#you know what i miss about the US.... mexican restaurants

[liesmyth]

After the immigrant food post and the dick sucking Italian husband I have to ask. What do you think of Italian American food. And also American pizza which I consider a distinct thing.

OKAY SO my answer to this is twofold

I cannot fault my long lost brethren across the sea for going to a new country far far away where there was meat everywhere for cheaper and MASSIVELY redefining comfort food

However, sometimes u gotta admit you can't improve on perfection. You don't need to put meatballs into pasta. What's wedding soup. Why do you put ricotta in lasagna. Alfredo sauce is soso bad but I can't fault the Alfredo guy for making a fortune from basic-ass pasta al burro

I've never actually had pizza in the US! Unless you count, like, Papa John's. I WILL say I've had pineapple pizza in the US and it sucked BUT I've also had pineapple pizza in Italy (on a trip to Capri with a French friend who really really wanted it) and it was delicious. It's all about 🤌 the balance of sweet and savoury and IMO the idea in theory isn't bad! It's just that it's too fucking loaded. TO ME

I think fusion cuisine in general is brilliant and interesting and tells you a lot about where / how certain dishes originated. But it's probably always gonna seem "weird" to people who are intimately familiar with the original cuisine. Like, I would not take a Japanese friend to an Italian sushi restaurant.

Also, about the bread... the whole time I live in the US I went CRAZY looking for, like. What I'd think of as normal bread. Her

It was always pre-sliced packaged soft bread? Although that probably depended a lot on my circumstances – I was studying abroad with a host family and was very reliant on them for grocery shopping + we were in a small town. I feel like if I'd had access to a deli / any tiny "ethnic grocer" kinda store I would've been happier

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

10 Things I Hate About You

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: What am I doing right now?? I have THINGS TO FINISH. Also it IS established later but reader is Mexican lmao

Bobby stops the truck outside their usual coffee spot and puts the brakes on. He lays his head on the steering wheel and looks over at Chimney who’s bobbing his head along to whatever the hell he’s listening to in his AirPods 

You know what he’s not listening to? 

“Oh my god. Can you just shut up- can you please just shut up!” Eddie is seething as he stares at you across the truck from him and you roll your eyes, your arms crossed over your chest 

“That is literally so fucking childish you can’t tell me to shut up just because you don’t like what I’m saying!!” 

“Actually I can? And oh yeah I did! Shut the fuck up short stack” 

You two had been going back and forth ever since you’d gotten into the truck before the fire. 

Hen looks at Buck, giving him a “you better fix this shit” face and he sighs loudly because he’d definitely accidentally started this fight. He just wanted to know what you guys wanted him to order for lunch. 

“Hey? Are we feeling Chinese today? Maybe Mexican?” He’s got his DoorDash up as he scrolls through the restaurants 

“Chinese” you mumble as you turn the page in your book 

“Mexican” Eddie says from his seat next to you as he studies the word search Buck gave him (he couldn’t find porterhouse) 

“You have Mexican at home Eddie, go make some tacos and we’ll get Chinese” You snuggle down more into the couch and he looks at you 

“Ha-ha very funny. Just order me some tamales please” he tells Buck 

“How many do you-“

“Hey!” You look up over your book “Who said we were getting Mexican?” 

“Uh, I did? Just now?” Eddie gestures and you take your feet off the couch and sit up 

“Did we miss the whole I want Chinese?” 

“Did we miss the whole I don’t care?”

“Do you want me to make your freaking tacos? Because I will if it means that much to you”

“First of all, you’d poison them. Second of all I don’t want tacos, I want tamales. And you of all people should know I can’t just go home and make those so there” he sticks his tongue out at you and you roll your eyes 

“Buck order me orange chicken please” You bat your eyelashes sweetly and Eddie scoffs 

“They don’t have orange chicken at Catalina’s”

“You’re right! They have it at Panda Express! Which is what we’re getting. You like teriyaki right?” 

“Guys I can just-“ Buck tries to break it up but now Eddie is standing over you 

“You can’t just freaking bat your eyelashes and think you’re gonna get your way? That’s not how it works”

You’re standing up now too, it doesn’t do much, you’re only five feet

“Okay well-“ you grab a chair and drag it over to him, he holds his hand out for you and you take it before stepping onto the chair 

Safety first 

“Thank you. Anyway, You can’t use your best friend status to get your way!!” 

“Oh, and you think “trying” to be cute is going to get you your way, tiny??” 

“I am cute! First of all, and second of all, he likes me better so yeah being cute is gonna get me my way. Third of all, quit finding ways to call me short!!!” 

“Buck?!” Eddie laughs cruelly “You think Buck likes you more than me?! Oh sweetheart you’re stupider than you look”

“Eddie” Buck groans loudly (and orders himself Subway) 

“Did you just say I was stupid?!” 

“No, I said you looked stupid! But since you wanna go there…”

“Eddie Diaz you are the most-“ 

Before you can begin to curse him out the alarm bells go off, you glare at him and he smiles innocently as he grabs your hips and sets you down on the floor, Buck clocks the way his hands linger a bit longer than they should, he sees the way his fingers flex and he pulls you just a little closer

He also sees the way you look at Eddie, because there’s a fire burning within you… but not for the reason you’re pretending it is 

You two had been fighting since the moment you met. Buck remembers it like it was three months ago (because it was) You’d caught him and Eddie talking, and Eddie was talking mad shit about you. Saying a pretty little thing like you would never make it in this line of work, you were probably going to cry if you broke a nail and how would you even reach the higher stuff on the truck. You’d totally have to jump! 

You didn’t hear, however, how Eddie had used all of that to avoid Buck’s question of 

“Isn’t she the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen” 

Which brings all of you to now. No one is really sure how you got onto the topic of where Eddie could go throw himself but you’ve been spewing insults back and forth the entire ride, needling at each other 

“I will actually pay you to shut your fucking mouth,” He says unbuckling his seatbelt and looking for his wallet 

“You’re not paying me like you pay for more than your hand” 

Buck snorts and both Hen and Eddie’s heads snap to him, he slaps his hand over his mouth 

Rule number one. Never get in the middle of you two 

“Are you kidding me?!” Eddie says and Buck shakes his head fast 

“Wait, wait, wait!!!” No, I wasn’t-“

“What was her name again? Diamond Honey?” 

Bobby turns in his seat “Wait Eddie did you act-“

“Fuck no!!” 

“Hell yes!” 

“She’s lying!” Eddie stabs his finger in your direction and you giggle in your seat 

“Y/N this isn’t really a topic to be discussing-“

“It’s not true!” Eddie practically whines and Buck can’t keep the giggles back 

“I can’t fucking stand you” 

“Good thing you’re sitting”

“Oh that is-“ He lunges for you and Hen holds him back, Chimney finally pulls an AirPod out to see if you’ve stopped. Buck holds you back from pouncing on Eddie and Bobby whistles loudly, causing all of you to freeze 

“Y/N and Buck go get the coffee, Chimney and Eddie switch places. As soon as we get back you’re both on probation” 

“What?!? She star-“

“He star-“

“If you two don’t want to be fired you’ll shut up and do what I say! Now go! Everyone!” 

You and Eddie both angrily hop out of your side of the truck, and even if he wants to toss you into an abyss he helps you down

“I can do it my freaking self” You may be arguing with him, but you let him grab your hips and help you out anyway

“Yeah whatever pipsqueak, just get the damn drinks” 

“You could say please” You glare at him and he backs you up toward the truck, his chest is pressed into yours, and his hands are still on your hips

“Are you gonna make me?” 

“If you wanna fight let’s fight” you hiss at him and he pins you back against the truck fully now, his leg slotting between yours. 

“I would love nothing more than to slap that stupid look off your face, but my Tia raised a gentleman. I don’t hit women”

“What in the sexual tension” Buck mumbles under his breath as he comes around the truck. He takes a picture and sends it to Hen “Look at this shit” 

“This is all your fucking fault” you spit and he rolls his eyes 

“Now who’s the childish one?? This is your fault! You couldn’t just be normal for one day?”

“You literally started this!!!” You thrash in his arms but he holds you even tighter now

“I started this??” He scoffs and laughs “Yeah whatever helps you sleep at night Princess” 

“Don’t call me that!” You scowl and he grins widely

“Oh? Don’t call you Princess? Like the spoiled fucking brat you are??”

“Are you kidd-“

“Oh I’m sorry did I hurt the little princess feelings?” He’s talking in a baby voice now “Did I hurt the little itty bitty babies feelings?” 

You have no response to that, you’re absolutely fuming at his stupid little baby voice and his stupid smirk and Princess?! Is he fucking serious? 

He stays like that for a minute, looking down on you in a completely condescending way. You shift uncomfortably, accidentally grinding down on his leg and he raises an eyebrow. Your cheeks flush as you glare at him 

“Do you two need a room? Because my apartment is actually really close to here” Buck clears his throat and you shove Eddie away. He straightens out his jacket and scoffs 

“I wouldn’t go near her vertically challenged ass with a 10-foot pole”

“Oh yeah well I wouldn’t go near with you a 20-foot pole!” 

“Really? Because you guys were just-“

“Shut up, Buck,” You say in unison. Eddie rips the door open and trades places with Chimney and you storm into the coffee shop 

“Operation closet is a-go” Buck winks as he follows you into the coffee shop. 

True to his word, you and Eddie are stuck at the firehouse cleaning the place. Bobby says you have to work together on every task. Maybe it’ll teach you two to act like adults and work together.

It goes horribly wrong. 

Bobby nearly has an aneurysm when he comes to check on you both and Eddie is spraying you down with the hose and you’re screaming at him to stop, he’s also soaked to the bone with the empty soapy water bucket at his feet… that you clearly dumped on him. He shuts off the water and yells at you both to go get changed and then clean out the old supply closet. 

He has no idea why he went along with Buck’s stupid plan. But he’s desperate at this point. He signals Buck when he notices you both heading over 

“Ladies first” Eddie opens the door and you walk in past him, he sighs as he reaches over you and turns on the light, it just barely flickers to life, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow 

“How do you want to do this?” You ask as you peruse the shelves and Eddie shrugs 

“I dunno maybe we can start with-“

He’s shoved further into the room and he stumbles into you, nearly knocking you both over 

“I’m sorry guys this is for your own good!! I love you!!” Buck slams the door shut and you and Eddie bang against it 

“Let us out!!!” 

“This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done!” 

“No!! Not until you two come to a truce!!! No one can stand either of you!” He shouts back through the door and you hear his feet running away

“What the fuck do we do now?” You toss your hands in the air and Eddie lays his head against the door 

“Wait him out? He can’t keep us in here forever our shift ends in six hours”

“He wants us to sit here… for six hours”

“It’s Buck, do you expect anything less?”

“I expect him to let us out!!” You shake the door handle harshly and Eddie slaps your hand away 

“Quit it before you break it!!”

“I’m not gonna break it!” 

“If you break it we’re fucked, shrimp”

“News flash, jalapeño boy! We’re already fucked!!” 

“Jalapeño boy? Are you shitting me?”

“Would you prefer enchilada brain?? Tortilla face??” 

“None of these even freaking make sense”

“They’re not supposed to!! They’re just meant to bother you” You smirk at him, your hands on your hips and he slams his fist against the door. You jump a little as he steps closer to you 

“You do realize you’re Mexican too?” 

“Yeah and,” you say a bit quieter “Look I’m the only one who can call you these things. Anyone else does, I’ll karate kick them in the face. It’s our thing! I call you names and you stand there looking stupid” you bat your eyelashes at him and he blinks slowly 

“I’m going to throw you through this door” 

“He’s not gonna let us out” Eddie has fully given up and is now sitting on an overturned bucket while you’re trying to get the door unlocked. Which in a firehouse you think would be pretty easy 

“Hey, Captain Obvious? Yeah, you maybe wanna help me out instead of sitting on your ass over there??” You turn to him glaring and he sits back against the wall, putting his hands behind his head 

“I dunno, pretty comfy here” he sighs loudly “Gettin a great view watching you struggle”

You’re a bit glad at how dark it is in here, the light went out about an hour ago, it definitely wasn’t meant to be on this long. But still, you’re glad he can’t see the way your cheeks flush at his little comment 

“Can you please stop hating me for five seconds so we can think of a way out?!” 

You rummage around in your corner of the room, sighing when all you find is an extra hose. You and Eddie had eventually taken a roll of tape from one of the bins and drawn a line across the room, you got the side with the door because he wasn’t going to keep trying anymore 

“I don’t hate you” he’s standing over you now, god he’s quiet. You look up at him, blinking slowly

“What?” Your mouth is dry, too dry in fact 

“I said, I don’t hate you. You just…. Get under my skin really really easily” 

You stand up slowly, and he takes a step forward, his chest almost touching yours. The air is sucked from the small space as his cologne invades your senses. Has he always been so… fit? And his lips? Were they always so full and pink… and downright bitable 

“I’ve never hated you Y/N. Honestly” 

“I don’t hate you either” You mumble distractedly and he looks surprised for a second before smirking 

“You just really really get under my skin” 

He puts his hand on the wall behind you, you roll your eyes and look away from him, but he gently grabs your chin, turning you back toward him 

“Wanna know somethin’?” His eyes flit down to your lips and yours do the same to his. Your eyes meet again and he leans closer, tilting his head 

“I actually think you’re really pretty” You feel his words ghost across your lips before he pulls away a little, kissing your nose instead 

“Y-you wha-what?” 

“I said-“ He kisses your forehead “I think-“ He kisses your right cheek “that you-“ he kisses your left cheek 

“Are really fuckin pretty” 

Eddie is sure he’s lost his damn mind the second he has you up against that wall, your eyes roll back as he kisses your neck and you rip his shirt open. He shrugs it off and starts working on yours next. 

It had just started as an intense make-out session. You grabbed him by the collar and smashed your lips into his, he growled against your mouth and kissed you back just as eagerly, he won that fight for dominance, wrapping his tongue around yours and sliding his hand behind your head so he didn’t kiss you right through the wall. It’s sloppy at first, all tongue and teeth, but then his other hand finds its way to your chest, cupping your breast in his hand and kneading it softly and he knows he needs you right this second when he hears the way you moan his name 

“You’re so hot when you’re mad” he whispers in your ear and you blush “Every single time you got me all worked up… I wondered if you felt the way I did” 

“And how did you feel?” 

You gasp as he bites down on your pulse point, causing your hips to jerk against his. He pulls away to look at you for a second, taking in your body underneath him. He stares at you like you’re a work of art, your heart races in your chest, and your body trembles against his. His hand comes up your bare side, enjoying the way your skin feels under his fingertips 

“Horny as fuck” 

You fumble with his belt buckle, getting it off and letting his pants drop to the ground 

“I’m not going to be gentle” He warns you, pushing your pants down over your hips. He groans frustratedly as you pump his cock in your hand teasingly, smearing the precum over his tip with your thumb. You lift your leg and he holds onto it while you drag his cock through your folds and line it up with your dripping entrance 

“I don’t want you to be” 

The wind is knocked out of you as he sets a bruising pace. He drops your leg spins you around to pin you to the wall, thrusting himself nearly all the way in, before pulling it almost all the way out. His cock pistons in and out of you and he has to slap a hand over your mouth before you shriek his name. Your eyes roll back as you moan into his hand, and he grins wickedly 

“Who knew you’d be such a slut… getting fucked in a supply closet. How easy are you?” 

You shake your head back and forth a bit trying to get him to let your mouth go and he just laughs, lifting your hips to fuck you at a deeper angle. You’re balancing on the toes of your boots as his strong arm wraps around your waist to keep you exactly where he wants you 

“Fuck that’s good” he pants heavily as he pounds into you, the wet slapping noise just makes you clench around him harder 

“So wet for me Princess, whole stations gonna hear what I’m doin' to you. Gonna hear what a dumb slut you are” 

You melt into his arms, the degrading words he uses causing your brain to short-circuit. Because fuck you didn’t know you liked that, but oh boy apparently you do 

“I knew you’d like that. Being fucked like a whore… being called Princess. Maybe that’s why I argued with you so much… because you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you honey? You know how many times I would jerk off to the idea of you on my cock?” 

It’s like he’s reading your mind, which is great because you aren’t even in your own head right now. All you can think about is the way his hips piston in and out of you, the way he stuffs you over and over until you’re sure he’s perfectly imprinted himself in your tight cunt and no one else could ever fill that spot 

“Shit” he slows down for a minute “Holy shit do you feel that?” He takes one of your hands you’re bracing yourself with and puts it over your stomach. You feel the way he stretches into your guts, thrusting torturously slow so you can feel every single inch of him 

“O-oh my g-god” Your thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench tighter around him

“So fucking tiny” He chuckles darkly in your ear, kissing the tip of it “Jesus look at the way you’re gripping me”

“Y-you hav- thing ‘bout s-size d-don’t you?” You can barely speak with the way your body bounces on his, all the little names he’d been calling you these last three months, all the times he’d press himself against you when he was reaching something for you, or when he’d help you from the truck which was completely unnecessary. Oh it made sense now

He fucks you harder, your toes aren’t even on the ground anymore as he drills into you. He takes his shirt and hands it to you and you cry into it, trying to muffle your moans as best you can. He bites your shoulder and kisses along your neck leaving harsh love bites in his path as he tries to keep himself quiet. But you’re too good for him, too tight for him. 

You can feel his thrusts becoming sloppier and you know what’s coming 

“Don’t- ple- please don’t-“ 

He knows what you’re asking him to do and fuck you really don’t have to tell him twice 

He’s just as blissed out as you are, lost in the way you feel as you squeeze around him. He has to slap his hand over your mouth when you cum, your body writhes violently against his as he shoves his cock in you as far as he can and you feel the way he paints your walls with his hot seed. He pins you up against the wall, his cock stuffed balls deep in your aching cunt. He takes one of your hands again, putting it back on the bulge in your stomach 

“You feel that Princess?” His chest heaves against your back as you both pant together and he pulls you flush against him. He takes his hand and places it over yours, stroking it down your soft skin 

“Wanna take you home and keep it there” he kisses the back of your neck and across your shoulders softly before nuzzling his head against you 

“Take me home huh?” You’re fighting to keep your eyes open, he can hear the sleepiness in your voice. He pulls out slowly and your eyes roll back at that distinct little sucking noise 

“Mhm… if you want to” he sounds a little hesitant as he turns you around and pulls you into his arms 

“I want to” You blush and he kisses your nose 

“We done arguing?” 

“Probably not” you giggle and he rolls his eyes and kisses you softly 

“At least I know how to get you to act right” He smirks and you narrow your eyes at him playfully 

“More like I know how to get you to act right” 

“Are you joking? I just wrecked your shit” he scoffs and sets you down carefully, reaching up behind you and grabbing some clean towels to clean you up with 

“Are you joking? I’m the best you’ve ever had” you say in a sickly sweet voice while batting your eyelashes, just messing with him 

He looks up at you, wiping the cum that’s dripping between your legs. He knows you’re just joking… but 

“Can’t argue with that one sweetheart” 

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Date You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe wants everything for their first date to be perfect, but unfortunately, it isn't.

Masterlist

They were going to go for Mexican food on Friday night, but unfortunately, Y/N got sick and lost her voice. It disappointed Rafe greatly to have to postpone the date, but at least now he can make it absolutely perfect. The Mexican place he wanted to take her to is now closed for a private event, so he had to rethink his plan. He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to go to the most exclusive restaurant in town. He planned everything down to a t. It was the type of place with a pre-determined menu, so he had to make sure that the menu they had the night of their date was something Y/N would like. He made sure they shipped in the drink she liked. He made sure that he got her the perfect pre-date gift. She wasn’t the biggest fan of flowers, so he got her some of her favourite stationery she likes to use for her notes. This date was going to be perfect and he was going to make sure of that. 

——

The first thing that goes wrong is the restaurant reservation. “I’m sorry Mr. Cameron, but in our system, it says that your reservation is at eight,” the hostess apologizes, looking up from the screen. Rafe shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not right. I said seven. I confirmed with whoever I was on the call with that it was at seven. What are we supposed to do until we get a table?” Before the hostess can answer, Y/N steps in to help ease the situation. “It’s okay, Rafe. We can go back to your car and listen to some music. I have this great song that I think you would like.” She takes his hand and they head to his car to do as she suggests with him grumbling under his breath at the stupid person he was on call with. The next thing that spoils his evening is the menu being changed at the last minute. “And the entrée for tonight is a braised duck accompanied by a peanut sauce,” the waiter announces while pouring their wine. 

Rafe’s fist clenches in anger. He specifically told the restaurant he needed to know about menu changes because of her allergies. Now, it makes him look incompetent to Y/N because she told him about her allergies. “Oh, I’m allergic to peanuts. Is there any way to not get the sauce on it,” she politely asks. The waiter gives a tight-lipped smile and shakes his head, “I’m afraid not, Miss. The chef doesn’t like when the meals are altered in any way.” “That is stupid, so you are telling me that my date can’t eat anything because your chef doesn’t want to have his feelings hurt,” Rafe argues, boring his eyes into the man. Y/N smiles at the waiter, “It’s okay. Is there any way we can get the check, please?” The waiter nods and heads to get their check for the drinks printed out.

She turns to Rafe with a smile, “It’s okay, Rafe. We can just go to the campus pub. We can share the nachos.” He wants to argue with her that he can fix this and with the chef that he needs to get rid of the nut sauce for Y/N. Yet, something in him tells him to do as she suggested. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted this night to be perfect for you, Angel. And everything seems to be going wrong,” he tells her, putting his hand in hers. She shakes his head, “I know you do, but I promise, it will still be perfect if we go to the pub. Honestly, I like greasy nachos way more than braised duck.” This calms his nerves a little and he pays the bill so they can leave.

——

The pub is busy. Probably because of the hockey game playing on the TVs, but Y/N and Rafe get a table in the back corner. It’s more cozy and warm than the stuffy and cold exclusive restaurant. The date is going absolutely amazing. They’ve shared so much food. A burger. Nachos. Wings. Fries. They completely indulged themselves in not only food but also conversation. There is never a moment of silence and laughter fills the air. Rafe has to admit that this has been the perfect date. “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me date you, Angel,” he interrupts their conversation. He can’t help himself. He needs her to know how much this means to him because he thinks he found his soulmate. She leans in to give him a kiss and pulls away, “No need to thank me. You found me and I promised I would. But this has been an amazing date. I love it.” He has kissed a lot of people before, but he’s never kissed anyone who's built a fire in his stomach. It tells him what he needs to say next. 

“I know it’s early, but will you be my girlfriend?” he inquires, begging the universe that she won’t say no. She grins at his nervousness, letting him be on edge for a second. When it looks like he is about to cry, she saves him from his panic. Her arms wrap around his neck, “Of course, I would love to!” They pull away from the hug to turn it into a kiss. Once they pull away, Rafe takes a napkin and looks around for a pen. “Here,” she offers, handing him one from her purse. She is so curious about what he is going to write. She watches as he writes down numbers for a list and then writes Rules To Be Rafe’s Girlfriend at the top of the napkin. Boy, does she not know what she got herself into. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

[lostintransist]

Liaison | Part 7 | Shots, Shots, Shots

Check out part one here. Up to chapter 36/38 on AO3.

A knock on your desk pulled your attention from work. Gaz stood at your desk. You hadn’t seen him in months.

“Gaz!” You leap up from your chair and throw your arms around the man. He sported a goatee now, it looked good on him.

He hugged you back tight. “Hey there, I missed you.”

“I missed you too! I scheduled you to be back here at least three times since I saw you last but nooo you had to go and play hero with KorTac,” you rolled your eyes as you stepped back from the hug.

All eyes in the office were on you two but you ignored them. Gaz, without argument, had to be your best friend. He matched your level of crazy and understood your side-eye communication without explanation.

Gaz reached up and tugged lightly on your dangling earring.

“Fuck you Liaison I am a hero! At least to a couple of women who wanted to say thank you if you know what I mean.” He waggled his brows.

Slapping your hands to your ears you loudly drown him out with a la-la-la-la. His booming laugh could be heard above your panicked off-key chanting. Gaz settles into the chair at the edge of your desk, hand digging into the fidget basket you set up originally for him. Everyone used it when they came to chat.

Trusting he would not tell you any more about his escapades you settled into your chair, folding your legs into the seat. You had used the company card to buy a new office chair the second you got your hands on it. The one you had bought last year at Costco with Harold and Gaz wouldn’t stay upright and getting dumped onto your head was not a great way to start any day.

“How late do you work today?” Gaz spins a small chain around one finger.

“I only have maybe an hour left of work?” Filling one cheek with air you force it back and forth in your cheeks before blowing it out. “Unless someone accidentally shoots a diplomat again.”

“That was not my fault!” Gaz halts his spinning chain to point angrily at you. “You know it wasn’t my fault. We cleared all civilians but that fucker pulled his diplomatic passport and some rookie didn’t toss him out on his ass anyway.”

You grin, a light laugh showing you aren’t serious. It wasn’t Gaz’s fault, but the mess it caused you to clean up gave you the right to tease him about it.

“Any idea what you want to do tonight?” Gaz changes the subject.

“Wanna go shooting?”

At the opportunity to fire a gun Gaz brightens significantly.

“Shooting sounds great, dinner after?”

“Sure but you are not allowed to choose. The last place was not Mexican food and you cannot convince me it wasn’t a horror masquerading as a restaurant.”

“Deal.”

❈❈❈

“What the hell is this?” Gaz gestured to the large room with long open rooms lined up.

The bow and arrows decorating the space should have given it away.

“A shooting range,” you reply as if he couldn’t see that himself.

“I thought we were going to shoot guns, not bows?”

The half-smirk you give him causes him to squint at you.

“One would think by now you would remember to confirm before agreeing to an activity with me,” you fight down a smile.

Gaz shoves you, laughter spilling between your bodies.

“You are unbelievable, I have to stop agreeing to do things with you.”

“Actually you just need to stop trusting me to tell you the whole truth,” you wipe at the tears in your eyes from laughing.

Seeing someone come out of a back room you make your way over.

“Hi, can I get two lanes for 30 minutes?”

“Will you need to rent the bow and arrows as well?” The teenager asks already tapping away at the screen in front of him.

“Yes, please. Can I have a 40-pound draw and,” looking back at Gaz you make a decision, “a 30-pound draw?”

“Sure, have you both been here before?”

“I have, but my friend hasn’t.”

The teenager nods, tapping the screen a few more times. He quotes the total due and you tap your card before Gaz has a chance to pull out his wallet. The first time the two of you had gone out to dinner had been a battle to pay the bill. He would do his best now to cover dinner but you had called and prepaid.

“Okay sir, please fill out this waiver while I get everything together for you.” The paper and pen are placed on the counter.

Gaz reviews each line before he signs.

“Why give me a lower draw weight?” He taps the end of the pen against the counter.

“Because while you might work out I know this will be new for you and I don’t need you bitching at me in the morning because you can’t lift your arms.”

The teen comes back passing over both bows and a quiver of arrows.

“You guys will be on number 7, go down to the right and it will be near the middle.” The young worker disappeared back into a room beyond sight.

“Ready to see what you can do?”

Having been here several times you know where you are going. Setting the arrows point down in the provided container you pull out a single one. Notching the arrow you draw and let it fly.

“We will fire all of them and then collect so no one accidentally gets shot,” turning, you watch Gaz test the string of the bow.

He pulls and relaxes the string twice before he notches an arrow and misses so badly. He glares at your sputtered laughter.

“Couple things, you want full extension of your bow arm and to pull the arrow back to at least your face. Aim slightly higher than you think since gravity affects arrows faster than bullets and commit. When you let it fly don’t hesitate.”

You draw up another arrow, watching as it sinks into the target. Nowhere near the bullseye but not on the ground. Gaz takes his turn next until the arrows are all spent and none of his has touched the target. Confirming with Gaz you both move down the range to collect your arrows. He does not appreciate your rendition of “Shots” by Lil John. The laughter and Lil John remains the soundtrack of the night.

Before your time is up Gaz asks to try drawing on your bow. You pass it off.

“Holy fuck Liaison, I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Why would I joke about being stronger than you? This is probably the only time I can do it.” You stepped behind him and tapped both shoulder blades. “Draw again but try and make these touch.”

Gaz does as instructed, a light manly grunt coming out of him.

When your half hour is up you collect everything and return it to the teen working the counter. Bounding up the stairs you catch sight of a flash of white on black disappear as you approach the door to leave. Gaz is waiting outside for you, smoking a cigarette.

Waving a hand in front of your nose you tell him that you are going to go wait over by the alley until he is done. Cigarette smoke coated your mouth and tasted disgusting. Your back to the alley you address your stalker.

“Thought stalking was below your pay grade Gengar.”

“You’re too friendly with Gaz.”

“Right,” you drag the word out, “I’m too friendly with one of my only friends on this half of the planet. That makes absolute sense.”

The silence behind you raises the hair on the back of your neck, a puppeteer in fear.

Gaz wanders up, a lingering tang of smoke heralding his arrival.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yep, we are hitting an Ethiopian restaurant. I’ve already been once, and the family that runs it is from Ethiopia. I can’t handle any of this bland British nonsense.”

Gaz sputters in defense of his country. He finds none being as well-traveled as he is. Knowing the darkness still stalks you you fire off a bird toward the man who has decided you are too friendly.

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Part 6

Masterlist

[gojo-enthusiast]

The Big Fight

Series — My Husband Toji Zenin

Part One: The Affair

Part Three: “Let’s Divorce”



Your husband was distant, in every aspect, secretive really. You never checked his phone, because his password changed constantly and you also didn’t want to see the proof of what he had been doing, and who he was doing it with.

“Hey To—“ You quietly tap your husbands hand while he sits on the sofa watching a basketball game. “Hmm?” He hums, lifting his head to look up at you. “Um— are you hungry?” You question. “Yeah, you cooking’?” He questions, turning his attention back to the TV. “Um— well, I was thinking, maybe tonight I wouldn’t cook and maybe we can go on a date?” You smile softly. He hears eagerness in your voice, the way you are almost saying it with a sense of pleading. “You wanna go out?” He says as he mutes the tv. “Y-yeah.” You stutter out. “Aight, well go get dressed and go do whatever you women do.” He pats your ass softly. The first time he had touched you in any sort of intimate way in weeks. You missed his touch, you missed his passionate kisses, the way he held onto you, or the way he fucked you, even if it was rough and not quite what you would want, but not having any sort of touches from him, made you crave anything. “Okay!” You exclaim, running to the bedroom already having an outfit in mind.

20 minutes later, you are walking out the bathroom, with some cute mom jeans, a cropped sweater, and some Nike air forces that your husband had bought you. You had done light make up, because from what you knew of your husband, despite the women he fucked, he loved a woman with a natural looking face, nothing to drastic and fake looking. “I’m ready Toji.” You smile softly, your husband stares at you in admiration, wondering how he forgot how beautiful his wife truly is. “You look beautiful doll.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Thanks baby.” You blush. You knew you were pathetic, but you love your husband, and you knew he loves you. “Lets go.” He pulls you by your waist, guiding you out the door.

Toji was in full gentlemen mode, he opened the car door, the door of the little Mexican restaurant that you two used to go to all the time. “I missed their salsa.” You groan biting the chips and tasting the salsa. Causing a chuckle to come out of Toji. The night was perfect until—

“Hey Toji.” A ginger headed woman says, as she walks past your table with her friend. The ginger headed woman knowing he was married, and also knew he was trying to protect his wife from the heartache. Toji’s face burns in fury, clenching his fist and clearing his throat. “I’ll be right back.” He mutters out. “Please don’t leave me Toji.” You say, holding back tears that began to swell. He saw it, and heard it in your voice. Causing his grip of his fist to loosen, all he wanted to do was grab onto you, and say that no one mattered but you. Yet he couldn’t, because if that were really true he wouldn’t be fucking other women, because the only thing that mattered to him, was he having his own freedom and life, while coming home to a wife that cares for him. “I want to go.” You say wiping the tears that slipped out, your makeup that you worked hard on ruined in an instant. “Okay.” He stood up, trying to grab your hand, but you clutching onto your purse, wanting to walk on your own. “Doll—“ Toji says opening your car door. “Toji, can we go home?” You smile weakly, almost pathetically. Toji was at a loss for words, there was no fixing, no making you feel better this time. All he could do was drive home and not say anything else. “Alright.”

As you two drove, you were about to pass a Teahouse, that sold Tapioca Boba. “Can we stop there.” You point and say softly. “Yeah doll, of course.” He says, turning into the set of buildings. “Here’s my card.” He hands it to you, as you open your door. “Do you want anything?” You ask. “No.” Toji smiles softly. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” You say, getting out the car and walking into the shop.

“Fuck, you fucking piece of shit. You fucking disgusting piece of shit of a man.” Toji slams his fist on the steering wheel, yelling at himself. “You fucking shit.” He continues to mutter. When he looks up, he sees a man open the door for his wife and smiling. Toji rolls the passenger window down to hear the conversation. “Um— no thank you.” You said, “Come on pretty girl. At least give me your snapchat.” The man insisted. Stepping up to you. Toji felt his skin crawl, watching his wife getting hit on by another man. “N-no thank you.” You had said again, trying to step away from the man. Toji jumping out the car, “Y/N.” He said loudly. Your head snapping up, “My husband is waiting for me, please excuse me.” You said with your head down. Toji stood there until you were seated inside the car, making sure the other man knew his place. Toji getting back into the car and saying, “What the fuck did he want?” Almost in a hiss. “He said I was pretty, and asked for my number.” You quietly said, “I told him I am married, but men are persistent.” You nervously laughed, trying to make light of the situation. But it only made Toji’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. “I should have pounded his head into the cement.” Toji grunts out. It gave you butterflies, knowing your husband still could get jealous and it killed him to see another man possibly taking you away from him. “I feel the same way.” You muster out. Knowing your comment is about to open a whole can of worms you didn’t want to acknowledge, but after the incident tonight, there was no letting it go.

Toji froze up, and drove in silence. You both made it home, and you became angry, enraged even. You hadn’t even drank your drink, you were so angry. You walked into the house, going to your shared bedroom, and walking into the restroom. “Y/n.” Toji shouts out, trying to catch up to you. “Leave me alone Toji.” You spit out, you were not one to talk back, or spit at him, but everything hit you like a train, and there was nothing hold you back anymore. “Y/n, listen.” He pulls your wrist to him.

“NO TOJI!” You yell, tears already pouring down your cheek. “Fuck your words Toji!” You yell, slamming your fist to his chest. “You’re nothing but a liar, you’re a cheater!” You cried into his chest, your tears soaking his shirt. “Doll, please listen.” He coos at you, rubbing the back of your head, while his other arm laced around your waist. “Fuck you!” You pull away still angry. “You don’t get to just say you’re sorry, or use sweet words and all of this will just disappear!” You cry out. “I know—“ He says before you cut him off, slapping him on the face. “Shut up!!!” You yell, continuing to slap him. Toji gripped you by both of your wrist to keep you from hitting him any further, making you start to kick. “Fuck, y/n stop!” He yells. “Fuck you! Fuck you Toji! We have been married for only a year, and what-what is it. I-im not good enough for you? You fuck all these different women! You fucking disgusting excuse for a man! I fucking hate you. I hate you god damn it!” You yell, crying out. You didn’t care anymore, you expected this to be the end.

“Don’t hate me please.” Toji said as he let go of your wrist, and dropping to his knees. “Please do not hate me.” He began to sob.

Toji hated himself, more than you did. You stopped everything you were doing. Seeing your husband broken into pieces, you were thinking to yourself, “I should be on my knees crying. Why are you crying?” Angry, you slap him again, and this time he didn’t stop you. You yelled, cursed, said everything you wanted and needed to say, while he just took everything. In the end, you both were on the floor clutched onto each other sobbing. Your husband didn’t make noise when crying, just big thick tears streaming down, begging to be wiped clean of all of his sins.

“I want a divorce.” You finally say after silence for half an hour.

[meekahy]

Babes!!! Here is another fic I wrote about Noah. It's all fluff!

Let me know what you think!!! Any feedback is helpful!

I'm also taking requests!!!

I missed you:

I stare down at my fingers, knee bouncing uncontrollably as my nerves bubble from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head. My eyes quickly shift to the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by. As the minutes near, my heart pounds, my hands sweat, and the sound gets louder.

At the sound of laughter, my eyes dart to the source. The guys are stood there laughing at something I entirely missed in my nervous state. Noah sits down next to me, and I feel butterflies replace the anxiety I was feeling when our eyes lock and his hand slides onto my knee. I don’t know why I was so nervous seeing him again, but seeing him now made all my nervousness fade away. 

He leans in, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze searching my eyes for any sign of hurt as he asks, “Are you okay? I can tell there’s something wrong”.

“Oh! It’s nothing. I think there’s too many people here”, I mutter, placing my hand on top of Noah’s. He flips his hand over to tangle our fingers together. “Should we get going? Are you guys hungry?” I ask the boys. 

They all groan, answering in multiple variations of yes. I stand and pull Noah with me as we all walk back to my car to head for dinner. As we walk, Noah tugs me into his side and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I missed you”, he mutters as I squeeze my hand on his hip reassuringly.

“I missed you way more!” I chime as he squeezes me with his arm around my shoulder.

By the time we all reached the car, the boys were fighting over where to eat for dinner. 

“But Mexican sounds sooo good,” Folio groans as Jolly gives him a bored look.

“I just think Japanese is the way to go”, Jolly retorts.

“Let her decide”, Nick motions to me with his hand.

I look at them with wide eyes, “Me?” They all nod in return. “Hm, I think I’m going to have to side with Folio on this one, guys.” 

Folio pumps a fist into the air, “YES!”. I just giggle at him.

At the Mexican restaurant Jolly orders a margarita. “Folio, you’re lucky this margarita is delicious”, he says as he sips reluctantly. Everyone is chowing down on chips and salsa. 

While everyone is stuffing their face, Noah wraps his arm around my chair and leans in.

“So, what’s the matter?” he questions as I look into his eyes. 

It was really hard living alone without Noah here to comfort me when things were bad. Sure, he was a phone call away, but nothing beats his warm, belonging hugs. He makes me feel like I’m at home and it’s hard living without that everyday.

I rest my hand on his knee as I sigh, “I think I just missed you while you were on tour is all.”

He smiles at me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, “I missed you too, pretty girl.”

After dinner, everyone heads back to the car. Noah is holding my hand, swinging it as we walk back to the car. 

Dropping Folio off, we are all singing in the car. We’ve been listening to a lot of Lorna Shore, Sleep Token, Spiritbox, and even some Taylor Swift. Nicholas looks to me from the passenger seat after Folio leaves and wonders, “What song do you want to listen to next?” 

Thinking briefly I plead, “Okay, I know you guys are home and tired of playing this night after night, but do you mind if we listen to Artifical Suicide? I love it when Noah does the little screams at the beginning. It’s my favorite! Pretty please?”

“Anything for you”, Nicholas replies.

The song begins and starts to swell. I know exactly what part I’m waiting for and giggle in my seat as Noah is still holding my hand. Right as the first growl comes out I raise my hands in the air, close my eyes and smile, imitating it silently. Noah watches with amusement as he starts to sing along to the song. I scream the words to the best of my ability and all the guys watch in enjoyment. The next time Noah growls in the song, he does it out loud for me. I squeal with excitement. With all of us laughing, I think and treasure this moment. It’s the little moments that make my heart smile.

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I understand producers wanting a no risk lead and Jared earned that credibility and reputation. I don’t disagree with everything you said about Jared.

But I’m still surprised that Jensen didn’t earn the same reputation being co-lead and surprised he has not been given the opportunity to lead or co- lead again on another show. He seemed to have built a strong reputation with directors and producers and execs in the industry so shouldn’t he be on that same short list? I just don’t get what jensen is missing that jared or max theriot, Tom Ellis or Justin Hartley seems to have. What is that “x” factor?

The work he did on Smallville, Spn, Big Sky and The Boys, why didn’t that earn him points to have studio execs ensure he stays employed and part of a show?

Even in an industry that 97% are unemployed, Jensen seems to be a standout actor that gets constantly overlooked. Why?

Jensen was going to be a lead in Greg Bertlanti's unnamed project, but then Zaslav happened. But you ask a very good question on why the networks' bean counters don't have him on a Short List.

First, my wild guess is while Jensen's scene stealing talent improves the episode he's in, it's not the same as having screen presence to create a story, which is a must for lead actors to carry a show. For example, Jared's two-minute screentime in "The End" was not scene stealing, he became Lucifer for the sake of the story and left a memorable impact on the viewers' impression.

Think of every time spin-offs were created to capitalize on the scene stealers’ popularity, only for the scene stealers “special-ness” to evaporate into the ether when they have to carry the show by themselves.  Rebel Wilson had her own tv show called Super Fun Night. but it failed because fans expected to see the whacky side kick persona, but instead got a Rebel Wilson playing a normal woman who is sometimes socially awkward.

Second, Jensen has a bit of a branding problem.  If an actor doesn't understand what their brand is, then how do you expect casting directors to see it as well?  

Actors make the mistake of trying to please every customer by changing who they are and not understanding that getting hired starts with choosing a brand for themselves and sticking to it.  Say you own an Italian restaurant and I come in and say, “Oh, gosh! You know what? I want Mexican food.” And then you say, Okay, we’re cooking Mexican food now.”   This is what a lot of actors do.

I used to joke that Jensen was like an active from the show The Dollhouse. Actives are neutral human husks until they're downloaded a personality to carry out a specific mission.  You don't know what the true nature of an active unless you're willing to watch several episodes to look for clue crumbs to their innate personalities.  

I tell young aspiring actors on how to discover their brand by pretending to write a profile for an online dating site.  People usually don't write descriptive sentences but use adjectives: funny, athletic, intense, quirky, great smile, etc.  To help them along, ask their trusted friends and family members to make a list of 5 qualities that pop into their heads.  Then use the impression that appear over and over again because now you know that is you, your essence.

Too many times actors wait for an agent or manager to show up and tell them who they are. Or they ask me, “what do you think I am?". Actors have to decide for themselves and figure out their acting “singularity”  -- that exclusive combination of attitudes and behaviors that make them an original even when they're typecasted. Some people describe Jensen as a version of Dean-lite, but that doesn't make Jensen an original then.

Third, Jensen is not a natural born-leader. Most of us aren't, but like acting, you can constantly work on the craft. Leaders are supposed to protect their team, but Jensen was still soft-bashing Jessica Alba twenty years later. I don't care if Jessicca was a bitch, a real man is not supposed to betray a woman’s confidence. He can still talk about the difficulties of working with Jessica while respecting the position she was in and up against. In contrast, Jared immediately defended his female co-stars when it was popular to dunk of them: the Olsen twins, Paris Hilton, and Snookie.

[glittter-vamp]

Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 15

Joe Burrow x Reader.

Warnings:18+ MDNI. Mention of Pregnancy. Angsty. Mention of Miscarriage. Alcohol. Raunchy jokes.

Word count: 4.7k

6 Months Later:

Getting your luggage at baggage claim in the sea of people at this busy airport, you make your way outside. The freezing cold winter weather smacks you in the face waking you up and sending shivers down your body. You had just flown into Cincinnati from Providence for the holidays. After what happened 6 months ago you got your shit together as quick as you could, stayed at your parents for a few weeks before you left to Providence and left your old life behind. You never found out who set fire to your apartment because the apartments surveillance system wasn't functioning properly and you also never found out who was behind the hit and run but you wanted to move on from that and you did, focusing on your new life in Rhode Island. Things had been going really well for, you loved your new Job, loved the new city and have met some pretty cool and nice people along the way.

You wait for a bit outside in the freezing cold weather, the crazy traffic and honking overstimulating you a bit but you finally spot the familiar car. "Hey bitch!!" Peyton yells and honks not caring about being annoying to those around you as he pulls up with Sasha riding shotgun. They both hop out of the car and hug you tight. "Oh I've missed you so much!!" Sasha says. "Me too bitch! Spending thanksgiving alone this year fucking sucked, I missed out wine and Chinese take out." Peyton says. "I missed you guys too and I told your ass I'd send you a ticket to come to me for that weekend!" You say to Peyton as you guys hop into the warm car, Peyton taking your luggage and putting it in the trunk. "Here, we got you some hot cocoa!" Sasha says passing it to you in the back. "You guys are the best, thanks." You smile taking a sip of the delicious chocolate and milk. "So, how was the plane ride?" Peyton asks as he gets us out of the crazy airport. "It was fine, lots of crying kids on board but thankfully I had my headphones." You nod.

"I hope your mom and dad aren't too upset you didn't go with them to Paris and decided to spend the holidays with us." Sasha says sipping on her own hot beverage. "Nah, my sister and her little family went, so they're enjoying that and have forgotten all about me by now." You shake your head. Your parents were yet another trip for the holidays, this time they invited you but you really didn't feel like traveling far for the holidays and skipped out on it, plus you were spending a lot of money on your new place. "Are you hungry? There's this new Mexican place in downtown where that Thai place was." Peyton asks. "I'm so down for some food, I haven't ate anything since last night." You agree. You guys talk about what you had been up to the last few days and end up at the Mexican restaurant sooner than you'd thought you'd be, which you knew was courtesy of Peyton's speeding. Walking into the restaurant it wasn't too busy, few people every other table. 

After you guys get seated and given menu's Sasha speaks up. "So...meet anyone new?" She wiggles her eyebrows at you. "No, you know I told you I don't want to date anyone for a while." You sigh. "Okay well maybe not date but have you hooked up with anyone? What are the guys like over there?" Peyton grins. "I haven't hooked up with anyone but I have gone to a few gay bars over there and the guys are cute! You're going to have a great time when you go." You smile nodding. "You're hanging out with other gays out there!? Oh, I should of let your ass walk here, how dare you replace me." Peyton scoffs making you and Sasha laugh.

"What about you guys? Anyone you guys are hiding from me?" You ask looking at your two best friends, Peyton shaking is head no. "I've been out with this guy a few times from work...his name is Jason." Sasha smiles. "Oh yeah you mentioned him to me a couple weeks ago, you guys hooked up yet?" You ask and she blushes. "Yeahhhh!" You and Peyton laugh making her blush even more. "Okay... okay! Hush there's people around!" Sasha says getting embarrassed. You guys enjoy your dinner and then head over to their apartment. Sasha and Peyton had moved in together since the whole weird note situation and my place getting burned down. They thought it would be safer for the both of them since they both lived alone. The place was super cute, spacious and just outside of the downtown area with good security.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Sasha asks Peyton and I after we all shower and change into our pajamas. "Wellll, I kind of promised Tee and Ja'Marr I'd hang out with them before they leave for the holidays." You bite your lip. "Wait...you still talk to them?!" Peyton asks as he makes us some drinks from the bar they had near a window. "Yeah...they text me all the time before games and keep tabs on me. We have a group chat & they are always asking when I'm coming to a home game so I thought we can go to one tomorrow if that's okay with you guys."  You say, your friends looking at you weird.

"You're not scared that they're telling Joe about what you're up to and how you're doing?" Peyton asks. "I don't... really care, What are they gonna tell him? That I'm doing good and I'm happy?" You shrug. "What about running into him tomorrow or having to see him?" Sasha asks. "I watch him every week on my tv and I have no issue ignoring him if I have too." You shrug. "Does he know his friends and teammates still talk to you?" Peyton asks. "Probably, Tee posted us on his story, it was a picture from when we volunteered last year, I don't really think they care much for Joe's opinion on this. After I basically told Joe to get out my life...the guys reached out and we had drinks one night before I left Ohio and they heard my point of view of things. They supported my decision, they knew Joe and I weren't compatible no matter how much we all wanted . " You shake you head taking the drink Peyton was making for you out of his hands.

"Do you... like either of them or something? Did you hook up with his teammates?" Sasha asks and you snort rolling your eyes. " Oh bitch, please tell me you did!" Peyton grins. "No! First off, one of them literally dated Mariana... no fucking thanks. Second, I am never ever getting involved with another professional athlete much less another football player that still plays with Joe and are really good friends with him. That's weird." You shake your head. "I mean, you could do the funniest thing ever and hook up with his teammates and kick Joe while he's been down, you know I like supporting women's rights but I also loveeeee supporting women's wrongs." Peyton smirks making Sasha laugh and you roll your eyes at him.

"Like I said, I'm not putting myself through that shit again. Once is enough." You shake your head taking a sip of the drink. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer but I'm pretty intrigued to know." Sasha speaks up and you nod. "Do you miss Joe at all?" Sasha asks and Peyton rolls his eyes as her question. "Oh girl c'mon on, let's not ruin Y/N's night here." Peyton scoffs. "What?! It's a valid question! She almost had a baby with the guy! ad everything happened so quick!" Sasha defends herself making you laugh as you sit on their couch.

"I'll be honest, even though he did bring unnecessary drama in my life for a while and things were never perfect between, he was still a very comforting person for me so I miss that, I think that's why I stuck it out so long with him, things felt at ease when  was around him...and maybe I miss the sex." You bite your lip making your friends chuckle. "That makes me sad that you guys ended the way you did and felt like this about him." Sasha pouts. "It is what it is, I'm sure he's moved on plenty since us." You shrug. "I heard he was dating a swimsuit model now, seems like he can't fathom being alone." Sasha snorts. "Can straight men ever?" Peyton laughs. "Good luck to her." You breathe shaking your head. You guys talk a bit more and enjoy your drinks while watching a Christmas movie before you all go to bed, you sleeping in their guest bedroom which was super cute and cozy.

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In the morning Peyton made you guys a delicious breakfast with French toast, eggs & bacon and you texted the group chat with the guys letting them know you were in town and if it was possible to get three tickets for tonight's game. Tee almost immediately texting back that he would get back to you as as he could about them.

"I say we go ice skating tomorrow." Sasha says as we sit around enjoying our breakfast. "I'm not that type of gay." Peyton says making you and Sasha laugh. "Oh come on! It'll be fun, maybe you can fall into the arms of a big strong guy." Sasha wiggles her eyebrows. "Girl, I'm 6 foot 5, I am the strong the guy?!" Peyton shakes his head making us laugh. We finish our food and as Sasha and I cleaned up since Peyton made breakfast, your phone dings. Drying your hands quickly on a towel nearby, you pick up the phone and see it was the guys, they had gotten tickets for you and your friends for tonight's game.

"The guys got the tickets." You say to your friends as you respond to the guys and thanking them for pulling some strings so last minute. "You know its supposed to be cold as shit tonight right guys?" Peyton says. "That's why whiskey exists!" You smile and he rolls his eyes. "Hey, you don't have to come if you don't want grandpa." Sasha says to Peyton. "Oh, I'm going!  You bitches aren't leaving me behind." Peyton says leaving us in the kitchen in the sassiest manner making you laugh. "You need to have your revenge dress moment tonight." Sasha says to you as you start the dish washer. "What are you talking about?" You chuckle looking at her weird. "In case you run into Joe! Which I'm sure might happen, you need to look good to see what he could of had if he wasn't such a dumbass ad respected you." Sasha nods. "Girl, it's going to be like 15 degree's tonight. I'm gonna be warm, I really don't care about making Joe feel some type of way." You shake your head. "Ugh, have some fun will you!" Sasha scoffs making you laugh.

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It was afternoon now and you guys had just finished getting ready for the game. As always, you just wore whatever you wanted not really caring too much about team colors. You just wore mostly black layers, cozy boots and some thermal blue jeans wanting to stay as warm as you could tonight. "The uber is here!" Sasha says walking into the living room from her room. We all head out into the cold air and make our way to the car the SUV that was waiting for us. "Do you know who they're playing today?" Sasha asks me as we ride in the back of the car. "Not a damn clue." You shake your head. "Go sports!" Peyton says making you guys laugh. You guys make it to the stadium, happy that you guys left when you did because the place was super packed with people making it hard to find your seats after you got through security.

"I'm getting us drinks!" Peyton says to Sasha and I. You guys not and Peyton leaves to the concession stand which wasn't that far away. "This is exciting!" Sasha smiles. "Last time I was here, it was with Mariana and then Joe and I had fight in the locker room." You snort shaking your head. "Crazy how time flies." Sasha shakes her head. Soon Peyton returns with some strong drinks for everyone and you take a picture of you three posting it on your story. After a bit, the game eventually starts and pretty much you three just cheer when everyone else cheered. It was a bit a weird for you to see Joe playing on the field right now, you guys hadn't talked since the day at the hospital when you lost the baby. 

You remember going out for those drinks with Ja'Marr and Tee and them trying to convince you to at least talk to Joe but you knew if you did in that moment, you probably wouldn't have left to Rhode Island and be where you are now. Part of you felt guilty for a bit after that, but it was really the only way for you to get out of every situation that had you unhappy plus, getting threatening notes and your apartment set on fire just wasn't something you wanted to stick around and play with to just attempt to be with Joe.

"I really... don't understand this fucking game, I'mmmm getting us more drinks." Peyton says making you laugh. "Get me vodka this time please!" Sasha says to him before he leaves us. "I don't know much about football but it seems like no one is having a good time out there, people keep getting hurt and they look so cold." Sasha says. "We are so undeserving of these tickets." You laugh shaking your head. All of a sudden you guys then spot Tee and Ja'Marr getting into it with some players of the opposing team on the field after a dirty hit on the field.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Peyton asks handing us drinks. " The other team is playing dirty and the guys aren't having it." You shrug. Taking a sip of the new drink, the game continues until half time. "We should get sushi after this!" Peyton says over the loud music that was playing, Sasha and I nodding in agreement.

You guys talk amongst yourselves and take plenty of pictures during halftime and before you knew it the guys were back on the field. They were pretty much neck in neck with the other team so this game could really still go either way. You spot Joe running on the field getting into position and instead of throwing the ball to one of his teammates he makes a run for it with the ball. "He's really... not that fast. Reminds me the rat from Ice Age with the acorn" Peyton says making your snort. "That's a squirrel not a rat!" You laugh as Joe runs with the ball almost making it to the end zone but out of no where this huge player from the other team tackles him, hard. The hit looked painful and it wasn't long before everyone spotted Joe holding his elbow in pain. "Oh fuck." You stand up feeling your heart sinking in your chest. "That doesn't look good." Sasha shakes her head standing next to you. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That was a baby hit!" You hear some guy behind you angrily yell to which you rolled your eyes at, as did many other fans around him.

Soon you heard the sea of people becoming disappointed and worried over Joe, the medics soon were on the field checking him out and every time they attempted to move his arm Joe would immediately wince in pain. "Oh baby... he's out. There's no way he's gonna keep playing." Peyton shakes his head. They get Joe up from the ground and he walks towards the tunnel looking extremely upset and in pain. The crowd cheers for him but even behind the cheers you could tell they were as upset as he was.

The energy in the stadium after that had did a complete 180. Luckily Joe's injury didn't cost them the game but people were still sad over what happened. As we were leaving two security guards approach us and you already knew the drill. " Y/N Y/L/N?" One of them asks me, Peyton already looking at them weird and getting defensive. "Yeah, let me guess. I gotta follow you." You raise an eyebrow at the man and he nods. "C'mon guys." You tell Sasha and Peyton who look at you weird. "It's the guys sending for us, we're not in trouble." You tell them and they nod still suspicious of this but still following you guys to the golf carts.

"This makes me feel like Beyoncé when she's backstage." Sasha says making you and Peyton look at each other and start laughing. "Humble yourself honey." Peyton snorts, Sasha flicking him off. You guys get taken the room you haven't seen since you had basically hated Joes guts. You all thank the guys and they let you know the drill with snacks and drinks. There was a few women in there probably waiting on their husband or boyfriend but you guys find a spot somewhere and sit down. "This is pretty cool." Sasha looks around. "They said anything was for grabs right?" Peyton says eyeing the snacks. "Go crazy." You chuckle as he gets up and heads over to the snack table.

"You think Joe is okay?" Sasha asks you. "Probably not." You shake your head. After a little while you hear two familiar voices call your name. Smiling you get up from your seat turning around seeing Tee and Ja'Marr. "Hey guys!!" You smile at them giving them each a hug. Sasha and Peyton greet them as well and you guys sit down at an empty table. "So how have you guys been?" Ja'Marr asks us. "Pretty good... Thanks for the tickets, that was quite the game." Sasha smiles. "No problem and yeah, this one's a tough one. Critical timing too since the play offs start very soon." Tee shakes his head. "At least you guys won though! Something good came out of it." You smile trying to lighten their mood. "Yeah but Joes out the rest of the season, he tore his UCL so if we were to make it to the Super Bowl... he can't even play. That's gonna fuck us up so much." Ja'Marr shakes his head. You couldn't help but to feel horrible for everyone especially Joe.

You all catch up for a bit, them asking you a billion questions about Rhode Island and asking if you'd ever return here to Ohio. Ja'Marr had asked you about Mariana, specifically if you've heard anything from her and you'd tell him no which was the truth. You didn't know exactly why he was asking but you didn't really want to ask. That was his business and you weren't getting into anything that had to do with her ever again. "I need to pee." Sasha says to you, Peyton nodding in agreement. "Bathrooms are over there to your right." Tee points. They thank him and they walk off leaving just you, Ja'Marr and Tee.

"So... have you talked to Joe at all?" Ja'Marr asks, both men looking at you for an answer. "No, I debated on reaching out a few times but I heard he was dating someone and I'm not getting into that type of drama again like that. Hell no." You shake your head. The guys look at each other for a moment and then bust out laughing which had you confused. "Dating who?! Dudes only focus has been football and stalking you on social media all these months." Tee laughs. "It was all over social media that he was dating some model & why or how would he be stalking my social media?" You ask confused since it was private. "That was just a stupid rumor started by some dumb gossip website and we've caught him on your Instagram a bunch of times. I think he has a fake profile which we've told him how weird that shit was by the way and his excuse was that he just wanted to make sure you were happy and safe." Ja'Marr shakes his head rolling his eyes.

"Did he leave already?" You ask. "Nah, he's in a medical room dealing with his emotions and shit. He doesn't wanna see anyone, he's going through it." Tee shakes his head with a disappointed look on his face. "Although... maybe he wouldn't mind seeing you." Ja'Marr smirks and your eyes open wide. "Hell no, no way." You shake your head. "No way what?" Sasha asks coming back to us, Peyton following her. "They want me to go talk to Joe." You shake your head. "Oh?" Peyton looks at you and you shake your head no. "He's down this hall to your left. C'mon guys, let's get some snacks and talk about how much Rhode Island sucks." Tee says to your friends and you scoff. "What? Guys! No—assholes." You mutter annoyed at them as they all ignore you and leave you standing out in the hall like an idiot.

Sighing you make your way to the door where Joe was behind, taking a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. Immediately you heard his voice. "Get out." He says in a very monotone way. You peek your head in and see he was laying down on a stretcher facing up in a dimly lit room with his good arm draped over his face. "I guess I deserve that attitude." You nod closing the door behind you. Your stomach flip flopping from nervousness. Joe freezes and peeks under his arm towards you.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Joe asks slowly sitting up. His injured arm in a sling. "I'm in town for the holidays and the guys gave me tickets to the game tonight." You awkwardly say stuffing you hands in your back pockets. He looked like he had been crying. "Of course they did." Joe scoffs. "I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now or ever but I just wanted to check up on you." You bite your lip awkwardly. "Yeah right, like you give a shit about what happens to me." He scoffs, it sucked hearing those words come from his mouth but you couldn't blame him, you weren't the nicest to him the last time you saw him. Plus, he was upset cause of his injury which is understandable.

 "I know I shouldn't have bothered you but I just wanted to apologize on how I left things... and your injury tonight...but I'll uh, leave you be." You nod reaching for the door again awkwardly. "Wait!" You hear Joe say before you could even touch the door. "I...shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I'm sorry. I'm...I'm not even mad at you." He shakes his head as he sits looking down at his dangling feet. He was still in half of his uniform and even though he was a grown ass man well over 6 foot, he looked so small to you in this moment. "You don't have to lie, I know the way I handled things was beyond fucked up." You sigh leaning against the door. "Honestly, you had every right. I was being a stupid jackass, my parents knocked some sense into me after I came clean with everything. You put up with too much shit with me and I was worried too much about myself and not enough about you. I'm surprised you didn't come fined me and ran me over with your car" Joe admits. "Well...to be fair I didn't have one at the time so, maybe that worked in your favor." You tease making him chuckle. 

"Maybe it was just a classic case of right people, wrong time." You shrug. "You really think we could of been right for each other if things weren't so fucked up around us and I wouldn't have fucked up most of it?" Joe asks. "I'd like to think so, we pretty much ignored every red flag between and around us Joe... I think that ultimately fucked everything up because we choose to ignore and ignore." You say, Joe nodding. "How's Rhode Island?" Joe asks and you snort. "You should know...the guys told me about your Instagram stalking." You tease seeing Joe's freeze and his face turn a light shade of pink. "Fucking assholes." Joe mutters shaking his head making you chuckle. "I didn't mean to be weird, I just still feel paranoid about your safety with everything that happened. M=Ja'marr thinks Mariana was behind everything, he found some weird folder with information about us two...I think she was going to try and blackmail us if news hit about the affair she was having on Ja'Marr. She's disappeared. We think she left Ohio." Joe fills you in and you scoff. "That fucking crazy bitch." You shake your head. 

"Things are pretty good, I like the city, co workers are pretty cool." You nod changing the subject. "I'm really happy to hear that." Joe says giving you a small smile. Before you could reply there was a knock on the door followed by the voice of a man you didn't recognize. "Burrow, your parents are looking for you dude, pack it up, get some rest." The guy says. "I should... get back to everyone, I'm sure they're hungry and waiting on me." You say to Joe and he nods looking sad. "I'm really sorry I couldn't be the man you deserved Y/N, I kill myself over it everyday." Joe says somberly. "People aren't perfect Joe, don't beat yourself up over it, but I really do hope you recover as quickly and good as possible. I would tell you to not be too hard on yourself while you recover but I might as well talk to a brick wall for that." You joke making Joe chuckle. "Take care of yourself and you should come to more games, helps motivate the guys." Joe says glossy eyes which almost triggered your own emotions that you were pushing down. " I will take it under consideration, take care of yourself." You smile at him before leaving the room and letting out a deep breath trying to control your emotions before you meet everyone up again. 

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A month later:

The holidays came and went. You spent time with your best friends and you were now back in Rhode Island in your home. Winter had officially struck the north east as it was snowing today. Cuddled up on your couch with the fire place on and a glass of wine in your hand you were on facetime with your friends. "So, when are you coming back?" Peyton asks you. "Uh! no Sir, it's time you guys come to me. We can do something this summer...I just finished the guest bedrooms and we can hit all the bars out here, maybe even drive to Boston for a weekend." You suggest. "I'm down for some Boston cheeks." Peyton smirks making Sasha roll her eyes and you laugh. "Did you spend the homegoods gift card we got you for Christmas?" Sasha asks changing the subject. "I did! I got stuff for the guest bathroom and a few holiday clearance stuff for next Christmas." You nod. You talk more with your friends about what you guys had planned for the next few weeks until your doorbell rang. It was 7PM on a snowy Friday night and you weren't expecting anyone over. "Uh oh booty call! We'll let you go so you can have your fun." Peyton winks. "It's probably my neighbors stupid doordash again, she keeps putting my door number for some reason, but I'll talk to you guys later." You sigh getting up. You hang up your phone tossing it on the couch and setting down your wine glass on your side table. You go to your door opening just a bit expecting some poor delivery driver in this snow but you almost choke on your own spit when you saw who it was. "Wh-what are you doing here?" You stand there frozen in place. 

"I'm... done ignoring." Joe responds. 

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A/N: I know I said this last chapter was coming Sunday but I couldn't wait that long lol Ohio Is For Lovers has officially wrapped up and I just want to thank you guys sosososososo much for reading and supporting this series. I haven't written a series in years and the love and support you guys have shown me has meant soooo much! If you haven't checked it out already I have been working on a new Joe Burrow series called Cherry Waves, so check that out if you'd like and if it's not for you I plan on doing a small holiday series in November. Thanks again for the support 🖤🖤🖤

[seat-safety-switch]

Now that we’ve added a single bike lane, the city folks are all crowing about how they’re clever and are supporting alternative modes of transportation. That might be so, but that bike lane is right next to a major highway. It’s not very convenient to get to, and it’s very far away from taco-based sustenance. Sure, you can ride that bikeway most of the way downtown – and then get off your bike to cross eight blocks of intersections, pay Old Salty Harold a couple coins so you can use his floating barge to cross the river, and end up at the eighteen-dollar taco restaurant that doesn’t have running water.

Into this, a solution is formed. You see, my municipality has very loose restrictions on what qualifies as “a bicycle.” So as not to frighten the car owners like myself too much, they’ve allowed a virtually unlimited amount of electric horsepower in the vague shape of a moped. All I have to do is keep the land speed under about 30 kilometers an hour, and the completely-absent bike lane cops won’t write me an unenforceable ticket for speeding on the bike lane they have a philosophical objection to the very existence of. Doing this is much easier when I’ve poorly welded a steel cooler full of microwave burritos to the front of an old Norco.

Not only is the front section pretty draggy: so is the chain! You can hear that bastard slap and struggle as it passes the couple of missing teeth on every gear. Why is the geartrain missing so many teeth? Well, they were either stripped off from the torque of the half-kilowatt electric motor I stole out of an abandoned Tesla, or rotted away in the river before the fateful summer afternoon when the aforementioned boatman, Old Salty Harold, helped me pull it out of the river. Don’t worry, I can still book it to all the popular break spots along the bikeway (a defective bus bench, a flickering light pole, a frequently-flooding unlit tunnel into downtown) and hand out some fresh battery-warmed imitation Mexican food to all the commuters.

I’ve made like twelve dollars this week alone, which doesn’t exactly pay for all the tires I keep melting (this vehicle should perhaps be reclassified as ”some emissions,”) but it’s about giving back to society. And you never know what’ll happen next. Well, not efficient and timely public transit, that’s not coming for sure.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Don't Believe His Lies

Jessica's Tale as told by @nattinatalia

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

I don’t know how it happened, but it did and it was so fast.

I don’t know if it was his blue eyes that pulled me in. His smile probably, or the way he carries himself, But I fell hard and I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same for anybody else.

I met Jack three years ago in San Diego, I was working at a club he was hosting and performing at. I was the bottle girl, yeah how poetic is that? All night long he kept eyeing me and trying to get my attention with little touches here and there whenever I would go up to his section, but I was working so I paid him no mind.

Paying him no attention? That’s an ego killer for a man like him, he’s always confident and so sure of himself. But he loved the chase and so did I. It started with gifts, trips and whispers of sweet words. It went on for about a month until I finally gave in and we’ve been together ever since.

“Babe, I just don’t understand why? We’ve been together for almost two years, why can’t we talk about taking the next step?” You’re straddling his lap, his hands on your waist while he’s looking at his phone.

Jack had arrived in my hometown two hours ago and said he would be staying for the weekend. But I’ve been missing him like crazy, I’ve been moody due to my period and I was just picking fights.

“And what next step is that? We’re together, this apartment is ours, that car in the garage is yours, those gifts I brought with me? All yours, so what next step are you talking about?”

I roll my eyes at his words, “Bro, that’s materialistic things I could care less about. I appreciate the gifts but I’m talking about actually settling down, moving in together. Not what we’re doing now, you come and go every two weeks and it’s not because of your schedule, I see your Instagram stories when you’re back in your hometown with your friends.”

“First of all, don’t call me bro Jessica. Second of all, I told you I’m just not ready to do all of that. What’s the point of moving you to my hometown when I’m about to start my tour and I’ll barely be home. It’s best if you stay here, surrounded by your friends and family.”

I make a face at that so he pulls me in closer “Baby, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that this year I’ll be busy non stop more than ever. I need you to stay here so you don’t feel lonely if I do move you in with me.”

I shrug, “I wouldn’t feel lonely if I met your mom.”

“You’ve met my mom, crazy girl.”

I nod, “You introduced me to her as Urban’s friend, not your girlfriend and it was a five minute conversation.”

“Did I? Well I’m sorry mamas. But stop, come on I’m only here for the weekend and since I walked in you’ve been picking a fight.”

You roll your eyes “And you’ve been on your phone the second you got here. Who are you texting so much?”

“Jessica seriously? It’s work stuff.”

I go to get off his lap but he holds me in place. “I’m just needy, I miss you and I’m in my feelings. I need reassurance about us.”

“Jess, me being here isn’t reassuring enough to you?” He gives me a kiss and squeezes my thighs. “Let’s just enjoy the weekend, let me go to the Mexican restaurant you love so much, two blocks from here and I’ll get food, while you set up here for a movie or shit, I’ll even let you play those two shows you love so much. I have plans for the entire weekend, baby, let’s not ruin it.”

You smile, “You’re willing to watch Sons of Anarchy and Mayans MC with me? Oh that’s love right there.”

He smiles, “I do love your annoying ass.”

“I love you too, now hurry up.” I get off his lap. “Today they close early. Get me an order of tacos de adobada, and a California burrito with a Horchata please.”

He stands up and heads for his keys and wallet “I’ll be quick.” He gives me a quick kiss and walks out the door.

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Ten minutes later I’m done setting everything up in the living room when there’s a knock on the door.

I chuckle “Did you lose your keys or what?” I go to open the door thinking it was Jack, but I see no one, I look to both sides and see no one is there, but an envelope on the floor caught my attention.

I go to pick it up and walk back inside and start opening it up.

Nothing could prepare me for what I saw.

Pictures.

Lots of pictures of Jack with different women.

The cherry on top?

This mother fucker is married and with kids.

I don’t know how long I stood there, looking through every picture. Everything was timed and dated so there’s no way these are old, he’s even wearing a chain I got him last year for Christmas in a most recent picture.

Seeing him with all these other women was hard, but what broke me was seeing the pictures of him and his family.

Never in my life did I ever think I’d be or wanted to be a homewrecker, I would never get involved with a married man.

This is how Jack found me, a crying mess in the middle of my living room, pictures scattered all over the coffee table.

“Baby?”

“Jessica, what’s wrong mamas?”

I look up at him. “Do you not see what’s on the table?”

He looks confused and goes to pick up a picture “W-what is this shit? Are you spying on me?”

I stand up and glare at him. “That’s what you have to say? Am I spying on you? Jackman you’re married, fucking married and with beautiful children.”

“Jess-“

I shake my head “No, no fuck you. How can you do this to me? To them? Two years, two fucking years and not only with me, with numerous of women too. How can you do that and go back to your family like nothing?”

“If you just let me explain-“

“Explain what? There’s no explanation to any of this mess. The proof is all there.” I point at the pictures. “I’m not spying on you by the way, that was left on my doorstep.”

“These are old pictures baby, you have to believe me. I love you and I’m here with you.”

I chuckle “Nice try, those are recent. Do you want me to show you the videos that came into my email? Having to watch a glimpse into what I thought you only do with me?”

“Jess baby, let’s sit down and talk about this.”

I shake my head. “No, get out.”

“What?”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT.” I yell.

“You played me, you played them. This is fucked up in so many ways. Y-you lied to me, you broke me. This is not something we sit down and talk about.”

I’m a crying mess, I feel my heart beating so fast, I feel like I’m about to have a panic attack. “Baby, calm down, breathe for me.”

“DO NOT TOUCH ME. GET OUT!!!!”

“Jess”

I look at him then push at his chest, “Leave please. If you have any little respect or love for me like you claim you do. Please leave.” I go to sit down on the couch looking down at my hands.

I hear him walking back and forth between the bedroom and living room. Probably getting his stuff

“I’ll check in on you later, I do love you pretty girl. Never forget that.” He comes towards me and I feel him kiss the top of my head and with that he walks out.

I let more tears out, I get up from the couch and grab the pictures and start ripping every single one of them.

I yell.

I cry.

I break things.

I burn the remaining of the pictures.

I threw his clothes out the balcony.

I cry some more.

I’m broken, I’m hurt.

I loved him.

I thought he was the man I would eventually settle down with, get married and have kids.

But I couldn’t do that with a man who was already married and with kids.

One thing is for sure though, I’m going to make sure the rest of the women know who they’re dealing with.

They don’t deserve this.

His wife doesn’t deserve this.

His kids definitely don’t deserve this.

Your mom was right, when she told you, you don’t fall in love at the club.

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Texas Transplant Pt. 1

Paring: Tommy Miller x Reader

Word count: 6k

Part 2

Summary: Tommy is tired of living in Joel's shadow. He feels broken and unloveable, just going threw the motions of life. Then you walked into his life making him realize it is possible for him to be loved and cared for.

Tommy Miller x reader AU (the out break doesn't happen

Warnings: Slow Burn Slow Build Pining Mutual Pining Smut Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love I think that’s about it for this part let me know if I missed anything

A/N: I’m so nervous to start posting this story but I’m extremely proud of it! Please let me know how you like it! I’ll be updating it regularly

“Jesus” you whisper under your breath as you enter your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping down on the couch allowing your head to fall back.

“How did everything go?” You’re greeted to the nervous ton of your best friend and roommate Stacey. You slowly roll your head to the right to face her and are greeted by her warm smile and a drink when you open your eyes.

“Please tell me that asshole finally signed the papers?” She says handing you the drink and flopping down on the couch next to you.

You took a deep breath and then a long sip of your drink. “Im finally done with this hellish part of my life” you said as you raised your glass and cheers with her.

“We should go out to get some food and drinks to celebrate you getting your life back, plus there’s something I wanted to talk to you about”

“Sounds great, let me get changed real quick” you said jumping up and heading to you room to change.

You guys settled on the little Mexican restaurant on your block, everyone there was incredibly nice and and they always let us stay as long as we wanted.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You asked inquisitively furrowing your brow.

“Um my uncle Ron passed away a couple weeks ago”

“ oh my god why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were in the middle of the divorce and there’s more too it so i didn’t want to bombard you with stuff.”

“I’m so sorry you felt like you needed to hide it, you can always tell me about anything at any time” you said smiling warmly.

Stacey lets the conversation fall silent while she figures out how to say what she wants to say next.

“So… you remember how you always talk about how miserable we both are here and that once your divorce was final that maybe we’d move away and start a new adventure somewhere else”

“Yea… I do. I don’t know what that has to do with your uncle though.” You say chuckling.

“I guess my family had been fighting over who would get his house and it pissed him off so a few years ago he left the house to me and never told anyone. I got this envelope in the mail a few weeks ago after her passed from the people handling the will.” She pulls a big Manila envelope out of her bag and hands it to you.

“The house is all payed for and was kept up with really nicely. A couple years ago he had the kitchen and both bathrooms completely redone too.”

“Where did your uncle live again, Texas?”

“Yea in Austin, it’s been a long time since I went down there there but I remember the area that he lived in was nice.”

You’re completely shocked looking at the paperwork, your mouth ajar slightly.

“This is our chance to make the life’s we wanted for ourselves and start over.”

“We’d have to figure wor-“

“Funny you should mention work” Stacey says cutting you off with a laugh.

“I took the liberty of asking work about it, and they said they would be more than happy to transfer us to the customer service team so we could work remotely, we would just have to come back a couple times a year for company meetings.”

You laugh “Jesus you really thought of everything didn’t you?”

“I know how you are, over thinking everything” she says teasing “I didn’t want you to have to worry about the details”

You start tearing up thinking about everything, the last 5 years have been hell and she’s been with you every step of the way.

“You really want to share your house with me?” You say your voice cracking slightly.

“It’s not just my house, it’ll be our house. But yes of course I do. Where I go you go and vice versa, you really think I wouldn’t want you to do this without you?”

“No I-I just don’t know what I would do without you. I still haven’t figured out what I did to deserve a best friend like you in my life but man life would be pretty fucking boring without you”

“I know, I’m pretty fucking great aren’t I?” She says dusting her shoulders off grinning ear to ear, before you guys break out in hysterical laughter.

“Screw it! I’m in, let’s do it! What do we really have to lose?”

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It took several days and many miles but you and Stacey finally came to a stop in front of your new house.

"My god! Remind me never to get in a uhaul with you again" you laugh as you hope out.

"Well we made it here alive so you can't complain to badly" Stacey quipped

"This neighborhood is really cute"

"It is, it's a lot how I remember it being. Come on I'll show you around the inside so we can pick rooms before we start moving stuff."

You two settled for your taking the master bedroom with attached bathroom and the spare room down stairs and Stacey took the whole upstairs consisting of a large bedroom, spare room and a bathroom.

You guys didn't waste any time starting to move stuff in. Thankfully when packing you two labeled the room each box belonged to so it made the process go smooth and somewhat fast.

"Look someone is moving in next door" Sarah points out as her, Joel and Tommy pull into their driveway.

Joel and Tommy look over to see what she's pointing at when Tommy puts the truck in park.

"I didn't know Ron's house was for sale" Tommy says turning to Joel.

"Yea I didn't think it was"

As they all get out the truck they hear muffled commotion coming from the back of the moving truck.

"Do you have it? Are you sure you have it?"

"Yes I totally have it"

"Oh shit.. no no no, I don't have it"

Can be heard followed by a loud thud and a loud "fuck I hope we didn't break that" followed by laughter.

"Joel it sounds like two girls, maybe we should see if they need help?" Tommy says nervously knowing his brother probably won't want to help them.

Joel let's out a big sigh " ugh I s'pose your right or at the very least make sure they ain't hurt" he says rubbing his face.

"Do y'all need some help?" Joel says as him and Tommy make their way up the ramp of the moving truck.

Scaring the shit out of you both, Stacey whips around to see who the unfamiliar voice is.

"Oh sorry sweetheart, we didn't mean to startle you"

"Who the fuck is that?" You whisper from your position laying down.

"We just heard a little bit of a commotion so we thought we'd offer some help" Tommy says as he steps out from behind Joel smiling.

"Oh no it's ok, just wasn't expecting company that's all, some help would be great though" Stacey says as she smacks you a couple times on the head, motioning for you to get up.

"I'm sorry we were making a lot of noise, we're not always this loud I promise" you say as you sit up putting your arm on the back of the couch and resting your chin on it.

"Jesus I didn't see you there sweetheart, you scared the shit outta me" Joel exclaims as he jumps a little bit. You, Stacey and Tommy all laugh at Joel's expression.

Tommy heard you talking before you sat up, he swears your laugh makes his heart skip a beat. He smiles at the way you blush and turn away when he realizes you were letting your gaze settle on him for an extended amount of time.

"Did you know the family? I didn't realize Ron's house was for sale" Joel asks as Stacey climbs over the arm of the couch to come around the front of it.

"Oh it wasn't, Ron was my uncle, he left me the house when he passed away"

"Oh, I'm very sorry for your loss darlin', your uncle was a good man"

You stand on the couch and move to swing your legs over the back to hop over it when Tommy quickly steps forward offering you his hand to steady yourself with, which you happily accept.

"Thank you" you say offering him a warm smile.

"My pleasure Darlin'" he coos back, his accent thick and smooth sending shivers down your spinespin.

"I'm Tommy by the way, Tommy Miller" he says extending his hand out for you to shake.

"And this here is my brother Joel. We're your neighbors"

"We're there neighbors?" Joel says slapping Tommy's arm

"Ok well he and my niece are your neighbors, I live a few streets over but I'm there all the time" he chuckles.

"I'm (y/n)" you say with a warm genuine smile.

"And I'm Stacey"

You both reach out shaking their hands and offering them warm smiles and greetings.

The brothers make quick work of helping you two move all the heavy furniture, putting it where ever you told them to.

"Thank god for the two of you, I'm not sure why we thought it was a good idea to try to do this all ourselves" you say chuckling.

"Yea it's a good thing we heard you guys or you for sure would of broken this couch" Tommy teases back a small grin on his face

Being dramatic you throw the back of your hand to your forehead pretending to pass out. "Oh my goodness whatever would we of done without you" instantly you both breakout in genuine laughter. Both holding each other gaze for a moment. You both felt that there was something about each other that neither of you could put your finger on. That even though you both had just met , you both felt some kind of calming, comforting presence about each other.

"Are you gonna finish helping me Tommy or are you just gonna stand there fucking around?" Joel huffs from the other room as he's putting your bed together.

"Jesus someone's grumpy" you mumble before you realize what you've said and you hand shot up to cover your mouth.

Tommy grins wildly and snickers quietly at your comment "yea he can be pretty fucking grumpy sometimes" he winks as he heads in to help Joel.

There's a knock at the door and you leave everyone in the kitchen to answer it, wondering who it could possibly be. Much to your surprise it's a young girl probably about 16-17 with full thick dark curly hair.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Sarah! I live next door" she says excitedly.

"I was just wondering if my dad was still her?"

Joel hearing Sarah's voice enters the living room.

"Is everything alright? We're almost done here"

"Yea I was just wondering if you had any ideas for dinner?"

You looked at your phone realizing it was almost 7pm

"Let us get a round of pizza as a thank you for you and Tommy's help, it's the least we could do"

"Oh no that's ok sweetheart we don't want to be a bother, you two must be tired"

"Really it's ok, the companies nice" you say your eyes meeting Tommy's for a moment before you smile.

"Really it's the least we could do" Stacey pipes in.

"They're trying to do something nice Joel, let 'em" Tommy says before letting his gaze rest on you. He had admittedly his own selfish reasons for wanting to stay longer. He wanted to stay in you presence as long as he could.

"Sarah these are our new neighbors, this is Stacey and (Y/n)"

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you both!" She exclaims. Joel can't help but notice that as soon as Sarah's there both you and Stacey give her your undivided attention answering all her questions and laughing with her like you had know their family for ever. He was taken by surprise by this and it made it him so happy to see.

"Oh shit" you pause "does the pizza place deliver? I'm just realizing our cars getting transported here and they won't arrive until next week sometime"

"They don't but it's no problem, I can go pick it up"

"I'm happy to go with you to help,Tommy"

"Ok deal" he says a small smile on his face, pleasantly taken aback by your offer to join him.

The pizza was great and the company was even better, it was so nice getting to know the Millers, everything flowed normal like you'd know them for years.

"Y'know, I'd be more than happy to bring you guys to the grocery store tomorrow so you can get some things until you cars arrive" Tommy offers with a warm smile.

"Oh no that's ok, we couldn't impose on you like that. It's the weekend I'm sure you have better things to do then drive either of us around."

"Oh trust me sweetheart he ain't got nothin' goin' on"

"Jesus Christ Joel" Tommy mumbled while smacking his brother. His face turning the slightest shade of red.

"Well if it truly wouldn't be a bother, I'll happily take you up on your offer"

"I'm more than happy to help, when's a good time for you?"

"Let's say like 2pm?"

"Sounds like a plan I'll be here at 2"

Tommy's heart melts at how thoughtful and caring you are right off the bat.

"Well we best be goin' don't want to over stay our welcome I'm sure the two of you must be tired" Tommy pipes up stretching as he stands.

"Well you guys are welcome here any time." You offer with a genuine but tired smile.

"Here you two take my cell number incase you ever need anything I'm right next door" Joel offers.

Stacey walks everyone out while you stay in the kitchen to start cleaning up.

You look up to see Tommy shyly standing in the doorway.

"I-I just wanted to give you my number incase you decide you don't want to go tomorrow you can just text me" his tone is shy like he's half expecting you won't want to go after all.

He puts his number in your phone and hands it back you. "Well I'll see you tomorrow" he says giving you a hopeful smile.

"Well wait"

He turns quickly on his heels back to you.

"Let me give you my number too, um incase you decide you don't have time to go tomorrow you can just text me"

"Your not getting rid of me that easy" he teases

"Jesus Tommy leave the poor girl alone, let's go"

Tommy let's out a groan and rolls his eyes.

"Sorry" he whispers pulling his gaze to the floor. Before he can turn you lightly reach out touching his arm. "Don't listen to him, your not bothering me" you say flashing him a warm smile. His eye light up at your comment "I'll see you tomorrow"

When you hear the door shut you run into the living room locking eyes with Stacey like your both dying to say the same thing.

"Are they infront of the house still?!"

Stacey quickly checks out the window "no there gone!"

"Umm had you met them before?"

"No... but Jesus a little heads up from my uncle Ron that his neighbors were hot as hell would of been nice" she says as you both breakout in laughter.

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You hear a knock at the door pausing to look at the time, you realize it must be Tommy.

“Stacey can you grab the door? I think it’s Tommy. I’m just finishing getting dressed” you call from your room, already hearing her footsteps

“Im on it!”

“Hey Tommy, come on in, make yourself at home (y/n) is just finishing getting ready.”

“Sorry I know I’m a little early.”

The tone of his voice made your heart beat faster. Him being early made you smile, you were always early for everything.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Not that we actually have anything to offer you but I can get you some water” she chuckles and shrugs

“ oh no I’m all set thank you darlin’”

Tommy perks up and smiles at the mere sound of your foot steps coming down the hall, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Stacey.

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting Tommy”

“Oh it’s no trouble really Darlin’ I don’t mind at all, it’s my fault for being early”

He stands as soon as you enter the room and you look up to see his beautiful calming smile, gaze already on you.

You can feel your face heating up but you can’t help but smile just as much back at him.

“You coming’ along too Stacey?”

“No, not today. I’m gonna stay here and work on unpacking, but don’t worry I sent her with a list.” She laughs when you roll your eyes and playfully pushed her shoulder, making Tommy chuckle, he loves seeing a little glimpse at your personality.

You turn to him “sorry looks like you’re stuck with just me today” you tease giggling and shrugging dramatically.

Your giggle and playfulness sends a shiver down his back into a fluttering in his stomach, like there’s a magnetic pull between the two of you. He wonders if you feel it too and little does he know but you do, you also feel it.

“I wouldn’t quiet word it like that darlin’”

Your face turns red and you turn away embarrassed.

“I’m ready to go if you are” you manage to get out.

When you get out to Tommy’s truck he opens the door for you, closing it once you’re situated.

You’re barely out of the driveway when a big loud yawn escapes you. Tommy laughs as your hands snap up to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Am I boring you already sweetheart? We barely made it out of the driveway” he teases as he nudges your shoulder lightly with his hand. You can’t help but smile when he touches you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Omg I’m so sorry that was so rude, I’m just tired. I didn’t exactly go to bed when you guys left last night like I was intending to. And since we have nothing in the house I haven’t had my coffee today”

He can’t help but smile as he catches a glimpse of you stretching and getting more comfortable. Tommy is beaming with pride at the thought that he’s able to make you feel comfortable being alone with him. Trust and making people comfortable are too very important things to Tommy.

“Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee with me?” He says smiling somewhat nervously. Worried about making you feel weird.

“The coffee shop Sarah works at is close, she should be workin’ today plus I haven’t had my afternoon coffee yet”

You can’t help your lips curling into the most genuine smile that you’ve given someone other than Stacey in what feels like years.

“That would be really nice, I’d love too!”you say turning your gaze to him. He pulls his eyes off the road just long enough so he can take in your beautiful smile. Making him smile just as big and genuine back at you. Tommy’s smiles makes your heart skip a beat. There’s just something about him, something that makes you feel comfortable and completely at ease in a way that nobody that you just met ever has.

You guys pull up to the coffee shop and he gets out and opens the door for you, offering a hand to help you slide out of the truck. You give him a warm smile as he does so. As soon as you and Tommy step into the cafe your greeted with a excited “Uncle Tommy and (y/n)!”

Your heart warms that Sarah remembers your name.

“Hey Kiddo” Tommy greets her, turning back to smile at you.

Your mind races my god this man is such a flirt but also the nicest goddamn person I’ve ever met you think you yourself.

“What can I get you guys, it’s on the house” Sarah says genuinely happy you and Tommy stopped by.

“Oh that’s so nice of you, you don’t have to do that”

“Please, it’s my perk of working here, I can treat my family and friends with coffees when I want and I’m excited you and Uncle Tommy stopped in”

You’ve never felt more excepted and welcomed the way the Miller family has made you feel instantly, you already feeling the weight of how special it is to have them all in your life, they are the family you always wished you had.

As your waiting for your coffees Tommy sees the exact moment you realize there’s local art and photographs lining the walls of the cafe. He watches as you make your way around the empty cafe taking time to look at every piece of art work. Tommy finds you radiant in the moment, watching your soft expression as you intently take in each piece, the way your eyes scan over every detail, the way you smile at the ones you like the most. The way your opening up, letting your guard down allowing him get a glimpse into who you are and what makes you tick.

His large hand ghosts over your lower back before settling there, his tone low and soothing “would you like to sit or leave?”

You turn to look at him, his gaze is already intently on you, he doesn’t want to startle you or make you uncomfortable. His features soften into a goofy smile when you meet his gaze with a smile, “Let’s sit” his hand stays on your lower back for a few beats as you walk to your seats and you swear he can feel you’re pulse radiating outside of you’re body.

The conversation with Tommy flows easily and naturally, both of you having no idea that the other is completely soothed and calmed my each others presence.

“Do you and Stacey plan to stay Austin?”

“We do, it’s a new start for us and since her uncle left the house to her we figured this was the place for us. Neither of us have any interest in living back home so I think we’ll be here for the long hall. And our jobs allow us to work remotely so our work was fine with us moving. We just have to go back a couple times a year for meetings.” Tommy can tell that something happened but he won’t push you, if you want him to know you’ll tell him when your ready.

“Oh y’all work together? What do y’all do?”

“Yea, we’ve been friends for years from a job we worked at together and then I left and got her hired there when I got settled. We work for a company that makes mens and womens grooming products. We used to work in their warehouse doing physical hands on work but now we’ll be working on their customer service team fixing problems with peoples orders and answering emails and customer chats. It’ll be a adjustment, they gave us a couple weeks off to get settled”

Tommy admires your job and is impressed that your not afraid to work hard and get your hands dirty.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a contractor, Joel and I actually run a contracting business together. We started it shortly after I came back from Desert Storm.” As it slips out of his mouth he panics internally. He usually doesn’t talk about his time in the military with people, hiding that part of his life from most people. He’s really struggling with life after being at war and most people don’t respond well to that so he just stopping sharing.

“I didn’t know you were a veteran, thank you for serving.” You smile warmly at him, sensing that he’s nervous about bringing it up.

“I won’t press you to talk about it. I understand that it’s deferent for everyone. I’m not here to judge you either way. But I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.” You reach over placing your hand on his briefly to comfort him. His dark coffee eyes soften and his face relaxes at the reassurance. You pull you hand away when Sarah approaches you guys. “Hey (y/n) I’m off on Tuesday and Wednesday this week and wanted to see if you and Stacey might want some company and help unpacking?”

“Oh! Sarah that’s so nice of you, we would love some company, don’t feel like you have to help us unpack but your welcome over at our place anytime, both of you really are welcome over well I guess I should say all 3 of you guys always a place at our house.”

“Here’s both of our numbers if you ever need us and feel free to come over anytime after school” you say handing her a napkin with both your and Stacey’s numbers it.

“We should get going, I don’t want to keep you tied up all day” you anxiously express not wanting him to feel your wasting his day off.

“Anything particular you’d like to listen too?” Tommy asks as your getting settled back into the truck.

“I really like a little bit of everything music wise, put on what ever your feeling like”

“Alright well here’s a little bit of Texas’s finest” he says with that cute cocky smile on his face as he hits play and the music fills the truck.

You start grooving to the music as soon as the first note starts, knowing exactly what it is.

Tommy grins wildly when he sees your into it. “You know these guys?”

“Yea I listen to them all the time” you can’t help but smile at seeing this little bit of his music taste, knowing he probably likes a lot of the same stuff that you do.

“So… I’ve gotta run to Target today for some stuff and thought I’d see if you wanted to go, see if you might need anything there. If not no worries I’ll just go after we take you grocery shopping”

You can’t help but smile “ oh no that’s ok I don’t want to take up your whole day” you say trying to decline but the smile remains on your face and he can see it out of the corner of his eye. You can’t help it but let out a little laugh covering part of your face as you face the window.

“What?” He says letting out a little chuckle, which makes you giggle again.

“What’s so funny darlin’?”

You can’t contain the laugh that bubbles out as you start to answer “I love Target” you say barely able to hold back the giggle which makes him laugh at your comment.

“Well that settles it then, we’re going to Target”

You try to respond but he cuts you off before you get any words out.

“I know what your gonna say, don’t worry about me, I’m having a good day”

He says playfully nudging you’re arm as he pulls away from the curb.

“Well good, because I’m having a good day too” you smile playfully returning the nudge.

You and Tommy finally find your way to the grocery store, wandering up in down every isle both with carts when you feel you phone buzz.

You pull it out of your pocket and see that Stacey texted you. You can’t help but let out a loud boisterous as you read your message, catching Tommy’s attention, making him smile instantly at the sound of it. Your back is turned to Tommy as he comes up behind you.

“What’s go ya laughin’ sweetheart?” He says chuckling, His voice smooth and husky sending a shiver down your spine. Your turn your head slightly and notice he’s right behind you, so you hold youre phone up level with your shoulder so he can see. “Oh just got this text from Stacey” you say reading it out loud

Stacey: uhhhh you’ve been gone for hours did Tommy axe murder you or what?

Tommy laughed as your reading, leaning forward slightly brushing his broad chest against your back. He’s surprised your sharing this moment with him but happy to see a glimpse into how the two of you are and how your friendship is.

Y/n: sorry to report I’m alive and well, you won’t be getting rid of me that easily! We are wrapping up at the grocery store. Sorry he also took me to Target so it’s taken longer

Tommy sees your response to her, taking joy in the sense of humor you have.

Stacey: oh shit he took you to Target?! What has he done, he’s never getting rid of you now hahaha….well I went up to the market near the house to get stuff to make your chili recipe and it’s been in the crockpot. He’s welcome to stay for dinner if you want.

He’s still right behind you, chest still lightly touching your back.

“Shes right, the least we could do is feed you after you’ve put up with me all day” you say trying to be funny and keep your cool with how close he is to you.

He finds you’re comment funny but he’s also sensing some truth in your words that you feel like he’s just been putting up with you. Which tugs at his heart because quiet frankly it’s the exact opposite, Tommy couldn’t be happier spending time with you the last couple days. Even though you two just met he feels such a strong connection with you.

“Oh before we check out, do you know what kind of snacks Sarah likes or if she likes anything special to drink? If she’s going to come over to the house a lot I want to make sure theres some stuff she likes in the house”

Tommy melts at how big he’s realizing your heart is, how thoughtful and caring you are. The fact that you’re even giving the time of day to Sarah means a lot to him and he knows it would to Joel too.

You guys finish getting the last few items you need, check out and load everything into the truck.

You return back to your the house and carry all the bags inside, on the last trip out to truck Tommy asks “do you want me to stay for dinner?” His question catching you off guard, Tommy comes off as very confident yet you can hear a hint of nervousness as he calls back to Stacey’s statements.

When you meet his gaze he already looking at you, searching your body langue for something that tells him you want him to stay.

“Because I understand if not, you’ve been dealin’ with me all day”

You’re features soften and smile warmly when you answer. “Of course I do, I’d love for you to stay for dinner if you’d like too. But i totally get it if not, you have been stuck with me all day after all.”

“I’d love too” his features immediately soften, the cutest smile tugs at his lips.

Tommy takes a big bite of the chili and sits back in his chair a little “damn I think this is the best chili I’ve ever had, you made this?”

“Oh yea I put it together but it’s (y/n)’s recipe”

“It’s your recipe?”

“Yea I combined two recipes because I didn’t have everything I needed one time so I’ve just been making it like this ever since”

“Oh she’s being modest, she loves to cook she cooks all the time” she says smirking as she seems you blush a little.

“You’ll have to come over for dinner again one night when she’s is cooking”

You can feel Tommy’s eyes on you as you mumble “shut up” kicking her under the table. Making her giggle a little bit. You bring your gaze up to meet Tommy’s and he has this cocky little smile on his face. “Oh I’d love that darlin’”

You smile, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“So what did you do today while you thought I was getting axe murdered?”

Tommy chuckles at you and Staceys banter.

“Worked on unpacking most of the kitchen”

“Oh! I unpacked some really important stuff!” She exclaims

“Oh yea?” You say pulling your brows together giving her a inquisitive look, not really sure what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“Yea! All the alcohol and mixers, and I got the internet and tv set up so we can start having our famous movie nights again”

Tommy notices the way you light up at her answer. “Whats this famous movie night about?”

“Oh we started this tradition back home since we both really like movies, to do a movie night once a week. We get our favorite snacks and make our favorite drinks and pick a movie or some nights we have a particular theme”

“Jesus, you ladies just keep getting cooler and cooler. These nights sound awesome.” He says his southern accent thick.

“Oh! We should have one tonight to celebrate, you should join us Tommy” Stacey’s says excitedly smiling at you as if she’s reading your mind.

You’re not looking but you can feel Tommy’s eyes on you as your cheeks turn the slightest shade of red, you can see his smile out of the corner of your eye.

Stacey kicked your foot under the table, pushing you to add a comment

God you hate that you get shy and embarrassed so easily.

“You should join us, we’d love to have you” you say sheepishly wanting to crawl in a hole for while and hide.

“Well that sounds great to me, I’d love to join you two”

“I’ll make up the drinks, grab a snack and make yourself comfortable” you say giving him a warm smile.

Stacey peeks in the living room and turns back to helping with the drinks. With a huge smirk she says “I call sitting in the big chair.”

You look at her suspiciously and peek into the living room seeing Tommy sitting on the couch close to the spot where you normally sit.

You turn back to her with a scowl. “Are you trying to kill me?” You say chuckling.

She shrugs teasingly “I think he likes you” she smiles and books it into the living room and following shyly with yours and Tommy’s drinks. You hand him his and sit a couple cushions away from him.

“I’m gonna go change, you two figure out what to watch” Stacey says running upstairs.

He rests his arm on the back of the couch turning is broad upper body to face you, slightly pulling his knee onto the couch “it’s ok I sit on the couch with you right darlin’?” His drawl smooth, tone tender and curious. Your face heating up before you mimic the way he’s sitting to face him.

“Gee, well I guess I can share the couch with you this once if I have too” your barely about to get it out without cracking a smile and laughing hysterically, making Tommy laugh too. He scoots a little closer, reaching out and ever so lightly brushing against youre hand with his. “You really have quite the sense of humor, I enjoy it” he says with the sweetest, almost boyish smile on his face.

“Thank you, I love making people laugh. It makes me happy”

Midway through the second movie you could feel your eyes starting to get heavy. Letting out a silent yawn you scoot down on the couch laying on your side, curling you legs up your side and putting the pillow on the arm of the couch so your kind of in the fetal position to not crowd Tommy. Within a couple minutes of settling in you’re fast asleep.

Tommy’s Pov

I can’t help but notice how cute (y/n) looks all curled up and fast sleep on the couch as the movie ends. I wanted so badly to tell her that she could stretch out her legs or that she could lean on me but I didn’t want to come off as weird.

“Did she fall asleep?” Stacey says chuckling pulling me from my thoughts as she turns the lamp next to her on.

“Yea she’s been out for a little while, should I wake her up?

“No she’ll be alright, she gets a little grumpy sometimes when she gets woken up, nobody wants that” she says laughing as she stands and stretches.

“Do you have a blanket I can cover her up with?”

“Oh yea of course, let me grab her favorite blanket for you”

Stacey’s Pov

I can’t help but be touched by how incredibly caring and attentive Tommy is being with (y/n). When I return with her blanket for him I watch him as he studies it for a moment taking in every detail about it as if there’s going to be a test in the morning. He throws it over his shoulder for a moment as he very gently and softly straightened out her legs and then pulls the blanket over her, tucking her in.

“I just wanted to make her more comfortable so she doesn’t wake up all stiff in the morning”

“Thank you, Tommy. That’s really sweet of you. I know that would it would mean a lot to her, she’ll really appreciate it.”

“Well I guess I should be goin’, thank you very much for having me tonight”

“Your welcome Tommy, it was nice having you over. I know (y/n) really enjoyed having you over too. You two seemed like you had a great day.”

“I’m really happy to have spent the day with her”

I can’t help but notice the way he’s smiling as he’s talking about you.

“Well good night darlin’, could you tell her I said good night too?”

“Good night Tommy, I’ll tell her in the morning” I say with a warm smile sending him off into the night.

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Renegada♱

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Pairings:  Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin  [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Synopsis : The drug war in Mexico has been deteriorating steadily ever since Amado disappeared without a trace. How will Walt cope when he loses you, and his nightmares that continue to haunt him haven't faded away?

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Things in Mexico have been continuously worsening ever since Amado Carrillo Fuentes disappeared without a trace. And some members of the Arellano family were captured, under the collaboration of the DEA and PJF. 

The relationship between the Mexican drug cartels and American officials there has always been extremely complex. Undoubtedly, they detest each other deeply, but they can't confront each other directly due to legal constraints and the relationship between the two countries. It's like playing a cat-and-mouse game where neither side ever crosses the line seriously. Until the drug war intensifies, with Walt's actions being part of these outcomes.

The arrest and ill treatment of Ramón Arellano Félix's close friend are no different from a slap in their face. The Arellano family wants revenge on everyone involved and wants their voices loud enough for America to hear. That's why the number of missing and deceased police officers associated with the drug trade has intentionally risen. Each case always sends a direct message to the DEA—just like the recent incident that happened today.

The local roadside restaurant in the early morning seemed busier than ever, surrounded by several police officers, including a group of journalists standing off-camera, cordoned off from the incident area. Walt had to spend a considerable amount of time maneuvering through the crowd and avoiding nosy reporters until he finally reached the scene of the incident. He took a deep breath and removed his sunglasses, displaying his badge to the officers there for verification before being allowed to pass.

As he bent down to pass under the police tape and was about to step inside, there were still voices of disappointed questions from the chasing journalists behind him that never seemed to stop. However, there was one sentence that made the man stop abruptly for a moment.

"Do you think America bears responsibility for the recent deaths and disappearances of Mexican police officers?

Walt couldn't resist turning back, and he encountered a young Mexican woman standing closest to him. She was wearing a wrinkled khaki shirt paired with old jeans. Her messy hair was loosely tied into a ponytail, with acne scattered across her face. Her dark eyes, hidden beneath thick-framed glasses, looked weary and exhausted, as if she had just slept for a few hours before hastily showing up here, holding an old recorder in her hand.

"Who are you?" Walt asked, although he could already tell from the press badge hanging around her neck that clearly stated her status.

"Teresa, from La Gente newspaper," the young woman responded eagerly, catching her breath as she gained attention from this man. "As I asked before, what are your thoughts on this?"

"You seem to know quite a lot, isn't it?" Walt retorted.

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling challengingly. "Well, I am a journalist. I always find out some information one way or another."

Walt didn't hate journalists as much as most American officials did, but he certainly didn't favor them much either, especially the relentless type like Teresa, who would crash into anything just to get a story. It wasn't hard for the DEA to figure out who she was with just a quick glance, especially when she wasn't the first journalist he'd dealt with before.

"We're doing our best to eradicate the drug trafficking groups, and those responsible are them, not us."

That was the first and only answer he gave to the journalist, just like the answer he constantly told himself every day for every violent event that happened in Mexico and for everything that happened to those close to him.

Walt stepped cautiously through the shattered glass scattered across the floor of the restaurant. A cigarette unlit hung from his lips. His sharp eyes fixed on the body of a police officer sprawled on a table inside the eatery. The traces of dozens of bullets and dried blood were embedded deeply into the fresh yellow paint of the chairs and even onto the cement floor. It was another momentary pause for the DEA agent when he recognized the face of the deceased officer, who had once been suspected of secretly taking money from drug traffickers.

It seemed that all drug lords wouldn't be too pleased with the two-faced cop anymore.

Walt pondered. As he slowly shifted his gaze upwards from the corpse to the wall above, he came across some words written in blood on the wall: 'Pobre México! Tan lejos de Dios y tan cerca de los Estados Unidos[1]'.

"Quite the warm welcome from the Mexicans, isn't it?"

Walt glanced towards Julio, standing beside him. who stood with his arms crossed. His gaze shifted to the lifeless body of the unfortunate officer. before turning to look at Walt with a rather ambiguous smile.

"These damned criminals are getting closer to us every time," a high-ranking officer said, raising his hand and stroking his mustache with a contemplative look. "Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if one day I might end up like this too."

"It's just the corrupt cops that were killed." Walt's tone was flat, as if he didn't feel any sympathy for the dead bodies lying in front of him. "If you're not corrupt, there's nothing to fear."

Julio's smile slightly faded. He looked at the DEA agent with a piercing gaze.

"You overestimate those scum a bit too much. Do you think they really give a shit about cops who take bribes from them? What they care about is who to keep and who to eliminate."

Julio paused for a moment, intentionally letting Walt ponder on his own. And Walt knew which group he belonged to—the ones that needed to be eliminated.

"We all know how this will end, don't we? You have just as much a chance of ending up a corpse as I do."

Julio gently squeezed Walt shoulder before walking away quietly. He left those words buried deep in Walt's thoughts. Walt wasn't sure whether Julio was speaking the truth or warning him.

When the DEA agent's gaze returned to the body of the policeman on the dining table once more, he couldn't help but ponder the possibility that Julio mentioned. There is a possibility that he might end up dead right there instead of being an empty shell of another person. Another casualty in the drug war, of which he was partly the cause.

That night, Walt drifted into a restless sleep, dreaming of what he had witnessed earlier that day. The image of the dead policeman shot in the restaurant was vivid; every detail was clear and unaltered. The lifeless, wide-open-glazed eyes, bullet holes, and blood scattered all over the body. But the one thing that was different was the face of the deceased man, replaced by yours.

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Death shouldn't feel this painful.

The excruciating pain that surged with even the slightest movement made you instantly aware of how lucky you were to still be breathing until now.

Where am I?

You groaned as the pain struck again. Your entire body trembled with alarm and confusion. You wanted to open your eyes, but your eyelids felt too heavy. You have a headache so intense that you can't do anything but lie still on the narrow, musty-smelling bed, feeling like you are sinking into dark, silent water with nothing in sight.

At that moment, someone firmly grasped your arm, whispering gently, "Stay calm." You began to relax a bit, regaining consciousness for a moment before finally managing to open your eyes. The image in front of you was initially blurry, but with each blink, things became clearer.

The first thing you saw was Amado's face. He stood beside the bed, his hand still holding onto your arm as if not wanting you to move more. 

"Are you alright? Can you talk?"

You tried to respond to him, but your throat was too dry to make any sound. Amado then handed you a glass of water and helped support your head so you could drink more easily. You drank the water quickly and took deep breaths, trying to comprehend what was happening.

The shock hadn't faded. It intensified as you looked around and realized you were in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't an apartment in Mexico, a small house in Texas, or even a hospital. Instead, it was just a small bedroom in an old wooden house, perched on a mountain overlooking a distant sea from the window. You furrowed your brow slightly before remembering that you were still somewhere on Aruba Island. 

The events prior played back scene by scene in your mind. The assassins, the gunfire, the blood, and the sharp pain in your abdomen from being shot—all vividly clear up to this moment. Your heart raced irregularly, still swirling with the last memories before losing consciousness. Memories that bordered on the brink of death

But you're not dead. You're safe and alive.

The fragments of fear you were trying to hide were exposed during your weakest moments. You raised your hand to cover your face, letting tears silently flow without a sound of sobbing. You felt relieved that you were safe but also saddened that you hadn't died.

Your fake name was called out again, accompanied by the man's hand placed on your head—a gentle touch that made you feel slightly better. "We're okay now. Don't be scared," Amado said firmly. Finally, your mind calmed down. You wiped away the warm tears, feeling slightly embarrassed for inadvertently crying in front of him.

"What happened?" you managed to ask, even though it sounded drier than usual. You paused slightly, realizing your question sounded a bit too much like that of a cop. But Amado didn't seem to notice your oddity. He maintained his composure, except that his smile no longer seemed annoying, replaced by exhaustion.

"We've managed to survive, at least for now. But I don't know if there are more of them outside. We need to hide until my people get here," he said directly, his eyes showing a hint of anxiety. "I can't take you to the hospital; it's too dangerous. Luckily, I could provide basic first aid."

"And you weren't injured, right?" It was merely a curiosity tinged with a tiny bit of concern that prompted you to ask that.

His face looked genuinely surprised upon hearing this, but then he broke into a small, amused laugh. "You should worry about yourself, Mija. Do you realize how foolish you are to take that bullet for me?"

You locked eyes with him "Then you're just as foolish for not leaving me behind."

Once again, a CIA agent took a risk with something that seemed impossible.

If you were just an ordinary whore for Amado, you'd likely be lying dead on the streets like anyone else by now. There's no reason someone like him would take a risk to save you unless the misattribution of arousal theory[2] had worked. The serendipity of being together in dangerous situations, coupled with your naive sacrifice, might have endeared you to Amado more than you had anticipated. And his fondness could prove immensely beneficial for you.

Even though your mission may be considered a failure, you're still alive, and as long as you're breathing, there's always a chance. Right now, Amado Carrillo Fuentes is your only chance—a chance to survive this island. But it's also a chance to plunge yourself into more danger, and there's no guarantee you'll be this lucky again.

Both Amado and you know this well.

"Are you not regretting saving me?" Amado asked.

"No," you answered with a voice that tried to be sincere, but deep down, you weren't entirely sure if what you said came from pretense or genuine feelings. "If I could turn back time, I'd probably still do the same thing, though I might choose something smarter."

Amado leaned in closer than before. With one hand, he cupped your pale cheek, tracing his fingers along your jawline slowly. Contemplative, cautious, and concerned—that's what you saw in his eyes. It reminded you of what you once saw in Walt's eyes.

You blinked again. This time, the face of Walt in front of you reverted back to the original Amado. Silence lingered long enough for him to decide to kiss you. It was just a light press of lips against yours, trailing to both cheeks and finally the forehead. 

"Don't feel regret later" he says.

It's dangerous. Your conscience repeated the warning as you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug into the flesh of your palm.

The elusive smile on his face made your heart race. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a high cliff, teetering on whether to plunge into the unknown darkness below.

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[1] "Poor Mexico, So Far From God, So Close to the United States." (Pobre México, Tan lejos de Dios y tan cerca de los Estados Unidos) This sentence, attributed to Porfirio Diaz, the Mexican dictator in the 19th century, illustrates the tumultuous history between the United States and Mexico, which has spanned for centuries.

[2]The Misattribution Of Arousal Theory It is a psychological study by Dr. Donald Dutton and Dr. Arthur Aron that shows how humans can fall in love when placed in stressful situations. This is because when feelings of excitement and fear occur, there is a hormonal response of adrenaline that makes individuals feel love towards someone nearby or someone who extends a helping hand.

[snuggerudism]

What about Jimmy and Hallie hanging out together because teagan had to quickly run an errand/maybe something to do with school, so she had to leave Hallie with Jimmy? (But it's like early on in there relationship, but not so early that he hasn't meant Teagan)

And then Teagan comes home to them having a tea party? And Teagan is just like 🥹🥹

I hope this makes sense! 🫣

oh my gosh i love this !! it does make sense!! i hope i did your request justice!!

“oh shoot,” the words can be heard from where jimmy sits in the living room with hallie playing with her toys. “jimmy?”

teagan appears in her work uniform, minus the apron. “yeah teegs?”

“do you mind watching hallie while i work? the sitter just canceled on me and i definitely can’t find another babysitter in 30 minutes. i know it’s a lot, and i can pay you the hourly rate i usually pay babysitters for her and-“ she rambles, brushing her hair.

“first, yes, of course i’ll watch her. second, you’re not paying me for this. i’m doing it for free, and that’s final.”

“jimmy-“

“teagan. bug and i are gonna have fun, and play with her toys. maybe we’ll watch a movie. what do you think about that bug?”

the eleven month old looks at jimmy, a bright smile spreading across her face as she starts clapping her hands. “mama!” she babbles, crawling over to teagan and tapping her feet.

“hi my hallie bug! mama’s gotta go to work, but she’ll be back later. be good for jimmy, alright?” she presses a kiss to her daughters stomach, eliciting a giggle from hallie. “i need to go grocery shopping, so i left a little money for you to get something for yourself and her for dinner. i love you both.”

she presses a kiss on hallie’s cheek, before handing her off to jimmy and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“i’m not using your money teegs.”

“be good for jimmy, bug.” teagan reminds her daughter again before walking out the door of the apartment, causing hallie to look at jimmy with her head tilted.

the girl picks up one of her toys, handing it to jimmy. she babbles, bouncing the doll in her hand up and down.

jimmy does the same, causing hallie to giggle at how silly she thinks he’s being. “no.” she laughs, leaning forward and showing jimmy what she wants him to do with her doll.

she decides she’s done with playing dolls, picking up her stitch stuffed animal. she shoves it in jimmys face, peering up at him.

“you want to watch lilo and stitch?” jimmy picks her up, placing her onto the couch and sitting next to her.

she nods her head.

he listens, putting on the movie for them as she lays her head on his lap and watches.

they watch the first two movies, taking a break in between the first and second to go to chick-fil-a for dinner, per hallies request. after the second movies over, hallie crawls to her tea table set, sitting in front of it. “come!” she looks at jimmy, who laughs and goes to sit down next to her.

“oh, thank you for inviting me to your tea party bug. i know how exclusive they are.” he grins, holding the plastic tea cup to his lip and fake sipping.

she giggles in response, matching what jimmy did and ‘gulping’ down the tea. “yum!” she says just as teagan opens the door, going unnoticed at first watching the two ‘sip’ their tea. her heart is absolutely melting at the sight. “mama!”

she nearly cries tears of happiness at the sight of her daughter and boyfriend in front of her, and the fact he is so good with her. it’s something she didn’t ask for when she started dating him, no. jimmy was just that good of a person to treat her daughter like a princess.

“hi my bug!” hallie picks her daughter up off the floor, hugging her tight. “i missed you, the both of you,” she smiles at jimmy. “i brought us home dinner from our favorite mexican restaurant incase you were still hungry. i figured you ate with hallie, but i was hungry and wanted to get you something.”

“thank you babe.” he presses a kiss to her lips.

“thank you for watching her,” she looks up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling. “i know it was last minute but-“

“i loved it teegs. we had so much fun. i’ll do it anytime,” he whispers against her lips, kissing her again. “now let’s go eat.”

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #217 - Brain Curd NaNo #4

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Any resemblance to real events is entirely legally coincidental. Names and locations have been changed to protect the identities of the fictional.

“‘New friends,’ huh?” My mother studied my face to see if I’d crack.

“Yeah. Lots of people use these apps to find friends.” It wasn’t a lie to say so. And it was only barely a lie to say that it was my goal here. I hadn’t kissed anyone new yet, let alone fucked them. But I knew deep down that to tell her the truth would jeopardize my delicate living situation.

After all, I lived in a conservative household. I had to move back in with her, my stepfather, and my brother after COVID derailed my apartment life in Irvine. I finished my bachelor’s degree over the internet and it had been nearly a year at this point since graduation. A year entirely fruitless in career development. All the money I had was in my savings account or tied up in stocks, and I owed most of it in student loans - not exactly poverty, but if I was forced to start paying rent someplace, it wouldn’t last long.

It wasn’t a total loss of a year, mind you - I wrote quite a lot, including taking stock of the main formative events of my life in fifty-thousand words or so. But I didn’t go out much. My main opportunities to socialize were restricted to driving back to Orange County to stay with my girlfriend for the weekend once a month or so. A soul-crushing lonely drive culminating in a good night’s insomnia on a lumpy futon. I needed more than this.

“Why don’t you see if Ocean wants to hang out?”

“Ocean?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Ocean works a lot… I never know their schedule.”

By pure happenstance, Ocean moved to the desert a few years before I did. But I could count the number of our interactions in that time on two hands - or three fingers, if I did it in binary. They moved out here because their boyfriend had family in the area, and the two of them were practically joined at the hip. He and I got along fine enough, but the two of them had enough going on that I practically only saw Ocean when they needed to get away from him for one reason or another.

“What does his schedule have to do with anything? Just ask her when she’s available.”

“Huh? Oh, no, I was only talking about Ocean. They use singular they/them pronouns…” I shrank. “Remember?”

“Oh yeah… she’s a they. I really don’t understand all that.”

“You get used to it.”

“I could never. Well…” She turned around and started poking at a spreadsheet. “Just be safe out there, okay?”

“Yeah. Uh, I’m gonna go pick up Anorma at the bus stop now, okay?”

Anorma: A bizarre name perhaps, but she picked it herself. She was my first girlfriend. We'd been together for a few years at this point, but we were apart for most of it. I'd met her smack dab in between two occurrences I refer to, respectively, as ‘the incident.’ Which one I mean must be discerned from context. If it's about sexual trauma, it's the first one. Abandonment issues? The second. And she stuck by me through it.

I pulled up to the bus stop - which was right between a Mexican restaurant and an Autozone - and waited in the car. The bus arrived shortly afterward and passengers shuffled out. She wasn't among them. My phone rang.

“Hey, babe,” I answered. “Where are you?”

“I missed the train. My parents didn't get back soon enough to get me to the Amtrak station on time.”

I sighed.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright,” I reassured her. “I was really hoping you'd be able to visit me this time, but -”

“I am!”

I squinted one eye. “You missed the only train out from Orange County to La Quinta. You'd have to try again tomorrow and then we wouldn't even get a full day.”

“My parents are driving me over!”

“Right… now? That's two hours each way, on a good day.”

“They felt bad.”

I found that hard to believe. I didn't think these people ever felt bad about anything. Her father once fired a guy for following health codes in their restaurant.

“I'll… see you back at home, then. Love you.”

“I love you too! Mwah!”

I hung up. I should have learned to expect this sort of shenanigan at this point.

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[countrymusiclover]

16 - The White Dress Ticket

Part 17

The Texas Tire Family

I feel like the next chapter will be the last one because I am stuck on ideas. If you all have anything you’d like to. See before I finish this book let me know 🤗

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley

The bed dipped where I rolled over waking up slightly started where I smiled sleepily up at Georgie running his fingers through my messy hair. We had been home back in Texas for a few weeks and I had been checked out by the doctors in our hospital. The baby doctor also said that there was a light bruise around Montana’s neck but it was fading away just fine. “Sorry I couldn’t wait for you to wake up. But the girls have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

“Surprise. What kind of surprise exactly?” I asked tossing the bed covers aside letting my feet hit the bedroom floor of our house. Following him into the living room of the house I gasped seeing that Connie, Mary and Mandy were standing in the kitchen.

Aurora and Evelyn ran forward in front of them cheering in unison with them. “We’re going dress shopping, mommy!”

“Wait what. We haven’t even talked about anything else for the wedding since Montana was born. Georgie, we really don’t have to put a lot of money into this.” I explained squeezing his hand intertwined with mine.

He leans forward kissing me on the forehead declaring simply at me. “Look babe, I know that we have been busy with our baby boy but you deserve a real wedding. I couldn’t give you one fit for a princess or whatever when we first got engaged but I can now. So take today with our family and have fun. I can handle our little man.”

“Thank you, Georgie.” Flinging my arms around his neck he wrapped his arms around my waist burying his face in the crook of my neck breathing me in until we broke the comfortable embrace.

Changing into some dark blue and a red flannel shirt I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail. Pulling on a belt through the belt loops of my jeans I added it on some light brown boots. Mary insisted on driving so that Mandy and I could get some drinks if we wanted and Connie would only get a drink if we went to the Mexican restaurant to get Margaritas. “This is sweet of Georgie to watch the kids so we can do this. We just have to pick up Missy then we can go dress shopping.” My mother in law smiled yet I could see some tears form in her eyes clearly thinking back to her husband.

“Yeah I honestly haven’t even had a chance to talk with him about the wedding. With the kids having to make up for the days of school they missed during Sheldon and Amy’s wedding and then the birth of Montana. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves really.” Running my fingers through my hair I leaned back in the passenger seat.

Connie leaned forward in the backseat seeing as we were pulling to Missy’s place. The copper twin came outside climbing in the car waving to all of us. “I can’t believe we are actually taking you dress shopping. It only took over ten years, three babies and two proposals before you got to wear a white wedding dress Y/n.”

“Yeah all cause your husband couldn’t slow down his role to sleep with the woman he loves.” Connie responds sternly.

Mary scolded her mother. “Oh mom…we shouldn’t focus on that anymore. It’s in the past. Now we can just focus on the fact that you are getting married.”

“Exactly Mary. There are sometimes though I wonder what would have happened on my twenty first birthday and everything after we graduated high school if I wasn’t pregnant.” I trailed off in thought.

Georgie and I walked into a steak restaurant that was a few hours away from home since he wanted to make my twenty-first birthday as special as he could. My birthday was a few months after his and I had taken him out to buy a new truck that he had been wanting since I had the money saved up for a while that would help us with raising two growing daughters. He held open the door for me and we headed to go sit at the bar. “I didn’t expect you to take me out tonight. I feel like we owe Mandy a free dinner or something more for all the babysitting hours she had done for us.”

“I just know she doesn’t like me sometimes so I’ll let you sweet talk that deal. To be honest everyone loves you, not as much as me though.” He leaned forward kissing me quickly before a bartender came over to us.

Georgie and I got some beers and there was one specifically that I liked that was called Angry Orchard. Raising the bottle to my lips I glanced at his direction seeing him smirk at me. “What is that look for?”

“We should make this a thing from now on. Going out when we feel like we need to just be teenagers since we missed out on some other stuff. What do you think, darling?” He asked, sitting down his beer bottle hearing some music starting to play by a live band that was playing here.

Sitting my drink down I climbed down from my barstool dragging him towards the dance floor grinning brightly. “That’s perfect. Now let’s go dance.”

He placed one hand on my waist with my other on his shoulder. Leaving our freehands to intertwine together where we were longingly watching the other not focused on the crowd of people around us. “One of these days once the girls are older I am going to do my best to give you the life that you wanted before we became teen parents.”

“Georgie, you don’t have to do anything more than you have. I have two beautiful children and who knows we might have even more after our little girls. I am married to the first guy I truly cared about, if that isn’t a life worth living I don’t know what is.” Shaking my head he twirled me underneath his arm and away from his chest.

I giggled, throwing my hair around before he spun me back into his embrace, brushing his nose with mine smiling the whole time. “That may be all well and good yet I’d still love to see you in a white wedding dress.”

Mandy drew back the curtain letting me walk through where she didn’t dare take a peek at the dress since I wanted everyone to see it at the same time. Standing in front of the large mirror I had tried on a few dresses earlier but I could tell this was the one. “So what do ya’ll think of this one?”

“Oh it’s beautiful.” Mary clasped her hands together on the verge of tears.

Connie took Mandy’s hand in hers where they said the exact same thing in unison. “You look so wonderful in that.”

“You’re a freaking princess, Y/n.” Missy jumped up to her feet running over and hugging me as much as her pregnant belly would allow her too. “My brother is gonna find you so dang hot.”

Turning back to face the mirror the dress had a long train in the back that had lace going down my back and around my waist. It had short sleeves that reached just to the start of my elbows. And there was a slit in the right side of the dress where you could see my cowgirl boots sticking out. “If only I could go back and tell the teen me that everything is going to be fine. This is the dress I want now let’s go get some Mexican food and drinks.” Everyone in my group of close friends and family cheered knowing that Georgie and I couldn’t wait to get to our wedding and we knew that Sheldon and Amy with their friends would come out here for the ceremony.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[parisian-nicole]

Garvez Ficlet: It's A Date

“She’s right on time,” Tara spoke out while she munched on the gummi bears, she had just gotten from the vending machine she was currently leaning against. “I swear you can set your watch to her desperation,” She added and Penelope, who had just retrieved a granola bar from the machine turned to see whom Tara was talking about.

“Who?”

“Agent Melinda Gomez,” Tara replied as they both now stood non-covertly watching the beautiful Latina woman who looked to be in her late 20s and like she should be working as a supermodel instead of an agent for the FBI. Penelope found herself standing up a little straighter and sucking in her midsection a tad as she watched the other woman who appeared to be searching for someone.

“Is she new here? I’ve never seen her up here before and I make it my mission to get to know everyone on our floor.”

“She works in the Cyber division 3 floors up,” Tara stated. “And you haven’t seen her before because today is your first day back after your mini vacation last week and that’s when she met Luke in the elevators when we all left work to head to O’Reilly’s for drinks,” These words made Penelope frown up a bit and her mind clearly told her that she did not like this woman she didn’t even know. “She spoke something in Spanish to Luke which was hella rude to the rest of us, but she was clearly fishing. Luke replied but in English.”

“What did she say?”

“Well, according to what Prentiss told me later when I asked her, she had asked Luke if he knew any good Mexican restaurants. He told her no because he didn’t eat out often. Before she could flirt further the elevator hit the lobby and I have never seen Luke book so quickly to get out of there,” Tara chuckled at the memory of it. “But she’s been coming up here ever since, scoping and hoping to run into Luke. I gave him the heads up and he’s been strategically watching out and avoiding her. You better look out too because she is definitely trying to make moves on Luke.”

“Why are you telling me?” She countered. “If Miss, ‘I was the head cheerleader and homecoming queen’,” She spat out mockingly as she sneered a little. “Wants to throw herself at Luke like a little trollop, more power to her. And if Luke wants to play Ken with FBI Barbie over there, well, it’s none of my business,” She finished as she almost violently tore the wrapping off of her granola bar while she scowled in the direction of Agent Gomez.

“Penelope Grace Garcia,” Tara pushed out as she locked disbelieving eyes onto her friend, who frowned up as she looked back not liking the use of her Government name in the workplace. “You have got to be joking right now.”

“What?” Penelope replied as she was truly baffled.

“You should care since ‘you’re’ dating Luke,” Tara clarified as she stared dumbfounded at Penelope, who frowned up in confusion at what was said.

“No, I’m not," She scoffed and frowned a little at the implication. "After the Tyler Green debacle, I have sworn off dating for a while,” Penelope argued.

“So, you haven’t gone out on any dates with anybody since Tyler Green, or hang out regularly with a guy?” Tara asked knowingly as she folded her arms across her chest as she waited for the answer.

“No,” Penelope continued to deny and then she thought about it some more. “I mean, when there are no cases that take you guys away, I will usually have lunch with Luke at that little Vegan café around the corner from here. And on Sundays Luke and I usually grab brunch at one of the places near the dog park and then we’ll take Roxy to the park to run around for a couple of hours. On Fridays, he and I will usually go catch the latest movie at the theater if something good is playing, or if there’s nothing good out, we’ll either hang out at his place or mine, where we’ll watch old Charlie Chaplin and Our Gang films. Then on Tuesdays, we alternate cooking dinner for each … Oh my God, I’m dating Luke!” She exclaimed as realization finally struck her and she snapped her wide alarmed eyes onto Tara who stood before her nodding her head and giving her a ‘No, Shit’ look. “When did that happen … how did it happen?”

“Well, I started noticing how much you two were hanging out about a week after we hung out at your place right after Bailey’s memorial,” Tara answered. “I don’t know about how it happened but I was waiting impatiently for you to finally tell me. I cannot believe you didn’t even realize you were dating Luke.”

“Wait, you make it sound like everyone knew it but me.”

“Yeah, we all do. I mean Prentiss wasn’t 100 percent sure until we went to Milwaukee on our last case.”

“What was significant about that case that made her think Luke and I were dating?” Penelope questioned as the confused look swept over her face once more.

“Geez, Penelope, you guys kissed,” Tara replied and her words made Penelope’s mouth drop in genuine shock as her mind tried to recollect the moment. “You walked us to the elevators like you usually do, told us to be safe, and then you and Luke had a short conversation about kissing Roxy for him. Then you both leaned into the other and gave a quick peck on the lips, and Luke got in the elevator and we left. You acted like it was a natural occurrence that you two had done before. So, have you?” Penelope simply nodded her head as she played back in her mind other times they had kissed, and Tara was correct in her assessment that it was like a natural occurrence.

“Yeah, whenever we hang out on our days off, we usually end things with a kiss goodbye or a kiss goodnight. But they're very chaste ‘platonic’ smoochies, nothing like you’d read in one of those trashy novels Emily loves so much.”

“Yeah, but do you go around giving those smoochies to other guys or are they Luke’s lips only smoochies?” Penelope contemplated the question a moment before she replied.

“Shit … I am totally dating him, aren’t I?” She asked and Tara smiled, nodded her head, and then popped another gummi bear into her mouth. Before she could pose another question to Tara, Luke appeared around the corner.

“You ready to head out, Chica?” He greeted them as he stopped in front of them.

“Uh, yeah,” Penelope replied as she gripped the strap of her purse a little tighter. “Goodnight, Tara.”

“Night you two, and Luke check your six,” Tara said and then moved past them to head back into the bullpen to pack up for the evening. Luke frowned up some as he turned to check what she was talking about and he inwardly groaned as his eyes landed on the person he had been purposely trying to avoid for nearly a week. Agent Gomez had already spotted him and she stood near the elevators pretending to be engrossed in a file she held. She was seemingly so engrossed that she didn’t join the two people who had just entered the open elevator. She was clearly waiting for him. Penelope rolled her eyes slightly at how obvious the woman was being.

“Hey, would you mind if we take the stairs? I wasn’t able to get in a run this morning with Roxy and it would be good cardio.”

“Good cardio for you maybe,” Penelope replied. “Have you noticed the shoes I am wearing?” She asked him and he had noticed them as soon as she had entered the bullpen that morning to give her usual greetings. And he had mentally noted how good she looked in them. “These are not ‘let’s take the stairs’ kind of shoes, Luke,” She stated and then began to walk to the elevators and Luke instantly fell in step behind her. She was quite curious to see if Tara was right about this Agent Gomez. When they had stopped at the elevators Penelope plastered on her biggest smile and looked at the younger woman. “Hi,” She greeted and Agent Gomez smiled back in kind and gave her a nod. The woman then shot a quick lecherous glance at Luke who stood looking straight ahead while they waited for the elevator doors to open. When the doors finally pinged open Penelope was the first to enter and Luke's gentlemanly nature made him wait until Agent Gomez had entered before he finally did. Luke maneuvered himself on Penelope’s left side, while Agent Gomez stood on Penelope’s right side. Once the doors had shut and they had pressed their destinations; the Lobby for Agent Gomez and the underground parking garage for Luke and Penelope, Agent Gomez spoke out.

“¿Tiene algún plan esta noche?”

“No, sólo una cena con él y nuestra chica, Roxy,” Penelope was the one who replied and she clearly stunned both Gomez and Luke with her excellent attempt at speaking Spanish, though she was not well versed but had really started to seriously try to learn it after she had heard Luke once, speaking on the phone to his mother. It was crystal clear that Agent Gomez was embarrassed and she said nothing more until the doors opened to the lobby, she then tossed out a goodnight before she rushed out of the elevator.

“Muy bein, Chica,” Luke congratulated truly impressed, especially with the way she rolled her Rs. She smiled coyly to his praises and they continued on for a few seconds in a comfortable silence before she spoke again.

“Luke, can I ask you something?” She began as she kept her gaze honed straight ahead, though she could see him turn to regard her in her peripheral vision.

“You know you can ask me anything,” He answered and scowled a little in concern as he looked over at her.

“Did you know we were dating?” She pushed out as calmly as she could and then held her breath awaiting his reply. Luke smiled at the question as he averted his eyes from her face and also looked straight ahead, and then casually draped his right arm over her shoulder before he answered.

“Yes,” He answered honestly and he was relieved that she had finally realized it too. He silently prayed that she wouldn’t freak out about it and start to push him away. He sincerely wanted their budding relationship to blossom into something more but had been willing to wait for as long as she needed him to. To allow herself to heal after what had happened between her and Tyler Green. After a moment’s pause, she nodded her head.

“You know what, I don’t really feel like cooking tonight,” Penelope stated and Luke could feel his heart clench in his chest from her backing out of their weekly ‘cook dinner together’ night. “So, why don’t we grab some take-out on the way to my place? And not having to spend so much time prepping and cooking frees us up to just hang out and find other things to occupy the time,” She said as she still kept herself from looking at him while still being able to watch him. And she couldn’t stop the small smile that played on her lips upon seeing a huge smile spread across his face.

“And what do you think we could do to occupy our time?” He asked as he cast her a very heated look just as the doors opened to the parking garage. Before stepping out she turned and looked at him head-on with a brazen smile on her lips and a playful glint in her eye.

“If we put our heads together, I am sure we can come up with something,” With that said she walked out of the elevator with a big broad smile on her face. Luke followed close behind with a smile on his face that matched hers.

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THE END

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Rough Translation:

- ¿Tiene algún plan esta noche?: Any plans tonight? - No, sólo una cena con él y nuestra chica, Roxy: No, just dinner with him and our girl, Roxy.