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bumblequinn · 2 years ago

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hi @sourpatchsquids! thank you for your question.

as an artist with ADHD, i know this struggle very well. unfortunately offering advice on this kind of thing can be tricky, because what works for me may not work for you (and vice versa!). nonetheless, i can try; take whatever works for you, forget the rest, or reshape any part of it as you see fit. :)

but before i offer any actual tools, i have one caveat. i want you to take a moment to reflect and consider if you should be:

changing expectations

the timing of this question seems fated, because just the other day i had a therapy session wherein i expressed my grief and frustration over struggling to work lately due to my seasonal depression. it's not fair that i'm struggling just because it got a little darker outside! i just want the spark i had in the summer! i was so much more consistent!

my therapist's response: nothing about human beings is consistent. we get sick, we get tired, we get hungry and thirsty (and thirsty) and sad and lonely and restless and stressed and overwhelmed. this all gets amplified for folks who are atypical in some way or another.

when my therapist compared our seasonal cycles to those of plants and other animals, who wilt and slow down and hibernate, i protested aloud that i wanted to be a perennial instead. at this she said: even perennials change with the seasons. rose bushes have to be pruned, sometimes down to half their height! it was a dose of perspective i didn't particularly want, but really needed.

so when you're struggling to work through executive dysfunction, burnout, or brain fog, it can help to first check in with yourself about a few things. what do you have the capacity for right now? do you need any accommodation? and if so, what changes you might make to accommodate yourself?

with practice and self reflection, i've learned a handful of specific routines that help me when i'm struggling with creative work, which i'll detail next. note that while your question is specifically about music and i am specifically a musician, i believe that all of these suggestions can apply to most any form of digital creative work.

with that in mind:

#1: work slower

when i'm at the top of my game, i can get a LOT done in a day. but when i'm depressed, fatigued, or distracted, i just can't go full steam. sometimes i'll try to convince myself that i can if i just push harder, but what actually ends up happening is that i'm just fiddling with settings and going in circles rather than moving forward.

instead of that, when i want to work a lot but can't, i try to work slow. how slow? however slow i need to. take four hours to figure out the melody for a single verse. take all day to figure out that drum groove. yeah, i take a lot of breaks in between. who says i have to be my Absolute Most Productive Every Day Or Else? that's the puritan work ethic talking. kill it. be kind to yourself.

i'm reminded of advice i once read about some super successful and prolific author (gaiman? king? pratchett?) who said they wrote only four hundred words every weekday. that's already less than the word count of this post, and i'm only—[travels into the future to check my final word count]... 22.8% of the way through writing it!

now, i don't think i could function that way, because ADHD means some days i'm hyperfocused like crazy, and other days i just have no steam at all (more on that in #4-6). but it seems to me that if even someone highly respected in their profession can achieve what they have with only a little bit of work on a regular basis, maybe i don't have to punish myself for not pumping out a finished work every single week.

doing less work per day means you're much less likely to burn out, which does a lot for working more consistently. if that consistency still doesn't look like a five-day work week, that's okay! as long as it helps you work even a little more often when you want to, it's something worth doing.

however, if you're still feeling truly stuck, all hope isn't lost. you can still try:

#2: switch projects

sometimes the reason i'm moving slow is because of a bad brain day, but sometimes the reason is that i just cannot muster the motivation to do the specific task i'm trying to do right now. ADHD is fueled by novelty and interest, and if i'm not interested in what i'm doing, or it's feeling stale, that's a sign that i need to switch gears.

this is why first it's helpful for me to have more than one project going at a time. this might mean completely unrelated works, or it might just mean related tracks as with the music for a game like SLARPG or susan taxpayer.

the idea here is not to start a dozen different projects and bounce around them like i'm playing whac-a-mole—though i have done that. (i don't recommend it.) the idea here is to have a manageable number of different projects i can be working on so that if i get bored or stuck on something, i have fallback options.

what that number of projects is depends entirely on the week. maybe right now it's two, maybe another time it's three. i would probably be getting carried away if i tried more than that, but that's just my own limit. maybe yours is different. that's something for you to think about.

but it doesn't have to stop there.

#3: switch focus

maybe there is this one project that i just HAVE to work on, but the task i'm trying to do at this stage just isn't coming to me. okay, well, why don't i try working on a different task?

let's say i can't figure out what i want to do with the melody in one part of the song:

what if i try jumping ahead to a different part of the melody? ...no, i'm stumped on melodies today. okay, how about working on the drums instead? ...hmm no, i think i'm just completely tapped out on writing parts right now. alright, what if i organized my tracks, making sure they're all grouped and named in a way that i can work with easily? what if i did a rough volume balance for the mix?

and so on. if that's not enough to shake the off stuckness, i might consider: what can i do to make this project more interesting to me?

what happens if i try using an instrument or effect that i almost never reach for? what if i try sampling something obscure? what if i bang out the drums using my midi keyboard instead of drawing it in on the piano roll?

any approach that breaks me out of my usual habits is bound to get that feeling of novelty and fun back when i need it.

or maybe i can't do any of that right now, and so i take the time to answer a question from a fellow musician instead. i consider that part of my work, too, in a broader sense. check in with yourself and figure out what you can do right now. the rest will still be there later.

but okay, let's say you try switching gears, and switching again, and again, and nothing is moving. you try new approaches, but that wall of awful is insurmountable in this moment. it happens! the next thing you might try is:

#4: learn something new

when you aren't able to make progress on your projects, you can still make progress on your knowledge and craft. i often find this stokes a flame of inspiration in me where there wasn't one before. and even when it doesn't, it still gets my brain out of that feeling of stuckness and dread and into one of thought and action. learning also benefits in the long term because it adds to the well of knowledge from which you draw for all your future works.

for all the awfulness that exists on the internet, it remains an absolute treasure trove of teaching. there's an endless ocean of videos, blog posts, and articles from which you might learn something about your craft. (and if you sail the seven seas, plenty of book PDFs as well. 🦜🏴‍☠️)

it's true that the quality and depth of information out there can vary wildly, but in my experience most resources get at least some things right. and the more you research, practice, and figure out what works for you, the better you will learn to differentiate between the advice worth keeping, and the advice to forget. (that goes for all of what i'm saying here, too!)

that said, since our shared focus is music, a few resources i would highly recommend are:

music theory and composition music matters, 12tone, charles cornell, music with myles, 8-bit music theory, and this introduction by andrew huang

mixing and production dan worrall (especially this series for fabfilter), kush after hours, red means recording, andrew huang, alice yalcin efe, in the mix

general inspiration nahre sol, ben levin, david hilowitz, game score fanfare, posy, jerobeam fenderson, open reel ensemble, and ELECTRONICOS FANTASTICOS!

(if any readers have their own helpful resources for creating music or any other media, feel free to share in the replies & reblogs! 💓)

of course, on an especially bad day, it might be a challenge to seek out information, let alone retain it. that can feel pretty bad, but remember: be kind to yourself. the next thing you might consider trying is:

#5: consume art you love

not just music. books. shows. movies. games. illustration. animation. whatever moves and inspires you.

but do it intentionally. don't just pull up some random thing the algorithm suggested! check in with yourself about what you want (or are able) to engage with right now. choose accordingly. if you get a little way into it and realize it's not scratching that itch, hit the bricks. check in with yourself again. wash, rinse, repeat, until you find whatever it is that speaks to you right now.

and do it actively, if you can. don't just let it go in one eye and out the other! really pay attention to the work. what do you like about it? what are its themes and motifs? what makes it work so well? what are its flaws, and how much do they matter? what might you do differently? you can write notes as you do this if it helps, but even simply noticing and thinking goes a long way.

what you don't want to do is come at this with a lens of shame or envy. you're not here just to say to yourself, "ugh, if only i could do THAT." it's okay if it happens. use that thought as a springboard for curiosity: "well okay, how DID they do that? do i have the resources for it? if so, how could i apply that to my own work? if not, how can i adapt it, or what do i need to learn?" keep your mind open and approach the work with a sense of wonder.

as a creative person, it's very easy to think, "i should be making something right now, not watching a movie!" but that thought forgets something vital: your art is a response in a conversation. of course the "language" you use is your own, and maybe if you're lucky you'll invent a new word. but most of the words you use have been around long before you were born. you're just one voice in a dialogue that spans continents and generations, and that's okay. it's even the whole point.

none of us is an island. we are profoundly social animals. just as we can't live without eating, we can't make without learning. so half of making art is consuming it. consider this part of the process as well.

and finally,

#6: rest, and live your life

let's say you're in really dire straits. you've tried working slower. you tried changing focus, you tried changing projects. you want to take in new information or actively engage with your favorite art, but you're not in the headspace for it. what now?

take a nap. take a walk. take a shower. eat a nice meal, or an okay one. talk to a friend. maybe even do that chore you've been putting off (you know the one).

it's human to always crave making, but you're not a machine—and even if you were, machines need regular maintenance, too! you wouldn't drive a car that's completely out of gas, and you won't do yourself any favors treating your body that way either.

i know that when you take a break it feels as though you're not accomplishing anything, but you are: you're taking care of your animal self. and while you do that, your creative brain doesn't stop working! much like windows, it has countless background processes running at any given moment, with inscrutable names like "cbdhsvc_692da" or "Microsoft Edge Update Service." it's true, i checked.

when you're stuck on a project and you step away to rest, your brain is still chipping away at your ideas unconsciously. i like to tell people, "it's percolating." much like waiting for a pot of water to boil, that idea is still heating up, even when you take a step away. just be sure to check in on it once in a while. the time will pass, and it'll be boiling again before long. :)

before i go, i'll leave you with one last thing to keep in mind as you try all of these strategies:

be kind to yourself.

being human is just about one of the hardest things you can do. let alone being a human trying to survive capitalism while living with disabilities! the last thing you need on top of that is to overwork yourself, talk to yourself negatively, or treat yourself harshly. there are plenty of other people in the world who do that to you—don't be one of them.

i'm not saying that you shouldn't try to challenge yourself, to test your limits and go above and beyond your ambitions, if that's what you want to do. just remember that hard work and self compassion are not mutually exclusive. so be careful not to bully yourself. take pride in the progress you make, even when it seems small. encourage yourself like you would a friend who's going through a hard time. and when you challenge yourself, be your own cheerleader.

i hope you find this advice helpful! remember, this is just what helps me, so don't feel like you have to follow any of it exactly. maybe taking time to learn new information helps break you out of your rut more than working slowly, so you reach for that tool first. maybe having multiple projects going at once is too distracting for you, so you prefer to stick to one at a time. whatever your needs are, feel free to alter and adapt these ideas to fit you.

thank you for reading, and i wish you the best of luck in your creating.

with care, bee 🐦

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spiderb00 · 8 months ago

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Clueless - Daniela Avanzini

Daniela Avanzini X reader

Synopsis: You were surprised to see, that a woman like that would really be into you.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I think I'm going to write for other people outside of Katseye, I don't know, I'm experimenting. But while that doesn't happen, I had this plot idea with Daniela.

Maybe I made a mistake in writing, I'm too lazy to revise. <3

You met Dani a few weeks ago, it wasn't planned, but it ended up happening. The agreement was that you would stop by the Kats' house to pick up Megan, a mutual friend of yours, Kylie Cantrall, had asked the two of you to hang out.

It turns out that Megan wasn't ready when you arrived, so while you were on the couch, fiddling with your phone, a voice took your attention away.

"Uh, hello?" when you looked up your mind tied a knot. Sure, you'd already seen Daniela in Katseye's MV, but damn, She looked prettier up close.

"Hi, I'm Yn, sorry, I'm just waiting for Megan." You said, trying not to look like an idiot.

"Oh sure, Yn, Megan talks a lot about you. I'm Daniela." She says shaking your hand. It could be something in your head, but she had looked you up and down, she seemed to be checking on you.

"So, are you and Megan something more or what?" Daniela says biting her lower lip. Her head was racing, how could she be so incredibly hot?

"What? No, we're just good friends." you say, your voice faltering.

"Good to know." She says as she looks at you.

Your head doesn't have time to process what she said, because Megan had just appeared in the room, dragging you out and saying goodbye to Daniela.

Your other opportunity to meet Daniela was when you and Megan got together for a sleepover. The orange-haired girl proposed that you spend the night right after a party. And as it seemed too dangerous to return home at that time, you accepted the invitation.

So there you were, coming out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a spider-man t-shirt, courtesy of the changes of clothes you leave in your car. When you opened the door, Daniela was there, in all her glory, leaning against the doorframe. And you could drool in her pajamas, even if it was just a big sweatshirt and short shorts.

"Wow, I must have done something really good to get the universe to leave you in my bathroom." If it came from anyone else, you'd think it's extremely stupid, but when it comes out of Daniela's mouth, it sounds like the most beautiful poem.

"Hi Dani, I'm sorry, if I had known you wanted to use the bathroom I would have been quicker." You said, thanking the heavens that your mind was able to formulate a sentence.

"It's okay, the wait was worth it, you're cute in your pajamas." She said as she fiddled with the collar of her T-shirt.

Goosebumps running through your body, your short-circuited brain can't formulate anything, but you can hear a giggle from Dani in the background, followed by the bathroom door closing.

You've always been interested in music, and when Lara said she needed a guitar riff for a production she was working on, you immediately offered to help her.

So now while Lara was getting some snacks in the kitchen you were in her room working on the riff you would make, so concentrated that you didn't hear Daniela's footsteps getting closer and closer.

"I didn't think you could get hotter, but I underestimated you." she said, a smile on her face when she saw you jump slightly in fright.

"Dani, I didn't know you were there." You said, nervous hands scratching the back of your neck.

"How long have you been playing guitar?" she asks sitting next to him, in the chair where Lara used to be occupied.

"Since I was a child. I've always loved music, so I kind of love all of it." You said, your eyes traveling between Daniela, your guitar and Lara's things.

"This is so cool, I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar, maybe you can teach me one day." Daniela says, her gaze never averting from you, making you more nervous.

"Of course, I'd love to hear you sing too, you have a very beautiful voice."

Daniela smiles when you look at her, the two of you in silence. Her intense looks seemed to mean something, something you didn't know.

"You're very pretty," Daniela says, her eyes moving from your mouth back to your eyes.

"What? Have you seen yourself? You're one of the prettiest girls I know, Dani."

Again, she doesn't say anything, her big brown eyes staring at you. It seemed that with every second she became more beautiful, How is this possible?

The exchange of glances was interrupted when Lara entered the room, her hand full of snacks and red bull, the perfect combination for hours of work.

"Dani, I love you, but it's not time to make your move, we have a lot to work on.

Lara said, shooing a half-dazed Daniela out of her chair.

What did you mean by "making your move"?

By this time your friendship with the Kats was much stronger, you loved those girls, but you were still confused by Dani's advances, you kept telling yourself that this should be her way, just a relaxed way to play with your friends. Yes, that was it, you knew friends who flirted, it's okay.

Man, you couldn't be more wrong.

It was Lara's birthday, everyone was having fun at the surprise party that Lara's girlfriend ;) prepared. Everything seemed calm, you even started flirting with a girl, one of Lara's friends, you were talking and laughing here and there, to be honest you didn't have much in common, but it wouldn't hurt to exchange a few words.

Everything seemed right, until you felt footsteps approaching.

"Excuse me, I can talk to Yn a second, thank you." Daniela pulled you without waiting for answers from the girl you were talking to, and soon you found yourself locked inside one of the rooms of the house.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Daniela screamed, you were surprised, of course. Why was this extremely beautiful and hot girl yelling at you?

"What? What did I do?" You said, your shoulders slumping as you waited for an explanation from the Latina in front of you.

"You were letting that girl flirt with you!" The Latina looked furious and disappointed, you just didn't understand why.

"Dani, it's okay, why are you so mad about this?"

“’CAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME!"

When the curly-haired girl screamed you weren't sure anything, you weren't sure if you had heard it right, you weren't sure if they were talking about the same thing. Damn, you weren't even sure if she was yelling at the right person.

"What... What does that mean?"

"It means I like you." Daniela sits on the bed, looking defeated.

"I've liked you since the day I met you, every moment we spend together, every moment we're interrupted by someone, all those moments, I just wish I could say I like you. But it looks like you're so dumb-"

"Hey!" You interrupted.

"I flirted with you, I tried to impress you, I tried to get us to spend more time together, but nothing worked." Daniela said, her voice growing with each word, making the Latina get up from the bed, making her gaze travel from the floor to you, only to see you wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're so oblivious to everything around you, I just wanted you to ask me out, idiot! I didn't want to spend another minute without you holding my hand or kissing me. And all I've done, for all these months is send you signals, that you clearly don't understand why you're-"

Suddenly the room was silent again, Daniela's complaints fading as her hands wrapped around your hair, if it was you she wanted, then she would have it.

Your hands pulled her waist closer, so close that it felt like the two of you could enter each other's bodies. All the stored desire now completely exposed in the kiss you shared, Daniela seemed to melt in your hands and when you least expected it you were kissing desperately and walking to bed.

When your knees bent and you fell on the bed, you could feel Daniela's legs on either side of your body, the feeling was invigorating, you both seemed to have been waiting for this forever, Daniela knows better. Then, when the breath started to go away, you moved away, Daniela resting her hands on your abdomen, looking at you with heart eyes.

"I'm not very good at understanding tips, for me it was just a joke." you said, being the first to break the silence.

"I gave you all the signs I could." The curly-haired girl said as she rolled her eyes and smiled at you.

"yes, but how was I going to know that a woman like that was really into me." You said, as you sat still with her on your lap, stealing a quick kiss from the Latina.

"Well, now you know, what are you going to do about it?" She said as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

"I'm going to go on a date with the hottest girl in the world."

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coldfanbou · 1 year ago

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I'm a...

Here we are with the Viviz fic. We have a threesome with something special involved for Eunha.

Eunha X Mreader X SinB X Umji

Length 2.5K

Previous part

Wondering why Eunha had let you have sex with SinB and practically threw you at Umji, you needed to talk to her. You woke up on Saturday thinking about that, and as you looked to the other side of the bed, Eunha was gone. The sizzling sounds from the kitchen told you where she was. You got out of bed, put on your slippers, and headed toward the kitchen. You spotted her moving back and forth from the fridge to the stove, occasionally flicking through the cookbook on her tablet. “We need to talk Eunha.” The small woman spins on her heel, her apron swinging along with her.

“What do you need?” She says, leaning forward and sticking her tongue out. “Don’t tell me you want to do something before breakfast.”

“Why did you have me have sex with SinB and Umji?” You say bluntly.

“Well, SinB wanted to thank you, and Umji was our tiebreaker.” She replies blankly.

“Okay, I get that, but why did you let them?” You ask, reiterating your question.

Eunha’s face turns bright red, and her hands rush to her cheeks as she turns around. “I don’t want to say it’s embarrassing,” she says.

“What can be so embarrassing about it?”

“Well…” Eunha began as she spun a tale that explained why she let SinB and Umji have sex with you. “A while ago, I was coming home late from work, right? When I got to our bedroom, I saw you watching one of our old videos.” The video Eunha was referencing was one of your sex tapes. “I was watching you…uh, jerk off to the video.” She said shyly. Eunha fiddled with the stove, turning the heat off as she tried to think about how to continue. “I liked watching you and got turned on…I fingered myself. I thought about what it might be like to watch you fuck someone, and it made me horny.” Eunha says, looking at the ground with her fingers pressing against each other as embarrassment fills her body. Her eyes shoot up toward you as she realizes what she’s said, “But I didn’t want you to have sex with any stranger, so I asked SinB and Umji to do it!” Eunha blurts out. “I thought it was hot,” Eunha follows in a whisper. “I, uh, guess you could say I’m a cuckquean,” She says with a shy smile. “And I may have pushed SinB to have sex with you.

You sigh and rub your forehead, “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought that you would say no.”

“So you forced them on me?”

“Yes,” Eunha says sheepishly.

You take a deep breath and pat Eunha’s head. “Listen, I have a lot of questions, but next time you have some fantasy like this, just tell me.” You raise your hand off Eunha’s head, turning it into a fist before softly smacking her head. “You’re so dumb sometimes, Eunha.”

“Does this mean you’ll fuck them again?”

“You were too quick to ask that question. Let’s have breakfast,” you say, wanting to move past the conversation. From the corner of your eye, you spot Eunha pouting. We’ll finish this talk after.” Your breakfast goes by fast, with Eunha giving you puppy eyes the entire time.

Once you’re done, she opens her mouth, ready to bring the subject back up. “I know it’s weird, but I like to watch.”

“So does this mean I’ll never get to touch you again?”

“What if I let myself be free use for you? Would you fuck SinB and Umji again?”

“That’s not an answer to my question, Eunha.”

She pouts again, her cheeks filling with air. It made her cute, but you couldn’t let that distract you. “I still want to have sex with you. It feels like I’m in trouble.”

“I just want to clear things up.”

After a lengthy discussion about limits and boundaries, Eunha stuck out her hand. “Let’s shake on it.” She said with the biggest grin on her face. You shake your head and smile. Eunha’s silliness has always been charming to you. You shake her hand and watch Eunha do a little dance out of sheer excitement. “I have the best thing planned for you. I have to make a few calls.”

She runs off to your bedroom, throwing her apron on the floor as she shuts the door. You let out a deep breath and drop the dishes in the sink, washing them as a way to relax. The day goes by calmly, with both of you relaxing at home.

A knock on the door interrupts a movie you’re watching with Eunha; as you head to answer it, Eunha grows a sly smile. At the door were Umji and SinB. You look back to Eunha, who plays dumb and looks at the ceiling. “Alright, come on in,” you say before making your way to the couch. “Eunha, what did you do?”

“I did nothing wrong.” Eunha stoutly replies

“You called them to have sex, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Eunha says, meekly accepting your way out for her. She grabs your arm, pulling on it to get you to stand up. “I want to watch! Come on, let's get to the bedroom.” You go along with it for her sake. Stripping off your clothing, you toss yourself onto the bed. Umji and SinB seemed shocked at your willingness and look at each other. Eunha walks into the room, pulling a chair along with her and placing it in the corner. As she pulls down her shorts, she looks at her friends. “What are you two waiting for? I want the show to start.” Eunha sits in her chair, her hand diving into her folds as she waits.

Umji is the first to make a move. She grabs the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head. Her lack of bra was apparent as her modest tits bounced freely. She crawled onto the bed slowly, leaving her skirt on. She placed her head on your thigh, warm body rubbing against your leg as she reached up and wrapped her delicate hand around your shaft. It glided up and down the length of your soft cock. Umji met your eyes once before focusing on the appendage before her. She positioned herself over it, spitting on the head and using her hand to cover your cock in her saliva. You groan weakly as your cock grows hard in her hands. Her hand moves quickly across your slick cock, and Umji’s grip gets a little tighter.

SinB watches Umji take control of the situation and turns her head to see Eunha absolutely entranced by the sight, her friend's fingers moving in small circles around her clit as she pulls on one of her nipples. Looking back at you and Umji, SinB pulls her sweater over her head, drops it to the floor, and follows that with her shirt and pants. After stripping off her underwear, SinB climbs on the bed, glancing at Eunha over her shoulder before getting right next to you. Gently placing her hand on your cheek, SinB turns your head toward her, “I’m only doing this for Eunha,” She whispers to you. It seemed like she wasn’t being completely honest, but that would be the subject of another time. SinB presses her lips against yours and lets go of your cheek. She moves the arm under her and places your hand on her ass. You squeeze the soft piece of flesh, making SinB moan into the kiss. Your squeeze becomes rougher as you feel a pair of lips on your cock.

Umji had gotten hungry stroking your cock. She kissed the tip and slowly spread her lips, allowing you inside the warm and wet cavern that was her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip, and Umji audibly moaned as she savored the taste of your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, dragging her plump lips along your shaft as she stuffed herself. Eunha watched, her fingers moving quickly as she saw Umji and SinB submit to you. Eunha’s light moans momentarily attract the attention of the three of you. Her thighs glisten from her nectar as she rubs them together. As you focus on each other again, you slap SinB’s ass, making her break the kiss with a yelp. “Help Umji out,” You command. SinB nods and moves down to your cock where Umji backs off, letting the other woman share in the delight. Their lips meet with your cock sitting in the middle. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as you feel their lips move around your cock. You place your hands on their heads, guiding them along your shaft.

You began to want more; you pulled their hair, moving the women away from your cock. You tear Umji’s skirt off her before placing SinB on top; both women face Eunha. Eunha pressed her thighs together as she met their eyes but continued to finger herself, her face flush. You got behind the pair of women, aligning your cock with Umji’s cunt first. You grabbed her hips and pulled her onto your cock without warning. You both filled the room with a great moan. Umji’s walls wrap tightly around you, practically pulling you deeper into the young woman. Umji’s feels your hard cock kiss the tip of her womb, and her arms give out, sending her face into the bed. She arches her back and pushes her ass into your pelvis. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” She moaned. You begin thrusting into the small woman’s tight cunt, listening to her moan your name.

You move your attention onto SinB, noticing her wet thighs. You move your fingers along her slit. She shivers and looks over her shoulder; as you meet your eyes, you push your fingers inside her cunt. You press against her walls, rubbing them as you move in and out. SinB whines, the pleasure hitting her hard. The two women’s moan mix as Eunha watches you fuck the two of them.

Eunha was nearing her climax; her fingers pistoned in and out of her. She sat back roughly, squeezing her tits, her head rolling back as she moaned. SinB and Umji were turned on watching Eunha. You could feel their walls tighten around you whenever they looked at your girlfriend.

Approaching your first orgasm, you pulled your fingers out of SinB. You held onto Umji’s waist, her soft flesh moving between your fingers as you squeezed it. You sped up your thrusts, slamming your cock into Umji’s cunt without care. The young woman’s moans became ragged, “Oh god, fuck me!” Umji looked up, meeting Eunha’s eyes. “Thank you, Eunha!” Umji cried out as she came. Her walls squeezed your cock tightly as she backed her ass into you. Burying your cock in Umji, you paint her womb white, flooding it with your cum. Umji shuts her eyes and lays her head on the bed. “I’m so warm,” She mumbles. You feel her walls gripping you tightly, fighting you as you pull out. Cum drips from Umji’s cunt onto the bed below. She collapses onto the bed after.

Rolling Umji out from under SinB to give you more space, you lay SinB on her back. You come face to face with her, with Eunha watching on. As you glance at your girlfriend, you see her breathing heavily, her hands coated in nectar. You kiss SinB’s chest, planting more of them as you move from breast to breast and then up her neck. “Just fuck me already,” She whines. You align yourself with her cunt, prodding SinB’s entrance. “Don’t make me beg. Not in front of her.” You plant your lips on SinB’s as you drive your cock into her pussy. You break the kiss as her moan comes in and let Eunha listen to her long-time friend’s cries of pleasure. You feel SinB’s legs wrap around your waist. You grab her hands, holding them by her head as you begin thrusting. You kiss her neck, listening to SinB moan your name as you drive her crazy. “Why are you so big?” She mutters.

“Why don’t you thank Eunha?” You groan, “She knows you like it.”

“Shut-ahh,” SinB’s words are cut short as you deliver a powerful thrust, forcing her body to take every inch. You lean down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth and gently biting it. SinB’s gasp turns into a moan as you pull back on it. You continue your thrusts, watching as SinB gets closer to her climax.

“Where are you going to want it?” You moan into her ear. Only moans come from her mouth.

You repeat the question, this time earning yourself an answer. “Inside, do it inside.” She said. SinB almost sounded like she was begging for it. You continue to thrust, feeling your orgasm coming. With each thrust, you could feel Sinb’s walls rubbing your cock, covering it in her nectar.

“I’m cumming,” You groan as you bury yourself inside SinB. She feels your warm cum pour into her. Her walls clamp down on your cock, milking you for more cum. You fill SinB’s cunt before pulling out, leaving her like Umji, tired and full of cum. You sit back at the head of the bed and beckon Eunha. Eunha stands from her seat, her lower half drenched in her nectar. Crawling past her friends, Eunha stares into your eyes.

She comes to a stop at your cock, pressing her lips against the cum covered tip and swallowing your cock as she makes her way to the base. Eunha’s tongue slowly swirls around your cock, cleaning it. Eunha drags her tongue along the underside of your cock as she pulls away. “I can taste SinB and Umji on your cock,” She says before kissing the tip. “My turn now.”

Eunha straddles you, aligning her slit with your cock and lowering herself onto you. The familiar sensation feels nice. Eunha’s pussy holds you snuggly as she takes inch after inch. “I hope you know I’m sensitive. I’m not going to last long.”

“So am I. Watching you fuck them was so exciting. Thanks, Honey.” Eunha gives you a soft kiss as she begins to ride you. She softly bounces on your cock, taking every inch with ease but refusing to let a single one go. You hold her close, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against her walls. You give one of her tits a squeeze, feeling the soft flesh jiggle as she bounces on your cock. You focus on each other, giving each other soft kisses as you enjoy each other's bodies. You can feel a tightness in your core as you near your third climax. Eunha pushes you onto your back, giving herself more space to work with. Each bounce from Eunha feels heavenly as her pussy swallows the entirety of your cock each time. You hold her waist, guiding her slightly. “Honey, I want you to cum inside me. Cum in pussy.”

“I’m going to cum.” You groan. Eunha’s walls tighten around you, sending you over the edge and forcing you to cum. Feeling your semen shoot into her, Eunha drops her weight on your cock, impaling herself on you and letting your cum fill her.

Eunha rests her head on your chest as your bodies begin to relax. “Can we do this again?”

“Not for a while.”

“That’s fine. As long as we do it again in the future.”

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #gfriend smut #viviz smut #eunha smut #sinb smut #umji smut

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goldenstring6123 · 1 year ago

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Zayne's thoughts: getting involved in gossip

Author's notes: Zayne's the type of guy to shut down rumors pretty quickly when you're involved.

Zayne instinctively steers away from negative gossip. Even as a prodigy, he was never once subjected to derogatory peer criticism.

He doesn't like being in the negative light as well. And as much as he understands the social culture of gossip, he doesn't care much for it—instead, gossip always comes to him through the nurses or other doctors, mainly from Yvonne or Dr. Grayson.

Shortly after establishing your relationship, some things obviously began to change.

Zayne's mannerisms at work remain the same, but he glances at his phone more often.

Other people had grown interested in the fact that they could see him smiling while looking at his phone. They'd also hear a quick and weak "Ding" from his device, which was new, considering he usually has his phone on vibrate mode.

His skipped lunches have also been reduced significantly; he occasionally is spotted in the hospital cafeteria, buying himself a light lunch or a healthy meal. He doesn't really sit with other workers, though. Turns out, he'd much rather eat alone in his office, and while he's at it, he likes to chat with you, knowing how little free time he has between work shifts.

Dr. Grayson, in particular, was very intrigued by the sudden change in his demeanor, knowing Zayne was one of the few people who was very, very disciplined. Zayne's change in habits didn't negatively impact the work environment. Still, being the curious fool that he (Dr. Grayson) is, whenever the opportunity arises, he'll sneak a glance at Zayne fiddling with his phone and chatting with that particular person.

It took no less than three days for gossip to spread. People began talking about who this particular person is: a small portion of the rumors say it's that other female prodigy doctor who started working recently, but most of the rumors say it was you because, according to Yvonne:

Childhood friends simply don't platonically hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek and the lips in the middle of the parking lot. and;

Zayne has no personal connection to a girl other than you.

Needless to say, you were also subject to the rumors, Which is why the nurses always sneak a glance your way whenever they come across you, yet none dare talk to you about the rumors.

It didn't take long to reach the chief surgeon's ears, and he did not need to lift a finger to know who was behind the rumor.

Zayne gave his poor colleague, Dr. Grayson, a piece of his mind.

"I don't appreciate my affairs being talked about. If you have anything you're curious about, you can ask me directly, Dr. Grayson." And although it was for a very brief conversation, Grayson swears he could feel the room literally going cold.

In less than a week, people have stopped talking and diverted their attention elsewhere— out of the safety of their lives...or the safety of Dr. Grayson.

Author footnotes: If anyone has come close to feeling zayne's wrath, its not you— it's Dr. Grayson. Also, I'm not liking this layout, I might change it soon

Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune

#lnds #lnds zayne #love and deepspace #loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace mc #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lads zayne #l&ds zayne #dr zayne #li shen #l&ds

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winwintea · 10 months ago

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i loved the chenle headcannons omg... could u do some for other members? (maybe jisung 👉👈)

love ur work though omg... it's so good i'm eating everything up!

PAIRING ↬ boyfriend!park jisung x reader

WARNINGS ↬ kinda angsty in the end cause idk... angst is my middle name! but just a lot of fluff in general

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ I GOTCHU ANON !!!! been wanting to write for ji so tysm for the request lol... currently writing this at 12am high off of pepsi so idk how this is gonna turn out

boyfriend!jisung who's love language is 'acts of service.' whatever he can do for you, he will.

boyfriend!jisung who's always willing to lend a helping hand, wether it's splitting chores with you or cooking something (with chenle's help) just to cheer you up.

boyfriend!jisung who although you've been together for a while, still has a hard time expressing his feelings with words. so he prefers to do it with actions.

boyfriend!jisung who can tell when you're too tired, and won't let you do anything besides resting. don't even try, it's a lost battle for you.

boyfriend!jisung who just wants to keep you safe from all harm, even though his two responses are "run or flight". he tries his best. give him some slack.

boyfriend!jisung who enjoys when you fight his battles for him sometimes, because he desperately needs a break from the asylum they call 'nct dream'.

boyfriend!jisung who stands behind you, hugging you around your shoulders, with a huge pout on his mouth as you scold chenle or haechan for playing a prank on him earlier that day.

boyfriend!jisung who glares at them too - it's not as threatening as he thinks.

boyfriend!jisung who listens to your troubles without judgement (most of the time). but if he has strong feelings about someone, will not hesitate to say his piece about it.

boyfriend!jisung who fiddles with his hair when he's embarrassed. and it's endearing as fuck

boyfriend!jisung who is easy to talk into doing things, especially if they're random shenanigans that you come up with.

boyfriend!jisung who maybe still struggles with a bit of self-esteem issues. whenever there's a problem, he'll usually jump to the conclusion that he's not good enough or worthless.

boyfriend!jisung who appreciates your being there to assure him that he deserves all the love in the world. <3

PERM TAGLIST ↬ @lyvhie @aquaphoenixz @galacticnct @ldh0000 @polarisjisung (tagging u for this cause it's ji <3)

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nerdallwritey · 1 year ago

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˖⁺‧₊˚✦ 𝓛𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 ✦˚₊‧⁺˖

Hi, I'm Emma! Welcome to my writing blog, where there's banter abound!

I'm currently writing Astarion x f!reader fics, but am open to requests! Be warned: My content is NSFW so if that's not your thing, feel free to skip it! MDNI

Where else can you find me?

AO3 // Main Blog (I reblog tons of bg3 stuff over there!)

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔡 - (Posted in order chronologically)

An Evening to Ourselves (18+): When Astarion propositions you for the first time, you're anything but excited. // AO3

“I, uh-” It was too much. The look on his face was too intense. You felt too exposed despite the layers of armor currently clad to your body. “I’m scared,” you admitted quietly. “Don’t be,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

Just to Ruin Me (18+): The morning after you spend the night with Astarion, you learn another thing or two. // AO3

“You don’t have to tell me any of this right now,” you said. “A lot has changed in the past few hours and there’s no rush in sharing these things with me. I know how hard it was to talk about your past the first time.” “It was necessary, though,” Astarion looked over at you, his expression determined. “You needed to know what we might be up against. And you might need to know this too.” “If you want to tell me, then I’m happy to listen, but please don’t force yourself for my sake.” Astarion released a puff of air from his nose. “You keep doing that.” “Doing what?” “Asking me what I want. Letting me choose.”

Cheeks All Flushed (18+): It's time for the Tielfing party! Antics ensue. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3

You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?” Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.” You snorted. “How’d that go?” “Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.” You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?” Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”

Perfect Every Time (18+): Before your party travels into the Underdark, you and Astarion catch one last sunrise together. // AO3

You got up and joined him in the ankle deep water. “Do you want to try right now?” Astarion thought for a moment and clicked his tongue. “I have a better idea, actually.” He gave you a sideways look, his lips quirking up slightly. “What?” you matched his smile. Rather than answering, Astarion reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. You furrowed your brow. “Looks an awful lot like you’re preparing to swim.” He started fiddling with the clasps on his pants and groaned in your direction. “Swimming is not the only thing one can do while submerged in water, dearest.” He gave you a sensual smile that sent heat to your cheeks.

Worth the Peril (18+): Upon arriving in the Underdark, you go down in a battle, leaving Astarion to pick up the pieces. // AO3

In another life, Astarion would have made a decent barbarian. Despite Karlach’s cheerful demeanor, for the most part, barbarians were known to be violent, brutal, and cruel. All things that Astarion could easily tap into if the situation called for it. And right now, he was entering a rage.

About to Strike (18+): The gang finally makes their way into the Shadow Cursed Lands. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3

Before Astarion could protest more, you took a sip of the drink. He gasped. “Darling, what do you think you’re doing?” “Building trust,” you said, smiling at Jaheira. Her features echoed your own and she took a sip as well. “Ah, what the hells,” Karlach said. “Bottoms up!” She downed her own goblet. “You’re all idiots and I hope you die,” Astarion crossed his arms.

Three Little Words (18+): Astarion accidentally says something nice, then acts like an idiot for the rest of the day. // AO3

“Well, this has been lovely,” Astarion said, making his way to the door leading back into the inn proper. “Anything else we should know before we head off to save the day?” He was already halfway out the door, not bothering to wait for an answer, clearly trying to make a stealthy exit. You eyed Halsin, who nodded and retrieved the rogue by his arm before he could leave, closing the door behind both of them for good measure. “Let me go, you humongous imbecile!” Astarion pounded his free arm against Halsin’s chest before Halsin released him and refused to let him move a muscle towards the door. Astarion huffed and crossed his arms, turning his nose up at the rest of you. “Is he okay?” Isobel asked. “This is relatively normal behavior from him, actually,” Karlach said.

I Want to Live (18+): Raphael asks you and Astarion for a favor, which leads to an important conversation. // AO3

He murmured something against your lips. You pushed lightly against his chest, laughing. “What?” “I want to live,” he repeated, seemingly out of breath. “Of course you want to live, you’re alive,” you smiled up at him, running a hand through his hair. “In all the ways that matter, I mean.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, clearly trying to be suggestive. He rolled his eyes. “No, you insufferable woman, I’m referring to something Shadowheart said.”

More to come!

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠 - (One Shots)

Don't! Cross! This! Line! With Your Hand. (Mature): Astarion asks for help with reading the scars on his back. You give him a hard time in the process. // Crack fic based on this scene from Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian // AO3

“I’ll tell you what, they didn’t call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy’ for nothing.” He made to hand you the instrument, then snatched it back just as quickly. “They DIDN’T call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy,’ they called me ‘Astarion the BLOODTHIRSTY, who KILLS whoever doesn’t give Astarion exactly what he wants in the moment that he wants it! Which is RIGHT NOW when I had better get my back read out to me!’” You looked at him with wide eyes, trying and nearly failing to withhold a laugh. He was trying to play this game with you. He really was. But you could see how desperately he wanted answers, too. Astarion, in turn, puffed his chest out as if trying to stand his ground. Just a little longer with the teasing, then you’d help him. “That’s what they called you?” you asked. Astarion looked up as if trying to grasp what exactly he should say next. “It was… shorter in Elvish.”

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - (Ask box is open!)

Awfully Fond of You 🪴 (18+): Instead of sleeping with Astarion on the night of the tiefling party, you ask to bathe him instead. // AO3

You gathered the bucket that was still floating nearby and submerged it until it was filled about halfway with water. “You can either dunk yourself, or I can pour this over your head,” you held the bucket out for Astarion to see. “I’m actually quite enjoying you taking care of me, darling. I trust you won’t drown me.” “A mistake,” you said, pretending to dump the bucket over his head all at once. “Can vampires even drown? It’s not like you need to breathe.” “I’d rather not find out, if it’s all the same to you,” he smirked.

𝔄𝔯𝔱 - (Please feel free to draw scenes from my fics! Just tag me!)

xxnashiraxx: - Birdie (my Tav!) - Birdie 2.0 sthormii: - Mine (from About to Strike)/Fangs (from Just to Ruin Me) - Foresight (from Awfully Fond of You) ollieneedsamilkshake: - In Another Life (from Worth the Peril) - Brace Yourself (From Perfect Every Time) - Pain (from Worth the Peril) - I'm Okay/You're Okay (from I Want to Live)

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crheativity · 8 months ago

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Hello! I'm not sure if you're taking regular requests, but can I request hcs for the Malleus, Deuce, Epel, Ace, and Azul finding out that the reader has a crush on someone from their dorm but it isn't them? The reader actually has a crush on one of the NPCs, and that NPC requites the reader's feelings. How would they react?

It's ok if you don't want to do this also. No pressure

-💀💅

SUMMARY: They find out you have a crush on someone from their dorm… that isn’t them.

WARNINGS: Cut-off swear in Epel’s section, angst D:

NOTES: why must you do this to me. I love these boys sm. how could you do this.

(Also, sorry for the delay D:)

There’s a hole inside of him that can’t be plugged with your friendship anymore. Almost everyone knows something is up - everyone except you. Around you, nothing’s different. He’s the same happy, goofy guy he always is. But the minute you’re not around, the smile fades, the joy is gone. He has zero motivation to do anything. And yet, he’s gotta continue being your friend. You don’t have a whole lot of people here for you. He’ll hide himself until he’s numb if it gives you the support you need.

“…”

He’s calling his mother, in tears, as soon as he gets a moment to himself. He doesn’t know what to do - he’s never really dealt with love before. His mother, fortunately, knows just how to soothe him, and he begins to move forwards and onwards. He distances himself a little out of respect - at least, until it all goes away. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable - especially since he tends to wear his heart on his sleeves. As soon as he can act normal around you again, he will, but please give him the opportunity to move on first.

“Hey, mum? …what do I do?”

He hated himself. Of course it wasn’t him. Of course it was another Octavinelle student. What was he thinking?! It’s just like those kids would tell him - he was slow and chubby and stupid, and that’s not counting the overblot incident, why would someone like you even look at someone like him? Azul isn’t proud of it, but he finds himself looking for dirt on the student. He’s not gonna use it or anything, but he needs some kind of way to cope, and throwing himself into his work seems the best possible course of action. At least, until his silly hopes and dreams stay shoved in the trash can where they belong.

“…those kids were right.”

It’s because he looks like a girl, isn’t it? He KNEW talking to Vil and Rook about this kinda thing was a bad idea - look at where it got him! Now he’s gotta live with the fact that he’s always playin second fiddle with you. Makes sense though - who’d wanna date a girly boy like him? Although, maybe if he proved to you that he’s the better choice, you’d like him instead? Or, maybe he could fistfight that other prissy pomefiore kid. He’s honestly not sure what would help him feel better right now. He feels very uncertain - like the world is both shattering and strangely familiar at the same time.

“I’m gonna beat his a-“

He’s sulking. You’re in love with someone else and he’s sulking. What is he supposed to do now? It’s entirely unfair that you are his everything, his happiest dream, yet he’s barely in yours - at least, not in the way he wants to be. He’s avoiding you for a while, locking himself in his roomm. The rain seems endless, thunder and lightning acting as proof of his bad mood. Sage Island almost floods. Lilia and Silver respect his wishes for you to be around less but think he’s being a bit dramatic.

“Malleus? It’s been storming for weeks now. Can you come out of your room?”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

#Rhea's TWST Fics~!#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst angst #Ace Trappola #Ace Trappola x reader #Deuce Spade #Deuce Spade x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia x Reader

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katarandaa · 5 months ago

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The Augmentor - part 1

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Pairing: F! reader x Sevika

Set in season 1 between act 1 & 2.

Augmentor: Someone who specializes in augmenting the human body with mechanical or Shimmer-enhanced parts.

Summary: You’re a well-known augmentor in Zaun who - through your sibling Ran - take on a special commission to make Sevika a mechanical prosthetic after her accident.

CW: alcohol use, swearing, smoking.

Word count: 4.2k

AN: this is my first Arcane fic! It's a bit long, but I'm FINALLY happy with it after working on it slowly for WEEKS. This is basically just my MDD universe lol. (There will probably be a part 2). Hope you enjoy ~

PART 2 (coming)

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The music from your speakers was blasting in your workshop, you were bopping your head to the beat while working on a rusty prosthetic leg a customer had dropped off for you to fix. Smoke filled your nostrils as the cigarette you put out in your ashtray didn’t completely extinguish. You didn’t hear the elevator doors open and someone entering your workshop until the volume of your music dropped. You quickly turned around to face the elevator to see Ran through your goggles standing by the speaker.

“Ran!” You propped the goggles you were wearing onto your head and smiled at seeing your sibling dropping by for a surprise visit. “Didn’t expect to see you in here today. Your hand need a fix?”

“Hey, no, I actually have something to ask of you,” Ran said as they made their way down the steps into your shop. You put your tool down and spun around on your stool to face Ran, inviting them to keep talking.

“So, you need to hear me out on this one, YN - I need you to do a commission, -” Ran said and leaned on one of your workbenches.

“I don't know Ran; you know I don't really do commissions anymore. Just doing repairs is so much better,” you said the second you heard them say commission, turning your attention back to fixing the metal leg laid out on your workbench.

You had stopped accepting commissions after overworking yourself, and now you ran your business only doing repairs and occasionally some modifications for people who already had mechanical prosthetics. Doing commissions wasn’t easy work, it took months of work, long hours, loads of people involved and a lot of planning, so you decided to take a step back and work on a much smaller scale.

Ran walked closer to you. “It’s an important request, and I seriously need you to consider doing this job. I told them about your work. We really think you’re the best augmentor in Zaun for this job.” Ran flexed their prosthetic hand, which you had made for them several years ago. You sighed again and glanced at their hand before continuing your work.

“It’s a request from Silco - Sevika needs a mechanical prosthetic,” your heart jumped at the sound of her name. “I know you heard of her accident. They know of your previous work, and they want you to do it; they specifically requested you. The pay is really good, it’s from Silco’s pockets, so you’ll be compensated for your time and hassle, and then some.” Ran really tried to sell you this gig, and you could feel the desperation in their voice. “And I know you have a thing for Sevika, you know-”

“I do not!” you interrupted Ran and snapped your head in their direction. “What makes you say that?!”

“YN, she’s totally your type, and I’ve noticed the way you look at her and act whenever she’s nearby - you get all stiff and nervous.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. “Is it that obvious?” You almost whispered.

“To me it is,” Ran smirked.

You had met Sevika several times at The Last Drop whenever you were out drinking with Ran or your friends. You had never really spoken, but you knew that she knew who you were; all the shared glances, the drinks sent to your table, thanking her by raising your glass in her direction, your blushing and fiddling. You had always been too nervous to approach her; she seemed to distant, and so unattainable.

“Fuck,” you muttered and couldn’t help but crack a smile. “ I don't know. It’s always too much work doing commissions - the clients always have way too high expectations, they never respect the timeframe I give them, they don't pay what they owe. It’s always such a hassle,” you explained, sliding the goggles off your head and running a hand through your hair. “Plus, if it’s for Sevika I’m gonna be all nervous, what if affects my work and I don't deliver her a good product?”

“YN, it’s gonna be fine. Just do what you’re good at. Please just come meet with them, have a chat about your conditions and the pay. I already told them I would talk to you and bring you in for a meeting tonight.”

You tilted your head back and sighed hard, looking over at Ran. “Ok, fine,” you said, and Ran quickly muttered a quiet “yes”.

Ran came running towards you and wrapped their arms around yours. “You’re gonna do great, I know it.” You wrapped your arms around Ran and squeezed before getting up, both of you disengaging from the hug. “And, maybe you and Sevika can get to know each other a little better-”

“Ran!” You interrupted them and hit them playfully on their arm. “Inappropriate! She’s my customer at this point.”

"Alright, fine,” Ran chuckled. “Just, don't promise them anything you can’t deliver. And don’t let them rush you.” Ran squeezed your arm.

“Don't worry, I won’t. Let’s just go.”

The atmosphere at The Last Drop was calmer than usual. The last time you visited was to get a few drinks after work with Ran on a busy night. The same night you had seen Sevika sitting at her usual table, cards in hand and a hefty sum of coins in front of her, the other men around the table looking stressed out with their heads in their hands.

Ran leads the two of you through the bar and up the stairs towards Silco’s office. Outside the door were two guards keeping an eye on the people passing by. They saw Ran and opened the door for the two of you, one of them following you inside.

Inside the office, Silco sat at his desk, and Sevika to your left, sitting on the sofa, a cigarette in her mouth and a whiskey bottle and a glass on the table in front of her. You also noticed that her hair was down, and not in her usual half up half down hairdo; it looked good - maybe even cute.

Ran greeted the two with a nod and closed the door behind you.

“Ran, good to see you,” Silco said from the other side of the room, a cloud of smoke swirled around him from his cigar. “This is the augmentor?”

“Yes, sir. This is YN. She’s agreed to come talk over some terms and hear more about the job.” Ran said and sat down at a round table to the right side of the room. You were stood in the middle of the room as you felt Sevika’s eyes on, leaving your stomach in knots.

Silco looked over at you and stood up from his chair behind the desk and walked in front of it. “Alright. What are these… conditions?” He pointed his hand, which had his cigar resting between his fingers, towards you for you to speak.

“Well, first of all, I’m gonna need to know exactly what you’re commissioning,” you said and put your bag on the floor beside the low table to your left. “I’m assuming it’s not just a mechanical prosthetic.” You crossed your arms over your chest and peeked at Sevika, your eyes met for a brief moment before you looked away, to her left arm, or whatever was left of it, which was covered by her cloak.

Silco quickly took the word: “You’re right. It’s going to be used for fighting, as well as just being a prosthetic. Enhance its strength with shimmer, in a way that makes it more responsive and lethal. Find a way for shimmer to be injected into Sevika’s bloodstream in small doses. Obviously it needs to be sturdy and durable; it needs to withstand blows and return them twice as hard. The attachment needs to be secure - no risk of it coming loose, but make sure it's flexible enough for her to move freely. You’re making a weapon, not an ornament. This sound like something you could do?”

You suddenly felt a little nervous having everyone’s eyes on you, waiting for your response. You looked at Silco.

“Of course, not a problem. But if I am to agree to this, I have a couple of terms. I have my own team of doctors and surgeons who are experienced with installing mechanical prosthetics. And if you want the commission to be done faster, I expect a supply of shimmer. I also want one month pay up front before starting the mech.”

Silco was looking at you as you named your terms, almost threatening. “And a few free drinks from your bar would be nice... Sir,” you added. You heard a light chuckle from Sevika at your last comment.

Silco and Sevika exchanged a look before Sevika broke the silence. “Sounds like reasonable terms to me, sir.” She took a swig from her glass, finishing her drink.

“I can get behind your terms. But I need to know an approximate timeframe,” Silco said as he took a puff of his cigar.

“Usually for mechs like this, the planning and design will take about a week, the manufacturing of the arm itself will take anywhere from three to six weeks. Then there’s the installation, recovery and physical adaptation, which I’m guessing in total will be about three weeks at max, but I’m gonna have to hear with my doctors on that one. So, in total, if everything goes to plan, about two months. But with some shimmer, I will be able to work faster and more efficiently, and Sevika’s healing period will also be sped up.”

A silence grew in the room. You could tell Silco was digesting what you just explained. “I imagine that you probably want this to be done much faster, but good work takes time. I promise you that I will make this commission my top priority moving forward. But I’m not going to rush this to a point where I feel like my craftsmanship gets diminished.”

Another silence fell over the room until Silco broke it. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a job, YN. Don’t disappoint me. I will supply you with shimmer. Don't forget that I want it done as soon as possible.” Silco voice way low, almost threatening. He turned his back to you and sat back down behind his desk. “When will you be able to start?”

“I can have you come over to my workshop tomorrow so I can have a proper look at you,” you said and looked at Sevika - she nodded in agreement.

“Great. You two have a plan. You,” Silco said, pointing at the guard standing behind you by the door. “Get the girl her pay.” The guard nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind you.

“I’m gonna need your address,” Sevika leant forward and looked at you with an intimidating look, taking a long puff of her cigarette and exhaling it through her nose. She looked really good. Fuck. You tried to push your thoughts aside; you had to remain professional.

“Oh! Right, of course!” Your nerves had gotten to you. You grabbed your notebook and pencil from your bag on the floor and scribbled down your name and the address, the name of your workshop, as well drawing a quick silly doodle at the end of it out of habit and handed the note to Sevika.

“You enter through what looks like a tinker’s shop, or a salvage shop, you’ll see a sign that says Junk and Joints and loads of scrap in the windows - can’t miss it. Just tell whoever’s in there you’re there for me and they’ll send you down,” you explained. You thought you saw a slight smile tug at Sevika’s lips as she looked at your note.

The door opened and the guard came back with two pouches in his hands. He walked over to Silco who was sitting at his desk reading over some paperwork. Silco looked at the pouches, squinted and waved his hand before looking back down at his papers. The guard walked over to you and dropped the two heavy pouches on the table in front of you. “Your pay.” The guard said and exited the room again.

“Ooh, thank you…” you muttered and looked inside them. In one of them was your money. In the other, vials of shimmer, looking to be enough to last you about two weeks. You put them in your bag along with your notebook.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she looked up at you and gave you a slight nod, her face back to being stern with her cigarette hanging from her lips.

Your heart fluttered for a second before speaking. “Yeah, I’ll see you.” Ran came up behind you and put their hand on your shoulder and walked towards the door. You quickly flung the now heavier bag over your shoulder and exited the office with Ran.

As you heard the door shut behind you, Ran turned to you. “You did good. They seemed to like you.”

“Were you concern they wouldn’t?” you said playfully as you walked down the metal staircase.

“No, not really, but they don't fuck around. You would know if they didn’t like you.”

“Shit ok, I’m glad you didn’t tell me that beforehand - I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool.” You walked to the front door before stopping and turning to Ran. “I’m gonna head to the shop and get started on some ideas. I’ll see you soon.”

“Good luck,” Ran gave you a quick hug. “See you!” You waved at Ran and headed out.

You were sitting at your workbench doodling in your notebook with a cigarette between your lips - your music was playing from your speaker, but this time it didn’t drown out the sound of the elevator arriving at your floor. You felt your heart race as you saw Sevika stepping into your workshop.

“This a good time?” she asked and looked around.

You shot up from your stool and picked your cigarette from your mouth. “P-perfect time! Please, have a seat in my so called - living room,” you stammered and gestured to the other side of the room; an old sofa and two armchairs, and a small run-down coffee table with a few old mugs, an empty wine bottle, a candle and an ashtray.

Sevika walked over and sat down on the sofa against the wall as you hurried over to your speaker to turn the music down, now barely audible.

“Alright, so, I’m gonna ask some questions and I’m gonna need some measurements after,” you walked over to ash your cigarette in the ashtray and took a seat in one of the armchairs, notebook and a pencil in hand.

“I got the whole ‘mechanical shimmer arm that deals possibly fatal blows’ shtick,” you waved your hands in the air as you spoke, “but do you have any other requirements that I should know of before I start?”

“The most important part is functionality. If it can’t win me a fight, it’s useless,” Sevika lit a cigarette, taking a long drag from it before continuing. “It needs to have some sort of buff to it.”

“Shimmer can help enhance the hits by hydraulic force, and as Silco requested, I’ll integrate a shimmer system for both injection, infusion and storage - so I don't think you can get more fit for fight than that.”

She nodded. “It also needs to be durable – I don't want you skimping out on the materials here,” she said in a demanding tone. “Don't have the time to constantly come in for repairs. I need reliability with this thing.”

You nodded your head and smirked. “Of course, only the best.”

Sevika scoffed and took another drag from her cigarette. “And it can’t be too heavy, I’m gonna be wearing it outside of combat as well. So don't go too crazy with your fancy mats.”

“Sure, no problem,” you spent a few minutes jotting down some more ideas in your notebook.

“I made an exception for you, y’know.” You broke the silence.

“That so? Why?”

You shrugged. “I stopped doing commissions, but Ran practically begged me to take this job. And when I heard it was for you, the decision was kind of a no-brainer – it seemed important, so I wanted to help.”

Sevika scoffed, smoke from her cigarette exiting her nostrils. “You and Ran close?”

“You could say that,” you smiled and kept your eyes on your notes. “Alright, if that’s all, I wanna get some measurements of you while you’re here,” you said as you stood up and walked over to your workbench to get some tools, as well as a whiskey bottle you spotted on your shelf.

“You want a drink?” you asked and held up the bottle.

“Sure.” She fumbled with the buckle of her cloak for a few seconds before getting it, she swiftly slid it off and left it on the sofa arm. Under her cloak she was wearing a tank top, revealing her broad shoulders.

You grabbed two clean cups from your shelf. “It’s nothing fancy, just some stuff one of my customers brings along whenever she visits for repairs,” you explained as you walked over to the sofa where Sevika was sitting and put the cups and the bottle on the table. You nervously sat down on her left side and poured the two of you a drink, Sevika immediately finishing hers.

Sevika shrugged. “Not bad. I’ve had worse.”

You took a sip of your drink before turning towards Sevika to finally have a look at her.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen an amputee; you had seen several people having lost anything from legs and arms, to hands, feet, fingers, even noses. Prosthetics was your most common request when you took commissions, and you keep repairing all sorts of prosthetics. But Sevika’s amputee scar looked different. The scar had healed nicely and it looked fine - besides the blue lines going from her healed wound up her shoulder and neck to her cheek, and over her chest, her tank top hiding the full extent of it. They looked like scars, and they almost had a blue shine to them. It kind of looked like she had been struck by lightning. You had never seen anything like it; it looked cool, but you would never dare tell her that.

Sevika leant forward refilling her cup with whiskey as you gently touched her shoulder, she briefly flinched at your touch and gave you a nasty side eye, but didn’t pull away.

“I’m gonna have to touch you, y’know,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.

Sevika scoffed and picked up her cup, bringing it to her lips. “As you please,” she muttered and glanced at you. You felt your cheeks go warm at her comment.

Her shoulder was stiff, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of the amount of muscles this woman had, or her being uncomfortable because she was showing you something vulnerable - or maybe a mix of the two. She probably wore the cloak for a reason.

You got on with the prep work, pulling out your measuring tool to measure her shoulder, jotting down the numbers as well as thoughts and ideas in your notebook, even things you might not even need, just to be sure.

“Could you stand up for me?” you asked and stood up, holding out your measuring tool.

Sevika looked up at you and hesitated for a moment before ashing her cigarette in the ashtray on the table and getting up. You almost gasped at her big frame and height as she stood up in front of you, she glanced down at you, waiting for you to do your thing.

Sevika kept her eyes on you with a stern look as you stepped onto the table to get better access.

“Hold out your arm for me?” you asked quietly. She obeyed, and you measured the length of her arm, as well as the width, quietly muttering the numbers so you would remember.

“How close?” Sevika broke the silence.

“What?”

“You and Ran.”

You chuckled at the fact that Sevika had been thinking about your earlier mention of the two of you being close. “Oh, we grew up together – we’re siblings. Their parents took me in when I was a kid.”

You wrapped the measuring tool around her neck and put your hand behind her to grab onto the tool, looking at the measurement.

“People often think we’re a couple. We don’t quite look alike, but if you know we’re siblings you can tell how our demeanors are similar. And we have the same laugh.”

Standing this close you could smell her; she smelled woody, like cigarettes and whiskey. So hot. You gave her a quick glance and saw that she was looking directly into your eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at your lips.

You snapped out of the moment and stepped down from the table, grabbed your notebook from the table and wrote down the measurements.

You heard a sigh from Sevika as she sat back down. “What the hell are all these measurements for anyway? Aren’t you just making me an arm?” Sevika asked and grabbed her drink.

“A lot of these are just-in-case-numbers; I don't wanna be running around Zaun trying to find you in case I missed a measurement.” You sat back down and kept your notebook in your lap.

“You don't?” Sevika smirked and took another sip of her drink.

You could feel your cheeks get hot again. “Not really, no,” you chuckled. “But if you’re not running around doing Silco’s dirty work, you’ll probably be at The Last Drop.”

“You might be right about that.”

“But – to answer your question, there are a lot of things that go into making a prosthetic arm. I want to get the size of the mech right; don't want it to be loads smaller or larger than your other arm. And I’m gonna be making you a harness.” You took a swig from your drink.

“What am I gonna be needing a harness for?” Sevika asked, her tone was as sharp as usual.

“When you get your arm surgically attached, you’re gonna have to keep it in a harness for a few weeks while it heals. And the weight and feel of the arm is also gonna take some time to get used to - don't wanna fuck up your shoulder. It’s just for the first few weeks,” you explained, keeping your eyes on your notebook. “I don't doubt your strength, but it will get tiring, no matter your physique,” you pointed towards her with your pencil. “Especially if you’re gonna be fighting with this thing.”

“Guess you have a point,” Sevika muttered. “But I can’t be completely useless for too long. I have shit to do - business to deal with.”

“I know you do, but you have to take the healing period seriously. If it doesn’t heal right you’re just gonna make this take even longer.” Your tone was strict.

Sevika just scoffed and took a swig from her cup. Her hand was so big compared to the cup, her fingers to long and her fingernails pristine, which was kind of surprising. You sat there observing her for a few seconds before snapping out of your trance.

“I-uh, have everything I need from you, at least for now,” you put your notebook on the table. “I want you to come back when the first part of the prototype is done so I can make sure it’s a good fit for your shoulder before we commit to anything. Then you’ll also be able to have a look at the blueprints - see if you like the design and stuff.” You leant back into the sofa, putting one leg up, your knee to your chest.

“Sounds good. When do you think that’ll be?” Sevika dragged her cloak back around her shoulders and fumbled with the buckle for a few seconds.

“I think I’m gonna need about a week to design and plan all of it, and about one or two more weeks to make the first parts of the prototype, depending on how long the shimmer Silco supplied will last me.”

“You know how to reach me?” Sevika turned her head to look at you, her face stern, but not intimidating as usual.

“I’ll find a way, but I’m guessing I’ll find you at your usual spot at The Drop.”

“Oh yeah? My usual spot?” Sevika smirked.

“Yeah, I know where you like to sit. Seen you gamble and put some of those crude old men to shame,” you said and chuckled lightly.

“You calling my men crude?”

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled smugly.

“Hm. You might be right,” she grabbed her cup and finished her drink. “Guess I gotta get back to my crude men.” She stood up from the sofa, the weight of her moving shifting you slightly.

“Alright, you do that. I’ll see you in a few weeks!”

“See you.” Sevika gave you a nod and a smirk as she got into the elevator.

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #arcane fanfic #arcane fic #arcane fandom #sevika x female reader #sevika my love #sevika x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic

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writerwrabbleswords · 10 months ago

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The worst | [Worst] Wolverine/Logan X [Male Iron Man variant] Reader

Logan hates the void, but he hates it a little less after he meets a bearable Tony Stark - except you aren't exactly a Tony Stark he recognizes.

Quick Notes : I haven't actually written for Logan before, but I'm obsessed after Deadpool and Wolverine so... Here we go. I might write a part two, but I'm not sure yet.

Story Details : Deadpool & Wolverine spoilers, Reader is male but referred to with 'You/Your' pronouns, about 800 or so words, light angst, Logan drinking (obviously), cliffhanger ending.

Logan disliked the void; he disliked it nearly as much as he disliked Wade, which was a lot. Through the entire thing - the fight in the damn honda odyssey, getting the hell away from Cassandra, even getting brought to the resistance hideout - the only thing he wanted to do was down a few bottles of booze and crash for the night. The conversation he’d had with Laura made him feel… odd. It was hard to explain, and Logan wasn’t exactly known for being ‘in touch’ with his feelings. Hell, he preferred to drown them in alcohol over talking about them or even feeling them.

The mutant was drawn from his thoughts (and the bottle in his hand) when the door to the resistance opened, your form entering the hideout. He felt his nose scrunch - the stranger smelled like rust and metal, an unpleasant combination. You looked up from something in your hand, glancing at Logan before giving a curt nod and moving towards the nearby table. It was then that he caught sight of a slight blue glow just peeking out from overtop your undone top buttons; an arc reactor. Logan grit his teeth, tearing his eyes away as he downed half the bottle - of course he’d have to deal with a damn Tony Stark variant, it couldn’t have been that Wade was awake, it had to be him.

A grunt from you pulled his attention back towards you, his gaze soon affixing to what was in your hand - or more accurately, on your arm. It was a repulsor gauntlet, probably part of a full suit if he had to guess, with the paint faded and scratched. With only a glance, he had a feeling you’d been here a long while.

“You’re the first Wolverine I’ve seen here,”

Your voice cut through Logans’ thoughts, and he couldn’t help the bitter scoff that left him - of course you’d know who he was. Shaking his head, he approached your spot at the table, taking a seat across from you as he watched. You were fiddling with your repulsor gauntlet, the screwdriver in your hand digging between the metal plates as you scowled. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with you. Huh. It was then that he fully took in your form - really looked - and noticed that you weren’t quite the Tony Stark he was used to; you didn’t even look like a Tony Stark.

“You gonna’ tell me how you got here, or are you gonna’ keep staring at me while I work?”

Logan huffed at your question, bringing the bottle of booze to his lips as he regarded you. He didn’t particularly want to talk - especially to a damn Iron Man - but he relented, the alcohol flowing through his system loosening his tongue.

“The jackass known as Wade got us both stuck here,” you paused at his words, arching a brow as Logan took a swig, “He pulled me from my universe to try and save his.”

He could tell something about his words had struck a nerve because the moment he mentioned his own universe, you all but glared down at your gauntlet, your movements with the screwdriver less controlled and precise.

“Least you’ll get a chance to leave,” came your bitter words.

It was now the mutants’ turn to raise a brow, his eyes watching you - analyzing you - for any sign of what set you off. He looked away, tipping the bottle of alcohol back as the liquor slid down his throat.

“You been stuck here a while?” Logan found himself asking, surprising both you and himself.

Even more surprising, you looked up from your gauntlet and nodded, your expression softening as you tossed the screwdriver onto the table and sighed,

“Been here longer than most. Had the TVA approach me to join the fuckin’ ‘sacred timeline’ or whatever, and when I turned it down - tried to warn the Avengers - they sent me here. I got every one of my mates killed.” Logan frowned, but didn’t interrupt. Even to him, it was clear you didn’t often talk about your past, “Cassandra’s been tryin’ to get me on her side for ages now, but I refuse. I’m a genius, not a fuckin’ lap dog for some deranged bitch.”

That got a bark of laughter from the mutant, who shook his head in amusement; you had the signature ‘Tony Stark’ cockiness, arrogance might have been a better word, but you seemed more down to earth than the one he’d known of back in his universe. You seemed to have a shadow following you, something hidden to everyone that kept you locket away; it was something he could relate to.

“You got a name they call you?” Logan asked, taking another swig from his pilfered bottle of alcohol.

You hummed, returning your focus to your repulsor gauntlet as you picked up the screwdriver once more, “I’m the worst Iron Man.”

#logan howlett x male reader #Logan howlett #Logan x reader #Logan howlett x you #male reader #wolverine x reader #Logan howlett x reader #Deadpool and wolverine #Deadpool 3 #mcu

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justmeinadaze · 4 months ago

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Take It Out On Me: 5 Years Later (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I usually don't post this late (Pfft Late. Its like 9pm.) But I'm going to because I can. Idk why I've been attached to these weirdos as of late so I wanted to write a little thing. Please enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir(Master) Eddie & Sub Fem Plus size reader, SMUT, smacking, light dirty talk, DP, very light degrading, semi public (no ones there), light spanking, light choking. FLUFF, mentions of steddie and Y/N with their kiddos.

ANGST, the boys travel a lot for work and Y/N feels lonely. Mentions of her missing them and how she sees it affecting the kids. She struggles to voice her concerns because she knows they work hard. Mentions of feeling unappreciated, mentions of some insecurities (Y/N briefly mentions how her body doesn't look how it did before they had kids; also brief talk about feeling like a burden.) Y/N does kinda disappear but not like the times before. She's trying to get their attention.

Word Count: 6447

Series Here/Donate to me <3

1999

You sigh lightly under your breath before smiling at the sound of your ten and soon to be six-year-old playing in the pool outside.

The cold weather had begun to dissipate with spring just around the corner which meant it was about time for that feature of your two-story home to be utilized. After putting your things down, you quietly watched by the back door as your kids laughed at each other’s antics.

Molly was an incredibly smart girl who exceled in almost all of her classes. Like you, she decided to play basketball and was actually pretty good at it, winning trophies that you displayed in the living room next to the pictures of her fathers embarrassing her while she showed off her triumph for the camera.

Steve rarely if ever missed a game, cheering her on enthusiastically from the sidelines, clapping his hands and shouting her name even while still wearing his suit after his long workday at the office with Robin.

“That’s my girl! You got this, Mol! Don’t let them pass on you!”, he shouted extatically before placing his hands on his hips as he watched her play.

Because of their experience with you, both men would visibly panic if she got hurt on the court, sometimes even running to her to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked kneeling down to pet her head.

“I’m ok, dad. I just tripped.”, she giggled, taking the hand he offered her to help her get to her feet.

Steve dusted her off while the metalhead checked her over to make sure she genuinely was alright.

“Gentlemen, we’re going to need you to sit back down.”, the referee instructed.

“Excuse me while I make sure my daughter is ok! What did she even trip over? It’s your job to—”

“Ok, ok, guys. Come on.”, you coo softly as you grab both their arms to tug them back to the stands, turning to wink at Molly who chuckled at her dad’s overprotective nature.

Eddie did his best to be there at as many events as he could but struggled when he was on tour or promoting Corroded Coffin’s new album. Ozzy seemed to gravitate towards music as well even at his young age having you constantly finding him fiddling with one of his father’s guitars. At his preschool, his teachers always told you they found him in the corner strumming the tiny ukulele like it was an electric guitar.

Your son gasps as he tears open his wrapping paper on Christmas morning to find a guitar that was just his size.

“Mama! Is this for me?”

“No, we just thought we’d mess with you before I use it on tour.”

You narrow your eyes Eddie’s way as you playfully hit his arm.

“Yes, baby, that’s all yours.”

You were thankful that neither man never missed a holiday given how busy all three of you were but where your schedule was consistent as a teacher, theirs moved all over the place. While Eddie was dealing with things band related, Steve and Robin traveled from place to place either looking for new investors or providing support with their non-profit. Their office and the rockstar’s label were both in Indianapolis where you moved to have more space for your growing family but you missed them terribly every time they were away especially when they were gone at the same time.

“Mommy!”, your son shouted as he waved his little hand in your direction.

Beaming wide, you stepped outside where your best friend was sitting along the edge of the pool as designated babysitter.

The first few months after your move were rough because your family and Wayne were no longer close by so when Masie and her boyfriend moved to your town, you were so elated. Since her designer business was run mostly through her home, she offered to watch the kids until you or one of the boys got off work.

“Hey Oz. Are you two having fun with Aunt Maze?”

“Yeah! She won’t swim with us though.”, Molly jokes, selling out her aunt.

“Look, I’m here to tan not be a mermaid.”, she replies regally as if she’s royalty. “How was your day?”

“It was good.”

Your best friend narrows her eyes skeptically over her sun glasses and yanks on your wrist so you can sit beside her.

“Don’t act like I haven’t known you since kindergarten and can read you like a book. What’s going on?”

She waits patiently while your eyes flick to your children who were now once again preoccupied playing in the water.

“I don’t know why but this whole long-distance thing has been really hard lately. I miss them both so much.”

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“I can’t do that, Maze. This is their careers. What? Am I going to ask Eddie to give up touring and Steve to not talk help those kids with what that do?”

“No but, sweetie, it’s not selfish to ask for more time with your husbands.”

You grin at the title still loving the sound even after all these years. For your ten-year anniversary, the rockstar surprised you and his friend with a trip to a tattoo parlor to get a more permanent ring inked on your fingers just above the rings they bought you and each other.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, Harrington.”, Eddie teased as he watched Steve close his eyes and wince. “After this you’re going to want more, right sweetheart?”

You giggle from your spot in the chair knowing he was right. You yourself had surprised them with their initials on your chest near your heart a few years earlier.

In casual conversation, they referred to you as their wife especially the rockstar who let it flow freely from his mouth during interviews and corrected anyone who said otherwise.

“We’re here with Corroded Coffin guitarist Eddie Munson on Total Request Live. How are you, man? How’s the girlfriend?”

Eddie chuckles sassily as he places his palm on the man’s shoulder.

“Wife, Carson. I’ve known and been in love with Y/N since our junior year of high school. Come on, dude. I shouldn’t have to remind you every time.”

Steve had actually turned down an investor not only because he referred to you incorrectly but disrespected you as well.

“Wife…Yeah, alright, Mr. Harrington, I’ll indulge your little fantasy.”

“It’s not a fantasy, sir. She’s the mother of our children, she saved both our lives, and we love her. Y/N is our wife.”

“Hm, ok, sure. Whatever you say.”

Steve sighed as he smirked and rose to his feet.

“Come on, Robin. We’ll look elsewhere.”

“Mr. Harrington, be reasonable!”

“Honestly, sir, our entire non-profit is about taking care of children and people who have been bullied, demeaned, and cast aside by society or their parents because of who they love. We protect them from people who mock them or are dismissive of who they are and who they love. People like you, Mr. York. Thank you for your time.”

“Just talk to them, Y/N. When are they coming home?”

“Tomorrow. Eddie’s flight connects to where Steve is so they will both board there and come home together.”

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“I don’t see them, mom.”, your daughter whines as she pushes up on her toes to search over people’s heads.

“They’ll be here, babe. The lady said their flight had a bit of a delay so it may take a bit more time.”

After a couple more minutes, a hat came into view you immediately recognized as the one Eddie wore so he wouldn’t be easily recognized walking side by side with a fluffy head of hair that could only belong to Steve Harrington.

“Is that them?”, you ask as you point towards the figures walking down the hall and as soon as Molly confirms she sprints towards with her brother close behind.

“Hey…hey guys.”, Steve greets in a gravelly voice filled with sleep deprivation as he lifts his daughter off her feet to hug her tightly to his chest while an equally tired Eddie bends down to pick up Ozzy. “Oh my God. We missed you so much.”

“Hey sweetheart.”, the rockstar whispers as they switch kids and he presses her head to his shoulder. “You definitely got some sun yesterday.”

“We, we went swimming yesterday cause Aunt Maze said it was ok cause it wasn’t so cold.”, your son declared making the pretty boy smile as he tried to place him on his feet. “No, dada!”

“I know, buddy, but I want to give mommy a hug to.”

“Ah too late.”, Eddie jokes as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his embrace. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You smiled as you craned your neck to kiss his lips before leaning over to do the same with Steve as he wrapped his arm around your neck.

***

You kept your arm looped through Eddie’s as you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his smell that you missed so much.

“This is amazing, honey, and you made this all by yourself?”, Steve inquired as he took another bite of the spaghetti on his plate.

“No.”, she giggled, blushing at his praise. “Mom and Ozzy helped me. We’ve been talking about me taking some cooking classes over the summer though.”

“Yeah, then Robin can hire you as her personal chef since she hates using the stove.”, the rockstar joked making his son cackle with the same wide smile that mirrored his own. “What about you, Oz? Taking a carpentry class so you can build us stuff we don’t have to pay for?”

“Noooo. T-This summer I’m going to play Spyro on the PlayStation with you daddy.”

Eddie beamed with pride at the notion that his son wanted to spend so much time with him. Both men loved being fathers and were grateful for every moment they got to spend with them.

Steve absolutely adored reading with Ozzy and while on trips would call him on the phone so he could hear him read out loud.

“The princess…sc-screamed in t-t-ter…”

“Terror.”, you help as he looks at you with wide, expectant eyes.

“…terror when the witch apurd…”

“Close, bud. Appeared.”, Steve guided as he continued to follow along with his own copy of the book he bought before he left.

“…appeared but suddenly the kite…”

“Knight, baby.”

“That’s fair, Oz, but remember the K is silent. You got the sound for the I-G-H-T right though.”

One night when Molly was eight, the school was having a father daughter dance and she was utterly devasted both of her father’s weren’t allowed to come with the school claiming only one parent could go. Mirroring what they did for your prom, you took her dress shopping insisting she wear it home.

When she walked through the door, the lights were low and some soft music was playing on the stereo. Above the fireplace was a banner that read “Daddy/Daughter Dance” with both boys standing underneath it in their suits.

“May I have this dance?”, Eddie asked as he offered her his palm which she eagerly took before Steve did the same with you as you watched them sway.

The rockstar lifted her by her hands so her feet were on his and she laughed as he led while trying to make sure they both didn’t stumble.

“You look gorgeous, princess.”

She beams as she wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to her.

“I love you, dad.”

“Alright, freaks, get out of here so we can talk to mommy.”, Steve instructed. “We’ll do the dishes, sweetie. You guys just go watch some tv.”

Once they were out of earshot, the pretty boy shifted his gaze back towards you both to find his friend smirking as you nuzzled your face deeper into his bicep.

“Everything ok, baby?”

“Yeah, I just miss you guys so much but it hurts even more when you’re both gone.”, you whisper trying to control the urge to cry.

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie sighs as he lifts his arm to pull you closer to his side. “We talked with our agent and supposedly we won’t be traveling for a while so I’ll be here.”

“Robin and I don’t have any meetings coming up any time soon so I’ll be here as well.”, Steve cooed before getting up to sit on your side of the table. “I know, baby girl. I hope you know we appreciate everything you do and how supportive you’ve been when it comes to all this.”

You softly smile his way as silently nod.

This isn’t normal for you but they both know how hard it is for you when they are away so both men let it go.

***

That night you stared at the men you loved, running your nails down Steve’s back while playing with Eddie’s hair, as your mind went into overdrive which was nothing new for you. Being a full-time teacher and full-time parent wasn’t easy for anyone. Thankfully thanks to Eddie and Steve’s careers, money wasn’t something you needed to worry about but trying to make sure your kids had everything else they needed filled your mind.

You desperately needed Daddy and Master but you had zero idea how to ask for them. You knew they were busy working around the clock to achieve their goals they worked so hard for and quite frankly you didn’t want to be a bother.

“That I’m a burden damage.”, Eddie’s voice echoed in your brain.

You knew Maze was right; if you just talked to them and told them how you felt everything would be ok but the little subby girl inside you kind of wanted them to take notice without you having to tell them what you need.

“No, no, no. That’s selfish and not fair to them.”

“Eddie…Steve…”, you whispered, gently shaking their shoulders to no avail. Something inside your chest cracked as a few tears began to involuntarily fall. “Daddy…Sir…please…”

“Hmmm…what-what’s going on? Baby, are you crying?”

At his friend’s question, the metalhead promptly pushed up on his elbow to scan your features.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I…miss you w-w-when…you’re away.” As you really began to sob, both men sat up, bringing you with them before Steve reached beside him to turn on the bedside lamp. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, honey, it’s alright. Calm down and talk when you’re ready.”

They’re kindness was hitting your heart in the best way making you cry harder while the boys exchanged a worried glance.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m acting like this…”, you breathily laugh at your expense. “I just… when you’re both gone I miss you so much and I feel like these trips are coming closer together… I get worried that this will be the trip that you miss something important with Molly or Oz. I know how much being alone hurt you, Steve, when your parents were gone.”

“Then…I miss…us. I miss hanging out with you two and talking to you about everything without a phone being in the way. I miss Daddy and Master. It’s been over a year since we played like that. I’m scared—”

“Ok, sweetheart, breathe.”, Eddie tries to comfort as he scoots closer to you and continues running his palm along your head. “How long have you been feeling all this?”

“A while. I know you guys are working and I can’t ask you to give that up—”

“But that’s not what you’re asking for right, honey?”, Steve inquires, wiping your eyes with the tissue he retrieved. “You’re asking for time.”

You aggressively nod your head and both men can’t help but chuckle.

“We understand, Y/N. I love, LOVE, being on stage and playing my guitar especially after everything we went through to get here but in our tour bus or hotel, I’ll pull out pictures of you guys and keep them by side.” Pausing, he grabs his wallet and pulls out the little laminate where he keeps his photos. “I always have these on me.”

You smile at the images of him holding baby Molly and Ozzy. There’s another of you in your wedding dress at the reception you planned for them and another with the three of you at your makeshift prom with them kissing your cheeks as you grinned.

“Ah you bastard. You took the prom one.”, Steve teases, taking out his wallet to hand you his own set. “These are the ones I carry.”

His first two are the same except with him holding his children but the one he has of you is from New York where you posed in your dress in front of the theater at the play you went see with your arms open wide towards the sky. Behind that was the picture you had taken when they took you to the beach for the first time almost 15 years ago.

“Which ones do you carry with you?”, the pretty boy asked just as Eddie came back to bed from collecting your own wallet from your purse.

Steve beamed at the newborn photos they took of your kids that day they were born along with one you had of him holding Molly as she blew out her candles on her cake at her first birthday. The rockstar smiled and kissed your temple at the image you snapped of him and a two-year-old Ozzy sitting on the floor while he strummed his guitar.

They weren’t surprised when you flashed the photos they had found in your room when they went to get your things after your parents kicked you out senior year; Eddie asleep after the Dio concert and Steve kissing your cheek after a date. The last picture was from prom night as well except it was the one they took right before it started to rain with Steve holding the camera high in the air to get all 3 of you.

“I love being able to save all these kids and traveling with Robin but, baby, I wouldn’t even be doing it if it wasn’t for you. You inspired me to be a better man and those kids are my everything. If you need us here more, honey, then we can do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, and I know it’s been a while since we got to play but remember what you told me, sweetheart, at Molly’s baby shower?”

“Those titles never go away even when I’m saying your name.”

“Good girl.”, Eddie praises comforting you immediately. “Maybe, the three of us can go on vacation…like a second honeymoon or something. I know Wayne wouldn’t mind watching them.”

“I’d like that.”

Their smiles widen as they pull you back under the covers and hold you to them as you drift off to sleep.

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You were angry.

Both men said they wouldn’t be traveling anytime soon yet neither had been home that much the last couple of weeks. Eddie had suggested planning a vacation but nothing had been set in motion and you were getting antsy.

Grabbing your children, you left a note and headed back to Hawkins.

“Gran-ma!”

“Hey, Oz. How’s my little man?”, your mom cooed as she lifted him into her arm while your father hugged Molly.

“Are the guys coming later on?”

“Most likely not.”, you growled causing your parents to exchange a look.

“Well, I was about to watch that movie about the volcano that destroys the town on tv. Wanna watch it with me?”

You son cackles almost devilishly while his sister nods and your dad shakes his head with a smile following them to the living room.

“Ok, talk to me, sweetie. What’s going on?”

You sigh as you sit with your mom at the dining room table and tell her your woes. She listens patiently occasionally nodding her head while allowing you to finish.

“I can see why you’re upset but why don’t you talk to them?”

“I tried, mama, and look where that got me.”

The phone in their kitchen blares but for some reason it feels louder than normal as if scolding you to answer.

“Hello?” Your mother listens to the person on the other end before her eyes flick your way. “It’s Edward.”

“I’m not here right now.”

“Y/N, come speak to the man you love.”, she scolds eliciting an eye roll from you as you get up and take the receiver from her grasp.

“Eddie.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”, he asks with an edge as if he’s trying to control his temper. “How dare you take them out of town without fucking telling us.”

“I’m surprised you noticed. You two have barely been home.”

“We’ve been working, Y/N. When we talked, you said that’s not what you were asking us to stop doing.”

“You’re right. I was asking for time which I or the kids have yet to receive. You promised me!”

“So what, little girl? You thought you’d just punish us by disappearing to Hawkins for the weekend?”

“I didn’t disappear. I left a note.”

The chuckle that left him paired with the soft echo of Steve’s beside him had a pleasurable chill running down your spine.

“Is that really the game you want to play right now, Y/N? You think semantics are going to save you from the punishment you’re going to get for what you just did?”

“I’m not afraid you or Steven, Edward. Daddy and Master are gone and you both are too fucking busy for us so who cares.”

“You think Daddy and Master are gone? Oh, baby.”, he laughs. “Trust me, they’ve been right here watching and taking in everything their little whore does. It’s been a while since she’s needed to be put in her place.”

“Hm. Well, she’s been practically screaming for your attention but you never seemed to notice that.”

“You wanted our attention, babe, you got it.”

“Yeah and with how things have been you won’t fucking do anything so I’m not scared. I have to go. We’ll be home by Sunday.”

“Don’t hang up that phone, Y/N Y/L/N. We are not done here.”

“Yes, we are.”

***

You told your parents after your kids went to bed you were going to go for a little walk. To no surprise, your feet ended up taking you back to Hawkins High.

You dragged your feet through the parking lot where Carol had spray painted your car and in return you punched her. Steve shouted at them to leave you alone almost getting into a fight himself. Your fingers grazed the lockers as you heard yourself telling your tormentor she had no ass; the act landing you in detention where your life was forever changed.

Part of you expected to find them waiting in the classroom you met them in and your heart broke when they weren’t. You sat on the teacher’s desk as your eyes ran along the entirety of the room, sifting through memories good and bad. You could still feel Steve’s intense stare as he watched you talk to his friend and Eddie’s even stronger personality as he tried to get you to talk.

Laying back flat, you could still see the metalhead’s belt buckle in your peripheral before he knelt down to talk to you in that husky tone that drove you crazy. Shifting your gaze to the ceiling you could still feel Steve’s fingers digging into your hips and the taste of his lips when you surged forward to kiss him.

As the feelings began to overwhelm you, you slid off the furniture and continued your journey around the school, passing the lunchroom where you smiled at the memory of Eddie on top of the table telling the students you were theirs. Finding the stage in the theater, you sat in the same spot the three of you had sat in while you were painting.

The first time Steve threatened to spank you making a heat rise in your bones you had never experienced before. Five years later, you would have your roleplay here making you cum harder than you ever had.

After a while, you knew you needed to get back home but on your way out, you noticed the gym remembering where you became jealous and threw a basketball at where they were in the stands. You entered the girl’s locker room and leaned against the lockers where you felt Eddie for the first time. When they were done, they took you to the showers where you talked about Stephen King and they invited you to dinner.

Sighing, tears began to fill your eyes and you hastily dried them as you powerwalked back to the gym.

“It’s kind of amazing how in almost 15 years this school has yet to get better security.” Eddie’s voice startled you as you squeaked, your gaze finding theirs from their place on the bleachers. “Or at least a fucking lock.”

The metalhead rises to his feet and his shoes bang loudly against the wood as he makes his way to the floor.

“It’s also amazing how in that time some of your habits haven’t changed, little girl. Running away, hanging up on me, coming here…you not listening.”

“YOU not listening.”, you hissed his way. “You said you appreciate everything I do but you have no idea what that actually entails.”

“I see we’re doing this the hard way. Steve.”

The man himself silently stomps down the bleachers and strides towards you before reaching for your forearm. You try to fight back, pushing at his chest but he’s much stronger, lifting you off your feet and slamming you down against the hardwood.

Keeping one palm firmly on your throat, he utilizes the other to pull down your sweatpants and underwear but when your hand flies, hitting him across the face, he raises his own to do the same.

“I told you this isn’t a game you wanted to play.”, Eddie sneered leaning down with his palms on his knees beside you where you and Steve were glaring at each other. “Now, where were we during our phone call. Ah yes, you said Daddy and Master are gone and we’re too fucking busy is that right?”

“Yes.”

Again, Steve’s palm rears back and smacks you hard across the face.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, SIR!”

This time when his hand connects with your cheek, you moan at the sensation.

“Yes, Sir.”, you answer with zero sarcasm.

“I told you, little girl. Daddy and Master are always watching and taking note. They fucking notice how hard you work when we’re out of town. How you and Maze work together to get things done.”

“We hear how much you all miss us when we call.”, Steve added. “And we feel how lonely you get when we can’t fall asleep with you. We feel it to.”

When your eyes roll, Eddie kneels down and replaces his friend’s hand around your throat.

“Do we need to use the fucking belt, Y/N!? Has it really been that long?!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Then help us to!”

Your bare feet push the pretty boy off you and even as the metalhead tightens his grip, you manage to flip him over on to his back where you straddle his waist.

“Molly started reading Lord of the Rings because she knows you like it, Sir. Sometimes she waits up hoping to talk to you more about it but by the time you come home from the label she’s already in bed.” Eddie blinks as he rests his hands on your hips while you turn your attention to Steve. “Ozzy has been practicing his swim time and wants to try out next year for the community team. He asks if when you’re not busy with Aunt Robin if you could give him some pointers, Daddy, but your never home in time.”

“They tell me they don’t care because ‘Dad and Dada’ are singing or saving people but I care. I care that I see that sad look on their faces when you’re not there. I care that they get their hopes up and you disappoint them! Just because you’re home doesn’t mean your home!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Eddie sits up and firmly pinches your cheeks with his fingers.

“I know you know what he’s asking, Y/N. Don’t play coy. What about you?”

Your head starts to hang but his grip won’t allow it.

“We…we’ve spent almost everyday together since senior year when our parents kicked us out and we moved in with you and Wayne. After your careers took off i-it was hard but you both made up for it, taking us on vacations or just being home more in general. These p-p-past couple of years…you’re just…gone.”

“Sweetheart.”, the rockstar coos as he pets your head and dries your eyes.

“I don’t care about dates, gifts, or any superficial stuff like that when it comes to me. When you aren’t there to hold me at night, Sir, I feel so alone. I miss your smell and the way your lips feel against mine.”

Guiding you with his hands, he brought your mouth to his and you reveled in the taste.

“What else, baby, tell us.”

“I miss choking on your cock while Daddy’s tongue plays with my pussy—”

Steve’s hands yanking you down Eddie’s frame has a smirk flickering across your lips as he positions you on all fours over his friend’s waist. You make quick work of the metalhead’s belt as he lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants allowing his dick to spring free.

As soon as your mouth enveloped him, one of the former jock’s palms held on to your lower back as he utilized his other to allow his fingers to slide into your entrance while his tongue flicked along your clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I missed this to.”, Eddie groans as his fingers run through your hair. “W-When I jerk off in our hotel room before I crash, I see those big, beautiful eyes looking—shit—looking up me while your mouth is full.”

You gag as your throat constricts around him and his head falls back against the hardwood as he grunts in pleasure. Your lips come off him with a smack as a string of drool follows you and you continue to pump him with your hand as you whimper at the feeling of the man’s motions behind you.

“P-Please, Daddy. It feels so good!”

A sudden warmth encases you as your hair is tugged back and Steve’s fingers hasten between your legs.

“No one told you to stop sucking his dick, did they, little girl?”

“N-No, Daddy.”

“So why did you fucking stop?”, he growls in your ear. “Open.”

At his command, you do what he says before he pushes you down onto his friend’s cock once again.

“Fuck! That’s it, Steve. D-Don’t let her up till she fucking cums.”

Felling your pussy clench around his fingers, he lets you go and you cry out as the coil snaps.

“Atta girl. Daddy’s good girl.”, he murmurs, praising you as he lifts your shirt and uses it to wipe the spit from your face before fully removing it to toss near your other clothes. “Come here, honey.”

Effortlessly, Steve lifts you and carries you to the bleachers, placing you on top of him to straddle his waist.

“I m-miss your warmth when I hold you and rest my head on your chest.”, you whimper, watching as he fumbles with his own belt while struggling to keep his composure over his own desperate need to feel you. Cupping his face in your hands, you lean your forehead against his and he heavily exhales at the notion. “The way your fingers bruise my waist while you’re fucking me. You both hold me so tightly still…l-l-like I’m gonna disappear.”

As you push up against him, his palms glide along your back to support you while his lips open mouth kiss along your chest. His breath warms your skin as you gradually sink down onto his cock and he grunts at the sensation.

“Shit, baby girl, I dream about you on top of me like this. I wake up in the middle of the night in my hotel fucking hard as a rock wishing I-I could feel your—mmph—gorgeous body against mine.”

His amber irises glance behind you before he swivels his body around so his back is lying flat on one of the wood benches. A palm takes hold of your shoulder and you crane your neck just in time to see Eddie’s jaw drop as he guides himself into your ass.

It was absolutely euphoric feeling them both again after so long. They thrust their hips in sync as if no time had passed and every emotion hit you simultaneously as your body went limp against them allowing them to take over.

Steve grabbed your limbs and bent them behind your back and the metalhead seamlessly took hold of at your wrists using them as leverage as he slammed into your harder.

“Hey, hey… look… look at Daddy, baby.”

You whimpered as you struggled to do what he wanted but when you did your eyes locked with his, silently begging for them to push you over the edge. Eddie’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling firmly while the other boy spanked your behind.

“I love you, Steve.”, you whispered.

“I love you to, baby. Oh f-fuck.”

His lips crashed to yours as you felt his spend warm your insides. Pressing up with one of his palms, he pushed you into the metalhead’s chest so both their foreheads could rest against your skin.

“I love you, Eddie. Fuck, I’m coming.”

As your orgasm washed over you, ringed fingers gripped your chin and turned you so he could kiss you as he thrust his release into your behind.

“FUCK! I…I love you, sweetheart.”

The three of you pant heavily as you hold each other, you with one arm around Steve’s neck and the other reaching behind you to do the same with Eddie as your fingers thread through his hair.

“I miss Eddie making me laugh or just sitting on the counter talking to me while you watch me cook. I miss Steve pulling my legs over his while we watch tv or you comforting me after I have a bad day. I miss the little touches, soft kiss, and whispers in my ear… We used to handle everything together and lately… I feel like…it’s just me…”

Steve’s thumbs caress your cheeks as Eddie kisses your shoulder.

“And I know things are different. I know you’re both handling your careers and we have two little monsters to handle… I know…I’m…physically not the same…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What does that mean?”

“I just…I’ve had two kids—”

‘And?”, Eddie cuts you off before spanking your ass. “Are you implying that you aren’t still as fucking gorgeous as you were when we first saw you?”

“Look. I’m not like you two, ok? Mr. Popular Jock and I’m in a rock band—”

“Alright, well, that’s enough of that.”, Steve replies with a mocking tone as they rise to their feet and he throws you over his shoulder. “Seems like pretty girl has lost her mind.”

You laugh as they take you to the locker room and turn on the showers to clean you.

“If I suddenly turned into Wayne and lost all my hair, would you still love me?”

“Oh my God. Wayne has hair.”, you giggle. “And of course I would.”

“Pfft suuuure he does.”, he teases as he runs the soap along your skin. “What if Stevie got like a beer gut and lost his luscious head of hair?”

“Why do I get the gut, Mr. Rockstar? You get drunk way more than I do!”

“I would love you both no matter what.”, you coo as you keen into his chest and kiss his cheek making him smile.

“Then, honey, why do you think that would be a factor when it comes to you?”

Once you were clean and they collected your clothes, you allowed them to dress you before Eddie suddenly paused taking in your shirt.

“Not that I’m complaining but your drool is still clinging to this thing. Um…” Snapping his fingers, he grabs his own shirt and tugs it over your head, startled him when your arms wrap around his neck and you passionately kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. We’ve been working too much and we promised you we would do better.”

“But we didn’t. I guess we thought since we still came home at the end of the night, it evened things out…I’m sorry to, Y/N.”, Steve apologizes and you lean forward to kiss him as well.

***

You smile as you hear your son’s loud footsteps bang around upstairs telling you he was awake.

“Yup, he’s got your genes, Edward.”, your dad joked with a grumble as he sipped his morning coffee.

“You know, sir, as much as I would love to have the nature vs nurture debate…” Right as he points towards the ceiling above, Molly laughs loudly as her feet bang against the floor before following her brother into the bathroom to brush their teeth. “Yeah, they’re both awful.”

Steve lightly hits his arm while he and your mother laugh.

Halfway down the stairs, both children gasp in excitement at the sight of their fathers making you grin wide as they jump into their arms.

“Ay, it’s too early for so much love. Love me in like…”, Eddie pauses as he looks at his watch, subtly winking your way when your daughter giggles. “…two hours.”

“Hey after breakfast, why don’t we go to pool and I can show you guys some tricks I learned on the swim team.”

Ozzy’s eyes widen as he claps his hands.

“Yeah! I was thinking…dad…about joining the swim team like you did. I’ve been practicing!”

“No way.”, Steve feigns shock as his own wide eyes shift your way. “Well then let’s finish eating the food grandma made and then you can show us all some of your new moves.”

“I’m surprised with how late you came back, you’re awake enough to do anything.”, your mom addresses you with that faint hint of sarcasm that has your dad rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Bev, those aren’t insinuations Grandpa needs to hear about at any time of day.”

“What insinuations?”, Molly asks.

“Nothing.”, all five adults respond in unison causing your children to erupt in a fit of giggles.

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Shhh!!! Part 8

Celebrity!Joel Miller / F Reader

A reluctant celebrity contractor who has closed his heart for love meets a celebrity-hating Cafe on Wheels owner...

She HATES him. Thing is, he couldn't get enough of the coffee she makes...

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WARNINGS: Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Celebrity Joel Miller, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, I'm Bad At Tagging, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy.

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Part 7

Joel froze. He didn’t say anything back to Tommy. You were weirded out by the silence, so you turned around and gave Tommy a beaming smile yourself, asking him what you could get for him.

“Oh, I’m just here to get the coffee that changed my brother’s mind about fancy coffee. He seemed content with crappy coffee all his life until he had yours,” Tommy smirked at Joel, whose face had now turned bright red.

“Oh, you must be Sarah and Ellie’s Uncle Tommy! It’s nice to finally meet you! They talk about you all the time!” you held out your hand for him to shake, and he took it, kissing the tips of your fingers gently as he confirmed his identity. You didn’t see Joel’s jaw clench watching his brother easily flirt with you.

“Let me just get your order. You Millers must have an iron stomach! Six shots of espressos are no light feat!”

You turned around and immediately began preparing his order, completely unaware of the silent argument going on between the two siblings. Joel keyed in the price of an americano with the extra espresso shots, holding the reader out aggressively, stopping just before it hit the younger man squarely in the nose for him to pay.

“It’s okay, Joel, it’s on the house. Maybe he can wipe tables for a few hours,” you joked.

“Nah, he has places to be, he’s a busy guy, right Tommy?” Joel widened his eyes at his brother, though his stiff body posture visibly softened at your gentle tone.

“Actually, I could use a change of pace. Sure, I can wipe tables, you got a rag?” Tommy’s smirk widened as his brother’s face turned an oddly darker shade of beet. Joel tossed a rag to his face, signalling for him to move aside so he could serve the next customer.

“Best leave them to it,” Bill’s voice chimed in, “Not enough space in the truck for all of us,” he said, pulling a chair and sitting down himself, gesturing for Tommy to sit with him.

Tommy took a sip of the coffee you handed to him as soon as he sat down. He offered Bill a hand to shake, “Tommy, I’m Joel’s brother,” he said.

“I know who you are, I know who your brother is. Seen you on that show,” Bill grumbled. “You guys do a good job,” he said, “Been doing DIY all my life. You know what you’re talking about.”

“I hope so,” Tommy said, eyes watching Joel smile more than he ever had outside of his family time. “Learnt everything we know from our old man. Sure wish he was still around to see us, you know? We grew up lacking, he worked so hard for us, and I think our biggest regret, both mine and Joel’s, is that our parents didn’t live long enough to enjoy our success,” Tommy held his head down, fingers fiddling with the strap on his watch.

Bill nodded, eye softening a bit hearing Tommy talk about his late Papa.

The two chatted a bit, Bill learning how Tommy and Joel knew you, and Tommy learning a little bit about your family. The man was not as much of a grump as he seemed to be, Tommy found, actually reminded him of Joel a lot. It was clear how much Bill loved you, cared about you.

After a while, the two stopped chatting, eyes fixed on the truck, both you and Joel working seamlessly together. Tommy felt as if he was watching some sort of a TV show where the hero resembled his older brother, except this guy was smiling way too much.

“Is Lily seeing anyone?” he chanced a question at Bill.

Bill glared at him for a second, as if deciding if the question was intrusive, but ultimately deciding it wasn’t, seeing where the man was coming from. He had been wondering about this Joel guy since he appeared this morning, clocking his shy body language whenever you were near him. And as for you, there was something he saw in your smile when you saw him that morning. Being in the service industry, you had a smile at the ready, one you used for everyone, a generic smile you turned on effortlessly. But your real smile, you saved for a select few people in your life. The one you gave this Joel guy was definitely the second one. More so, in fact. Extremely genuine, but you didn’t hug the man or kiss him hello. You were usually very physical with people you deemed your friends. So the fact that you served this man your genuine smile, but refrained from touching him told him something.

“Who are you asking for?” Bill asked Tommy instead of answering.

Tommy laughed, “Just curious, is all,” he deflected, still watching his brother laugh with you in the truck, glancing at Bill, who was also watching the scene unfold. “Known that guy all my life, never seen him smile and laugh like that with anyone who is not his immediate family,” he told Bill, who raised an eyebrow at him.

The guy from the next truck came by, talked to you about something, and you beckoned to your uncle, who hurried over to see you. Joel came out, his own coffee cup in his hands, sitting down himself.

“You know, this is good coffee,” Tommy seemingly conceded, taking another sip from his cup. Joel nodded, couldn’t help himself from agreeing with his brother, eyes closing once more at the warm, bitter, sweet liquid warming his insides.

“But it’s strange,” Tommy continued, “It’s good, but I didn’t close my eyes as if my world was put right again after a sip. I’m wondering if it’s not the coffee… but the person who brewed it instead,” he finished, his eyes twinkling.

Joel’s head snapped around, checking if you heard Tommy’s accusation. But try as he might to retort, he couldn’t find it in himself to say anything. He could feel his cheeks turn red as his younger brother’s grin got wider and wider.

“Oh man, I’m right, aren’t I?” he smacked his brother in the shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Ask her out!”

Joel scoffed, shaking his head. “She’s a friend, Tommy. She’s the girls’ friend. I can’t risk ruining their friendships.”

“The way the girls kept talking about her at the cabin? I think they know. And what’s more, I know they approve.”

Joel hung his head, hands playing with his cup. He looked at the truck, seeing you and your uncle arrange the order that Tony’s brother put in. He had volunteered to help, but the order was urgent, so Bill would do a faster job, seeing as he was a lot more used to helping compared to him. The guy could actually use the machine and make fancy coffee with you.

“It’s not about that, Tommy. I’m not ready for that kind of thing. I don’t know if I even have it in me anymore. You want me to reel some unlucky lady into a relationship when I don’t know if I can do that? I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s just cruel.”

Tommy wanted to say more but decided not to. He didn’t want to push Joel into anything like this, knowing his aversion to having a romantic relationship. He had tried. Oh Lord, how he tried. But Joel was a stubborn man. And perhaps, his love for Laura was too great, maybe he was afraid of losing again. Tommy had no idea what it was like to lose a wife, to become a single dad at 22, heck, he didn’t even know Laura that well. He was in the army when Joel met Laura. He met her maybe five times, but it was clear to him that Joel was besotted with her. And when she died, it was as if his ability to love another woman, aside from their Mama and Sarah, and later Ellie, died with her. Joel refused to even talk about her. It hurt too much, perhaps. Maybe Laura was the great love in his life and he would spend his life mourning her. And everyone around him just had to make peace with that.

But then, what he saw this past week, and especially this morning, made him think there was hope yet for his brother. His girls definitely were hoping he would find someone. Both of them seemed to make their life plans around him, not wanting him to be alone. And what Ellie kept insisting happened over the two weeks before Sarah came home was not her imagination after all. He had only seen Joel with you for a little over an hour, and already, his big brother was the happy man he knew before his wife passed. More so, in fact. He seemed light, relaxed, happy.

His Mama used to voice her worries for Joel before she passed. Joel was quiet after Laura. He had an inkling that his Mama knew more than she let on, but she never told him anything. She was so worried he would just end up alone forever, and the last thing she wanted was for her oldest boy to be lonely. And then there was Sarah, she worried for her, wanting her to grow up with a female presence in her life other than a grandmother. But any time either of them suggested a set up or him going out more to meet new women, they were either met with silence, straight out rejection, or in Tommy’s case, hostility.

Tommy knew he was not one to talk. He hadn’t exactly had a serious relationship in years. He realized that he and Maria were a new development, but now that he’d met her, he also knew that he didn’t want to even imagine a life without her in it. And he wanted his brother to have that too.

But how could he help Joel, when the man himself didn’t want to be helped?

A couple of weeks went by, and before they knew it, the meetings for the shoots over the next season had begun. The new episodes shot over the past year was edited and ready to go for airing, and Joel found himself dragging his feet to get to work. The prospect of another year of this, as determined as he may be that it was the final one, was too much to bear for him. Another year of long work hours, another year of being away from his girls. The idea that he would have to be away from home more than he would have liked hurt him.

Sarah was home, loving her internship so much she came home every single day with stories to tell. Ellie finished her summer course, enjoying the last couple of weeks of her summer holiday. He was positively sulking at the idea that he might need to leave the house before he could send Ellie to school and come back home after the girls were asleep, missing Sarah’s stories and Ellie’s homework time. Given how busy his schedule would be, he might even be away on weekends, so movie nights with the girls and Tommy might be a thing they had to forego for a while too. Even the thought of what was coming made his heart feel heavy.

But what weighed his heart down even further was the fact that Ellie would no longer be attending the classes at the rec centre. There would be no excuse for him to see you in the mornings. For the coffee, obviously. He had no idea how he was going to go back to bad coffee on set when he had been indulging in that luxurious cup he had been having for the past few weeks.

Of course, the idea that he wouldn’t be seeing you every day for the next year was something he wasn’t looking forward to either, but that was neither here nor there, surely?

He had learnt more about you from your time together, seamlessly chatting whenever the truck had a breather from customers. You even taught him to make his own espresso shots. He actually managed to make a simple latte and an americano for a couple of customers when you went to get something from Tony. But for his special cup of coffee, his payment for helping you out in the mornings, you had always indulged him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He stayed once Ellie came out of class, wiping tables, joking around with you and Ellie, only going home when you close for the day. Heck, he had the free time, and spending time with Ellie as she earned her first cheques was something he wouldn’t miss. Ellie got quite good at making coffee, despite hating the stuff. She even managed a decent cup of cappuccino a few times, complete with the foamy art thing at the top. He couldn’t get the look of happiness that graced his little girl’s face every time she succeeded, and the proud smile and hug you gave her stayed in his head.

He couldn’t deny the influence you had on his girls. He knew Ellie spoke to you about things she didn’t dare tell him, private stuff, perhaps, and watching her interact with you brought warmth to his heart. He watched as you braided Ellie’s hair in one of those stick to the head braid things, the one he had attempted for years with Sarah but could never get neat enough, when she complained the bits that was not tied in her ponytail kept getting in her face. He was so tempted to take a picture, you sitting in the truck doorway, Ellie between your legs on the steps, smiling and laughing with each other as Ellie told you something that happened in class that day, but if someone knew what a big deal it was to have someone snap a picture of them without consent, it was him. So he didn’t. But the sight was so domestic, so intimate, he wished he had done so. Ellie’s own mother ditched her as if she was yesterday’s garbage and knowing that Ellie had you to turn to made him feel better. Even Sarah wouldn’t shut up about you, even though her time spent with you were now limited to weekends, texting and phone calls. Like Ellie, she had taken to telling you stuff she wouldn’t share with Joel as well, and the fact that you never told him anything showed him they were right to have chosen to tell you in the first place.

He liked you. He knew that. There were days when he was lying in bed looking at your phone number, daring himself to text you. But he didn’t know what to say. Laura was the only woman he had ever allowed himself to be that close to, and his relationship with Laura was… different.

But God, he wished he could find the courage to text you.

Yesterday, on Ellie’s last day of work, Joel watched as you presented her with her final cheque, giving her a tight hug after, telling her to come over in the evenings if she decided to volunteer at the centre. Though the teenager had plans to do exactly that, Joel could still see she was sad that she wouldn’t be spending so much time with you. She took a selfie with you, silly faces for the photo, you pointing at the cheque in Ellie’s hand with a huge grin on your face.

Then, you turned to him and gave him a brief hug, thanking him for helping you out, telling him not to be a stranger.

Maybe he imagined it, but he could have sworn he saw a glint of sadness in your eyes.

How he wished he had the courage to get a selfie with you too, but given how the two of you met, he didn’t even dare ask.

And he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t miss your company.

“Okay, so there is a list of celebrities who had already expressed interest in the charity episodes, more than we need, actually, but those who we couldn’t fit in this season could always be on standby for next season,” Jimmy, one of the co-producers told the team, shuffling a bunch of papers on his desk, passing the list around.

“Next season?” Joel asked, “Didn’t Angela speak to you?”

Jimmy looked at Joel, confusion in his face. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not renewing. This is my final run.”

There were murmurs of confusion going around the room.

Jimmy looked flabbergasted. Tommy kept his head down, but didn’t say anything.

“Well,” Jimmy managed to blurt out, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it then. Moving on…”

“Angela, why hasn’t the team been informed about this being my final year?” Joel barked as he walked into Angela’s office, Tommy following behind.

Angela rolled her eyes, “Are we really back here?” she asked, her arms crossed on her chest as the brothers stood in front of her desk.

“I wasn’t kidding. I am not renewing. I was very clear about this.”

Angela opened her desk drawer, taking two envelopes out, depositing one in front of each brother. “Have a look, gentlemen, and tell me you want to decline that offer,” she said, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

Tommy picked up the envelope and took out the new contract, shuffling the pages for a bit before settling on one page, letting a whistle escape his lips, his expression impressed. Joel didn’t even look at his envelope.

“They tripled our pay,” Tommy said. Joel still didn’t budge.

“Tell me I didn’t do you justice. Haven’t I always taken care of you two?” Angela cooed.

“I don’t care about the money. I am done. I’m not signing,” Joel reiterated, turning around to leave.

“Tommy, knock some sense into your brother here, please. Imagine what you can do with that kind of money!” Angela told Tommy, exasperated at Joel’s stubbornness.

Tommy didn’t speak. He closed up the contract and placed it back in the envelope. He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head a little before letting the envelope fall on her desk.

“I’m not renewing either.”

Joel stopped in his tracks, his head snapping around to face his brother.

“What?” Angela gasped, her face now devoid of any colour, despite the layers of make-up on it.

“I’m with Joel. I’m not renewing. I’m done. One more year and then I stop,” Tommy cooly replied, hands in his pockets.

“If the amount is not enough…”

“It’s not about the money, Angela. We’re just… done.”

Tommy turned around and joined his brother, asking him if he was interested in having a drink at his place, which Joel happily accepted.

They spent the evening drinking by Tommy’s pool, taking advantage of the final couple of weeks of vacation time they had, Joel letting loose for the first time in a long time. He felt free. Tommy wanted to retire too. One less person to fight over this decision he had made. Their phones were blaring with texts and missed calls from the agent, so much so, they had to set her tone to silent.

“So, you and Maria…?” he tried.

Tommy nodded, “Yeah…” he wiped his face with his hand, happiness written all over his features. “She’s great, Joel. She makes me happy.”

“Angela knows?”

“Fuck no. She’s gonna make it a thing. Publicity, all that. I’m not putting Maria through all that. And you know what she’s like, she’ll whip up an NDA before I finish telling her about it.”

Joel shook his head, annoyance clear across his features.

Tommy raised his eyebrows at that, pouring another shot of whiskey for the both of them.

“You two… uh… still…?” he tentatively asked, worried Joel might not be drunk enough to share.

“Nah, stopped that like… a couple months before i officially adopted Ellie?”

“Can I ask why?”

“She’s changed,” Joel said, sipping his whiskey, taking the fuzzy slippers Tommy gave him to wear in the backyard off, lying down fully on the pool chair. “You remember what she was like when we first met her?”

Tommy nodded. Of course he remembered. Angela, the sweet, fresh faced, innocent young girl who just landed a job at the agency. The two of them were among her first few clients. They were more friends than agent/clients back then, all of them starting out, still learning the business.

Somewhere along the way though, she changed. Obsessed with money, even going so far as marrying someone she didn’t love just because he was rich. The man was a known playboy, notorious for openly having a new young girl in his arms on a weekly basis. As she got older, she began to worry his interest was waning, so she took it upon herself to look younger, keep his interests alive, all in the name of living a luxurious life. It was no secret she didn’t love him, only his money. She had lovers on the side for herself, not that her husband ever cared. He stayed with her because of her Hollywood connections, good for business, you know?

Unfortunately for her, the man matured, fell in love for real, retired, and divorced her for the love of his life. And because of the prenup she signed, she didn’t get much in the divorce. She herself had become successful by then, so she went back to her single life, with plenty of money and a list of men she could call should she ever get… lonely.

She and Joel were friends for a long time, with benefits, of course. But he was always the man he was now, someone who refused to commit. The arrangement lasted until she got married, and resumed for a bit after she got divorced, only to stop completely when Ellie came into the picture. Joel didn’t like the way she tried to influence his decisions on Ellie, realizing that his formerly kind friend had changed. Everything became a question of image, and of course, money.

Joel just couldn’t find it in himself to ever be involved with someone like her. If not for the contract he signed, he would have said goodbye to her the moment she suggested having Ellie in his life was going to ruin his image. But now, he had one year left of this contract. He was not renewing, and Tommy was by his side. He had to stick with this for one more year, and then he’ll be free of her.

“What are you gonna do when the year is up?” Tommy asked.

“Ellie still has to finish school, after that, we’ll see,” Joel shrugged, giving Tommy his glass for a top up.

“Don’t punch me, but… will Lily be part of that life?” he smirked at his brother.

To his shock, his brother smiled, so widely, and blushed.

Oh, the drinks had gotten to him, Tommy thought.

Joel closed his eyes, laid his head back on the chair, a silly grin on his face, looking just the way Tommy imagined he himself did when the revelation about Maria came forth.

“God I hope so,” Joel heard himself say.

Shit. Stop talking.

“I like her, Tommy, I really do.”

Fuck, what the fuck was wrong with him? Stop talking!

“She’s so sweet, and kind, and funny, and smart, and she’s so nice to the girls, they love her, and she makes the best coffee in the world!” he exclaimed, gesturing to show how big the world was with his arms, spilling whiskey on himself.

Fuck it felt good to finally say it out loud.

Fuck, did he say it out loud?

He sat up, Tommy grinning at him like that cat from that book. Was it a cat?

“Maybe I should stop drinking, huh?” he feebly said.

“Fuck, no! I want to hear this!” Tommy teased, taking the glass from his brother and giving him water instead. “So we were right, you do like her?”

Joel hid his face in his hands, nodding.

“So tell her! What are you waiting for?”

Joel took his hands off his face, frowning a little.

“I don’t think she likes me like that,” he pouted, lying back down, arms over his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Joel sat back up, looking a bit forlorn now.

“She hates celebrities. We’ve been mean to her all her life. One stole her boyfriend. And I yelled at her. I fucking yelled at her, Tommy!”

Tommy wanted to laugh. When was the last time Joel was this relaxed? But this was the most he had ever gotten out of his brother, and he wasn’t going to let such an opportunity pass by.

“Well, maybe when you retire, you could ask her out. Technically, you wouldn’t be a celebrity anymore then, right?”

Joel’s eyes went wide, “Yeah, you’re right! I could ask her out then! I need to text her and tell her,” he slurred, fishing his phone out of his pocket, squinting a little at the screen when the brightness hit his eyes, deciding then he shouldn’t text you right away.

“Okay, let’s call Sarah huh? Have her pick you up? You’re in no shape to drive.”

“It’s just down the street, Tommy. I’ll be fine. I’ll walk.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you can walk a straight line to the bathroom, brother, let alone to your place. It’s a very long street.”

Joel laughed, standing up, swaying slightly. He downed the bottle of water Tommy gave him, going to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, smiling to himself. He felt lighter. He may have been loopy, but he knew he was telling Tommy the truth. He liked you. and it felt good to finally say it out loud.

“Hey Joel,” Tommy called out as he struggled to put his boots back on, “I want you and the girls to meet Maria.”

Joel nodded, happy to see his brother happy.

“Friday night? That sushi place?”

“It’s a date,” Joel said, squinting his eyes a little as Sarah’s headlights shone in his eyes. Ellie came out and went into the back seat, waving at Tommy as she did so.

“Hey, since it’s a date,” Tommy said, walking to the car with his brother, “Why don’t you ask Lily to join us?” He bent down to Sarah’s open window, “What do you think, girls? Do you think we should invite Lily to join us for dinner with Maria?”

The squeals the girls let out made Joel’s efforts to bend himself into the mini much more difficult, but his heart was soaring at the idea that his girls were that excited at the prospect of having you join them for dinner.

As he laid in bed that night, hoping to God his first hangover in years wouldn’t be too harsh, he took a deep breath and held his phone in his hands, the texting app at the ready. Might as well do it now while liquid courage was still in his system.

You placed the recycling in the bin, running a little as you went back to your apartment. The summer heat was still very much evident, even at night time, and you couldn’t wait to get back in the comfort of your AC. You were fishing for your keys in your pocket when Lucy tapped you on your shoulder, a meek smile on her face, a sponge cake in her outstretched hands.

“I need to apologize,” she said, a cringe accompanying the apology.

You felt bad for her, so you beckoned her inside, even cutting her a slice of the cake.

“I want to say sorry,” she began, “That day, I was hungover, I had a terrible first date the night before, and seeing Joel here…” she sighed, shame across her features.

“Hey, it’s no big deal, really… if you’re worried I would say anything, I…”

Lucy held her hand up, “No, Lily, I was rude to you. And I’m pretty sure I said some really bad stuff about him too. I just… I feel like I need to set the story straight.”

You nodded, letting her go on.

“See, I think I made him sound like some jerk or something. He really isn’t, Lily, there’s a reason I’m so bitter, after all,” she said, head hung a little, ashamed of herself.

“He’s a great guy. I dare even say that he’s the most gentlemanly man I have ever met. So polite, so gentle, so considerate. Compared to his brother, who, by all means was a great guy himself, Joel was just… on a different level, you know? I crushed hard on him. Everything I just said about him is true, and he’s good looking, humble, and a great dad to his kid to boot? Oh, I was in love with him before he even knew my name!”

You smiled, knowing that she was right. Joel was a great dad. You’ve seen him with his kids, they clearly loved each other a lot. And aside from his tantrums at the beginning, you knew him to be a great guy too. Everything she said about him was true.

“And the thing I said about his… bedroom… skills…” she added, carefully choosing her words, “I think his… lacking… was more due to the fact that he didn’t want intimacy, rather than his lack of a gift or talent, if you know what I mean…” she narrowed her eyes at you, head going down a little, as if trying to get you to read her mind.

Your head lowered with hers, face scrunched up, confused by her words.

“He’s packing, honey. Very much so,” Lucy blurted out.

Oh. Oh…

“So, he didn’t really need to try that hard, if you get my meaning,” she added, rather conspiratorially.

Uh… sure, whatever you say dear.

“So, when he reconfirmed the fact that he didn’t want more, I was heartbroken. He was perfect, he was actually a great guy, back then, at least. And he didn’t want me and couldn’t have made it clearer. I think if he tried to make it any clearer, he would have seriously injured himself. I couldn’t stay there and see him every day. It’s like being a diabetic in a candy store, and the shop owner wouldn’t let you buy any,” she sulked a little at her own words, making you snort.

She saw the way you were refraining from laughing and laughed herself. You burst into laughter, Lucy laughing harder than you at herself.

“So, I came to ‘warn’ you because I was jealous. I didn’t mean any of it,” she said, looking genuinely sorry for putting you in that position. “There’s a reason all his ‘exes’ are still on good terms with him, you know. He’s a great guy. Just… emotionally stunted, is all. And they all handled the NDA thing much better than I ever did,” she continued, taking another bite of the sponge cake.

“What about the NDA?” you couldn’t help asking. For someone who didn’t really bother with the gossip columns growing up, you were really curious.

“Ah,” she said, taking another slice of cake. “See, as I understand it, at least, the way it was explained to me before we, you know… had that experience in his office, he only made sure the NDAs go to people who were not deemed his ‘serious romantic partners’. Only his ‘friends with benefits’ receive them. And so far, most of those he slept with were given one, so when his agent gave me one, I knew right away that I was never ever going to be ‘the one’ for him,” she explained, taking another bite of the cake. “Damn, this cake is good.”

“Most? Did he ever not give anyone one?” you heard yourself ask, almost slapping yourself for even asking. Why did you need to know? You’re not interested, right?

Lucy nodded frantically, and you felt your heart drop further and further down every time her head dropped down. “One lady contractor, she was in that show on TLC a while back? Tess, I think? Yeah, Tess. They were seen together a lot, and there were rumours that they were an item. From what I heard, she didn’t have to sign one. They broke up when she moved to Texas.”

Okay, you shouldn’t listen to this anymore. So you changed the subject, asking her where she got the cake instead.

Before she left, she turned around and took you by the hand, making you promise her that you wouldn’t use her words back then against Joel. You gave her a disbelieving laugh, “Honey, I’m not with Joel. He’s a friend.”

“Okay, uhuh… sure… cause we all look at our friends the way you guys looked at each other that morning,” she smirked.

“Lucy, there was no look, I was just thanking him for helping me out,” you insisted, feeling your face and neck get hotter as you did.

“Lily, honey,” she said, “I may be a delusional, inconsiderate, untalented bitch who made you suffer through my horrendous singing at one point, and I was definitely hungover that morning, but I’m not blind. If Joel Miller had looked at you the way he would a friend that morning, I would not have come barging in here trying to make him seem like a limp-dicked, selfish man whore,” her eye brows were raised so high, her lips in a mocking pout at you, her hands rubbing your arms soothingly, as if she was sorry you were too thick to understand what was going on that morning.

With that, she took your face in her hands, pinched your cheeks and bid you goodnight.

You laid in bed unable to sleep, wondering what the hell to do with the information Lucy just gave you. You could not deny what she said back then did give you pause about Joel.

Sure, you liked him. He’s nice. Funny, even, when no one else was looking.

And okay, if you squint, he may even pass as okay looking.

Oh, who the fuck were you kidding? He’s totally hot. So hot you found yourself feeling hot all over every time he looked at you. Like all the heat in your veins just pooled under the outermost layer of your skin. Not to mention the way your heart skipped a beat every time he smiled at you. It’s a wonder you hadn’t toppled over from cardiac arrest at this point.

You looked for him in the morning crowd, and that week he was away…

Your fingers itched to text him. You willed Ellie to send you pictures with him in it. You stared at that photo she sent you of herself, Sarah and Joel with sushi in their mouths. Even at his silliest, he looked dashing. You found out rather early that googling his pictures was pointless, he didn’t smile in any of them, always with that frown on his face. You watched YouTube videos of him from that show, but he didn’t smile there either. You missed his smile when he was away. You kept rereading the text he sent you asking you to teach him how to brew coffee, the only texts between the two of you, aside from the ‘hi’ he sent when he first got your number.

When you said goodbye to Ellie yesterday, you meant it when you said she could still contact you. She’s been telling you things, whenever Joel was out of the truck. Texting you at night and even calling you with Sarah to talk to you about more private stuff. You didn’t mind, of course, but on one such call, he knocked on Ellie’s door and told her she should go to sleep, it’s late, and you heard him say goodnight to her and Sarah.

You couldn’t stop imagining what he was like at home that night, in a more domestic setting. What was he wearing? Did he look as good as he did outside?

After hugging Ellie goodbye, you took a chance and hugged him goodbye too, heart heavy at the thought of not seeing him around as much. You made the mistake of taking a whiff of his shirt as you did.

Fuck, he smelled great. And now you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not that you ever managed to since he started hanging out at the truck.

If what Lucy said back then made you pause on being closer to him, that conversation you just had with her didn’t help either. You could not get him out of your mind. And that comment about his… physique…

Your phone chimed, making you jump.

Joel Miller: Hej

Your heart soared. He texted you. He actually texted you.

Okay, stay cool. Relax. He couldn’t see you.

You: Hei. What are you, Swedish now?

Joel Miller: I might be a bot drink.

You: You don’t say? How can I help you, Mr Miller?

Joel Miller: Yuo frre Frrday?

You: Uh… I’m gonna guess you’re asking if I’m free Friday? I’m working. Why?

Joel Miller: Sorry, fst fingers. Froday night. You free Friday night?

You: I should be.

Joel Miller: Call I kill you?

Joel Miller: Walt. Np.

Joel Miller: No.

Joel Miller calling.

“Hello?” you had to refrain from laughing.

“My fingers are too big to text.”

“I can see that.”

He chuckled. You could hear the slow, lazy drag in his laugh.

Oh yeah, he’s drunk alright.

“I was trying to ask if you would be free for dinner. Friday. With me. The girls, Tommy, and his new girlfriend.”

His voice was so calm, slow, relaxed, every word drawn out. God it made you feel things.

“You sure you want me there? Sounds like a family thing. I don’t want to intrude…”

“You’re not. Please? The girls would really love it if you joined us.”

I would too. Please say yes.

You were quiet. He lifted his phone off his ear, checking to see of you were still online. You were.

“Hello? You still there?”

“Yeah, I am, I just… are you asking me this cause you’re drunk?”

“No,” he slurred, chuckling. “I’m really asking. I’ll ask you again tomorrow, if you don’t believe me,” he promised.

“Okay, ask me tomorrow.”

“But if I do, would you say yes?”

“We’ll see, Mr Miller.”

“Okay,” he said, unable to control the grin on his face. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Good night Lily, please say yes.”

“Night Joel.”

Part 9

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Just Friends 11 - In every way a person can be

Here we go guys!! Part 11 of my Damien Haas x reader story. I've been having so many great interactions this week about my writing with you guys and I'm just so so happy and grateful. You guys are amazing!! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

It had been a week since it was just the two of you. A week since everything changed and then... nothing. Damien had said you should talk about it, and you'd told him you weren't ready. At the time, you hadn't been lying. But now, after a week of waking up alone, of stolen glances and brushing shoulders in the kitchen while Shayne obliviously filled the air with his chatter, you were starting to feel the weight of it all.

The mornings felt quieter without him next to you, as though the world had been muted overnight. Waking up alone wasn't just lonely—it felt empty. Like something that was supposed to be there had gone missing.

Shayne had been home a lot lately, buzzing around the apartment like he was making up for the time he was gone for Christmas. You couldn't blame him for being around more, but it made things harder. There was no space to figure out what to say, let alone find a moment to just be with Damien again.

And maybe that was part of the problem. You knew what you wanted, or at least, you thought you did. But knowing it and saying it out loud were two different things. What if you said the wrong thing? What if you couldn't take it back?

The sound of Shayne getting in the shower snapped you out of your spiral. He always took forever in there; you had time. Before you could overthink it, you slipped out of your room and into Damien's, closing the door softly behind you.

Damien was buttoning his shirt when you slipped into the room, closing the door behind you as though you'd just snuck into enemy territory. Your back pressed against it, your fingers gripping the handle like you might need to make a quick escape.

Damien glanced up, startled for only a moment before a slow, warm smile spread across his face. "You know, if you were trying to be stealthy, the door slamming kind of gave you away." His eyes softened as they took you in, lingering just long enough to make your heart stutter. "You're cute when you're sneaky, though."

You let out a nervous laugh, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Shhh, we don't have much time."

"For what?" he asked, turning fully to face you. His smile didn't fade—it rarely did around you nowadays—but there was curiosity in his expression now, or maybe even a flicker of concern.

You took a deep breath and stepped away from the door. " We're meeting everyone at the bar soon, and I figured now's as good a time as any. To talk. I mean, I've been avoiding it, and I just... I just don't want to do that anymore."

Damien leaned back against the edge of his dresser, crossing his arms as he watched you with that calm, steady gaze that always seemed to see right through you. "Okay. Let's talk."

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Everything you'd rehearsed in your head seemed to scatter the moment he looked at you like that—patient, open, and entirely too understanding.

"I..." You faltered, biting your lip and glancing down at your hands.

His voice was gentle when he spoke. "Do you want me to go first?"

You nodded quickly, relief flooding through you. "Yeah, that would be good."

"Okay." Damien smiled and pushed off the dresser and took a step closer to you, his hands sliding into his pockets. "I want to be with you."

Your breath caught, and you blinked up at him. "In what way?"

"In every way a person can be," he said without hesitation, his voice steady but warm. His gaze glued to you.

Your words tumbled out in a rush. "I want to be with you too. I really, really do. But I also... I need to know that we can still be friends, you know? Like, what if this doesn't work out? What if we mess everything up?"

"Do you think you could wait to plan our breakup until we're actually in a relationship?" Damien interrupted, his tone dry but amused.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the humor in his voice. "Well, can you blame me? Every relationship I've ever been in, has led to a breakup!"

"You know, that's true for all single people." He stepped closer, his smile softening. "But I get it. You're scared. That's okay. What do you need"

You bit your lip, glancing away before looking back at him. "I have a list of five things I need to know before I'm ready to decide what this is and tell people."

"Five things, huh?" He chuckled, but there was no mockery in it—just that familiar, easy warmth. "All right, lay them on me."

You straightened your shoulders, trying to channel some confidence. "One: We need to be able to hang out with our friends and be normal."

Damien nodded, his expression calm but attentive. "Easy. What's next?"

"Two: We need to be able to hang out alone and as friends." You hesitated for a moment, the words tasting heavier than they should as they left your mouth.

"Sure. That's what we've been doing for years we should be good at it as this point," he said, his voice steady but soft, like he didn't want to spook you.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his eyes on you. They weren't just looking—they were seeing.

"Three." You shifted your weight, your hands fidgeting slightly at your sides. "We need to test the waters with Shayne and Angela. You know, make sure they're cool with... us."

Damien's smile grew warmer, his gaze flicking briefly to your hands before returning to your face. His expression softened, a quiet patience in the way his head tilted slightly, like he was giving you all the time you needed. "Okay. I'm with you so far. What else?"

You swallowed, trying to focus on the list, but the way his eyes lingered made it nearly impossible. It wasn't just that he was looking at you—it was the way he looked at you. His gaze dropped momentarily, tracing the line of your lips, before meeting your eyes again.

Your cheeks flushed, your heart racing as your thoughts scrambled to keep up with your list. "Four: You can't look at me like that."

His eyebrows lifted in mock surprise, though the mischievous glint in his eyes deepened. "Like what?"

"Like..." You gestured vaguely toward his face, feeling your resolve crumble under the weight of his expression. "Like that!"

"Sorry," he said, though the grin that lingered on his face made it abundantly clear he wasn't.

Your breath hitched as you closed the remaining distance between you, unable to shake the way he was watching you like you were everything. "And five." Your voice softened, the vulnerability slipping through as your chest tightened. "You need to kiss me now."

Damien's grin softened as he stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you.

His hands rose, warm and steady, as they framed your face. The calluses on his fingertips brushed your skin, as his eyes searched yours for the briefest of moments.

And then he kissed you again.

It was deliberate, slow, and full of everything you'd been aching for. His lips pressed against yours with a tenderness that left no doubt. His thumbs brushed over your cheeks as if to reassure himself you were really there.

Your hands found their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if holding onto him could stop time. The heat of his body seeped into yours, melting the lingering nerves and leaving only the overwhelming relief of finally, finally being back here with him.

When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice was low and rough, the words slipping out like a confession. "I've missed you."

You smiled, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as if to keep him from slipping away. "I missed you too."

It was true, you had missed him too. Somehow, even though he'd been right there—in the same apartment, sitting next to you on that same couch—it wasn't the same. You missed this.

He leaned in, his voice low and warm. "Okay, so one down."

You smirked, trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up your cheeks. "You could also stop looking at me like that, and we'll be two down."

Damien's grin turned mischievous as he shook his head. "Okay... so one down."

Before you could say anything more, Shayne's voice echoed from the other room. "Are you guys coming, or what?"

You froze, your mind scrambling for an excuse for why you were in Damien's room. "Yeah, I'm just... borrowing his... hat!"

Damien raised an eyebrow, barely containing his laughter as you turned to him, wide-eyed. "Do you even own a hat?" you whispered in a panic.

"Uh..." He scanned the room before grabbing a cap off his dresser and holding it out like a lifeline. "I have this?"

"Perfect." You snatched it and tugged it on, trying not to look as flustered as you felt.

When you opened the door to leave, Damien caught your wrist, pulling you back for one last, fleeting kiss. It was quick but enough to leave you breathless.

Shayne's voice called out again, impatience clear. "Let's go!"

With one last glance at Damien, you slipped out of the room, your pulse racing but your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. You put on the cap and turned it backwards as the three of you left your appartment, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

When you entered the bar it was packed with lively chatter, clinking glasses, and the faint hum of music that seemed to weave through the chaos. You, Damien, and Shayne arrived just as Courtney, Angela, and Sarah Christ waved from a booth near the back. The place was bustling, with bartenders rushing to keep up with orders and a slightly bewildered customer at the bar insisting on ordering meatloaf.

"Finally!" Angela grinned, sliding over to make room. "We were about to send a search party."

Courtney smirked, sipping her drink. "Shayne probably got distracted by a twisted straw on the way here."

"I'll have you know I only paused to help someone cross the street," Shayne shot back, slipping into the booth. "It's called being a good citizen."

Sarah Christ's eyes locked on you and Damien as you slid in—Damien hesitating for a second before sitting just a little too close. Her knowing look was impossible to miss, and you instinctively shifted further apart. It felt like she was playing chaperone, ready to pounce on any slip-up. It was irritating, but maybe necessary.

"How've you been, Sarah Christ?" you asked quickly, hoping to redirect her attention.

"Oh, you know," she said. "Not sleeping, barely eating. The usual. Maybe now that Shayne's back, I can finally rest."

You gave her a pleading look, but Sarah just shrugged. Damien's leg bounced nervously under the table, and you nudged him slightly, a silent reminder to keep it together.

Angela leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Why would Shayne being home make it easier for you to sleep?"

Damien nearly choked on his drink, coughing as Sarah Christ arched an eyebrow. "Well... you know, Shayne's so boring, it always knocks me right out."

You forced a laugh, trying to keep the mood light. "Yeah, that's what she meant."

"Right," Angela said, her smile a little too knowing. Courtney raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

Shayne, blissfully clueless as ever, grinned. "Hey? mean!"

The conversation moved on, but you could feel Damien beside you. His hand brushed yours under the table, a fleeting touch that you knew would make things harder for you. You glanced at him as if to let him know this was against the rules. His hand withdrew quickly, and his jaw tightened.

"Let's play darts!" Courtney announced suddenly, breaking the moment. "Losers buy the next round."

Everyone groaned, but eventually agreed, shuffling toward the dartboard. The area was tucked into a corner of the bar, a bit quieter than the rest of the room but still buzzing with energy.

"Okay, ground rules," Courtney said, dramatically pointing at everyone. "No standing too close to the dartboard, no bribing the bartender for tips, and no Shayne sabotaging Angela by making her laugh mid-throw."

"That happened once!" Shayne protested, throwing his hands up.

"It was five times," Angela corrected, narrowing her eyes. "And I'm still mad about it."

"Fine! I'll behave this time," Shayne muttered, crossing his arms.

As the game kicked off, it quickly descended into chaos. Angela, true to form, managed to hit the wall twice. "This board is rigged," she declared, squinting at it like it had personally wronged her.

"It's not rigged, you're just bad," Shayne teased, stepping up to take his turn. He promptly threw a dart that bounced off the edge of the board and hit the floor. "Okay, maybe it's a little rigged," he muttered.

Courtney was surprisingly good, landing two darts near the center in quick succession. "I should've made you guys bet actual money," she said with a smug grin, twirling the next dart between her fingers.

When it was Damien's turn, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he played. He stood with a relaxed confidence, his focus unwavering as the dart left his hand and landed neatly in the second ring. You tried not to stare, but it was hard not to admire the way he carried himself.

"You're up," Damien said, stepping aside and gesturing for you to take his place.

You stepped forward but hesitated, the dart poised in your hand. "Can't you play for me?"

"No, he can't! That's cheating," Shayne interjected with mock outrage.

You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip as you turned to Damien. "Please, Damien."

He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper just by your ear. "You can't say that."

You faltered, glancing up at him. "Why not?"

His eyes flickered to yours, a mischievous spark lighting them. "Because I keep thinking about the last time you said that."

Your breath caught for a moment, a smile creeping onto your face as his words sank in. The last time you said that, when you two were alone.

"Are you two strategizing over there or what?" Courtney called out, breaking the moment.

Startled, you quickly threw the dart, sending it flying wide and missing the board entirely.

"Oops," you said, with a smile on your face as you stepped aside.

"Nice shot," Damien teased with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he moved back.

Sarah Christ stepped up to the board, sizing it up like it was the creakside killer. "I should've brought my gun."

"No," Angela said immediately, pointing a stern finger at her.

You went to grab another drink at the bar, when a guy sidled up next to you, his grin a little too confident. "Hey, haven't seen you around here before. Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm good, thanks," you said, trying to be polite but firm.

He didn't take the hint, leaning closer. "Aw, come on. Just one drink."

Before you could respond, Damien was suddenly there, his hand resting lightly on your back. "Everything okay here?"

The guy looked between you and Damien, his grin faltering. "What, are you her boyfriend or something."

Damien's face searched yours as you shook your head at him "Ehm.. no I guess I'm not," Damien said, his voice strained.

Back at the booth, Sarah Christ gave you a pointed look. As Courtney seemed to mouth, "that's interesting."

Shayne, still oblivious, chimed in. "What? Do the drinks come with twisted straws?"

When Damien turned around to join the group the guy leaned over to you again, "So I was thinking.."

You responded quickly, "Fuck off" and raised you middle finger at him.

He scuffed, "bitch".

"So I've been told" you responed as you took a sip from your drink when a voice from behind startled you.

"Nice cap," said a man in a backward red hat, nodding toward your own. "We're bringing it back, huh?"

You turned to see what looked like Fred Durst. The resemblance was uncanny. "Uh, thanks."

He pulled his sunglasses down, "Are you okay?"

You gave a half-assed smile, "Yeah, I guess I'll be fine"

He tipped his hat. "You know, it's just one of those days."

You caught Damien watching from across the room. His gaze was intense, his lips pressed into a thin line.

When you returned to the group, Angela immediately leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, did you make a new friend at the bar?"

"One friend and one mortal enemy," you replied, settling into your seat and taking a sip of your drink.

Sarah Christ tilted her head thoughtfully. "I like that other guy. He's kind of attractive to me right now."

You snorted. "Be my guest. He's all yours."

Courtney raised an eyebrow. "Wait, are we talking about the guy with the beard or the one who couldn't take a hint?"

"The latter," Angela clarified with a smirk. "The guy that looked like Fred Durst cosplaying as himself."

The night remained lively and fun, the tension between you and Damien simmering under the surface, unspoken but undeniable. The night air was crisp as you left the bar, laughter trailing behind you. You pulled your jacket tighter, falling slightly behind.

Damien slowed to match your pace. "Cold?"

"A little," you admitted.

Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, his warmth still lingering in the fabric.

"Thanks," you murmured.

He nodded, his hand brushing yours as you walked. Up ahead, Sarah Christ attempted to piggyback Angela, much to Courtney's dismay.

When you got to your appartment Shayne unlocked the door, muttering something about needing water before disappearing into the kitchen.

You and Damien exchanged a glance before heading to your rooms, the silence between you heavy.

You lit all three of your cinnamon candles, their soft glow filling the room as you settled onto your bed, your phone buzzing almost immediately. Damien's name lit up the screen.

"Hey," you answered, smiling softly as you leaned back against your pillows.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and warm. "I miss you."

Your chest tightened at his words. "Tonight went okay, right? With the group? I mean... we did hang out with our friends and we were kidn of normal."

"It went great," he said, a smile evident in his tone. "Even if I couldn't stop looking at you."

Your cheeks warmed, and you were grateful he couldn't see your expression. "Yeah, well, you weren't exactly subtle with the whole 'knight in shining armor' act."

"That guy at the bar deserved it," he said, his voice hardening slightly. "He was out of line."

"I know, and... thanks for stepping in. I just... I didn't know what to call you earlier, and that's why I hesitated. It’s not that I didn’t want to."

Damien let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry. I should've just acted normal."

"It's okay," you murmured, your voice soft. "I just... I don't want to mess this up. Not with you."

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like a fragile thread.

"I know, I guess I just don't really know what you're feeling," he finally said, though his voice sounded reluctant.

His words hit you hard, the honesty in them impossible to ignore. You stared at the candles on your dresser as the flames danced. The truth was, you did know where you stood—you'd known for a while now.

Heart hammering, you slid off the bed and crossed the hall. Each step felt heavier than the last, but the thought of not saying anything, of letting this moment slip away, was unbearable.

You knocked lightly, your pulse roaring in your ears as the door opened. Damien stood there, disheveled and concerned, his brow furrowed as his gaze searched yours.

"I'm in love with you," you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. Your voice wavered, but the conviction behind them didn't falter. "Are you?"

For a moment, Damien just stared at you, his lips parting as if to respond, but before he could, Shayne appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Returning the hat, huh?" Shayne called out, raising an eyebrow. His tone was heavy with irony as he gestured toward the cap that you unknowingly held in your hands. "Yeah, because that absolutely couldn't wait until morning. Wow, Damien, you must be thrilled."

Damien's gaze flicked briefly to Shayne, then back to you. His expression softened, his lips curving into a small, certain smile as he seemed to be answering both questions at once. "In every way a person can be."

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 1 year ago

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hi! could i request a rosa diaz fic where rosa has a really awful stomachache while she’s at the precinct, but she doesn’t want to admit she doesn't feel good. she keeps trying to work until reader eventually pulls her aside and rosa opens up and tells reader (rosa and reader aren’t dating yet). then reader brings her home and they get all cozy, and reader stays until rosa feels better. at the end rosa finally admits she likes reader and they kiss and its all very fluffy and sweet. tysm!!

Hey, friend! Hope this is what you were looking for. 🥰 This one took me a little longer than usual, but I'm really pleased with how it turned out. And for all you Rosa Diaz fans, get ready because I've got a lot of Rosa requests in my inbox! —illdowhatiwantthanks

Just Playing

Rosa Diaz x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, cops (duh, but they don't do any cop things), mentions of periods, period pain, implied sex Word count: 2.9k

Summary: You take Rosa back to her apartment after she has a rough day at work thanks to period pains. But you never could have seen where the evening would take you.

Rosa was nearly bent double as she stood at the podium, reading notes from a clipboard on a new drug ring they’d be investigating over the next several weeks. Her teeth were gritted, and she looked for all the world like she could kill someone. Well, she looked more like she could kill someone than usual.

You were good at reading Rosa, better than the rest of the squad. Maybe because your job allowed you more observation time; you were an officer, sure, but you didn’t carry a gun and you didn’t police the streets. You were their digital analyst, doing your own investigations online and finding information for the squad to use in their investigations. As a result, you had a lot of time in the precinct.

You were quieter than the others, more reserved, more observant. You knew that Jake got loud when he got insecure. You knew that simply telling Amy she was doing a good job was enough to stop a spiral in its tracks. You knew that Captain Holt had a fondness for candy canes, so you kept some in your desk drawer all year round, just to pull one out when it seemed like he needed a pick-me-up. But you knew Rosa best of all.

You’d be lying if you said you watched Rosa for solely platonic reasons. She was pretty. She was smart. She worked hard, and she cared about people–no matter how much she tried to act like she didn’t. Best of all, you could make her smile. No one else made her smile. After your first month or so on the job, she started talking to you. At first you were taken aback. Why was she being nice to you!? Why was she approaching you at all!? Rosa didn’t do small talk. She didn’t do politeness for the sake of being nice. It had to be that she actually liked you. You were flattered. As far as you could tell, Rosa didn’t like many people.

She especially didn’t like people today. She was clearly not okay. And you weren’t the only one who could tell.

“Any questions?” Rosa asked, finishing up her presentation, and pressing a hand over her abdomen.

Jake raised his hand and Rosa rolled her eyes.

“What, Jake?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

She glared at him. “Why, fuckface? Do I not look okay?”

“No, no!” he squeaked, hands up in defense. “You look great. Everything’s great. Carry on.”

You fiddled around in your bag, waiting for everyone else to leave the room before approaching Rosa, who leaned heavily on the podium, eyes closed.

You approached her cautiously. After all, Rosa was known for her explosive temper. She’d never exploded at you, but there was a first time for everything you supposed.

“Are you really?” you asked quietly.

“Hmm?” Rosa grumbled, inhaling sharply.

“Feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Her voice was decisive, rough.

You lifted your eyes to study her face. When she finally looked at you–her expression pained, exhausted, embarrassed–you knew. She was not okay. The fact that she’d let you see that she wasn’t okay underlined just how not okay she was.

“What’s going on?” Your voice was low, your posture casual so that no one observing would be able to tell you were concerned about her.

“Cramps.” Her cheeks reddened a bit, and you nodded. She didn’t need to say anything else. You got it. Any woman would get it.

“Why don’t you go home?” you suggested.

“I can’t,” she said tersely, glancing into the squad room to make sure no one was watching you two.

“Rosa,” you scolded her. “It’s not gonna kill you to go home an hour early.”

“No, I mean, I can’t.” She grabbed your arm, and gently pulled you aside to where no one could see. Your stomach did little somersaults, and you felt bad for getting excited when Rosa was clearly in pain. “I tried getting on my motorcycle. It felt like I was being stabbed in the fucking uterus. I’m just gonna call a cab once everyone else heads out.”

“Well, that’s dumb,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Rosa raised her eyebrows at you. It’s true, you weren’t normally that blunt. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t have to stick around here just being in pain. That’s stupid.”

“No, Y/N, don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine.” She started walking away, and this time it was you who grabbed her.

“It’s fine, Rosa. I don’t mind. I’m done with my work for the day. We’re friends, right?”

Rosa looked at you long and hard, like she was thinking through a problem, before nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re friends.”

“Okay, then.” You threw your bag over your shoulder. “This is what friends do.”

You started to walk out of the room, swinging your keys around your finger before stopping and turning back to Rosa. “It’ll, uh, be a minute, though. Just so you know. I parked… pretty far away.”

She grinned at you. “Yeah, I heard about that. You don’t use the precinct lot?”

“No! You have to pay for it! I’m not paying for parking at my job.”

“So where do you park then?” Rosa asked, sitting heavily in a chair and spinning.

You shrugged. “Wherever there’s street parking.”

“I’ll give it to you, Y/L/N,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re committed.”

You shot her an awkward, two-finger salute before walking out of the precinct and starting the several-block trek to your parked car.

You were kind of hanging out with Rosa tonight! Sure, she wasn’t feeling well. Sure, she might just be desperate for a ride home. But it counted… right? You’d parked just a block away from a bodega and silently thanked this morning’s parking gods. You picked up an assortment of things, some you knew Rosa liked, some that you’d want when you were on your period. And then, at the last moment as you waited to check out, you grabbed a bouquet of baby’s breath. It always made you feel better to have something pretty to look at. They might be a little too much, but it’s not like you’d gotten her roses or anything. Baby’s breath was a just friends flower? Right?

You threw your shopping bag in the backseat, then zoomed to the precinct for Rosa. You texted her, then waited, growing more nervous by the second. You’d never been alone with Rosa. Not like this, not in an enclosed space that wasn’t work. She sat with you at lunch sometimes or you went out for drinks with everyone after work, but this was different.

Pull yourself together, you thought, taking a deep breath as Rosa opened the passenger door and sat down heavily, leaning her head back.

“You alright?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

She nodded slowly. You waited for her to tell you where to go, but she was quiet.

“Uh… Rosa?”

She glanced at you.

“I kind of need to know where you live.”

Rosa seemed to think deeply about this, then leaned back and said, “Turn left up here. I’ll tell you where to go.”

You put the car in drive and simply followed.

When you pulled up next to Rosa’s building–a pre-war dairy refurbished as lofts–you followed her in quietly, stunned into silence, the bag of bodega groceries swinging at your wrist.

The elevator took you up to the fifth floor, and you couldn’t help but gape at her huge windows, the sealed concrete floor, the top-of-the-line appliances and expensive furniture.

You set the grocery bag on the kitchen island and took it all in, eyes wide.

“No offense or anything, but… how the hell do you live here on a police officer’s salary?”

“I don’t,” Rosa said bluntly, opening her medicine cabinet and rustling around. “I flip old cars in my spare time.”

“Oh.” You were glad Rosa was turned away from you so she couldn’t see you flush bright red at the thought of how she’d look fixing a car.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, slamming the cabinet shut. You jumped. “I’m out of–”

“Midol?” you asked, pulling a series of medicines out of your bag. “Tylenol? Advil? Aleve? Pick your poison.”

Rosa looked at the pills, grabbing the Midol, then staring at you so hard you blushed and turned away, rummaging through the grocery bag. You couldn’t see it, but her eyes softened as she watched you.

“You brought me painkillers?” she asked, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, still avoiding her eyes. “And…” You pulled things out of the bag like it was a magic hat. “Takis, Hot Cheetos, chocolate, a frozen pizza, and Moose Tracks.”

Now it was Rosa’s turn to gape at you. But somehow that made you blush all the more. “I just…” You stumbled over your words. “I always like pizza and chocolate when I’m on my period. And I know you love Takis and Hot Cheetos. And you always have Moose Tracks in the freezer at work.” When Rosa didn’t respond, you kept talking, trying to fill the silence. “It’s no big deal or anything. I didn’t want you to have to go out later or–”

“You noticed my Moose Tracks?” she finally said, smirking, her eyes twinkling.

“Well, yeah.” You shrugged. “I notice a lot.”

“Uh-huh…” Rosa mumbled, watching you flutter around the kitchen, opening cabinet after cabinet to find a glass and get her and yourself some water. You were so nervous your mouth was dry.

“Go lay down or something!” you told her, flustered. “I’ll bring you some water. Do you want me to put the pizza in the oven for you?”

“That depends, will you stay and eat it with me?”

Rosa seemed to have transformed all of a sudden. She’d been largely preoccupied with her pain before, and you could tell she was still feeling it, but it was like a switch had been flipped. Where before she’d been, if not distant, just vaguely nice, now she seemed smug, confident, almost… flirty? As if she had something on you. You desperately hoped that what she had on you was not the fact that you had a massive crush on her.

“Uh… s-sure,” you mumbled. “If you want.”

“I do,” she said, flopping onto the couch and covering herself with a blanket. You brought her a glass of water so she could take her pills, then preheated the oven, fishing a sheet pan out of a cabinet and placing the pizza in to bake.

You sat down on the opposite side of the couch from Rosa, inching to the very edge, and trying your very best not to touch her. You never, ever wanted to make her feel uncomfortable by touching her, even by accident. But she spread out and pressed her feet against your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat.

She scrolled through shows on her TV, then asked you abruptly, “You ever watch Drake’s Hollow?”

You shook your head.

“You should. We could now, if you wanted to.”

“Yeah, okay,” you said encouragingly, willing to watch literally anything with Rosa.

“We’ll start at the beginning so you know what’s going on,” she said, searching for the right episode. “It’s not good. It’s like… the McDonald’s of television.”

You grinned. “Like the frozen pizza of television.”

“Yeah.” She smiled at you. “But sometimes it’s all you want, you know?”

Rosa was right. Drake’s Hollow was not good. The acting was awful. The plot? Melodramatic and borderline ridiculous. But it was fun. You loved to gasp at the hilarious twists and turns. The melodramatic, lovelorn speeches of the characters. To yell, “Boo! Dump his ass!” at the screen when the husband was revealed to be cheating on the wife.

For her part, Rosa loved watching you watch Drake’s Hollow. But you wouldn’t know that. You could hardly believe your luck that you were here. In Rosa’s apartment. With Rosa next to you, so close she was touching you! That you were watching this stupid, stupid show together and making a frozen pizza. You were on cloud nine. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at her, so scared were you that you’d fumble and get awkward again and ruin everything.

“Bathroom?” you asked, standing during a commercial break.

“Down the hall to the right,” Rosa said, pointing behind her.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands, patting cool water on your cheeks in hopes that it’d bring down the flush that hadn’t left since the moment you’d stepped foot in Rosa’s house. You heard the oven timer go off and quickly dried your hands.

You walked into the kitchen, and your stomach dropped all the way to the floor. The pizza was out of the oven, cooling. And Rosa was standing at the island, pulling the slightly rumpled bouquet of baby’s breath out of the grocery bag. The bouquet you’d foregone, thinking it probably was too much.

She looked at you, and you looked away.

“Did you buy me flowers?” she asked.

Fuck, you thought to yourself. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Yep,” you sighed, trying to sound nonchalant. “I just… like to have something pretty to look at. You know, when I’m… on my period.”

It was a ridiculous excuse. You knew it. Rosa almost certainly knew it. She wasn’t stupid. You exhaled heavily and slapped a few slices of pizza onto a plate, hoping that a return to the couch, to Drake’s Hollow, would return everything else to normal, too.

You heard Rosa fill a vase with water, heard her arrange the flowers before grabbing her own pizza. Be cool, be cool, be cool, you told yourself as she sat back down, setting her plate next to yours on the coffee table.

You avoided her eyes, waiting for her to start the show again. You got more and more nervous the longer the silence went on, the longer the paused screen vibrated on the TV.

“Y/N,” Rosa finally said, her voice softer than normal.

Fuck, you cursed internally. You’d fucked it up. She knew. She knew and she didn’t feel the same because of course she didn’t, and now you’d ruined everything. It was all going to be awkward and weird now. Fuck.

“Flowers aren’t a thing that friends do.”

You let out a shaky breath. “They… could be?” you ventured, knowing as soon as it left your mouth that it wasn’t true, not for you and her.

She carefully slid her hand into yours, and you felt your heart stop.

“And what if I wanted to give you flowers?” she asked.

You blinked, not quite believing your ears, and turned to look at Rosa. Her face was light, playful, so much softer than usual. Was she teasing you? Tricking you? Making fun of you? Surely, she wasn’t that mean. She could be ruthless, sure. But she wasn’t cruel. Not to people she cared about it.

She gently grasped your chin, and your stomach did flips. Then she leaned forward and she kissed you. Just like that. So simple, so easy, so soft. Softer than you’d ever imagined Rosa to be. A softness she probably didn’t let many people see. She was so gentle, her fingers light as feathers against the skin of your face, her lips barely grazing yours, as if to ask for permission.

When she pulled away, you were breathless, even though she’d barely touched you, barely pressed her lips to yours. You just looked at each other for a moment, as if to gauge the other, as if to ask if this was real. But you–you’d wanted to kiss Rosa since the day you met her. The fact that she wanted to kiss you? Unbelievable. Beyond your wildest imagination. Rosa fucking Diaz. Absolute enigma. Terror of the Brooklyn 99. Wanted to kiss you.

Before you could even fully register what you were doing, you’d surged forward, grasping her face in your hands, pressing your lips to hers with all the fervor of an unrequited love that had, against all odds, become requited. She laughed, smiling into the kiss, pressing her hands against your collarbone, curling them around your neck.

When you finally ran out of breath, you leaned back, grinning, hand pressed to your forehead. Rosa laughed again, and you turned to her.

“This isn’t a prank, right?” you asked.

“No!” she scoffed, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite. “I’m not that mean.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Okay, I wouldn’t be that mean to you.”

“Wow,” you smirked, taking a bite of your own slice. “You really do like me.”

“Shut up, nerd,” she grumbled, mouth full, shoving her shoulder into you.

But you could tell by the way her eyes sparkled, by the way the corners of her mouth turned up, by the way she let herself linger next to you, skin touching, that she was playing when she called you names.

But she wasn’t playing when she kissed you. Wasn’t playing when she turned Drake’s Hollow back on and tentatively tucked herself into your side. And she certainly wasn’t playing when the pizza was done, the ice cream eaten, the show over, the night late. When she said, “You might as well stay if you want to. You’ll have to drive me in the morning anyway,” then stood and walked to her bedroom, giving you a look that let you know you were meant to follow. And you did.

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