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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months

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grease is the word (b.r.b)

note: this is for @gretagerwigsmuse and @cottagecori who heard me say "bradley bradshaw as danny zuko" and then let me run wild with it. technically part of like father, like daughter but does not have to be read in the context of same mistakes at all

summary: Bradley gets the role of Danny Zuko in the school play. That's it, that's the thought.

warnings: swearing, a dash of angst, kissing

word count: 4.3k

“So I’m going to be in the school musical.” Bradley says, lifting himself up to sit on the kitchen counter. “We’re doing Grease, and they needed someone to play Danny Zuko-“

You choke on your fried rice.

Slider pats you on the back as you croak out a “What?”

“You’ve never shown interest in theater before now.” Carole says with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, well I’m friends with one of the assistant directors-“

“He means he has a crush on her.” Your Dad clarifies with a wink. A goofy grin appears on his face, his cheeks turning a dusty pink as he shrugs.

“Maybe a little. Anyways, Janie is in my AP Euro class and asked if I could come play the piano for rehearsals. They didn’t have anyone audition for Danny and asked if I could read some of the lines and- well, I guess now I’m gonna be playing Danny.”

The thought of Bradley in a leather jacket, his curls greased back, singing Greased Lightning- you could swoon.

“Well, that’s exciting.” Carole says. “I’m excited to come see you. The show is early November, right?”

He nods as his Mom walks over to the calendar on the wall. “The 4th through the 6th.”

“We’ll be there.”

“So I heard your boyfriend is gonna be in the school musical.”

You sigh as you cringe, not even turning around to face the person you know is behind you.

Arguably, Sienna was the person closest to you. You’d say she was your best friend, someone you spent the most time with.

“Whose boyfriend?”

And then there’s that. Sienna had a whole separate friend group from you, people she’d probably say were her best friends.

Sienna slides into the desk next to you, turning to face the twins, Madison and Matt.

“Heard Bradshaw’s in the play.” Lexi says, sitting down at the desk opposite to you.

“Her boyfriend.” Sienna says, throwing you a smirk.

“He’s not- Shut up Sienna, you’re gonna get me in trouble.” You mumble, watching Bradley and Janie enter the classroom of your home room.

“Ohhh, I see.” Sienna says, flipping her long hair over her shoulder as she turns back in her seat.

“Do you want to come to the mall with us after school?” Madison asks, leaning behind you as Ben waves, sitting down behind Lexi.

“She can’t. She’s not supposed to be driving with people who don’t have their license.” Bradley says, sliding into the seat in front of you as he tugs off his backpack.

“I have my permit.” Madison argues as her brother shoots a “No one asked you, Bradshaw.”

“Hey, your Dad’s deploying soon, right?” Ben whispers, scooting his desk closer to you. “How long?”

“Six weeks, supposedly.”

“You always gotta multiply it by two.” Sienna jokes.

“Or divide by half, if he gets himself injured again.” Bradley says, though he doesn’t turn to face the group.

“I’m disregarding the fact that you even said anything.”

“So… the mall?”

“She has to run lines with me, I need the extra practice.” Bradley says with a wink, finally facing the group.

“Bradley-“

“Alright, alright, that’s enough of the chatter. I know it’s Monday and you all want to gossip about your weekends but let’s save that for after morning announcements.” Mr. Parker, your home room teacher interrupts, dropping his bag on the desk.

A note appears in your peripheral vision, and you take it discreetly from Sienna before Bradley can notice.

Mall with Madison and me?

You sigh, scrawling back Better not, Bradley’ll tattle.

“Fucking Bradshaw.” Matt whispers.

“Here comes your boyfriend.”

Sienna flinches as you slam your locker shut. “Cut that shit out, would you Sienna? He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.”

“Hey ladies.” Bradley says, coming up behind you, leaning on the lockers. “You ready to go?”

“Hey Bradley.” A senior girl you’ve only ever seen in the hallway, appears in your vision as Bradley straightens.

“Hey Clara.” He says, nodding to the two girls behind her who are giggling. “Ava, Tracy.”

“So, I hear you’re gonna be playing Danny Zuko in the school musical.”

He nods, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I am.”

“Well, you must be so nervous.” Clara says, shouldering her way in between you and Bradley. Your jaw drops as Sienna steadies you, April appearing over her shoulder.

“What the fuck dude.” Sienna mutters as you roll your shoulders, turning to face the pair.

“Well, kinda. I’ve never been in a play before so..” Bradley trails off, eyebrows threading together as the three of you give him unimpressed looks.

“Well, if you ever want anyone to read lines with, I can play Sandy…” Clara says, hand landing on his bicep.

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment but I, uh, already have someone to run lines with.” Bradley says, pointing to you. Clara turns as if this is the first time she’s seen you.

“Oh.” She wrinkles her nose. “Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.”

Clara isn’t even out of earshot before Sienna starts fake gagging.

“Vomit, Bradshaw.” April says, shaking her head. “That was gross.”

“Whatever, April.” Bradley says, setting his hands on your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“So why do you even need help running lines in the first place? You’ve been in the play for like, five minutes.” You ask as you sit down at the Bradshaw kitchen table.

“I’m already two rehearsals behind, I’ve got to catch up.” Bradley says, opening the fridge door.

“Who’s playing Sandy?”

“Do you know Lacy Thomas?”

“The freshman?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, cause that’s not gonna start any drama.”

Bradley shuts the door of the fridge, revealing two Cokes. “See, you’re already preparing me. I don’t even know any of the drama gossip.”

You roll your eyes. “I think you’ll do just fine.”

He sighs, sitting down across from you. “Yeah, Janie said the same thing, but I don’t know, I’m kinda nervous about some of the scenes. What if I slip on the bleachers during Summer Nights?”

Bradley slides the scene he wants to rehearse across the table to you as he talks. “Bradley, this one of the most memorable scenes from the movie, are you sure you need my help?” You ask.

The look he gives you is pleading. “Please humor me here, Danny is a bit of a sleaze and that is so not how I was raised and I’m just-”

“Fine, Bradshaw. God.” You exclaim, rolling your eyes, even though deep down you’re flattered Bradley is entrusting you with this. “I’ll help you alright?”

“Okay, here goes nothing.” He says, clearing his throat.

“W-what are you doing here? I- I thought you were going back to Australia!”

“We had a change of plans.” You mimic, doing your best to channel Olivia Newton-John.

“I can’t- I mean, that’s cool baby, you know how it is. Rocking and rolling and whatnot- I can not do this.” He says with a groan. “Why is he so gross?”

“I think that’s the point, B.”

He groans again, collapsing into the table. “I give up.”

You feel giddy almost, walking up the steps of the school. You should be just right on time, if rehearsal got out when it was supposed to.

You were so excited to show Bradley that you had driven here, excitement almost making you skip towards the double doors of the auditorium where they’d been holding a majority of the rehearsals.

Bradley didn’t even know you were coming, which only made your excitement grow even more.

“Ron, can you pick Bradley up after rehearsal today?” Carole asked as she grabbed her purse from the counter. You both look up at her from where you’re discussing your English homework with your Uncle. “The Bronco is still in the shop and I’m going in for a last minute cover from Sally.”

“Can I pick him up?” You ask, fiddling with your pencil. “I can take Slider’s truck, if that’s okay with you?”

Slider shrugs. “I don’t have a problem with it, now that you’ve got your learner’s permit.” Slider says with a nudge to your shoulder.

Carole sighs, digging around in her bag for her keys. “Sounds good. There’s leftover lasagna in the fridge for dinner.” Carole presses a kiss to your head and then calls out, “Be on good behavior.” as she leaves the house.

You’re hoping you and Bradley can go out to dinner instead of eating the leftover lasagna, or maybe go get milkshakes to celebrate his progress in the play.

You turn the corner into the courtyard when you spot them.

You freeze.

Bradley’s got one of his arms leaned up on the metal poles that outline the corridors of the campus, other hand in his pocket as he talks to Janie. She’s looking up at him, beaming as she straightens out the collar of his shirt.

You swallow, breath hitching as you do.

Oh.

You turn, reaching for the car keys in your pocket but the shakiness of your hands causes you to drop them, the clang echoing through the empty court yard. You cringe as you kneel down to pick them up, avoiding the looks you know Janie and Bradley are probably giving you.

You pray that they’ll just let you leave as you turn back towards the entrance of the school but the sound of someone jogging after you ruins that dream.

Someone tugs on your arm, turning you to face them and you catch Bradley’s hazel eyes swimming with concern before you look away from him again.

“Hey, is everything okay? What are you doing here? Did you hear something from your Dad?”

You shrug. “I drove here. Everything’s fine, I- I just- just- thought maybe you could use a ride and we could go get food or something.”

Bradley’s shoulders fall. “Oh shit, I - I wish I could but Janie and I are gonna go to her house and study for that AP Euro test tomorrow. She’s gonna give me a ride back.”

You swallow. “Oh, okay. No, that’s okay. I just thought-” You wave a hand, trying to swallow down the tears. “Doesn’t matter what I thought. Um, have fun, okay?”

He nods uncertainly, eyes searching yours.

Don’t fuck this up for him.

You suck in a breath, taking a step back, causing Bradley’s arm to fall from your shoulder.

“See you in home room tomorrow.”

You turn, walking back to Slider’s truck, sliding in the front seat as you take a deep breath, trying not to cry as you drive out of the parking lot.

Why did you expect Bradley to be impressed? Why did you expect him to think it was cool you’d driven your Uncle’s truck here? After all, he’d had his license for months, so had all his friends.

You’d always been the younger girl, the one who had always been around, the little sister figure who was always going to be there. He’d never see you as anything more than his favorite uncle’s daughter.

Hell, he probably didn't even see you as his friend, just someone who was there.

Your eyes itch with the familiar sting of tears as you open the front door, dropping the keys on the entryway table.

“Hey, I thought you and Bradley were going to go out after rehearsal?” Slider asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“He’s studying with Janie.”

Slider says something you don’t hear as you turn, trudging up the stairs.

You slip inside your bedroom, laying on the top of the duvet, feeling silly as the tears begin to slide down your cheeks.

Why would Bradley ever like someone like you?

Janie was the perfect girl.

Her parents were still married, she had an older brother who was a doctor and an older sister who worked as engineer. She was smart and intelligent, kind and pure, full of happiness and light.

She’d be so good for someone like Bradley, who was all those things and more.

You could see it now, the children they’d have, the family they’d build together. Their kids would probably have Janie’s freckles, Bradley’s curls.

They’d be happy together.

You wipe your hand at your cheek, fruitlessly trying to rid yourself of your tears, as you wished you were anybody else.

There was a soft knock on your door, the door creaking open. Sienna peaks her head in, before sighing and shutting the door quietly behind her.

“What’re you doing here?” You croak.

“I needed help with my math homework, but Ron mentioned you were pretty upset, so-”

You sigh, rolling over to face her as she sits on the bed next to you.

“I dunno, it’s stupid.” You mutter, hands fiddling with the small bear plushie your Dad had won you at the fair this summer.

“I cry over stupid things all the time.” She says, nudging your shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me about it.”

“I went to go pick Bradley up from rehearsal since his car is in the shop, and I don’t know- it was the first time I’ve actually driven somewhere without my parents since getting my learner’s permit. And I was gonna go ask him to get ice cream or something like we always do- and I- I walked in on him sort of having a moment with Janie and I don’t know Sienna- I guess I’m just realizing that I’ll always be second best.”

The girl who was always younger, hitting milestones later than everyone else, the girl who was always around, the one everyone took for granted.

Sienna sighs. “I wish- I wish you didn’t feel like that. You deserve so much more than that.”

You shrug, setting the bear on the bed next to you as you roll back away from her. She stays next to you on the bed, the slowly setting sun reflecting in the glass.

“I mean for what it’s worth, I know Ben has a crush on you.”

“What?” You ask, voice raw and watery from crying.

“Not that you have to do anything with that information, he just- he does. If Bradley isn’t willing to get his shit together enough to see what’s right in front of him, well, there are other guys who will.”

“Sienna…” You mumble. “I can’t even process this information right now.” You say, a headache beginning to form.

“Okay.” She says softly. “Want to go get ice cream with me instead?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” She says. “I’ll just sit with you then.” She lays down on the bed next to you.

There she stays, for the rest of the evening.

“Hey, uh-” Janie says, sliding into the seat next to you in your homeroom.

“Yeah?”

“Well, our other assistant director quit recently, and while I’m pretty confident I can handle the show on my own, we really need someone to take notes during rehearsals, and Bradley suggested you since you’re already familiar with the show since you’ve been running lines with him and stuff.”

Bradley thought of you? And suggested you to Janie?

“Well, I- yeah, okay.” You say, blinking at the girl. A smile lights up her face as she stands up from the desk.

“Perfect! See you this afternoon!”

Sienna frowns, appearing to your left as she sits down next to Bradley at the front of the classroom.

“What’d she want?”

“I guess I’m helping out with the play now?” you ask, watching as Bradley looks back at you.

“What?” Sienna hisses. “Literally two nights ago, you were crying your eyes out over him-”

“Hey Sienna.” You say, turning to her. “Don’t question it, okay? Let me have this.”

She narrows her eyes, slowly sinking into the desk next to you.

“If you say so.”

“What are you doing?”

Bradley turns from where he’s dancing through the kitchen, the spoon being used as a microphone.

Frankie Avalon’s voice floats through the speaker in the corner, the tune of Beauty School Dropout accompanying him.

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying not to let your grin take over as the boy begins to sing again, swaying his hips as he follows through the steps they’ve been learning in rehearsal. There’s pancake batter dripping off the spoon and to his arm and pajama pants, even as he holds out his other arm for you.

You bite your lip, barely hiding your amusement at this moment.

Beauty school dropout, hanging around the corner store

You can’t resist, taking the brunette's arm as he gracefully turns, setting the spoon on the kitchen counter, taking your other hand to move in time with you.

Now your bangs are curled, your lashes whirled, but still the world is cruel, wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Bradley croons through the rest of the song and as Frankie Avalon’s voice tapers off, you hear someone sigh.

You both turn, Bradley not letting go of your hands. Carole stands there with her hands on her hips, a soft smile on her face.

“This damn musical is taking over our lives.”

The song starts over and Bradley reaches out for her hands, inviting her to come dance with you as he begins singing again.

“Andrew, where’s Bradley?” You ask with a sigh, pulling yourself from the car.

The boy, playing Kenickie, looks over at you from where he’s walking to his car.

“Still inside, I think. Ms. Scott wanted to run a few of the Sandy and Danny scenes one more time after rehearsal today.”

“Thanks Andrew.” You call, heading towards the theater.

“Good to see you mini Mitchell.” He calls as you slide through the doors.

True to his word, Bradley is just exiting the stage door and he grins when he sees you.

Unfortunately, you’re at a loss for words, blinking dumbly at the sight of your best friend.

Today had been the first day of full dress rehearsal, the show quickly approaching. Which meant Bradley was fully Danny Zuko, down to the slicked back hair and fake cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“Hey kid! Pretty cool costume, right?” He flicks out the switchblade hair comb the props team had gotten for him, striking a pose and slicking back his slightly mussed hair.

You’re pretty sure you go weak in the knees.

“Uh-” Your voice comes out all scratchy and you have to clear your throat a few times, trying to formulate words. “It looks great, B.”

He sends a cheeky grin. “I know.”

Frankie Vialli’s Grease floats through the auditorium as the lights go down, your Dad nudging you as you settle in your seats for the show to start.

The song tapers off as the curtain rises, lights illuminating the stage as Lacy and Nicole, the girl playing Frenchy, walk out on stage.

You wait with bated breath for Summer Nights, knowing how worried Bradley had been about slipping on those damn bleachers.

And of course, his performance is impeccable.

Watching Bradley on stage is mesmerizing, magical almost.

You don’t even realize intermission is upon you until the curtain rises and you blink, finally letting in a breath as you relax your shoulders.

“Are you gonna have to come again tomorrow night when Ice and Sarah come to see Bradley?” Slider says with a nudge as he shares a knowing look with Carole.

“Hi Mr. Mitchell.” Sienna says from behind you, your Dad turning and offering her a smile

“Nice flowers.” Madison snickers, nodding to the flowers at your feet.

“We went to three stores to get those.” Your Dad responds.

“Three? You’re really trying hard here-”

The glare you send Matt is enough to silence him as he shrinks back in his seat.

“Mav!” Bradley shouts across the patio, racing for your Dad, barreling into him before your Dad has barely turned. Your Dad returns the tight hug as your hands become sweaty, turning the crinkling paper in your hand. “Didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Baby Goose.” Mav says, giving him a bright smile. “You looked so good up there.”

“Thanks Mav.” Bradley is practically beaming as he turns to face the rest of you. “Thanks for coming.” His eyes catch on the flowers in your hand, growing wider. “Did you get me flowers?”

You glance down at them.

“You know tulips means pure and deep love, right?” Sienna whispers in your ear over the back of the seats. Your cheeks grow hot as you gingerly set them down on the floor.

“Sienna-“

“And red means lust-“

“Sienna, I’ll hit you.”

“Yeah, I- uh, I know it’s tradition to get flowers for opening night and I uh-“ If Bradley was beaming before, he’s glowing now, taking the flowers from your hands.

“Thank you so much.” He says warmly.

Before you can process what happens next, he ducks down and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of it without you.”

You can feel the burning warmth take over as you shrug. “Oh, it was- no- no big deal.”

“Bradley!” April calls, pulling him away with a. smile as you turn back to your Dad. He grins at you.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Is Carole still in the bathroom? I should go find her.”

“Hey.” Someone’s hand lands on your shoulder as you look up. “Do you want to get out of here and go get ice cream?” Ben asks. “I can drive you home. Got my Dad’s truck for the night.”

“Um-“ Your eyes slide over his shoulder to see your Dad talking to Slider and Carole, Bradley having disappeared back into the crowd. Part of you wants to stay, to see if Bradley will join the four of you for dinner. The other part of you remembers what Sienna said, about him having a crush on you.

“Let me go ask my Dad, okay?”

“I’ll come with. I know he won’t let you climb into a car with just anyone. He just got back, right?”

You nod as you squeeze through the crowd. “This morning. Dad.” You call, catching his attention. He turns his head. “This is Ben.”

Ben holds out his hand. “Benjamin Waters sir. It’s really good to meet you.” Your Dad shakes his hand with a raised eyebrow.

“Can we- well, can I go get ice cream? With Ben?”

“I’ll drive her home.” Ben offers, with a smile.

Slider does a terrible job of hiding his surprise, coughing into his fist and he shoots your Dad a look.

“Um, as long as you go find Bradley and let him know you’re leaving, yeah, I guess I don’t really have a problem with it.”

If you thought Bradley was happy, Ben is elated.

You heave a sigh, eyes scanning the crowd for April. She catches your eye, squeezing her way through the people, her brother Alex in tow.

“Where’d Bradley go?”

“Around the building. I think he went to go get changed.”

You nod, following where she pointed you as Ben follows you like a lost puppy dog.

Finally, you spot him, still in costume sans leather jacket, leaned up against the building next to the stage door.

And then-

and then there’s Janie, who is pressing her hands into his shirt as she kisses Bradley. Bradley cups Janie’s cheek, deepening the kiss.

You turn away, swallowing around the lump in your throat.

If Bradley isn’t willing to get his shit together enough to see what’s right in front of him, well, there are other guys who will.

You look over at Ben, who’s already watching you.

Is this- is this what it would always be with Bradley? Always one step behind, always too slow?

Never enough, never enough, never enough-

“Do you just wanna go?” Ben whispers as you glance back at Bradley.

Maybe Ben really was the best you’d ever get. You certainly were never gonna get anything from Bradley.

Bradley breaks away, smiling at Janie as he moves some of her hair back.

And then his eyes latch on to you, growing wide. Janie turns her head, catching sight of you and Ben. Janie turns as well, stepping back from him and giving you a little finger wave. You’re just far enough away that you can’t hear what she says to him before grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him down to place a kiss on his cheek. You can see the imprint of her red lipstick on his cheek as she gives you and Ben one last look before slipping back inside the side door.

Ben clears his throat, taking a few steps back as Bradley walks over to you.

“Hey, I- uh, didn’t mean to interrupt- that.” You say, glancing back over at where Janie and Bradley had been standing.

“No-, you- no, it’s okay. Hey, we’re all gonna go out to eat, the whole cast and crew, all of us. You should come with, ‘specially cause you helped out so much-”

“Bradley-”

“-Or does Mav want to go out to eat? I can-”

“Bradley, Ben and I are gonna go get ice cream. I just- uh, though you should know.”

Bradley deflates a little. “Oh. Well, uh-” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I- uh, tell Ben that if he tries anything, he’s got me to worry about it. You hear that Ben?” he calls. “You take good care of her.” Ben salutes, as Bradley sets his hand on your shoulder, nudging you towards him. “Go. Have fun.”

You swallow, nodding as you walk back to Ben. Ben takes your hand as you give Bradley one last look. He gives a soft smile, holding his hand up before you turn back around, listening to Ben chatter.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick #same mistakes #like father like daughter

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shunin-gumis · 1 month

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Designs of Happiness - Track A08

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: ep.2 What you have

Characters: Yodaka

Summary: As the bar closes up for the day, Yodaka feels a certain way about their mundane day-to-day…

Thank you aca @463ce6, jes @arcanecrayonn and myun @/myuntachis for helping me with proofing!

Location: Ten Nights of Dreams BAR

Yodaka: I wonder, has the rain stopped yet?

Yunyun: Ah~ I was thinkin’ about that too.

Yodaka: It’s difficult to tell since we don’t have any windows.

Chouun: According to the precipitation radar, the rain should stop in 30 minutes.

Yodaka: That’s impressive, Chouun. I didn’t know you had a function like that.

Chouun: Yes, Yodaka-dono.

Yunyun: What are you on about, boss~? Chouun’s a state-of-the-art pet robot, y’know~? You’re like, the only one who’d use ‘em as a glorified jukebox.

Yodaka: Perhaps I should request weather reports from now on too.

Chouun: …Understood.

Yunyun: Huh… No wonder we didn’t have many customers today.

Yodaka: I think we can call it a night. Would you mind switching off the signboard outside?

Yunyun: Sure thing~

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. What would you like to do about the music?

Yodaka: Please continue playing it as is.

Chouun: Understood.

Yunyun: And that’s that for closing up… Oh, right! I forgot to tell ya– That wallpaper in the bathroom? It’s seen better days.

Yodaka: I’ll contact the vendor tomorrow morning.

Yunyun: I’m countin’ on ya, boss~ Oh, and while you’re at it, mind replacing the freezer, too? That thing’s been here since forever, even before we took over. I’m telling ya, it’s on its last legs.

Yodaka: I see. I’d been quite fond of it, but I suppose we should have it replaced before it causes problems.

Yunyun: Yay~ I totally looked into some options already, I’m way too good at my job~

Yodaka: How very diligent of you.

Yunyun: Like, look at this one! There’s also this, and maybe even that one… There’s even models that can produce pure ice, ain’t that just wild!? We don’t need to go outta our way to buy ice cubes any more!

Yodaka: Hm…

Yunyun: Ah, the price tag’s givin’ you cold feet, huh?

Yodaka: You could say that.

Yunyun: Speaking of which~ What happened to that deal from before?

Yodaka: Hm? What deal?

Yunyun: You know the one~ From that beautiful and busty CEO~

Yodaka: Ah… You mean her…

Yunyun: She’s been dropping by here all the time ‘cuz she’s got her eye on you— She even offered to franchise our bar, and she seemed pretty hyped about it too!

Yunyun: With her backing, the investment’s gotta be some crazy amount! I wonder where we should open up our next store~

Yodaka: We won’t have to worry about that. I turned her down.

Yunyun: Wha–!? Are you for real?

Yodaka: Of course.

Yunyun: Wait, whaa– C’mon! I mean, I kinda knew you’d be like this, but!

Yunyun: What a waste~ That’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance y’know~~!

Yodaka: …..

Yunyun: I mean, that prez was a total hottie. I could like, totally see hearts in her eyes whenever she was lookin’ at you, Yodaka-san.

Yunyun: I’m totally sure that she had the hots for you! You could’ve just gone for the gold!

Yodaka: For the gold?

Yunyun: Marrying into wealth! That’s like, my dream y’know~

Yodaka: This is the first time I’m hearing of it.

Yunyun: Aw man~ I mean, if we open up more shops, that means more employees, right? Then we could hire some cuties who’ve got a little extra in the chest department~ And then I’d make ‘em fall for me with my charms~

Yunyun: And I’m saying me, not you, mmkay~?

Yodaka: Haha, of course.

Yunyun: I coulda totally built my harem heaven right here y’know? And you’d be loaded with cash too, no doubt about it~

Yunyun: This could’ve been my ticket to a super-duper happy life and yet…! Why’d you gotta dash ‘em all like that, you big dummy!

Yodaka: .....

Yodaka: “To know you have enough.”

Yunyun: Enough of what? Beer?

Yodaka: This is a famous quote from Lao Tzu. He was one of the founders of Taoism, one of the three popular religions in China.

Yunyun: Huh… Never heard of ‘im.

Yodaka: “To know you have enough is to know true enrichment.”

When one is satisfied with what they already have, that is when that they become enriched in both body and soul. It is one definition of happiness.

Yodaka: It’s important to learn to be happy with what you have, and to not be too greedy. I completely agree with this sentiment.

Yunyun: I mean~ Are you sure a teaching from some old fogey of years past is gonna hold water in the present?

Yunyun: It’s definitely better to have money than to not, and I know for sure I’d be happier havin’ a pretty lady hangin’ off my arm than bein’ all on my lonesome!

Yunyun: I’ve got a point, right!?

Yodaka: Leaving aside women… Even that CEO had said that having money isn’t enough to guarantee your happiness.

Yunyun: Eehhh~!?

Yodaka: I’ve had many opportunities to wine and dine some capable company owners. And yet, they all had similar opinions on this matter.

Yodaka: That they should have quit while they were ahead. After they hit a certain degree of success, rather than being happy with their progress, they can only worry and stress about how to make it bigger, and better.

Yunyun: Hm~ Sounds like some first world problems to me~

Yunyun: So you’re saying to be happy with what I have?

Yunyun: Wait, is this some kinda plot to tell me you’re not gonna give me a raise!?

Yodaka: Haha, of course not. It’s simply a ‘plot’ to tell you that we can get a new freezer, but just a regular one. We’ll continue to buy our ice cubes from our usual supplier.

Yunyun: Fiiiiine…

Yunyun: Well, I already knew how much you like your vintage stuff from the moment we set up shop here.

Yodaka: …..

Yodaka: I must ask you, however. Are you not happy now?

Yunyun: Eh.

Yodaka: Time that is flowing slowly, peacefully, as we wind down for the day. Within a bar full of old but trusty equipment and peeling wallpaper.

Yodaka: A quiet and relaxing atmosphere. The moon that comes out to greet the sun.

Yodaka: Quality jazz music playing in the background and… Conversation with a good old friend.

Yunyun: …..

Yodaka: I think that these carefree days spent with you, in our cozy bar, is when I’m the happiest… What about you?

Yunyun: Well… That’s…

Yunyun: That just ain’t fair, askin’ me somethin’ like that.

Yunyun: Can’t say I’m not happy…

Yodaka: I’m relieved to know you feel the same as I do.

Yunyun: *Sigh*... You truly are an incorrigible flirt…

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. Are you certain that I am fulfilling my role here?

Chouun: If you would update my software to the latest version, with the addition of some extraneous parts, I could be 8 heads tall to help serve customers as well.

Yodaka: Yes, you’re doing just fine as is. Thank you.

Yunyun: I mean, a Chouun that’s 8 heads tall? That’d just be scary…

Yodaka: Let’s update the playlist for tomorrow.

Chouun: Understood, Yodaka-dono. What kind of selection would you prefer?

Yodaka: For tomorrow… Let’s see.

Yodaka: Play the kind of music that would put a certain worrywart of a bartender at ease.

Notes:

"To know you have enough" is one translation for the saying 吾唯足るを知る by Lao Tzu.

The ideal human proportion is considered to be 8 heads tall.

Whenever the term 幸福 (happiness) comes up in these "flashback" episodes it's highlighted in green.

#18trip #18tlip #18trip translation #l4mps #yodaka natsume #natsume yodaka #yunyun #chouun pet robot

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Can we get a richie fic where he takes reader to his place for the first time? (Can be fluff or smut…or both lol) does he get a lil nervous/self conscious about anything? And what do you think he would do/say when he realizes he wants you to move in with him after a good chunk of time has passed and his apartment feels so empty whenever you’re not around?

Yessss flustered Richie!! I think he’d be nervous about it not being like, spotless. Having to get up early and stuff, he didn’t always have the time (and at the beginning, the discipline) to be cleaning up so much. I don’t think it’d be incredibly messy or anything but definitely lived in. You know what I’m saying?

Anyway!! Let’s dive in :) i’m focusing more on the first time aspect bc i love that concept, hope that’s okay!!

(minors dni, light smut under the cut)

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“Welcome to, uh, my humble abode,” Richie said as he opened the door.

Immediately, he noticed some dirty laundry and old beer cans in the living room. He cursed himself for not cleaning up earlier, but he’d barely had time.

In a mad dash, he started tidying up, embarrassed about the mess.

“It’s a real man cave,” you teased, both amused and charmed at his nervousness.

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry about all this…” he said as he scrambled to throw clothes in the hamper. “I don’t want you to think I’m a fucking slob or something.”

“It’s okay. You should see my apartment at the end of the work week,” you said, trying reassure him. “Now that is a real fuckin’ mess.”

He returned to the living room a little winded, helping you take off your coat and hanging it for you.

“Yeah, well, maybe we can help each other with spring cleaning sometime,” he muttered, still frustrated at himself.

You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hey, really, I don’t mind. I know how busy you are, and sometimes things just slip our minds,” you said, getting him to look at you. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. If anything, we’ll probably make an even bigger mess.”

He nodded, a sly grin tugging at his lips as his arms encircling your waist. “That so?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you mirrored his smile. “Well, if you give me a proper tour of the place….”

That was all you had to say before his lips were crashing against yours in a hungry, eager kiss. You pressed tighter against him, responding with equal fervor.

Soon enough, your clothes ended up scattered around on the floor. Things started off right there in the living room, with you straddling him on the couch, the cushions tossed to make more space.

Next was the kitchen, accidentally knocking things off the counters as he bent you over them. Otherwise, they were so clean you could almost see your reflection on them.

In the bathroom, he almost accidentally ripped off the shower curtain as you were kneeling in front of him, head bobbing up and down slowly in that teasing way that drove him crazy.

And last but definitely not least was his bedroom, where you had ample room — and ample surfaces — to put to use. Though of course, it was the bed you ended up on, panting heavily next to each other after such a marathon.

Around you, the room looked like a hurricane passed through it. You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling onto your side and draping your arm over his chest.

“See? I told you it could be worse…” you said.

“Yeah, you weren’t kidding. You’re a wild animal,” he joked, both of you laughing.

Despite the fact that he knew there was clean up ahead of him, he didn’t really mind as long as you were there with him. He would gladly clean up all your messes, no matter the magnitude. It was only your first time over, and his apartment already felt livelier than it ever had.

He wanted to make it an evening you would always remember, and since the sun was close to setting outside, an idea came to mind.

“Oh wait, there’s one more spot I gotta show you.”

“Where’s that?”

“The rooftop. Nice view of the stars from up there, if you want to check it out.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, smiling mischievously. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You fuckin’ bet I am,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before getting up. “I’ll bring blankets.”

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#richie jerimovich fanfiction #richie jerimovich blurb #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich x fem!reader #the bear fanfiction #the bear x reader

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ckret2 · 1 year

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i personally think bill looks dashing in that tunic >:]

im excited to see that fic, have fun making it cause it's amazing so far. rip ford. LOL

Good, because here's the next part! I was gonna fully draw out Bill in his tunic again, but then I was like, no I'd rather do the fastest doodle possible so I can get this posted sooner. Sneak preview of a later scene!!

The masterpost of the full fic with every chapter so far is here!

Updated 7/29/2024 for compatibility with TBOB

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"Mr. Pines! Watch out!"

Ford was turning to face his assailant when Soos barreled into him. They crashed into the glass souvenir case. Ford tumbled over it and to the floor, bringing a dozen jars filled with plastic aliens and lime jello with him. Soos felt the heavy glass sculpture slide down along the back, ripping through a layer of fabric. Aw. That was his best suit.

From the ground, Ford grunted, "Thanks." Stan rushed around the souvenir case to help Ford up.

"Sure thing, Mr. Pines." Soos steadied himself, then face down the murderous tourist.

She was panting, still clutching the glass weight in trembling arms, one eye half squinted, face contorted in a hateful snarl toward Ford—before her glower fixed on Soos.

He returned the glare. "You! If you wanna get at either of the Pineses, you'll have to throw down with me!"

"Cute, a warm-up round! What the heck, why not." One corner of her cruel sneer quirked up. "I've got time to waste."

"Bring it on!" Arms outstretched to seize the tourist, Soos lunged for her with a roar.

And she vanished.

Soos crashed into the souvenir display beside the shop exit, knocking one shelf off the wall and dumping a pile of snow globes and hats to the floor. He looked around wildly. "What?"

Ford gingerly stood with one hand on Stan's shoulder for support and the other on the souvenir case. "Where did Bill go?"

Soos stared. "Bill?"

Ford stared back. "That was obviously Bill! Didn't you recognize his voice? What did his eyes look like?"

Soos's heart leaped into his throat as his adrenaline doubled. "Wait, that was Bill?!" All he'd noticed was that the "tourist's" voice was kinda nasally.

Before Ford could answer, the "tourist" reappeared, in the exact spot Soos had barreled through just a moment ago. Soos and the Pines flinched back.

Ford looked over the intruder's ridiculous purple pony-covered robe. "All right, I can see why you were distracted."

Bill cackled. "And it works on you, too!" He heaved the glass sculpture onto one shoulder, stumbled back a step under the weight, and chucked it toward Ford's head.

"Duck!" Stan tackled Ford to the ground again. The sculpture shattered on the wall behind them. Soos lunged again for Bill, only for him to snap off his tape measure belt and vanish again before Soos's eyes—

—and instantly reappear across the room, holding a heavy replica diver's helmet made of iron. "I've gotta hand it to you, Stanley—" Bill grunted under the helmet's weight, "—you've got quite a toy collection!" He spun to build momentum before heaving the helmet toward Stan's face.

Stan caught the helmet, slowing it down enough to bruise his jaw rather than shatter it. He charged for Bill, who was still trying to regain his balance, with fist raised—"And your head's gonna be part of my collection when I'm through with you, you freak!"—only for Bill to vanish again.

And then the room dissolved into Bill-filled anarchy. Soos's view of Stan was blocked by two more Bills, one picking up a fake ancient clay tablet, the other weaving the other way to pick up the diving helmet off the counter where it had sat for years undisturbed. The pair flashed each other finger guns, then with a synchronized snap of their measuring tapes they disappeared. Meanwhile two more Bills appeared next to the taxidermy mermaid case, and with a laborious heave toppled it against Stan. One immediately vanished; the other paused to catch his breath long enough for Stan to shove off the mermaid and take a wild swing toward his face, but the punch only hit air.

"How's he doing that?!" Stan yelled.

"Time tape!" Ford said. "Dipper wrote about them in my journal! I—"

Another Bill appeared, swinging one of the Mystery Shack's novelty 8 ball-topped canes down on Ford.

Ford crossed his wrists over his head, narrowly catching the cane in the crux and diverting it to the side. Bill blew a raspberry in his face and disappeared again. Ford drew a futuristic space laser Soos did not know he had, and shouted, "I've seen similar devices before! While Bill's using time travel combat he can anticipate our moves and appear anywhere!"

Ford said the phrase with such conviction that Soos had to ask, "Is 'time travel combat,' like, a legit thing?"

"Yes! I've studied some myself—although I never progressed past a yellow belt."

"Dude."

As Soos surveyed the sea of Bills, he realized, to his horror, that Bill's now-removed time tape belt had been the only thing keeping his pony toga closed. He instinctively clapped a hand over his eyes when he caught sight of a sliver of skin exposed from armpit to foot.

"Oh, you've studied!" Bill's mocking laugh was a thin, strained wheeze. "Always the scholar! I'm self-taught. It makes me less..."

—a Bill appeared, tripped Soos, raised a hand just before another Bill appeared to throw him a clay tablet, and vanished.

"... PREDICTABLE!" Yet another Bill swung an 8 ball cane down at Soos with a grunt of exertion. Soos barely jerked his head out of the way. His ear rang from the crash of the 8 ball on the floor. "This—hahh... this thing's more durable than it looks," Bill panted, then vanished.

Stan shouted, "So what's the plan?!" He had resorted to standing in one spot, taking wild swings at any Bill he could see, forcing them back out of his striking range. Soos hadn't seen him land a hit yet.

"Converge on me!" Ford had never gotten out from behind the (now shattered) glass souvenir case, and was using it like a shield as he swiveled his laser toward any Bill that got too close. "Wall to your backs! 360 degree awareness!"

Soos got up on a knee. A snow globe thrown from the far side of the room hit his skull. He saw stars. "Ow?"

"Come on, move!" Stan jerked Soos up and dragged him toward Ford. Dizzy, Soos instinctively covered his eyes as more Bills flashed by.

When they finally shoved their backs to the wall behind the souvenir case, Soos cried, "That was the longest ten-foot run of my life! How do we fight a time traveler?!"

"For starters," Stan snapped, "You could try looking at him!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Pines, I can't help it! He's got womanly curves and that toga is really indecent!"

A cackle, "If I knew you were that easily distracted, I wouldn't have bothered with a toga at all!"

"My Abuelita raised a gentleman!" (Abuelita—she was probably still in the living room napping in her chair, just one door away from the gift shop. If Bill found her—)

Ford fired a futile laser shot toward the voice, then batted aside the Mr. Mystery bobblehead Bill had chucked. "He's very good at this—he hasn't accidentally appeared in the path of our counterattacks; he's improvising split-second stable time loops with his trans-temporal iterations—the sophistication of his chronological choreography—"

Appearing perched on the corner of the souvenir case with his legs crossed, Bill said, "Nerdy but flattering!"

The Pines started. At the sight of way too much leg, Soos automatically hid his eyes again. Between a crack in his fingers he saw Bill pull a novelty 8 ball cane from a basket with a dozen more and mutter, "It'll probably break after the first swing, but what the hey. Polo!"

A second Bill appeared. "Marco!" He threw the cane to himself without looking, the second raised it to prepare to hit an unseen target, and both vanished just in time for Ford's laser shot to harmlessly pass through empty air.

Ford groaned. "He's even timing his banter! This level of time travel combat is vastly beyond my expertise! We'd have to get lucky enough to wrestle the time tape away from him—but when he's got eyes on the battle from the past and future..."

Stan snapped his fingers in Ford's face. "He's bedazzling you with that gizmo, Poindexter! Forget the time travel. He's not using his space demon magic, his aim's terrible, and look at him—he's got little noodle arms! He can barely lift the stuff he's chucking. It took two of him to knock over the mermaid!"

"The mermaid case has wobbly little legs," Soos pointed out. "I've almost knocked it over by accident like a million times."

"And he's been outta breath since the fight started," Stan went on. "This weird time travel junk means he's been fighting longer than us, right? He's barely on his feet! I say we start swingin' like maniacs! It'll only take one good punch to lay him out, no matter what time he jumped in from!"

"You make an interesting point!" Bill said.

He was standing between the trio and the shop exit—face flushed, breathing heavily, sweat plastering his golden hair to his forehead and soaking the collar of his toga, arms trembling as he leaned his weight on the 8 ball cane. But he was still wearing his hateful, squint-eyed grin, like he'd just thought up some nasty new trick. "What can I say, I've always been more brains than brawn! But, consider this: what if I make ten of me, and we throw every single piece of junk in the room at you!"

There was a split second of horrified silence, broken only by the snap of a retracting tape measure.

And then the room was a storm of purple pony bedsheets hailing down cheap knickknacks.

"Dudes, get behind me!" Soos protectively cupped his hands behind his head and turned his back toward the brunt of the projectiles to shield the Pines. Novelty keychains and out-of-date roadmaps pelted his back. "This is the most annoying fight ever!"

"Annoying—until a lucky throw concusses us! We have to retreat," Ford said. "Our only chance is to get somewhere he hasn't been yet and catch him the first time he comes into the room. Come on!"

He tore down a cheap tapestry to fling over the trio like the world's flimsiest shield. They charged first toward the museum entrance, veered away when another Bill chucked the invisible man's glasses through the doorway, and then turned toward the living room.

"No," Soos gasped, "This way!" He dragged the trio toward the vending machine.

Stan tried to yank away from him. "Are you crazy?! Lead Bill to all the dangerous science stuff down there?"

Soos was already punching in the vending machine code. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pines, but I'm not letting a crazy killer triangle get my grandma!"

Ford said, "Even with the worst equipment in my lab disabled, the living room's still safer—"

There was a fourth person beneath the tapestry. "Peekaboo."

Soos and the Pines screamed. Bill grappled Ford and his teeth went for his face—Soos and Stan pried Bill off of Ford and flung him out from under the tapestry, and the trio barreled down the basement stairs.

They waited until the elevator door was closed and they were descending toward the basement before taking off the tapestry and heaving a sigh of relief.

"That was close," Stan said. "He didn't get you, did he?"

"No," Ford sighed. "Thank goodness for that."

Soos said, "Dude, wouldn't it be crazy if like, he bit you, and then you turned into a triangle?"

Stan and Ford stared at him.

"Heh. You know. Like a were-angle?"

Solemnly, Ford said, "Yes, it would be crazy." He turned toward Stan. "Anyway—you were right about his strength, Stanley. I've dabbled in my fair share of martial combat styles during my travels, and—well, if he's a black belt in time travel, then he has the hand-to-hand combat skills of a second grader. And whoever he's possessing, she's not terribly strong. If I'd had more free space to move, I probably could have broken his arm in three places."

"Whoa!" Stan laughed. "The next time he grabs you, I'll just back off and let you do your thing!"

Ford gave him a wan smile.

The elevator stopped. Ford strode out first to check on the defunct lab equipment, followed by Soos; Stan emerged last, walking backwards, keeping an eye on the elevator as if he feared something would come out of it. "So," Stan said, "All we gotta do is stop him at the elevator before he starts pulling his time tricks in here, right?"

"Precisely," Ford said. "And, if we're lucky—"

"—I won't come downstairs an hour before you, right?" Bill said.

Ford and Soos whipped around. Bill stood silhouetted in the yellowy light of the open elevator, novelty 8 ball cane in one hand, pointing a familiar-looking laser at the back of Stan's head. Ford frantically patted down his empty hip holster, and sucked in a breath. Slowly, Stan raised his hands in surrender.

"Now I know why you're just a yellow belt, Sixer," Bill laughed. "You never learned how to cheat!" Bill had clearly taken the opportunity for a short break: he wasn't gasping for breath or dripping sweat anymore. But there was still a faint tremble in his arm as he held the gun up.

Ford began, "Bill..."

"No talking, Stanford," Bill snapped. "I still remember what happened the last time we played 'hostage negotiator.' I'm not falling for your tricks twice!"

"Falling for my tricks?! After all that you—"

Bill's finger twitched on the trigger. The laser hummed, its lights slowly brightening. "What did I just say! No. Talking."

Ford stiffened, but clenched his jaw shut. Soos said, "I, uh... I think he's agreeing to your terms."

"Good." The laser slowly dimmed. Stan's shoulders sagged. Bill pointed, "You two—in the portal room. Stanley and I will be riiight behind you."

While Bill spoke, Ford tugged open a small drawer hidden behind Soos from Bill's view; but finding it had been emptied, he grimaced, exchanged a helpless look with Soos, and nodded. Reluctantly, Soos said, "Okay."

As Bill marched his prisoners into the next room, he prattled giddily, "Oh, this is too perfect! First I can take out the geek who killed me, the idiot he killed me in, and their giant baby; and then all I have to do is wait for the littler twins to get here so I can deal with them, too!" His laughed shrilly. "Then maybe I'll make upholstery from your hides! Hey, Fordsy—do you know how ancient Romans tanned leather?"

Teeth grit, Ford muttered, "I can guess."

Dipper and Mabel were arriving that evening. If Bill stuck around that long, and found Abuelita... And if Melody came over for dinner... Soos shot a sideways glance at Ford. His face was red with rage, but he kept his gaze fixed forward. Soos prayed he was thinking of a plan.

There was nothing of the portal left but some mechanical rubble strewn across the cavern floor. Ford and Soos were feet from where the activation switch used to be before Bill called, "That's perfect—stay right there! You—go join them."

Stan's teeth were clenched and his fists balled, but he didn't turn to face Bill until he was standing at Ford's side. "You're nuts if you think you'll get away with this. It's three to one! Hit one of us and the others'll tear you apart before you can line up the next shot."

Bill cackled, voice high and echoing in the empty cavern. He twirled his novelty cane gleefully as he said, "Look who's never fought a time traveler before! You think you're facing one of me?" He carefully positioned himself directly in front of the trio, glancing down at the floor as if looking for the right mark to step on, and said, "You're already outnumbered. In a second I'll have a firing squad a hundred strong. You'll be shredded into flesh spaghetti! And me—" His gaze moved from Stan's eyes to Ford's. He raised his gun. "I'm gonna really enjoy killing you a hundred times in a row."

He tightened his grip on the trigger.

The trio braced themselves.

The laser hummed louder.

Bill hesitated.

He glanced from side to side. "Where are the other ninety-nine of me?"

And that was when fifty teenage twins crashed against his back like a tidal wave.

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #soos ramirez #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #bill goldilocks cipher #my writing

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 2 years

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“Tonight’s the Night”

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x Reader (Y/N)

WARNING: Language, Teen drinking, explicit, Protected sex, slight fingering.

NOTE: I’m new to writing this kind of explicit stuff. It is kind of a minimal scene and not as descriptive as some stories are but I plan to grow. I admire all work and am open to any feedback you would like to let me know my messages and asks are open. Thank you for reading and all my writings are on my MASTERLIST on my blog. Enjoy!!

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“Ugh y/n you look smoking!”, Taylor exclaims as I am running my hands down my short, off-the shoulder dark green dress. “She’s right you look amazing.”, Belly chimes in with her signature smile. “Thanks girls. You both look gorgeous as well. I’d say we are some hot ass bitches.”, I exclaim. “Cinderbelly Conrad is gonna lose his shit when he sees you!”, Taylor gasps checking out her best friend's pink, tank dress.

“She has a point. I've totally caught him checking you out a few times especially yesterday at the pool when we were playing chicken. He looked almost jealous that it was Jere and not him.”, my voice trails off in a gossipy tone, the last words going up an octave. “He’s not into me and besides I'm meeting Cam there.”, her cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“I’m hoping to just meet some hot guy I can make out with.”, Belly’s bestie starts messing with her hair. “Just don’t let it be my brother again please.”, Belly’s gags sending us all into a fit of laughter. “As you for y/n I deem tonight is the night you’re gonna get laid. Jeremiah is not gonna know what hit him!”, Taylor can be a little much sometimes. “Tonight isn’t about him and plus he will probably be sucking face with Gigi or one of the other girls from the club.”, I say putting on some lipgloss.

“Just enjoy yourself tonight y/n.”, Belly smiles bringing me just a bit of comfort. “I plan to. Maybe drink a bit, play some pong, dance and then come home and sleep.”, our laughs fill the room when a knock catches our attention. “You guys better hurry up or we are leaving!”, Steven yells through the door.

“Jeremy wouldn’t let you!”, Taylor yells back. “His name is Jeremiah”, Belly corrects her. “Yeah yeah let’s go.”, she says, swaying her hips on her way out of the room. “Gotta love her.”,Belly follows. Now I'm not the biggest party person. I really only go for Jeremiah because sometimes he gets himself into trouble but tonight i’m going just for me.

The three of us make our way down to Jeremiah's jeep. “I call shotgun!”, my feet dash towards the passenger side. “Only if you promise not to leave me tonight!”,Jeremiah yells hot on my tail. “But you have to promise to be on your best behavior tonight then.”, giving him a serious look. “Now how can I promise to behave when you look like that.”, the wink he sends my way makes my knees weak and cheeks heat up.

“Jere knock it off.”, I try to be stern but, it comes off as more of a squeak. “See it’s when you say shit like that we all think you’re hiding something from us.”, Steven points out. Jere, Steven and I go in the Jeep while Conrad, Belly, and Taylor go in the car. “Shayla meeting us there?”, I ask changing the subject.

“Yeah she’s going with some of the other deb girls.”, he says. To avoid any further conversation I raise the volume of the music. “So are you actually going to drink tonight or you our DD!”, Jere screams over the bass booming the walls of the vehicle. With the rolling of my eyes I turn down the music and ask, “What?”.

“Are you drinking tonight?”, he repeats himself. “I mean I might have one drink tonight..you know me I like to be sober at parties like these, too much can happen.”, my fingers fiddle with the hem of my dress. “Well i’m the designated driver tonight so feel free to get wild.”, the warmth of his right hand makes contact with the skin of my leg sending a bolt of electricity through my body.

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Pulling up to the house it was not surprising to find the mansion already trashed, a bunch of drunk teenagers, and the smell of booze spreading in the air. “Oh the stench of teenage drunkenness.”, my sarcasm is prominent. “Just cause you’re boring doesn’t mean we have to be.”, Steven says walking past me towards the party.

“Come on fuck Steven lets get you a drink.”, Taylor says pulling Belly and I away from Jeremiah. “Don’t have too much fun y/n!”, He yells chuckling. “Dude what did he say to you back at the house?”,Belly asked me passing down the red solo cup from Taylor to me. “We were joking around and I told him to be on his best behavior he then said how could he when I look like this.”.

“You’re kidding!”, Taylor eyes bug out of her head. “Shut up! Dude he is totally into you!”., she adds. “Let’s jsut dance okay I dont wanna talk about it.”, my feet carry me quickly over to the pile of teens dancing in what I assume is the living room.

Taylor and Belly soon disappear with the other deb girls, Conrad off probably hooking up with Summer and Jere is out by the pool drinking straight from the ice luge with the goofiest grin on his face. I can’t hold in the laugh the scene brings me, mid-laugh a tall body bumps into me. My eyes fall upon a tall guy his hair was short, and wavy. The lights of the party making it hard to see his eye color.

“Woah my bad.”, he says gripping shoulders gently ensuring my balance. “No harm, no foul right.”, I greet him with a smile. “That’s one way to put it.”, this dude is quite easy on the eyes. “I’m gonna go sit by the pool care to join me?”, he asks with a soft smile. “Sure why not.”, he takes my hand and we walk over to the pool.

The music isn’t as loud outside where we don’t have to yell at each other. The backyard is filled with random games, couples making out and some drunk teens wanting to skinny dip. We find a place by the pool allowing our feet to relax in the water. “I didn’t catch your name.”, the tone was genuine, he seemed sweet. “I didn’t throw it.”, I raise my eyebrows with a smart ass tone decorating my words. “Touché.”, he chuckles.

“I’m y/n..how about you?”, sipping at my cup. “The name is Miguel.”, he smiles at me, man he has a nice smile. “What brings you cousins Miguel?”, his body seems to be moving closer to me. “I am here with the Fishers…family friends.”, I explain. “Jeremiah and Conrad right?, he inquires pushing away.

“Yeah but, they are just friends.”, my answer is a little too quick. “Jeremiah seems to be into you.”, him and Jere are now in a staring contest from across the pool. When my eyes land on my best friend on the other side he doesn’t look happy. “He is just protective of me. Why don’t we go to the front of the house?”, pulling my feet out of the pool I quickly stand up pulling Miguel with me.

We were talking in the front just getting to know each other when Cam Cameron calls us over. “Hey y/n! Come play with us this doofus needs a partner!”, he yells with his index finger pointing to Jeremiah. “Come on baby you know you’re my only partner.”, the idiot pouts. “Go play I’ll watch. I’ll be rooting for you.”, Miguel says with a smile and wink in my direction.

“Watch and learn. First, of all i’m not your baby! Second, i’m going to kick all your asses.”, After sending a wink in Miguels direction I take my place next to Jere to start our game who seems a bit on edge. Each time it was my turn to toss if I made it in Jeremiah made a point to hold me close, sometimes kissing my head in the process. “Jere will you back off.:, I growl at him before drinking the cup Cam landed in.

“Hey y/n if I make it in you owe me a kiss.”, he says instead tossing the ping pong ball to the other side, landing in our final cup before I could object. “No i’m not doing this.. Come on Miguel.”, the tone in my voice was beyond annoyed. “Y/N, you seem nice and all. I’m sure you are a great girl but something definitely seems to be going on here. How about I give you my number and when it all get figured out you can give me a call.”, he is truly trying to be nice as he enters his number into my phone.

“I’m so sorry about this…” there is a mournful sound to my voice. “I understand. Enjoy the rest of your summer.”, while he is smiling, his eyes tell me another story. “Hey! Where did your date go?”, Cam Cameron asks me laughing along with the boys. “What the hell Jeremiah!”, I yell. “What the fuck did I do!”, he yells back.

“You know exactly what you did! Chasing him off like some jealous boyfriend!”, my aggravation prominent as I stomp my way to the car. “You’re the one parading around with another guy!”, his words struck a chord. “Parading around? I’m not your girlfriend! If you care so much then fucking admit to me that you like me!”, tears well up in my eyes the second I face him.

“Get in the car.”, he demands. “We need to talk about this!”. “I said get in the damn car y/n.”.

We both get into his jeep and he drives off. Away the drunk teenagers, blasting music,and stench of alcohol. “Please talk to me.”, I plea. “When we get home.”, his eyes focused on the road.

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Back at the house the moms still hadn’t returned so it was just us two. He stalked into the house me following like a puppy dog. “Now can we talk about this cause I am tired of the back and forth.”, my patience is wearing thin as he pulls me up to his room, pinning me against the door. “I like you y/n..you know I do. Seeing you with that guy killed me alright is that what you wanted to hear.”, his blue eyes are connected to mine.

I can’t help but press my lips against his instantly. His hands immediately explore my body, keeping me as close as he can, lips traveling down my jaw to my neck. “Fuck I need you Jere.”, I pull his button up down his arms tossing it to the side. “Jump.”, he mutters against my skin.

My legs wrap around his torso, he carries me to the bed laying me down removing my dress. “You looked amazing tonight I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you.”, he is breathless. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”, I giggle pulling off his wife-beater.

The more he touches me the more I can feel myself getting wet. One of his fingers glides across my folds, “All this for me babygirl?”, I can feel his smirk against my lips. “Yes.”, a moan escapes my lips. Two fingers slip inside me pumping in and out sending pleasure all through my body.

“Fuck yes like that.”, my back arches off the bed. “Such pretty noises.”, his fingers speed up slightly. “Jere..jere I’m gonna cum.”, I whimper. “Like hell you are. Least not with my fingers”, he removes his touch causing me to whine. “Patience babygirl.”. He coos.

The sound of his zipper rings in my ears, the high of how close I was calming down. I reconnect our lips allowing my hands to explore his body. Moans and groans escape his mouth as my hands travel down the miles of skin, his doing the same. “Please I want you.”, I mumble into our kiss.

Without another word he pulls away grabbing a condom from his dresser and putting it on. “Safety first right.”, he is out of breath but just as eager. “Just fuck me Fisher.”, I giggle pulling him close. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”, his chuckles are music to my ears.

The hungry kisses continue as he begins to insert himself into me. I hiss at the contact, a pain stinging my body before being over taken by pleasure. “Are you okay?”, concern laced in his words halting the thrusts. “I’m okay just keep going.”, My hips move to meet his.

His touch is gentle, as his speed increases. My skin was on fire as he caressed every part of me, leaving no space between us, our moans mixing together with hungry kisses. I can feel him bottom out in me causing a scream of pleasure. “Fuck baby. I’m close.”, his lips graze my ear.

“Me too.”, I manage. “Cum with me y/n.”. With that we finish riding out our highs together. His body falls next to mine both of us breathless. “Well Taylor was right.”, I giggle, rolling over playing my head on his chest. “About what?”, he chuckles. “She told me that tonight was the night I get laid.”, our eyes connect.

“Is this also the night you become my girlfriend?”, his blue eyes flicker between my eyes and now swollen lips. “If you play your cards right?”, I bite my bottom lip. “Challenge accepted.”, he flips me over hovering over me. “Round two?”, our laughs mix together.

“Oh Jeremiah Fisher, you are a pain in my ass.”, my smile is wide. “Yeah but you love me anyway don’t ya.”, with that our lips are connected once more.

Thank youTaylor for being right…

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For the cuties that asked for a part two🫶🏼

This is the same setting as the first chapter btw👌🏼 Just a bit of a time skip to when y’all are rehearsing…

I even included Mommy Jiwoo😩

Moon Chanelle/Son Jiwoo x F!Reader

📝: Jiwoo can’t resist getting all close to you during rehearsals but Chanelle isn’t too happy about it

⚠️: smutttttt, threesome, dom Chanelle and dom Jiwoo, jealousy, mentions of cheating, but it’s also not really cheating because Chanelle ends up sharing, a hint of daddy kink, a hint of spit kink, and a dash of choking

“5 and 6 and 7–no no stop! Y/n step further out so you don’t knock into Ruka” Moa told.

The entire team was learning some choreography that Moa had randomly made and it wasn’t even for any upcoming performances for the show. The Thai girl just thought it was a good way to bond and de stress from everything.

But it honestly stressed you out even more because why the hell was there so much fancy foot work.

“Wait let’s all get a drink and come back in 10”

You nodded at Moa’s directions but then felt a pair of hands land on your waist. You smiled, thinking it was Chanelle being clingy again but you were surprised to see Jiwoo looking down at you.

“Sorry, couldn’t help but see the way you did this one part. You gotta move your hips a bit more” she softly said, moving her hips with yours.

You blushed at the contact and suddenly remembered you wet dream.

Such bad timing.

“And then bend lower here” Jiwoo continued to guide you, her hands sliding down your thighs, making your tummy tingle.

And other things were tingling too.

“Like that?” You asked with hopeful eyes.

“Perfect”

Chanelle was watching it happen in the corner of the room and she was doing a good job at leaving it alone but the moment she saw you and Jiwoo look into each other’s eyes, the soft puppy personality had disappeared.

She took long strides to where you were and had a firm grip on your wrist, practically yanking you away from Jiwoo’s hold.

“Sorry to interrupt whatever this is but I need to talk to Y/n” the half American said with a fake smile before leading you out the room.

She pushed you into a supply closet, not caring if anyone saw you two leave together because right now, she was not happy with you. She slammed the door closed and slowly walked towards you like a wild animal on its prey.

Her hooded eyes were filled with jealousy, anger, and lust while she backed you into a desk. Your hands remained by your side with your head down, too scared to face her.

“What the fuck was that about?” She hissed.

You started to play with your sweater paws. “J-Jiwoo Unnie was just helping me”

“Bullshit” Chanelle spat. “I saw the way she was touching you and eye fucking you. You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“N-No..”

“Don’t lie to me. You think you can just cheat on me like that?”

The word hit your heart like a knife. “I wasn’t cheating Nelle…promise”

Chanelle sighed rested her chin on your head, hugging you by the waist. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have said that, baby, please forgive me”

“It’s okay, Nelle, really. I can see why you were jealous. I would’ve been the same if I saw Moka close to you like that”

“Thanks for forgiving me, but I’m still not happy. She touched you how I wanted to touch you” Chanelle shifted back a little to lightly run her lips across your jaw.

You had her shirt bunched up in your fists, letting her do as she pleases. “Mmm Nelle”

“My good girl” she praised with a smile but you both jumped at another’s voice from behind.

“I could cum just by watching you two make out” Jiwoo commented.

She was leaning her back against the door and her arms with folded. Her lips were curled into a cocky smirk as if she was challenging Chanelle.

“Get out, we’re busy” Chanelle told but Jiwoo approached closer, leaning her lips down to the half American’s ear.

“Let me join. We’ve talked about this before remember? I know you’re pissed with me but how hot would it be for you to take it out on little Y/n here?”

Chanelle gulped at the thought of you taking both of them at the same time like in your dream. The thought of your face drenched in tears from the intense pleasure that you beg for them to stop.

“Fine, but one rule. You don’t get to kiss her lips, got it?”

Jiwoo rolled her eyes and walked around so she stood by your trapped body. “Duh”

“W-What’s going on?” You asked with both fear and excitement.

“Just enjoy this, darling. Keep quiet for us, hm?” Jiwoo winked and started kissing your neck, sucking and biting gently as Chanelle worked her lips across the other side.

Your hands held their heads, feeling dizzy from the feeling of two hot women tasting your skin. “Wow, fuck”

Dreams come true.

One of Jiwoo’s hands slid over your tummy and then down into your sweatpants. She pushed past your panties now reaching your soaked spot.

“U-Unnie”

Chanelle pulled your shirt off before unclasping your bra. Both were tossed away and your girlfriend began sucking and groping at your plump breasts. She kissed around the nipple and smiled at Jiwoo who pushed in two of her fingers inside your cunt.

She got you to sit on the desk with your legs spread wide, giving quite a show to both women of how good your pussy was taking Jiwoo’s fingers.

“That’s my good girl” Chanelle whispered closely to your ear and showed the strap-on she’s been hiding in her sweatpants this entire time.

“Do you just carry that around with you?” Jiwoo questioned.

“It’s normal for me and Y/n. She just can’t get enough of it” the younger of the two winked. “Come on Jiwoo Unnie. Make her nice and wet for me”

Jiwoo hummed and pulled her fingers out to replace it with her tongue. Your hands held onto her head instantly, biting your lip to suppress any lewd noises.

“What is it darling?” Your girlfriend leaned her ear to your pouty lips.

One of your hands rested on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Fuck me with your strap please, baby. Want it so bad”

“Hmm doesn’t convince me. Try again”

“D-Daddy” you whined.

Chanelle smiled in satisfaction and caressed Jiwoo’s hair. “Unnie, let us give you a show”

Jiwoo released your clit with a pop and wiped her mouth. “Don’t disappoint me, Chanelle Moon” she smirked and sat on a different desk nearby.

“You heard her, Princess” Chanelle said to you and stood in between your legs to push her 8 inch strap inside.

“Holy fuck!” You arched and your hands went under your girlfriend’s shirt to claw at her smooth back.

Chanelle started thrusting at a slow pace and Jiwoo couldn’t sit still anymore even though it’s been only a few seconds. “Never mind, I can’t just sit and watch”

She stood next to you like before and caressed your face, planting soft kisses all around. “Does it feel good, honey?” Her voice oozed with sweetness and it was only turning you on even more.

Chanelle always had a thing for Jiwoo’s voice too so she couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her lips. The strap was rubbing against her own core which encouraged her hips to move faster.

Your body was bouncing back and forth with each push and the desk started to shake with you. Even the shelf behind you was vibrating like an earthquake was happening, causing some bottles to fall.

Jiwoo was quick to catch them and place them on the ground. “Jeez Chanelle, calm down will you?”

“Fuck can’t help it. She looks so good like this” The half American grunted and wrapped a hand around your neck, applying a bit of pressure.

Your eyes rolled back and your nails dug deeper into her skin that it drew blood. It didn’t bother Chanelle. She could only focus on your pornographic expressions and the way Jiwoo continued whispering dirty words in your ear.

The eldest’s hand made its way to your clit, starting off with slow circles. “Does Chanelle’s cock feel good, honey?”

“Yes yes yes!”

Jiwoo’s panties were flooded when you made eye contact. Tears were brimming your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and you didn’t think twice about the next words that came from your mouth.

“U-Unnie kiss me. Please kiss me”

Jiwoo sighed and looked at Chanelle who started to sweat from all the work. “Chanelle can I? Your baby is begging to be kissed by me”

“A-Ah fuck please, baby. Let Jiwoo Unnie kiss me!” You gasped as Jiwoo pressed her fingers harder at your clit.

“Fine” Chanelle growled, using that anger to practically destroy your guts with powerful thrusts. She removed her hand from your throat and held your knees as far as she could so she could reach deeper.

“Oh god yes, baby!”

Jiwoo held your face in her free hand and connected your lips. They were softer than she imagined and it felt intoxicating. Her soft moan gave you butterflies and her tongue started to wrestle with yours.

Chanelle found the scene so hot. She leaned down to nibble at your collarbones and Jiwoo’s fingers rubbed your clit ferociously up and down.

“O-Oh fuck! Fuck yes, gonna cum!” You murmured into Jiwoo’s mouth.

She pulled away and squeezed your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out, honey”

You did instantly and moaned when she spat on it, turning your head to Chanelle. “Chanelle, spit”

Your girlfriend obeyed.

“Swallow” Jiwoo ordered next and you didn’t need to be told twice.

“Cum, Princess. Milk my cock like you always do” Chanelle panted.

Your nails scratched over the marks you already left a few minutes ago and you looked down to watch your girlfriend ruin your pussy, all while Jiwoo’s finger never stopped.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Cumming! Fuck daddy I’m cumming-Ah Unnie—Holy shit!” You blabbered and your jaw hung open, doing your best in staying silent.

Chanelle slowed her thrusts and admired the white ring that appeared on the strap, more of that white liquid starting to slide down.

Jiwoo’s hand stopped too, only to scoop up some of your cum and sucking on it. “God, you take so fucking delicious, honey”

The younger of the two finally pulled out and kissed along your sweaty body. “Good girl, Princess”

While you tried to catch your breath, Jiwoo pushed Chanelle against the wall and fell to her knees. “Here’s my thank you for letting me join” She winked and took the entire cum-covered strap into her mouth.

“Jiwoo Unnie…” Chanelle sighed and ran her fingers through the older’s hair.

Jiwoo gagged a little bit when Chanelle pushed her head further, seeing the head reaching deep into her throat.

You all froze at familiar voices outside.

“I swear I saw them go here” Jeongeun huffed, her footsteps stopping.

“Yeah me too. You reckon they got into a bad fight?” Jeemin asked.

“I miss Y/n Unnie” you heard Himena cry which forced you to jump up and wear your clothes like you weren’t railed a few seconds before.

Jiwoo stopped and stood up but Chanelle held her shoulder. “Nooo keep going”

“Chanelle, baby Himena is literally outside and you want her to barge in here seeing me suck you off? And your naked girlfriend in the background?”

“Alright alright” Chanelle threw her arms up and put her pants up, making sure the strap was well hidden like before.

“Fuck” you hissed as you fell to the floor.

You held onto the desk as you stood up and walked to the door but your legs were way too weak. Chanelle caught you and giggled. “Oops”

“Jerk” you fired back.

Jiwoo opened the door where the 3 girls were. “Hi”

Jeongeun frowned. “There you guys are!…why were you all in here?”

“Is Y/n Unnie okay?” Himena asked when she noticed Chanelle holding you up.

“She said she hurt her legs from practice. And you know Y/n, she barely stretches before it so we were giving her a massage” Chanelle lied.

“Both of you needed to massage her?” Jeemin asked.

“I followed to check on them and ended up staying” Jiwoo shrugged.

“Ahhhh this is why it’s important to stretch Y/n Unnie! If you don’t, Chanelle Unnie has to keep giving you massages!” Himena scolded cutely.

Your girlfriend ‘massaging’ you everyday?

You don’t mind that at all.

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