#we’re not juice boxes you can make requests on

[jewishbarbies]

it’s always so weird to me when people are like “why only post about x thing??” and you scroll for a mile between posts about that thing. like there’s so much content you’re choosing to ignore so you can accuse someone of only posting about one thing. did you even look at their blog to confirm? or did you just only see a couple posts in the mess of your feed and make an assumption? unfollow if it bothers you. that’s how this webbed site works.

[flemingsfreckles]

Don’t Be Sad

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: based off of this request. You take your kids to watch their mom play in the gold cup semifinal.

Warnings: upset Jessie, not really angst though

WC: 4.8k

A/N: okay, so the timeline here is all kinds of messed up in terms of how old Jessie is, the fic revolves around the US/CAN game but she obviously doesn’t have kids already so just go with it. It’s called fiction for a reason. This is also my first attempt at writing based off a request/an idea that my brain didn’t come up with.

“James, slow down please.” You hollered at your oldest child as he ran a couple of feet ahead of you. You watched as he stopped immediately in his tracks as if he had been frozen in place. The brown curls on his head bouncing slightly. Once you catch up to him you extend your hand out for him to hold.

“You have to be careful, you can’t be running ahead, there’s a lot of other people here.” You often took your kids to watch Jessie’s games, but most of the time they were not this busy. The stress of temporarily having to operate as a single mom with an almost 3 year old and 1 year old was building on you. Your wife would not be thrilled to learn you let one kid run off 20 minutes after arriving at the stadium.

“Sorry, just want to see Mama.” He said, reaching up to grab onto your hand.

“I know kiddo, we’re going to see Mama, but after her game remember, we can’t go talk with her before. Remember what I told you in the car?”

“Mama’s at work and is warm.” He tried his best to remember what you had told him about how Jessie wouldn’t be able to talk to you before the game. You had explained that she would have to warm up and be focused and ready for the game. Trying to explain that the field was her work and she wasn’t allowed to just come hang out.

“Mama!” Your one year old daughter, Nora, squealed, waving her hands in the air. You were holding her on your hip, not wanting her to get trampled in the busy stadium, also not fully trusting her minimal walking skills. She had recently started taking a few steps alone, and while holding the hand of you or Jessie, she could walk for a bit. A crowd of people was not the time to practice walking.

“Yes baby, Mama’s at work. We can see her after the game.”

Gripping your son’s hand tightly you continued to make your way to the friends and family box that the Canadian Team had set up for the Gold Cup Match. You didn’t love being in the box, it made you feel far away from the game. You liked being up close being able to see your wife playing just a couple meters away. Not being able to complain too much though, it was so much easier with the kids to be in the box, they were free to roam safely and could occupy themselves with other activities if they were too restless to sit and watch Jessie play. It was also nice on afternoons like tonight where the weather was brutal, you were able to stay nice and dry.

You checked into the box, grabbing some juice boxes for each of your kids. You looked around, you had gotten to the stadium pretty early, meaning the box only had a few other people in it already. You moved to the corner with a small table, setting down Nora, and pulling out a chair for James to sit as well. You rummage through your bag, pulling out some toy dinosaurs and cars for James and a stuffed moose than Jessie had gotten for your daughter before she left for the World Cup. Nora insisted it went everywhere she went so you had to bring it with. Placing their juice on the table as well you stood up, looking over the field. You spotted your wife, doing some dribbling in a space all by herself. Not being able to help yourself, you watch her for a second before you feel a hand on the back of your shoulder and a voice calling to you.

“There’s our favorite daughter-in-law!” Jessie’s parents had arrived, her mom standing behind you, arms out for a hug.

“I’m your only daughter-in-law.” You remind her as you move into her arms. Jessie’s father, already kneeling down to talk with your children, opts to give you a wave, you reply with a wave and a quick hello before he goes back to playing with a dinosaur.

“How are you? How are the kids? I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever. What has it been 6-7 months?” She asked.

“Something like that.” The last time you had seen the Flemings was when they had come to visit after the World Cup. “The kids, they’re good. They’ve definitely been keeping me on my toes these days especially while Jess has been away for this tournament. They still haven’t grasped the concept that this is Jessie’s work though. James kept asking when he could see her, it’s just hard to explain at that age, they think she’s just playing like they do in the yard.”

“Yeah I can imagine they don’t quite get it,” Jessie’s mom trailed off turning to watch her husband with his grandchildren. You both stand for a minute watching Jessie’s dad who now had your daughter in his lap, still holding a dinosaur in one hand, play with your kids. “Gosh they both look so much like Jess when she was that age.”

Your children were practically spitting images of your wife. They were, after all, biologically her babies. You and Jessie had decided to do reciprocal ivf after careful consideration. Together you had chosen that you would be the one that would carry them, not wanting to take Jessie away from her career and love for football, meaning the kids would be genetically related to Jessie while you carried them for 9 months, letting you both be a part of their creation. Who could say no to the idea of little versions of Jessie running around, not you.

Both having her brown hair, James' hair had started to show the soft waves that resembled Jessie’s. They both had big brown eyes, which they used to get their way with you. It was hard to say no to them when looking into their eyes reminded you of the woman you were so infatuated and in love with.

The resemblance was obvious at birth with their beautiful eyes looking up at you and Jessie as you held them for the first time. The first time you really recognized how much they all looked alike was one afternoon when you got home from work, you walked into an empty house calling for Jessie and getting no response. It was then that you had heard giggling and joyful screaming coming from the backyard. You walked out to watch as Jessie chased James around the yard, following him with the garden hose as Nora sat on her hip. It seemed they had been playing in the sprinkler all afternoon, all 3 of them soaked. You stood on the deck and watched, just admiring your family for a second before Jessie caught a glimpse of you. She dropped the hose to come say hello and proceeded to hug you, soaking your clothes in the process. Your kids followed and you saw all three of them with the freckles that covered their pink rosy cheeks, just another trait they had gotten from their mother.

The game started shortly after, you had taken a seat on a bench with Jessie’s dad, your son seated between the two of you and your daughter crawling across your lap. You weren’t always the most relaxed watching your wife play. Watching her play was so fascinating and you loved watching your wife play the game she loved so much, but it stressed you out. She always joked to you that you were more nervous than her and all you had to do was watch. Today you were extra anxious. Not only was this a knockout game, but the pitch conditions were horrendous. Everytime Jessie would go for a ball you were just hoping she didn’t slip and end up injured. The US took the lead 20 minutes in, only adding to your anxieties. Halftime came and went, Canada still down. It wasn’t until only 10 minutes were remaining that Canada tied it. You had jumped up and shouted in response to the goal, watching Jessie jump on top of Jordyn in her celebration. You watched as full time played out, ending in a tie. You stood up excusing yourself to use the restroom, leaving James and Nora with their grandparents.

Extra time began just as you returned to the box, you made your way to the table in the back of the room to grab a water bottle and turned back to face the pitch. The sight in front of you warms your heart. It even takes away the stress of the game for just a moment. There were your two children, Nora sitting on Jessie’s mom’s hip, you watched as she babbled at her grandmother, only a couple of the sounds coming out being actual words, but Jessie’s mom was responding as if she was having a complete conversation. James was sitting on his grandfather's shoulders, watching and listening closely as his grandpa pointed and tried to explain the game to him. You and Jessie, mainly Jessie, had tried to teach him but that’s hard to do with a just under three year olds attention span. All he wanted to do was roll the ball around with his hands. You had joked that he’d grow up to be a keeper.

What really tugged at your heartstrings was the assortment of jerseys that all had on, a mix of new and old and a mix of home and away. Your wife’s family name on all of them, which was now your last name too, displayed proudly across the back, her number sitting just below. You felt so lucky, you felt lucky everyday with Jessie, but even in a moment when she is caught up elsewhere, you feel her love and everything she had brought you in this life. Two beautiful children, an amazing set of in-laws, the chance to experience things you could’ve never imagined. Thinking about how adorable it was you grabbed your phone and snapped a photo to show Jessie later.

The anxieties came back as you returned to your seat on the bench. You couldn’t help but notice how relaxed Jessie parents seemed watching their daughter play, maybe it just came with decades of experience that you didn’t quite have yet.

You watched as overtime continued. Feeling upset when the US scored again, only to feel ecstatic when Canada tied it up. Before you knew it, overtime had expired and the game was moving on to penalties.

You watched as the US player made her penalty, followed by a miss by Canada. A goal and another miss had happened for the Canadian side before your wife took the ball and headed to the penalty spot. The US having scored three of their four penalties taken meant if Jessie missed, the game was over, but if she made it they would keep kicking.

Watching Jessie, or any player, take penalties was one of your least favorite parts of football. You always felt bad if a player missed but then you also felt bad for the keeper if it went it. Jessie had laughed when you told her, claiming you just weren’t competitive enough, when it’s your team on the line you don’t feel sorry for the other side. You had told her that your competitiveness only applied to her and whatever team she played for, other than that you were more of a ‘hoe everyone has fun’ type person. You asked Jessie about how it’s such immense pressure being put on just one person on each team and how it feels to be in that spot. Penalties usually didn’t bother your wife, everyone knew it, she had been a penalty kicking machine most of her career. The pressure on her shoulders everytime she steps up, being expected to make it every time, no questions asked, is not something you ever wanted to feel.

You watched her line herself up, placing the ball. Seeing this routine done more times than you could count you had memorized her behaviors. You knew each of her steps before taking it, asking one day in the backyard to explain it to you as she was practicing. Your hands came to rest on your knees that were anxiously bouncing.

She stepped back, took a deep breath and started toward the ball. And then it was dark.

You had shut your eyes, not intentionally, it just happened. You didn’t see the kick, you only realized that it must not have gone in when the crowd erupted in cheers. You slowly opened one eye, peeking as if it’ll change what had just happened. First you see the US team running, dog piling on top of one another. Second seeing Jessie, her head hung, walking toward the bench, shaking her head, brushing off the teammates attempting to console her. Feeling your heart sink for her, knowing just how upset she must be.

“Mom why are they hurting each other?” Your son tugged your hand. He pointed at the pile of US players on the field.

“They’re not hurting each other, they’re celebrating kiddo, they won.”

“But Mama supposed to win.” His eyebrows pinched together, confused looking up at you.

“Well honey that’s not how it always goes, do you remember watching the World Cup?” You hadn’t actually let them watch the games live due to the timing of them but you had put them on during the day letting them watch their mom play. “Mama’s team didn’t always win, right? That’s what happens sometimes. And sometimes that makes her sad. She might be a little sad when we go to talk to her, okay?” He just nodded back at you.

As the stadium cleared out, you and Jessie’s parents, each of them holding one of your kids hands, headed down to the base of the pitch. Jessie was making her rounds, thanking the Canadian fans for coming, signing autographs and taking photos. You loved how even after a tough game she made time for those who came to watch her play. You watched as she continued to make her way headed toward you, not seeing you yet.

“Mama!” James shouted pointing at Jessie. “Mama, hi!” His hand waved in her direction. Hearing her son's voice, Jessie’s head snapped to the side with a smile on her face as she saw her family, you, her kids, her parents all standing together waiting for her. Giving a quick wave to James she turned her attention to the young fan in front of her. She finishes greeting and chatting with the few fans between you and her. As she wanders over, her eyes meet yours for a second and while she isn’t currently crying, you can see she must’ve been at some point. Her face has small tear streaks and eyes are a little red.

“Hi Mama, don’t be sad.” Your son says, making grabbing motions with his hands at Jessie.

“Hi buddy, I’m just a little sad right now, but I’ll be okay. I’m happy that I’m getting to see you and Nora.” She reaches over the wall, grabbing James and pulling him up and over, into her arms. She hugs him tightly and then puts him down at her feet.

“Mama, it's grandma and grandpa.” Your son points, as if Jessie hadn’t seen her own parents in front of her.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad.” She acknowledges them with a quick wave, knowing she’ll be able to fully catch up with them later tonight.

“Hi love.” She turns her attention to you.

“Hi,” moving toward her you reach over the wall giving her a quick peck on the cheek quietly talking in her ear . “I’m so proud of you, even if you don’t want to hear that right now. I love you.”

You pull back, hearing your daughter start babbling again, the words “Mom” and “Mama” coming out as she looks from you to Jessie. She’s standing both of her arms above her head holding onto her grandpa's hands

“You heard her, give me my baby.” Jessie laughs holding her arms out to take Nora. You bend down to pick her up and pass her into your wife’s extended arms. “Hi cutie,” she bounces her, making soft giggles come from her mouth.

You admired Jessie’s ability to put on a happy face for your kids, you knew she was upset about the loss, the lack of penalty called against her, her missed kick, the pitch conditions, but none of it showed as she held your daughter. She looked as happy as can be, as if she had just won the whole tournament. Even if it was a forced smile, you could tell it was, she still put forth the effort.

“Look at us all matching.” She’s talking to your kids. “Can you take our photo?” Now directing her question to you. She bends down to kneel next to her son, daughter still in her arms. She smiles big and tickles your son, getting him to laugh, his smile big in the photo.

“Oh man, we’re all matching. It looks like we’re going on a family reunion with matching shirts.” You see Jessie standing up looking between you and her parents. Everyone laughs at the realization, sure you knew you were all wearing her jersey but it being pointed out was humorous .

“Okay James I have to go, but I’ll see you later tonight okay?” Your wife is back kneeling down, talking to your son.

“Okay Mama, you did a good job at your work job today.” He tries his best to tell Jessie she played well. She looks at you with a questioning glance.

“I was explaining to him that this is your job, the game is work.”

“Gotcha.” She hands you Nora before lifting James over again. “I just have to do recovery. I think since we’re out we’re released as well so I don’t have to stay at the hotel. I don’t know I’ll find out though.” She quickly informs you.

“Alright babe, just shoot me a text and let me know. We’re just going back to the rental.” Deciding that more space and isolation would be better than a hotel with two small children, you had rented a small house for the week. It had a couple bedrooms and was perfect for letting the kids be free and not cooped up in a hotel.

You give Jessie a quick kiss on the lips, making it short and sweet your wife wasn’t big on PDA anywhere, let alone in front of fans and more importantly her parents. Jessie gave hugs to her Mom and Dad before saying goodbye to them as well.

All five of you headed back to the house, Jessie’s parents deciding to crash in the extra bedroom for the chance to see their daughter more than if they had gone to the hotel they had originally booked. It was only an hour later when the knock at the door told you Jessie had arrived.

Jessie’s dad greeted her at the door. You were occupied feeding Nora in the bedroom, while Jessie’s Mom was watching James while he ate. Through the cracked door you could hear your father in law talking to his daughter. He was telling her how proud of her he always is. You could tell she entered the kitchen as you heard James start talking to Jess. You knew her arrival meant he would be done eating, forgetting food was ever an option, just wanting to hang out with her.

“She’s in the bedroom feeding Nora, third door on the left.” Jessie’s mom was telling her daughter.

It was only seconds later that there was a soft knock on the door and Jessie peaked her head though. Her cheeks are still rosy from the game.

“Can I come in or do you want privacy?” Her concern regarding you being comfortable showing.

“Yeah babe, nothing you haven’t seen before, it just felt a little weird with your Dad there so I figured I’d feed her in here.” Nodding at her to come in. She opened the door to come through, closing it behind her. She moved next to you, placing a kiss on your lips, one on your forehead and grazing a hand across Nora’s head. She smelled of vanilla and coconut, freshly showered, her hair still wet.

“I love you, you’re such a good Mom.” She sits down on the bed next to you. Jessie loved watching you with the kids. She especially loved watching you do the more “mundane” tasks, like you were now, Nora resting in your arms as she fed, a task you had done hundreds of times. It felt incredibly intimate to share these small moments together and Jessie was so grateful that you let her be there.

Deciding this might be the only bit of time you get with Jessie alone, without your son or her parents hearing, you decide to check on her. Jessie isn’t the best about expressing her emotions especially in front of your son, she never wants to appear sad or disappointed. Nora was here but she was occupied and she was not yet at the age of picking up much from conversations that didn’t involve the words Mom, Mama, or milk.

“Are you doing okay?” Looking in her eyes, you see the beautiful brown color looking back at you.

“I’m disappointed.” She pauses before continuing, “it just felt like something we could’ve won.” Her head comes to rest on your shoulder and she lets out a sigh.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Are you okay besides being just disappointed?” You wanted to make sure the missed penalty wasn’t weighing too heavily on her mental. Jessie knew exactly what you were asking.

“I think so, I chatted quickly with the sports psych while I was stretching about the penalty, I think missing the one earlier got in my head. I don’t feel much at all about it.” Nora decides she’s done feeding, pulling her mouth away and trying to squirm from your hold. “Here let me take her.” Jessie pulls her into her lap, allowing you to clean up and pull your shirt back down.

“It was really nice having you all there after the game.” Her voice was soft as she continued “it just made it hurt a little less getting to see them. They take my mind off the game so quickly.”

“They were both so excited to see you.” You wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her closer to your side. “I was excited to see you too.” Jessie hummed in response, her cheek still resting on your shoulder. You look down in her arms, your youngest was laying, her eyes fluttering as she fought off sleep. Moments later your son is knocking at the door.

“Mama, Mom come on, I want to play and make Mama not sad anymore” You open the door to find your son, a dinosaur in one hand and a small ball in the other. Jessie’s mom quickly following him down the hallway.

“Sorry, we were cleaning up the table from his dinner, we can take play with him if you two need some more time.” She reached out to move James away from the door.

“Oh, no we’re good. Nora’s about to be asleep.” You point back into the room where Jessie is sitting gently rocking your daughter. “We can come play.”

You and Jessie leave the bedroom, coming back to the living room to play with James. Jessie’s dad takes Nora who is sound asleep, claiming he doesn’t get to hold her nearly enough. You both sit on the floor as James hands you plastic animals and begins telling you both about the make believe scenarios he had come up with. You stay on the floor for a while, switching between the make believe world with your son and having regular adult conversations with your wife and in-laws.

Jessie is quiet, not contributing much to the conversation, focusing more on your son. Wishing you could just lift the weight off her shoulders and take away the disappointment she is feeling toward herself, you try your best to steer any conversation away from mentions of the game or football.

James lets out a big yawn as he makes his dinosaur trample a small city he had created.

“Someone’s sleepy.” You tease him.

“No I’m not!” He protests. Looking at you with his brown eyes, silently begging for more time. “Want to keep playing with Mama, it makes her happy.” Jessie shoots you a look, her eyes begging just like his were, mouthing ‘five more minutes’ her hand being held up to emphasize her point.

“Okay, but only a few more minutes bud. You and Mama can play in the morning.”

He seems content with the extra few minutes and the reminder that Jessie would be there in the morning and goes back to playing.

After the few minutes pass by, Jessie starts to clean up the toys, James helping her. You stand up taking Nora from her grandfather’s arms, she’s still fast asleep. You say goodnight to Jessie’s parents and carry your daughter into the office that you had turned into her temporary bedroom. Your kids had separate bedrooms at home and you wanted to keep it as similar as possible. Being able to move around Nora’s crib easily, meant James got the other bedroom in the house. You placed her softly, with a kiss on her forehead and a whisper goodnight. Jessie surprises you by wrapping her arms around your waist.

“She’s so perfect.” Jessie whispers in your ear. “You made two perfect babies.” She adds a kiss to your cheek.

“Technically you made them.” You whisper back to her, still looking at Nora sleeping.

“We both made them, those are our kids.” Humming in agreement, you feel Jessie grab your hand turning to leave the room. You enter James’ room, he had changed into his pajamas while you both were putting Nora down.

“Do you want Mama to tuck you in tonight?” You ask him, wanting to give Jessie the chance as you had tucked him in alone the past few days.

“Both!” He points to both you and Jessie. You each take a side of the bed as he climbs in. You tuck him in, each giving him a kiss and telling him you love him and to not let the bedbugs bite.

Finally back in your bedroom, you and Jessie get ready for bed, each making a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth, wash your face, change into sleeping shirts and shorts. You come out to Jessie sitting on the edge of the bed, you notice tears on the brims of her eyes.

“Hey, baby what’s wrong.” Rushing in front of her, you kneel down, cupping her face in her hands.

“Nothing, I'm okay.” She blinks hard, clearing the tears that were tempted to spill over.

“Jess, it’s okay if you’re upset, you can be upset in front of me.”

“I know.” There’s a pause and you’re not sure if she’s going to continue or not. You watch as a tear manages to make its way out, rolling down her cheek, you extend your thumb to brush it away. “I just, I feel like I let people down. It’s silly I know, it’s a game, but, I don’t know. I’m just disappointed in myself.”

“It’s not silly Jessie.” Grabbing her hands in yours. “You’re allowed to feel however you want about the game, you’re allowed to feel disappointed. You have to remember you’re just doing your best. Just like everyone else in that game and everyone else in the world, you’re doing the best you can. That’s all you can do.” Not sure if she’s even really listening to your words but wanting to get your point across you continue, “Jess people miss penalties all the time. It’s how it goes, you weren’t the only one to miss tonight. This isn’t all on you. You played so well this whole tournament.” You stand up as your knees started to ache, Jessie was the professional athlete in this family, not you. Deciding to sit on the bed next to her you wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean in.

“I hope you know how proud I am of you.” Hoping she can accept the compliment, she nods at you. The two of you sit in silence on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, just enjoying the quiet after the long day. You’re reminded of something from earlier in the day, reaching for your phone on the bed next to you.

“I know it’s not going to fix how you’re feeling about the game, but look at this.” You slide open your phone, open your photos to show Jessie the image you took of her parents with your kids. “Look at our family.”

She grabbed the phone from your hand, examining the photo. For the first time since the game had ended you saw a genuine smile come across her face.

“That’s our family.”

[not4simp]

Yo- What?!

Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem!reader Summary: Apparently you have a boyfriend you weren't even aware of WC: 802 words Content: Fake dating? Luke and reader aren't that close

The dining pavilion was filled with demigods eating and chattering amongst each other including you. It was your third year on camp half-blood and you were no stranger to the infamous Luke Castellan.

There he stood a few feet away from you bombarded with girls. But hey what’s new? You paid no mind to it and continue enjoying your meal with your siblings.

“Isn’t he just sooo dreamy” Bella, your sister, closed her eyes releasing a soft exhale as she gently nestled her head between her arms that’s on the table. “Who? Luke?” i tilted my head to the side and raised a brow. “duhh who else” Bella rolled her eyes. “he’s not all that you know” I retorted as I slurped my remaining mango juice. “Like I’m gonna listen to you, you turn down every guy that comes your way!”. I laughed “touché”. Pushing myself up from my seat I got up to throw away my empty juice box.

As i walk over to the bin I could overhear snippets of conversation from Luke and his fangirls. They leaned in closer to Luke every chance they got. Occasionally batting their eyelash with their flirtatious charm, accompanied by a few playful slap and laughter ever so often.

I grimaced seeing the situation unfolding in front of me. They were trying a bit too hard in and it was very obvious.

“I appreciate the flattery", his eyes betraying his words as a hint of discomfort was displayed. "...but I’m taken” said Luke as he tried to shake off a devotee that was clinging onto his arm. “As if,” the girl rolled her eyes “I don’t see her around” she pursed her lips.

I was in the middle of walking back to my table when I felt someone tugging my arm causing me to stumble. Fortunately, I was able to regain my footing. Guess training does came in handy. “Hey wha-“ my brows furrow in confusion. Before I could continue speaking Luke gently put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to face his little fan-club.

“This is my girlfriend, y/n.” Luke announced with a bright smile. His voice filled with enthusiasm.

My head immediately did a 180° flip towards him and a look of puzzlement was evident on my face. The other girls and I simultaneously said “What?” “Oh don’t be all shy now sweetheart” he said while pinching my cheeks. All I could think was what the actual fuck?

“Now please excuse us” I was about to brush my alleged boyfriend off but he gave me a soft gaze, with a hint of desperation. Oh darn him and his puppy eyes. With a reluctant sigh I acknowledged his request and complied.

Luke led me to a path by the lake giving us enough privacy from the rest of camp. As we came to a halt I fixed my posture straight and firmly placed my hands on my hips. “Are you out of your mi-“ Luke raised his hand and pushed his pointer finger on my lips to shush me. I was really tempted to bite his finger considering the many times he had cut me off.

“Okay so now that you’re my girlfriend-“ The voices won and I bit his finger. Arching my eyebrows and narrowing my eyes I gave him a WTF look. “When did I agree to be your girlfriend?”

“I should’ve worded it better” Luke muttered under his breath while fanning his hand. “okay let me rephrase, I need you to be my girlfriend. well Fake girlfriend.” “Hard pass” I said “Wait listen, just for a while until those girls lay off” “You can go pick someone else” “No no no you don’t get it, it has to be you. They saw me with you if, I go changing my ‘girlfriend’ they’ll know it’s a lie” Luke said with a slight whine. “what do I get in return?” Luke’s lips parted slightly before snapping shut. Clearly he didn’t think this whole ordeal through.

“I’ll make your bed every day” “c’mon you gotta do better than that” I sigh and folded my arms “I’ll do all your chores” I feigned a yawn “I’ll give you all my dessert!” I smirk. Now we’re talking

I extended my hand and he did the same. Sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “From now on you’ll be doing all my chores, make my bed, give all your dessert to me, and do everything I ask you to” I said closing my eyes with a smile of delight painted on my face. Seeing as the matter was solved I began to make my way back to the dining pavilion. “Yes exactl- wait, do anything you ask me to?” Luke’s brows furrow. I laugh and ignore him.

Oh this is going to be interesting...

A/N: This is my first time writing so sorry if it's sucky. Might make a part 2

[williamswifey]

i just came up with this and i could DIE i feel smart. (i also haven’t done an ask on here in a FAT minute so sorry if i do it weird??) reader is a worker (camera, makeup, etc. just some sort of tech element) behind the scenes on the set for tlou and meets bella and they become friends and then more :)))) can be as short or long as you’d like!!

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; when you had taken a summer job as a makeup artist for the up and coming show the last of us, you expected to make money—but you didn’t expect to find love.

content warnings ; swearing,

a/n ; i was SO excited to do this request omgomg, i might’ve gotten a little carried away and accidentally made this suuper long, part two is on the way!! i hope you enjoy this miniseries :)

p.s. also im still working to get my ask box in my bio, but requests are open and feel free to submit asks <3

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you had always had a fascination with makeup—ever since you were little. whether it was practicing eyeshadow in your bedroom when you were eleven years old…or making a buck from your friends when they asked you to do makeup for the school dance.

eventually, as you matured, your talent matured with you. you were humble about your skills—always calling it a ‘simple minded hobby’, or ‘a way to relieve your stress’.

it was springtime, two weeks before summer vacation—you’d be starting college in the fall; and you were sitting at the kitchen table with your mother, going over potential internships to spend your summer.

“what about a makeup artist?” your mother commented, taking a sip of her orange juice. you looked at her blankly, before sighing.

“mom, i appreciate the idea—i really do…but come on—where would we even find somewhere that had makeup artist internships?”

“i found you a job as a makeup artist in canada,” your mom spoke up, sparking your interest as you looked up from your phone, “sure, it’s a little far away from home…but it’s good practice for college. plus, you’d be making a little money on the side, it’s a win-win situation.”

“in canada?” you asked, confused , “mom, what?”

“it’s for a new show, the last of us. an old friend of mine reached out, personally asked if you’d be interested.”

the last of us. the name sounded familiar. you shrugged, feeling flattered at the thought someone personally asked your mother if you’d be interested.

“sure,” you agreed, “that sounds fun.”

***

three weeks later, you, your backpack, and your suitcase had arrived in alberta, canada.

you were staying in a hotel room nearby the sets, and you couldn’t wait to get off your feet. you had ordered a shared-uber, trying to save as much money as you could. you’d be spending the entire summer here, and the point was to make money—not lose it.

you stood on the sidewalk as a black car drove up to you, as you read the license plate, recognizing the car as your uber. you piled your things into the trunk, stepping inside.

“y/n l/n?” the driver asked, and you nodded your head in confirmation.

“yup,” you said, “that’s me.”

“it’s nice to meet you,” the driver said. wow. this driver was much much friendlier than the ones at home.

“we’re waiting for the other rider, so hang tight and we’ll get you to your destination in no time.”

you thanked the driver, placing your headphones in your ears. you scrolled throughout your spotify playlists, ultimately deciding on the superache album by conan gray.

it wasn’t until minutes later when the other rider arrived, and your jaw dropped. you suddenly felt insecure in your airport fit—baggy sweats without makeup, messy hair finishing off your disheveled appearance.

the other rider was the most attractive person you had ever seen. their hair was short, down and mostly covered by a grey hat. they had on a casual pink t-shirt and black jeans. the driver helped them put their bags into the trunk besides yours, and before you knew it they were sliding into the seat next to you.

“hi,” you said, holding out your hand, “i’m y/n.”

the stranger smiled warmly, and it made you even more flustered, if that was even possible. god, you didn’t even know their name yet—you had to get a grip.

“i’m bella,” they said, a british accent as smooth as butter, “pleasure.”

you smiled back, taking out your airpods, placing them back into your case, hoping that your conversation with bella would extend.

“no way,” bella said seconds later, “you listen to conan gray, too?”

you looked at her and blinked.

“sorry—i wasn’t looking over your shoulder,” they quickly said, “i just saw a glance of the album cover, i’d recognize it anywhere.”

you grinned.

“no worries,” you assured. “i take it you’re a fan of him?”

bella nodded enthusiastically, “he’s only my favorite singer of all time.”

you bit your lip excitedly. canada was treating you well already.

“we have so much in common,” you chuckled out.

“that we do,” bella agreed, pausing, “so…are you here visiting friends?”

you shook your head.

“no, i’m actually here for a job. i’m working as a makeup artist.” you said with a smile.

“me too! well—not a makeup artist, but i am here for work.”

“that’s so cool!” you gushed, “what do you do?”

“i’m an actor,” bella said.

your eyes widened. as if they couldn’t get any cooler.

a lack of sleep from the plane ride must’ve been catching up to you, as you hadn’t quite put two-and-two together.

still, you managed to stay awake, talking to bella throughout the entire duration of the car ride. bella was going to lunch to meet a few people, whereas you were going straight to your hotel.

bella had gotten on a phone call minutes before you arrived to your destination, making your goodbye rushed and awkward. you cursed out whoever was on the other end of the call.

it hadn’t been until you were halfway to the elevator of the hotel until you realized you had forgotten to get bella’s phone number.

fuck.

***

you tried to forget about the mysterious bella as the night went on. you had taken a long nap as soon as you arrived to the hotel room—which helped get your mind off things, but the second you were awake, bella was on your mind.

how could you have been so stupid?

you had never met someone that was so easy to talk to before. you had never met someone as cute as bella either. they were the entire package and your forgetful-ass blew it.

still, life had to go on. you pushed aside your disappointment as you began to unpack and officially settle into your room, and you called your parents to alert them you arrived to the hotel safely.

the sun had begun to set, and you were halfway through unpacking. you had made a few calls between the makeup department in the last hour, and they had told you that you needed to bring your own makeup in to set tomorrow—just until the makeup the crew had ordered came in.

while you found the whole ordeal slightly unprofessional, you actually didn’t mind at all—and you were happy to provide. you were just a little annoyed that now you had to pack up all your makeup and bring it to set at 6 in the morning.

right. you had forgotten how early you had to be awake. the car ride was forty-five minutes away, since the set was basically in the middle of nowhere—and you wanted to be able to look nice and presentable.

if you wanted a shot at getting eight hours of sleep, you had to be asleep now.

you brushed your teeth and washed your face faster than you ever had before, and settled into your bed. you were out like a light, and the dreamy stranger from the car ride definitely didn’t appear in your dream.

***

“shit, shit, shit.”

you had slept through your alarm. on the first day.

it was 5:15 when you woke up, and you practically hopped out of bed in shock. screw getting ready for bed fast last night, you had gotten ready today at a record lightning speed.

you were calling yourself another uber as soon as you were dressed, deciding to do your makeup in the car. it was your strong suit, and you weren’t worried about not getting that done in time.

it was 5:30 when you got in your uber. you’d be at work at 6:15…fifteen minutes late, and you’d pray that you wouldn’t get fired before you even walked in.

maybe it was luck—maybe it was something else, but there was practically no traffic on the road since it was so early in the morning, making your arrival 5:57 a.m, not late.

you sighed a breath of relief as you entered the set, a yawn slipping past your lips. you’d make sure to find a time to grab coffee.

it took you a few minutes to find the makeup artist trailer, and when you did…you were in shock. there was a chair, a desk, and a mirror—with your name on it.

you barely had time to bask in the sheer excitement of it all before someone appeared behind you.

“hi,” a voice called out, making your tired figure jump as you turned around.

a woman stood before you. she was much older than you, with blonde curly hair, a warm smile on her face. this must’ve been brianna, your mother’s friend.

“you must be y/n. i’m brianna,” she introduced, “i’m technically your boss—but i don’t care about those kind of labels. i’m just here to help you get settled.”

you nodded and smiled at her, launching into a brief conversation. you learned that the last of us had started shooting a couple of weeks ago, but they had been shooting scenes with characters that you weren’t assigned to.

it was confusing, getting used to everything. it turned out that every makeup artist was assigned to a few specific characters. brianna did the makeup for the actors of joel, sarah, and tess. you were assigned to riley, maria, and ellie.

the actresses for riley and maria wouldn’t be shooting until the next month, so for now—you only had one actor to worry about. you didn’t know the actor who was playing ellie yet. you hadn’t checked your email giving you the names of everyone.

ellie was the main character of the show, you quickly learned. you had received a script of the basic information about the show last week, but you had yet to read it. you made a mental note to check it out when you got back to your hotel room.

like brianna said, the scenes that the show had started shooting hadn’t included ellie’s character yet, and it was the actress’ first day on set—making it yours, too.

everything brianna said felt surreal. you had a real job, and you were only 18. sure, this was temporary, but you promised yourself that this would be the best three months of your life.

as if on cue, you heard footsteps enter the van, and you knew it must’ve been one of the actors preparing to get their makeup done. by you.

you tried not to internally squeal, attempting to prepare yourself to meet whoever would walk through those doors.

you did not expect to see your mystery uber buddy, bella, walk through said doors.

you blinked.

“bella?” you said, as they turned their head towards you, a confused smile quickly making its way up to their face.

“y/n?” they replied back, “holy crap. i knew you were a makeup artist, but i didn’t put two-and-two together.”

you giggled.

“you said you were an actor! that should’ve been easier for me to figure out the details,” you spoke, and bella shrugged.

“both of our mistakes then, i guess,” they began, a small chuckle leaving their lips.

“yeah,” you agreed.

maybe fate had a plan for the two of you after all.

***

the next few weeks had been magical. you saw bella everyday, sometimes for hours at a time. they’d be the first face you saw in the morning and the last face you saw leaving set.

it was nice, having ‘quality time’—as they called it, when you did their makeup. it wasn’t too much, it never was, just little touch ups to make their skin look less oily on camera and small things like that. you didn’t think bella needed any makeup at all.

the longest part of the makeup process for ellie was her scar. you had to do the scar on bella’s eyebrow every morning. that was probably the hardest part. it wasn’t the fact that you had to do it perfectly each time—no, that was easy—it was the fact you had to get extremely close to bella’s face.

they’d always giggle when your noses accidentally brushed together, or if you guys would make eye contact when they opened their eyes—even though you told them not to.

“i can’t help it,” they’d say, “if a pretty girl’s face is right in front of mine, i’ve gotta sneak a peek,” bella was obviously joking—they always were, but that didn’t change the way your face would go beet red as you struggled to find a comeback to their words.

the flirty dynamic of you and bella’s friendship was developed early on. you were easily flustered, and bella was a natural flirt. it was like two missing pieces of a puzzle.

you had the same schedule as bella—since you were their makeup artist, and since you did, the two of you often spent your lunch break together.

there was a small diner near the set, where bella took you almost everyday. you always playfully argued who’d pay.

bella always won, as they had secretly snuck the waitress their credit card before you even got the chance to get out your wallet.

“bella,” you’d say, “you don’t have to do that.”

“think of it as a thank you.” they’d reply.

“a thank you? for what?”

“for hanging out with me.”

you’d roll your eyes.

“we have the same schedule.”

“yeah,” bella would sigh, “but no one is forcing you to be here. you could be anywhere else in the world, but you’re here. with me.”

that would always shut you up pretty quickly.

they had your order memorized—a grilled cheese sandwich and a vanilla milkshake. you had their order of avocado salad memorized too—their meals were easy to remember, as bella was one of the only vegans you knew.

you guys would talk the hour away, most times giggling back and forth about how you dreaded going back to work that afternoon.

but you never dreaded it. not really.

how could you, when your lips got to be inches away from bella’s as you painted on their scar?

you knew pretty early on that bella made you really fucking happy. they brought out a giddiness in you that no one else ever had, they took the weight off of your shoulders.

brianna would tease you everyday about it.

“you guys are so whipped for each other,” she’d say, after bella left the trailer to go film.

you’d blush as you put away the brushes that had been tracing bella’s skin only moments prior as you shook your head.

“no way,” you’d deny, “we’re just friends.”

brianna would laugh, just like she always did.

“friends don’t look at friends that way.”

and as much as you pretended to deny it, god, you hoped she was right.

[afictionaladventure16]

Can I request a Pedro dad fic where he coaches his daughters football (soccer) team when she’s a little kid? I always thought that was such a sweet parent child thing, and it’s a very Latino dad thing to do

Best Chilean Soccer Player (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

A/N: I loved writing this one! I hope you like it! Also, Requests are open to anyone who wants to submit something!

Word Count: 1,358

Pedro watched as you kicked ball across the field, “come on, Y/N!” He cheered as you got closer and closer to the goal, you found yourself trapped between two people. You kicked the ball, quick with your feet you were able to trick them on your next move giving you the advantage. You kicked the ball again and made the goal. “Yes!!” Pedro yelled, “That’s my mija!” He grabbed one of the other coaches shoulders, “That’s my kid!” he yelled. 

It didn’t matter to Pedro if it was only a little league game, he grinned from ear to ear as he watched you play. You’re his pride and joy and seeing you score just made him full of pride. 

“Mira la!” (Look at her) Pedro gestured towards you as you started to run over to your dad. “Soy muy orgulloso de ti, mija!” (i am so proud of you) He said as he grabbed your face and gave you a kiss on your cheek. 

You rolled your eyes, “papi, por fa.” (dad, please) 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” Pedro exclaimed. He really couldn’t. For the past six years, it had only been you and him, through thick and thin. Pedro was only Twenty-Seven when you were born, your mother gave up her parental rights when you were born and although it was hard on Pedro he did everything he could to make sure you had the happiest life. 

Just seeing you thrive and doing something you love made him happy, it made him feel like he finally succeeded in life. You grabbed a juice box from one of the coolers, “Okay, rest up because we’re gonna put back on the field in a bit.” 

“Ya me cansé,” you huffed as you sat down on the bench(I’m already tired). 

“Lo siento, mija, pero you gotta go back up there,” (I’m sorry, but). 

You shook your head, you loved soccer with everything in your being but you were just tired. This was the first goal you scored in weeks and now you were afraid it couldn’t happen again. Pedro sighed, noticing your attitude shifting, he knelt down to your level. “Que te pasa? Hmm?” 

“What if I can’t score another goal?” 

“Then you won’t score another goal and you’ll try again.” 

“But what if-” 

“You’ll get up and try again,” Pedro gave you a big smile. “Mija, do you see me give up on my acting?” You shook your head, “Even when I get a no?” You shook your head again, “and why do you think that is?” 

“Because your stubborn?” 

Pedro laughed, “Maybe,” he placed a small kiss on your forehead before leaning his forehead against yours. “It’s because I try again and do you know why I keep trying?” 

“Why?” 

“Because its my pasión. Do you know what that means?” You shook your head, “It means I love to do it, there is a fire within me that drives me to continue to do it.” 

“I have a fire with soccer,” you grinned. 

“I know you do, that’s why you have to get up and try again, no matter if you are tired or sleepy or even hungry, but if you’re hungry papi won’t say no to mcdonalds.” 

“Can we have Empanadas instead?” 

Pedro couldn’t help but smile, “even better.” Pedro glanced over at the other coaches who gestured for him to get you on the field, “You ready, muñeca?” (Doll). 

You handed your juice box to your dad, “Born ready.” 

Pedro watched as you ran back onto the field, he cheered as you took the ball, “Let’s go, baby!” He cheered loudly. The other coaches were sure that he was the loudest parent in the field, but Pedro didn’t care and if anything he wanted to be louder. He wanted the whole world to know how proud he was, he would wave banners and write sonnets just to show his pride. 

It was crazy for Pedro think how one little person could change everything in his life, even though he wasn’t getting the roles he wished he could, it didn’t matter. Yes, there were times were the roles he got, he felt a sort of insecurity and fear because he didn’t feel like he was doing good enough. But all it took was how happy you looked to see him doing what he loves, you didn’t know but you were his main reason to continue with acting and now he was yours. 

“She’s gonna be the best chilean soccer player out there when she grows up,” Pedro stated as he stood beside the other coach. 

The other coach chuckled, “Give a couple years, Pedro. Most kids grow out of it, hell, my kid has a new impossible profession every other week.” 

Pedro didn’t say anything to the comment, mostly because he didn’t want to argue with someone who didn’t have ambition and also because his opinion didn’t matter. If you decided to change what you wanted to be when you grew up, that was fine by him, he’d still be in sidelines cheering you on. “Not my kid,” Pedro said softly, he watched as you slowly got closer to the goal, “Come on, Y/N! Con Pasión!” He yelled out. Pedro was always unsure if you could hear him yelling, but you always told him that if the world could hear him, then you could too. Pedro yelled out when you made another goal. 

“My baby the soccer player!” Pedro yelled as you ran towards him, he lifted you up and spin you around before placing you on his shoulders. 

“I want to be the best chilean soccer player when I grow up, Papi!” 

“You will be, mija! Trust me,"  Pedro always believed that you were his blessing in disguise.

~~ Nine Years Later ~~ 

Your nerves were everywhere, you could hear the crowd roaring from the locker room. The youngest in the team, is what you were mostly known for. At only Fifteen, you were signed onto the U.S. Women’s Soccer League, meaning you were the youngest. At only Fifteen, you proved all those who said you would never make it. 

“Knock knock,” You smiled at the voice. 

You turned around, “What do you think?” you gestured to your uniform. 

Pedro stood there for a second, taking it all in. To him, he saw the little six year old that was scared of not making a goal, but who stood in front of him was a fifteen year old that only knew how to make them. 

“Are you gonna cry?” You asked as you noticed your dads eyes get glossy. 

“Estoy tan orgulloso de ti, mija. You don’t even know.” 

“I couldn’t have done it without you. You taught me to let the pasión drive me to be the best I could,” you walked up towards your dad, you still weren’t as tall as he was, but tippy toed to touch your forehead with his. Over the years, you both grew in your careers. Your dad got bigger roles and you were gaining attention in the Soccer media. No matter how busy your dad was, he made sure to still make it to every game, even if it meant he had to watch it live through his phone and you always made sure to be there for premieres and big interviews. No matter what, you were still his world and even though you were growing up, your dad was like your best friend, “But I better get empanadas after this.” 

“Deal, Now get out there and make me prouder than I already am,” He pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head before letting go. “I’ll be in the sidelines-” 

“Cheering me on, I know,” You gave him a big smile. 

“Hey, Y/N! It’s time to go on the field!” One of your teammates called out as the others began to crowd the lockerroom. Your dad took that as his cue to leave, he gave you a small wave before turning around. 

You watched as your dad left the locker room, “The Best Chilean soccer player,” you whispered to yourself. 

[idk6123]

Rags To A Home (Andrew Van De Kamp X Male Reader)

The chilly wind goes through the friend group as they enjoy a night in the town. With it being Friday, they don’t have to worry about staying up too late and coming to school too late. During their travels, they walk through a street, where the homeless teen, Andrew, is sleeping on a couch. He holds a blanket dearly for his life. As the group passes by him, he suddenly wakes up by the chattering.

“They really need to do something with all these homeless.”

“How? Give them jobs? Or just put them out?”

“Do you guys have to be so cynical? We’re literally passing by them.” Along the group, there seems to be one person who seems to have at least some compassion.

“You will be complaining too if you keep seeing them every time you get to the supermarket.”

Andrew merely sighs tiredly and closes his eyes, trying to ignore them. Out of nowhere, he hears a thud. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the students accidentally hits his backpack and let it slide a few feet away from him. It doesn’t appear none of them notices. However, as most of the group walks away, one person stops to grab the bag and swiftly running back.

Andrew has a quick look on who the person is. It’s a guy. He looks normal, totally different from how he looks right now. Though there is kindness in his eyes, he’s a bit nervous, even though he doesn’t notice Andrew looking at him.

“Thanks.”

The teen looks startled as his eyes lays on Andrew. He puts the bag next to Andrew’s chair. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N! You coming!?”

“Coming!”

With that, the boy turns around and runs to rejoin the group. Andrew let another sigh. Although the world seems to keep kicking him to the ground, he does appreciate small acts of kindness.

-

Couple of days later, and the teen cycles to his school. With his backpack on his back, he’s prepared for the school day. As he cycles through the streets, there appears to be a roadblock in his way. So, he uses a different route, which revolves him to be in the same street he and his friends passed a couple of days ago. As he cycles, his eyes instantly lie upon the homeless teen. He can’t help but stop cycling as he stares at the other guy, who notices him.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Y/N isn’t usual speaking to homeless people. Hell, strangers in general. But seeing someone homeless around his age he finds it disturbing. He stops cycling and parks it next to Andrew’s place. Afterwards, he walks towards him. “I hope what happened days ago didn’t cause you any trouble.”

“Not really. But was nice of you for helping me out.” Andrew grabs his can and shakes it. Y/N hears a couple of coins from it. “Any chance I can help me out again?”

“I left my money back at home. Sorry.”

“Oh. It’s alright.”

Feeling sorry for the teen, Y/N puts his bag down. Andrew curiously watches as Y/N grabs out what appears to be his lunch. “I got a sandwich… 3 juice boxes… and a chocolate chip cookie.” He generously hands over the food towards Andrew, who looks gratefully.

“Thanks man. You sure you don’t need it?”

“I ask a friend to buy me something. Besides, you need it more.”

Andrew smiles. “Thanks. That means a lot, Y/N.”

“How did you…?” Y/N then remembers his friends calling out his name. “Never mind. I’m glad I could help… uhm…”

“Andrew.” He hands out his free hand, allowing Y/N to shake it.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyway, school is about to start, so I gotta go. Take care.”

“You too.”

-

Ever since that day, Y/N visit Andrew right before his school starts. He convinced his parents to give him lunch money instead of making lunches of him. So, Y/N then makes his own lunches, only to give it to Andrew. Alongside giving the food, the two made some small talk before Y/N needed to go.

One day, though, Andrew spots Y/N cycling towards him in the afternoon. He looks stressed and requested something. Minutes later, they get in a fast food restaurant. Andrew is enjoying the fries Y/N bought for him in exchange for helping him out with his homework.

“And then… you calculate this… by dividing this… and that’s your answer.” Y/N follows the steps Andrew gave and after calculating it, he writes down the answer. Afterwards, he shows it to Andrew, who checks it. “Yeah, you did it right.”

“Holy shit! Finally.” Y/N is happy he got to solve it. “I don’t get why I can’t just use a calculator. There is a reason they exist.” Andrew merely laughs as he continues eating. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Well, you’re clearly smart. Both books and just in general. And you’re young enough to live with your parents. So… why are you homeless?”

Andrew is a little caught off by Y/N, but he doesn’t mind the question. After all, there are barely any people who are willing to talk to him. “You can blame my alcoholic mom for that. If she didn’t abandon me at the side of the road, maybe I would still have a roof over my head.”

“Oh…” Y/N frowns. “Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I hate her anyway long before that.” Andrew merely shrugs Y/N concern off. “Right now though, I have to worry about other things. …Any chance you got any other homework you need help with?”

The student didn’t, but he doesn’t want to leave Andrew just yet. So, from his bag, he grabs his English homework. As they move on with that, Y/N wants to learn more of his friend. “Do you want to talk about it? You’re past?”

“There isn’t much to say. She’s this controlling, traditional trad-wife and if you think it isn’t that bad, she interrupted my father’s funeral just because the tie didn’t match with his outfit.”

“Yikes.”

“And now imagine living with her.” Andrew adds. Although venting about his life, he looks like he accepted the situation just a bit. “There is plenty of more stories. I remember coming out to her and my dad. Now, my dad didn’t had an issue with it, but she was quick to call the priest to put me in conversion camp.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Though it sounds like your dad was a good man.”

Andrew chuckles. “Trust me. He wasn’t perfect. He cheated and had this weird BDSM fetish. Still, way better than my mom.”

“So… what are you planning?” Y/N wonders. “For the future.”

The blonde scratches his head. “Well… surviving in general. Get a job. With some luck, find a rich husband.”

Y/N hums. “If only if I was rich…”

“Oh.” Andrew is impressed Y/N is interested in it. “I appreciate the complement, but you wouldn’t want to marry me after you learn what I do to live.”

Y/N looks concerned. “Are you a criminal or something?”

“No, not like that.” Andrew looks amused, but soon drops his smile. “To get money, I perform… deeds that makes men very happy.”

Y/N instantly knows what he’s meaning. “You’re a sex worker?”

Andrew nods. “Yeah, I guess.” There is an awkward silence between them, with Y/N looking away and back to his work. “Well, if by any chance you also want help with other needs, you can come to me.” He can’t help but crack a joke, but Y/N doesn’t look amused. Andrew then drops his smile. “Look, you don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Sorry. I just find the situation fucked up.” Y/N replies. He continues to look stoic. “And I wish I could help more.”

“I don’t expect you to give me a house or something. You already gave me more than most people.” Andrew assures. “And not just that, you’re the first guy that actually wants to hang out with me. Not many people want to be associated with a homeless guy unless it’s for sex.”

Still, Y/N remains quiet, thinking about the situation. “Thank you for saying that… but I got to do something about this.”

“How? Empty your entire back account?” Andrew is curious what he’s thinking. “I won’t say no, but I’m definitely questioning what’s wrong with you.”

“Look, I don’t know what to do, but I think of something.”

Though thinking Y/N has no chance for fixing the situation, Andrew can’t help but appreciate his help. “You will go through whatever you’re doing just for me. You must really like me, huh?”

Y/N hums amused. “Well, if things were normal, I definitely would ask you out. Just… let’s make sure you’re safe first.”

“And you don’t care that I had how many dicks?”

“Must mean you’re good at sex.”

Andrew laughs, not expecting the joke. “I like to see what you’re going to do. But if that won’t work, feel free to go to me, whether it’s homework or something fun.”

“I appreciate the offer, but if we’re going to do it, it’s going to be free.”

-

Couple of days later, and Y/N has a solution. So, he goes to his friend to tell the good news, only to see a middle-aged man offering money to Andrew, but it looks more like he’s paying him, which makes Y/N sick. He quickly cycles to his friend to stop what’s happening.

“Yo, got a minute?”

“I’m… kinda busy.” Andrew points to the man, making Y/N frown. Thus, from his hands, Y/N snatches the money to give it back to the man. “Hey!”

“Go buy yourself porn or something. Beat it.”

The stranger looks shocked, but he doesn’t question it and walks away, making Andrew sighs. With a glare, he looks back at Y/N. “Thanks Y/N. You just lost me my dinner.”

“Then allow me to give it to you, because I find a solution.” Now, this peaks Andrew’s curiosity. “You’re moving in with me.”

The homeless man looks stunned. “You serious? I thought you lived with your parents?”

“Yes, but I convinced them to let you move in with me.”

“Did you mention that I’m homeless and a whore too?”

“Only the homeless part. I just twisted the truth a bit.” Y/N replies. Andrew looks eager what he said, so Y/N obliged. “I did lie about you being my boyfriend, but it was for a good cause! See, I told them that I’m in a long relationship with a closeted guy, but once he came out, he get kicked out of his mom’s house. And since I’m on my parent’s good side, they’re willing to let you stay for at least a couple of days and once he finds a suitable place for you to live, that’s when you move out.”

The blonde definitely didn’t expect that. “You want to live together? What are you up to?”

“Nothing! I’m just here to help you.” Y/N defends himself. “Oh, and if you’re not comfortable with the boyfriend part, we can say we end up as friends or something.”

Andrew can’t help but smile. He can’t think of anyone else that showed this amount of kindness towards him. Not his mom, not his dad, not his sister. Not even Justin, who was the only one that cared for him. He walks towards the guy to kiss him on the lips. Y/N returns it and after three seconds, Andrew pulls back.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re a great guy. Guess you will receive that free sex after all.”

Y/N chuckles. “Not to be rude, but can we check up at the doctors before…”

“Fair.” Andrew hums. “I can return the favor anytime.” With a smile, Andrew looks back at his now former sleeping place. “I’m not missing that chair.”

“How long ago was it when you slept in a bed?”

“Way too long.” Andrew looks back. “Wait, I’m sleeping in a bed?”

“My parents are okay with us sharing the room. They know we don’t do it when they’re home. …They keep telling me how thin the walls are.”

Andrew laughs happily. “Nice to know that my parents in law are going to be better than my actual parents.” He walks towards his bag to grab it. Once on his back, he looks back to his boyfriend. “I’m done with this dump. Let’s go.”

Y/N grabs his bike and looks behind him. “Get on loser. We’re going home.”

With a sprint, Andrew jumps on the back of the bike as Y/N begins cycling away. The former homeless man grabs his boyfriend’s torso as he slowly watches his former home fade away. With his head against Y/N’s back, he can imagine all the pain of the past away. No more living with Bree Van De Kamp. No more restrictions or ridiculous rules. Maybe now he can finally live in a normal family, with normal parents that has a great, selfless son, which he hopes he’s going to spend a very long time with. Hopefully his entire life.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hello Maddy!! I hope you’re having an amazing week. I love your writings, they always make my day!! I hope I’m not late, and if you don’t mind writing, may I request a oneshot Modern AU Kanae x they/them reader where they’re married and maybe have kids? I hope this is not too much of a hassle, and if you feel uncomfortable any way, you can ignore my request. Once again thank you, I wish you all the best!!<33

A Day at the Beach

Kanae Kochou x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N: Cute idea! I didn’t know what the direction of the story should be about so I hope you don’t mind the beach. I also put a hint of ShinoMitsu in here because I miss them. Thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,420

“Food, water, juice, sunscreen, towels, tarp—“

“Sand toys!” Daichi interrupted his parent, eyeing the list intently. He couldn’t quite read yet, but he could pick out things here and there.

“Yes, sand toys, first-aid kit, floaties—“

“Noodles!” Itsuki shrieked. Nothing brought him more joy than a good water noodle fight. He simply had to make sure they are not forgotten!

“There will be noodles, I promise.” (Y/n) swore to their child for the fourth time that morning. “Why don’t you boys go put your swim trunks on so you’ll be ready when it’s time to get in the car, okay?”

(Y/n) heard Kanae giggle beside them as the boys upturned the swim bag and sifted through for their respective swim trunks.

“This is going to be such a fun day. I’m glad we’re doing this.” Kanae beamed.

“Once everything is packed up and we make it to the beach, I’ll agree with you.” (Y/n) half joked, getting up from the couch to help Itsuki who had somehow put both legs in the same hole of his swim trunks.

A fussy wail then caught Kanae’s attention as she helped Daichi tie the drawstring of his trunks.

“Sounds like Ayame is awake. I’ll get her ready. Do you still need help with packing?” Kanae asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Actually, can you get the baby duffle ready too?”

“Already on it.” Kanae gave (Y/n) a chaste kiss on the cheek as she walked passed them and disappeared down the hall. (Y/n) could hear her faint cooing and their daughter’s cries silenced.

“Okay boys, will you help me with a big job?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes!”

(Y/n) rolled out the compact cooler that already had a layer of ice on the bottom. The boys’ eyes lit up, not hesitating to reach in and touch the cold cubes.

“Can you put the drinks in here please? No, don’t put the ice in your mouth, we need that to keep the drinks cold. Put them in like this so there is lots of room left for the food, okay?” (Y/n) opened the boxes of water and juice to give the boys easier access.

“We can do it!”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

(Y/n) knew they had to work quickly to gather what needed to be taken out to the car. As well meaning as their children were, they were still very young and impulsive. They could turn back around and probably find them sitting in the cooler, or see ice chips scattered all over the floor.

(Y/n) tightly packed the towels back into the swim bag the boys had ransacked, then grabbed the first-aid kit from the bathroom, putting it in another bag with the sunscreen, floaties and the rolled up tarp. From the closet, they also grabbed a couple camping chairs for themself and Kanae. They’d grab the kids’ chairs too, but they seldom used them anyway. They would much rather sit on their parents instead.

(Y/n) took the two bags in one hand and the straps of the chair bags in the other then went to check on the boys, relieved to see that nothing seemed amiss.

“Will one of you help me get the door please. And someone want to open the trunk?”

Daichi tore off to the door with Itsuki trying his best to keep up.

“Walking feet,” (Y/n) reminded, “Careful for the step.”

The boys heeded their warning, but it was clear they were buzzing with excitement.

“I wanna open the trunk!”

“I do!”

“No, me!”

“I want to hit the button!”

Ah, how could (Y/n) forget the age old battle of who gets to hit the button that will make the trunk open.

“How about you both press it at the same time?”

“No!” They yelled in unison.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. One of you is going to open the trunk, and then the other will get to close it. That way it’s fair.”

After a bit of squabbling, Daichi got his way. Making an older sibling promise of showing Itsuki something cool once they got to the beach. Once the trunk opened, (Y/n) wasted no time hauling the heavy goods inside.

“Alright, c’mere bud.”

(Y/n) hoisted Itsuki into their arms so that he could reach the button. They would need to open the trunk again of course, but when it came to a three year old who was very fixated on what he wanted, it was best to just do it sooner than later before he began to think he had been cheated out of his turn. It can be hard to reason with small children sometimes.

“Okay, while we’re out here let’s get the beach toys from the shed.” (Y/n) prompted, following the boys who had already taken off as soon as beach toys were mentioned.

They dragged back a couple of pool noodles, the sand toys, and an inflatable ball. Daichi and Itsuki wanted to bring more, but (Y/n) managed to dissuade them. They would be plenty entertained with what they already had. They would probably tire out before too long anyway.

They did their little ritual with the trunk again and then headed back inside to finish packing the cooler. When they entered, Kanae was shifting her feet, rocking from side to side in that magical way that always managed to make Ayame happy.

Kanae turned to face (Y/n), a confused smile on her face,

“Making punch, dear?”

“Hm?” (Y/n) stepped up beside Kanae to look into the cooler and held in a groan.

Well, the boys did put the drinks in… just not with the containers they came in. Their cooler had become a tub of watered down fruit juice while they had been packing.

“I’ll have this clean in less than ten minutes. I still have the other half of the bag of ice and we can pick up more drinks when we stop for gas.”

“Take your time, there is no rush.” Kanae comforted, as laid back as ever.

“I love how easy-going you are, but I would like to get there before midnight.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty romantic.” Kanae teased.

“Oh, then let’s drop the kids off with Shinobu and trade the juice boxes for a couple of cocktails.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh imagining the look Shinobu would give them if they came to her apartment unannounced to push their children into her arms and leave as quickly as they came.

“We couldn’t possibly, not after last time. I think she still hasn’t forgiven us.” Kanae recalled.

“She got help from her neighbor across the hall,” (Y/n) waved dismissively, “Kanroji, was it? I think we were actually doing her a favor. You saw how cute they looked together.”

“They did look really cute, didn’t they? I should figure out if anything is going on with them yet.”

“And if dropping off the kids unexpectedly doesn’t get us killed, meddling with Shinobu’s prospective love life certainly will.” (Y/n) began to pour the liquid down the sink. Then they scrubbed it with warm, soapy water and patted the cooler dry.

“Is Shino-Obachan coming to the beach?” Itsuki asked hopefully.

“No, sorry sweetheart. Maybe another time. Shinobu has a lot of big tests coming up soon and she wants to study.” Kanae explained, patting over her son’s unruly hair with her free hand.

“Alright, cooler is half ready to go.” (Y/n) declared, “Found everything okay for Ayame’s bag?”

“All accounted for.” Kanae patted the bag resting atop the counter.

(Y/n) took the cooler and the duffle bag to the car with the boys while Kanae put Ayame into her car seat. After a final check of the supplies and making sure that everyone was buckled into their seats, they were off.

It was only an hour trip to the beach, but with a baby and two young children it might as well be twelve. They were pretty good for the first twenty-five minutes, but then they started getting fidgety. Daichi had somehow managed to pull the pool noodles from the back of the car and placed one of them in Itsuki’s grabby hands. They then proceeded to whack the crap out of each other. Daichi being older and having the advantage of being in the back seat, it didn’t take long for Itsuki to realize he had been given the raw deal. He was getting more and more frustrated with every bonk to his face.

“Boys!” Kanae turned in her seat, not wanting the tension to build into something totally unmanageable, “Daichi, please stop bopping your brother. Put the noodles down. It’s dangerous to play rough in the car.”

“But I’m bored!” Daichi whined, and though Itsuki had been ready to scream bloody murder half a second ago, he seconded his brother’s thoughts.

“We’ll be there in thirty minutes. How about we play I spy?” Kanae suggested.

“No!” They answered in unison.

“Alphabet game?” (Y/n) tried to suggest.

“No!”

“How about some music?” Kanae was already syncing her phone to the bluetooth, “This album never fails. Let’s all sing along!”

As soon as the jaunty tune of one of those ear worm songs began, the boys were all ears.

“Nice save as always.” (Y/n) complimented. “That’ll keep them busy for awhile.”

“Thank you, darling,” Kanae beamed, “but don’t forget to sing along! The words are starting soon.”

Well, there were worse things to do than sing along to songs about dinosaurs. And to be honest, the whole album was kind of a bop. Even Ayame was making happy little shrieks while she kicked her feet.

They made their quick stop at the gas station and not much longer after that, they finally made it to the beach.

“No, no, do not go in the water yet,” Kanae warned the eager boys, “Not until we have a spot set up and everyone’s sunscreen has set.”

Daichi and Itsuki deflated, but they listened to their mother, joining her under the shade of the tent like tarp she and (Y/n) had setup. Once everyone was adequately slathered in sunscreen, Kanae convinced the boys to make a sand castle with her instead of going into the water right away.

(Y/n) joined them after they secured Ayame’s cute little sun hat atop her head. They sat beside Kanae in the warm sand, holding Ayame in a way that would give her enough support to stand. The baby babbled and squealed at the texture of the sand between her toes, wiggling and bending her legs to further sample the coarse granules.

“So happy,” (Y/n) observed, “do you like the sand Aya?”

“So cute!” Kanae cooed, reaching back for her phone. She needed to document this precious moment!

“Smile baby! Can you smile for mommy? Oh, such a sweetheart!” Kanae snapped a buch of photos in rapid succession, then turned to the Daichi and Itsuki digging their moat, “Your turn boys, smile!”

Itsuki gave Kanae a big grin, shovel in hand and his arms already caked in wet sand from all of the digging. Daichi stuck out his tongue, wearing a bucket like a hat. Kanae chuckled, taking another burst of photos. Before she could put her phone back, (Y/n) stopped her.

“What, you think you can just take a bunch of pictures without being in any of them?” They reasoned, sitting Ayame up in their lap to take Kanae’s phone.

They motioned for the boys to crowd around Kanae and took a couple pictures, then they motioned them all over to sit around them and Ayame. It was a little tricky to get them all into frame, but they managed to get a couple nice pictures of the whole family.

(Y/n) handed Kanae’s phone back to her, mirroring her happiness. More picture would be taken throughout the day, especially when they would start playing in the water.

The family approached the gently lapping waves, Itsuki chasing off a few seagulls on the way. Kanae reminded Daichi and Itsuki to only go in as far as their bellybuttons and to stay close. The water gradually got colder the deeper they went, making the waves feel quite refreshing.

Finally the noodle fight could begin in earnest. While the boys smacked and splashed each other, (Y/n) and Kanae sat in the shallow water with Ayame. (Y/n) stood her up in the water, but unlike with the sand, Ayame didn’t seem to be as big or a fan of the water. She began to fuss, trying to keep her feet up and away from the surf.

(Y/n) scooped her back up to rest against their shoulder and patted the disgruntled baby on the back while Kanae soothed her with her voice and stroked her chubby cheek with one finger.

After awhile, they boys got tired of whaling on each other, they turned their weapons on their parents and baby sister instead. (Y/n) transferred Ayame into Kanae’s arms and the boys shrieked when they stood up and began to chase after them in the shallow water. They stole the noodles and bopped them both on their heads as they giggled and tried to dodge the hits.

It wasn’t long before stomachs began to rumble and they went back to their setup to eat lunch. Afterward, Itsuki and Daichi got back to work on their sand city and Kanae joined them, helping them find the perfect ratio of water to sand for the best and strongest structures. (Y/n) sat in one of the chairs nearby with Ayame sleeping against their chest.

After a couple more hours of alternating between playing in the sand and sea, fatigue was finally hitting the boys and the sky was steadily growing more pink and orange. It was time to pack up and go home. As tired as the kids were, they didn’t want to leave, but when Kanae dropped that they could grab some fast food for dinner on the way home, they changed their tune.

They packed everything up then washed themselves of the sand and salt water and changed into fresh clothes. They then bid the beach goodbye and drove away.

Full and satisfied from their dinner on the road, it didn’t take long for the three children to fall asleep to the soft music Kanae had put on.

“Today was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” Kanae whispered.

“It was,” (Y/n) agreed, “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Kanae beamed, twining her fingers around (Y/n)’s free hand as they drove closer and closer to home.

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 7

“Made it home safe! Good night y/n :)”

“Good night Vash :)”

You held your phone to your chest as you noticed your heart was racing slightly just thinking about him and the next time you see him. He was definitely one of the best dates you had so far.

~*~

Ever since that night, you have been looking forward to finishing the game with Vash again. Even the next day while you were doing your errands you couldn’t stop thinking about him and how fun it was to spend time with him. By Monday, you went about your normal routine with the kids as you were leading the art activity. You got paper plates, glue sticks, crayons, safety scissors, googly eyes, and fuzzy wires to get the kids to create animals of their choosing.

“Remember if you need any help, let Vash and I know okay?” you told them

“Okay!” the kids agreed in unison.

“Oh and don’t forget we’re going to the zoo in a few days! So remind your parents to fill out the paper so you can go!” Vash added as you brought out the  permission slips.

“Wow we get to go to the zoo?” Eli asked.

“That’s so cool! I’ve been wanting to go see the lions!” Zac mentioned.

“Oh I wonder if we can pet one of the animals or feed them!” Marlo asked.

"Yes everyone! We should be able to do that. For now, focus on your paper plate so you can take them home and show them to your parents,” you reminded them. You and Vash would monitor the kids to make sure they were able to make the animal they wanted. Some of them would get a bit messy on the cutting or coloring but it added character to their plate. Vash then nudged you as you looked at him.

“I gotta prepare the snacks and drinks. Do you want anything?” he asked.

“Just a juice box, I’ll get a snack later,” you requested.

“You got it, I’ll be back,” he said and took his leave.

“Y/n, will you be with us at the zoo?” Mona asked.

“Of course! Vash, Liz, and the rest of the workers here will be with you. We’ll stick together so all of you can have fun,” you replied.

"I’m so excited! I gotta get momma to let me go!” Mona said.

“Me too!” Zac chimed in.

You kept monitoring until it was time for their recess. You told the kids they can continue working on their plates tomorrow, and to help you clean up. They all started singing the clean up song and putting stuff away. You collected their plates and made sure to put them in the crafts bin so they can work on it later.

“Okay everyone, ready for recess?” you asked as the kids cheered.

“Alright, line up and we’ll head outside. Then we can get our snacks later. Sound good?” you asked again.

“Yes y/n!” the kids answered and ran outside to play. You couldn’t help but admire their enthusiasm and wish you had a bit of their energy. You then felt someone tug on the end of your shirt.

“Hey Ginger, what’s the matter?” you asked the toddler as she looked a bit shy.

“Y/n, can I talk to you? I need your help,” she asked.

“Sure, let’s go outside and take a seat somewhere yeah?” you offered as she nodded. You walked to the picnic table where the kids would sometimes eat lunch at. Both of you took a seat and positioned yourself where you could see the kids but still faced Ginger so she knew you had her attention.

“Whats on your mind Ginger?” you questioned.

“It’s about the zoo. I want to go, but I’m scared,” she explained.

“What are you scared of Ginger?” you asked.

“You promise you won’t laugh?” she asked looking away.

“I pinky promise I won’t laugh, cross my heart,” you told her while extending your pinky. She reached her pinky and intertwined with yours.

“I’m scared of snakes y/n. Last time I saw a snake I was so scared I couldn’t move. I had an asthma attack and dad had to help me. I want to have fun with everyone and go but I’m worried dad won’t let me go,” Ginger explained further.

“Hmm, I see. Well I can talk to your dad about that. If you go, I’ll make sure you’re okay. We can avoid the part of the zoo that has snakes if you want. I know some of the other kids aren’t comfortable with seeing certain animals too, but that’s our little secret,” you mentioned giving her a little wink and put your index finger to your lips.

“Really? You’d do that?” she asked.

“Of course! Plus, I know Vash will have your inhaler just in case,” you added.

“Thank you y/n! You’re the best!” Ginger said as she gave you a hug.

“You’re welcome Ginger, I hope I was able to help. And you know you can always come to Vash and I if you need anything right?” you added.

“Yes! And of course! You two are my favorites after all!” she replied. You couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“Thanks Ginger, now go play. I think your friends are waiting for you,” you pointed out as the rest of the kids were waving at her. Ginger then left to join.

“So what did I miss?” Vash asked as he took a seat next to you while handing you your juice box

“Ginger wants to go to the zoo, but she’s afraid of snakes. So I’m going to talk to her dad about it and how we can look after her,” you filled him in.

“I can help talk to him if you want,” he offered.

“That would be great! It would help since you’re pretty responsible,” you added.

“Of course! I’m always happy to help with anything you need,” he gleamed.

“Same here if you need anything,” you replied smiling at him as you sipped your drink.

The day went by quickly and it was time for the parents to pick up the kids. Both you and Vash were collecting or passing out the permission slips to each parent as the kids begged them to sign it.

“Mom, I want to go! I’ll be on my best behavior!”

“Dad, can you sign the paper so I can see the animals pretty please?”

“Mom you need to sign the paper so I can join my friends at the zoo!”

Eventually, Ginger’s dad arrived as you and Vash stood up while Ginger walked up.

“Hi sweetie! Ready to go?” he asked.

“Daddy, before we go I want to ask you something. Could you sign the paper so I can go to the zoo. I really want to go,” Ginger pleaded.

“You sure sweetie? You’re afraid of that one thing remember?” her dad asked.

“Sir, we would take good care of her. In fact, we can talk to the staff and visit another part of the zoo where she doesn’t have to see that animal,” you reasoned.

“Yeah, and if something happens I’ll be in charge of her inhaler and the other items the kids will need. Either way, we’ll respect whatever decision you make, but know we’ll take care of her,” Vash made his case. Ginger was selling her puppy eye stare at her dad as he looked at the both of us.

“Okay, but only because I trust them. And if anything happens, you stick close to them Ginger,” her dad answered as he started filling out the permission slip.

“THANK YOU DAD! I promise I’ll do my best and stick with y/n and Vash!” Ginger replied. She then ran up to you and Vash and pulled the both of you into a hug. You couldn’t help but smile at her gesture. She then let go and went to her dad.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she called out and waved. You waved back as her dad closed the door. You were about to say something but noticed Vash was holding his heart and getting teary eye.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah, just appreciating how wholesome that was,” he explained as you smiled. You then patted his shoulder and looked at the door.

“They all are, the world needs more of that. Come on, lets clock out,” you told him and began gathering your things. Thankfully you and Vash were the last ones to leave the daycare.

The days went by quickly as the staff was preparing everything for the zoo trip. You and Liz made sure there were enough snacks and drinks for the day, while Vash consulted with the parents on medications and items the kids would need. The day off, the staff gathered at the entrance of the zoo while the parents reminded the kids to behave before dropping them off. All the kids were excited and gathered around the staff.

“Okay everyone, before we enter the zoo we gotta remember a few things. One, We stick together. All of us are going to follow the buddy system. Vash, y/n, and I will watch you, but we need you to be together. So we’ll be doing head counts. Two, if there’s an emergency or something happens, you need to tell one of us. Three, we stick to the schedule. If there’s something you want to see we’ll get to it, but we need to be patient. Is that clear?” Liz asked.

“Yes Liz!” the kids said.

“Okay, now let’s have fun!” Liz finished as the kids cheered. Liz led the kids up front while you stayed in the middle, and Vash was by the end of the line. All of you agreed this was the best to keep watch since Vash was the fastest runner and Liz was a frequent visitor of the zoo. You started off with taking the zoo’s train system to reach the interactive garden. The kids were beyond excited to ride it and would point out the different places that caught their attention. Once the train stopped, you only had to walk a little bit until you made it to your destination with a zoo staff member waiting for your group.

“Hi everyone! I’ll be your guide! Are you ready to see some animals?” he asked as the kids cheered.

“Then follow me! And if you all behave, you can feed some of them too!” he added as the kids were jumping up and down. The guide led you inside to see some of the squirrel monkeys first. The kids were captivated as they watched the monkey climb the tree to eat some fruit or hold on to another monkey as they travelled. The guide then escorted your group to see the flamingos splash around or flap their wings as the kids were entertained. Next, the guide led you to the bird room where all kinds of birds were flying around.

“Okay, in this room you can feed the birds if you like. Anyone want to give it a try?” the guide asked. A few of the kids were hesitant, but you figured you would go along with some of your kids who stuck with you. The guide gave you and your kids some bird feed and asked you to stay still. A yellow and green parakeet landed on your shoulder while a few more parakeets landed on the kids as they giggled or gasped. You then raised the cup of food to the bird as it started eating away. Then two birds flew to you, one landed on top of your head, while the other one landed on your other shoulder. You couldn’t help but giggle as they did this. Vash was staring at you and how much fun you were having. He wished he could have captured this moment as he loved to see you happy. Meanwhile, Liz was taking photos of the kids and staff at each area.

“I want to feed one!” Zac asked.

“Me too! It looks so much fun!” Eri added.

Eventually the kids joined in on the fun as you went back to the staff.

“Had fun?” Liz asked.

“Yes! They kinda tickle when they move around,” you mentioned.

“Vash you’re volunteering at the next one. No take backs,” Liz added.

“Wait why?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied coyly.

The guide then took everyone to the butterfly room. You were in awe of the place with so many colorful butterflies flying all over the place. The guide then asked for volunteers to walk in as Liz pointed at Vash. Vash’s group pulled him forward as you watched him slightly stumble inside. As soon as he steadied himself, multiple butterflies were landing on him from his hair, shoulders, and hands. His group was ooing and aahing at the sight. The minute you looked at him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Him with the butterflies made him look so ethereal. You didn’t think he could get any prettier until now. A pink blush dusted your cheeks the longer you stared at him. Liz caught on and took a picture of him and the kids who started walking in. You snapped out of your thoughts as your group led you inside. Once they stopped pulling you, you needed to regain your balance.

“I got you,” Vash said as he steadied you by grabbing your arm. You felt yourself get hot with how close he was and the way he was looking at you.

“Thanks Vash,” you said as you looked away.

“Y/n, can you hold still?” he asked. You were confused but stayed in place as you heard a *click* You then looked at Vash and saw he was taking a picture.

“Sorry, about that, I wanted to capture this,” he explained and showed a picture of you with a butterfly that landed on the side of your hair. You actually liked how it turned out and looked at him.

“Could you send that to me when you have the chance? I like that picture,” you asked as he nodded. Then another butterfly landed on your nose. You were startled a bit, but you smiled as it slowly flapped its wings.

The guide led you to more places to see bears, hippos, kangaroos, giraffes, cranes, gorillas, and aquatic life. Eventually it was lunch time and the guide led you to the picnic area to rest and eat before seeing the lions and reptiles.

You made sure everyone was accounted for before sitting at one of the large tables. You sat in the middle between Eri and Mona.

“I'm having so much fun! I can’t wait to see the lion next!” Eri spoke.

“Me too! I want to visit the garden again the next time I come here. Are you having fun y/n?” Mona asked.

“Oh I’m sure y/n is having fun,” Eri commented with a smirk growing on her face.

“Girls, I’m having fun knowing you’re having fun. Besides, are you both excited to see the lions?” you asked after taking a bite of your lunch

“Yes, and the lizard room too!” Mona added.

“Well eat what you can. We’re heading straight over once we’re done,” you told them.

After everyone settled down from lunch, the guide led you to where the lions and tiger were as the boys were excited. The girls looked around and cooed at the ones that had babies or rolled over. One of the lions roared as the guys were amazed to hear them that loudly. Some of the girls hid behind you or covered their ears. You, Liz, and Vash made sure to comfort them as the lions walked around in their den. Finally, your guide was leading you to the reptile room. Before you could walk in, Liz stopped you and pointed to the back of the line. 

“You’re needed, I’ll cover your groups,” she said before walking in. You turned around to see Ginger holding on to Vash and started walking to them.

“Hey y/n, she’s a bit nervous. She wanted to talk to you,” Vash said as you crouched down to Ginger’s level.

“Hey Ginger, you okay? We’re right here,” you told her.

“I won’t go in unless you two are by my side,” she said looking distraught.

“Okay, we’ll be by your side, right Vash?” you asked.

“Yeah, we won’t go anywhere without you,” he comforted her. Ginger looked at the both of you and then grabbed your hand and Vash’s hand.

“I’ll only go in if we do this. It makes me feel better,” she added with a determined face. You then looked at Vash who then patted her head with a small smile

“Okay, if it helps I don’t mind,” he told her. You then smiled at Ginger and gave her hand a small squeeze.

“Ready to go in? I promise I won’t let go,” you told her as she nodded. The three of you walked hand in hand into the room. Ginger was doing pretty well as she got to enjoy seeing the lizards move around or blend into their surroundings. You managed to catch up to your group as they were about to enter the area with snakes. You told Liz that the three of you can wait for them. As your group moved forward, you managed to find an area where the turtles were swimming. Ginger’s face lit up as you were happy that she was enjoying herself.

“Y/n, Vash, thanks for doing this for me. I’m sorry we can’t join the others. I wish I wasn’t afraid of snakes,” Ginger said looking at you both.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize. All that matters is you’re having fun at the zoo,” Vash told her.

“Yeah, besides I prefer seeing this over the snakes,” you mentioned. Ginger smiled and asked to walk around more as she got excited seeing the turtles come up and rest on the rocks. Ten minutes later, your group came out from the snake area and you joined them. The tour was finally over as your guide led you outside and back to the entrance.

“What do you say to the tour guide?” Liz asked.

“Thank you for today!” the kids said while waving him goodbye. You could see that some of the parents were waiting for you as you walked closer to them. One by one the kids were getting picked up and waving goodbye. When you saw Ginger’s dad, Ginger let go of your hand and faced you and Vash.

“I had so much fun because of you two! I can’t thank you enough!” Ginger spoke and then hugged you and Vash by your legs.

“We’re just glad you got to enjoy the zoo,” you told her as Vash agreed.

“Well, I gotta go. Thank you again! See you next week!” Ginger waved as she ran to her dad who also waved at you both. 

“You did good,” Vash commented as he looked at you.

“You did too, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t help convince her dad,” you mentioned.

“Then let’s settle with the fact we make a good team,” he suggested.

“That I can agree with,” you replied flashing a smile. 

“Good work you two, we didn’t have any accidents or lose any of them. Did you both still had fun?” Liz came up to you both as you both agreed.

“Then I’ll see you both next week. Get home safe, and I’ll print the pictures out when I can,” Liz waved off as she headed to her car.

“Ready to head home?” Vash asked.

“Ready when you are, my legs are tired after today,” you told him as he led you to your car.

Vash drove you to your place and walked you up to your apartment as usual. Before you could say goodbye Vash brought up something.

“Hey, this might be a little cheesy, but remember how you said you liked my playlist?” Vash said.

“Yeah what about it?” you asked.

“I made you a playlist of some songs I think you might like. I figured since you like to go to cafes or go to some places for some down time, you can listen to it. I sent you a link,” Vash continued as he looked away shyly.

You felt your phone vibrate and saw his message. You clicked on the link and saw the playlist he curated for you.

“You remembered? That’s so sweet of you! No one’s made me playlist like this before. Thanks Vash!” you commented.

“No problem, let me know what you think when you listen to it,” he said.

“Of course! Oh, before you go, do you mind if we continue playing House of Ashes if you’re free this weekend?” you asked.

“Yeah I’d love that! Does tomorrow at 6 work for you?” he asked.

“That’s perfect,” you told him. Vash then engulfed you in a hug as you hugged him back.

“Drive safe, and see you tomorrow,” you told him and waved. He waved back and made his way to his car. You then went inside your apartment and laid on your couch recounting the day. You then felt your phone vibrate as you got a message from Liz.

“A sneak peak of the photos. Enjoy~” it read. You then saw she took pictures of the kids having fun. But the last two pictures were of you in the parrot room and of Vash in the butterfly room. You instantly blushed at his picture as your heart raced. You then clicked on that picture and assigned it to Vash’s contact info as you looked forward to him messaging you later.

@marydragneell​

[meringuecream7]

Library Portal Chapter 8: Eat Us and Drink Me

Plot: The trio end up in a hall with puzzling food

Genre: Fantasy

Charlotte, Elijah, and Paige stumbled to an empty hall, filled with nothing. Nothing, except for a little door.

I wonder what’s inside, Charlotte thought as she ran to the door.

She tried to open it, but the door stayed locked. That’s strange, she thought to herself. I thought that this door was a pull one. Maybe it’s a push door?

Charlotte thrust her hand to open the little door, but it wasn’t the push door either.

“Come on, door!” she said to it. “I want to see what it looks like.”

The door stayed silent. Charlotte peeped through its keyhole. Inside was a carnival full of fun and games! People are talking on and on.

“What’cha lookin’ at?” asked Paige, fluttering beside Charlotte.

“A carnival full of fun,” replied Charlotte.

“That sounds fun!” exclaimed Paige. “Lemme have a look.”

She peeped through the keyhole. “Wow! That is amazing!”

Elijah looked at the note. He squinted his eyes to take a full view.

“I’m a little door which needs a key to be opened,” he read aloud. “You’ll just have to drink these two beverages.”

He glanced at the table, where two bottles appeared out of nowhere. “Charlotte, Paige, come quickly.”

“What is it?” Charlotte and Paige asked in unison.

“These drinks mean something,” Elijah explained as he picked up the two bottles. “It says, ‘Drink Us!’.”

He turned to Charlotte and gave her the other bottle. “How about we test this out together?” he requested her. “I’m sure we’ll find something funny.”

“I’m thinking that something weird is gonna happen to us,” Charlotte said in a concerned tone, “but let’s do it. Bottoms up!”

They clinked the bottles together and drank the juice. Then, a rumble emerged inside Elijah’s stomach.

“Okay, I take it back,” he protested as he began shrinking. “I’m sorry… for making… a… stupid… choice.”

“Me… too,” Charlotte added as she began to shrink down.

Charlotte and Elijah ended up being the size of a mouse. No, not the size of a mouse, the size of Paige. They were the size of Paige. Paige flew above them.

“Hiya, Charlotte! You too, Elijah!” she greeted. “It’s nice to have fairy friends for me!”

“We’re shrunk,” Charlotte reminded her.

“Oh, right,” Paige said as she began scratching her pink, fairy-dust hair. “My mistake. Because you drank the bottles, yes?”

Elijah and Charlotte nodded.

“Well, that means,” Paige began as she swooped up the table, “that door is locked! But don’t fret, a key is waiting for you.”

“A key?!” Elijah and Charlotte exclaimed in both surprise and excitement. “That’s spectacular!”

“But the key is on top of the table,” Paige reminded them as a key appeared out of nowhere, sitting on the table. “So what I’m doing is… getting it for ya!”

She flew up to the table and began to lift the key, but the key was too heavy for her.

“A little help?” she asked them.

Charlotte and Elijah look up. The table is so tall.

“Now that is a long way up,” gulped Elijah.

“But we can still manage to reach up!” smiled Charlotte as she climbed on top of Elijah.

“What are your thoughts? Doing?!” Elijah asked.

“Getting on top of the table,” answered Charlotte as she climbed to its glass leg.

She was about to reach the top, but the glass was too slippery for her she fell down, to Elijah.

“Got on top of the table, huh?” he asked skeptically.

Charlotte smiled sheepishly. Then, a box appeared in front of them. Elijah opened the box. It contained a cake, with its marzipan letters read, “EAT ME!” Elijah confidentially cut the cake in half and gave it to Charlotte.

“Now let’s see what this cake does,” he proclaimed as he took a bite, which Charlotte did with him.

The magic of the cake makes them grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger! They reached to their normal size.

“The magic of the cake is working!” Charlotte exclaimed happily.

However, she was wrong; the magic made them bigger and bigger until their heads reached the ceiling.

“Ouch!” Charlotte shouted as she rubbed her head.

Then, Charlotte looked at the table, smiled confidentially, and took it. “Piece of cake!” she exclaimed.

Elijah looked at her and giggled. Then, they looked at the bottles, reached for them, and drank them until they were the size of Paige again. Paige saw the juice of the bottle, smiled and drank it. Then, she was even tinier. Charlotte and Elijah glance at her and guffaw loudly.

“Hey!” shouted Paige. “This isn’t funny!”

“Well to us it is!” laughed Charlotte. “Now come on, we have a place to enter!”

With that, she placed the key onto the keyhole, pushed it open, and went with Elijah and Paige.

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[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 191 Trivia

I (still) can't believe this is my first trivia chapter but here we go I guess!

We start with a nice reminder from the power team that you've got to be pretty close to activate a medusa, not just within earshot of it. It really raises the stakes since they can't all just yell in unison (an interesting thing to test when they get the chance...)

This distance is about 10,000km. As a note, Japan seems to be only 8,500km away which means anyone there would probably have gotten petrified anyways... 

Joel calls them as requested, only to be told "activate the medusa or we're all dead." The last message the Kingdom of Science had received was to fix the medusa and keep radio silence, and now they find out their friends are either dead or dying.

Yuzuriha probably realizes that Taiju is already dead here.

In case this chapter wasn't painful enough already, we also have a callback to chapter 83 when Senku needed to kill Tsukasa to save him.

I have a strong feeling Yo is yelling "UEII" here which is pretty funny given he just got shot.

Nikki's motivational speeches persist even in the dire times; the mark of a good leader perhaps? She also points out that dying could mean the end, not that it definitely will be. Have hope! (Note: I later checked out the UEI, and unfortunately he is not yelling his last name :( it is just “ouch”.)

Moz disappears for 24 chapters only to reappear for combat. I guess he's not much of a fan of doing science, much less hanging out with the others!

Notice how he's still using his spear kudayari-style, though the pipe part might be missing? (and why didn't they confiscate his weapon? Or any of their weapons?)

Homura and Moz finally team up! Both of Hyoga's friends seem to work together well (that, or Homura is used to spear-users.)

And check out those keys, are those tassels made of the same stuff as Stan's fluffy outfit? They're also big & flat, maybe Brody is bad with fiddly devices?

Kinro and Kirisame, together! This chapter really fed us with the fun pairs of Corn City.

Kinro seems to be blocking the Americans from getting to the keys using his body, but look! Kirisame's also got her thrown weapons! She must've thrown that pretty hard for it to move his hand.

Once again, the power of Magma is needed for the KoS. I'm impressed he remembered how to use the keys when before this there was no need for keys or locks. I'm also curious about how he opened it since he was on top of it... And what do you suppose is kept in those boxes in the safe, ammo perhaps?

Brody was deemed most likely pacifist of the group, but that apparently didn't mean he wouldn't kill. Note the others were shot in the torso, but he'd shot Homura in the arm instead. He seems genuinely upset that he'd had to do this.

Doesn't make what happened any nicer though.

Reaching for the medusa in this exact pose and getting petrified seems to be a running theme, along with losing an arm trying to do it... 

There’s no gap in the safe's opening, Joel's arm is probably completely severed, and stuck between the lock bolts on top of it.

Also it’s confirmed that Joel was drinking bourbon! I was correct about the whiskey guess from a few days ago! (As was mentioned in the tags, juice would have been a lot funnier though lol)

Speaking of lock bolts, I can't tell if they're meant to be centered or not...

I guess the world is getting petrified again. I cant tell if Joel's watch radio had an on-off button or if they just perfectly timed one of Whyman's calls. I thought the signals only came once a day or so but maybe they're more frequent?

Extra Comments

This isn't a fact as must as a theory, but I can see one of two things happening with the beam:

- Either it doesn't reach the whole world, and runs out of battery beforehand (unsure how this would be checked given the distance between California and Japan is smaller than the distance from California to Araxá)...

- Or it does cover the whole world, and Whyman had actually activated all of those extra medusas found in chapter 180 right after one another to make sure that everyone was petrified, sending a beam out per medusa in the pile. Talk about overkill.

[cyarskaren52]

thanksgiving Day is next week! If you have some ideas for a good meal plan just don’t bring these items to the table

FOOD

17 Dishes You BET NOT Bring to a Black Thanksgiving

You'll be better off bringing paper plates than potato salad with raisins.

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Kalyn Womack

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There are more than a dozen things that are off the table (or should be kept off the table) when it comes to what to bring to Thanksgiving. Or rather...a Black Thanksgiving.

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I don’t know what the white folks do over there but over here? We eat sweet potato pies, not pumpkin pies. We eat mac n’ cheese without breadcrumbs. We’d also rather you make one item in its classic recipe versus making it into a casserole.

Black folks stick to the same menu every year and it hasn’t budged for decades now. 

If you’re debating on what to bring to Thanksgiving this year, check out this list of 17 things not to bring. And remember: when in doubt, bring the liquor. 

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Green Bean Casserole

Amongst the several polls I sent out requesting ideas for this list, this abomination was at the top. The only acceptable form of green beans is with smoked turkey neck and potatoes. Why is it a trend to make this a casserole?

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Mashed Potatoes

This may be debatable, but trust...you’ll never find this in my household. We have other things to hold gravy. Enter: rice, dressing, and of course, turkey.

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Potato Salad with Raisins

Matter fact, keep anything you got with raisins in it. Keep ya potato salad, ya pasta salad, macaroni salad and the criminal attempt at a pan of macaroni and cheese if it has raisins. You must do time over this.

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Pumpkin Things

I don’t have anything against pumpkins for the rest of the Fall/Autumn season, but on Thanksgiving? This is strictly a sweet potato household. If I bite into a pie and it’s pumpkin, we might have to fight.

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Creamed Spinach

Why? You’re better of bringing artichoke dip for us to snack on while we wait for the food. No one is putting this on their plate.

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Brussels Sprouts

There’s a specific selection of vegetables that are Thanksgiving-friendly and Brussels sprouts ain’t on the list, sweetheart. Now...if you know how to make them Capital Grille style, you can bring me a pan ;)

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Canned Greens

Since I was a child, I sat in the kitchen snapping green beans and watching my grandmother clean the collards. You think I don’t know the difference between fresh and canned vegetables? Go head...take the risk of being embarrassed by the shady banter of the entire family if you cut corners and bring canned greens.

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Boxed Gravy 

Again, we can tell the difference. There are too many leftover greases and turkey juices for you to not be able to make a gravy. Leave that flavorless roux home.

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Fruit Cake

The main desserts include pie, cobblers, banana pudding and maybe a pound cake. If you walk in with a fruit cake, you will also leave with that fruit cake.

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Sugar- or Gluten-Free Sweets

Speaking of desserts, we like sugar. We embrace gluten. Even if you’re trying to be conscious of the one guest who has a dietary restriction, please let the rest of us enjoy ourselves.

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Beyond Meats

On any other day, I will embrace vegan alternatives. But please don’t play with my pork chops and turkey wings.

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Gelatin-Based Oddities

We’re wayyy past that odd 1980s moment when everything edible was put in gelatin. Leave it alone, babes..unless it’s Jell-O shots. Those are always welcome.

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Ambrosia

I just learned that this unicorn vomit had a name. That being said, don’t you even dare.

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Soup

Why?

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Broccoli-Cheddar Whatever

I get it. Tis’ the season to embrace all variations of broccoli-cheddar dishes. But do us a favor and leave your go-to lunch food in the fridge.

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Spaghetti

Are you crazy? Your kids have been eating spaghetti for the past week and that’s what you bring to the feast of feasts?!

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Whatever You Know You’re Not In Charge Of...

Every family has the one relative they can count on for a prominent Thanksgiving dish. If Mama makes the mac n’ cheese every year, please don’t consider this your moment to play Hell’s Kitchen. You will lose.

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[howyoutalktostrangers]

So,

Looks like I've been neglecting my book promotion duties.

This afternoon I stopped by Volume One Bookstore in Duncan to pick up my latest Bosch novel, and while I was getting rung through at the till I decided to inquire about whether they'd be interested in stocking The Ballad of Shuswap Joe. I told the woman at the register I was a local author, and that I had a bunch of boxes full of books sitting neglected in my office.

"What publisher are you with?" she asked. "Can I look it up?"

"Oh, it's actually just self-published." I said sheepishly. "But it was in the local newspaper last year."

"And what's your book called?"

I told her the title, and had to spell out "Shuswap" for her as she entered it into the computer. While she was typing, her coworker was passing by and overheard us talking.

"Oh, you must be Will Johnson," she said, coming over.

"How did you know that?"

"Well, we had some requests for your book but we didn't know how to contact you. We figured you'd show up sooner or later."

Sure enough, they pulled up some requests on their computer screen. According to their log, multiple people had contacted them about acquiring a copy over 200 days ago — right around the time our article appeared in the Cowichan Valley Citizen. As we chatted, I mentioned that a couple of bookstores in Salmon Arm were currently selling them.

"Right, Lloyd told me about that."

"Lloyd?""Lloyd from the Bookingham Palace."

"Wow, it really is a small world."

She shrugged and smiled. "We're booksellers. That's how it is."

As it turned out, she'd heard all about my book signing last summer. I asked whether it might be possible to do something like that locally, and she gave me the information necessary to arrange that with their events coordinator — pointing out that Saturdays are best, because that's when the farmer's market is on. She told me to come back with a few copies to get the ball rolling.

It's been a while since I've thought about my Shuswap Joe project, partially because I wasn't sure if anyone outside of the Adams River geographical area would even be interested in my larger than life folklore hero. But even getting this tiny boost of encouragement was enough to feel the creative juices start flowing again. I still believe in him as a character, this historical bootlegger / lumberjack. Nothing makes my brain come alive with magic more than his story, ever since us rafting guides conjured him out of nothing in the summer of 2018.

"So you'll bring in a few copies?"

"You know," I said. "I think I'll do exactly that."

The Literary Goon

[fangirl-writes]

Enemies to Lovers

JJ Maybank x Reader

Requested by anon: Hey babe 🤭 i want to request a jj x reader but if you have too much stuff to work on it's ok, you can just ignore it :)

JJ and reader aren't the best of friends (kind of an enemies to lovers), one day they're on the boat and she falls to the water but she doesn't know how to swim and jj jumps to save her. Ver cliché and i love it lol then their relationship changes a bit, and eventually it becomes romantic.

Warning(s): near-drowning, swearing, arguing, underage drinking, etc.

Notes: This is super cute and I love cliché too, don't worry. I hope you enjoy :) I made it take place in the first episode of the first season and the last episode of Season 2 because I thought it would work the best. Enjoy!!!

It wasn’t that you and JJ hated each other...

Well, okay, yeah, it kind of was. You’d been this way since third grade when you both became friends with John B. and were practically fighting for his attention. 

It intensified tenfold when you moved in with your grandmother, who was a kook, after your parents moved out of outer banks when a better job came along.

You promised them that if they let you stay in outer banks in the summers, you’d go to school where they lived the rest of the year.

To say that put a strain on your already bad relationship with a certain Pogue was putting it lightly.

“Hello, gentleman and JJ.” You greeted them as they pulled the HMS Pogue up to the dock where you and Kie were waiting for them.

“Don’t start,” John B. chided and you simply rolled your eyes.

JJ glared at you and Pope elbowed him in the side.

You got along fine with everyone else. They understood your predicament and still considered you a Pogue despite your non-Pogue status. Hell, if they did they were hypocrites because Kiara was technically a kook, if you want to look at it from a financial standpoint.

“Got some juice boxes?” John B. asked, jokingly, gesturing towards the cooler that Kiara was carrying.

“Oh, you know,” She replied, playing along. “Just some yogurts, carrot sticks.”

“How about my kind of juice box?” JJ asked, making a swipe for the cooler that Kie swings out of his reach as she steps on the boat, using the blonde’s shoulder for leverage.

“Yeah,” She popped off the lid, revealing a case full of Coronas, and handed them out to each of you as John B. drove the boat away from the dock.

“Salud.”

“Skoal.”

It was the morning after the hurricane and a much needed time away from everything. Besides, the waters were fresh and no one else would be out today.

“My grandma has invited everyone over for lunch when we’re done here,” You said, plopping yourself down next to Pope as John B. drove off.

“We don’t need her charity,” JJ said, crossing his arms.

“Sorry, let me rephrase.” You replied, annoyed. “Everyone but JJ is invited for lunch.”

JJ flipped you the bird and you rolled your eyes.

The two of you argued over the stupidest shit ever. Who could catch a bigger wave, who could hold their alcohol better, whether or not Scooby-Doo was the best cartoon ever created. And you prodded him about his hair, his weed, his dirt-bike, how he smelled after a hot day, anything you could find to insult him about, you did (and vice versa).

It drove the other Pogues crazy. You were almost as bad as Sarah and Kiara.

You kept mostly towards the center of the boat, sitting by the driver’s seat where John B. was. You were wary of the water, having never learned to swim.

Of course, growing up in outer banks you would have thought you’d have learned at some point, but nope. You were probably the only one in the whole state of North Carolina who couldn’t swim.

Nobody gave you a hard time about it, though, not even JJ. Which you were thankful for.

“Pope, take the wheel, I need a beer.” John B. said, trading places with Pope and joining the group.

“Let me show you a party trick,” JJ announced, getting up from his seat.

All the Pogues laughed good naturedly and watched him go.

“Terrifying,” Kiara said with a smile.

“Hey, Pope, can you go a little faster, please?” JJ asked, setting himself up at the head of the boat.

“Oh god.” Pope replied.

“Here we go, I’m moving,” John B. said, moving the stand behind Pope at the drivers seat. “We’ve tried this like six thousand times.”

“I got this!” JJ replied, nonchalantly. “It’s gonna work!”

“You’re gonna kill yourself,” You told him.

“No way, I’m a master, watch and learn.” He said.

You rolled your eyes.

He placed one foot on the landing and raised the beer bottle up, his mouth hanging open.

Of course, all of the beer missed his mouth and splashed onto the boat and all of you.

"Oh my god, you’re getting beer in my hair.” Kiara complained.

Both Pope and John B. began vetoing his actions, shouting and telling him to stop and JJ being JJ didn’t listen, just kept letting the beer soak his face.

“JJ, quit it!” You said, getting up and grabbing his arm.

Just as you did that the boat hit something, sending you and JJ tumbling into the water.

JJ resurfaced immediately, groaning something about his heels touching the back of his head. The rest of the Pogues checking on each other and making sure no one was hurt.

“Y/N, you good?”

Silence.

“Y/N? Oh, god, Y/N’s in the water!”

Everyone began panicking looking around the boat to try to see you.

Before anyone else could even think of jumping in, JJ was already gone, diving into the murky water to find you.

You couldn’t see much between the water and the sudden throbbing in your head. Your senses were cut off and you had a hard time regaining awareness.

You could faintly hear your name being called and your vision was slowly darkening, air running out. You began losing consciousness.

Before everything went dark, you saw a figure swimming towards you. Was that...JJ?

JJ swam towards you as fast as he could, your body sinking faster with every second. Small panic began to rise in his chest as he swam to you, hoping, praying, with everything he had that he was able to get to you in time.

You were already knocked out, he couldn’t let you drown. Not because he did something this stupid. Not ever. He couldn’t lose you. 

He reached you, finally. He wrapped an arm around your waist and started swimming to the surface.

It was difficult with your dead weight, but he refused to give up. His muscles burned, but he was almost there.

The Pogues let out shouts of relief when he broke the surface, quickly taking you from JJ’s arms and laying you out on the boat floor.

“Fuck, anyone know CPR?” John B. asked.

“Don’t look at me, bro, I don’t have any spare breath.” JJ said, joining the group from the water. 

“I do, I do,” Kiara said, pushing the boys aside. “I was a lifeguard for a few years.”

Kiara began pressing against your chest.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. All the way to thirty.

Nothing.

“Come on, Y/N.”

“Come on, Y/N, don’t give up on us.”

“Pull through, honey, come on.”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five-

You coughed, a concerning amount of water spilling from your mouth as you opened your eyes.

Everyone let out sighs and laughs of relief as you sat up and heaved, filling your lungs with much deserved air.

“Holy fuck.” You said after a minute.

That caused a round of laughs from everyone.

“Are you okay?” John B. asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

“Lost my beer, though,” JJ complained, leaning on his knees.

You caught his eye and he seemed to soften, almost like relief had washed over him.

“Congrats, JJ.” John B. replied, sarcastically.

“Guys...” Pope interrupted, looking out at the water. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

****

“JJ, where are you taking me?” You asked as he pulled you along by your wrist.

“You, Y/N/N, are going to learn to swim because I’m not saving your ass again.”

“Charming.” You replied with a scowl.

It was a keg-party night. After all that had happened, it was a way to act as “normal” as possible. If at all possible.

JJ had dragged you away from a particularly interesting touron who was telling you about his family’s beach house in California and why they came to NC instead.

“I can’t swim, jackass, you know that.” You said, feeling all the more anxious as he dragged you along.

“Yes, I know that, that’s why I’d be teaching you.”

You frowned. “You? With me? In the water? Are you sure you’re not just trying to drown me?”

JJ scoffed. “Jesus, I’m not that bad of a guy, I don’t know why you hate me.”

You ripped your wrist from his hold. “Me? Are you fucking serious? You’re the one who’s been treating me like shit since I got back.”

He didn’t say anything else just huffed and continued walking. You followed despite your better judgement.

You felt stupid coming all the way out here. Surely it would only lead to a fight and you really didn’t want that, especially after everything that had happened after you found that boat.

You thought you were going to lose it when JJ and John B. hung off the side of that motel, so very nearly caught.

You’d hugged them both when they got back to the boat, but you and JJ went right back to bickering when he whipped out the money and the gun he’d swiped from the room.

You stopped, nearly running into JJ, when you reached a dock, one of the only ones left after the hurricane.

“This looks like a good spot.” JJ said.

The anxiety had settled itself in your stomach and you started to feel sick. “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded. “Course! I’ve been swimming my whole life, you couldn’t have a better teacher.”

“I could think of a few.”

He stuck his tongue out at you and you smiled unconsciously.

Even though the two of you argued all the time, you were still friends and would do anything for each other. Sometimes is was hard to remember that.

JJ peeled off his shirt and you avoided looking at him, a small blush you hoped he couldn’t see crossing your face.

You heard the sound of him splashing in the water and looked over.

He was about waist deep in the water, his shirt, shoes, and socks laying on the beach. “Come on, let’s do this.”

You gulped. “I don’t know...”

“Y/N.”

You looked over at him.

“I won’t let you drown.”

You believed him, if not just for the fact that he’d already saved you once. But, even though you’d say you didn’t, you trusted him.

With a heavy sigh, you began to strip down to your suit.

You waded into the water, gripping JJ’s hand tightly as the water got higher on your body, about waist deep. All the farther you usually went.

“We’re gonna go deeper now, okay?” He said.

You nodded tightening your hold on his hands.

He moved backwards slowly and you followed him, only stopping when the water was at your shoulders.

“When we move back, we’re not going to be able to touch the sand anymore, okay? Are you okay with that?”

If you weren’t so scared, you’d have been endeared by how considerate and soft he was being with you.

You nodded again. “Yeah, yeah, okay...”

You both moved deeper into the water and you nearly panicked when you felt the drop off.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” JJ released on of your hands to hold your face and make you look at him. “I got you. Put your hands on my shoulders and I’m gonna hold your waist, okay?”

You did as he instructed.

“Start kicking your feet a little okay? It’ll help keep you afloat. See my legs? Do what I’m doing?”

“Okay, okay,” You began kicking and soon you were bobbing slowly in the water with him, the waves softly licking your neck. “This isn’t so bad.”

JJ smiled. “Think you can let go?”

You latched on to him, tightly. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He laughed. “Okay, okay, let’s try a different approach.”

With you clinging to him, he walked back over to the shallows where you could touch again.

You detached yourself from him and stood back unsteadily on the sand.

“You’ll have to learn to float first. You’ve seen all of us do it right? Where we lay on our backs?”

You nodded.

“Okay, I want you to try it. I’ll hold your back while you lay down, so even if you do it wrong you can’t sink.”

You smiled shakily back at him, and JJ coached you, encouraging you to relax and breathe deeply as you laid back in the water.

“See?” He said, his hand barely touching your back as you floated. “You’re doing great.”

“This isn’t so bad,” You replied.

You could feel his eyes skimming your body as you floated there. You didn’t say anything, but filed it away as information for later. A confirmation that he found you at least a little attractive instead of completely repulsive.

“Are you ready to try floating on your belly?” he asked, and you nodded.

JJ helped you right yourself, and then put his hands on the your chest and belly as you leaned forward. Tensing, your back arched to keep your head far above the water.

“I’m not sure about this anymore,” You said.

“Relax.” JJ said, “Spread out like you were before, the water will hold you, and I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen.”

He had you concentrate on taking deep breaths a minute before you were ready to take the plunge.

Surprisingly, once you did it, it didn’t seem so bad.

“You’re doing great, for a Land-Pogue.” JJ said, teasingly making you shake your head at him. “Now you’re gonna have to swim. I’ll still hold you, but start kicking your feet...”

You did quite well, swimming from one point to another where JJ would stand.

“Great! Now we’re gonna try a challenge. I’m gonna go a little further out and you’re gonna close your eyes and try to swim to me under the water.”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know...”

“What, Land-Pogue, you don’t think you can do it?”

“No!” You snapped in reply. “I just...I don’t know! Let’s just do it already!”

Huffily, you closed your eyes and crossed your arms.

A few seconds passed and you could hear him moving around in the water. “Okay, try to find me!”

You took a deep breath, plunging beneath the waves and opening your eyes. You spotted him about ten feet away from you, also submerged in the water, his blond hair floating around him. He waved at you and you began to swim towards him.

You tried to focus on his face or his necklace floating around in the water instead of looking at his chest or the way his shorts were floating around a certain area. It was harder than you thought and you hated it.

You grabbed his shoulders with both hands when you reached him and the two of you pushed up to the surface.

“Awesome! You’re doing really great.” JJ praised.

The sun was setting behind him, creating a halo of orange light around his head and making him look like a Greek god. 

You blushed. “Thanks.”

Feeling your legs tire, you stopped kicking and lowered to reach the sand, only to not feel it beneath you.

You gasped. “JJ!”

He grabbed your waist, righting you.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t go further out!” You shouted, moving closer to him again, heart pounding.

“Sorry, but you were doing so well! You don’t need the shallows as support.” He replied.

You sighed. “I’m just tired. My body doesn’t get this kind of exercise much.”

JJ smiled. “You don’t have to be an Olympic swimmer, but you can join us in the water during boat rides now.”

You smiled back, softening your grip on his shoulders to wrap them lazily around his neck. He still had a loose hold on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you relaxed.

You were nearly nose to nose and you could see the softness in his pretty blue eyes that were glowing in the sunset light. They shifted to glance down at your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again, something in them almost asking for permission.

Almost instinctively, you began moving forward.

He did the same and you were nearly there before you leaned back, coming back into your head.

“We should head back.” You said, looking down at the water that was swishing between you.

“Oh...” He sounded disappointed. “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. They’ll be wondering about us...”

****

Fuck this. You thought ducking as the guy with the fucking machete swiped at you. If you ever saw Ward Cameron again, you were going to punch him until you broke his punk ass nose.

“Y/N!”

JJ jumped on the guy’s back, trying to disarm him. He rammed his elbow into JJ’s shoulder, knocking him off.

“Kie!” You called.

She turned in time to duck under the guy’s swipe with the knife only for the swing to finish coming around and knock JJ in the face.

You watched as his eyes fell up and his body careened over the side of the railing, falling heavily into the water below.

“JJ!” You screamed, diving in after him immediately as Kiara kicked the machete guy in the chest, knocking him over.

“Y/N!” She cried. “JJ!”

You were holding him, his unconscious body so light in the water he floated in.

“Come on, JJ, wake up, please wake up.” You pleaded, turning him over so his face was above the water, he immediately became heavier. “Please, please, please, I can’t lose you.”

You heard a splash beside you and Kiara had jumped into the water.

“Shit, JJ.” She said, swimming over to help you hold him.

“Come on, JJ, stay with me,” You pleaded again, holding him and kicking your legs with all your might.

“I didn’t even know you could swim,” Kiara said, grabbing one side off JJ.

“Later.” You replied, holding onto him tightly. “God, come on, J, stay with me.”

“John B.’s coming,” Kiara said, somewhat desperately. “John B.’s coming, okay.”

You weren’t sure if she was reassuring you or herself, but you hoped to god it was true. You weren’t a strong swimmer and Kiara couldn’t hold both of you up, but, God, you’d gladly drown if it meant JJ could live.

That realization was hitting you hard, but you could barely think about how much you loved him when you were trying so hard to just keep him alive.

You could hear a boat’s engine not far away.

“John B.!” Kiara yelled. “Help!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You whispered, feeling your legs beginning to ache.

Numerous shouts of JJ’s names were heard and you felt immense relief as you saw John B., Pope, Sarah, and Cleo heading over to you with the boat.

There was a slew of commotion as you got him into the boat as well as yourselves. It was mostly a blur of voices and actions and anxiety.

You practically clung to JJ as the boat began to take off a few feet before stalling out.

The others around you shouted and asked John B. what was going on with the boat, but you were only focused on the unconscious boy in front of you.

“We gotta go!” Someone shouted as you began to do chest compressions on JJ.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“I’m trying! Forward or backward?”

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

The engine sputtered as John B. yanked on it.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

“If everyone just tries to relax!”

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

“He’s pointing at us! Hurry!”

“We gotta go!”

Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five.

“I’m trying, okay?”

“Please wake up.” Kiara pleaded next to you, shaking JJ a bit.

Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.

The engine sputtered to life as you leaned down, pinching JJ’s nose and breathing into his mouth.

“JJ, wake up,” Kiara pleaded as the boat began moving.

You could feel his blood seeping into your hair as you breathed another puff of air before sitting up, preparing to do chest compressions again.

The blood flowing down the side of his head made your anxiety spike, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“J! Please! Please!” Kiara begged.

“Wake up.” John B. said next.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

“Please, get up!” She was sounding more desperate by the second.

“You gotta wake up.”

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen-

His eyes shot open, the water beginning to pour out of his mouth.

“There you go.” John B. said, relief flooding into his words. “Yeah, yeah, cough it out. Cough it out, baby.”

JJ was coughing, turning over on his side to let the remaining water leave his body.

“Hey, buddy, there you go,” Pope said. “Welcome to the land of the living dude.”

You let out a happy sigh of relieve and practically threw yourself onto him, hugging him tightly.

“Woah,” JJ said, gravely, looking around at his friends.

“Hi.” Kiara said, relief evident on her face.

“Sup?” JJ replied, slightly confused, wrapping his arms around your back to return the hug.

The reply got a round of tired laughs and you pulled away from the hug, leaning off of him so he could breath.

“Just always looking for attention, huh?” John B. joked.

“Whatever it take right?” JJ replied, playing with your fingers, feeling a little dizzy.

Kiara took a waded up cloth and pressed it against his bleeding head. “What the hell happened?”

“The blunt end of a machete.” Kie replied.

“Machete?” JJ said, sitting up straighter.

“The blunt end.” You reiterated, lacing your fingers with his.

“Next time, duck.” Cleo said.

“I’ll try to remember that next time, thanks.” JJ replied.

“Y/N, I didn’t even know you could swim.” John B. said.

“That’s what I said!” Kiara replied.

You laughed. “Yeah, well,” - JJ’s thumb was rubbing the back of your hand - “Somebody thought to teach me.”

Kiara and John B. shared a look, something secret and almost smug that they both understood.

Pope was looking back over at where they were pulling the cross back onto the ship. “This shit ain’t over.”

“No,” John B. replied somberly. “It ain’t.”

The group faded into a small silence as they drove their lifeboat away from the ship. And the gold. And the cross. And the Camerons.

But they were right. It wasn’t over.

When you reached land, the girls got out first, taking to laying themselves out on the sand while the boys heaved the boat onto the shore.

“Good job, guys,” Sarah said.

“Good job,” Kiara threw out too.

“JJ, you all right there, buddy?” John B. asked as you walked over to them.

“Yeah, still a little dizzy.” He replied, allowing you to move his hair aside to look at his wound. The blood had stopped, but he’d probably have a headache for god knows how long. “Okay, anybody know where we’re at?”

“Deserted beach. Unknown island.” Pope replied.

“I’ll take that as a no.” JJ said, watching as you sat down next to Kiara. “Plan A, huh, Pope? That went well.”

Morale was unshakably low.

“This is the lowest we can go.” Pope replied. “We literally have nothing else to lose. The cross, gone.”

“The gold, gone.” Sarah said.

“Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up, I’d say we’re at a dollar fifty.” JJ said.

You huffed a laugh.

“That’s more than I got on me,” Kiara said.

“That somehow doesn’t make me feel better.”

This conversation was a serious downer.

“Yeah, you’re right.” John B. said. “But I mean we’ve...” - he shrugged - “we’ve had some good stuff happen, right?”

Leave it to John Booker Routledge to see the silver lining.

“Name something.” Pope challenged.

“Um...” Him taking a moment to think was telling. “The boiler room.”

The looks he got were unconvinced.

“What? If the boiler didn’t explode, I wouldn’t have gotten away from Rafe. I couldn’t have gotten the Zodiac and gotten us out of here.”

“That wasn’t luck.” Cleo replied with a shake of her head. “That thing was gonna blow the second I stopped feeding it.”

“Stealing my thunder, Cleo...”

“Sorry.”

Note to self. You thought. New girl is a pessimist.

“Okay, Pope,” The boy in question looked over. “You’re related to Denmark Tanny.”

“And I lost all of his inheritance.”

God damn it, Pope.

“You know what?” John B. stood up, walking to look out at the water. “Guys, this is it. This is the Pogue life. We are in the Caribbean. It’s our own little slice of paradise.”

You shook your head. John Booker Routledge.

“With my best friends. With my family.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else.”

That was heartwarming.

“Look, and while you guys were complaining about every little thing...” John B. said, walking over to where JJ had been carving into a tree. “JJ.”

“Hm?”

He pointed at the water. “I was looking at those burly lefts.”

JJ grinned. “There’s some slabs out there.”

“Just a few.”

JJ observed the water while you observed him, quietly.

“Y/N, just learned to swim, ready to take it a step further?” John B. implored.

“I won’t rain on your parade but no thanks.” You replied.

JJ smiled, winking at you. “I could teach you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right.”

“Kie, you see that? I know you wanna get out.”

“No boards.” Kiara replied.

“Well, we can bodysurf till we make some boards.” John B. said.

“Lame.”

You nudged her.

“Pope? Come on, man.”

“They do look pretty tasty.”

Ah, “The Brain” experiences pleasure.

“Oh, yes, they do.” John B. said, feeling spirits lifting.

“There’s nobody around,” Pope said, standing. “We could squat here for a bit. Kind of belongs to us now, huh?”

“You got a point.”

“Six-way split?”

“Pogue-landia.” JJ said in a posh accent that made you laugh. “I claim thee Pogue-landia. I like the ring of it. I’m gonna make a flag. It’s gonna have a chicken on it, with a coconut bra, smoking a J, in crocs.”

That got the girls to laugh.

“I could use a J.”

“Can we vote on this?”

Everyone began talking but JJ was still staring at you. He bent down as everyone began walking away. “Thanks for saving my life.”

You smiled. “It was a team effort. And I couldn’t let you drown. We’re even now, right?”

He grinned wickedly. “Yeah. Even.”

For the first time you leaned in to kiss him with no regrets and he kissed you back. It was almost heavenly, the way his lips moved with yours.

“Hey, lovebirds, we got work to do!”

“Quick macking and start working!”

You laughed and JJ took your hand and pulled you up. “Mind your business! I shall take no disrespect of the Queen of Pogue-landia.”

There were several groans and arguments shot his way as everyone gathered at the beach, but you smiled. All of the rational thoughts leaving your head. Maybe this really was paradise.

Or maybe JJ had let you drown that day on the boat and this was just some comatose dream.

JJ squeezed your hand, almost as if to reassure you that it was all real.

Whatever came next, you were ready for it. And glad you learned to swim.

[meetmyothersouls]

Can you make more Halloween one shots I love them

Of course! And just so you all are aware, I’ve gotten and started on pretty much all of your requests and you’ll be seeing all of the ones on the list provided on my page! I’ve just been balancing reading, writing for a project outside of Tumblr/fanfiction and my usual mom/work shit!

And since you said you love my Halloween one shots, here’s a short little spook just for you, my dear!

Imposter

Warnings: creepy, spooky, quick smutty phone sex

Your phone rang, startling you awake from your nap. “Who the fuck is calling me!?” You groaned, your voice still gravely from sleep.

“Hello?” you answered, unable to hide your annoyance.

“Hey babe, it’s me.”

Part of your annoyance melted away, but not enough to let him off the hook. “Timothee where are you it’s,” you leaned up to check the time on the cable box. “7:30, we’re gonna miss the movie.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry, babe. I promise I’m driving as fast as I can!” He was silent on the other end for a second before his voice transitioned to a deep, sultry whisper. “But how bad would it really be if we missed the movie and i just fucked you for two hours instead?”

Your body instantly reacted to his words and you immediately felt desire build in the apex of your thighs.

“Come on Tim, you really think you could last two hours?” You teased.

“Is that a challenge,” Timothee retorted quickly.

It was. And you could tell by the tone of his voice that it���d be one he was up for.

“Maybe it is. Hurry the fuck up and get here already.”

“Be there in twenty, I promise.”

“You better.”

You hung up the phone, feeling annoyed and turned on all at once. You let a hand trial down into your panties and dip into your pussy. You were already wet from the borderline phone sex you’d just had with Timothee. If it was really going to take him twenty minutes to get home, you might as well get yourself off a few times before he arrived. Then you’d be nice and ready for him to fuck your brains out.

You pulled your panties down and spread your legs apart on the sofa, swirling your juices around on your clit in a way that made your back arch and your toes curl. It felt good, but Timothee made you feel even better.

You whispered his name as you touched yourself and just as you were about to come, you heard footsteps.

“You ready to go, babe?”

You screamed, slamming your legs shut and pulling your panties up immediately.

It was Timothee.

But weren’t you talking to him on the phone not five minutes ago?

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Who are you?”

“What do you mean?” He laughed as he said it, like you were out of your mind. “I’m Timothee…your boyfriend.”

“No. No. Th-then who was I talking on the phone to before?”

Other Timothee arched an eyebrow and shrugged. “Maybe your dad?”

“Fuck no it wasn’t my dad. We were talking about sex!”

The phone rang and you let out a small shriek in response. You walked over to the phone, not taking your eyes off of Other Timothee the whole way. You used a single finger to press the talk button and hesitated for a second before answering.

“…hello?” Your voice shook.

“Hey babe it’s me again, there’s a wreck on I-90, that’s what’s taking so long. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back okay?”

Your blood ran cold and a shiver spider walked its way down your spine. The phone slid out of your hand has Other Timothee’s mouth curved into a sinister smile.

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[babyjakes]

steve & bucky's girl | tummy training. [blurb.]

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summary | steve and bucky resort to more degrading means when your diaper training is still going poorly.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | ohboy lol, filth. absolutely grotesque tbh. ddlg (paci, abdl), noncon!!, overstim, multiple forced orgasms, medfet (restraints, gloves), spreading??? to see better? four hands are better than two ;-), watersports (!!!!!!! if you don’t like it- don’t read it!!)(holding, forced wetting), big humiliation vibes, soft mocking and degradation, a lot of praise, implied that the toothbrush makes an appearance soon after :^)))

requested by anon | eun! i’ve been holding onto this request for this series for so long, could we get some water sports with the daddies? maybe she’s still been struggling with using her diaper so they strap her down, make her cum a few times, make her drink a bunch of water and juice then she’s getting so big and full and swollen so they gently work her to one more 😭😭assuring her they’ll get her all cleaned up after of course

an | hi friend omg thankyou so so much for giving me the opportunity to write a *proper* watersports piece for this series lol- i feel like for daddy has to help you i didn’t even register it was watersports but :^) here we are being a little more loud and proud about it!! this entire concept is just so humiliating in all the best ways possible- oops i wrote pissable at first :^))) anyway- hope you enjoy!!

“Come on, little girl. It isn’t good to hold it in like this, you’re gonna make yourself sick,” Bucky croons from his seat at your side, gently bringing his gloved flesh hand up to rub carefully over your lower belly.

Writhing weakly against the heavy restraints keeping you in place, you whine desperately through your pacifier, earning a soothing hush from the blonde between your legs as he lowers his eyes to meet your swollen tummy. “Shhh, pretty girl. C'mon, you know there’s no use fighting it. We’re not letting you out until you make a nice big mess for us…”

“And then we’ll have to clean you up,” Buck adds with a loving smile as his eyes fall over the pile of empty water bottles and juice boxes scattered along the floor. Needless to say, you’ve been refusing your diapers again. This time around, the men seem determined on breaking you down slowly, waiting until it’s your own body that ultimately betrays you and forces you to give in.

Bringing a large gloved hand up between the widespread stirrups, Steve rubs carefully against the crinkly plastic padding of the brand-new diaper they’ve placed you in, his brow raising in faux surprise when you jolt at even the slightest bit of stimulation. “Oh, looks like someone’s still quite sensitive.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Bucky chuckles softly as he rubs over your distended belly menacingly, “how many times did your daddies make you cum, princess?”

“Too many to count, that’s for sure,” Steve smiles back at his partner as his eyes drift to your face, expression softening at the tears trailing down your cheeks. “I think she’s getting close, Buck. Look at her trying to keep still, she can barely handle your hand on her tummy. Why don’t we try giving her a little more pressure?” he suggests.

Nodding, the dark-haired man begins working at you a little more firmly, earning quiet cries of discomfort as you struggle to keep from bursting at the seams. “And let’s see how we’re doing under here,” Steve breathes as he untapes your diaper on each side, letting the front fall forward to reveal your worn-out, battered cunt, still leaking from the supersoldiers’ earlier efforts. “Oh my,” Steve hums in a concerned tone, bringing a single rubber-tipped finger up to run through your dripping folds. “That looks awfully sensitive, sweetheart. Keep workin’ her tummy, Buck. Right there where you’re pressing, she won’t be able to hold it for long.”

With the man at your side increasing the pressure more and more down directly against your aching tummy, your bladder so full you feel you could explode at any moment, the blonde between your legs collects your wetness with his thumb, gently bringing it up to begin rolling over your swollen bundle of nerves. The overwhelming sensation causes you to spurt out a few droplets of a leak, earning soft coos and praises from the men as they know you’re losing control. “There, just like that,” Steve soothes with a tender smile, working in slow, careful circles over the overstimulated knot of flesh.

“C'mon, little one. You know Daddy will make you if you don’t do it yourself,” Bucky reminds you as he continues to press down, a threat lingering in his words that brings another round of tears to your eyes.

Nodding in agreement at his friend’s statement, Steve suggests, “If you can’t do it by yourself, little girl, then Daddy’ll just have to make you cum again. Know you can’t hold all that fluid in if he does that, can you?”

Squeezing your eyes shut momentarily in humiliation, you try your best to find something, anything else to focus on, but the feeling of Steve’s thumb increasing in speed over your throbbing clit overpowers anything you try to grasp onto- eyes shooting open in horror, you sob loudly into your pacifier as Bucky applies full weight to your tummy, a mangled cry escaping your lips as you’re finally forced over the edge- and you overflow.

“Gooood,” Steve croons as your dam breaks, grabbing the front of the diaper just in time to fold it back over your heat and his other hand as hot fluid gushing fast between your legs, every inch of your body contracting in sinful bliss. “Good, that’s a good girl. Just let go, sweetheart. Let go for Daddy, there- just like that.”

“Poor little thing, couldn’t hold it,” Bucky hums as he continues to apply pressure until your tummy’s completely deflated, watching as you struggle to float back down from your unwanted high. Cheeks burning in shame, tears pooling in your eyes, you keep your gaze locked on a point in the distance as Steve slides the used diaper out from under you, grabbing the box of baby wipes from his side instrument table before carefully starting to clean up your mess.

“Hmm,” the man murmurs as he runs the cold cloth over your tender flesh, causing you to jolt at the horrible sensation. “I think we might need a full clean-up down here. Buck, can you grab the brush for me?”

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[strawberrykake]

Your Other Half

kenma x male!reader

warnings: none except fluff

notes: requested, reader is the polar opposite of Kenma, and Nekoma’s just standing there watching y’all like “wtf, how’d that happen?”, friends to lovers ❣️

What started off as an “introvert adopted by an extrovert” friendship blossomed into a beautiful relationship

It was probably when you outrightly told him about your feelings

Sitting on the grass, you played with his hair as he laid his head on your lap

He just lays there, listening to you pour out your emotions to him

After a few moments of silence, the faux blonde speaks up

“We should date or something,” he mumbles.

His voice was monotone, as if he didn’t care about the confession you just made

But with the way he entangled his hands with yours and the pink creeping up his cheeks and ears, you can tell he’s never longed for anything more

You respond to his statement with a kiss

His lips reciprocate your movements

Actions really speak louder than words for Kenma LOL

you remember how surprised the team was when they saw you holding hands and being intimate in public for the first time

You had one hand in his long hair, taking off leaves that had fallen into them, the other hand holding onto his

He just looked at you with full adoration

And from not too far is Yamamoto and Fukunaga with eyes popping out of their sockets at the scene 😦😦

“W-wh” Fukunaga points a shaky finger at you both

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing Fukunaga-kun?” Yamamoto gasps in disbelief.

Everyone finds out eventually because of their loud mouths (mainly Yamatoto’s though)

The team watches as you skip into the gym, bringing light into the room, with Kenma walking beside you

“Hey, guys!” you cheer, greeting everyone in high spirits as usual. “How’re you doing?”

Then there’s Kenma who gives everyone a quick nod before walking past them.

No one brings up the topic of you two being in a relationship

Because Yamamoto and Fukunaga could’ve seen wrong

Not even when you give him a pep talk

Or give him motivation by cheering whenever he’d make a smart move

Only when it was break time, and Kenma was almost beyond his limit

You ran over to him with a juice box, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel, offering small words of motivation and little jokes

“You looked really cool out there”, “How are you so talented?”, “I could practically hear you thinking your next move from the bleachers”

He smiles tiredly and that’s when Kuroo speaks up

“Okay, what’s happening here?” He says with arms crossed.

Kenma sighs and looks over at you for approval.

You read his expression and nod.

“Yeah, we’re uh…” the setter clears his throat. “Dating.”

“I KNEW IT!” Yamamoto’s voice is heard from behind you.

How’d he get there?

Fukunaga is also beside him, high-fiving his friend

Kuroo freezes. “Y-you?” the captain points at his childhood friend. “And…him?” Kuroo’s finger drags over to your direction, making you jump.

In the end, everyone celebrates

Although, it’s mind-boggling to see you, a hyperactive guy, with a lethargic dude

Sometimes even Kenma questions it

How did he earn this relationship?

But then he remembers the way you laugh at his dull jokes, the long conversations late at night, the way your positive energy has worn off of him

Whenever he’s feeling down, he craves your presence

+ Your his energy source

And it all just makes sense

Your his other half

The yin to your yang

Contradictory opposites, yet inseparable