#jojo is half teasing half serious

[kaylatoonz]

Amy meets jojo

I like to think that if Amy were to meet Rachel she would be the only one who would actively try to make it up to Rachel for bringing so much chaos to her house. (Amy is a hopeless romantic so she would feel bad hearing that her wedding was crash by sonic). To make it up for her Amy offers to cook meals and clean the kitchen afterward. Rachel was a bit hesitant at first until she got a taste of Amy’s cooking and she has been sold ever since (they even trade recipes with each other).

Eventually it becomes the norm for Amy to visit Rachel’s family for dinner or lunch every so often with the visit becoming less transactional and more about sharing company. It also became common for Jojo to beg Rachel to adopt Amy right then and there. Although Amy’s company is 100 times more tolerable than the wachowski bros, Rachel is wary of the trouble that often follows these friendly extraterrestrials. Amy also seems to already have a home to go back to so there was no need to take such action(Amy lives off world with vanilla and cream).

So due to these reasons it’s alway a firm no whenever jojo pesters her about keeping Amy. After many debates with her mom, Jojo is almost ready to accept defeat until one of Sonic’s visits spark an idea. If Amy couldn’t join her family directly maybe she could join through other means.

Amy: hey sonic how you like my new chili dog recipe I add some new to the chili to give it a bit more of a kick I hope it wasn’t too spicy for ya

Sonic: (just finished his fourth plate of chili dogs) it was delicious as alway Ames and nothing too hot for this hedgehog keep it coming.

Amy: sure thing blue right after finishing clean up

Jojo: so sonic..

Sonic: yeah

Jojo: So when do you think you’ll put a ring on Miss Rose over there?

Sonic:(starts choking and coughing while flustered)

Amy: Sonic! Are you ok?! Was it too spicy?

[romanoffjohansson]

JOJO: Chapter Five - Fun and Games

summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?

chapter summary: the highs and lows of a second date, but all’s well that ends well

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader

word count: 3092

warnings: non-serious injury, guns, violence towards a stuffed animal, y/n is horny af, teasing

“3,”

“2,”

“1.”

As she removed her hands I was stunned, a loud gasp escaping my lips as a result. The sight filled me with a child-like glee. My eyeline was saturated by vibrant, neon flashing lights. The warm harmonious tones of the delicately painted sunset contrasted the cool ocean breeze against my skin. The distinctive roars of rollercoasters and purrs of crowds excited my senses, a concoction of sweet scents adding to my sensory intoxication. The landscape laid before me was truly a sight to behold. The funfair. Natasha was right. ‘If I have you figured out like I think I do, I reckon you’re going to enjoy yourself.’ She had me entirely figured out. This was perfect.

“What do you think?” Her voice interrupted my state of hypnosis as I stood, mouth agape, in silent awe of our location. My eyes finally moved to her face, noticing her questioning, almost shy, smile. Moving my gaze back to the fair before us, I finally broke my silence.

“I love it,” almost too quiet to be heard, “I love it.” I repeated after a pause, this time a little louder, too speechless to find any other words, all whilst turning to face her with a huge grin adorning my face.

“Yeah?” She looked at me affectionately, her hopeful smile inviting a glow to her entrancing features. Taking a couple steps forward, still mesmerised by the beauty of the funfair, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sea salt saturated air.

“Yeah.” I spoke smoothly, beginning to walk toward the pier on which the neon city was perched. Natasha ceased to follow, instead glued to the ground, her adoring gaze never leaving me as I walked away. Her actions didn’t go unnoticed so I span on my heels to face her. “Are you coming or are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass?”

“I was not! I was just-“ she cut herself off with a sigh and jogged toward me to catch up.

“Mm hmm… you were saying?” I taunted, smiling, receiving nothing but a smirk and an eye roll in response. As she reclaimed her place by my side, I skipped merrily toward our destination. I loved funfairs – the sights, the games, the lights, the food, the reminiscence.

“Hey,” Natasha spoke, grabbing my arm to halt my movements. My head whipped to her, confusion glazing my expression, but I was met with a caring smile which eased the sudden racing of my heart. Her right hand continued to hold my right forearm as she lifted my hand upward. Carefully, she slid her left hand into my raised one, her fingers tickling my palm on route, before clasping tightly. “I don’t need both hands free anymore.” Her forest eyes flickered between our intertwined hands and my eyes as I enclosed my hand around hers. I sent a soft smile her way, dropping our linked hands between us and continuing to make my way toward the funfair excitedly, Natasha laughing at my childishness and walking briskly as I dragged her along.

We waltzed through the illuminated entrance and headed to the ticket booth. In line we stood, hand in hand, chatting playfully until we reached the front of the queue.

“100 tokens please,” Natasha requested. My head shot to her in astonishment.

“That’ll be $50 please ma’am” the worker replied.

“You’re getting 100 for yourself? Are you planning on being here all night?”

“They’re for us both, stupid.” A smirk graced Natasha’s lips as her eyes met mine.

“Oh okay,” I dipped my head, feeling a little foolish, “I’ll Venmo you my half now.” I reached for my phone in my pocket but came to an abrupt stop as her warm, porcelain hand held my wrist.

“No, no, no, no, no. I invited you out, I’m paying.”

“But-“

“No buts, you paid for dinner on Sunday so tonight is on me.” I looked at her with objecting eyes, clearly not happy with the arrangement.

“I paid for Sunday because you saved my daughter so now we’re even.”

“Tough shit.” She handed a $50 bill to the boy and in return received our strips of token tickets. She was grinning playfully, pleased with her triumph in our argument. I rolled my eyes but thanked her as we strolled deeper into the playful abyss.

-

Hours passed by filled with laughter and fun as we explored every corner of the funfair. We rode almost every ride: Natasha had to force me onto the majority of the more daring ones, though she just called it ‘strong encouragement’. We played game after game as darkness settled across the sky: Natasha tried to hide her competitive side but ended up punching a giant stuffed bunny when she couldn’t hook a duck. I was dragging Natasha, still full of energy, as I tried to find a stall to spend our last few tokens. Straight ahead of us, I laid my eyes upon the prize.

“Nat look a mirror maze! I used to love those as a kid! LET’S GOOO!” I yelled, pulling her with me as I sped up from a skip to a run, dashing directly to the entrance. We handed over a couple of tokens and entered the mind-boggling room. Natasha went full-blown spy mode; I could see it in her eyes. She stood still as she analysed the room ahead of us, figuring out exactly the path she wanted to take. I, on the other hand, ran off giggling with my hands held out in front of me.

“Y/n be careful!” Nat laughed as she watched me almost walked into a pane of glass. I continued to bump into corners and walls but soon got the hang of it. Nat took a different path to me but I could still see her intermittently through the glass walls. She strutted through like this wasn’t impossibly confusing… of course she did. As I gained confidence I dropped my hands to my sides as I saw Nat approaching me.

“There you are!” I giggled as I jogged toward her. I was almost next to her when *THUD*. I ran headfirst into a pane of glass, falling onto my back on the cushioned floor, my butt breaking my fall.

“Y/N!” Nat ran from toward me, coming from behind me rather than where I was running to, confusing me to no end.

“Stupid mirrors”. I mumbled.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” She knelt next to me, one hand on my shoulder, the other meeting my cheek. I stared up at her, watching her features twist with worry, care, and subtle amusement. My own hand rose to the left side of my forehead, the spot that had taken the force of the wall.

“Ouchie.” I husked, giggling at myself for my stupidity. Nat giggled back, concern still flooding her expression. I started trying to get myself off the ground, heaving my body up with my hands.

“Woah woah, easy tiger.” She put both hands on my shoulders, pausing my movement. I looked into her emerald eyes, listening intently to her voice. “Just stay sat down for a minute, okay? I need to make sure you’re not concussed or hurt.”

“Nat seriously, I’m fine, let’s just get out of this vortex of confusion.” She giggled at my words, taking a moment to consider.

“Are you dizzy?”

“No.”

“Do you feel sick?”

“No.”

“Do you feel like you’re going to pass out?”

“Nope.” I popped the P with a smile.

“Okay… how many fingers am I holding up?” She lifted her hand, raising her pinkie, ring and middle fingers.

“3.”

“Good, how about now?” She flashed 4 fingers quickly before pulling them back down to a fist.

“4… I may be stupid enough to run into a wall but I’m not that stupid Natasha.”

“Alright, alright. Last one – how many?” She raised her middle finger at me, acting as though she was doing nothing wrong.

“Rude.” I spoke as I grabbed her hand, her pulling me off the floor like I weighed no more than a feather. She flashed a cheeky smirk which quickly transitioned into a genuine smile as I kept a hold of her hand. She gently led me out of the maze, continually asking if I was okay and reassuring me with sweet words. Despite almost knocking myself out, and Natasha now babying me due to the slight bump on my forehead, we still had a handful of tickets to spend.

“Right,” Natasha started, “since your idea of fun ended up with you concussed, I’m choosing the next game.” She grabbed my hand and began marching through the crowds, almost jogging due to the speed of her pace against mine.

“I’m not concussed!” I argued, but my words got lost in the exciting echo of our surroundings. Natasha stopped short - I bumped into her back before glancing up. We had arrived at a red game stand with the word ‘shoot’ written in bold, playful font. My eyes diverted to the smirking redhead, who seemed beyond thrilled with her choice as she handed over half of our remaining tokens.

“Three rounds. You’re up first princess.” Natasha’s hand found the base of my spine as she guided me forward toward the stand. Rows of little wooden ducks with targets on their side jolted into motion on the back wall of the stand whilst Natasha handed me the game gun that sat atop the counter. Natasha stood back with the stall vendor and admired as I attempted to befriend the faux weapon in my hands. The merry music of the game hypnotised me, squinting one eye as I focused on the chosen duck.

BANG

I look up. All ducks remain standing. I glance over at my accomplice leaning against the wall of the stall with a small, amused smile. Refocussing, I adjusted my stance and took my chances.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

All my remaining pellets flew from the barrel as fast as lightning. Eagerly, I looked up hoping to see my success. Instead, the smirk radiating from the redhead on my right grew as I saw not a single duck had fallen.

“Maybe I am concussed after all,” I said as I attempted to bargain my failure whilst Natasha watched jubilantly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” she took the apparatus from my hands as the ducks once again began to move. I stood back, admiring her frame and the way her focused face gave me shivers.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

All five shots fired consecutively with speed. I was intent on keeping the warmth in my stomach at bay as I watched her shoot, so intent that I failed to notice the ducks.

“And that’s how it’s done,” she waltzed over with pride as she spoke, provoking me to admire her success. All five shots successfully knocked down a little yellow duck. She smirked… jackass. The vendor looked on with shock, amazed at the skill shown by the woman before him. “Want another try?” I instantly grabbed the gun and stomped back into position. The smug little ducks started moving once again, the five that had fallen returning to their upright stance. I stood… I aimed… and I suddenly gasped as I felt a pair of hands on me. Natasha pressed her front to my back as she adjusted my position.

“Just raise this arm a little bit there, twist your hips a little this way… drop your shoulders, there you go.” Her tone of voice sent a blush across my face, suddenly thankful that she was stood behind me and unable to see my crimson cheeks. “Now try.” I pulled the trigger.

BANG.

I missed.

“For fucks sake, I just can’t do it.” I sulked, frowning further as Natasha laughed at me.

“Quit whining… try again.” She took her position behind me again, fixing my position and this time kept a hold of me as I went to shoot. Her hand slipped over mine, her finger pressing against mine that sat on the trigger.

BANG.

“I DID IT!” I smiled at the redhead, grateful for her help.

“Yeah you did, now try on your own you’ve got this.”

BANG. BANG.

“FUCK YEAH!” I accidentally yelled in Natasha’s face as I hit a duck, jumping up and down on the spot. She grimaced a little at my volume. I instantly calmed down and placed my hands on my mouth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m glad you’re happy.” Her smile lit up her eyes as she watched me.

“Ma’am, which prize would you like?” The vendor interrupted to speak to Natasha, pointing at the options above him. As I was watching her I felt vibrations against my hip, causing me to jump. I grabbed my phone from my pocket.

“Hi mama!” JoJo’s tiny voice danced through the phone.

“Hi sweetheart, are you having a good time?”

“Yeah we watched a movie and had chocolate ice cream!” Her babbling continued as she described her evening, my lips upturning at her genuinely happiness. ”What are you up to mama?”

“I’m at the funfair! I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“Oooooh! I wuv the funfair! Have fun mama, goodnight! See you tomorrow!”

“Goodnight baby girl.”

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I wuv you, gooooooooodnight!” A tap on my shoulder as I hung up the phone startled me, turning to find a smiling redhead.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Look what I got!” She swung her hands from behind her back to reveal a small, fluffy rhino plushie.

“He’s so cute! What are you going to name him?” I cupped the stuffed animals face as I basked in his adorability.

“Penisface.” She spoke with a deadly serious expression, and yet I was convinced she was joking as I burst out laughing. “Quit laughing! His little horn looks like a dick, hence Penisface.” She justified her choice, only making me laugh harder, her stern face faltering due to my howling.

“There’s no way you can call him that! You can’t give something so precious such a vulgar name.”

“Fine… how about Horny? Y’know, the rhino horn and all?” Her smirk grew continually as she wound me up.

“Natasha…” I warned.

“Firstly, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Nat, hm? Secondly, what name do you suggest then?” She raised a brow at me.

“Well, Nat, he looks like a Romeo to me.”

“Romeo? As in ‘Oh Romeo, Oh Romeo’ romantic Shakespeare Romeo?”

“Nooo, I meant Romeo as in sexy Italian man but whatever floats your boat Nat.” I argued, although I couldn’t deny the romance aspect of the name wasn’t accidental.

“I swear Rhinos are from Africa not Italy…”

“That’s not the point Natasha!” I rolled my eyes and smiled simultaneously, enjoying her teasing a little too much.

“Fine, Romeo it is.” I grinned at her, delicate strands of rouge floating over her face in the evening breeze. Natasha grabbed my wrist and began to rush through the waves of people, mirroring her earlier actions that led us to the shooting game.

“Where are we going?” I spoke, raising my voice a little to be heard over the murmur of the crowds.

“A trip to the funfair isn’t complete without food… plus, I’m starving! Winning is hungry work.” She turned and walked backwards as she spoke, her grip on my wrist slipping to my hand and her gaze met mine. We continued down the glowing pier until we found ourselves at a food stall. We browsed the menu, sharing light conversation and highlighting our favourite foods on offer. Natasha ordered for the both of us, handing over our final tickets as payment. Soon we were both cradling our chosen late night snacks, Nat choosing a corndog whilst I went for funnel cake.

“You want a bite?” Nat asked, her arm extending with the fried food in hand. I knew this was my time to tease like my life depended on it, pay back for the butterflies she set free in my stomach when she helped me shoot. I leaned forward, holding Nat’s olive gaze the entire time, and took a slow bite from the tip of the corndog. Her lips parted slightly and, whilst she otherwise disguised it well, it was clear my efforts had succeeded. A subtle smirk dressed her lips as I broke eye contact to swallow the bite. Brushing off her internal flustered state, she nodded her head to the side saying, “Come on.” We strolled through the fair, chatting and laughing endlessly until we reached the bandstand. Melodies flew from the musicians, joyous tunes filling the ears of all nearby. We stood together, eating and chatting for what felt like years. Natasha looked up at me as I spoke.

“Oh you have a little…” she pointed at her own lip and then mine.

“What is it?”

“Powdered sugar,” she giggled “here, let me-“ She placed her thumb on my lip, the knuckle of her pointer finger sitting under my chin to keep my head steady. Her thumb swiped in the same direction a few times, removing the evidence of my sweet indulgence from my face.

“Gone?” I asked, noticing how Natasha’s stare doesn’t waver from my pout.

“Yeah,” she spoke lowly, her husk more evident than before as she took a small step closer to me, “it’s gone.” Her hand stays firmly on my chin as she takes another step toward me, thumb pulling my bottom lip down a little. She glances up from my lips to my eyes, ensuring I was content with the situation, as I gazed up at her through my lashes. When her emerald eyes met my lust blown stare, she returned her view to my lips as she leaned in painfully slowly. The wait was worth it, however, the moment her lips touched mine. Soft and warm, our lips sat against each other for just a moment, but oh how I wished it would last forever. It felt… natural. Perfect. We pulled away hesitantly, her hand still firmly gripping my chin as we both smiled at each other like fools.

“I think you got it.” I joked, a playful grin on my face.

“Yeah, no, I was just making sure I got it all off…” We broke into giggles together as her hand fell from my chin to my palm, our hands interlocked as we strolled back towards her car. Whilst the air outside continued to cool, the warmth inside me refused to fade. I was happy.

[talesofsonicasura]

Hank with a Devil Hunter s/o: Status Quo

You think I'd be leaving out Hank's team, did you? I've been waiting to do this after the relationship finally solidified. 'Meet the parents'? Nah, 'Meet your boyfriend's team'. Also apparently Hank has an ex??? If so... hehehehe. Can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

It hadn't been long since you and Hank officially began dating. You always wore the bracelet he made for you and he kept his special blender Devil Arm 'Beezlebub' as part of his main arsenal. The Crossling's personality now came with an animalistic possessiveness.

Yeah, Hank became even more of a feral creechur to strangers. You had to stop him from growling at clients, unless said clients were flirting on you or being dickheads. Then it's fair game. Also any kisses from him were doggy kisses due to the metal jaw. Didn't stop any biting though.

Anyway, the two of you were currently at home. The Grunt assassin kneading your stomach like a cat again as JoJo's Bizarre Adventure played on the TV. It was peaceful until the sound of gunfire went off behind your house. Da fuck???

Hank and you ran out to see what the hell was going on to see an unbelievable sight. Grunts, a small army currently swarming three other grunts: one wearing a headset both with stone hands, one wearing tea shade glasses alongside a visible lip, and one wearing a face mask with what seems like a bolt in his head.

How the fuck did Deimos, Sanford and 2BDamned alongside A.A.H.W. members get to your world? A question that was put on hold as Hank's team needed some serious help. Everyone was thrown off guard when the two of you charged into the fray.

A good chunk of the A.A.H.W immediately ran away and even fainted upon seeing you, guess humans really did freak out Grunts. The still aggressive members were either shot down by a hail of bullets or torn apart by Beezlebub's vortex. You hunted down and tied up the rest.

From what Hank said, not all of A.A.H.W were members by choice as a large chunk had been forced to join. You would have to call Dante for help on the subject. First priority was Hank's team, Status Quo.

Apparently a lot happened on their side than just yours. Without Hank, the A.A.H.W had tore reality with the Improbability Drive even further to the point it was hanging by very fragile threads. That's how they alongside a good chunk of the enemy forces ended up here.

Other than Deimos getting revived and missions being harder without Hank, nothing much had change. Although all three of them were shocked that you and the assassin were dating. Deimos threw in a few dirty jokes only to get whacked on the head by you.

Didn't take long for Dante to show up with Vergil and Nero in tow. The captured Grunts were given the option to be put on probation under Devil May Cry's watch or help rebuild Redgrave and get granted citizenship there. It was a clean half n half.

Deimos, Sanford and 2BDamned however would live in your home as they decided to join Devil May Cry. You can guess part of it being a strategic advantage from 'Doc' as 2BDamned is often called. He's the type of person to do it from personal opinion.

Just lucky there were three spare bedrooms in your house and the trio definitely follow the rules to the letter. Didn't stop any normalcy in the house from disappearing altogether. Normal shenanigans to complete bullshit.

Doc somehow established a whole private network selling demon parts, information and such to hunters around the world in less than a week. Sanford got ahold of a bloody helicopter alongside turning your shed into a explosive storage. While Deimos set up a computer system that could hack fucking government satellites. What the absolute hell???!

They were more normal at Devil May Cry than at home. 2BDamned got along with Vergil and Trish the most. It was Nico and Dante for Deimos. While Sanford got along well with Lady and Nero.

Pretty sure you caught Deimos flirting with both Nico and Sanford. Definitely going to tease the hell outta her as payback for the date incident. She fired back that at least the Grunt Smoker could still kiss which earned a middle finger from Hank.

The teashade glasses wearing Grunt in question kicked Dante's diet of pizza n sundaes to the curb and made the group actual meals. You believe Sanford wanted to use the recipes he found from that cookbook in your kitchen. Doc took the job of doing finances and keeping the shop tidy.

As for the former A.A.H.W Grunts, they were fairing very well with their new lease on life. You found a bunch of Thank You cards alongside a few trinkets from them for the crew outside Devil May Cry. On occasion do you see the Grunts having a good time with the people in the city.

Despite the new but welcomed insanity, Hank's world needs to be dealt with soon. Nevada will be saved from this reality bending madness. For now, you would bask in the hold of your strange lover and not waste any second of this peace.

And that's it! I won't tell you how long I've been wanting to drop Hank's coworkers in this. Deimos has the same condition as our Failed Mag meaning he can turn his Dedmos form off n on. Man can't really smoke since his stone fingers would crush any cigarettes.

I imagine Deimos using those old fashioned wooden smoking pipes but it blows bubbles. Just because he can't smoke anymore doesn't mean he'll find an alternative. Also he definitely bond with someone like Nico. Smokers stick together.

There will be a later headcanon with the group delving into Nevada. You might be seeing more Madness Combat characters pop up too. As for Hank's Devil Arm Beelzebub, the name felt fitting. Beelzebub represents Gluttony and a blender won't stop shredding stuff unless it breaks.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the madness.

[jdidolau]

474. during weekend dance practice...

(quick note: 100-day celebrations are a big thing in korea, like celebrating 100 days after ur birth and such. apparently, 100 traditionally means maturity. so if a couple reached 100 days, its a sign that their relationship is getting more serious (some also celebrate 200th, 300th etc))

“Stop! Stop!” Dio barked out, stopping mid-step. He let out a frustrated sigh, resting a hand on his hip as he pinched the space between his brows. “Alright, let’s take five, Jojo.”

Jojo immediately dropped himself onto the hardwood floor, slumping forward to hang his head between his knees as he caught his breath. “Sorry, Dio...”

Dio glanced over his boyfriend’s form, and sighed. “It’s fine.”

He grabbed his water bottle and face towel, then plopped himself beside the brunet. After taking a few gulps of water and wiping off his sweat, he turned towards Jojo, tugging at his arm. Jojo lifted his head, an inquisitive look on his face. Dio gave him a kiss, short and sweet.

Jojo let out a small laugh, a light flush blooming on his cheeks at the sudden affection. “What was that for?”

“Comfort and reassurance,” Dio said, and kissed him again.

Jojo grinned. “Well, it’s definitely working.” This time, Jojo lifted his hand, brushing his thumb against Dio’s cheek before tangling his fingers in his hair and leaning forward to kiss him, sucking on Dio’s lower lip. Dio hummed, pleased.

They kissed for a few moments longer, before Dio pulled away. At some point, his fingers had hooked onto Jojo’s collar. He moved his hand across Jojo’s collarbone, then up along the side of Jojo’s neck, just wanting to touch.

“Hey, Jojo...” he whispered, glancing up through his eyelashes, and licked his lips. “It’s Valentine’s Day today.”

Jojo blinked. “Oh. Is it?”

“Yes. And... tomorrow is our 100-day anniversary.”

“You remembered?” Jojo teased, half-joking, but his grin was bright and warm.

Dio rolled his eyes. “Of course, idiot. Anyway, I was thinking...” he trailed his hand back down Jojo’s neck, dipping his fingers just underneath the collar of his shirt to caress the tanned skin of his chest, “...that we could do something tonight, after practice. I could cook us something... maybe even bake you some chocolate-flavored monstrosity.”

Jojo’s grin got even brighter, his blue eyes soft and fond. He took Dio’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips, pressing little kisses on the tips of Dio’s fingers. “I’d like that. I always love your food.”

Dio snorted. “Oh, so you’re only after my culinary skills, is that it?”

Jojo laughed, and tugged him closer. “Well, it’s definitely a huge bonus~”

They leaned in together and kissed for a while longer.

Then, Dio pulled away and stood, extending a hand towards his boyfriend. “Now get up. We have choreo to practice.”

Jojo laughed and took Dio’s hand, the blond tugging him to his feet, before they resumed their practice session.

[heliads]

A Glance Across the Street

Based on this request: “a race oneshot where he realized he’s in love with the reader. she’s doing something (singing, playing with kids, whatever) and he’s awestruck and the boys are teasing him after”

masterlist

Race is mid-conversation with his friends, mid-way through his bag of papers still left unsold. He should be focusing on talking to Albert and Jojo, and he should definitely be trying to get the last few of his papes sold before the night grows too old and he’s out of customers to swindle. He knows all of this, yet his gaze keeps slipping from his fellow newsies or passing bankers to rest on one girl down the block.

Y/N is selling papes too, her grin contagious as she manages to talk even the most persnickety of passersby into purchasing the daily newspaper. Her newsie cap is slightly askew, and Race’s hand twitches by his side as if he longs to fix it, to look down and see her flash him a grateful smile. Honestly, Race is starting to think that he has a problem when it comes to Y/N L/N.

As it turns out, Race is not the only one to notice this: although he attempts to quickly jerk his attention back to the conversation at hand, Albert and Jojo notice the fact that he isn’t quite responding on time and try to figure out what’s got his focus hooked. Albert follows Race’s line of sight and a vicious grin appears on his face. Race tries to look away hurriedly, pretending he was just following the path of a potential customer, but it’s too late- they’ve both seen.

Jojo loops an arm around Race’s shoulders, clasping the other hand firmly over his heart. “Well, if my eyes don’t deceive me, I think Racer here has a little crush.” Race scoffs, pulling away from the boy. “As if. I’m just trying to sell my last papes.” Albert rolls his eyes. “Is that why you haven’t sold one in half an hour? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’se trying to lose money.”

This is a fierce accusation for a newsboy who prides himself on his ability to make any deal to even the most unlikely of customers, and Albert knows it. So, when Race snatches his cap from his mess of blond curls, ready to swat it most brutally into Albert’s head, the red-haired boy is able to easily dart away in time to avoid the killing blow. Race tries one last time, but his attacks fall short when he hears a voice from behind him.

“What’s going on here? Why are you trying to murder Albert?” Race’s eyes widen in spite of himself, and he straightens up hurriedly, slapping his hat back on his head as if he’d just been stretching. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just having a, uh, friendly conversation.” Albert looks positively gleeful over this, but he doesn’t say a word. Y/N raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know about that. I’d swear there was going to be bloodshed.”

Albert may be willing to save him from the fires this once, but Jojo is not so generous. Instead, he casually leans on Y/N’s shoulder, practically savoring the way Race’s shoulders stiffen. Race does his best to ignore this, forcing a casual smile. “Well, maybe Albert deserved it. You know him.” Y/N tilts her head to the side, considering this. “I do know him. What’s he done now?” Albert and Jojo look between Race and Y/N like they’re watching a sports match, curious as to what explanation Race can manage without telling her the true reason for the near beatdown.

Race mentally stumbles for a moment, then comes up with a scrap of something. “He insulted my brand of cigars. I couldn’t have that, could I?” Y/N’s eyes glint with barely contained amusement, and Race thanks everything holy that his excuse held up. “Oh, I get it now. I’m sorry to interrupt the carnage.” Race grabs Y/N’s hand, pulling her away from Albert, Jojo, and their twin mocking expressions to continue walking down the street.

“That’s alright. Now, come on- I think I saw a few tourists. Think we can scam ‘em?” Y/N laughs as she follows him down the block. “Without a doubt. Is that them?” She jerks her chin towards a cluster of families pausing by a florist, all of them in the newest fashions. They practically reek of wealth, which makes them the perfect targets for newsies in desperate need of unloading some papes. Race nods, and Y/N’s grin widens. “Oh, this is going to be fun. Race you there, Racer!”

She takes off down the street, spinning past cobblestones. The sound of her laugh, lighter than a summer breeze, lingers by Race’s side for a moment longer. Although Race knows he should follow her and at least try to sell some of his papes before all of the tourists are gone, he feels stuck in place, unable to do anything except watch her go. There’s a smile tugging at his lips before he realizes it. He tries to stow this a second later, except it’s a little hard to be serious when there’s a girl like Y/N right next to him.

He manages it in the end, as he always seems to do. Race isn’t sure what happened to make him turn into this stumbling mess whenever Y/N’s with him, but the habit keeps seeming to stick. He hasn’t always been like this, it’s only a recent incident, but no matter what he tries Race can’t go back to seeing Y/N as a friend and a friend alone. Sometimes, he wants to knock himself upside the head, hoping that a brief concussion might restore his thoughts, although Race is fairly certain that even this hit might make him even more of a grinning idiot where a certain newsgirl is concerned.

Later that week, Race is hit by that same bout of hopeless staring, although this time it’s even worse than before. It comes over him like a wave, threatening to pull him under entirely. He had been turning the street, walking from one block to another in the hopes of finding some idiot with a purse full of coins who’d be willing to shell out a little more than usual to a newsboy on the street. Maybe this is why his crush hits him so hard- he’d had no time to prepare, nothing to center himself around except this sudden sight of the girl before him.

All of a sudden, there she was, talking to a group of kids she’d met on the street. They stare at her with the same sort of loopy smile Race wears now, like they’d follow her anywhere so long as she gave the word. Honestly, Race may get a little jittery around the Brooklyn boys or the cops when there are too many of them, but the hold Y/N has on him scares him even more than that. He’d do anything she asked of him, no matter what or how. He can’t run from that kind of influence, just go along with it and hope he didn’t get worse.

Y/N crouches down now, the edges of her skirts rustling lightly over the uneven cobblestones. She reaches out a hand to a nearby girl, one who would barely come up to her ribs unless Y/N was kneeling as she is now. The little girl presses a careful coin into the awaiting hand, and Y/N hands her a newspaper in return. Race can see her pointing out the different pictures on the front, explaining them with that same slow voice she gets when the night is late and drowsiness slips through every syllable. This time, though, she’s not tired, just speaking in a way that kids who barely know anything can understand. Maybe that’s all Race is, too, a kid with half a brain and some stupid lovesick gaze he can’t seem to shake.

Y/N stands up, stretching, as the little girl leaves. A few more kids linger by her knees, and she talks to each of them in turn, patience coming eternal even by the point when Race would have started getting a little restless had it been him there instead of her. One of the kids hands her a flower he managed to find from somewhere, and Y/N tucks it behind her ear, smiling as if it’s a jeweled tiara instead of a little sprig of a plant that’s more leaf than petal.

She turns now, as if she can sense someone watching her, and finds Race from where he’s hidden by the crowd. She smiles at him, the simple expression almost enough to knock him over. There’s a soft slight in her face, as if she’s a little self-conscious to be caught talking so eagerly with the kids, but Race could never make fun of her for a second. Instead, he lets his own smile widen in return, and Y/N looks almost relieved. She mouths something about catching up to him in a second, then turns back to the kids when one of them tugs at her hand.

Now that he’s been caught, Race should probably keep moving down the block, at least doing something to keep up the pretense that he’s just selling papes instead of simply staring with that same jump in his heart. However, he can’t quite convince his feet to move, like his body is perfectly fine with just watching her there. It’s just the way the light washes golden over her hair, the sunbeam force of her smile, the twist of her hand and head as she speaks. Race has seen the way the rich neighbours stare at artworks, entranced by mere brushstrokes. If that’s what it looks like to fall in love with a mere painting, then Y/N might be an entire museum full of masterpieces.

That describes it, doesn’t it? He’s in love. Stupidly, crazily, whole-heartedly in love. There’s no way to describe it. Race has had crushes before, on rich girls with silken bows and laughing girls who talk to him as they leave the factories after work. None of those seem even remotely close to the hold Y/N has on him now, like all those kisses and offered flowers were just practice for this.

Maybe he’s too lost in his own thoughts, or the way Y/N seems to call an entire city to her like the star of a show, but Race doesn’t hear Albert and Jojo appearing behind him until it’s too late and they’re already upon him. Albert is crowing at him, face wrought over with victory. “It’s official. You’re completely hopeless for Y/N.” Race moves to deny this, but it’s too late- they have enough evidence to tease him for the rest of his life.

Jojo looks almost incredulous. “Wasn’t it just yesterday that you was telling me about how you’d never spend too much of your time trippin’ over some goil? Look at you now! Albert, he’s practically thinking about marriage.” Albert pretends to be severely affected by this thought. “I can see it in his eyes. He might already be picking out the rings.”

Race rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what you’se talking about. Y/N’s a friend.” Albert and Jojo actually burst out laughing, and Race wants to hit them. “She’s a friend? Race, if you look at your friends like that I’m getting locks on the doors. You’se in love, and it’s hilarious.” Race fishes around for some excuse or retort, finds nothing, and resorts to the time-honored classic of trying to hit them. “Some friends you are. No wonder I like Y/N- she doesn’t do this to me.”

Jojo hoots with laughter. “He admits it! Truth at last!” Albert sighs dramatically. “Did you hear his voice? He’s overcome with emotion.” Race lets scorn drip into his every word. “Overcome with emotion? Where’d you pick that up- off a pape?” Albert scoffs. “No, I read it off the cover of a book in a shop window, like somebody respectable.”

A voice comes from behind them once more, and Race wonders silently why he has to keep finding himself in this exact situation. “Somebody respectable? Albert, no offense, but I have never once seen anyone do that.” Albert’s expression grows worryingly bright, as if he’s just had a terrible idea, and he turns to face a newly arrived Y/N with a grin. “I’d usually argue on that, but I want to make time for someone else. Racer here was just saying something about how he needed to talk to you.”

Jojo’s eyes glint, like he’s caught on to Albert’s plan. “Yeah, actually, he was. Said it was something very important.” Albert nods solemnly. “Very, very important. We’d better leave now, so he can say it.” The two boys exchange looks, then practically jog off, although Jojo makes sure to give Race a very obvious thumbs up before they go. Race is about to seriously consider murder, but then a hand lands on his arm and he’s brought back to reality once more.

Y/N considers him, one eyebrow raised. “Well, I do have to admit that I’m a little worried by how excited they looked about that, but I am a little curious. What do you have to talk about?” Race knows what he should say, what Jojo and Albert no doubt want him to do, but the words stick a little in his throat. He remains silent for a little too long, and Y/N crosses her arms across her chest. “Well? I’m waiting.”

Race searches desperately for something to say, anything, but he has no idea how to start. Y/N’s look of curiosity is starting to bleed away into boredom, and Race is gripped by the sudden terror that she’ll leave before he can say anything at all, despite how terrifying it is to even think about telling her how he feels. So, he leans forward and kisses her before he can talk himself out of anything else.

Now Y/N doesn’t speak, not at all, and Race can’t think about anything except the fact that he might have ruined everything, once and for all. Then her face splits into this incredible grin, and Race feels like the ground has broken up beneath him and he’s falling, falling, until he can’t feel anything at all. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” Race doesn’t know what to say. Again. “Uh, yes.”

She laughs, and Race thinks that he could have gladly listened to that sound every morning. Let the sound of her laugh replace the church bells, and he would have happily attended every sermon. “You’re an idiot.” Race nods. “Yes.” He’s not sure that he’s supposed to be agreeing to this, but she’s got him caught in her gaze again and he feels as if he can’t move a muscle. “Kiss me again, and I might just forgive you for waiting this long.”

Race grins, his confidence finally starting to return to him again. “Well, I like the sound of that.” He’s not about to refuse her this time, so he reaches forward, gently guiding her face back to his once more. 

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Toxic Pt.2

I don’t know why I love writing these toxic scenarios so much lol. It’s so fun to write the arguing scenes. I think there is something wrong with me.

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Oscar was currently out, riding around doing who knows what so it gave you the perfect amount of time to get ready and sneak out to link up with Naomi. Or so you thought. You just so happen to end up walking out of the house as soon as your boyfriends red car turns into the drive way,”Where you think you going dressed like that?” He asks as he climbs out quickly and glances at you and then to Naomi’s parked car in the street,”Is that yo little friends whip? You said you were done with them, now I catch you trying to sneak off before I get home? Dressed like some puta at that.” He scoffs as he slowly walks towards you,”Get yo ass back in the house, you ain’t going any where.” He tells you sternly, just as Naomi honks her horn.

“Oscar, she’s my friend. She was my friend way before we became a thing.” You try to explain,”We just want to grab a few drinks. I won’t stay out all night this time.”

“Nah, I don’t care Y/N. You need to get back inside. Now.”

It takes a lot for you to keep your cool, he was getting on your last nerve with his recent possessive asshole behavior. Sure it was fun in the bedroom but not in real life situations. You deserve to be able to go out! Just like he does! So that’s why you stand your ground and tilt your nose up at him,”No. I’m going out with my friend tonight. I’m not going to go back and forth with you.”

“Did you just say no?”

“Yup. And I mean it, I’ll see you in a little bit.” You shrug as you spin around on your heels,”Bye.” You call out over your shoulder.

“If you go, I’m done with yo ass for real.” He threatens, just like he always did. You knew as much as he did that you two weren’t going anywhere but it still stung that he could say that with such ease,”I mean it! I’ll go get me a new girl. One that has fucking respect for me!”

“Aight bet, go find you a new chick.” You say as you quickly turn around and walk back up to him,”She ain’t gonna deal with half the shit I put up with. Go on if you want to, cause guess what Oscar. I can have any guy I want, one little call and I’ll have my ex wrapped around my finger.” You say with a head tilt,”All this bull shit cause I want to go out with my friend. I’m over this shit.” You scoff more to yourself than to him,”You have been with Sad Eyez practically every night, so why is it a issue when I want to go out?”

“It’s a issue because I say it is. What me and my brothers do is business, something you don’t even need to be concerned about.”

“Fuck that, I’m your girl ain’t I? I’m going to be concerned and don’t be sly about what you do with your homies. I know they are all single, so that means y’all be having hynas around. I’m not dumb Oscar.”

“Nah you don’t know what the fuck you talking about and you ain’t my girl if you get in that car.” He shrugs,”Little street walker, go on then. Them streets calling yo name mamas.”

You can’t help but laugh at him, finding this whole situation annoying and amusing at the same time,”I sure am for the streets. The streets are my home.” You agree with ease,”Let me go get to them then before it gets to late.”

“Yo shit will be packed and ready for you.” He warns, watching you walk off with out another word,”Grimey ass! Don’t come back here!” He shouts before waving his hand in dismissal and heading inside.

“What the fuck was all that?” Naomi asks with a raised eyebrow,”He okay?”

“No, it’s Oscar. He’s always pissed off about something.” You tell her with clipped tone as you pull on your seatbelt.

“Why is he such a Debby downer! We don’t need no bad vibes over here. We are getting turnt tonight.” Your best friend groans as she speeds off before going into a conversation about one of the newer Santo members that she recently hooked up with.

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After arriving at the bar, you let Naomi wander off after you guys got seated. She wanted to mingle and you were okay with that since you were busy arguing with Oscar over text.

*You foul. How you just gonna leave me?* He sends,*You really tried to sneak off on me?! Ha! Yo ass got caught.*

*You were being a asshole and I knew if I told you I was going out you still would have been against me coming.*

*Yeah I would have! Wanna know why? Cause I bet if I pull up right now you two are gonna be surrounded by guys. You love the attention don’t ya? Witcho thirsty ass.*

*Actually I’m sitting by myself because like always you’re trying to ruin my night. Cry baby ass boy. Such a cry baby that you have a stupid tear tattooed on your stupid face.*

*Aight smart ass, we throwing low blows? You know what this tattoo means. Don’t get it twisted. You must have me confused for some other foo. Why you still texting me? Go entertain them dudes you with.*

*Oh you’re so hard. I’m so scared.* You reply as you feel a presence take a seat across from you,*I don’t have time for this right now Oscar and I will gladly entertain them cause I’m single at this point. You do you and I’ll do me.* You double text before putting your phone inside the small clutch.

“You good ma? I see you over here with your head buried in your phone. You ain’t having a good time?” A deep voice says as you look up to take in the man in front of you. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good. He was on the shorter side but he was muscular and had some weight on him. Not to mention the fact that he was covered from head to toe in tattoos. He was definitely somebody you’d be attracted to back in the day, however since you met Oscar nobody can compare to him in your eyes.

“Oh hi.” You smile and meet his gaze,”I am having a good time, I just got caught up with something. What about you? Are you having a good time?”

“I am. Are you here by yourself?” He questions,”That can’t be any fun.”

“No, I’m here with my friend...she’s right over there.” You say after scanning the bar and pointing her out,”The short red head.”

“Oh so it’s a girls night out then? I don’t mean to interrupt.” He smirks

“You’re fine.” You smile,”You’re not interrupting anything.”

“That’s what’s up then, I’m Sergio by the way and you are?” He asks and holds his hand out for you to take.

“Y/N.” You smile and reach across to shake his hand, Naomi coming over seconds later and glancing in between the two of you.

“Hi. Naomi here, her best friend.” She says with a large smile before whispering in your ear,”Are you single tonight or que?”

“Seems like it.” You giggle awkwardly as you keep eye contact with your new male companion,”So I take it your not here alone then?”

“Nah, I’m with a few of my homies. We got a little section in the back over there. I actually came over here to ask if you wanted to join us. The both of you.” He explains as he stands up with a small slap on the table,”What do y’all say?”

“She’s down.” Naomi agrees eagerly,”We are both down.”

“Sure.” You laugh as you stand up,”Only if you have bottles though.” You joke

“Oh baby, I got henny, vodka, patron. Whatcha want to sip on tonight?” He asks as he leads the way over to the rented out sections.

“Aye I’m down with all of that.” You shrug, you weren’t nearly this talkative when it came to meeting new people but Oscar was getting on your nerves and you wanted to have a little fun. Besides it’s not like he’s going to find out, you didn’t even tell him where you went. Not to mention the fact that you just ‘broke up’ with him. As far as you’re concerned you’re single for the night. If he’s allowed to do it to you, you can do the same to him. You grab a hold of Sergios arm as he pushes through the crowd, Naomi doing the same and grabbing your hand,”You can make me a drink since y’all got all these bottles.”

He smiles down at you when he feels your touch,”I got you girl, don’t even worry.”

“Make sure it’s strong though. I ain’t with that weak shit.”

“Shit, don’t have to tell me twice.” He chuckles,”Double shot for yo ass it is. What about you, you drinking?” He asks back at Naomi.

“Hell yeah but I’ll ask one of your little friends to make my drink.” She jokes, all three of you laughing.

“That’s a bet. I’m sure one of them will gladly do that. You have your pick.” He grins as he comes to a stop in front of a round booth, three equally tatted up guys sitting down at it.

“That’s Zay, Jojo, and that’s Reggie.” He introduces.

“Ladies.”

“What’s up?”

“Nice to meet ya.” They all speak, letting Naomi slide in first before you do the same. Sergio getting in last as he presses up against your side. He reaches for the clear liquor and begins to make you a drink as you all get to know each other a bit more. It’s not long before all of you guys are a bit tipsy, you and Sergio getting a bit handsy at one point. Nothing to serious, just the casual arm around the shoulder or hand on the thigh.

“Aye what time is it? Aren’t they closing soon?” Naomi slurs, the last call for drinks being shouted through out the bar.

“Damn, it’s already 2. Fuck it we can go to a after hours club.” Jojo says as he finishes off the bottle of henny in one swing.

“2?” You ask as you search for your phone in your clutch,”Damn.” You say to yourself as you see all the missed calls and text from Oscar.

“Yo man blowing you up?” Sergio asks with a smug look as he sees all the notifications on your bright phone screen.

“He’s not my man right now...I think.” You admit honestly.

“Aye, I ain’t judging.” He shrugs while holding his hands up,”I will judge you if you don’t take another shot though.” He laughs as he reaches for the patron and waves the bottle in front of you.

“Why? You can’t handle anymore?” You tease as you take it from him and bring it to your lips, taking a bit more than expected as you scrunch up your face after,”I shouldn’t have done that.” You giggle, already knowing you were at your limit. It didn’t take long for the liquor to hit you. Your vision slightly blurry and everything around you making you laugh. It’s not till a lit song comes on that you and Naomi get up and dance in the little section. Your friend recording everything and posting it without double checking the footage. Which is how Oscar found out where you were and who you were with, Naomi accidentally getting you throwing it back on Sergio for a few seconds before you bust out in laughter.

Oscar stands up from the couch so fast after watching her Snapchat that his homies follow suit,”We gotta roll out.” He barks as he picks up his gun off the coffee table and tucks it in the waistband of his pants.

“What’s wrong foo? Something happen on the block?” Sad Eyez asks worriedly

“Nah but something bout to happen.” He answers as he heads to the front door,”I’m bout to catch another case. My girl got me fucked up.”

[violetwolfraven]

A sudden revelation came to me : the big twin besties!!! Davey Sarah Mike Ike would be chaos if they’re together but that is okay bcs we love them. That is all thank you💕

They would!! I’m gonna do them in modern AU, so I hope that’s okay, Rai!!

This is going to be pure chaos. Nothing else. Literally no part of this is serious. It’s just pure dumbassery among friends.

Also Les definitely does dance competitions. He goes to the same studio as Race. He competes in a mini division and he does tap and hip hop and his group wins. Fight me.

Tw: swearing.

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“Davey, pop the popcorn faster!” Sarah hollered from the living room.

“Sarah, shut the fuck up!” Davey hollered back. He loved his sister, but she annoyed the hell out of him.

Well, Les did, too. He guessed it was a sibling thing in general, but there was something about knowing someone since before birth that gave you a special ability to get on their nerves.

Plus, it wasn’t like he could make the microwave work any faster.

“What are we watching tonight?” he called while he waited.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sarah shouted indignantly.

At the same time, Mike yelled, “We’re binge-watchin’ Liv and Maddie!”

“Oh, of course! That’s so fuckin’ obvious!” Davey shook his head, wishing he could stop himself from smiling as he muttered to himself, “We’re such huge fucking dorks.”

They were, of course, watching Liv and Maddie because they were two sets of twins left alone in a house for the night, and that tv show was about a pair of twins. The Jacobs parents were taking Les to a dance competition and the Guzman parents were going to a wedding.

Honestly, Davey was pretty sure they’d left them all together because out of the four of them, Sarah was the only good cook, Mike was the only good driver, Ike was the one who knew how to operate a can opener, and Davey was the one with common sense. Together, they formed a fully-functional teenager.

Also, they all already had partners, so the parents trusted them to be left alone all night together, unlike when Sarah and Ike asked if they could have Jojo, Hotshot, Katherine, and Jack over, too.

Davey heard the TV start up and silently willed the microwave to work faster.

“Ya can’t start without Davey, Sar—“

“Ike, I don’t know how to break this to ya, but I don’t give a shit.”

Honestly, Davey had expected that, “Thanks for tryin’, Ike!”

“No problem, Dave!”

The popcorn finally finished popping, and Davey grabbed the huge bag of M&Ms on the way out of the kitchen with it before going to join his sister and friends in watching Liv and Maddie’s shenanigans.

Ah yes. The ultimate twin night. Admittedly, the feral energy of all four of them was better than it would’ve been if it was just him and Sarah.

And Ike was smirking at his phone, which of course meant Davey had to tease him.

“Textin’ Hotshot, huh?” he asked, poking him in the shoulder.

Ike batted his hand away, “Shut up.”

Mike laughed, “Ooh, that means there’s somethin’ to hide.”

Sarah slung an arm around his shoulders, “Are you gonna fight? Cause I honestly can’t decide who’d win.”

“Nope,” Davey said automatically, “Can’t do that. We can’t have any death matches destroying the living room or our folks will never let us do this again.”

“I guess the blood would ruin your carpet.”

“Well, Mikey, it’s not like I don’t know how to get blood out of things.”

“Why—oh. Okay.”

Sarah laughed maniacally at the look on his face. It wasn’t that he looked grossed out or anything, just kind of surprised to be thinking about it.

Davey was pretty familiar with having to grab spare pads from the hall closet if the bathroom ran out and tagging along on milkshake runs during Sarah’s time of month, but he guessed a boy without sisters wouldn’t have to think about that kind of thing.

“So, how are things with Hotshot?” he asked, changing the subject.

Ike shrugged, “Good. How’s Jack?”

“He’s over here like, all the time,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes, “Or Davey’s over there. It’s cute in a gross way.”

“Fight me, Sarah. You’re the same way with Katherine.”

“Bitch—“

“Stuff with Jojo is good, by the way,” Mike chimed in, “God, I love him.”

“We get it, you’re cute, now shut up.”

Sarah swatted him, “That’s not very nice, Isaac.”

“Yeah, those are bold words from someone who’s baby pictures I have access to,” Mike agreed.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, bitch.”

“Again, we can’t have a death match without destroying stuff,” Davey reminded them, “So can we just kick back and watch our show?”

Ike butted his head against Davey’s shoulder like a cat affectionately, “We should skip forward a couple seasons so we can watch Liv and Holden break up and cry.”

“No,” Sarah said immediately, “My eyeliner looks really good today.”

“You’re at a sleepover,” Davey pointed out, “Why did you even do your eyeliner?”

“David, I swear to God.”

“You swear to God what?”

“Don’t listen to him,” Mike said, reaching over to hug her, “You look fuckin’ amazing and you and Kathy usually make the rest of us look like slobs.”

“Aw, thanks Michael.”

“Don’t call me Michael.”

They actually managed to watch about half the episode without talking, before Ike shattered the silence.

“Okay, but do we think Joey’s gay?”

“I think Willow’s obsession with him is creepy and it’s super questionable how the writers played it off for laughs,” Mike admitted, “I think Joey does like girls, though. He has chemistry with a few different girls for like one episode each.”

“But he definitely has a thing for Josh in the later seasons,” Sarah pointed out.

“Oh, yeah. Good point. Maybe he’s bi or pan.”

Davey had never thought he’d have a conversation like this, but he had to admit they had a point.

“Maddie and Willow would’ve made a cute couple,” he said, “Maddie can’t drive. That alone is proof she’s not straight. And Liv had chemistry with Holden, but she would’ve been cute with Andie, too.”

“Oh, preach, bro,” Ike agreed, “And I think one of my first crushes when I was in middle school was actually on Parker from Liv and Maddie, so...”

“Parker’s bi and ace,” Mike said immediately, “I’m callin’ it. I don’t even need any evidence; just by vibes. He’s just this bi-ace mad scientist.”

“But seriously,” Sarah insisted, “Joey had a thing for Josh and I think it was requited.”

Davey rolled his eyes, “Duh. Was that ever up for debate after that one episode where the only thing that made Josh feel better about his breakup with Maddie was Joey?”

“So in short, none of the Rooney siblings are straight,” Mike concluded.

“Yup.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes.”

Davey smirked, “Kinda like how none of the siblings in this room are straight.”

“Aw,” Mike grinned, “Are you sayin’ you sees Ike and I as siblings?”

“More like we’re all in a cult and we call each other siblings, Brother Mike.”

“Oh yes of course, Brother Davey.”

“You’re both ridiculous.”

“Are you actin’ like you have custody of the brain cell, Sister Sarah?”

“No, of course not, Brother Ike. Brother Davey has it. He just never uses it.”

“I use the brain cell frequently, thank you very much,” Davey said indignantly, “Just not in conversations with people who don’t even have one.”

“Oh, burn!” Ike shouted, and Davey accepted a high five.

It looked like Sarah didn’t have anything to say to that. Probably because she didn’t have the brain cell.

Whatever. If the Rooney siblings could survive with only one brain cell, which the youngest sibling always had, Davey was pretty sure the four of them could, too.

...

This probably makes no sense if you’ve never seen Liv and Maddie. I’m sorry.

[bunn1bl00d]

whatz up B]

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Just thought I should actually use Tumblr for once so here’s my info/dni stuff!

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The names Maddy! You can call me bun, bunni, or bnnuuy if you want tho!!! I use she/her and I’m 14, my birthday is August 16th (I’m a Leo!) oh and I’m an INFP I think?? OH YEAH and I’m a Slytherin. Pog.

I have a hard time telling the difference in tones!! I’m Neurodivergent, diagnosed with ADHD, Anxiety, Depression, and possible OCD so please be patient with me!

If you have a problem with me, either message me about it or block me. I’ll try to resolve the issue if you do DM me. :)

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MY TRIGGERS ARE!!!:

r/pe or s/xual a//ult mention of any sort

anything on the DNI list

the song ‘changes’ by XXX but I doubt that’ll be a problem haha

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I’m Multifandom! Here’s a short list of some of the fandoms I’m in or enjoy the content of!!

MCYT (DSMP and Hermitcraft)

Genshin Impact

The Arcana

Furry Fandom

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Sanders Sides

Fairy Tail

Plushies(?)

Royale High (😳)

And a handful more!!

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DNI List:

Proshipper of any kind!!

Schlanti that attack Schlatt Fans??

Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, etc etc

MILK DRINKERS😡😡😡 /j

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Please use tone tags when joking because I have a hard time identifying when things are serious or jokes! Here’s a list of common tone tags if you don’t know them ^w^

/j = joking

/hj = half joking

/s or /sarc = sarcastic / sarcasm

/srs = serious

/nsrs = not serious

/lh = light hearted

/g or /gen = genuine / genuine question

/ij = inside joke

/ref = reference

/t = teasing

/nm = not mad

/lu = a little upset

/nbh = nobody here

/nsb = not subtweeting

/nay = not at you

/ay = at you

/nbr = not being rude

/ot = off topic

/th = threat

/cb = clickbait

/f = fake

/q = quote

/l or /ly = lyrics

/c = copypasta

/m = metaphor / metaphorically

/li = literal / literally

/rt or /rh = rhetorical question

/hyp = hyperbole

/p = platonic

/r = romantic

/a = alterous

/sx or /x = sexual intent

/nsx or /ns = non-sexual intent

/pc or /pos = positive connotation

/nc or /neg = negative connotation

/neu = neutral / neutral connotation

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That’s all! Thanks for reading this far >^< here’s a donut I guess 👐🍩

[sugarbutterbroadway]

A New Kelly

“We need to talk,”Davey said, setting down his backpack. Jack froze, pdf on his laptop immediately forgotten. He tried to keep his face neutral but his mind was doing a frantic recap of everything he’s said and done in the past week. The worst part was that it kept coming up negative, which made him even more nervous. He forgot to pick up Luna’s poop outside yesterday but they had both laughed it off, so they were fine, right? It couldn’t have been about the poop, right? His face must have betrayed him because Davey took one look at him and winced.

“I phrased that wrong”He said, “I’m not mad at you about anything, i’m just tired and can’t speak”

“Not even about the poop?”Jack asked in a tiny voice. Davey scrunched up his face and took a seat on Jack’s lap, letting out a sigh.

“You’re the one who stepped in it, why would I be mad?”he asked. Jack shrugged and wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist pulling him closer. Davey toed off his shoes and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“What did you want to talk about, my love?”Jack asked, placing a kiss on his shoulder. Davey sighed and grabbed one of Jack’s hands. Jack took that as a sign to attempt being serious and looked at him.

“Jack”He said, squeezing Jack’s hand. “I want another baby”

Jack sputtered, “What do you mean another?”

“Well Luna’s getting older and I just think that a little sibling would teach her some responsibility-”

“Who has the new puppy?”Jack groaned, rubbing his eyes. Davey grinned and wiggled a bit trying to get his phone out of his pocket. 

“Specs and he’s so cute, look!”He said, shoving the phone in Jack’s face. It was Specs instagram definitely, the bright yellow theme was indication enough. Jack gently grabbed the phone and hummed as his eyes scanned it. He let out a noise of triumph, yup that was definitely a puppy. It was a candid shot of Jojo mid laugh on the floor with the puppy curled up in his lap. Jack looked up at Davey with a raised brow, and Davey groaned reaching both hands up to cup Jack’s face.

“His name is Percy!”he continued, squeezing Jacks’s cheeks.“That’s so fucking cute babe, just look at him! His paws are too big for his body!”

Davey continued to coo but Jack’s mind was still reeling. He didn’t know why he felt so disappointed. Sure he was scared shitless at the mere thought of a human baby, but a tiny part of him was hoping that’s what Davey meant. He leaned back into the couch and let his arm go slack around Davey’s hip.

“-nd I know that we just saw them a few months ago but would it be so bad to vis--babe?”He said. 

“Hmm?”Jack hummed. Davey shifted a bit in his lap so he was somewhat facing Jack and poked at his cheek.

“You’re frowning”

“Am not”Jack frowned.

“Are too”He said, poking the creases in his forehead. Jack let out a groan and opted to bury his face in Davey’s shoulder. Davey clicked his teeth and rolled off of Jack's lap--much to his disappointment--onto the couch.

“What’s the matter?”He asked.

“Nothing”Jack waved off, “My mind is just somewhere else” “Where?”he asked, leaning his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I wanna go too” “Santa Fe,”Jack said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right”He snorted, “You haven’t wanted to go to Santa Fe since you figured out that it was desert land”

“Not true!”Jack exclaimed, “I obviously wanted to stay for my loving boyfriend-” “And you’re scared of spiders”He said, snuggling closer into Jack’s side. “But, come on Jack. I thought we didn’t keep secrets”

“Fine”Jack sighed, “I want a divorce”

“Again, nice try”He snorted, “please Jackie, for me?”

“Davey…”

“Please”

“Alright alright!”Jack exclaimed, “Enough with the eyes. Christ you Jacobs are spoiled”

“No, we just know how to get what we want”He smirked, tucking a leg under his butt. “Now spill”

“You’re restless,”Jack pointed out.

“And you’re still avoiding the question”He said, “whatever it is can’t be that bad”

Oh but it can, he wanted to say.

“I…”Jack said and took a deep breath, “I want a baby”

Davey blinked, “I thought you didn’t want another puppy?”

“No!”Jack whined, shaking his head. “No no, Luna is enough. I...I want an uh..an actual baby...with you” god he was being so awkward.

Davey’s eyes widened slightly but he smirked. “Should we go try for one?”

“Stop teasing me!”Jack whined, “But is..is this something you want Davey? Like do you think we’re ready for a baby?”

Davey just stared at him.

“You’re making me nervous, Davey”Jack chuckled, “You’re not speaking, that’s weird”

“You’re an asshole,”He said.

Jack’s heart stuttered. “W-what?” “You’re an asshole because now me and Spot owe Race fifty dollars”He grumbled. “How could you do this to me?” “I’m not following,”Jack said after a few moments of trying to pick his jaw off the floor.

“Of course I want a baby with you”He said, grabbing Jack’s hand. “I’ve only been dropping hints since the day we got married!”

“What hints!”Jack exclaimed, “I’m so confused”

“I’m always holding the babies at any family function”He started, “I’m always offering to babysit Chanah and Anika and Damien-”

“I get it, your family is huge”Jack said, Davey gave him the side eye.

“We have a spare room that I have been guarding with my life!”he continued, “we have a literal baby name book in here-”

“You said it was so we could name Luna!”Jack sputtered.

“And that’s how she ended up with the most human name ever!”He laughed, “Our dogs name is Luna Anne Kelly-Jacobs”

“It’s a cute name!”

“Face it Jack, I’ve been dropping hints”He huffed, “And now i’m short fifty bucks so thanks a lot”

“Well why were you guys betting on me!”Jack asked, “You know better than to bet with Race on anything”

“We wanted to see who would cave first, me or you”He said, “I obviously thought it was gonna be me because you’re dense-”

“Hey!”

“But then you get all nervous and cute saying you want a baby!”he finished, chest heaving. “Which is simultaneously the most attractive and dumbest thing you’ve ever done”

“I...I don’t know what to say,”Jack said. There were a lot of things he could have said, but his brain had turned to mush.

“Just...sometimes you are very clueless”He giggled, “I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you on the fridge or something”

“So you really want a baby?”Jack said, “With me?”

“No, I want a baby with Specs”he scoffed.

“Hey”Jack warned, “Specs is an attractive man, you got somethin you want to tell me?”

“Of course I want a baby with you, idiot”He rolled his eyes. “Adoption or surrogacy or fostering I...I don’t care. I think you’ve been an amazing parent to Race,Charlie and Luna, and you’ll be an amazing parent to whatever kid comes through this door. You sell yourself short Jack”

“Says you”Jack snorted, “You see the way you are with those babies? You’re like a completely different person, it makes my heart do weird shit”

“Makes your heart do weird shit”He quoted, “Now I feel like that should’ve been your vows”

“Yeah?”Jack smirked.

“Yeah, it’s completely on brand”He said.

“So this is...this is something we’re doing”Jack said, “We’re gonna have some babies?”

“Woah there buddy”He said with wide eyes, “How did a baby turn into some babies?”

Jack waved him off, “Potato tomato”

“That’s...that’s not even the saying”He said slowly, “But let’s start with one”

“Two”

“One”

“Three”

“One”

“One and a half!”

“You can’t have half a baby!”He exclaimed.

“Well you can if you try hard enough!”Jack fired back.

“Unbelievable”He said, rubbing his eyes. “You’re unbelievable, why did I marry you?”

“For Medda”Jack said, with a serious face. Davey shrugged and laid his legs over Jack’s lap.

“Medda is pretty awesome”

“We’re gonna have a baby”Jack repeated.

“Yes we are”He said, “But let’s take this one step at a time, yeah? I don’t want to overwhelm you-”

“I’m gettin the baby book!”Jack exclaimed, bolting up from the couch. Before Davey had the time to process Jack was running back into the livingroom at full speed. He skidded to a halt but ended up toppling over onto Davey’s stomach.

“Bastard”He wheezed, pushing at Jack’s shoulders. Jack stuck his tongue out and made himself comfortable flipping through the book.

“What are you-”

“Shh”Jack hushed, furrowing his brows. His eyes scanned the pages until they found what they were looking for.

“Aha!”Jack said, sitting up so Davey could get a good look. There appeared to be four names messily scrawled in red ink at the bottom of the page. Davey wanted to scold him for defacing the book but his scolding soon died in his throat when Jack spoke up.

“I-I know your peoples are important to you so I wanted to add some more...ya know, traditional names in there”Jack said fiddling with the pages, “I got a boys and a girls name and just-they’re so pretty Davey”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore”He murmured, placing a kiss on Jack’s temple. “You picked good, baby”

Elsie and Salem were scribbled in Jack’s messy handwriting. “I really like these two, but what are these other ones?”

“I mean i’m Irish I guess”Jack mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Both of my folks were and I didn’t really get to learn anything and just-”

“You want our baby to grow up knowing what their parents are,”He said. He grabbed the hand Jack was fiddling with and intertwined them. 

“Yeah”Jack said, squeezing his hand. “Exactly”

Davey leaned forward and pressed a finger against a name Jack hadn’t written. “This one, how do you say it?”

“Saoirse?”Jack said,

“Saoirse”He repeated slowly, “Saoirse...I..I really like that one”

“Yeah?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He chuckled, “Yeah I really like this one a lot”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”Jack said, with a grin. “It’s kinda growing on me”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He said, “I’m not even mad you snuck your last name in there”

“Should we add it to the list then?”

“No, Jack I think it’s the one”He said.

“Really?”

“Really!”Davey said, “Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He whispered, squeezing Davey’s hand even tighter.

“God, we can’t wait to meet you”

A/n someone should try and count how many times Davey fidgets in this fic. Also comments do be kinda nice

[wri0thesley]

Bonjour! ♥️ Could I get some Jotaro blowjob HCs or scenario with a fem s/o after she’s been super bratty?

learning - jotaro x fem reader

nsfw, 1.6k. afab reader, fem pronouns, rough treatment, hair pulling, come play (kind of). 

The slight twitch of Jotaro's jaw is enough to tell you that you're getting on his nerves - but if you can't push his buttons, who can? So though there's a warning in the way he holds himself and the way he's looking at you and the brief noise he makes when you rest your head against his arms, it's not warning enough for you to pull back and leave him.

And that's how you end up on your knees with one of his big hands knitted through your hair, his eyebrows furrowed, a frown on his face.

"If you're going to be a brat," he says, his words slow and gruff and deep in a way that sends shivers all through your body and has you unconsciously pressing your thighs together in search of some friction. "I'll treat you like a brat."

You blink innocently up at him, a look on your face as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth - Jotaro's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything else.

"I don't know what you mean," you breathe out to him, fluttering eyelashes and soft voiced, and he makes a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. He's pulling you across the room, the hand in your hair tight (the pain that blooms in your scalp is more pleasure than anything else, though - you're perfectly willing to follow him, so that when he seats himself in his chair and settles you between his thighs, you're already awaiting for the treat you know you're about to receive.) "I'm not being a brat at all."

"You're a bad liar," he says, though he is just as bad of one. There's a faint flush to his cheeks and - as your eyes flicker downwards to his belts - you realise that you being 'bratty' is still definitely having an effect on your stoic boyfriend. "If you're going to tell me lies every time you open your mouth, I'll have to make sure you can't say anything."

"How?" You ask, innocently.

Jotaro's lip twitches, but he does not say anything else. He merely looks at you (his dark blue gaze searing), until you lean forward with a trembling hand to unbuckle the first of his two belts.

"If I thought you could," he says, "I'd make you do it with your teeth."

Your thighs squeeze together again. Your fingers tremble at the buckles, pulling down his trousers with more than muted enthusiasm, to the point where you can see just how hard he is in his underwear.

His hand is rough as he pushes you back and you land ungainly on your knees, staring up at him. Lazily, one hand wanders down his body to give the rock hard protuberance a squeeze (your mouth feels like it's about to water). His steady gaze doesn't leave your own face - your flushed cheeks and bright eyes and parted lips as you wait to be given permission for something else.

"Do you think you deserve it?" He asks you, and though you know that he thinks you've been a brat and certainly does not think you deserve his cock himself, you can't help but want it in your mouth - and you nod, your eyes bright and wide. "Even after today?"

"I only act up because of how much I want you," you breathe to him, and he huffs out a single breath of laughter. Those serious lips quirk at the corners - the expression is gorgeous on his normally stoic face, but it is not without a touch of sadism. You know that he's enjoying seeing you hungry and squirming and wanting, and you shift on your knees. "Please, Jotaro--"

"Please?" He echoes, and you nod feverishly. "Please what?"

"Please let me . . ." You bite your lip - the words sound so lewd dropping from your mouth like this. But Jotaro's eyes are trained on you and you will not disappoint him. Not when you've spent the entire day teasing him with brushes of your body and low-voiced implications and eyes that drag down the solid length of him with ill-disguised hunger. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Please let you . . .?" He says, and you know he's enjoying having you at his mercy. "Don't you think it's my turn to drive you to distraction?"

"Please fuck my mouth," you beg him. "Please, please, please--"

He huffs out another breath of laughter. He's always so good at controlling his emotions - but when he has you at his mercy, some of that sadistic streak comes out to play. You know that even once his cock is stuffed down your throat, his face will barely betray a flicker or a twitch. You've often thought of kneeling under his desk and working your mouth over his impressive shaft while he's on the phone or doing paperwork, certain that Jotaro will not even come close to exposing the lewd secret happening between his legs.

"Well," he says, and the hand in your hair drags you forward suddenly. You open your mouth even as he's working down the underwear, freeing his heavy, thick cock. "Seeing as you said please this time, brat . . ."

You're about to thank him when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you can do nothing but try and open your mouth wider so you don't choke on the size of him. His grip on your hair does not ease.

He rocks his hips against you at a pace that only pretends to be leisurely - it's all you can do to keep your tongue moving, tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft, running your tongue over the join of head and the rest of him, the salty taste of his precome mingling with the musk that's all Jotaro.

He's so big. He hits the back of your throat when he's less than three quarters of the way inside you, and your hand comes up just to make sure that the sadly ignored other portion of his cock receives a little stimulation. You're moaning wordlessly around him, his size too big for any of your words to be anything close to understandable - not that you can think straight with him so far down your throat anyway.

Your eyes - already beading with tears from how wide your jaw is being opened by him - flicker up to Jotaro's own face. His eyes are half-lidded, dark blue - his perfect lips curved to only the slightest degree as he watches you struggle to fit him inside. You've seen him look like that plenty of times when he has you pinned beneath him, but there's always something different about it when he's in your mouth.

He uses your mouth like a tool to get off, uncaring of how rough his hands are in your hair, how fast his snapping thrusts of his hips are, the way you're moaning incoherently around him - because he knows you love it. It's not exactly in Jotaro's nature to mistreat you - you'd been the one, chewing your lip, to tell him that you wanted him to ruin you.

He knows his own strength. He knows he could break you - and for you, that shock of danger that he might is the thing that has your heart beating and your body begging to be filled and taken.

"I'm going to come," Jotaro says, his tone remarkably even for a man whose thrusts have simply gotten faster and harder and deeper, until you think that you might pass out from lack of oxygen. You're drooling around his cock, his shaft glistening wet, your mouth slack and wide and aching from how long it's been open--

He growls, his thrusts slowing in speed but not at all slowing in intensity - and then, as you feel his cock begin to twitch inside, he pulls away and your eyes flutter closed as you feel the scalding hot rush of his come hit your face, painting your cheeks and nose with his seed.

He groans out a noise of pleasure and relief, one hand coming to cradle your chin, tipping your face up to the light.

"What have we learnt?" He asks you, and your eyes flutter open as you realise he's zipping himself back in, rebuckling his belts. You make a wordless noise in the back of your throat, trying to remind him that he's come but the space between your own thighs is hot and empty and wanting.

"Jojo," you say, petulantly. You get a cocked eyebrow. He repeats, slower this time;

"What have we learnt?"

"Please--"

The hand cradling your chin grows sharper, his grip more intense, making you very aware of how strong he is. How big his hands against you feel. You bite back the protest this time.

"What have you learnt?"

"N-not to be a brat," you whisper, and the corner of his lip twitches.

"Good girl," he says, patting your cheek, smearing his come against your skin. "If you keep that up, maybe next time I won't need to teach you a lesson at all."

You shift on your knees again. The space between your thighs feels like a physical ache - a need to be filled or toyed with or stroked until you get your own chance to come, breathing heavily and seeing stars under Jotaro's own skills.

"Jotaro," you repeat, trying to fit the wheedle into your voice. Jotaro's hands, though, leave your skin. He turns away from you.

"I have things to do," he says. "We'll talk about it later."

When his mind is made up, it's verging on impossible to get him to do anything you want him to do. He is stubborn-minded like a bull - as you stand, your lip twists. If Jotaro won't help you, you'll have to do something about this painful need yourself--

"Oh," Jotaro says, as you turn to leave, saying your name as if it's an afterthought. "Don't you dare touch yourself. I'll know."

[shipyard98]

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Pairing: Joseph Joestar x Hamon User!Reader

Word Count: 1952

Summary: During dinner that same evening, Joseph lays the flirting and the innuendos even heavier on the reader before “sealing the deal.”

A few more hours of training had come and gone.

For you, it was just another typical day of meditation and basic Hamon training. Absolutely nothing eventful had happened today, besides that one moment of weakness. With that in mind, you expected nothing eventful to happen anytime soon.

The same could not be said for Joseph. That day featured far more work than what was expected of him, as he did four-hundred laps around the lawn rather than the typical two-hundred. This was more than him just preparing to fight the Pillar Men. This was him willingly trying to prove himself to Loggins.

He was ready to go that far and beyond for you.

Now, nobody was quite expecting you to show up to the dining room that night, but there you were. And it was just Joseph’s luck that there was an empty seat right in front of him.

You took your place and faced him.

This was the first time you got to see him without the Ripple-breathing mask, and what a sight he was to behold. Who knew that those lips, which had teased and flirted with you so much, looked so soft and plump? That grin on his face was likely always so cheeky and flirty, but now that you could actually see it, it made your heart race a little.

 Like Hell if you were going to let him in on that, though.

”Joseph Joestar,” you said, smirking at him.

“Looks like we meet again, lo-!”

“Ah, Bellissima!”

His and your attentions were suddenly occupied by another familiar voice.

Sitting next to him was the other young Ripple student on the island, who smiled coyly at you, with his head resting against his hand.

“I see you finally decided to come to dinner,” he continued. “We were just starting to get worried about you. Weren’t we, Joseph?” 

“Hey Caesar!” you said, smiling back at him.

Tension was already rising between you and Joseph, so you were grateful for his interruption. 

Somebody else, on the other hand, was not happy about this at all. As much as he cared for Caesar as a fellow student, how dare he just flirt with you so casually. You two didn’t even look good together! 

All these thoughts in Joseph’s head were made very evident to Caesar when he suddenly felt a needle-like stare pinning holes in the side of his head.

Not being in the mood to start a quarrel with him that evening, the blonde focused his attention on the plates of food being set in front of everyone at the table.

“I must say, the cook really outdid himself this time,” he commented. “This looks like it was made by a professional.”

“Oi, it really does!” Joseph admitted, looking like his usual, excited self. 

Suddenly, he made a complete 180 and looked straight at you, with his eyes hooded just so and his voice bordering on a moan.

“But I bet it tastes even better.”

He gave his bottom lip a little lick.

Your eyes widened and heat rose into your face.

Silence permeated that corner of the room as the two of you just stared at each other, feeling the heat start to rise. That was all you really could do, considering the masters were conversating and eating amongst themselves at the other end of the room.

After all, what would they have thought if the two of you suddenly gave in right there in front of God and everybody?

The third wheel cleared his throat.

“Well, what are we staring at? Master Lisa Lisa didn’t give us this food for our own viewing pleasure. Mangia!”

All three of you simultaneously picked up your silverware and started eating. 

Joseph was right about one thing; it really did taste better than it looked, even though you all knew damn well he wasn’t implying the food. Nevertheless, your compliments were to the chef that evening.

As a side note, the downside to sitting in front of a freed Joseph Joestar was that, now that he knew you had a weak spot for his lips, he was about to use them to their fullest.

“Tell me, love!” Joseph finally said, directing his voice at you. “How was your training today?

“Oh, pretty typical,” you admitted, then you added on with a grin. “Meditation was rather nice, today. In fact, I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m particularly full of energy after that.”

On that last sentence, your hand patted against your breast ever so softly. Judging by one set of eyes now staring at your cleavage, you knew that your own little plan was working.

Two can play at that game.

“What about you, Caesar?” you asked, giving the brunette a moment to plan his next move. “How was your training, today?”

“Well, Messina had me anchored underwater with a large weight today,” he said, using his fork like a pointer. “He said it was to increase the size of my lungs so I can breathe more effectively. Or something like that. Forgive me, I’m a little too tired to remem-… Joseph, what the hell are you doing?”

The sudden interruption led you to shift your gaze from Caesar to Joseph, whose tongue was out and trying to lap up the wine from his cup like a dog.

Outstanding move, Mister Joestar.

“Oh, uhm,” Joseph stammered before immediately regaining his composure. “Forgive me. I think the heat from running four-hundred laps around the lawn today has gone to my head.”

“Are you sure it’s just heat that’s gone to your head?” Caesar mumbled.

You had to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from audibly giggling. That phrase, coupled with the glance he made towards his lower half, was too good.

“Hey now, what are you trying to say?!” Joseph blurted out.

All Caesar did was smirk at his expense.

“Hmph, say what you want,” he said as he turned his head away from his comrade. “I was just about to say that I feel as though I really should practice more Hamon Meditation. Today’s session was... rather motivating.”

“You have about another week of training, don’t you?” you asked, suddenly getting a little more serious. “You’re more than welcome to practice with me at any time, you know. The same goes for you, Caesar. It’ll help the both of you more than you realize.”

The mention of the other guy’s name made a spike of jealousy suddenly fall upon Joseph, and so he had to rectify it immediately.

“Actually,” he blurted out before trailing off into a stammer. “Well, see, there’s not enough time. Loggins makes me practice for hours upon hours. So, well… ah, do you think we could… we could…?”

His concentration was getting hazier by the second. He thought that bringing this up was going to be easier on him, but in this moment, he was getting performance anxiety.

What if you were to say no?

“You want to practice after dinner?” you finished his sentence with a smile. “I would love to!”

Joseph’s mind was screaming and cheering in rejoice at your acceptance.

“When you put it like that,” he said, sliding immediately back into his flirty persona, “It’s like you wanted the same thing! Why, could this be a first date?”

“Oh, you wish, Joestar!” you laughed.

If only you knew what you had just gotten yourself into.

“Right back at you,” he chuckled.

With that said, Joseph stood up.

“Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have a date to prepare for.”

He made his way towards the masters’ table and approached Master Loggins, who proceeded to pull out the Ripple-breathing mask and situate it back over his nose and mouth.

You weren’t going to admit it, but you were a little disappointed to see his lips disappear behind the mask again. On the bright side, you really did have something to look forward to after all the training was said and done.

Before Joseph was out the door completely, he gave you a side glance and winked coyly at you, which made your heart pick up the pace in turn.

With that, he was gone.

Then there were two.

“Well then,” Caesar commented. “That sure was a sight to behold this evening, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your eyes still towards the door.

He took a swig of wine before speaking.

“I would be careful, if I were you.”

Your gaze broke from the door and fell on him.

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t know him to hurt anyone here, let alone me.”

“Oh, no, no, no!” he chuckled. “He’d die before laying a finger on you… But if you ask me, I think he’s up to something this evening.”

“What makes you think that?”

Caesar leaned in closer to you before he elaborated in a lower voice.

“Did you notice how Loggins was whispering in his ear while he was securing the mask back over his face?”

“I noticed, but didn’t think anything of it.”

“You aren’t here for meals all that often, but I am. And after watching the same routine for the past two weeks, I know that Loggins never does that with Joseph. On top of that, Joseph usually gets all fussy about the mask, but tonight, he was rather calm about it…”

“So, what are you implying?”

“Well,” he hummed. “Knowing Joseph, I say he’s planning to pull a prank on you, and he somehow convinced Loggins to help him.”

“A prank, huh?”

In your mind, that made a lot of sense. Why else would Joseph suddenly find himself stumbling to ask you to practice with him after dinner?

Oh, if only you knew how bad things really were about to be.

“What should I do then?”

Caesar leaned back into his chair with a confident hum.

“You’re a smart girl. And your beauty has a tight grip on him. I’m sure you could figure out a way to get back at him.”

You smiled in appreciation at his remarks, and silently thanked God for having a friend like him on this island. 

After all, if it weren’t for him, so much more might’ve gone down that evening. 

A few minutes later, you were both finished with dinner and had thanked the masters for the meal that night. With that done with, you two walked out the door, bade each other goodnight, and separated to different hallways.

During the five-minute walk to your room, you thought up many different ways Joseph might prank you, and you thought up many different ways you were going to combat it. 

“I’ll have time to prepare the prank before he shows up,” you thought. “He’s not going to catch me off guard this time.”

All these thoughts of vengeance and planning died down when you approached the door and noticed something a little concerning.

You always made sure to close your door all the way. Why was it open just a crack?

There was only one real explanation.

You slammed the door wide open, ready to attack, but as quickly as your guard had went up, it went just as quickly down with the sight laid out before you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted two things in the corner; a Ripple-breathing mask and a crumpled-up undershirt, both of which look like they were thrown over there in a hurry.

More importantly, however, was the centerpiece of the room. A shirtless, musclebound figure was posed in a chair that faced the doorway. His eyes were staring hungrily into yours and his smirk was perfectly visible in the pale moonlight. 

You were nearly breathless.

“J… Joseph…?”

“Hello, love.”

-shipyard98

[dlwritings]

Call Him Hers | Dean Winchester | pt 4

series masterlist found here

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pairing - Mark-of-Cain!Dean x plus-size!reader word count - 4,390 warnings - mentions of suicide, language

(A/N) - find my John Mulaney reference lol

summary - (Y/N) and Dean have a busy day but come to no concrete conclusions. Too stressed to sleep, the pair end their night watching the stars on Baby’s hood and talking about things too scary to talk about in the daytime.

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(Y/N) woke up with her head on the cold bathroom floor. She immediately groaned and sat up, hovering over the toilet to throw up. There was a knock at the door, and she could only groan again in response. Dean opened the door a crack, a slightly patronizing smile on his face. “Shut up,” she muttered, turning her head back to the toilet again.

“Did you sleep on the bathroom floor?” Dean asked teasingly.

“I don’t remember,” she muttered. “I went to the bathroom at some point to, you know, puke my guts out-” Dean chuckled. “-and I don’t remember the rest.”

“Well,” Dean said, coming to sit beside her on the floor. He held her hair back as she heaved over the toilet again. “I remember hearing you throw up, coming to check on you, and you yelling at me to get out. That was around 2AM. You must’ve blacked out.”

“Oh?” she said, catching her breath again. “So that’s what blackout drinking is like?”

Dean chuckled. “Blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all Eye of the Tiger and soldiers on.” She groaned and moved away from the toilet, flushing it as Dean rubbed her back.

“Did we learn anything about the vics?” she asked.

“Yeah, not really,” he said. “I couldn’t really get any serious questions in with all your drunk rambling about what a great ass I have.” Her eyes grew wide as she turned to look at him.

“What?” she said.

“Oh, you don’t remember?” Dean continued to tease. “You just went on and on about how amazing my butt is.” She groaned and put her face in her hands.

“Go away,” she said. “I’m gonna drown myself in the bathtub.”

Dean chuckled again. “No time. Charlie and Sam are already heading out to start talking to vics’ families. We gotta start our investigating.”

“Fine,” she said, starting to stand up from the floor. “What’s your plan?”

“Well, I was talking to some of your classmates last night,” Dean said, “and a few of them are putting together some sort of event for the girls who have gone missing. I guess they’re upset that the town hasn’t been doing enough to find them. Thought they’d do something about it. I told Jennifer we’d go.”

“What time does it start?”

“1:00.”

“What time is it now?”

“A little after ten. You want to get some breakfast?”

“‘M not hungry,” she said, rubbing her eyes and staring at herself in the mirror.

“You should eat,” Dean said. “Greasy breakfast’ll make you feel better.”

“I don’t want to leave the hotel,” she said, turning around and leaning her back against the counter to look at Dean.

“Fine,” Dean said with a laugh. “I’ll order room service.”

“Fine,” she said. “I’m taking a shower.”

Dean left her alone in the bathroom, and she made her way into the shower. She felt like utter shit and hoped a cold shower would wake her up a bit. When she got out, she wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out of the bathroom to get some clothes out of her suitcase. Dean was sitting on the bed, the room service already having arrived. She ignored his gaze as she went into her suitcase and pulled out some black jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt, and a red flannel.

Dean swallowed thickly as soon as she was out of sight. Did she always look that good? Had he always wanted to grab the edge of her towel and pull it off? Shit.

She changed in the bathroom, did some quick make-up, and braided her hair into two pigtails. When she went back into the bedroom, she plopped onto the couch next to Dean. He handed her a coffee mug. “Drink this and don’t argue with me,” he said. She chuckled and smelled the coffee with a smile before bringing the mug up to her lips. She stuck her tongue out in disgust as soon as she took a sip of -what she realized was- very dark coffee.

“Ew, it’s black,” she said. “You know I hate black coffee.”

“Cream and sugar’ll upset your stomach,” he said simply, grabbing one of the plates of food that was on the cart next to the bed.

“And a greasy breakfast won’t?” she retorted. Dean raised his eyebrows at her.

“I told you not to argue with me,” he said. She rolled her eyes and forced herself to drink more coffee. Dean handed her the other plate which was piled with bacon, ham, scrambled eggs, and toast. Just looking at the food made her nauseous, but then her stomach growled and she figured Dean probably knew what he was talking about.

Once 1:00 rolled around, she was feeling significantly better. She still didn’t feel 100%, but she felt good enough to put on a good face at the event. Jennifer had told Dean that the event was at a country club about 20 minutes out of town, so they got dressed into some nicer clothes, and she and Dean headed out at 1:00 with the intention of showing up a little late. When they got there, they realized the town was basically holding a memorial service. “They’re acting like they’re already dead,” she mumbled to Dean as soon as they walked in.

The pair managed to avoid Jennifer and decided to skirt right over to Nicole and Stephanie, just glad to see some faces (Y/N) didn’t absolutely despise. “So how long have they been missing now?” she asked after the obligatory small talk.

“Hm,” Nicole hummed, “Amanda’s probably been gone for three weeks, Elizabeth two, and Sarah maybe a week and a half?” She looked at Stephanie for confirmation who nodded in agreement.

“You guys still live in town right?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah,” Nicole said. “We met out in California at college and moved back here as soon as we graduated.”

“So you know everyone pretty well?” Dean said.

“Well, yeah,” Nicole said with a slight chuckle. “But everyone knows everyone.”

“So Amanda, Elizabeth, and Sarah knew each other?” Dean asked.

“They were practically inseparable in high school,” Nicole said, to which (Y/N) nodded. “I guess it didn’t really change.”

“Did they have any enemies?” Dean asked. “Like, people who would want something bad to happen to them?”

Stephanie laughed. “Aren’t you a mechanic?”

Dean shrugged with a smirk. “True crime’s a hobby.” Stephanie raised her eyebrows, and Dean gave a short nod. “Humor me.”

Stephanie and Nicole looked at each other before each scanning the crowd around the room. (Y/N) immediately could tell they were about to share something they didn’t want a lot of people hearing. “I honestly don’t think Jennifer ever got over all that high school drama,” Nicole said.

“What high school drama?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know,” Nicole said off-handedly. “Jennifer always wanted to be part of their group, but they never quite let her in.”

“I feel like that was the case for a lot of people though,” (Y/N) argued. “Jennifer had plenty of other friends, right?”

“I guess,” Nicole said with a shrug.

“There’s also Ryan,” Stephanie added, motioning across the room to a guy (Y/N) didn’t recognize.

“Who’s he?” she asked.

“That’s Amanda’s husband,” Stephanie said. “They’ve been having issues for a while now. He always said she spent too much time with the girls. Guess he wanted her to grow up and get out of high school, and she never really did.”

“You think it bugged him enough to do something about it?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know,” Stephanie mumbled. “Something about him did always put me off.” (Y/N) looked over at Ryan again. He looked like what Shawn Mendes would probably look like in ten years if he stopped caring about himself. He wasn’t really looking at anybody either, but she couldn’t determine if he was capable of something crazy without knowing him. Plus, she was looking for vampire traits, and those weren’t exactly something she could determine from afar.

The rest of their time at the event was pretty uneventful. If anything, they ended up with too many suspects. When they got back to the hotel, they met up with Charlie and Sam in their room to go through the information they had gathered. So far, they had come up with a group of seven people whose motives they could make clear:

Jennifer, the jealous girl who couldn’t move on from high school.

Ryan, the husband who thought his wife wasn’t giving him enough attention.

Jamie, the girl who moved into town just before the disappearances started happening. Natasha, Sarah’s younger sister who always felt she was living in the older girl’s shadow.

Danny, the boy who had dated all three of the girls at some point since meeting them in high school.

Chis, the boy who asked all three girls out at some point and was rejected every time.

And Jojo, the emo girl who never left the emo phase. She just fit the stereotype.

“Well this is bullshit,” (Y/N) said, throwing her hands up in frustration after coming up with the list. “I feel like we’ve solved nothing. We don’t know if there’s a family or a nest or, or anything. This is useless.”

“It’s not like we usually solve this stuff in a day,” Sam said. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

They spent the rest of the evening going over all the information they had gathered and getting absolutely nowhere. (Y/N) was tired but also knew she wouldn’t be sleeping a lick that night with how stressed she was. She’d probably be up half the night going over the information in an attempt to find something they must’ve missed. When Charlie and Sam left the room, she got ready for bed and plopped on top of the covers with a sigh. “What’s wrong?” Dean asked, pulling off his jeans in front of her like it wasn’t a big deal. She felt her cheeks warm up as she looked away. Just seeing the tops of his bare thighs did something to her.

“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just been a long day and I’m exhausted, but I’m not really sleepy.” Dean tugged on some sweatpants and stretched his arms over his head.

“You want to go for a drive?” he asked. “I’m not really tired either.”

“Yeah?” she said. He nodded, so she stood up. “That sounds great. I know just the place.”

They left the room and headed out to Baby. Dean wouldn’t let her drive, so she gave him the directions of where she wanted to go. After almost a half hour of driving, they turned onto a dirt road and ended up at a hillside in the middle of nowhere. It overlooked a lake, and there wasn’t a city light in sight. Dean parked the car, and she smiled and got out. Dean followed her, and she looked at him, silently asking permission to sit on the hood of Baby. He nodded, so the two of them carefully got on her hood. She laid back, resting her head against the windshield. “Wow, (Y/N),” she said, mocking Dean’s voice to the best of her ability. “Star-gazing was a good idea.”

Dean laughed. “Is that what I sound like?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. She turned her head to look at him to find him already looking at her. He stuck his arm out and motioned for her to get closer to him. She did, resting her head on the space between his shoulder and collarbone. Everything was fine until she felt Dean’s fingers trace shapes on her side. She couldn’t help but flinch away from his touch, and he frowned and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked. She gave an awkward, noticeably forced laugh, nodded, and scooted away from him entirely, sitting up a bit and pulling her knees up to her chest. “You’re not okay,” he said as if he had just cracked a secret message she was sending him. He sat up straighter as well.

“‘S stupid,” she said, scratching the back of her neck. “Just having a rough day.” She scoffed. “A rough few days I guess. I really, really don’t like being here.”

“And that’s why you jumped just now?” he asked sarcastically. “Why you’ve been jumping every time I touch you?” She clenched her jaw and stared off at the skyline. “You’re not usually like this. I touch you all the time, and you don’t bat an eye. It’s like we crossed into town, and you don’t want me anywhere near you.”

“That’s not true,” she argued.

“Bullshit,” he said. “You act like I haven’t known you for ten years. Like I can’t see when you’re acting different. I know everything about you.”

“You do not,” she said.

“After last night?” Dean said with a scoff. “Yeah, I think I know everything.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, turning to look at him.

Dean cursed himself inwardly. Was he incapable of keeping his mouth shut? He continued staring at the skyline until she cleared her throat aggressively. “What are you implying?” she asked.

Dean sighed. “I told you. Everyone spills their secrets over enough liquor.”

Her heart started racing. What did she tell him? That she had feelings for him? That she loved him?

“That’s not fair,” she said. “What did I even tell you?” Dean hesitated, his eyes darting between hers, before looking out at the skyline again and scratching the back of his head.

“Just a little about your ex-boyfriends,” he said. “And your dad.”

Her jaw clenched, and she let her chin rest on her knees. “Well,” she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean sighed again.

“You don’t have to hide stuff from me, (Y/N),” he said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“There’s not?” she said with a sarcastic laugh. “Because I kind of see myself as the fat girl who gets cheated on by boyfriends and got abused by her dad. To me, that’s a lot to be ashamed of.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself because of other people’s fucked up actions,” he said. “Your dad hurt you. Your boyfriend cheated on you. You shouldn’t be ashamed of any of that. It’s not like any of that is your fault.”

“I mean,” she muttered, “if I wasn’t so fat, my boyfriend wouldn’t have cheated on me. If I wasn’t such a burden, my dad wouldn’t have abused me. At the end of the day, it does seem to fall back on me.” Dean scoffed, and she turned to look at him, noticing the way his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “Why do you have such an angry face?” she asked with a short laugh of disbelief. Dean looked at her, shook his head, and looked away again.

“I’m just thinking about how horrible that ex-boyfriend of yours is,” he said. “And your first boyfriend. I just can’t understand how they could tell you you’re fat.”

“Really?” she said with yet another scoff. “That’s what you got from all that? That’s your big takeaway?”

“I mean, it all sucks, (Y/N),” he said. “I just hate that any of them had the power to make you think so lowly of yourself.” He paused and looked at her. “You realize you’re not fat, right?”

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a baby,” she said. “I know you’re seven years older than me, but-”

“I’m not talking to you like a baby,” he argued. “I’m just trying to-”

“Well stop it, okay?” she snapped. “I’m 28-years-old. I’ve accepted what I am. I’m a size 16 with a flat ass and unimpressive tits. I’m not a curvy plus-size model. I’m a fat-”

“Would you just shut up?” Dean snapped. She felt tears coming to her eyes, so she turned her head so Dean couldn’t see her face. She felt like a child, and she hated that. Something about this town was making her revert to the person she used to be before she met Sam and Dean, and she hated that person.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, deciding to be honest. “This town, it just-” She cleared her throat and wiped some tears from her eyes. “I don’t like who I am when I’m here. It’s making me into that, that insecure girl who tried to-” She cut herself off with a shake of her head.

“Tried to what?” Dean said.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “It was a long time ago.”

“(Y/N),” Dean pressed. She forced herself to look at him, and he reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. He noticed the way she leaned into his touch, and the way her eyes closed as she bit her lip made his heart ache. How had he been so oblivious to her pain for so long?

She sighed. “I was 18. It was just before I met you guys actually. Like, maybe a month before? I just, life was really hard.” She paused and blew some air out of her mouth. “Shawn just dumped me, and my dad had disappeared again, and I didn’t want to, I don’t know.” She shook her head again. “I crashed my car into a tree. Head on.” She scoffed and hung her head. “I was going so fast, Dean. I thought for sure it would do it. Turns out I couldn’t even kill myself right.” Dean was quiet, and she couldn’t get herself to turn her head and see his face. “And now look at me,” she almost laughed. “I’m 28-years-old, crying over my old life when I’m not even that girl anymore.”

She leaned back again and rested her hands on her stomach. Dean turned to look at her, and she allowed herself to meet his eyes. “I’m really okay now,” she said. “You know? Like, I am fat, but I’m okay with it. The world needs to stop treating that word like it’s a curse word or something. Like, I know my body is still good for a lot of things. I can kick monster ass, and I save people almost everyday. I’m not that girl who wants to hide anymore, but being here again-” She shuddered and shook her head. “-it’s just a little much.” Dean was still quiet, and she suddenly let out a soft laugh. “I told you you didn’t know everything about me.”

He tried to think of what to say. What could he say? He was happy she could own the word fat like it wasn’t an insult, but it didn’t mean he liked when she said it about herself. Yeah, she was thicker, but why did it matter? Why had people spent so long trying to convince her that it mattered? And she had tried to kill herself? Only a month before he met her? It was too much. She meant the world to him, and to know she had been so close to death without him by her side-

God, it was too much to think about.

Dean laid down next to her again and surprised her by putting his arm around her. Even when she instinctively flinched as his hand gripped her side, he forced her to stay put.

She turned her head to look at him to find he was just looking at the sky. She studied his face, not usually able to be so close to him. His freckles dotted across his nose and cheekbones, and his stubble was just starting to get to the point where she knew he’d probably do a trim. Even in the dark, she could see the bright greens of his eyes and the slight bags beneath them. His lower lip was just barely tucked between his teeth, and he suddenly darted his tongue out to lick it.

“You know I’m actually eight years older than you, right?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, snapping herself out of the trance she had managed to put herself in. “What?” she said. Dean turned his head to look at her.

“You said I was seven years older than you,” he said. “I’m eight. The minute you got it wrong I wanted to say something, but it didn’t seem like the right time.” She couldn’t help the way the corner of her lip curved up into a smirk.

“You’re such an idiot, Dean.”

Dean kissed her temple, and she could feel the smile on his lips. Her hands were still resting on her stomach, and she brushed one of her fingers along the band of Mary’s ring, allowing herself a moment to believe it wasn’t all pretend.

The two of them got back to the hotel room around midnight, and (Y/N) fell right into bed. Surprisingly, she and Dean were both out like lights. She slept well until about 3:00 in the morning when she woke up to the sound of Dean screaming.

Dean had been having a lot of nightmares since he got the mark. They were all so violent and bloody. Most of them ended with him killing Sam. Some of them had him killing her. Neither of them were good. He didn’t know if one was worse than the other. He knew destiny said he would end up killing Sam, so those felt like taunts over the future. The ones where he killed her just felt like the mark threatening to make him kill everyone he cared about.

(Y/N) sat up quickly, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She quickly turned on the lamp beside her bed and simultaneously grabbed her gun from the nightstand only to find the room empty. She looked over at the couch to see Dean laying rigid, his head thrashing from side to side. “No,” he mumbled. “No. (Y/N)!” He let out another shout followed by, “No! Run! No!” She swore it sounded like he was crying as she shot out of bed and rushed over to him.

“Dean,” she said, putting her hand on his arm. “Dean, wake up!” It took a few shakes before Dean sat up, breathing heavily in a panic. “Hey, hey, take a breath,” she said, keeping her hand on his arm. Her fingers accidentally brushed across the Mark of Cain, and Dean winced out of her grasp. She didn’t know if it hurt or if it was a reflex like the one she had earlier when he touched her side.

“Just a dream,” Dean mumbled, looking at her. He felt grounded as he looked into her eyes. Her calm, clear eyes. He put his hand on her cheek and brushed his thumb across her skin, nodding to himself. She was here. She was okay. She was alive. “Just a dream,” he said again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. He didn’t say anything, just dropped his hand and stared off into space for a moment. “Hey,” she said, putting her hand on his cheek, making him look at her. “I know you’re hurting, but you’re not alone, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, noticing the scratch in his voice from the shouting. “Yeah, I know.” She stood up from her crouched position and stuck her hand out.

“C’mon,” she said. “Come sleep in the bed.”

“It’s alright,” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t have-”

“I know I don’t have to,” she said. “I want to. Come on. This is ridiculous. If you’re gonna have nightmares, you should at least be comfortable during them.” Dean chuckled a bit and finally took her hand, allowing her to guide him to the bed. He got under the covers, and she laid beside him. She turned on her side, facing away from him, ready to head back to bed. Dean then cleared his throat.

“(Y/N)?” he said softly.

“Mm?” she hummed. She could hear him struggling to spit out what he was trying to say, so she turned her head to look at him. He almost looked embarrassed. “What’s up?” she asked.

This was stupid. Ridiculous. Why was he acting like a teenage boy? He just needed to say what he needed to say. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t that weird of a request. So what if he was being a little vulnerable? (Y/N) was his friend. She wouldn’t care.

Then fucking talk, Dean.

He looked down at her and instantly relaxed.

“Can I just hold you?” he asked. “In my dream, you just-” He stopped himself with an abrupt shake of his head. “It would just make me feel better.” She swallowed, trying to tell her heart to stop racing, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that’s okay.” Dean scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her so he was spooning her. They were both quiet, and she was still trying to get herself to relax in his grasp.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” Dean suddenly whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Sometimes he worried. Worried that the man the mark was making him become scared her. That someday, he would do something wrong -something too wrong- and she would never be able to look at him the same way. He just needed her to know -needed to make sure she knew- that no matter what, he would never, ever hurt her. The mark could never change him so much that he would hurt her.

“Course,” she mumbled, putting her hands on top of his and rubbing her thumb across his skin. She didn’t even realize the way her fingers played with his wedding band. He did. “We’ll get through this, Dean,” she whispered. “I promise.” Dean pressed a feather-light kiss to her ear.

“Sometimes I don’t think I deserve you,” he mumbled.

She almost scoffed. “You deserve everything that is good and more, and I won’t ever stop reminding you of that.” After a beat of silence, she added, “But if you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Why are your feet cold?” Dean asked.

“My feet are always cold,” she replied.

“Hm,” he hummed. “You should get that checked out.”

She yawned. “Go to bed, Dean.”

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Twelfth Night: Chapter 9, Ladies Dancing

Summary: ✨ S T A R W A R S ✨

Word count: 2,441

Disclaimer: Twelfth Night Preface

Tag list: @the-cowbi @prettyinlimegreenboots @fifty-for-the-racer @wormsiewithablog (ask to be added/removed)

A/N: Yes, I really did cry through 2 hours straight of Star Wars Episode IX Rise of Skywalker. Star Wars means a lot to me, okay? xD (I did wind up super dehydrated afterwards and had a headache for the whole next day as I tried to replace my fluids. It was a time.)

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Elaine smacked her hands down on the top of Finch’s console—which she could barely see over—making him and Mush jump. “Finch! What are you doing Sunday after the show?”

“Uh… Driving home for Christmas?”

“We’re going to go see Star Wars if you want to come.”

“I can’t. I’m driving home.”

“Okay. Mush, do you want to come?”

“I’ve never seen a Star Wars movie, so I’m going to pass.”

“You’ve never seen a Star Wars movie?”

“No. And when people react like that, it makes me want to never watch any of them, just to make a point.”

Elaine narrowed her eyes and stared at him. “Whatever. Weirdo.”

Alan appeared behind her. “Who’s a weirdo?”

“Mush.”

“Definitely.”

“Thanks,” Mush glared at Alan as he wandered into the wagon house. “So, you guys are twins?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You don’t really look alike.”

“Yeah, we both look like Alden and our mom, but not much like each other somehow.”

“I definitely would have guessed that either you or Alden or the two of them were the twins, not you and Alan.”

“We get that a lot.”

“Do you guys have twin telepathy?”

Elaine rolled her eyes. “No. That’s not a real thing.” She stuck her hands in her apron pockets and rocked back on her heels. “So, do you want to make this your first Star Wars movie?”

“Absolutely not.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough. Hey, JoJo!” she turned and trotted along behind the other boy as he headed into the wagon house. “Do you want to go and see Star Wars with us?”

“Who’s us?” JoJo asked.

“Uh… Me, Alan, Alden, Will, Jack, Crutchie, Elmer, and I think Sarah and Davey?”

“Sounds fun! When are we going?”

“Sunday after the show? It’ll be kind of a long day, and it’ll be a push for me and Crutchie and Sarah to get there with laundry, but we should be able to make the last showing for the night.”

“Okay! I’ll be there.”

.*.*.*.*.*.

Sunday was the last show day before Christmas. They had three full days off in a row for Christmas: the Monday that they normally had off, in addition to Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. JD had finished his finals and Elaine drove him to the airport to fly home early on Sunday morning, meaning that the apartment would be quieter than normal when they got home that night, between everyone else’s exhaustion and his absence. The Sunday show felt like the longest show they’d done since the start of the run. Everyone was jittery, full of nerves and anticipation for the day off.

At intermission, Jack, Albert, Race, and Elaine were crammed into the little alcove that housed the washers and dryers, doing their best to ignore the sulfuric stench seeping out of the washers’ drain pipes.

“That is just… so bad,” Race pinched his nose and stepped away from the pipes.

“I think,” said Albert, leaning forward to fruitlessly peer down the pipe, “that part of the drain must sit too high or at the wrong angle to drain properly, and that means that water just sits there without draining and just, like… stagnates.”

“You’d think with how much we run the washers it would flush it out, though,” Elaine grumbled. She was fiddling with the tiny bulb in the bite-light around her neck, trying to adjust its position so she could see better when using it.

Albert shrugged and leaned back, waving his hand in front of his face as if it would do something about the stink in the air. “I don’t know. That’s just my guess.”

Elaine shrugged, dropping her bite-light to adjust the dress laid out on one of the dryers for quick-change purposes.

“Hey, Finch!” Jack called, stopping him in his tracks. “Are you coming with us tonight?”

“I can’t,” Finch groaned. “I have to be home by seven tonight for family Christmas stuff.”

“Aw, are you sure?” Elaine leaned around Jack to peer at Finch.

“Yes,” Finch sighed. “If I’m late, my mom might actually kill me.” He glared at her. “I told you this the other day.”

“Did you? Probably.” Elaine sighed.

“I’m going to try and go see it Christmas Day,” he said. “But no spoilers before then!”

“Yeah, I’m going with my brothers tomorrow,” said Albert.

“Race, are you going tonight?” Finch asked.

“Nah,” Race shrugged. “I don’t care enough about Star Wars to brave the theatre on a weekend evening right before Christmas, which also happens to be the weekend directly after the movie opening.”

“That’s pretty valid,” Elaine admitted. “I wouldn’t for anything less than Star Wars.”

Race took a half-step away. “Star Wars isn’t worth it”—

“You get back here and say that to my face, Race Higgins,” Elaine snapped. She started to move towards him, but he danced away and Albert and Jack both reached out to stop her—Jack with an arm around her shoulders, Albert by grabbing the side of her apron.

“Them’s fightin’ words with Elaine,” Albert laughed.

“You bet they are,” Elaine grumbled. She jerked backwards and turned away to sneeze into her elbow, both of the boys taking a step away from her on each sneeze. “Ugh,” she groaned. She blew her nose and put hand sanitizer on, then went back to fiddling with her bite-light.

“Well, none of you better spoil it for me,” said Finch.

Elaine held her hands up. “Spoiler ban until at least after Christmas. Probably longer, depending on how many people see it over the break.”

“Good,” Finch nodded. “I guess, since I can’t go to Star Wars tonight, I’ll take a bad joke.”

Elaine’s face lit up. “Really? Okay, hang on, let me think of a good one. Um… What’s big and grey and can’t fly?”

“I don’t know. A whale?”

“No. Well, technically, yes, also true, but the answer I was looking for was ‘parking lot’.”

“Why the fuck would I have guessed parking lot?”

“I don’t know, but that’s the answer to the question,” she shrugged. “Have a good show!” She slipped out from between Jack and Albert, lifting her bite-light to her mouth as she stepped backstage. Seconds later, they heard spluttering, and she returned, face twisted into a grimace. “I got hand sanitizer on my bite-light…”

.*.*.*.*.*.

“I can’t believe you’re all going to the movies tonight.”

Elaine, Sarah, and Crutchie traded glances, then grinned up at Medda from where they were seated on the wagon house floor, waiting for the laundry to be finished. They had changed out of their uniforms, into far more comfortable street clothes, while waiting, and had already clocked out upstairs so they wouldn’t have to go back up in the crunch of time they had to get to the theater. “Medda, come on; it’s Star Wars,” Elaine laughed. “I personally won’t make it more than a few more days without seeing it. I’ll explode.”

Crutchie laughed. “That’s a definite possibility here.”

Medda shook her head, grinning. “That’s commitment.”

“The wash is almost done, and then we’ll be out of your hair, Medda,” Sarah said. “We already clocked out; we just need to hang up the shirts and tights and we’ll be gone.”

“We thought we timed it better to when the wash would be done,” Elaine sighed.

Before anyone could say anything further, there was a buzz and a chime from the direction of the washers. Elaine and Sarah leapt to their feet and Sarah darted towards the washers while Elaine helped Crutchie to his feet. Medda laughed to herself and headed off, shaking her head, to turn off the lights on the stage and in the house. By the time Crutchie was up and heading towards the z-racks and drying rack on the carpet, Sarah had pulled everything out of the washer and dumped the load into a basket. She shoved it to Elaine as the second washer began to chime; Elaine took the full basket over to Crutchie and the racks while Sarah filled the second, and they got to work.

Soon enough, all of the dress shirts had been hung on the z-racks, while all tights, fishnet stockings, dance briefs and undershorts, show bras, socks, and the brightly-colored elf leotards and undershirts were draped over the drying rack. The men’s undershirts went back into a washbasket and were tossed into a dryer with the sweat towels. Elaine powered on the washer while Sarah ran onto the stage to call to Medda that they were leaving, and then they were scurrying down the outside stairs, into the parking lot, and piling into Elaine’s car.

“Everyone buckled?” Elaine asked, not waiting for an answer as she shifted the gears and started driving.

“Wait!” Sarah giggled, clicking her seat belt into place.

“Elaine, have I never been in your backseat before?” Crutchie asked, pulling a beanie baby spider with giant, sparkly eyes out of the pouch on the back of Elaine’s seat.

“Uh, probably not,” she said. “We usually stick you in the front.”

“Ah, sorry!” said Sarah.

“No, it’s okay!” Crutchie said. “You get motion sickness. I don’t.” He reached into the seat pouch again, this time producing a large plastic box full of half-melted crayons. “Elaine, I have some serious questions about some of the stuff you have back here.”

“Wait, what did you find?”

“Melted crayons? Which kind of explains why it usually smells like crayons in here, actually…”

“Oh, I forgot about those. A lot of that stuff is leftover from the babysitting and nannying jobs I did back in Boston.”

“Like this spider?”

“Oh, no. He’s my friend. Give him here.” She reached her hand back, and Crutchie put the spider in it. Elaine set him on the recessed part of her dashboard behind her steering wheel, in front of the gas gauge. “Well, that makes it a little hard to see how much gas I have, but that’s okay.”

Crutchie and Sarah laughed. “You know you’re crazy, right?” Crutchie teased.

“All the best people are,” Elaine sang out as she pulled into the theatre parking lot. “Wow, it’s busier than I was expecting.”

“I hope we can still get tickets,” said Sarah.

“Alan said he and Jack and Davey got tickets for us already,” said Elaine. “He texted me before we left. They wanted to make sure we’d be able to get in.”

“Oh, good,” Sarah grinned.

Elaine parked the car and they all clambered out, heading for the theatre building. Inside, they found Alan, Alden, Will, Davey, Les, and Jack all waiting for them. JoJo and Elmer arrived just after them, and joined the group as Alan was talking:

“So, we weren’t able to get all of the seats together,” he said. “Most of us are in the third row. Jack and Davey said they’d take a pair of seats that’s a little further back, and then there’s another single seat a few down from the rest of us, but we’re going to try and just get the people in between us to swap for that one.”

“Okay,” Elaine nodded, accepting the ticket Alan handed her.

“Can I sit at the end of the row?” asked Crutchie. “It’s easier to get in and out, and I don’t want to have to walk past a bunch of people with my crutch.”

“Oh, yeah, Jack said you’d probably want that one, so I saved this ticket for you,” said Alden, passing the slip of paper to him.

“Okay, does everyone have a ticket?” Alan said. “Great. Let’s go. The movie starts in five minutes.”

.*.*.*.*.*.

When they all filed out of the theatre, Les and Alden in particular were chattering excitedly to each other, but the others were all talking over each other as well. The only one silent was, surprisingly, Elaine, who stood quietly tucked up against Will’s side, under his arm, eyes and nose red and cheeks tear-stained.

“You okay, Laine?” Jack teased.

“Shut up,” she sniffled.

Will laughed and rubbed her arm. “She got a little emotional during the movie.”

“‘A little’?” Alan repeated, laughing. “She cried for two hours straight through.”

“Wait, you could hear that?” Elaine gasped, mortified. “I thought I was being quiet!”

“You were quiet, just not… that quiet,” Crutchie laughed.

“Oh no…” she groaned.

“Why were you crying?” Jack asked.

“Leia,” Elaine sighed. “Look, Carrie Fisher was my idol as a kid. She’s the only celebrity whose death has made me cry”—

“Also for several hours,” Alan interjected.

—“and seeing her on the screen again was just… I mean, episode eight was bad enough, but this one was just… you know. Hard to watch, but in a good way. And the ending of a series, especially one that has meant so much to me as Star Wars has, is always an emotional time to me, so.” She shrugged.

“She also cried after the last Hobbit movie,” said Alan.

“And rewatching Return of the King,” said Alden.

“The last Jurassic World movie,” said Will. “Although that one wasn’t the last of the trilogy.”

“No, but it was traumatic,” said Elaine. “All the dinosaurs dying, and then the ones they rescued almost dying? Awful.”

“Don’t forget Detective Pikachu!” Alan piped up. “We went to see it for our birthday this year, and she cried the whole way home.”

“Can we not talk about how easily I cry please?” Elaine laughed. “Anyways, the reason I was crying then wasn’t so much about Detective Pikachu—even though that movie did make me weirdly emotional—I had a lot of things on my mind and the movie just kind of pushed me over the edge.”

“That’s valid,” Crutchie shrugged.

“Moving on,” said Jack, “who’s driving home with me?”

“You can either take Alan, Alden, Will, and Crutchie straight home, or take Davey, Sarah, and Les to the theatre to get Davey’s car,” said Elaine. “I’ll take whoever you don’t.”

“You should probably take the Jacobses,” said Jack, ignoring the twinge of reluctance in his stomach. “Your car is smaller. Don’t want to cram too many people into it.”

“Yeah, sitting in your back seat when it’s full is not fun,” Alden laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair; it is pretty tight back there,” Elaine agreed. “Let’s go, then. Davey, you’ll want to sit behind me; more leg room.”

“‘Cause she’s so short she has to sit inside of the steering wheel to reach it!” Alan called after them.

“Shut up!” Elaine yelled back.

“Make me!” Alan retorted, sticking his tongue out. “Oh, wait; you can’t! Your legs are too short. You’d never catch me!” He took off running towards Jack’s van in the distance.

“I hate it when he’s right,” Elaine grumbled.

[sohin-ace]

Kakyoin - Long Journey

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Your journey has been long and strewn with obstacles, and you were all in the car, hours away from your next destination.

You were sat in the back of the car between Jotaro and Kakyoin, dozing off. Your head was lolling from left to right, you tried your hardest not to fall asleep and bother the guys next to you, but were miserably failing as the Sandman was coming hard at you.

Kakyoin noticed this and put his arm around your form, pulling you towards him so you would lean on him and finally go to sleep.

You were too tired to say anything or react, so you just put your head on his shoulder and subconsciously clutched his uniform with your hand. He chuckled softly at how cute you acted. He didn't mind at all and let you rest like this until they found somewhere to stop by.

Some time passed and Kakyoin was still staring at the repetitive scenery through the window when he felt your grip on his chest loosen, more and more, slowly. He didn't think much of it at first, but then he felt your hand limp down to his lap.

It was no big deal, but the way you hand slowly slid down his chest almost made it feel like you did it on purpose. For that, he didn't mind too much even if it would be odd, that actually wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that your hand was now laid in the most inappropriate place in his lap, resting right over his crotch.

Confused, he leaned over slightly to glance at your face, wondering if you were awake and was pulling a prank on him or something. But when he saw your peaceful face, closed eyes, and parted lips that let out quiet snores, he knew that you were completely unaware of the situation.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't something to fret about, that you didn't do it to tease him or anything, it was completely innocent on your part. You were fast asleep, after all.

Nothing to get excited or nervous about right? He tried to shrug it off and look back outside the window.

But for some reason, the male just couldn't shake the feeling off. He couldn't ignore the feeling of your small hand touching him there. The small bit of pressure resting between his legs.

Why was he thinking about that now? He always knew to shake off these kind of thoughts out of his mind but now, his attention was only brought to this. Why was that? He asked himself.

Maybe it was because there wasn't anything to do in a car during a trip. Maybe his mind was bored and latched onto every single ounce of excitement it could get.

Also, it wasn't like your hand limped on it's back, no. It would be too easy. He could actually feel your curled fingers subtly over him and this single detail drove him nuts.

His hormones were racing in his veins. The red head started sweating, the temperature rose exponentially inside him. He tried to squirm a little bit in his seat to maybe fix the problem, but of course, it was useless.

Telling himself to ignore it just made him think about it even more. The more he thought about it, the more details he felt it in and his mind raced with unholly thoughts. Thoughts that he wouldn't even dare have alone at night.

'Stop thinking, just look at the trees, yeah, the trees... Focus on the trees...'

He tried to force new thoughts in his head but his attention was always distracted back to you. He tried to focus on literally anything he could. His eyes traveled from the scenery to the inside of the car, to Polnareff, then to Jotaro next to him, who was staring at nothing.

The taller male felt eyes on him and glanced back at the red head who darted his eyes away as if nothing was happening. But Jojo wasn't dumb and noticed his friend looked very nervous and stressed for some reason. But for the time, he shrugged it off and looked somewhere else.

Kakyoin on the other hand was debating on what to do. Should he just move your hand somewhere else? But what if it woke you up and you got the wrong idea? He also didn't want to bring Jotaro's attention on this matter. The best thing to do was to ignore it...

...But he COULDN'T.

Just as he was debating in his mind, your fingers twitched just slightly and the male tensed up visibly, his heart skipping a beat.

'Oh no... Please god no...'

He sighed, a worried expression on his face. This was indeed worrisome. If he could just ignore that feeling, there would be no issue. He was still wondering why he was focusing on it so much.

After all, it was nothing, right? It's not like you were pressing against it or grabbing it. You both weren't in an intimate context that would get him so riled up, at all. But for some reason he was very sensitive today.

This was a lot of pressure on the poor teenager and his uncontrolable hormones. It really didn't help that he liked you a lot, and found you very attractive.

As if the world was against him, you stretched a little bit in your sleep and moved to be more comfortable against him, which, of course, implied you moving your hand and opening your fingers, resting all your digits on his forbidden area.

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth in a silent gasp, careful to not bring any attention towards him. This action alone felt like a tingly caress to him, which would have been heavenly on litterally any other parts of his body but this one. He threw his head back and gulped, sweating more.

'Come on, Noriaki, you're a man, you can control yourself, it's all about self-control. Don't. Don't. Don't...' He chanted in his mind. Maybe if he repeated it enough times in his head, it would actually work and calm him down.

His breathing became more shallow as he felt what seemed to be the worst case scenario possible growing in his pants. Jotaro noticed his friend's behavior and his breathing getting heavier and finally broke the ice.

"Kakyoin, are you okay? You look pale." Jotaro asked calmly, but with obvious concern.

He felt hotter and hotter by the second, panicking. He had to do something about it as soon as possible. Jotaro was already noticing something was wrong, it was too late now.

"I uh... I don't feel so good..." Kakyoin half-lied as an excuse to stop and maybe get out of this situation.

"Huh? Kakyoin, you're sick? You want to stop?" Polnareff asked while glancing at Kakyoin through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah let's stop for a while and get some fresh air. We've been rolling for a moment now." Joseph suggested.

The car finally stopped, and the noises of doors opening and the cold air hitting you woke you up. You sighed and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and face, finally removing your chaos-making hand from the boy. Kakyoin would have been the most relieved man on Earth, if the damage wasn't already done.

He still had his arm secured around you, not daring moving after all that was happening to his stiff body. You noticed you were snuggled in his arms and looked up at him, smiling brightly, happy to wake up in the arms of the one you loved.

"Kakyoin, you're really warm and comfy~ Thank you for being my pillow!" you joked cutely and his heart jumped.

He felt bad to have had such sinful thoughts about a pure angel like you. He sighed, disappointed in himself. He always tried his best to be a gentleman and respect women. But at the end of the day, he was still a man with impulses. He smiled at you and let you go as you separated from him.

"Y/N, come here, we can see the ocean." Jotaro called you from outside.

"Comin'! Kakyoin, come with us look at the ocean!" you grabbed his arm to usher him out of the car with you. The red head was not comfortable with getting up immediately and risking showing his shameful accident to the world and to you, but before he could tell you anything, Jotaro beat him to it.

"Yare yare daze, just leave the guy be, he's sick. Get out already." you huffed and complied, following the tall male.

"Okay! Jeez. Kakyoin, we'll wait for you!" You then got off and he was left alone.

Kakyoin finally relaxed, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands, puffing his anxiety out. "Jesus, that was close... I need to get a serious grip..."

Jotaro then came in next to Kakyoin and knocked on the window. Kakyoin jumped and glanced at his friend who gestured him to roll down the window, which the red head did.

Jotaro then leaned in close "I got her distracted. You go take care of your stuff." Jotaro told him quietly, referencing to only one thing.

Kakyoin's eyes widened for a second, surprised that Jotaro even noticed, but his eyes then softened on his friend, slightly blushing.

"Thanks, Jotaro. You really are a brother..."

The dark haired male barely smiled and got away, leaving his friend on his matter. Kakyoin smiled to himself, his nerves calming slowly.

This was going to be a long journey.

I love it when I travel with children and they don't dare fall asleep on me, so I just reach out and let them rest on my shoulder like babies~ I'm like the best auntie ever 🤭

[collecting-stories]

17 - Racetrack Higgins

A/N: Modern AU of Racetrack Higgins because I couldn’t help myself. It’s a little all over the place probably but I’m out of practice. 

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“You know, cameras have tripods.”  

“Can you just,” Race waved his hand dramatically, as if to suggest that you sit and not complain.  

It was you who had asked to hang out after school anyway. Though not because, as you had explained in text, Katherine bailed. More so because Katherine had suggested that there might be something there between the two of you.  

“You’re always spending time alone.”  

“I spend alone time with Crutchie.”  

“Crutchie is gay.” Katherine had replied.  

“I spend alone time with Finch.” You tried for a second example, annoyed that Crutchie’s orientation would deter using him as a plausible reason why hanging with Racetrack didn’t mean you had feelings for him.  

“Also gay.”  

“Damn,” you cursed, “well whatever, that doesn’t mean I like Race, we’re just friends. We hang out the same amount I hang out with everyone else.”  

“Okay,” Katherine shrugged but you knew she wasn’t handing over any victory to you, “maybe you don’t like him but he likes you.”  

“Okay yourself Kath, lets rejoin earth shall we?” You replied, rolling your eyes at her.  

“He likes you.”

“He likes that we’re friends and that I agree to do stuff like, go with him after school and wait around while he practices.” You were hard set on the never-ending and never-evolving friendship of you and Racetrack.  

“He likes you watching him practice.”  

You could only roll your eyes at her, heading off to your last class before the day ended.

So you texted Race last minute, asking if he wanted to hang out after school because you wanted to prove yourself right. There was no way he liked you. If anything you were just the overly supportive friend who was ready with a compliment or a helping hand. He had practice today, nothing serious like a class, just him practicing for his college auditions. So he offered that you could tag along, promising it would be both fun and worth your while.  

‘Watching you dance is worth my while’ you texted back. Jojo and Finch could dance too and there was heavy debate over who’s extension was better between the three but you knew you liked watching Racetrack dance the most.  

‘Your a peach’ he texted back. Accompanied by a peach and a winking emoji.  

You let the conversation die and finished your math homework in what remained of study hall.  

While you had been to the studio the boys practiced at before you usually ended up in the waiting room or the observation room that parents were allowed to sit in. Even when it was just two of them goofing off for an hour of rented time you never went in. Race said once it was because you were distracting. You took it as an insult and typically refrained from going with him to the studio. It was Finch who usually invited you along. You figured the afternoon would play out typically so you sat in one of the benches in the waiting area as Race started to head toward the studio he reserved.  

“What are you doing?” He paused in the open door way and looked over, perplexed that you weren’t following him.  

“Waiting here?”  

“Come on.” He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to follow him.  

“Oh, alright.”  

You really liked dance, a conversation you’d had before with Finch. You were not in the slightest coordinated and doing even a cartwheel freaked you out when you were a kid but you loved watching other people dance. You’d been friends with Race since you were little and he’d always been this fluid. Even as kids his handstands and cartwheels and backflips had been so much better than all the other kids. And he never teased you about not doing them yourself. At this point you probably had two left feet but that wasn’t any matter to you, dance just looked incredible and you were happy to be there watching it happen.  

You managed to keep the camera steady through the entirety of his dance, trying to watch him both in person and through the tiny screen. You were not artistically gifted in any of the ways you wanted to be but you could appreciate someone who was.  

“That was really good!” You said, handing over the camera.  

“You always say that. You said that when Jojo fell off the chair after our tap recital two years ago.” Racetrack pointed out, hitting the playback on the camera so he could watch the video.  

“Well he got right back up.”

“That doesn’t exactly win you any brownie points.”

You rolled your eyes, “nobody’s perfect Race.”  

Katherine always teased you about hanging out with Race along but it was only in the last year that you’d started to again. There was a whole two year gap when he couldn’t be bothered to spend a second alone with you. In all honesty, while it had hurt your feelings more than you would ever admit to him you had just assumed it was part of growing up. Friends drifted apart and you were lucky that he seemed to get over whatever it was that kept him away.  

“Here, I wanna run through it again.” He handed over the camera for you to record his second attempt. You’d finished half your English homework during his stretching but now that lay forgotten so that you could double as a tripod.  

“You know, Finch has one of those like, tripod’s that attach to anything. You should borrow it next time.” You pointed out.  

“Good for Finch.”  

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re the one who asked to hang out.”  

“I’m not trying to argue Race, I was just making an observation.” You replied, watching him deflate. He was always a little too ready for an argument.  

“Sorry, just, are you ready?”  

“Yes.”  

The second time looked the same as the first though judging by his face as he watched the playback you were certain it was better. He even replayed the flip for you, explaining how it was tighter. Technique you didn’t have the brain to fathom but you knew good dancing when you saw it and his was amazing.  

“You looked great both times honestly,” you confessed, gathering your books together as he stretched again.  

“Well unfortunately you aren’t on the audition panel, though if you were you’d probably just pass everyone.”  

“Not everyone.” You laughed. “Though the flip without any kind of head start will always be impressive to me.”  

“It isn’t that hard.” Race replied, “I mean, you could probably do it if you practiced.”  

“No thanks, the last time I attempted a flip of any kind I broke my leg.”  

Race frowned, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to place the memory of you in a cast, “I don’t remember that.”  

“It was two summers ago, we weren’t really hanging out. I was at Finch’s house on the trampoline and he convinced me to try a flip.” You replied, “I was casted for most of the summer.”  

“He should’ve been watching you.”  

“He was. Doesn’t mean he could stop me from landing off the trampoline.” You shrugged. “It’s old news now, but it’s only solidified my decision to never attempt gymnastics or dancing again.”  

Race grinned, “you slow danced with me at homecoming.”

“I am powerless to say no to you.” You replied, smiling. It was true after all.  

A beat passed before Race finally spoke up again, “thanks for coming along, it’s nice to have the encouragement.”  

“Anytime, I’ve never been in here before. It was kinda fun.”  

“I thought you came with Finch a lot.”  

“Usually I just meet him after or I wait in the lobby. I’ve never actually been in here. You know how he gets.” You laughed. Finch didn’t like showing anyone his routines until they were completely polished. He was more of a perfectionist than Jojo or Racetrack in that sense.  

“Oh, yeah.”  

“What’s your deal with Finch?” You asked. It was the other piece of the something that Katherine had mentioned to you. The two of them had a long standing history of being friends through other friends but you didn’t think they’d been close since sixth grade. You had all your classes with Finch that year and the two of you had grown close.  

“What’d you mean?” Race asked, shouldering his bag and heading out of the studio ahead of you.  

“I mean, you guys used to hang out all the time and now you never do. I asked Finch about it but he didn’t have a clue.” You had asked, about three weeks ago when the two of you were having a sleepover with Buttons. Neither boy seemed to know the reason behind Race not wanting to hang with Finch anymore.  

Racetrack shrugged, “just closer with other guys I guess.”  

That wasn’t it at all though. It was irrational, especially now that Finch was dating Buttons, but that didn’t mean the feelings of jealousy that Race had been experiencing towards his once-friend weren’t real. It started the same place your friendship with Finch had started, in 6th grade. Race was already friends with him because they lived across from each other but you had never shown much interest in the other boy. And then 6th grade started and it was like you couldn’t stop hanging out with him and talking about him and Race just got more and more angry thinking about it.  

His annoyance at his once friend had eased significantly when Finch announced that he and Buttons were dating but that still didn’t ease all Race’s hostility. It still annoyed him that you spent so much time and energy on Finch. That you mentioned him all the time. Finch said this or Finch said that. Davey told him he was being unreasonably paranoid and that if he wanted to not completely ruin whatever friendship he had with you and Finch.  

“What do you wanna get for dinner?” You asked, letting the topic die. Katherine had told you more than once that she thought Race was jealous, that, she was convinced, was why he didn’t hang out with you from 8th to 11th grade.  

“I’ve been craving a bread bowl lately.” Race replied, starting up his vape as you pulled out of the parking lot.  

“Panera it is.”  

For being as lean as he was, Race could put away a lot of food. A bread bowl and soup, part of a baguette, a smoothie, and a chocolate chip cookie. Plus your bag of chips leftover from the sandwich you got. He didn’t say anything during lunch and you figured he was done with the Finch discussion. You knew you shouldn’t have brought the topic up in the first place but you were bothered by his behavior toward someone that was supposed to be friends with both of you. He acted like a jealous boyfriend half the time, annoyed when you mentioned something Finch said or did or talked about hanging out with him.  

And maybe Race was done with the topic of Finch but you weren’t, not when you really let yourself think about it. The more you thought the more annoyed you became. “I still don’t get why you don’t like Finch.” You mentioned, sitting in the car with Race as you drove home from Panera together.  

“I still don’t get why we’re having this conversation in the first place.”

“Because every time I mention him you get all pissed off.” You replied, “like right now.”

“I’m not pissed off.”

“Race-”

“Look, what do you care anyway? He’s gay, he’s not interested in you so I don’t know why you’re so head over heels for him.”

“Head over heels? Race, what are you talking about? Finch is my friend-”

“Yeah, such an awesome friend you had to ditch all your other friends!” Racetrack snapped, throwing his back against the seat as he crossed his arms over his chest.  

“What?” You felt like someone had just punched you in the gut. He sounded so angry and hurt and you weren’t entirely sure why. “What are you talking about Race?”

“Can we just drop it?” He asked, looking out the window.  

At the next light you pulled off onto a residential road and parked your car on the side of the street. Cutting the engine, you turned to Race, who still wasn’t looking at you. “Race-”

“I don’t have any hard feelings against Finch, he’s a cool guy.”  

“Then what’s it about?”

“It’s stupid...” Racetrack sighed, “I just...I know Finch is with Buttons and there’s nothing between you guys but I didn’t know that in middle school and I just felt like I was losing my best friend to this other kid.”  

“I never liked Finch like that Race, he’s just a cool guy that I liked hanging out with. I didn’t, and don’t like him. But I do like you.”

“Yeah?” Race asked, blush betraying his attempts to remain cool under the pressure of the conversation.  

“You’re incredible Race. I don’t even know how to describe it.”  

“You too...I like you, alot. It’s stupid but...I didn’t mean to be a douche about Finch. He’s a cool guy I guess I’m just kind of jealous that you spend so much time with him.”  

“I like spending time with you more. This afternoon has been awesome, even if we did argue.”

“The arguing wasn’t all bad.” Racetrack laughed, leaning forward and kissing you on the corner of the mouth. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as his lips brushed the edge of yours.  

-

I have so many newsies scenarios running through my head and I can’t think of how to write any of them. 

[piffyfaq]

Here's the basics!

This will expand over time! :]

1. I might change my name a lot!

I've went by previous names, but don't say them unless you're a good friend of mine.

My name is Brute!

Piff/Pip is a nicknamed based on Epiphany. Which was a name I was considering. :)

2. I'm nonbinary! (specifically agender/genderflux)

I use neopronouns!

Sun/Suns are preferred and mandatory.

Here's how they can be used!

Sun/Suns/Sunself |

"I recommend Brute's art, sun has an amazing art style!"

"I like Brute's art! Suns way of drawing is cool!"

"Perhaps sun could give you a link sunself."

3. I am Taken!

Lave is my girlfriend!

I talk about them and with them frequently, if you have not noticed. Yes, we are dating. We are together. In a relationship. I'm her joyfriend.

And we're both polyamorous! We have two other s/os but I don't think they wanna disclose who they are which is fine <3

I am only saying this because I know you guys before liked to accuse me of cheating and shit for some fucking reason. It's not really any of your business.

But yes, for the sake of clarifying: we are dating.

4. I am White.

And if you guys ever have anything you need to confront or call me out about, please let me know. Please.

I am trying my best to unlearn a lot and educate myself. Please don't hesitate to talk to me about it.

5. I'm 20 years old!

And my blogs are +16

And I would heavily implore that you do not interact with my page unless you are at least 16.

I'm discomforted by minors specifically seeing my things when I typically make things humored towards adults. Not everything I make is +18, but I have that sort of language and humor and I would again like to protect you from that rather than project it.

That and I get attached to friends quite quickly and I'd prefer not to be close friends with a minor as a 20 year old... It would make me feel very uncomfortable.

Again I hope you understand...

6. Please Use Tone Indicators

I got a lot of mental problems going on.

I'm autistic (and otherwise neurodivergent for a sea of other reasons on top of that) and ommunication is. :] hard.

I have adhd so topics and fixations might bounce around a lot. I also have severe anxiety so like, that's fun.

I won't get into how all my uh. breakdowns and reactions work cuz I feel like that's a bit... hhh. But all I ask is that you be patient with me. :]

/j = joking

/hj = half joking

/s = sarcastic

/srs = serious

/p = platonic

/r = romantic

/l or /Ly = lyrics

/t = teasing

/nm = not actually mad/upset

/neg = negative connotation

/pos = positive connotation

/lh = lighthearted

/nbh = no body here

/li = literally

/ij = inside joke

/rh or /rt = rhetorical question

/gen = genuine question

/hyp = hyperbole

/c = copypasta

/f = fake

/g = genuine

Fandoms I Might Talk About |

- Danganronpa (unfortunately)

- Punch Out (specifically Punch Out Wii era)

LOZ (mostly Linebeck tho)

Dream Daddy (Self Indulgent...)

Jojo's Bizarre (Not all of it tho)

Lupin III (kinda)

Don't Starve (kinda)

Mario Bros (barely - maybe about Luigi or Bowser)

Sonic (tho mostly OC shit with my brother if anything)

Animal Crossing (SELF INDULGENT...)

ATLA/LOK (tho not so much anymore...)

(surely there's more but ye)

They're mostly seen on @thefixationstation, however.