#Joe is still knitting the other one

[the-kr8tor]

Hello!!! I have simple request if you don’t mind how about drunk Hobie with y/n…I wanna see how you would write their dynamic cause I love your writing <3

Thank you for requesting, lovely! 💛

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, drinking, cw vomit, FLUFF

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You wake up groggily to the telephone ringing loudly inside your shared bedroom. With one eye open, you blindly reach for the receiver, hand bumping all over the mess that is your bedside table. Bringing the phone to your ear, face squished on the pillow, sleep still clinging to your lashes.

“Hello?” Your voice cracks.

“Y/N? It's Ned” you wake up in a flash, mind already flashing to Hobie or his friends having some sort of emergency during their weekly get together. Is there a fire? Did someone get alcohol poisoning? Is he okay?

“Come get your man. He's gonna get kicked out with how loud the fucker is right now. The owner’s staring daggers at him”

Sure enough, there's a loud booming laughter in the background and what sounds to be glass shattering. Ned's swirling his words together but sober enough to put together a cohesive sentence. But definitely not drunk enough to handle his friends' shenanigans.

“Oh shit! Please hurry, he's telling everyone that he's Spider-Man, what a weirdo.” there's a rustling sound then the phone falls, banging on the wall briefly. There's fast footsteps and a muffled, “Hobie! Christ, that's your third fucking glass!”

There's roaring laughter, and an unmistakable voice. “Who you callin’? The coppers? You're no fun anymore, Neddy”

The dial tone ends and you're already putting on your trainers, taking your keys, wallet and coat. You don't even bother changing out of your pajamas, they look presentable enough, right?

The train ride was awkward. You in your pajamas, hair disheveled, and mismatched socks. Good thing there weren't a lot of commuters this late or the staring would actually get to you. There was an awkward silence when you stepped inside, but with you staring right back at them with your sleep deprived eyes, they looked away immediately.

You practically ran to the white horse pub, the party was in full swing, people with sloshing pints in hand and men drunkenly trying to walk straight. Hugging your coat closer, you tie them closed, scanning the pub for the familiar figure.

Spotting Hobie halfway up the table with Ned trying to drag him off, his laughs would make you giggle if not for him being so inebriated, chugging an entire pint while his other friends cheer him on, banging on tables and guffawing over the already loud pub. A friend you've recognized before joins him on the table, finishing his own pint. Hobie eggs him on with him tipping his friend's pint closer to the man's lips, while chanting: you can do it, mate!

The wood wobbles and you quickly make your way towards him. Ned sighs in relief, you smile apologetically before he changes course for the other friend on the table, almost tackling him off it.

You hold onto his leather jacket in an attempt to balance him. He usually has great balance but you don't completely trust his coordination.

“Hobie!” You yell through the loud chatter of the pub. The owner watches on in your peripheral, “Sorry, Joe! I'll get him home!”

“You better! Your boy's a menace, he's been inciting everyone on his little drinking game”

“Isn't that good? People are buying more booze?”

“Don't push it, love. That's the only reason why I'm not gonna make him pay for the broken glasses”

You wince, “sorry about those” He grunts, waving off.

Tugging at his jacket, you call his name again. Hobie finally looks down, eyes flicking from your hands to your face. You'd expect him to greet you with a smile or even drop down and hug you, instead, he swats your hands away from him, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

You blink in surprise, bewildered at his actions. “Hey! Hobie!”

“What?” he folds his knees to level with you, his eyes blinking a little too quickly, head tilted, hands on his knees for extra balance.

“What do you mean ‘what’? I'm here to take you home. You're too drunk” you hold his hand, tugging him down on the table.

“And you're too bloody handsy” he flings your hand away. “I'm–” he blinks slowly, trying to get his bearings. “I'm have a girl back home, yeah? Don't” Hobie pokes your forehead.

You get cross eyed, a minute ago you'd thought he was just a little too drunk, the kind of drunk where you're wobbly on your feet, now you know he definitely can't see straight. You decide to play along, just so you can tease him in the morning.

“Oh” you bring your hands on your chest in a mock surprise. “Didn't know that, so sorry”

“No harm, but she–she would…could throw hands if she saw you grope me like that”

Grope? “I wasn't– you know what, tell me more about her. She sounds nice”

Hobie beams at you, a resemblance of what he would usually look like once he sees you in a crowded room. He sits on the table like you just asked a child what his favourite dinosaur is.

“She– she's sooo good to me, y’know” you nod, biting your lip to stop a giddy laugh from escaping. “I told her that I was Spiderman and y’know what she did?!” He excitedly yells, good thing no one here actually believes his drunk ramblings or else the entire pub would know that they're currently drinking with spiderman himself.

“No, what did she do?” you smile, eyes twinkling under the dim lights of the pub.

“She said she loves me! And and” he gestures excitedly. “Supports me! Isn't that fuckin' amazing?!” Hobie sighs longingly. “I miss her, I wish she was here. She'd probably bonk me on the head with how much I've drunk though.” He trails off, his eyes glassy. “I should go home”

“Yeah, you should” you slowly inch closer to him. “Hey, babe?”

“Yes, lovie?” Hobie does a double take, his eyes wide as dinner plates. “Lovie!” He tackles you in for a hug. His face snuggling closer to your neck. You rub his back, giggling.

Now you're the one struggling to balance. “I miss you too” you kiss his temple. “Let's go home before you let out anymore of your secrets”

You would have struggled more if you brought him to the tube, luckily enough, you found a cab within five minutes of waiting (and wrangling) with Hobie.

After a round of goodbyes from his equally drunk friends, you finally got him inside the taxi. The driver clicks his tongue at another drunk passenger.

“He better not get sick all over my seats” the driver says gruffly.

“He won't, don't worry” you say with a fake smile.

“I think ‘m gonna be sick.” Hobie opens the car window, letting the cool air in.

“Please don't” you whisper to him, patting his back affectionately whilst you smile at the glaring driver so he doesn't kick you out.

After a car ride that seemed endless and one throw up outside the flat, you're both finally home. Getting him up the stairs was more of a struggle, he wobbled on his feet, almost tumbling off the staircase, if not for you clinging to him he would most definitely fall. Once inside the bedroom, he groans, leaning his entire body on you. Arms enclosed around your shoulders, head lolling to the side.

Hobie drops like a sack of potatoes on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You land on top as he traps you in his embrace.

“You're so good to me” he murmurs against the crown of your head.

“Mm-hmm, so I've been told” you cuddle closer, not minding the smell of alcohol.

“Because it's true” Hobie places a sticky kiss on your head then folding his neck just to reach your temple.

“You're gonna regret this in the morning” you help him in attacking your face by leaning over him, your elbows on the side of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His hands skim over to your waist, holding you securely.

“I'll never” kiss “ever” kiss “regret” kiss “snogging you”

You laugh from the belly with every peck he leaves on your skin. “I know that, I’m talking about you drinking too much”

Hobie pauses, eyes narrowed from tiredness, lips still pursed together. “Ah that, sorry” he apologizes for his future self even though he would most definitely say it in the morning when you hand him some meds and lots of fluids.

“We'll talk about it once you're sober and without a banging headache. Rest, I'll take care of you” kissing his nose, you leave his side to grab fresh clothes for him to change into.

Before you completely leave, Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it.

“Love you, thank you” You let him bring your knuckles up to his lips, he sighs.

“Love you too, I think you're about to have the worst morning tomorrow” you chuckle, leaning closer to his touch like a planet orbiting its sun.

“With you, it won't be”

“You get cheesy when you're drunk” kissing the tip of his nose, you leave again, turning away, earning a grunt of disapproval from Hobie.

“I hate to see you go but I love watching you leave!” he says with gusto.

You should've brought a video camera with you when you were in the pub.

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[blairrwaldorfs]

Champagne Problems

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: When one door closes, one door opens.

Author's Note: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift with an extended perspective.

Wordcount: 3.2K

The train was quiet and still. People were in their own little worlds, their headphones in their ears, their nose stuck in a book, or some were asleep. The city blurred in front of Joe’s eyes as he sat at the window seat of the train. Coat wrapped around his body as if it was something that could protect him from the events of today. As if it could help drown the emotions that were washing over him at the moment. His leg shook anxiously as he held up his fingers and the edges of his teeth found his nails. 

He felt numb.

He didn’t really know what to think or feel. He didn’t really expect it at all because this wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear at all, but he did. He watched her stand there in front of his entire family and friends, a small embarrassed smile tugged on her lips as he waited for her answer. 

Joe let out a sigh, letting his eyes wander around the train. Just a few more minutes until he was back in the city. Back home where he felt safe. Though, he wasn’t sure if he would feel that way, knowing that she wouldn’t be there waiting for him anymore. His left hand found the inside of his coat pocket and there it was:

The box. 

The velvety small red box that he had been playing in his hand all month long, trying to figure out what to say or do once he opened it. Looking at the red velvet box, he knew that everything would change the moment he opened it. He just didn’t expect that it would change in the worst way possible. Joe had planned this for a year now. He was ready. He even was able to gather his whole family and joined in with the plan. 

“Oh, darling.” Joe’s mother gave him those big wet brown eyes of hers. “I have something better for you to give to her.” 

Joe had traveled back to his parents’ home that weekend to tell them the news. To tell them the decision he had made. To tell them that he was ready to start his own life with her. 

Joe’s mum got up from the sofa and speed walked towards her bedroom before coming back with that red velvet box. Inside was his grandmother’s engagement ring when Joe’s grandfather proposed to her. It was beautiful. Not too big nor too small. It was just right. Joe thought it would fit her perfectly, and he didn’t hesitate to thank his mum for it. 

“It’s perfect.” Joe smiled. 

“I know she’s going to love it.” His mum replied. 

For months, Joe had kept that red velvet box inside his desk drawer where he knew she wouldn’t be able to find it. Joe thought the relationship was going well. He thought even through the rough times, they would always find a way back to each other. They would always find a way to solve the problem, so what happened? How come all of a sudden, everything had fallen into pieces? 

“I’m sorry.” She had told him. 

Joe was on his one knee still, a smile tugging on his lips, and the box in his hand. His cousin had already popped the champagne before she could even answer him because they thought there was no other answer, right? They were perfect together, right?

“Joe…” She sighed, her eyes scanning the room as she felt her cheeks burned from embarrassment. 

“What is it?” Joe’s smile slowly faded as he got up from his position. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think this is the right time.” She whispered, turning their backs from his family. “I’m not ready for this.” 

Joe felt his heart shattered into a million pieces. His family also knew what was going on without an explanation. They saw it all. They saw her expression. They heard her answer and somehow, Joe suddenly felt embarrassed by what just happened. Walking out the backdoor of the house, he followed behind her as he waited for more explanation.

“We knew this wasn’t working out.” She shook her head. 

“I…” Joe knitted his brows. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, but I’m sorry. This should have ended a long time ago.” 

That was it. 

She didn’t say anything else before grabbing her coat, whispered apologies to Joe’s family and friends and out the door. Joe stood there frozen by the kitchen doorway, the box still in his hand, and he felt defeated as he watched her walk away. She dropped him like a champagne glass and left his shattered pieces on the floor like he was nothing. He felt his mum comforted him as he saw everyone’s faces had that expression where they really didn’t know what to say to him. 

Because what could they really say after all this?

“What a shame.” Joe’s aunt’s voice echoed in his head. “She would have made a lovely bride.”

More like a runaway bride.

He wrapped his hand around the velvet box in his pocket and gripped it tightly. He wasn’t sure why he still had it. He wasn’t sure what to do with it anymore because what was the point now? As the train finally stopped, Joe quietly followed the crowd out the doors. He wasn’t sure if the silence inside the train was worse than the bustling crowd that was in the station. Either way, it was making him feel frustrated and angry.

He just wanted to scream. 

Joe didn’t want to go home so instead, he opted to go to the pub right by his flat. Maybe a couple pints of beer could get him to sleep tonight if he had enough of it. Entering the crowded pub, he headed towards the bar. He immediately ordered himself a pint and settled into one of the stools. He let his mind wander again towards the memories of them together. All the happy ones and all the times that they fought. Maybe it was just the matter of time that she was going to get tired of him. 

Joe wasn’t surprised anymore. He was a fucking mess. 

An actor, who traveled all the time for work. No one could understand that. No one was able to handle that, and he couldn’t blame her for it because he knew his job wasn’t easy. It wasn’t a normal 9-5, Mondays to Fridays. It was hectic, always in the spotlight and full of different strangers trying to dip their opinions on every move he made. 

“Deep thoughts?” 

Joe’s thoughts were interrupted as he gazed up and saw you. 

A playful smile tugging on your lips and a pint of beer in your hand. You were in a wool coat, nice trousers and a button up shirt. You just left the office and decided that a little drink wouldn’t hurt after a long week. It was a Friday after all, right?

Silence.

Joe didn’t reply to your question as he sipped his drink, but you seemed to be interested in this curly haired, sad man in front of you. 

“You know sometimes…” You added, leaning a bit forward. “They said it’s better to vent to strangers because then, you don’t have to see them after that.”

“Is that so?” Joe finally answered.

You let out a fake gasp, a smile plastered on your face. “Oh, he speaks.”

“He doesn’t speak.” Joe argued. “He also apparently doesn’t know how to propose.”

Joe couldn’t help but think that maybe you were right. It was better to rant to a stranger because London was a big enough city for you two to not run into each other again. Plus, if he kept everything in, he might just finally explode. 

“Oh.” You pout your lips. “She said no?”

“Not ready, she said.” Joe replied.

You nodded your head and took a sip of your drink before saying, “How long?”

“Five years.”

That answer got Joe gulping on the rest of his beer until the glass was empty because five years. Five years, and she wasn’t ready? Maybe he was the problem, and she just couldn’t say it to his face. 

“I’m sorry.” You tutted softly and ordered Joe another drink. “Here… looks like you need more of it.”

You slid the pint of beer towards him. For a moment, Joe stared at the glass in front of him and then his big wet brown eyes gazed up at you. Why were you being so nice to him? Why did you even care about what was happening to him? You were nothing but a stranger, but he couldn’t help but feel comfort in your caring. After all, he had a long day.

An embarrassing one.

“So…” You leaned your chin against the palm of your hand, your eyes sparkling with interest. “Tell me every detail.”

It wasn’t that Joe minded that a stranger was so interested in his personal life because being an actor, everyone seems to be so interested in that anyway. It was just that you seem different. You seem to genuinely want to know and be there for him. He wasn’t sure if it was your brown eyes staring into his or the aura that you were giving out, but he didn’t hesitate to start explaining everything that happened. The whole time, you never interrupted. You never tried to cut him off nor looked bored from all the venting that he started to do. You sat there and actually listened. 

It was in the middle of Joe’s venting where he paused for a moment and realized something. Maybe she was right. Maybe the relationship wasn’t working out because he just now realized that not once has she ever listened to him like this. Just let him vent about his day and be there for him. She never did that. Joe was always the one who tried to be there for her and did the effort in the relationship. She never did. 

“What is it?” You asked the moment Joe paused. 

“I—” He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

“C’mon, you already told me everything. You can’t stop now.” You chuckled softly. 

“I just realized something…”

You raised your brow, waiting for him to continue. 

“I just realized she never listened to me.” He murmured. “It was always about her. It was always about her never getting what she wanted and how she was never happy with anything.”

You hummed softly. “Sounds like a brat.” You teased.

Joe couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at your little comment, but he saw how your eyes widened after those words slipped out of your lips. 

“I…I’m sorry…” You stuttered. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“No.” Joe laughed. “She was a brat. I agree.” 

You bit your lower lip as you laughed with him. It was the first time you saw him smile the whole night. The sound of his laughter was like music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself that you were able to atleast make him smile and laugh. 

“She was spoiled.” Joe added. “She would throw tantrums whenever she didn’t get what she wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head. “And you wanted to marry this child?”

Another joke, another laughter slipped out of Joe. He continued to rant about this woman, and you listened. Another drink was ordered and another laughter slipped out of him as you told him another joke. You didn’t even know this man’s name in front of you, but you liked listening to him. 

Be there for him. 

It was like you two just clicked right away. 

Later that night, Joe had asked you if you wanted to join him outside for a smoke break. You didn’t really smoke, but you went out there with him anyway. You leaned your back against the brick wall, your eyes scanning the empty streets of London as Joe did his thing. You didn’t say one word. You just pulled your coat closer to your chest and gazed up at the starry night sky. 

“I’m Joe, by the way.” He finally introduced himself as he put out his cigarette. 

You introduced yourself to him, and you realized you weren’t strangers anymore. You knew his name. You kept remembering the comment you made to him earlier this evening. How it was better to vent to a stranger because you might never see them again but now, you knew each other’s name. You knew half of his story. 

“What’s your story?” Joe asked, leaning against the brick wall next to you. 

“My story?” You laughed softly. “It’s boring.”

You turned to see Joe staring at you, waiting for you to answer his question. You let out a sigh and turned your body so that you were facing him. Your left shoulder leaning against the brick wall now. 

“Got a big sister, but she lives outside the city. Parents are divorced, I live down the street in a small flat, and I work in a bio lab office.”

“So, you’re a scientist?” Joe smiled.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “I’m far from that. I just do the paperwork.”

Joe hummed softly. “It definitely sounds boring.” 

You chuckled softly, nudging him with your shoulder softly as you both started walking down the street. Your eyes went back to where Joe’s hand was. Inside his coat pocket again. You have noticed it all night, but you never asked or said anything about how his hand would sometimes slip inside that right pocket, but you knew what it was. You knew what was in there.

“Can I see it?” You finally asked. 

Joe paused in his tracks, another surprise that he noticed about you tonight. You tend to read his mind so well. He didn’t have to ask what you were talking about. Instead, he slipped that red velvet box out of his pocket and handed it to you. Grabbing the box from the palm of his hand, you opened it and gasped softly.

It was stunning. 

“Wow.” You whispered, staring at the shiny ring. 

“It was my grandmother’s.” Joe muttered, his eyes found his feet on the ground. 

“It’s beautiful.” You handed the box back to him. “It deserves to be in the hand of someone that truly loves you.” 

Joe nodded his head and played with the box in his hand again.

“It does.” You smiled, setting your hand over his. “I know it hurts right now, but you will find someone deserving of your love. Someone who would understand every corner of your mind. Someone who would appreciate your efforts and understand that you also have your own career and life. Someone who understands that you are able to balance that.”

Joe’s chocolate button eyes stared into your brown ones for a moment. How were you this wise over these kinds of situations? How were you able to find the right words all the time? How were you able to understand him this much? Joe was with her for five years, and she never was able to understand him. 

“How do you know how to say the right words all the time?” Joe laughed softly. 

“Imagine having to work with the person that left you after four years. After you promised each other that there was no one else.” You said. “Seeing him everyday is like a reminder of what happened. A reminder of the things you two had built together, and it was shattered into a million pieces in just a second. Seeing him be happy with someone else, while you sat there frozen.”  

Joe shook his head. “And you can’t just move into a different job?”

You shrugged and laughed. “I’m petty.” You joked. “But moving out of the job that I love just because of him? That wasn’t going to be enough reason, especially after all the hard work I have put into that career.” 

Joe nodded his head in understanding as you shrugged and smiled at him. “You get wiser though.”

“Well, after our talk tonight, I definitely realized a few things.” Joe gave you a warm smile. 

You smiled and stopped in front of your front steps. “Well, this is me.” 

Joe gazed up to your flat building and back down at you. “Thank you for tonight. Really.”

“You know sometimes, when one door closes, one door opens. They’re never all closed. Sometimes we just don’t see that.” You stated. 

Joe’s eyes scanned you, and he couldn’t help but admire you so much. How smart and confident you were after everything. After having to still even see your ex everyday, you were still very positive about everything. He didn’t even know what he was going to do next after everything. How was he able to go home tonight and get used to the fact that she wasn’t going to be there anymore? 

But you standing there in front of him, another feeling had washed over him. 

Hope. 

Hope that he will be able to get up and move on from this. Seeing you stand in front of him and realizing that you were the one who was able to go through every corner of his dark mind tonight and was still able to stand here in front of him and look at him the same was giving him a different feeling. How could a person that he just met in just a night knew him better than the person he was with for five years? 

Maybe she was right. Joe thought again. 

“You’ll find something real.” He heard her voice echoed through his mind again. 

Maybe she was right. Maybe this was meant to happen.

You watched as Joe stepped closer to you, your breath stopping for a moment. His eyes never left yours and both of your faces only were a few inches far from each other. Your fingers had found the collar of his shirt, gently rubbing the fabric of it. 

“Joe…” You whispered, breath hitching. “I don’t think this is a wise idea after everything.”

Joe bit his lower lip and nodded his head. “Thank you.” He whispered before stepping away from you. 

You gave him a small smile and said, “How about coffee tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.” Joe replied. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smiled, taking your keys out of your purse. 

You watched Joe walk down your steps and before he could get any further, you exhaled sharply. 

“Joe!” You called out. 

He immediately stopped and turned to you as you ran down the steps with a big smile on your face. You gently leaned in towards him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered before running back to your front door and finally unlocking the door. 

“Goodnight.” Joe smiled, murmuring under his breath. 

He watched you close the door behind you, a small smile tugging on his face. For a moment, he thought about how shitty his day was but then, he also thought about tonight. He may have to come home to an empty flat tonight and feel every emotion wash over him all over again, but he also found that hope in your sparkling eyes tonight. 

As he slid his hands inside his coat pocket, he felt that velvet box again. He gripped it with his hand for a moment and exhaled sharply. 

One day, he knew that this would belong to someone who truly deserved it. Looking over his shoulder, he looked back at your front door and smiled as your voice echoed in his head. 

When one door closes, one door opens. 

The End.

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[sapppy-cocktail]

Valentines Special

Sadie Sink x Reader

Masterlist

"Y/N!" A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around to be met with Sadie jogging towards me. "Hey Sadie." I say smiling at her as she smiles brightly at me. "Did you need something?" I ask as I suddenly remember she ran to me. "Do you- Can I?" She begins to say but pauses before restarting her sentence. "I just finished my scenes for the day so I thought maybe we could hang out?" She suggests, her hands playing with the sleeves of her blue and yellow 80s jacket. I glance down at my wrist. 6:25. Earlier than usual. "Yeah, of course. Did you wanna take off your clothes?" I ask looking towards her trailer. "What?" She asks, her voice higher than usual as her widen and eyebrows knit together. My eyebrows furrow and my head tilts at her reaction. "Your clothes? You're still in your clothes from set?" I say wary, unsure if my words could cause the same reaction. She raises an eyebrow at my words but looks down and notices her clothes and her eyes widen. "Oh! Right. Yeah, of course." She says as she looks back up at me. "Come with me." She says as she reaches out for my hand and pulls me towards her trailer.

"So what do you have in mind?" I ask as I take a seat on her bed and watch her disappear into her bathroom. "Well, since it's Valentines day and we both don't have dates I thought it'd be nice to go to a restaurant. Something we could do as friends and enjoy." She says looking at me through the bathroom mirror as she holds 2 hangers with a dress on each, moving 1 in front of her before the other. I nod at the ground before her voice calling out to me makes me watch her as she walks out of the bathroom. "What do you think?" She asks as she holds the 2 hangers, one on each side. "Red or Black?" She asks as she moves them in front of her to look at them properly. "You already know what I'm gonna say." I say, a smile tugging at my lips as her eyes meet mine. "Black. Got it." She says rolling her eyes and walking to her wardrobe to hang the red back.

While Sadie changes I decide to mention the early finish today. "So you guys finished filming early today." I call out to her as I walk around her trailer. "Yeah. The Duffers said something about them needing to repeat a scene from California with Finn and Noah so I left early." She says making me nod. "So did Millie, Maya, Joe and the others finish early?" I ask as she slides the bathroom door open and grabs her makeup bag before returning to the bathroom, this time the door open. "I think so, I'm not sure." She says as she begins washing her face. "What time did you want to leave?" I ask watching as she makes a move for a face towel. I stand up and pass it to her. "Thank you. I was thinking maybe 7? Does that work?" She asks looking back at me. "Yeah. Wait. Where are we even going?" I ask as I realise I had no idea where we were going.

She turns back at me once more and and smiles before facing back to the mirror. "It's a surprise." She says making me groan. "Well obviously somewhere fancy." I say as I fall back onto the bed. I hear her laugh before speaking up. "What makes you say that?" She asks as if she doesn't know how I'm going to respond. I look at my watch. 6:45. "I guess I should go get ready." I say pouting as I walk to her door. I look back at her and she's already paused in her movement, her pink makeup sponge in her hand as she smiles at me through the mirror. I smile back before opening the door and shutting it behind me and as I begin making my way to my trailer I decide to send Millie a text. The one time I get a day off you finish early? Lucky bastard. After sending it I turn my phone off and slide it back into my pocket before opening the door to my trailer.

I look at myself once more in the mirror, looking myself up and down for anything I can improve. "Hey Siri, what's the time?" I call out to my phone that's charging on the other side of the room. "It is 6:58pm." She replies making my eyes widen as I quickly pull my phone out of the wire and shut the door, locking it after me. But then I realise I forgot the red roses I had just gotten. Quickly after unlocking my trailer, running in grabbing the roses and locking the door once more I begin speed walking to Sadie's trailer. As I walk I realise it's pretty silent. Where is everyone? I ignore it and reach her trailer. I knock on the door and as I wait for a response I look at my wrist and watch the 7 flick into 7:01. I made it, it was the end of the minute but I made it.

The sound of the door unlocking pulls me out of my thought and I smile as I see Sadie. "Hello beautiful." I say taking a step back and looking her up and down. She turns her head away as she smiles and lightly hits my arm telling me to stop. I smile and hand her the roses. Her eyes widening as she accepts it. "For me?" She asks as she looks at me, her mouth slightly agape. "Yeah, I thought it'd be nice, y'know it being Valentines day and all." I say grinning as I quote her words from before. She smiles, rolling her eyes at me as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards a car nearby. We both take a seat in the back and the driver begins making his way to whatever restaurant we're going to. I pull my phone out from my pocket and still no response from Millie. Weird

We pull into the underground parking lot of a tall building in the city and I get out of the car offering my hand to help Sadie out before she guides me to me to an elevator. I watch as she taps the second highest floor, my eyes slightly widen and I know she takes notice of this because I can see the small smirk playing on her lips. Once we arrive at the top and the elevator doors open Sadie reaches for my hand pulls me with her towards a desk with a receptionist behind it. She smile brightly greeting us and I look around. It's packed, there's no way Sadie had gotten this last minute. But then again she is a celebrity, she could've used her status, but I know she's not like that. Maybe someone cancelled last minute, couples break up all the time, someone must've booked and then broken up with their partner and cancelled their booking which made an opening.

"Booking for 2 under the name Sadie Sink" She says to the receptionist making me look at her. "Yup, got you. Perfect timing, 7:30 on the dot. Right this way." She says guiding us towards a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant which gives us quite a bit of privacy. I pull out Sadie's seat and she thanks me before sitting down. I take a seat opposite her and look out the massive window beside us. Their was a beautiful sunset to the right of us. "How did you manage to get this so last minute?" I ask as I turn my eyes to her. She shift around in her chair before speaking up. "I uh, I don't know. Luck I guess?" She says as I nod. "Must be the luckiest girl." I say as I look back out to the view. "Yeah." She whispers just loud enough for me to just hear it. I turn back to her, she's staring at her hands which are on the table. She looks upset. I furrow my eyebrows and lean over the table placing my hand over hers which makes her look up at me. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask, concern laced in my voice since I'm genuinely concerned. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I say making sure she knows that I am here for her. She forces a smile and gives me a nod. "Yeah, I know, thank you." She says making my eyes narrow as I pull my hand back and look at the skyline. I feel a soft smaller hand on mine and I look at her. "I mean it. Thank you." She repeats as she smiles, genuinely this time. I nod and pick up the menu a waiter had just placed in front of us.

"So I said no and just walked away." "No you didn't!" Sadie says laughing. "I literally did, because like what did he think he was gonna do, expel me? He doesn't even have the authority to do that." I say as she continues laughing. "And nothing happened?" She asks as she attempts to stop her laughter but failing miserably. "No, well. The principle came after me but I literally just lied to her because what's she gonna do, ask for proof?" I say making her laugh even louder. "How do you get away with so much?" She asks as she tries to poke bean on her plate with her fork but misses because of how much she was shaking with laughter. I smile before I feel a vibration in my pocket. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I pull my phone out and notice the Caller ID. "Hey Millie, took you long enough to respond. Anyways, did you want to come to my trailer to watch some movies with me later tonight?" I ask not allowing her to say anything. "What? Yeah, sure. But what are you saying I had a half-day I literally just got off set." She says making me pull my phone from my ear to read the time. 8:12pm.

"Oh, what the hell. Sadie said you guys finished early?" I say confused as to why she finished later. "What? It was only her who finished early, said she had an appointment at like 7:30, said she couldn't cancel." She says as her words slow down and she pauses before gasping. "Wait, is she with you?" She asks "Yeah." "Oh my God, are you guys doing something for Valentines day? WOW, just leave work." She says faking annoyance. "Hey, my character is not needed today, I was off work." I reply back but she ignores my comment and backtracks to earlier in the conversation. "What are you guys doing?" She asks and I respond by sending her my location and she gasps, loudly this time. "No you're not!" She says not believing me. "What, what is it?" I ask curious to know why she reacted like that.

"You can't get a booking there for months and you'd still get a bad spot, and especially Valentines day, thats fully booked for the next like 3 years and there's only a few spots left for 4 years from now. It's literally one of the most expensive and luxurious restaurants here." She says making me raise my eyebrows. "Are you serious? She was telling me she got it last minute." I say and Millie laughs. "Noo, she's lying to you hon. She must've bought it from someone else." She says making me think back to when we entered. "It was under her name though." I say confused. "She must've booked that years ago then." She says and I stand there silently before remembering Sadie's waiting for me. "Oh shit! I gotta go, bye Millie I'll see you in an hour or so." I say waiting for her response. "Bye Y/N." She says before I end the call look at the mirror and fix my look.

I walk out and notice our table is empty and I look around notice Sadie leaning on a wall by the elevator waiting patiently, she glances at her wrist before looking up and noticing me. Her face lights up as she meets me halfway. "I thought you ditched me for a second." She says jokingly but by the way her eyes lit up earlier I knew she was lying. "Yeah, sorry Millie called me." I say and she nods before tapping the elevator button. "What are we doing now?" I ask as we walk into the elevator. I watch as she taps the button for the highest floor this time. She smiles at me and looks back at the door and when it opens I realise we're on the roof. She smiles and pulls me towards the edge and we look at the view. "I saw how you were eyeing the view so I requested if we could go to the roof they said yes." She says making me smile before I speak up.

"Maybe I should have my date here." I say as I turn to Sadie and her smile falters. "Date?" She questions. "Yeah, me and my movies." I say and she lets out a breath. I look out to the city and it makes Millies words ring through my head. "You didn't finish early did you?" I ask making her furrow her eyebrows. "What?" She asks. "Today, you didn't finish early, you told the Matt and Ross that you had an appointment." I say and she winces. "Millie?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, I booked this earlier." She says and Millies words repeat once more. "A few years ago?" I ask and she avoids eye contact nodding once more. "Yeah." She says defeatedly and I nod at her response, taking in her words. "So why'd you take me?" I ask and at first she doesn't reply, she just continues to look to the city glowing around us. The moon shines on us and after a few seconds she looks at me, her eyes glistening. "Why do you think?" She asks, her voice was soft, almost fragile, as if she would break any second.

"Are you serious?" I ask and she scoffs and turns around. "Wait! Sadie." I say grabbing her arm and turning her towards me. "You actually, like me? Like, like like me?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. "Yes Y/N, I like you. Why is that so hard to believe?" She says pulling her arm out mine but doesn't make a move to leave. She sniffs and thats when I take notice of the tears that streamed down her face. "Sadie" "Don't, please." She pleads as she takes a step back. "I like you Sadie." I say and slowly take a step towards her. Sadie looks at the ground as she responds. "But not like that." She says assuming my words as she tries to wipe the tears away. "No, I, I like you like that." I say and for the first time since she confessed she looks me in my eyes. "This better not be some sick joke." She says and I notice the redness in her eyes. "I'm not, I swear. Why is that so hard to believe that I like you?" I say copying her words from earlier and she looks everywhere but me. "Sadie. Please, look at me." I say as I put one of my hands on her face wiping the tear streaming down her face. She turns her face towards me. "God, you're too pretty to cry." I say as my other hand rises to hold her. Her face now sitting in my fingers. My eyes flicker down to her lips and I slowly move closer, mine hovering over hers. "Can I kiss you?" I whisper and she nods.

A/N: I LITERALLY DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT GUYS 😭💀 It’s ass, but like yeah. That took hours.

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[icallhimjoey]

Hi, love your writing darling. Its amazing! How about dating Joe and one night while you’re sleeping he finds you tossing around in the bed having a wet dream and he ends up moving between your legs to rub himself on your clit to take the tension away?? 😉

oh so we're going for filth filth on this beautiful December Saturday, are we? ok, my sluts, here we go (also, tw i guess, 18+, read the request again, it's all in there) Wordcount: 1.1K

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There You Go

You were a heavy sleeper. The kind that would drift off fast, and would just be out cold for hours. You'd be so far removed from anything worldly, it would always take you a little while to sink back into your awake self again in the morning. It's why you weren't a morning person, but instead known to be all grouch and all grump.

Joe could be a heavy sleeper, too. Especially when he got to sleep in his own bed again after having been away for a bit. You could call out for him at various volumes, but he'd need a shake and a pull to let his consciousness find him.

Other times, he'd sometimes feel like he couldn't even properly drift off at all, instead lulling somewhere in between dreams and thoughts all night, picking up on all sounds in his surroundings. They'd either be woven into weird lucid hallucinations, or they'd be enough to wake him up fully, even if only for a moment.

You'd gone to bed way before Joe that night, and from the second Joe'd laid down next to you, you'd tossed and turned to the extent Joe didn't even think you were really asleep. You kept huffing and puffing, getting strangled up into the sheets, and seemed frustrated about something.

Joe said your name a few times, got no response, then laid an arm across your midriff, which seemed to calm you down enough and made you stop moving around so much. You sighed deeply, and Joe was pleased that his touch seemed to have fixed whatever had been keeping you from staying still and relaxing.

Joe tried drifting off. He was tired, but his mind kept running thoughts and playing reels that made him forget about time and space. They wouldn't let him find his sleep. They occupied his brain too much, kept it active and awake.

Joe couldn't fall asleep the way he wanted to. Not entirely. Especially not when you started rearranging the bed again, and he felt one of your hands grip onto his arm with an urgency he wasn't meant to find in someone sleeping.

"Babe?" Joe asked into the dark once more.

Your grip grew in strength, and for a second, Joe thought you were having a nightmare. Something scary that made you reach for comfort. Something got your adrenaline pumping, and technically, of course, you were safe, but the want to take you out of whatever awful thing your mind seemed to be putting you through overtook Joe completely. He sat up, and took a look at you, was about to wake you, but then, he hesitated.

You were biting down hard on your bottom lip, had fingers digging into Joe's forearm, eyebrows knitted up and... you were writhing. Breathing erratically.

"Baby?" Joe tried again. "Are you in pain?" maybe it was cramps, Joe wasn't sure. Asking you was futile - it was never going to wake you up.

He scanned your face until he suddenly recognised everything about it.

"Oh,"

He took a peek under the covers, saw your thighs clench, squirming, and then, just in case Joe wasn't sure he was entirely right about what he thought was going on, you moaned. It was soft enough for Joe to have missed it entirely had he not been paying such close attention. But he caught it, wouldn't have wanted to miss it.

"You need some help?" Joe softly said to no one, because clearly, you weren't listening. He inched closer, and brought his fingers to your inner thighs. It made you pull on the arm that was still draped across your body, and you pulled it 'til Joe moved on top of you.

"You awake?"

You just moaned more, arched your back, pressed yourself into Joe, searching for relief.

"Let me help you," Joe whispered, looking down between your bodies and pressing a knee into the mattress between your legs, slotting his thigh into place, feeding you pressure where you needed it.

"Joe," you breathed, still far away. Too far away to fully grasp what was happening, but aware enough to sense the pleasure. The want, the need, the satisfaction. Joe was there, you felt him above you, felt him against you, and your body let yourself take advantage.

Joe pushed into you, and you rocked. Rubbed. Gasped.

"That's it, come on,"

"Joe," you whined again, all sleepy, eyes closed, silently mewling and just grinding steadily against his thigh. The whole thing, all of it together, it did something to Joe. But you were asleep. Asleep enough - Joe would never. This was about you, getting yourself off. He was just helping you a little.

You hips gyrated, chased more friction and Joe silently wondered what you were dreaming off as he saw your cheeks flush redder by the second.

It wasn't enough. You made the best little noises, Joe thought, but it wasn't enough. Your hands started clambering around his shoulders, pulling him down, wanting to feel his full bodyweight on top of you. More pressure. More friction. So, Joe in turn, started rocking himself up and down. Small movements. Thigh muscles flexing.

You responded to it immediately. There was no way you were asleep still, Joe thought. He checked, dipped his head down to kiss you, a small peck, pulling back just as quick as he'd gone in. But you chased it, followed Joe's lips upwards, until you found them again and kissed him.

"That good?" Joe asked, grinning when you moaned into his mouth.

"More," you whispered, and were about to move a hand down to help yourself out, but Joe beat you to it.

"Let me," Joe said, easing his leg off you a little, pressing his hand down in between.

"More,"

Joe obliged immediately, started rubbing furiously until he had you panting, an absolute mess of arousal, and Joe could feel himself throbbing in unison within his boxers.

Your moans started shortening, climbing higher in pitch, until all you could manage was an open mouth and a breath held, arms tightening around Joe even more. Pressing your hips upward into everything Joe had placed in between your legs, you reached your climax.

"There you go," Joe cooed, keeping at it, doing all he could, knowing how to make it last. He would keep going as long as you could stand it, watched your face closely, searched for a sign until you frowned, signaling sensitivity overload, and Joe stopped.

Everything single muscle relaxed. All within you that had been tensed up seconds before was now lax. Completely slack, with your chest heaving as you caught your breath.

Finally, you opened your eyes and were met with your boyfriend looking down at you like he'd just witnessed something magical.

You held eye contact for a moment, until you saw the corners of Joe's mouth twitch a little, creating the smallest of smiles.

"You're welcome." Joe then joked.

"You're insane," you replied. You smiled at him as he grinned right back at you and didn't hesitate to kiss you again.

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[jungle-angel]

Too Many Mimosas (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Christmas morning in the Abbott household is nothing short of awesome but beware when Royal takes on the role of bartender

"Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy!" Amy screeched as she ran in and pounced on you both. "Santa came! Santa came!"

You felt your husband's side of the bed shift a little as Amy rolled off him and ran out of the room to wake everybody up. "Motherfucker," he groaned, rubbing his face.

"Too early?" you mumbled.

Rhett looked at his phone screen on the nightstand next to the bed.....five thirty in the morning. "By my watch it is," he chuckled.

You laughed a little as he kissed your cheek. "Boys awake?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Good, lemme get a shower in before Amy and Hannah start running around," Rhett told you.

Quick as he could, he jumped into the shower and washed off the grog from the night before, only switching back into his pjs to stay comfortable. Tatum and Tanner were just starting to wake up as Rhett lifted one of them out of their crib and you took the other, the both of you heading downstairs to join the rest of the family.

"Hey, Doodlebug," Royal said to Amy. "Calm down alright? Ya'll gotta give momma and daddy a minute to get down here."

"Merry Christmas everybody!" Rhett said loudly.

Everybody welcomed you both into the living room, excited to finally be able to be together. The Duttons had all come down from Bozeman to celebrate with you, the whole clan having descended en masse the week before once school had let out.

"Alright, who's on first?" Kayce asked.

"Give everybody a minute to get settled," Cecelia told him. "And then we'll get everything handed out."

You heard the clanking of bottles in the fridge under the counter and Monica opening the hutch for the glasses. You knew that as soon as Royal started, things were bound to get very interesting.

"I GOT NEW BARBIES!!!!" Amy happily declared.

You and Rhett had to laugh. You had found four new Barbie dolls for Amy that you just wouldn't have passed up for the world. You two knew full well too that you would have to get her the dollhouse to go with them.

Hannah was so happy and excited to have finally gotten Barbies of her own along with a few hand knitted sweaters from Cecelia. Tate finally had a black cowboy hat to match his father's along with two brand new GI Joes and a bucket of green soldiers. All of the kids and even the grown ups had an absolute blast opening their gifts and finally, once all was said and done, Cecelia could throw breakfast into the oven.

"Alright drinks are ready, come and get'em!" Royal announced.

You yourself couldn't drink seeing as you were still nursing the boys but Rhett and the others enjoyed themselves to the fullest but by midday, you could tell that he and some of the others might need a nap later. Rhett's speech was getting a little slurred along with the others and his hair falling all over his face.

"Baby?" you said.

"Sup?" he chuckled.

"You might wanna go take a nap," you told him. "I think you've had a few too many."

"I've only had......maybe like.....four?"

You laughed. "Rhett I counted and you had six in the last three hours."

Rhett laughed and pressed a sloppy little kiss to your cheek. "Merry Christmas lovebug," he chuckled.

"And a Merry Christmas to you too Grumpy," you answered, kissing him back.

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[strokemycoxswain]

Mini Fic: For Warmth

Pairing: coxstroke (bobby moch x don hume)

Raining: G

Content Warnings: poverty

Bobby sees Don shivering. A lot.

Even with the patches Joyce had sewn in Don’s sweaters and pants, they’re all worn so thin otherwise. He trembles against the cold Pacific Northwest winds as he jogs between classes. As they walk to the barn for late autumn practices.

Bobby knows that his stroke would never complain. He would never want to come across as ungrateful for what he has. But Bobby knows:

Don is cold.

So, he does the logical thing and goes to the shoe store. He can’t take Don’s shoes for reference, of course, but Joe lends him his feet for size comparison. Bobby figures it’ll be good enough, seeing as Don is almost as equally giant as Joe.

He picks out a conservative, sturdy pair of brown boots. Nothing fancy. It doesn’t break the bank for the Moch’s, anyway. Bobby doesn’t think his jeweler father will even notice the $10 missing from his account. And Bobby can go without betting on darts for a while, to make up for the lost capital. It all works out.

Bobby stays at his student apartment for winter break. Knowing Joe’s going to leave to spend Christmas with Joyce’s family, he doesn’t want Don left alone in the drafty athlete’s dorm. It makes him a little giddy to invite Don over for an extended stay.

Hanukkah has already passed and Bobby never put up any decorations or fanfare, but his stomach had nearly fallen out of his ass when Don had handed him a gift on the first night. A carefully wrapped wooden cover journal. Small and modest. But Bobby will probably sleep with it under his pillow forever.

He wraps an indoor fern in gold tinsel as he prepares accommodations for Don’s stay. A fluffy pillow and flannel sheets on the couch. He sits out the knitted grey blanket Don’s always partial to when he visits.

The shoe box wrapped in red and green wrapping paper is burning a hole in his mind from its place in his room. He can’t wait for Don to put them on. Break them in. Be comfortable and warm. He deserves it. He deserves so much.

Don smiles, bashful and secret and just for Bobby when he sets down his duffel in the living room and notices the decorated fern. Bobby is intoxicated by the peachy flush that blooms under the younger man’s freckles.

“Never say I’m not an amazing host.” Bobby jokes, soothing the warm tension between them. He doesn’t want to shy away from whatever they have, but he knows it makes Don nervous sometimes. Feeling so intensely.

“I would never.” Don agrees easily, lowering himself into his spot on the right side of the couch. He clutches the grey blanket to his chest immediately.

Bobby’s bed is near completely neglected during the stay, because they fall asleep leaning against each other on the couch every night. Don’s not one to drink alcohol too often, so Bobby breaks out his stash of hot cocoa powder. That, stirred in warm milk, makes the stroke’s eyes light up in bliss every time.

On Christmas Eve, Don falls asleep with his head in Bobby’s lap. The coxswain brushes his finger through the pin straight, thick cowlicks on the top of the younger man’s head. Don is stock still and silent even when he sleeps. Closed mouth and quiet through the whole night.

Don’s cheeks are flushed peach once again, but from warmth this time. A pleasant change from the wind bitten pinkish-purple they usually turn. His skin is creamy and his muscles are full. He looks so beautiful Bobby feels like he might throw up.

He falls asleep hunched over Don like he’s bending over to take a bite out of Don’s shoulder. Their breath’s mingle, sweetened by this evenings hot chocolate.

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Bobby wakes horizontally, having somehow been moved so that he’s lying across the couch and under the blankets. He hears dishes clanging and water running from the small kitchenette.

He rolls his eyes, of course Don is doing his dishes on Christmas morning.

Wait.

It’s Christmas morning!

Bobby springs from the couch and scampers to his room, feeling Don’s inquisitive gaze on him as he passes the kitchenette.

“Merry Christmas, Donny!” He shouts over his shoulder as he disappears into his bedroom. The kitchen tap turns off for a moment, like his stroke is processing what Bobby just said, then starts up again.

Bobby proudly marches back out into the living room with his messily wrapped shoebox. Happy to have something concrete to give Don. Something he can provide for him. Giving him warmth, security.

Don doesn’t stop doing the dishes as he watches Bobby walk back by. His raised eyebrows are the only indication he noticed at all.

“Get your scrawny ass in here, Hume!” Bobby commands jovially. “I have a surprise for you.”

Don comes around the corner, drying his hands on a dish towel and wearing his customary inquisitive frown. He sees the Christmas colored box and his frown deepens.

“It’s Christmas, you dope.” Bobby answers the unspoken question written in the other man’s expression.

“Oh.” Don says in his customary small, polite manner. “So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Bobby scoffs, holding the box out to him. “You’re a good Christian boy, aren’t ya?”

Don doesn’t take the box, at first. His hands only shoot out to receive it when Bobby shakes it at him a little impatiently.

He looks down at the box. The way Bobby obviously wrapped it himself. Feels the substantial heft.

“You really shouldn’t have, Bobby.”

“Why not?”

Don swallows hard. He doesn’t want to offend Bobby, but he also doesn’t want to take advantage of his generosity.

“You’ve already done enough.” Don clarifies. “Lettin’ me stay here.”

“I want to.” Bobby soothes. “I want to do things for you - give you things. Will you let me?”

Don glances from Bobby to the box, gazing at it likes it’s a precious gem.

“Go on!” Bobby urges, taking a seat on the edge of their couch. “Open it.”

Don sits down next his coxswain and begins to unwrap the box. Slowly, meticulously. Like he’s trying to save Bobby’s paper. Bobby feels his heart flutter at the realization.

When Don pulls the boots out, he’s silent for an extended moment. He won’t look away from them. He touches one of the thick shoe strings like he’s touching antique lace.

“So?” Bobby says, never one to leave a silence unfilled. “You like them?”

Don doesn’t answer and still doesn’t look up. Bobby is starting to get real nervous when Don sucks in a hiccuping gasp. He’s now clutching at the boots like he’s afraid they’ll be taken from him.

That just won’t do.

Bobby puts a hand on Don’s jaw and turns him so they’re facing each other just in time to see Don lose his battle to a sob.

“Oh, Donny.” Bobby whispers comfortingly. It only makes Don cry harder.

He folds forward to hide his face in Bobby’s narrow chest, squishing the boots between them. And Bobby has never seen his stroke like this before, not even when he had pneumonia in Germany. His beautiful, stoic first seat - made hysterical by a pair of shoes.

“It’s not that big a deal, baby.” Bobby pushes Don back upright so he can cradle the younger man’s wet, flushed face in his hands.

“No, Bobby.” Don mewls, eyes flicking back down to the boots minutely.

“Yes, Donny.” Bobby corrects firmly. He wipes a falling tear from the top of Don’s cheekbone with his thumb. “They’re yours - I’m giving them to you.”

“But why?”

Bobby’s heart sinks. Does Don Hume think himself unworthy of kindness? Undeserving of good things? Of care?

“Because you’re a nice guy. You deserve nice things.” Bobby relays matter-of-factly.

He pulls Don back into a hug and Don goes easily. Boneless, because he trusts Bobby to hold him up.

“This is too much.” Don sniffs against Bobby’s boney shoulder.

“It’s not enough.” Bobby corrects.

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[sweet-villain]

My One And Only~E.M

@somethingvicked asked:

Hey you, Jewl! :)

I'm in need of some angsty turned fluffy today - do you think you could write something like one of the popular and cute girls - either Crissy or some other cheerleader - has been out for Eddie for a time and then finally makes their move and reader who has just recently gotten together with Eddie see or hear about it and instantly think that Eddie will dump them and runs away and avoid him for a period of time, when in reality Eddie actually was "no, I have a girlfriend and she's the only one I want." But it clears up in the end? Pretty please with one of Joe's rings on top? ^^

Tagging : @woahlifehitsyahuh @cinemaquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld. @moonchildquinn @haileighboi @ceriseheaven @witchy-munson

The cheerleading squad stood on the side, giggling to themselves and speaking in hush tones as they eyed Eddie who passed them.

" Good Morning, Eddie" one of them greeted him. He paused with his eyebrows knitted looking around to see if they were talking to the right Eddie. He pointed to himself, not believing that she was talking to him. " Yes, you. Who else silly?" the other girls behind her, including Chrissy Cunningham waved at him.

He scratched the side of his head not really sure what he should do as he turned around, shrugging as he went on to greet you in front of the school. You were watching the scene play in front of you with your book bag over one shoulder holding onto the strap.

" What did they want?" you asked as soon as Eddie made his way over to you. " Good morning to you too, princess" His hands were behind his back as he bounced from one foot to the other, " Where is my morning kiss?"

A little pout appeared on your face eyeing the cheerleaders that stood moments ago there and they were no longer there. He was patiently waiting for his kiss that doesn't seem to come.

Instead he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his body. His brown eyes peer down at you with a soft smile on his face.

" Don't worry that pretty head of yours, now give me a kiss" he puckered his lips waiting for you to land one on him. You got on your toes to reach him better as you kissed him, loving the feeling of his lips against yours.

All the feelings of the cheerleaders that you saw was brushed aside as Eddie kissed you. The kiss didn't last long as the bell rang. You pulled away from him.

" Can't be late to class, Eds. Need you to walk that stage with me" His face beams as he stepped back putting two fingers against his head in salute motion.

" I hear you loud and clear, sweetheart" he blew you a kiss as he raced through the doors. You giggled, shaking your head as you followed him inside.

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You were writing down notes in class when you heard giggling around in class and raised your head up to see what was going on. Chrissy who sat in the corner of the class room a few rows ahead of you kept turning back to look back at someone and then whispering to her friends something.

She waved and you turned to glance at who she was waving at to find your boyfriend looking back at her, but he wasn't looking at her at all. It was you he was looking at. Once he noticed you were looking at him, his cheeks hinted the color red as he looked down at his notebook

It was pretty new, your relationship with Eddie still and you were so happy with Eddie.

The teacher announced that you'd be partnering up for an assignment. You gathered your book about to walk to your boyfriend to be his partner, when you heard " Hi Eddie." There was that giggle too.

Your head shot over glancing that Chrissy sat down next to him as his partner. Eddie looked over to you with a small pout on his face, he shrugged like he had no idea she would come over to partner up with him.

You slumped back into your seat hearing, " hey cutie" you felt like vomiting in your mouth as Patrick sat down next to you. " What topic are we going to work on?" his face appeared with a smile while you look back at your boyfriend seeing the unhappy look on his face.

It was going to be a long week.

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The locker room door slam shut as a pair of hush voices were heard as you changed into your gym uniform.

" Did you see him today? He was yelling on top of the tables, being loud and something in me struck. It makes me feel something for him" you heard the voice of Stephanie, the other cheerleader.

" Really? You too? He's quite adorable , isn't he?" you heard Chrissy's voice giggling.

" Are you going to ask him out?" Chrissy shut her locker and she shrugged. " You should! You two would look so cute together" Stephanie gushed. Both of them rounded the corner where you stood hiding your face in the locker as you listened.

" Oh it's you" Stephanie scoffed as she stopped putting her arms across her chest scoffing at the sight of you. Chrissy nudged her to stop it and mumbled, " be nice."

" Hi Y/N, you look cute today" you glanced down at your gym uniform and raised your eyebrow. " Uh, thank you" she giggled. " Before, silly. The outfit in the morning" you nodded.

" Clearly the freak doesn't understand standard English" Stephanie snorted. " You are such a loser, I swear" she laughed. " Come on Chrissy, we have to get going otherwise we will freak out the freak with ore big words for her dumb brain"

Chrissy shoots you a sympathetic look as she passes you. You nod throwing her a thin smile as you shut your locker following her out to the gym.

You spot your boyfriend sitting on top of the bleachers with his notebook out scribbling something on it. His head shot up every time he heard the door shut and he rose his hand to wave at you but Stephanie who was behind you, thought he was waving at her. She waved back to him and his eyebrows knitted in confusion as he looked around.

You didn't waved back and it made Eddie more confused on what was going.

" Ladies! Let's go, we don't have all day. Munson, what are you doing? Don't you have class?" the teacher asked as he blew his whistle.

" Nope, free period!" he shouted. The teacher grumbled underneath his breath as he blew the whistle again. Eddie winced as he sat back down watching as you started to play volleyball in the corner. He clapped his hands to cheer you on when the other girls thought he was clapping for them.

You took notice, sighing to yourself not noticing the ball heading your way as it bounced off your head. The rest of the girls laughed while you hugged yourself. Eddie frowned wishing he would run down there and hold you but he sat back down, biting on his nails.

He would check on you later.

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You scrambled into the passenger seat of Eddie's van and closed the door as you slumped into the seat. Today was a long day and you couldn't wait to get home.

" You alright, sweets?" he asks, tapping the steering wheel while he looks at you. His face softens when you blew out a piece of hair that fallen in front of your eyes and leans over to brush it away, behind your ear. The action makes your heart melt but you were over with today.

" Long day" you shrugged.

" I saw what happened at gym today" you groaned turning to look out the window. " It's nothing, I'm fine" he shook his head in disagreement.

" You know those girls have nothing on you. You're way prettier than they are and they are jealous of how wonderful you are" you snorted turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

" Have you looked at me, Eds?" you motioned to yourself. " I'm some freak show" you mumbled. But he heard it as he unbuckled himself and reached over that he leaned over to you.

" Look at me, sweetheart" you turned your head to meet his brown eyes that you adore so much. " You're breath taking, every time I look at you. Every single time. I'm loss at words. You are absolutely the sweetest, most caring, most amazing, most funniest girl I have ever met and you know what the best part is?"

" What?"

" You're mine" a giggle escapes from you with your cheeks beeting red. " Yours, all yours" he leans over to peck your lips before he sits back down in the driver side.

" Let's get you home, sweets"

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Eddie was too busy trying to focus on the test he was suppose to fill out but he's only gotten the first answer down and has a few more to go. He hadn't noticed the small chatter going around in class as the tip of his tongue peeked out on how focused he was.

Stephanie and Chrissy had noticed his expression on his face thinking it's the cutest thing ever.

A note falls on top of his test paper. His head shots up with his eyebrows knitted together wondering who would drop a note to him. It was addressed to him as the name on it was clearly his and it said open.

Stephanie giggles catching his eyes as her head snaps back at her paper. What did she want?

He reaches out to open the piece of paper that was in the way of his test and opens to see, " Would you go on a date with me?" his eye are wide as saucers rereading the question. He looked over at Stephanie to see her chewing on the back of her pen as she looked at him.

She motioned towards the paper with a wink.

Eddie didn't even answer the question as he brushed it away from his desk. It landed on the floor with Stephanie frowning. Did he not like her?

Eddie went back to his test as he focused on. He wanted to make you proud and walk the stage with you. He would worry about Stephanie later if needed.

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Stephanie catches Eddie in the hallway as he is standing by his locker waiting for you to get out of class. You always headed towards his locker after your class was over to meet him there.

" Hey Eddie" Stephanie held onto her book against her chest while the other brushed behind her ear as she shyly looked at him.

" Hi Stephanie" he looked really bored leaning against the locker with his arms across his chest. She bite down her bottom lip, moving her legs side to side across the floor.

" I saw you didn't answer my note and I really like you and thought you would want to go out sometimes?" you stood around the corner leaning against the locker feeling the tears begging to run down your cheeks over hearing Eddie and Stephanie talking.

This was it. Eddie was going to dump you for her. Stephanie was way prettier, and she was a cheerleader. Just like how Eddie likes. You weren't a cheerleader. You weren't even close. You didn't want to hear anything anymore as you ran down the hall with your back pack on your back and out the doors of the school.

" No, I have a girlfriend and she's the only one I want" Stephanie frowns tilting her head to the side.

" I never see you with her, does she go to school here?" He nods.

" She's really shy, but she's really the best person I know and she's my person" Stephanie huffs.

" Your loss, Munson" he rolls his eyes.

" Don't think it's my loss, Stephanie. You look better off with someone like you" before she had a chance to ask what he meant, he stormed off to look for you. Class was over by now and you were no where in sight. He rounds the corner to see the halls are empty and makes his way out the door.

Did you leave already? Did you see Stephanie with him? Where you upset?"

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A whole week went by and Eddie has been trying his hardest to talk to you and see you. But you were ignoring him, dodging him in the halls and not showing up at the cafeteria. He waited by your house for you to only have your mother tell him that you weren't home or you didn't feel too good. He knows your home seeing the lights in your room with the curtain shut.

Why didn't you want to talk to him or see him?

In class that you two had, he tried changing partners that he could talk to you and find out what's going on. Dustin stopped by to check on you letting you know that Eddie was worried. You sent Dustin back to tell Eddie it's nothing.

Eddie has been cooped up in his room laying on his back as he stared at the celling staring hard and thinking on what he had done wrong. Not a single thing he thought of that might caused you to act like he didn't exist. It hurt him so much.

He woke up early the next morning, grabbing his keys as he headed towards the van to drive by your house to pick you up to only find out that you went to school early on your bike.

" God dammit" he slapped the steering wheel in anger. He had enough of being ignored from you. He had to talk to you. He had to hold you. Enough was enough.

He found you sitting in the library before classes even start, your head in a book. The chair opposite you scraped on the floor causing your head to shoot up to stare at your boyfriend. Panic began to rise as you slammed the book shut and stood up from your chair, ready to run out.

But Eddie was faster as he pinned you with his body to one of the book shelves.

" Can't run from me, now. Can't you?" he asked. The hint of weed, cigarettes and pine hits your nose as he leaned closer. His brown doe eyes stare into your own pleading.

" No" you mumbled.

" I want to know why my girlfriend is ignoring me every chance she gets. Did I do something wrong?" you shook your head feeling your eyes sting with tears. He frown seeing you ready to cry in front of him.

" What is it sweets? Has someone hurt you?" you shook your head.

" Is it me?" you shook your head. He sighs, stepping back and running a hand down his face. " Can you talk to me? I miss you, baby" he is pouting and his own eyes sting with tears. " Please" he pleads.

You look down playing with the edge of your shirt, the small string there that has been there for a while. It was more interesting at the moment than looking at your boyfriend.

" Sweetheart?" two fingers lifted up your chin as you looked into the eyes you love.

" I heard Stephanie ask you out" his head tilted to the side letting you know that he's listening to you. " She always talks about you with Chrissy, how cute you are. How adorable you are. How your this and that" Eddie nodded as he understood what you were saying.

" But did you hear the part where I told Stephanie that I have a girlfriend and I don't want anyone else?" you shook your head.

Eddie cups your face with both his hands leaning his forehead against yours.

" I don't want any girl, I want you sweets. I don't want any cheerleader, I want you. No Stephanie or Chrissy. You. Sweetheart, you are my person and you mean so much to me" his thumb brush over your cheeks, brushing away the tear that has fallen down your cheek.

" I love you so much, Eddie" your hands wrap around his wrist as you sniffle.

" None of that crying, sweetheart. I love you too, you know I do. Always will" you nod against his forehead, smiling as he leans in to kiss you softly.

He pulls away with an idea, " How about you walk the halls with me, with my arms around you and we kiss in the hallway? I want to show them that your mine, Stephanie too. She will never see it coming."

" We can, but you know I'm shy and-" he shook his head putting a finger to your lips. " You're my shy girl, and I wouldn't change a thing about you."

" Okay, we can do it" his face beams with happiness. When the school fills up with students, Eddie walks down the hall with you hand in hand before he wraps an arm around your neck and bringing you close to kiss your forehead.

" Freak with the freak?" Stephanie gasps as her mouth drops open. " That's his girlfriend?" Chrissy was happy to see you with Eddie even though she had her own little crush on him.

She rolled her eyes at Stephanie who stomped her foot.

You didn't care as Eddie cupped your face with both his hands, a smile own his face and leaned in. His lips met yours in one of the most softest kisses you have ever had with him.

You smirked into the kiss hearing Stephanie scream in anger that she didn't have her way.

Eddie was yours and only yours.

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Birdsongs

Chapter 6

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Summary: The Life Pilgrimage is the biggest music festival of the century, set to take place all across the continent. Small-time rock band, GIST, and the up-and-coming alternative band, Empire, are both lucky to be among the hundreds set to make appearances, but there's just one problem. Neither can afford the travel expenses on their own. For better or worse, they're stuck with each other for the next five weeks as they try to make their dreams come true.

And, perhaps, among the chaos and music, two unsuspecting souls find one another...

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic), Jimmy & Scott (platonic)

Warnings: Alcohol, drugs, peer pressure, mild homophobia, bar fight, life crisis, anxiety, dancing

It was just after seven that they all walked down to The Mineshaft Pub, the favoured locale for dancing according to a woman in town. The decor was western, with the walls covered in historical pictures of the old miners that used to frequent it. Not the place to find anything fancier than a rum and coke.

It was surprisingly packed for a week night, though half the patrons were vaguely familiar. The second they entered the bar there was a shout in their direction, and Scott’s face lit up. A large woman pushed through the crowd, a lanky man on her tail, in neon everything like they expected a rave rather than Tim McGraw. “Scott, dear! You made it!”

“Cleo! Joe! I thought we were ahead of you.” He laughed, happily accepting a hug which quickly continued on to Pearl. Scott vaguely turned to the rest of them. “This is my band. Lizzie, Joel, Jimmy, this is Cleo and Joe from HHH.”

“And those are my guys,” Pearl threw her thumb over her shoulder to the rest, “Gem, Impulse, Skizz, and Tango.”

“A Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Joe bowed like he was in a medieval court, which contrasted greatly with his thick southern accent. Gem giggled. “I didn’t happen to catch your bands playing a the last venue, but I hope fate is kinder to us at the next.”

“I think I heard a bit of you guys!” Intruded Skizz, pushing past Scott in his excitement. “You guys have crazy range, real interesting mix of folk and disco you got going! Especially with your poetry.”

It sounded like a horrendous mash-up to Jimmy, not even able to picture how it came together in his mind. Until he heard it himself, he’d just have to trust the event organizers’ tastes. The three groups exchanged a few more pleasantries, Scott and Pearl slowly drifting to Cleo’s side. Then, both were being beckoned away with promise of free food and dancing. “Watch your drinking, Jim. You know how you get.” Scott called before they disappeared into the crowd.

Jimmy huffed. Well, that was two less people to pay for, at least. Fwhip shrugged, and waved down a waitress as they found a pair of tables, “We’ll see them later. For now, lets get some wings and beer.”

“I think I’ll just have a coke.” Jimmy murmured while he slipped his guitar onto the back of his chair. He read through the tiny menu, only for it to be snatched away from him. “Hey!”

“Nuh-uh. C’mon, Jim, you’re a big boy now. We ain’t smokin’, it’s just a drink.” His manager insisted, ordering full pitchers of whatever beer was on tap for the whole table immediately along with the wings platter. “Joel can be our good little sober boy today.”

The man’s head shot up off the table immediately, “Uh, excuse me? I need at least two mugs of pisswater before I’m touching that dance floor, and Lizzie isn’t gonna let me not dance.”

“It’s fine, Fwhip, really.” Jimmy tried to insist. Some of GIST were looking at their table with concern. Tango’s brow knit behind his bright red sunglasses. He could feel his ears get hot, shrinking in on himself. “I’d rather do it then risk no one.”

Fwhip wasn’t going to take no for an answer, though. Not tonight. “You’re only saying that cause you’re still embarrassed about how you acted at Sausage Fest after downing those seven mojitos.” He teased, and god were those memories Jimmy would rather forget.

A mug slammed down in front of him, and the biggest pitcher Jimmy had ever seen saddled up beside it, Fwhip’s shit-eating grin distorted through the ruddy liquid. Jimmy glared right back, but eventually he gave in. If only to stop a scene. “Just one glass.”

“Hell yeah!” Fwhip cheered, stealing the pitcher away to fill all their glasses before holding his own up in cheer. “Grown ups table only today, men- and lady,” He winked at Lizzie, who stuck her tongue out. “Here’s to that amazing performance, and all the amazing performances to come!” Their glasses clinked, separating for Joel and Fwhip to almost instantly chug half their glasses. Lizzie took a much more modest sip. Jimmy swirled the glass for a moment, bringing it to his lips when Fwhip and Joel put their glasses down. He’s not sure he got more than a taste of the foam, but he pulled the same sour face the rest of his band did.

“I didn’t mean literal pisswater, jeez.” Joel coughed, but took another swig anyways. It certainly smelled bad enough to be true. There was probably nothing fruity on the menu to mask the alcohol in a bar like this.

Skizz held up his glass, shouting over almost the whole bar, “That’s the taste of freedom, my friend!”

“From what? Regulation?” Tango snickered.

“From modernity! Civility! Authority!”

Gem rolled her eyes. “Sooo, yes.”

“Hey! This is a sacred place of debauchery and hedonism! Feast upon the grapes of whatever and dance till the sun rises upon us! Let us make our great father Dionysus proud!”

Both tables clapped, GIST shaking their head in amusement. Wings soon arrived, though, and they all dug in. Jimmy nursed his drink at a snail’s pace, hoping Fwhip would simply think he was hungrier than he was thirsty. It got a bit more difficult when Lizzie dragged Joel to the dance floor when a song she like came on, dinner be damned.

There was a few minutes when a man, another band’s manager apparently, passed by, and Fwhip spun around to chatter with the man. Someone tapped on his shoulder at that moment. Jimmy spun around to see Tango holding out his mug, near empty except the foam slowly sliding to pool at the bottom. It took him a moment before he realized what was happening, and grabbed his own mug. The transfer was far from smooth, slopping onto the floor a bit. When Jimmy’s mug was mostly empty Tango pulled it back with a mischievous grin and a wink before bringing the mug up to his own lips. Jimmy returned it with the same smile and turned back to his table. Behind him, he heard Tango wretch. He tried not to laugh.

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It was a little over an hour into the night. Most tables were cleared of real food, replaced with glasses of various substances, and the air had become thick despite the no smoking signs. Tango was having a lovely time shouting with his friends when one song ended and a mic came on. Gem shrieked with glee, “Oh my god, guys! Come one, come on!” She dragged Impulse out of his chair, abandoning their table for the dance floor while one of the bar tenders tried to get the place pumped up for a line dance.

They nearly crashed into Scott and Pearl, who were already rosy-cheeked and giggling nonstop alongside Cleo. The three were linked hand-in-hand, pushing to the front of the group at Pearl’s insistence. It’d been a while since Tango had seen her let go and have fun. Not that she wasn’t always a joy, but... Well. Tango was still convinced waking up at five am to work for a band that had never once taken the gig seriously was crazy people actions.

He knew in the grand scheme of things it was for her career. GIST was her first foray into management and they weren’t going to be around much longer. Pearl was destined to move on to bigger and brighter bands, and he had all the confidence in the world she would with how brilliant and hard working she was. He just wished she took the chance to let loose while she still could. And the fact Scott and this Cleo person were able to get her to was enough to put them in Tango’s good books.

Joel and Lizzie were at the far end where they were previously dancing alone, and Fwhip dragged Jimmy into line right behind GIST despite his protests of leaving his guitar alone. The bar tender was up on a small stage, and began demonstrating the moves. Half of them hadn’t realized they were starting already, causing gem and Skizz to smack into the other two. Eventually after many bumps and giggles the whole crowd was on the same page doing the cupid shuffle. Skizz was the first to wrap his arms around Tango and Gem’s shoulders, until all four were linked, at least until they were asked to turn. It switched up to the cha cha slide, at which point Tango lost all coordination, much to his band’s amusement and their neighbour’s bemusement.

By the end they were all cheering and out of breath, Impulse being the first to retreat back to their table, Fwhip not far behind. Skizz swept Gem back over to the dance floor where Lizzie was happily dragging around Joel. Cleo, Pearl, and Scott tried to navigate into the crowd but nearly fell into a cackling heap with how drunk they’d gotten, and chose to bow out for the time being. Tango was in the middle of contemplating whether to do the same when a bright eyed face invaded his vision.

“You’re not throwing in the towel already are you?” He said with amusement.

It was almost wrong, to see Jimmy sans guitar on his back. His face was flush, not drunk on alcohol but some sort of adrenaline. His hair had fallen out of how he’d had it styled, sticking slightly to his forehead and up where a hand had been run through it. The sweetest smile stretched across his face, a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. There was a stain on his cream button up, presumably from the hot wings, which Tango desperately wanted to point out just to say something instead of staring like a brainless goldfish. Before he could have the chance to say anything he was being pulled over to the centre of the dance floor.

“You know how to dance without instructions, I hope.” Jimmy laughed as they came to a halt.

Tango crashed right into him. Taking a moment for his brain to restart he put on the cockiest grin he could muster and confidently informed the men, “Pssh, I’ll have you know I’m an expert.”

“Oh yeah?” They’d began to sway with the crowd, nothing specific.

“In fact I’ve take a whole half a dance class before.” He did an awkward exaggerated jig for emphasis, which got a laugh.

“Oh, please tell me it was-”

“The tango? How’d you know?”

Jimmy cackle-cheered so hard he had to stop dancing for a moment to recover. When he calmed he reached out for Tango’s hands and they turned with the rest of the crowd, finally adding a few little cowboy steps to their swaying.

In truth, the sum total of Tango’s former dance experience mostly involved swaying cross-legged in the mud high out of his mind, headbanging in in a pit, and the macarena at a wedding. That hardly mattered now, especially when Jimmy just as uncoordinated. Whatever dance they were doing involved at lease one person’s foot on the others with each step and a lot of giggling. Tango was beginning to wonder if Jimmy had slipped away to grab his own drink at some point or inhaled a bit too much of the smoke, but his eyes were too focused for that. No, he really was just absolutely delighted to be moving around in the crowd, singing suspiciously well alongside Shania Twain. It was absolutely...

Well, Tango tried not to think too hard about what it was. Especially not when his gaze momentarily slipped away to avoid going blind and instead landed on Lizzie, who was giving him a knowing look. He couldn’t tell what emotion it was on her face, only able to presume she was still mad at him. A suggestion was on the tip of his tongue as the last stomping beat of Any Man of Mine played. Out of guilt or nerves. But he felt Jimmy back away with another airy sort of sound and he was dragged back in. He beamed, “Wanna go sit and grab a drink?”

They wound up at the bar rather than with their friends, where Jimmy could order a coke in peace while Tango could grab a nice whisky instead of more Molson. Jimmy was still giddy, his heel bouncing on the stool as he smiled down into his drink. He glanced over, though, to Tango’s glass. “Can I try?”

Tango slid it over, “S’bout as good as reasonably priced whisky gets.”

Jimmy rolled it a bit, took a sniff, then a sip. His nose wrinkled a bit before he passed it back. “Yeah think I’ll stick with mine.”

“Not for everyone.” Tango concedes.

“I just don’t like the taste much, or the feeling.” He brushes his chest, chewing on his lip and side eyeing Tango. “Just not...”

Ah. He shrugged, trying to act as casual as possible. “You don’t have to explain yourself, partner.”

“No, I guess I don’t. Not to you.” Jimmy smiled, then took a sip of his coke.

“So, you like to dance?” Tango said, approximately as smooth as a cactus made of sandpaper covered in barnacles.

Jimmy by some miracle didn’t notice, and lit up once more as he went on a tale of childhood fairs and forced square dancing lessons and learning that dancing could actually be fun after years of spiteful refusal to ever perform again. It devolved into another story, and another. The bar tender was happy to slip yet another glass in front of Tango after each one.

Their chatter was only interrupted by Joel, who practically screeched across the bar from the stage, calling for his ‘babe’ which was apparently not Lizzie. Jimmy laughed and screeched back, back to full energy, and darted away back to his table to grab his guitar. They quickly took over the bar’s attention as they both began wailing away with the song, Jimmy strumming scratchy notes on his guitar. Some shouted, some cheered. Tango watched with great amusement, entirely missing when the seat next to him became reoccupied.

“Having fun?”

Tango’s head spun around. Lizzie was staring into Jimmy’s empty glass. He cleared his throat and swivelled back around. “Think so. You?”

“Of course.”

An awkward silence befell them, a not very silent one given the screaming and music and thudding and clinking. It all sounded like a distant whisper right now.

Lizzie huffed, and looked up, “Look, Tango. I’m not sorry about earlier.”

“Oookay.” He quirked an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought she was, but it seemed rude to come and say to his face.

“I’m not.” She insisted looking frustrated. “But I guess I can’t exactly tell you to not speak to my brother when he’s the one speaking to you. So, I’ve decided to call truce.”

“Thanks? I think.”

The silence was back. Lizzie chose to ignore it this time, flagging down the bar tender to get her own drink. Tango continued to sip his own.

He cleared his throat. “I liked your set.” Wow, way to go. Might as well call myself a climate-denyer with all this ice I’m not breaking.

That of all things got her undivided and startled attention. “Really?”

“I mean, yeah. You guys got some serious talent. I don’t think I saw anyone with as much range.”

“Well, I’m glad.” She said, stuck between wanting to be mad and soaking in the praise. “I’ve been working for this almost my whole life, you know. Since I was eight.”

Tango whistled, genuinely impressed. “Ain’t that the sorta dedication and ambition we all wished we had. Definitely shows. You’ll have to show me how you did that one bit in... What was it called? The one that was all-” He squinted in frustration, drawing shapes in the air to hopelessly illustrate his point.

Lizzie blinked, then clapped happily, “Oh! Destiny?” She beamed, and that was the first time Tango had been sure she and Jimmy were siblings. “Yes, well, it only really works with my keyboard specifically...” She descended into a rant, explaining what she had done with modes and foot pedals, completely forgetting to actually tell Tango what model she used in the first place. He could ask later. For now he nodded along, making mental notes. Now and then he asked questions, the conversation on the brink but never quite fully petering out to chase away the awkward silence. Tango wasn’t even sure it would still be there if it ended, but he much preferred happy Lizzie elaborating on how she played the keyboard over grumpy Lizzie ready to punch him in the throat.

Jimmy’s voice carried over the crowd, who roared to life as he started singing along with Dolly Parton. Tango took the briefest moment to watch, smiling to himself.

“Suppose...” Lizzie began, the words dying momentarily before she took in a new breath. “Suppose I was wrong.”

“About?” Tango tilted his head in confusion.

“Someone Jimmy met.” Her gaze was permanently fixed on her drink, obscuring whatever complicated emotions were passing over her face. “Suppose I was distracted with my own relationships and dreams. Suppose I was bias cause I knew them, and too young and stupid to notice it just wasn’t right for him until I had to forever hold my peace.” Fingers tightened around her glass. Tango worried it might shatter. “Suppose afterwards I had to help him unpack everything I helped him pack up before. Comforted him when he cried then go comfort the person who made him cry when they cried too, and couldn’t tell which was wrong, if either was. Suppose even after it was over it still wasn’t, and I couldn’t stop thinking it was for my sake it wasn’t.”

Her eyes were glossy when she timidly looked back up, threatening her perfectly done eyeliner. “Is there something wrong with trying to protect him from something like that happening again?”

And Tango couldn’t say no. He knew what it was like to be on both sides half a dozen times over. Maybe not the exact scenario she was alluding to, but ones similar enough. Hesitantly he reached out, and when she only shrugged he place his hands gently on her shoulder, giving her a comforting rub. “I think the only person who can answer that for you, is Jimmy.”

“And what am I supposed to do if he doesn’t want help?”

“I dunno, be there for him in other ways? You’re both adults, you’ll figure it out.” He snorted, his own bittersweet memories playing out in the back of his mind. Mostly of himself. “Some people just need to make their own mistakes to learn, even if you can tell them exactly what will happen if they do. It’s a lot better than feeling like you aren’t allowed to make mistakes at all, I can tell you that.”

“He’d make so many.” Her laugh was humourless. “And don’t think I don’t know what you stand to gain from this.”

Did he? Tango glanced over his shoulder to where Jimmy was, laughing and leaning over Joel as they belted along with the song. The guitarist paused, their eyes meeting, and an enormous grin stretched across his face as he waved to Tango. Tango waved back and turned away. He supposed he did. Was he just being biased? He hoped not. It was hard to think clearly through the buzz. “Well, you could always just beat the crap outta me. He can’t do much about that, can he?”

 That got a real laugh, so he turned back to her. Her eyes were still wet, but there was determination there now. “Don’t think I won’t!”

“I ain’t gonna defend myself!” He threw up his hands in concession. “Seriously, though. Jimmy never has nothin’ but good things to say about you. I think he really admires you, y’know? Just my two cents. You should just talk to him yourself, can’t imagine he’ll be rude about it.”

“He wouldn’t.” She agreed, shaking her head. “It’s just hard to have some conversations with younger siblings. Hard to see them as grown up when it feels like they were shoving crayons up their nose just yesterday.”

That was where Tango’s expertise ended, as an only child, so he shrugged. “When I was a kid we just ate them.”

“Oh, that was Joel’s thing. I was the smart one, you see. The only one who knew to draw with them.” She turned up her nose, dramatically sweeping her bubblegum pink locks back.

“... Sooo, on the walls?”

“It was a big canvas!”

Their conversation was cut short by a crash and commotion in the crowd. It didn’t take much else than spotting the mop of teal poking a few inches above the rest of the crowd to send both racing over.

There was a shit-faced cowboy, oddly familiar but Tango wasn’t sure from where, in a soaked flannel, flanked by two similarly dressed friends. In front of him stood Scott stuck somewhere between ‘ready to fall over and puke’ and somehow still high and mighty sass. There was an upside down cup in his hand, barely held there by three fingers. Tango didn’t need to see the pool of ice on the floor to put the pieces together. Especially not with Pearl huddled behind him in Cleo’s arms as she too glared daggers into the strangers.

The rest of their group quickly showed up, Jimmy and Joel shoving their way through the opposite side of the forming circle while the rest appeared beside Tango and Lizzie. Gem’s eyes narrowed as she snarled, “It’s that creep!” It took all of them to hold her back from marching into the conflict.

A fist wrapped around the front of Scott’s shirt and dragged him down to eye level with the cowboy, “The fuck’s your problem?” He snapped. Behind him his buddies jeered.

It took Scott’s alcohol addled mind a visible moment to register what just happened. His nose wrinkled, turning his face away. “Not my fault you can’t take a hint. Or a shower.”

There was a chorus of laughs, mostly from his own bandmates and Gem. All except Lizzie, who was giving Jimmy and Joel a nervous frown. The two weren’t paying attention, looking far too amused by Scott’s antics. Joel whispered something into Jimmy’s ear and Tango could only guess it was another one of their bets.

The cowboy spluttered, entire face red at this point, and shoved Scott back. His glass crashed to the ground. “Ain’t none of your business sniffing me, fairy boy!”

Scott’s eyebrows went up. Behind him, Pearl tried to whisper something to him, but it went ignored. Then he laughed, throwing his hip dramatically and leaning in. “Flattery won’t get you on this dick, princess.”

Then his fist connected with the stranger’s jaw.

“Jesus Christ, Scott!” Pearl shrieked, her and Cleo dragging him back as the cowboy went down.

Completely chaos broke loose. Gem ran free with a battle cry and launched herself onto the back of one of the cowboys just before he swung for Scott, her brother not far behind. Others broke through the crowd, friends or just rowdy patrons. It took Scott only a moment to get back into the fight, Jimmy and Joel cheering the three on. Joe jumped up on the bar with the mic, attempting to implore the crowd to calm down, but someone snatched his ankle and he quickly went down. Skizz shouted, though it was so incoherent Tango wasn’t sure if it was for peace or war. A plate smashed against a post. Both Tango and Lizzie shrieked as they ducked behind Impulse.

“Oh- those-” Lizzie blabbered while the three backed out of the main conflict. Her eyes suddenly went wide. “Jimmy, Joel! No!”

Tango turned just in time to watch the blond slam his guitar case into a guy who’d latched onto Gem’s pigtails. It was swiftly retaliated with a kick to his gut. He dominoed into a small crowd, from which Joel slipped passed and decked the offending cowboy in Jimmy’s stead.

People began pouring out of the bar, some fleeing and others fighting. “You two grab your boys before they get their teeth knocked in.” Impulse directed. “I’ll find Pearl and we’ll grab the rest when it’s safe.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Tango cleared a path behind the main brawl, Lizzie close on his tail. By the time they reached Jimmy and Joel they sported matching dark bruises on their cheeks, and there was blood dripping from Jimmy’s nose. That’d been enough to get them to bow out, but not to back off as they egged on their bandmates. Lizzie wasn’t having any off it, grabbing the strap of Jimmy’s guitar and the scruff of Joel’s shirt. Tango squeaked as Jimmy was practically tossed into his arms. “Let’s go!” She shouted.

All four stumbled out into the cool night air. They didn’t stop moving, not until they were halfway down the street and wheezing. “Oh my gosh!” Jimmy gasped for his life while Joel doubled over beside him. There was still adrenaline pumping wildly through Tango’s whole body, giving him the shakes.

Lizzie took just a moment to lean against a stop sign before her face twisted with rage and marched over to the two, shoving her finger into each’s chest. “What’d the matter with you two?” She screeched. “You could have gotten killed or arrested or- or- Gyahh!”

“Never been to jail.” Jimmy mused, which was the wrong answer. Despite Lizzie berating, the two devolved into giggles and bolted on ahead towards the campsite.

Lizzie was absolutely furious, read to chase after them if not for Tango’s hand on her shoulder. “Let ‘em run it off, Jimmy’ll make sure they don’t get far.” He assured. Jimmy may be high on the excitement of it all, but he was still sober. Just as he thought so the man in question nearly face-planted into the gravel road, saved only by his guitar case hitting it first. Joel paused to laugh at him before dragging him back to his feet and running once more.

“you see what I deal with?” She said, shrill and throwing her hands out towards her husband and brother, before they flopped to her sides. Tango couldn’t hold back a small giggle. “Well at least they weren’t stupid enough to throw the first punch.”

 They jumped at the sudden tone of Tango’s blackberry going off. It took the man a moment fiddling in his jeans’ pockets to find the thing, then nearly dropped it. A small reminder of his own numerous drinks that night. “Hello?” He answered. Lizzie leaned in.

“Tango! Are you guys okay?” Pearl’s frantic voice shouted over the sounds of a crowd. “We can’t see you, Impulse said-”

“We’re fine, Pearlie-pop, don’t worry.” Tango hastily assured, double checking that the other two hadn’t passed out on the road ahead or something. “Got out of there, heading back to the campsite right now.”

“Oh, thank god. Listen, everyone here’s mostly okay, but I think Scott, Joe, and Fwhip need a couple stitches. So Impulse is gonna bring Gem and Skizz back and steal the van from you to take us to the hospital.”

He nodded, smiling at Lizzie who visibly deflated with relief. “Roger dodger, boss-lady. We’ll get everyone tucked into bed, don’t you worry.”

The walk back was quiet, only a few bats and an owl filling the crisp night air. Tango had to pull out the flashlight on his keychain as they turned down the dirt path that took them directly to their end of the campsite. Despite their earlier stress they couldn’t help giggle as they found Joel passed out against the running kitchen sink, a sticky note stuck to his sleeping face telling them Jimmy went to see if the store was still open. Tango wished he stayed long enough for someone else to check out his nose, but he was ready to crash.

“Do you mind-?” Lizzie began, practically collapsing onto her bed after she dragged Joel over.

Tango smiled, “You go to sleep, I’ll wait for everyone.”

She nodded, that being all she needed to roll over and get comfy. There was a brief moment, in which Tango nearly left before she called out, “Tango?”

“Hm?” He leaned back inside.

There was a strained smile on her face, “I am sorry about earlier.”

He let out an airy noise, and waved her off. “Don’t be, I was an ass. Wish I had a big sister like you. He’s lucky.”

“I don’t think anyone would accuse Jimmy of being lucky. But thank you. It means a lot.”

“You just worry about getting some sleep for Hangover Road Trip Electric Boogaloo tomorrow.”

There was a groan of realization, which finally got her to nod and roll over.

Tango closed the door as quietly as possible, and sat down on the steps to wait. He hadn’t realized how out of it he was, not until there was some sort of strange sound that knocked him back into the world of the waking. When had he even nodded off in the first place? There was the sound once more, though. Tango stood up, eyebrow and flashlight raised. “Hello?”

There was a rustle from the other side of the trailer, and a screech. Jimmy’s head popped out from between the bushes they were pushed up against. He had leaves stuck in his hair, and the buse on his cheek had become yellow and purple. Another was forming on his chin along with a half dozen on his arms. But the blood from his nose was wiped away or dried and it didn’t seem to be broken. “Um, hi.”

“Jim? What are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing!” He squeaked, and stumbled out. The top of his case smacked against the back of his head, getting a wince from Tango. “Just got- got lost in the dark. The store was closed.”

“Closes at dinner time.” Tango pointed out.

Jimmy’s face went red, looking away. “Yeah... Sorry.” He eyed the trailer warily. “Is she mad?”

“Don’t think so.” Both moved to the picnic table. For once Tango thought he must look more tired than Jimmy. Something had torn open one of their chip bags while they were gone, the crumbs strewn about. Jimmy paused to wipe out towards the bushes, then plopped down with his arms slung over his guitar case.

“Do you wanna set up the tent?”

“Mmm, too much work now.” Tango would much prefer the air mattress to the table, but he was drunk and it was almost midnight.

There was a moment where Jimmy leaned back, puttering a three note beat against his case. “She yell at you? She said she was gonna go yell at you.”

A noise escaped Tango, too much of a reaction to deny it.

“Sorry for whatever she said. She likes playing big sister, all brave and smart. Forgets she fell from the same tree.”

“Nah, I ran my stupid mouth, I probably deserved it.” Tango shook his head, also leaning back.

There was a shift, and Tango felt the guitar bump his hand. “You know I was hanging out with Skizz today.”

“Yeah?”

“Made me think.” He hummed, not continuing until Tango nudged him back. “I know why we’re here. To make Lizzie and Scott famous. But... I don’t know why you guys are here.”

Tango blinked. He turned to look at the other man, who’s face darkened as he realized what he said. “Not like- I mean- Not that you don’t deserve it or anything-”

“No, I get what you mean.” He snorted, a bit lost in memories. Old ones from when they first met in college, new ones of Zed leaving and the girls joining. Promises they made to Pearl as they worked up professional contracts for the first time in their so-called career and sombre conversations between just him, Impulse and Skizz.

“You can’t say this to Gem.” Is all he asked, tone a bit desperate. Jimmy made a small noise, an agreement. Tango sighed. “Truth is, this is probably our last gig.”

Jimmy didn’t seem surprised.

“Dunno what we’re gonna do after this. Maybe we’ll make one last album, maybe we’ll leave how it is. Depends on how we feel I guess. Been living our whole lives doing this first and everything second. And not that I ain’t thankful for every minute of it, but, y’know. We ain’t rockstars. Got bills to pay and jobs to start taking seriously. Impy and Skizz do, at least. And if I can’t play with them I ain’t sure I wanna.”

He shifted his position, pulling his legs up to chest to rest his chin on them. “Honestly, we were thinking about it a few years back, after Zed left for his career. Then we met Gem, though, and- well, you met her. Shines like the sun. Something about her. She’s gonna be a star, we all knew it.” A smile sneaked onto his face, remembering the first time they heard her sing. “Never had big dreams like you guys, but we loved what we did and she loved playing with us. It was different, but it was like the good old days where it mattered. But life’s been catching up. I guess we just wanted to do one last big show together, something to remember. Y’know?”

It seemed like Jimmy did. At least, that’s what Tango hoped his sleepy smile meant.

Tango relaxed himself running a hand down his face to try and keep himself awake until their bandmates got back. “Told Pearl already, back when we signed her on. Don’t expect this too last too long. But we’re still trying to find a way to break it to Gem. Think she suspects it, but it’s still hard.”

“What about you?” Jimmy asked. Had he always been sitting that close, or had one of them scooched over in the breeze?

“Hm?”

“You said, Impulse and Skizz have plans. But what about you?”

There he was, a fish drowning in the sea. The question he’d not even realized he’d been avoiding. Imp and Skizz had full time jobs and family and homes, Gem and Pearl had their whole careers ahead of them, and he had- what? “That’s the question, ain’t it.” He murmured, suddenly feeling quite lost as he stared up at the night sky through the trees.

It wasn’t as though he’d taken their band any more serious than the rest of them, but somewhere along the way they’d all managed to build their own lives between the margins. Probably while he was passed out after playing roller coast tycoon all night or doing one of his other dozen going-nowhere hobbies.

A hesitant hand slipped onto his shoulder, massaging comfortingly. It brought Tango back down from wherever he was floating off to a lot easier than he’d ever like to admit. Jimmy didn’t bother to say anything. Not that he didn’t seem to want to. Nothing ever quite made it out until his mouth snapped back shut into a sympathetic smile. He didn’t have to. For once Tango thought he could understand. He really hoped it wouldn’t be the only time. It felt good.

Leaves ruffled and there was a loud, familiar whining. Both men stood up in time to watch Impulse drag Gem and Skizz under each arm into camp. “Almost there, guys.” He announced, shoulders falling as he spotted Tango and Jimmy.

They put the new pair to bed first against their whining and waved Impulse off. The little sleep demon in Tango’s mind screamed to finally get into bed. He heard Jimmy’s laugh when they both collapsed, creating a bounce back that shook the whole trailer and the pullout off the ground. “You’re makin’ breakfast, by the way.” Tango grumbled, already curling up against his cuddle buddy.

“Not fair!”

“Shh.”

Just as he drifted Tango heard a strange little whistle. Please birds, let me get at least a few hours of sleep, was his last thought as he drifted off.

#jimmy solidarity #tangotek #team rancher #rancher duo #solidaritek #trafficshipping #traffic series #hermitpires #mcyt #fanfiction #fanfic #modern au #hurt/comfort

[firstagent]

Since you enjoy questions ranking between seasons, here’s one:

Assume the concept of Digimon never existed. Rank the main cast of each season in order of how cohesive the friend group would be if they met under mundane circumstances (with 1 being the group that would still easily be a tight-knit group of friends and last place being the biggest dumpster fire)

Wavered over this a few times and realized how crucial it was to define the circumstances better. Even if they're mundane, everything changes depending on if they signed up for whatever brought them together (like a club), how long they were stuck together (like camp), and if they had to accomplish anything as a team (like a group assignment). In the end, we're going with the most mundane of the mundane scenarios, and guaranteed to get diverse groups of kids interacting... if 80s movies are any indicator:

Saturday Detention

Just the characters stuck alone in a library for eight hours. Other than pre-existing relationships and friendships, they have never met before. They have no obligation to meet after this. They're supposed to be silent and doing their own busywork, but lol no.

No weed. Probably.

Frontier- If any group could benefit from eight hours of group therapy *without* something trying to kill them every five minutes, it's these guys. Takuya's not going to keep his mouth shut for long, Junpei's going to try (and fail) to flirt with Izumi, and as irritated as Koji is with everyone's antics, everyone's going to open up fast when Koichi pipes in with "hey I think you're my brother." They'll get a lot accomplished and won't forget it afterwards.

Zero Two- Absolute madness for the first hour or so when Daisuke and Takeru get into some stupid argument that Hikari has to mediate. This will get Miyako joining in trying to get them to shut up, with Iori jumping in when he finally gets sick of it. That'll calm everyone down and get them to realize that the way Miyako interacts with Hikari and Daisuke makes her a perfect fit in their group, dragging in Iori by force. Despite sitting in the back trying not to get noticed, Ken will get roped into their antics before the end of the day, and Daisuke will insist on inviting him to all future hangouts.

Adventure: (2020)- Two key reasons this version finishes ahead of the '99 team: this Taichi and Yamato don't argue that much, and Taichi's going to insist on everyone getting involved in whatever stupidity they invent to pass the time. Some will protest. Not just Joe: Koshiro will be awkward about it and Mimi may consider their goofing off beneath her until she can't resist joining the fun. They're not baring their souls or anything, but everyone will enjoy the nonsense too much to want to give it up at the end of the day.

Adventure- There's a clear line of demarcation between Taichi/Hikari/Sora/Koshiro, Yamato/Takeru, Joe, and Mimi. With nothing pressing on them, the streams aren't going to cross as easily. They'll slowly turn around once Hikari and Takeru start playing and Joe or Sora grow receptive to Mimi insisting on socializing with them. Yamato or Sora might accidentally let something meaningful out to somebody and a few new individual bonds will certainly be forged, offering some hope that the entire group of eight becomes a fully fledged squad.

Tamers- What are they supposed to do in detention if they're not writing poignant goodbyes to their frazzled teacher? You'll definitely see Takato, Hirokazu, and Kenta properly welcome Juri into their group longterm, but the others might be more of a struggle. There won't be as much of an impetus to bring in Jianliang, and he'd be content to keep to himself while keeping his sister out of trouble. Ryo might be welcomed in if the boys don't fanboy too hard, and approaches will be made towards Ruki. It's hard to say she'd be too receptive from anyone other than Juri, who's already a bit of an outsider, so it's an awkward fit going forward.

Xros Wars- Taiki and Akari have a good bond. Yuu and Nene have a good bond. But at some point these two pairs will get snippy with each other and start co-mingling. They will barely tolerate Zenjirou, but he's attached to them whether they like it or not. Kiriha's a wild card, since Taiki's going to try to include him once the other five are established. He'll probably cave after a bit, and enough pestering might get him to reveal something deeper that makes them consider staying friends in the future. But without anything meaningful like that, they probably can only stand each other in small groups and limited doses.

Appmon- Haru is perfectly content ignoring everyone except Yuujin and his stack of books. Rei is perfectly content ignoring everyone period. Eri and Astra will attempt to strangle each other at least once in the first two hours. But you'd hope they'd settle down and at least have a conversation where they gain a begrudging respect for each other. And they're both so damn gregarious that they'd at least try to get to know the other kids in the room. Haru and Yuujin are receptive and pleasant to talk to, but not really interested in hanging out afterwards. Wildly, this team shoots up multiple spots if we let in Ai as her instant rapport with Haru, Yuujin, Eri, and Rei would create a lot of meaningful connections in a hurry.

Hunters- First instinct is to put them at the bottom since none of them even come to like each other even with a world-threatening event they need to work together to prevent. But similar to Frontier or 2020, some of them just won't shut up. Tagiru is already friends with Taiki and Yuu and will absolutely try to suss out Ryouma, Ren, and Airu. And since those three may not have known each other prior to the Hunt, it might actually work. Not becoming friends with Tagiru so much, but in coaxing them out of their shell so that they talk to the others. Ryouma and Taiki could absolutely have a conversation contentious enough that they both appreciate the candor. Yuu and Airu will still turn into Yuu and Airu. There's every reason to expect everyone to end the day counting the minutes until they never have to see each other again, but there are enough pockets of potential that they all may get together as an excuse to exploit those nuggets of interest even though they all kind of hate each other.

Savers- Touma's happy to keep to himself and Yoshino's going to feel like she's babysitting Masaru and Ikuto. Those two will be absolutely insufferable breaking every rule they can, and Touma getting annoyed and rising to Yoshino's aid could well lead to a proper fistfight. Once Yoshino doles out the icepacks, there's a glimmer of potential if they can calm down and talk through their baggage, but even if they can come to some sort of understanding and appreciation for each other, they're all very different people at different stages of their life and unlikely for it to be more than a fleeting moment.

Ghost Game- Bottom for Ghost Game? But they made a pretty cool team, I hear you say. But like Appmon, they were forced into it! And judging by how much their friends comment on how weird it is that they hang out, they're probably not doing so under normal circumstances. This scenario brings them together, with one problem: Kiyoshiro's going to be a stickler for the rules and insist that they keep to themselves. And Hiro's just going to go along with that because he's Hiro. Ruli of course will be incensed about not getting to socialize, but again Hiro's not inclined to rock the boat. As a consolation, this may be the most likely team to feature some closet action as she'd absolutely drag Hiro away from Kiyoshiro for a chance to talk. But even if they strike up some sort of manipulative friendship, Kiyo's not a part of any future plans.

Oh, and since I've been thinking about this since the 02 movie...

Honorable Mention: The Movie Triplets- Maybe not quite as potent without their partnership challenges, but try sticking Wallace, Meiko, and Lui in a room together. Lui's got an awful past, Meiko has a deep compassion for broken things, and Wallace can meet them both halfway... plus willingly starts conversations! Eight hours will forge these three into an incredible friend group... or the most uncomfortable three-sided love triangle. Or both. Probably both.

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon 02 #digimon tamers #digimon frontier #digimon savers #digimon xros wars #appmon #digimon ghost game

[slippinmickeys]

Three Part Harmony (17/?)

The rest of the story can be found here.

The date, Rhonda thought, had seemed like a good idea at the time. But now that she’d gone out with Jerry, he was more persistent than ever that she go out with him again. It made going in to work–where she knew he’d be waiting for her–even more nerve wracking than life in the last week and half already was.

She pulled into her normal parking spot next to the dumpster behind the diner and took a deep, cleansing breath. The dark sedan that had been her constant shadow was no longer tailing her so far as she could tell, and she had been watching diligently.

The dry goods from her grocery store jaunt were still tucked safely in the trunk of her car in case she got a chance to head back to the cabin, but she had not felt confident enough in her safety–and that of Mulder and Scully and little William–to yet try.

She grabbed her purse and headed in through the back door of the diner and on through to her locker, avoiding the ever watchful eye of Fred when she clocked in. Rhonda was only scheduled to work the lunch shift today, and the end of the breakfast rush was still humming along if the noise and clatter from the dining room was any indication. She was just closing up her locker when the door opened and Clarice walked in.

“Oh!” said the younger woman. “Ron, I almost forgot you were working today.”

Rhonda smiled at her and shrugged.

“I don’t suppose Jerry thinks the same thing?” she hedged hopefully. “That I’m not on today and maybe he’s drinking coffee at home?”

Clarice smiled at her sympathetically.

“‘Fraid not,” she said. “He’s holding court and waiting for you, just like always.”

Rhonda felt her shoulder slump, but sighed, resigned to her fate. “Anyway,” Clarice went on. “There’s no way he would have left yet today anyway. Not with all the excitement going on.”

A dart of unease piercing her chest, Rhonda raised an eyebrow.

“Excitement?”

Clarice’s eyes lit up. Whatever she was about to tell Rhonda, she’d been dying to share.

“That couple that took that baby last week? That those FBI agents were in here about? They caught ‘im.”

Rhonda felt the blood drain from her face.

“They found the baby?” she asked, her voice oddly high pitched.

Clarice shook her head, disappointed. “No. Just the man. Joe was in here this morning,” she went on, referring to Joe Watson, one of the local Sheriff’s deputies. “Said they caught the guy up at the Walmart in Rover. Buying supplies. Diapers and everything. Redhanded.”

Clarice was clearly riding the high of the sensational drama and wanted to dish, but Rhonda could feel her stomach sinking to her toes, and she lowered herself to sit on the small bench in front of the lockers.

“Guess that means the baby must be okay,” Rhonda said distractedly.

“Yeah,” Clarice agreed. “Though they haven’t found that poor thing yet. Or the guy’s wife. Hey, you okay?”

Rhonda was not okay. Her thoughts were a swirling miasma of terror and regret and shame. She had failed that little family. Suddenly, the meager breakfast she’d eaten that morning started rushing up her esophagus. She lurched past Clarice and into the first stall, retching what remained of the food into the cold white bowl.

Clarice made a concerned noise from behind her, but Rhonda straightened and wiped the back of her hand across her chin, standing.

“I’ve gotta go,” she said suddenly, pushing past the other waitress to rinse off her hands in the sink.

“Oh my god, yes of course,” Clarice said, her brows knitted together in worry. “You’re sick. I’ll take your shift. Tomorrow’s too.”

Rhonda gave her a grateful look in the mirror, then rushed over to her locker and grabbed her purse and coat. She paused in the doorway, wanting to say something to the younger woman, but instead just nodded at her and rushed out the back of the restaurant.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Scully paced in front of the big bay windows, somewhat confident in their safety while William napped in his back bedroom. She had several major problems, and no real way of dealing with any of them.

She hadn’t the faintest notion how to go about getting Mulder back, if he had really and truly been captured—and with their supplies nearly out and their only mode of transportation gone, Scully and William were in a pretty serious situation; they had almost nothing to eat and no way of going out to get something.

There was a landline to the cottage, but no one had yet called it, and the only numbers she could think to call herself were likely being monitored.

The bottom line was, she was in deep shit.

As she stood, contemplating the merits of walking out to the road with her son in a baby carrier and trying her hand at hitchhiking, the sound of a car engine once again carried in from the front of the cabin.

She whipped her head toward the sound, fearing a return of the dark sedan, hoping for a glimpse of Mulder in the Grand Prix, but what she saw instead was Rhonda’s old Datsun, flying down the rutted drive at entirely too fast a pace. Scully watched as the car skidded to halt on the frozen dirt, and the next thing she knew, Rhonda stumbled through the door and looked as though she were about to collapse upon seeing Scully.

“Oh thank God!” the older woman quailed, closing the gap and throwing her arms around Scully in a simpering relief.

Scully, quite relieved herself at seeing her waitress-shaped salvation, clung tightly to her for a long moment before the older woman pulled back.

“Honey, I don't know how to say this,” Rhonda said, bringing her hands up to cup Scully’s cheeks. “But…”

“They have Mulder,” Scully whispered, hating the awful truth of saying it out loud. “I know.”

XxXxXxXxXxX

Mulder sat in the small interview room in the Sheriff’s office with metal handcuffs biting into his wrists. It had been nothing more than rotten luck and bad timing, and Mulder had no one to blame but himself.

He’d thought he was home free–had made it into the superstore with no issues and bought everything he needed, paying with cash and loading the car without a single person in the parking lot so much as looking in his direction. He’d breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out of the Walmart parking lot, the needle of his inner compass pointing toward his waiting family.

What he hadn’t done, and what he was now kicking himself for, was to pop the rear fender with his fist before he got in the car, as the man who had sold him the Grand Prix told him to do in order to avoid having the driver’s side tail light blink out while on the road. And not a half-block from the parking lot, that’s exactly what the car’s tail light did. And was spotted by a local cop, who had nothing better to do that morning than pull Mulder over.

He no doubt had Mulder and Scully’s wanted pictures sitting on his passenger seat, as quick as he was to pull his gun on Mulder and ask him to step out of the vehicle. The man was no doubt now collecting congratulatory back thumps out in the bullpen from every cop in the tristate area.

The only law enforcement officer who didn’t have a smile on his face upon seeing Mulder being frogmarched through the Sheriff’s department after his arrest had been FBI Assistant Director Walter Skinner, who had followed Mulder’s progress through the booking process with the searing disappointment of a father watching their kid stumble through the front door four hours after curfew.

He wore the same expression now, as he walked through the door to the interview room and lowered himself into the chair opposite Mulder with a weary sigh.

Neither man spoke for several long moments, the chains of Mulder’s cuffs making the only sound in the plain gray room.

“A tail light,” Skinner finally exhaled, popping his eyes up to Mulder’s.

Mulder could do naught but shrug. “They got Capone on taxes.”

“This isn’t funny, Mulder.”

“Do you see me laughing?”

Skinner leaned back in the chair and rubbed a hand over his bald pate. “Where’s Scully?”

At this, Mulder did actually laugh. “I think we can dispense with questions that you know for a fact I’ll never answer.”

Skinner could only look at him. “We’re not being recorded or monitored.”

“Well in that case, Walter, I’ll tell you everything I know.” Mulder couldn’t help but let the sarcasm drip from his words.

His former boss sighed again. “Is she safe?”

“So far.” Mulder thought of where she was now, marooned in the Tetons. He fought a swell of anger, at himself, at Skinner.

“And the boy?”

“You mean my son?” Mulder couldn’t help but be prickly. Skinner may have warned them about the danger the boy faced, but he also appeared to be leading the charge on bringing them all in. Mulder was pretty sure his motivations were from a place of wanting to help, but he was also in a curious and precarious position with regard to his day job, and at some point, Mulder figured, self-preservation was bound to kick in.

Skinner’s shoulders sagged.

“Is he okay? He wasn’t hurt? At the farmhouse?”

“He’s okay,” Mulder said.

“That was a hell of a thing we walked into.”

“You’re telling me.”

Skinner leveled a look at him and then threw one over his shoulder as if making sure the interview room door was closed.

“It’s out of my hands what they end up charging you with, Mulder,” he said, turning back to him, his voice low, almost pleading. “You’re officially still wanted for Knowle Rohrer’s death. Escaping military custody.” Skinner leaned forward. “But I need to know, how many counts of murder are they going to tack on?”

“Depends,” Mulder said, thinking of the two men in the nursery that William had held in suspended animation. “How many bodies did you find?”

Skinner gave him a confused look.

Mulder knew he would never get a fair shake from any other cop that came through the interview room door, but Skinner of all people would believe him, and he wanted to set the story straight at least once. Trusting that Skinner was being honest about their conversation not being listened to, Mulder leaned forward earnestly.

“I’m not being glib, sir,” he explained. “And going forward, I will be exercising my right to remain silent. But when we left that house, I’m not sure how many bodies we left behind.”

“Explain,” his former superior said, throwing another look over his shoulder. They probably didn’t have much time.

“The parents were already dead when we arrived,” Mulder said, and Skinner nodded grimly. He probably had already suspected as much. “And they’d managed to take out one of their attackers.”

“The shotgun victim?” Skinner asked.

Mulder nodded brusquely. “And I was attacked not long after we arrived. I defended myself.” He could still feel his hands around the man’s neck, the dark satisfaction of squeezing, of exacting the rage he felt at all the injustices he’d suffered while doing the best he could for his infant son.

Skinner’s jaw tightened, but he nodded at Mulder to go on.

“When we got to the nursery…” Mulder paused, picturing the terrifying scene in his head. “The mother was already gone. And the two other bodies there…I don’t know what William did to them, but…”

Skinner suddenly looked puzzled.

“There weren’t two men there? Dead on the floor?” Mulder asked, remembering the way they’d crumpled to the floor when Scully had scooped up their wailing son.

“There was only the mother,” Skinner said. He narrowed his eyes. “What did William do?”

A heavy weight suddenly pressed on Mulder’s chest. “He’s capable of more than anyone can dream,” he said quickly. “And they know it now. You have to protect him, sir.”

Mulder watched as the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he opened his mouth to say something when there was a sharp rap at the door.

Skinner turned and stood as a dark complexioned man in a suit took a step inside the room, his look expectant.

“No more questioning, Agent Bryson,” Skinner said, which earned him a less than cheery look. “He’s asking for counsel.”

Skinner made his way to the door and stared the other agent down, who gave Mulder an almost murderous look before turning to leave. Skinner followed him out and the door snapped shut behind them with a terrifying finality.

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #wip

[kaisatouloml]

Some kai stuff I want to post in honor of me getting a kai plush!!! I won't get him until about april but still!! :3 also this is just in an au where there is no death game and things r perfect 😞😞

I think kai definitely can crochet AND OR knit and loves fall bc he can spend time making sweaters and what not, I can specifically see him making sara and joe sweaters I don't see anyone talk abt him and Joe bc while main game he says almost nth about Joe but I think he keeps tabs on joe bc of how close he is with sara and it would make sense if he was fond of joe as well as Sara so ofc hes making Joe a little dog sweater.

I associate fall with candles just bc of all the fall related scents that come out so ofc Kai does have his own collection of fall candles but he kinda seems like he would enjoy cinnamon so definitely those kinds of scents as well. In my heart he's got a bit of a sweet tooth but in fall he totally goes into like a baking craze, pies, cakes, breads all that stuff but I feel they would just be given to others rather than him keeping it for himself.

Ever since I found out Kai likes dramas and stuff I cannot get the idea of him doing laundry while watching a telenovela. I think it would be silly if it's one of those things where he is watching it while Sara and joe might be over and they start becoming just as invested as kai is and they all binge watch dramas on saturdays. wuh they're so precious

He likes going to farmers markets, like the far out ones in the middle of butt nowhere but always has really good apple bread and sweet fruit jams. He always keeps strawberry jam stocked for sara and gives her a jar or two to take home with her.

Best gift giver in the world bc a lot of it would be homemade but also catered to the person he's giving the gift to obviously, I think he's very punctual he has these gifts prepped weeks or even months in advance and is just counting down the days to give them out.

Also bc I literally can't help myself I am the biggest kai self shipper ever just some domestic stuff bleh :p he'd always enjoy cooking for u and trying out different recipes I don't think he'd mind having a partner who's a picky eater bc it gives him a challenge to cook different things that are suited for a totally different pallet and he enjoys the payoff for making something his s/o likes

Date wise I think kai would prefer smth way more intimate, like at home dinner and stuff like that he's a corny little guy but I love him sm he flusters very easy and gets a bit shy over complements WHICH IK IS ALREADY KINDA CANON but still I love this little goober..

Anyways that's all I feel like typing for now blehh

#kai satou

[blairrwaldorfs]

Is It Over Now?

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?

Author's Note: Part 2! :) Enjoy ! I actually am editing these chapters as I re-upload them so it's better but not much will change.

Disclaimer: Mention of violence, 18+

Wordcount: 4.4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Joe’s head pounded the second he woke up the next morning. He slowly fluttered his eyes open, adjusting his vision from the bright light that was coming through the window. He couldn’t tell where he was at the moment until his eyes caught the sight of the coffee table and the television in front of him. He was still in the living room just like the blur memory he remembered from last night. He groaned softly, rubbing his temples and pinching the bridge of his nose to try and get rid of the throbbing headache, but it was no use. He drank too much last night, and he still remembered every detail of it. Every pain and every word that Ivy had told him. 

Shifting his eyes back on the coffee table, he found a glass of water, a paracetamol, and a yellow sticky note. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the sofa and let out another groan. God, he was starting to feel old. His body felt sore from sleeping on the sofa all night. He picked up the yellow sticky note and read:

Thought you might need it.

He knew that handwriting from anywhere and that was from you. He looked around the flat and found that it was quiet and empty. You were nowhere to be found. Taking the medicine and immediately washing it down with the water, he let out a sigh and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He could still hear Ivy’s voice echoing in his mind from last night. He couldn’t help but wonder where he went wrong in showing her how much he wanted to be with her. Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, he stared at the screen for a moment before pulling up his messages from Ivy. He hasn't seen her for two months, and he was really excited to spend some time with her last night. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked. 

His mind flashed back to the memory from last night. He had taken her to a nice restaurant for once and not a pub, and he wanted the night to be a special night, but Ivy hasn’t said much ever since he picked her up from her flat. To make matters worse, she also has just been sitting there across from him barely eating her dinner. He had been telling her about what happened on set for his new film, and she barely listened. She was zoning out the whole time just staring into the empty space in front of her. 

“I don’t know if I can take anymore of this, Joe.” Ivy blurted the words out, cutting off the story that he was telling her.

Joe knitted his brows, confused as to what she was referring to. He reached for her hand on the table, but she was quick to slide it away. 

“What are you talking about, babe?” His voice was full of concern.

“I mean I can’t take anymore of barely seeing you. Whenever you come back, you’re only in town for a few days, and you leave again.”

Joe knew that his job was complicated, and it even got more complicated when his career had started going up. Flying to the States, other countries and different cities for conventions and events was what was taking up his life lately. Booking a role after another and attending fashion events and shooting commercials for them was the definition of his life for the last however many months. 

“Ivy, I know it can get so hard and complicated, but I’m trying my best to balance it all. It’s hard for me too, not seeing you everyday.”

Ivy didn’t buy what he said though. Instead, she scoffed and shook her head as she took a sip of her drink. 

“Don’t even get me started with that flatmate of yours.” She added. 

Joe furrowed his brows, confused. How did the subject of you suddenly enter this conversation? What was Ivy talking about? He hasn’t even shown any interest towards you nor had he seen you in months because he was barely home. Whenever he was in town, he would stay at Ivy’s most of the time. So, what was the problem when it came to you?

“She’s just my flatmate.” Joe reassured her. “There’s nothing going on between me and her. I barely see her.”

“And how do I know that? How can I be so sure?” Ivy’s eyes were full of jealousy. “She’s pretty, and I’m sure she’s better than me right? Because she’s smart and works at a lab. A fucking chemist, and I’m just a model.”

Joe shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t put together how Ivy was comparing herself to you. Hasn’t he shown her all this time that he only wanted her and no one else? What more could he say or do?

“Babe, we’re just flatmates. You’re the one I want to be with.” Joe said sternly.

Watching Ivy throw her napkin on the table, she got up from her chair as Joe followed her. He wanted to stop her from leaving, but he couldn’t. 

“No, Joe.” Ivy stated. “This isn’t working out anymore.”

She had made up her mind, and Joe knew when Ivy made up her mind, there was no going back. But how could she just leave like that? How could she choose to believe the insecurities that were screaming in her mind than the actions he had shown to her several times? Not once had Joe broken his promises to her nor tried to disappoint her. Even when he was away, he always tried his best to make sure they talked every single day, so she didn’t feel like she was far from him. Now, he watched her walk out that door as if what they had the last several months was nothing. 

It was over. 

She was gone. 

Joe sighed at the memory as he made his way towards the bathroom. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes, and his head was pounding even harder the more he thought about her. What else could he do? What could he do to get her back?

The sound of the coffee mug hitting the glass table echoed softly through the room. The place was crowded with people having a Sunday brunch with their friends or families. The gloomy January weather didn’t help with the mood of the conversation you were having with your friends.

Sara’s eyes widened in disbelief as she said, “Really?”

You nodded your head, looking at her through your lashes as you took a sip of your hot coffee. The hot liquid warmed up your throat and made your body relax. It was cold and gloomy, but you never wanted to miss your weekly Sunday brunch with Sara and Abby. It was a little tradition the three of you started ever since Sara had moved out. It was something you found comfort in every week. The day of the week that you would feel more at ease because Sara tends to balance you, and Abby was the most calm person you ever met. 

When Sara had met Abby at the art gallery three years ago, you immediately knew that she was the right person for Sara. Her wavy brown hair, green eyes and soft smile definitely caught Sara’s eyes at the beginning, but it was Abby’s calmness, patience and warm persona that made Sara fall in love with her. You weren’t going to lie that you also felt comfortable and at ease when you first met Abby too. You could understand why Sara had fallen for her. Now, every Sunday, the three of you would catch up and hang out, especially because life would get busy and chaotic from time to time. 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I feel sorry for him.”

You just finished telling Sara and Abby about what you dealt with last night when Joe came home. Both women had met Joe before, and they knew he was a decent guy, but he was never the main subject of most of your conversations until now. You didn’t really know what to do or to think, so you wanted to seek out some advice or opinion from your best friends. 

“Honestly, Ivy sounds sort of insecure.” Abby commented. 

Abby was right. Even if you have dealt with your own insecurities, you could tell that Ivy also had a fair share of hers because really? Jealous of you? You were literally nothing but just a normal person trying to get through life, while her modeling career was quickly rising. She had nothing to worry about when it came to you. 

“Maybe Joe isn’t showing her enough reassurance?” Abby added, shrugging her shoulders.

You watched as Sara turned to you and tilted her head, brows all furrowed. “Are you sure that having Joe as your flatmate is a good idea?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes with how many times you have heard that line. 

“You sound like my mother.” You retorted back.

Sara chuckled softly at your comment and said, “No, but seriously… because do you really want to get caught up in their drama?”

Drama? That was the last thing you wanted in your life, especially in a drama that involved someone else’s relationship. You knew what Joe was going through, but you weren’t about to cross boundaries. What was going on between him and Ivy was their business, not yours. 

“I’m not really caught up in their drama. That’s their own problem, you know? My name just happened to get dragged into it.” You casually said as you shrugged your shoulders.

It was the truth. You weren’t. 

“Yeah, but what if she drags you even more in her little insecurity?” Abby addressed.

You knew what was going on between them. Even if your name was dragged to their conversation last night, you weren’t the big issue here. Joe had told you that, and you knew there were other issues they were dealing with. Ivy just happened to include you into it. Maybe to cause more excuses not to be with Joe. You really didn’t know.

“I don’t care what she feels about me because I’m not doing anything to her.” You took a bite off your waffle and decided to change the subject. You were sort of over this conversation about Joe. 

Whatever was going on with him, that was his business. All you did was comfort him and listen to him, hoping you’d make someone feel better. That was all. 

“Anyway, enough about me. How are you? How is married life treating you both?” You asked, a small smile creeping up on your face. 

You watched as the two women exchanged looks before both of their lips tugged into a smile. 

“Great!” Sara replied. “We’re settling in the new place, and Abby is back to work. Though, we sort of started talking about something the other night.”

Your eyes watched as Sara and Abby held hands, giving each other a warm smile. It made you more curious as to what Sara was talking about. 

“Tell her.” Abby murmured, squeezing Sara’s hand softly. 

Your eyes widened in curiosity as you waited for one of them to tell you whatever they were planning, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit impatient as Sara tried to find the right words to say to you. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

“I don’t know.” Sara suddenly felt shy as she gave Abby a hesitant look, which in return, Abby kept giving her an approval look. “We were sort of talking a lot of things about our future last night, and we know it sounds a bit crazy…” 

You raised your brows, wanting Sara to just spat out the words. 

“Yea?”

“We sort of want to adopt.” Sara finally said. 

You couldn’t help but almost jump out of your seat from excitement as soon as Sara said those words. 

“Ohmygod.” You covered your mouth with your hand. “Are you serious?”

Abby and Sara glanced at each other with excitement. They really were serious, and you could tell how thrilled they were by just how they were talking about it. They both turned back to you and nodded their heads. 

“I’m so happy for you both.” You took both of their hands in yours. “Please let me know if I could help with anything.”

“Thank you.” Abby smiled. “We both knew we wanted this even before getting married and the fact that it’s happening, we are very excited about it.”

“Then, you both should go for it!” You encouraged them even more as you all laughed softly in unison. 

“And you should go look for a new flat!” Sara teased you, squeezing your hand softly.

“Stop it! I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes, sliding your hands away from theirs. “I’m perfectly happy with my situation, and it’s not like Joe is bothering me. They’re broken up. I have nothing to worry about.”

Abby took a sip of her coffee and a playful smile tugged on her lips. “Who knows… Maybe you’ll end up with Joe.”

Oh, here we go again. 

Why did everyone keep pushing this idea of you and Joe? He literally was nothing but just your flatmate. Just because he was a man didn’t mean that you two would end up together. A woman and a man could be flatmates together. Just like a man and a woman could be friends. 

Right?

“We’re just flatmates. That’s all.” You argued.

You just wished everyone was going to drop this subject already because you and Joe weren’t going to happen. Ever.

Coming home later that day, you found the flat quiet and empty. The sofa was back to the way it looked. Pillows fluffed, throw blanket folded and hung at the back of it. The kitchen was clean, and the dishes that Joe promised he would wash were all clean and put away. Joe was nowhere to be found, and you figured maybe he had gone out. Maybe he went to go talk to Ivy or pick up his things from her place. Who knows.

As you walked down the hall towards your bedroom, floorboards creaked, and you heard a quiet rustling that came from Joe’s room. 

Oh, he was home. 

You passed by his bedroom and paused in your tracks as soon as you saw him organizing his room. He looked better. Not his usual normal face, but he looked better than last night. 

“Hey.” You gave him a soft smile, leaning against the doorframe.

Joe never set boundaries like you did with him, but you tend to respect his own private space. He didn’t have to set rules with you because he didn’t really care that much about his own boundaries, but you respected him as your flat mate. It was his bedroom. You never tried to step into it. 

“How are you?” You asked.

Joe shut his closet doors closed and took a deep breath, turning his attention to you with a smile. 

“Good. I have been thinking a lot all morning.” 

He looked… enthusiastic?

“Oh, yeah?” You raised your brows. “How’d that go?”

Joe started walking towards you as he said, “I really like Ivy.”

You nodded your head in understanding, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

“And you know that, right?” Joe asked as if you were out of the loop about this whole thing.

Of course, you knew. He was probably mad over her.

“Right, but Joe if she doesn’t want this anymore–”

Joe cut you off as he stopped in front of you. It looked like a light bulb switched above his head as his lips tugged into a devious smile. 

“So, I was thinking that Ivy was just being Ivy, and she just wants attention. I know she wants me to chase her.”

What the fuck was he on? 

You furrowed your brows, wondering what that mind of his started thinking all morning that all of a sudden he was saying all of these things. If he wanted her back, then so be it. It was his life, and you couldn’t stop whatever he wanted to do with his life. You weren’t his mother. Though, from the look of his expression, you didn’t think his own mother could also stop him from doing whatever he wanted anyway. 

“So, I’m going to try and get her back.” Joe continued.

Well, good for you, mate but good luck. 

“Can I ask a favor though? No, not favor… But I need your help.”

Now, you were scared–no–terrified.

You stood there without saying a word as you blinked your eyes and stared at Joe for a moment. You didn’t want to say anything or ask what he wanted because you had a feeling in your stomach that it was going to be something you weren’t going to agree on. You could just feel it. 

“What is it?” You steady your voice, trying not to stumble on your words. 

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend.” Joe said sternly, his chocolate button eyes staring right into your eyes.

Oh, fuck no.

Absolutely fucking not. 

Your eyes widened in disbelief, trying to repeat Joe’s words in your head. Did he really just said that? Did he really just asked you that? When he said he had been thinking all day, you didn’t realize that he hadn’t been thinking at all! Where the fuck did he even got this idea from? Did he put that paracetamol somewhere other than his mouth, or did that medicine went up to his brain? 

You understood that he was going through a difficult and rough time due to the fact that he liked Ivy that much, but did he completely lose his mind? Was this the situation that Abby and Sara were afraid of when they said that you really needed to look for a new flat? Because it was starting to look like your flatmate had gone mad. 

“E…Excuse me, what?!” You finally found your words as you looked at Joe in disbelief. 

“I know that I probably sound mad but–”

“Uh… yeah, you got that right!” You scoffed, shaking your head as you took a step back from him. 

Maybe your mother was right. What else was he going to do next? Stab you just like what that boyfriend of your mother’s friend’s daughter did?! 

Joe saw the horrific look in your eyes as he tried to calm you down and showed you that he wasn’t actually going mad but all you wanted to do was run away from where you were. 

Joe sighed and looked down at his feet and said, “If she saw you and me are dating, then she’d get jealous and she’d ask me to get her back.”

You really need to go find another flat. 

You shook your head and started making your way towards your bedroom. “Absolutely not! You’ve gone mad!”

Joe followed behind you, and you gave him a “don’t you dare” look as soon as he was about to step inside your room. Joe, however, caught himself and stood by your doorway with pleading eyes. 

“Please? I know that this is crazy, and you probably think I’m crazy, but I really like her. I just…” Joe’s voice was soft as he let out a sigh and said, “I really thought she was the one.”

You weren’t going to lie. You have known Joe for a year, so you knew this was just him going through a breakup. Maybe losing his mind a little but everyone loses their minds when it comes to someone they love, right? Did Joe even love Ivy? You understood why he was doing this, but you were already on Ivy's hit list, and Joe thought this was going to be a good idea?

There was no way you were going to bring yourself in this drama. You already told yourself that. You even told your friends that earlier. 

God, Sara and Abby were right. 

“If she’s the one, then she’ll come back to you without you doing all this crazy shit.” 

Joe pursed his lips and nodded his head in understanding. He wasn’t going to press you with this subject because he knew it was mental in the first place. He was just hoping that maybe you would say yes, but he also understood that you weren’t going to put yourself in a situation like this. How could he drag you into his own problem?

“I understand.” Joe murmured. “I’m sorry for making up this idea in the first place, and I’m sorry for trying to drag you into it.”

You watched as Joe gave you an apologetic look and walked away. You sighed and flopped yourself on your bed face down, letting out a small groan. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You flipped yourself over, so you were laying on your back, sliding your phone out and saw that your mum was trying to facetime you.

Oh, fucking great. 

Whatever she wanted to say wasn’t really something you wanted to hear tonight. You didn’t need her to add into the craziness. You stared at your phone for a moment, hesitating on what to do, but you knew she wasn’t going to leave you alone, so you decided to answer the call. 

“Hey mum.” Your voice sounded tired. 

The second your mum appeared on your screen, you saw how she looked excited and there was a big smile plastered on her face. 

“It’s not really a good time, mum–”

Your eyes widened when a man about your age appeared next to your mum. He waved hello to you as your mum started introducing you to him. 

What the hell was she doing? Was she really trying to set you up with a stranger right now? Joe wasn’t the only one going mad tonight. Though, you retracted that thought because your mum was already mad. 

“This is Alex. He’s our new neighbor’s son. I thought maybe you two could get to know each other.”

God, this was so embarrassing. 

How could she fucking do this to you? You were 28 years old, and she was setting you up with some man you never met. Not only was it embarrassing, but you didn’t need your own mother to set you up with someone. If you wanted to date or be in a relationship, you could find a man for yourself. 

“Mum, this isn’t such a good time.” You looked at Alex through the screen and said, “It’s nice to meet you, but I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Just like that, you immediately hit the end call button and grabbed your pillow to muffle a scream. Everything was just making you so frustrated, and you were even more frustrated with your mum. Her actions were starting to get into your last nerve. You didn’t know if you could take anymore of this from her. Even if you were far away, she still managed to piss you off. 

Staring at the ceiling, your dad’s voice echoed in your mind about when you were going to bring a man home. Were you really that much of a disappointment to your family? Did you really need to marry or be with someone for them to feel proud of you? Because that was just wrong. You were a chemist for fuck’s sake. You were literally out there dealing and mixing chemicals and synthesizing DNA just so this world could find cures for illnesses and diseases and all your parents could care about was you getting in a relationship? 

You were so sick of it! 

Then, your eyes darted towards the empty hall just right outside your door. Joe’s offer echoed in your mind, and you were starting to ask yourself if you also had gone mental too. Maybe you have. 

Letting your feet lead you, you got up from your bed and slowly walked down the hall towards Joe’s bedroom. His door was open, and you quietly peeked and saw that he was just sitting there at the edge of his bed, thinking deeply with a melancholy look on his face. His hands were playing with the empty beer bottle, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes because all of this was so stupid. 

“So…” You stood by his doorway, getting his attention. “How long is this fake dating thing?”

Joe froze where he was and stared at you in disbelief. Were you really offering an approval to his crazy idea? Honestly, you were asking yourself the same thing. 

“Just until I finally catch her attention and would want me back.” Joe answered.

You bit your lower lip, playing with your fingers nervously for a moment before taking a deep breath and said, “So, here are the rules...”

Joe’s full attention was now to you as he waited for you to continue. 

“If you get to use me as your fake girlfriend then I get to use you as my fake boyfriend at any upcoming family gathering.”

Joe set the empty bottle on his bedside table before getting up from his bed and walked over to where you were. He was trying to comprehend the offer that you just made. 

“You mean… introducing me to your parents as your boyfriend?” Joe asked, brows all knitted together. 

“Yes, that’s right.” 

“Then, you have to go to party events with me, especially if Ivy is there.”

You tilted your head, giving Joe a look. “Joe, I have a job. I can’t just ditch that for stupid party events.”

“Then, how are people going to believe we’re dating if we’re not seen together?” Joe argued. 

The man had a point but there was no way you were going to agree with this without getting anything in return. 

“Fine, but you get to pay for the dresses and shoes that I have to wear to these stupid events, and I get to keep them all.”

“Okay, deal.” Joe gave you a smile. 

You weren’t done yet. 

“And one more thing, you could only kiss me and hold me but there’s no sex.”

The small chuckle that escaped from Joe sort of insulted you, but you ignored it because this was all fake anyway. Besides, you both were using each other for both of your benefits, so you didn’t have time to feel insulted that Joe was quick to agree that he didn’t want to have sex with you. 

“No problem.” Joe agreed, reaching his hand towards you. 

You stared into his eyes as you shook his hand firmly in agreement. 

You were so going to regret this, weren’t you? 

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[icallhimjoey]

Soft Joe ideas? What about strangers to lovers where a reader is determined to flirt with Joe using only corny pick up lines to brighten up his mood. She could be a barista he sees every day or something like that...

No smut, but giggly soft Joe.

giggly soft joe?????? yes, excellent, i need him (ima make this a five parter, i HOPE YOU ENJOY) Wordcount: 2.2K

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Sunshine Blend Dark Roast

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

This amount of energy was not what Joe was expecting this early in the morning. Or, what he could really handle, this early in the morning.

It was weird how he had spotted you from across the street; the coffee shop was fairly crowded already, yet, you'd stood out. Morning commuters all desperate to get their first fix of caffeine in before stepping into offices. It was as if you were lit by a spotlight that moved around and followed you. No, wait. Joe was wrong. There wasn’t a spotlight – you were the spotlight. Beams of glitter shot out of your skin, your eyes, your smile. Joe had seen it from across the street, and it had lured him in just like he assumed it’d lure in any other guy.

“Good morning,” you sing-songed, like it was a Friday afternoon, and the sun was out, and everyone was happy because they just got off work and knew they wouldn't have to wake up to an alarm the next day. Except it was Monday. Monday morning, half past eight, and the weather was gloomy. Grey, cold. Very wet.

Joe got in line and let his eyes scan the menu even though he knew he’d go for the most boring, albeit the best, option in his opinion.

You asked people for their order, talked to them like you knew every single one of them personally, recommended flavours like you knew their taste profiles, asked their names like they did in other coffee shops and passed cups onto your colleague. Would sometimes step back and help, poor steamed milk into large paper cups, or scooped ice into even larger plastic ones.

Until it was Joe’s turn. You told the person in front of them that their drink would be ready for pick up at the end of the counter, then turned and made eye contact with Joe.

Joe, who was wearing a beanie, burgundy, beautifully knitted. Wet, from the rain, just like his grey coat that had dark spots all over the shoulders from fat drops of water that had collected on leaves and streetlights before they fell, to make their marks more prominent than the regular old water droplets that shot down straight from the clouds.

It was Joe Quinn, the actor, who you immediately recognized as the celebrity that he was. In your little coffee shop. On a random Monday morning. Seven thirty. Joseph Quinn.

Joe saw you gasp a small breath. Saw how you sucked in both your lips to bite on. Saw the big eyes you made, staring directly at him. Joe saw it all, and he really wished he didn’t. He was just getting a coffee like everyone else was. Your features quickly changed though. You crinkled your eyes like Joe had seen you do at every other person that came before him, and they would no doubt crinkle like that for every person that would come after him. Your lips pursed into a cute smile, dimples on full display for anyone to see.

“Hi, what can we get ya?” upbeat, happy. Like you’d just had the best sex of your life. Had no worries, or had ever had them for that matter. No bills that needed paying still. No looming tasks that you were secretly procrastinating. No anxiety, no ill will, no darkness. Just light. Pure sunshine.

“Large americano, please,” Joe asked, and because when eyes were on him and he’d have to speak, he’d suddenly fidget, become all nervous, Joe only then decided to slide the beanie off his head and find his wallet in his pocket.

“Are you sure?”

Joe halted. What? That was a weird question to be asked. When had anyone ever before asked Joe if he was sure that what he’d just ordered was really the thing he wanted to order? Never. It was Monday morning, and he was barely awake, and this was definitely a weird question to be asked.

“Um, yes?”

But Joe got asked weirder questions on the daily now, so he kind of just went with it, but cringed anyway. Cringed deep within his core where it was dark and only he could feel it, because showing cringe made people uncomfortable and that’s the last thing he wanted. People would do anything to keep him in conversation for longer. Ask for a pic, tell him they loved him, that he had beautiful eyes, and then would ask him weird questions to keep him there for longer. At what time was he born? What kind of milk did he drink? What was his favourite piece of furniture? Why did his parents decide to call him Joseph? Personal questions they had no business asking, and questions Joe half the time didn’t even know the fucking answer to. Made him say I don't know a million times until he'd start wondering, what did he really actually know?

“Just checking.” you shrugged. “I love a man who's sure,” a little small smug smirk played with your lips and that was cute, but far too forward. Definitely cringe worthy. Joe coughed a small chuckle to let some of the cringe out in the best way he knew how.

“What’s your name?” you asked, large paper cup in hand, sharpie ready in the other.

“Robert,” Joe had the false name so readily available, you knew he must have used it more often. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation. You asked a question, and not a second later he’d answered it with a lie. You knew, and you smiled. Let Joe tap his card to pay. Told him his drink would be ready for him at the end of the counter in a minute before turning to the next customer, the last person in line for now, someone you knew, Joe thought, because you didn’t need to ask for their name.

Then you turned, started helping making drinks. Asked the guy who’d come in after Joe if he didn’t want any pumps of peppermint maybe, or vanilla, for an extra little kick of flavour. As you said it, you kicked your leg, punched an arm, and you giggled at yourself. The guy smiled and said, “Do whatever, you know what I like,” and Joe didn’t think your face could show more excitement if you’d tried. “Shouldn’t trust people like that,” you then spoke as you got busy, contradicting yourself completely. “What if I poisoned you?” you turned, big eyes at the customer who kept his eyes on his phone. “I’m sure the coffee would be great still.” He quipped, and Joe saw your whole face scrunch up as you nodded. “Yea it fucking would.”

You made coffees and seemed to love it. What a complete 180 from every single other barista he’d ever gotten a coffee from. Sure, some of the hipstery variants, guys with curly moustaches, suspenders and tattooed arms, they’d be into it too. But not like this. Those guys wouldn’t skip, hop and sing along to the music playing as they did the annoying tasks of cleaning up after themselves as drinks poured into cups from machines on their own.

One large americano.

You called for Robert. Joe stepped forward, smiled politely as he took his drink and instead of placing it down for him to grab, you held it in your hand for him to take it from you. As he took it, you held onto his cup still, which forced him to look you in the eye.

“Enjoy,” you smiled so sweetly, you might as well have been made of sugar. Only then did you let go.

“Thanks,” Joe smiled, bashfully, a little uncomfortable. Unsure of what you were doing exactly, if this was normal. You saw his ears go red, and pursed your lips tighter to not let any laughter escape. You made Joe blush. Cute.

As Joe walked out of the coffee shop, back out into the rain, the cold air immediately told him how flushed his face really was, the contrast was too much to easily ignore and he sighed. He was... a little annoyed. It was a random Monday morning, and Joe was just getting a coffee. Was this yet another thing to add to the list of all the other normal mundane things he could no longer do without people being weird?

The list seemed never ending now, and Joe hated it.

Joe had a very vivid imagination, so with everything, he’d think of the best possible outcome which would feed him the self-confidence he needed to pursue. Whatever that was; he’d imagine something all working out just fine, and then he’d just go for it. But every coin had its flip side, and so during the pursuing, during the going for it, Mr Self-doubt would rear its ugly little head up and hiss the most unthinkable worst-case scenarios into Joe’s ears, shoot hot worry into his veins. It was something inside him that would whisper warnings, over and over.

Ever since people suddenly seemed to be wanting more of him, Joe was meeting more and more people that in theory should really silence that voice. They’d tell him how much his work had meant to them, how good he was at what he did, how much they valued him - it was all nice things; things that should build him up in every which way.

Yet, it didn’t.

It only seemed to amplify the ugly voice more. Gave it more things to argue against. More things to counteract.

Any time someone would pay Joe a lovely, innocent, sweet little compliment, the voice was fast and vicious and would immediately find several counter arguments to remove all credibility. Make sure he never believed any of it. And Joe would worry enough as it was. But now it all seemed bigger, denser, more all-engulfing, and sure, it was always nice to meet kind strangers who just wanted to be friendly, but the dark side of his brain would grow, and if he didn’t get enough rest, it could completely take over some days.

Joe never minded the voice before. Kind of kept him from being a cocky prick.

Now the voice just made him avoid.

Avoid tasks, avoid new situations, avoid people, interactions - he had to, of course, for his job. And he would do them just fine. He’d be so fine, such a trooper. But outside of office hours, Joe would avoid. He’d procrastinate and worry and drown in self-doubt and so instead, he’d find solace in the things he knew already. The people he knew already. Joe stuck with his old friends. They were the dirty dishes he did whilst an unwritten essay had its deadline inching closer. They were the room he deep cleaned whilst his looming phone laid on his desk with unread messages he had still to open and reply to. They were the kitchen cabinets he went through to find everything that had gone off whilst he had badly written scripts waiting to be read.

Joe found mental psychological discomfort in a lot of the things that were now new to him, so he’d delay and avoid. Do dishes instead.

But then, enter you.

The voice seemed quiet, eerily so, but Joe just thought it was because it was confused. He was confused.

Are you sure?

Who asks that?

What if I poisoned you?

Shit like that would never fly in a Starbucks, or a Costa Coffee.

Joe drank his coffee on his commute, and it was good. Nothing special. Just coffee, the way he liked it. And with every sip he took, he got more into his day. The schedule ahead, his mind going over all the things he had to do that day, and whilst he found focus, you drifted from his thoughts. He had a meeting in half an hour. Then another, but through zoom, with America. Lunch with his publicist most likely. Afterwards some time to himself. Then script reading. He needed to do so much reading, and although he loved reading, there was something annoying about the have to of it all.

Joe finished his coffee, and you no longer occupied any of his brain space.

Until, suddenly, you popped right back in.

Because as Joe went to throw away his cup, he saw it.

Joe

Not Robert. He had said Robert, and you’d called out for Robert, but the cup read Joe. You’d written Joe. Black sharpie on a brown paper cup. Joe. His actual name.

He let out a weird laugh, looked around as if someone else was there and would tell him, no way, she wrote your name? that’s hilarious. As if anyone he’d show the cup to now would understand why it was significant that a coffee cup read his own name. Of course it would. But, it shouldn't. Not this time. And yet, it did. Joe.

He looked at the cup again, your handwriting beside the logo, and then disposed of it.

“Morning,” Joe walked in, greeted the woman behind the front desk.

“Ooh, someone woke up at the right side of the bed this morning,”

Joe stopped, realized he had a big old shit-eating grin plastered onto his face and a pretty, loud bubble-gum-pop of a girl on his mind. He furrowed his brow as he thought it over, a little confused, but smile unwavering, then said,

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

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[hmshermitcraft]

For the weekly theme - sfw age regression on the beach!!!

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The Hermits were all a tightly-knit group, there were hardly any secrets between them. Of course, if someone wanted to keep quiet on a certain topic, no one forced them to talk. But there was no judgement on any of the topics someone decided to share with the group

So it was not a surprise, when the server quickly turned into a supportive web of age regressors and their caregivers. No one can quite pinpoint when that happened, but one thing led to another, and soon enough the age regressors could always count on having someone look after them when they were small, and all the caregivers of the server formed a special groupchat just to exchange information about what each of the regressors liked and how to best take care of them

So of course, as soon as the weather got warm enough, everyone decided to go to the seaside, for a few days of relaxation and fun. The server worked together to build a set of comfy and cosy beach houses, equipped with everything one could need during the stay. Of course, everything was ready in no time, Hermits cooperating with one another were a force to be reconed with

The sunny weather, patches of sand, crystal clear blue water, and relaxed atmosphere did all lead to people regressing freely. After all, what screams "childhood" more than a holiday at a seaside?

Soon enough, everyone had their little spot secured in the sand. Some people brought sun-umbrellas with them, but some chose to enjoy the sunlight to the fullest ("No, Ren, get back here, you're already sunburned enough!!! Or at least let me put sunscreen on you!" yelled Keralis, from underneath his bright pink umbrella).

Gem, ever the menace, decided it'd be a delightful idea to use her little shovel to catapult blobs of wet sand into other people's sand castles. She had to be gently talked out of that idea by a very amused Cleo (she was still quietly laughing, cuz one of the blobs hit Mumbo straight in the back, while he was turned around to face Stress)

Speaking of Stress, she was watching over False, who was enjoying some ice cream. When regressed, False's impeccable precision and coordination were nowhere to be found, so she did need someone to catch the falling ice cream cone, just in case (a crying False was not something anyone wanted to happen)

Etho, for some reason, was always a magnet for the regressors. Maybe it was his calm voice, or the fact that he could entertain everyone with his stories, but he always had at least two regressors following him like ducklings (no, that sitiation with TNT minecart from Limited Life would NOT happen here, that was just a joke between adults, Etho wouldn't pull stuff like that with anyone regressed). Today, he had Grian and Pearl very intent on putting as many flower crowns as possible on his head, all while giggling like crazy

Next to the sat Beef, shaking his head fondly at his friend getting a face-full of flowers. He was glad that Xisuma was such a heavy sleeper when regressed, the racket from the winged duo was a lot. But everyone managed to convince their beloved admin that it was okay for him to relax and not mind the server for a bit, and this is exactly what he did

Tango, being the warmth-loving creature he is, dug himself a den in the warm, dry sand, and dozed off. Zedaph was also snoozing near him, in a patch of lush grass. Impulse watched over them both, from where he was skeching out a new redstone machine in his beach chair

Cub, Scar, and Doc joined forces to build a huge custom tree next to the water. It had a couple of swings and slides for regressors to enjoy. Some of them (like Wels) enjoyed them calmly, just swinging around and feeling the wind on their faces, but others (like Joe) were running around at top speed, laughing and launching themselves into the water

Everyone were having such a wonderful time! This was definitely not the last time everyone got together to enjoy the summer weather!!! But let's not talk about the holiday ending yet, there are still a couple of days let to enjoy the beach

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I don't feel like I know all the Hermits well enough to write what each of them did at the beach. I haven't forgotten about them, I just don't wanna write something wildly out of character for them

🌠 anon

When things get a bit chaotic (like they always can with so many people in a group like this) the caregivers have careful strategies to calm things down. There's plenty of shady spots along the beach, and places for people to go if they need quiet time. Adults included!

Or be put in time out, if Jevin doesn't stop trying to shlorp up people's sand castles. And he's not even regressed! Stop teaching xB bad habits!

They made sure there's enough ice cream for everyone (because three of them immediately declared they wanted some once they saw False with it.) There's plenty of options for cones or tubs as well.

Cleo, Impulse and Doc have some supplies for the inevitable boo-boos as well. Zed scraped his knees trying to find rock pools (he was less upset about this than Tango was) and a kiss and bandage cleared up most minor injuries.

The real challenge is going to be how to get everybody inside to sleep.

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[hughungrybear]

7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme (post here). I have to confess that I have not seen the inside of a cinema since the pandemic. However, I do have tons of subscriptions from different streaming services and most of my favourite movies are old anyway lol 😅

In no particular order

1. It Happened One Night (1934, United States)

Starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert

Synopsis: In Frank Capra's acclaimed romantic comedy, spoiled heiress Ellie Andrews (Claudette Colbert) impetuously marries the scheming King Westley, leading her tycoon father (Walter Connolly) to spirit her away on his yacht. After jumping ship, Ellie falls in with cynical newspaper reporter Peter Warne (Clark Gable), who offers to help her reunite with her new husband in exchange for an exclusive story. But during their travels, the reporter finds himself falling for the feisty young heiress.

2. Crazy Little Thing Called Love (2010, Thailand)

Starring Baifern Pimchanok, Mario Maurer

Synopsis: A junior schoolgirl Nam (Pimchanok Luevisetpaiboon) falls in love with her schoolboy senior Chone (Mario Maurer) but is afraid to show her feelings to him, partly because Chone is everyone’s idol, and Nam regards herself as unpopular, homely-looking, and average. She has nothing that can make him notice her. But with the support of her three best friends, Nam revolutionizes herself, starting with her looks and activities to get him to notice her.

3. That Thing Called Tadhana [Fate] (2014, Philippines)

Starring Angelica Panganiban, JM de Guzman

Synopsis: A story about a broken-hearted girl who meets a boy in a not-so-normal way. Together, they go to places and find out "Where do broken hearts go?"

4. Koe no Katachi [A Silent Voice] (2016, Japan)

Starring Miyu Irino, Saori Hayami

Synopsis: As a wild youth, elementary school student, Shouya Ishida sought to beat boredom in the cruelest ways. When the deaf Shouko Nishimiya transfers into his class, Shouya and the rest of his class thoughtlessly bully her for fun. However, when her mother notifies the school, he is singled out and blamed for everything done to her. With Shouko transferring out of the school, Shouya is left at the mercy of his classmates. He is heartlessly ostracized all throughout elementary and middle school, while teachers turn a blind eye. Now in his third year of high school, Shouya is still plagued by his wrongdoings as a young boy. Sincerely regretting his past actions, he sets out on a journey of redemption: to meet Shouko once more and make amends.

5. While You Were Sleeping (1995, United States)

Starring Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman

Synopsis: Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Sandra Bullock) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Peter Gallagher), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter's family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn't correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter's sheepish brother, Jack (Bill Pullman).

6. Empire Records (1995, United States)

Starring Ethan Embry, Rory Cochrane, Robin Tunney, Liv Tyler, Renee Zellweger, Anthony LaPaglia

Synopsis: Joe (Anthony LaPaglia) runs Empire Records, an independent Delaware store that employs a tight-knit group of music-savvy youths. Hearing that the shop may be sold to a big chain, slacker employee Lucas (Rory Cochrane) bets a chunk of the store's money, hoping to get a big return. When this plan fails, Empire Records falls into serious trouble, and the various other clerks, including lovely Corey (Liv Tyler) and gloomy Deb (Robin Tunney), must deal with the problem, among many other issues.

7. Clerks (1994, United States)

Starring Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Jay and Silent Bob

Synopsis: Dante (Brian O'Halloran) is called in to cover a shift at his New Jersey convenience store on his day off. His friend Randal (Jeff Anderson) helps him pass the time, neglecting his video-store customers next door to hang out in the Quick Stop. The uneventful day is disrupted by news that one of Dante's ex-girlfriends has died. After attending her memorial service, Dante muses over staying with current girlfriend Veronica (Marilyn Ghigliotti) or reuniting with ex Caitlin (Lisa Spoonhauer).

Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @telomeke, @bengiyo @shortpplfedup and anyone who sees this and would want to play 😊

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[sweet-villain]

New Addition~ J.Q

Summary : There isn't really a summary here, but this is something for @lovejosephquinn that I've started to write about. She's such a gem that have made my days brighter. Honestly, thank you so much Lana for stepping into my life and gracing me with your presence.

" You're up early love" Joseph says as he sits on the couch in your shared apartment, watching with a small smile on his face as you made your way over to him. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you walked over to him. Next to him was your little pup, laying his lap on Joseph's leg.

You go over to plop yourself on the other leg of Joseph, leaning into his chest and burying your face in his neck. Your nose cold and rubbing against his warm neck. He wraps his arms around you and rubs your arm up and down.

" Did you sleep well?" he asks, tugging you closer to him.

You nodded with a pout, " you left me.."

He chuckled, " I had to walk Speedy here over here who was running all over the kitchen and living room this morning" his hand scratched near the little pup's ears. He rose his head up looking up at Joseph with his tongue out, his big brown eyes just like your boyfriend had looked at him in awe.

Convincing Joseph to get Speedy was a task indeed. You had done your research, from how to take care of him, how to raise it, how to train it, everything that you needed.

He kept fighting with you that a little pup wasn't in the picture right now. From how much he traveled and his work, it wasn't good idea. But you had convinced him otherwise, you had made your schedule at work more easier and had convinced Joseph that your best friend would help out if you both needed her.

He finally agreed after a couple of months going back and forth on it.

You had adopted Speedy a month ago, he was still getting used to the apartment and your best friend that has been coming over. Speedy has became attached to Joseph, more than you but you were okay with it since Joseph traveled a lot for work. You walked Speedy together after dinner as one of the ways to spend time together.

" Did you brush your hair, lovely?" He teased taking one piece of hair that has been hanging from your face and putting it behind your ear. You had loosely put it a bun but didn't really bother to do anything else with it. You were to eager to find Joseph and Speedy.

You shrugged, " I was too busy with excitement to find you and this cutie" you reached over to kiss Speedy on his wet nose. He rose his head up to meet your gaze and barked.

" Awe isn't she cute, right Speedy?" he turns his head to talk to the pup.

" I don't know about that" you shrugged again, taking the other piece that hug in front of your vision and put it behind your ear.

"You are love" he says leaning over to peck you on the cheek. His facial hair tickling you causing you to giggle. You slide off his lap and made your way into the kitchen. Joseph grabbed onto your wrist, stopping you from going anywhere.

" Joe?" you asked, eyebrows knitted together. He had a small pout on his lip as he looked up at you with those chocolate brown eyes of his.

He was really beautiful.

" I wanna come with you" He stands up as he laces his fingers with yours letting you pull him into the kitchen. He latches onto you like a koala, refusing to let you go even for one minute. You hear the jingle of a collar and pup steps as Speedy follows you both into the kitchen.

Speedy was a little fur ball with those brown eyes that resembled Joseph a lot. It was cute. He loved to sit by you in the kitchen when you cooked, wagging his tail and waiting for you to give him a treat. He loved carrots too. Any sound in the kitchen when you or Joseph would cook, Speedy was there.

You took some treats out of the cabinet for Speedy. Usually the rustling of treats would get him to bark and twirl around at the sight of it. This morning, he wasn't too keen when he saw the bag that you dangled in front of his eyes.

" Awe, it's your favorite" you sang, taking one out and offering it to him as you kneel down in front of him. He moved his head closer to smell it, licked his nose and didn't take it.

" Did he eat last night?" you asked Joseph, standing back up. You turned around in Joseph's arms to look at Speedy's water bowl and his food bowl to see that it was half full.

" I don't think he ate much, love. Is that okay?" Joseph asked, getting worried. " He was okay this morning when I took him out" he glances down at Speedy.

Speedy was sitting on the kitchen floor gazing up at you and Joseph.

" Did something happen?" you asked turning to look down at Speedy as he looked away. He was interested in more of the cabinet that was in front of his line of vision. " Did he pee or anything?"

" He's been quiet since we got home" Joseph says. Joseph title his head as he thinks about what Speedy did after they gotten home. He had walked off while Joseph took off his shoes and jacket, hung them up in the closet. He didn't really know.

You took Speedy in your arms not really caring about breakfast anymore as you kissed him on the head. Joseph watches as you cuddled Speedy in your arms.

You walked off with Speedy in your arms into the bedroom where you took a blanket from one of the closet you had in your bedroom, to wrap Speedy up. The poor thing started to shiver.

" My poor baby" Speedy was looking up at you with those brown eyes. Joseph walked over to the door, it creaked as it opened and he stepped in watching you with Speedy in your arms.

" He is shivering, Joseph" He frowned as he crawled into the other side of the bed, looking down. But he was looking at you in a different light seeing how you care about the little pup. How you held him in your arms and how much you cared about him.

He couldn't help but smile.

" What?" you asked, noticing him smile.

" You would make a great mother one day, you know?" your own lips turn into a smile as you gaze at your boyfriend.

" Yeah?" you asked. Joseph nodded.

" Yeah" you place his hand on your knee as moved over looking down at Speedy who was sounded asleep.

The following few hours, he still didn't stop shivering. Joseph and you took him to the vet, they said he was shivering due to anxiety. The new home he was struggling to be with in, and he was adjusting. They said it was normal and he would return to eating in a couple of days.

" I was so worried" you whispered not wanting to wake up Speedy who was sleeping soundly in the back of the car. Joseph reached over with his hand on top of yours as it rested on your knee.

" It will be okay, love. He's going to be okay. I'm going to be home for a couple of more weeks. I'll be here" He took your hand and raised it up to his lips, kissing on top of your knuckles.

A few more weeks went by and Speedy was back to normal. He had been attached to you more than ever. Even making Joseph pout how the pup was taking all your attention.

But there was reason why Speedy was super attached to you. He had boped his nose against your stomach for the past week.

" What is it boy?" you asked him, reaching over to pet him. He stared at you with those brown eyes. Your mind went into thinking mode on why Speedy was acting like this and then it dawn to you. You had missed your period. It's been three days since it was suppose to come.

Your eyes went wide as you sat up causing Speedy to sit by you with his head raised.

" How about a walk?" you slide off the couch getting Speedy's leash, he barked happily racing towards you as you attached it to his collar. You grabbed your bag, your coat and shoes on as you hurried out of the apartment. You were particularly running to the store with Speedy by your side.

You hadn't even bother saying hello to you associate that had said hello to you as you hurried to find the right section of the store. Your heart raced at the thought. Could this be? Were you pregnant?

When you got home, Joseph had returned home after hanging out with Wesley. He was about to greet with a kiss and a hug, but you pushed Speedy's leash into his hands. He took notice how hard Speedy was panting, hie eyebrows frowned seeing you rush into the bathroom without taking your shoes or coat off.

He didn't understand what was happening and it made him worry. He knocked on the bathroom door after releasing Seedy from his leash, leaving him to run to his water bowl.

" Love, is everything okay?" he asked, knocking on it. He stopped to listen what was going on the other side of the door. He heard silence. He reached over to turn the door knob only to see that it's locked.

" Love?" he called out you. But you weren't replying as you sat on the bathtub with your eyes closed waiting for the test to be done. Your hands were shaking with your hear racing like it was ready to be ripped out of your chest.

You hated how this was making you feel.

You wanted this.

You knew you did.

You wanted a family with Joseph.

The 15 mins were up and you rose up from the bathtub to look over to see what it says. Tears brimmed your eyes as you read the words. Your head hung as you gripped the sink, a sob escapes from you casing Joseph to knock again.

" Love, what's wrong?" your hand hesitantly reached up to open it. Joseph turned the door, almost throwing it open as he takes in the image of you gripping the sink. He sees your hans turning white how much you gripped it but his eyes settle on the pregnancy test that is laid on the counter.

His breath hitches as his eyes go wide.

" Ar-re y-you-... are-e we-e..?" he can't even ask the question but you take note of the way his eyes are wide with his mouth a jar open as he stared at the test.

" yes" you mumble out. Tears began to form in his eyes as a wide smile appears on his face. Two arms wrap around you as he basically tackles you into the tub.

You giggle feeling him lift you off your feet a bit before putting you down. He looks down at you with so much love in his eyes and adoration.

" We are going to have a baby?" he asks, his cheeks stained with tears. You reach up to cup his face with both your hands as you look at him, happy seeing his reaction.

" We are going to have a baby" you nod, saying it as a confirmation. " We are going to be parents" you says.

" I have to call my parents! I have to call Wesley! Oh my god! This is-" he can't even finish his sentence because he's so happy. " I love you so much, I've always wanted this and now I get to do this with you. I-wow..I" he leans down capturing your lips with his. He pulls away with wide eyed as he races out the bathroom door.

" Speedy! We are going to have a bigger family!" you hear him talk to Speedy hearing the bark.

It was too cute.

You glance over at the pregnancy test then at Joseph seeing him run back to you and tug you into the living room with his hand having his phone in it.

You can see he's dialing his mom first.

"Guess what? You'll never believe it, Mom! I'm going to be a dad!"

You watch him talk to his mom knowing you had found your person. This was the man that was your forever.

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