#the man would not live til the next day if i saw him like that.

[scummy-writes]

#GilbertShowTummy2023

[paddockbunny]

Fraternisation Clause II

Summary : Working for McLaren is hard, being Lando’s PR girl is even harder….so maybe you need to make a tough decision that will be even harder yet Rating : 18+ Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader Word Count : 4005 words Trigger Warnings : language but clean, kissing but nothing NSFW Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : same as part 1, there’s a couple of bits that probably don’t make a whole lot of sense but hey, it’s a work of fiction people ☺️

Sakhir ‘23

You fanned yourself with the notebook you were holding in your hands. You watched as the timings on the screen were continually switching, shifting, and jumping around. Every now and then you were writing things down in your little black notebook. Ideas, things to pitch to the team, notes about managerial style - in truth you just wanted to show people you were suited for the job. During winter break you caught up with your old superior and mentor Charlotte to give you some pointers and help with the step up. She was so helpful but reiterated to just “fake it til you make it”.

As your mind wandered your eyes panned over toward Toto Wolff and instantly you attempted to shrug off the feelings of imposter syndrome. He thought you were good enough. He wouldn’t have suggested you to the Chief PRM if he didn’t. You found out from Zak on your last day last season that Toto himself had enquired about you and called you a “hard little worker” which filled you with confidence. If he saw your potential then you needed to believe in yourself. In your head you internally repeated; “I am good enough, I deserve this position, I can do this.”

In the afternoon you walked down the paddock with your new ward, Lewis fucking Hamilton. The man was a God in your household. Ever since he entered F1 your whole motorsport mad family acted like he was the new messiah. You naturally loved him because it was who everyone was always rooting for and in all seriousness, he was the reason you wanted to work in the sport in the first place. You had several pinch me moments throughout the day. First when he handed you his phone to hold while he signed some autographs. The second when he sweetly placed a hand on your back to stop someone bumping into you. And the latest was when he complimented your sense of humour making you blush so hard you were scared your cheeks would become Ferrari red. It was as if you were in an alternative universe and you were living your childhood dreams. It was completely surreal. You weren’t to be his PR overseer but since they were currently not available due to the birth of their baby overlapping the beginning of the season you were happy to step in for the next coming few months.

Approaching the Mercedes garage you realised the euphoria feeling wasn’t to last long. Heading in the opposite direction (and straight toward you) was Lando (and the new girl they hired to replace you). You wanted him to catch your eye. You wanted him to at least smile at you. Lewis said hey as you all glided past one another. Lando nodded in response.

“Hey!” You took the opportunity when he was close to say hello and nothing. Zilch. Nada. He didn’t even look at you. “That was frosty,” Lewis looked at you. You didn’t want rumours to start or any questions raised so immediately lied. “Ah, he’s joking. When I left he said he would have to ignore me now I was a traitor.” I laughed and Lewis raised a small smile “Just don’t be a traitor to Mercedes and you’ll be fine.” He jested. But you bit into the inside of your lip as you felt nothing but sadness. Lando cut you off so easily and acted as if your friendship meant nothing to him. He didn’t even want to look at you. It was as if you didn’t exist now you were in white and not orange. You had spent many nights over winter break worried if you had done the right thing. You flip flopped between moving to Merc or leaving the sport all together. You felt like a teenager again concerned about a boy and friendships. But you also realised you were being completely ridiculous. If it were true what everyone joked about and he really did have feelings for you or even just a fondness for you, then he had to have known he was going to get hurt. There was no way he wouldn’t know about the fraternisation clause and him ignoring you really was because you were dead to him.

Australia ‘23

Race three and the third one that Lando had totally ignored you. And while you were annoyed, pissed off and frustrated you shrugged it off. If he wanted to act like a petulant child then fine. You had done nothing wrong. There was no point getting upset about it. You couldn’t force him to speak to you and you knew you couldn’t cause a scene even if you could. But you took the time to focus on work. It was important to you after all.

After qualifying - when Lewis came a disappointing 11th - the media duties were tedious and boring. The same questions being peddled again and again and again. It was monotonous and repetitive. So far it was the lowest Lewis had qualified in three races and none of the journalists’ failed to bring it up. No one could blame him for any of the answers he gave in response. You tried to get the rounds done as quick as possible and get Lewis out of there. It felt like it was taking forever till the final interview ended and the pair of you swiftly headed for the media pen exit. But the universe wanted to fuck with you today as while you and Lewis were heading out Lando and Chloe - his new PR officer - we’re heading in. There was no way you could hide. You braced yourself for the awkwardness of the situation.

“Lando….” You smiled and he just tiled his head back and turned his attention back to Lewis. You noted how Chloe clocked the international and prayed she would just ignore it. It was awkward enough and you didn’t want to have to answer questions that you didn’t even know the answer too. Small talk was exchanged between drivers before finally you could get back to work and get Lewis back in time for the Merc briefing.

Lewis headed away inside ahead of you and just as you were about to ascend the stairs when your name was called from behind and there was your former colleague Sarah who threw her arms around you.

“I’ve missed you! I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other since we got back” She held on to me tighter and you agreed with her. You missed the laughing and the camaraderie of being a part of that team. They were all wonderful humans who each made working a total pleasure - something you needed when you were away from home so much. Conversation flowed easily. You spoke about your new roles and how different Merc was to McLaren and she told you all about her new boyfriend. It twigged something inside of you and for some reason you took it as the perfect segway to ask about Lando.

“How is Chloe getting on? Is she managing Lando?” You smiled to show her you didn’t mean anything bad from your words. But she immediately gave you a look, one you knew exactly what she meant. “In one word, No!” She exclaimed. “She’s been struggling to gain his respect. I think shes not firm enough and is a bit too placid. He walks all over her. Its not like how he was with you. He’s being a bit of a pain in the arse to work with.” This you already knew if you were being honest. You had observed it yourself in the paddock.

“Do you think you could do something?” She asked and it truthfully took you aback. You hadn’t expected her to make this request of you. It took you aback considering Lando’s sudden distrust and even hatred toward you. With a sigh you admitted it for the first time;

“Sarah, I don’t know what I CAN do. He doesn’t speak to me anymore. He won’t even look at me. Ever since I left he acts like I’m poisonous or something.” She furrowed her brows in confusion. “Wait, what?” She expressed. “I don’t understand. He adored you. He talks about you so all the time!” She exclaimed. “He doesn’t speak to you anymore? Not even to say hi?” You shook your head. “Wow!”

“I know. I know we were just colleagues but it feels like I’ve lost my best friend, Sarah.” “Yeah it would, you spent so much time with him.” She sighed “Wait, you don’t think he’s actually y’know, been in love with you? I know we used to jest about it but…”

You shook your head. It was something you had spent hours upon hours considering. It was plausible and it wasn’t exactly as if it was what you had been afraid of when you left - not to mention WHY you left. At the absolute most he may have had a slight infatuation with you but that was it. You were now 100% positive of that. He wouldn’t have refused to look at you if he had remotely even fancied you.

China ‘23

P2.

That was where Lando finished. On the podium. You had to hide your smile and bite your inner cheek. Lewis finished P9 so it was another tough one. No one in the garage had even the faintest smile upon their faces when the race came to a close.

As Lewis gave his fourth interview you attempted to pay attention when behind you a jubilant, triumphant Lando waltzed into the media pen. You stared, his curls still wet from champagne clung to his forehead. He needed his hat. He always needed his hat after he had been up on the podium, he used it to control his hair so it didn’t get frizzy - he didn’t want to be on TV with frizzy hair you remembered. You looked at Chloe and it wasn’t in her hand so you wondered if she had forgotten. This was Sarah had been hinting at back in Aus. She wasn’t prepared enough and Lando was eating her alive. You knew how he could be and how he could get sometimes and you knew the tricks to calm him down. As Lewis moved on you quickly grabbed her arm.

“When he’s finished, give him water. He won’t drink it but he’ll use it to smooth his hair out a bit. Don’t worry about the hat. I did it too.” You had never once forgotten his hat but you didn’t want her to feel bad. She mouthed you a thank you and followed your advice immediately. Lando paid her no attention. You felt him staring at you. His eyes locked on you and you had no idea how to read it. It made you nervous which angered you. He had no right to make you feel nervous anymore.

His next interview was the one right beside you and Lewis. And you knew he stood closer to you on purpose. He was only a few feet behind. You could hear his answers, zoning out of Lewis’ completely. He was talking about the win and something that happened on track. He laughed at a joke and then started praising everyone at McLaren. He mentioned Chloe by name and you wondered if he was doing it on purpose. You were sure he was.

“Everything is going the right way and we’ve got a good team now, I have a good team behind me finally.” It was a gut punch. Lewis was finished and you turned off the recording on your phone. Your face had fallen and he immediately asked if you were ok. You nodded. Just a nod. Annoyance took over your body and you didn’t want to say something you might regret. Lewis’ hand gently caressed your back and if only your younger self could see you now. Soothed by Lewis Hamilton after being incensed by Lando Norris.

You could barely lead the PR team meeting you had been so distracted. You tried to give feedback on socials over the course of the weekend but kept thinking about how Lando had tried to throw you under the bus earlier. He had insinuated you were no good and it was such a grossly childishly, petulant stunt to pull. You struggled on to take notes on feedback from the team but you had let it stew inside you. So when finally you told everyone to head back to the hotel and get a drink to chill out, you tried to think of a way to sneak into the McLaren camp to speak to him (or give him a piece of your mind at least). You hadn’t realised but you had been sitting for a while just staring at the table. And it was Lewis who brought you out of your daze as he was walking past to head home.

“Are you sure you are ok?” You snapped and took a big inhale. The attempt you made to brush his concern off didn’t work. “Lando?” He asked “that was a dick answer today” you hadn’t realised he had heard it and you sighed while rolling your eyes. “You should talk to him.” “I can’t. He ignores me in the paddock and I can’t just waltz into his drivers room anymore.” “You can’t, but I can. Come on.” He as good as ordered you to stand up and follow him. You were going to get a bollocking for this. He shouldn’t have been doing this, least of all for you! It probably wouldn’t even work anyway.

“Norris still here?” He asked and the two mechanics he asked looked instantly starstruck. It was how most people reacted to Lewis and he clearly knew it. They nodded and pointed to where his drivers room was. “Cool just need to collect something…oh wait…” he slipped his phone out of his pocket and he said your name “can you get it for me? I need to take this.” AND THAT WAS IT! It was that simple. His face card never declined. One of the mechanics registered it was you and smiled. Astonishment befell you as he simply turned back to packing up some of the tools. It was as if you hadn’t left at all. Lewis’ spot on acting (and face card) was all you needed to slip past and enter the inner sanctum you had once known so well.

Steadying your breathing you raised a hand to the door and rapped quickly in succession. What was the worst that could happen? That he slam the door in your face? At least you would know once and for all he despised and loathed you. It took a few seconds for the door handle to depress. You swallowed hard. Hoping Lewis’ persistence you talk to him - and giving you no time to refuse - would at least earn you some answers. Or perhaps you would need to be the one sharing them, you thought as suddenly Lando was standing in front of you, face to face.

“Can we talk?” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you hoped it would have been as it flowed out of you. Lando stepped aside, a silent gesture to allow you in. You pushed your better judgment about it aside and walked over the threshold. No going back.

What proceeded wasn’t exactly an argument but it was two people who had clearly very different views on the past couple of months and the desolation of their close friendship. Lando protested he had done nothing wrong. That he was treating you the same as anyone else who had left the team (which was completely and utterly untrue). You called him a child and he scoffed. The fight to remain calm was hard. You wanted to shout at him and plead that he see sense.

“You wanted bigger better things. You didn’t want to stay here, with me.” It hit you in the centre of your chest and you felt all of the emotions rush at you. The ones that you had bottled up for the whole past year. It was you who was childish. You were transported back into being a scared teenage girl who didn’t believe she could be desired - or loved. You had done as he suggested. You ran as soon as you knew things were getting a bit too close with him. But still you tried to deny it;

“Lando…I don’t know where you’ve got that from but I,..”“Please, I’m not fucking stupid.” He seriously couldn’t believe that? “I didn’t leave because of you….well I did but it was because of me, because of…how we were” You couldn’t quite find the words. His confusion plastered all over his face.

“What does that even mean?” “Because of how close we were.” You admitted but he was looking at you - staring at you - in sheer disbelief at your words. “Stop talking in riddles” He demanded and you simply just stopped talking altogether because you couldn’t find the right words and didn’t even know how to say what you wanted to actually say. The silence grew within the small room and it was suffocating.

“God, you’re so fucking…” Out of the blue he groaned through gritted teeth. And that was all it took. It pushed you over the edge. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

“There’s a clause in the contracts. No fraternisation between employees” Lando looked at you blankly. The words you had uttered weren’t registering with him.

“It means two employees of McLaren cannot be employed and be in a relationship or be, intimate or whatever. They could be… they could loose their jobs and considering YOU are Lando FUCKING Norris, YOU aren’t going anywhere. I would have lost my job and my career and everything I’ve worked for…”

“When? Why would you have lost everything? What do you mean?” He interrupted. This time you were so frustrated. Not just with him - and his his blatant naivety and how he wasn’t able to read between the lines - but because he had you feeling something. Something completely and utterly reckless. But your conscience didn’t kick in in time to register what exactly you were doing. It was all simply out of your control. The following series of manoeuvres that were as if you had become possessed.

You strode purposefully and confidently over to him. Body slamming against his with a sexual ferocity you had never experienced within yourself before. Outstretched hands reached out and pulled his face to yours. Lips attaching. It felt like it was completely normal to be kissing him. As if the world had willed it. Then you felt his hands gripping, grasping and seizing your sides like they belonged there. The sheer sense of overwhelming comfort overcame you, you felt to at home there in his arms with his tongue toying with your own. It was a feeling that was enough to startle you and so you pulled back.

“That. That is what I mean.” You were out of breath and you would have been speechless but he needed to understand what you had been attempting to convey. Like a scene from a Shakespearean play, you relinquished all control and gave in as Lando slid his hand effortlessly against your neck. His eyes seemed to go on staring into yours as if he was sending you a silent signal that he understood. It was enough to send a shiver up your spine. It came from pure unadulterated want, desire, need. And you succumbed to it all. Your lips went back to his.

Seconds, minutes or hours could have passed as you relaxed as he kissed you. Everything blended all into one and memories of all of those months you had spent denying your obvious attraction to him flickered quickly in your mind. For a brief moment Lando stopped and pulled his lips from yours. “Do you think I would have let them fire you?” Lando asked. “I would have walked before I let them do that.”

“Lan…” he pecked your lips to shut you up and you let him.

It was like one of the smutty dreams you had last year but, undeniably better. His pouty, reddened lips trailed down to your jaw and you tried hard not to gasp when he continued his decent to your neck. He softly groaned and the vibration made you feel woozy.

“I’ve dreamt about kissing you for years.” His admission. All of the jesting and joking had indeed been true and he tried to kiss you again but you pulled back. Scared of how far you would let him go.

“Lando, we cant…” “You don’t work for McLaren anymore. There’s no contract saying you can’t kiss me.” He had a point. A very strong valid point. Your eyes and his were locked together. You were searching his green orbs to find something, anything, that you could convince you kissing him again was a bad idea. Your heart thundered in your chest and you realised your breathing was erratic and you were breathless.

You were about to surrender and give into him. Feeling his sudden desire for you exuding his body. His hunger radiated through him, you could feel it reverberating into you. And truthfully, there was nothing you craved more than wanting to feel his lips again. But as a knock echoed around his drivers room, you snapped back into reality. You grabbed something inconsequential and laughed loudly just as the door opened. It was a desperate attempt to cover up your tracks and explain why you were in a rival team’s driver room.

“Thank you so much for this. He can’t believe he left without it…” You tried the best you could as Chloe, your replacement stared at you suspiciously. “No problem, I only remembered this morning.” Lando played along and you swallowed as you felt the newbies eyes on you.

“Have a good week off, Lando. Get some rest.” Any thoughts of kissing him again had now been forgotten about. The only thing that consumed you was getting out of the way and back to the safety of the Mercedes camp. You walked (pretending to do so calmly) as fast as your feet could carry you. It was so stupid of you to be so flippantly brazen. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? How could you have been so moronic to go to his drivers room of all places? You glanced down at the headset in your hands and saw the McLaren logo staring back at you. It didn’t even make any sense as to why Lewis would need this. What had you been thinking? You scoffed, it was so fucking obvious that you weren’t thinking at all. All of your thoughts were so consumed about your predicament you didn’t watch where you were going and ran straight into your boss - practically head first…well, your head to his chest. His large, imposing body sent you jolting backward and instinctively your hands flew up and against his wide, broad, muscular chest for stability.

“Toto, oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed but he just smiled down at you. You felt so small in his presence. While you had gotten more comfortable around him in the past coming months and even started to have a bit of banter with him, you were still intimidated by him.

“Where are you going so fast, kleines kätzchen?”* you didn’t speak German so had no idea what he said but the fact his eyes were soft and he was still smirking meant it couldn’t be anything bad. “Just uh, I forgot something.” You tried to quell the rushing thoughts in your head. “A McLaren headset?” He motioned to your hands. FUCK!! You needed to quickly modify the story because he (of all people) would not buy the Lewis story.

“It’s silly” You tried to cover up “A game with Lando before I left, it’s my winnings.” You prayed it might miraculously sound convincing. “A souvenir” He added nodding.

“Yes, something like that.” You agreed but your lips tingled and you wondered if Lando kissing you back was actually your souvenir? You had been interrupted before you could discuss anything with him. What if now he had a taste for you he no longer wanted you? Fuck. You were such an idiot.

“Well, slow down, you might hurt yourself.” Toto winked at you and you felt a little flutter of butterflies way deep down in the pit of your stomach. There was no denying your boss was attractive and very, very desirable but you internally reprimanded yourself for your reaction. He was older, married and completely out of your league - but then Lando was also out of your league and you had just fled his drivers room after he stuck his tongue down your throat - and Toto fucking Wolff for crying out loud.

As you began walking (slower, calmer and more composed this time) you looked at the headset and swallowed. What the fuck were you going to do now?!

*little kitty

[hairyjocktf]

Building a New Life

Justin was the star wrestler at his high school. He had won regional titles and the adoration of all the local families for years, and was ready to head to college to continue his streak. Senior year he was at his peak, winning matches left and right. All he had to do was wait for those recruitment offers to roll in. He waited and waited, still kicking ass in his wrestling, but while everyone around him was committing and getting accepted, there were no letters to him. To his dismay, one never came. His plans for the future were shattered, what was he supposed to do now? The wrestling scholarship was his only shot for college.

With the year ending and not many options, Justin started looking for entry level jobs that would take him. He lived in a fairly rural area so most of what he found was either farm work or construction, and the latter paid better. He called one of them up and they told him to swing by the site a few days later. He drove out to the construction site later that week and walked into the mobile office they had there. The manager came out to greet him. He was a rugged man in his late 40’s, with a stocky build and thick stubble. He’d clearly been in the business for years and it showed through his worn hands and gruff voice from yelling orders at his lackeys. The man looked Justin up and down.

“A little scrawny but I can work with it,” he said after a few seconds.

“I was a top wrestler in the region!” Justin protested. 

“Doesn’t matter in this industry,” the man said flatly. “Can you handle heavy loads and equipment? Can you deal with being outside most of the day in rough weather?”

Justin was caught off guard, usually people were much nicer to him. “Of course I can! I can handle whatever you throw at me,” he assured.

“Well alright, If you think you can handle it let’s see how you do here,” the manager said, handing a pile of clothes to Justin. “Here’s your safety and HiVis gear, make sure it fits and then we’ll get you set up outside.”

Justin took his uniform to the bathroom to try it on real quick. It included a hard hat that was adjustable, which he fit to his head, a bright orange and yellow HiVis vest, and a couple other things. He put it all on and stepped back into the office. 

“Alright follow me, Justin was it?” the manager gestured towards the door.

“Yes sir,” Justin responded uncharacteristically.

“Name’s Blaine, the manager revealed, “Around here we usually work on residential projects, we’re currently assisting on a development outside of town.” He led them away from the office around the immediate site, which currently seemed to be mostly used as storage for equipment and materials. “Since you’ve got no experience you’ll start by shadowing some of our guys for a few weeks and handling more basic tasks til you’re ready for more,” he continued. “You can head back to the office and they'll take care of the nitty gritty for ya. I’m expecting great things from you, wrestler,” Blaine laughed as he left Justin and headed out towards the development. Justin heard his gruff voice booming in the distance as he barked orders to the workers.

Justin was unsure about all of this, but he didn’t really have a better option at the moment. He felt out of place in his new safety gear, and he was younger than nearly everyone he saw working. He took care of the paperwork and headed home for the day; they'd hired him on the spot to start the next morning. With considerable unease, he went to bed, closing one chapter of his life for the next. 

As the weeks went by Justin began acclimating to this new job fairly well. He got to know the guys he worked with, learned how to use the equipment, and began to feel comfortable on the site. He even felt like he had put on some mass to better handle all the physical work he was doing. His rock solid abs were a little less visible than they had been but for some reason that didn’t bother him. He was already starting to forget the sting of not being recruited for wrestling. Every day he came into work those past dreams seemed to fade a little more, replaced by his new life. His coworkers had made fun of him for having such a baby face at the beginning, but now he was starting to sport a little bit of stubble. Justin was slowly starting to blend in more with his new crowd.

The months continued to pass, with Justin becoming more and more entrenched in his new construction life. It was getting colder outside, and his body began to adjust without him even noticing. His stubble grew out into a real beard, short and dense. He began packing on more body fat as he spent less and less time at the gym and more and more working and drinking with his new bros. His voice began to sound a little deeper and rougher, matching those around him. The hard hat really suited him now with his more rugged looks. He had never been a good student in school but he seemed to really be taking to this new job, completely forgetting about his old goals. The occassional approving nod from Blaine was driving him forward. He was thriving in this new position, but the job wasn’t done with him yet.

Unbeknownst to Justin, under his thick winter clothes things were changing. His previously toned body, while still fairly muscular, was steadily becoming thicker with fat. Not only that, but he’d always been near perfectly smooth and that too was slowly changing. It had started with his chest, where on the previously bare skin thin wispy hairs had started to poke out. That didn’t last long though, as they were quickly overrun with thicker, darker hairs that began sprouting in between his pecs. They grew curly as they spread out, covering his entire chest in hair, spreading up across his collarbone and down across his slowly growing stomach. The new hairy coat was just another part of his insulation against the harsh winter weather. But the hairs didn’t stop there either. His pits erupted with thick wiry hairs, coating his underarms in curly hairs that trapped both heat and sweat. The hairs pushed out, tangling together as they formed a thick tuft of hair under each arm, even spreading out to connect with the rug on his chest. After each day of hard work he’d come home stinking like the other men he worked with, and over time he started to enjoy the musk he produced.

Of course he wasn’t done filling out his uniform quite yet. His formerly modest bush began growing with no end in sight, engulfing his groin in thick, wiry brown hairs that radiated out from his lengthening cock. Sometimes while on the site Justin would instinctively reach down in his pants to itch the growing bush, the feeling and texture of it driving him wild. With pubes erupting day and night his musk only grew stronger, as Justin began to truly have a manly aura around him that he’d never had before. It seemed to help him bond with the other guys more, as they welcomed him into their groups and invited him out more and more frequently. Underneath his work pants his legs bulked up considerably from carrying all sorts of materials around, followed closely by the same dark fur. It raced down his legs and coated them with curly hairs that rubbed against the inside of his increasingly tight jeans as he walked around, an almost arousing feeling. Within the first year of working Justin had gone up four sizes in his work boots, as his feet grew and widened to match the rest of him. The massive steel-toed boots hid how hairy his feet had gotten, with dark hairs covering the tops and toes.

The next year was largely the same. Justin continued slowly changing to better fit his new job. He was really beginning to excel at it, and he’d attained a close friendship with many of the men he worked with. It almost seemed as if he’d aged ten years over the last one, he certainly looked it at this point. His fur coat only thickened, growing even denser across his chest and stomach to the point you could barely see the skin beneath the hairs. Hair had also spread up and onto his shoulders before enveloping his massive back. The hairs gushed out across his shoulder blades before shooting down his spine and spreading out wide. The heavy coating slowly grew thicker and spread out further as time went on, reaching down to his ass. It too became covered with thick, dark hairs as it inflated to a truly massive size. During the warmer months sometimes he just wore his vest and hard hat, his incredibly thick hair covering the rest of him and sticking through his vest.

Justin earned the nickname ‘Grizzly’ from his coworkers after they saw how hairy he’d gotten, and his body had put on the size to match. Gone was the small but toned body of a wrestler, replaced by a thick, hairy, and sturdy body of a weathered construction worker. He oozed masculinity from not only his stained and dirty work clothes, but from the thick chest hair that he left his shirt open to show off. His entire body was now coated with a dense coat of hair and he liked to make that known, as long as he wasn’t caught against safety regulations at least. He never questioned why he’d changed so much in such a short span, it never even occurred to him, and honestly he liked his new life. He was just one of the guys working on the site now. The hair felt as natural to him as anything else, and the other guys seemed to like it even if they made fun of him once in a while. Occasionally when they went out drinking some of the guys would have too many beers and start rubbing their hands through his thick fur, but he didn’t mind at all. It felt good to be masculine, and to be appreciated for it by other guys. Months continued to pass though no one could really remember how long Justin had been working there at this point, but they were all glad he was there. He was the best construction worker on their team.

[tthoughtdaughter]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so baked this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

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Izuku's Clingy-ness Pt. 2

part 1 here!

Izuku Midoriya x Girlfriend/Fem! Reader

warning: Clingybf! Izuku, cuteness, sneaking to other's dorms in the middle of the night to sneakily gain some cuddles, cuddling! of course, daily dose of dopamine, kissing evil giggle.

a/n: wrote this on a plane and writing this high as FUCK off of medicine I took the entire 8 hour trip. I feel great and very woozy. also I bought a new bonnet. Will they ever release a Rei Todoroki figure? I want to put Dabi and her next to eachother, mom and son bonding time... ignoring canon as long as possible.

Beta Read by 'where in the hell is my Beta Reader?'

You quietly snuck into the dorms, holding in your laughter as you saw Mina and Kirishima huddled up, passed out on the couch. Nobody needed to live in the dorms anymore, however most did anyways. It just felt right after everything.

Your day was hectic to say the least. With your relative texting you about needing a babysitter ASAP and not knowing who else to text that she could trust her boys with. And of course, you couldn’t turn her down. You could always catch up on notes anyday, while she couldn't leave the boys alone for one hour unless they were asleep or practicing their quirks.

It wasn’t as easy as most babysitters made it seem, but it wasn't unexpected. With them wanting to go to the park, then to an ice cream truck and then to a game store. It was a pain on your legs, and only reminded you of how much better you would've felt if you just said 'I can't, I'm sorry!'

Snapping back to reality. You continued on the way to your room, you stumble across Tokoyami huddled like a sewage rat in the kitchen, sneaking in a late night snack. Is... that a frozen rat... eugh... After an awkward amount of eye contact that you would like to forget about, you continued on your journey to your humble abode. Hoping to forget your terrors of roommates.

As you reached your door, it creaked open, reminding you of needing to oil it incase you and Izuku get caught doing these late night sleepovers, where you just slept and didn't infact play Just Dance at 2 in the morning and have an angry 2B student knocking on your door.

Now however, you were back at the dorms, ready to crash.

The room was dark, and the sheets unmade, different from how you left it before, your boyfriend had already gone to sleep on your way back. Despite his whining, you didn’t come back til late into the night. “Izu?” You whispered into the darkness of the room. “Mn.” The green haired man replied, his hair all messy and half of his face a soft pink due to the pillow.

You smiled, kicking off your shoes and walking over to the bed, lifting up the covers and looking down at him. “Mn… Baby?” Izuku opened his eyes, staring up at you through the dark, electric green eyes dancing with yours. “Hi Izuku.” You smiled, taking off your shirt and slipping into bed.

Izuku closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around your neck, entangling his legs with yours. “… I missed you.” You chuckled, planting kisses on his cheek. “I heard, Mina told me all about how you were moping around all day as the guys dragged you out of the dorms.” Hearing of that, a small blush creeped up on his face, a small thread of embarassment sinking into his brain.

“… Do you need the notes for tomorrow?” Izuku mumbled asking as he buried his head in the crevice of your neck. You hummed, your hands playing with his hair, detangling all of the knots he has yet to brush out. You yawned, stretching your body making Izuku groan. “Maybe. Was it the same stuff from last week?” Izuku shook his head. “No, we are going over rescue operations.” Well fuck. You sighed and curled yourself tighter around Izuku. “Well screw me, I guess. Yeah I’ll need the notes…”

Izuku planted soft kisses against your neck then smiled. “I missed you, thank you for coming back.” You hummed, slowly falling to sleep listening to his soft breathing.

all dividers unless stated otherwise are made by @strangergraphics

[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels! Sorry for the late update for this one, got lost in the sauce of writing the Til Death Do Us Part oneshot. Haha anyway, here is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 7: Hard truths

It was the tension that was the most unbearable part of it all. The feeling of words that had been left unspoken, apologies not voiced aloud, grievances that were left to fester in the quiet of the apartment after that fateful night. 

When you went to work the next day, your eyes had been puffy from crying, and Jasper had asked you on multiple occasions what was wrong. You had told him it was your allergies, dust in the office irritating your eyes, but you could tell by just the way he had looked at you that he didn’t believe you. 

You felt entirely defeated by it all.

Exhausted by it.

Tiptoeing in your own home, walking on eggshells, hiding in your room, not making a peep to avoid the cold glares of Aemond. And he had done much the same, staying out late, or going straight to his room when he got home. 

And by the time the time the weekend had rolled in, you had had enough of sulking and decided to reply to Cregan’s invitation with a very enthusiastic yes.

Cregan told you that the boys would all be there, even Jacaerys and Lucerys, who were yet to head to the Keep to be with their family, the weekend being a final hurrah before the storm that waited for them back in their old home.

When you woke that morning, excited that the weekend was finally here and that you had something to look forward to in the evening, you decided you were going to do a quick clean of the apartment, chucking on some noise cancelling headphones and making your way to the kitchen. 

You made swift work of it, and before long, you were washing your hair and getting ready for the night. Cregan had texted you excitedly saying the boys were keen to see you, and had asked if you wanted to go to his first.

You threw on an outfit that was short and sleek, hugging your curves perfectly and revealing ample cleavage. Paired with a bit of a smokey eye and your hair in a style you favoured, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smirked. 

You looked hot. 

Really hot. 

When you came out of your room, Aemond was on the couch, watching as you ordered your Uber to take you straight to Cregan’s. You didn’t spare him a single glance, but you knew he was looking at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze roaming over your body. 

Leaving without a goodbye, you hopped straight into your Uber and headed to Cregan’s, greeted by the hulking figure at the door, with loud chattering behind him and music playing. 

“Look at you.” Cregan smirked as you gave him a little spin.

“Look at me.” You winked, jumping into his arms for a massive hug, the large man picking you off the ground with a shift of his back as you squealed, before placing you back down. 

“The boys are keen to see you.”

You smiled, following him down the hall to the lounge room where Cregan’s friends all sat on various couches and chairs.

Two familiar faces came into view, Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Both brown haired boys gazes fell on you, wide smiles spreading on their cheeks. Jacaerys jumped up with a cry of your name before rushing towards you, pulling you into a soft hug, followed by his younger brother Lucerys, who had grown a foot since the last time you saw him. Lost were his cherubic cheeks, and in their place, cheekbones that sat high on his face like his mother. 

“It's been so long!” You whined, looking at Luc who now stood taller than you, “Fuck you’ve grown. What are they feeding you on Dragonstone?”

Lucerys blushed, looking away before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Not enough. You haven’t grown a bit.”

“I stopped growing a long time ago, you ass.” You chuckled.

You didn’t get to see Jacaerys and Lucerys often, having met them a few times through Cregan, and the others through Helaena. At one point you had classes with the older brother, and he had always been nothing but kind and respectful towards you.

Despite not seeing them as often as you wished, you still considered them good friends. 

Scanning the rest of the room, you spotted the one and only Kermit Tully, seated beside his brother Elmo Tully. After Daeron's confession to you on the phone the other day, you couldn’t even look at Kermit without having burning questions. You put them in the back of your mind to ask later.

Cerwyn, Cregan’s best friend who was as large and as broad as Stark was, stood by the window smoking a joint, giving you a small wave and a smile from across the room.

“Where are we going first?” You asked, being handed your favourite drink from Cregan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“We should go to the Red Kraken.” Jace suggested, sitting back down in his seat to sip on his beer.

Cerwyn chuckled, “You keen to see Dalton again?” He asked you, eyebrow raised. 

Dalton Greyjoy, owner of the Red Kraken, was a man a few years older than Cregan. The last time you had went to his venue with the Stark, he had suggested the three of you go back to his when he clocked off. It was brazen and daring, but you couldn’t deny the man was attractive. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

Dalton stood taller than Cregan, if you could believe it, and was often found at one of the local boxing rings for fun. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see him again.” You cheeked, Jacaerys chuckling on the couch as he explained the situation to a very confused Luc, the younger boys cheeks going a bright red.

“Hey!” Cregan chastised you, pinching your side.

“What? He’s handsome and ruggish. A bit more dark and mysterious than you are.”

“No mystery with that one.” Kermit piped up from his seat, taking a cheeky sip of his drink, eyes watching you over the rim of the can, “If you want to see his cock, just ask.”

“Kermy!” 

“What?”

Cregan burst into laughter beside you and all followed. 

You all finished your drinks and found your way into the city, heading straight for the Red Kraken.

It was a dingy bar, more male populated than not, but it had a fun feel to it.

Grungy and dirty, it had mismatching couches and tables, and a great smoking area out the back. On Fridays they had sport trivia nights which Cregan had once taken you to.

You lost.

You all sat down and drank and laughed, and you felt the tension from the week slough off your back like snow in spring.

It was good to be with friends like them, and you had only wished that the girls were there to join you all. 

The night flew by, and your sides were in stitches from laughing so much. Dalton had come over to speak to you all at one point whilst the bar was slow, and you had felt his gaze lower to your breasts on more than one occasion. When he left, you had whispered into Cregan's ear about taking him up on his offer, which had earnt you a scandalised look.

It wasn't a no though. 

“If you don’t want Dalton, I’d be happy to replace him.” Cerwyn smirked.

Cregan declared that he owed the entire table a round for that comment, and Cerwyn had done as ordered without apology or regret, a teasing 'anything for you, love' flowing from his lips. 

As the night moved on, you all decided to move to the next venue, and it was your good idea to take them all to the bar that Sara had taken you to. All were in favour, and so you made your way down to the silk lanes, Lucerys’ bright brown eyes eyeing the doors of the strip clubs excitedly. 

“Is that it?” Elmo sighed, looking at the busted wall and green door entrance. 

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jacaerys stepped into the venue immediately, security guard nodding at him as he entered, not bothering to check his ID. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at Cregan, who just shrugged down at you.

As you walked down the stairs to enter the bar you caught up to Jace, who looked like he was at home.

“Have you been here before?” You asked, walking inside, seeing the bar staff nod at him, big grins on their cheeks. 

“Daemon owns the joint with my mum.” Jacaerys told you, and you stilled.

This was Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bar.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” You whispered in a hushed tone, still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Pretty low key, just another investment. They said they’ll hand it over to me eventually.”

“What the fuck?! Jace, that’s amazing!” You grinned, hugging him aggressively around his neck as you stood at the bar, waiting to be served. 

Cregan moved behind you, hand winding around your waist as he whispered into your ear. 

“Don’t freak out.”

You let go of Jace and turned to look back at him, “What? Wh-“

There, at the end of the bar, sat a familiar head of silver hair.

And his eye was on you.

You snapped your head away, uttering a quick ‘fuck’ beneath your breath.

Lucerys, following your eye line shifted uncomfortably, “Jace, Aemond’s here.” He whispered to his older brother, who turned to face his uncle, giving him a curt smile and nod before looking back to staff in front of him.

“He’s fine. Leave him be.”

It was awkward.

This was supposed to be your new place to get away from him, and now Aemond was here? And what was worse, you were here with people you knew he didn’t get along with. And the glare he directed towards you was apparent. 

Cregan led you to go sit down at a booth at the encouragement of Jace who said the drinks were on him for the rest for the night, though in reality you knew it was more like on his parents, but you didn’t argue. Free drinks are free drinks, and you needed one now more than ever.

“Are you okay?” Cregan spoke lowly, hand holding yours on the table.

You swallowed, “I’m okay. It's just awkward.”

“He still giving you shit?” 

“It's a long story, and one I’ll tell you later.”

Cregan pressed a kiss to the side of your head, your eyes immediately lifting to see Aemond watching you. The other boys came to join you at the booth, Cerwyn sliding in next to you, with Luc and the Tully brothers opposite. Jacaerys made his way over to his uncle, polite smile on his lips.

You watched as Jace and Aemond shared what looked to be a somewhat tense and awkward conversation, though completely civil. Aemond seemed to tolerate his nephew barely just, and Jacaerys had slapped a friendly hand on his uncles shoulder as he made his way back to you, earning the brown haired man a frown from a head of silver.

“I think we should leave.” Luc whispered, shoulders hunched as he curled in on himself.

Jace slid in next to him, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” He put a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder, similar to how he had with Aemond, and you got the impression that Jacaerys being the eldest, was used to being the mediator, “Let's have a drink, enjoy each others company and have a good night.”

The staff brought over your drinks, sitting them in front of you, and you clinked all your glasses together messily in a toast, feeling Cregan whisper into your ear as you took a sip.

“Relax your shoulders." You did as you were told, not having realised how tense you were, "Don’t let him ruin your night. I’m here, the boys are here, and if at any point you want to leave, we will leave. Okay?”

You nodded.

No way in Hell were you letting him sour your mood again.

You all stayed at the bar, round after round of drinks being dumped on your table without any of you having to get up or order. You were messy and loud, but above all, happy.

You felt Aemond’s gaze on you for almost the entirety of the night, and caught his eye on multiple occasions, tension crackling in the air between you. But after your third cocktail, the heat of the drinks overpowered the heat of his gaze. 

Eventually, Aemond stood from where he sat at the bar, your eyes immediately finding him and watching as he left, walking past your booth as he let his eye stray on Cregan’s hand that was wrapped over your shoulder. He continued on his path, nose held high as he disappeared up the steps. 

Lucerys sighed, obviously having felt some sort of tension the entire time, “What the fuck was that?” 

You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

“Aren’t you living with him?” Kermit asked, and all eyes immediately landed on you.

“What?” Jacaerys’ eyes went wide, “Since when do you live with my uncle? What happened to Helaena?”

“Hel is at the Keep, and Aemond needed a place to stay, so he’s in her room.”

“Gods help you.” Elmo falsely prayed, lifting his drink up in a mock toast. 

Cerwyn and Cregan shared a look over the top of your head, and then with Jacaerys, sharing some sort of unspoken conversation. The only people confused at the table, were you, Luc and the Tully brothers. 

“What?”

Cregan shrugged.

You felt that there was something unsaid, but you opted to leave it, sparking up a conversation with Kermit, asking pointedly about his love life, but not mentioning Daeron. The red headed man narrowed his eyes at you, wide smile pulling on his lips, before he started to go into great detail about someone he had fucked recently, with a full and lengthy description of their cock. 

The two of you the only people at the table knowing who it was. 

The night continued for a while, but you couldn’t help but feel the lingering guilt and upset that Aemond had triggered inside of you. Cregan, sensing the shift in your mood, decided to call it a night, and offered to take you home. 

You said farewell to all the boys, and made them swear to do this more often, giving Lucerys a particularly tight hug, feeling the tension in the youngest boys shoulders.

When you and Cregan got back to the apartment, the lights were off, and the flat was bathed in darkness. You stumbled into the apartment giggling, shushing the tall man behind you who clunked loudly on the floor with each step.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“Come on, bunny.” Cregan laughed quietly, steering you straight to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you to drink. 

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing you were drunk, but not wanting to sober up yet. 

“Drink it all, Y/n. You need to sober up.”

“You need t-to sober up.” You quipped back, jumping up on the cabinets, your shoes hitting the doors loudly by accident.

“Shhh!” You hushed your own feet, grabbing the water and drinking it slowly, keeping your eyes on Cregan the entire time, who watched you in entertained exacerbation. 

You placed the empty glass of water beside you, which Cregan filled to the top again.

“Cregaaan.” You purred, the Northerner lifting a brow at you, “Can you roll me a cigarette, please.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

Cregan shook his head, grabbing your small handbag to pull out your cigarettes, rolling you one neatly as he moved to open the window. You shimmied closer to the ledge, putting the cigarette to your lips as you lit it. 

Blowing a ring of smoke out the window, you offered Cregan a drag, who took the smoke from your hands delicately.

“I can't believe Cerwyn offered to join us.” You guffawed, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and excitement. 

Cregan blew the smoke out the window, handing the cigarette back to you, “I can. Cerwyn thinks you’re cute. Plus he knows all about our little agreement.” You giggled loudly, inhaling the sharp smoke into your lungs, “Why? Are you thinking about saying yes?”

You blushed, crossing your legs tightly, heat settling in your core, “I dunno. Cerwyn is cute.”

“He is.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Cregan Stark. Tell me more right now.”

Cregan took the smoke from your fingers bringing it to his lips as he smirked down at you, “I mean, I haven’t not thought about it. He's my best mate and I live with him. I've heard what goes on behind his closed doors. Besides, you beneath both of us, begging, sq-“

“Can you two be fucking quiet?”

Both of your heads snapped to a disgruntled Aemond Targaryen, who stood in the lounge room, hands by his sides in fists. He was in those grey sweatpants again, hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, hair on his head tangled and messed. 

“I’m s-“ You began.

“-It’s three in the fucking morning. Have some respect.”

You stiffened, feeling anger begin to bloom in your chest, you opened your mouth to argue, to snap back at him, but Cregan stepped in front of you, blocking you from the other mans view.

“No problem, man. We'll be quieter.” Cregan’s voice was deep, stern, clipped, and left no room for argument. Though it was polite, it was rough, like the cold in the North, biting and sharp. A true Northerner through and through.

Cregan was silently hitting back without even doing it.

Aemond’s lips pursed into a hard line, turning on his heel to stomp back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. 

Cregan spun around to look at you, eyebrows lifted as he whistled lowly, pulling the smoke up to his lips to take a long drag.

“What the fuck?” You hissed quietly, “What is his problem?”

Cregan sighed, “It is 3am, bunny. I’m sure he just wants to sleep. It would have been a weird night for him.”

You frowned, annoyed that Cregan was acting so cool about Aemond’s outburst, “Why aren’t you angry?” You snatched the smoke from him, taking a final drag before you put it out on the brickwork outside.

"I'm not not angry."

You huffed in annoyance.

Cregan stepped forward, unhooking your legs to stand between them as his large hands skated up the outside of your thighs. He bent his head to look at you, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Y/n." Cregan coaxed you softly. 

You slowly turned your head to look at him, staring into his icy grey eyes.

“Do you like him?”

“What? No!” Immediately feeling defensive.

Cregan hushed you, shaking his head kindly, “It’s okay if you do. You’re not in trouble.”

You blanched, not sure of how to speak, words getting caught in the back of your throat.

Cregan stroked your cheek softly, soft smile on his lips, “Hey, this is casual, remember? Regardless of if we fuck or not, you’re still my friend, and I care about you and want you to be happy.”

Your heart pulled painfully, lips dropping down into a frown. 

Cregan’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re so sweet, Creg. What the fuck.” 

Both hands rubbed warmly up and down your thighs in comfort, “You’re fluffing me up now.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. Why don’t I like you instead?”

Cregan gave you a sad smile and kissed the tip of your nose, “I used to ask myself the same question. But now I see it. We just don’t gel like that." He shrugged, and your chest pulled, "And honestly? I'm glad, because at the end of the day, no matter what happens between us, I know I'll still be able to call you mine in some way or another. Whether that be as my friend or my lover.”

You felt tears begin to build in your eyes, the betrayal of the prickling in the corners, causing your stomach turn, “I don’t get it. Why do I feel this way? He’s been nothing but horrible to me.”

“You’ve fucked him haven’t you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

His eyes roamed your face, knowing you far too well, “You've done something else.” Cregan guessed, watching the way your face fell further.

His back suddenly straightened, “Did he hurt you?”

“No! No, Gods no. Nothing like that.”

The Stark relaxed slightly, but you could still tell he was on guard. 

“Does Helaena know?”

You looked away, fingers pulling at the threads of material on your thigh, “No. I’m scared. She’s my best friend, Cregan, and I feel like I’ve totally broken her trust and gone behind her back. She has so much going on right now, I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to broach that conversation. Like what do I do? ‘Hey Hel, your brother ate my pussy like a starved man and then immediately treated me like shit after.’”

“What did he do?” 

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. He’s been nothing but a dick to me. It's not going to happen again.” You looked down into your lap, wringing your hands together as the feeling of being used washed over you again.

“If I know you, and I think I do, I can tell that it will happen again just by looking at you both.” 

You scoffed, looking up at him in irritation.

“No, listen. There's clearly something going on between you two. Anyone with two eyes could see that. Maybe that's why he's not.”

“There's nothing-“

“-Cerwyn picked up on it immediately. Even Jace could see it.”

Oh.

Cregan's thumbs smoothed the skin of your thighs, the warmth of his body soaking into yours, “So what happened? Start from the beginning.”

And so you did, you started from the beginning, telling Cregan about the day he moved in, to your first kiss in the kitchen, all the way to the other night and how he had left you and was horrible right after a scene.

You watched as Cregan’s brows had become drawn at certain points in justifiable anger, the man always having been very protective over you, and at other times he gave you a scathing look, telling you that you had gone too far as well.

“So yeah, we haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think I want to. I just can’t see how he can be so cold to me when I've been nothing but kind to him.”

Cregan leant against the window, rolling the both of you another cigarette, trapping the smoke in his lips as he bent down to take off your shoes off as you began to swing your legs in agitation.

“He's a douchebag for sure," Cregan agreed, standing to his full height again, "And I really don’t see what you see in him.”

“See?? I think it's all hormonal or something. I don’t know. Ugh. But when he is nice, he is so lovely. And when he smiles it's this-”

You stopped yourself.

Oh gods.

You were deeper than you thought.

Why did you have a crush on this man???

Cregan smirked at you and you swatted him roughly, taking the smoke from between his lips to light it, taking a long and hard drag, feeling the smoke swirl down your throat thickly.

“I don’t know much about the man,” Cregan began, “But from what Jace and Luc have told me, I know he’s been through a lot. He didn’t get an easy run as a kid-“

“-It's not an excuse to be a dick.”

“-No its not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I know his dad wasn’t really there, and his mum was real tough on him. It didn’t help that everyone sided with Luc after the accident.“

“The accident? What do you mean?”

Cregan took a steady breath, taking the cigarette from you to take a sharp inhale, speaking as he exhaled, “Luc took his eye.”

“What?!” Your heart fell.

Cregan held up his hands, “No, not like that. It was an accident. Lucerys has never forgiven himself for it, hangs over the poor kids head like a storm. Aemond was ten, and Luc would have only been like five or six? They were both kids, and they were play fighting with wooden swords, some knights and dragon game they used to all play, but Lucerys had swung too high and too fast for Aemond to block it.”

Your stomach turned, and a chill ran through you, “Oh my gods.”

Cregan looked down sadly, shifting on his feet, “Yeah, its rough. Fucking horrible what happened, and then Alicent wanted to sue Lucerys for grievous bodily harm.”

“What the fuck? But he was just a kid? They were both kids! It was an accident!”

“I know right? Alicent started a fight right in front of Aemond at the hospital with Rhaenyra, got physical, everyone started screaming at each other when they all should have been comforting the poor kid who lost his damn eye. The family has been a mess ever since.”

It all made sense now. 

The tension. 

The disdain. 

The law firm.

All of it.

Cregan handed you the smoke and also held the second glass of water to you, waiting for you to drink half of it, “I’m not telling you this to excuse his behaviour or make you pity him. I'm just trying to give you some perspective as to why he is the way he is. He’s had it rough, and from the sound of it, he doesn’t know how to open up or feel safe. The people that were supposed to protect him failed him, and I think that it really did change the way he is.”

You felt guilt. 

Guilt for not knowing. Guilt for now knowing. Guilt for not being more understanding. But at the same time, you were not really at fault. 

How were you to know?

“Fuck. I feel terrible.” You sighed.

“Don’t be. He was an ass to you. No excuses there.”

“I guess. I did rub his ex in his face.”

Cregan sucked in a hiss, “Poor form.” 

You buried your face in your hands, “I know. But he just left me, straight after giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. It was horrible, Creg.”

“Best orgasm?” Cregan joked, and you sighed.

“Shut up. It was horrible. I've never felt so used before. It reminded me so much of Jason, I think it really triggered me. I cried myself to sleep after.”

Cregan stepped back between your legs, pulling you into a tight bear hug, in away that he always did, tucking your head beneath his chin and cradling you to his chest. You instantly felt safe, reassured, and loved.

And it was always how you felt around him.

“You’ll get through this, bunn.”

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[desi2go]

Love a cowboy

pairing: cowboy San x reader

warnings: mostly fluff, some slight angst in the end

summery: You moved from the city into the wild west. On a bull riding competition, you meet San, a cowboy, not knowing that in the future you will cross ways with him more often...

author's note: Welcome to my first Ateez fanfic! I hope you'll like it. I loved the idea of cowboy San, especially after their new comeback! Have fun

The sun burned mercilessly over the vast prairie as you made your way through the lively little town of Red Rock. You have been living here for a few weeks now, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city you have left behind. Life in the Wild West was rougher, but also more exciting and filled you with a new kind of freedom.

Today was the day of the annual bull riding competition, an event that the whole town looked forward to. You had heard a lot about the cowboys who would be showing off their skills.

As you entered the dusty grounds of the arena with a friend, you felt the excited tension in the air. The crowd roared as the cowboys took their places. You picked a spot close to the action, eager to see the cowboys in action. Loudly, you cheered for the brave men who tried riding the bulls. Just when another man got buckled off, the speaker announced the next competitor and the people around you went wild.

"Lady and gentlemen, here comes the current favourite San!"

Time seemed to stand still as he stepped onto the arena. San, with broad shoulders and a determined look, seemed completely in his element. He jumped up the fence and swung himself on the angry bull. The fence was opened and bull ran free, trying to get the man off.

The fight between man and beast was intense, and for a moment it seemed as if San would loose balance. But in a wild moment of struggle, his hat flew into the air before finally landing next to you. You grabbed it and freed it from the dust. He still sat on the bull.

She didn't hesitate for long and picked up the dusty cowboy hat. The crowd continued to cheer, but you focused only on San, who was buckled off and rolled over the ground. He slowly stood up and looked over at her. She pushed her way through the crowd to give him back his hat.

When San saw her, a smile flashed through his face. He took the hat, but gently pushed it on her head.

"Keep it," he said with a wink.

"A little luck can't hurt you out here." You blushed and smiled back shyly as you ran a finger over the hat.

He walked away, letting himself enjoy the cheerings.

"Who is he?" You asked your friend who looked at you in disbelief.

"You don't know who that is? He is the best bull rider! He is known for his courage and skill, and the stories of his adventures had already made the rounds." She explained.

"Never heard of him" you responded.

"56,78 seconds! And thus takes the lead!" The speaker shouted through the loudspeaker. Even the following cowboys couldn't over it his time so he won the competition. It was crazy how long he sat on that bull even though it was moving wildly beneath him. You were impressed.

The crowd started to get thinner, everyone observing the stands for something to eat til the next competitions would start. You followed your friend who showed you the best food stand on the whole event and after that the best attractions.

When the sun began to go down, she brought you to a bar after you had confessed you didn't had time to get to the infamous bar. The music could already be heard from miles and the laughter of people. You still wore the cowboy hat even though it was too big, you loved that your face was shielded from the merciless sun all day.

When you enter the saloon, the first thing you notice is the smell: a mixture of smoke, sweat, spilt beer and a hint of perfume. The floor is made of rough wooden planks, worn by constant footsteps and the occasional scrape of boots. The room is dimly lit, mainly by oil lamps and candles, which spread a warm, flickering light. The walls are hung with hunting trophies, old mirrors and sometimes photos of famous cowboys or local events. The centrepiece of the saloon is the long, wooden bar, behind which bottles of various spirits stand on shelves.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and an apron, gave you a friendly smile.Men and sometimes women sit at the tables, which are distributed at irregular intervals around the room, playing cards, drinking or chatting. The atmosphere is lively, accompanied by the clinking of glasses, the laughter of the guests and sometimes the music of a small band.

The bartender greeted your friend, you always were shocked that nearly everyone knew everyone. She ordered a drink for both of you until she dragged you to the small dance floor where some persons were already dancing to the great rhythm.

Slowly sipping on your drink, you danced until your friend tapped you and nodded behind you.

"The sexy cowboy is watching you" she grinned and you followed her gaze. San indeed leaned against the, a beer in his hand, clearly mustering you. You blushed as he came towards you.

"Hello beautiful" he exclaimed over the loud music, wearing just a simple jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest.

"Hello" you answered, blushing slightly.

"I see you like the hat" he stated and a smirk formed on his lips as he brushed a hair strand out of his face.

"Yeah, thank you"

"No need to thank me. It suits you better than me"

You smiled. "You don't live in the city, right? I never saw you before"

"I'm just coming here for the competitions and important errands. My farm is outside of the city"

"That is cool. Even though it must be a little bit lonely, right?"

"Sometimes, but I have the animals and when I want to meet people, I'll come here" he smiled.

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Three days later, you were driving to the next biggest city to purchase some errands that you didn't find in the local store. For 30 minutes, you followed the dusty road that was more dirt than road. Around you just the desert and some bushes that fought against the searing heat.

You don't know what you were thinking for doing an one and a half hour trip in the noon with your old car. It was a truck that was perfect for the terrain here. When you moved you had sold your car. Now, you had one that has problems with the air conditioning.

Suddenly, you heard a bang and black smoak rose from the bonnet.

"Shit" you sweared and stopped. Of course you needed to buy the cheapest truck you could find and the car dealer even recommended it! Angry, you placed the cowboy hat on your head to shield you from the merciless sun and got out to take a look at the bonnet.

You opened it and a gush of smoak ascended, leaving you coughing. You leaned further into the bonnet, searching for the problem when you heard some rustling. You thought it was just wind.

"Everything alright?" Someone behind you asked, startled you shrieked, trying to get up but hitting your head on the bonnet over you.

"Ow" you exclaimed and rubbed your head while observing the man. It was San, sitting cool on a horse.

"San. What are you doing here?" You asked, eying him. He looked like a real cowboy in his lumberjack shirt, the dirty jeans and the cowboy hat.

"I could ask you the same" he smirked, letting his gaze roam over your old truck.

"I wanted to go to the next big city" you responded.

"Well, that didn't work out, right?" He stated cocky.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously" But you couldn't hold in a small smile. He dismounted from the horse and hands the reins over to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, holding the horse far away from you. Even though you liked animals, horses were a bit scary.

"Let me check if I can fix it" he told you, bending over your car. He sighed after a few minutes.

"I can't fix it here. But we could bring it to my farm." He stated, looking you in the eye. You nodded. "Come on, it isn't wide. We come back with my tractor to tow your car."

"Okay, thanks" you answered, giving him the reins back. He mounted the horse, holding his hand down.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

"We'll ride. And now come on" you shook your head fast. There was no way you would climb on the horse.

"It's safe. You can hold onto me. And I'm not letting you here alone on the street miles away from anything" he argued. You sighed, guessing you had no other choice.

Hesitant, you took his hand and climbed behind him on the horse who stood there unimpressed. Immediately, you clinged onto him like your dear life depended on it. He let out a laugh. "Relax. Rosie is a good girl" he brushed over the horse's fur.

He carefully pushed the horse into a small walk. It was strange to sit on a horse and you anxiously held onto San.

"You ok there?" He asked, guiding Rosie away from your lame excuse of a car. "Yes, it isn't that bad" you gave in, a small smile flashing over your face and relaxing your hold until the horse accelerated. You shrieked and clinged more while San just laughed.

After twenty five minutes, you saw the big wooden fences. The cattle farm layed peacefully in the vastness of the land, surrounded by endless grassy plains and rolling hills. At the centre of the property stood the farmhouse, a sturdy building made of sun-bleached wood that had weathered many storms. A wide veranda, furnished with rocking chairs and a wooden table, provided the perfect place to look out over the vast landscape.

Cows walked over the pasture, eating the dry grass. It was idyllic.

"That's your farm?" You asked, letting your gaze wander around. As soon as the horse halted, you jumped off just that San could dismount as well.

"Yes, in all its glory. Welcome to Red Wood Ranch." He exclaimed, signalling around him while smiling proudly.

"Wow, looks beautiful" you answered. You followed him to the tractor, sat next to him and you two took the way back to your track.

There, he towed it back to his farm, getting a better look.

"I think it'll take me some time before it's fixed." While his upper half disappeared completely into the bonnet, you helped him with giving him the tools he needed.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You asked curious. It seemed like he could do nearly everything. Bull riding, horse riding and repairing cars. And definitely so much more.

"I grew up here. Of course I know how I can fix a car."

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To be clear, you never thought that repairing a car could take so long. After four hours, both of you decided that you would continue tomorrow.

"Should I drive you home or do you want to sleep here?" He asked while he stepped into the farmhouse. The creaky front door opened into a rustic interior that reflected the tough but warm spirit of its inhabitant.

"You don't need to drive me. I'll stay" he nodded, leading you into the kitchen. The big window let the orange light of the sunset into the room, turning the wooden interior into a warm tone. The kitchen was beautiful, just like you had imagined it in a farmhouse.

"Then I guess you need to try my famous baked beans with mashed potatoes" a smile adorned his face.

"I would love to"

San was a great cook, opening the door to your heart with just one meal. You devoured every bite, making him laugh out loud. You sat in the simple garden, under an old tree, watching the sunset and later the stars. It was so beautiful. Even here, you could hear a cow moo from time to time. While you enjoyed the moment, you catched San staring at you. You grew red, brushing a loose hair strand out of your face.

"You look happy" he stated.

"I am. Moving here was the best decision I ever made"

In the middle of the night, both of you decided to finally go to bed. He showed you the guest bedroom, giving you a shirt because you didn't have anything with you. You thanked him and quickly brushed your teeth and throwing the shirt over your figure. It was big, too big for you but it smelled really nice.

San waited in front of the bathroom for his turn, his eyes widening when he saw you in his shirt. Thankfully the low light shielded his blush from you. You told him good night, unbeknown to you, his gaze followed you until you were out of his sight, admitting to himself that he liked the view of you in his clothes.

It was nice to have someone here again even if it was only for a night. But the house already felt warmer more like a home not just a farmhouse. He liked the company and the thought of someone who is here with him.

The next morning, when you came downstairs to the kitchen, you smelled already the delicious food.

"Good morning. Didn't know you were already up." You said, a yawn leaving you. Sadly, you had changed out of the shirt. "Yes, needed to feed the cows. I figured you would like to eat something."

Just the thought of his delicious food leaved you drooling.

After breakfast, he quickly continued to work on your truck and luckily after two hours he was finished. "Thank you so much, San. I didn't know what I would have done without you" you hugged him tight.

He laughed. "Then you're lucky you have me. I thank you for joining me for the night." You gave a smile widley.

"You're right. I am lucky. May I invite you to dinner tomorrow?" you answered. He agreed, watching you drive away with a light heart.

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You had agreed that he would pick you up so that both of you could go to the small restaurant. You were excited. It felt like you had known San for a long time. But it also made you nervous because you couldn't deny that there was more than friendship between you and him.

At seven pm sharp, his car stopped in front of your house. Quickly, you jumped into your shoes and walked towards the car after making sure that your door was locked. He leaned against his truck, dressed in a black shirt and a denim jacket. He looked handsome, especially with the way he styled his hair.

"You look beautiful, y/n" he said when you hugged him, jumping in the car.

"Well, you you don't look bad either" you confessed.

During the whole ride, the comfortable conversation went on. He lead you into the restaurant. It was small but still beautiful decorated. The waiter showed you your table outside in the lovely garden. The table was directly placed between three big trees with fairy lights, making it so much more romantic.

You learned that San's grandfather built the Red Wood Ranch until his parents took over and now he. His older sister has moved away into a big city, only coming here once a year. So, He was mostly alone but happy to live on the farm.

The night went on, slowly but surely, the heat of the day went away and leaved a cold wind that brushed against your shoulders. Of course you didn't think about bringing a jacket even if you knew that the nights were cold. You shivered slightly, brushing your hands up and down your arms to keep warm. San stood up and circled the table. Confused, you observed him as he took off his jacket and layed it over your shoulders. Immediately, you could smell his cologne, letting you inhale deeply.

"Thank you" you mumbled, pulling the denim jacket tighter around your body. He smiled and sat down in his seat again.

After dinner, San drove you home again. He stopped in front of your house, got out with you to bring you to your front door, mumbling something about safety.

"Thank you for the great evening" he said, a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, it was perfect. I had so much fun" you admitted, taking off his jacket to give it to him.

"You can keep it if you want" he added.

You chuckled. "I already have your hat. When you give all your clothes to me, you don't have anything to wear yourself"

He mimicked to think hardly. "You have a good point"

He leaned closer to you, his face only centimetres away from yours. "Even though I enjoy seeing you in my clothes" he added, his ears turning red. A rosy blush krept up your face, leaving San smirking. His eyes wandered from your eyes over your red cheeks to your lips.

San overcame the last centimetres and pressed his lips gently on yours. They were soft and couldn't do anything against it but to return the kiss, moving yours against his. Your lips tingled as a hand cupped your cheek, brushing over your soft skin.

Slowly, you finished the passionate kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

"I like you, y/n" he whispered, lips red and a bit swollen.

"I like you too, San" you replied, looking him deep in the eye. He pulled in for another kiss, a short one to say goodbye.

"Will you be there next weekend for the next competition?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll be there in the crowd watching you" A big smile plastered his face, leaning in once again to feel your lips against his. And you could feel his smile while kissing.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the next competition in bull riding!" The speaker shouted over the arena. The crowd was loud, discussing who will win.

You pushed yourself through the mass of people, forward right to the fence of the arena so that San could see you. You wore his hat, figuring that he would like it if you would wear it.

You watched his opponents, waiting for San's turn. One or two times, the person was immediately buckled off of the bull's back, hitting the ground hard. The crowd hissing as they heard the collision with the floor.

Then, San walked into the arena, waving when the speaker announced him. You and the other people cheered as he climbed onto the bull's back. The fence was opened and the bull ran into the arena, already buckling wildly.

He held onto the saddle with one hand, not letting go. Second for second passes. He had already the best time from all the opponents before him. The bull didn't give up, just buckling more and more while running through the arena.

Suddenly, the bull stopped full force. San loosed the grip, trying to not fly in front of the bull. Then, the animal jumped up, buckling like never before. San couldn't hold his balance and when the bull buckled one last time, he flew through the air, landing harsh on the ground, his head hitting an iron bar of the fence.

The cheering died, leaving the arena in silence. Everyone waited for San to get up but he still layed there. The bull was captured again and an emergency doctor ran to him. You pushed yourself through the fence, running to him.

"Ma'am, please, stay away" someone said. You shook your head. "He is my boyfriend" you lied. Well, technically he wasn't your boyfriend but you really liked him, well, you loved him.

They let you through. Fortunately, San was already awake, leaning against the fence with half closed eyes. "San" you whispered. Sitting down next to him, observing him precisely. He had a cut on his lips and some blood dropped down from his forehead. His hand grabbed yours, playing with it while he gave you an encouraging smile.

The doctor bandaged the forehead. When he was finished, you helped San up. Slowly, you walked him out of the arena, clutching to his hand.

"Your boyfriend, huh?" He teased while wiggling his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips as you two sat down in a room, waiting for the doctor.

You grew red, letting his hand go to brush your hair back. "I was worried!" You defended.

"It's okay. I loved the sound of it. Can you call me that again?" His eyes sparkled with amusement and malicious joy. He was such a tease.

"Oh shut it! I was scared." You crossed your arms, turning away from him so that he could see your embarrassment.

Two strong were arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against the muscular chest.

You felt San's face in your hair, inhaling deep.

"I'm sorry. I was just teasing you" he mumbled into your neck, leaving you shivering when his hot breath hit your skin.

"But I liked you calling me your boyfriend and I want to be able to call you my girlfriend. Is that okay?" He added, turning you around.

You couldn't say no to his sweet puppy eyes. You nodded and carefully placed your lips against his.

"You are never going to ride a bull ever again!" You commanded shortly after.

"We will discuss that later, princess" he said, pulling into another kiss.

[missmarveledsblog]

Tommy Miller x reader. Where it's actually Tommy and reader and no Joel

thank you for the request nonnie , i understand the pain of trying to find tommy and reader then it like their friends and she after joel , i have another couple of tommy x read fics where they fall in love and joel not main part of the story unless it as friend or something .

the girl next door

or

joel's girl? ok this one is like he thinks she with joel but she not and likes him

Sunshine

summary : every friday was highlight of the people of jackson's night the one night of normal and reminder of the world before it went south , for tommy miller it was seeing his favourite ball of sunshine ..noticing she isn't herself and the reason why he decides to cheer her up only things never stay good when raiders attack ... will he get his chance or not?

warnings : bitchy women , jealousy , friends to lover troupe and no joel only small interaction and he's not named blink and miss it sort of thing . the spotlight is on tommy and reader in this one violence and killing ,

Friday night like always , towns people filled the little bar enjoying the  a piece of the old life before the world fell to shit . a stop to socialize and take about the week and life  they used to , songs playing  in the background almost muffled by the chatter , drinks handed out and it was like nothing ever happened . it was a piece of normality in world gone insane.  He stood with pride being able to part in  keeping it going , safe haven where it was building it people back up and in turn they were building it up . one of the highlights of his week and the other well walk in the door taking his breath away each time it was like the first time he had saw her.   A night he got a knock waking his door the members on patrol where coming  with a girl who needed help , at first he was pissed worried incase  this stranger was infected putting them at risk , once it was established it wasn’t that kind  trouble as they brought her in the gates still passed out from exhaustion when they came across her she was fighting off raiders . her eyes opened wide and terrified  seeing a bunch of strangers standing around her some place she didn’t know .  when she calmed down and they explained it he could see the weight of the world melt off her shoulder and smile on her face  making his heart beat faster and his knees weak. 

A school boy crush  was his excuse , then the more he got to know  her he was a goner .  a young woman who saw hell and back had scars to prove yet she walked around like the living embodiment of sunshine .  Caring and sweet ready to help where help was needed , lend a hand on days off  but could hold her own and stand up for those who couldn’t do it for themselves. Each friday she would have a drink or two and dance , laugh and smile away with the rest or if it was particularly busy night she’d be behind the bar given him a helping hand , she always stayed til last person left one of the better parts of the night . her full attention on him as the two would go about joking and talking sharing stories while doing the task at hand . yet when she walked in the smile on her face didn’t quite reach her eyes , the talking was barely more than a sentence  , there was no giggled filled dancing something didn’t feel right , that weight of the world on her shoulder coming back  and all he wanted to do was tell everyone out and the night was gone , get to his favorite part and see what had the sunshine beauty so glum .   the night picking up busy one  watching her  twirl still dancing but to make the old man who asked smile  alway telling her they felt young again and the wives happy to left in peace for short time . finally she came up and got a drink   sitting at the barstool  her eyes showing what her face wasn’t  . 

“ whats got ya down honey “ slip of the too many a nickname that was just their own . 

“ if i’m honey your sugar just as sweet” she would shoot back this time she didn’t she just exhaled . 

“ am i dumb stupid clingy  little girl” she asked .

“ smartest people i know  clingy no why  , did someone say something?”  he arched his brow. 

“ i was helping clean the mess hall you know  and  they were having their book club meeting  i was washing dishes out back i went to ask if they wanted water or something and i heard them saying i was a stupid clingy little girl cause i’m always clinging out of ya and too stupid to see your uncomfortable .. i’m sorry if i do i just get so happy sometimes “ she rambled in all her good qualities her ability to overthink was like no other . 

“ honey ya ain’t stupid or clingy just jealous old witches who feeling ticking of time is all “ he winked making a little smile on her face .” now  wanna help me here  so  i can get that ball of sunshine back” he leaned on the bar a suddenly act of bravery as she swallowed and nodded  her eye flicking to his lips  for a spilt glance  he nearly missed it. 

He was praying for the time to move , begging it to pass by along way he got braver brushing his hands along her fingers when she handed him something or  his hand or her hip as  they passed each other behind the bar . soft touch and flirty banter more and more as time went by . that bubble of happiness she usually was returning and the cruel words that clung to her  melted off or nearly when they walked in then it hit him why one of ladies she was his age little older not by much that constantly hounded him for attention  . town jackson well one scarcity was partners  and she had set her sights on tommy.

“ hey tommy how are you “ she cooed . 

“ hey lori what can i get ya , i’m good thanks “ he ask polite smile but he noticed y/n keeping her distance to other side.  “ even better i must say tonight” he added speaking little louder. 

“ oh really why’s that ?” lori straighten up fixing herself not so subtly . 

“ cause i got my honey by my side , wine ?” he smiled brightly as the womans face faltered . 

“ the little girl really tommy ain’t it better with someone your own age .. more experience”a  venom to her words . 

“ little girl i don’t see one i see a woman who done nothing but help everyone in this room for nothing in return because she wants to , she even helped you i’m not wrong when you were hollering over little mouse she got it out “ he placed the class . “ she maybe younger but least she more mature and knows how to have fun in life “ he whispered .

“  well when you’re done fucking the midlife crisis tommy call me when you need a real woman” she snapped storming off . 

“He might be too tired do so have a goodnight lori “ she called passing to the other side of the bar and new game was played maybe it was more his own need to touch her more but hell see the steam out of the womans ears was a bonus . lifting her up and place her down her giggles and shrieks filling the air , more touches lingering  til it got to a stage he was standing behind her hands on her wait holding her against him as she served customers . 

“ guess i’m the clingy one” he chuckled to one of the patron and she could hear the womans teeth grinding for here . 

“ about time you two” was the winning phrase of the night to point he though lori’s glass was gonna smash in her hand . soon it wasn’t about pissing the other woman off  , at one point of the night she was long forgotten  lost in a bubble that only consisted of them  and them alone . like most thing that would happen in the world when the bubble popped and the door swung open . 

“ Raiders “  sent men to  their feet. 

“ stay here” was all he said kissing her head and leaving,  of course in true y/n fashion it was never about leaving and staying in safety it was a second her hair tied up and she followed him out grabbing the gun. 

“When ya gonna listen to me” he yelled. 

“ i do listen . doesn’t mean i’m gonna do it “ she snorted heading out  . 

Luckily for them it wasn’t big ground maybe ten or more men , got couple of the house but hell she got a few of them on their asses before they seen her coming til she was knocked to her ass stinging pain on her jaw shooting quickly she looked up seeing two more heading to the bar , scrambling to her feet dodging the tussles and fights as she kicked the door . she  watched them grab lori in their hold hell she could of left the woman but instead she pressed the gun to back of his head ignored the demand he was spout or how the instantly stopped . 

“ let er go or  we’ll be cleaning you off the walls for weeks” she cocked the gun as he let the woman go promise of putting the gun down they would leave . his buddy sneaking to her side as she pulled out the pistol in her belt . “ now i know you weren’t going to try be stupid huh  she turned holding  the guns to the two men . 

Second she shot one in the arm and the other charge fist coming to her lip she could feel the metallic taste filling her mouth  hitting the ground as he straddle her hips holding her down  hands on her throat squeezing tightly as she felt around . cold and sharp ignoring it tearing into her skin as she slammed into the mans next making him fall back as his friend scampered off . she was silent eyes wide as the sound of the world when muffled and people moving to her. Mouth opening but yet she couldn’t hear a thing as the adrenaline wore off. 

“ Y/N “ Tommy voice filled with nothing but fear as one of the women called him . 

“ here sweetheart up to get” lori said still shaken but not at must of the woman before her . “ get me towel and water … whiskey” was all she called as they did so. 

It was one thing to fight and protect  from afar , killing infect it didn’t feel like killing but y/n never had to kill so up close so messy .

“ she ok “ tommy voice fell she was cover in blood and he didn’t know where hers started 

“ nasty cut on her hand , spilt lip and bruise and nasty shock” lori sniffled. “ she saved us not even spilt second  of thinking “ .

N-n-not bad for little girl huh?” she croaked making the woman chuckled . 

“ nah not bad at all , you ok now .. miller bring her doc and home we can clean up , guys can get rid of him” lori finished cleaning as much blood as she could up  as y/n went to stand her legs buckled . 

“ i gotcha “ he lifted her up as her head in his neck not baring to look  down at the man who she just killed . 

“ she ok “ a gruff voice of his brother . 

“ few cuts and bruises  but she ok “ he nodded passing by as he headed into the clinic . 

She sat still listening to the doc keep it dry on and clean after he stitched her up she could see a man whispering in tommy’s ear  , his face falling and looking at her like a sad puppy . 

“ what is it?” she huffed. 

“ they destroyed few houses and one of em were yours “ .

“ course it was fucking assholes “ she growled  as doc shoot her a look. “ sorry “she rolled her eyes. 

“ gotta teach me how to do that” tommy chuckled as she glared at him . “ come on staying in  mine, they'll drop off some clothes and stuff that wasn’t damage” he helped her up  as she hugged  doc and thanked him .  she walked street empty of bodies and clean up being left til the light of day he held the non inured hand as they walked towards his house .  he could see her trying to process it all and yet every time she went to speak her mouth open and closed just as quick .  climbing up the step to his house as he lead her through up to the bathroom handing her a tshirt and sweats before heading down the stairs lighting his fire making sure by time she was out the place was least somewhat warm . sitting how went from such a good night downhill so fast . how scared he was when he couldn’t see her when it was all said and done , that sinking feeling in his gut looking for her through the casualties and yelling her name waiting for the “ quit your hollering” and a mischievous smile on her lips . it could of been minute , seconds but it felt like hours . when he was called to the bar his stomach dropped , he moved the quickest in his life . seeing her staring into space on that barstool  beaten and bruise covered in blood  . heart breaking and sinking all in one  how close he was to losing her made him sick to his stomach . when he looked up  there she stood clean and wet hair and yet tears down her face instantly he pulled her to his lap and let her cry it out ,let it on on him , he could take it , take all the darkness so she could continue being the light . 

“ i gotcha darling , always gotcha honey “ his words falling so easily from his mouth and lips easily finding their way to her hand kissing the bandage that covered her skin . 

“ i was so scared “ she hiccuped . “  i thought he was gonna kill me and that part isn’t what scared me  it  was the others being in harms way if he did or never getting to see everyone again , never getting to see you again “ she cried harder. 

“ scared me too honey thought i lost ya… lost ya before i even had a chance to have ya “ he held her face , wiping the falling tears from her cheeks. “ the thought of never seeing this face again is worse than hell it’s self “ he kissed her cheeks . 

“ thought of not seeing this cute nose scrunching up when ya being a brat and sassing” he chuckled kissing her nose. 

“ and thought of not having a chance to taste these lips  well borderline torture” he moved lifting her head and placing a light kiss on her lip . 

“ i’m not a brat” she finally said smile on her face as she looked up . 

“ oh very much a brat never listening to me “ he teased thumb grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch . “ but its one of things i love about you” . 

“ you love me”her breathe hitched. 

“ from moment i met you and every day since “ he nodded.

“ i love you too” she smiled wider only to wince as stinging from her lip .  yet the stinging was last thing on her mind when she crashed her lips to his fully showing him how much she loved him .  

This mean your gonna listen when i tell ya stay back be safe” he pulled back . 

“ i’ll listen ain’t mean i gonna do “ she yawned. 

“ you’re gonna be death of me honey you know that” he grinned kissing her lips once more  a rarity in the world is being unconditionally happy even it took a scare to make it happen but shit he got his own personal form of sunshine and he wasn’t going to let her go . 

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“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [4.5/...]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: In which Buggy discovers that he’s in over his head while making a deal with Arlong the Saw.

Warnings: LA! One Piece, Canon typical violence, slight canon divergence, Arlong is his own warning

A/N: Unfortunately, part 6 of "DMTMYHB" is a little delayed and won't be out until at least next week. However, I began working on this initially out of boredom, so at least you can read about Buggy's POV after the events of chapter 4 and before the events of chapter 5.

Life sure is a shitshow sometimes, Buggy thinks to himself while spitting out a few grains of sand. For fish people, there’s a certain irony with pulling over a bag propped with sand over his head.

Then again, it could’ve been considerably worse.

They could have decided to water board him, or maybe take a decent chunk off his nose. It’s not too outlandish to assume that these kinds of people prefer the taste of human flesh, and although he considers himself fairly experimental man on occasion, that one is not on his kink list.

He might be big-headed sometimes, he’s man enough to admit as much, but even Buggy knows better than to underestimate the fish people. He’s had his fair share of encounters with them before, and needless to say, mixing a Devil Fruit eater with people who primarily live and breathe in the sea is a bad combination.

A very, very bad combination, especially if you throw Arlong the Saw into the mixture. Buggy’s not a recluse; he’s heard of his reputation as the self-proclaimed ruler of the East Blue. Ask just about anyone who he is, and they’ll whisper his name while pissing their pants like school children.

A misanthrope with a less than discreet disdain for all things human, and a face only a mother could hope to love, the guy does not fuck around with what he considers his, which approximately covers all of the East Blue. And the people in it are merely collateral.

If anything’s a testament, it’s his bounty. Twenty million berries for his head, doesn’t matter if it’s attached to his body or not. The highest bounty on this piece of the ocean.

Well, second highest. The top spot belongs to you, but that’s a thought Buggy has tried desperately to bury in the sand for the past few days. He doesn’t need to think about you, least of all now.

He has bigger fish to deal with, and it blows.

It’s his fucking luck that this is happening specifically to him.

No, it wasn’t enough that he got his ass handed to him by a bunch of scrawny nobodies.

It didn’t suffice that he had to watch you turn your back to him twice in a lifetime.

He’s managed to evade the saw-nosed fucker’s eye up until this point, and so, of course Fate would deal him this final one.

Just as the cherry on top of the shitty sundae that is his life.

So, to conceal or own terrified state when faced with the darkened stage room, Buggy decides to do what Buggy does best:

Fake it ‘til he makes it.

And he sure as fuck hope he does.

“Is this the best way to ask for an autograph?” His echo bounces like a ball through the darkened room. “I mean sheesh! Fans have gotten so toxic!”

The eerie silence is his only companion now, and he finds that he can’t stand it. Not even the two fishy folks standing guard at his side offers him more than rolled eyes. Rude.

This place — his stage — which once served as his sanctuary, might soon become his tomb. If Arlong lives up to his rep, he’ll ask the clown to dig his own hole before chomping on his jugular.

Curtains for him and all fucking that.

“Alright, what do you want?! Tickets to the show? I can get you house seats, they’re pricey!”

A loud thud emerges from the shadows behind him, and a cold breeze brushes against the the exposed skin on his face.

“Oh, I am no fan of yours.”

He knows a beast when he hears one, even better when he sees them. He spent the good portion of his youth alongside one, and witnessed first-hand just how they could be. Beasts are strong, and brutal, and precise. They can tear you apart if they deem it necessary because it’s in their nature, but that’s all it is. Nature.

However, Buggy’s also come to discover that beasts have also the capacity for kindness and love. A beast is someone he can fall in love with.

This thing that emerges from the dark at his side, on the other hand, is no mere beast.

Hell, he can’t even qualify it as such. This creature at his side, one he doesn’t dare to face at first until he notices it’s gradual approach, is a monster.

Ain’t no way in the blue hell he’ll ever consider tapping that the way he would with a beast.

“I run things here in the East Blue,” the fish-man speaks, voice grating Buggy ears as he circles the clown. “I’m here to remind of you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.”

Despite the fact that he’s nervous as shit, there’s a certain taunt crystallising in Buggy’s brain that he’s subconsciously urged to free against his better judgement.

Arlong’s place is second in this so-called food chain. Yours is the first, and if it wasn’t for the fact that voicing this would guarantee his premature death, Buggy would’ve reminded the fishy shithead of this.

Despite whatever grievances you two share, Buggy knows that he won’t mind not being at the top as long as it means it’s not under Shark-boy’s hierarchy.

The East Blue is, per Arlong’s definition, yours, whether you know it or not, and he’d much rather comply with that.

But Buggy keeps his act going. “But Arlong, baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’m small potatoes. Pirating’s more of a side gig.”

As much as he tries, and he does try, Buggy knows his words can’t keep the shark’s teeth at bay for much longer. Arlong is not a patient type, and it just about snaps when he reaches for his throat and prepares to chomp.

Buggy doesn’t intend to die now. He can’t. He’s got unfinished business to attend to.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Maybe fate is actually on his side for fucking once, because the fish man actually does wait.

He has a shot.

“You know who’s out there really disrespecting you? It’s that little Rubber-Prick in the straw hat, goes by the name of Luffy.”

It doesn’t work, because it seems Arlong is more of a recluse than him. Has never heard the boys name. So, he tries a different approach before the teeth settle in again.

“He— He’s not alone.” Fuck, he’s losing air, and he kinda needs that to get the primary point into Arlong's thick, scaly head. A point that he’ll be sure to catch the asshole’s attention. “Cross-Hairs is with him!”

Arlong halts, and his lips don a sneer.

Another thing Buggy has discovered in all of this is that Arlong is an inherently proud guy, and believes himself superior to others not only because of his fishy nature, but due to the fact that he has among the largest bounties on this piece of the map.

Yours is the only obstacle keeping him from completely claiming that title.

“The Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates has been absent for the past decade.” Arlong lets up on the pressure around his neck, enough to let Buggy grasp a few fistfuls of air, but his feet still dangle above the ground.

“Y-Yeah—,” Buggy heaves. “But her— b-bounty hasn’t changed, has it? And the kid, he just knocked over a marine’s base in Shells Town, then he stole a map of the Grand Line and now he’s talking shit about finding the One Piece.”

This seems to be enough reason for Arlong to finally drop him, and Buggy struggles to retrieve all the air he’s lost.

“The One Piece, an excuse for humans to spread their filth across the seas.” Arlong is less than impressed, but what he says next opens a door. “Why should I concern myself with the ambitions of a mere human boy?”

“Because that map is useful,” Buggy regains some semblance of balance on his knees. “The kid is not, but I have unfinished business with him. What’s more, if Cross-Hairs is with him, then that’s your chance to get the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. Think about it! You’ll be at the top of the list if she’s out of the way.”

Arlong doesn’t like the implication laced in Buggy’s words, the possibility that he’s in any way lesser than a human. “I am already at the top of the list, clown. The Cross-Haired Pirates are disbanded, and humans tend to age so quickly compared to fish men. I’m sure she’s grown old and weary in the last couple of years, hardly worth my time.”

Buggy wants to smile. Smile as he thinks about just how fucking wrong this guy can be. The years have not drained you, nor weakened you, nor made you any less hot if he does say so himself.

Oh, if anyone can wipe the floor with Arlong, it’s you. That’s why he’s not afraid of revealing your current whereabouts, because he already knows fishy over there will get his ass whopped big time.

“How about this: you let me live, and I’ll help you find Luffy and Cross-Hairs. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

Two birds, one stone, and one fish filet, to be more specific.

Arlong grabs him by the neck. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I've got eyes and ears everywhere.”

The fish takes the bait, and Buggy can't help but laugh.

Laugh, not because Arlong agrees to his plan, but because the guy is going to be struck by lightning so fucking hard that in the end, there'll be nothing left of him save for that ugly-ass tool he calls a nose.

The moron has deliberately put himself up for slaughter, and personally, Buggy can’t wait to watch the show unfold.

The stage is yours.

He’ll watch from the front rows and give you an upstanding applause once the curtains falls.

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Homecoming - DBF!Joel x Female Reader

It's been years since you moved away from home but you never stopped wishing your dad's best friend Joel Miller saw you as something more. Request from @reds-ramblings!

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU, legal age gap (Joel is 40 you are 26), SMUTTTTTTT oral (f receiving), p in v sex, one shot. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only!

Length: 4.4k (sorry guys, I got carried away)

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was still that popcorn shit. Your mom had redone most of the house since you’d moved out but your room was still intact. Still had the movie posters, the caricatures of you with your best friends from trips to Six Flags in the summer, the mountain of stuffed animals that were covered in a fine layer of dust in a hammock that hung from the ceiling. 

It was a little like being in a museum, relics of who you’d been a decade ago when you’d first moved into this house in the Austin suburbs with your parents. You hadn’t known how to drive yet when you moved in here. You were a different person now. A different person who lived in Chicago and had a job you loved and still came running home to your childhood bedroom when shit got hard. 

You sighed, bouncing a tennis ball off the popcorn ceiling. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, getting up and rifling through your suitcase. 

Your parents weren’t home. They wouldn’t be for a few more days - too busy lying on a beach in Maui - so you had the place to yourself. At least there was the pool. 

You found the sluttiest bikini you had since you’d be too embarrassed to wear it around your parents anyway but dammit you’d bought the stupid thing so you were going to wear it. You slid into it, admiring yourself in the mirror for a second. This would have looked way better on a beach in the Caribbean. This was a swim suit meant to make a man fuck you in the ocean. It was not a swim suit meant to be worn in your parents’ pool. But you needed something to feel good about. 

You put your earbuds in and pulled up your favorite playlist, dancing a little as you put on the gauzy white coverup, straw hat and flip flops before heading downstairs. 

It was almost like the shuffle mode on your playlist was reading your mind. Lizzo came on just as you made it to the kitchen and you turned it up as loud as you couldn’t without fully deafening yourself. 

“Why men great ’til they gotta be great?” You more yelled it than sang it, grabbing the tortilla chips and salsa you’d picked up on your way to the house the day before. You went into the freezer next, grabbing the frozen margarita pouch. 

“You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal,” you nudged the drawer closed with your leg. “Help you…HOLY SHIT.” 

You almost leapt out of your skin, dropping the plastic container of salsa and the bag of margarita to the tile floor. You clutched your heart that felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest with one hand and tore your earbuds out with the other. 

Joel Miller was leaning against the counter, watching you and smiling, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jesus Christ, Joel!” You panted, dropping the earbuds to the counter before leaning against it to keep from falling over. “What the fuck, man?” 

“Don’t stop on my account,” he smiled a little wider. “You were puttin’ on a great show…” 

“Ha ha,” you glared at him. 

“No, really, stadium quality performance there, Princess,” he said. “I’d buy tickets…” 

You rolled your eyes before bending over and picking up the mercifully still intact containers of salsa and frozen margarita, trying to not think about the fact that you were in the sluttiest bikini you’d ever owned in front of Joel fucking Miller. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend. Joel Miller, guy who lived across the street. Joel Miller, man you’d basically been in love with since you were 16 years old. 

How was it that he’d gotten better looking? There should be limits on this shit, men who were as gorgeous as Joel Miller shouldn’t be allowed to get hotter as they aged. His graying hair made him look experienced, wiser somehow. The wrinkles around his eyes made his already gorgeous chocolate brown gaze look softer and sweeter. It was a dangerous combination. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, heart rate returning to normal. Or, normal for when Joel was in your immediate vicinity, anyway. 

“Your dad told me I could borrow a ladder,” he shrugged. “Said it was in the shed out back. Told me to let myself in. DIdn’t mention you’d be here. Promise I wasn’t trying to scare you.” 

“What kind of contractor doesn’t have a ladder?” You frowned. “Sounds like you’re falling down on the job, Miller.” 

“I don’t have it at my house because I left it on a job, Princess,” he stepped closer, smile shifting to more of a cocky smirk. “But needed one at home and didn’t really feel like drivin’ clear across Austin to pick it up. 

“But that’s beside the point, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Ain’t you some big time city girl now?” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Just decided to come home for a visit,” you replied. 

“While your parents are on vacation,” he said, skeptical. You narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what’s goin’ on.” 

You sighed and groaned a little. 

“I was supposed to be in The Bahamas this week,” you said. “Booked it a few months back.” 

“So why aren’t you in The Bahamas this week?” He asked after you were silent for a minute. You rapped your fingers on the counter, nails clacking on the granite. 

“I got dumped, alright?” You groaned. “It was supposed to be a trip with my now ex for our one year anniversary but we broke up a month ago and now he’s in The Bahamas with Laurel from accounting.” 

“Shit,” Joel’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry that…” 

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I wasn’t really that into him, honestly. I was surprised we lasted as long as we did. But I wasn’t about to sit in Chicago in April when I’d already bought enough bikinis to last a week on the beach. And hey at least there’s a fucking pool and it’s above freezing here.” 

When you mentioned the bikinis, his eyes finally left your face, quickly trailing up and down your body before looking back at your face. 

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot, Princess,” he said. “Promise there are better ones out there than that and lord knows you deserve better.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled a little. “Anyway, you’re here for a ladder, not to keep me company.” 

“Depends,” he nodded at the margarita pouch. “Got another one of those?” 

You scoffed. 

“C’mon,” you went into the freezer and grabbed another pouch. “The hell do you take me for?” 

You poured the drinks into the plastic margarita glasses your mom had bought for a party when you were a teenager and handed one to Joel before you both went outside. Joel sat on a lounge chair but you set your glass down on the edge of the pool, stepped out of your flip flops and draped your coverup on a chair next to him. 

“You’re getting in?” He asked. “Thought that was more of a… layin’ around swim suit thing you girls like to wear.” 

“Didn’t fly across the country to not get the suit wet,” you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes immediately rose from your ass to your face as you did. “You’re welcome to join me.” 

You jumped in the water, sinking down to the bottom, water so cold that it made your nipples harden and press against the thin fabric of the suit. You swam back to the surface and to the edge of the pool, grabbing your margarita. Joel was watching you. 

“You coming in or not?” You teased. 

“Don’t think I feel like goin’ and getting changed,” he said. 

“Never said you had to,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Come on. You saw me dancing around my parents kitchen and heard my sob story. I think I can see you in your underwear.” 

He looked away from you for a moment, a twitch in his jaw, before he shook his head for a moment. 

“Alright, Princess,” he stood up and pulled off his shirt in one fluid movement. You were trying not to stare. It’s not like you’d never seen him without a shirt before. He’d been swimming at your house with your parents before. He took his shirt off when mowing the lawn and you’d peer through your window and watch him when you were a teenager. But this was the first time he’d taken his shirt off because you wanted him to and that fact almost made his biceps seem more sculpted, his chest more beautiful. His hands went to his jeans as he stepped out of his boots. He unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, starting to pull the denim down. “Your wish, my command.” 

“That is how I like it,” you took another drink. 

He stripped out of his jeans and down to his black boxer briefs. You resisted the urge to lick your lips at the sight of him, just a thin layer of fabric covering his thick, long cock. 

You shook yourself mentally. Yes, you’d had a crush on Joel for 10 years. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you six ways from Sunday. Yes, it looked like his cock would be far and away the largest you’d ever had. But he was your dad’s best friend and 14 years older than you. His daughter was closer to your age than he was. Nothing was going to happen. 

He jumped in the water, purposely landing close enough to you to splash you with it and you laughed, wiping the chlorinated water from your eyes. 

“Fuck that’s cold,” he said when he came up. “Feelin’ like you got me in here under false pretenses…” 

You swam for a bit, catching up on life, drinking your margaritas. Joel told you about Sarah, how she was doing at A&M and about one client he’d been stuck with who kept changing shit half way through the project. 

“Swear to God the next time this woman changes her tile, I’m driving off a fuckin’ bridge,” he said. 

You told him about your life in Chicago. The promotion you’d just gotten at work, the fact that you’d become enough of a regular at the bar down the street from your apartment that the bartenders knew you now. 

You’d been in the water long enough that your drinks were long empty and your fingertips were starting to prune, leaning against the edge of the pool with your arms propped on the ledge, close enough that your elbows touched. 

Joel’s eyes ran over you, from your hairline to your face to your throat to your chest. Your nipples were still peaked against your suit and your wet hair clung to your neck. 

“What?” You asked, smiling a little. 

“Any plans later?” He asked. “Can’t have you sittin’ at home all by your lonesome when you were supposed to be havin’ a good time this week.” 

“Offering to show me a good time?” You teased. 

“Don’t tell your dad that,” he teased back. “But I’m going out with some of Tommy’s friends later. Think you’d have fun if you wanted to come along. Just some drinking, music, dancing. Usual shit. Assuming you don’t have plans with any old friends from school or somethin’.” 

“Ah yes, my vibrant social life in high school,” you said, smirking a little. 

You’d been a wallflower before you went to college. You hadn’t fit in well with your classmates, you hadn’t really grown into your body yet - all awkward limbs and unruly hair. College had been your chance to reinvent yourself and you’d leaned into it. You still remembered the first time you came home on break from school your freshman year. 

You and your roommate, Carolyn, had become fast friends and she was easily the most fashionable person you’d ever met. She’d helped you come into your own in your first semester away and you’d basically replaced every item of clothing in your closet with finds from every thrift store within a 20 mile radius of Northwestern. You’d changed your hair, figured out that blue eyeshadow was NOT your thing and just started feeling more confident. 

That Christmas break, you had just grabbed a package off the porch for your mom and were carrying it around to the garage to stash where your dad wouldn’t find it when Joel stopped you. 

“Hey,” he said, sounding a bit defensive as he jogged over to you. “That yours?” 

You stopped, frowning, before turning to face him. His eyes went wide. 

“I mean, it’s my mom’s…” 

“Shit, I’m sorry Princess,” he said, looking you up and down. “Didn’t even recognize you! Must be liking Chicago…” 

You definitely liked your new sense of style even more after that. 

“I’d be down to go out,” you said. “Better than playing catch against my ceiling all night.”

“Pick you up in two hours?” He said. “We’ll hit the town.” 

Once Joel left with the ladder, you focused on calming yourself down while getting ready to go. 

Yes, it was Joel. Yes, he might have checked you out a bit in the pool. Yes, you’d do more than you were really comfortable admitting to get him into bed. But he was still Joel, your neighbor and your dad’s best friend. That made him pretty much off limits. 

Right? 

You’d brought a few of the dresses you’d bought for The Bahamas and you slipped into the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. Just in case. 

“Shit, Princess,” Joel said when you answered the door. “Think you might be a bit overdressed for this crowd.” 

“I can change,” you frowned. 

“No!” He said quickly. Then cleared his throat. “No, don’t… Don’t worry about it.”

Joel drove you to a bar with live music and a table full of people he seemed to know about half of. Tommy, his brother, clapped him on the back and whispered something in his ear that made Joel glare at him. 

He’d been right, though, it was fun. You stuck close to Joel at first, bodies near enough that your arm would brush his chest if you picked up your beer. But then one of Tommy’s friends asked you to dance and pulled you onto the dance floor. His name was Jim and you were pretty sure he was closer to Joel’s age than Tommy’s. His hands slid down your body, pulling your hips against his as you moved with him. Joel’s eyes were on you the whole time. 

You only danced with Jim for a song and a half before Joel appeared over his shoulder. 

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, giving Jim a look that made it seem like he didn’t have a lot of other options. Jim stepped back just as the music started to shift to something a bit slower. Joel took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around to your back, his fingers splayed wide against you, pulling you against him. 

“DIdn’t take you for the dancing type,” you smiled a little as you started to sway. 

“M’not,” he said. “Not usually, anyway.” 

“Really?” You teased. “So I’m a special case, hm?” 

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Can’t let my best friend’s little girl go runnin’ around with some old man.” 

“But what if I like old men?” You asked. 

“Should pick a better one than Jim then,” he replied. 

“Never said I liked Jim,” you said. “Not my type.” 

“What is your type?” He asked, his eyes drifting over your face to your neck to your breasts. 

You swallowed, hard. 

“Contractors.”

He ground his teeth for a moment before stepping back from you and leaving the bar. 

“Shit,” you muttered, trailing behind him to the parking lot. 

“Joel!” You called out to him. “Wait!” 

He stopped and turned to face you. 

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’ in there,” he said. “So just give me some space, OK?” 

“I know perfectly well what I was saying,” you said. 

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t. You shouldn’t go around sayin’ shit like that…” 

“Oh, so you wanted me to lie then?” You asked.

“Princess,” there was a warning in his voice. “You don’t want to go here.” 

“Yes, I do,” you said. “It’s not like I’m some little kid, Joel, I’m 26 years old…” 

“That’s too damn young,” he snapped. 

“It’s not like I don’t know what I want,” you replied. 

“You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he said. 

“So?” 

“Get in the truck,” he growled. You frowned. “Want to talk about this like adults? Get in the damn truck.” 

You hesitated for a moment before you obeyed. 

“You don’t know what you��re sayin’,” he said again after he’d been driving for a few minutes. 

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” You asked, offended now. “That I just say shit I don’t mean with no understanding of the consequences?” 

“No, I think you’re young,” he snapped. “Too young to be even joking about getting involved with someone closer to your dad’s age than yours.” 

“Wasn’t joking,” you said defiantly. He glanced over at you before looking back to the road. 

“Princess,” he said, the warning tone back in his voice. 

“Joel.” 

He glared at you. 

“We’re not doin’ anything,” he said. His grip tightened on the steering wheel. 

You stared out the window, the ache between your thighs warring with the hurt in your chest. 

He dropped you at your door and you practically jumped out of the truck, not saying a word. He sighed and followed you, catching you as you were trying to unlock the door without crying.  It was hard not feeling stung by it. Yes, he was your dad’s best friend. Yes, he probably had better options. Yes, there were plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t fuck or anything more. But this rejection hurt somehow more than your ex dumping you for fucking Laurel in accounting. 

“Princess,” he said quietly. 

“Look it’s fine if you’re not interested,” you said, sniffing a little. “But don’t act like you’re doing it for my benefit. It’s shitty.” 

“Not…” he touched your shoulder, making you turn around. “You really think I’m not fuckin’ interested?” 

You shrugged. 

“How the fuck would I not be interested?” He asked. “Jesus Christ, spent half the goddamn afternoon thinkin’ about baseball stats so I wouldn’t get a hard on in your fuckin’ pool. All I am is interested.” 

“Interested in what?” 

“Interested in fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he said. “Interested in makin’ you cum so much the only thing you remember is my goddamn name. Interested in eating your pussy til I drown in ya. Interested in your dad punching me in the fuckin’ face over you because I’m too old for you but I don’t give a shit, bein’ with you is worth it. I’m interested.” 

He stepped closer to you, your back against the door. 

“You should come inside then,” you breathed. 

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel him through his jeans, thicker and longer than what you saw in the pool before. You fumbled with the door until it opened, both of you spilling into your parents’ entryway. 

You didn’t make it past the living room. 

Joel slid the straps of your dress down your arms and you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. You backed up until you were against the arm of the couch, his hands ranging over your skin. He pushed the dress lower until it was over your hips and it fell to the floor. You were just in your panties and your shoes when he nudged you down onto the arm of the couch. 

He kissed down your body, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. He guided your hips off the arm of the couch for a moment and slid your underwear down and cast them aside before kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs. 

“Fucking hell you’ve got a pretty pussy,” he reached out and ran his thumb over your slit, pressing down a little when he reached your clit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Can’t wait to taste you, Princess.” 

He ran his tongue over you, delicately pressing the tip into your folds. One of his hands slid up your body to your chest, gently pushing you back until you were lying on the couch as his mouth worked your slit. 

“Fuckin’ perfect view,” he said before thrusting his tongue into you. You groaned, rocking your hips against his face, his nose pressing into your clit as you did. You could see his eyes devouring the rest of you the way his mouth was devouring your pussy, like there was no part of him that could get enough of you. 

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open wider so his tongue could get deeper, your core tightening around him. Just as you were getting close, he slid his tongue from you, making you whimper as he kissed up your slit to your clit. He took the delicate nub into his mouth, licking and sucking as he thrust two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you gasp and your hips stutter. 

“Good girl,” he pulled his mouth away from you just enough to praise you. His fingers pressed deep, hooking into you and finding the spot inside you that made you gasp. “Want you to cum for me baby, don’t be shy now.” 

He went back to sucking, his tongue unrelenting, his eyes drinking you in. Your hand flew to the cushions of the couch and you gasped as you came, moaning his name. 

His mouth stayed on you until your body stopped pulsing, his fingers gently working you through your orgasm. He almost reluctantly pulled himself from you and licked his lips as he stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, stripping off the last of his clothes as you came down from your orgasm. He reached out and took your hand, pulling you back upright on the arm of the couch. 

Joel kissed you again and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He guided your legs around his waist and slid his hands below your thighs, picking you up and making you gasp. 

He didn’t take you far, only to the couch. He sat down, making you kneel on his lap as he reached between your legs and started stroking himself, close enough to you that his knuckles brushed your overwrought slit as he did. You looked down between you, the first chance you really had to see his cock. 

Your eyes went a little wide at the sight of it. He was so thick and long with a slight curve, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. 

“Take it at your own pace, Baby,” he said, all but reading your mind. “M’not in a rush.” 

He adjusted his cock a bit, making it so the edge of him rubbed your clit as he worked himself. The contact made you needy, a sharp ache growing in you, a feeling deep inside that you knew you couldn’t reach but he could. 

You rose up on your knees, your hands on his shoulders, and he rubbed his thick head against your slit, your wetness spilling over him as he worked it lower down his shaft, coating himself in you. 

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, lining his head up with your entrance. 

“All for you,” you breathed, lowering yourself onto him. 

You moaned at the intrusion as you pressed him into you, a spark of pain with the pleasure as he stretched you. 

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, his hands going to your hips, guiding you down over him as you sank lower onto him. “Fuck, so tight, so goddamn…” 

You couldn’t help but smile a little, watching him start to lose himself in your body, his head falling back, eyes closing, fingertips sinking into your flesh. Your body opened for him, his cock parting your inner walls and stretching you. You groaned when you finally took all of him, his head pressed flush against your back wall as his hips ground against your own. 

“Good girl,” he gasped it out, his hands traveling up from your hips to your waist. “Knew you could take it all…” 

You started working over him, rising and falling on his cock, working your hips down against your own. His hands slipped up your back as he looked up at you, kissing your neck, your chest, trailing his tongue along the swell of your breasts. 

Joel pressed you close to him before he thrust deep into you and shifted, laying you down below him on the couch and sinking somehow deeper into you, making you moan. 

He started fucking into you harder and faster then, angling your hips so your clit was pressed against him with every stroke. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. “Harder… need more…” 

He groaned. 

“Fucking perfect,” he buried his face in your neck as he started working you harder, faster. “You’re goddamn perfect…” 

It wasn’t long before you were cumming around him, your pussy gripping him so tight it almost hurt to hold him that way. He fucked you through your orgasm, his breathing faster, his kiss sloppy. 

The second your walls stopped fluttering around him, he pulled out of you. He sat back and fisted his cock. 

“Where?” He said quickly. 

“My clit,” you panted. 

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, jerking his cock just twice before pressing the tip against your swollen nub and spilling his warmth over you, making your ultra sensitive pussy shudder again. He collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as you both caught your breath. 

“Please say you’ll visit more,” he said, not moving from on top of you. 

“Think I’ll be visiting a lot more.” 

A/N: So this was my first request and my first one shot! I am NOT good at keeping things brief lol so I appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you for reading! Love ya!

[izzyspussy]

Rating Ted Lasso Characters Based On If They'd Respect My Pronouns (Correctly)

Roy "We Stayed At GAY Til 3AM And Then We Had Crepes With Some Drag Queens" Kent: 11/10 no fucking shit. He would defend me from misgendering also, even if we weren't friends. He's the very embodiment of that guy who fought the trans guy and then fought the authority figure who scolded him for hitting a girl.

Nate "Genius (Code for Autistic)" Shelley: 11/10 are you kidding. If only quarantine had happened in his universe he'd have pronouns too. Also his girlfriend obviously already does.

Jamie "Prettyboy" Tartt: 11/10 duh. No, he doesn't know off the top of his head what part of speech a pronoun is, but only because nothing in the universe could matter less. And much like Roy, if he saw someone else being contrarian for the purposes of being a prick for absolutely no earthly reason, he would be eager to do something about it.

Keeley "Just The Tip" Jones: 11/10 did you see her. Never have I personally received more solidarity than from (butches and) full tilt Barbie Girl femmes like Keeley. She may be cis and she wears "women's" clothes, but she's still doing drag every day. She gets it.

Colin "Right by This Pink Triangle?" Hughes: 11/10 obviously. He would be so good at not making a big deal out of doing it correctly himself or correcting others, because he knows what it's like to just want to live your authentic life without being a spectacle.

Coach "You Should See Him In Drag" Beard: 11/10 which you should've guessed. Look at him. Look at him with your heart. You know he has pronouns you've never even heard of that he takes out for special occasions.

Ted "We Don't Not Care" Lasso: 11/10 why is this even a question. Practically the entirety of Ted's goals in life are to be respectful and kind and help others do the same. Sometimes that's hard and he fucks it up, but this is easy. C'mon.

Sam "Social Justice Warrior" Obisanya: 11/10 like. Obviously. I have nothing else to say, like. Obviously. Obviously.

Bumber-"Impending Class War"-catch: 11/10. If anything, given the opportunity, he would encourage me to have more pronouns.

Dani "Joy" Rojas: 11/10. These are getting very simple now, and require less and less explanation. He promotes joy. What else do you want.

Rebecca "Ask Your Daughter What It Means" Welton: 11/10. She's a cutthroat and a genuine feminist. She doesn't care if a bunch of freaks are scared of strangers' genitals, and she's certainly not going to let something so petty get in her own way.

Jan "I've Run Out of Fun Epithets For Everyone And He Wouldn't Mind This Unfun One That's Blunt About That Fact" Maas: 11/10 of course. There's no logical, moral, or social reason not to, and there is a wealth of evidence supporting gender affirming behavior.

Isaac McAdoo: 11/10. And he would (unnecessarily) instruct all the other lads to do it too. He might struggle with it at first if we had known each other previous to my transition, but not out of malice or negligence, and once he got on track he'd stay there for life.

Leslie Higgins: 11/10. He's a jazz musician with ten thousand gen Z children. He knows at least as many trans people already as any natural member of the queer community.

The Rest of The Lads: 11/10. We all know this to be true. Next.

Georgie Tartt: 11/10. Have you seen her son. She's prepared for this.

Sharon Fieldstone: 11/10. Have you seen her do her job. She's good at it.

Dottie Lasso: 9/10. Her heart's in the right place and that matters! She is inescapably Midwestern in both the good ways and the bad ways, though.

Jake: 8/10. Have you seen him do his job. He's bad at it.

Rupert Mannion: 6/10. He's a trans inclusive misogynist lmao. He also will treat correct pronoun usage as a privilege if he gets butthurt enough.

James Tartt: 3/10. He'd respect a trans man who performed masculinity to his standards, but he is definitely afraid of girlymen and women who are better than him (most women).

[lostiolite]

ORDER UP!! (PART 2)

2.6k wordcount

Not beta read (as always), cross posted on ao3

You can tell i was listening to honeypie when i started writing this. WARNING: OUT OF CHARACTER KAI CHISAKI!1!!11!7227/!/?2&/?/)/62!

Hope you enjoy 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

PART 1

“Ooh, girl, don't you stop

Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”

The song is blaring through the restaurant speakers. Three days have passed since the alleyway incident with Chisaki. They haven’t come back yet, though it's only been two days. You wonder if Chisaki is gonna hunt you down and fucking end you. How cute, death. Your mood sours. You let out a sigh as you continue your duties. You went back to work like it was nothing after that day, to your knowledge Hyugo didn't do anything regarding the Yazkuza regulars. Though you don't blame him if he didn't, if anything he… helped you? Topic for debate considering the method wasn't all that jolly. You wonder what his pops did. Does he know that Chisaki used his quirk, or did he think Chisaki just beat the shit out of him? You hope it's the ladder, you don't think he would be happy hearing that, and Chisaki won't be happy as a result of his Pops being mad at him, andddddd he might just blame you. You sigh for the nth time, oh well you're alive- for now. You notice a familiar figure walk in.

“Bring your own fork, girl, you know I don't provide it (ha)

Ooh, girl, don't you stop

Don't you stop 'til you get enough honey”

Please be here old man. you beg internally and look away, suddenly the floor looks so interesting. You just know it's Chisaki, but you don't know what his reactions gonna be. You finish serving your current patrons drinks and hope you can get to the lounge once your shift ends. You don't want him to see you. You know it's futile but you can't help but, beg, hope - and wish for a way out unnoticed. You're surprised when he isn't placed at a table but led somewhere else. THANK GOD. You head to the lounge, informing the co-worker on the next shift on the way there. You can't help but feel relieved, so happy, like you made it free from death. Unfortunately, all that happiness goes out the window when you see Chisaki and the host- Hinata in the lounge talking. He notices you. Oh? o-

“Oh! _____!” He exclaims, Chisaki's gaze follows his, and you end up making eye contact. His face is unreadable and you feel that if you are left alone with him his first move will be to end your life. “This is Chisaki, I think you’ve seen him right?” it's more of a statement than a question. “Your shift ended right? Chisaki’s gonna help around the restaurant for a while, Hyugo said you knew him. Take him errand shopping!”

“Didn't we already restock cleaning-” you try to object

“Nononono! Here's a list! I was actually gonna get them after my hosting shift ended but since your shift ended and ya know he's gotta help, why don't you two do it!?” He's enthusiastic and, you can't object.

“Okay”, you sigh turning to Chisaki who's sitting down, as you take off your mask. Hinata leaves the room excitedly. “Hey, uhm. I'm gonna clock out then we can go”. He nods.

It's dead silent. You knew Chisaki wasn't the talkative type but jeez, live a little. Your thoughts trace back to what Hinata said. You slow down and Chisaki notices, giving you a curious look.

“Uhm, why are you here?”

“Pops wanted me to help out here.”

“Why?”

“He said you were good people to be around.”

“Aww… that's… actually really nice”. He doesn't respond. “Your Pops is a really nice man”

“Yes, he really is.”

“So uhm… I saw him and Hyugo getting along- I think at least”, you about the alleyway incident and how his pops was accompanying Hyugo.

“Because they are doing an exchange.” You look at him, visible confusion on your face.

“What?”

“The Shie Hassaikai is going to host an event, pops wants you guys to cater for it.”

“Oh!”. You're taken aback. Usually, Hyugo informs you of these things. You look down the street for a bit, you're about to reach a crosswalk. “So uhm… what’s your opinion of events and parties?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Don't like them”. Wow, you're so surprised. “You?”

“Uh, not my thing”. No, you were actually surprised, you never took him as the one to be willing to talk to someone other than Kurono or his pops. You stand at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. You look at Chisaki. You remember back then how he reacted to Chiyo and Haruo. Honestly, you're surprised that he's even conversing with you. It's probably because of his pops you can tell that he wouldn't be willing to talk to people without an external factor pushing him to do so. You realize that he has been staring back at you with a blank face, he isn't necessarily analyzing you like he used to. you avert your gaze, staring back at the crosswalk signal.

You're buying specific party-related items, fancy cupcake wrappers things of that sort. You wonder if they have a specific theme for the event. You are Chisaki are looking for the food picks. Once you get those you will be done with the errands. You can’t help but ask a few questions about the party.

“What's the party for?”

“Social networking.”

“Ohh…” He looks at you for a second before reaching for the fancy-looking food picks. He places them in the basket and you two walk out the aisle. You see an array of items, and you're curious about Chisaki, not as a yakuza member, but as a person.

“What candy do you like?”

“Sour… candy…” He seems embarrassed, “You?”. You laugh as you tell him your candy of liking. You wonder why he's willing to inquire about you. The two of you are walking to the cash register. your double checking the items as you hear laughter to your side. It's a couple, holding hands and chatting vivaciously. You don't look for long, it's not really important. You finish double-checking the items in your basket. You look up to Chisaki, whose gaze is fixated on the couple. You don't pay it any mind. You pay for the items and grab the receipt.

“Chisaki.”

He looks at you almost startled. You cock your head to the side. Why was he staring at them? You two stay silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna ask Hyugo about you and how you're gonna help around the restaurant”

“Alright,” he hods.

You text Hyugo a bunch of questions, all of which he answers. You put your phone back into your pocket with a deep breath. Chisaki gives you a curious look. You wonder how he looks without his mask. You still haven't seen him without it.

“Hyugo said you're free to go, come back tomorrow and he said that he will have an actual list of things for you to do.” he nods.

The two of you begin to walk. It's getting dark, and the streets are empty, with noticeably fewer passerbyers. You don't really pay any attention to Chisaki. Your main focus is on getting back home. That brings you to question where he lives.

“Where do you live?”

“Over in…” the area he tells you is opposite to the restaurant, aka the direction you're going in.

“You know, you can walk home.” You stop walking, after all, he was free of all duties. You don't really wanna bother him. However, he doesn't spare you an answer, he just continues walking. You're taken aback but follow suit nonetheless. Chisaki is walking you home, huh?

You wave him by as you enter the restaurant. He waves at you in response. His face was blank- as always. Yet, it makes you feel happy. Does that mean the two of you are friends now? You befriended the Kai Chisaki.

Chisaki comes in the next day as expected. Hyugo entrusted plant care to the two of you. The greenery adds to the restaurant's vibe and elegance. It wasn't anything special, just pruning and watering the ones according to schedule. Normally Chiyo is in charge of the plants but she's been increasingly busy, especially with school. She has been studying hard for her dream (culinary) school.

The two of you start with the indoor flowers. Fortunately, only a few of them were scheduled to be watered today. You give him instructions on how to prune them. He listens closely, and he’s also a fast learner. While he's proficiently pruning the flowers and ensuring both their livelihood and beauty, You go get a water bottle and fill it up. Chisaki watches as you water them, he double-checks them for any spots he didn't prune. The two of you don't exchange many words during this, but it's fun. And, in no time, you've finished the indoor plants. Way to go! You grin to yourself, you aren't wearing a mask because you aren't serving food and drinks. So you kind of forget that Chisaki is looking at you. You feel a bit awkward but you push through. You take Chisaki towards the back balcony, with all the outdoor plants. There are spices, but there are also pretty roses, roses aren't your favorite, but they are pretty. The two of you get to work on the spices, thankfully there's a sink out there so you don't need to head back inside. It seems that it took longer than you thought because you notice the sun begin to set. You finish the last spice- mint, and begin to work on the roses that are so beautifully placed along most of the balcony railings. It's a magnificent sight really, especially with the sun setting. You take a step back and admire your hard work. The roses are thriving. Chiyo really does do a good job at taking care of the restaurant. You lean against the railing, pulling out the list for Chisaki- he’s free to go. You're about to inform him before he too leans against the railing. He's hunched over like he's trying to match your size. He's looking at the sunset. You don't wanna bother him, so you decide to let him be.

Instead, you stare at him, you have a full view of his ear piercings. You wanna ask him about it. His hair is really fluffy. You wanna feel it, he must take his hygiene seriously considering his germaphobia, you wonder what his skincare routine is like. You cock your head to the side, taking his appearance in. He’s pretty, he looks ethereal, you can't believe he’s some anti-social, probably sociopath- or psychopath germaphobe. And- you haven't even seen him under the mask. Hes so beautiful you're practically jealous. You wish you were blessed with his genetics.

You can faintly hear the music of the restaurant, and smell the freshness radiating from the collection of plants around you two. You didn't realize it before but you do now, he's starting at you. You don't know when his focus changed from the sunset to you. You offer him an awkward smile, and he smiles in return. you can't really tell ‘cause of the mask, but the scrunch and look of his eyes tell you everything you need to know.

The door opens and you hear footsteps. You redirect your graze.

“Okayyyyyyy?” Arlan gives a curious look, a goofy one at the same time.

“Oh, Yeah no!” you turn back to Chisaki. “You can go now” You feel kind of awkward now. “I'm sure your pops wouldn't want you to be away for so long”. You smile once more and he nods, walking to the door. You wave farewell to him, wishing him a safe walk home.

“Are you into him?” Arlan asks as he pulls out one of his earbuds. he leans on the balcony you once occupied. You don't answer, you're trying to gather your words. “Cmonnnnnn, he def likes you!” He chuckles. You shake your head laughing, he flashes a bright smile, one so stupidly loveable, it screams Arlan. You feel that Chiyo’s hopeless romantic mindset is getting to him. You can hear the music from his earbuds.

“'Til you're mine, girl

And I won't stop it until you're my girl”

even though it's only been a week, You’re getting used to having Chisaki around. He’s accepted your presence a while ago, but now he's fine with you yapping! Such a great friend!

You and Chisaki helped around the restaurant. Though due to his malice towards almost everyone he didn’t work with customers. He worked in stocking, analytics, and plant care.

Its thursday. Chisaki is working with Hyugo on the party planning. The social gathering held by the Shie Hassaikai will be held tomorrow, it piques your curiosity. Seriously, who was going to be there? Are they rich? Is it like- top secret? Where the most dangerous yakuza come together and talk business or is it just like a BBQ? Various images of what the party possibly could be pop up in your head. Only Hyugos gonna go, because even though you guys have a neutral stance in the whole villain-hero thing. He doesn’t want you guys to get involved with potentially dangerous yakuza, which- you call bullshit, but also he (likely) doesn't know how Chisaki casually killed a dude in an alleyway.

A nice warm song is playing from the loudspeakers, you get dinner from one of the chefs- perks of living and working in a restaurant. You make your way to a free booth in the back, One usually reserved for workers to eat during/after their shifts. You’re humming along to the song. Any angle, Noa,

You internally thank Arlan for having such good music taste. The staff all put songs in a playlist but since Arlans usually the one controlling the speakers it's his songs that get priority. You nom down on your dinner, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. You haven’t had time to have dinner in the restaurant because of being busy with Chisaki. So you wish to savor the moment. You aren’t paying attention to Chisaki until he slides into the booth in front of you. You look up at him taking your attention away from your food. You start chewing faster so you can speak. After swallowing you ask him, “What are you doing? Shouldn't you be going home?”, He grimaces.

“I'm dreading the party.”

“Sucks, can't you just stay in your room? It’s what I do when there's guests I don't wanna interact with.”

“I'm going to be the face of the Hassaikai. I have to show up.” He looks at the window, staring out into the night. “Besides, I wanted to ask you… what are you doing tomorrow?”

“After school, I’ve got a shift.” he looks at you, his brows furrowing.

“Come to the party tomorrow, then I won't be as bored”. You give him a questioning look.

“I don't think I can just call off like that-” you think of Arlan. Do you really wanna ask him? You don't wanna bother him.

“I already asked Hyugo, it's up to you. You would still be working, just at the party”

“Oh!-” You aren't fond of big social gatherings where you don't know most of the people, but- “Sure, yeah, seems interesting. I've never been to these kinds of parties”. He smiles- at least that's what the scrunch of his eyes tells you.

“Okay, I’ll take my leave now, have a good night”. He leaves and you wave him goodbye.

[carmarriage]

make you my home ☆ a solmates fanmix

if i could fly into the heavens, i'd rearrange the stars and see if maybe with a shift in planets, the fates could bring you next to me

i've just been thinking about them nonstop for the past couple months. they're so easy to mix for too. the parallels, your honor!!!!

fifteen tracks; listen in listed order and enjoy!

listen on 8tracks or spotify ☆ tracklist under the cut

i. this must be the place (talking heads cover) — miles fisher home is where i want to be, but i guess i'm already there / i come home, she lifted up her wings / guess that this must be the place!

ii. 7 stars — the apples in stereo seven stars in the sky, in the sky / you're feeling sociable / silver stars in your eyes, in your eye / you feel emotional / and you don't even know my name, and i know every constellation

iii. take me to you (feat. jake joyce) — mom's home asked me if i'm from around here, i said "no, far far away" / that was a long time ago, i wish i could stay in that day

iv. man on the moon — zella day i had a dream that the sun in the sky / was feeling so lonely, it started to cry / the rain on our window kept us inside / all of the morning and into the night

v. turn on the sunshine — suckers when these feelings arise, i'm turning on the sunshine / i could never describe, your lovin' is a goldmine / i'd like a little more time to spend inside your goldmine

vi. unseen girl — emily brown my love is holding out for an unseen girl / she's written in the stars, she's the end of the world / he waits for her to hold him in her golden arm / she knows the magic word that keeps him safe from harm

vii. ancient mars — the zolas several billion golden years ago, i lost a planet that i loved to the cold / civilization bloomed, and then it erodes, and that's it / oh, my ancient mars

viii. i was an island — john-allison weiss i was a fighter, and i was so brave / but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore you'd stay, stay, stay / oh.

ix. like the dawn — the oh hellos you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen / and your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest king / and like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me / you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you

x. mountain on fire — zoey van goey i see his silhouette sitting on the rock at night, where stars should be instead / please come down, my fire-breathing monster / i will wait, wading in cold water

xi. venus — sleeping at last i was a billion little pieces 'til you pulled me into focus / astronomy in reverse; it was me who was discovered / and suddenly, i see you

xii. and the sun will shine only for us — lizard kisses after it's said and done, things will end just as they've begun / and you'll be my only one, you're as gold as the setting sun

xiii. i will — mitski i will take good care of you, i will take good care of you / everything you feel is good, if you would only let you / i will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care / i will see your body bare, and still i will live here

xiv. never look away — vienna teng let me uncover the silver in your dark hair, the weight of your bones / i want to witness the beauty of your repair, the shape you've grown / for you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky, oh / you're made of memories you bury or live by, oh, oh

xv. the sun and the moon — annalise emerick i used to be so scared, and i'd sing about terrible things / but you, you make it so easy; your love gave me my wings / 'cause you are the sun and i am the moon / you shine so bright and i like the night / baby, we fit together just right / you are the sun and i'll be your moon

[nobleriver]

What's your favorite things about Richonne and why?

Time will time, but Richonne may be my 2nd favorite ship of all time.

Favorite things. *takes deep breath* Okay, here's a few.

Rick and Michonne's chemistry is insane. I caught it when the first time I saw it. It is a really one of the reasons why I got into The Walking Dead in the beginning.

Rick's deep and abiding respect for her. His deference to her leadership and wisdom. He leads the group, but she leads him. Watching her stand her ground and defy him publicly, assert her own authority, and declare the group is going to Alexandria in the face of Rick's dissent...seeing Rick's resolve crumble as he gazes into her eyes. The hold, the influence she has on him. I know a king has met his queen when he bows to her.

The soulmatism of it. Rick's wife dies giving birth, and his mind breaks. He starts hallucinating her, and he tells the hallucination that the world is broken and try as he might, he can't put it back together. The next day, while holding his newborn daughter for the first time, he walks outside and sees a stranger at the gate: Michonne, and she's carrying a basket of baby formula. What are the odds? He lost his wife and now has a son and a newborn. She lost her son and her boyfriend. They collide like two halves of a whole. They are the missing puzzle pieces in each other's lives. She bonded with his son, helped him through the grief of losing his mom, brought him comics. She restored a semblance of his lost childhood in the middle of the apocalypse. She restored the Grimes family as a whole. With her, they became one unit, even stronger than before. And I really love how TOWL just emphasized this theme. Rick tells Michonne: "It's a broken world, Michonne, and you're the only thing that puts it back together. 'Til my last breath I'm yours." Now, it's all come full circle. The whole time, they were the glue meant to hold each other together, especially Rick. Michonne knits together his very sanity.

"You never have to thank me ever." Rick ate and left no crumbs. The level of devotion and gratitude in those seven words is rare between people. His reply was an expression of unconditional love. Michonne tells Rick thank you because he just saved her life. And Rick looks her and up and down (that man is ALWAYS appreciating his wife's figure in every situation) and replies that. "You never have to thank me ever" means your very presence is enough for me. Your very existence is gift enough; you are the gift that keeps on giving. You are the reason I'm still breathing. You give me hope for the future. You give me strength to press on. You are my sustenance, my reason to keep living. I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for me, what you have done for our children. I will forever be indebted to you so please don’t ever think you owe me anything. You never have to thank me for anything because I owe you so much, I will spend the rest of my life serving you, to thank you.

They are unapologetically, unconditionally in love with one another. "You're the love of my life. I couldn't just let you go. It felt like my heart ripped itself out of my chest and walked out the door." They spent nine years apart against their will, neither knowing whether the other was still alive, but they never moved on. He would visit her in his dreams to stay sane in her absence. Even in death, they only longed for each other.

[overtaken-stream]

Bros Ov3r Ho3s

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader

I'm ITCHING to write for Slam Dunk, also idc about his taste, he looks like someone who would enjoy spicy food. Shoutout to that tweet I saw on yt shorts with this convo it inspired me to write for a character I don't even enjoyed until I started writing this. (I only read manga so don't come at me if this is ooc I tried my best.) THE LACK OF SLAM DUNK CONTENT IS INSANE!!!!

Warnings: family, fluff, idiots in love, light pregnancy scene, a child is there.

Throughout the years spent with the basketball player, there was never a need to conceal secrets. Any actions or words that soured the relationship were swiftly addressed by both parties, although after spending this much time together, the mean remarks were non-existent, mutual understanding left little room for surprises or hurtful comments (Because you know the blunt words were not said deliberately, however, you found a curious amusement in his apologetic/awkward expression of realization, the ongoing teasing about how he broke your heart will never get boring).

Years of built friendship with Kicchou came to a standstill as you watched your friends advance into the new chapter of life with their partners from the sideline. But You were content with staying over at your friend's house, sleeping in the same bed while wearing his shirt, having breakfast with his parents, and having dinners at yours, the glances that the elders would give you two never really entered Kicchous's eyesight, he always seems lost in his mind at the end of the day.

Moving in together and attending his (now professional) matches became a natural progression in both of your lives, so did paying little attention to the way his arm rested across your tummy or his face nestled next to your ear, breathing deeply as you slept sideways, or how sometimes you would hug him on the couch with both legs wrapped around the torso, trembling from the pleasure you brought to yourselves.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) Your chest pressed against his back as he gets the dinner going with a cute Hello Kitty apron tied at the front. Breathing in his scent like it's going to quell your thirst, maybe it does.

(It's how it is supposed to be.) With your legs freezing in the middle of the night as he steals away the long blankets specifically bought to fit you both.

(it's how it is supposed to be.) His head lying gently on your enlarged belly, his hands and arms resting on either side of your hips as he sprawls out on the couch. The muted dialogue of the movie on TV slowly pushes him towards slumber, only for a gentle kick to wake him. Kicchou cranes his neck til his eyes catch your face smiling down at him and his heart skips a beat.

However, the one topic in conversation you had with your relative never really left your mind, unlike the rest of the day, it stuck after you got home, at the time it didn't mean much, it hasn't been dissected and thought out to the point that you don't recall your reply.

(``How have you and your husband been?``

``Husband?`` Since when did you have a husband? Your confused stare was met with the still curious expression of the woman.

``Yes, that nice man with the textured hair! And what's with that stare you're giving me? Still not used to being a family? Fu-fuh!`` Their entertained eyes light up with the tease. )

Now that you think about it, sure you've been living with him for nearly eight years and sometimes go overboard with your affections and sleep in the same bed as him, as well as have a baby together but he never formally asked you out. Going out and spending time together as friends rather than partners is different from dates.

These thoughts linger for a few days as your quiet demeanor attracts minor attention from Kicchou, curious side eyes during the day and the firm hold around your waist during the night meet you because of it, his concern holds out until you're finally ready to bring up the topic. You thank his understanding self.

It was morning, about nine AM, you held hot chocolate milk while standing on the right side of the baby's high chair, not paying attention to the mess the babe made on the small table. Oftentimes you can't stomach breakfast unlike Kicchou, who now sat and enjoyed the leftovers from dinner, spicy roasted chicken legs left their evidence on his face and fingers. It made you smile and gave you confidence in the question you were going to ask.

``Say... Kicchou?``

A light hum gives you a hint that he is paying attention to your question despite not meeting your gaze.

``We...`` your ears brighten up in fright as you await his response when suddenly his index fingers covered in spicy sauce point in your direction and his chewing stops.

``... Are we... Dating?`` Your eyes glance in his direction when he freezes in the middle of a bite, shoulders hunched with nimble fingers in the air and the chicken on the plate. His eyes, full of indescribable confusion suddenly widen as his eyebrows raise, along with his posture. His pause gives way to concern... What if... You are not his best friend...? Are you... With him? The silence is deafening as you think about the moments when both of you crossed the line that friends should not have crossed, the moments that you hold close to your heart, that's swiftly beating against your ribcage. It's the only noise you hear besides the chaos of the child next to you in this stillness. You try to not let the anxiety show.

You fail.

``We just bros.``

He hit his chest with the fist multiple, being mindful of the spice before peace signing you.

``Hm, C'mere.`` Despite the demand Kicchou sent your way, he got up with heavy steps, only coming closer to your now-shy self who hadn't moved since the crucial question was dropped.

``...Bros?`` You look at the grown man before you and then at the babe next to you who similarly looks your way with big eyes and messy mouth, paying attention to your conversation and shoving whatever food was left on their table in their tiny jaws without understanding a word, yet their eyes understand the implication, it is kind of embarrassing having someone else experience this conversation, even if they are a cute little screaming and crying creature you gave birth to.

Your heart is beating in confusion this time.

It wasn't until he was all up in your face that his mouth finally laid over yours, the spices burned as hot as his affectionate action, clinging onto your swelled mouth as you took in his soft and plump lips. A moment of love was short, yet it's impact far greater.

As his lips drifted away from yours, all the doubts that survived finally followed after him only to not withstand the spice.

It was a silly answer to a silly question you always knew the answer to, he knows it too, can feel it throughout the day and practice, it's something that lives in the heavy basketball his hands carry, something that your core can provide when the object can't and it put you to rest, he loves you as he loves basketball, so you love him in a way basketball can't. It's an addiction that does not cause harm, only fondness, and he will never need a cure for it.

It's a satisfying step in your relationship. It's how it's supposed to be.

``Can you leave some chicken for me?``

``... No.``

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty one: Coming Back (21/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n recovers her memory. The search for the staff of avalon begins

Word count: 1661

Warnings: No

(Season 3 Episodes 6, 7)

Song?: Mother Stands For Comfort by Kate Bush

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Y/n holded the doorknob to the backdoor of her house until she felt her hot hand would melt the metal under it. After spending a couple days away in a remote part of the woods her memory came back.

Amongst the trees and the darkness, the old spell lifted, allowing all the old memories wash over her like water breaking through a dam. She could finally recall who she really was and why she was there in Arcadia, in the Lake’s home or at least why she thought her father would want her there: to help the first human trollhunter to fulfill his destiny.

All the pieces of her life came back and laid to rest in their designated place, all except one: the night she strayed from her old life to found herself in Arcadia as a child in Barbara’s arms. That rainy night is still foggy in her mind.

Finally, Y/n opened the door to an empty kitchen but to a full living room. Claire’s parents and Toby’s grandmother were sitting on the couch talking with Barbara.

She sighed, relieved, she hadn't figured out what she was going to tell her family about what she uncovered in the last couple of months and more people around could buy her a little more time.

“Hi,” she smiled, quickly walking to the stairs “I don’t want to get too close, I've been camping” Y/n chuckled.

Barbara walked up to her daughter before she could run upstairs.

“You don’t have to lie anymore. I remembered everything. I even put Claire’s and Toby’s parents up to speed” Barbara laughed.

“I’m not lying! You can smell my hair” Y/n smiled.

Barbara looked at her daughter. She could sense something about her was different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Barbara always could read her daughter like the palm of her hand

“Something’s off” she frowned and grabbed her hand.

Y/n looked at her mother’s eyes, the only mother she ever had and gave her a genuine smile “I promise I’ll explain. Just not right now” she looked back at their guests.

Barbara nodded and squeezed her daughter’s hand

“You know that I’m always here, right, sweetie?”

Y/n nodded and let go of her mother’s hand to run upstairs to take a shower.

“I wasn’t finished. That’s deranged!” Blinky’s screams echoed through the hallway.

Y/n slowly opened Jim’s door and poked her head through it. The whole gang was there except for Aaarrrgghh with the new addition, Dictatious.

“You’re saying Jim should destroy his amulet ‘cause you think you saw some old man put a map inside of it?” Toby sounded like he was going to lose his mind.

“It was Merlin” insistes Claire “The key to finding his tomb, to finding his staff, is inside his amulet”

‘Yeah, that’s him’ though Y/n.

“The girl-child may be on to something. The amulet and the staff are connected” said Dictatious.

“Both fueled by the magic of Merlin” said Blinky.

“But if Jim breaks his amulet, he can’t armor up! And if he can’t armor up ‘Goodbye, Eclipse Blade!’ How’s he supposed to kill Gunmar?” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“If we don’t get the staff first, none of that will matter anyway” said Claire

“Maybe I don’t have to destroy the amulet. You said Gunmar has Aaarrrgghh captive?” Jim looked at Dictatious.

Y/n frowned.

“And Aaarrrgghh could be used as an emotional anchor” said Blinky.

“We’d portal jump right to him” said Claire.

“The plan is set. We save Aaarrrgghh and stop Gunmar by any means necessary before he acquires the staff”

“What’s going on?” Y/n entered the room.

“Y/n?” The kids screamed in unison.

“Who is that…?” Asked Dictatious

“Shh” Blinky hit his brother on the head “Y/n, where have you been?”

“Where’ve you been?” Jim hugged his sister tight.

“Yeah, I’ve been texting, I needed…ughh” Toby hugged her and took a step back “You smell awful”

“I miss you too but…Toby is right” Claire grabbed her free hand.

“I was in the woods. Doing some…spiritual work. It's a long story and from what I heard we don’t have time” Y/n scratched Jim's hair that was still hugging her.

“We really do not have any time” said Blinky.

“Do we have time to explain the new accent?” Toby lifted a brow.

“What?”

“You’re madonna-ing”

“I’m not. Shut up” Y/n frowned. Her memories had brought her accent back?

—

After taking a quick shower, Y/n came downstairs as the trollhunter team were saying their goodbyes.

“I’m coming with” Y/n announced “I’m not letting Blinky unsupervised”

Jim and Toby laughed.

Y/n hugged Barbara tight. Y/n whispered in her mother’s ear

“You’re the best mother I could ever have”

She quickly stood behind Claire before the tears started rolling.

“Part of the spiritual trip?” Jim smiled.

“Something like that” Y/n smiled back.

The five of them jumped through the portal to a dark ruin quickly finding Aaarrrgghh in a stasis trap.

“The work of Angor Rot” observed Blinky.

“Uhm, those are Dwarkstones. If we deactivate the stasis, this place is gonna blow” said Claire.

“Aaarrrgghh, my friend, they’ve used you as bait to kill us” screamed Blinky.

Aaarrrgghh groaned.

“We gotta get him out of there!” Screamed Toby in desperation.

“No, Wingman. You leave” said Aaarrrgghh

“No, we’re not giving up”

“Guys, I’ve got an idea!” said Jim.

Everyone turned to Jim.

“Okay. Toby drops the hammer, we drop into the room below” he points to the ground.

“The hammer’s power and weight might be enough to override the stasis trap or it’ll fail, Toby will disintegrate into nothingness, and we’ll die with the explosion” Blinky explained.

“Cool beans” said Toby.

“Charming” Y/n pated the trolls back.

“Even if it works, what if we drop into something worse?” Asked Claire, fear written all over her face.

“Than this? I’ll take my chances. Tobes, are you ready?” Jim crouched down.

“Ready to possibly kill us all and die in failure? Yeah” he took a deep breath before start running “For Aaarrrgghh”

Jim pushed Toby into the air, giving the hammer enough strength to break the floor and destroying the trap, making the team fall into a dark tunnel of nothingness.

Y/n felt her knees hit the hard floor, she looked up and saw Aaarrrgghh covering them from the rest of the debri falling from the trap.

“Is everyone alright?” Y/n asked once the rain of stones stopped falling.

Jim draw daylight to illuminate the dark room.

“Wingman” Toby threw himself to Aaarrrgghh.

“Wingman” Aaarrrgghh quickly reciprocated the hug.

The group laughed and followed the two, for a moment forgetting where they were.

“What is this place?” Blinky asked

“Smells old” Aaarrrgghh sniffed the humid air.

“Ah!” Toby tried to take a step forward, almost falling into the abyss.

“Remarkable” Blinky looked down “An ancient gyre”

The team went down to investigate the old artifact.

“Why would there be a gyre here?” Jim got into the gyre.

“It doesn’t even have controls” observed Blinky.

Y/n observed the cave with the help of little light that was able to shine through the broken ceiling. She walked around the gyre with a small smile on her face. Of course. She finally recognised the place. It was Douxie’s and her longest task.

“If I break the amulet it will lead us to Merlin’s tomb” Jim said.

Y/n stopped walking through the dark and dusty room, she turned her head back to the sound of her brother’s voice. She ran to the stairs and up to the gyre and saw Jim hit the amulet with Toby’s hammer.

For an instant, a blue light illuminated the room then disappeared as quickly as it came revealing the destroyed pieces of Merlin’s amulet.

Jim kneeled in front of the stone where the pieces rested and picked them up one by one

“No turning back now” he said.

“No turning back” Y/n whispered to herself, as she played with her bracelet.

She felt her stomach turn. She knew from the moment that she crossed that portal that there was no turning back but now, that notion is final. Her old and new life were going to crash and she wasn’t sure how that was going to go. She was nervous. She hasn’t seen her father in nine hundred years and she hasn’t told her friends about her identity yet.

Jim put the blue stone where the controls of the gyre should be and a warm blue light surrounded them, the gyre starting its travel.

Y/n started to breathe a little better as she felt Douxie’s old magic all around.

“If this is fate, I really hope we’re not destined to die” screamed Toby, grabbing Y/n’s hand as the machine started to gain speed.

—

“Whoa, a hidden entrance” Jim smiled as they crossed the waterfall.

“Yeah, but to where?” Claire walked close behind the trollhunter.

Y/n took a couple steps forward when she saw Toby starting to struggle with his war hammer. She didn’t want to be behind him when the ‘no-magic’ spell got to him.

“Why no war hammer magic?” Toby complained as the artifact fell to the floor.

“No magic here” Blinky translated the sign on top of the door “It appears this hallowed tomb is warded against sorcery”

“My shadow staff doesn’t work either” Claire tried to use her staff in vain.

“Hey, what’s that?” Y/n pointed behind the girl at the giant claw marks that shouldn't be there.

“These claw marks look fresh” observed Claire.

“Hmm. Yes, yes.” Blinky got closer “As if…a struggle”

“Draal” Aaarrrgghh said.

Y/n turned back and saw the troll holding a chain “There's no magic here. He’s free”

“Then we’re not just here for the staff. We can save Draal” Jim smiled at the idea of recovering their friend.

A/n: we’re getting closer to the part that inspired the series!!! Also!!! I fucking!!! Hate!!!! Summer!!!

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