#i told my other coworker that i do not like the old ladies. they do not understand why other coworker puts their 2 cents in.

[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Posessive Coworker! Yang Jeongin/Naive Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Innie!" you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Jeongin gave you a nonchalant pat on the back, even though his heart was racing within his chest. You beamed, "Guess what? I made candy over the weekend, would you like some?" you asked, biting your bottom lip. Jeongin nodded, "Sure," he said, internally waiting until you got to him when he saw you give out candy bags to the others. 

"Yay, here!" you said, giving him a full bag than the tiny packets you were giving out. Jeongin didn't realise the difference when he took it, the packaging was the same, sure it was a bit full but the others must have gotten the same. You gave him a big squeeze, "I'll head back to work. See you later," you beamed, skipping away from him with a contagious smile. 

Jeongin sighed, holding his chest, "Fuck, what am I going to do with them," he grumbled, hiding his face within his cubicle. You swayed your feet, drawing pretty hearts around his picture. You looked to your cubicle neighbor, "Hey, do you think Innie will ever like me?" you asked, hoping for support. "Well, he's the type to hate everyone. You might need to try a different approach," they said, ruffling your hair. 

You sulked, nodding your head, "You're right I'll think of something," you said, drawing out a little plan. Jeongin felt his eyes twitch when the coworker ruffled your hair, the pen broke in his hand as he tried not to lash out. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, 'One day, I'll secure a damn collar around your neck' he thought, imagining his name etched on your pendent before he walked away. 

You gulped, standing in front of a old tarot shop, "Hello?" you asked, walking in. An old lady sat with her crystal ball, "Hello, deary. I heard you're looking for a love potion," she said, rubbing the crystal ball. You gasped, "How did you know?" you asked, naive enough to believe in such fabbles. 

The old lady chuckled, "I see and know all, darling. Now, this is the potion you seek. You must be the first one he sees after drinking it. Don't use more than half, or else he might turn into a feral beast," she warned, knowing the viagra content in the vial is quite high. You nodded your head, "No more than half, understood," you said, waiting for the price. 

The old lady smirked, "A vial like this is priceless, I'll charge you a discounted price," she said, giving you the number. You sulked when it was half your paycheck but for Jeongin you'd do anything, "Thank you," you said, leaving the shop. Jeongin stood behind the old lady, "Quite the scam you've built here," he said, twirling his knife. The old lady froze, "Wouldn't you like you future read, young man?" she asked, trying to avoid her fate.

Jeongin pursed his lips, "No, I can't let people like you take advantage of my little doll," he said, holding the knife across the old lady's throat. "Wait, wouldn't you like to know what they purchased?" she asked, hoping that would stall him. Jeongin tilted his head, "I could care less. They can buy whatever they want. I'm a gentleman to their purchase privacy," he said, slitting the old lady's throat before she could defend herself. 

Jeongin took your money and reported the crime anonymously to the police, he burned his clothes and vacuumed the floor. He then burned the contents of the vacuum and fled the scene. Jeongin sighed and slid your paycheck into your mailbox, "Seriously, a leash is needed," he grumbled, glaring at your room window.

You wore your prettiest outfit, and held your basket of cookies. After making all the normal cookies, you began to bake Jeongin's batch, you did as told pouring half when you suddenly flinched at a loud crackle of thunder. "Shit," you whispered, seeing the empty vial in your hand. You looked outside and saw no rain, "Stupid thunder," you whined, staring at the pink glittery liquid in the middle of your dry ingredients. 

You sighed before smirking, "I wouldn't mind seeing Innie as a feral beast. Maybe he'd turn into a werewolf and a have a big girthy cock," you giggled, stirring the ingredients together. You bit your bottom lip, hiding the special stash within your pocket while you looked for him. Jeongin sat by his cubicle, hoping that the money he placed in your mailbox didn't get stolen. 

You beamed when you saw him, "Innie, Innie. I made cookies, want some?" you asked, handing him his special batch. Jeongin gave you a subtle smile, and opened the bag, "Thank you," he said, taking a bite. The cookies were soft with a crunchy edge. Jeongin tasted a hint of chemicals but brushed it aside, thinking it's probably the glitter you used, "It's really good," he praised, biting into another cookie. 

You smiled, your eyes turned into crescents from smiling so hard, "Thank you, Innie," you said, waiting for the potion to kick in. You gulped, needing to be the first one that Jeongin sees. Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, feeling his control slipping, "What?" he whispered, looking into your eyes for answers. "Is the love potion working?" you asked, seeing Jeongin hold his chest. 

Jeongin panted, feeling his cock throb under his slack, "Love potion?" he asked, groaning from the sheer sensitivity his body was in. You gulped, looking at him with a guilt and scared expression. Jeongin clenched his jaw, "Don't look at me like that; like you're afraid of me," he growled, gripping your wrist. You sniffled, tears ruining your mascara, "Are you mad?" you asked, hiccuping under his feral gaze. 

Jeongin buried his face into your tummy, "Everyone else left for lunch right?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. You nodded your head, guilt filling you up, "Today's the one hour break," you sniffled,  lips wobbling at the thought of upsetting Jeongin. "Good, good. One hour should be enough," he groaned, lifting you up.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little cunt with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your cunt. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you cunt spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed around his shaft. Jeongin hissed at the searing warmth coating his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

AMAB

"Too fast!" You sobbed, clawing the desk for any form of leverage. Jeongin groaned, pounding your little rim with a brutal pace. His hands bruising your precious skin as he fucked you in the meeting room. Your body laid pliant, taking as much as his rough thrusts as possible. He already came twice and he was still hot and throbbing within your hole. "Hah, hah, hhgh," you hiccuped, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Jeongin clenched his jaw and held your throat, "Let me hear you cry, darling. I wanted to take it slow with you but just had to be So. Fucking. Naive," he growled, thrusting harder with every word he grits. You sobbed under his thrusts, you hole spasming from the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Jeongin pushed his hair back and rolled his hips, "Look at you, doll. So messy, so dirty with cum," he chuckled, eyeing your makeup stained face and semen stained outfit. 

You sniffled, clenching around his cock, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimpered, wiping your tears. Jeongin kissed your palm, "You just couldn't help yourself, doll. You're so easy to influence," he grunted, thrusting his hips. You stared at him through your tears brimmed eyes, "Just wanted Innie to love me," you sobbed, heart squeezing at the confession. 

Jeongin held you close, his hips keeping their relentless pace, "Darling, I loved you from the beginning. Never once have I not love you," he rasped, nipping your ear. You sniffled, "Really?" you asked, pushing back with his thrusts. Jeongin chuckled, nosing your cheek, "Really, really," he said, kissing you softly. Your mind melted, his kisses contradicting his desperate thrusts. 

You arched your back, chest pressing against his as you creamed between your torsos’. Jeongin hissed at the searing grip engulfing his cock and came deep within your body. You gave him a few soft pecks, "Hehe," you giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, "What are you giggling for?" he asked, kissing your forehead. You hugged him close, "I'm just happy you're mine," you whispered, catching your breath. Jeongin chuckled, "Me too, doll. Now let's clean up as fast as we can before they come back from break, hm?" he said, kissing your nose.

[justwinginglife]

This Time, It's Different

Dedicated to the only person who will read this, my bestie @minasfwoopyponytail, yall I know I be doin Soshiro all the time, but I got on the Ranpo track cuz we were talking about Ranpo being in our top favs for BSD so I gotta show him some love today (I am so sorry that I bought Chuuya, Dazai, and Akutugawa merch and forgot about you Ranpo my love, this is my apology fic for you).

You were never good at lying. 

It was inconvenient in almost all aspects of your life, but you never thought your ineptitude would be the reason someone finally fell in love with you.

After many failed attempts at bending the truth, after attempting to tell your aunt you liked the socks she got for your birthday and instead unknowingly wrinkling your nose at them and breaking her heart, after attempting to tell your boss that you were busy and couldn’t come to work on a Saturday and when she asked follow up questions about your supposed plans you found yourself flushed and floundering, after attempting to tell your ex that you enjoyed meeting his family but then immediately declining any further interaction with them, after multiple awkward interactions and even more disastrous encounters, you decided to give up on lying. It wasn’t for you.

So you resigned yourself to the fact that you would have to tell nothing but the whole, honest truth for the rest of your life. Your lackluster lies may cause catastrophe otherwise. 

So when you joined up with the Armed Detective Agency, when you rejected Dazai’s advances by saying, “No offense Dazai, but I’m sure you say that to all the ladies, and while I’m flattered, I’m not into womanizers,” when you offered methods of stress relief to Kunikida because he “always looked like the world was ending,” when you asked when Furukawa would be retiring because you were concerned about him “overworking himself in his old age,” when half the detective agency was against you from your first day, Ranpo Edogawa found himself half in love with you already. 

He’d never met a person who didn’t -or just couldn’t- lie, even among his fellow coworkers, and he was at least intrigued by you if nothing else. He found himself eager to see just how far you were willing to go to continue telling the truth. 

Going forward, you often found him tagging along on missions with you, peeking over your shoulder while you worked, listening to everything intently, even despite your other coworkers telling you that Ranpo almost never went out of his way to be this personally invested in anything, just because he wanted to hear you talk, to see if you really told everyone everything you thought all the time. And to ask you questions. Lots of questions. 

Most of them were controversial because he wanted to see if you’d stick to your opinions even if you were in the minority, some of them were philosophical because he wanted to know the way your mind worked, and a few of them were just downright absurd because he was Ranpo. 

“Okay. So. You want to know if I would divert the trolley to save the lives of five by killing one?”

“Yes, and when you’re done with that, do you think that dress makes that girl’s butt look fat?”

“Mr. Edogawa, sir, I really don’t see how this is relevant to the case.”

“Oh it’s relevant, alright. Answer the question, I’m your superior and I wanna know.”

“Um. Alright. Well clearly it makes more logical sense to sacrifice the life of the one for the good of the many, just mathematically speaking, and yes, that dress is very unappealing on her, I don’t know why she went with white.” 

“Agreed, the white is hideous, you pass my tests. For now.”

And so this bizarre relationship of yours continued.

Ranpo would wait for you to finish up cases, would wait for you to finish in the bathroom, would wait for you to finish up dinner, just so he could pick your brain, just so he could amuse himself with your answers. But the more time he spent with you, the more his reason changed for spending the time. He was always attentive, had always had a keen eye, but when you were around, it seemed every last bit of his attention had devoted itself to you. He knew how long it took for you to finish going to the bathroom, so -much to your embarrassment- he always knew what you were doing in the bathroom depending on the length of time. He knew how long it took for you to eat and which foods took you longer amounts of time to eat them. He knew when it was your time of the month, he knew what you craved during said time, he knew the way you’d react when he brought you said craving. He knew almost everything about you and it still wasn’t enough. 

One day, he diverted from his usual barrage of insane questions and he started asking about you: what was your favorite food, where were you born, did you have any pets growing up, what did you like to do outside of work? By now, you had gathered from all his previous questions that he was just having fun interrogating you, but you enjoyed talking with him, so you answered all his questions regardless, personal or otherwise. You were unsure how telling him your favorite color was supposed to entertain him the way his usual ridiculous questions did, but you told him it was green anyway. He brought you a bundle of kiwis the next day because he couldn’t figure out what else was green to give you. You were unaware of the fruit’s connection to his question about your favorite color but to him, he’d pretty much just asked you out. 

When you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, because you were unaware he had feelings for you, and unaware he had just presented them to you through said kiwis, he pouted for the remainder of the day.

You couldn’t figure out why the man who had spent every waking second of your career with the ADA by your side had suddenly started avoiding you. You couldn’t figure it out, and it was killing you. Little did he know, you had also started memorizing details about him, and the way his laugh sounded, the way his lips curved into a smile, the way his fingers pushed up his glasses, the way he did anything and everything, the way he said anything and everything had you craving your next interaction before the previous one had even ended. And you couldn’t take the silence he had now forced you into. So you went on a hunt for him.

You found him sulking on the rooftop. 

You plopped down beside him without saying a word and when you could tell he might be preparing to run again, preparing to plunge your relationship into further silence, you handed him a Ramune. He froze. And then he snatched the drink out of your hand like it was just another Tuesday for the two of you.

“You remembered my favorite flavor, huh? Not too shabby for a second rate detective.” He chugged down the drink.

You laughed and nudged his shoulder with yours. “If I’m such a second rate detective, how did I know you’d be on the roof?”

He shrugged. “Got lucky, I guess.”

You bit your lip and for the first time in years, considered lying. But you couldn’t do it. “Actually, I didn’t just ‘get lucky.’ I knew you’d be on the roof. You always come to the roof when you’re upset. I notice more than you think. So tell me- why are you upset?”

He sighed. “You’re not into me. No one’s ever into me.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

He sighed again, this time more exasperated. “I gave you a gift, but you didn’t accept my feelings.”

You blinked again. “The… kiwis?? Ranpo. You always give me gifts. You gave me strawberries during my last period even though Yosano told you to get me chocolate because you know I like fruits better than chocolate. You gave me limited edition tickets to a play that was already sold out because you’d preordered it when you heard me vaguely mention that I liked it. You are always giving me things, and they’re perfect, and I love it, and I appreciate it, but how was I supposed to know this time was something different?”

He tapped a finger on his chin. “Yeah okay fine. I see that now.”

You inched up closer to him. “So… this time is different though?”

He suddenly blushed. “Yeah… this time it’s different. This time I wanted… well I wanted…”

“Me?”

He’s suddenly quiet and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. You’ve rendered him speechless and it’s impossible not to find it adorable.

You kiss him.

If he was speechless before, now he’s speechless and breathless.

“I just… you just…so we’re?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Yeah. We are.”

“We’re… together?” He squeaks out.

“I’d like us to be.”

He nods vigorously. “I-I’d like us to be too!” He blurts out.

You kiss him again and this time he savors the feeling of your lips melding with his. This time he kisses you back with fervor, with passion he never knew he could feel. This time, he’s all yours.

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Author's Note: I am too lazy to write a longer fic that delves into their relationship after this, but I did want to write a lil drabble about it, so I will be posting it here.

[dog-girl-zezora]

My problematic trait is that I will watch chaos unfold around my coworkers and not offer any help unless they look to me for it

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking a server if I could keep a platter?

So at Outback Steakhouse they serve you bread on these nice little wooden platters that have a hole in them to hold the ramekin of butter. I cook a lot and I thought it would be really nice to have as a cutting board especially because the hole would be convenient to push the scraps into. When we (a friend and I) were done with the meal I asked the server if I could keep the platter. I fully expected there to be a charge added to my check for it. But he said he'd go get me a clean one and I wasn't charged for it at all, so I left him a nice tip.

I told this story to my mom when I got home, and she told me - as a server herself - that I had been a karen for doing this. She started telling me how she hates it when customers ask for things like that and so do all the other servers she knows, and that the only reason the server did this favor for me was because it's probably the restaurant's policy to give them to whoever asks.

I'm really confused as to how this makes me a karen because while I'm sure some people are rude and entitled about this, I wasn't! I asked a simple question and I would NOT have pushed it if the server said no, and not only that but he went out of his way to go get me a clean one when I didn't even ask for one, I could just have put the one from the table into the to-go bag or something. When I told my mom that, she said that he went out of his way because he was hoping for a tip. Which I literally did give him! I asked if it came out of the server's paycheck and she said no, so I asked why did it matter and she just continued to act like grabbing a platter was a crazy amount of extra grueling work for a server to be forced to do. She kept saying "they HAVE to do it and they're just HOPING for a good tip and most of the time they don't get it." Like something being slightly out of the realm of typical customer requests is just automatically horrible. She brought up how one of her coworkers was asked by some old lady if she could get a bone for her dog, and the coworker went digging through the trash for one. I then brought up that that is a COMPLETELY different situation, bc my server was able to walk to a nearby, designated area for these platters and get it back to me in like 30 seconds. But my mom kept saying no, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's the same.

She insisted that I should not have asked for the platter, basically told me to shut up and that she' has seniority's automatically right because she has experience as a server and therefore she knows for a fact that ANY server would think I was annoying and rude. I really don't think I did anything wrong at all but it's true that I've never been a server, so I don't know how universal my mom's opinion on this is. Was I a Karen(asshole)?

What are these acronyms?

[holdmytesseract]

Time To Get A Grip [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After returning home from a nightshift and finding your boyfriend stoned on the sofa, you lose it. Given the fact that he becomes a father soon, it's time for him to finally get a grip.

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! swear words, mentions of alcohol, drugs and smoking, drug consumption, pregnancy things, drama, a fight, angst, bit of blood, fluff, age gap

Gotta rate this story 18+, just in case!

Pre-Apocalypse Era!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: You chose and I am here to deliver! 😁 Well... I had this idea - and wrote it. It fitted perfectly into Daryl's, Y/N's and Teddy's story, so... But it's also quite a bit heavy. I never wrote something like this before.

Special thanks to @fictive-sl0th for encouraging me and loving my Daryl fics! Love ya, friend! 💕

Also, I apologise to all the Merle fans. Sorry, guys! 🙈

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Releasing a big yawn; you closed the locker with the number thirteen painted on, and slipped the key - which was attached to a key ring, inside the pocket of your jeans. With a sigh you grabbed your bag and made your way towards the exit of the changing room. "By girls, see you on Monday!" You said goodbye to your coworkers; smiling. They bid their goodbyes as well; waving and smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you left the room and the big building behind yourself and stepped out on the streets of Gainesville; the bright morning sun almost blinding you.

Working as a nurse in a hospital wasn't always easy. Especially the night shift. But working as a nurse in a hospital at night, being almost eighteen weeks pregnant was even less easy - and so very exhausting. As soon as I'm five months in, I'm quitting this shit, you told yourself. Only day shifts from then on. The thing was, you told yourself that already from the start. From the very day you found out you were pregnant. It was a lie which repeated itself month after month. You knew that it wasn't good to work night shift after night shift. Not for you, nor for the baby. But you practically had no other chance. Being alive was expensive. Food was expensive. Having a roof over your head was expensive. Even if it was just a small apartment in one of the endless, old and quite ragged apartment blocks in downtown Gainesville. It was even more expensive, when you are the only one earning the needed money. And soon, you were going to have not only two mouths to feed, but three. Every day you hoped for a change to come - but it wasn't easy. Oh no.

You shook your head slightly and took another deep breath, in order to get yourself out of your thoughts and your sleepy brain to focus.

After you checked your surroundings, you crossed the front yard of the hospital and made your way to the bus station. All you wanted to do now was going home, crash on your bed and sleep at least until late afternoon. Your body wanted that as well. You knew that, of course. Hence, you had almost slept in on the bus and missed your stop! Luckily, your hazy brain reminded you to stand up in the last second.

Waiting until the bus rolled past you, you crossed the street and walked the last meters to the building in which your apartment was. It was just a few blocks down the road. At least the weather is nice today, you thought; looking up into the sky.

You unlocked the old main door, which led into the big staircase and started to climb the steps, leading up to the third floor. On your way, you met a familiar face - unfortunately. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jefferson."

Elsie Jefferson. The typical, critical bitter old lady next door, who everybody knew. Husband long dead and owner of at least ten cats. She was utterly nosy and curious about anything and everything. You couldn't stand her since the day she decided to interfere in your affairs. It was your life, not hers - but Mrs. Jefferson didn't care of course. And sometimes, you had the feeling that she did this all on purpose, because she liked you just as little.

"Ah, good morning, Y/N." She had just left her apartment; wearing those old slippers she always wore. A trash bag was in her hand. Apparently, she was just on her way to take out the trash - and you had the perfect timing to run straight into her. Great.

"Coming home from a night shift?" "Mhm, yep." You had absolutely no intention to talk to her, but you also couldn't be so rude to just walk away. The older woman shook her head. "Young lady, young lady... You should stop doing that. Now that you are pregnant." Not that again. "I know, but it's my decision. I'm okay with it. I'm used to it." Mrs. Jefferson shook her head again; rebukingly. You already wanted to walk past her; thinking that the conversation was over - but for her, it wasn't. You should've known. "Does your chaotic mess of a boyfriend still has no job?" You clenched your jaw. You hated it - absolutely hated it, when she brought Daryl up in those stupid conversations. All she wanted was to sting you and throw mud at him - just because he was how he was.

Gritting your jaw, you tried to smile at her. "He's at it." You didn't reveal more. While should you? "So no." She concluded, before stepping closer to you. "Chit... You should get rid of him." "I don't think so, ma'am. He's the father of my child." You tried to argue, but Mrs. Jefferson didn't even listen to you, just continued to speak ill of Daryl. "That man is not good for you and brings nothing but trouble. Just look at his messed-up family! His abusive, alcoholic father! His mother, who was a chain-smoker! And don't get me even started on his brother! Violence, alcohol, drugs... Wasn't he even in the prison only a few years back?" She exclaimed. "Daryl Dixon is toxic, Y/N - and way too old for you... Do you really think he's better than the rest of his family? Do you really think he can change? Turn into a better person?"

Hearing all those foul and judgemental words leaving the older lady's mouth, caused anger and sadness to flow your veins. How dare she? How dare? You had a hard time to keep yourself calm and not snap at her. The raging pregnancy hormones within your body didn't quite help the situation. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took a deep breath. "Yes, I believe exactly that. I love this man - and that's all that matters. Have a nice day, Mrs. Jefferson." With those words you walked past her; continuing to climb the stairs. But of course, she had one more bombshell to drop on you... "You should've never let him get yourself pregnant. Dixon isn't made to be a father." You ignored her and moved on; mumbling under your breath: "That's what mum said as well..."

You tried to calm yourself down on the rest of the way and erase what just happened from your memories. You didn't have the nerves to deal with that woman. Not today. Not after an exhausting night shift and three times of throwing up in the staff toilets - no.

You climbed the last few steps and headed straight for the quite rickety door, which led into yours - and somehow Daryl's apartment.

Relieved, you closed the door behind yourself. Finally at home. Thank god. Throwing your keys on the small shelf beside the main door, you took off your shoes and jacket. You didn't anticipated Daryl to be home. Not after he had told you Wednesday morning, that he'd go out with his brother. You knew exactly what 'go out' meant. But who were you to stop him? God knows you had tried. Several times. But well... Blood is thicker than water.

Given that fact, you were quite surprised, when you found him in the living room; passed out onto the couch. A smile crossed your face; knowing that he was here - but it faded quickly, when you noticed the condition he was in. Daryl was laying on his stomach; one arm dangling over the edge of the sofa. One sleeve of his yellow-black checkered shirt was ripped off, while the other was still intact. When you squatted down beside him, a wave of cold smoke hit you; coming undoubtedly from his clothes. Daryl's breathing was heavy; sweat dotted his face and presumably his whole body as you noticed further. Some dried, crusty blood was smeared across the skin underneath his nose - and you knew. You knew. You weren't blind. And a nurse. You could tell when somebody was stoned - or well, had been stoned.

It didn't happen often - luckily. It was already enough that Merle made him to consume alcohol way too often. Making him to take drugs was an entirely different story. And you hated Merle for it. Yes, he was strictly spoken family, but the impact he had on his little brother was way too big. The worst part of it was, that Daryl didn't even defend himself.

Seeing your boyfriend in this condition caused the anger, sadness and frustration you had just swallowed down to come up again. Twice as hard. You stood up and crossed your arms; looking down on him.

"Daryl. Wake up." No reaction. "Daryl." You nudged him softly with your knee, earning a low growl. Like already said... You didn't have the nerves to deal with shit like that today. "Daryl fucking Dixon!" You yelled then, causing the man to flinch and immediately wake up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?!" He groaned again and moved to sit up; pinching the bridge of his nose. His sweat soaked shirt on full display; short blonde-brown hair as messed up as it could be. "What'd ya mean, hon?" He slurred; still trying to wake up properly. "Oh no no, don't pull that card, Daryl. Don't 'hon' me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

Your boyfriend rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair, before reddened eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones. "Merle, uh, Merle's got this new, uh, dealer and-" "Forced you to try the 'good stuff', I know." You finished his sentence. "What was it." He didn't answer, just looked at the ground. "That wasn't a question, Daryl. It was a demand. Tell me." He still didn't talk. You stepped closer and rather harshly pushed his left shoulder. "Tell me! What did you snort?!" Daryl swallowed visibly; once again avoiding eye contact. "Jus' a bit Crystal Meth."

You gasped audibly; jaw dropping. "Crystal Meth? Crystal Meth?! Fucking hell, Daryl! That's one of the most dangerous drugs!" Sure, he wasn't stoned anymore, but undoubtedly dealing with the aftermath. And the drug caused his already quite short fuse to be even shorter. He was more irritable. You noticed. Therefore, he was quickly losing it. "Goddamn, woman! Calm down! It was jus' a little bit! I won't do it again!" He snapped - and you swallowed hard; already needing to suppress the tears. The drugs influenced Daryl and the hormones influenced you.

"I don't care if it was just a tiny bit! I don't care if you say you won't do it again, because you always break this promise! You'll do it again - and we both know it! You'll drink again. You'll smoke again. You'll toke again - and you'll take drugs again. Merle is bad for you! When do you finally realise that?!" "Nah, he's family, Y/N! He's the only one I got left!" You shook your head. He didn't even listen to a word you just said, did he? "That may be true, yes! But he's so far off track - and he's dragging you right with him! You could be so much, more, Daryl... But for that, you need to finally break free!" Your boyfriend clenched his hands into fists; was visibly angered as well. "I won't jus' leave Merle! Ya can't ask me to do tha'!" You frustratingly rolled your eyes. He really didn't understand. "I am not asking you to leave your brother! I told you again and again... I'm asking you to keep a healthy distance! Separate your life and his life! Stop acting so headless!" "'M not actin' headless!" You laughed almost maniacally at his ridiculous words. "Oh hell yes, you do! And you know it! Stop this! I need you to quit acting this way, because-" The anger coursing through your veins got suddenly replaced by fear and desperation.

"'Cause wha'?! Huh?! 'Cause what?!" Daryl's already not properly thinking brain thought even less logical as he spat out that question. "I don't know if it already slipped your notice, but..." You pulled the baggy t-shirt you wore aggressively down, causing the visible outlines of your baby bump to appear. "I'm fucking pregnant, Daryl! With your kid! You're going to be a father in not even six months! Do you even know what that means?! A child comes with great responsibilities! We are talking about a human being we need to look after! A baby isn't like a dog or a cat! I can't have you hanging somewhere around, drunk or stoned! That's reckless - and I thought you were aware of that. Apparently, I was wrong."

Daryl was unfortunately way too deep in his rage to understand. All he saw was red. Literally jumping up from the couch - his symptoms of the drug consumption forgotten for a moment, he took a few threatening steps closer, until he was hovering dangerously over you. "Well... Guess ya shoulda have listened to yer parents, girl... 'N dump me when ya still had the chance to. I told ya from the very beginnin' that this wouldn't work out. Us. This relationship was meant ta fail... But now's too late. Like ya said... Already knocked ya up with that bastard child."

You and Daryl had already quite a few fights in your relationship. That was normal and common. Hurtful and ugly words were sometimes exchanged - but he had never said something like this. It really hurt you. Deep. Despite the fact, that you knew that he probably didn't mean what he had just said. You knew that he was actually happy about this baby. Scared to death, but happy. But it hurt. So freaking much.

You were exhausted. So utterly exhausted - and yet sleep didn't find you. You laid awake, hour after hour; thinking about what had happened - and the possible consequences of it. Your brain just couldn't shut up and so you spent the rest of the day and even night with just staring at the wall or ceiling and crying. Sure, you could sleep a few hours, but it was not peaceful and certainly not restful. Anyways... It was way too less sleep, given the fact that you had a night shift behind yourself and were pregnant. Needless to say, you couldn't be any happier about the fact that Sunday was your day off.

You just stared at him, while tears started to trickle down your cheeks. "Go." Your voice was merely above a whisper, but your eyes told Daryl enough to realise, what he had just done. "Y/N, I-" "Leave." "Y/N-" "I told you to go!" You yelled, pushing him away from you. "Get out of my sight, before I do something I might regret!" Daryl grunted and ripped the other sleeve of his shirt off, before he walked to the door; "Fine! If ya want me ta go, I'll go!" and slammed it shut behind himself. Mere seconds later, you broke down crying.

In the early morning hours, you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing. Cursing under your breath, you stood up and walked to the door. You had just been on the verge of dozing off again...

You already suspected that it was Mrs. Jefferson, one of your neighbours - or hence, even the postman, but you certainly didn't expect Daryl to stand in front of your door. Honestly, you expected anyone, but him. He never came back that fast after a fight. Never.

Well... Until now.

"Daryl?" You asked; totally stunned and also a bit confused. "What are you doing here?" He had both his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slightly ripped, grey jeans. A fresh tank top covered his body; not that ragged shirt anymore - and he had visibly showered. The man leaned against the door frame; biting his bottom lip nervously - a habit.

"I really fucked it up, didn't I?" "Yes. Yes, you did," you confirmed without even blinking. Daryl swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "'M sorry." You looked him in the eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. "You always say that. I always believe you. And you always fuck it up again." You paused; trying to find the right words. "I love you, Daryl - but honestly, I don't know how long I am able to play this game."  He swallowed hard; the harsh realisation of the possibility to lose you - and with that his child hitting him full force. "Y/N, I... I know. 'M an asshole. Always was. Most likely always going ta be. I don deserve you. And certainly not yer love - but please... Give me one last chance. Us." He sighed; desperately. Words weren't his strengths. "Fuck's sake, I can't live without ya. I need ya. You know that."

Now you were the one who had to swallow hard. Tears stung in your eyes; as you tried to figure out what to say. Yes, you were still angry at him for what he did - for what he said, but on the other hand... You loved this idiot so fucking much. Perhaps even too much for your own good. Not that you cared, though.

"Yes. And I need you, Daryl..." Your raging hormones caused your walls to break. "You're all I've got. I chose you above my family. I gave up my entire life for you. Please don't let this be for nothing. Please hold your promise this time." You choked out; tears staining the fabric of your sleep shirt. "Look for a job; get some distance between your life and Merle's life - and, for our child's sake, get a grip. There's not much time left for you to turn the tide." You took a shaky breath and cupped your baby bump. "I can't do this without you..."

Daryl nodded; his expression soft and full of love - and regret. "I know. I know." He stepped inside your apartment; closed the door and approached you, before he shyly - almost hesitantly placed his bigger hands on top of yours. "'M sorry. 'M so sorry. For what I did - 'n especially for what I said. I didn't mean it. I love that kid. Ya know I do. 'N I promise I'll try ta be a better man. For you and the baby."

You only nodded; unable to speak because of all the tears you shed. He leaned forward; pressed a kiss onto your forehead - and that was the moment you entirely caved. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged his body. Daryl accepted the hug, of course; placed both his hands on your hips and held you.

After a while, Daryl bent his knees and quickly swept you off your feet - much to your surprise, before he carried you into your bedroom. He set you down on the bed, quickly stripped off his top and jeans and joined you; wrapping you up in the tightest snuggle possible. It was almost like he sensed how tired and worn out you were. "Sleep, hon. 'M here. I won't go anywhere." You smiled tiredly up at him and couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. So, you did. "I love you." "I love ya, too."

[syddsatyrn]

Chapter 1 ⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking / smoking, fluff, friends to lovers. This is probably gonna end in smut.

⛤Words: 1.4k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn, I am a wreck without her, lol. This chapter is a little short. We are doing a slow burn, ladies , gentleman and nonbinary friends. Next Chapter will have Eddie in it I promise! Please check out Chapter one before you start this one. Thank you!

⛤Chapter 2: Pulling Strings You walk into work early and meet up with your manager. You explain that you need a week off to visit family in Hawkins. They calculate your vacation time and approve it, it's official! In two weeks you're going back to your childhood hometown. You asked a couple of coworkers to help cover your shift and got lucky, they both agreed they could use the extra hours. It was the longest two weeks that you've ever experienced. You passed the time with some shopping for your trip. You made sure to get all the essentials, and a couple of new cute outfits to bring too. You visited your mom and told her all about your plans, she's excited for you! She even sent you off with a little extra money, just in case.

Everything appears to be falling into place. The anticipation is killing you. But you start to find yourself thinking about Eddie quite often. You thought about his dark brown eyes, and how shockingly cute he was when he smiled. Back when things got difficult with your family, Eddie was always down for some late-night talks, listening to you vent for hours sometimes.

The night before you left, you spent time packing, calling Steve, and confirming some minor details. You took a shower before bed and watched some late night TV. When you finally decide to turn in, you crawl under the comforter and try your best to get some rest. Even if you still feel a huge pit in your stomach.

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You're beginning to think you should have packed lighter as you hauled your bags down to the car. You load everything into the trunk and settle into the driver's seat. You take a deep breath and start the car, the engine roars and you hit the gas. There's no next time, it's now or never. Time to take a leap of faith and do your best to be a better friend. You might not get another chance. The sun shines through your windshield as you turn the bend, the fresh Indiana air is crisp and clean. As you see the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, your body starts to tense up. You try to recall the directions Steve gave you in the correct order. You turned onto main street and kept on until you saw the blue apartments named “Hawkin’s Heights”. You pulled into the parking lot and backed into a parking space carefully and cut the engine. 

It took you what felt like forever to get out of the car. But after a few deep breaths and some time to mentally hype yourself up, you are ready. You walk upstairs and follow the numbers until you find apartment 106. You knock on the door and it instantly opens.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it!” Steve looks completely thrilled to see you. He scoops you up into a hug and pulls you inside the apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“Hi Stevie” You laughed “It’s so nice to see you!” Steve finally lets go and you recognize the other familiar face in the room. It was none other than Dustin Henderson.

“Oh my god, Dustin?! You’re like…all grown up!” You can't believe how mature he looks now. You give him a massive hug, he's taller than you now. Time sure does fly, kids sure do grow up fast. The boys head downstairs to help you lug your bags inside, thank goodness you didn't have to do that alone.

Once you get inside you notice the boys are taking your stuff down the hall, and you follow them. Once you walk through the threshold you immediately know whose room this is.

“You’ll be staying in Eddie's room. He comes back from tour in two days so you’ll see him then. I’m sure he won’t mind at all.” Steve explains so casually like it's no big deal.

“Oh god, I couldn’t just take his room. I would feel so bad. What if I take the couch?” You ask with a nervous laugh.

“Can’t, Dustin is on the couch. His mom went on this singles cruise. Even now I’m still somehow babysitting.” Steve laughs and Dustin scoffs at him. Your face turns a little red at the thought of sleeping in your high school crush’s bed.

“Don't listen to him, Y/N, my mom is just paranoid.” Dustin retorts as he follows Steve to the kitchen.

They both leave you to order some pizza and give you time to settle in. The room is truthfully very clean, there are Metal posters all over the walls, along with flyers from shows he’s played. He has some Christmas lights hanging for some ambiance. You take a seat on his queen-sized bed, it feels really comfy. The back comforter and black pillow cases were so him. There are guitars hanging on the wall, a couple of guitar stands, and amps off to the side.

I guess it can't be helped. You'll have to deal with it for now, maybe you can crash at Robin’s later. You shut the door and find yourself some lounge clothes to wear, settling on a pair of shorts and a large Metallica t-shirt. After brushing out your hair and setting out some clothes for tomorrow, you decide to join the boys in the kitchen.

“We got two large pepperoni pizzas,” Dustin announces, Steve opens two beers and offers you one. You gladly take it and grin as you see the label.

“Did you buy my favorite beer on purpose?” You ask, poking fun at how much of an accommodating host Steve can be. When the pizza arrives you all settle down in the living room and watch some late-night sitcom. Steve tells you all about the lengths he's gone to get everyone to gather here.

Nancy is coming to visit with Johnathan, they are staying with her parents. Robin has no idea you were here, Steve had to come up with some ridiculous excuse for her not to show up today. Eddie called to tell him when he would be returning in a couple of days and Steve had to play it cool like nothing was going on. He told them we were throwing a get-together at the Hideout but didn't mention you in the slightest.

“Wow…Look at you pulling all the strings.” You clapped softly and Steve took a little bow. You were truly impressed with his ability to put all of this together. “Thank you, Steve. This is so cool of you.”

“It was nothin’ really. You called and I had to make it happen.” He shrugs with a half smile. You hug your friend and decide to excuse yourself. You had a long drive and it was exhausting. You walk back to Eddie’s room to turn in for the night. When you look over at the nightstand you see a pack of cigarettes, half empty. Eddie used to bum you cigs when you hung out at his trailer. You flash back to the time your Dad was drunk and acting out, arguing with your mom. You ran off to Eddie’s place and your mom almost called the cops.

You grabbed one out of the pack and used the lighter next to the ashtray. You opened up a window and placed the cigarette between your lips and lit it. The taste was like shaking hands with an old friend. It was smooth and you almost feel bad for breaking your 3 year streak but also, one won't hurt…probably. That same nostalgic feeling you felt opening those boxes came flooding back in.

We were just teenagers, there were so many signs that he was head over heels for you but you were naive, oblivious, and it hurt you a little. Neither of you had the guts to say anything to each other. A regret that made you feel shameful to say the least. You’ve wondered if he still has feelings for you or is he off having the time of his life with his groupie fangirls?

When you try to define this feeling it's next to impossible, you feel a sense of anticipation. It's like you’re eager to relive some feelings, or longing for a simpler time. You take a few drags and try to wave the smoke and your insecurities out the window. You can't wait to see Robin tomorrow. It's time to get some sleep, you have a feeling you won't be getting much for the rest of the week.

You put out your cigarette and shut the window, turn out the light, and finally crawl under the covers. You have to admit, his bed smells really good, like fresh linen and men's cologne. It made you feel especially comfortable, and it didn't take long to ease into a deep slumber. You could get used to this kind of contentment. 

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old hag anon...... talked to a coworker on friday, we'll call her K, about what the old hag and the lady did to me with the women's pants. also told her i wanted to switch that day to another one where those 2 weren't working. K said tuesday or thursday was good and that she'd text our manager about it saying we needed more ppl as there have been 2 ppl off due to injury and illness. K talked about it to a guy called P, he's two-faced and not to be trusted, so she didn't tell him the real reason why i wanted to change days (to avoid old hag and the lady). i later heard him on the phone with, presumably, our manager forewarning her that i wanted to change my day. i think Oh shit, this isn't gonna work. fast forward to monday, i call my manager and ask what's going on with the changing of days. she tells me all the people we were short on are now back and that she's desperate for people on monday; the same fucking day those 2 work together other than on wednesday (if u remember, the old hag changed her friday to monday, i work wednesday and friday). i go there on an entirely voluntary basis and they tell me i can't change my day. there's a reason people don't want to work with the old hag. feeling very used and manipulated...... a nice lady who worked on monday, we'll call her D, changed to tuesday because she refused to work with the old hag after the old hag changed to mondays, she hates her lol. i can't get catty to them or else they'll use it against me with the manager, make out like they're innocent. idk what to do. i'm so fucking tired of this shit. it's so pathetic.

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[compassionatereminders]

I quit my toxic job a month and a half ago and I think people have this I AM MISERABLE mentality SO YOU SHOULD BE MISERABLE AS WELL!

I live in an apartment building old ladies gossip one lady is literally on her balcony at 5 am already and observes who goes to work, where someone is going and so on.

Old people are kinda shaming me.

Their mentality is I WORKED 40 YEARS AND I WAS MISERABLE MY JOB TOOK MY HEALTH BUT GUESS WHAT I STILL DID IT. Ok??? But I don't want a job that will take away my health or a job that will make me physically and mentally unwell.

I went to school but I couldn't get a job in my profession so I took a really bad job and I was there from age of 20 till 25. So 5 years. I felt like I will have a mental break down I was exhausted all the time and I cried at home a lot as well. I'm glad my parents do understand me and my dad told me to quit years ago because he said I will have to go to a mental institution otherwise... for real I was really mentally unwell for a lot of reasons, coworkers that worked there for years didn't want to do their job so I had to do it. They blamed me for THEIR mistakes and lied I did something wrong when they did things wrong. I was harassed by a male worker and I never actually had the guts to report him because he was LOVED by others (he gave me weird sexual comments and touched my shoulders arms etc. And I just freeze when someone does that.) People in charge were also not great they treated everyone badly - except like the 2 people they liked....

Now I'm still jobless but at least I'm getting mentally better. And I came to the conclusion that idc about these people who try to shame me. If they suffered physically and mentally... yes too bad. But I'm not willing to spend almost the next 40 years physically and mentally unwell.

It's so toxic really INSTEAD OF PEOPLE BEING MAD AT BAD WORKING CONDITIONS THEY ARE MAD AT PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT TO SUFFER FOR THE NEXT 40 YEARS. I just don't get it.

Still sucks how people at my apartment building talk about me but I won't let that bother me. They act like they buy my food and pay my bills....

I'm sure you made the right decision, and I think that "I suffered, so it's only fair that other people suffer too" is such a toxic and horrifying mentality. I'm sorry you have to deal with people who think that's an okay way to act!

[sirhamburrger]

𝐢𝐯: 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.)

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.): 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

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akaashi slides the manuscript back over to you, pointing at the neatly underlined part. “this part - you need to explain this a little more. you might have context, but the readers probably don't.”

“hmm.” you muse over his suggestion, then pick your pen up to make a few quick edits. “thanks, ‘kaashi.” you look up from the document, the tip of your pen pressed to your bottom lip. “what did you think about this part, then?”

he looks down at where you're pointing, and his dark messy locks fall into his eyes. as he runs a slender hand through his hair, you can't help but admire his side profile. a slight blush creeps over your cheeks when you realise what you're doing.

things between the two of you have been changing lately. somehow or other, your chair is now on his side of the table when you come into the office, with a mug of freshly-brewed tea ready for you. so it's easier to discuss edits, you distinctly remember akaashi saying. no sense in sitting across from me when we're working on this together.

and honestly? you think you might just like it. but he is your coworker, first and foremost, and you need to keep things professional. 

no harm in teasing him a little every now and then, though.

“it's good,” he says appreciatively, eyes still locked to the page. “you've not only developed your deuteragonist's perspective, but that of other characters as well. it adds a lot of depth.”

“what can i say?” you turn in your seat to face him, purposefully crossing one leg over the other. the fabric of your short skirt shifts in your lap as you do so, riding up on your thighs. “you do give the best advice.”

you see akaashi’s eyes dart downwards quickly as he lifts his head, then flick back up to you. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. 

“don't mention it,” he says thickly.

oh. 

just then you hear his stomach grumble, and you decide to take a leap of faith. 

“i was thinking we could have lunch together today, my treat,” you offer. “you've been working your ass off lately. you don't even go on your lunch breaks some days, don't think i haven't noticed.”

he waves a hand in front of his face, embarrassed. “thank you, but there's no need. i wouldn't want to inconvenience you-”

“let me,” you insist. “just so you know, i won't stop until you give in, okay?”

akaashi huffs and rolls his eyes, a small smile creeping over his face. “fine,” he relents in mock helplessness, though you hear the gratitude in his voice. “i'll bring you to my favorite spot.”

it's only when the two of you have taken your first steps outside the office building, and you feel the cold winter breeze nipping at the skin of your palms, that you realise you've left your gloves in akaashi's office. “damn,” you mutter, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

you feel his eyes on you just then, and look over to see him pulling his own gloves off his slender hands. wordlessly, he presses them into your palm. his hand is warm and slightly rough where your bare skin brushes against his, and you gape up at him. he's blushing madly, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but right at you.

“thank you.” the words come out a tentative whisper from between your lips. your hand feels like it's on fire where he touched you, and you quickly pull on the gloves. they're much too big on you - his hands really are big, huh - but so, so warm.

you make the rest of the walk in relative silence and stop right outside this cozy-looking onigiri place, where the man behind the counter works impossibly fast to prepare customers’ orders. akaashi waves at him, then excuses himself to go to the bathroom, asking you to join the queue first. 

the line is getting shorter by the minute, and you suddenly realize with horror that akaashi hasn't even told you his order. as the old lady in front of you picks up her takeaway bag and walks away on slightly shaky legs, the man at the counter flashes you a dimpled smile, beckoning you forward. he looks strangely familiar.

“welcome ta onigiri miya, what can i get for ya t’day?”

“i've never been here before,” you find yourself admitting to the dark-haired young man, whose name tag displays the kanji for ‘miya osamu’. he must own this place, then. “what would you recommend?”

he leans forward against the counter, adjusting his cap where it sits on his head. “you should get the tuna mayo and the salmon mentaiko. they're popular among my customers.”

you smile. “sure, i’ll get that.” 

“i'll hook ya up with keiji's usual, too,” the owner calls out as he turns to the ingredients on the counter behind him. “ya his new girlfriend or what?”

“uh…” blood rushes to your cheeks at what he's saying. “no, i work with him. he's my editor.”

osamu shoots you a sideways smile. “sorry, m'bad,” he says. “you look good together, though, so i just assumed.”

you think your heart might've just stopped beating.

akaashi seems to appear right by your side, saying a cheery hello to osamu. you tense up slightly as his elbow knocks against yours, your mind empty of all thoughts as your face tingles, and it's not from the biting cold of the wind. osamu fixes you with a knowing, devious look, and you squirm. 

“here ya go, wait a minute and i'll be right out t’join ya.” he sets a tray of food on the counter, which akaashi brings over to one of the tables out on the sidewalk. you trail along behind him. 

“how do you know him?” you ask the editor.

“he's atsumu miya’s twin brother,” he responds as the two of you watch the man in question walk towards you, carrying a tray of his own. “played each other a few times in high school.”

osamu sits down with you, and you find yourself watching on as akaashi says a quiet ‘itadakimasu’ and digs in, seeming satisfied. “go on, take a bite,” osamu prompts, observing you intently.

rather tentatively, you unwrap the packaging on the rice ball and take a bite. immediately, you're greeted with a myriad of flavours. the tuna with the creaminess of the mayo, plus the crunch of fresh green onions is heaven on your tongue.

you swallow, a smile on your face. “it's really good,” you tell him.

osamu beams. “ya should bring yer friend here more often, keiji-kun. i'll even give you a special couples’ discount-” “thank you for your kind offer,” akaashi cuts him off, and you don't know how to feel about that.

“got another offer for ya, i’ve got two tickets to the ejp vs. falcons game on saturday morning.”

akaashi’s ears seem to perk up immediately. “really?”

osamu smiles the same devious smile as before. “yeah, but i don't think i can go, i can't seem to clear my calendar.” 

your editor narrows his eyes in suspicion. “how much do you want for them?”

“bring yer cute friend here along and you get them completely free of charge.” his kansai drawl practically drips with teasing playfulness.

sighing heavily, akaashi turns to you. “well,” he says more to himself than to you, looking down into his lap. “this looks bad now, doesn't it?”

your face burns. “it's fine, i get it-”

“i… i'd still like to take you, though. i really would.” he meets your eyes almost bashfully, and you're surprised to see your usually stoic editor blushing like a timid middle-schooler. “will you go to the game with me?”

“y-yeah, that… that sounds great,” you stammer. “i'll meet you there, i guess.” 

you have a date now, it seems; this isn’t quite the landing you were expecting from that leap of faith.

but you'll take it.

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author's notes:

realised i don't have to care how long chapters are if it has to be 1.3k i won't force it to be 1.2k

i need to rush back over to molto vivace now (i might have set up the next chapter to come out on tsukki's birthday on the 27th)

technically the definition of apricity doesn't really match up with the events of the chapter but! akaashi’s kind of like the winter sun warming yn up (can you tell i just pulled that out of my ass)

i jump at any chance i get to put suna in a story frfr IM SO PUMPED FOR THE MATCH!!

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[that-one-random-writer]

Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 1

Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ eventually Words: 1,838 no use of Y/N I'm doing a lot of research into the navy. If I'm wrong about something, I deeply apologize. I'm not in the navy, I do know some military things not all.

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There was a big party at a navy officers house. He had invited everyone to come drink and be merry for his thirty year old birthday. He had invited a lot of people. There were huge groups of pilots, WSOs, NFOs, this man had a crowd all supplying and sharing each other booze.

You were standing in the kitchen. There were white cabinets, foliage, and baskets made of wood holding different treats on the marble countertop. You looked around, acknowledging that the birthday boy either really loves interior design or most definitely had a wife. You held conversations with your coworkers about the house and work, meeting new WSOs and pilots. You smiled as a new one introduced himself.

"I'm Omaha," you shake his hand, returning the introduction with your name.

The living room was open concept. Just across the hard wood floors covered by other party goers, hangman spoke to Rooster on the couch. "I told you to get off your perch. Now look Omaha is going in for the kill. You've been staring at the poor girl for twenty minutes." Rooster looked back at hangman who had a girl by his side. "You have to go up to her to get her number." Hangman added. Rooster looked back at you watching Omahas encounter with you. It seemed you were letting him down easy. Rooster held his head in his hands.

Hangman stood up. "Alright, I've had enough of this..." He trailed. The girl following behind him.

Rooster knew what he was doing. "Hangman..." He trailed.

Hangman called over his shoulder. "You said I could be your wingman anytime."

Rooster called back. "I meant in the air."

Hangman chuckled. "Not a chance you'll be my wingman up there. Down here, though. I'm your guy. Look, I've even got you a weapons system operator. She knows exactly what works picking up girls, dont you." The girl nodded, giggling. He stepped away with his girl on his hip. Rooster watched but looked nervously on his phone once hangman appeared in your conversation.

You stood talking casually to one pilot when another appeared next to him. "Omaha... do you mind if I speak with the lady?" This pilot had a woman by his side. You felt comfortable having another woman around. There were far fewer females within the navy. His voice spoke over the music playing. "I'm hangman. This is Tinsley." You introduced yourself, giving them your name. Hangman smiled.

"It's nice to meet you." He repeated your name back. "Look, I have a friend. He's a little shy. I was wondering if I could give you his number?" You smiled lightly about to shoot him down.

Tinsley read your expression. "Let me show you what he looks like." Tinsley pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Rooster from the teams beach adventures. "He's really funny. He wears these Hawaiian shirts. He's a sweetheart. He's not really shy. He just couldn't find an opening to come talk to you. We thought we would help him out. You look gorgeous. I love your outfit. "

You saw the pictures and had a different view of his personality from the insecure man hangman sold him as. Your expression gave off a different vibe to Tinsley than it did before. "Thank you. I like yours too." You complemented her outfit back.

She scrolled a couple more over. "He's got a nice body, too. We can give you his number and you can think about it. No pressure."

You nodded. "Alright. I like a funny guy."

Hangman gave you the number and walked back towards Rooster. "Alright, loser, it's done. She's got your number. I've got a night ahead of me." He glanced back at Tinsley. "I'm taking off. Don't forget we have some training to do tomorrow."

Rooster looked back up at you. You had walked out of the kitchen somewhere he didn't see. He eventually called it a night himself.

The sun had risen once again. Rooster rolled over, checking his phone. A text had appeared. Pheonix had been the messager. He responded and got out of bed. He took a quick shower and got dressed in his flight suit. He checked his phone once again, hoping you had texted him, but once again, Pheonix had been the only name that popped up. He walked out of his room and traveled down the barrack hallway. He made sure his key card was in his pocket as he closed the door.

Training began. They were studying maneuvers. "So..." hangman trailed. As they got up for a break.

"Nothing." Rooster shook his head at hangman.

"Don't worry. She seemed into it. Give her some time. Maybe she stays on a perch, too." Hangman shook his head, poking fun at Rooster's expense. They continued training after the break ended.

Rooster made his way back to his room and sat down in front of the T.V. Training was over for the day. The sun was still in the sky. It was five o' clock. He grabbed his phone. He checked the notifications just one last time. He saw a number with a simple message.

'Hey, are you the guy from the party?'

You had been training yourself. You are a naval flight officer. You were watching radars and listening to the comms that day. You hadn't texted him throughout the day. You were focused on getting the training done. You sat on your couch after getting back to your room. You kept thinking you were forgetting something. You looked down as your phone vibrated. You messaged your roommate back about needing some laundry detergent, and then it dawned on you. You flipped through the contacts and hit the phone number. You decided on something simple.

You got an answer fairly quickly. You both continued the ping-pong texts.

'I'm the guy. My name is Bradley, callsign Rooster.'

You texted your name introducing yourself. 'I heard you on the comms today. I'm an NFO.'

Rooster tensed, nerves hitting at the thought you were actually talking to him and so close during work.

'That's not fair. I don't know what your voice sounds like.'

You smiled.

'We can change that tomorrow after work.'

You hit send, and butterflies fluttered all around your belly.

Bradley read the message twice, then a third time. Then, he responded.

'Yeah, that sounds good. What did you have in mind?'

You thought for a minute.

'What about dinner at the Italian place on Main St.'

The corner of his eyes crinkled from the smile he had.

'That sounds good. I'll see you then. Im changing out of uniform before we get there.'

You jumped up and over the couch. You ran straight to your closet. You sifted through the clothes. You tried on one, then another, then another. You finally landed on something simple yet eye-catching.

You folded the outfit into a bag and put it next to the door for tomorrow.

Bradley replied 'Ill change too. I'll see you tomorrow',

He got up, calmly walk over to his closet. He chose his favorite hawaiian shirt, it was a bit of a good luck charm, a white undershirt and a pair of light wash jeans.

He sat back down and leaned his head back, wonder what tomorrow would be like.

The next work day went by fast. You had gone to the locker room and got changed into your datewear. You walked out to your car and drove to the Italian restaurant. You both made a time clear during the work day through text. You got a call from your roommate. She needed your keycard. She forgot hers in the room and was locked out. You huffed in defeat and drove back to the barracks. It was a fifteen minute drive there. You gave her the key card and got her inside. She couldn't find her key card inside. You both spent another ten minutes trying to find it. You started to text Bradley to explain why it would take you a little bit to get there, but she had interrupted you, saying she left it at work. You never pressed send on the message. You shook your head and told her you'd drop her off but then had to go.

You both were supposed to meet at five thirty. It was five fifteen when Bradley arrived. He walked in, and the waitress led him to a table. It was now six o'clock. He scrolled through social media as time passed. He had already given up the thought you would be coming, so he ordered and had one too many glasses of whiskey. The clock hands were going fast, but Bradley's whiskey was going down faster.

You finally made your way in and sat in front of him. "Hey, sorry I'm late. I had something really important to get done."

He smiled drunkenly. "It must have been important."

"It was, I'm sorry. I like your shirt." You complemented his hawaiian shirt. He was a very handsome man. The pictures didn't do him justice compared to what he looked like in person.

"It can come off if you'd like." He smirked the smell of whiskey coming off his words.

"Um, no, I would rather it stay on for the first date. I'm not that kind of girl." As much as you wanted to see his body in person, you didn't just want a one night stand with an obviously drunk man.

He smiled. "Okay, I can respect that. How was your day..." He trails off like he can't remember your name. You tell him your name again and respond. "It was one hell of a day. It was fine until my roommate..." "Let me buy you a drink." He interrupted. "No, thank you. I don't drink to feel better, I drink to feel even better. Now, it doesn't seem like the time." You didn't want to put yourself in a bad situation, not knowing a guy, and both of you would be drunk off your ass. He watched as people passed, seeming to be lost in thought, not paying any mind to you for at least three minutes. "Alright, I'm going to go. This isn't for me." You spoke calmly.

He rolled his eyes. "You just got here."

You scoffed. "Bradley you're drunk, and I'm not into that kind of thing."

He sat up. "You were late!" He raised his voice.

You stood up. "So you decided to get..." You were raising your voice back. You cut off before you finish your sentence. You continued in a calm voice. "You know what I'm going to go, and I'm just... I'm going to go." You couldn't find anything more to say. You walked off back to your car. He didn't follow you. You sighed in relief as you sat in the car. You called your roommate. She picked up. "Thanks for forgetting your key that was a nightmare." She chuckled at your failed efforts. "So, no second date?" You groaned. "Absolutely not. He was drunk and yelled at me. I can't stand him. He was yuck!"

You got home and settled in for the night. You got a call at about nine. "Yes, sir. I understand, sir." The call was quick. Your roommate gave you a look. Your head fell. "I got my orders. Deployment for six months. I have to pack. I leave tomorrow at noon."

You entered the new bunk you would be living in for the next six months. You unpacked everything into your locker.

You were expected to be in formation on deck in ten minutes. Once you got done unpacking, you opened the door to make your way to the deck. You saw a tall figure in front of the door opposite of yours. You followed up the figure to find none other than Bradley 'Rooster'. "It's going to be a long six months." You spoke out loud with a scowl. "Yup." He matched your angry tone and followed behind you to the deck.

Chapter 2

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Babysitting

(A Spencer Reid x Fem!OC Fic)

Pairing: Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Adri Carmichael (my CM OC)

Summary: Spencer is charged with babysitting the LaMontagne boys as well as little Addie Carmichael-Reid while the BAU Ladies have a night out

Genre: Fluff, Dad!Spence Brainrot

Warnings: Toothrotting fluff, Dad!Spence (need I say more?)

A/N: This is something I finished writing solely for my Discord friend, Ozzie. But also because I love writing Spencer's interactions with my OC after they have their daughter. Also, I'm not gonna bother switching this out of diary-entry style, so have fun with that. Also also, Henry is like 8, Michael is 6 months old, Addie is 2 months old, and my faceclaim for Adri is Amanda Seyfried. Just throwing that out there

Word Count: 1467

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Status Report:

I just witnessed the cutest thing in the world. I was out with Tara, JJ, and Penelope for a ladies night, and Spencer volunteered to watch all three kiddos (Henry, Michael, and Addie) for the evening because Will was planning on going out with some of his old coworkers at the police station and was concerned about finding a sitter so last minute. Spencer brought me and Addie over to JJ and Will’s because he insisted it would be easier to bring Addie there instead of bringing the boys to our place, and I went upstairs to get ready with the ladies. At the same time, Will gave Spencer the rundown on what the boys needed to get done while we were out. I found everyone in JJ and Will’s master bathroom, and we started getting ready. Tara said, “Are we sure Reid can handle three kids all at once?”, while putting on mascara, so JJ replied, “Well, he did a pretty good job with Henry last time we went out for a ladies' night,” while curling her hair, and both Penelope and I let out joking shudders because all of us got AWFUL hangovers from that night, and Spencer still hasn’t let us forget that we didn’t come back until after sunrise when we said we’d only be gone a couple hours. It also didn’t help that the next morning we had to go support Hotch at his triathlon and all of us were MISERABLE from how bright it was and from all the cheering.

Once we were all ready, we went back downstairs to find Spencer already doing a kid’s puzzle with Henry while bouncing Michael and Addie on his knees. I melted at the sweetness of the scene, then went over to kiss him on the lips before I said, “We shouldn’t be out any later than midnight. I’m the designated driver and JJ isn’t drinking, so we’ll make sure we don’t leave you hanging all night,” which earned a pointed look and a, “Thank god,” from him. I giggled, then squatted down and said, “You’ll be good for Daddy, right?”, to Addie, who flapped her little arms and babbled happily at me. I smiled and said, “Good,” before kissing her nose with a comically exaggerated “Mwah!” sound to make her laugh, then standing up and calling, “Let’s go, Ladies! Party time waits for no one!”, the girls following me out the door while extending their thank you’s to Spencer, who just held up a hand and told us to have fun. And fun, we had. I honestly can’t remember the last time I got to hang out with my best gal pals outside of work like that. We obviously didn’t get up to the same level of debauchery as last time since JJ and I stayed sober the whole night to keep the other ladies on track (still being breastfeeders meant no alcohol for us), but we still had a good time.

Tara and Penelope were giggling messes the whole way back to JJ and Will’s due to the large but still reasonable amount of alcohol they consumed, and we pulled into the driveway at about a quarter after 11. Tara and Penelope were staying the night in the guest bedroom, so they quietly dragged their inebriated butts upstairs while JJ and I followed behind them with lovingly exasperated looks on our faces. The tv was still on and playing what I think was a Spider-Man cartoon, and when I saw a familiar mop of unruly hair poking over the back of the couch, I put out a hand to stop JJ from walking and pointed. She nodded, then the two of us tiptoed around to the front of the couch and proceeded to melt, because Spencer was fast asleep on the couch with Henry snuggled into his side and both Michael and Addie knocked out on his chest. Both of us whipped out our phones and took several pictures (making sure the flash wasn’t on so we wouldn’t wake them up), then I went over and kissed Spencer’s forehead before whispering, “Honey, we’re back,” which made his nose scrunch before he opened his eyes while mumbling, “Mmm, what time is it?”

I smiled and said, “20 after 11. Tara and Penny are staying the night, so I was gonna help JJ bring the boys up to bed before I bring you guys home,” so he said, “No, you go put Addie in the car, I’ll help JJ and pack up Addie’s stuff,” while gesturing for me to grab our daughter off of his chest. I did so, then he very carefully handed Michael to JJ before he scooped Henry up and nodded for JJ to go in front of him. He whispered, “I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”, so I whispered back, “Okay,” he smiled, then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before following JJ upstairs to the boys’ rooms. I shook my head fondly as I watched him go, then strapped Addie into her car seat and brought her out to the car, her not stirring even a little bit the whole time (if there’s one thing she inherited from me, it’s my ability to sleep like the dead in any circumstance). I started up the car (double-checking that the radio was off first), and then Spencer made his way out and plunked into the passenger seat. I giggled, and he let out an only slightly melodramatic sigh before saying, “Thank you for not being out until sunrise again,” so I replied, “You’re welcome. Thank you for taking care of the Three Stooges all night,” which made him wave a hand and say, “Anything for my favorite ladies. Now let’s go home,” causing me to roll my eyes lovingly before saying, “As you wish, My Love,” and pulling out of the driveway.

We made it back to the apartment, and Spencer got out of the car to grab Addie’s car seat while insisting I go ahead and get ready for bed since he was already in a hoodie and sweatpants. I gave in, then as I was taking my makeup off in our bathroom after changing into some pajamas, I heard Addie babbling nonsensically and Spencer talking indistinctly. I went back into our bedroom to find him walking around with a swaddled-up Addie in his arms, and every time she let out a coo or a squeak, he’d say something like, “Really? I never knew that,” or, “Wow, Precious, that’s incredible!”, which made my heart practically turn to mush and a dopey, love-sick smile spread across my face. Spencer turned around to see me standing there, and his smile got even bigger before he teased, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” which made me scoff and say, “Photographic memory, Wise Guy. Don’t need to,” earning an eye roll from my partner.

I walked over to him, then said, “You get in bed, I’ll put her back to sleep,” and when he said, “You sure, Adri?”, I said, “Yes, Love, now give me my Little Lady,” while holding out my hands expectantly. He chuckled, then handed me Addie before kissing my forehead, crawling into bed, and grabbing the book he was rereading for the eighth time. I said, “Okay, Baby Genius, time for your bedtime song,” while adjusting Addie’s blanket, and Addie reached up to grab at my finger as I started to sing, “Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright. You look happy to meet me,” Addie cooing at me while I rocked her back and forth. She fell asleep after two choruses, so I very carefully slid her into her crib and tucked her in before whispering, “Sweet Dreams, Miss Adeline,” and climbing into bed beside Spencer, who was looking at me with more love in his eyes than the day we finally told the team we were together.

He whispered, “You’re incredible, Adri. You know that, right?”, so I replied, “You tell me every day, My Love. I know. You’re pretty fantastic, too,” before leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled against my mouth, then when I pulled away, he quirked an eyebrow at me and said, “Bedtime?”, which made me let out a tiny snort and confirm, “Bedtime,” making another smile spread across his face. He turned the lamp on his bedside table off, and I snuggled against his chest while letting out a content sigh. I felt his lips press against the top of my head and I heard him whisper, “I adore you, Adrienne Carmichael,” so I whispered back, “I adore you too, Spencer Reid,” before letting the sweet caress of sleep overtake me. That’ll be all for now. Talk soon!

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 7

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"Excuse me, can you help me with... Daniela?"

"Mason?" I say, the books on my arms almost falling to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I work here. I thought I had told you about it."

"Yes, you did. But you didn’t say where exactly."

"Oh, so my sister didn’t tell you about it when she also told you about our holidays?"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Whatever" I say. After confessing all my feelings for Mason and crying my eyes out, Monica also confessed that she had told him about Portugal and the restaurant, that she had convinced him to take his family there. Us bumping into each other, hadn't been a coincidence. She had planned it all, and look how it ended.

"I promise this has been just a coincidence. I was doing a Nike event at their shop, and my agent told me there was a bookshop close by."

"So that's why all those teenage girls were queueing when I arrived earlier. They were there for you."

"Yeah" he smiles, that dimple of his showing and making me feel something on my stomach. Something I hadn't felt for the past six months. But no. That's not it. I’m over him and this is just that I am hungry. I didn't eat much for breakfast, and that's what I'm feeling. Nothing else. "So, can you help me find some books or not?"

"I guess I can" I sigh, putting the ones I was holding back where they belong. "What do you need?"

"Something for my nephew and my nieces. They are all coming over for Christmas."

"How old were they? I know you told me but I can’t remember."

"Six, five and four."

"What do they like?"

"The three of them are obsessed with dinosaurs for some reason. Anything Disney too. And they love painting, they could be entertained with that for hours."

"Ok, follow me."

"How long have you been working here?" Mason asks while we move through the shop.

"A couple of years."

"And do you like it?"

"I do, yes. I've always loved books, and for years I said I wanted to open my own bookshop with maybe a coffee shop and some cats."

"You never mentioned it when we talked. Only that you loved cats" he chuckles.

"I am a cat lady, yes. Is there a problem with that?" I say, giving him a book.

"No, not all. It actually fits you. Liking cats, I mean. You are like them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... They look all soft on the outside but can bite, and you are the opposite. You look like you can bite, but are a softie on the inside. And then you also have some issues trusting people when you first meet them, but if someone manages to get through all that and earn your trust, you happen to be the loveliest person. There will be moments when you will pull out your claws to defend yourself because that's just who you are, but when you love someone, you do it unconditionally."

"That's... That's..." That's true. That's me. He's gotten it right. How can he know me so well?

"Lost your words? Maybe because I'm right?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"No, I have not lost them. And no, you aren't right."

"The colour of your face says otherwise."

"Do you want me to call one of my coworkers to help you with this? I think there is a girl who happens to like you, God knows why."

"There is no need, I'll behave."

"You better" I say, putting two more books on his arms.

"More?" he asks.

"Oh, c'mon Mount. They are for your family and you have the money to pay for them. Better waste it on this that on whatever you are wearing right now."

"Oh, I had missed hearing you say that you hate my clothes" he laughs.

"Your girlfriend doesn't do it?"

"She doesn't" he says, his smile disappearing from his face.

"Well, it was expected. She's dating you, you have to be blind to do it."

"Yeah" he murmurs.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. More books?"

"More books" I say, moving to another bookcase, but still thinking about how his face changed when I mentioned his girlfriend.

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"They are gonna love them. Thank you very much, Daniela."

"Just doing my job" I say while I finish wrapping the last book.

"How is your family doing? I haven't asked."

"Good, good. Same as always. Though I think Lola has a new crush."

"She doesn't like me anymore?"

"She still does, but I think she currently likes your bff a lot more. And I don't blame her, he's hot."

"My bff? Do you mean Dec?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. The betrayal. From both of you."

"Sorry" I shrug. "But can I... Can I ask you a favour?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You... Are asking me... A favour? It's a Christmas miracle!" he laughs.

"Shut up, Mount. It's for Lola, not me."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"I've been looking for tickets for your Boxing Day game everywhere because it is against West Ham, but they are expensive as hell. Could you..."

"Get you some?" he asks with a stupid grin.

"Yes."

"I can. But on one condition."

"What" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You have to come to the game. Maybe wear my shirt if you still have it."

"I still have it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's somewhere at the back of my wardrobe, but I still have it."

"Great. Then you have to come to the game and wear it."

"Is it necessary?"

"It is. Do we have a deal?" he says, offering me his hand.

"I guess we do" I say, shaking it and feeling goosebumps all over my arm. But I'm getting goosebumps because I'm cold. Someone opened the door, and this reaction is because the cold came in. Nothing else.

"I'll text you when I get them."

"You still have my number?" I ask. "I thought that after what happened at the restaurant..."

"I tried do delete it more than once, but... I don't know" he shrugs. "I just couldn't do it. What about you?"

"Uh?"

"Do you still have my number."

"I do" I confess. I've also tried to delete it a few times, but I haven't been able to. There was something stopping me.

"Mason, it's time to go" a man says behind him.

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much for your help, I'll keep you updated about the tickets."

"Thank you" I say.

"Merry Christmas, Daniela."

"Merry Christmas, Mason."

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Chapter 9 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

Lily loml🌻

Bro

The triplets 1st podcast is today

I’m so excited

It seemed awesome already from the trailer last week

I knooow

Kinda mad if it's every monday bc it’s my closing day

Sucks to be you

I love my day off even more now💃🏻💃🏻

Jk i’ll wait for you to watch it tonight like you do for the other vids

Thanks bestie😞

<33

Also the fact they’re gonna have guests is really cool

I really can’t wait to watch the first one

I know they probs have a few episodes recorded

But i hope it won’t be too much work for them now

Ye

3 vids a week

Esp nick who has to edit

Nick our king >>

Fact

Btw i might be home a bit earlier bc the café is kinda dead rn

Just the old couple that comes weekly and they’re almost done

So you won't wait much for me to watch the podcast

Yayy

The one together for 50 years?

I love those old ladies, they’re so cute

Fr and they always leave a huge tip

We don’t deserve them😞

Anyways see you in an hour or so ig

See you soon🫶🏻

When Alex put her phone back in her pocket, the “old ladies” as described by Lily were getting ready to leave. When they reached the counter, they both gave the blonde a sweet smile as one of them pulled out a bill from her wallet.

“The chocolate cake was delicious as always, but did you guys change anything?” One of the ladies asked.

“Yeah Lily did!” Alex knew that her friend would be excited to know that someone had noticed. “She tried adding some chocolate shavings before putting the cake in the oven.”

“Now I’m going to have a hard time deciding which one I like most, but it was as good as the usual recipe. You'll tell her that it reminds me of how my mum would make it”.

Alex couldn’t help the smile growing on her face. The couple had never once been rude to her and her other coworkers when they would come. Lily was always glad when they would compliment her food and it helped improve her self-confidence as chocolate desserts were basically the only thing Lily had mastered. Alex was really happy that she would be able to pass on the message to her friend.

Alex was finally able to close the café after the happy couple left and because the day had been a slow one, she had had time to clean little by little so that she didn’t have much left to do now.

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When Alex arrived home, Lily was waiting for her on the couch. The TV was already set up on the Cut the Camera YouTube channel and some snacks were waiting for the two girls on the table. Alex told Lily to start the podcast as she would just be grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper in the fridge. As Lily did so and clicked on the video, the first out of many “Good morning Campers” from Nick Sturniolo could be heard in the house.

The podcast first started with Nick, Matt and Chris talking about looking alike, which is something that never bothered them much as they know that their viewers are easily able to differentiate them – even Lily could do it without problem by now.

As they then mentioned the fact that some pairs of best friends sometimes looked more alike than them, Lily and Alex exchanged a quick glance before laughing. Even though they had been friends since middle school, they had barely anything in common regarding their physical appearance.

The podcast kept dwelling on growing up as triplets, regarding the impact it could have on their friends but also the annoying comments they would always get from people. However, as they were mostly talking about the negative outcomes, they decided to start listing the positive aspects of growing up with two other people. Nick, Matt and Chris all agreed that being a triplet was the same as having built-in friends who were here for you at all times.

A couple of minutes later, Chris highlighted the support he always felt from his brothers and that the three of them being on the same page is something they all feel lucky about.

Then, as the topic of constant comparison was being tackled, Lily and Alex were quietly listening. The two girls felt very close to the triplets in the way that they were learning about their struggles. Them being so open about it was an opportunity to understand how the Life as Triplets was. What hit the hardest was the moment when Matt summarised the small conversation by explaining that no matter if it's about similarities or differences, people still find a way to compare them.

The podcast eventually finished on a more light-hearted tone as Nick, Matt and Chris were laughing about their high school experience when someone would meet one of them without knowing that they were a triplet. This would lead to them pretending to be one another just for a two seconds conversation in the hallways – and then at the end of the day, debriefing who came up to talk to each of them.

“I just loved it so much, oh my god!” Alex exclaimed as the video ended.

“Me too, like– I absolutely adore the Wednesday and Friday videos but this type of content is so refreshing I don't know”, Lily agreed with her friend. “I feel closer to them, make it make sense I guess”.

“I get you don’t worry, I know we’re gonna have another perspective of their lives and they’re gonna enjoy giving it to us as much as we’re gonna enjoy learning about it.”

“Exactly like…” Lily thought for a few seconds, “an inside point of view of not only the Sturniolo Triplets but simply Nick, Matt and Chris as people, just individuals. This is what they're trying to make people realise, they're not only triplets – even though that's a bit of their brand I guess – but they are also their own person.”

The two girls were just really excited to see more of this new project from the triplets, although Alex had to share some semi bad news:

“However, I have no idea if I’ll have the motivation to watch an hour of podcast every Monday when I come home from work”.

“Oh yeah, I understand”. Lily put a comforting hand on Alex’s shoulder while trying to find a solution. “Just pick a day and we’ll catch up at that time!”

“I mean, I might not even watch it weekly if I’m honest so– I won’t mind and it might actually be best that you watch them whenever you want like when they come out if that’s what you prefer and I’ll postpone my ‘watch podcast sessions’ until I have enough attention span to listen to them for a whole hour”, Alex explained.

“If that’s okay with you yeah I’m fine with that”, Lily let out a smile. “We’ll still have to discuss it obviously”.

“Of course”, Alex immediately agreed. “Lots of new info we’ll have to talk about!”

What they didn’t know yet is that watching the next podcasts on their own would finally enable Lily to choose her favourite triplet as she would realise that one of them might be a bit too relatable for her taste, and maybe a tiny bit too attractive on camera.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I'll Show You "Uptight" (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: Double update for y'all this week! The next chapter had me SWEATING so I hope it'll make y'all wanna touch some grass too lol -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Chapter Three 

It wasn’t hard for Bakugou to find what club you and the girls were at.

Damn Mina put everything online. They were at one of the hottest clubs in downtown Musutafu, known for playing reggaeton and dancehall that had the entire club moving as soon as Bakugou and the guys stepped through the double doors. The bodyguard standing at the doors outside didn’t ask for IDs, recognizing the faces of the pros…and because Bakugou slipped him a $100 tip.

See? He wasn’t that much of an asshole. 

The club was packed to capacity when he stepped in, bodies occupying the dance floor, the lounging areas situated on the side of the dance floor, and the upper balconies above the first floor. The lights flashed with the beat of the song playing, washing Bakugou in a golden light.

He already felt out of place, feeling tense, and awkward. At least he dressed the part–after arguing with Denki, he decided on some regular ripped jeans, sneakers, and a red V-neck that hugged his upper torso instead of the regular hoodie and sweats he initially wanted to wear. 

But he reminded himself he was here for a reason and he didn’t want to look like a slob or appear to be out of his element when he finally found you and got his hands on you…literally.

“So what now, genius?” Sero asked above the music. Kiri was already feeling the music, swaying his hips as he grabbed two full shots off of a tray a bottle girl walked around with, offering them to anyone who wanted them. 

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Denki hummed suggestively, eyeing a group of girls sitting a foot away from him, all laughs and mini skirts. 

Bakugou ignored his friends as he scoped you out, looking for a flash of that gorgeous skin and pretty smile. What he found wasn’t you but he knew you were close by when he spotted Jirou and Momo sitting at the bar staring dead at him.

“Wait,” he told his friends, already moving through the maze of the club to make it to his other set of friends. While Momo looked terrified to see him like he was the big bad wolf, Tsuyu didn’t look shocked to see him and Jirou was cool as a cucumber. 

“Where they at?” he grumbled immediately. 

Jirou popped a cherry from her cocktail in her mouth. “Hello to you, too.” Kiri gave each girl a squeeze while Denki wedged himself between their stools, wrapping an arm around each of them. “Ladies,” he purred. “Both looking lovely this evening. Especially you, boo.” 

“Here to harass us?” Jirou asked after pecking Denki’s cheek. Sero snickered, sitting down beside her. “Not you,” he replied. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Bakugou asked, not up for beating around the bush right now. Jirou shared a look with the girls and the guys who attempted to hide their smiles. “Dance floor,” she answered with a smirk. “But be gentle with her. She’s had some rounds.” 

‘Yeah, I bet,’ Bakugou thought, eyeing the empty cocktail glasses and a tray of discarded shots. He wondered how much you’ve had to drink and if you had been drinking water in between, but he made a mental note to ask you once he fucked you up.

With a determined stare shot toward the dance floor, he downed his own shot of tequila, tossed the glass aside, and he left his friends in search of you. 

“Be nice!” Kiri shouted after him, even when he never turned around. Once Bakugou was farther away to not hear, he turned to his friends with a grimace. “He ain’t gonna be nice.” 

Momo noted the way Bakugou stormed away, fists clenched and chest heaving. “Is he okay?” she asked nervously.

Kiri was more than happy to fill her and Jirou in, to which Momo got even more worried. “Um….should we stop him?” she worriedly asks. 

Jirou shook her head, smirking at Bakugou’s back. “Nah. I wanna see this unfold.” She turned to the fellas, offering them one of the tequila shots from the tray. “Shot?” 

“Please!” Denki chirped, gratefully taking the glass from her as the rest watched the dance floor, anticipating the drama that was soon to unfold like a soap opera. 

Meanwhile, Bakugou stood on the outskirts of the dance floor, ignoring anyone who recognized him, and gaped like he was a zoo animal. He wasn’t worried about these extras. He was worried about you. His eyes scanned the sea of moving bodies until he spotted Mina in her blue romper that made her pink skin pop and hugged her body. Uraraka was in front of her, back against Mina’s front, moving her hips in her yellow top and skinny jeans. 

And then, like a moth to a flame, his eyes were drawn to you. As soon as he saw you, his heart lurched and his pants got a bit tighter, captured by the way you moved in that damn dress that hugged your body the way he wanted to hug you.

His eyes went right to your waist, watching the seductive way you swung your hips and winded that ass. That damn ass. You must’ve loved dancehall. Bakugou has never been to a dancehall club before, but if it meant seeing you dance like this, he’d take you to every single one he could find…if you’d let him. 

Not to mention how your skin looked under the golden wash of the lights and how gorgeous you looked in braids. It had to be a crime to be this gorgeous. This sexy and alluring. Bakugou felt like a panting dog and he had to wipe the sweat on his hands off his jeans to avoid blowing the place up.

What the fuck was your problem? How dare you make him feel this way? 

Your words drifted back to him and he clenched his fists, more than prepared to make you eat them. But as soon as he caught sight of you, someone else did too. From behind you, as you obviously whined to the music, the stranger parted through the maze and loomed over you, all greedy eyes and pointed teeth directed at you. His girl. 

‘No,’ Bakugou thought to himself. ‘No, no, no, fuck naw!’ 

He then realized that it wasn’t him who was the dog. It was the motherfucker looking to get himself some of your ass.

And Bakugou decided that if this bitch was a dog, he was gonna be the motherfucking big bad wolf. 

[thevaudevillescene]

A lady at my VERY FIRST table today was apoplectic that we didn’t have tartar or cocktail sauce for her flounder francese, even after i tried to explain it’s a sautéed flounder, not fried (which she’d know if she’d actually read the description), and that we’re an Italian restaurant that doesn’t really have a need to stock those sauces. She told me she couldn’t stand to eat her meal, and that this was her FINAL STRAW. Her first and only prior straw was that I’d told her we don’t offer complimentary garlic rolls in the summer, and she’d said, “If I’m paying $35 i BETTER get a roll.” While she was ranting about our lack of sauce (“i just find it very hard to believe you don’t have ANY in the kitchen.”), her friend gently tried to say, “Francese is a nice kind of lemon sauce, are you thinking of fish and chips? That comes with tartar sauce.” Friend, i thank you for trying to come to my defense, but you have just worsened the situation because now we all have to hear, “I am NOT thinking of fish and chips. I order this dish ALL THE TIME in other restaurants and it ALWAYS comes with tartar sauce, or a cocktail sauce at the LEAST.”

My coworker was like, “what the fuck do you even do in that situation?” I said, “oh, one of my favorite wrestlers gives off huge bitchy customer vibes, so I cope by imagining he’s the one going off like this and it makes it all funny to me.” They, knowing me so well, nodded and said, “ohhh, your beautiful wife matt jackson?” I said, “The very same. I used to have a running joke for myself on Twitter where I’d just post a picture of him with stupid customer complaints.” They nodded again and said, “We all have our coping mechanisms.”

I came home, took half an edible, and looked up those old tweets, and now I want to actually use my Twitter again solely to continue this thread of whack ass shit customers say to me.

[fuck-customers]

This is a customer interaction and honestly because of the way I handled it it became funny but I had an older lady come into my job a few weeks ago and she was mad she couldn’t place an order online, she had been using the website and she wouldn’t really explain what was wrong but she just “couldn’t place the online order and use her online coupon”

So I was like “oh I’m sorry that totally sucks” and she was like well “what the hell am I supposed to do? If I buy it here can I use my coupon!?” And I’m like “no cuz the coupon you’re talking about is online only but the stuff you’re wanting is actually on sale and its cheaper buying it here than using the online coupon”

She got really upset and said she demanded to use her online coupon because thats what she wanted to use, regardless of the items being cheaper in store.

So I basically told her she would just have to call customer support and get them to walk her through fixing her online order, which she didn’t like.

She kept repeating “So there’s nothing you can do for me here!? So I just need to go home and delete my account with your store then! Because its fucking useless!”

Keep in mind this is like a 75 year old lady yelling cuss words in my busy store.

So I was like “Well if that’s what you wanna do, but I’ve given you the customer support number and I can’t do anything for you, if you wanna delete it go right ahead. But you need to stop screaming in the store we have other customers trying to shop.”

Once I told her that her whole face went from being like super pissed to realizing I wasn’t going to care about her weird whiny fit. She ended up apologizing and just buying what she was trying to buy online and then left, the whole rest of the interaction she was really polite.

But as soon as the door shut behind her my coworker, manager and most of the customers (which were all regulars and we see like every other day) all started laughing because she was just being so insane.