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whats-her-quirk · 9 months

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Keep You Satisfied

sanji x reader

rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: fem!reader, a baby, brief mentions of pregnancy and birth, lactation kink, body worship, nipple play, making out, Sanji simpin’

word count: 1064

note: Sanj is a man who would love me no matter what changes my body goes through and that’s why I love him so much bye

You start to stir when the baby cries, but Sanji is faster. He strokes your hair, lightly pressing you back down into your pillow. “I got him,” he mumbles with a kiss to your temple.

Sanji shrugs into his cozy robe, his feet sliding into his slippers where they wait beside the bed. He couldn’t tell you exactly how many steps it is across the hall to your son’s nursery, but he knows by sense memory when he’ll arrive at the side of the crib, even in the dark, still blinking the remains of sleep out of his eyes.

The baby settles a little just from being picked up, but judging by what times it is, he’s fussing because he’s hungry. Sanji carries the three-month-old into the dimly lit kitchen, cooing softly to him as he starts up the bottle warmer. With the baby tucked safely against his shoulder, he retrieves a bottle from the fridge and waits for it to heat up. It’s not exactly the kind of cooking he’s used to, but until it’s time for solid foods—or puréed fruits and veggies—it’s the most Sanji can do.

The worst possible thing Sanji can imagine being in this world is useless, especially when it comes to his family—you and the little guy. He knows he doted on you when you were pregnant, refusing to let you lift a finger if he could help it. You were carrying his child—what kind of man would he be if he didn’t wait on you, hand and foot, while you were busy growing a whole human? Then the birth was especially tough for him. Not as bad as it was for you, of course, but it was awful to stand by and watch when he couldn’t do anything for you except try to soothe some of your anxiety.

Now that he’s a dad, he wouldn’t trade it for anything, but sometimes he still feels guilty. His body is practically the same while yours has changed in so many ways, some strange to you, all beautiful to him. He can only feed his son from a bottle while you can do it right from your breast, which is downright incredible as far as Sanji is concerned. He hasn’t done anything except, well… help make the baby.

Which is why he’s more than happy to be standing in the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning while your son polishes off a perfectly lukewarm bottle so that you can stay in bed a little longer, but then he hears your slippers scuffing the floor upstairs.

When you wander into the kitchen looking dazed and beautiful as ever, it actually takes Sanji a few seconds to realize you have a strap of your tank top pushed down and one tit fully out and in your hand. Maybe parenthood really has changed him.

“Shit, is he done eating already?” you ask.

Sanji clears his throat, staring at the way you clutch your chest as he answers. “Yeah. You fell back asleep for a while.” It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together. Seeing you naked still gets him worked up, and he’s far too tired to try and hide it.

“Ok,” you sigh, “I’m gonna have to go pump then. Thank you for feeding him.”

With the baby over his shoulder, all the dots start to connect in Sanji’s head. Maybe he’s sleep deprived and delusional, or maybe he just fucking loves you so much. He’s consumed by how much he appreciates everything you’ve done for him, for your family, for your little boy. But he wants to try something, and if there’s ever been a time, maybe it’s now. He’s downright amazed by what your body’s capable of, and he’d be a damn liar if he said he hadn’t snuck a taste once or twice while doing dishes, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy his curiosity.

He takes a slightly more urgent step forward than he means to, enough to stop you in your tracks. More anxious than he realized, he’s almost out of breath as he asks, “Do you want some help with that?”

Coyly, you bite your lip, but the smile that follows has blood rushing between his legs. “Ok. Sure.”

With two hands supporting the baby’s head, Sanji bends to kiss you. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Do you need anything?”

When you say you don’t, he kisses you again, then floats upstairs to put your son back to bed. Thankfully, he goes down without much fuss, and before long, Sanji finds himself undressed, body nestled between your thighs, kissing you deeper, more passionately.

He’s careful with you—not so delicate as if you might break, but gentle, taking things softer and slower than he would have before. You only started having sex again a few weeks ago, just started getting comfortable again after the baby, and as badly as he wants you, Sanji also wants to make sure he never pushes you too far too fast.

“Is it ok if I touch you? Hold you?” he pants, breathing hard just from the heavy kissing. He’s so turned on, hard already against your legs, but he can’t help it. He skims the underside of your breast lightly with his hand, unsure if being full means it’ll hurt if he squeezes.

“Yes, just not too hard.” You sigh, legs curling up and around his waist, pulling him close. You want him too, he can tell.

With a shudder, Sanji palms your breast—the same one you pulled out of your top earlier—feeling the unfamiliar weight of it in his hand while his mouth wanders down your throat to meet it. He hasn’t mentioned it, hasn’t wanted to make you feel self conscious about it, but of course he noticed how your cup size went up after your milk came in. It’s nothing that you did on purpose, and it’s not for him, but he’s so desperate to explore as he drags his tongue down your heaving chest until he finds your nipple.

You gasp as he twirls his tongue around it, and Sanji groans with delight as he closes his lips and gives an experimental suck. He tastes you with a shock, milk flowing so suddenly that he pulls back and curses. “Fuck.” Eyes lock with yours, pupils blown.

You whimper. “Yeah.”

He dives back in for more.

#sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #sanji smut #one piece smut #op #june writes #lactation kink #baby stuff

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yeahokaysowhat · 1 year

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Everyone’s droolin over Sebastian Sallow but I’m out here simpin for my boy Ominis

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ravenclaw #slytherin #slytherclaw

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eve-of-halloween · 1 year

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TOTK/Tears of the kingdom spoilers below the read more (Zora Domain)

- (edit made as well. art below)

Ok so While the reveal of his fiance/wife Yona hit my Sidon simpin ass like a fucking freight train. I’m actually not angry about it. There’s a part of my heart screaming it should a been me and a part of it going “good for my boy.”

while its an arrange marriage which makes alot of sense given that he is royalty and this is not the first time its been used. I actually genuinely like Yona. She’s really sweet and really cute and I like that she’s not afraid to to be like “JUST DO IT!”

My biggest issue with her in all honesty is just some color choices. I would a made her just a little less saturated to work better with the render engine and personally would have done yellow dots over her eyes as I’m not feeling the pastel pink. But that’s minor nitpicks that do not hinder her for me. (tho I do wish some of the plot/dialogue was written a little better i feel they made the Zora talk to one another way too formally even people who are close. I personally would a liked more organic speech but that’s more an issue with the writing) And I love the sidlink ship too. I adore so many sidlink artist as well. But what I do not like at all is how much hate I’ve seen to Yona. Like she doesn’t deserve all the hate. I also do like the idea some people have that Link and Sidon are more brothers than lovers due to Link being betrothed to his sister Mipha.

I like both sides of the exploration with sidon and link be it romantic or platonic in nature. But i really don’t like some of the nasty views I’m seeing stir up. Tho the welcome home cheater memes funny as hell to me. but all the hate i’m seeing for Yona does full my spite NexGen tendencies and I am very tempted to make them a child who is named Link because Sidon would 100000% name his kid after link. EDIT: Caved and made him. Meet Prince Link. I’ll develop him more after I finish my last batch of commissions.

Used design elements from his Parents and Grandfather. Green and Banded like his mother (saturation duller and darker tones due to his fathers coloring) With Cyan and yellow fins like his Father’s family and his father’s face and golden eyes, but with a head tail much like his grandfather’s.

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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{GOW Modern AU: Atreus is wandering around the neighborhood putting up missing persons posters for Skjoldr, when Brok sees him.]

Brok: Hey kid. *picks up a poster* What’s this fer? ya missin’ a cat or somethin?

Atreus: No, my friend Skjodr’s missing...

Brok: Skjoldr...He’s that blond mop, whose always...*snaps-fingers* Wha’cha kids call it these days, Simpin?

{Atreus winces but nods}

Brok: Yeah...That blond mop head whose always simpin’ after Thrud? I think I’ve seen him over at my brother’s house.

Atreus: At Sindri’s? What’s he doing over there?

Brok: I’m not sure me and Lunda I went over to Sindri’s place for supper, and I noticed he had an extra guest, but I didn’t really ask cos’ y’know, food....Actually, Now that I think about it, I think Sindri said somethin’ about me bein’ an uncle now?

Atreus: Uncle?! What? Did Sindri adopt Skjoldr?

Brok: I dunno, Look, I’m headed over there right now we can just ask him.

[long story short Brok and Atreus learned from Sindri that Skjoldr’s parents had skipped town and abandoned their son, Sindri found Skjoldr out in the rain digging in his trashcans for food and pretty much adopted the boy.]

#god of war incorrect quotes #god of war modern au #gow sindri #gow brok #brok x lunda #gow skjoldr #gow atreus #God of War #uncle brok #dad sindri

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hoperenae · 2 years

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Chapter 6: Cheerleader

Troublesome Trio - SMAU

SYNOPSIS: You've been close friends with Kenma and Kuroo for years. You grew up in the same neighborhood as them until you moved away a few years ago. You could count on them to be there for you through anything, so when you break up with your boyfriend and seek their comfort, they are right there to dry your tears (via texting, but still). But what happens when one of them develops romantic feelings for you? Is the trio in jeopardy?

PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT

Sadly, you show up to the practice match empty-handed; turns out it was more difficult than you thought to find a megaphone on short notice that didn’t cost an arm and a leg. Nevertheless, you were still determined to embarrass your friends. Being the only spectator there besides the coaches and managers, it would be easy for your cheers to stand out.

Since you knew volleyball rules and lingo fairly well, you cheered at all the right moments, yelling things like, “Nice toss Kenma boss!” which earned you a pointed glare from Kenma. When you hollered, “Nice kill Kuroo boo!”, Kuroo turned toward you and beamed, giving you a big thumbs up. The Karasuno boys seemed a little confused and put off by your loudness, which only made you laugh.

When the match was over (Nekoma won 2-1), you met your friends in the grassy area just outside the gym.

“Heyo!” you called out to them as they approached. Kuroo waved and Kenma nodded and gave a small smile. He looked worn out which made you chuckle.

“Great job out there, kids,” you said, holding up your hands for high fives. Instead, Kuroo pulled the three of you in for a sweaty group hug. You giggled and tried to wriggle your way out of it.

“I gotta admit,” Kuroo started, “I’m a bit disappointed in you. No megaphone and no pom-poms? You really let me down, kid.” He faked a pouty face, you laughed, and Kenma rolled his eyes.

“I think I still did a pretty good job,” you declared, putting your hands on your hips.

“Don’t worry, you still embarrassed me plenty without all the fanfare,” Kenma said.

Kuroo cackled, his quirky lopsided smile suddenly making you feel tingly in your stomach. Was he touching you more than usual? His hand was on your shoulder, just resting there. It was a casual gesture, but for some reason, it felt more intimate right now. You felt your cheeks grow warmer.

The rest of the Nekoma boys were hollering at Kenma and Kuroo from the bus.

“Sorry we can’t hang around, sweetheart.” Kuroo slung his arm around your shoulders. You put one arm around his waist and the other over Kenma’s shoulders as you walked them to the bus.

“Don’t be strangers,” you said, giving each of them a hug. Kuroo’s hand lingered on your back for a second before he smiled and hopped on the bus. Kenma glanced over his shoulder at you as he stepped through the bus doors, brow furrowed. You fired a look of confusion back at him, and he merely shook his head as the doors closed behind him.

FUN FACTS

+ y/n really did try to find a megaphone because she knew it would make Kuroo laugh and Kenma feel mortified

+ The Karasuno boys were very confused as to why y/n was cheering for Nekoma

+ Tanaka and Nishinoya be simpin' HARD for y/n, and Kuroo is definitely jealous

TAGLIST: @celcero @sugaslilsugabby @soudahearts

#is trouble finally starting to brew??#guess you'll have to wait for the next few chapters to find out #hehe #haikyuu #smau #fanfiction #haikyuu smau #kuroo tetsuro #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #kozume kenma #volleyball #anime #y/n #karasuno #nekoma

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anwe-music · 1 year

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Alright, Listen tf up; To all the Bitter Betty’s and Bobby’s, Simpin Sally’s and Sammy’s, Turnt up Tina’s and Tommy’s

Allow me to introduce myself: I’m your new plug, ÄN’WĒ, here to meet the musical and vibrational needs of you boys, girls, and everyone in between.

All you gotta do is hit the link to get transported to new vibes, groovy beats and caption worthy lyrics.

Don’t believe me? Find out for yourself 👀

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Fren i’m pissed, this roe v. wade got me heated asf. cause how tf a bunch of old people who were alive in the dinosaur ages tell us what women can and can’t do with our bodies 😒

anyway! how was your day?

Not the dinosaur age friend 😭

But I as well as all of us on here understand and feel your pain it truly makes me upset that we as women have no control over our own bodies. They’d rather be so quick to put laws down on women instead of putting laws down on gun control that right there just goes to show how fucked up America is.

I’m alright just simpin over this boy on tik tok

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vinylhazza · 4 years

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i’m so in love 🥺

#you’re welcome for this #i’m simpin so hard for this boy #psssttt i have a secret #my heart belongs to ethan #i need an ethan hug #ethan is also baby #my heart is beating out of my chest

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creepy-bi-day · 3 years

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hey dude i am LITERALLY in love with cody. like no joke. every new bit of info i learn about him just makes me wanna smooch him more

Bro same.

Like same.

#also low key i project WAY TOO RUCKING MUCH on him so like #people simpin for him makes me like whaaaat #I do appreciate the punk boi tho.#the main difference is I’m not punk I’m goth

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stars-on-fyre · 4 years

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Man, I’m just simping for so many people in Final Fantasy XV 😔😔😔 Can I get an F in the chat???

#relatable #lol #a day in star’s wacky life #ffxv #final fantasy xv #big simpin’ hours #i’m simpin’ 😔😔😔#y’all first i simp over prompto and then literally all of the boys and then cindy and now ardyn????#i’m a simp for all of these characters 😔😔😔#can i get an f in the chat

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Chapter 4

S1 Episode 3

The day after Y/N kissed Stiles and this man can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Can you blame him? He’s a simpin’ man. The pack sneaks into a crime scene and then Stiles has dinner with your pops. Also, keep in mind that I’m heavily basing Y/N’s dad’s personality on ✨Phil Dunphy✨ bc he’s the best TV dad ever

“SCOTT!” Stiles squeaked as soon as he caught glimpse of his friend. “SCOTT OH MY GOD!!”

“What?” He chuckled, looking at the disheveled running towards him.

“You have to promise on EVERYTHING that you won’t tell a fucking soul,” He said, holding out his pinky. Scott simply looked down at it unamused. “Right, okay. Yeah, that’s Y/N’s thing sorry but swear it!”

“Okay, I swear just tell me.”

“Y/N kissed me,” Stiles said quickly, making Scott’s eyes go wide as his jaw dropped. “I mean technically I kissed her but-“

“YOU GUYS KIS-“

“SHHH!” Stiles flailed his arms. “Shut up! I don’t want her to know I told you, I promised her!”

“You kissed her?” Scott asked again in shock. “When? How? Wait, did she kiss you back?”

“Literally not even fifteen minutes after you kissed Allison. She told me to. I thought it was like a platonic thing with the way she did it but then we kissed and there was SO MUCH chemistry! And yeah, asshole. Why is that such a surprise?”

“Because she refuses to even admit to me that she liked you!” Scott replied. “Dude so like how was it?”

“AMAZING!” Stiles shouted, gaining the eyes of a few passersby. “Dude, it was like electric. I could feel it in my bones. It was- I don’t know. All I know is I wanna do it again and again and-“

“Okay, ew. She’s like my sister so maybe tone it down a bit,” Scott cringed.

“Oh yeah sorry about that,” Stiles said as they walked into the school. “But then we went to her place to like look into the Laura Hale thing and she didn’t even let me talk about it. She’s like teasing me or something. I don’t understand and I’m FREAKING out, okay? … But anyways, how are you doing? You good?”

“Yeah, I mean I had this dream last night that’s been bothering me,” Scott went on to explain everything as they entered the building. They continued to psychoanalyze the dream when they saw you at the locker.

“Hey!” You smiled, hopping into step with them. Scott smirked and gave it all away. “You told him?!”

“I-What?! I didn’t- How the hell did you- How could you tell?!” Stiles stammered. Scott started making kissing noises, making you groan and walk away. “Wait, Y/N! I-.. And she’s walking away. This is your fault, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott chuckled before continuing on with the previous conversation.

You walked to your locker and unloaded the contents of your backpack in there before grabbing the things you needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia smiled, walking up to with Jackson right behind her. “Would you tell him that Scott isn’t taking steroids?”

“Scott? You mean the boy who told my mom I stole her liquor?” You deadpanned. They waited for your response. “No, you idiot. He’s the definition of a goody two shoes.”

“Well, something’s off. I need to find out what it is,” Jackson huffed. “I mean what is up with all of the dead bodies and weird vibes?”

“Bodies? Plural?” You questioned.

“Yeah, rumor has it that the janitor got torn to shreds last night in the bus,” Lydia responded. Your heart dropped.

“Jesus, I don’t even feel safe in this town anymore,” You mumbled, feeling as if Derek somehow had something to do with it.

“I gotta go,” Jackson interrupted. “But if you hear anything, tell me.”

“Okay?” You shot him a confused glare.

“About Scott I mean-“

“Yes, I know what you meant. You can leave now,” You rolled your eyes, shocking the couple with the attitude. “God, what is up with your boyfriend?”

“He’s jealous of Scott,” Lydia replied, starting to make her way to class. “I would be too. Scott’s starting to become quite the player. He’s kind of hot too, don’t you think?”

“No,” You laughed, passing by Allison and nodding at her. She smiled and held up her finger, signaling she’d be right behind the two of you after she was off of the phone.

“He’s not the only hot one, you know. The whole school’s been talking about you,” Lydia gleamed. “You’re welcome!”

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, walking into class and taking your seats. You chitchatted for a few more minutes before continuing on with your school day. The first half of it went by really quickly and before you knew it, you sat at a table with your lunch, waiting on your friends.

“Okay, I know you’re still mad but listen-“

“You think it was Scott?” You looked up at your friends. “Yeah, I heard you talking about it last hour.”

“I don’t think it was him,” Stiles argued, taking the seat next to yours. “He dreamt a similar dream. Maybe it’s like a werewolf thing to predict the future?”

“Yeah, and kind of like how it’s a Stiles thing to bounce off ridiculous theories,” You said sarcastically.

“I remember it clearly though,” Scott mumbled. “I need to talk to Derek.”

“What?!” You both exclaimed.

“He has the answers,” Scott shrugged. “He knows how to hold back the urge to turn on a full moon, he’s gotta know about this. I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel-“

“No, you’re not cancelling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life,” Stiles interrupted. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Lydia smiled, taking the seat next to Scott.

“Homework,” You smiled before everyone else joined you at the table. They all made small talk before Stiles confirmed that it was a bus driver who got attacked.

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?” Lydia said. “Like, oh! Where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

You all looked up at her.

“I mean we were still thinking about what we were going to do,” Allison replied nicely.

“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we’re doing something fun,” She said.

“Lydia, we could-“ You began before she gave you a look, shutting you up.

“..Hanging out? Like the four of us?” Scott looked over at Allison. “Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?”

“Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.”

“You know what else sounds fun?” Jackson spoke up. “Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

“Well this sounds like a recipe for disaster,” You leaned over and muttered to Stiles. He nodded in agreement as you listened to the four kids make plans, cringing when Scott claimed to be an excellent bowler.

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“God, it was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles spewed after school. “And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Stiles said, making you roll your eyes. “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

“You’re overreacting,” You finally said. The boys ignored you and continued voicing their thoughts.

“How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn’t.”

“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.”

“ I asked Allison on a date and now we’re hanging out.”

“Am I not attractive to gay guys?”

“Make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now-now i’m gonna be late for work!” Scott marched off.

“Wait Scott! You didn’t answer my question! Am I attractive to gay guys- he didn’t answer my question,” He looked at you. “Oh my god wipe that smug look off of your face.”

“Sounds like you should’ve asked Danny to be your first kiss,” You teased, making him groan. “No no don’t be embarrassed! You two would make a very cute couple!”

“Not as cute as we would,” He smiled. You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Wait, Y/N! Am I though?!”

“Take me home, Stilinski!” You replied, not even bothering to look behind you.

“Fine,” He mumbled, catching up to you and doing as instructed.

“This is so reckless,” You shined as Stiles pulled his jeep up to the school.

“Relax, I just- I need to do this, okay?” Scott replied, hopping out of the jeep, following Stiles.

“Right. Walking into a crime scene. What could you wrong?” You muttered to yourself, leaning back in the backseat. Stiles came back not even a minute later.

“Am I Robin?” He asked you.

“Stiles, we’ve been over this. I need an explanation when you ask something like that,” You said. “I can’t read your mind.”

“Scott’s Batman and I’m Robin,” He explained. You stayed silent. “Ugh! I knew it!”

“What does that make me then?”

“Alfred,” he said matter of factly.

“The fucking butler?!” You laughed. “Okay, I definitely have the shorter end of the stick here. I thought I’d be Lois Lane or something.”

“You hurt my heart when you say things like that,” Stiles cringed. “That’s Superman’s love interest.”

“Maybe even a Princess Leia,” You smirked.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Stiles chuckled. “What’s next? You hate Star Wars?”

“Well-“

“Don’t.” His smile faded instantly, making you throw your head back in laughter. “Wait wait.. do you see that? Oh my god that’s a light!”

Stiles began to honk his horn to get Scott’s attention. Your heart raced at the thought of getting caught. There goes any chance of a full ride. You’d be lucky to be accepted into a community college at that. Scott jumped over the fence and got in the car.

“Go! Go! Go!” He shouted.

“Did it work?! Did you remember?!” Stiles yelled as he drove off.

“Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood. A lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?” You asked.

“No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”

“What about the driver?” Stiles interrogated.

“I think I was actually trying to protect him.”

“Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?”

“That’s what I don’t get it.”

“It’s got to be a pack thing. Like an initiation. You do the kill together,” You said

“Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?” Scott asked sarcastically.

Yeah, but you didn’t do it. Which means you’re not a killer. And it also means that-“

“I can go out with Allison!”

“I was going to say it means that you won’t kill me,” Stiles finished

“Oh yeah.. that too,” Scott said.

“Can you guys take me home yet?” You asked.

“Shh, the adults are talking,” Scott smirked. You leaned forward and punched him in the arm. “OW!”

“Dude, you kinda had that one coming,” Stiles winced. The two boys continued to throw around ideas until you got to Scott’s house. He thanked Stiles before he walked off and you took the liberty of hopping in the front seat.

“Since everyone’s going out, do you wanna do something?” Stiles asked excitedly.

“You mean.. hang out?” You smirked.

“Ouch!” He pretended to grab at a wound on his chest, scrunching up his face.

“I’m kidding!” You laughed. “God, I wish I could but my dad’s about to leave for two weeks. I kind of have to go eat dinner with him tonight. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude-”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “I’m convinced my dad likes you more than me.”

“Oh I think he does too. We’re tight. Sometimes he even games with me and Scott on Xbox but-”

“You guys play games with my father on Xbox,” you deadpanned. “Nerd by association my ass.”

“I’m going to choose to ignore that very hurtful comment and finish my sentence that you so rudely interrupted,” Stiles held up his hand. “But your mom scares the living hell out of me.”

“Yeahhh, she scares me too,” You chuckled. “She’s working the night shift though so it would just be the three of us. My dad’s making chicken parm.”

“Say no more,” He laughed, reversing the jeep so he could pull into your driveway. “Can’t promise you that I won’t play Call of Duty with him.”

“Is it too late to revoke my offer?” You rolled your eyes.

“It was too late as soon as you said he was making chicken parm.”

“Did I say chicken parm? I meant-”

“Look at that! We’re here!” Stiles shouted, hopping out of the jeep. You smiled as he opened your door. As you reached forward to open it, Lydia’s mom swung open the front door and yelped.

“Mrs. Martin?” You asked, confused as to why the hell she was in your house.

“Hi, Y/N! Stiles!” She smiled. “Have you seek Lydia? I’ve looked everywhere and I told her to be back by dinner. She just will not abide by the curfew and she’s driving me nuts.”

“Uh, I think she’s out on a double date but I don’t remember where they said they were going,” You covered. “I can call her if you’d like.”

“No, no. Thank you, sweetheart. I just needed to know she wasn’t alone,” She chuckled. “Have a good weekend, you two!”

“Yeah, you too,” Stiles mumbled before turning to you. “What the hell?”

You simply shrugged and continued to walk inside of the house.

“Hey, kiddo! I’m in here!” He shouted from the kitchen. You followed the sound of his voice and saw him washing off a few dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. “Your friend’s mom was just here. Have you heard from-”

“I let her know that Lydia’s out on a double date. With Scott and Allison actually,” You smiled, sitting down at the counter. “Are you cool with Stiles joining us for dinner?”

“Only if he promises to let me kick his ass on some Xbox!” He chuckled, throwing a small towel on his shoulder. “How’ve you been, son?”

“Good! But I haven’t let you beat me yet, Mr. Y/L/N. Not starting tonight,” Stiles laughed, still standing behind you.

“That’ll change in about an hour,” You father replied. “Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty minutes, though. You kids go upstairs, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Okay, Pops,” You got up and led Stiles to your room. Once he shuffled past you, you closed the door and turned to him. “He’s acting weird.”

“He’s acting totally normal. What do you mean?” Stiles laughed, walking to your computer.

“I don’t know. It’s just the vibe, I guess,” You mumbled. “You’re probably right. Anyways, whatcha researchin?”

“Okay so, hear me out,” He began, not looking away from the computer. “I was up late last night looking for more information regarding the Hales, specifically Laura Hale. I couldn’t stop thinking about why she could transform into a wolf. Get this, it says that only the strongest of werewolves are able to do that. Well, who’s typically the strongest wolf in a pack?”

“The alpha?”

“Exactly!” Stiles said, turning your screen towards you. “There were only a handful of survivors from the fire that burnt down their house. Laura, Derek, and an uncle, but he’s out of the picture because he was left like in a coma or something. Laura must’ve taken the role whenever the previous alpha died. Or maybe she was it the whole time. My theory is that Scott’s alpha might’ve killed her. For power or maybe they were intimidated or they were mortal enemies or-”

“Pause. Could she have been the one to turn him?” You interrupted.

“No because I think that would make Derek the alpha and his eyes aren’t red like the ones Scott’s seen,” Stiles dismissed. “All I’m saying is that, as if we need another reason not to trust him, we definitely shouldn’t be asking help from Derek if there’s tension between the packs.”

“Okay so the comatose uncle is completely out of the question then?” You asked. “How do we know he’s not faking it or something?”

“Because A.) he’s been bedridden and unresponsive for years, and B.) he.. wait it’s better to just show you,” Stiles typed for a minute before finding what he was looking for. “Ah! Here’s a picture. He hasn’t even healed. See? My best guess is that it burned the werewolf out of him.”

“Wait, wait so were they all bitten by their previous alpha?” You shook your head.

“Maybe,” He shrugged. “Or they were born that way. I read somewhere else that it’s possible.”

“God, I feel like the more we uncover, the more questions we’re left with,” You groaned, falling back into your bed. “Have you looked into werewolf hunters?”

“…No, actually,” he muttered after a few seconds. “That’s a good place to start tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m just so tired of researching all of this,” You said, looking up at your ceiling.

“Woah, now this is interesting,” He said, completely ignoring your comment. “They’re everywhere. Even Mexico!”

“That actually doesn’t shock me. Everything is in Mexico,” You laughed. “I have a cousin who lived down there and-”

“What if I email them and ask for information?!” He interrupted. “Maybe they can give us something to go off of. A book? A dark website?”

“Don’t. You might just lead them here and put Scott in even more danger than he’s already in,” You said, sitting up. “What if they’re all in league with each other?”

“But what if they’re not?”

“Stiles, it’s not worth the risk. The last thing we need is an army of werewolf hunters in Beacon Hills. Not when Scott can’t really keep it under control yet,” You argued. “Plus, I’m sure all they know about werewolves are how to torture and kill them.”

“Good point,” He sighed. “Yeah, I should just leave that alone then. It’s just frustrating because I feel like I’m running out of websites and books to read that seem legit.”

“Scott’s taking the night off. Let’s do the same! We can just do something to take our minds off of all of this,” You suggested. “We could watch a movie or play board games or-”

“I vote that we make out,” Stiles said, earning a disappointment glare. “What?? I’m just throwing it out there!”

“You definitely threw that option out of the window when you told Scott,” You laughed.

“What the hell did you expect me to do?!” He laughed. “Keep that to myself?”

“Yes, remember how I explicitly asked you to, and I quote, not tell anyone?” You deadpanned.

“Okay, I couldn’t just keep that from him, okay? He’s known how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for so he definitely had a right to know that it happened!” He defended his story, pausing only to see the look on your face. “I mean- fuck. The point is-”

“No, no, no. I want to hear your first point,” You smiled, getting up to poke his side.

“Stop! Stop!” He giggled, trying to run off to no avail. “Tickling is so not fair!”

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You kept on.

“Days!” He shouted, only to get another series of pokes. “OKAY! YEARS!”

“Years?” You stopped dead in your tracks, smile instantly dropping into a look of shock.

“Yeah, years,” He affirmed softly. “Since like elementary school, actually.”

“Why didn’t you ever-”

“Dinner’s ready!” Your dad barged into the room, causing the two of you to awkwardly stand in your respective sides of the room. “You ready for the best chicken parm you’ve ever laid your eyes on? I mean.. tongue on? Is there a better phrase for that?”

“Yeah, okay,” You finally managed to peel your eyes off of the boy standing in front of you. “Let’s, uh, go eat.”

“I think you mean feast!” Your dad said excitedly on the way downstairs, trying to ignore the weird tension in a subtle way. “And I was thinking. Maybe we should play Mario Kart on Y/N’s old Wii tonight instead of Xbox so everyone can join in on the fun.”

“Well, I’d hate to make two men pout when I dominate the game,” You teased, taking your seat at the table. “But if you’re looking to be humbled, I guess this is a good way of doing it.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles laughed. “You got 5th place last time we played. And it was just three of us. You lost to not one but four computer generated players!”

“Stiles, you got 6th.”

“That’s beside the point,” He mumbled, taking his first bite of his dinner. “Mm, oh my god. Okay, this is hands down the best dinner I’ve ever had. Wow.”

“I’ll send you home with some leftovers,” Your dad chuckled. “You should come join us for dinner more often! The girls never appreciate my meals!”

You three spent the rest of the dinner cracking jokes. There was no longer any tension and you all told hilarious stories your and Stiles’ childhoods. Your dad jumped at the opportunity to tell Stiles a few embarrassing stories as well, making you hide into the arms you rested on the table. Once you cleared the table, you all played a couple rounds of Mario Kart. You ate your words and accepted the defeat. Your father placed first, Stiles third, and you fifth again.

“Alright, guys. I should probably hit the sack,” your dad looked at the clock. “I have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Alright, Dad. Love you,” You smiled from the couch. He walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you too, kiddo,” He smiled. “I’ll be gone before you wake up but call me if you need anything. Thanks for swinging by, Stiles! I left the leftovers in a container in the fridge.”

“Thank you!” Stiles smiled. “Dude, your dad is seriously the best.”

“You’re only saying that because you two are practically the same person,” You laughed, turning off the TV. “Any word from your dad about the bus driver?”

Stiles sighed, looking down at your phone. He opened his mouth to say something but followed your distracted gaze. You both realized Scott’s mom was pulling into her driveway. “Oh shit. Weren’t we supposed to cover for Scott tonight?”

You both shot up and sprinted toward the door.

“Stiles, wait! Let me give her your leftovers!”

“What?! Why?!” He stopped as he reached for knob.

“I’ll knock and say that they’re for her! As a distraction!” You scoured the fridge for the leftovers and grabbed the container.

“I don’t like this idea!” He shouted.

“Well you won’t be able to make it up there unless I distract her!” You said opening and walking out of the door. “Go! I know the recipe! I’ll bring you some to school! Come on!”

“That’s bullshit but okay! I’m coming!” He ran behind you, splitting off as you walked to their front door. You rang the doorbell and knocked a few times before Melissa opened the door.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? It’s late,” She smiled. She already changed into her pajamas. Damn this woman moved quick.

“I saw you come home. My dad made chicken parm and I figured you’d be hungry after your shift,” You smiled, holding out the leftovers. You caught glimpse of Stiles climbing in your peripheral and moved a little to your left to guide Melissa’s gaze away from the clumsy boy.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She grinned. “That is so thoughtful, thank you! Come in, it’s chilly. Want a hot chocolate?”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you-”

“I insist!” She smiled. “Unless you’re here to see Scott, I can go-”

“No!” You said a little to loudly before clearing your throat and smiling back. “No, I’m sure he’s asleep! But sure, I’ll take that hot chocolate.”

“Let me just make sure Scott is asleep. He’d hate to miss out on hot chocolate,” She smiled skeptically. You closed your eyes in shame as she walked upstairs, knowing you just blew the cover. You heard her call out to him before hearing her footsteps begin to go back down stairs again. “Y/N, do you happen to know where-”

She was interrupted by a loud thud from his room. You ran upstairs and she held you back, grabbing the bat on Scott’s floor and charging.

“OH, NO, NO!” Stiles shouted, making Melissa scream.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?!” She exclaimed.

“What am I doing?!” He asked. “God, do either of you even play baseball?”

You saw Scott enter through the front door and run upstairs. He walked into his room and you followed.

“Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?” She said. “Like you, Y/N. Thank you for being a normal person.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your family friend.

“But we lock the front door. He wouldn’t be able to get in,” Scott said.

“Yeah, exactly,” She glared. “And by the way, do any of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?”

“No,” You all mumbled.

“No. Alright then. Well, you know what?” She began. “That about enough parenting for me for one night so goodnight.”

“So no hot chocolate?” You teased, making her chuckle on the way out. You sat beside Stiles as Scott pulled up a chair to face at you.

“So I just found out that my dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago,” Stiles sighed. “It’s the bus driver. He said that he succumbed to his wounds.”

Your eyes shot to look at Scott, heart sinking more and more by the second.

“Succumbed?” He asked.

“Scott, he’s dead,” Stiles mumbled.

“Take me to Derek’s house.”

CHAPTER 5 ->

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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hey!! If it’s not too much to ask, could I request a kol x reader where the reader is a witch and a doppelgänger? Like somehow the reader and Elena are both doppelgängers, but after Klaus broke the curse the reader was able to live a fairly normal life in New Orleans, that is until Esther comes back. Maybe because of Klaus’ presence in Nola the reader has allied with Marcel for protection, resulting in her befriending Davina and encountering the newly resurrected kol? Kol attacks her when he sees her because he thinks she’s Elena, but when she overpowers him with her magic he realizes she’s not Elena. They eventually become friends and start to develop feelings for each other maybe? I hope that isn’t too specific. I really just would like something a little angsty and fluffy with witch! Kol. I really admire your work. It’s very uplifting and comforting, especially, your kol content. He’s my comfort character but I’ve exhausted the supply of fluffy kol fics 😅 Thanks! Make sure to take care of yourself, love ❤️

I'm glad you like my Kol. Time for some fluff for my baby boy.

Warnings- Fluff, Kol be simpin', A bit of angsty

You had been living in New Orleans for a year now to be away from Katherine and Elena as you were a different doppelganger and still carried the Petrova family name. You were a powerful witch and didn't care that Elena was like your long distance cousin because of the bloodline you shared.

Once you had heard Klaus was spotted in Mystic Falls, much to Elena's disappointment you got the hell out of dodge not wanting to be used by the Original as you knew your family's history with the Mikaelsons. Marcel had took you under his wing much like Davina as you help teach the younger witch to control her magic.

You were angry that your life had been fucked over because of Katherine but after Klaus broke his curse you were able to life a normal life in New Orleans that was until a pregnant wolf and Esther coming back.

"The Originals are in town be careful." Marcel told you knowing if Klaus knew of another doppelganger you would be in danger. But Elijah knew about you as he came to you about Davina and you managed to tell him she wasn't a threat.

"So your family has history with the Mikaelsons?"

"You could say that De."

You could feel Esther's magic as it was heavy in the air even more after Davina told you she brought back Kol. It happened in a blur you were held against a wall by your thoat.

"You killed me litt...." Kol was cut off holding his head as you looked down at Kol with a glare as your hand was in a fist.

"I am not Elena, vampire." You growled as Kol felt like his head was on fire as the pain was unbearable. Kol could see that you may have the same face as Elena, your hair was cut short and curled as you got tired of people mistaken you for Elena or Katherine.

"I see....that....now....you're a powerful....witch." Kol panted as you let him go and Kol couldn't help but stare at you. You were attractive and Kol cursed to hisself now seeing what his brother's saw in the Petrova women.

"And you are annoying Kol Mikaelson."

"Forgive me but I don't know your name."

"And you won't." You say walking away leaving Kol laying there as he got up before deciding to ask Elijah.

"You ran into Y/N Petrova?" Elijah questioned his younger brother putting down his book catching Klaus's attention. Kol had got to Elijah to see if he knew anything and was glad.

"Yes so she is a doppelganger?"

"Yes, it surprised Niklaus when Katherine threw her under the bus. Y/N is the last pure blood Petrova witch." Elijah says as Klaus smirking sitting down remembering when he found you on the third day of him being New Orleans. Unlike Katherine and Elena, you didn't fear Klaus as proven when you made his heart stop when he tried taking you from Marcel.

"She is a little feisty witch. Rebekah likes her better than Katherine and Elena which is saying something."

"Oh?" Kol said standing smirking as Elijah and Klaus knew that smirk this crazy boy was going to try to date you.

"Be care Kol. If Marcellus doesn't kill you then she will."

When you got a call from Klaus saying he needed a powerful witch to weaken the hybrids under mother's control you thought he would talk to Davina.

'I need a Petrova witch love.' Was what Klaus told you and you walked into the compound annoyed when Kol smirked following you up stairs.

"Any plans this weekend?"

"Non of your business." You said annoyed hoping that Kol would have lost interest in you by now but the wildest Mikaelson just fell harder with every name calling and magic sent his way.

"Maybe I could take you out."

"No." You told him glaring but it didn't stop Kol from trying to ask you out or buying you flowers and gifts.

"De! I AM IN LOVE WITH AN IDIOT!" You shouted one morning scaring Davina when you came into your shared apartment. You founded yourself falling for Kol which to you was an idiot and didn't know why. You spent the day ranting to Davina that you couldn't love Kol because he was a Mikaelson and you were a Petrova.

"Hello darling."

"What do you want idiot?" You asked working on a spell to help Elijah when Kol had came over and stepped up behind you. You looked up at Kol and your breathing hitched seeing how close he was and your eyes flickered to his lips.

"I was....hoping that...you would finally. " Kol muttered leaning in as your cheeks flushed moving in also and his lips were on yours. The kiss was explosive as sparks flew and you moan against his mouth kissing back.

"Does this mean you like me and we can see one another?" Kol asked sounding unsure his cheeks tinted red as you smiled softly for the first time since he met you.

"Yeah, you goof." You whispered as Kol brighen kissing you again and let out a whine when you pulled away.

"I need to finish this spell." You tell him letting the vampire cling to you watching you work.

It didn't take Marcel and the other Mikaelsons to notice that Kol and you were seeing one another a lot more. You had managed to mellow Kol out as he now turned all of his focus on you. But one thing you and he agreed on was not tell anyone that he proposed eight months into your relationship as you both didn't know how Klaus would react.

"Cute place."

"What do you want Katherine? I thought you didn't want to be anywhere near Nik?" You questioned walking in to your apartment seeing Katherine sitting in a chair drinking your good wine.

"You cut your hair."

"What do you want?" You asked glaring as your magic was stirring up as Katherine huffed before spotting the engagement ring on your hand.

"You're engaged?"

"Yes now Katherine what do you want?!"

"Fine....I need help and you are the only powerful witch I know. Elena had turned off her humanity and I know you have a spell to get her to turn it on."

"Since when did you care about Elena?" You questioned pulling out your grimoire as Katherine watched you huffing sipping her wine.

"The brothers are boring and all angsty over it. It is annoying but I hear you and Kol are a thing."

"That is non of your business." You tell her getting to work then dropped a small bottle in her hand.

"Have Elena drink that it'll compel her to turn it back on." You tell Katherine as she smirked thanking you before leaving and while she was at it sent a text to Klaus that you were engaged to Kol.

Klaus was angry when he learned of you and Kol ever more angry when learning that Kol was going move out of the city with you after your marriage. In Klaus's eyes you were taking what was his while both Rebekah and Elijah was happy for Kol.

"Go warn her. I'll hold Niklaus back." Elijah told Kol hearing Klaus growled throwing things. Kol was quick to head to your place which smiled brightly seeing him walking in.

"So what kind of cake....Kol are you okay?" You asked seeing how terrified your future husband looked. Kol cupped your face tearing up as if to commit your face to memory.

"Nik knows and is coming for you....you need to run and hopefully he'll calm down and we can marry."

"Kol.....I....don't want....to live...like Katherine had.....please don't." You whimpered as he kissed you gently and helped you pack. That night after using magic to hide your tracks, Kol went to blows with Klaus while Katherine suffered at the hand of Elijah when he learned the vampire was the one to ruin Kol's slice of happiness.

"Come on Elijah, the little witch could use so....." Katherine was cut off when Elijah slammed her against a wall hand warped around her thoat.

"If Y/N dies in the hands of Niklaus, I will not be merciful Katerina."

Four years you were on the run visiting Kol's favorite places which made you feel closer to the Original while learning new magic's getting stronger. You sat in your London flat watching the snow falling gently while unconsciously playing with your engagement ring while thinking about Kol.

"Darling can you let me in?" You heard Kol ask making you rush to the door tearing it open letting him. You jumped up into his arms kissing him deeply pulling a deep moan from Kol.

"You're here! Oh my god I missed you. Never again idiot." You said inbetween kisses as Kol smiled looking up at you with adoration.

"I missed you too darling. You did a better job at hiding than Katherine."

"Wait.! But Klaus?"

"It took three years but Elijah and Rebekah calmed him then I spent a year looking for you." Kol said kissing you again as he took you to your bed relearning one another's body.

"You kept it."

"Yeah....ask me again." You tell him taking the ring off as Kol slipped out of your bed getting on one knee.

"Please marry me? You gorgeous, beautiful woman that I would be honored to be her husband."

"Yes....a thousands times yes." You said tears falling as Kol smiled putting the ring back on your hand. Kol rushed up kissing you again as you both fell back into the bed.

"I love you, my beloved."

"I love you too, Kol." You whispered back as you both finally got to be happy.

#rere's stories #kol mikaelson fluff #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson x reader

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annab-recs · 4 years

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Straight Simpin - JJ Maybank

JJ thinks he’s all big and bad, saying he would never ever be caught simping over a girl. That is until John B and Pope catch him doing exactly that with you.

Requested by @danicarosaline 💙

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1.4k+

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"Every time she's around, your eyes are glued on her, dude," JJ teased his curly-headed best friend who sat across the table from him.

"I gotta say you have it bad for Sarah Cameron," Pope adds on as he munches on a french fry. John B shoots him a glare before coming back at him.

"I have it bad?" He questions as he gestures towards the girl with long brown curly hair who is helping her father behind the counter. "Have you seen the way you are with Kie? You are one hundred percent a simp for the girl." A small smile spreads upon the dark-skinned boy's face as he tugs his hat down a little lower to hide his flustered expression.

"What? I like her, man. Nothing wrong with that," Pope tells him as JJ lets out a chuckle.

"I'll tell you two suckers one thing. You will never catch me all mushy and gushy over a girl like y'all are. That shit's lame." The two boys collectively roll their eyes at JJ knowing as soon as you showed up, his tough guy act would fall to the floor in an instant and he would be all over you.

"Okay, whatever," John B scoffed before taking a sip of his water.

...

"Sorry guys! I didn't mean to come so late. They had me held up at work later than expected," you rush the words out as you plop down in the seat between JJ and Pope and set your bag down next to you on the floor.

"About damn time. I was beginning to think you forgot about us," John B spoke from across the table.

"How could I forget about you guys?" You giggle as you ruffle your fingers through JJ's hair. He sends a sweet smile your way before pulling your hand out of his golden locks and placing it down on your thigh.

"Have you eaten today?" He questions as he fixes the blond strands you just threw all over the place.

"Not since like ten this morning. I'm fucking starving," you say as you place a hand on your growling stomach. JJ pushes his plate of fries towards you before turning around to the counter at The Wreck.

"Kie, we need some food in here! Y/n hasn't eaten since this morning! Here, eat my fries until she brings you something." You do as asked of you and giggle at the boy beside you. You notice small snickers coming from John B and Pope but think nothing of it. In what feels like no time at all, Kie comes out with some food for you and takes a seat at the table as well.

"So how was work today, y/n?" She inquired but by the rolling of your eyes, she could tell it was not a good day.

"It was literally the fucking worst. When I got there, the place was so busy with almost no one working so I had to deal with all that. Then, a group of stuck up kooks came in and would pick clothes up but then throw them back down all messed up, so I'd have to go behind them and refold everything. And then, oh my God, the worst part was this guy who came in the store and at first, I was like he's kinda cute but then he kept trying to talk to me and hitting on me in a gross way and I was clearly uninterested. Then I go to the back of the store to get something and he follows me, grabs my ass, and says 'The only thing in this store that I want is you'. I literally wanted to vomit."

"Ew," Kie comments and you nod your head in agreement.

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you know who he is? Or his name?" JJ asks from beside you, but you shake your head at him.

"I think I've seen him hang out with Kelce before but that's it," you inform him before turning your attention back to the food sitting in front of you.

"Was it that Justin guy?" He further presses on the issue that you could care less about.

"Maybe? I don't know. I don't know a Justin. Why's it such a big deal?"

"Because he touched you and was being a perv and I won't hesitate to cave his face in." You could see him getting riled up, so you placed your hand on top of his balled-up fist, feeling it loosen under your touch.

"Easy there tiger. I am fine. No need to get all worked up or fight someone." His blue eyes soften when they make eye contact with yours and you give his hand a little pat before going back to eating. The crew around you continues to converse as you eat. You can feel JJ looking over at you every once in a while, but you shake it off. Just when you finish your meal, an upbeat song comes on the radio and all you want to do is dance.

“Would you care to dance with me?” You ask the blond who sat to your right. A small grin grew on his face as he nodded his head. You stood up and held a hand out to him, which he gladly took as you eagerly dragged him over to an empty spot near the radio. As the two of you goofily danced and swayed, your group of friends discussed what was happening between you and JJ.

“They are so cute,” Kie gushed from her seat as she watched the two of you sway to the music. She smiled, seeing the biggest grin spread on your face after JJ twirled you around before pulling you back towards him. “They are so fucking adorable. I don’t get why they don’t just date already.”

“I don’t know either, but JJ has it so bad for that girl,” Pope adds. John B nods in agreement before speaking.

“He’s straight simpin, bro.” The two boys laugh at the dancing boy who had said only moments before that he would never be ‘all mushy and gushy over a girl’. John B and Pope continue joking about the lovesick blonde until the song ends and you and JJ come back to the table, giggling.

“Did you two have fun?” John B asked you with a mischievous smile on his face. You rolled your eyes before responding.

“Yeah, I did. Did you, JJ?” You asked, turning towards him. He nodded his head before shooting a warning glare to the Routledge boy. Pope chuckled beside you before changing the subject and carrying on a conversation with Kiara. An hour or so passes and tiredness falls over you as you let out a small yawn.

“I think I’m going to go. I’m exhausted after work today and I have to go back tomorrow,” you announce as you stand from your chair and push it in behind you.

“Want me to walk with you?” JJ asks.

“No, it’s okay. You can stay and hang. Don’t worry about me.”

“You sure?” He questions once more and you nod, another yawn spilling past your lips. You say your goodbyes and leave the restaurant.

“Oh y/n, have you eaten anything today?” John B mocks JJ’s sweet and caring actions from earlier.

“Yeah, and do you want to dance with me?” Pope adds to the torment.

“She asked me to dance,” JJ defended himself.

“But you said yes,” John B counters as JJ sits back and lets him talk, knowing that it would not be long before he would catch him doing the same thing with Sarah Cameron.

“So, you’re saying that if the kook princess waltzed up in here and asked you to dance with her, you would decline?” JJ asked the shaggy-haired boy. John B stayed quiet, knowing full and well that he would dance with Sarah if given the chance.

“That’s what I thought,” JJ spoke as Pope giggled loudly at John B’s embarrassment. “Oh, zip it, you know you’d do the same if the girl of your dreams asked you too.” Kie laughed at JJ’s effectiveness to shut the other boys down, but she was completely oblivious of the fact that she was the girl of Pope’s dreams.

“Okay boys, help me clean up around here, and then let’s go, alright?” Kie asked and the three nodded as they began to pick up their plates and continue picking on each other about their love lives.

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