#but DOES start to notice that yeah. joe's always staring

[cementcornfield]

also like speaking of college joe'marr....one of my favorite headcanons is like, yeah, ja'marr probably hero worshiped/had a big crush on the new hot older super talented QB....but i also think joe had a very inconvenient little crush on ja'marr

like joe said himself that thought of his time at LSU as a master's/internship type program but for football instead of any real school curriculum (lol). he had just spent 3 years at OSU /not/ playing football and it was all he wanted to do. now that he had this chance at LSU he was going to buckle up and take it as seriously as possible (he took all online classes and spent as much time as he could at the facility, living and breathing football as much as possible).

so like, he did NOT plan on getting distracted by the cute freshman with the million watt smile and easy warm nature. this kid who would try to joke with him but never try to talk with him without justin or terrace around. this kid with all this god-given talent but no clue how to actually watch film and improve from it. but hey! nothing always goes 100% to plan!

[v6quewrlds]

I know we always have a giggle at Joe just being like 🙂 around Wifey at all times (can’t blame him tbh). But has there ever been a time where she’s upset him sort of like we saw in Saigon?

author's note⠀⁎⠀praying this does what i want it to do, and doesn't come off horribly. so please lmk if i missed the mark <3

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

Two missed calls and three unanswered texts stared back at her when she finally unlocked her phone, her heels clacking against the pavement as she made the short walk from the front steps of the restaurant to the driver's side of her Mazda. It was 8:37PM, later than she had planned, but the residents she was mentoring had so many questions about their upcoming board exams, she hadn't been able to tear herself away.

The dinner was impromptu, a way to ease their nerves and celebrate their collective progress with boards just a week away. Her little group of residents was a mix of eager and overwhelmed, but they had come so far in the year or two she had known them. She felt a sense of pride as she watched them devour her recollection of her own experience alongside their meals—her treat, of course. The molten chocolate cake she had ordered to take home for Joe was still warm, the smell wafting through the car as she started the engine and pulled out into the night.

"Hey, Siri," she paused, waiting for the sound of the beep before speaking into the phone. "Text Joey, 'Be home in 25'," her eyes glancing in her side mirror as she merged onto the highway. As she drove, the lights of the city passed by in a blur, reflecting off the rain-slicked streets. The blueish glow of the dashboard lights bathed her in a soft, comforting light, the pitter-patter of the rain on the windshield accompanying the melody of a Cleo Sol album playing softly in the background.

She didn't think twice about Joe's silence during the ride home. He had gone to practice earlier that day, then attended a few meetings, so she assumed he was either tired or busy watching film. But as she parked and climbed out of the car, she noticed the living room light was on, which was unusual for him at this hour. Normally, Joe was a stickler for turning off the lights in rooms that weren't being used. If he was watching film in his office, the lights in the living room, in the kitchen, would be out, not casting their glow into the night.

She felt a twinge of concern, the heat of the still-warm cake forgotten in her hand as she juggled her workbag, the heels she had changed out of, and the dessert to unlock the door. "Honey?" she called out, her voice echoing through the hallway. No response. She walked towards the living room, setting her heels and bag down on the floor, the cake on the dining room table, and found Joe sitting on the couch.

The hood of his white sweatshirt was pulled over his head, and a blanket was wrapped tightly around him. He was staring at the TV, a rerun of Seinfeld playing lowly on the screen. His eyes were red-rimmed, and when she walked in, he looked up with a mix of emotions that was palpable even from across the room. She took a deep breath, setting her workbag and dessert down gently, her heart racing a little faster than usual. Upon seeing his expression: the tight jaw, the pursed lips, she knew he wasn't happy. And she knew exactly what he wasn't happy about.

"Hey," she began tentatively, her voice soft and soothing, like a melody trying to calm a storm. "You okay?" Her fingers found the fabric of his hoodie, pulling it back to run her fingers through the golden brown strands of his hair.

"Yeah," he breathed out, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "How was work?" His voice was strained, the tension in his body telling a different story.

She exhaled, taking a seat beside him. "Fine, long day," she replied, humming softly when he pulled her into his side, tucking her feet underneath herself. "I went out with the residents for dinner afterward. I must not have put it on the calendar."

"The Calendar" was a shared Apple Calendar filled with color-coded blocks of their daily routines, a system that had naturally evolved over the course of their relationship. It was their way of balancing their conflicting approaches to life. She thrived on spontaneity, while Joe craved structure. The calendar served as a compromise, a way to keep Joe informed of her "side quests," as he affectionately termed her spur-of-the-moment post-work detours and social gatherings.

It wasn't unusual for her to set up a dinner date with friends in the middle of the workday, impromptu as she liked to call it, and he had no issue with it. He understood how difficult it was for her to balance her work as a doctor and the demands of dating him with her social life. But all Joe requested was a heads up: a text, a call, even simply a new addition to the calendar that would show up in his notifications. Something. Anything. Just so he wasn't left in the dark, left to spiral.

But tonight, she had forgotten. And Joe had forgotten that he could just check her location, the modern-day equivalent of a Bat Signal, and see the pulsing green circle around her contact photo signifying she was safe somewhere. Instead, he had let his fears get the better of him, his mind going to the worst case, all because she didn't check in. He knew he was overreacting, that she was probably fine, but the worries didn't care for logic.

"I'm sorry," she said, her hand resting on Joe's thigh. "I should have told you. It slipped my mind." She could feel the tension in his muscles, the tightness of his jaw as he held her closer. She knew he was trying to keep his emotions in check, but the tremor in his voice gave him away.

"It's not that," Joe murmured, his eyes trained on the TV in front of him. "It's just… I don't know." He took a deep, shaky breath, his chest rising and falling beneath the sweatshirt. "I ask for one thing, you know. Just one thing. And sometimes…"

Her hand stilled on his leg, her eyes searching his profile for any clue to the tempest of emotions he was trying to hide. She knew Joe didn't like to show vulnerability, but she had seen it before. He wasn't afraid of showing her that side of him, but it wasn't always pleasant to experience.

He sighed, shifting to bury his nose in her hair. "I just…" his voice faltered, "I'm overreacting. Fuck." He hissed, standing up abruptly and walking over to the window. The rain had picked up outside, the droplets racing down the glass, blurring the streetlights into streaks of amber.

"You're not overreacting. But, I'm okay, nothing happened. Just take a moment to breathe," she said, remaining seated, allowing him some space. She knew Joe's fears weren't unjustified; the world was unpredictable, and she didn't blame him for worrying. She waited, watching his broad back and the way he methodically cracked each of his knuckles. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words and the occasional patter of rain.

Finally, Joe turned around, his eyes searching hers. "It's my one thing, babe. We've talked about this so many times. Just a heads up. You don't have to tell me where, don't even have to tell me how long, just that if you're gonna be out late, you're okay." His voice was soft but firm, a plea wrapped in frustration. "I don't even give a fuck if you don't wanna tell me where you are. But if I know you get off work at 6:30, and it's 9 PM, and you haven't said shit, my mind goes to a bad place. I can't help it."

She nodded, her eyes apologetic as she watched him turn and walk back to where she sat on the couch. "You're right," she conceded. "And I'm sorry, babe. It's just that sometimes, I get caught up and I forget. It doesn't mean I don't value our agreement." She paused, reaching for his hand, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "But I want you to remember that I come home to you. I'm not going anywhere without saying goodbye."

Joe sat down, his hand enveloping hers, the warmth of their combined touch silently comforting him. "I know you do," he said slowly. "But if something happened and I couldn't fix it… I don't know what I'd do." She started to respond, but he continued, "And I know I can't control everything, I know that. But this one thing, it's all I ask."

She squeezed his hand tighter. "You can't control everything, Joe," she acknowledged his words gently. "But I can control checking in with you." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the pull of air. "I'm sorry I didn't do that tonight. I'll do better."

Joe nodded, his eyes closing briefly as he leaned into her touch. "I know you will, baby," he murmured. "It's just… I love you. I probably fucked up your night."

She leaned over and kissed him softly. "I promise you haven't," she said, her voice soothing. "We're okay." She could feel the tension begin to drain from him, his grip on her hand loosening slightly. "I got you dessert," she said finally, trying to steer the conversation to a lighter topic.

Joe's eyes lit up briefly at the mention of food. "What'd you get?"

She stood up, smiling gently. "Molten chocolate cake," she said, walking over to the dining table. "It's still warm." She returned with the take-out container and a plastic fork, setting it down on the coffee table. Joe's eyes followed her, his expression softening.

"Hey, come here," he said, patting the couch cushion next to him. She sat back down, confusion crossing her face as his hands found her hips, guiding her to sit on his lap. "I love you so much," he murmured, kissing her cheek, his arms wrapping around her waist. "And I'm glad you're okay."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with the fabric of his sweatshirt. "I love you, too," she responded, her eyes meeting his. "And I'll do better with the updates. I promise."

Joe nodded, his breathing evened out. "Thank you," he replied, watching as she opened the container to reveal the decadent dessert.

[burreauxwrites]

“TIGER” - (joe burrow x reader)

description: while taking a bath with joe, you made an important discovery. he has stretch marks! (i wrote this after discovering that joe has stretch marks 🥹 he’s so lovely)

word count: 708

warnings: fluff, sharing a bath, joe is kind of touched deprived.

it had been a busy day for both you and joe. you had some work you had to get done, and joe had practice. there really wasn’t anything the both of you wanted more than to enjoy a relaxing bath and chat about your day together.

the both of you liked to call it your “nightly debriefing”. joe would talk about how practice went and any funny moments, while you shared some gossip and what your day was like at work.

joe started the water, running his hands beneath the rapid stream to check it’s temperature for the both of you. one the temperature was what you both desired, he put in the stopper, letting you add the body soap. you opted for a warm vanilla scent, compared to lavender.

the both of you stepped into the tub once the water finished filling it up, sinking into the warm, soapy water. joe looked at you fondly, shuffling over to you a bit.

“y/n, babe,” he asks, looking at you with a slight pleading look, “could you massage my back, please?”

“of course, joey.” you answered, nodding and beckoning joe to come closer and turn around.

when he does, your delicate hands run over his frame, kneading and working out any knots. a soft grin formed onto your lips as you heard him relax; he was always one of the most hardest working people you’ve ever known, and he deserved to have time to be calm and not feel stressed.

as you continue massaging him, you stop, a faint gasp escaping your lips.

joe had stretch marks. the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen, really. all of the lines on his back and shoulders stood out against his skin, soft and uneven, like ripples in sand after a wave. you figured they were from him working out a lot and bulking up quickly.

“what…?” joe questioned, noticing your gasp and the pause in your movement.

“you…you have stretch marks…” you murmured fondly.

joe chuckled, the sound rumbling his body a bit underneath your hands. “yeah, i do. it’s no biggie,” he shrugs, relaxing as you begin massaging him again, “when you gain muscle really quickly, that kind of thing tends to happen.”

you smiled, nodding as a soft hum came from you. your hands drew gentle circles around the scars as you stared at them lovingly. they’re so beautiful. he’s beautiful. you loved every single inch of joe, and the fact that he had stretch marks made him imperfectly perfect.

“they’re cute,” you cooed softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder where the marks were, “they’re like…tiger stripes,” you giggled as you traced over the marks with your finger softly.

“tiger stripes, huh?” joe laughed, partially due to the ticklish sensation of your finger, and your words, “what, so i’m a tiger now?”

“mhm,” you agreed, continuing to pepper his shoulders and back in kisses. you pulled back for a moment, taking a warm look at his skin and making it your mission to commit it to memory, “you’re big, strong, kind of intimidating, and beautiful.”

joe shook his head at your words, sighing as you continued massaging his body. you always praised joe, both for his skills and physical traits. he found it sweet; he could have the most mundane mole or scar, and you treated it like a piece of art.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a small moment in relaxation. with a smile, leans back, putting a decent bit of weight on you, but not too much; he didn’t want to crush you.

you could tell he was feeling a bit touch deprived, but you didn’t mind. it was easy for you to tell that he was having a moment where he just wanted to be held. so, you leaned back against the tub, wrapping your arms around him with a smile.

“y/n?” joe asked, opening his eyes as he felt you rest your head onto his shoulder.

you perk up a little, “mhm?” you ask, looking at him warmly.

“i love you.” he sighed.

with a softened gaze, you run a thumb against his scarred skin with admiration and profound care.

“i love you too, tiger.”

[leighsartworks216]

How the LADS men would react to some of my favorite games

All x Reader (separately, and it's not the main focus)

Picking out games for them all was kinda difficult, bc I have so many favorites and I wasn't sure what they'd react to or how they'd react. But I'm pretty happy with these

Based on this post

Warnings: crackfic (kinda?), one horror game, slight angst with Zayne, swearing

Word Count: 1,123 (oh hell yeah)

Main Masterlist

Love and Deepspace Masterlist

AO3

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Xavier:

I think Xavier would love The Outer Worlds

I mean,, it’s a game that takes place entirely in another solar system where you crash land in an escape pod on a strange planet and gotta figure out how people here work without letting them know you’re “not from here”

They literally call the player “The Stranger”

I think he’d love looking up at the sky in game

Every one of the sky boxes is gorgeous but Emerald Vale especially

I think he’d find a safe area in game and put it on just to stare up at the sky (and fall asleep too)

Tries to choose the best outcome for every situation

Which means fucking over the government and not feeling an ounce of guilt for it

But fucking over the underdogs even for a minute feels awful

Has to ask you which choice is better or how to get the best outcome

Scarily good at fighting with melee weapons

Esp considering the heavy reliance on guns

Accidentally min-maxes the characters

He’d also love Coffee Talk

The music is so calming he usually ends up falling asleep to it

Spends a lot of time and consideration into every drink

Draws a little bunny in the lattes every single time

Probably accidentally clocks the plot twist of the game on the very first run

Tries making you the drinks irl and uhhhh he shouldn’t

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Zayne:

Of the games I’ve played, I think The Silent Age would be very interesting for him

Helps solve the puzzles (even if you’ve played it before)

Says he finds the art style to be “charming”

Sits through every piece of dialogue no matter how long and doesn’t go forward until he comprehends it

Gets so concerned when Joe starts coughing

Generally doesn’t like seeing the bodies

It makes him unsettled and has him thinking about those he’s lost to such gruesome deaths

The twist at the end absolutely fascinates him so much

And the SECOND twist pulls him out of it

Was lowkey hoping it would be something more… fantastical

But does have to admit that horror in the now-mundane is interesting too

I also would LOVE to watch him play Ace Attorney

Could you IMAGINE???

“This is illegal.” “I know, but so is murder.” “They don’t cancel out, you know.”

“If somebody on the witness stand is overreacting that much to one small detail, I think the judge should be a little more concerned about it.”

He’d kinda love Miles Edgeworth ngl

Understands exactly what he means with the entire “unnecessary feelings” business

Wishes the autopsy reports were more in depth, for his own amusement

Accidentally says “objection” when you’re trying to lie to him about not taking care of yourself

Can’t live it down for the next week, at LEAST

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Sylus:

Little Nightmares, straight up

He finds the concept absolutely fascinating

Doesn’t play, but enjoys watching you play

“Careful, kitten. His long arms almost grabbed you.” “YES, THANK YOU, I NOTICED.”

Loves to see you so panicked and freaked out

Laughs if something small makes you jump out of your skin

But he does try to comfort you after chase sequences when it feels like you’re having a heart attack

Pulls you into his lap and promises to protect you

Will not complain if you choose to stay there for the rest of the game

Helps you solve puzzles if you’re struggling with them for too long

But he always asks to know if you want the answer

He doesn’t need you pouting and upset just because you couldn’t figure out how to do something relatively simple

Warns the twins not to scare you for a while

For their own safety tbh

You have a gun and you WILL use it

He’d also like watching you play Animal Crossing

You can and will bully him into joining

Will catch the scary or difficult bugs for you if you’re struggling

Doesn’t need to look up any guides to find the real artworks

The very second he can get his hands on the cat cap, it’s going to you

Might ask what color you want, but he’s more likely to pick it for you so its a surprise

Wraps it up too

“Sweetie, I got you a gift.” “Awe, really?.... Really, Sylus?” “Put it on, kitten.”

Luke and Kieran have their own town

It’s extremely flushed out and scary how impressive it is

Runs turnips with them so you have nearly a billion Bells to spend on anything you want

He lets you design his house, even if you make it silly

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Rafayel:

Tell me why my first thought was Pokemon Art Academy

He would love it tho

Sitting on the couch together, watching over your shoulder as you follow the tutorials to draw the Pokemon

They turn out like shit but he claims to love them

Passing it over to him is a bad idea, but he won’t stop whining until you do

Creates an entire masterpiece

That creature is in a damn candid shot, shaded and everything

You should have known it was a terrible idea to show him the game

When he doesn’t feel like painting or just needs a break for his mind, he’ll play it

Honestly I see him at one of his own exhibitions, standing in the corner and playing it

Thomas complains to you about it all the time

Rafayel texts you about how much the Pokemon miss you and want you to come over :’(((

Beats the game

Somehow

Not just the lessons either, literally every single drawing they give you to do, he does it

When you look at the gallery, you can see when you stopped playing and when he took over

He’d also love Little Inferno

Sings the jingle all the time until you’re threatening him to shut up

Doesn’t honestly understand the appeal at first

He can literally make and control fire, why can’t you just give him some stuff to burn and he’ll do it for you

But he slowly gets the appeal

Especially when the batteries explode

Hates the pooping cat plushie with a passion

“If that thing ever shows up in a claw machine, we are NOT getting it.”

He either fully completes the game, combos and all, or he gets to the second catalog and gets bored, no in between

Will happily watch you play tho

Loves the way you focus on trying to decipher the clues for the combos

No shame, WILL be looking up the combinations and WILL spoil them for you just to bug you

May plan a date around throwing shit into a fireplace and watching it burn in real life

There’s a fire extinguisher nearby, just in case

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[funnyjb]

French Love

………………………………..

This morning is the second morning in Cannes, France. Joe is here for work and decided to bring me along with him. I have never been to France before so being here with the love of my life makes it even more memorable. Yesterday was pretty chill. We just walked around enjoying ourselves.

I was In the bathroom putting some makeup on. My hair was curled from my Dyson and my dress was fitting perfectly.

Joe then walked in.

“Baby.”- Joe

“Yeah?”- You

“Does this look good?”- Joe

I turned around to look at him

My jaw dropped. He looked so hot. He was wearing a black and rainbow striped set. Surprisingly with the rainbow he looked hot. Well, he always looks hot.

“Wow..you look handsome, Joey!”- You

“Thanks!”-Joe

“Is this the one the stylist helped you with?”- You

“Yeah”- Joe

“Maybe he should style you more often!”- You

I walked up over to him and put my hands on his shoulders.

“Oh, really?”- Joe raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face

I nodded my head.

He then pulled in for a kiss. Thank goddess I didn’t have lipstick on yet.

The kiss started to get more heated. I could tell he wanted me.

“Joe…not right now.”- you

“Okay, but one more.”- Joe

He kissed me one last time.

We pulled out from the kiss and I just stared up at him.

“Wow, baby, you look beautiful.”- Joe

“Aw, thank you, Joey.”- you

I kissed him on the cheek then walked back over to finish getting ready.

“We have to leave in 5.”- Joe

“Ok!”- Joe

He waited at the door of the bathroom for a second. Taking me in.

God, she is gorgeous. - joe thought

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At the Spotify event Joe was making his rounds while I was staying near by. Some of his friends flew out also for the events so they were with him.

I was talking to some of their girlfriends when I noticed Joe. He looked a little uncomfortable. There was a lot of people around. Many celebrities, influencers, and even some athletes. He was looking around trying to find someone. I decided to text him. I didn’t really know if he wanted me to go over there since a lot of people were having conversations with him and his friends.

I pulled his contact out of my phone

Joe💕

Hey, are you ok?- you

(I immediately got a text back)

Yeah, just a little overwhelming with all these people. I was looking for you. Where are you?- Joe

I’m near the piano. I can come over to you if you want?- you

Yes, please.- Joe

I put my phone back in my bag. I told the girls I was heading over to Joe. The girls also decided to go to their mans to.

I was walking over when Joe noticed me. His face immediately lifted up. He plastered a smile on to his beautiful face and walked over to meet me in the middle.

“Hey, beautiful.”- joe smiled

“Hey, handsome!”- you

He grabbed my left hand and held it. I guess Mr I hate PDA decided to change some things.

“I want to introduce you to someone.”- Joe

“Ok.”- you

I wonder who it could be.

As we walked over to where Joe was before I noticed there was a girl. She looked way older than Joe and I but still young.

“Evin!”- Joe

She turned around.

“Omg, is this her?”- Evin

“Yes, y/n this is Evin! She will be leading the panel I’m going to be on tomorrow.”- Joe

I reached out my hand to shake hers.

“Very nice to meet you!”- You smiled

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Joe couldn’t stop talking about you a couple minutes ago. I wanted to meet who captivated this boys heart.”- Evin

I looked at Joe. His cheeks were flushed.

“Aw, well its very nice to meet you.”- You

We stared talking about what will happen tomorrow at the panel and the meaning behind it. It was very interesting. Joe seemed like a perfect fit for this role.

“So, how long have you two love birds been together?”- Evin

“Ever since college. Seven years to be exact.”- you smile

“Aw, that is the sweetest.”- Evin

Evin and I talked for a bit till the special guest performance was going to happen. Everyone lined up against the pool where there was a stage and a piano. Joe was next to me. Both of us patiently waiting. John legend came out and everyone went crazy. I love him, so I of course couldn’t believe it.

He sang all of my favorite songs. I was so excited when he sang All Of Me.

I was so sad when it was over, but couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and spend some time with Joe before we go out to dinner.

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It was time to head to dinner. Joe and I took a well deserved nap when we got back. I was lying on his chest watching his chest rise and fall before I had to wake him up.

I decided to change my dress into a white, long, floral one.

“Im ready!”- You

“Let’s go.”- Joe

He opened the hotel door and we were off!

He booked a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the French Riviera. He booked a private outdoor spot. The sun was setting which set a nice glow. You could hear the waves in the distance and the table was set up beautifully with red roses, candles, and some wine. It was right on the private beach.

“This is beautiful, Joe.”- you

I looked out into the distance where the waves were crashing.

He looked at me in awe.

“All for you, my love.”- Joe winked

I look back at him and chuckled.

“Well, thank you!”- you

The dinner came and we ate in silence because of how good it was.

After Joe and I were done Joe gave me that look again.

“Do I have something on my face?”- you swiped your mouth gently

Joe laughed

“No, no. Let’s….go look out at the ocean.”- Joe

“Ok!”- You

Both of us got up and Joe took my hand as we stepped onto the sand. It was beautiful. We walked a little bit more towards the water and then just stood there enjoying the moment.

Joe then turned to me as I looked at him.

“Y/n..this trip has been the best trip I’ve ever been on because of you. You make me calm and relaxed. You never fail to put a smile on my face, and always know how to crack a joke. You are always there for a shoulder to lean on and the best nurse I could ask for when I’m injured. Being with you is fulfilling, and loving you is easy. I want to be with you forever…so that being said.”

He kneeled down I front of me. He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. I cover my mouth with my hand. I couldn’t believe it! The ring was gorgeous, but I didn’t care about the ring I cared that the love of my life is in front of me asking for a hand in marriage.

“Yes..yes I will marry you!”- you

He slid the ring on my finger and got up so he could hug me. I held him tight. He then looked at me with tears in his eyes. I then passionately kissed him.

“You’re my fiancé now.”- Joe smiled

“Indeed I am!”- you

He then pulled me in for another sweet kiss.

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[floralhuqzz]

Mine, Not Yours (Joe Goldberg x reader(fem)

(Chapter 18- Everything You Thought You Knew)

MASTERLIST

“Hello, Terry.”

The name hits him like a punch. His mouth opens, no sound coming out at first—just air and panic.

He stares at me like he’s trying to rationalize what the hell this is. A prank? A dream? No. Not with the cold concrete floor beneath him, the reflection of his own fear in the glass, and me standing just outside, arms crossed, calm.

“I—I don’t…” he starts, voice cracking, “Where am I?”

I tilt my head slightly, not breaking eye contact. “Somewhere quiet. Safe. For now.”

He rushes forward, slamming his hands on the glass. “Let me out, man! What is this? What do you want?”

I sigh. “You know, Terry… I was really hoping you wouldn’t make this necessary.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” He’s panicking now, pacing, tugging at the locked handle like it would magically open.

I lean a little closer. “You’re smart, aren’t you? You went to university. You dress nice. You smile the way people like to be smiled at. Very… calculated.”

He shakes his head, trying to make sense of this. “I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know you.”

I nod. “No, but you know her.”

And there it is. That flicker. Recognition. His mouth parts, but no words.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “(Y/N). She’s sweet. Too sweet, maybe. Friendly. She talks to everyone. Smiles at everyone. But you—” I pause, “—you looked at her like she was something you could take.”

He scoffs, shaking his head like I’m insane. “You’ve lost your mind. You’re insane—”

“—Careful,” I interrupt, stepping closer to the glass. “People who say that usually end up making things worse for themselves.”

He backs up. “She doesn’t even like me. We’re just friends.”

I nod slowly. “Then why did you text her at 11 p.m. about coffee? Why were your eyes on her mouth every time she spoke? Why did your hand linger just a second too long on her shoulder?”

“She didn’t say anything! So it wasn’t a problem!” he shouts.

I smile. “No, she didn’t. Because she’s polite. And women like her… they get used to brushing things off. To pretending not to notice.”

Terry’s chest is rising and falling fast now. Sweat glistens at his temple. “What do you want from me?!”

I stare at him a moment longer, then shrug.

“I wanted to understand you. I needed to know if you were really a threat, or just another man too weak to control his impulses.” I pause. “Now I know.”

He bangs the glass again, a desperate thud. “Let me out. I won’t say anything. I swear, I won’t—”

I hold up a hand. “Shhh.”

His voice dies down.

And I step back.

“I haven’t decided what happens next.”

I turn away, slowly, letting the silence crush him.

Behind me, his voice finally breaks through again—fragile, like glass.

“Please…”

But I’m already walking away.

Because I have someone waiting for me.

And I have a decision to make.

One last decision.

⸻

I walk through the front door and close it quietly behind me. The London air still clings to my coat, damp and cold, but inside it’s warm—soft lighting, the faint scent of her perfume, and her humming in the kitchen.

It’s insane how fast blood on your hands can fade into domesticity.

“(Y/N)?” I call gently, and she turns around, smiling—like the last twelve hours weren’t spent dragging a man into a cage.

“Hey, you’re back,” she says, setting a mug on the counter for me. “Just made tea.”

And just like that, I melt into it. Into her.

God, I missed her warmth.

I step close, wrap my arms around her waist from behind, and rest my chin on her shoulder. She leans into me like she always does, trusting. Entirely unaware.

“Long day?” she asks softly, fingers brushing mine.

“You could say that,” I murmur into her skin.

There’s a beat of silence as we both just stand there. Then she turns her head slightly, her voice light but curious.

“Oh, by the way… what do you think of Terry?”

My heart skips.

She sips her tea, watching me, innocent.

But the name slaps me across the face like a ghost with blood on its hands.

I blink once—just once—and slip the mask back on.

I smile.

“Terry?” I say, like I need a second to remember. “Oh. The one from the café?”

She nods. “Yeah. He seems nice, right?”

I smile again, slower this time, reassuring.

“Yeah,” I lie, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

“He seems nice.”

She grins. “Good. I think he’s lonely.”

I nod, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the lie still warm on my tongue.

“Maybe he just needs someone to talk to.”

Her eyes soften.

And I smile again—because if she knew what Terry really needed…

She would never look at me the same way again.

But she doesn’t.

So I pull her close, kiss her like she’s my beginning and not the reason I end everyone else.

And tonight, we’ll sleep tangled in sheets—

while Terry lies awake behind glass, wondering how the hell love turned into a cage.

And me?

I’ll sleep just fine.

—

London has a way of swallowing sound. Of making you believe you’re safe in silence. Safe in routine.

It’s been weeks since Terry disappeared. Y/N still talks about him sometimes—brief mentions. Casual. But never suspicious. She trusts me.

She’s humming in the kitchen. Barefoot. Wearing my sweater.

Perfect.

I lean on the doorframe and watch her stir something on the stove. And in that moment, I think maybe—just maybe—I’m done. I could be done.

“Smells good,” I say, voice low.

She smiles. “You hungry?”

God, yes. But not just for food.

We sit. We eat. It’s normal. Like every other day.

But then she tilts her head. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she says, casually stabbing her fork into a piece of fruit. “Back when Terry disappeared… did you ever see him again?”

I freeze. But only for a second. “No. Didn’t you say he moved back to the States?”

She nods. “Right. I did.”

I take a sip of coffee. Watch her. She’s too calm.

Then she says it.

“You know, I only ask because I saw something strange on your phone last week.”

My blood turns to ice. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs. Still smiling. “A message from him. Before he disappeared. Weird, right?”

I put the mug down slowly. “You went through my phone?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she lies. Her eyes narrow just slightly. “But I saw it. And then I started thinking. About how quiet you got. About how familiar your patterns started to feel again.”

“Y/N…”

She stands up. Walks toward the window.

“Joe,” she says, turning to face me. “I know what you did.”

Silence.

I rise slowly, heart pounding, preparing myself.

Then—

“I’m not mad,” she whispers.

I blink. “What?”

She takes a step closer.

“I’m not mad,” she repeats. “Because I did the same thing.”

“What?”

She pulls out her phone. Swipes. Turns it around.

On the screen: A photo. Grainy. Taken from behind glass.

Terry.

In the cage.

But it wasn’t my photo.

It was hers.

“I followed you once,” she says quietly. “I saw everything.”

I stare at her, stunned.

Her voice turns almost sweet. “I just wanted to see if you’d really go that far again.”

She smiles.

“I guess we’re more alike than I thought.”

Fade to black.

I stare at her, the silence between us thick and heavy, the air charged with something I can’t quite place. She looks at me like she’s just revealed a secret, but it isn’t a secret at all. It’s an understanding, something unspoken that’s been there all along.

“I like it,” she says softly, her eyes locked on mine. “I like how you protect me, Joe. How you care for me, even if it’s… intense sometimes.”

I blink, not quite processing the words. But I hear them. I feel them. And in that moment, something inside me shifts. It’s like a pressure has lifted, and I can breathe again.

“You like it?” I ask, my voice quiet, almost a whisper, as though I’m afraid to speak too loudly for fear of shattering this moment.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yes. I like that you’re always looking out for me. That you’re always here when I need you, even when it gets… messy.”

Her words, the way she says them, it doesn’t feel like she’s pushing me away. No, it feels like she’s pulling me in even closer. Like she’s accepting me in a way I never expected, never thought I deserved.

“I never wanted to be this way,” I say, my voice trembling slightly. The honesty in it surprises even me. “But with you, it’s different. I feel like… like I need to protect you. Like it’s the only thing that matters.”

She steps closer, her hand gently reaching out to touch mine. “I know, Joe. And that’s why I love it. I feel safe with you. Like nothing and no one can touch me. Not when you’re around.”

And suddenly, I realize something. Something I’ve been blind to all this time.

She doesn’t see me as a monster. She sees me as someone who will always be there for her, no matter what. She doesn’t fear me. She’s not disgusted by me.

In fact, she likes it. She likes that I’m this way. She likes that I’m possessive, that I’m protective.

And maybe… maybe I like it too.

“I would do anything to keep you safe,” I murmur, my gaze intense as I hold her eyes. “Anything. I’ve never felt this way before. About anyone.”

Her smile widens, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t feel like I’m losing control. I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. And in this moment, I realize that I might not be the monster I’ve always thought I was.

Maybe I’m just someone who’s been waiting for someone like her. Someone who would want this.

She leans in, her breath warm against my ear. “I know, Joe. And that’s why I trust you. I trust you to always be there. To always take care of me.”

The words linger between us, and for once, I feel like I’m not suffocating under the weight of my own darkness. I feel like maybe, just maybe, there’s someone who can understand it—who can accept it.

And in that moment, I don’t care if I’m a monster. Not when she’s looking at me like this. Not when she’s saying these words.

I’ve found someone who sees me for who I really am—and wants me just like this.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel so alone.

[readingslover]

Chapter 15

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After their evening activities, George and Amory flopped down next to each other, catching their breath.

“That… That was…” The girl stared.

“Great. Really great. Amazing.” The man said, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Yeah, amazing.” Amory let out a chuckle and turned to press a kiss on his lips, letting her head rest on his chest.

Before they could fall asleep in their blissful state their pagers went off. 

“911! We just worked a thirty-hour shift…” Amory whined, not wanting to get up.

“And I smell like… sex.” The boy said. They both got out of bed, hurrying to put their clothes on. Amory turned on the tv after getting a message from Cristina to check it out. “A massive train wreck occurred just outside of Seattle just minutes ago.”

~~~~~~

They both left the elevator that took them to the pit to find the rest of their friends whom they had left behind. Cristina as eager as always, Izzie looked as tired as the couple was feeling and Meredith drunkenly stumbled down the hall.

“I think I saw a pneumothorax. I hope I get a pneumothorax.” Cristina said as they put on their trauma gowns.

Just then Dr. Bailey arrived in a night dress and heels, making George let out. “Oh.”

“What are you looking at?” The resident complained.

“You look nice, Dr. Bailey.” The short girl let out.

“Thank you, Amory.” She turned to Alex. “Okay, you, go get me my shoes. Let’s move people.” She put on a gown and started walking to a door where Meredith was leaning beside.

“Hello!” Meredith turned to the woman. “I seem to be a little bit drunk. I was off duty…”

“So was I! Anybody alse half in the bottle?” The interns quickly shook their heads. “Alright then. Grey, just stay out of the way, I’ll deal with you later. The rest of you stick with me and wait for your assignment. I know you get all aquiver at the sight of blood and organs, but it’s gonna be a long night and you’re already tired. I don’t want any mistakes.” Once she finished, she opened the door to the ER, noticing the chaos that had erupted. Doctors, nurses, paramedics, and family members of those who got hurt in the crash were bustling all over the place. voices clashed together and there was not a single second filled with silence. More than two dozen people were bleeding and hurt, and more were still coming.

“I’m so not tired anymore,” Cristina commented.

“Me neither, I’m not tired.” George agreed.

“Tired? I was never tired.” Amory joked, her eyes scanning the room. People were groaning in pain and bleeding, hoping they could make it. The adrenaline in her form seeing all those wounded in the same room did make her feel less tired.

“Dr. Bailey, I’ve got a third-trimester burn victim here, I’m gonna need some help,” Addison informed and all the interns raised their hands.

“Izzie, go.” The woman told the tall blonde.

“Yes! Have a nice nap.” The model teased and Amory playfully rolled her eyes.

Tyler, from the bar, walked into the pit, still dressed in his casual clothes but when he saw Meredith he stopped walking. “Oh, hey! Joe told me to tell you that McSteamy came looking for you.” He passed on.

“You mean McDreamy.” Meredith corrected, a bit frazzled. “Joe said McDreamy came looking for me?”

“No.” Tyler shook his head, and for a second there Meredith deflated, but the rosa back up at what Tyler said next. “I’m pretty sure it was McSteamy, yeah.” He kept repeating himself as he walked away.

Just then, Derek entered the ER. “Does that mean he picked her?” George asked, confused.

“I don’t know…”

“If it does I’ve just lost 50 bucks,” Cristina complained.

“Cristina Yang!” Amory hit her friend’s arm. “What have I told you? We do not bet on our friend’s love lives.”

A paramedic rushed into the ER, human leg in hand. “I’ve got the leg!”

“I want that leg…” The Asian woman longed.

“Dr. Bailey, who do you got?” The Chief asked as he accompanied the man without the leg and, again, all the interns raised their hands.

“Cristina, go?”

As Derek walked by Meredith, he nodded to her. “Was that a nod?” George asked.

“Yes.” Both Meredith and Amory answered in unison.

“Do we know what it means?” He asked again, his hand on the small of Amory’s back.

“No.”

~~~~~~

As Amory got a page from Dr. Bailey, she entered the room. “Dr. Bailey, you paged?” Seeing two people impaled on a pole, she backtracked. “Oh.”

“Is this the craziest thing you’ve ever seen?3 The female patient asked her and Meredith, who was also in the room.

“Um… Yeah.” The short intern answered.

“Me too.” The patient answered, fear in her eyes.

George entered the room and the hurt girl called out for Burke who was standing alongside Bailey outside the room. “Excuse me?”

“Hi, I’m Dr. Burke.” The attending greeted when he walked in. “You shouldn’t move your head. You want to try and move as little as possible.” He advised.

“Oh, okay.” She slowly said. “So, are you gonna pull this pole out of us any time soon?”

“It’s a touch uncomfortable.” Tom, the other patient, admitted.

“I’m sorry, we can’t until we get a better look at what’s going on internally. But, I assure you we will work as quickly as possible.” Burke informed and Amory’s eyes roamed through the patients.

“Well, in that case, does anybody have a breath mint?” Bonnie asked, which made Burk smile while Tom furrowed his eyebrows in question at the woman in front of him. “For me, nit for you.” They both smiled. Burke already moved to exit the room again, but not before whispering something to Bailey.

“Uh, O’Malley, Madden, get them to X-ray.” The two interns shared a look of shock that quickly turned into one of excitement. Amory immediately gestured to Alex to untie her gown as Meredith untied George’s. “Move them extremely carefully.”

Amory nodded quickly and George seemed to panic slightly as he whispered. “They never would have picked me before the elevator…” Both Amory and Alex overheard this but only Alex responded to it by sending him a glare but neither George nor Amory commented and went ahead.

As they wheeled the patients through the hallways, Amory spoke up. “Is there anyone you’d like me to call?”

“They called my wife in the ambulance.” The man explained.

“And my fiancé.” The girl added. “They’re flying down from Vancouver together.”

“Normally Amanda would be a tad upset to find me pressed up against another woman, but in this case, I think I’ll get a pass.” The man joked, making both interns release a chuckle.

“You two aren’t traveling together?” George questioned once the chuckles died down.

“No… We just met.” The girl revealed.

“A but of an awkward introduction.”

“You have nice pores,” Bonnie said, making the man laugh.

Once they arrived at radiology, the interns noticed there was a long waiting live, so Amory walked ahead and cleared her throat. She got the intern’s attention, who looked at the patient and then allowed them to go ahead. Amory kept doing this until they were at the front of the line.

~~~~~~

In the X-ray observation room, Bailey, Amory, and George were standing next to each other, eyeing the many details on the scans. Burke was seated on a chair, looking at the scans on a computer screen while Meredith was standing off to the side with a banana bag IV connected to her arm, trying to sober up quickly. Amory wasn’t exactly sure why she was there, but she figured that Bailey wanted to keep her close in case she started wandering off in her drunk state.

“Is… is it going straight through her spine?” George questioned.

“It is. T8 is completely crushed.” Bailey answered, pointing at it with her finger.

Then, Derek entered the room and his eyes fell immediately on Meredith. The dirty blonde straightened and visibly tensed when she saw him. “What happened?” He asked, seeing the IV.

“Tequila.” She simply answered.

“I’m keeping an eye on her.” Bailey clarified before sending a look to the intern.

He moved to look at the scans and a surprised look took over his face. “Look at this… These people are still alive?”

“Still making small talk,” George answered.

“The pole is tamponading the wound as far as we can see,” Bailey informed the man as Amory leaned on the table to have a better look at the scans.

“It’s hitting the aorta.” Derek evaluated.

“Look at him,” Burke spoke up, looking at tom’s scans. “It’s right in line with his inferior vena cava.”

“but there’s a way to operate without separating them, isn’t there?” Amory hopefully asked although she should know better. She looked at everyone in the room hoping their expressions shared her hopeful one, but she realized there wasn’t a way.

Burke shook his head, while Dere actually said. “No.” Both of them shared the now mourning look that took over the girl’s eyes. George saw this and tried to comfort her by putting a hand on he shoulder and squeezing a little, letting her know he was feeling the same as her but also that he was there to talk if she needed to.

“If we remove the pole then…” George trailed off.

“They’ll both bleed out.” Bailey finished his thought.

“What if we don’t move the pole? What if we move on of the patients off the pole to get the saw in there? Then we can hold the pole steady on the other one. Move it very slowly and repair the damage as we go.” Burke suggested.

“Which one would you move?” Amory asked while Derek quickly glanced at Meredith who stared back at him.

“With her aortic injuries, her chances of survival are extremely slim, no matter what we do. But, if we move her, we have a real shot of saving him.”

“Well, I could argue since her injuries are so extensive we should move him. Give her the best shot we can.” Derek objected.

“So basically, whoever you move doesn’t stand a chance.” Everyone turned to glance at the dirty blonde, unsettled. “So how do you choose? How do you decide who gets to live?”

~~~~~~

“We have to make this call soon if we want to have a shot at saving either one of them,” Burke warned Shepherd as they walked through the hallway, interns, and resident behind them.

“I’d like to examine them before I weight in.”

“I’ll wait for your page.”

“Thank you.” The neurosurgeon turned to the interns. “Dr. Grey…”

“Dr.Grey needs to get herself a blood alcohol test before practicing any medicine tonight.” Bailey intervened, turning to the girl with the banana bag.

“What? No, I’m totally fine.” The girl started connecting her pointer fingers to her nose, making her blonde friend giggle. “See?”

“Right, okay. Dr. Madden, then.” The attending turned to the girl, which flashed him a smile back before they made their way to Bonnie and Tom’s room.

~~~~~~

Examining the two patients, Derek touched the girl’s foot. “Can you feel that, Miss. Krasnoff?”

“You’re a cute daughter.” She said, her voice sweet as ever, now seemingly a bit loopy. “Cute doctors can call me by mu name. That also includes you, Dr. Madden.” The girl smiled.

“Okay, Bonnie, can you feel that?”

“Can I feel what? Oh… I guess that’s a no.”

George entered the room, calling out for his attending for the day. “Dr. Shepherd? I’ve got the labs.”

“Great, thank you.” He thanked the boy.

“Can you wiggle your toed, Mr. Maynard?” He did it successfully, to which the female intern gave him a small smile.

“Are they moving?”

“tes, they are.”

The man laughed lightly. “Good. That’s good, right?”

“Yes, it is.” The neurosurgeon confirmed.

“What about me? Are mine moving?” The sweet girl asked hope filling her voice. George, Amory, and Derek looked down at her foot, but nothing was moving. Derek hesitated a little before answering with a white lie not wanting the patient to break down or lose her hope. “Yes, they are.”

“Yay, me!” The girl giggled in relief unknown to the looks that the doctors gave each other.

“Dr. Shepherd, is it?” Tom asked and at Derek’s nod, she went on. “Dr. Shepherd, Bonnie, and I… Are we gonna live through this?”

“Oh, that’s just morose, Tom.” Bonnie playfully scolded.

“I’m sorry, dear.” He looked back at Derek. “Doctor?”

“We’re gonna do everything we can, Mr. Maynard.”

~~~~~~

“Where are we?” Burke asked, entering the room with Derek, Bailey, George, and Amory.

“You were right. Vitals were erratic, pulse was weak, spine severed… I was hoping that it didn’t hit, but from that angle, it can’t have missed the aorta.” The neurosurgeon informed.

“What about him? Think he can live?” The resident questioned, looking over Amory’s shoulder.

“He’s got better ods.”

“Okay, let OR 1 know we’re coming.” The resident ordered George.

“And, O’Malley, close the gallery. We don’t need n audience for this one.” The cardio surgeon instructed.

The boy turned to leave but finally turned around. “She’s cracking jokes. How do you tell someone she’s gonna be dead in a few minutes when she’s sitting up cracking jokes?” He left, sighing.

“I hat this…” The small girl said shaking her head. “I hat that we have to choose who live or dies. It feels… wrong, counterintuitive.” She sighed, looking down to the floor.

“I know. But, sometimes, it’s the job.” Her resident put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

~~~~~~

“This is hard because your body is in a certain amount of shock. It’s preventing you from feeling any pain, from feeling the extent of your injuries.” The neurosurgeon explained this to the patients.

“Dr. Shepherd? We have a metal pole cutting a path through out insides. I don’t know about Tom here, but I don’t expect to walk out of here anytime soon, so whatever it is you have to say, please, say it.” Bonnie pleaded.

“Okay, Bonnie. In order to operate on Mr. Maynard, we have to separate you two. In order to do that, we have to move you backward off the pole.”

“Can’t you just pull the pole out of both of us?3 Tom asked.

“No, if we do that, you’ll both start bleeding quickly. Making it much harder to work on either of you.”  Amory stepped up.

“Right now, the pole is plugging the wounds. Once removed, the organs will shift. And there is a great deal of damage.” Burke added.

“So, if you move me, I’ll die?” Bonnie tried to hold in her tears.

“Bonnie, we’ll do everything we can to…” The intern started talking but Tom interrupted her, and Bonnie’s tears fell. Amory moved closer to the table and held the girl’s hand tight.

“No. no! If anyone has to go it should be me. You just move…”

“Mr. MAynard.” Burke started. “Mr. Maynard, your injuries are less extensive. If we pull the pole from you, as we operate around it, we have a better chance at repairing the damage.”

“It’s not right…” The man whispered. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not. But it is our, your, best shot.” Amory tried to explain, trying to not get too emotional.

“Tom, it’s not fair either way. “ The blonde reassured him. “Is, um… Is my Danny, is he here yet?”

“There are delays at the airport.” George informed her.” The storm…”

“We could wait,” Bailey suggested. “But the longer we do, the bigger right of infection for…”

“No, no,” Bonnie reassured, grabbing Amory’s hand tighter. “This is better.” She managed to smile through her tears. “Danny, he wouldn’t understand. I’ve had a couple of hours to even… process all of this, but if he… if he had to see me, talk to me like this… I just think it’d be too hard.”

~~~~~~

In the ER, Bonnie spoke to Tom, Amory still holding her hand. “Can I ask ou a question?3 The man made an affirmative noise and she continued. “Do you believe in heaven?”

“I do. Don’t you?”

“I want to.”

“Bonnie… I just want to say…”

“She shushed him. “I know, I know.”

“This is Dr. Addams, out anaesthesiologist,” Derek told them. “When you’re ready, he’s gonna put you to sleep.”

“So it’s not gonna hurt?” The girl asked, tears still in her eyes.

“No, it’s not gonna hurt. It will feel like you’re sleeping.” Amory told her, squeezing the girl’s head. Tears forming in her own eyes.

“That’s good…” The girl said softly. “Amory?”

“Yeah.” The girl whispered, trying her best not to cry in front of the girl.

“You’ll be there when they talk to my Daniel, right?” She asked, her voice softer than ever.

“yes, I will. What would you like me to tell him?”

As the patient whispered her message into Amory’s ear, she allowed herself to spill the first tear of the day, quickly wiping it away.

~~~~~~

After separating both patients and verifying Tom as stable, the team moved to work on Bonnie.

“Grey, Madden, get in here and retract.” The short girl moved to do her job.

“Retractor. Quickly, please. Give me some sponges. Lap sponges.” Derek said as the attendings worked.

“Her aorta is shredded. She’s gonna bleed out.” Burke realized, shaking his head, knowing there was a slim to no chance that she was going to live.

“Doctor, he’s losing pressure.” The anaesthesiologist monitoring Tom warned them.

“He’s bleeding, let’s go,” Derek ordered and everyone started moving from one patient to the other. It pained Amory to have to leave the girl bleeding out on the table, but she knew there was nothing they could do.

“What about her? We can’t just abandon her.” Meredith yelled as her smaller friend changed gloves.” We can’t just abandon her!” The dirty blonde refused to move.

“I’m going in. Scalpel.” Burje started on Tom as Amory moved to help the team.

“Let’s go Dr. Grey.” Bailey urged her.

“Meredith,” George called out.

“What about her?! We cannot abandon her! We have an obligation.” She seemed to panic slightly.

“I have her.” Amory moved to comfort her friend. “Mer, come on, there’s nothing we can do. There’s too much damage, okay? I know it’s awful but she’s gone, Tom’s still got a shot.” She tried to hold her tears.

“Time of death 3:49.” Dr. Bailey called out, referring to the girl.

“Come on, Tom needs us.” She nudged her friend with her elbow and both quickly moved to help out with the surgery.

~~~~~~

Several hours later, the surgery was over. Derek had offered to inform Bonnie’s fiance about her death, but Amory made a promise to the patient, which she fully intended on keeping.

“Did she suffer?” The fiance, Danniel, asked trying and failing to stifle his tears.

“No.” Amory answered instantly.” Her injuries prevented her from… no, she wasn’t in any pain.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“Daniel, Bonnie… she asked me to tell you that…” Amory started, having to clear her throat as she held back her tears. “She asked me to tell you that if love were enough…” She felt tears well up in her eyes. “That if love were enough, she’d still be here with you. Um, excuse me.” The girl excused herself and strayed a bit from the group.

As her resident and attending finished talking to the man, they entered the elevator. The silence was almost unbearable, as Amory closed her eyes and took deep breaths, attempting to calm herself. Suddenly, she felt the elevator stop and opened her eyes to see Bailey had stopped it, as Derek went to the back of the elevator and let his tears fall. Seeing the man in such a state was the last straw, and she let a few tears fall, before decomposing herself and wiping them away. Her resident placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort, as the neurosurgeon joined the group again.

“You okay?” Bailey asked both of them.

“Yeah.” They answered in unison and the levator started moving again.

~~~~~~

As she entered the locker room, she sat by her friends, right next to George, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

They sat in silence for a second, before the youngest girl spoke up, her voice cracking slightly. “I suggested it. I came up with the idea to save one of them… Is, is this my fault?”

“Of course not, Amy,” Meredith told her, reaching out to grab her hand. “There was nothing we could do.”

George pulled her closed into him and she nuzzled against the crook of his neck, as he kissed the top of her head.

Dr. Bailey enters the locker room to find a row of exhausted interns. “Better get cleanedup. Rounds in… five minutes.”

They all got up, leaning on each other for strength. Amory’s day had been awful, but at least she knew she had her friends with her.

[chobit92]

Far Cry 5: Reunited: Part Three

(Mara is giving Gabriel a bath. She wonders if Joseph and John are going to come back. She’s found herself wondering if they are really Jacob’s brothers. They must be. A part of her curses that uptight bitch at the homeless shelter for giving out her address to strangers. Cow. She feels like taking a drive over there to give the old bitch a piece of her mind. But what a waste of gas that would be. She finishes washing Gabriel and sits down on the loo seat leaving him to play with his toys. He isn’t going to go to bed yet anyway. He’s always been a pain to put to bed. Especially when Jacob isn’t here. Mara knows it’s partially her fault as some nights she lets him stay up until he falls asleep. It doesn’t help that Rachel comes in at stupid o clock in the morning either. It infuriates Mara when she wakes him up. Jacob doesn’t like being woken up either. She sighs and takes out a cigarette lighting it up. She cracks open the bathroom window and takes a drag. She doesn’t care what people think of her continuing to smoke when she’s pregnant. What she does is her business and it didn’t do Gabriel any harm. Her mother smoked through all of her pregnancies. She had three kids. Gabriel is staring at her. He takes after his father and doesn’t always speak much. He then points to something on the windowsill.).

Mara: What? Use your words honey.

(Gabriel looks at her for a moment.).

Gabriel: Whale.

(She sighs.).

Mara: Could I have the whale please?

(She picks up the plastic whale and puts it in the bath. Gabriel grabs it and puts it under the water filling it up. She knows what he’s gonna do, he does it every time. Seconds later he has taken aim and pressed the button so the whale squirts out water. It goes onto the floor and hits her.).

Mara: Stop that.

(Gabriel smiles. She finds herself smiling back at him. She finishes her cigarette and tosses the butt down the loo.).

Mara: Right come on time to get out now.

(Gabriel stands up and she lifts him out of the bath before wrapping him up in a towel.).

*

(Jacob is staring at his brothers trying to work out what to say.).

John: Could look happier to see us.

Joseph: John.

John: What?

Joseph: It’s good to see you again brother. I never lost hope that we would find each other again.

Jacob: Good to see you too Joe.

John: So...Met your wife. She’s a pistol isn’t she?

(Joseph sighs. Jacob frowns.).

Jacob: Hm.

Joseph: She told us to tell you she isn’t mad.

Jacob: Hm. Means she’s mad as hell.

Joseph: She seemed mad at someone called Lonny.

Jacob: Wouldn’t wanna be him.

Joseph: So what happened?

Jacob: Usual shit. He’s always gotta problem.

John: Mara told us he likes to get drunk and start fights.

Jacob: Yeah.

John: She said he thinks you’re a psycho because you got scared of some fireworks or something.

(Jacob narrows his eyes.).

Joseph: It’s nothing to be ashamed of brother. It’s perfectly understandable.

Jacob: What is?

(Nobody seems to know what to say.).

Joseph: I am sure you saw many things during your time in the army and experienced things that nobody should have to. It is perfectly understandable that there are some things you find hard to deal with now. I just wish that people like this Lonny understood that.

(Jacob says nothing. Joseph notices how haunted his older brother looks. How tired and broken he is. He sighs.).

Joseph: I am sorry it has taken me so long to find you.

Jacob: Not your fault.

John: Well we are back together now and once we get you out of here we will have to have a family dinner.

Jacob: Hm.

(Joseph reaches out to Jacob and grips his arm staring at him. Jacob doesn’t seem to know what to say or what to do. Then Jacob has moved forwards and is reaching for Joseph through the bars.).

Joseph: I am so sorry brother.

Jacob: What for?

Joseph: Leaving you alone for this long.

Jacob: Not your fault.

John: Least you’ve got a gorgeous wife to take care of you. Lucky.

Jacob: Hm. No idea what she sees in me.

Joseph: Well perhaps she sees something that you don’t.

Jacob: Can’t think what. I’m just a broken scarred old man.

Joseph: No. You are our brother. Our protector.

Jacob: Didn’t do you much good did I?

Joseph: Stop talking like that.

John: I almost can’t believe we’re together again. After all this time.

Joseph: I knew that we would be. I had faith.

(Jacob grips Joseph’s hand as if he’s going to suddenly disappear.).

Sheriff: Right that’s time I’m afraid. Come on.

Joseph: We will get this sorted out.

John: You mean I will.

Joseph: We will back tomorrow.

Jacob: Don’t worry about me. Don’t matter if I rot in here.

Joseph: Brother don’t talk like that. You matter. To us and to your wife and children.

John: We’ll get you out of here Jacob.

Jacob: It’s okay. Won’t be in here long. That Lonny prick can never be bothered to press charges. He hit me anyway I ain’t done nothin’.

Sheriff: Let’s go move it.

Joseph: Mara is making up the guest bedroom for us. You sit tight brother we will be together again. A family.

John: See you soon brother.

(Jacob nods and grips Joseph’s hand then John’s. He then sits back down on the bed as Joseph and John are led away by the Sheriff.).

[teabights]

Ready To Make Some Magic?

Summary: You and Joseph kinda hate each other, but will a certain scene change that for you guys ?

Warning: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI (dom!reader x sub!joseph quinn)

AN: this started out with a tiktok inspiration and apparently i just got too !!! While writing it so. If you dont like then sorry

You curse as you hold the cigarette in your mouth. You dig in your pockets, trying to find the lighter that wasn't there. You roll your eyes as you glance over at Joseph who was standing a few feet away, texting on his stupid phone, with a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips. You walk over to your co-star and stand in front of him.

"Quinn, can I bum a light?" You ask, taking the cigarette out of your lips.

"What? You brought a whole pack of cigarettes and no lighter? Left your head at home today?" His words are like fire to your ears.

"Listen, I am having a hard day. Can you stop being an ass and light my cigarette?" You ask him in one last attempt before you are ready to just go without a cigarette.

"Yeah, whatever." He says.

You put the cigarette back between your lips and instead of pulling out a lighter, Joe pulls his cigarette out from his lips, singeing the end of your cigarette with his own cherried cigarette. You inhale it and make it light. He pulls his cigarette back, placing it between his lips again. That pulls a weird turn in your stomach. It was awfully sensual for no reason.

"Are you going to be able to focus now?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, cheers." You say as you feel a blush creep on your face, letting out a little smoke.

You walk back over to where you originally were, just to help hide your face from him.

"Oh, now that you got your light, you hate me again?" He jokes.

"I don't hate you, Quinn." You speak out the lie. You think you love him?

"That's news to me. When did you start liking me?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Uh, I think you've become more bearable to be around, not necessarily like you." You say.

"Ah, sure love." He says with a wink.

Joe finishes his cigarette, tossing the butt to the ground, and stomping it out. He walks across and gazes at you. You see him eyeing you up. Your cheek flush again as you focus on your cigarette. After your cigarette, you find your way back to the main set. Your eyes watching the scene going. Joseph is not missing a beat. His lines come flowing out of his lip so perfectly. You are so amazed that he was just that good. You sit in your little chair. He catches you staring at him, giving you a little wink, which makes your cheeks heat up yet again. He continues with the speech about love to the other character. Wait… does he feel the same way? The scene ends and they stay still in their spots. The director goes over the scene and dismisses them from the scene.

“Okay, y/n, get in there. You feeling better now?” the director asks.

“Yes, I am sorry.” You say as you get on the set.

You do your whole solo scene, not noticing that Joseph was watching the entire time. He was always amazed by your acting, just like you are of him. He thought you are one of the best actors that he’s ever worked with, even on your off day. You walk off of set after the director yells cut. They talk to you for a brief moment before dismissing you. You walk over to sit in your little chair again.

“You’re so brilliant.” Joseph says from his chair.

“What?” You ask.

“You are so good at this. You know how to capture people into the scene. I felt like I was right there with you, feeling everything you felt.” He responds to you.

“Uh, thank you. You are pretty good too. You make it look so easy.” You say as you pull your phone from the pouch on your chair.

“Thank you.” Joseph says. “Hey, there is a little club near my apartment, do you want to go tonight at like 9?”

“Uh… who else is going?” You ask.

“Probably some crew members…” He responds, lying to her.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll see how I feel.” You say.

“Cool.” He mumbles.

You send a quick text to your best friend about how things are going. You also send a text to your mom.

“Joseph, Y/N, it’s time.” The director says.

You notice the depletion of staff, only a select few were there. You also realize the bedroom scenery was set to a more romantic feeling. You forgot that the sex scene was today. Why of all days was it today?

“Joseph, you are stripping off your clothes in the scene. Y/N, you can strip down just to your underwear and get under the covers." The director says. “We’ll do a camera change after Joseph strips to his boxers and that is when Joseph will climb into the bed. We’ll leave you two up to make the magic happen.”

“Uh, can I keep my bra on?” You ask.

“We have pasties if that’ll help you feel more comfortable.” They say.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” You say.

A couple members of the crew open a partition so you can change, one of them holding pasties in their hands. You move to go behind it. You strip yourself down to just your underwear, thank God it was a cute lace black thong type of day. You help the crew member put the pasties on you. You grab the robe that they provide. You wrap yourself up in the robe. You walk over to the bed and the partition follows you, helping you climb into the bed, letting you adjust the blanket around you.

“Ready.” You say. The crew members carry the partition and the robe out off the set.

“Perfect.” The director says. “Joseph whenever you are ready.”

Joseph walks into the bedroom and that is when you feel your heart thump hard.

“Action.” The director calls.

You watch Joseph come over to the bed. You lean up on your elbows, letting the skin of where your breasts are connected to your torso show. He is supposed to be goofy as he strips down to his boxers which he is. It made you genuinely giggle. His big brown eyes give you a certain look when he is over you on the bed. You just nod your head.

“Cut! Okay Joseph under the sheets please. Y/N, you’re okay?” The director asks.

“Yes, I am.” You say as you keep your eyes on Joseph.

The director gives you a thumbs up. They get distracted by the camera shifting, trying to get it right. You watch Joseph climb under the cover, feeling his eyes on your body and you flush beet red. Joseph has to position himself between your legs to help sell the scene. He keeps his eyes respectfully on your face after.

“You really wore those today?” He asks in reference to your undergarment.

“Sorry, I totally forgot it was today. I literally just threw on whatever I grabbed last night. I can ask for more cover up if this is going to make it hard for you… not literally hard… figuratively hard.” You stumble over your own response.

“Shut up.” He says with a small eye roll, but his lips pull into a smile.

“These at least offer a little more cover up for my…” You comment.

“At least.” Joseph says.

“Ready to make some magic?” The director asks.

“Yes.” Joseph and you say urgently at the same time.

“Alright… 3…2…1…action.” The director says.

There is a moment where he leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back so softly. His lips move perfectly against yours as he starts to rock his hips. The feeling of the blankets moving, you part your lips from him and start with the fake moans. Soon the ‘thrusts�� coming from Joseph start to become more quicker, which makes you change up the moaning pattern. You are surprised that he thought that he would need to move quickly. You two start to make noises of two people who just came. His forehead drops to land on your forehead, capturing your lips in a kiss despite all the fake panting. The kiss was desperate. You can feel the slickness between your thighs and you can’t even close your legs with Joseph right there.

“Cut! Good job guys.” The director says and claps. Everyone starts to clap, knowing that it will help ease the awkwardness of filming a sex scene.

Joseph pulls away from your lips, almost seems like he didn’t want to stop and would had fucked you if that was allowed. He moves from between your legs, laying down next to you.

A crew member hands you your clothes then hands Joe his clothes. You two are quick to pull on your clothes. You might have to go hide in your trailer and take care of yourself. You notice Joseph standing up, his pants looking a bit tighter than they did at the beginning of the scene.

“We are going to end with that today. It’s emotionally tolling, so we are going to release early today.” The director informs you two.

“Okay, thanks.” You say, just pulling your shirt over your tits, leaving your bra off.

“Oh, they match.” Joe comments.

“Yeah, I am not a complete monster.” You say with a small chuckle. You get up off the bed. “I’ll see you tonight, Joe.”

Joseph’s lips pull into a smile. “Joe? Damn, who knew that all I needed to do was fake fuck you to make you call me by my name and not my last name.”

“Shut up. See you at 9.” You say as you walk off to go to your little chair, fishing your phone out. You immediately start texting your best friend about the scene and how you got wet from it. You also go off about his kisses and how soft his lips are. You walk to your trailer first to grab your bag. You get inside your trailer and grab your bag, shoving your bra inside. You hear a slight knock on the door. You move to the door and open it, seeing Joe there.

"Hey, uh.. " All his cocky attitude was gone. You look down at him.

"What's up Quinn?" You ask, trying to mask the excitement you feel when you see him.

"Was I too much with the scene?" His voice is nervous, you can hear it.

"It was fine. We have to sell the fact our characters are in love." You say with a shrug and go to close the door.

"But you were comfortable? I didn't weird you out by commenting on your underwear?" His voice catches you off guard. You hold the door open for a moment.

"Joseph, I was truly fine. I didn't care. I've done sex scenes with a whole lot worst. I am used to comments. I don't let it affect me and you don't have to feel bad, I promise." You say to him.

"You promise?" Joseph asks.

"I'll fucking pinky promise with you right now." You day to him.

"Okay… Well, I'll leave you alone now, y/l/n." Joseph comments, not budging.

You look at him. You know he had a small chub from fake fucking you. You take a moment to lean out of the trailer to grab him by his shirt collar and pull him into your trailer, more like he lets you pull him in. You lock the trailer door, press him against the door, and kiss him. He is quick to reciprocate the action. His hands resting on your waist. You guys hold the kiss until your head is spinning.

"Listen, this is going to be a one time thing… I am going to let you fuck me, mostly because I need to get off." You say.

"Oh, did I make you wet baby?" His words are smooth like butter.

You had no problem shoving your hand down his pants to grab at his cock through his boxers. "Did I make you hard?"

His knees buckle for a moment under your touch. "Maaaybe." His voice is a bit singsong.

Your hand finds its way down his boxers and you start to stroke his cock. "Mmm, I think I did.”

“You are wearing those fucking panties.” He mutters as his hips buckle a little bit into your hand.

You collect the precum that has leaked out. You move your hand out and give him a small slap on the face. "You didn't seem to mind."

He lets out a small gasp. You start to undress, which was easy because of already being so undressed earlier. You peel the pasties off and you can see Joseph licks his lips.

“God, your tits are perfect.” He mutters.

“Shut up.” You say with a small eye roll. You aren’t into being lovey dovey with him. “Fucking get naked and get on the couch.

"S-sorry." He says as he starts to strip off his clothes. He gets on the couch, his cock standing straight up.

You get your clothes off. You move to straddle his hips. "You're gorgeous." You mutter. You rub your slick onto his cock.

He whimpers out and moves his hand to grab his cock to try to slip it into you. You smack his hand away with a small eye roll.

"I am in charge here. You can fuck me when you beg for it." You say to him.

"Fuck, yes…" He says as his hips push himself against your folds. "Can I please… please fuck you?"

"Ha, no. That is the worst begging I have ever heard." You say.

"I've never…" He says, surprisingly turned on by your dominance.

"Beg." You speak.

"Fuck, please, please, please, fuck, can I please fuck you please." Joseph begs, it was like a song to your eyes.

"Awh maybe." You say.

"Please, please, please y/n." He begs more.

"Very good." You say as your hand moves to sink down on his cock. You moan softly. His hands scramble to grab your hips. "I am still in charge."

“Yes ma’am…” Joseph whines.

You start at a painfully slow pace, mostly to stretch yourself to him and to tease him. You can see his eyes clench close as little whines leave his throat when you would sink down and clench your walls around him. Your hands move to take his hands tightly. You start to move yourself quickly up and down his shaft. Moans and skin slapping fills up the room. You hate that his cock is one of the best cocks that you’ve had. You hated this man. You gasp loudly as your walls clench around him and you start to orgasm. His moans are weak and you could tell that he was close.

“Fuck - fuck - fuck -...” He says.

“Fucking cum in me already Quinn.” You demand.

“Yes ma’am… fuck…” His hips snap up to meet yours on the down stroke a couple of times before the symphony of moans and whines leaves his lips. His hips still for a moment before he goes limp under you.

“Good boy.” You lean down to kiss his forehead.

“You’re fucking rude.” He whispers between pants.

“You came didn’t ya? You should be so lucky I didn’t make you beg for it.” You say as you move off of his cock, letting the pool of his cum mixed with your own dribble onto his lower pelvic bone. You move quickly to the little bathroom to get a wet rag. You return with the rag and you wipe his pelvis and his cock clean. “Don’t let this get to your head, but your cock is impressive.”

“Yeah? Thank you.” Joseph’s cheeks flare up into a pink.

“Probably the best I’ve had in a while.” You mutter as you clean yourself up. You toss the rag on the table. You start to get dressed.

Joseph gets up after a minute and starts to get dressed himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman boss me around, it was nice.”

You pick up you bag again. “Alright, get the fuck out of here. I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says with a chuckle as he walks to you.

“Don’t even think about it, out.” You say as you open the door.

“You just -... Fine.” His eyes roll a little bit, but his smile doesn’t fade.

He walks out of the trailer. You walk off after he does and lock the trailer up. You definitely were going to have to tell your best friend about this.

[tomwambsmilk]

Choose Your Own Succession Adventure: Episode 2

The nicest bathrooms will be on the executive floor, but those are probably too nice. There's a much higher chance of being noticed if you go all the way up there just to use the bathroom. But two floors below? Those are probably just as nice, and less conspicuous.

You want to take a nice long shit, so you hunt around a little to find the bathroom with the least foot traffic. After a couple minutes, you stumble across a tiny two-stall bathroom tucked away down a hallway. It's got faux-marble countertops and a little vase of flowers, and those high-speed hand dryers that make the skin on your hands ripple. Perfect.

You settle in and pull out your phone to scroll through Twitter, which is currently dominated by tweets about Logan. You start to scroll and -

You hear the door open, and you sigh a little. All you wanted was some damn privacy. And then you hear the lock on the bathroom door - one you didn't even notice coming in - click shut.

Uh oh.

You freeze. A person starts pacing around the bathroom. A man? You can see Oxfords and dress pants under the bottom of the stall door. He doesn't go into the other stall, nor does he stop at the urinal, just keeps pacing back and forth and making bizarre noises. He's muttering to himself, you realize.

"Fucking... hulk shit. Hulk it up. Yeah." At least, that's what you think you hear. Is he... hyping himself up?

He stops pacing and stands in front of the sink without turning on the water. Just... stands there. Staring into the mirror, presumably.

You watch the numbers on your phone clock change. 8:59. 9:00. 9:01.

Just when you're considering flushing the toilet so he knows someone else is in here, his phone rings.

"Hey, yeah, thanks, man. Yeah, it's going great. Fucking fantastic. I- yeah, just had a call with the bank, which went, uh, super well. Fucking crushed it," he says, in a deeply unconvincing tone of voice. "And I'm just about to head into the all-hands senior staff, which is like 30, 40 people? But it'll be good, we're off to a strong start. Crushing this shit. Fucking... interim CEO who, right? Might as well just crown me now."

As soon as he says interim CEO you realize where you've heard the voice before - a memory comes rushing back of an episode of the Joe Rogan podcast your shitty roommate insists on listening to at full volume in the kitchen.

That's Kendall Roy.

You barely hear him make plans to meet up with the voice on the other end of the phone after the staff meeting. He hangs up the phone, makes what sounds suspiciously like gorilla noises into the mirror, and then leaves the bathroom.

As you wash your hands, a thought pops into your head. You really should head down to your desk, because you're now technically late. But.... that senior staff meeting sounds big. 30, 40 people... what are the odds anyone's going to question the presence of little old you? And when are you going to get an opportunity for this kind of tea again.

At the same time, though.... it sounds like everyone's going to be out of their offices for at least an hour. If anyone catches you in an office you shouldn't be, you can always claim to be lost. It is your first day, right?

Or. Let's be real. You are pretty tired. It sounds like no one will be around to notice if you find a corner to nap in.

Then again, if someone does catch you... is it worth the risk of being fired?

[mtfstuff]

Two as one

"There he is again.", Joe said to AJ.

"Right on time.", AJ answered.

The biker, Tyler, who's living down the street had parked his bike next to the building AJ and Joe are living in. The teenagers watched Tyler get off his motorcycle to sit down on a concrete block next to it. He was casually watching the street while the teenagers were watching him.

The two moved down the stairs and went outside through the side entrance.

Right next to them was Tyler sitting quiet surprised.

"Oh, sorry. I didnt know that there was a door. Am I blocking it? Should I move?", Tyler asked surprised.

"No! No.", Joe answered. "You are right there where we want you."

"Excuse me?", Tyler exclaimed.

"He meant that you always look so lonely when you sit here. Thats why we wanted to ask you if you want to come upstairs to drink coffee or eat a cake with us.", AJ said.

Tyler was hesitant.

"Only if you want.", AJ said emphatically.

"Eh.... yeah, I'm down. I dont have anything to do till 3pm, then I have to go to a biker meetup.", Tyler answered.

He took his helmet and followed the teenagers inside the building.

They went into the elevator and AJ chose their floor.

"I'm Joe by the way and this is AJ.", Joe said to Tyler, pointing at AJ.

"I'm Tyler."

"Nice to meet you Tyler.", AJ said.

The elevator got to a hold and the three went into the apartment.

They walked through it onto the balcony.

"You guys got a nice view over the city.", Tyler said.

"We know. Its beautiful, isnt it?", AJ said sitting down staring at Tyler.

"Yeah... I just said that.", Tyler answered. "If I think about this right now, I dont think this was a good idea to be here. I should le-"

Tyler didnt manage to finish his sentence as Joe suddenly pulled Tyler backwards to the ground to push a rag drenched in chloroform on Tylers mouth and nose. AJ came to help Joe by holding down Tylers arms.

Tyler struggled on the ground trying to break free. He kicked around him in hope to get AJ off of him but with no success.

"You know Tyler, we've been watching you since some time. You in your biker gear isnt something we wouldnt notice.", AJ said.

"Yeah, we wanted to be like you. To be you. To wear your gear. Thats why we brought you up here.", Joe added.

That were the last words Tyler heard before he fell unconscious.

Joe removed the rag from Tylers face.

"He looks so handsome when he's sleeping.", Joe said.

"Yeah, he does."

"Dont you want to get off of him so we can strip him off of his gear?"

AJ ran his hands over Tylers leather jacket and stood up. He grabbed Tyler by his boots and Joe by his arms. Together they brought him inside.

"Do you have the serum?", Joe asked.

"I do!", AJ answered pulling it out of his pocket. He got on his knees and injected the serum into Tylers neck.

It took only a few seconds and Tyler started to deflate. After about 5 minutes all that was left of him was a bodysuit.

Joe pulled Tylers body out of his biker attire. AJ started to play with Tylers boots and gloves.

Both stripped themselves completely naked. Joe to get into the bodysuit and AJ to get into the biker leather.

Joe put his legs inside the bodysuit by stepping into its mouth. Having it already pulled up to his waist he said: "I bet both of us could fit in this. He is so much bigger than both of us.Why dont we go to that biker meetup  Tyler told us about together?"

"Great idea.", AJ said. He dropped Tylers gear and stepped into the bodysuit with Joe.

It took a short time to adjust their fingers in the suit. After that they pulled the head-mask over their heads.

"It shouldnt take long for the suit to look normal with two people insi- aaaah!", Joe started to scream as the bodysuit started to merge AJ's and Joe's bodies.

They wound on the ground in pain. The suit started to get back into its old shape. Instead of baggy skin with a slight hint of two legs inside, it formed a nice, muscular leg. The same happened to the rest of the body. After only a few minutes, there was one person laying on the floor, looking like exactly like Tyler. He rubbed his face and stood up.

"Wow, this is crazy.", he said. "We became one. We arent best friends anymore. Now we are one person,  looking like that hot biker Tyler."

He walked over to the pile of biker clothes, which now belonged to him. He enjoyed putting it on slowly. He started with the functional underwear, then the pants, boots jacket and gloves. It turned him on, wearing the still moist clothes. He ran his fingers over his new biker gear and body before he grabbed his helmet and keys.

He went into the elevator to get to his new motorcycle. 'I cant wait to drive soon, he thought. I'll drive until its 3pm and then I'll go to the biker meetup.'

Later at the biker meetup, he met new friends who had the same passion for bikes and gear like him. He knew that the best time of his life had just begun.

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Commissioned by @rugito28

[reki-of-the-valley]

More Renga brainrot because that's all I do! - Pet names edition!

Langa calls Reki his Sunshine, but he says it in English to Reki doesn't get it. And Langa starts calling him Sunshine before they start dating so Reki doesn't click that it's a pet name

At first, Langa only uses Sunshine to refer to Reki when he's just talking to himself, mostly when he's tired or his head and heart are just fluttering with Reki Reki Reki

The first time Langa slips up, he's with his mom. They're out shopping, one of the rare occasions when they spend time together.

Nanako is going on about how she wishes she made more traditional Japanese dishes and meals, but she's so used to making western food that she never has any ideas of what to make or how they never taste the way she really wants them to when she does makes dishes from her childhood. Langa is nodding along - Nanako is used to her son being silent - but then he's talking so her full attention is on her son, especially when he's saying things like "I could always ask Sunshine's mom how she makes [insert whatever dish]"

There's a silence, then Langa feels the panic build up in him. "Wait! No! I mean Reki's mom! Not-!" Langa's biting the inside of his cheeks, so embarrassed. Nanako is grinning and she will be asking more about this whole "Sunshine" situation, to Langa's disenchantment

Langa is pretty good with concealing the whole thing, especially when he's only speaking Japanese. But it happens, he does slip up around Reki. It's after an especially thrilling yet exhausting night at S. Both as sweaty and tired, ready to crash, but Langa is hungry because he just burned so much energy. His mind is a blissful haze, somewhere between Japanese and English. That's how he ends up casually asking something along the lines of "Wanna go get burgers, Sunshine?"

He nearly doesn't catch his own words, and he wouldn't have thought twice if it wasn't for Reki looking at him in confusion. Panic once again. Because this time it's not his mom, it's not a stranger, it isn't in his head and heart. He called Reki Sunshine to his face. Reki was sunshine, yes, but saying it, it makes things real. It's putting his feelings out there for everyone to see. It's admitting to Reki that he thinks about him a little too much, a little too intensely, a little more than just platonically

But Reki is oblivious, because it's Reki. Reki who doesn't understand English. Reki who has a thousand nicknames for Langa. So for Reki, Sunshine is just Langa's equivalent of dude but in English, so he doesn't mind at all. And Langa is both extremely relieved and extremely frustrated

After that, Langa only uses Sunshine when he's praising Reki. It's unconscious, really, but it's fitting. And in a way, it's telling Reki he loves him, it's telling Reki that he loves him so much, enough to be giving him pet names. Reki is his summer sunshine, his morning sun, his light, but only in English. Langa can't quite say it in Japanese, in a language Reki understands. That's too much. Langa isn't ready to admit his feelings. Langa isn't ready to confess, not yet. Maybe never, but he is ready to call Reki his Sunshine in a language he's truly comfortable in

And this goes on for a while. Months of a secret pet name. Until Reki is getting ready for a race against Miya. No high stakes, probably something dumb like loser has to do the other's homework of choice (obvs it has to be reasonable, not like a whole essay or asking a middle schooler to do something he doesn't know like advanced math or whatever). Reki and Miya are bickering and teasing each other, friendly trash talk as they're used to at S. At least until Langa is coming along, wishing his Sunshine good luck. Reki grins because Langa is good luck to him. Miya is gapping.

"Sunshine? That's so gross, you slime! Of all the pet names you could choose, you go with Sunshine? And you didn't bother telling me you two are dating? How long have you been hiding it?"

Langa feels his whole insides twist. His heart stops. He feels sick. Miya is staring between the two. Reki is staring at him, frozen. Everything is wrong. This is not how Langa wanted this to go. This isn't how he wanted Reki to learn about-!

"Langa?" Reki's hand is squeezing Langa's arm. "Langa, you good man?" Reki is crouched down next to Langa. Reki - Langa can see the panic in his eyes, the uncertainty, the anxiety - is pushing all his own feelings aside, acting brave for Langa. Langa who never felt this overwhelmed until now.

Obviously, at this point, the race is postponed, Joe, Cherry, even Shadow, having gathered around to see what was happening. Miya is apologizing, but mostly unsure of what he did wrong. At least, he doesn't know until Reki is snapping back, big amber eyes staring the boy down and telling him that he isn't dating Langa. And Langa's heart tightens in his chest.

Joe is the one to clear the crowd, pushing everyone away to give Langa and Reki space. Cherry stays behind, but as soon as the two are calm enough, he gives them a curt nod before walking off.

The silence is thick and awkward, and Langa wants to die on the spot. He can't face Reki. Reki wasn't supposed to know about the pet name in the first place!

But then Reki's hand is on his, his smile soft, his eyes... Deep amber and looking at him in a way Reki's never looked at him. There's something in Reki's expression that makes Langa's stomach flip, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Hey, man, you good?" "I'm sorry." "What? Why?" "I shouldn't have..." "Is this about the whole Sunshine thing?" Langa nods. "Don't worry 'bout it, dude. And I mean, it's not mean. You're allowed."

That's when Langa notices it, the way Reki's thumb is rubbing his knuckles, the way Reki's looking at him, a light blush making his face glow, every freckle like a star against a sunset. That's why Reki is Langa's sunshine. Because he's beautiful, he's calming, he's the end of the day, the time to wind down and relax. Reki is a continual golden hour, with his grin and shiny eyes

It's now or never, Langa knows that. It's now or he'll have to die with that knowledge. It's now or Langa will never have another shot to see this beautiful view ever again

"I like you. I like you so much, Reki."

Langa feels Reki tense up, his fingers going rigid against Langa's. Langa sees how Reki's eyes widen, his shoulders freezing midbreath. But then he's grinning. And laughing. And nodding.

"Yeah, man? You mean it?" Langa nods hesitantly. "Man, aw, dude! That's- Yeah, yeah, okay, man. I mean- Aw, dude, this is so much harder than I thought... Of course you make it sound so easy to say, but like, man! Langa, dude, I like you too!"

Reki is grinning, wider than Langa's ever seen. So bright, like the Sunshine that he is. And at that moment, Langa almost blurts out that he loves him. (He has more self-control than that. One step at a time)

Reki refuses to let go of Langa's hand after that. They don't talk about what that means quite yet, what they are now, since they're still at S and it's noisy and this is a conversation they should probably have on their own, but Reki doesn't let go of Langa's hand and Langa takes that as a win in his book. Especially when Reki is pulling him up, dragging him back to their friends

Miya's got his hands stuffed in his pockets, not quite wanting to talk to the two, probably embarrassed about all the commotion he caused (he also probably got scolded by Cherry and Joe). He's only pulled out of his teenage pouting when Reki is ruffling his hair, reminding him that they had a beef

Both get ready for the race, everyone's spirits lifted once more. And Reki is especially pumped now. He's just missing one thing: his good luck charm

"C'mon! Say it! Please?" "But I said it before." "Say it again, please Langa?" "Fine, fine. Good luck, Sunshine. I believe in you."

And with the rush of adrenaline that hangs in the air at S, Langa finds the confidence to press a kiss to Reki's cheek, whispering "good luck, Reki" into the warm skin. There's an explosion of cheers and screams but Reki doesn't have time to linger onto the sensation of Langa's lips pressed to his cheek because the lights are already going, the race about to start

Edit: just a reminder that there is a fic version of this that can be found here!

[6lackfiction]

A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does. 

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

//

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making  gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

~~~

Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is encouraged and appreciated. 

[somegrumpynerd]

God the "people think Matt is a cat" AU is so fucking funny. But also, what if he at some point goes "I wish I was still a cat" (like you said in your tags) but a new crew member overheard who didn't know about those shenanigans, and they start thinking Matt is like... a were-cat, or was cursed to be a cat until the crew fixed him, or even that he was a cat originally but somehow he was turned into a human. Maybe they even begin talking about it with other (new) crew members and it becomes a whole thing. Again.

YES anon you are so right and I love it.

It almost certainly would happen because you know every time Matt's inconvenienced he would be muttering about his old cat life, so all it takes is BK to hear it over comms and quietly file it away under "the fuck?".

She goes to Ky later like "hey does this mean something to you?" and Jeremy overhears and immediately chooses violence. Goes over all hushed voice like "Sshh sshh!! where did you hear that?? Okay look, Matt doesn't like to talk about it but..." and they leave with the biggest grin.

It takes Matt way too long to notice that BK, Ky and Joe spend half the time just staring at him, equal parts fascinated and terrified that he might just transform at any moment. Jeremy probably texts Lindsay to let them in on it (they/them chaos solidarity) and they start baking cookies shaped like cat treats and leaving them in to Matt to feed into the story. If and when any of the newer crew comes asking they don't hesitate to throw fuel on the fire like "oh yeah, haven't you ever noticed how he's always prowling the penthouse at night? That's the were-zoomies".

It probably takes weeks or even months for it to come out, long enough for them all to accept it and just bring it up casually on a night out. "So, when you turn into a cat does it hurt? Like is that why you never do it?" "When I what...?"

BK and Ky kick Jeremy's door in that night and swear they're gonna drop them from the roof, but Jeremy maintains it was worth it.

[pensat-i-fet]

12 Days of Christmas: Day 6 (Scott McTominay)

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"Come on, darling. We are going to be late”.

“I hope we are late so I don’t have to do this”, muttered Scott under his breath, but his mum still heard him.

“Stop being a child. It’s just a couple of photos”.

The family had decided to do a Christmas photo shoot to send to their family and friends on their Christmas cards. Scott couldn’t be less excited about the next few hours. He even tried to use the excuse of not wanting any embarrassing photos to leak to the press and his mum shushed him immediately. 

“Being with your family can never be embarrassing, Scott. This is the last complaint I want to hear from you”.

So now they all found themselves in a little studio in Manchester, where the shoot was going to take place.

“Hi, please come in. We have everything ready”, you said. But Scott couldn’t see who the voice belonged to since his dad was blocking the view.

They all got up to get inside the room and when he saw all the decorations and costumes, he tried really hard not to groan. This is going to be ridiculous. 

“Uncle Scott, I want you to sit next to me”, said his little niece. 

“Of course. But your mum and dad will want to sit next to you too”.

But she didn’t seem too convinced and just took his hand to walk him to the little bench that had been set up for them. 

“Hello sweetie. Are you and your dad ready for the photos?”, you said, and Scott recognize you as the same voice he had heard before. When he lifted his head, he couldn’t stop staring. 

“Uncle”.

“Excuse me?”, you said, finally looking at him.

“I’m her uncle. Not her father. I don’t have children. I…um…”, what was he saying? 

“Ok…uncle”, you responded, trying not to laugh. 

Great, he thought, she thinks you are a weirdo. 

You had already planned where everyone was sitting for every photo and even got a Christmas theme for each time. 

“Here you go”, you said, giving Scott two elf hats. “For you and your niece, mister uncle”.

“Thank you”, he said, looking down so you couldn’t see him blushing with embarrassment. But it was too late. You loved teasing the clients, always while remaining respectful.

Instead of grabbing the camera, as Scott expected you to do, you knocked on a door.

“Joe, they are ready”.

Your brother came out and introduced himself as Joe, the photographer. He was acting normal until he saw Scott.

“You…you are Scott McTominay”, he said, struggling to get his words out.

“Who?”, you asked. “A United player”, he told you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Of course, it was something about football.

But Scott didn’t know you, so his mind went through all the worse possibilities. Does she not like football?? Or worse, does she hate United?

Everything was going well until one of the babies got restless and started to cry, making the other one cry in solidarity.

Scott’s sister tried to get them away to calm them down when she noticed it was the nappies that needed a change.

“Both at the same time, great”, said his sister.

You got there quickly to help her. “Don’t worry, you can change one and I’ll do the other. That way they can still do some of the photos that won’t involve you three”.

“Oh God, you’re a saint. But you don’t have to, really”.

“I’ve had to deal with way worse than a dirty nappy in this job, believe me”, you laughed. And it was the truth. Some clients were extremely weird. 

“Scott, go get one of the babies. That poor girl has already done more than she should have. Help her a bit”, you heard Scott’s mum say to him.

“Oh, it’s alright. I’m here to help”, you said with a smile.

But before you could finish the sentence, Scott was already next to you.

“I think this one belongs to you, uncle Scott”, you told him, giving him one of his nephews.

“Yeah, thanks”.

“I want to apologize for anything my brother might say to you”.

“What do you mean?”, he asked you, while bouncing the baby in his arms. They looked adorable.

“He’s a big United fan and is obsessed with all of you. He’ll embarrass himself at some point, of that I’m sure”, you laughed.

“That’s ok. If he wants me to sign something, I’ll be happy to…”.

Hearing that Joe was your brother, and not a potential boyfriend, had put him in a better mood. Also, if he had to sign the chairs and tables to impress you, he was going to.

“Oh please don’t tell him that. I want to finish work before midnight”, you said, causing him to laugh. 

“A selfie, then?”

“It sounds harmless now but…who knows?”, you faked grimaced.

You both walked back to the photos area and while he was sitting down, you grabbed the next props.

"Who wants to wear the reindeer headband?"

"Uncle Scott!"

You could tell he was internally debating whether that was a good idea or not, so you put it on his head and while adjusting it behind one of the ears, you whispered. "Remember who you are doing this for and it'd be less painful".

But looking at your smile, he wasn't so sure who he was doing this for.

                                                          **

"Thank you so much", said Scott's mum to you and your brother. "It was such a lovely time. And you are so good with kids. I worried they would get restless too soon".

"It's all her", said your brother, pointing at you. "I just take the photos. She makes sure everything else goes right".

"Oh, absolutely. We were all impressed by her. Well, maybe some more than others", she said, and you saw her looking at her son.

You weren't blind and had noticed him looking at you and trying to find excuses to talk to you. But there were only so many times he could offer to sign things for your brother. And you didn't mind his attention at all.

"Hey, Joe!", you heard Scott say. "How about I thank you with some tickets for the next match?"

"Wha…what? What?", oh God, here comes when he embarrasses himself.

"Yes, for you and your sister".

"She doesn't like football".

If you could punch him right now, you would have.

"Maybe seeing Scott play will change my mind", you said, smiling at the United player and letting him know you were interested too.

"I'll see you there then", said Scott before leaving and joining his family.

                                                      **

The next day, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to you. And with it came an envelope with the tickets for the match.

"Right. So I only got those tickets because of you", said Joe, finally realizing what was going on.

"You're welcome, big bro".

[bluephoenixgirl]

Back To You

Joe Burrow x Reader

Warning: Language

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Characters: Reader, Joe, Autumn (OC), Mitchell (OC), and Reader’s dad

Author’s Note: This is the last chapter of this little series and again I just want to thank everyone for reading it! I enjoyed writing this series for all of you. Again, I’m not completely sure when or if I will post another series on here but if I do it’ll be a while. 

Word Count: 4,068

Chapter 9

Through out the night Autumn has served Y/N and Joe food and drinks as Mitchell continued to play the music from his laptop. The playlist he was playing was full of the songs he remembered hearing during their first homecoming. Every time Autumn went over to the couple, she noticed that they were barley saying anything to one another. “How is everything going?” Mitchell asked Autumn once she was standing in front of the table he was standing at. “Not as we hoped.” Autumn answered with a sigh. “They are barley even saying a word to one another.” Autumn added. “Hey Autumn, don’t worry. Remember when it was their first date. They were having the same trouble because neither of them wanted to mess up.” Mitchell reassured her which made an idea pop into her head. “Oh my gosh I got it!” Autumn said with excitement. She walked around the table and bumped Mitchell over to the side and started to quickly type on the laptop. “What are you doing?” He asked her as he just watched her type away. “I’m going to go over there and tell Joe to ask Y/N for a dance and once I give you the thumbs up, I want you to start playing You and Me by Lifehouse.” She told him and walked over to Y/N and Joe. You and Me by Lifehouse was the song Y/N and Joe shared their first dance with. While they were dancing, they also told each other I love you and shared their first kiss. Autumn was hoping if they dance to that same song history will repeat itself. “Joe, can I pull you over to the side for a second?” She asked him in a curious tone. “Yeah sure.” Joe said as he stood up and walked a little bit away from the Y/N with Autumn. “Okay you’re going to ask Y/N to dance, and Mitchell will play You and Me by Lifehouse.” Autumn told him. “C’mon Autumn you know I’m not a dancer.” Joe told her with a sigh as he folded his arms over his chest. Damn it why does he have to be so suborned. It’s not surprising that a football player doesn’t like to dance but for Joe it’s a bit of a different story. When he dances with someone, he’s always scared he’ll end up stepping on the girl’s foot and hurt them. “C’mon Joe.” Autumn said with frustration in her tone. “When you and Y/N first danced to that song that was when you two had your first kiss and that was also when you both said I love you to each other for the first time.” She said reminding him. Right when Autumn said that Joe thought back to that night. He remembered before the dance they shared they were all nervous and acting like they were acting right now. All shy and awkward. But after they kissed all of that went away and it was like all their worries on messing up the date went away. “Okay, I’ll go ask her if she would like to dance.” Joe told her and made his way back over to Y/N who was just fiddling with her fingers. “Y/N” he said getting her attention. “Would you like to dance with me?” Joe asked sounding a bit nervous. He cursed at himself for saying that in a nervous way. He offered her is hand and at first, she just stared at it a bit unsure if she trusts herself to dance with him. She wasn’t scared about him; she was scared she was going to mess up and step on his foot with these heels. Joe was getting a bit worry that she was going to say no. “Yes” she said as she took his hand and stood up. Joe quickly felt relief as he led her a little bit away from the table, so they don’t bump into it. Autumn smiled as she gave Mitchell a thumbs up. Mitchell pressed play on the song and watched Y/N and Joe wrap their arms around each other and started to slow dance. As they danced Y/N just looked at their feet making sure she didn’t step on his foot. She felt Joe’s gaze on her so when she looked up at him their eyes quickly connected. As Joe looked into her beautiful eyes that shined in the moonlight it made him have flashbacks of when they first danced to this song. They both started to lean in but before their lips could touch Y/N quickly looked away. Something was just pulling her away from kissing him. She wants to but she just doesn’t know what she’s currently feeling. Her mind is telling her it’s too soon, but her heart is telling her it’s okay. “I’m sorry it’s just…” She said trying to find the right words, but Joe stopped her. “It’s okay.” He reassured her as they continued you to dance. Y/N really hoped she didn’t hurt his feelings by pulling away. She laid her head on his chest to let him know that even though she’s not ready for the kiss, she’s okay with embracing him. Joe gave her a soft kiss on the head which made her smile.

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The past week Joe, Mitchell, and Autumn took Y/N to all of the places that they always went to, but her memory hasn’t improved. To be honest she just keeps on getting more and more confused and it was making her anxious. A few times she just wanted to break down and cry but when she was with them, she kept it in because she didn’t want them to feel like they were the ones making her have a breakdown. Once she was alone that’s when she just let it all out. The four were up on the hill hanging out together having a small picnic. Autumn was watching Joe and Mitchell playing catch with a football like they always did. When the boys did that Y/N and Autumn would always sit down on the soft grass and talk as they watched the boys play catch. Autumn looked over at Y/N who was sitting on the ground with her back against the tree trunk. She knows when there was something going on with her best friend, so she walked over to her. “Can I sit with you?” Autumn asked her in a curious tone. Once Y/N gave her a nod she took a seat right next to her. “I can tell that you aren’t okay. I mean I know you keep saying you are but you’re my best friend, so I always know when you really aren’t okay.” Autumn told her as she looked at her with concern in her eyes. “This is all becoming too much for me.” Y/N told her as her eyes started to water. She knew she had to tell one of them that all of this going to different places trying to get her to remember is just becoming way too much for her. She doesn’t want them to feel bad because she knows they are only just trying to help her, but she knows if she doesn’t tell them they will ask her why she didn’t speak up. Tears started to make their way down Y/N’s face as she looked over at Joe. “Maybe you need some time to yourself.” Autumn suggested as she rubbed her shoulder in comfort. Y/N knew that was the best idea for her to do. It’s just going to be hard to tell Joe. “Yeah, I think that’s the best thing to do.” Y/N said as she wiped away some of her tears. “You stay here, and I’ll go get Joe so you two can talk.” Autumn told her as she stood up. Y/N watched Autumn go over to the guys and say something to Joe. She tried her best to calm herself down so she will be able to speak. Joe gave Autumn the football and made his way over to Y/N. “Is everything okay?” Joe asked her in a worried tone. Y/N sighed as she stood up and dusted herself off. “No um this is all becoming way too much, and I think I need sometime to myself.” She told him. Right when she looked up into his worried eyes tears started to quickly make their way down her face again. “I hope you’re not mad it’s just this is all...” Y/N said trying to speak but because of her having a breakdown it was becoming hard for her to get the words out. “Hey shh it’s okay I’m not mad.” Joe told her in a calm tone. “I understand if you need time to yourself.” He told her as he gave her a hug and rubbed her back to help calm her down. Yes, it’s going to be hard for Joe to spend some time away from her, but he can tell that’s what she really needed now so of course he’s not mad at her. “Thank you.” She said in a soft tone as she started to calm down and rested her head on his chest. “No problem, Y/N/N” he told her as he tried to keep from crying. He didn’t want her to think she was hurting him. Her health and feelings are the more important thing to him than anything in the whole world.

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Since Y/N moved back to her dad’s house, Joe has kept his distance from her. He doesn’t want to call her everyday when she needs time to herself. He told her whenever she needs to talk, he will always be there. He also said whenever she wants to come over and she thinks she’s ready to move back in with him, the door is always open. Joe was currently at practice when he heard his coach call his name, so he jogged off the field and met up with his head coach who was standing on the sideline. “What’s up coach?” Joe asked him in a curious tone. “I heard about what’s been going on with you and Y/N and I just wanted to know if you still want to travel with team and I to Tampa Bay for our first preseason game that’s coming up.” Coach Taylor told him. “Now before you answer I just want to tell you if you rather stay back that’s completely fine with me. I mean it is only preseason.” He added. Joe already found out that he wasn’t going to be playing in preseason since the coaches and doctors don’t want him to re injury his knee before the season starts. If his knee is still feeling good, he could play a snap in the finale preseason game, but they are waiting till it gets closer to that game to announce it. “No, it’s okay I can still come.” Joe told him. Even though he’s not playing he still wants to be there for his teammates. He also wants to see how Ja’Marr will do on his first preseason game as well. “Are you sure?” Coach Taylor asked. He just wanted to be 100 percent sure. “Yeah, I mean I think it’ll be good for me to go. Help clear my mind.” He told him in reassurance.

Once practice was over Joe went straight home so he can take a shower and relax his muscles. He could really use it after the practice he just had. Right when he walked into his house, he went straight to the bathroom to take his hot shower. Once he dried himself off, he walked in the bedroom and changed in fresh pair of clothes. He sat down on the end of the bed so he could put his socks on. It was strange without having Y/N in the house with him. When he got up, he saw the picture of him and Y/N from the one picnic they had when he gave her the promise ring. He walked over to the table next to their bed and took out a small box and put his shoes on. He quickly made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. He grabbed his keys and made his way out the door. He got into his truck, started it up, and backed out of his driveway. He drove all the way back to his hometown to a familiar house that he hasn’t been to in a very long time. He parked his truck in front of the house, turned off his car, and got out. He walked up to the front door but before he knocked on the door, he took a deep breath. When the door opened, he saw Y/N’s Dad. “Hey kid.” Mr. Y/L/N said with a small smile. “Hi sir, is Y/N here?” He asked in a curious tone. “Sorry but no she actually she went to go for a little walk.” Mr. Y/L/N answered him. “Oh, okay um can you give this to her when she get’s back. It’s the promise ring I gave to her our senior year.” He’s been wanting to give the ring back to her for so long and he knows if he gives it to her now maybe it’ll take some weight off his shoulder and maybe Y/N’s. “Of course.” Mr. Y/L/N said with a warm smile as he took the small box. “Thanks, I’ll see you around.” Joe said with a small smile. “No problem, you drive safe.” He told him with a nod. Once Joe made his way back to his truck and got into it, Mr. Y/L/N shut the front door.

Y/N walked onto her porched and walked inside. The small walk did help her relief some stress that’s been going through her mind for what felt like a hundred years. She didn’t walk too far since she didn’t want to worry her father. It took her awhile to convince him that she needed to go on the walk by herself. She walked into the living room to see her dad sitting in his usual chair watching TV. “I’m back Dad.” She said getting his attention. “Hi sweetie. How was your walk?” He asked her. “It helped a lot, but it did tire me out so I’m going to go upstairs and go to bed.” She told him but before she could walk up the steps, he called her back. She watched him stand up and take out a small box out of his pocket. “Joe stopped by, and he wanted me to give this to you.” He said as he handed it to her. At first, she just stared at it. “What is it?” She asked looking up at him. “It’s a promise ring. He gave that to you when you two were seniors in high school.” He answered. “Goodnight sweetie.” He added as he gave her a quick kiss on her head and walked into the kitchen. Y/N held the box tightly in her hand as she made her way upstairs and into her bedroom. She sat the box by her lamp so she can take her shoes off and change into some comfy clothes. Once she was done, she picked up the box and opened. When she saw the gorgeous ring, it made her heart flutter. It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It was just breath taking. She couldn’t believe Joe gave her this ring. It had to cost a lot of money and her dad said he gave it to her while they were still in high school. She just wished she could remember the day he gave it to her. She slipped the ring onto her ring finger and closed the box and sat it back next to her lamp. She noticed how well it fit. She turned off her light and climbed into her bed. Once she got comfortable, she fell asleep.

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It was now the next morning and Mr. Y/L/N was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he heard Y/N calling him. He turned off the oven and saw her run into the kitchen. “Good morning sw- “He started to say but got cut off by his daughter giving him a big hug. “I missed you so much dad.” She said as she rested her head on his chest as she held him as tight as she could. “Is everything okay honey?” He asked her in a confused tone. He was happy to have his daughter hugging him as tight as she could since he hasn’t held her like this since the accident but why did she say she missed him. She’s been living with him for about a week. “Dad I had this horrible dream.” She started as she let him go. “I was in this terrible accident, and I lost my memory of everything and everyone.” She told him which made him frown. She thought everything that has happened after the accident was just a bad dream. “Y/N that wasn’t a dream.” He told her in a sad tone. It broke her heart when her dad said that. She lost her memory. She forgot everything that had ever happened to her. She forgot about the people that she loves more than anything. She forgot about Joe. “Oh my gosh.” She said as she looked down at the floor, but her dad gently pulled her head up by her chin, so she was looking back at him. “But it’s okay now because now you have your memory back.” He told her with a big smile which quickly made her smile as well. “It’s so good to be back.” She said as she gave him a hug again.

After Y/N ate breakfast with Dad she was going to go straight to her house that she shares with Joe but she forgot that he didn’t get off from practice till around two or three so she decided to visit Autumn, Mitchell, and Joe’s parents so she could see them and hug them. She was so happy to see them as she spent as much time as she could with them. When she noticed that it was close to be two, she made her way to go surprise Joe. She waited outside excited to see Joe. Right when she saw him walk out, she called his name. Joe looked at her with a surprised look. What was she doing here he thought to himself? “Y/N” he said but before he could walk towards her, she ran over to him and gave him a big hug just like she did with her father. “Joey!” She said as she held him close. Did she just call him Joey? She hasn’t called him that since that accident. He quickly pulled away from her. “Did you just call me Joey?” Joe asked her in a surprise tone which made her giggle. “I sure did” She said as she cupped his cheek and stroked his cheek gently. It’s back! Her memory was back! Joe didn’t say anything. He just leaned down and smashed his lips into hers. He couldn’t believe it. His girl had her memory back. It felt like the storm cloud that was above their heads finally turned into bright sun light. They released from the kiss when they needed air. “When did you get your memory back?” He asked her as he held both of her hands. “I guess I got it back when I woke up this morning.” She answered as she held his hands as tight as she could but also not too tight that she was hurting him. She didn’t want to let go of his hands. It felt like forever since she has held his hands that just felt so soft against hers. Their hands just fit perfectly together. “I had actually thought it was all a bad dream, but my dad caught me up on it all.” She added. “I’m so sorry I put you through all of that.” She said looking away from him. She knew it had to be one of the hardest things to see the love of his life not know who he was. She knows if it was the other way around it would kill her, but she would still be there for him because they love each other so much that no matter what happens they will still stay be each other’s side. “Y/N look at me.” He said in a soft tone. Right when she looked at him, she saw in his eyes that she shouldn’t be apologizing. “Don’t you ever apologize for what happened. It wasn’t your fault.” He told her as he let go off one of her hands and rested it on her cheek. “Thanks for sticking with me.” She said as she leaned her forehead against his. “Like I told you when we first got back together. No matter what I will always fight for you. Forever and always.” He told her which made her blush as her heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” Y/N told him with the biggest smile. “I love you so much too Y/N/N.” Joe told her as pressed his lips gently onto hers.

Two Years Later

Y/N and Joe were currently at Autumn and Mitchell’s engagement party. A year after Y/N accident Joe purposed to her and they got married a year and half after their engagement. Since Y/N and Joe got married Autumn and Mitchell had finally confessed their love to one another and became a couple. A few months ago, Mitchell purposed to her. “So have you told Joe the big news yet?” Autumn asked Y/N in an exciting tone which made her giggle. “No not yet.” She answered with a sigh. Y/N found out a couple weeks ago some news that she couldn’t wait to share with Joe. She just hasn’t found the perfect moment to tell him yet. “What are you waiting for Y/N? Christmas?” Autumn asked as she gave her a stern look. “Don’t worry I finally got the perfect idea to tell him, and I will be telling him right when we get home.” Y/N told her. “Oh, he’s going to be so surprised. I’m so happy for you two.” Autumn told her with a huge smile on her face. “Thanks.” Y/N said as she looked over at Joe who was talking to Mitchell. She knew this was going to be the biggest thing she will tell him so she hopes everything goes exactly as she hopes it will.

Right when the party ended Y/N and Joe went back to their house. She was in their shared bedroom wrapping something into a box when she heard Joe call her name. “Whatcha doing my beautiful wife?” He asked her in a curious tone as he sat down on the end of their bed. “I have something really important to tell you and I thought of the cutest way to tell you.” She said picking the box up and sitting down next to him. She handed the box to him with an exciting smile. “What is it?” He asked in a curious tone as he rested the box onto his lap. “Open the box.” She told him. Joe unwrapped the box and opened it to see a small Bengals jersey that had his number and name on it. It looked like it would only be able to fit a baby. Y/N knew he wasn’t catching on because he was just staring at it in confusion. Before she could say anything, it hit him. “Are you pregnant?” He asked even though he knew it was dumb for him to ask. He was just completely speechless and that was the only question that popped into his head. “Yes Joey! We’re having a baby.” She told him with excitement. Joe just burst into complete excitement. He couldn’t believe it. He was going to be a dad. He always dreamt of this day. He’s having a baby with his girl. He gave her a kiss on the lips. “When are we due?” He asked in a curious tone. “April” She answered still smiling as big as she could. “I can’t wait.” Joe said as he set the box to the side and brought her into his arms. “Me too Joey!” She said and gave him passionate kiss on the lips.

 The End