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[burrowsangel]

It’s just more then

Joe burrow x female reader

(Part 2)

Content warning:adult themes,stalking,friends to lovers,violence (football duh),cussing,mocking,teasing

Summary: when game day arrives and the speculations haven’t been cleared up.Joes mind is focused on tasks at hand until a situation comes up leaves him questioning his feelings.

Joe felt the intensity of the game from the moment he woke up,his phone was blown up with messages,an alarms to get him ready and set to be there on time for the game.

He wasn’t expecting many of the questions they threw his way as they were interviewing most of them all before the game started,he felt his nerves become agitated while watching as the words fell out of his mouth not wanting them to come off the wrong way.

-Interview-

The lady interviewing Joe smiled at him as she felt embarrassment creep up her neck as she read the questions rolling in have nothing to do with football at.

“I’m sorry,most of the questions coming in have nothing to really do with football but more about asking your relationship and if your single” the lady gave him a apologetic smile as she shut the scene of her phone wanting to be able to focus the questions back on the game.

“I’m single,the speculations of the photos that were taken out of my house late at night was of my best friend sense childhood,it was a late night between friends that was just took out on context,she’s a amazing girl,you know but it’s not like that most girls you see friends with guys in the nfl it’s then secretly hooking up but it’s more then that,she’s my go to and I know if something ever happened she’s the first person who’s gonna be by my side and I hope nothing is ever gonna change that” part of him felt himself relaxed as he talked about it zoning out before looking back at the lady interviewing him.

“She’s great you know,she’s the first person there when somethings wrong and she just spoils the hell out of you trying to make the situation better,she’s a lot different then most she’s more willing to come down during practice and play and be super into it rather then be home worried about what she’s gonna wear or how her hair and nails look,she doesn’t take crap from anyone and I think that’s why we got along so easily when we met as kids”

Joe didn’t realize that he felt himself start to blush at the idea of thinking about his best friend as the interview ended and the game vs the eagles was getting ready to begin.

Halfway through the game with five minutes left in the second half,joe couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong the way Taylor Britt kept looking almost as if he was ancy.But when halftime came he made sure seeing Taylor Britt was his first mission.

“Man what the hell is going on your not even focused on the game?” Joe told him as he shoved him very slightly to get his focus on him.

The light in Taylor Britts eyes saddened as he looked at him.

“You haven’t seen it have you?” Taylor asked him as he made joe sit down on the blenchers.

“Fans recongized her from the photo few weeks ago,there was a accident” he said with sadness as he delivered the news.

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[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Goth Boss (6)

Warning: Therapy, mostly talking 

summary: Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret. ( could Bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

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

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What was suppose to be a journal about emotions and feelings for Tony turned into a sketched pad. After wasting the first few pages writing and erasing to the point of pages ripping he started sketching out things. He sketched out car designs, houses, rooms, a new Spidey suit. Honestly he sketched everything that came to his mind everything that didn’t involve Iron man or stark industries. Sometime he’d write notes on the side but nothing really about his feelings.

The sketches were a way for him to calm down and think, slow his pace if you will. Therapy hadn’t really been about helping him and his daughter relationship or so focusing on getting a handle on and healing himself first. 

No longer drinking alcohol or caffeine, finally with a regular sleeping schedule, and exercising. He was beginning a healthier life style.  And the others were enjoying or at least found in amusing. 

“What are we drawing today?” Steve said as he sat next to Tony at breakfast. He was very interested in his sketches. 

“An improved 1973 impala.” he said drinking his smoothie. He wrote little notes on how he could improve it on the side. 

“So ... therapy is... good?” Bruce asked 

“We aren’t talking about what I want to talk about”

“Therapy isn’t about talking about what you want to talk about it’s about talking what you need to talk about” Bucky said pouring himself a cup of coffee “ By the time you finish talking about that stuff you won’t want to talk about the stuff you want to talk about and then you’ll start talking about it.” Tony watched him leave the kitchen. Who would have thought he would be getting therapy advice from the guy who killed his parent. Guess that was another topic he would have to talk about. 

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Sitting on the blenchers Peter said one row above her so he could look over her shoulder as she drew. (Y/n) didn’t mind she often let Peter look through her journal anyways. He never question her work only commented on its beauty and uniqueness. 

“What’s the story?” he asked 

Art always has stories some connected to other pieces others were didn’t whether she came up with the story before, during, or after the picture it was always beautiful.

The little girl on the paper looked back at her, she didn’t have any eyes. 

“I don’t know yet” 

“... He’s getting therapy” Peter suddenly said 

“That’s good, I guess... He still asking about me?” 

“No, I guess he knows not to now. Not like I tell him anything” (Y/n) had this odd feeling her chest she couldn’t quite explain with this new found information. “isn’t this what  you wanted?” Peter asked suddenly looking to her he could see the conflicted in the hesitation of her pencil. 

“Hey, talk to me?” 

“How long has it been since...?”

“It’s been a couple of months since you first saw your dad. I’d say five six months.” he did the math off the top of his head “ I know we’ve been officially together for four months” he stated proudly. she laughed leaning back he leaned down and kissed her. 

“I guess I got use to it” he looked at her confused “ him asking about me, trying so desperately to wiggle into my life, to get me back...weird right?”

“No, you’re finally getting what you wanted even if you don’t entirely trust it. which I don’t blame you for not trusting him. As said it needs to be earned now. Do whatever makes you feel good? Do what every makes you happy? let him be there, let him go that’s up to you.” 

“I love you” (Y/n) eyes widen and panic set in as she realized what she had just said out loud “ shit... sorry, shouldn’t have-”

“I love you too. I really do.”  Turning around (y/n) threw herself into Peter’s arms.

“Thank you”

“For loving you?”

“Yes” 

[screamingchipmunk]

yea the hatred makes the whole living with them end with the handler getting killed seeing as everyone is armed....but the idea of them on the blenchers as the other play with fireworks...maybe holding hands...as a treat

THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE YES

[dreaminpeaches]

(Welcome to the daydream drawing board, a tag where I share some my newest ideas not all of these ideas will be thought out--mostly just quick points-- but it's just nice to have them some where...oof)

TW: angst, mention of domestic abuse, child abuse, alcohol mentioned, father mentioned, bullying and guilt...

(Be sure you're mentally ready, you can come back later or take breaks while reading, it's kind of long...oof)

The most recent concept I dreamed up is about a couple consisting of a reformed/"retired" highschool bully/jock who falls for the new nerdy woman in town, this paracosm is mildly inspired by A Silent Voice, Bojack Horseman and Strange things (but only like a little bit)

Beau

He was the high school quarterback and star player

He was super popular and everyone wanted to be around him

His fave after school activities where smoking under the blenchers (after practice), going out to parties, making out with hotest girls in school (usually the new girls), bullying the weaker "outcast" kids, flirting with older women into getting him and his friends alcohol, and other dumb jock stuff

Beau always made fun of the weird nerdy kids; giving them swirlies, stuffing them in lockers, hiding their belongs (glasses, inhalers, backpacks, calculators, handle gaming devices etc), and throwing a few knuckle sandwiches at them on his worst days.

Beau bullied other because he had a rough home life, his father was abusive and usually came home angry and would take out his anger on the family (, mostly Beau's mom)

Beau's parents had him at young age, Beau's dad had big dreams at becoming a famous author but had a hard time getting his books picked up and blamed his career failures on Beau

Beau would try to protect his family from his dad's outburst but the only person he could protect successful was his little brother, Devin.

When Beau would try to protect his mother he would get brutally beaten by his dad in process, sometimes he would get hit so bad that he blacked out, because of this Beau's mom would tell him go to the treehouse and take his little brother with him in hopes they wouldn't hear their parents fight

In the treehouse, Beau would read books to Devin to distract him from what was happening, one of Devin's favorite books was "Is there a horse in your house?" A simple book about looking for a horse in a house, Devin would always find this book funny and hearing his little brother's laugh made Beau feel better, so Beau wouldn't mind having to read it over and over again. (This was back when Beau was in early middle school and Dev was in kindergarten)

Beau and Dev knew it was "safe" to come out, when their mother said dinner was ready, but there would be some days where they end up sleeping in the treehouse and waking up to their mom telling them breakfast was ready and they had to eat quietly while their dad slept

It was in middle school, Beau started to bully other kids, he liked the power and feeling of being able to fight someone and win, to be the one to be feared instead of being afaird, it was addicting

Football became a better way to cope with his feeling but he still bullied none the less.

Football was the only time where his dad wasn't as much of jerk, it was almost like Beau's dad was felt like an actual father when watching football, and being on the football team was an achievement his dad was actually proud of beau for, so thanksgiving and super bowl season was a somewhat peaceful time

Around sophomore year his mother finally got away from her abusive husband, soon after Beau's mom fell in love with a nice man, who actually cared about her and they got married and had a daughter together who became Beau's little sister, Carrie whom he loves dearly..

Beau is super over protective of his family (protecting both his siblings from other bullies, ironically), to the point where even when his mom found a new lover, Beau still keep his guard up and because of this his step dad is kind of intimidated by him

Beau was able to bond with his step dad over cars and mechanics, a topic Beau was obsessed about since middle school because he would dream of building a car that would be able to drive him and his family far away from his father as possible without stopping

Beau's step dad owns a gas station/mechanics shop, Beau would help out in the shop on weekends when he was free and occasionally steal beer for parties.

Despite his bully/typical jock persona Beau is actually quite patient especially when it comes to younger kids

Due how stressful her home life was, Beau would take it upon himself to look after his little brother and do chores around the house when his mom was unable to, he would even cook dinner and breakfast (a skill he learned to do at an earlier age compared to his peers), his dad often called him a "Sissy" for doing so..

Beau never asked for allowance, since his family was kind of tight on money he felt bad for asking, so he just took lunch money and allowance from the kids he bullied. Money would go to grocery money, money to buy gifts for his mother/brother, money to help with rent , or money just to buy the new NFL game or some alcohol or cigarettes.

In his high school days , sometimes when Beau didn't want to deal with his dad/home life he would crash at friends place or stay over after a party but he would call up to make sure his little brother/mother/sister were okay

Beau started smoking on a dare, when he realized it kind help ease the mental pain, he started doing it for real (same with drinking)

Even Beau liked to drink, he never drove drunk or let his friends drive drunk, if was a party mostly consisting of his friends he would try his best to be the sober one to drive everyone home

Beau was set to be a big football star once he graduated highschool he even got into an ivy league school, but there was something stopping him from focusing fully on his studies, (that and the fact he kind of cheated since he let the nerds he bullied do most of his homework since he didn't have time or just do lazy to actually do it himself in highschool), so he ended up flunking out

During the time he dropped out his step dad needed an extra hand at the shop, so he thought might as well go back home

At first Beau thought his family would be disappointed in him but they couldn't be more happy that he was back home especially his siblings

It was when he returned to his hometown that he finally realized what was feeling was haunting him this whole time it was the feeling of guilt he had gotten from being a bully for so long. Since most of his jock friends were busy with their college career, it left him with little to no friends in his hometown, Everytime he saw a familiar face around town it was usually one of his former victims, seeing them would give him a weird sick oozey feeling in his stomach, and it didn't help that his step dad ran popular mechanic shop that was frequented by the locals, the feeling of guilt got so bad at times, he would stay home from work but wouldn't really tell his parents why out of fear that they would hate him.

So, when Beau meets the new woman in town, Bonnie who works at the comic book shop/arcade/maid cafe, who becomes the only person Beau can talk to in town besides his family, and he starts to fall for her. He feels conflicted because this would be someone he would totally bully in high school, but shes really so nice and sweet to him, does he really deserve girl that nice, what happens if she finds out about his past, will Bonnie still love him.

Beau makes it his mission to try and make amends with the people he has bullied over the years, at first he does this on his own (with a little help for Dev whose middle school age now), without Bonnie knowing but one of the nerds used to bully kind of sorta also gets a crush on Bonnie and feels like she's too good for Beau, and tries to expose him for the "fiend" he is. This leads to Beau having mental break down when he knows Bonnie knows about his past, but she comforts him and accepts him for who he is, and helps him try to make amends with his past victims...

Some people accept Beau's apology right away (understanding his background), others take a while, some don't forgive Beau at all, which he respectfully understands, he was kind of jerk

Oof, this is prolly gonna be the most heavy paracosm I have if I continue it, but if I do post about it's mostly gonna be fluffy light stuff--nerd/jock dynamic interactions, along with toll/smoll dynamic interactions. OH by the way this paracosm is set in the 80/90s maybe early 2000s because they don't use smartphones in this paracosm it's mostly payphones, landlines, VHS tapes, DVDs and tape records (but I will use modern music if and when I make a playlist, so it might be a mixed timeline) also I don't have a name for this paracosm might edit one in later...

[jae-canikeepyou]

| hey m.v.p. | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: okay. this is not the first that i’ve written a scenario based on basketball, so i hope this can maybe(?) make your hearts giddy again? also! it’s really not proof read nor well written but please do enjoy reading! hehehe 🥰 ~j.

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the continuous, long, ringing sound of the impact from the bouncing amber colored ball boasted its decibels at the outdoor mini court.

today was another date with your boyfriend; a varsity basketball player of the university. unlike most couples, girls would wait for their darlings to finish a game. for you however, would join him for a one-on-one match. serious or not he’d always let you play; not because he would go easy on you, but because you knew how to take on his challenge.

jaehyun called a timeout, noticing how heavy you exhaled and your lungs struggled to catch breath. he tossed you a bottle and you gladly took it to quench yourself. he watched you standing at the center of the mid-court, the sun’s rays acting like your glowing background, defining beauty and a heaven-sent figure he was blessed to have.

feeling squirmy and shy around you was something he couldn’t resist to feel out in the public. he was affectionate with skinship and you didn’t mind that at all.

“baby!” you jogged towards your boyfriend, helping him wipe the rolling beads of sweat by his temples and forehead. “teach me how to nail a through-the-leg shot.”

“why?” he interlocked his fingers behind you so you wouldn’t escape.

he copied and mimicked your whines because it was the nth time you have asked him, and he always refused to teach you. “but every time i do it i miss a shot-” your words close to inaudible but jaehyun understood what you meant and he pressed his lips. “-or i end up falling.” you shrugged.

“y/n. your form’s okay. it’s just your jump landing and timing.” he pinched your cheeks lightly. “i wanna teach you but i don’t want my baby to get hurt, so no.”

you took the towel that was placed on his head as he took the ball, feeling bummed that this time yet again he wouldn’t teach you. he gestured you to go to him and you obliged no matter how salty you slightly felt towards him.

a short break was enough for you both to continue with the sport. with all the small matches you’ve played against him, there was one thing you’ve always known: jaehyun was very competitive, so whatever ball game or any game you both played, he was always, always going to play it better. you loved how concentrated his eyes were, the tiny smirk when you were open, the deepening of his dimples once the ball went in the hoop, and the victorious stretch of his arms as he celebrated.

he dribbled the ball and you tried to steal it away from him, but given your smaller frame with his, he probably held himself back and went a little lenient to you. “there’s a game that mark taught me. it’s called h.o.r.s.e. we played it for at least thirty minutes. wanna give it a shot?” he stopped moving and spun the ball on his pointer finger.

“okay!” you cheered, making him smile wider at the willingness you showed. “how does it go?”

“i’ll do a move and you follow what i do, but you’ll gain a letter if you failed to shoot. the game ends when either of us reaches ‘e’.” he tossed the ball to you. “i’ll let you start.”

“hold on, i feel hot.” you dropped the ball to hold in between your feet, and removed the thin layer of jacket sticking to your skin. you wore a loose white crop top over the new sports bra you bought and grey sweatpants.

jaehyun averted his gaze although he blushed unnecessarily at your carefree action. he cleared his throat from thinking of unnecessary thoughts entering his brain. he tossed you the ball again and the game started with you doing a simple free throw; followed by his layups and double clutch. the punishment were always the same; buy food for the other. this time you didn’t want to lose and made sure you make the shot while he misses.

he began to smirk, something he’d usually do to signal you. the battle was on. there was no way he would lose this, so he went for a move that he knew you wouldn’t do. you guessed it, the through-the-leg shot. however he groaned right after he realised what he had done, and was too late when you got the ball in your palms.

you attempted the move and just when you thought you had it, the ball missed the ring and fell— so was the view before your eyes, you were falling too. the good thing was you managed to get on your toes, but collapsing on your knees afterwards.

“aww, that’s an ‘e’ for me.” you hissed and laid down on the ground, defeated again.

“it’s okay.” he helped you up and hugged, but you immediately pulled yourself away from him.

“tsk, you’re sticky.” you ran towards the bench, to no avail he picked you up and turned you non-stop. “put me down jae.”

jaehyun loved spoiling you the way he could get his chance upon, that included almost every little thing you did— from the pursed lips when you were feeling embarrassed to your breaking smile that sent his heart flying everywhere. however, he wasn’t the only one you sent his heart flying and bursting in the sky.

it was a given that in the campus, you weren’t part of the ‘visual spectrum’ the students have created, but it was your beautiful soul and kind-hearted personality that attracted them to you. and jaehyun was pulled to you like a magnet once his friends continuously nudged each other that one time at the locker hall. since then he was one of those secret admirers who skilfully and secretly left you letters after class, a carton of juice or milk in your bag, and offered you an umbrella on rainy days.

you didn’t like the attention, in all honesty you weren’t even craving for some. there were worries whether if you had done something wrong that caused them to talk about you all the time despite being a transfer student of the creative media department. so that one day when your friend invited you to watch a basketball match, it was when you saw jaehyun for the first time.

the team noticed your existence at one area of the blenchers. imagine the impact they gave when they all stared at you like meerkats and yet smiled like adorable quokkas. one certain quokka however got your attention, well not because he had dimples, but because he was hit in the face with a basketball.

let us all say you became friends and he invited you to be in his group project. great chemistry and ideals for each other. what made jaehyun fall for you even more was that, you played basketball, just like him.

the memory of that time was interrupted with jaehyun leaving you at the bench, off to somewhere the heavens knew where. as you waited, your eyes led to the ball, tempting you to try out the skill you’ve always failed at. this is the chance, you thought. dribbling the ball several times, your attempts to try it failed miserably again.

you stood right at the arc of the lines beneath your shoes. determination fired your eyes and felt like goku from the dragon ball animation. the repetitive sentence echoed your ears, telling yourself ‘you could do it’. however that was stopped when players you’ve never seen before circled around you, almost hovering your small frame.

“hey, mind if we.. teach you?” they offered, but their intentions were very transparent. and you should’ve worn your jacket.

“no thanks. i pretty much can handle it myself.” you picked the ball up and went back to the bench, only to be stopped halfway when one of them grabbed your wrists. “let go.”

a smug look on their faces had you stepping backwards. “little miss killjoy, we’re offering you help-”

“she’s already gotten help.” jaehyun soon came behind you and your back hit his chest.

“who the heck are you?” they asked as if putting up a front would scare him.

“i’m her boyfriend and i’d appreciate it if you lot stop staring at her like that.” he let you sit on the bench once they scurried off, placing his towel on your head that was large enough to reach your lap. “from now on you’re wearing my my jacket and don’t take it off.”

you gulped when he stared into your eyes, full of worry and as if he sent protective shields to wrap around you. “the weather’s getting hot jae, and do you want me to die out of so much heat?”

“it’s better than getting your skin so exposed like earlier. you know you attract guys in the way i can’t tolerate.”

ah this argument again. more fingers and toes were needed to count because this wasn’t the first time jaehyun has been protective of you; although you couldn’t really blame him as to the whole campus— maybe to the majority of your admirers, he did win your heart. it wasn’t that you hated that side of him, you couldn’t bring it up to tell him that it limits you to be free.

a sigh was heard from your lips, catching his attention and he knelt down to see you properly. “but i’m not hiding anything!” you whined, removing the towel and jacket all at the same time, jaehyun startled at your childish response.

he arched his brows like he had something up in his sleeves. “really? you’re not hiding anything?” his palms reached for the ends of your sweatpants. he pulled and rolled them up until the fabric reached your thighs.

“what are you- look jae i swear i’m not hiding-” you then hissed at the pain soon as the wind hit your wounded, scarred knees.

“well?” he asked, tearing off the plaster packaging with his teeth and cleaned the wounds on both. “you’re not good at hiding something like this though.”

a spread of heat and embarrassment crawled your cheeks. “how did you know?”

jaehyun let out a soft chuckle. “you’re easy to read, honey.” he planted a kiss on your forehead and sat beside you. “you should’ve told me you’re in pain- why are you staring at me like that?”

he saw how your eyes widened and they asked for a quick stare contest. he was definitely lured into you, and that wasn’t new to him. “what?” he questioned again.

“ugh no good. i can’t read you at all.” you defeatedly laid on the bags. “i was confused why you left so suddenly. i thought you felt guilty because i lost the game and that you bought us snacks. i didn’t know you went all the way to tend me.”

“at the beginning of our relationship i told you i’ll treat you like a princess.” he pulled you close to him. “so let me treat you like one.”

“i’m no damsel in distress.” you rolled your eyes, a faint smile curving by the corners of your lips.

“uh clearly you were? i saved your butt from those guys.”

“and you saved me again with this.” you pointed at the carefully-plastered knees of yours and nudged him. “m.v.p.”

jaehyun felt you kiss his cheek, stunned with the title you named him. “i call you all cute nicknames and that’s all i’m gonna get? and you know i’m already the m.v.p.” his bummed voice caused you to giggle.

“not in basketball.” you reasoned.

“you expect me to play ‘guess the word’ now? because y/n, i’m not in the mood for-”

“you’re my valiant prince. m. v. p.”

jaehyun now laid on your lap, covering his ears at sudden nickname; obviously was awestruck and have never blushed so hard in his entire life.

[mknzi]

sexy ass sexy wife

@hvnaa​ said: okay but nasa are you sure? because there's also your sexy ass going pro.

a hint of a smile graced mack’s face, though she was shrugging her shoulders when she heard hana’s words right now. “i don’t think i could handle all that praise, you know? plus people taking photo’s of my ass? no thanks.” she tells her as she met her wife on the blenchers of princeton’s field. there wasn’t a game, but mack still kept up with her practices, making sure she was still in shape for when the school year returned. “plus, could you imagine the paparazzi around our place? no thanks.” she admits to her, before pressing a soft kiss to hana’s lips now, before she was sitting down next to her. “bring me any food, baby? just asking, because you usually do, and i enjoy the food you bring.”

[itsdjjones]

Picture to Burn | Dominer

TAGGING: @notpeterxparker & @itsdjjones

DATE: 8/17 Thursday afternoon

PLACE: Parker and Dom’s apartment

NOTES: DJ and Parker have a heart to heart about their relationship and the past. 

Parker didn't want to move from her spot on the couch, since she was comfortable, snuggled into Dominic and could careless about unpacking at the moment. She wasn't looking forward to going back to work, since it meant that she had to live a second life, one that she had to keep from Dom. She chewed on her lower lip as she thought before she snuggled even more into him and let out a content sigh. Chicago was a smart decision that they had made, since it made things better and felt like everything was a thousand miles away from them.

DJ was exhausted from the trip to Chicago but happy they went. They needed to get away for a while and just have it be them for a while. It felt like everything that happened at the party was forever ago. The trip made them closer and DJ was grateful for that. They were mindlessly watching tv together on the couch. Roommates were gone doing god knows what and the two of them had the house to themselves. "I love you." He said as he played with her hair.

Parker smiled softly when she heard him, knowing she couldnt get enough of hearing him say those words and felt him play with her hair before she glanced up at him. "I love you too." She replied as she kissed his cheek as she placed a hand on his chest and placed her head back onto his shoulder. "What do you think about me going back to blond? That way my hair can breath and has a chance to relax?" She had been debating back and forth on rather or not that she should dye her hair back to her natural color for a week now.

DJ raised his eyebrows. "Like all natural?" He asked. "I think it would be cool. You were blonde when we met." He smiled. DJ thought about he time they met. He was with skylar back then. The thought of skylar was weighing on him after what Ethan had sad. He knew it had to tell Parker about everything. And soon. He swallowed and smiled down at her. "You look beautiful no matter what your hair color." He smiled. "Hey I'll even grow my braids back out and we can look like teenagers again." He joked.

Parker nodded as she looked up at him. "Yeah, all natural, no color whatsoever." She answered. "I was, yeah and I still have my camera from that day too." She smiled with a careful nod and remembered that day if it was yesterday. She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes and grinned as she could feel the warmth starting to spread across her cheeks when she heard him and met his eyes. One of the few things that she couldnt get used too, no matter how hard she tried. "Thank you baby." She pecked his lips and raised an eyebrow as she carefully sat up then straddled his lap to look at him better as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, I loved your braids mister. I thought they made you adorable and innocent and precious. I mean, between the dimples and the braids and the smooth talking game, was on fire and still is on fire. I also honesty think you can rock them today."

DJ smiled when she sat his in lap. He hand his hands mindlessly up and down her thighs as he looked up at her. He laughed. "Really? I thought you hated them! That's why I cute them off in the first place" he rubbed the top of his head. "You don't like the shaved look?" He asked. DJ was always that person that wanted to look good for his girl. "It would take a while to grow them out. I could have a fro in the meantime." He laughed. DJ smiled up at her and he kissed her softly. "So I wanted to talk to you about something." He said softly.

Parker nodded before she shook her head as she felt his hands up and down her thighs. "Really and no! I didn't hate them. Why would I hate your braids, the only time I hated them was whenever they were in your face. You seriously cut them off for me?! I thought you cut them off because you were getting tired of them." She gave him a look and rubbed the top of his head like he had done. "I like the shaved look." She shrugged with a smile. "And that's fine. Im sure I'll like the fro too." She cupped his cheek as she returned the soft kiss and looked at him. "Oh? What's up?"

DJ put his hands on her hips and he smiled. "Good." He looked at her and took a breath. "So I met up with Skylar." He paused and then shook his head. "Nothing happened. We went for coffee and I just wanted to like...mend things I guess but she was...well she was skylar." He scoffed. "And I drunk texted her telling her how much I loved you." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I didn't want to tell you on our trip because I didn't want to ruin it."

Parker smiled when she heard him and felt her smile dropped as she heard 'I met up with Skylar'. She swallowed some as she let her hands fall onto his shoulders and was slightly relieved that nothing happened, since she knew that things weren't going to happen. "When did you go and get coffee?" She slightly nodded when she heard him and drunk texting Skylar about how he loved her. "Im sure she had a field day with that..Given our history." She heard him and kept looking at him. "Understandable, but why didn't you tell me when we were talking about that night before our trip?"

DJ shrugged. "It didn't feel like right timing and I didn't want you to be mad at me." He sighed. "It was a while ago. I just didn't think of it as a big deal but I realized that even if it's not a big deal I should be telling you everything anyways." He touched her cheek. "You're the best thing in my life. I just...sometimes Skylar gets in my head. Like I'm not good enough for you or something." He said looking away.

Parker looked at him as she kept listened to him and nodded. "Yeah, I mean. Even back in high school we told each other everything and we trust each other. Its been always like that since we met." She placed her hand over his and kissed his palm. She cupped his cheek and rested her forehead against his gently. "And you're the best thing in my life too. Babe, that's what she does, ever since high school. Tries to manipulate you to think that.." She paused a bit, knowing what she needed to do." But do YOU think that you're not good enough for me?"

DJ looked at him and he shook his head. "Hell no. You're way too good for me and I'm just lucky that you put up with me." He touched her cheek. "I just...yeah sometimes I do think I'm not good enough." He looked at her. "I wanna be a better boyfriend and I'm trying." He said as he searched her eyes.

Parker raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Hell no, no. You're way too good for me and Im the one who's lucky that you put with me." She leaned into his touch once more. "So do I." She said honesty. "Then I remembered that out of every girl here who has a crush on you, you decided to be with me and let me love you." She whispered as she caressed his cheek and nodded. "I know baby, I know you're trying but you gotta realize that you're already a better boyfriend for being honest with me." She pulled away some and gotten off of his lap. "I'll be right back." She headed into her room, grabbed the box of pictures from high school and grabbed the one with DJ and Skylar, from underneath the blenchers. She grabbed a lighter from her drawer, shut it and headed back into the living room, where she went back sitting in his lap. She placed the lighter on the arm of the couch and looked at him. "This guy." She pointed towards him in his football uniform. "Isn't you anymore. this is a stranger, who didn't know what was going to happen mere seconds later." She placed the picture next to him and grabbed her phone, unlocked her phone to the picture of them. "This is Dom, he has been the best boyfriend despite of some bumps in the road and some hiccups but that's normal in a relationship because we're still learning as a couple." She locked her phone and cupped his cheeks as she searched his eyes after placing it back where it was at. "Baby, you're already a better boyfriend."

DJ listened to her and she watched her get up and leave. He sighed and as she came back he raised his eyebrows looking at the photo. "You still have this?" He looked at the photo of him and skylar getting caught under the bleachers and then at the photo of him and Parker. You could tell how much happier and better things were. He was a punk back in high school and he had changed so much since then. He looked into her eyes feeling himself tear up a little bit only because she was right. He was way better. Dom had to stop letting other people get in his head like Skylar and Ethan. Because this relationship was about him and Parker and no one else. He leaned up and kissed her softly.

Parker nodded. "I do, because I figured you should be the one who destroys it. Not me." She replied softly as she looked at him. She returned the soft kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She rubbed his back and broke it gently before she leaned her forehead against his forehead. "There's ain't no other man like you and if I have to play Christina Aguilera's song, I will to reassure you."

DJ laughed at her comment and he smiled at her. Her humor was just another thing that DJ loved about her. He looked at the lighter and he took the picture in his other hand. He hesitated for a second and then took a deep breath before lighting the picture.

Parker smiled when she heard him laugh and kissed his cheek. She rubbed his back as she rested her head on his shoulder and watched him set the picture on fire. She continued to rub his back, knowing that it would be the last piece of the Skylar's and DJ's relationship.

DJ flicked the photo back and forth to take out the fire and he tossed the remains on the coffee table. He looked over at her and smiled. "You know exactly what I need before I even do." He said. DJ wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. "I love you so much."

Parker watched him tossed the remains on the coffee and smiled when she locked eyes with him. "Eh, well. It pained me to keep it around but I figured that I couldnt get rid of it." She wrapped her arms around him once he pulled her close. "I love you so much too."

DJ smiled. "Well I just burned the first photo you've ever taken of me." He smirked and pulled Parker back into his lap kissing her once more. He pulled her close and moved his kisses down her jaw and to her neck.

Parker smiled when she heard him. "This is true, but thankfully there's other pictures I've taken of you." She smirked and instantly wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned the kiss. She straddled his hips as she tilted her head some to give him more access as she knew he was getting close to her pulse point.

DJ nodded at her words. He hummed against her skin as he kissed her neck. His hands moved up her thighs and around to her ass pulling her closer. He moved back up to her lips and smirked against them. "Hope the boys don't walk in" He chuckled and then kissed her once more, not really caring about if their roommates came home or not.

Parker shuddered a bit when he hummed against her skin and felt him kissed her neck. She let out a gasp when he pulled her closer to him and grinned against his smirk. "I don't think they will." She returned the kiss before she deepened the kiss between them as her hips grinded her hips against his. She broke the kiss then she kissed along his jawline and down his neck as she moved her hips in a slow circle.

DJ moaned a little as she kissed his neck and moved her hips onto him. He picked her up and made his way to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. In no time clothes were coming off and DJ was kissing every inch of her body that he could. ~fade to black~

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