#it is WAY TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR ME TO BE POSTING THIS WOAH [for reference it is currently 1:51 AM as of writing this tag.]

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WOOOOOO FINALLY ANOTHER COSPLAY UPDATE AUGFDHSJKEHRG

I AM NO LONGER SICK AND BUSY AND I DID SO MUCH PROGRESS !! at this point I may be finished right on time for my deadline :]

NECK RUFFLE THING AND GRABBY HANDS ACQUIRED

also, i've been adding a gradient to the base of his wires, i know thats just an in-game shading thing but i love it so i'm keeping it

oh yeah, i also stuck this on him for some reason earlier, does he deserve something cute or should he be relegated to wearing stolen hot topic clothes/j eventually when I have the materials I will be making his cloak, because one, I can only get so far with a purple hoodie and some red shirts and two, it does admittedly look very comfy lol WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE'RE SOOOOOOOOO BACKK EKEKEKEE

With that hindrance out of the way. Finally I am back on track, and much closer to my goal. Finally...

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SO IT GOES - chapter 3

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual themes and language, bad proofreading Wordcount: 6K A/C: a little post win celebration!! enjoy this ;)

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Before London

I check my phone, 6:30AM. Way too early for anything, let alone a meeting. Climbing into my Jeep, I pull out of the parking lot onto the road, only to come to a sudden stop, my foot stepping on the break before I can think. Standing there, in the early morning sun painting her skin golden, is Izara, holding her phone and tapping her heeled foot on the ground impatiently. She’s in a black sheath dress that hugs her body all the way down to her ankles, not too tight to be inappropriate, but snug in just the right places to leave me wanting more. There’s a thick leather belt on her waist, the golden buckle matching her earrings perfectly. Naturally she looks perfect, the slight frown on her face only making her more beautiful.

I pull up next to her, rolling down the passenger window.

“Yo, Zari!”

She jumps before finally seeing me, her hard face softening.

“Oh my goodness, you scared me,” the girl chuckles, her hand on her chest from the surprise. “What are you doing up this early?”

“I gotta meeting, some promo stuff,” I explain. “Where you headed?”

Zari looks around and I can tell she’s growing frustrated, letting out an annoyed laugh. “Well I’m supposed to be heading to work but my Uber isn’t here and isn’t answering any calls or anything,” she complains. “I’m literally about to be late, and Linda is going to murder me with her own, cold hand-”

“Woah, woah, we’re a mess here but we don’t do that even in America,” I laugh, reaching over to push the door open for Izara. “Lemme drive you Iz.”

She thinks for a while, looking around and finally sighing in defeat, climbing gracefully into my Jeep. 

“Are you sure you have time?” She asks, concerned as she crosses her legs and locks eyes with me. Like clockwork, my chest begins to pound, but I let it. I don’t wanna look away from the green of her pupils just yet.

“You going to the Wings office building?” I ask, leaning against my seat. The girl nods.

“That’s perfect, I was going that way already,” I lie, knowing it was 20 minutes in the opposite direction. But I couldn’t leave Izara in trouble, and she seemed so worried with that frown on her face. This is worth being late for.

“Thank you darling, you’re an angel. Really.” Zari sighs in relief, reaching over to pat my forearm. The goosebumps are immediate, spreading all over my body as I pull into the next lane. 

My eyes flicker from the traffic to her, and my stomach begins to twist. The other day I was beating myself up over being an idiot around her, and now I got this girl in my car, humming to the Drake song that’s playing. Say something charming, quick.

“You always dress so fancy,” I say, leaning back with one hand on the wheel, the other on my lap. It almost comes out like an insult. Great.

“Is that bad?” Izara quickly replies, turning her head to me. From my peripheral vision I can see the glimmer in the corner of her eye, she’s joking. In my head I pat myself on the back for finally learning her cues.

Grinning, I shrug and lick my lower lip. “I dunno, I think you should be dressing in basketball shorts and sports bras like the rest of us.”

“You think I could pull that off?” Her tone is coy, teasing. Almost… flirty? No, I’m imagining.

“You know you could,” I murmur, mouth going dry at the thought of her in such little clothing before me.

She laughs, nose scrunching up as she does. “I’m not so sure. I don’t have abs like you.”

My palms grow clammy against the wheel at her words, the idea of Zari watching me close enough to notice my body in that way leaving me tongue tied.

“Uh, well, not everyone can I guess,” I mumble, my voice shakier than I’d like. I should’ve said something else - like how I think she looks gorgeous, how the softness of her stomach only made me want to kiss all over it on my way down, to take my time with her. Okay, maybe not that part.

The car falls silent, the motor humming constantly in the background, interrupted only by the Summer Walker and Drake song playing through the stereo. 

Staring out the window, Zari begins to softly sing along, barely audible but just enough for me to notice.

“Girls can't never say they need it, girls can't never say now, give it to me like you need it, baby, want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing,I don't need a reason, baby.” 

The dirty lyrics spilling from her lips contrasting with her poise and elegance make my mind spin, a burn igniting somewhere deep in my abdomen.

“Didn’t take you for a Drake girl,” I smirk, turning the song up for her. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Zari scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you don’t seem like someone who listens to rap,” I admit.

“What do I seem like then?”

“Like you listen to classical music or,” I think for a while. “Well I dunno some classy shit. Whatever British people listen to.”

Zari laughs, shaking her head. “Would you believe me if I say British people are just like you?”

I join her laughter. She had a point.

“Anyway, my brother loves Drake. His biggest fan, I swear,” Izara adds, sliding the sunglasses from her forehead to her face as the sun rises in the horizon, colouring the sky with a pink hue.

“Nope, that’s me,” I answer competitively.

Izara turns to me, a wide smile spread across her face. “You’d get along. You’re kinda similar actually.”

“Oh yeah? What’s his name?”

“Kiran.” 

There’s a hint of longing in the girl’s voice, head turning to look out the window again.

“You miss him?” I ask carefully.

She nods. “A lot.”

“He watch hoops?” 

Zari laughs, her mood instantly lifting. “He does, he thinks you’re hot.”

I scrunch my face, shaking my head. “Yeah, Ion swing that way. Sorry.”

“That’s what I told him,” the girl chuckles.

I glance at her, still unsure about which way she swung. Usually it went two ways with the straight girls - either they assumed I was into them and made it very clear they didn't want me, avoiding my gaze, flinching when I touched them or they got overly flirty, getting some sort of power trip by assuming I wanted them. With Izara, I wasn’t sure. 

“You just need some, someone that's calm and patient, submission, domination,” we sing together, making the girl sitting next to me giggle as our voices blend together. Maybe she wasn’t straight.

“Arched back, deep stroke, white wine, Weed smoke, that's my best combination, You just need some dick with no complications,” I hum by myself now, Zari going quiet, too modest to match the lyrics. As my eyes flicker to her I realise I’m causing her to blush, the pink of her cheeks spreading all over her face. I think she’s flustered. Maybe not straight.

I push further, continuing to sing casually as my free hand rests on my shorts, tapping the rhythm, wondering if she was watching me beneath the dark sunglasses hiding her green emerald eyes. “How 'bout I just take my time? You call up my line, I fall up inside you, Girls need love, too, I know.”

Her chest is heaving, and her throat bobs as she swallows, fidgeting on her seat into a more comfortable position. She is flustered. Definitely not straight.

“You aight?” I ask, trying my best to bury the growing grin on my face. I got her squirming on her seat, me, just by singing. I mean I knew my singing was good but damn (or more likely it was the lyrics but whatever). 

Zari clears her throat, chuckling awkwardly. “It’s just so hot all the time,” she sighs, rubbing her chest and avoiding my gaze as we reach the office building.

“Yeah,” I agree, eyes locked on her side profile, parking the car by the front entrance.

Finally, the dark haired girl turns to me, lifting the sunglasses off her face. There she is, those green eyes that made me feel intimidated and comforted all at once.

“Thank you so much again love,” she smiles and I can feel myself melting away.

“Anytime Iz, forreal.” 

Our eyes lock just for a second longer than might be considered casual, until she lowers her gaze to my neck. Zari’s long, slender fingers reach over, dragging across my neck as she fiddles with my chain, fixing it with gentle hands. Her long nails scratch softly against my skin as she does so, sending jolts across my body, all the way to each finger and each toe. I nearly choke as she holds the cross between her fingertips admiring it for a moment, before her other hand pulls some of my hair caught underneath the chain free. I can hear my pulse in my ears.

“The lock was showing,” Zari hums pulling away. It takes everything in me not to pull her back in, so instead I squeeze the wheel underneath my hands till my knuckles go red.

“O-oh,” I mumble in a hushed tone from the way I was trying to keep my breathing under control. “Th-thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the girl smiles as if oblivious to the effect she’s having on me. I wonder if she really is.

As she climbs out, her phone falls off her lap to the floor of my car. I quickly pick it up for her, glancing at the screen as I do.

Jasper 3 missed calls

“Oh oops, thank you,” Zari smiles, grabbing the phone from my hand, not seeing the way I was eyeing the screen. “Have a good meeting Paige.”

“You too,” I smile, following her with my gaze until she’s inside.

Jasper huh. Maybe she was straight after all. Rubbing my jaw, I pull back into the highway, squirming on my seat as my thighs press together. My mind is spinning, still feeling the tingles of Zari’s touch on my neck, her fingernails dragging against my skin. The goosebumps are travelling straight to my core.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself, feeling the way I was dripping into my boxers, hand on my thigh itching to travel into my shorts, to swirl in my folds at the thought of Izara touching me like that. Not now Paige, later.

Glancing at the clock I realise I’m already nearly late to my meeting. Fuck it, worth it. As long as I got that girl to work on time.

-

Jasper had called me five times. FIVE TIMES in 24 hours. I had been on edge since yesterday, the pain in my shoulders growing more tense. Frankly, I was surprised by the fact I still had any teeth left from all the teeth grinding I’d been doing. I needed to disconnect, turn my phone off and have a self-care day. So I’d found myself at the communal gym in the apartment building before work, 30 minutes of stairmaster and some lifting bound to get my mind off things.

“4, 5, 6, 7… 8…” I count to myself, doing back extensions as I hold a plate weight against my chest. Sweat dripping down my back, I climb off the machine and place the weight down, nothing in my mind but the burn in my upper back.

“Mornin’” I hear a familiar voice from behind me, hoarse with sleep still. My head snaps back and it’s exactly who I expected it to be. Paige, in grey basketball shorts and a navy blue Uconn tee, slightly too small, apparent from the way it fits tightly around her shoulders and arms. Her eyes are still red and puffy from sleep.

Suddenly I feel the need to check myself in the mirror, tightening my ponytail and fixing the pink lululemon set hoping the blonde doesn’t notice. I wish I’d worn a bit of makeup. Still, I feel relieved when I see her. I could use a friend right now.

“Oh good morning!” I smile, taking a sip of my water bottle. “Don’t you have a weight room at College Park?” 

Paige scoffs looking around offended. “Wow, I can leave if you want me to.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl, my hand subconsciously landing on her arm as I laugh. I feel it flex underneath my touch, surprisingly muscular. 

“No, no, I’m glad to see you. Just surprised,” I say, pulling back, watching a grin grow on the taller girl’s face.

“The AC’s still broke so,” the blonde explains, looking around the gym. “You doing upper body?”

“I am,” I hum, walking towards the weights, my eyes flickering to Paige’s reflection in the mirror. It was insane how she had clearly just rolled out of bed, no makeup, hair slicked back in a ponytail and still she looks great.

“Same, same,” she mumbles, watching closely as I stretch my arms and wrists to prepare. “Can I join you?”

“Sure,” I say smiling. “Shoulder press?”

“You got it,” Paige agrees, grabbing a bench and setting it up for us. “Ladies first.”

I laugh again, planting myself on the bench with a set of 15s. To my shock Paige grabs them from my hands, giving me a pair of 20s instead.

“Paigeuh!” I complain but she shakes her head.

“C’mon, I’mma be your personal trainer,” she grins, standing behind me and meeting my eyes in the mirror. Her hands land on my shoulders, rubbing gently, immediately easing the pain there. I nearly moan, forgetting my surroundings for a moment.

“Look at these shoulders,” she says, squeezing the muscles there. “You can do the 20s Iz. I’ll spot you.”

She sounds so sure, so confident that I have no other choice but to feel confident too, picking up the weights and getting into position.

“Gimme eight.”

Nodding, I begin to do one rep after another, a shake in my arms already visible on the fifth. I focus on trying to keep a straight face on the sixth, Paige notices my struggle and places her fingers underneath my elbows, sparks shooting up my arms.

“I gotchu, two more.”

Something about her touch, her belief in me powers me through it. After two more reps, the blonde grabs the weights from me.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, rubbing my forehead. Paige chuckles, looking at my reflection.

“Ion think I’ve ever heard you swear before,” she says, making me laugh.

“Well lucky you I guess we’re really friends now,” I reply, meeting her blue eyes in the mirror. She’s biting on her bottom lip, staring, hand resting on my shoulder.

“You’re tense as hell, yknow?” Paige laughs, feeling my shoulders. My skin burns underneath her touch and I know it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone that near. It feels good to be touched. Even by a friend.

I nod. “I know.”

Furrowing her brows, the blonde begins to massage my stiff shoulders, so gently I feel like a baby bird in her hands, the way her thumbs dig into my muscles ever so slightly. My eyes fluttering shut, I hum compliantly, feeling my muscles begin to relax under her touch.

“Is this okay?” Paige whispers, her voice merely audible.

“Mhm,” I murmur. “A little harder is okay too.”

I hear a heavy exhale from behind me when the blonde’s fingers press deeper, massaging against my upper back, moving upwards to the sides of my neck. Goosebumps travel all over me. I feel a familiar burn, a faint memory of a feeling from the past spreading over my upper thighs and lower abdomen, stirring within me.

“Like this?”

Her voice is gravelly, a soft mutter on her lips. I feel myself melting underneath her touch, a heat pooling between my legs from the skilled way she works my muscles. I could tell she was skilled with her hands, just from the sure, confident way in which she moves against me..

All of a sudden I hear the door go, and I know the blonde hears it too as her hands retract, both our gazes turning to the entrance where another neighbour walks in, greeting politely.

“Hello,” I smile, my voice coming out soft. My mind spins as I grab the weights again, ready for a second round. But part of me is distracted by the stirring in my stomach, still apparent, still distracting. I watch Paige settle behind me, her face even redder than mine.

“Ready?” She asks, our gazes locking. I lift the weights, preparing for the movement.

“Ready.”

-

“Give me two more please,” I encourage the blonde girl, her mouth shut tight in a narrow line, brows furrowed in concentration as she stands beside me, staring into the mirror, shaking her head.

“Ahh shit,” she breathes, hissing as her arms shake, not able to bring the next bicep curl further than halfway.

“C’mon, two more,” I demand, placing my fingertips underneath her wrists, fooling the blonde’s brain that I’m helping. It’s enough for Paige to finish two more reps, letting out a relieved groan as she places the weights down.

“You’re tryna kill me Iz,” she groans, rubbing her sweaty face with her hand, veins becoming more prominent from the strain.

“Nope! Just knew you could do better,” I smile, grabbing my smaller set of weights for my final rep. My body felt exhausted in the best way, all my worries completely forgotten. In the mirror I can see the baby hairs curling around my face, spilling out from my high pony, sweat dripping from my neck, down my chest, between my cleavage. Eyes flickering to Paige, I notice her gaze on my ass as she settles to stand behind me, but I don’t think much of it.

“Alright, let’s go,” Paige smiles, meeting my stare in the mirror.

Picking up the weights, I begin to do my bicep curls. One, two. On the third one I’m already struggling, making me huff and subconsciously swing my hips ever so slightly to help my hands curl all the way.

The blonde tuts behind me, her hands finding my waist with ease, holding tight. It surprises me enough that I nearly drop the weights.

“Watch your core Iz,” Paige murmurs, meeting my gaze in the mirror. Her front is hovering just an inch away from my back, radiating with heat and electricity as her hands drag around to the exposed skin of my upper abdomen. “Squeeze here,” Paige whispers, her touch moving downwards and sideways to the sides of my hips. “And here.”

Lips slightly parted, I nod, my chest positively heaving now. Focusing on flexing my core muscles, I keep doing reps with a newfound focus. Though the way my body tingles is distracting, making my head swirl.

“That’s it,” Paige coos, her arms snaking around to help me with the last few reps, hands supporting my wrists. For some reason, an involuntary trembling breath spills from my mouth as she inches closer, the curve of my ass pressing against her. I suppose I’m just not used to this sort of closeness with my friends yet.

“Aaaand eight, yes ma’am!” The blonde grins, grabbing the weights and setting them back for me, brushing closer to my back before walking off. The loss of contact brings me back from the swirling thoughts in my head, as I blink and take in my surroundings, and the blonde girl in front of me. I notice the way her biceps have grown from the strain, arms covered in veins and glistening with sweat. 

“That was so good,” I sigh, throwing my arm over my face as I try to catch my breath. Paige holds up her hand, and I high five it with a giggle. 

“Good?!” She calls out. “You a masochist or sum?”

I scoff, a little taken aback by the crude question. “Rude!” I laugh, red in the face and playfully shove the blonde off. She’s barely affected, my push not hard enough to shake her from her stand.

“You got work?” Paige asks, sipping on her water, jaw prominent as she throws her head back. The veins on her hand are still popping, wrapped around the bottle.

“Uhh, yes. But I do have to shower first.”

“You need a ride?”

I shake my head, she already drove me once. That has to be enough.

“Oh no thank you,” I smile, walking towards the exit, the blonde following at my heel and opening the door for me.

“You sure? I don’t mind,” Paige asks again, more insistent. Like she wants to. But I couldn’t let her.

“No, no, I promise.”

-

“So, how’s Dallas?” KK’s voice comes through my speaker. I’m sitting by my cubby at College Park Center, still half empty. Part of me refused to leave my stuff here, to decorate, to make it home. But I was slowly trying to change things around, forcing myself to place some sports bras and shorts on the top shelf. That would be a start.

“Uhh, it’s Dallas,” I murmur, brushing through my hair, still damp from my post practice shower. 

“You forgettin’ us already?” The girl on the phone teases, making me scoff as I tie my shoes back on. 

“Y’all wouldn’t let me.”

“You right girl,” KK replies. I pack my Nike bag, throwing on a black hoodie over my sports bra and shorts. Practice had run late and I’d spend my time in the shower, trying to revise plays, my arms killing me from the workout earlier.

“You try barbecue yet?” The girl asks. She had texted me ten minutes ago, claiming it was an emergency. Ever since I called she’d been asking me trivial questions about everything she could think of - clearly me and her had different definitions of emergency.

“Not yet, haven’t been out much actually,” I admit, grabbing the phone where it’s set on the shelf, KK’s face taking up the screen, watching me.

“Well I was gon ask if Dallas has hot girls but guess you haven’t seen em then.”

I laugh, throwing the bag over my shoulder. “Well, actually…” I start, a small grin growing across my face.

“Yo, I see that grin P Boogers!” KK gasps. “You haven’t told me about no girl.”

I put my hands up in defeat, mouth twisting into a tight smile. “Nah, it’s not worth mentioning. She ain’t even from here. She’s British.”

“Whatttt???? She hot?”

“She’s fine, way outta my league.”

The girl on the phone scoffs, her expression turning serious. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m forreal!” I laugh. “She’s classy. Bro she drinks wine.”

“Damn, so she’s grown. Didn’t you say sumn about being celibate?” KK asks, making me groan.

I rub my face, walking out of the dressing room into the confusing hallways of College Park Center. First left, then right, I tell myself, KK’s voice echoing around the narrow corridor.

“Nahhh don’t remind me. I was outta my mind after that Natty win,” I reply, opening door after another to get out of the building.

“So what’s her nameeee, send a pic,” the girl says, her voice coy.

“I think she’s straight,” I scoff, walking through another door.

KK cackles loudly. “Like that’s stopped you before.”

“Alright, bye now.”

“Wait wait, I miss you,” the younger girl pouts. God, if she knew how bad I missed her. Missed all of them.

“Miss you too KK, y’all gotta come visit soon.”

“Yea, love you.”

“Love you, bye.”

I hang up, the silence echoing around me tugging at my heartstrings. But before I let the sadness wash over me, I’m met with Izara standing in a corridor by the exit, tapping away at her phone.

“Oh, hey Paige,” she smiles widely when she spots me, wearing a long black skirt and a sleeveless white turtleneck, looking beautiful as ever. Of course, what else would you expect?

“Hey Iz,” I smile, walking over to her. “You heading out?”

She nods, showing me her phone. “About to Uber,” the girl replies. With a roll of my eyes I open the door, nodding my head toward the open air where the sun was beginning to set.

“No, Paige, I couldn’t,” she complains but I’m too stubborn to give up.

“Don’t make me hold this heavy ass door open more than I need to,” I complain, still feeling the burn in my biceps and shoulders from the earlier workout. “We both going home anyway.”

With a dramatic scoff, Izara admits defeat, walking past me. I follow her, watching as the orange light of the setting sun paints us both warm and golden.

“Yeah I thought so,” I hum confidently, mostly to myself.

Zari’s hand pushes my arm playfully. “I only said yes because you seemed so pitiful,” she claims, head held high as always. My heart grows warm when the girl comes to a halt before her door, so used to me opening them for her already. I do so, knowing I was pleasing her. Good. I could easily be her friend knowing I got to have these moments to please her. That’s all I needed.

We pull out of the parking lot, serenaded by the R&B songs playing in the car, too drained and hungry after the long day to talk. But it felt comfortable, I had missed this. Having someone to just be quiet with. 

The silence between us is soon interrupted, this time Zari’s stomach rumbling. Guess she was as hungry as I was.

“Shit, sorry,” she chuckles, covering her face with embarrassment. I laugh too, finding it endearing, the way she was always so confident and together but letting me see her flustered. “I didn’t have time to eat lunch, Linda had a surprise meeting with me.”

I glance at the girl. “Good news?”

She nods with a grin. “Yes, she liked the video I made. My first solo project. The one we filmed at your first practice?”

I smile too, the lightness of relief in her voice something I must not have heard before. “That’s awesome Iz, not that I’m surprised.”

From the corner of my eye, I watch as she turns her body to me. 

“You know, only my family calls me Iz. Well Izzie. And some childhood friends,” she starts. “And you now, I guess.”

“I-is that okay?” I ask, not even realising I’d come up with another nickname all on my own.

She thinks for a while, a coy smile spreading on her face. “Yes, it is. I like it.”

“Well Iz, you wanna pick up a lil something to eat? I’m starving.”

The girl looks at me clearly mulling it over in her head.

“Ion wanna mess up your plans, but you shouldn’t have to cook every day.”

She sighs, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay… And I’m payin.”

“Paigeuh!”

“C’mon, let’s celebrate your big win.”

-

“I can’t believe they do take-away ribs here,” Izara chuckles, holding both of our meals while I park the car, pulling up in a desolate parking lot. The sun had long set, turning the sky black and filling it with stars.

“They don’t do that in London?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I don’t really eat ribs,” the girl admits. Turning to her about to grab my food, my eyes skim her top, the way it hugs her breasts tight, the way the white fab- wait. White.

“Uh Iz?”

“Yeah?”

I clear my throat, frustrated that I hadn’t thought it through.

“Ribs are probably the messiest food ever, and you’re wearing white,” I murmur, making the girl glance down at herself.

“No no, don’t worry. I’m a very neat eater,” Izara chuckles lightheartedly but I shake my head.

“Nah, you don’t get it. It don’t matter, you’re gon make a mess.”

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I reach into the backseat and pull out a large black t-shirt from my bag, handing it to the girl.

“You want me to put this on?” Izara questions, holding it in her hand disbelievingly.

“Ion want your pretty shirt to get ruined,” I tell her, our eyes meeting. “It’s clean, I promise.”

Hesitantly, the girl pulls it over her head, careful not to mess up her hair and makeup. Seeing the way the shirt, my shirt, swallows her whole, the way it drapes over her body makes me swoon. And I know I’m staring but I can’t look away, or kill the smile spreading across my face from the flutters growing in my chest.

Izara looks down, letting out a small chuckle. “Alright, guess I’m ready to eat.”

“You look it,” I laugh, handing her the smaller portion of ribs, and the side of mashed potatoes.

“So… how do I do this?” She asks almost shyly, looking at the meat drenched in sauce.

“You just gotta go for it ma,” I encourage her, the nickname spilling without any intention or thought as I grab a rib and bite into it, the sauce already dripping down my chin, making the girl next to me laugh.

“You already made a mess!” She snorts, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggles.

I shrug, taking another bite, the savoury flavour soothing my hunger already. 

“C’monn, don’t be shy,” I cheer, mouth full of food. Finally, the girl takes a tiny nibble off the corner, careful not to mess up her face.

“Yo did I give you my shirt for nothing? Bite into it Iz.”

Rolling her eyes the dark haired girl finally opens her pretty mouth wider, taking a proper bite. I clap my hands, making even more of a mess on all my fingers. Izara dabs a napkin around her mouth gently, wiping the sauce off before speaking.

“That’s… Really good,” she admits. I nod knowingly, taking another bite, which makes the girl beside me laugh once again.

“Oh god, how’d you manage to get it on your nose Paige,” she giggles, shaking her head at me. “I didn’t know you were such a messy eater.”

“Oh you got no idea,” I grin, wiping my nose on a tissue. Izara, however, is too busy eating to pick up on my implied meaning. Soon, her face is covered in brown sauce too, as we take turns laughing at one another.

“This is my sensory hell,” she whines, eyeing her sticky hands. “I’m overwhelmed.”

“Hollup, hollup,” I snicker, grabbing a tissue with my clean hands and leaning over. Ever so carefully, I hold her chin, wiping as softly as I can - not because she feels vulnerable or weak, but because I’m afraid if I do it too harshly I might disrupt her and make her go away. I didn’t want her to.

Izzie bats her eyes, looking everywhere but my gaze until I’m done. A soft blush radiates her cheeks until I finally pull away, fingertips tingling from the contact. Clearing her throat, the girl interrupts the moment.

“How’s your mac n cheese?” She asks, pointing to the side in my takeaway box.

“So good,” I say. “You wanna try?”

She hesitates. “Is that okay?”

Rolling my eyes I grab a forkful of the macaroni oozing with cheese, feeding it to the girl without thinking much more about the gesture. Only when our eyes lock as her mouth spreads open for me, my heart begins to pound in my chest. Her plump, wide lips wrapping around the fork. That familiar heat begins to pool between my legs again. Shit. I quickly pull away, looking down, listening to the satisfied hum from the girls mouth.

“Oh wow. That’s the best mac n cheese I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a grin, watching her lit up face as she nods.

“Yes.”

“Let’s switch then,” I say confidently, taking her mashed potatoes and handing the dark haired girl my side instead.

“No, Paige don’t be silly,” she resists, but I remain stubborn.

“Already done.”

Izara smiles gratefully, taking another bite of the macaroni and humming with joy as she eats it. I didn’t like mashed potatoes much, but it was all worth it to see her face gleaming like this.

The girl goes quiet for a while, watching the cars outside driving by before she speaks.

“Thank you Paige,” she softly says. “I’ve had such a bad couple of days, you made me forget all about it.”

My heart aches, I wanna wrap her up in my arms and pull her in - but it seems a little too much even for me so I remain still, eyes locked on her leaning on the passenger seat in my t-shirt.

“Jasper?” I ask, maybe reaching but too curious not to say anything.

Her brows are furrowed, her catlike eyes flickering to me.

“I didn’t mean to look but saw the missed calls yesterday, sorry,” I admit. Taking it in, Izzie looks out the window again, letting out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, Jasper.”

“Ex-boyfriend?” I continue to question.

The girl fiddles with her rings. “Something like that.”

I kiss my teeth, turning to look out the window too.

“Figures, seen my friends get fucked over men like that all the time.”

She scoffs, licking her lips. “How’d you know it was him who did the fucking over?”

“You don’t seem like the type,” I say gently, eyes flickering to her. “You don’t move to Dallas, Texas over anything small.”

“Or maybe I’m running away,” she suggests, making me shake my head.

“I dunno about that Miss Schedule,” I chuckle carefully. “Besides, men have a way of doing that.”

Her brows furrow and she meets my gaze. “Women do too, you know.”

Bursting into a single laugh, I feel amused at her words. Like she’d know anything about it.

“How’d you know?”

“I’ve dated women.”

Oh.

Holdup.

So you’re telling me, the girl next to me isn’t straight? That my initial suspicions weren’t just hopeless wishes of an extremely horny person. No, she’s bi. Of course she’s bi, there’s no way a straight woman could dress like she does, have the charisma she does.

Suddenly my mind is swirling around the memories of each glance, each time our hands grazed one another, each praise that spilled from Izzie’s lips, each time my eyes flickered to her to only find that she’s already watching. Suddenly it all means more. Oh fuck, what am I doing.

“Youuu… okay there?” Izara asks, her tone uneasy.

I finally snap out of it. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I had no idea, I just assum-”

“Don’t worry, people usually think I’m straight,” she laughs it off easily, but I can tell it’s bothering her a little. My reaction.

“My bad, I shouldn’t have assumed,” I say sheepishly.

“It’s not your fault, truthfully, I don’t even know if I still am or if it was just a phase.”

Oh. 

Surely she would’ve felt it too, the electricity between us. The way it felt the moment our eyes met, when we touched. Surely that would be plenty of confirmation for her sexuality. Unless it was just me feeling it. Fuck, who cares. I’m celibate, I’m happy, I’m going to be Rookie of The Year and I’m not gonna worry about girls. Even ones as perfect as Izara.

“You take an Uber to work every day?” I ask to change the topic.

“I’ve got to. I don’t have a license here. Or a car,” Izzie answers, making me scoff.

“I can drive you, easy,” I suggest.

The dark haired girl shakes her head, meeting my eyes. Challenging me.

“Absolutely not. That’s final.”

“Izzie, c’mon. We go to the same place most days anyway. Lemme drive you,” I insist but she won’t budge, her eyes as hard as her stance on the topic. That is until I find the magic word.

“Please,” I plead, softening my tone.

Her eyes soften, and with a final sigh I know I’ve got her.

-

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you belong with me (mini fic): hotel room || joe burrow x reader

description: sometimes the need to feel each other is just too strong to resist

a/n: SURPRISE! a little bitty standalone type fic before we get to the angstiest fic I've ever writtennnnnn ;) horny hour came to WORK in this fic...

also woah? two fics from me in 1 weekend? and I wrote this in a day? what. so if this is trash, boring, or me yapping, that’s because I wrote this within the last few hours and im sleepy 😋 this was inspired by 2 requests! thank you, you know who you are💗💗

anyway, go check out the one if you haven't!

word count: 5.9 k

warnings: smut (there’s thigh riding in this one 😜), language

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"Oh, fuck," Joe whispered to himself as he opened the photos that you just sent him from your hotel room, the need to see you growing just like the tent in his pants as his hormones started to soar.

You both were away in Kansas City for the weekend ahead of the highly anticipated AFC championship game between the Bengals and the Chiefs on Sunday night. Joe had flown to Kansas City with the team as usual while he chartered a private plane for you that was a few hours behind him and he made sure that he booked you a hotel room specifically at the hotel that the team was staying at. He felt comfort in knowing that you were safe and close to him--you were just 8 floors beneath him--since you came to KC alone since his parents would be flying in early tomorrow morning.

Since you technically weren't allowed to see Joe and didn't want to go out in the City all alone, you found yourself absolutely bored out of your mind, not being able to find any entertainment or way to pass the time all alone. You found yourself like this a few weeks ago as well, the night before the first playoff game of the post-season, and remembered what you did to cure your boredom and entertain yourself and Joe.

Spicy Photos.

He loved them the first time so you knew he'd love them just as much this time. Maybe it could even become a 'night before a game' tradition?

So then, you found yourself half naked--only clad in a skimpy, lacy purple lingerie bra & pantie set--seated in front of the large body mirror and tapping away on your camera as you changed up your poses to show off the parts of your body that Joe was obsessed with (your thighs, your breasts, your ass, the crook of your neck where he liked to mark his territory).

Joe got your photos a few moments ago, and he was losing his mind. Especially because you were so close to him right now, close enough for him to see you. Or was he close enough for you to see him?

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered again as the growing erection in his purple shorts was becoming more and more visible. He needed to see you so badly, he couldn't control himself. Not when you were this close to him. Last time, he was a whole half hour away so he was mostly okay, but this time...this time it was a different story.

Joe opened his camera and snapped a photo of the tent in his pants, a cheeky grin on his face as he went back to your chat and responded to your photos.

Joe: i miss youuuuu

You: i miss youuuuu too, if you couldn't already tell by the photos ;)

He then attached the photo of the tent in his pants, typed up a silly caption, and sent it to you, wishing he could see your reaction in person.

Joe: image 📸

he misses you too 😋

Your eyes widened as you opened the photo and saw what he had just sent you, the silly caption that he typed with it making you bust out laughing.

"There is no fucking way," you laughed to yourself as you flipped onto your stomach and laughed even harder into the pillow as you imagined Joe taking that photo and typing up that stupidly adorable caption.

"I can't believe he just sent me that photo," you smiled to yourself, still not quite used to this part of your relationship. How could Joe be so sexy and adorably silly at be the same time? You went back to the texts and quickly typed something up to make sure he didn't think you left him hanging, playing along with his silliness.

You: i miss him too 😪

Joe raised an eyebrow at your sudden straightforwardness but was amused that you were playing along with him.

Joe: you and that damn purple lingerie are reallyyyy doing something to me

He scrolled back up to the photos you sent him, tapping on one that showed off your beautiful smile but also gave him a good view of your perfect breasts. "Fuckk," he shakily breathed out while throwing his head back onto the pillow as he placed his hand on the tent in his pants, the pressure that was building becoming too much for him.

Joe was obsessed with your chest. Whether it was laying on it after a tiring workout while you played with his hair or it was him leaving little love bites along your nipple while he was sending you straight to heaven with each thrust, that was his favorite place to be.

He needed to feel your lips on him again, he needed to feel your fingers scratching down his back, and he needed to feel you.

He needed to see you right now.

Joe quickly went back to the chat, this time hitting the Facetime button instead of texting you. You immediately picked up, a grin growing on your face as you saw his adorable flushed cheeks.

"You're needy tonight," you giggled.

"I need to see you," he said while running his fingers through his hair and moving his curls back. "Like really bad. I can't do this,".

"Joe, you know I can't," you said as you sat up on the bed, his eyes falling down as your body came into the frame. You weren't in the lingerie anymore, but you were wearing a slinky tank top which showed off your beautiful breasts.

"Baby, please," he pleaded. "I can't,".

"If I get caught on your floor, it'll be hell for both of us. Probably me more than you since you're the star of the show and they can't really do anything because it'll hurt everything," you said while moving your hair back.

"Nobody will give you hell, you're my girlfriend. Everyone knows that now," he smiled.

"I know, but being your girlfriend doesn't give me a free pass to bend the rules that every NFL team has to follow," you sighed.

You wanted to see him so bad, but you were scared that you'd get caught and didn't even want to think about what the consequences would be. They had NFL players stay at a hotel the night before a game for a reason--home or away--and it was to prevent any and all distractions and to prevent them from partaking in activities that would release the energy they needed for game day. You both were already pushing it when Joe booked you a room in the same hotel he was staying at, the Bengals Travel Coordinators were not super happy about it, but Joe being Joe somehow convinced them to let it slide just this once.

"Do you have the Mascot suit on you by any chance?" he giggled, referring to the first time you joked about sneaking into his room by trying to pass as the mascot.

"Damn, I think I left it in my other suitcase," you pouted, a soft chuckle coming from his mouth in return.

Although he was laughing with you, he was still serious as hell about getting you in his room one way or another.

"Y/N," he said, turning serious again. "Please. I just need to see you for a little. I'll make sure you won't get caught,".

"And how will you do that?" you asked him, part of you wanting to hear him out.

"You can't come up the elevator because we have staff guarding the it up here so that nobody can come up here other than Bengals personnel, but there are stairs that connect every floor and my room is just 3 doors down from the stairs on this floor. I know that they make the rounds around my hall and the hall on the other side so you'll just have to wait for them to turn the other way," he explained.

"Why does this sound easier than I thought? Was this all I had to do to see him?" you thought, contemplating what you should do.

You would be lying if you weren't as turned on as Joe was right now. That photo he sent you made think some things and feel some feelings but you ultimately came to the consensus that you needed him right now.

Your brain was fogging up with thoughts of Joe. Thoughts of his lips pressed against yours, his hands massaging your plush skin, the dirty sounds of pleasure leaving his lips, the mere sight of him on the brink of coming undone. He was the only thing you could think about right now. With the way your heart was pounding in your chest and the way the heat was slowly rising up your body, you were either two seconds away from passing out or two seconds away from saying something that would really set you both off.

"Please," he begged again, a gush of wetness pooling at your core because of his husky voice.

"Fuck it," you whispered, you needed Joe. "I’ll be there in a little bit," you said as you got up and hastily searched for your clothes.

Joe immediately sat up on the bed, a huge satisfied grin on his face as a thrill shot up his spine. "I love you," he smiled.

"I love you too much, that's why I'm doing this," you giggled as you placed your phone down on the dresser and quickly slipped on your flimsy sleep shorts and tank top. "I'll see you in a few, okay?" you said to him once you picked up the phone again.

"Be careful," he said before you gave him a quick nod and hung up, then placed your phone back onto the table so you could slide your Uggs on. You grabbed your room's keycard and took a deep breath before opening the door.

About 10 minutes later, you were slowly climbing up the stairs as you were hot, sweaty, and out of breath. "W-what the fuck," you sighed as you stopped to collect your breath. "I need to go to the gym more," you panted, rolling your eyes when you saw that you were only on floor 7 and still had 4 more to go and you already climbed up 4 flights of stairs.

"Only for Joe," you laughed as you continued up the stairs. You wouldn't be caught dead doing this for another man, but for Joe? Anything. You'd move planets for the person that you've been in love with for 9 years if he asked you to, and you had the comfort of knowing that he would do the exact same for you.

Another 10 minutes later, you finally made it to the 11th floor.

"Holy fuck," you said while wiping the thin layer of sweat off your forehead, quickly crouching down once you saw one of the Bengals staff members through the little window in the door. "Fuck," you whispered as you peeked your head up to see if they saw you or not, which they didn't.

"Any minute now," you whispered, waiting for them to turn around and go down the other hallway.

You watched carefully for about two minutes, getting impatient as they took their sweet time before you saw them turn around and start walking down to the other hallway.

"Finally," you whispered to yourself as you stood up and quietly twisted the door handle, carefully stepping out into the hallway before gently shutting the door behind you.

You slowly walked down the hallway, counting 3 doors down from the stairs but realizing Joe never told you which door 3 doors down was his room.

You reached for your phone to text him but were met with an empty pocket. A frustrated sigh leaves your lips when you realize you left your phone on the table.

"Ugh. Left or Right?" you whispered to yourself as you looked back and forth between the doors. "This is like a game of roulette," you soughed. You eventually chose the left door, accepting that if you were wrong you would quickly leave the floor with your tail between your legs and go back down 8 flights of stairs to your room.

"Okay," you breathed out before making your hand into a fist and knocking on the door, in an uber-specific pattern.

Two quick knocks, "Knock-Knock", matching the start of the chorus with a steady beat.

Pause for 1 second.

One slow Knock "Knock", reflects the continuation of the melody.

Pause for 1 second.

Two quick knocks, "Knock-knock", follows the rhythm as the chorus progresses.

Pause for 1 second.

Two quick knocks, "Knock-Knock", ends the pattern in sync with the final beats of the chorus.

It aligned with the Chorus of the song "Night Changes" by One Direction, a song you and Joe were obsessed with back at OSU. A song you made a special knocking sequence to for times you showed up at each other's rooms unannounced for whatever reason. You made this special sequence up because there were times you didn't want to see other or hang out with other people, but you always wanted to see each other no matter the circumstance. This knocking sequence always let you both know who was at the door.

"Hm, that's ironic," you giggled as you remembered the Chorus of the song.

"We're only getting older baby and I been thinking about it lately, Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes, Everything that you've ever dreamed of, Disappearing when you wake up, But there's nothing to be afraid of even when the night changes, It will never change me and you,".

It did drive you crazy just how fast the night changed for you and Joe. Everything around you changed in the past 9 years--your ages, your careers, your lifestyles, your relationships--but the one thing that never changed was you and Joe.

And that was the one thing that was never going to change.

While you were lost in thought, you felt the door open as a whiff of air hit your face, your precious 6’4 boyfriend standing right in front of you.

"Oh thank god," you said, letting out a relieved sigh before you felt Joe grab your hand and yank you into the room, quickly closing the door before he leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. You were a bit taken aback by the intensity of the kiss, but it only took you 5 seconds to melt in Joe’s arms and lose your cool. His hands were firmly placed on your waist, the pads of his fingers massaging the soft skin of your hips, as he backed you both up to the couch across the room.

He felt the back of his knees hit the couch before he pulled away from the kiss and plopped down, spreading his legs extremely wide as he patted his lap for you to sit down. "Come here," he smirked, you gave him a quick nod before placing a knee on either side of his thighs and sitting down in his comfortable lap, the hardness underneath you making your hormones take over.

You cupped his face with your hands and pulled his face closer to yours, capturing his perfectly pink lips in another kiss. His hands landed on your waistline again, "Mm, I haven't heard that knock in years," he said in between the kiss.

"I had to let you know it was me," you whispered as you slid your lips to the corner of his mouth, peppering wet kisses up his jaw as his hands slid underneath the flimsy fabric of your tank top.

"I missed you," he rasped as you felt his other hand land on the back of your head, pulling you right back to his lips.

His hand then moved to the straps of your tank top, slowly pulling one down as he pulled away and moved his lips to your collarbone.

"Joe," you quietly moaned as you tilted your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him to worship. You felt him attach his lips to his favorite spot on your neck, rhythmically sucking and biting the skin as he marked his territory--a special reminder to those who didn't know who you belonged to.

"Baby," you breathed out, grabbing his head by his hair and pulling him back up to your lips, your noses bumping into each other as your tongues tangled in each other's mouths. It was driving you insane, the more his hands moved around your body the more desperate to feel him everywhere you got. You wanted him to rip your clothes off and have you right then and there, but you were playing a risky game. If anyone walked past his door, they would 100% hear you two going at it.

His hands dropped down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his large veiny hands as he began to rock you back and forth in his lap. You instantly pulled away, taking note of how his big blue eyes were screaming 'fuck me' at you right now.

"Joe, we can't," you breathlessly said, his movements not stopping at your hesitance.

You feel him grab your waist again, scooching you over so that you are now straddling one of his thick, muscular thighs and not his lap. "Yes, we can," he whispered in your ear, heat pooling in your stomach as you feel his large thigh against your aching clit.

Joe continues to slowly rock you back and forth against his thigh, a tingling sensation all over your body as your clothed clit rubbed against his thigh; the flimsy fabric of your shorts practically had you bare against his leg. You leaned your head back as you let out a moan that was a little louder than you both preferred.

"Fuck," you whined at the stimulation his thigh was giving you. Joe lifted one of his hands to cover your mouth, "Shh, baby. Another one of those and this will be over a lot faster than we want, and it won't have a nice ending either," he warned as you looked back down at him.

You gave him a nod as you continued to move back and forth against his thigh, his purple shorts riding further and further up his leg because of your movements. The wetness from your core was seeping out of your underwear, and your rocking hips were spreading it along his thigh.

God, you loved his thighs. They were so thick and muscular and the perfect seat. Whenever you saw photos of Joe doing his typical man-spread, you lost it. The thighs were always the highlight of the show, not his face, not his arms, his thighs.

"That's it, baby," he said while guiding you back and forth, somehow enjoying this even more than you were even though he was receiving no stimulation from this.

"Joe," you whimpered, his big hand muffling your moan, feeling him bounce his leg underneath you which made your moans come out in short gasps. "J- Joe," you moaned again, your belly fluttering at the new movement.

You lifted your hand and moved his hand off your mouth, then leaned in and captured his lips in another kiss to hopefully stifle your moans.

Joe was taking part in a mental battle right now, trying to fight off the urge to take you to the bed in front of him and fuck you into oblivion. He needed to feel you more than he already was, but if he did you both would get caught very quickly.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head that could solve your problems--the shower.

Nobody would be able to hear you both in the bathroom, especially with the running water.

He decided to hold off on that for a few minutes, allowing you to continue to do what you needed to feel your rapidly building high. He pulled away from the kiss again, lifting your head with his hand, "Look at me, Y/N," he whispered. His thumb stroked your bottom lip as he looked intensely into your glossy eyes, "Keep going," he encouraged, your movements getting faster against his thigh.

"Joe, I'm so close," you quietly whimpered, your clit pressed firmly against his thigh as the band in your belly tightened. You ran your hands up his arms, then gripped his shoulders as you continued to ride his thigh, your body starting to tremble on top of him as his cock grew harder at the feeling of wetness spreading along his leg.

"That's it, that's my fucking girl...you're so fucking sexy riding me like this," he whispered in your ear, his hands wandering along your body again as he pressed a kiss to your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. “Come for me, come on my thigh,” he whispered.

"Joe," you moaned loudly, dropping your head to the crook of his neck as you picked up the pace, your pleasure just a few seconds away. There was truly no place you'd rather be right now than the comfortable embrace of Joe's arms. This was your home. He was your home.

You bit down on the tan skin of his neck to stifle your moan, knowing that this one would be particularly loud as you let yourself go. "Mmph, Joe," you moaned as you felt the band in your tummy snap, your core gushing with wetness as most of it seeped out onto his leg.

"Fuck, Y/N," Joe breathed out, feeling a cool moisture pooling on his thigh as you quivered above him. "Baby, I need you," he whispered in your ear, your face coming back up from the crook of his neck.

"Joe, I- I told you, we c- can't," you choked out, aftershocks of your high washing over you.

"We can in there," he said as he motioned to the bathroom with his head.

All the hesitance and apprehension left your head about 4 minutes ago, so you honestly could not care less about what would unfold once you got in the bathroom. You didn't care if you got caught, as risky as that sounded. "Okay," you nodded, Joe immediately got up from the couch with you in his lap, his hands firmly placed on your ass as you wrapped your legs around him. You rested your cheek against his chest, whispering "I love you" to him in which he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead in return.

A few minutes later, you were in the bathroom, completely bare as the hot water of the shower was falling around you. You were pressed up against the cool glass of the shower door as Joe was spending some more time around your neck, especially at his favorite spot.

Your fingers played with his wet curls as you used them to pull his face back up to yours so that you could kiss him again. "We have to be quick," you mumbled in between the kiss. "I have to get out of here before lights out,".

"Okay," Joe nodded, his hands reaching down to cup your ass, hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around his thick body. "Fuck, I needed this," he sighed as he looked deeply into your eyes again. "I needed you,".

"Well, it's a good thing I'm here then," you smirked before pulling him back for another kiss, this one way messier and needier than the others.

After another minute of attacking each other's swollen lips, Joe lined his rock-hard cock with your already-soaked core, thrusting all the way inside as you let out a loud moan and threw your head back against the glass.

"Ah, Joe," you hissed, the feeling of him filling you up all the way still new even though you'd done this quite a few times since December.

"Fuck, Y/N," Joe groaned as he felt your walls wrap around his thick shaft, his hips snapping into yours after a few seconds of getting comfortable.

"Oh my god," you cried out after you felt his cock grazing your g-spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Yeah? You like that?" Joe panted in your ear after giving you another hard thrust which made him hit the spot.

"Yeah," you whimpered, his cock continuing to slam into your cervix, making you re-think your entire existence. The way he was going about this was driven by pure lust, love, and need. This was exactly what he needed right now, and you were giving it to him with open arms; and open legs.

You were the most addictive thing on this earth, he could never stay away from you and if he tried, he'd have withdrawals. For example, if you didn't sneak into his room, he would've had all this pent-up energy inside of him that would most likely turn into anxiety for tomorrow's game. But it wasn't, thanks to you.

For most, this would be a distraction. But for Joe, this was the best way to relax. The perfect way to collect himself, he just needed to be with you. You always made him lose his worries, lose his nerves, and make him calm down. You were exactly what he needed.

And you almost said 'No' to coming up to his room, pathetic.

A few minutes later, Joe leaned back a little and leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth as he rhythmically rolled his hips into yours, making sure that he touched every spot on your body that he loved.

"Don't stop, Joe. Don't ever stop," you cried out, feeling your second high building in your stomach as he continued to pound into you. You ran your nails along his back, lightly digging into the skin while Joe hissed around your breast at the burning sensation he was feeling.

After a few moments of showing your perfect breasts some love, he moved back up to your face, "Y/N, you feel so good," he moaned.

The sights and sounds of his flushed cheeks, tousled & wet curls, and open-mouthed moans drove you insane.

You felt your legs starting to burn from the rough thrusts of his cock, also because of what transpired on the couch earlier. "Babe, I'm close," you panted as you gripped his broad shoulders.

"Hang on for me," he softly whined, picking up the pace of his deep thrusts which sent you straight over the edge, your walls tightening around his veiny cock.

"Oh my fucking-," you moaned before you felt the tip of his cock hit a spot he hadn't hit before, causing your orgasm to rip through your body like a strike of lightning. "Joe!" you screamed as you grabbed his wet curls and tightly pulled on them.

"Y/N," Joe panted as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, your walls convulsing around his twitching cock. "Fuck, I'm," he choked out, his orgasm begging to be released.

"I know, I know," you soothed as you rubbed his back while coming down from your high. "I'm here," you said while kissing his reddened cheek. "I'm right here,"

A few more thrusts later, you felt him let go as your walls were coated with warm spurts of his cum, Joe continuing to whimper and moan into your ear as he felt his high come over him. "F- Fuck, you're incredible,".

"I love you," he panted, trying to catch his breath as he gently let go of your legs and set you back on the ground, your knees buckling as you fell right into him. "Woah, I got you," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you," you giggled as you clung onto him, the hot water falling on both of you making you feel even more refreshed than your previous orgasms.

About 10 minutes later, you both dried each other off and made it out of the shower. You slipped your clothes back on before brushing your wet hair in the mirror while Joe changed into a fresh pair of shorts behind you, your eyes widening at the red scratches on his back.

"Oh, shit," you gasped as you flipped around to look at his back. "I'm sorry,".

"No need to say sorry, princess," he smiled. "I like it when you leave a mark," he winked.

"But the guys are probably going to give you shit for it," you frowned. "They'll see that those are fresh and figure it out,".

"If the guys find out, they'll be too busy bitchin' about how it's not fair for them to not be able to see their girls before a game to care that you broke about a dozen league rules," he laughed. "Besides," he added as he placed his hands on your waist and flipped you around so that you were facing the mirror again. "I left plenty of marks on you," he said while resting his chin on your shoulder and moving your wet hair to the back to show off your neck, a prominent purple love bite on your neck with a few small, faint ones scattered around it.

"Good thing I brought extra concealer," you giggled as you felt Joe pepper kisses along your neck.

"Mhmm," he hummed as he looked back up and met your tired eyes in the mirror. "I still can't believe you actually snuck up here. We should do this more often next season,".

"Woahhh, slow down, Burrow. I had to climb 8 flights of stairs to get up here. My legs are about to snap in half and I have 8 more flights to go down to go back to my room. This is def a once in a once-in-a-blue-moon deal," you nodded. "Stairs are not my thing,".

"Fine," he sighed, earning a pleased smile from you. "I'll be looking forward to the next time we get to repeat this little rendezvous, though,".

"I know you will," you winked before looking up at the clock, seeing that it was almost time for you to make your sneaky exit. "I should get going," you said as you flipped around in his hold.

"Okay," he nodded, tucking your wet hair behind your ear.

"I'll see you at the game tomorrow, okay?" you nodded.

"Yeah," Joe nodded again while giving you a soft look with his eyes.

"I want you to know that no matter what happens tomorrow night, I'm so proud of you, Joe. You've truly had one of the best years since you've been in the league and regardless of what goes down tomorrow, you did your best and went above and beyond. I love you so much and I'm so happy and proud of you," you smiled while you cupped his cheek and pulled his face down to press a kiss to the crown of his forehead.

"Thank you, Y/N. That really means a lot," he said while letting out a deep breath. "I love you. Thank you for being here," he said while leaning in for a sweet, purely innocent kiss.

"I'm always here," you said against his swollen lips after you pulled away.

After a few more minutes of saying goodbye to each other, you took a peek outside the hallway to see if the coast was clear; which it was.

You stepped outside into the hall, slowly and quietly inching towards the door to the stairs before you heard a familiar voice call your name behind you. "Y/N?" the deep voice spoke up.

"Fuck. Ja'marr," you whispered to yourself, instantly recognizing the voice and turning around.

"Y/N? What the hell are you doing up here?" he loudly said as he walked closer to you.

"I....uh....," you mumbled, not being able to come up with an excuse for why you were on this floor.

"Wait a second," he said as he looked at your wet hair, the purple spots on your neck which you clearly couldn't cover since your makeup was in your room, and your blissed-out facial expression and glow.

"Ain't no fuckin' way," he said, bursting out laughing as he realized he just caught you in a walk of shame. "No fucking wayyyy,".

"It's not what you think," you nervously shook your head.

While you were attempting to come up with an excuse, Joe opened his door because he heard a ruckus outside and decided to see what was going on, but he froze at the doorstep once he saw both you and Ja'marr look back at him.

"Oh my god," he said while laughing harder once he saw Joe's wet hair matching your wet hair. "You two seriously...right now...at the team hotel...oh my GOD," he said, his entire body shaking at how hard he was laughing.

"Ja'marr please don't tell anyone," you begged as you looked over at Joe.

"Joe, you do realize she probably just broke about a dozen rules by doing this, right?" Ja'marr asked while looking back at him.

"It was actually my idea," Joe said while scratching his neck, his cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.

"Man, why you so fuckin' horny lately?" Ja'marr shook his head, a laugh coming from your lips as you saw Joe's cheeks turn even more red. "I get you have a hot girlfriend and you're making up for 9 years worth of sex, blah, blah--not to be weird--but damn Joe, keep that shit in your pants till you get home," he lectured.

"Yeah, Joe. Keep it in your pants," you teased as you gave him a wink.

"Y/N, please. Spare me," Joe playfully rolled his eyes. "Maybe save the lingerie pics for when we get back home then,".

Your jaw fell open at his lack of filter considering you were with Ja'marr right now.

"Okayyy, I don't need to be a part of this conversation," he laughed. "Yall can have your lovers quarrel later. We have 5 minutes before lights out and the staff comes to check the rooms, Joe. So Y/N needs to get outta here or you're both fucked,".

"Well, I was just leaving until you stopped me," you huffed.

"Well, your secret is safe with me...for now," he grinned. "Yall owe me, remember that," he said while pointing at you two.

"You got it," you laughed as you gave him a salute. "I'm gonna go now," you said while looking back at Joe, a small smile on his lips as if he was enjoying this situation.

"Bye, Y/N," Ja'marr waved like a little kid.

"Bye, Ja'marr," you laughed before looking back at Joe.

"Bye, J. I love you and remember what I said earlier," you said while shooting him a loving smile.

"I love you too, and I will, " he smiled while giving you a small wave.

"Man, are yall still talking dirty right now? For real? 'Remember what I said earlier?' No. Joe don't need to remember whatever the fuck you whispered in his ear while going at it," Ja'marr said with a disgusted look on his face.

"That's not what I-...you know what? Never mind," you said while throwing your hands up and turning around to open the door to the staircase, a smile tugging at your lips as you heard Ja'marr and Joe laugh behind you while you closed the door behind you and slowly made your way down the stairs.

"Man, yall are really something," Ja'marr said when he walked back over to Joe's doorstep.

"What do you expect me to do," Joe shrugged. "I've been after her for 9 years. Let me have my fun with my girlfriend,".

"Have fun, but don't have too much fun," Ja'marr laughed as he patted Joe's shoulder and walked back to his room.

"That's considered too much fun? Please," Joe whispered to himself while turning around and going back into his room. "We're just getting started," he said with a content grin on his face.

--The End--

[twiishaa]

AHH a late congratulations on 100 !!! i’ll bring my fluffy socks! i’m in the mood for a romcom but it’s up to you which one… and maybe we could bake some cookies and do face masks after. and not to sound down bad but i’m only coming if sugawara’s there (post-time skip? but idm)

sorry it took me so long to send one in i thought i did alr 🤦‍♀️ 

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— 7am, the usual morning lineup

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ sugawara x reader, wc 983 ; warnings first time writing suga so very ooc

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 MORNINGS in the cafe weren’t so bad for you— only a few people came in and out, mornings had always been slow. but today was a little different; a new face had entered, someone you hadn’t seen before. it was a man— presumably your age— taller than you but the way he carried himself was soft and welcoming; just from the few seconds he had entered for, you felt the air around you getting warmer.

“hi, sorry. are you open yet?” his voice came out a little breathy, as he messed with his hair, pulling at the sides lightly. it was a light greyish-silver, and it piqued your interest.

“oh— no! people don’t usually come in the mornings, that’s all. what can i get you?” you replied, checking the time.

“just an americano please. to stay, please,” the man sat down at the counter as you started preparing his order.

“so, are you new around here? i’ve never seen you before,” you said over the mechanical sounds of the coffee machine.

“i’m not new, per se, but this is my first time in the area. i’m sugawara koushi— nice to meet you.” it was just you and him in the cafe as of now, since the morning rush hour hadn’t started yet. the streets outside were quiet too, the occasional person walking past filling the silence with their footsteps.

“[name].” your reply was a little more cold than you’d have liked it to be.

there was something inside of you, starting to set light— curiosity maybe, or even the start of a crush— but it urged you to want to know more about the mysterious guy you were serving coffee to at 7am in the morning.

“what do you do? i’m guessing this is your morning coffee before your job,” trying to lighten the mood after before, you laughed a little and slid the fresh americano across the counter to him.

“i’m a primary school teacher, in the school near here.” suga said, warming his hands on the cup.

no wonder he had such a comforting presence about him.

“oh, so you like kids?” you asked, preoccupied.

suga blinked; you realised what you’d just said.

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that, oh my god! i meant like, do you-”

suga let out a laugh. “i know what you mean, don’t worry.”

you laughed alongside him. his laugh was warm and mellow— you liked it.

“i like working with kids, i think they’re really fun and unpredictable,” he took a small sip from his drink.

“woah— this is good. like, the best coffee i’ve had.”

“oh, you don’t mean that. it’s just early and you’re caffeine deprived,” chucking, you quipped.

still warming his hands on the mug, suga looked at you, your back turned to him. “think what you want— i mean it, though.”

and so started you and suga’s little friendship.

—

over time, though, your friendship started testing the border between friends and lovers, the line already thin and blurred.

suga started coming to the cafe every morning, before his day started, to sit and have a conversation with you.

but today, he hadn’t come in the morning. it was well past 7am, but the cafe was still empty, silence filled with the clock softly ticking in the background. out of boredom, you focused on the small crumbs next to the cookie display. maybe he’d grown tired of you?

like that, an hour or so passed. no sign of suga, or anyone coming— no one did come, not until rush hour.

and even then, it wasn’t him.

—

the cafe was less than an few minutes to closing time, but something in you felt hesitant to locking up just yet.

maybe it was that your favourite regular, sugawara koushi hadn’t come yet. still waiting at the counter, you decided to prep some dough for tomorrow’s bread— at least that would take your mind off him.

it wasn’t until 30 minutes after you officially closed, at 7:30pm, that suga finally came through the door, his hair messy and his figure leaning slightly on the wall. your eyes lit up at his sight.

“sorry i’m late, and that i didn’t come this morning. i didn’t know you were open till this late?” suga asked, his breaths shallow. somehow, he still looked good.

“well, technically i closed 30 minutes ago, but it’s okay!” you said, putting the dough in the fridge.

suga looked apologetic, and it showed through his voice. slowly, he walked toward the counter.

“i’m really sorry about this morning, i wanted to come but then things got so busy— see, my class had a recital this evening, and there were some last-minute changes.. but you must’ve been waiting a long time this morning, i’m sorry.”

the genuineness in suga’s expression made something click in you. “i’d keep the cafe open for you, koushi,” you said, tailing off at the end. his expression changed from a guilty one to one more delicate— adoration, and love.

“i could literally kiss you.” he only registered what he said a few seconds after, a delayed blush making its way to his face.

“wait no i don’t mean that! oh my god,” he stuttered. “aw, i was starting to think you were being for real,” turning around, you went back to cleaning the dishes from the day.

“i mean… i can mean it if you want?”

you stepped out from behind the counter and planted yourself in front of him, looking up at his flustered expression.

“now you’re just being confusing,” you giggled.

suga sighed— partly in frustration, partly in contentedness. “i could literally kiss you right now— don’t test my limits.” he repeated, firmer this time.

using his shoulders as leverage, you got on your tiptoes and left a chaste kiss on his lips.

“there. happy?” still giggling, you walked back to the counter.

“very.”

note sorry this is like years late may i hope you like it also can i be resident cafe au girlie now

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[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Training Part 2

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers type. You and Gibbs never got along, and luckily you never really had to work with each other…until now.

Part 1

It was entirely too early in the morning when you walked through the NCIS squad room with Fornell in front of you.

"Woah. Rough night Agent L/N?" DiNozzo jabbed, instantly pressing all the wrong buttons. You decided to bite your tongue this time and ignore him before seeing an opportunity to get back at him. As he handed some papers to McGee, you swiftly stole his seat and leaned back in it exaggeratively, while sipping on your fresh cup of coffee.

"Ha ha Agent L/N. Now get out of my seat."

"Make me Agent DiNozzo." You stared him down as his colleagues and Fornell watched, wondering what was going to happen next. He chuckled to himself and turned around as Gibbs walked in.

"Gibbs. Tell her to get out of my seat," he practically whined, making you snicker.

"Daddy Gibbs isn't going to help you DiNozzo," you ridiculed, catching the eye of said Agent as he took a seat at his desk. Choosing to give up, DiNozzo went to sit on the edge of Agent Bishop's desk. She didn't look too thrilled about it but didn't say anything.

"So you two interrogated Ramos and got a name, right?" Fornell asked, bringing the conversation to work.

"He's not talking. As soon as we brought up our Petty Officer, he closed up tighter than a clam," McGee answered.

"Let me at him. I'll get him talking," you offered, causing DiNozzo to snort.

"Well if we need you to shoot him, you'll be the first to know," he quipped.

You were about to snap on him but Gibbs saved his ass again by inturrupting.

"Fine. Agent L/N, you're with me. Tobias, Abby will fill you in on evidence findings we collected from the crime scene."

You left DiNozzo's chair and waited as Gibbs grabbed his gun and badge from the desk drawer.

"What about us, boss?" DiNozzo bellyached.

"You keep doing what you were doing DiNozzo. We'll be back."

As you passed the tall Agent, you made sure to give him a small shoulder check, silently laughing to yourself as he made a face. Maybe working with NCIS wasn't so bad. It was definitely entertaining.

- - - -

The drive to the bar you knew Ramos to frequent was quiet as neither one of you had anything to say. You turned the radio on to a pop station but it was shut off by Gibbs, making you huff and send him a glare.

Both you and Gibbs walked into the musty smelling bar and you immediately spotted Ramos sitting at a booth, back to you, drinking a pint of beer.

"What is your plan?" Gibbs asked, stopping you.

"Too do the job that your agents failed to do."

He sighed in annoyance as you led the way, sliding in to take a seat right next to Ramos as Gibbs sat across from him. Before he had a chance to leave, you pulled out your badge and showed him discreetly.

"Hey Ramos. I'm with the FBI and I believe you already know Agent Gibbs."

"I don't know what you plan on asking me that you haven't already. I don't know anything, remember?" he spoke confidently while taking a sip of his drink.

You looked over at Gibbs who just sat there, stoic expression on his face. Scooting in closer to Ramos, you leaned in by his ear as he visibly became uncomfortable.

"Oh I haven't interrogated you yet Ramos. See, Gibbs and his lackeys do it all by the book. Bring you in, sit you down in a room and ask a bunch of questions, then let you go. I prefer the simpler way. You come to this bar every Friday around 5pm, after working at the gas station. You play in their little pool tournament every month, and even have your picture posted up on the wall as champion. No, I'm not going to interrogate you. I'm gonna ask one question and if you cant answer said question, I'm gonna let everyone in this bar know that you're an official informant for the FBI. I could probably bet that there are a few questionable individuals here that would hate to hear that information, don't you think?"

A couple second went by as you waited for him to break. He licked his lips nervously, confidence now completely gone and his eyes looked to Gibbs who just shrugged.

"She doesn't work for me. I can't tell her what to do."

Another few seconds went by and you moved to stand up, but Ramos' hand shot out to stop you.

"Alright, alright. What do you want to know?"

You smirked and gave Agent Gibbs an arrogant wink.

"Tell me everything you know about the death of Petty Officer Killbourne. And please, the more details the better."

- - - -

Once you left the bar and got into the car, Gibbs laid into you.

"That's not the way you should've handled it in there."

"Oh yeah? Because your way was getting us soo far."

"We don't threaten people for answers Agent L/N. You can't be so negligent."

If he thought that was being negligent, he was delusional. You didn't do anything wrong and you actually got a lead on your case, something Gibbs couldn't say the same for himself.

"Negligent?! First of all Gibbs, it wasn't a threat. Second of all, my "negligence" got us a very important lead that will now help us continue our investigation and bring down this asshole. You might not like the way I do things but you're just gonna have to suck it up because I'm here until this is done."

He didn't reply back, but just started the car and drove back to the Navy Yard, you practically jumping out of the car once he parked. In the squad room, you didn't bother waiting for him before debriefing the team on your findings and talking with Fornell about arranging a sting operation. The rest of the day, you stayed as far from the silver haired agent as you could, only giving him one worded answers, if any, when he asked you a question.

He seemed to have the same mindset, acting as if you weren't there, never looking you in the eye, just in your direction. The entire team, including Fornell were uneasy but you weren't backing down.

It wasn't until you found out that Gibbs had his team follow a lead without looping you in that you lost it. The next time you saw him, he was getting into the elevator and you made damn sure to get there before it closed.

He visibly made a face of annoyance once you joined him and the doors shut behind you.

"Why wasn't I or Fornell informed about your team finding another lead?"

"I told Fornell," he answered presumptuously, not looking at you.

"Yeah, after you had McGee and Torres meet with our suspects dealers. Listen, if this is some pissing match to you-

He leaned over, flicking the emergency stop switch, causing the elevator to abruptly stop and closed in on you.

"This is about a dead Marine, Agent L/N. I'm not here to impress anyone, especially the FBI. If you want in on our investigation and leads, than start acting like a Federal Agent and less like an immature probie."

As he had you cornered, you finally saw the look that everyone talked about. The stare that could get even the hardest of criminals spilling the beans. But in that moment, you weren't scared. No, you were turned on.

You glanced away from his burning blue eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.

"And stop doing that," he warned.

"Doing what?"

He took a step closer, successfully trapping you against the wall and leaned in to growl in your ear.

"You know what you're doing Agent. I could feel how needy you were for me in the training room just like how I can feel it now. Do you do this with every agency you work with?"

Your breath got caught in your throat at his words and couldn't help but egg it on. You looked up at him as you let your fingers trail along his beltline, dangerously close to where you really wanted to touch.

"No, just you, funny enough," you whispered.

He reached up and gently grabbed your chin, brushing his thumb across your slightly open bottom lip. Your heart was racing as the tension continued to build.

"This is completely unprofessional," he stated, making you smirk.

"Than do something about it, Agent Gibbs."

He leaned in closer as if to kiss you but stopped and dropped his hand, backing off and flipping the emergency switch back on. You stood up straighter and took a breath, trying not to look like you weren't about to just get fucked in the elevator as Gibbs shifted his stance.

It did nothing to hide the obvious bulge in his pants and you smiled to yourself. Once the elevator doors opened to the Lab floor, you watched as he made a hard left turn for the bathroom as you continued on to Abby.

"Hey Gibbs- Oh, you're not Gibbs," she said, surprised.

"No, but he's right behind me. A little too much coffee I think," you hinted, making her smile.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Well, until he joins us, I'll just go over the new information I gathered about the murder weapon."

You listened to Abby talk and Gibbs joined a few minutes later, standing a bit closer to you than usual.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 9

chapter warnings: none?

this is a little all over the place which i apologise for but i mentioned a couple posts ago that when i was writing this i didn't have any intention of posting it so i've been going through and adding things in to make it better essentially, and this is one of those chapters that i've had to just close my eyes and press post as rereading this for the first time felt like a fever dream... but as i've said i just want this story to just be fun :)

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“That’s cool, I didn’t really expect anything in the first place. I like you too, quite a lot, but I’ve been in situations like this before and it’s taken a lot to come back from it, so I’m sorry but I don’t think I can. I’m sorry. Sweet dreams x”

You saw Vinny’s text when you woke up bright and early to your alarm at 6am, you felt your heart sink but you respected his decision. You sighed, getting out of bed with a yawn, going to brush your teeth and have a think about what to say in your reply to him.

However, as you were in the bathroom, you heard your phone vibrating on your bed. As you rush to rinse your toothbrush off, you pick your phone back up to see it was Bryan. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked, “We invited you to dinner last night but we didn’t hear from you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead or anything.”

“No, I’m still very much alive, I just wasn't feeling too well,” you chuckled, “What time do we have to be out of here this morning?”

“We’ve not got to be out for hours, but we're aiming to be out at 9 so we have some time to spare, so meet us by the bus just before?”

“Okay, great. I better go and take a shower and pack back up again.” You said, looking around your room at the mess you and Angela had made whilst searching for an outfit for your ‘date’ with Vinny. 

Which reminded you, you still needed to text him back. 

“I’ll let you go and sort everything out, I’ll text you just before we leave our rooms, we'll meet you by the front desk.”

“Okay sure, thank you, bye!”

“Bye!” 

As soon as you hung up, you went straight to Vin’s message and started typing your reply.

“That’s okay, I respect that and I’m sorry, I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship. See you later :)”

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You had been sat on the bus for almost two hours, and you still had an hour to go before you got to the next venue. You were staring out of the window sitting next to Folio, who was shopping for some new fishing gear on his laptop, whilst the other guys were all playing something on Matt’s Xbox that they plugged into the tv. 

“Folio, can I ask you something kinda strange?” You asked, crossing your legs as you tilted your head. 

“Sure,” he smiled, looking up from his screen, “Ask away, what’s up?”

“Does weed ever make you horny?”

Nick didn’t know what to expect when you asked to ask him a 'kinda strange' question, but it certainly wasn’t that. He furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging open, you had left him speechless. 

“Uh… Why are you asking?” He seemed perplexed, as far as he knew you had never smoked before. 

“Oh, I just saw this tweet, that's all. I didn’t know if it was serious or not.”

“Oh,” he laughed, “Well I guess I could see how that could work… But personally I’ve never uh, never had that happen to me before.”

“I guess you only smoke with guys,” you chuckled, “Not that it’s bad to be horny around the guys!”

“Woah!” Noah gasped, freezing on his way to the bathroom as he caught what you were saying, “What are we talking about? All I heard was being horny around the guys?!” 

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked up at him. 

“I was just asking Folio something. Are we almost there yet?”

“Okay I do not want to know what you asked him! But yeah, I thought traffic would be pretty bad today but it’s not really. We should be there pretty soon.” He says, excusing himself to go and pee.

"I was thinking about starting a youtube," Nicholas announces, "I think what Ricky does is pretty cool-"

"Hell no!" Matt laughs, "I am not having a camera shoved in my face all day."

"I just thought it would be a cool way to connect with the fans," Ruffilo adds, "I just don't know what kind of equipment I'd need or where to even start."

"I could help..." You suggest, and you notice all the guys- except Nicholas- glaring at you, their eyes almost twitching, "Maybe we could try and vlog today to see how it goes?"

"That would be awesome," he smiles, "Thanks y/n."

"No problem." You grin, watching the horror on all the guys faces, trying not to chuckle to yourself.

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Whilst the equipment was being taken into the venue, the guys from both bands were all stood together in three groups: Ryan, Ricky, Vinny, Folio and Jolly; Justin, Nicholas, Noah, Bryan and you, whilst Chris was on a call in the bus, and Matt was helping move things. 

As the group you were with were discussing a movie that all wanted to see when it comes out in theatres, you can’t help but listen into the others’ conversation. 

“So, Vin, what did you get up to last night?” Ryan asked with a smirk, blowing out a cloud of smoke from his vape. 

“I went out for dinner with an old friend, I don’t think I’ve seen him in about six years so it was great to catch up.” 

“Oh, ‘him’?” Ryan grinned, as the other guys looked in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” Vinny asked, shaking his head.

“Well, last night I asked for the keys to the bus so I could see if I left my vape in there because my other one died, and I was told you had the keys. I came to yours and Rick’s room and he said you were out with a friend, so I went to the bus anyway and all I could hear was ‘oh Vinny! Right there Vinny! Oh Vinny I’m gonna cum!’” He laughed as he mocked your voice, “So who was this ‘friend’?” 

“You don’t know her.” Vinny said, bluntly, looking down at his feet.

“Was it Amy again?” Ricky asked, “I know she’s a stoner and Chris said the driver complained that the bus stank of weed this morning.”

“No, it wasn’t. She’s in California anyway.” Vinny sighs, “look, you don’t know her okay, and it was a mistake. She’d never smoked before and we got high and one thing led to another…”

As he said that, you watched as something clicked in Folio’s brain as he came to a realisation and his head snapped up before looking over at you, catching your eye. You quickly looked away, taking a breath before approaching Nicholas.

"So Nick, I have my spare camera with me if you'd like to borrow that for your vlogs?"

"Really?" He smiled, putting out his cigarette, "That would be great, thank you!"

And so you spent the next hour teaching him how to use your camera for videoing, and he was a pretty quick learner. You stood with him during soundcheck as he spoke into the camera, the other guys trying to stay away from him as much as they could, but Folio couldn't get away too quickly.

"So, tell me about the tour." Nicholas smiled behind the camera, recording Folio as he sat as his drums. You sat by them, working on your laptop, editing pictures and thinking of different shots you wanted to get tonight.

"Uh, it's gonna be awesome! We're playing at some places we've never been before, we're joined by the greatest people we could ever tour with-"

"Noah!" Ruffilo quickly interrupts Nick as he turns the camera to Noah, who crossed his arms and let out a long sigh, "Do you have a tour update for us?"

"Well, I can tell you tonight's shows gonna be sick, Matt's insanely good at his job," he clapped his hands together as he thought, "I don't know what else to say..."

"You guys really suck, y'know that." Nicholas said as he put the camera down. "We used to be youtubers, man, what happened?"

"I wouldn't say that." Noah laughed.

"Why don't you just talk to the camera," a familiar voice suggested from behind you, causing you to tense up, you hadn't spoken to him at all today, and the thought alone made you feel nervous, "That's what Rick does most of the time. I think it's quite wholesome..."

Vinny was checking out what Folio was doing as he set up his drums, testing them with his drum tech to make sure they sounded alright and everything was as it should be. Yet he didn't acknowledge you at all, which made you feel even worse about the situation.

Instead of listening to him talk to Folio, unable to look away from his arms as he reached out to help Nick make sure his snare was in place or something, you decided to be a good friend.

"I'll give you an update, I feel like I need to introduce myself to you guys' fans anyway."

"That's such a good idea," Nicholas' eyes widened, it was almost as if you could see a lightbulb above his head in that moment. You watched as he switched the camera back on, "So on this tour, you might see a new face running around the stage, this is y/n!" He turned the camera to you and you smiled, "Why don't you tell them a bit about yourself."

You tried to push through the awkwardness of speaking to a camera, and nodded your head, this was your idea after all.

"So, I'm y/n, I'm a friend of Bryan's and I'm a photographer. It's been my dream for years now to be a touring photographer for bands, so I'm so happy to be here and to be working with my best friend! However, I'm actually Motionless in White's photographer for the first few shows, but after that I'll be up there getting some cool pictures of Bad Omens." You grinned, not knowing what else to say.

"Hey, Vinny!" Nicholas pointed the camera back to the drums, zooming in on Vin, "How was she?"

"What?" Vinny's eyes filled with horror, furrowing his eyebrows as he shook his head in confusion, and Folio clocked this too, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Y/n, on the first show of the tour, how was she?"

"Oh, um... Good, I guess. I dunno, I wasn't really paying any attention."

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As the guys went over things one last time in soundcheck, you sat outside with Angela as she took a puff of her vape. She had only got here about twenty minutes ago, and you had been stuck to her side. Vinny hadn’t spoken to you all day, and all that kept playing in your head was the moment he told the guys by the bus that ‘it was a mistake.’ You desperately wanted to know if he meant that, or if he was just saying it to get the guys off his back. 

“What’s up?” Angela asked suddenly, “You’ve been pretty quiet... bad date last night?”

“That’s one way of describing it.”

“What happened?” She asked, eager to know. 

“The restaurant was shut so we got a pizza and watched a movie on the bus. I got high for the first time and then… We did something we shouldn’t have.” 

“You fucked?!” She almost shouted. 

“Shhh! Yes, but Ryan heard us from outside. He doesn’t know it was me, and I don’t think Vin would tell him. But I told Vinny when I was back in my room that I don’t want to commit to anything right now as I still don’t know how I’m feeling and I think it upset him.”

“Why? What makes you think that?” She frowned. 

“He's been off with me all day, he hasn't spoken to me at all and when Ruff asked him a question about me he gave him the bleakest answer he could, and then last night- Wait I’ll show you the texts.” You said, reaching in your pocket for your phone. 

“Dang,” she whispered as she read what Vin said, “Y'know, he has been hurt in the past, he’s just protecting himself, honey.” She says, wrapping an arm around you, hugging you from the side and your knees touch as you both sat on the cold stone step outside. 

“I know,” you sigh, “I just feel so shitty for upsetting him like that. And he hasn’t spoken to me all day, I'm just worried I've fucked everything up, all because I wanted to be honest with him!” You groan, resting your head on her shoulder as you try to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Hey, don’t get upset, I know Vin and I know he'll get over it! Look, we still have half an hour or so before I start working on their faces,” she smiled, “Why don’t we go and get donuts? If we’re feeling kind we can bring some back for the guys- heavy on the if.” 

“That sounds great.” You smiled, and Angela took your hand as you both stood up. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Guess what we’ve got!” Angela grinned as she set the box down on the table backstage.

“Where’s Chris? I made sure we got some vegan ones for you too, they look even better than ours!” You smiled, handing him the paper bag. 

“Thank you so much! They look delicious!” Chris gasped as he took the bag from you, watching as the rest of the guys fought over which ones they wanted. 

“Hey, y/n, can I talk to you quickly?” Folio asked, nodding his head towards the door as if to say in private. 

You followed him out and asked him what he wanted.

“I just don’t think it’s a coincidence.” He says.

“What?” 

“Don’t do this to me, y/n. I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What?!”

“Last night you weren’t picking up your phone, Noah was knocking at your room but you weren’t answering. Then this morning you ask if weed makes you horny? Then, it turns out Vinny also went missing, he was caught having sex in the bus and- to only confirm my suspicions- the girl he was with had never smoked before. Not to mention his face when Ruff asked him that question earlier.”

“Look, he could’ve been making that up!” 

“You can’t fool me, y/n.” He smiled, shaking his head, “First I catch you and Noah, then Ryan catches you with Vin-”

“It wasn’t me!” 

“Bullshit! Bryan did everything he could to convince the guys for you to join us and so far all you’ve done is take a couple crap pictures and fuck 2 of the guys!” He exclaimed.

“What? I never fucked Noah!” You scoffed.

“So you did fuck Vin?”

“No!” You sigh, your back hitting the wall as you slide down to a crouching position. “Nick, what is this all about? I thought we were friends, why are you doing this to me?”

“I care about my band and our reputation. I care about my friends.”

“And now you don’t care about me? I thought we were friends? Now you hate me all of a sudden? This doesn't make sense?”

Folio paused, shaking his head. 

“Hey, look, I don’t hate you, y/n. I’m sorry if I worded that wrong. I’ve just had the worst fucking year of my life, ever since my girlfriend left, and seeing you mess around with these guys hurts because I don’t want them to feel a fraction of the way I have.”

“Oh, Nick,” you frowned, “Look, it’s not my intention to fuck around, I mean it. It’s just… Can I be really honest with you? And I mean pinky promise kind of honest, you won't tell the guys?”

“Always.” He said, holding his pinky finger out to you.

“I really like Noah, I think I always have, but sometimes he gives me the impression he doesn’t feel the same way. But then that night at the club when I met Vinny I feel like we instantly clicked. I feel like I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. He got upset when he found out what me and Noah got up to that night, and I told him that there's nothing between me and Noah, y'know, I told him we aren't exclusive or anything. So he asked me on a date, it kinda didn’t go to plan and yes, I fucked Vinny on the bus last night, and then I also fucked everything up between us by telling him I just want to have fun whilst we're on tour and not have to be tied down to one guy, I don't care how that makes me sound! I like Noah and Vinny, Vinny knows I like Noah, but Noah has no idea about Vin and-” 

“You’re in quite a predicament,” Nick sighs, pressing his lips together, “Have you talked to Noah about that night, the two of you on the bus?”

“No, we sort of just pretended like it never happened.”

“I think you need to talk to him, y/n.”

“Talk to who? What’s going on?” Noah asked, standing by the door, “I wondered where you guys got to.” 

“Can I talk to you, Noah?" You ask as Folio gives you a smile and slips past you back into the room. 

“Of course, what’s up?” He asks, shutting the door behind Nick as he followed you over to the end of the hallway, making sure nobody else heard what you were about to talk about. 

“I… What are we, Noah?" You blurted it out, afraid to even look up at him, "I can’t keep pretending like there’s nothing going on between us.” 

“Whatever you want us to be.” Noah says, noticing how upset you had gotten. He puts a hand out to you and pulls you up. “Is this all that’s bothering you?”

You nod your head, wiping the tears away from your eyes. 

“I really like you Noah, but whilst we're on tour to commit to anything. How would it look if Bad Omens suddenly have this new photographer then it comes out that she's with the lead singer, everyone will hate me, especially your fans, other bands won't take me seriously, I might not get booked if they think you're the reason I got a way in, they'll think I'm just doing it to get to you, do you see where I'm coming from?” As you finish rambling, Noah nods his head.

“I do, and it's a shame you have to think like that, but if it's something that's going to put our careers at risk then we have to put that first for now," he says, brushing your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, “We can just keep things casual, helping each other out when we need it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was so pretty up close, you were more than jealous. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled, looking up at him. 

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Noah’s hand raised to your chin, his finger pulling your face up for him to capture your lips with his own as he leaned down, his other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you hesitantly arms wrapped around his neck.

As you kissed you thought about how his lips felt on yours, and how the warm feeling was growing in your stomach, similar to how you felt with Vinny last night. However with Vinny, that warm feeling was replaced by electricity, adrenaline, it made you want to come back for more. It was addictive, whereas Noah felt safe, homely even. However, the moment was quickly over as you opened your eyes, suddenly spotting Vinny stood by the door, his face paled as he quickly turned back around, before you could even push away from Noah. 

“Sorry,” Noah apologised as you shoved him off of you, “Shit!”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I was into it, wanted it! It’s just I really need to pee! Pre-show nerves!” You laughed nervously, running off to the bathroom. 

You locked yourself in a stall and finally allowed yourself to breathe before quickly sent a text to Angela asking if she could come and talk, but she didn’t see it, you assumed she was doing the guys’ makeup. You checked the time on your phone, knowing that Motionless were set to go on at 6, so if you waited a little while you could hopefully avoid Vinny and the terrible guilt you’d feel in his presence and then rush out on to the stage with your camera.

When your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked to see a text from Matt. 

“Is everything okay? Noah said you ran off to the bathroom all of a sudden.” 

“Need a tampon or something? I could go and get some?” 

You laughed at Matt’s text, but found it quite wholesome that he was willing to do that. 

“No, I'm okay!” You replied, followed by, 

“Have miw gone out yet?”

“Yeah they just went on, you better run out there!”

“Vinny was asking about you.”

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don’t worry team vinny we will be so back in a couple chapters!! <3

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[according2thelore]

I was rereading that small snippet you wrote where es!Dean comes to ls!Sam one night because he can't sleep, and ls!Sam thinks he's back in the cage. And UGH, it still kills me. But anyway, I was wondering.

Do you think es!Dean would go to es!Sam that night or the next day at all? Just because he needs to see his own Sam, a younger Sam, a Sam he knows front to back? I like to imagine he'd go to es!Sam that night and wake him up, and es!Sam looks at him all annoyed for waking him up and is about to start telling him off, but then he sees how startled es!Dean looks and just asks what's wrong instead. And listen I'm a sucker for them being soft so I just like the idea of Sam letting Dean hold him or something, because this Sam isn't hurt like that yet, and dean feels like he can still protect him here. Like a parent holding their kid whose already an adult, but who got hurt, and they just need to hold them. Because that's still their baby, and it hurts them deeply that their baby got hurt at all.

Same goes for es!Sam seeing the was ls!Dean has changed post hell and how he acts differently or has his own triggers. Id love to hear how you think he'd react to accidentally triggering ls!Dean in some way. And, again, if he would go to his own deans afterwards as some sort of comfort. He knows es!Dean, he understands him, he's not driving blind with his Dean. Maybe he would hug Dean or just sit with him that night or something, because Dean is supposed to be fearless and his protector, his big cool strong brother, but ls!Dean is different too. And he just wants that reassurance from his own dean, that this is still the Dean he knows. The boy who raised him and held him.

I just love the idea of them disregarding their whole "no chick flick moments" when it comes to seeing versions of themselves who are actually very distressed, and just going to each other's rooms and being with(holding) each other.

Give me that hurt/comfort babyyyyy lol

Seriously though, would love to hear your thoughts!

hi, ari! <3 (the ficlet ari is referring to!)

AHHHHH as usual this is BEAUTIFULLY PUT!!!!

absoLUTELY! i think LS!Dean probably kicks ES!Dean awake the next morning and tells him that he should leave first, and sneak back into his and ES!Sam's room before ES!Sam can put two and two together on where he spent the night.

when dean stops and looks back at older sam and dean on the bed, older sam's arm is laying on the bed where young dean used to be. his brow is slightly furrowed, and he makes a small noise when older dean pulls him closer around the waist. dean notices older sam's wrinkles and the thin, silvery lines of scars peeking underneath his shorts and above the collar of his shirt.

dean walks numbly back to his and sam's room and stares at sam--young sam, his sam--sleeping for a long time, standing in their doorway. he looks like a child compared to the haunted man he left behind. his mouth pouts slightly out like he's done since he was a toddler, face mashed right into dean's shoulder blades.

it's early--probably close to five or six--and dean knows it comes from years of living in each other's pockets and being so aware of each other in a room that they can find each other with their eyes closed, that has sam making a soft, sleepy almost-coo and raising his head. he blinks a dean in the doorway.

"the hell are you doing?" sam asks, gruff and choked thick. dean can't speak for a long moment, chest so tight that it hurts to breathe. sam scowls. he clears his throat. "seriously, man. why the hell are you starin'?"

it's not until dean steps closer that sam sobers, eyebrows pulling together and drawing up in concern. dean has watched this exact expression form a million times, in a million different ways, in a million different contexts. since sam was old enough to be concerned about him.

"woah, dean. what--" he sits up, limbs sleep-slow and clumsy. "are you okay?" dean doesn't know what facial expression he's making, so he looks away when he sits down on the side of sam's bed. he doesn't bother turning on the light, knowing that when he does, something here will snap and break and force dean back into his own bed or out into the hallway. banishing him like a ghost after their tie to humanity has turned to ash.

"i--" dean has to clear his own throat, something thick and uncomfortable making his first syllable come out as a croak. "nothing. dream, i think."

it felt like a dream, older sam's eyes wide and scared in the dark, the violence he wrought on his body as a reach for clarity. knowing that this body in front of him--the one he knows as much as his own, wants to protect more than his own--will only contain a fraction of the wounds he'll incur.

the warmth of sam's body, after, the strong arm that dean's older self let drape over dean's own hip, pressing both him and sam to his body like they were owned.

sam shifts in his sheets, tucking his legs up to let dean get more comfortable on top of the bed, but dean doesn't.

"do...do you want to talk about it?" sam asks, stilted, but dean doesn't answer. no. he doesn't.

he finally manages to pull his eyes back up to sam's and greedily swallows the lack of stubble on his cheeks, the lineless eyes, the mole below his eye, the brush of askew bangs against his eyebrows.

this is the man dean knows. this is the body dean loves. this is the home that dean will come to again and again.

slowly, like he's afraid dean will bolt, sam lifts up his covers and lays back down.

"go back to bed." sam says. dismissed, and a little humiliatingly stung, dean stands up quickly, about to--but not ready to--go back to his cold bed. but as soon as dean's weight stops pinning down the sheet, sam's arm slips over and lifts the corner up, flipping it over on itself so a triangle of space on his bed is exposed.

dean doesn't what it is that makes sam do it. pity, maybe. commiseration, possibly. dean has shaken sam awake from many a nightmare in the past six months, visions plaguing sam near-constantly of strangers dying in horrific ways. dean always makes sure his sheets are untucked when he goes back to bed, and sam only took him up on it once, after a vision of a six year old getting their arm ripped off by a werewolf.

dean almost turns around and goes back to his own bed. almost. his skin is buzzing with the need to feel sam's skin, and dean thinks if he goes back to his own bed now, he'll shake apart with it. he doesn't meet sam's eyes when he takes the sheet from sam's outstretched hand and slides into his bed.

sam's eyes are closed when dean finally manages to force himself to lay down, but dean knows from his breathing that he's not asleep. so grateful for sam knowing him so well, so humiliated that his ears burn and his stomach churns, dean's eyes consume sam's sleeping face in the dim light diffusing in from the hallway, the spill of his hair against the pillow, the twitch of his mouth as he begins to fall asleep in earnest. the simultaneous agony and comfort of knowing and being so known makes it hard for dean to fall asleep. when he finally does, he dreams of nothing at all.

when they wake up the next morning, sam's head is tucked underneath his nose, mouth open and breathing wetly against dean's collarbone, the horn of the amulet digging a notch into his cheek. dean's arm is wrapped around his waist. dean pretends to sleep until sam gets up to shower, unable to be the one to break their contact.

~~~

if ES!Sam accidentally triggers LS!Dean, i'm sure it ends with LS!Dean yelling at him or ignoring him in some way, which really shakes ES!Sam up. LS!Dean doesn't tend to be straight-up triggered by a lot in canon in the later seasons, but i imagine if/when he does, it gets pretty explosive, because he tends to bury things down really deep.

at this point, i absolutely see ES!Sam going to sit with ES!Dean--in the chair right next to him or in a place he can stare at him--just to be in his presence. he asks dean about whatever he's doing but doesn't listen to a word, just lets the familiar cadence of his brother's voice put his nerves at ease. he sticks to dean like cling film for a few hours, listening to him talk and bickering with him lightly about whatever comes to mind.

dean has always been strong and unbeatable and definite, and even though sam knows logically--and has seen more than once--dean falls apart and breaks down and needs help rebuilding, it has shaken him to see the depth of it. sam wants him to come to him when he needs help, but whatever LS!Dean through is clearly too powerful for sam. it reaches down into the core of him, and ES!Sam is overwhelmed and terrified about thinking what could even start to chip away at dean's core of self.

ES!Sam might even ask ES!Dean to spar just so he can feel the heft of dean's bones and the way his familiar calluses feel on his skin. he can feel dean's warm hands in his hair, the sharp jut of his forearm against sam's throat. the hands of the boy that picked him up a million times when he fell down, instead of the man that has seen things beyond sam's comprehension. he needs to see the flash of familiar scars--a few that were made shielding sam's body, that sam has been memorizing for years, that sam sewed together with his own hands--as opposed to unfamiliar ones made by enemies dean still dreams about.

i'm sorry this section was shorter--i didn't want this to be 8k words long since i already wrote a 1k ficlet up top lol!

thank you SO much for this ask, ari!! eek! i had a blast thinking about this as per usual. i hope you have a good week! <3

-lizzy [ES/LS verse explanation/masterlist]

[fangirlwriting-stories]

A Summer Decades Ago

Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls, Twenty Seven years before Stanford, Mabel wakes up to find a different kid at her door.

Author's Note: Whoops instead of more uncomplicated reasons to hate Filbrick Pines I think this chapter gives him an infinitely more complex relationship with Mabel than I originally planned that adds a real layer of tragedy to his character which is very much not what I intended when I started this AU

This is gonna have a couple of retcons that if I wrote this as a story in complete before posting definitely would have changed some things earlier on, but that’s not the vibe of this loosely collected group of scenes that I’m posting more or less as I write them because I do what I want, so if you guys could just roll with the retcons that’d be great thanks

Also in this one Mabel is 35 and the portal incident happened five years ago, Filbrick is 15, and Stan and Ford are born in 15 years when Filbrick is 30, making Mabel 50, and 62 when Ford arrives for the summer. Only the first two parts are relevant but that timeline was way too hard to figure out to not say the last parts too.

Masterlist

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It’s early in the summer when Mabel wakes up in the portal room to see a kid on the front door camera.

She figures at first that it’s a kid from town who’s gotten lost, or maybe someone that’s arrived early in the morning (7:00 early?  She doesn’t open until 9), whose parents are right behind him.

Either way, she heads quickly upstairs, where as soon as she shuts the vending machine she can hear the frantic pounding coming from the front door.

“Hold your snadgers, I’m coming,” she calls, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.  When she pulls the front door open, she’s met with a young teenager clearly in the middle of panicking.

“Woah, hey,” Mabel says.  “Are you alright?”  Possible scenarios run through her mind.  The kid doesn’t look amazing, but he’s not banged up enough to be running from any kind of monster.  He doesn’t have enough stuff to justify being here on a vacation and having gotten lost.  In fact, it seems like he just has the clothes on his back.

“I—” the kid looks down at the ground, clenches his hands into fists, and seems to try and brace himself.  “My name is Filbrick.  You’re— you’re my Aunt Mabel, right?”

“Uh… I doubt it?”  ‘Aunt’ implies Dipper is back over here and has a teenage kid, and there are some pretty significant reasons Mabel would know if that was the case.

“Well, not Aunt exactly, I think Dad says you’re like my second cousin or something, but— but he calls you my crazy aunt who lives in the woods, so…”

“Wow, he really knows how to flatter a girl,” Mabel deadpans.  “Are you guys in town?  Did you lose track of him?  I can probably help you find him.”

At that, Filbrick’s breathing starts to quicken, and he shakes his head.  “We— we live in Jersey,” he says weakly.  “He— Dad threw me out.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Mabel asks, eyes widening.

“It was my fault,” Filbrick says, still not meeting Mabel’s eyes.  “I deserved it, I fucked up.  But I don’t have anywhere else to go and I remembered him saying something about my crazy aunt who lives in the woods in Oregon and the people in town said you’re Mabel Pines, so—”

“Woah woah woah,” Mabel says, holding her hands out.  “Kid— Filbrick, right?  Slow down.  First of all, I don’t care what you did, he should not have thrown you out at your age.  What are you, sixteen?”

“Fifteen,” Filbrick says.

“Yeah.  Bullshit move on his part.  Second, you’re from New Jersey?  How did you get here?”

“I hitchhiked,” Filbrick says.  “With a couple people.”

“Wow, so that’s unsafe.  Okay, come in,” Mabel says, waving Filbrick inside and trying to take a deep breath of her own.  This is definitely not what she’d planned on doing this morning.

Filbrick follows her inside, and Mabel leads them both to the kitchen table.  Filbrick still hasn’t looked up from the floor.

“Okay, I wasn’t really planning on company,” Mabel says, heading for the cabinets.  “But I can—”

“I can earn my keep,” Filbrick says quickly.  “You don’t have to feed me or anything, I— I can sleep outside in the— do you have a shed?”

“Stop.  Stop talking,” Mabel says, pinching the bride of her nose.  This is so above her paygrade.  “You are not sleeping outside in a shed, and you do not have to earn your keep.  Jesus, kid.  You’re not even old enough to have a job.”

“Dad says I am,” Filbrick says.  “He says I could work, like, under the table jobs so—”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you should,” Mabel says.  “Kid, you can stay here as long as you need, I— I don’t know if I have a spare bed, but the couch is open.  I’ll have to clean the glitter off of it, but—”

“You don’t need to do that,” Filbrick says.  “Whatever you want to offer is fine.”

“Yeah, I’m cleaning the glitter off of it.  Look, sit down.  Take a deep breath.”

Filbrick sits down at one of the chairs and takes as deep a breath as he can seem to manage, which still sounds pretty panicked.

“It’s okay,” Mabel says, even though it is very much not.  “You’re safe here, alright?  You can stay here until… until whenever you don’t need to anymore.”

It’s a scary thing to say, because she wasn’t planning on any of this half an hour ago, but Filbrick looks scared out of his mind sitting there, and she can’t just toss him out on the streets at fifteen.  That’s younger than she was when she struck out on her own, and she was probably too young to do that, too.

Filbrick doesn’t seem much calmer, but he does nod.  “Thank you,” he says.  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You don’t— you know what, we’ll talk about it later,” Mabel says.  “I’m going to make you some food.  Do you like leftover spaghetti?”

…

Eventually, Mabel lets Filbrick work in the store, because it’s very clear he’s going stir crazy not having anything to do.  He still gives all the money he makes back to Mabel, though, and says he’s already freeloading in her house, and this can just be paying her back for that.  He won’t budge on it no matter what Mabel says.

She lets him work at the cash register, which he’s pretty amazing at, actually.  He’s got a real eye for people trying to steal, and has caught every single one so far, staring them down with a very unimpressed look until they either sheepishly put the craft supplies back, or sheepishly pay for it.  The first time Mabel saw him catch someone, he shouted a man twice his size out the door, yelling that if he wanted to steal, he should be better at it.  Mabel laughed so hard she almost cried.

On slow days, Filbrick spends most of the time staring out the front door, waiting for anyone else to show up.  He doesn’t ever seem comfortable doing anything else, even if Mabel tries to nudge him to get a book, or some supplies, or something fun to do while he’s just sitting there.

For this particular afternoon, however, it’s a good thing, as it’s because he’s just sitting there that Mabel knows something is up when he gasps and stumbles backwards away from the cash register.

“Filbrick?” Mabel asks, stepping away from where she’s restocking supplies.  “Are you okay?”

“What is that?” Filbrick asks.  He points towards the door, and when Mabel turns to look, she sees a fairy floating outside it.

“Oh, that’s Sparkle!  She’s a fairy,” Mabel says.  She heads over towards the cashier and ducks underneath it to get her supply of fairy dust.  She sets the container down on the counter and pulls out the pouch of gold coins she has stashed in with it.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” Mabel says, waving to Filbrick.  She starts over for the door, and Filbrick gets up and follows her, though he hides behind her back, just barely peeking out.

“Hello Sparkle,” Mabel says.  “Is it still three coins, or has it gone up again?”

“Still three,” Sparkle says, sounding relieved to be saying it.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry them if it goes any higher.”

“I’m happy to come out there, you know,” Mabel says, taking the fairy dust and passing the coins over, which Sparkle balances on top of each other like a precarious stack of baked goods.  “You don’t have to come all the way over here.”

“They still don’t trust you enough to let you see the grove,” Sparkle sighs.  “Give it a few years.”  She pauses, and glances behind Mabel, meaning she must have noticed Filbrick.

“Mabel, I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you have a growth,” Sparkle says, pointing at him.

Mabel laughs a little, and glances back at Filbrick, who looks almost petrified, staring at Sparkle.

“This is my… well, technically he’s my cousin, but he’s been calling me Aunt Mabel, so I call him my nephew.  Filbrick, this is Sparkle.  I have a deal with her for fairy dust.  It’s much better than glitter at making sweaters sparkle.”  She winks at Sparkle as she says it, who winks back.

Filbrick doesn’t say anything, and ducks further behind Mabel.

“Hello,” Sparkle says.  Filbrick still doesn’t say anything, and Sparkle laughs.  “You don’t need to be scared,” she says, seeming amused.  “Mabel, I hope all your family aren’t such flutterbugs.”

“I’m not a coward,” Filbrick says, obvious anger in his voice.

“You sure, kid?” Sparkle says with a teasing smile.  “You’re like a hundred times my size, and I’m not scared of you.”

“Hey, go easy on him,” Mabel says.  “I don’t think he’s seen much Gravity Falls weirdness yet.”  She turns to Filbrick with a gentle smile.  “Sometimes things in Gravity Falls are a little… different,” she explains.  “I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell you.  We’ve got some monsters, and magic, and creatures like Sparkle.  You’re gonna see them from time to time.”

Filbrick glares down at the ground and doesn’t say anything else.

“I’ll talk to you later, Sparkle,” she says.  She’ll probably be able to smooth things out easier when Sparkle isn’t here.  “Thanks for the fairy dust.”

“Same time next month,” Sparkle says with a smile as she flies off, balancing her coins expertly.

Mabel shuts the door and turns back to face Filbrick.  “So—”

“I’m not a coward,” Filbrick snaps.

Mabel blinks.  “No, buddy, you’re not,” she says.  “Plenty of people are a little freaked the first time they see stuff like that.  It’s normal.”

Filbrick just turns and storms off towards the back of the house.  Mabel almost goes after him, but maybe he just needs some time to himself to calm down.  Gravity Falls weirdness can be a little hard to swallow at first, after all.  She knows it was for her, when she first discovered it.  She’d practically had a panic attack the first time she saw a gnome.  Filbrick actually handled that really well, in comparison.

…

Several hours after the store closes, Mabel finds Sparkle dead at the edge of the lawn.  She looks like she was squashed under someone’s shoe, and the gold coins are gone.

Mabel asks Filbrick if he saw anything, and he says he’s pretty sure someone was chasing something around in the parking lot earlier.  He says be doesn’t know his name, but he had large puffy white hair.

“That’s Gideon,” Mabel says, gritting her teeth.  “That little— he probably wanted the gold.  God, when I see him next—” she stops with a shaky breath, and drops her head in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she hears Filbrick say.  “I should have told you when I saw it.”

“It’s okay,” Mabel sighs, running her hand through her hair.  “Just— I don’t know how to take her home.  I don’t know where the fairy’s grove is.”  She presses a hand to her mouth and takes as deep a breath as she can manage.

“I’m sure someone will come looking for her,” she says after a second.  “I’ll keep her here.”

So she puts Sparkle on a soft bed of tissues and yarn, the best she can do when she doesn’t know the fairies’ culture surrounding the dead.

Two fairies do come looking for Sparkle the next day, and when Mabel takes them to her, the three of them cry together.  They let Mabel come back to the grove for the funeral.

She wishes it felt like more of a joy to be trusted to do that.

…

It takes a long time, but Mabel does get Filbrick to start coming out of his shell.  She manages to get him to goof off a little while working in the shop after she shows him it’s okay by doing it herself.  He stops looking quite so scared every time she approaches him, and looks at her like she hung the sun in the sky whenever she compliments his work ethic.  He very hesitantly starts asking for things at the store, and different meals for dinner.  She learns his favorite is spaghetti and meatballs, which she suspects has something to do with that being the first thing he ate when he got here, but she’s not going to say anything about it.  They start making it together, and it quickly becomes one of Mabel’s favorite things to do.  She’d never planned on having kids.  She’s starting to wonder if she should.

The night it all goes wrong starts off really well.

They’re closing up the store together, and Filbrick is taking inventory while Mabel counts up their profits for the day.

“And we should probably get more electric blue yarn soon, but other than that we’re good,” Filbrick says, giving a small smile as he walks back over towards the cash register.  He sets the inventory pad down next to the cash Mabel’s counting up.

“Yeah, that electric blue goes fast,” she says.  “It’s a lot of people’s favorite.  I’ll put in an order for some tomorrow.”  She sets the last twenty to the side and writes down their profit for the day.  “Alright, we’re doing pretty good this week.  Keep this up and I’ll take you to see a movie sometime.”

“What movie?” Filbrick asks.  “Because if it’s that unicorn one, I won’t be impressed.  Plus it won’t have nearly enough glitter to satisfy your insane appetite for it.”

“Did you just make a joke, Filbrick?” Mabel asks, turning to face him with a grin.  Filbrick smiles back, and Mabel gasps in mock offense, keeping the joke going.

“Well, that’s it, now we’re definitely seeing the unicorn one,” she says, reaching out and giving Filbrick a noogie.  “No getting out of it now, I’m taking you to see a unicorn movie.”

“No!” Filbrick protests, pushing himself away from Mabel, though she can tell he’s not bothered by it from the giant grin on his face.

Before Mabel can continue teasing him, however, there’s a loud knock on the door.  She turns to see a large gruff looking man standing right outside.  She sighs and starts over, planning on telling whoever’s there that the store is closed for the day, but then from behind her she hears a panicked gasp from Filbrick.

She turns around, intent on asking what’s wrong, when the person outside bangs on the screen door again and yells, “Open up!”

“Alright, hold your snadgers,” Mabel says, walking the rest of the way over.  “I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the—”

“You have my son,” the man says, and Mabel blinks.  Her eyes widen a second later.

“You’re Filbrick’s father,” she realizes.

“You have my son,” the man repeats, no change to his tone.

Mabel looks back at Filbrick, who’s standing ramrod straight in the middle of the room and clearly wants to disappear.  She takes a deep breath and turns back around.

“You kicked your son out of the house,” she says, as evenly as she can manage.  He’s not a small man, and she’s not going to pretend he doesn’t set her nerves on edge a little bit.

“He needed to be taught a lesson.”

“I don’t appreciate your lessons,” Mabel says.  Filbrick makes a small terrified sound behind her, and Mabel clenches her hands into fists.

The man stands up straighter and glowers down at Mabel.  “That,” he says dangerously, “is not for you to decide.  He is my son.”

“He’s fifteen,” Mabel says.  “He wouldn’t make it on the streets.”

“Well, I suppose now we’ll never know, will we?” the man says.  “I’m taking him home.”

Mabel looks back at Filbrick again.  There’s obvious terror in his eyes, and he looks like he’s trying very hard to keep himself from bolting.

Mabel draws herself up taller, turns back to Filbrick’s father, and shakes her head.

That answer does not seem to be appreciated, as he narrows his eyes.  “Girl—”

“Don’t call me that,” Mabel snaps.

“I’ll call you whatever I want.  If you try to keep my son from me, I’ll press charges.  You can find out how you do behind bars.”

Almost involuntarily, Mabel’s eyes drift towards the vending machine.  Partway there, her gaze lands on Filbrick again.  He’s grabbed onto the desk to try and stop his hands from shaking, but they still are, and obviously.

“Filbrick, go clean up the dishes in the kitchen,” Mabel says.

“You will go nowhere, boy,” his father snaps, and Filbrick gaze snaps to him.

“Don’t—” Mabel starts, turning back around to glare, but before she can continue, she feels the familiar sting of a smack across the face.

Mabel clenches her hands into fists and stares the man down, trying not to show how afraid she is, for her and for Filbrick.

He does not seem to like her defiance, and Mabel puts up an arm to block his fist a second before it hits her face, though it doesn’t really do much in terms of minimizing the impact.  She grimaces but holds herself there.

“Touch me again and I will press charges,” she says lowly.

“You think you can take me on?” the man asks, giving an amused smile with a cruel curl to it.  “I’d like to see you—”

“No!” comes a sudden voice, and before Mabel can turn around Filbrick is shoving himself in between her and his father.  “No, please, just— I’ll go home, just don’t hurt her!”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says, reaching out for him.  Filbrick smacks her hand away.

His father gives him an unimpressed look, and Filbrick can’t keep looking at him after a second, dropping his gaze and clenching his shaking hands into fists.

“Stop shaking, you sniveling coward,” his father says, which, predictably, does not lessen Filbrick’s shaking.

“Filbrick, no—” Mabel starts, reaching for him.  Just before she grasps his arm, a fist swings again at her face, this time too fast for her to stop it.

Mabel feels the rough impact with her face slam her sideways into the edge of the desk.  Her head cracks against it, and she hears Filbrick scream for only a second before the light snaps out.

…

When she wakes up, it’s dark outside, and she’s alone in the house.

…

Mabel fights for months to try and get ahold of Filbrick, or his father, or his mother, in hopes that she might be more help.  She tries to go through Glass Shard’s police force next, but instead finds that Filbrick’s father is one of the officers, which ruins that plan before it can get started.

She tries to get help from someone in Gravity Falls, but no one has anything close to jurisdiction that would be helpful, and finally, she has no choice but to refocus on her store, or risk losing her house.  She throws herself into portal work twice as hard in an attempt to make up for something.  Try to save the other family member she’s failed so completely.  It doesn’t work.  She still doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She hopes in some desperate part of her that Filbrick will seek her out again, but he doesn’t.  In fact, the first time she hears from him again is over a decade later, when she gets a call from a Caryn Pines, saying she found Mabel’s name as the only one in her husband’s address book, and that she wanted someone from his side of the family to be there for the birth of their second child.  Apparently last time, it had been just her side of the family there, and Filbrick hadn’t spoken to anyone and had stood in the corner dead silent.

Mabel gets the address and drives almost two days straight to New Jersey, and upon heading to the pawn shop, finds the baby must have come while she was driving, because there’s a note on the door about the pawn shop being closed and the family being at the hospital.

Mabel gets directions from a nearby gas station and heads there, and upon introducing herself as Mabel Pines, is directed to the maternity ward and the room that Caryn is in.

Upon knocking, she’s greeted by a young boy.

“Hello,” she says.  “I’m Mabel.  Who might you be?”

The boy’s face lights up.  “You’re my Great Aunt Mabel!” he calls happily.  “I’m Shermie!  I’m 7!”

“Well it’s great to meet you, Shermie,” Mabel says, feeling something raw and hopeful in her chest at the fact that Filbrick’s son knows who she is.  “I heard you’ve got a younger sibling now!”

Shermie bounces in obvious excitement, but says, “Nope!”

Mabel blinks, tipping her head in confusion.  “No?”

Shermie bounces a couple more times and announces, “I have two baby brothers!”

Mabel’s eyes widen.  “Two?”

“Yeah!  My Ma had twins, so there’s two of ‘em!”

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Mabel says, a bright grin taking over her face.

“Yeah, come meet ‘em, come meet ‘em!”  Shermie reaches out and grabs her arm, then pulls her into the room.

Laid back on the bed, looking absolutely exhausted, is a woman who must be Caryn.  She’s holding two babies in her arms, one of whom seems perfectly content to lay there and look around, and one who’s screaming his head off, his face bright red.

Mabel’s hands go to her mouth, her heart swelling in her chest.  “Oh my goodness,” she whispers.

“Ma!” Shermie yells over the sound of the one crying, drawing Caryn’s attention.  “Great Aunt Mabel’s here!”

Caryn looks over at Mabel and smiles warmly.  “Oh, thank goodness you made it,” she says, raising her voice just enough to be heard.  “Filbrick is walking my side of the family back to the exit.  I’m a little surprised he’s not back by now, but he’ll be glad to see you when he gets here.  I’m Caryn.  Sorry, but I’m not going to stand up or shake your hand.”

Mabel laughs, starting over towards the bed.  “No, of course,” she says.  “I’m Mabel.  I’m so glad to finally meet you.  I hadn’t heard from Filbrick in such a long time.”  She doesn’t want to ask directly why, especially because she doubts Caryn has the energy for a conversation like that right now.  So instead, she tacks on, “But this is such a wonderful way to reconnect.  Do they have names yet?”

“Well, we were going to name him Stanford if he was a boy, but we didn’t really have two names picked out,” Caryn says.  “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

Mabel settles down in the chair next to the bed, and Shermie runs over to sit down on the couch by the window, happily swinging his feet.

“Would you like a break from holding them?” Mabel asks, and sees instant relief pass over Caryn’s face.

“Oh, yes please,” she says.  “Filbrick’s been busy running around, I’ve had them all morning.”

Mabel takes the calmer baby first, and takes a moment to rock him back and forth before taking the one who’s still yelling his lungs out.

“Well you have got a lot to say, don’t ya?” Mabel says, doing her best to rock him while holding onto him and his brother both.  It works enough that he stops wailing quite so loudly, at least.

Shermie hops up from the couch and runs over to stand in front of Mabel.

“Can I try to rock him so he calms down?” he asks, looking up at her with a bright grin.

Mabel glances up at Caryn.  She nods.  “If he’s careful.”

“Alright, here, I’ll trade ya,” Mabel says, climbing up and letting Shermie take the chair.  She passes over the fussing baby, and demonstrates with the other how to hold his head and support him.  Shermie gets the hang of it quickly, and then rocks the baby back and forth until he manages to stop crying.

Shermie beams up at Mabel.  “I did it!”

“You did,” Mabel says, smiling back.  “You’re gonna be a good big brother, Shermie, I can tell.”

Shermie bounces a little bit in excitement, before remembering that he’s holding his brother and calming down.

Mabel looks down at the one she’s holding, who’s looking up at her almost curiously, if it’s possible for a baby to be curious.

“That one’s pretty unique, actually,” comes Caryn’s voice.

“Oh?” Mabel asks, turning to her.  “Why’s that?”

Before Caryn can answer, the door at the other end of the room bangs open, and all three of them jump.  The baby in Shermie’s arms starts crying again.

A large man that looks very much like Filbrick’s father had when Mabel met him storms across the room, followed by a nurse who seems to be trying to talk to him.

The man stops when he notices Mabel, then looks at her, eyes narrowed.  “Aunt Mabel.”

Mabel swallows.  “Filbrick,” she says.  A bit of nerves slip into her voice.  She doesn’t have a good track record with family reunions.  “It’s good to see you again.”

Filbrick glares at her for another second, before turning to face Shermie.

Shermie hunches over a little on his seat, holding his baby brother closer, and then pausing to double check that he’s supporting his head.

“Sherman, give me that baby,” Filbrick says.

“Sir,” the nurse behind him says, but Filbrick cuts her off with a very angry gesture.

“Why?” Shermie asks.

“Because this nurse is going to be taking care of him.”

“She’s going to what?” Caryn asks, pushing herself up in bed.  “Filbrick, I thought you were joking!”

“I don’t joke,” Filbrick says, turning to glare at her.

“What’s going on?” Mabel asks, finding herself stepping in between Filbrick and Shermie, and the baby Shermie’s still holding.

“I’m not raising twins,” Filbrick says, turning a firm and angry look to Mabel.  “I didn’t prepare for twins, I didn’t want twins.  And I won’t raise twins.”

“Filbrick,” Caryn says.  She tries to push herself out of bed, only for the nurse to rush forward and hold her down.

“Ma’am, you really shouldn’t get up,” she says, though she keeps looking back at Filbrick.

Filbrick has turned again to face Mabel and Shermie.

“I’m not having an argument about this,” he says.  “Sherman, give me that boy.”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says.  She reaches out with her free hand to hold him back, and though she feels the anger and tension in his stance, she’s not worried he’ll hurt her.  “Calm down.  Let’s talk about this.”  The baby in Mabel’s arms starts to squirm.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Filbrick says, drawing himself up taller.  “Sherman, give me—”

“Hey,” Mabel cuts him off.  “Outside.  We’re having a talk.”

Filbrick’s gaze turns almost murderous, but Mabel stares him down, and after a second, he turns and stalks for the door.

“Woah,” comes Shermie’s tiny voice from behind her.  “How did you do that?”  Mabel turns around and sees him staring up at her in awe.

She turns to look at Caryn, who looks equal parts scared and desperate.

“Here,” Mabel says, passing her the baby in her arms.  “I’ll be right back.”

She turns and walks out before she can get any kind of response.

Filbrick is standing right outside the room, looking very unhappy.  He looks about to speak, but Mabel talks first.

“What is wrong with you?” she asks, crossing her arms.  “You can’t just give up one of your kids.”

“I can’t afford twins,” Filbrick says, crossing his arms right back and glowering down at her.  “Would you have me go bankrupt?”

“Of course not, but there are other options first,” Mabel says.  “You have family that can help you, you can make adjustments.”

“You can’t rely on family long-term,” Filbrick says.  “If you can’t hold your own in this world, people aren’t just going to help you.  A man needs to be able to take care of his own.”

“There’s nothing wrong with needing help,” Mabel counters.  “Look, my store is making pretty good money these days.  I have enough that I can send you some every month if you need it.  You can—”

“I’m not going to take handouts,” Filbrick says, sounding disgusted at the very idea.  “I don’t need anyone’s help to take care of my family.”

“You do if your solution is tearing that family apart,” Mabel says.  She reaches out to try and grasp Filbrick’s arm, but he takes a step back before she gets close.

Mabel takes a steadying breath.  “Listen,” she says.  “Before you got back here, everyone in there was excited about the twins.  Caryn was talking about what to name them and Shermie was overjoyed at the thought of having two little brothers.”

“Caryn is my wife,” Filbrick says coldly.  “And she should know this is my household.  And Shermie is my son.  I decide what’s best for him.”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says, and try as she might, she can’t stop her voice from cracking.

“I won’t have any more said on the matter.  If he was your son I’d let you do as you see fit.  But he’s not.”

Filbrick turns to walk back into the room, and Mabel’s pretty sure her heart’s shattering in her chest.  Her brain won’t stop shoving at her the image of Filbrick on her front porch, desperate and begging for help, and the panic on his face when his father showed up again.  It’s nice to have proof, she supposes.  First Dipper, now Filbrick.  She really can’t save anyone right.

But damn her if she ever stops trying.

“Give him to me then,” Mabel says, just as Filbrick’s hand lands on the doorknob.  He stops, and turns to face her.

“I’ll take him,” Mabel says.  Something bitter in her chest spits out before she can really stop it, “if you really can’t stomach asking for help getting another set of diapers.”

Filbrick turns around and crosses his arms again.  “You don’t want to raise a kid.”

“Don’t tell me what I want,” Mabel snaps.  “You know I’m capable.”

“You don’t want to raise a kid,” Filbrick repeats.  “They suck up all your energy and time and don’t give you anything back.”

“You gave me plenty back,” Mabel says quietly.  “You gave me your company and your companionship.”

Filbrick narrows his eyes.  “Your methods were less than impressive.”

“Well then I guess I’ll have more time to learn with this one,” Mabel says.  “Do you think I can’t do it?”

Filbrick looks at her for a long moment.  Finally, he just turns and walks back inside.  Mabel stays at the door, not quite sure what that means.  After a minute or so of her debating whether or not she should go back in, the door opens and the nurse from before steps out, carrying a baby.  He’s back to fussing and squirming.

“He, um,” the nurse says.  “He told you to take him and leave.”

Mabel takes a shaky breath, and tears well in her eyes as the nurse passes the baby over to her.  Mabel looks down at him, and suddenly the gravity of what she’s just done presses down onto her shoulders.

“Yes, um, ma’am,” Mabel says, looking up just as the nurse is about to walk off.  “Can— is there someone I can talk to about how to raise a baby?”

The nurse looks just as lost as Mabel feels for a second, but nods.  “Come with me,” she says.  Mabel follows her down the hallway.

She casts one last glance at the room behind her, and then is interrupted by the baby below her starting to wail.

Mabel rocks him back and forth, shushing him as gently as she can.  The nurse looks helplessly back at her, and Mabel aims for a smile that’s more confident than she feels.

…

Mabel names the baby Stanley, remembering what Caryn had said about naming the other Stanford.  It feels like the best connection with his brother that she can give him, and the best apology she can manage for failing to keep them together.

And maybe it wouldn’t have even mattered.  Maybe they wouldn’t have been as joined at the hip as her and Dipper.  But she can’t quite resist doing it anyway.

Besides, it’s not like she’ll ever know.

[sansundertale14x1]

Waiting for Gaz to come home

Civilian!Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

CW: descriptions of anxiety and death, no actual death. Anxiety attack, and then comfort, Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used but 'you', using the name 'Kyle' instead of 'Gaz' due to being a civilian. Proshippers DNI

Word count: 1013

Author's note: Heyy :) I don't post my fanfiction here very often, and this is my first work featuring Gaz, so keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like it! @chamomiletealeaf especially, thank you!!

It's late at night and you find yourself melting into the couch. It's a chore to keep your eyes open, trying to focus on whatever slop you put on the television just to pass the time. Your efforts are for a purpose, however. Your current roommate is Kyle Garrick (He mentioned the nickname 'Gaz', but you have no idea where that came from and what it should mean, anyway?)

He's currently on military duty, completing missions beside a task force '141'. It sounds quite dangerous to you, but Kyle always comes home in one piece. (Broken limbs aside)

You've never really had any concerns for Kyle coming home. He's assured you a million times before even exiting the doorway.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I know not to do anythin' stupid, I'll be home in a week."

The farewell is always sealed with a kiss.

Kyle was always sweet like that. He's able to stay calm and steady all the damn time...God, you wish you were like that.

Though you're halfway asleep, you can't help but be overcome with anxiety. He'd never come home this late before. He usually came home around 9-11pm...he's very consistent in that way.

However, your late-night binge-watching seems to be turning into an early-morning binge session. You wipe your glossed-over eyes, not wanting to believe what the clock is telling you.

"1:15am."

You read that aloud to yourself, voice groggy from the lack of usage. The alarm sirens in your head begin to go off. Maybe...he wasn't okay and the authorities just haven't shown up yet.

You tolerate these thoughts for a while. Staring up at the ceiling, you barely notice the wet tears crawling down your cheeks as you start to plan. It's seriously morbid of you to start planning the funeral of a man you didn't even know if he was dead or not, But you couldn't help it. Having control over something is a comfort...even if you are completely alone.

The mix of anxiety and tiredness is nearly lethal to all forms of sense in your head. You'd spiral down a myriad of deadly thoughts. Your heart races...while also feeling as if it's stopped beating completely. It's impossible to control your thoughts at the moment...

Even if Kyle is alive, You doubt that he'd want to stick around and live with your poor, weak self. He's strong...and deserves someone that's the same way.

You stir aimlessly on the couch, thoughts still out of control. You're too distracted by the overwhelming mental noise to hear the click of the front door.

Kyle's heavy footsteps still don't break through your crowded thoughts, even as he removes his coat and begins to peer around their home. It hits him with a feeling of calmness...but also confusion as he notices your tired, shaking form.

He'd undo his shoelaces and gently place his shoes near yours in the mudroom. He then begins to approach the living room, keeping his eyes steady on your sleeping form (or...at least he thinks you're sleeping...).

Kyle smiled widely, finding it extremely adorable that you put in the effort to wait for him to come home, even if it did make you exhausted. He then starts to slowly descend onto the couch, trying not to make a noise. Yet, with the smallest creak of the couch cushion, you were alert once again.

You immediately shot up from your laying position, head turning to see who could've possibly disturbed your thoughts.

"Woah, Woah...at ease"

He softly chuckled. When you hear his voice...you let out the biggest sigh of relief that you have in a long time.

"You scared me half to death, babe..."

You groggily speak as you reach out to touch Kyle's arm..as if confirming that your boyfriend is actually there, lying with you. A soft smile spreads across his face as he notices your action, so, he takes your smaller body into his arms and pulls you closer, so your head is pressed into his chest.

"I'm here...for real. Just some fight delay is all"

You feel fully calm now...Just more assurance that Kyle is okay...and you're in his arms, taking in his scent no matter how...musky it happens to be. However...the tiredness hits you like a bus now that you're actually comfortable, and you begin to pass out in your boyfriend's arms. As your vision becomes limited, you can feel your body being lifted off the surface of the couch.

Kyle's footsteps are all you hear as he carries you to your shared bedroom. A warm feeling fills your body as you notice the change in feeling, and you immediately notice that you've entered the bedroom. Kyle is very gentle as he places you down on the memory foam mattress.

He then steps away, headed down the hallway, presumably to turn off the lights and such in the living room. You let out a whine, begging him to come back. Now that you know he's home, you can't let go.

"shh, calm down...I'm almost done."

He assured. Though sometimes you annoyed the shit out of him, he did choose you this way, so it's sort of his fault.

When Kyle returned to the bedroom, that view of your tired body was making it worth all the moments of pain and time that he spent apart from you.

He tries his hardest to shut the door gently, as he kneels down to press his lips to your forehead. Then, he stands up and joins you on the bed. His weight dents the mattress, causing you to collide with his body the moment he lays down. He lets out a low giggle:

"Oh, you're the cutest thing...though, the next time I come home late, please for your sake, go to bed."

However, his words fall upon deaf ears as you've already nuzzled into his body and fallen asleep.

"...I love you."

Those three words were the last he spoke, before pulling you closer and slowly closing his eyes.

~~~~~

and that's it! Thank you so much for reading my work, this took me a VERY long time compared to my other writing (oddly, lol) This was completely drafted on paper before I revised it here! (my hand hurts ;-;) A great thank you to @chamomiletealeaf yet again for the character analysis of Gaz that helped me write this. They're a wonderful writer and I recommend going to read some of their stuff. <3

[workingforthewidow]

Woah look at me actually posting 2 things within the same month lol- this is a part 2 to the Otis fic i posted a few days ago. You don’t HAVE to read it to understand this but it does help! I have honestly fallen in love with Otis and his Princess so I might start doing small one-shots in this universe so if you have any ideas or request let me know!

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis like he’s super sweet but still in an Otis way. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

18+

Word count 3,698. Link to part 1

She woke up to hear steady soft snores in her ear and the feeling of shallow sleepy breaths under her. A long pale arm wrapped around her waist held her securely to him. He stayed. He really stayed this time like he promised. Usually he was gone by the time she woke up. Maybe it was still night and she had just woken too early. But she could see the rays of light streaming in from the window. It was morning for sure. She lifted her head as much as she could and luckily she could see the clock on the wall. One of his few gifts to her. He wouldn’t give her a calendar but he at least got her the clock so she could have some time awareness. The hands of the clock read 1:49. They had gotten home at 1:30am. And by the time all was said and done she imagine she fell asleep no later than 2:30am. They had slept for 11 hours. He never slept that much. She was about to try to wake him when his grip tightened on her waist pulling her against him. He brushed his nose against her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Stop fucking moving and go back to sleep Princess.” He mumbled against her skin.

She relaxed against him and hummed contently. “But it’s almost 2 in the afternoon. We’ve been sleeping all day.”

“And if I say go back to sleep you fucking go back to sleep. Sleep for the next week if I say so.” He grunted out at her.

She nodded her head against his chest and closed her eyes again. What game was this? For sure a new one, they had never played a game like this before. Maybe it was the calm before the storm and next time she woke up he’d have her hanging from meat hooks on the ceiling or thrown back in the basement.

She was never able to fall back asleep. She just stayed very still against him other than occasionally tracing her fingers up and down his chest lazily like she was in a dream. Finally once the sun was setting did he stir awake. She was mid way up his chest near his heart when his hand clutched hers. If she wasn’t so use to him it would have hurt but she knew his grip was stronger than an alligators bite.

“Mornin’ Princess.” His still half asleep voice was low and rough. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“Ain’t mornin’ anymore. Almost dinner time.”

As if on cue Baby’s voice could be heard from the bottom of the stairs, “Otis! I haven’t seen my little best friend in two whole days. It’s about time you let her down here to see me and Mama.”

Otis groaned and rubbed his face before flinging her off him onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at where she had stayed on the floor like his good little girl. “Put some clothes on.” He threw her a pile of fabric at her. She separated it to reveal her shorts and one of his ‘burn this flag’ tank tops. Another change to the game. He never let her wear his clothes outside of the flannel she got to wear during the winter. Even then it was just the one and she had to keep track of it or else it was taken and hidden from her in a wicked game of hide and seek. She slid the clothes on without questioning him. “Perfect.” He grabs her face and kisses her harshly. But not as harshly as during a game. It wasn’t a true romantic kiss like the one from the night before but it wasn’t a one sided “I own you and can put my mouth anywhere I please” kiss either. “Come on Sweetheart.” He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the table.

The family were already seated and she noticed four guest sitting on the far end of the table. Two men and two women. One of the men looked extremely excited to be there while the other man and the women looked like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Mama immediately got up at the sight of them and floated towards them. She was so elegant and graceful.

“Oh my sweet Otis and little Darling. You joined us. How special is this? Come sit, sit. We have guest and it’s Halloween. I am blessed today.” She cooed before returning to her seat. “Masks on everyone.” She announced placing her own masks on her face. The others followed suit with the expect of one of the women and Otis and his girl.

“Put the damn mask on or she won’t let us have dessert!” Grandpa huffed from across the table.

The women sneered towards Otis and her, “They don’t have masks. Why do I have to do it?” Oh she was an entitled thing. Otis hated that kind of girl, his princess was never like that not even when he first got her.

“Playin’ by different rules sugar.” Otis spat out at her with venom laced words. She looked at him shocked before placing the mask on her face. The group ate in silence for a few minutes before the man who was acting like he was at DisneyLand spoke up.

“So uh any of you heard of Doctor Satan?” Everyone’s eyes shot up and glared holes into his head. She looked around at Mama and then to Otis who cleared his throat. He went on to spin the tale of Doctor Satan as if it were just that, a story. But she knew better. She knew the truth. Before anything else could be said Baby rang the gong. Time for her show.

Everyone filed into the show room and watched as Baby did her performance. She was a natural talent. She could even be in the picture shows. Baby was dancing close to one of the men and the woman next to him seemed to be jealous. She thought that’s probably what she would like that when Baby was all over Otis if she didn’t know the truth about their relationship. Sure they had done things in the past but once Otis brought her home and finally into his room and Baby claimed her as her “little best friend” all sexual acts between them stopped.

“A girl doesn’t two-time on her little best friend, Otis. She’d get all upset and cry. Best friends don’t make each other cry.” She had told him once he tried to get handsy with her. He didn’t care if the stupid girl got upset. He just wanted a good fuck and the girl locked in his room had yet to truly prove herself to him. Sure she could spread her legs and open her mouth but she wasn’t as exciting as Baby. Until one day out of the blue she was. She was doing everything just how Baby did it. Turns out the poor girl had begged Baby to tell her what to do to keep his attention on her. And boy was she a quick learner.

Lost in her head she didn’t realize all the movement going on around until screams hit her ears and she was picked up, thrown over Otis’s shoulder. He threw her into one of the empty rooms that only held a bed and a dresser. He pushed her onto the bed and held his knife to her throat.

“You move out of this room. You die. You scream or make a noise. You die. You do anything that’s not staying in this room and shutting your fucking mouth. You. Die.” He pulled her by her hair to lock eyes with her. His eyes were even more blood thirsty than usual. “Understand me, Princess?”

Her lip quivered, what was happening? She had never seen guest end like this. Yes they killed and took their cars and money but this felt different. He pulled her hair harder and pushed the knife deeper into her throat waiting her response.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Stay here and be quiet.” Her wide eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall from the pressure on her head from her pulled hair. He nodded and let her hair go, running his fingers through it for a moment.

“Good girl. If I haven’t come to get you by morning you can come find me okay?” She nodded again quickly. He grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss. “I love you Princess.”

He said it again! Twice in one day! She happily kissed him back and smiled wide at him, “I love you, too.” He brushed her hair out once more before leaving the room making sure the door locked behind them.

She didn’t even realized she had fallen asleep until she woke with a jump. Had it really been that long? After Otis had left she paced the room before she decide to explore the dresser a bit. In the top drawer was an old worn copy of some book she’d never heard of but from the picture on the cover it looked to be some cliché romance. She sat on the bed resting her back against the wall and started reading, having nothing better to do. She must have fallen asleep mid-read. She looked out the window. Sunshine. It was morning and Otis hadn’t come back for her. What if something happened? Was he hurt? Did those guest hurt him or Baby or Mama? She was even worried for Hugo. She leapt to her feet and bounded towards the door. Just as she was about to fiddle with the lock she heard the click of a key and the turn of the doorknob. She jumped back so the door wouldn’t hit her when it swung open.

On the other side of the door stood her Otis. Her sweet, loving, blood covered, Otis.

“Sorry I’m late Princess had to clean up someone else’s mess. But I got a surprise for you.” He smirked and took her hand. He led her back to the room they shared and covered her eyes to keep her surprise from her. Was this a real surprise? Like a present? “It ain’t much but we gotta start ya off with something easy, okay?” He removed his hands from her eyes and she blinked at the sudden light from the darkness. Once her eyes adjusted she saw the surprise. Tied to chairs and knocked out sat two of the guest. The man in glasses that Baby had sang to and the women she assumed was his girlfriend or wife.

Otis pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I have an idea for these two fuck ups and I need my pretty little Princess to help me. Gonna teach ya to be a real artist not just my muse.” He handed her one of his knives and took one in his own hand. “You get the girl shes more your size. Don’t fuck it up Princess.” He moved over to the man and bent down by his ankles, “All it takes is a clean up to the ankles.” He swiftly sliced the knife threw the mans skin causing him to pop his eyes open with a scream. His screaming then woke the woman. “Your turn Princess.”

She twisted the handle in her hands and looked at him nervously. “Come on Princess, it ain’t hard.” Somehow she only heard his voice. She knew the people were screaming and crying but she was focused on him. Tired of waiting he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the floor and held her smaller hand in his. “Like this.” With a flick their wrist the knife cut one of the woman’s ankles. “You do the next one.”

She took a breath and moved closer to the other unharmed ankle. Her eyes flickered to his for a moment before exhaling and cutting through the skin. She hit a vein just right and blood splattered on her face and chest. She stood up as Otis whistled at her.

“Damn didn’t think you could get any prettier but I was wrong. This is how you’re meant to look Princess.” He pulled her close and licked some of the blood off her face. “Let’s give the happy couple some alone time. Should be done by the time we come back.” He smirked and jammed his knife into the woman’s thigh. He looked at her than to the man and back to her. She got the message. She walked to the man and stood above him.

“Wait, wait, wait! I know you. You’re that girl who went missing last year. The millionaire’s stepdaughter. Just let us go and we can take you home to your family and away from these psychos.”

Otis growled and almost pounced on the man but she raised her hand to stop him. “This is my home. This is my family. This is all I need. You don’t fucking know me. You know my face and you know my name but you don’t know me. Only my family knows me. Only Otis knows me.” She screamed in his face so close it fogged his glasses before stabbing him the thigh twisting the blade a few times for extra hurt.

The man and the woman continued screaming and begging for their lives as Otis took her away. He took her to the bathroom and ran the shower. Peeling off her blood soaked clothes slowly before removing his own. He pulled her under the water and watched as it mixed with the blood on her face and ran down the drain. Wordlessly he titled her head back and let the water run through her hair.

All of this was so new. Never had they done this before. And if they had she was sure it would have just been about sex. But he was being gentle and soothing. She could his erection plan as day but decided if he wasn’t making this about sex she shouldn’t either. She hummed as he brushed through her wet hair getting all the blood out. Normally he would be smearing all over her. She always let him do it. She always let him do whatever made him happy. But as soon as he was done with her she would run to the shower as fast as she could to clean herself. But now he was cleaning it off her. Gentle rubbing his hands down her body in a non-sexual way. Once he was satisfied with how clean she was he moved their places and let the water trail over himself. All of this done in silence. Only the water running and their breathing could be heard. Finally he cut he water and stepped out leaving her standing in the shower.

“Feel better Princess?” He asked wrapping her in a towel that was honestly probably dirtier than them when they entered the shower.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiled at him wide eyed.

“Have another surprise for you while we wait for those fucks to finish up.” He walked her back to their room, “Get your clothes on. Whatever you want.” He said as he went to inspect the people in to the corner who’s yelling had turned to whimpers.

She dug through her clothes finally able to pick her own outfit. She quickly put on a soft lavender purple matching bra and panties then looked over to him.

“All your clothes. We’re going back down stairs.” Oh she really got to pick her own outfit. This never happened. She went back to drawers and dug again finding her blue jean shorts and a black shirt. She slipped them on and looked to him again. “That’s better Princess. Now down the stairs.” He gestured to the door and followed her down the staircase. “This way.” He pulled her outside and towards one of the sheds where they kept the extra clothes and other items from guest who never left.

He opened the door and pushed her inside. He lit a match and fired up a lamp hanging from the ceiling. She stood still as he rooted around looking for something. She thought about asking him if she could help him find whatever it was he was looking for but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak he turned to her box in hand. “Come here pretty girl.” He called her closer and held out the box to her. “A pretty princess needs a pretty jewel. Take whichever one you want.”

She looked inside the box and gasped. Inside were tens if not hundreds of shining rings. Some silver, some gold, some with diamonds, others with colored gems, and some that were just metal. She dug around looking for any she might like and took a few in hand. She went to try and size it to her right hand finger but he stopped her.

“Other hand Princess.”

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, “But that hands for a wedding band.”

“Just do it don’t fucking argue with me.” Hell for once in his damn life he was trying to be genuine and she had to run her mouth.

She nodded and moved to her other hand. She tried a few too small. A few too big. And a few she just didn’t like how they sat on her finger. Otis was starting to get impatient with her once again, always taking forever. He looked around in the box and found he liked and grabbed her hand sliding the band over her finger. She looked at her hand then to him and back at her hand again. The gem was a deep ruby red similar to his ever beloved blood and the band was the same silver as his knives. It was perfect. Just like her Otis was perfect.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered as if it would break if spoke too loud. “But why?”

“What can’t do a fucking nice thing for you?”

“No. No. Thank you. I just don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times. You are mine forever.” Why couldn’t she get that through her thick skull?

She fiddled with the ring on her finger, “I know. And I’m happy to be yours forever. But, but this feels like you wanna marry me or something. And I…”

“Well we ain’t having no big ole party and it ain’t gonna be legal. But married and forever are the same things,” he interrupted her.

She took a deep breath, she imagined he wouldn’t like what she was about to say and needed to muster up all her courage. “I know I get that. But married also means one and only forever. You are my one and only but am I yours? Married means no other girls.”

Otis put the box holding the rings down and grabbed her face in both hands making her look up at him.

“Princess, ain’t had anyone in my bed except you since I brought you in it. Knew you was something special. A man’s gotta settle down sometime. Get him a sexy little housewife. Hell maybe even knock you up have little brats running around. Mama and Baby would love that.” Sincere. He was being sincere and true and kind and all the things she didn’t even think Otis Driftwood knew what the definitions were.

Tears flowed down her cheeks flooding over his hands. “Really? You want a family? With me?”

“Fuck yeah I do Princess. Any woman that can slice an ankle that clean and not flinch when the blood hits her face is a woman I wanna keep.” He kissed her and rested his forehead against her, “Don’t mean I’m gonna be nicer. I will still cut your throat if you leave or do anything stupid. Still gonna pull you by your hair. And fuck you how I like whenever I like.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her to slide before sinking his teeth into her neck. There was the Otis she knew and, in a sick twisted way, loved. He pulled back and grinned at her with her blood running down his chin.

“Let’s go back and finish our art piece.” He led her back up the stairs and found their models ready to pose.

After working on the art piece for hours she was again covered in blood and guts and pieces of someone else’s flesh were stuck to her. Otis gave the piece a once over and turned to her, equally as messy as she was.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect. Besides you Princess.” He smirked at her and winked.

She didn’t know what game this was but she hoped they played it forever. All the sweet words he had been whispering in her ear, as he guided her hands showing her how to work on the art piece and use his many tools, were sounding more and more like a dream come true. He wanted to marry her, well he had ‘married’ her, and wanted a family with her. That was something she always dreamed of- being a mother and having a family. Even if her family was messed up and sick in the head. She was excited about the future.

“Let’s get you clean up and off to bed, Princess.” He kissed her forehead and took her to the shower to clean again. She truly felt like she was in a dream. Once they were clean he took her to bed and let her curl up on him like he did the day before.

“We‘ll take them to Spaulding tomorrow. I’ll bring you with me.” He promised her.

“Thank you. For everything you have done for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my whole life.” She looked up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Me either, Princess. Me either.” He held her face and kissed her forehead. “Now sleep and don’t fucking wake up until the sun is shining.”

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Love or Hate (1) | Jongho

Choi Jongho - ATEEZ

Rating: Suggestive (15+)

Word Count: ~4.2k

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Pining, Angst? Reader gets cranky, Jealousy

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, almost a slight moment with Wooyoung

Summary: You have developed a strong crush on your best friend over the two years you have known him. One day, all your emotions just boil over.

Part 1; part 2 will be smut u3u

Part 2: Sweet? or Spicy?

Revised (1/30/25)

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You have been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year is approaching. It’s at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations are trying to recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths are set up, you’re looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally run into him. When you turn to walk elsewhere, you smack into someone's chest and you yelp, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you’re pretty short, even though he isn’t super tall for a guy, he’s bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you can tell he’s strong. His pants are extremely tight and so is the long-sleeve button up he has on…

"Woah!" He steadies you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands feel ridiculously strong.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologize again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wonder why he was so close to you, but the place is quickly growing packed and there isn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it’s pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you’d be sitting on the table, so you’re forced to stay close to him. What draws your attention most is that he’s in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It’s like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why is he so covered up?

Someone excuses themselves behind him and he’s forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand has still not moved from your shoulder.

"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You point behind you, shuffling to the side so he can look at the brochures. There’s a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things one could do. He smiles and moves up to where you had been and so you grab a pamphlet and go to move on, but he calls out to you.

"Do you work in the weight room?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah. Why?"

"I saw you there yesterday… Is there a time when it’s less busy?" He picks up a flyer and walks over to you and once again someone brushes by him, and you find him even closer to you again.

"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people don’t like hearing that. You go to bed and wake up early so you don’t mind working then. It actually pays more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.

"Great, thanks…"

"(Y/N)." you tell him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returns it.

"Jongho."

~θωθ~

After that he’d come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that’s also when you work out. You aren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lift. It makes you laugh when he comes in because he always wears long pants and long sleeves, whereas you’ll be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you begin hanging out outside of the weight room and you join his group of friends. They’re…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you will sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tries to calm the chaos. One night you’re hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It’s Sophomore year, and you’re all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s early spring, only a sweatshirt is needed even as the moon rises. Some of the boys are running around like children while you sit on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You’re putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you hear a shrill cry of your name.

"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screams and you sigh but don’t turn to look at him.

"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You call back and he screams again. Finally, you turn to see what is happening and he’s being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bites his arm. Not having any idea how it go to that, you deadpan at the scene and sigh. Getting up, you shoot Hongjoong a look and he looks up from where he’s writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.

"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"

"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong tells you and glare at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho is the scariest and if Wooyoung or San are being annoying he’ll just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He can even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.

"Why am I mom?" You look quickly at Jongho who’s leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorts and you glare at him then.

"Please." He scoffs and you flinch.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You question and the eldest shoots Hongjoong a look himself and they have a silent conversation.

"Whatever-"

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screams again and you know you have to do something before you all get in trouble. Groaning, you jog over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelp dramatically and fall back, holding their heads. San lunges to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hides behind you, using you as a shield.

"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who’s standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, calls out.

"Jung Wooyoung!" you scold as he squats behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand is wrapped around your thigh and your face feels warm having him hold you like that.

"Wooyoung-" Yeosang is ignored again and suddenly the other three look at something behind you in fear.

"What?" You try to turn and look too but there’s a person attached to you.

"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reach to pry his arms off of you, he just holds on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.

"Ah!" he screams out of nowhere and he’s off of you. You stumble at the force of what yanks him off and teeter before getting your balance.

"What the-" You finally turn and see Jongho has pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and is holding his arms behind his back. He isn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he’s restricting him from moving.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yipes and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he’s doing it to rescue you, makes your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spreads tightly over his back as he wrangles the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hits you- Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly springs to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you were ever upset or even excited, you go to Jongho first. He buys you your favorite snacks when you meet up and you always sit next to him. When you’re sick, he’ll go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it’s cold, you’ll let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you’re made aware of the way you’d ogle him all the time. Not only is he handsome and has the voice of an angel, he’s thick in the best kind of way and everything he wears is always tight. Even though he barely even shows his forearms, to you he’s extremely attractive in every way.

"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckles quietly to Hongjoong.

"About time."

~ô3ô~

For almost a whole year you’ve been crushing on Jongho, but you haven’t the courage to do anything about it. You’re scared that if he doesn’t likes you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just hold it inside as your crush grows and grows. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you’re falling in love with him even though you aren’t even dating. There’s definitely been times when he’ll flirt with you, and you’ll give it back. But who knows if it means anything past just being playful. One night when you’re all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you have a bit too much to drink. You tend to get emotional and cry easily when you’re drunk, and you can feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffle back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sit on your bed, sniffling.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocks on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.

"M'fine." you mumble, and he fully enters, kneeling in front of you.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cup your cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Dunno."

"You don’t know?"

"Mhmh." He coos at your cute tipsy state and his hand moves from your cheek to your jaw. He can’t help himself anymore, you’re way too cute. He leans forward, his nose bumping yours and you sober up real quick. You quickly hold your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinks in surprise.

"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"

"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighs, and you gape.

"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."

"M'sorry." you mutter, and he shakes his head with a small smile.

"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stands up and holds his hand out to help you get up from where you’re sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both go back out to the crazies.

"Where'd Jongho go?" you ask, and Yunho waves toward the door to the balcony. The door is propped open with a wedge, and you go to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reach for the handle, you halt. Fear grips you and with a sigh, you take a step back and go back to sits on the couch. Wooyoung shoots you a look from where he sits on the floor, and you shake your head. When Mingi asks if you want another drink, you decline and sit watching them play games. Maybe another time…

~₸-₸~

Looking at the time on your phone, you huff, crossing your arms where you stand. You’re waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He’s going back to your apartment with you because you need help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you’re really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There are still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they need for some presentation project. When what seems like the last kid has left, he still hasn’t come out. The professor has even left already, so you get up from the bench and go far enough into the room so that you can look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He’s still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must be in his group… For some reason, seeing them there, so close to him, makes you really mad. Maybe it’s because they’re making you wait longer for him, but it’s more how close they’re sitting to him. It’s not necessary, and they laugh at something he says a little too hard. He’s funny, sure, but that’s too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rests her hand on his arm you see red. Looking at the drink you got him, you sneer and storm into the room, clenching the cup tight. You have waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he’s flirting around! They don’t notice you until you sidle up to the table and slam the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.

"I'm going home." you snap and turn aggressively, storming back out. You know you’re getting a little too mad. He’s your best friend, sure, but you two aren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why don’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why don’t you have the courage to confess to him?

"(Y/N)!" he shouts behind you as you stomp down the hall toward the entrance. You hear one of the girls call something out as well, but you can’t hear it as you shove hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smells like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you’re waiting for him.

"(Y/N)!" he calls you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs-

"Wait!" Jongho is right behind you, but you just keep going.

"Hey!" He sounds mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he can haul you to turn around and face him. He’s taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip isn’t tight but even with you being stronger than the average college girl, there’s no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardens and he pulls you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.

"Why are you so mad?" he snaps, and tears flow down your cheeks like when a pot boils over. The burner heating your anger shuts off and you just start to sob.

"H-hey." His anger dissipates immediately as well, and he uses his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You ball your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You aren’t fighting that hard anyway.

"Let go." You cry pitifully and he knows you don’t mean it.

"What's wrong?" He pulls back just enough so he can look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands comes softly to your chin so he can move your head, making you look at him.

"I hate you." You mumble and he almost doesn’t catch it, but your tone is insincere.

"Uh-huh." He scoffs. You say that a lot when you’re pouty. You hate things quite easily when you don’t mean it.

"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You’re rambling, and he stares at you in shock. Sure, you’re saying you hate him in multiple aspects, but they’re more or less compliments. They ultimately are also confessions, each one.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down-“ You’ve told him you hate how sweet he is to you, how sexy his strength is, that he smells good. In his head he turns each 'hate’ to 'love', and he translates your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary and mad. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you keep going, he chuckles, releasing you from his hold, but moves both hands to cup your jaw. He cuts your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeak in shock as the kiss turns from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sigh out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slips his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands move to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other finds your waist and you press closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swims and it's like his breath is fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulls away, you’re both breathing hard.

"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands are on your waist, his thumbs rubbing your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…

"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hits you, and he pulls back, linking his hand with yours.

"Come on." As you two walk off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers are constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you’re more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.

"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He starts and you groan.

"Oh, god."

"My voice is pretty?"

"J-Jongho-"

"My pants are deliciously tight?"

"Please stops-"

"Gorgeous hands?"

"…"

"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"

"Uh…"

"Hot when I'm scary and mad? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"

"…that you know me so well…" He stops right in front of your building, and turns to look at you, your hand still in his.

"Obviously not as well as I should."

"What?"

"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you like me back."

"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"

"Yes, silly girl." He smirks and holds up your linked hands in front of your face.

"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem-solve anything. I love that you’re so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He lists off and you’re crying again. You sniff happily and he pulls you into another hug, you dig your fingers into the leather of his jacket.

"I hate you." You mumble into his chest, and he laughs.

"I love you too."

~ÔuÔ~

Jongho and you get up to your apartment and you shuffle inside awkwardly, even though it’s your home. He let his bag rest by the door, taking his shoes off as you go to the bedroom to put your own stuff down. Closing the door, you heave a heavy exhale and while you want to sit in the middle of the floor and have an existential crisis, you want more to go spend time with Jongho. So much happened suddenly with you both confessing, and you feel somewhat hungover. You change out of your jeans and when you grab a pair of sweatpants, you think about what he said earlier. Instead, you grab a pair of shorts, don those, and go to your closet. Switching out the sweatshirt you’re currently in for one of his he has there, you look in the mirror that’s built into the door of your closet. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. Your face visibly flushes, and you step away from the mirror, patting your cheeks as you go back out to the living room. You halt when you see him on the couch. It seems he’d been wearing a t-shirt under his leather jacket, a short sleeved one. While you’ve seen his forearms before, it’s rare and so you practically ogle the little bit of skin. He’s relaxed back on the couch, sitting there likes he owns it, the room, and your apartment. Like usual. His pants are, as you often state, deliciously tight. You want to sit yourself on his lap and ride his strong thigh till you cum all over it. Shaking your head to clear it, you shuffle closer and feel very shy for some reason. Not only is the sweatshirt big on you and you’re in shorts, but the hem of the top also goes past your shorts, making it look like you have no pants on. He gives you a warm smile and you shoot him a shy one in return.

"You want to build that desk?"

"Not really." You admit and his smile grows then turns into a smirk.

"Come here, pretty." He holds his arm open, and you shuffle over to him. When you go to sit down next to him, he instead pulls you down onto him. Jongho rests back against the couch, settling you sideways over his lap. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sit there quietly, just reveling in the contact.

"Jongho?"

"Yes?" His arm wraps around your back, hand on your hip to hold you in place and you fiddle with the strings of his hoodie you have on. When you don’t say anything, he bounces his leg, the force making you bounce as well. This movement readjusts you, so you’re facing him more. He’s so handsome and the fire behind his eyes warms through you.

"C-can you kiss me again?" You whisper softly and he chuckles. You let out an 'eep' as he shifts you further, causing you to straddle him. Wanting nothing more than to rub your covered pussy over his thigh, you hold back. He keeps going though, turning so his back is to the armrest and this gives you the room to kneel between his legs. His leg is bent at your side between you and the back cushion, his other foot planted on the floor. He’s so confident, and it’s so freaking hot. Leaning forward somewhat shyly, your hands rests on his chest and get bumped by his leg against your back, pressing you into him. You’re surrounded by Jongho, his scent, his warmth, his strength. His lips meet yours again and you sigh in delight, his hands come to hold yours on his chest. This kiss is less hungry, and he lets you take the lead more as you lean against him. Pulling back, you kiss his cheek, and this makes him huff out a laugh. You shift and kiss the other side of his face above his jaw and then lay one on his neck.

"(Y/N)." He sighs your name out and he leans back more, letting you lay on him more. Splaying your hands over his chest you groan at the muscle you feel under there. He’s just delicious. Your head swims with the thought of what he looks and feels like under that black t-shirt. Laying another kiss near his chin you move back to his lips, and he smiles. Propping yourself up on your knees more, you hover over him, tilting your head down and deepening the kiss. His powerful arms wrap around you and hold you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he helps you to straddle him again. When you sit down fully you feel the impressive bulge in his pants.

"Fuck." You gasp and he looks at you smugly.

"Is this moving too fast for you?" He asks and you look at him, shaking your head.

"Dear lord, no. Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

"Hm, no. Tell me." He’s growing cockier by the second and you’re more than willing to stroke his ego.

"Remember almost a year ago when Wooyoung wrapped around my legs, and you hauled him off and put him in his place?"

"That long huh?" His hands move from the small of your back to your ass, pulling you close to grind up into you.

"Fuck." You swear again. Luckily, he’s in jeans, or he could feel you most likely leaking through not only your panties but your shorts as well.

"I've wanted you since you fell asleep on my shoulder when we watched Black Widow in your dorm."

"T-that long? We had only known each other for a few months."

"I know."

"Why didn’t you say anything?"

"Well…honestly, then I just wanted to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress." He admits and your core clenches.

"Now, I love you, and I'm not sure if I want to make love to you or rail you into next week." Jongho buries his face into your neck, beginning to lay soft kisses there and your heartrate spikes. What do you want? Well…both, but what sounds better right then?

"Oh, uh…I don't know which one…" He pulls you down to grind on his hard-on again.

"Whichever one I'm fine with. But choose soon, I can't hold back any longer." You feel his lips move over your thudding pulse point.

"Okay…"

...

'Make love to me.' (Sweet)

'Rail me.' (Spicy)

Master-List

[itslittlegiggle]

vega omg i need to hear ALL your aot thoughts im obsessing so hard over this show (/not forced)

*cracks knuckles* let's gaoux (thx for being patient bb)

I feel like this is going to be So Unorganized but I just have so many thoughts that it's inevitable at this point lol

so first off,,

as you can obviously tell, armin is my CHILD. my son. my reason for being tbh. so I'm gonna start with him

I love the idea of armin being like, stupid ticklish. he gives like "you just look ticklish" vibes, impossible to fight me on this. obv eren tickles him the most, and sometimes mikasa, ever since then were kids. also reiner tickles him fairly often (lowkey realllllly love reimin or arurei or whatever their ship name is lol), and jean also to a lesser extent (also love jearmin!). armin is really ticklish everywhere but his thighs are his WORST spot, like he just breaks down into helpless squealing laughter. his knees and hips and sides are also pretty bad. idek man I'll probably have to make a separate post for him sometime bc I have 1000000000 thoughts tbh and I want to do other characters in this post too hahaha

EREN okay eren. I'm always torn between his ribs and his neck and his tumby for his worst spot, depends on my mood I guess lol but he is also ticklish everywhere. he is DRAMATIC when he's tickled, like he yells and swears and makes threats, even when it's just someone like armin or mikasa tickling him which he doesn't even really mind. when it's someone like jean tho he goes actually feral, will bite 100%. is also totally the person to deny he's ticklish, like armin will poke his ribs to get his attention (not even meaning to tickle him) and eren will YELP and when connie or someone is like "woah, are you okay?" mikasa will just go "oh yeah he's fine, he's just really ticklish" and eren goes red and he's like "SHUT UP MIKASA NO I'M NOT" also will probably have to make an eremin specific post at some point lol

okay reiner. literally reiner is the best ler, he's so fun but careful and he's def the resident tickle monster (so is connie but in a more annoying way lmao). tickles armin quite a bit, like he's made it his mission to make armin smile (bc armin is CUTE), but he's more like fun and gentle when tickling armin. when it's eren or berthold or connie he's way meaner lmao like he will make them scream on principle alone. reiner is most ticklish on the backs of his ribs, makes him laugh super LOUD and DEEP and it's actually awesome. but bc he can turn the tables so easily if the others want to get him good for longer than 10 seconds they have to like, dogpile him lol

random segue to levi, idk I just thought of him next lol. most ticklish on his hips and the sides of his back. like if erwin really wants to make him squirm he'll tickle the sides of levi's back suuuuper gently with his nails until levi actually whines (and then punches him lmao). honestly canon-verse I don't think anyone tries tickling him.. in a head canon-verse where he and erwin are together (like the hc I just gave lol) I feel like erwin tickles him a lot when they're cuddling or early in the morning, whenever levi's guard/aggression is down more, and his laugh is all stutter-y and raspy and it's actually really really cute. these are pretty much my only thoughts on levi bc I feel like his character is hard to add tickles to without it being super out of character (super impressed when people write tickle fics with levi that actually feel levi-esque, definitely not something I could accomplish so it always leaves me in awe) , but they're Very Important to me and I stand by them!!!

ummmmm okay I have so many more TOO MANY MORE this is too chaotic. I could make this 10000 pages long

KAZ PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE A DIFFERENT SPECIFIC CHARACTER OR SCENARIO OR EXTENSIONS OF THESE IN MIND FOR HEADCANONS OKAY I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS AND I HAVE UNLIMITED THOUGHTS FOR MY AOT BABIES!!!!!

[gojoslefttoenail]

How to tie a tie with Nanami!

"Ugh..."you fiddle with the tie try to somehow figure out magically to tie this stupid piece of fabric around your neck for your meeting in your workplace where you met your beloved husband, Nanami Kento an ex-employee. You've been happily married with him for a good year now, and you've never regretted that moment when you said yes when he proposed to you on your second year anniversary of dating. "Nanaminnnnn!" You call out his nickname, hoping he'd hear you. You heard his footsteps walking up the stairs towards your shared bedroom "yes, darling?". You're expression immediately softened when you see you're husbands tired look from working overtime, even though he "hates overtime". "Can you teach me how tie this shitty piece of fabric..." he chuckles and kisses your forehead lovingly "Yeah baby... alright pay attention for me, okay?" You grin and you nod, you've been always childish around him. When first he met you, he thought you weren't responsible. But after getting to know you, he started to find it endearing especially how you use it to cope with some situations you've been through. He places the tie around your neck under the flaps of your collar's shirt "Make sure to make the thicker side longer than the narrow side" he crosses the wider end over the narrow end "you paying attention, love?" He says after spotting your wandering eyes looking at him through the mirror. You smile and "yeah, I am continue..." He smiles lovingly at you and he continues "then you loop the wider end underneath the thinner end... and then you do that one more time..." his calloused hands running through the silky material of the tie, you felt your heart beating a bit faster, like a highschooler seeing their crush through the halls. Gosh damn you love this man way too much for your own good, and so did he for you. He breaks your thoughts with his comforting voice "see how I made a loop?" You nod "Now, you use that loop to knot the tie with... use your index and thumb to hold the front of the loop and bring the wide end up behind and through the loop..." he pulls down on the tie's material to tighten "and you pull to tighten..." he kisses your cheek and he steps aside for you to look properly in the mirror. You pull the flaps of your collar down and you tighten the tie a little more "Wow Nanami! Thank you so much hun..." you kiss his cheek. He smiles at you and pecks your lips "Any time..." You sigh "I'm worried for this meeting..." His expression softens and he hugs you "You're amazing at everything, believe in yourself." You bask in his comfort presence, smelling the faint scent of his expensive cologne from last night when you went out for dinner. "You're right... I need more confidence..." you pull your head away from his chest, his arms still wrapped around you. "Ill crush them with my project and report!" You peck his lips and you let out a snicker "I'll make you proud!" He lets out a chuckle "That's the confidence I know and love..." he ruffles your hair and taps your back "now you're getting late, you have to eat and go to the train station, cmon..." you gasp and you grab your bag and you ran downstairs, taking your coffee/tea and bag in hand and before rushing out the front door you yell out to Nanami who was going down the stairs in a much more relaxed manner than you "I love you! I'll see you at 5 like usual!." He lets out a smile "of course... I might work overtime today, but I promises I'll come as fast as I can..." you smile as an acknowledgment and then you hurriedly walked out the door, closing it behind you.

Bonus scene: "Oh Nanamin~!!!" Gojo grins "what's got you in such a good moodddd~?" Nanami sighs and closes his eyes, his hands massage his temples. "It's too early in the morning to deal with this man child..."

A/N: Hey guyssss! I'm alive (woah!) Yeahhhh, I know I promised to post more often during summer vacation but I didn'ttttttt. While writing this I actually learnt how to tie a tie 😭😭😭😭 until next time!

[saym0-0]

this post on pinterest has somehow made me start thinking about a comedy human au,, all the bots are siblings, ages are fucked, all the walters live in one big house,, the bots r all teenagers (imagine having six teenagers jc). their parents are iris and peter i. they have two adult siblings, ii and iii. mark, wanda and iv are their nephews and niece. peter i has an oc sibling that isn't around anymore but is V's parent, and VI is his son (the bot's cousin).

i dont think the original inspiration post fits in at all but its funny so im not removing it amen

anyways. ages i think would be like,,

II & III in their early thirties

V in his early thirties but younger than the rest of em.

rabbit and spine are 18 and twins

hmm my zer0 headcanon is that he was built first but powered on later so maybe hes like 19 but adopted/a half sibling that moved in slightly later? idk hes 17 or 19

next i think is hatchworth he is 15 and draws on a moustache every morning and tells everyone its real (jon is convinced)

jon is um uh 12 little boy 🫵

upgrade is 9

mark is 11

wanda is 9 (woah two 9 year old girls. yhey tell everyone they're twins)

realising that i cant keep the age difference the same as canon because iv would be -1. oops. hes a little baby

vi is also a little baby.

sorry i lied they're not all teenagers lawl. also realised zer0 couldn't be a half sibling because they have two way older siblings too oops

yeah this au makes no sense but i do think its funny. sitcom au. highschool au.

they all go by their canon robot names, its unclear whether they were named that or if they're nicknames or a mix of both. five is older than four because of a mistake on his birth certificate, he should have been four but they all just kinda went with it and named the next one four

i think rabbit would come out to her [younger] siblings at 13 and come out/start transitioning at 14, partially in reference to the year she transitioned in canon and partially because i was that old when i came out teehee. i think maybe she always knew and expressed it though, she just didnt know trans people existed and didn't have the terminology for it

do they have all-through schools in the us? like elementary all the way to high school? we do in the uk but idk about over there. if they do then that could be funny i think

[shiyorin]

Mournival but they are your college roommate

No one asked it but I need to share that :v

Ezekyle Abaddon

Comes to school with a huge duffel bag and toolbox. When you ask what's in it, he just smiles and says "tools." You don't ask anymore.

Always blasting really aggressive rap/metal music super loud. His top jam is "Back in Black" by AC/DC on repeat.

Leaves his dirty laundry everywhere but his bed is always perfectly made with tight hospital corners.

You're pretty sure you saw him behind the wheel of a rusty black van late at night, but the school won't investigate strange disappearances.

Loves party games but is way too competitive. No one wants to play Mario Kart with him anymore after "the incident".

Constantly gets in fights at parties but never seems to get in trouble. Cops take one look at him and just shake their heads like "not dealing with this tonight".

Always standing shirtless in the room doing calisthenics. Claims he's cultivating mass but you think he's just trying to intimidate the RA.

Somehow accumulated the world's biggest knife collection despite the no weapons policy. Admin turns a blind eye for fear of their safety.

Tries to get you to join his intramural flag football team, the "Black Crusaders". They go way too hard and half the other teams have dropped out.

Somehow has a 4.0 GPA while seeming preoccupied with "more important things." Howwww.

Tarik Torgaddon

Brings way too much beer to your first Friday night dorm party. Claims "Bro always shares his drinks!"

Leaves practical jokes everywhere - who put googly eyes on the toothbrushes?!

Always trying to get you to join the campus meme lodge with him. "Come on, it'll be fun! We just post poorly photoshopped history professors, I swear."

Never cleans the mini-fridge. Wonders why mystery science experiments started growing in there.

Burns popcorn at 3am trying to make "late night snacks." Fires the fire alarm and you both get written up.

Steals your lounging spot in the common room to "hold court" and tell loud stories to anyone who will listen.

Hogs the bathroom for hours getting ready to "go out in style" on the weekends. Comes back drenched and you don't wanna know from what.

Leaves you in charge of the dorm when he goes home for breaks. Comes back to three keggers you "somehow forgot" to tell him about.

Somehow always tests positive for COVID right before big exams. You're 95% sure he's faking to get out of studying.

He's a really fun dude and always has your back. Gonna miss this guy after graduation!

Garviel Loken

He wakes up at 6am every morning to do pushups and calisthenics in your room.

Never seen him drink or party. That one time you tried to get him to come to a frat party he responded with "Nah bro I gotta hit the hay early, lifting at 6 am."

Tries to get you to join the campus military re-enactment club. Insists you could benefit from "some discipline and camaraderie".

Cooking? You thought you were the one making ramen but he shows up with a whole homecooked meal like beef wellington from scratch. "My friend Tarik taught me."

That one time the fire alarm went off at 3am? He carried you and your mini fridge down the stairs in one go."

Always does his dishes immediately after using them. Not one speck of food left. The clean freak we all need but don't deserve.

Super into his classes, always studying. You often find him making color-coded notecards at 3am under his desk lamp.

Somehow still finds time to join every club and sport. Is president of the book club, captain of the ultimate frisbee team, volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends.

Has a strict 9pm lights out bedtime. You've tried stay up late to play game but he just throws a pillow at you look and says "some of us have 6ams."

Somehow always has cute girls knocking on your door asking "is Garrie there?". The chad energy is real.

Horus Aximand

The second you meet him you're like "Woah this dude looks EXACTLY like the frat bro president."

Helps you move in but 'accidentally' gets protective plating mixed in with your clothes and snacks. Whoops!

Forms LARP club which is really just him and 3 (actually 4) other guys who are all as intense as he is.

Constantly blasting Sabaton songs from his speaker. Claims it's for "battle prepping" but we all know he just loves some power metal.

Bonding over late night games of Smash Bros while deep in the existential crisis of your freshman year.

Always wears matching sweatsuits with "Little Horus" embroidered on the chest. Claims it's his sport team uniform but you've never seen him play any sports.

Making you try all the experimental protein shakes he conjures up in the mini fridge. You're scared but don't want to hurt his feelings. So many regrets.

Finding mysterious used bandages around the room. He swears they're from "glorious battles" but they're really just from the intramural dodgeball games.

That one time the fire alarm went off and he tried to purge it with a flamer.

Always "forgetting" he can lift a textbook one-handed and showing off to the swole bros.

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #99 Xmas Present

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

As pointed out in the replies of this post, Nakagami's 来ちゃった is a simple line meaning lit. "I came without meaning to". However, it's also something commonly deployed as a cliche line in the context of a girlfriend visiting their boyfriend on a whim. It, naturally, can be used in a regular, non-romance context too to indicate an aspect of playfulness (the context I was more familiar with, so the potential double meaning was lost on me). I had translated with the latter interpretation, so I corrected it with pulling it slightly into the other direction, but trying to keep both at play.

(The seven of them all having fun)

Iori: Whoosh~! Ahahaha!

Terra: Hahaha!

Amahiko: Hup, hahahaha!

Terra: Beauty!

Amahiko: Sexy!

Iori: Merryyyyy

Iori, Terra & Amahiko: Christmaaas!

Iori, Terra & Amahiko: Ahahahaha!

(Sarukawa zipzooming on the ice)

Rikai: Ah! Saru! Watch out! Be more mindful when skating!

Sarukawa: Haaah? Shuddup moron

Sarukawa: Eeh!? The fuck you wearing a helmet for!?

Rikai: You wear one too

Sarukawa: Hell no dude!

Rikai: Listen and put it on, come on!

Sarukawa: No way, I ain’t, I don’t need it

Rikai: It’ll be a huge problem if you fall over, you’ll hurt yourself!

Fumiya: Ohse, everyone’s pretty amazing

Ohse: Yes

Fumiya: If you fall you’ll hurt yourself, do they know what they’re doing

Ohse: Right

(Terra skating right in front of Ohse and Fumiya)

Terra: Hey, what's up with you two?

Fumiya: Don’t come here

Amahiko: We’ll escort you

Ohse: No need to fuss over a piece of shit

(Terra, Amahiko and Iori pulling them along)

(Ohse and Fumiya resisting)

(Fumiya pushed to skate by Terra & Iori)

Fumiya: Woah, ooaaaooaaa aaaa aaaaaa

Terra & Iori: Ahahaha!

(Ohse pushed to skate by Amahiko & Sarukawa)

Ohse: Wooaa! Wawawawa!

Amahiko & Sarukawa: Ahahaha!

(Fumiya and Ohse grappling on each other to keep their balance)

Fumiya: Oi, Ohse don’t shake, keep it steadya aaaa aaAaaa

The five of them: Watch out watch out! You two good there!?

(PIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: DAMNIT! I told you it’s dangerous!? What do you think will happen if you hurt…Oh, oh oh!

(Rikai falls on his ass)

Rikai: Gah!

Everyone except Ohse: Hahaha!!

Ohse: Rikai-san, are you okay!?

Rikai: My buttocks…!

The five of them: Ahahaha!!!

(Torahime trying to make a phone call)

Torahime:  ….

Torahime: (...Sensei’s not picking up)

Torahime: (No way he isn’t mad about me missing Kusanagi Rikai’s break, maybe)

Torahime: (But I didn’t expect it to happen at 6 am in the morning! That’s way too early! I was sleeping!)

Torahime: (...Either way, need to make sure I won’t let a break slip through my fingers ever again.)

Torahime: (If that happens, Sensei will dispose of me.)

Iori: WAAAA!!

Torahime: (!? A break!?)

(Sarukawa pushing Iori from behind as they skate)

Sarukawa: Hahahaha!

Iori: Saru-chan that’s dangerous! I’m good on my own! Seriously! ….!!

Torahime: (N-not it…)

Terra, Ohse & Rikai: GYAAAAH!!

Torahime: (!? A break!?)

(Amahiko being half-naked from the waist up)

Terra: Don’t strip, Amahiko!

Rikai: What are you doing!

Amahiko: Ahahaha, it’s cold

Fumiya: Hahaha

Torahime: (Geez! Stop misleading me!)

Torahime: (Tch, what is about these bunch of idiots that have Sensei’s… I don’t get it at all.)

(Everyone having fun)

(Torahime looking from afar)

Torahime: …..

Iori: Everyone here? I’ll take the picture now~

Iori: Say, self-sacrifice! Contribution?

Everyone: Free serviceeee!!

(Sound of camera snap)

Iori: Okay~!

Terra: Wait, can we do it again?

The six of them: Huh?

Terra: Terra-kun’s gotta like, be way more in front

The six of them: No no no

Terra: Yes, take it again~ Solipsism, vainglory, Terra-kuuun! Hey, did you take the pic yet?

(Torahime still trying to make a phone call, looking bitter)

Torahime: ………..

Rikai: The secret santa! Has started~!

The six of them: Woooo!!

Fumiya: Puff puff puff~~

Amahiko: Bang bang bang~

Ohse: Shing shing shing~

Amahiko: Bang bang~

Fumiya: Puff puff~

Ohse: Shing shing~

Amahiko: Bang bang bang~

Ohse: Shing shing shing~

Sarukawa: The hell we exchanging gifts for, fuckin’ lame

Terra: Ah! I forgot!

The five of them: ?

Terra: Didn’t we like, forget to tell Tora-san about the secret santa?

The five of them: Ah!

(Everyone apologizing individually)

Torahime: Eh? No no no! Please don’t mind me!

Torahime: I’m a mere freeloader! I totally, absolutely don’t mind!

Torahime: And I was the only one that wasn’t called to join the group’s photo from earlier too, so….

The six of them: ………

The six of them: We’re sorry! So sorry!!

Torahime: It’s okay! I don’t mind at all! I’m a freeloader! It’s presumptuous to think I’d be included!

Rikai: Tora-san, please come over here.

Amahiko: Let’s all enjoy Christmas together

Torahime: Ah, is that so

Iori: Tora-san

Torahime: ?

Iori: Express home delivery dropped by, it was addressed to you

Torahime: …Home delivery?

(A gigantic cardboard box was left behind)

Fumiya, Sarukawa, Terra, Iori, Ohse: …Huh… tch…

(Sarukawa and Fumiya kicking it)

Torahime: Ah, please stop. Don’t kick it, Sarukawa-san, Fumiya-san

(Sound of a violent kick)

Torahime: Hey now!

Amahiko: What happened?

Fumiya: Tora-san got a christmas present

Amahiko: From who?

Torahime: ….Prob… probably from… my girlfriend, I believe.

Amahiko: Eh!?

Torahime: I’m… I’m sorry

The seven of them: EEEH!? WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?

Torahime: HUH!?

(The seven of them all pretending to note care)

Torahime: Uh… um.. No, it’s just…

Sarukawa: Actually if you got a girlfriend then go to her

The six of them: Yes! As he says! Why are you not going back home!

Torahime: Ah, um…

Fumiya: Hey, let’s go eat cake

(Everyone agreeing)

Sarukawa: Io, does Tora get a slice?

Iori: Nope

Terra: What a shame

Everyone: Hahahaha…!

(Ohse standing infront of Torahime and threatening him)

Ohse: Snarl!

Torahime: Eh?

(Ohse runs away)

Torahime: (....Seems that I probably stepped on an unexpected landmine.)

Torahime: (Can I even stay at this house anymore…. More importantly, what is this?)

Torahime: (The handwriting… It has to be from Sensei…!)

Torahime: (This Christmas present is probably camouflage of some kind, I wonder what’s inside…)

(Torahime gently opens the box and something makes a move inside)

Torahime: !?

(Something pops out of the box)

Torahime: !?!?

Nakagami: Guess fate brought me here

The two of them: …………….

Torahime:  (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?)

Nakagami: (Charisma House infiltration: Complete)