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yenqa · 3 months

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ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : profanity, jokes of intruders, one mention of sunghoons balls (no nsfw just a lil jokey joke), lmk if theres more!

wc : 1145

peace

not proofread!

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“I think there's an intruder in my house.”

Brushing your hair behind your ears you let out a giggle, watching as the door bursts open. Jay stands still at your door, pretending like he isn’t totally out of breath.

Your mouth widens, showing the stream a cheeky grin as you whisper into the microphone, “This guy is obsessed with me, he’s always at my house breaking in and shit.”

user1209820912 : get me a man who basically breaks into my house!

“Hey Jay! I think this person wants you.”

“What?”

He walks up next to you. hunching down to be eye level with the camera. He waves at it, before reading at the comment you’re pointing at.

His eyebrows furrow, “A little disclaimer. I did not break into her house. I walked in to visit my girlfriend.”

You turn your head to the side, watching as he fixes his hair for the camera.

Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, you quickly move away with a flustered smile. He looks at you with a soft gaze, ruffling your hair.

“Hey! You messed up my hair!” You whine, hitting him softly in the shoulder.

“Sorry it looked too good. Can’t have another boy perceiving you.”

You scoff in disbelief, looking straight at the webcam, “Do you hear this guys? This man intrudes into my house then messes up my hair because he’s crazy!”

lilaclavender : i like my men crazy

Bluebirdfly : ME WHEN

Sunghoonsleftball : JAY IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE GAWD DAYUMMMM

Giggling, you read the comment out loud to him. “Jay, is your girlfriend single? How do you feel about that?” Closing your fingers into a fist, you bring it to his mouth as a pretend microphone.

His soft smile turns into a frustrated, almost disgusted one. He scans the long list of text to find the one you had just read to him.

“Sunghoon’s left ball” Jay reads, “I’m going to ban them from your chat.” He moves his hand to your mouse, scrolling up to click the username.

“Jay, don't ban them, they didn't know!” You exclaim, trying to remove his hand from your mouse. But his hand is already latched onto the mouse, his grip tight on the small object.

Watching him, defenseless as he times this person out for a few minutes, you watch as he changes his legs to a different position. You quickly sit up, pushing him into your warm seat before finding a spot on his lap.

He lets go of the mouse, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel a weight on your shoulder which you can only assume is his head, you place your hand on his warm arm, slightly rubbing it.

His hot breath sends shivers down your spine. And it brings the fact forward that you’re sitting on his lap. Jay’s lap. The guy you’re totally, and hopelessly in love with. It all feels surreal to you. You–getting popular on twitch because of Jay only to get torn down by his fans.

stellaverse : if you look closely you can see me laying on the street.

strawberrylimesoda : Literally Hate all couples. Wake up break up

The situation feels old, even if you had only deemed yourself mentally ready a week or two ago. The situation feels like it happened a while ago–like it’s old news. And you were grateful for that.

You could go on a rant of why you were grateful. Even if it was one of the harder times in your life, you were grateful for Hyeju. Who’s listened to all your boy problems and helped you in your highest and lowest times. Hyeju who you’ve known since middle school, who would do literally anything for you if you asked.

You were also grateful for Jay. Because without him you would’ve been still trying to crawl out of that hole–metaphorically–you had dug yourself into. Without him, you wouldn’t have been so happy with your life. Without him, you would’ve never found peace with yourself.

“Y/n are you okay? I can leave if you want.”

He whispers in your ear. Smiling at him, you answer. “No, stay–Sorry, just spacing out.”

Humming in response, he continues to read comments from viewers.

It’s two hours later when you finally decide to stop playing the game and end your stream soon. The clock had just hit 1:30 in the morning, a sign that you needed to get some sleep.

Jay had already gone to bed before you, laying spread out on the bed just out of frame. Every so often you could see some of his clothing peek out on camera, but you made sure to move to cover him, just in case.

You’re talking to your chat after the game, letting the chaotic feel of the stream cool down before you turn off your camera.

You’re so busy paying attention to your chat that you didn’t notice that Jay had mysteriously left his bed until he came back into your room.

“Jay? I thought you were sleeping? Sorry, did I wake you?” You ask softly, watching as he slowly walks over to you.

He takes a sip of the water in his hands, before placing it down on your desk. “No, I was already awake, you’ve been streaming awhile so drink some water okay? Come to bed soon.” Speaking just above a whisper.

You nod, “I’m closing up now.” You grab his arm, playing with it for a few seconds before he takes a hold of your hand, planting a kiss on it before walking back to bed. Plopping on your soft mattress.

You watch him fall into your bed, then looking at your hand with a smile you feel your cheeks heat up as you take a sip of your water.

Soobsleftboob : IM SOBBINGGG THAT WAS SO CUTE

popcornpops : Im not crying!! whos cutting onions though

user203842093 : couple of the year award. I Love them.

Reading the comments you let out a breathy smile, turning to the webcam you wave goodbye, thanking everyone for watching the stream. You blow kisses at the camera before you turn it off. Quickly, you run to the bathroom so you can get ready for bed.

Once you’re finally done in the bathroom, you walk quietly to your room. You crawl on the bed, planting a soft kiss to Jay’s forehead, before laying down next to him. He wraps his arms around you, a warmth spreads through your body.

You remember when you couldn’t sleep at all, when you had lost countless hours trying to fall asleep but failed every time, leading to all nighters that left you acting like a zombie the next day. But with Jay, you fell asleep easily every time.

You were so grateful for him, one reason being that you could only get a good night’s rest when he was laying beside you.

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yenqa > omg literally only 2 more chapters. kind if proud of how i wrote this in one writing session somebody cheer!!

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bryngmemoney · 4 months

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: death joke

Writing at the beginning and in btwn messages!!

🪡Chapter Eighteen: Bro

You looked around trying to see where Megumi was, jumping at the sudden arms wrapping around you, but settling down once you realized it was him.

“Found you.” he let go of you as you turned around to face him. “Don’t scare me bro.”

“bro?”

“Heyyy, you ran away so fast? What’s wrong was I getting boring?”

Oh him. He was still looking for you.

“Is this your boyfriend or something?” he asked, staring at Megumi. He pieced two and two together, figuring that this was the man who was bothering you while you texted him. “Yeah, who are you?” he answered, hoping to get him to back off. “You can just call me Mahito, but that’s too bad. Well, you two have fun then, i’ll leave you alone for now.”

You both watched him get lost in the crowd, sighing after finally seeing him gone. “So, boyfriend huh?” Megumi just looked at you, and although he tried his best, it was still obvious to you how he was trying to fight a smile. “Just said that to save your ass, can’t be your boyfriend after you called me ‘bro’ .”

“Oh my god are you for real?” You almost laughed at his expression. “No, let’s go and get something to drink,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, “and i’m not letting you get lost again, I don’t like weirdos flirting with you.”

“Who are you texting?” Megumi asked, finally recovering from his embarrassment of childhood pictures that you had been showing him from Maki. “Why are you jealous?” you asked. He hummed a little leaning his head into your shoulder. “It’s just a group chat, and Maki of course sending me more photos.” He smushed his face a little more into your clothes, “Doesn’t she have anything better to do? She’s at a party tell her to go do something instead of ruining my life.” You laughed a little.

It was a nice atmosphere, you could hear the music blasting from the main room, but you and Megumi had snuck away into another little foyer room of the house, sitting in the corner on the couch. It wasn’t the most secluded as the rooms around it were still full of people, and there would be others passing by you guys, but a lot less crowded than where you originally had been.

Megumi had gotten you guys something from the kitchen. He wasn’t one much for parties you soon found out by his nature of trying to keep you guys in less public areas. That wasn’t really a problem though, but you were surprised by how much he was attaching himself to you. From what’d you’d previously experienced with him, the only time you remember him being this close was that one time he fell asleep at the movies, and the exception of you helping him into his outfits. You never took him as a big fan of PDA, but maybe this really was moving forward some way.

Author’s Note: thought giving megumi an ex-emo phase would be funny 😊😊😊

made a playlist with songs i think megumi would listen to on spotify lemme know if anyone wants the link

also just wanna thank u guys for all the support you’ve shown this story i really appreciate it :3

hope you guys enjoyed!

Taglist below, feel free to comment or dm me to be added!!

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 5 months

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this idea was super random as today I just couldn’t be creative 😭 but thank you guys sm for all the support! you guys are literally insane!! also requests are open!

warnings: cursing, female pronouns, just coupled things, and fluff

late night onesie stream🧸

alex had decided that he was going to make you play such a child friendly sweet game! five nights at freddy’s. it was going to be a late night stream, so he thought it would be funny to wear onesies while watching you play it. he had an old tigger onesie he was going to wear on halloween but never did, whilst you were wearing a adorable totoro one.

you zipped the onesie all the way up, then putting the hood on. you thought it was so adorable so you smiled a little. right as you opened the door, you started wheezing at how cute he looked. alex on the other hand rolled his eyes smiling, “shut the fuck up” he says laughing. you put your hands on the sides of his face,”you look sooo cuteeee!” you admire while fixing the hood on his head. he puts his arms around your waist, “shut up only my mother tells me that”

we go to his streaming area where I pull out a chair for myself, I look over to alex who’s doing his fake sad face. I laugh a little, as he sighs. I eventually ask, ”yes alex?” he shakes his head,”I mean my lap was an option, but if you want a chair..” he pouts in a joking type matter..I think. I feel some butterflies in my stomach, shoving his shoulder lightly.

he starts his stream, immediately my ears are a little sensitive to his hellos. “HELLOO. chat, listen listen. first off the rat off the streets finally decided to join.” he mutters looking at you shaking his head with disappointment. you look into the camera putting up a thumbs up, with a forced smile. “anyways chat this was gonna be my Halloween costume didnt fucking happen, and she’s this weirdass weeb thing.” you let out a fake audible gasp, “the fuck did I do to you?” he masks his smile from your response.

“so basically,” he turns his chair towards you, “we are going or be playing this cute adorable game. it’s called five nights at freddy’s, ynow like a.. like a uhm, five night sleepover” he boasted smiling. you furrowed your eyebrows tilting your head, “are you sure?” he nodded vigorously with a huge grin on his face. he turned on the game where you see a animatronic bear with a glitchy screen. the music was eerie and you looked at quackity. “this doesn’t look like a sleepover asshole.” he puts his head out of veiw laughing. “w-what the fuck do you mean?! it’s like uh girlsgogames”

we start the game and enter a little office, I can’t help but notice the annoying fan. I turn the mouse to look around the room, “wow. this is so adorable.” I say in complete monotone. he smiles at you, “exactly, even chat thinks soo!” I leave out a shaky breathe when a phone rings in the game. I flinch a little, “jesus chrissstttt..” he covers his mouth nodding, “doing great.”when your listening to phone guy, there’s a feeling of his hand on your knee, using his thumb to calm you down as he’s suppressing any snickering. “okay so you want to check your cameras and don’t leave the doors closed for too long. cause then your battery is gonna go out.” you nod to his words and do what he’s saying.

a night passes and there is barely any trouble. on night 2 you notice the purple bunny is gone. “where did that one go?! Where the fuck did that one goo?!” he looks over at you with mocking shock, “try to find him on the cameras” you groan looking on the cameras, “stupid purple bitch stupid fucking purple b-OH SHIT!!” as you take your camwras off the purple bastard jumps at you, your breath literally leaving your body.

your hands are covering your face, as there covered by quackitys arm. he’s laughing a little, trying to wrap his arm around you. “I’m so sorry I’m so fucking sorry” he snickers trying to dismiss his practically giggling. you leave his grasp smacking his shoulder. “fucking asshole! that was not a fucking sleepover bitch!!” he scrunches his nose hutching his stomach laughing mumbling sorrys. about 30 minutes later he ends stream. you lay on your bed watching your phone, still annoyed with him.

as he was finishing raiding someone and closing out of his tabs he lays with you. he puts his arm around your waist forcing you two to be close, when he starts pressing kisses to the same spot on your cheek. you try to push him off smiling a little bit, “what are you doing?” he lets go, but still close to your face. he talks in a low raspy voice,”are you still mad?” you shrug teasingly, “mm maybe I am” he tilts his head nodding and continues kissing the same spot while you laughed and protested.

tysm for reading!! hope your day is going good!

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part II

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~5.3k

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd), reader described as having hair, reader has curves, mentions of food/desserts, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language, suggestive touching

Summary: The second half of Takada-Chan’s big group date is underway. Or so you think.

Author’s Notes: Here’s the last regular chapter of Idol Fan Wars. Stay tuned for the Epilogue, coming soon. Divider credit to @/saradika.

Previous Chapter | Masterlist | Epilogue

Tag List: @iwillbiteabitch

Todo’s warm breath on your ear wakes you up. “Hey, baby. We’re here.” Baby…? Did he just call you baby?

And did you just get aroused by him calling you baby?!

Right. It’s all part of the act. Though he only whispered it to you. Why would he call you baby if no one else is listening? Before you can analyze it any further, he stands up to exit the bus, you following right behind him. Once you’re outside, he puts his arm around your shoulder as you wait for all the other fans to exit. “Did you have a good nap?” he asks.

You nod, reveling in this unusual closeness. “Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me sleep on you.” You peer up at him to give him a smile. “You’re surprisingly very comfortable.”

“Well, you can sleep on me anytime,” he says, rubbing your arm affectionately. All his little touches are gentle and sweet; there are butterflies in your stomach. It’s not what you expect from him.

Takada-Chan leads them into the studio. You find out your favorite security guard’s name is Haru, and you chat with him as you walk. Todo still has his arm wrapped around you, not speaking. Occasionally, he’ll pull you in a little closer to his body when you start to deviate slightly away from him.

As part of the group date, the fans get to stand on set and partake in an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. As she gets ready in her dressing room, her manager comes out to offer a buffet of food and refreshments. This includes a variety of sandwiches, chips, and even a chocolate fondue fountain. You go straight for dessert, filling your plate with strawberries and marshmallows galore. Todo stacks three roast beef sandwiches on his plate. Still feeling disgruntled about your confrontation with the other winners, you and Todo keep to yourselves as you chow down.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asks, inspecting your plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. “It’s all sweets.”

“Oops, I guess it is. I can’t help it; I’ve got the biggest sweet tooth,” you explain with a half shrug.

“Here. At least have one bite of real food.” He holds one of his sandwiches in front of your lips. “Open.”

The demand catches you off guard. Nevertheless, you obey and open wide. His lips curl into that signature smirk as you take a big bite. “Good girl.”

You look away from him, flustered, as you chew the food in your mouth. Why does this seem so erotic? It’s just a sandwich. It’s as if those two words uttered from his lips unlocked a deep desire in you. Avoiding his gaze, you indulge in a chocolate covered strawberry. It’s messy, sweet, and decadent.

“Is it good?” You answer him with a silent nod, noticing how his eyes linger on your mouth. “You have some chocolate on your lip.” He reaches out to you before you can even process his comment. He swipes the pad of his thumb slowly across the corner of your mouth. Before he moves away, you grasp at his hand and surround his thumb with your lips, sucking off the chocolate. You gaze into his eyes as you slowly pull his hand away, making sure to make a loud pop when you release him.

Under his breath, you hear him growl, “Fuck.”

“Shouldn’t let it go to waste, right?” There’s a naughty glint in your eyes.

He steps closer to you and says in a low voice, “You’re so bad, you know that? You can’t just do things like that in public.”

“But we have to give these people a show, right?”

Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hurt. “Is this all just an act to you? Kissing me, falling asleep on my chest, sucking my fucking thumb like that. Is all this still just pretend?”

“Isn’t it?” you respond, confused by his reaction.

He doesn’t say anything at first, only stares at you with an odd expression, almost like he’s disappointed. Finally, he asks, “Is that how you feel?”

How do you feel? After everything that has happened today, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re attracted to him. The kiss, the affectionate touching, the way he called you baby and good girl. Is this how he is as a boyfriend? You never imagined there could be this side of him. This is something you could get used to. But you and Todo still didn’t know each other well. Your relationship started off as a silly rivalry full of name-calling and squabbling. How can you become a couple after a few chance encounters?

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After what feels like forever, she stammers, “I’m not sure how I feel.”

Todo can’t help feeling dejected. He jerks his head away from her and stuffs his mouth with one of his sandwiches. How is he supposed to respond to that?

“Todo,” she starts.

“It’s fine,” he grunts. “Forget I said anything.”

They eat the rest of their food without speaking, a strange atmosphere between them now. It’s not like he’s mad at her; how can he be? They’ve been bickering rivals up until now. He can’t expect her to fall for him after one kiss and a few cute pet names. When he really thinks about it, he hasn’t been the nicest or most chivalrous person towards her. Checking out her ass and pulling on her braids doesn’t really scream out Prince Charming. If he’s going to win her over, he has to be better. He needs to do something unselfish and kind. She’s already done enough for him, it’s time for him to do something for her.

After several more minutes of waiting, Takada-Chan comes out of her dressing room, ready for the photoshoot. She’s beautiful in a red polka dot dress with her hair up in her signature pigtails. The fans watch in awe as the photographer directs the pop idol to do different poses against a white backdrop. After a couple of pictures, the crew switches the backdrop while Takada-Chan changes into a different outfit. This repeats for a while, with the idol’s outfits equally as epic as the last, classic pigtails still in place.

The photoshoot lasts about two hours. When the last pictures are taken, the photographer and Takada-Chan motion to her fans so they can all take turns getting their own personal photos with the idol. Many of the winners pose for solo pics rather than with their guest.

Todo and his pretend girlfriend haven’t said much to each other during the photoshoot. She seemed too mesmerized watching Takada-Chan. It was adorable watching her eyes widen with delight at each pose the pop idol struck. He still isn’t sure what to think after their last conversation.

When it’s time for their photo, Todo walks toward Takada-Chan. When he sees that his “girlfriend” is still staying in place, he furrows his eyebrows and waves her over. She shakes her head. “You should get your own pic, it’s fine.”

“I want you in the picture,” he demands.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, come here.”

Takada-Chan giggles in the background. “You two are too much. Cuteness overload.”

She takes her spot on the other side of Takada-Chan. The photographer points her camera. “Ready?”

“Let’s do a little heart this time!” the pop idol suggests. She puts her thumb and index finger together. They follow suit.

“Fantastic! Takada-Chan’s team will email this out to the winners in a few day’s time,” the photographer informs.

The singer gives a temporarily farewell as she makes her way back to the dressing room to get ready for the second portion of the group date.

Todo notices his girlfriend clutching at her stomach, taking labored breaths. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, my stomach hurts all of a sudden. I think all that chocolate is catching up to me.”

“What?!” he yells out.

“My tummy,” she murmurs. She looks up at him with pitiful puppy dog eyes. How can someone in this current state still be so adorable?

He glances around the room in a panic. “Well, what do you need? Do you want some water or medicine?”

She holds onto his arm as she rubs her belly. “It feels like a really bad cramp. I’m so dumb. I get like this sometimes when I eat too many sweets on an empty stomach.”

“I told you to eat some real food!”

“I know! You were right! I should have listened!” She buries her face in her hands as she doubles over.

Todo bends down to put his arm around her. “Are you going to be okay?”

Through her hands, he hears her mutter, “I don’t know.”

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Takada-Chan reappears in her outfit from earlier in the day. When she notices you and Todo kneeling, she hurries over. “Are you okay?”

There’s a painful pang in your stomach again. This is what you get for stuffing your face full of chocolate! You’ve always had a sensitive stomach, but this is just cruel and unusual for it to be happening right now.

Todo stands up and explains, “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well.”

The idol gasps. “Oh no! Is there anything we can do for you, sweetie?”

After a few deep breaths, you stand up straight and say, “I think I should just go home.”

“Should we take you to a hospital?”

“No, no. It’s not serious. A hot compress and some bed rest will do the trick. I’m so sorry Takada-Chan.”

“I’m sorry there isn’t much we can do to help you. I’m going to miss you at our dinner.” Your heart beats faster at the idol’s kind words, but even that isn’t enough to ease you from this misery.

“I’ll come with you,” Todo states, concerned.

You turn to him and exclaim, “No! Please, Todo. Go to the dinner. I’ll be fine. Really!” There’s a heavy weight of guilt sweeping over you. You don’t want to take him away from his precious Takada-Chan over a little tummy ache. You grip his arm tightly and reassure him. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just have fun, okay?”

The pop idol can’t help herself. She lets out a squeal. “Seriously, cutest couple ever!”

Todo opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He bows his head to stare down at the floor. What is he thinking right now? Is he afraid to look at you? After a few more seconds, you hear him mutter, “Okay.”

You’re relieved when he agrees to stay. There is no reason for him to leave the dinner for you. It’s not like you two are an actual couple. You would hate to have him resent you for missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Takada-Chan tasks Haru, her security guard, to take you home. At first you refuse, already guilty for putting this burden on everyone. After plenty of coaxing from the singer, you concede and follow Haru out, Todo and the Takada trailing behind you. She sends you off with a warm hug and a “feel better soon.” When you stand in front of Todo, he looks at you with a neutral expression.

“Have fun at dinner,” you say, with a weak smile.

“Yeah, okay.” Unexpectedly, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers slowly trail down to your chin. It’s intimate and tender. Just for a nanosecond, you think about kissing him again.

You turn away before you can do anything. Haru is already holding the door open to the backseat of the car. As you slide into the vehicle, you hear Takada-Chan and Todo chatting as they walk back towards the studio. There’s a feeling of jealously as you watch them together. Are you jealous that Todo gets to dine with Takada-Chan? Or are you jealous that Takada-Chan is going out to dinner with your boyfriend? You don’t even know anymore.

The twenty-minute car ride to your house is mostly silent, except for best security guard ever Haru checking in every so often to make sure you are as comfortable as you can be given your current condition. When he pulls up to the driveway, you give him your most gracious thanks and head into your home. After you prepare a hot compress, you head straight to bed, curled up in a fetal position.

You groan out loud. This really must be karma for lying to the world about your fake relationship. And maybe karma for leading Todo on, giving him such a half-assed answer when he asked you how you really feel.

Aside from the cramping, there’s tightness in the pit of your stomach. You think about all that has happened today. Why did you kiss him? Fall asleep against his chest? Suck on his thumb?! What the fuck were you thinking?! You didn’t do it to tease him. It’s different than the time at the café. You had no malicious intentions this time. Your body just acted on its own. He was being so lovey-dovey and sweet, you got caught up in the moment.

The act. Is this all just an act to you? Is all this still just pretend? The sting in his voice was so apparent when he asked you those questions. The hurt look on his face when you answered is ingrained in your memory. Why did he react that way? Does he not want it to be pretend anymore?

Maybe there was intention behind every touch and whisper today. And not just for Todo, but for you too. Even though you kissed him to prove a point, you’ve always desired to feel those big lips against yours. You didn’t mind him holding you the way he did; in fact, you were comfortable with him. And you definitely didn’t have to put his thumb in your mouth, but you can brush that off as just a little moment of weakness.

Is it still an act if you wanted to do all those things? If you still want to do those things? And with Todo, of all people? The man who you thought was the bane of your existence the past few weeks? As you lie in bed, stomach still aching, you can’t help but feel a more pleasant sensation as you fantasize about him. His sexy smirk, that low growl in his voice. His beefy arms that can engulf you in the most amazing embrace. Those big lips that can swallow you whole. That overwhelming confidence that makes you believe in every word that comes out of his mouth. The eccentric attitude that keeps you on your toes.

Maybe Sara is right. She always is.

You like him.

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He misses her.

They’ve been in the party bus for thirty minutes, travelling to Takada-Chan’s favorite sushi restaurant in the city. He’s not particularly enjoying the subtle jeers and snickers from the other fans, who of course found out immediately that his “girlfriend” had to ditch him out of the blue.

They’re all just assholes, Todo doesn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. How is he just realizing what a sausage-fest these events are?

He sits in the same seat as earlier in the day. It’s empty without her cuddled beside him. He could have sat next to the pop idol, but he doesn’t feel like socializing, much to his own surprise. His mind keeps focusing on her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up their chat. The familiar picture shows up on his screen and he can’t help but grin at it. He’ll never get over how cute it is. The rest of their messages are from a week ago, when she asked him to go with her on this group date. He stares at his phone, contemplating if he should send her a text to check in. In the end, he decides against it. She’s probably sleeping, he thinks.

At last, they arrive to the sushi restaurant. Todo makes sure to sit next to the pop idol this time. Normally, he would be starstruck and speechless being in such close proximity to Takada-Chan. However, he’s too distracted thinking about his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He loves the way that sounds in his head. No quotes, no “fake” or “pretend” in front of it. Just girlfriend. He wants to keep calling her that.

As the rest of the dweebs gather around the table, Takada-Chan starts speaking to Todo. “Such a bummer about your girlfriend. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.” He drums his fingers against the table anxiously.

“You seem distracted. Are you that worried about her?”

“I guess I am. I wish she was here right now.”

She flashes a warm smile and agrees. “Me too. Maybe she wishes you were with her right now too.”

Todo’s eyes widen with realization. Could that be true? She practically begged him to stay for the dinner. Maybe out of guilt. Could this be an opportunity to show her how he feels about her? To do something nice and prove his worth?

“You should go to her.” Even in reality, Takada-Chan is his voice of reason.

“You’re right, Takada-Chan. I have to do something. This is my chance to really show her the type of man I can be!”

She pumps her fists up with a bright smile. “That’s it, Todo! You got this!”

He gets up and bows deeply to the pop idol. “Thank you, Takada-Chan. Thank you for everything.”

As soon as he exits the restaurant, Todo dials her number. No answer. He calls three more times with no success. Thinking quickly, he texts Yuji.

Todo: Brother, I need your help.

Brother: hey, what’s up?

Todo: I need Sara’s number.

Brother: did something happen on your big date? Is everything ok

Todo: I’ll tell you later, just give me her number

Yuji texts Sara’s phone number, to which Todo immediately calls. “Hello?” she answers. In the background, he can hear the sound of clinking plates and the distinct chatter of a party.

“Sara, it’s Aoi Todo. Yuji gave me your phone number.”

“Todo? Why are you calling me?”

He explains the situation, then says, “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’m worried about her. I’m going to buy some porridge for her right now. Can you give me her address?”

She doesn’t respond right away. Finally, she states, “I can’t just give you my best friend’s address.”

Todo expects this type of response. It was Sara who caught him staring at her best friend’s ass in that mini skirt. She probably still thinks he’s a pervert. He can’t blame her for being protective, but he’ll be damned if he can’t see his girlfriend tonight and feed her some porridge. “Please. I’m almost at the porridge shop right now. I just want to bring it to her. I want to do something nice for her.”

More silence, until she relents. “Okay. I’ll give you her address. But I’m coming too. I’m almost off work. I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.”

Todo breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you.”

“You better be on your best behavior, mister!” she warns.

“I will, I promise.”

Luckily, there is a well rated soup shop near his current location. He buys a large bowl of plain rice porridge to go. As he makes his way to train station, he stops by a convenience store to grab a few Pocari Sweats. If she’s feeling nauseated, she might be vomiting; she’ll need to replenish her electrolytes. He also buys matcha green tea ice cream. At the café, he remembers her mentioning how much she loves matcha. Even if her sweet tooth is what got her into this mess, he hopes that the ice cream will be a nice treat to settle her stomach.

As he pays, he notices a stuffed turtle plushie displayed at the window. At the Meet and Greet, when she was chatting away with Takada-Chan in her dressing room, she pretended to own a pet turtle named Nobu. Maybe she’ll like this.

He boards the train heading in the direction of the address Sara texted him, bag of goodies in hand, determined to show her what he’s capable of. Sara is already there when he arrives, hands on her hips, lips pursed, eyebrows knit together. A defensive stance. “Good evening, Todo.” Her eyes narrow as she says his name.

Todo is not the type of person to get scared. This is well known fact. But even he can’t help but falter slightly under this intense gaze. It’s like a mama bear protecting her cub. “Hello. I brought some stuff for her.”

He lifts the bag up for Sara to see. She glances at it, then her gaze averts back to him. “So, what’s the deal? Do you like her or something?”

Wow, very straight forward. Todo clears his throat and stands tall. With as much confidence as he can muster, he confesses, “Yes. I like her.” Saying it out loud makes it real. There’s fluttering in his abdomen, giddy and excited.

“We kissed today,” Todo admits. Sara’s eyes widen with surprise, but she remains silent. Listening. “We got confronted by some other fans. Said we were faking being a couple to get Takada-Chan’s attention. She thought it would be a good idea to kiss to shut them up. Maybe it was all just for show, but I felt something there. I feel something between us. I know I’ve been a jerk and a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show that I can be a man worthy of her.”

He draws a long breath and exhales slowly, waiting for a reaction from Sara. Suddenly, her expression softens as reaches into her pocket for something. A key. She grins at him. “It’s about time. I’m just surprised she made the first move, considering what a horndog you are. No offense.” She jingles the key in her hand. “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’ve got a key to her place, so we can just head in and check on her.”

“Wait, that’s it? You looked so intimidating just a few seconds ago.”

Sara laughs loudly. “You thought I was intimidating? Oh man, I’m flattered. I just had to make sure your intentions are pure. Don’t think I don’t know about the naughty conversation you two had at the café. Or the fact that I caught you red-handed checking her out.” She glares at Todo as she warns, “I’m still keeping my eye on you, though. Better behave yourself.”

She unlocks the front door and gestures to follow her inside. He immediately puts the matcha green tea ice cream in the freezer. Sara side eyes him and asks, “Did you get that for her, too?”

Todo rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. She told me she likes matcha, so I thought she’d like this.”

“I’m impressed. She will definitely like that.” He mentally pats himself on the back.

He watches Sara approach a closed door and knock on it gently. She calls out her best friend’s name softly. When there’s no answer, she quietly opens the door and heads inside.

Todo’s heart starts racing. What is he going to say to her? Should he confess to her right now? If she’s still feeling ill, he wouldn’t want to unload his feelings onto her. It might cause her more stress.

He grabs the bag with the porridge and turtle plushie, ready to go. Waiting for the right moment to make his entrance.

~~~

Sara’s voice calling out your name startles you awake. When you open your eyes, she’s kneeling on the ground beside the bed. “Hey, are you okay? We’ve been trying to call you for the past hour.”

You rub your eyes and yawn. “Yeah, I’m feeling okay.” Once you process what she said, you ask, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you got sick from eating too much chocolate. You can be so lame sometimes,” she chuckles, ruffling your head.

“Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend.”

That gets you sitting up immediately. “Todo texted you?”

“Yeah. He was so worried about you. Even bought you porridge and green tea ice cream.”

“He had all that delivered? For me?”

“No, dummy. He’s here.”

“Todo is here?”

Sara nods with a devilish grin on her face. Then, she gets up and walks out of your bedroom. You hear her speaking to someone, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You hear heavy footsteps approaching. Todo stands in the doorway, holding a bag. “Hey.”

Him standing at the entrance of your bedroom makes you self-conscious. If you knew he was going to be here, you would have worn some cuter pajamas. Instead, you’re wearing boxer shorts and a raggedy oversized t-shirt that has been through trying times. You’re also currently braless. You pull the blanket up closer to your chest. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at dinner with Takada-Chan.”

“I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He stays standing in the doorway.

“Sara told me you bought me porridge. You left your date with Takada-Chan just to buy me some soup?”

“Yeah. I guess I did.” After a few seconds of silence, he asks, “Can I come in?”

Something about him asking makes you feel at ease. Maybe he can be a gentleman after all. “Sure.”

He sits on the floor, cross legged, beside the bed. There’s a small tray you keep in arms reach by your dresser. You grab it and lay it out on your bed.

“It might not be as hot. Just let me know if you want me to heat it more.” He places the bowl on the tray and hands you a soup spoon.

This is really sweet. He’s being really sweet right now.

The porridge smells amazing. You drop the blanket slightly as you lean forward to enjoy the soup. There’s still a bit of steam that comes out when you remove the cover. It looks heavenly. After the first spoonful, you hum in satisfaction. “This tastes amazing.”

Todo smiles as he leans back onto his hands. “I’m glad you like it. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Sleeping and a hot compress helped. And this porridge is really hitting the spot.”

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah! Here, try it.”

He contemplates for a few seconds before crawling on his knees to move closer to the bed. You hold out a spoonful, your other hand underneath to prevent spillage. He leans his head forward and opens his mouth as you feed him.

This feels very intimate for some reason. You see his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “It’s good,” he says.

You eat the rest of the porridge in silence, Todo watching you from the floor. Once you’re all done, he puts the empty bowl in the bag and reveals the cutest turtle plushie you’ve ever seen. “I also got you this. Thought you might like it. You can name it Nobu.”

This is too much. You feel like you might explode from the cuteness overload. He hands you the turtle and you squeeze it against your chest. “Thank you so much. You’re really sweet.”

He smirks, a blush creeping to his cheeks. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans against the side of the bed, hands tucked under his chin, eyes focused on you.

“But you skipped the dinner with Takada-Chan. Are you upset?”

“Of course not. Didn’t feel right to be there without you anyways. I want to be here with you.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a playful smile. “Then, I guess this means we’re friends. Even though you told me we could never be friends.”

Suddenly, he gets up and kneels on the side of the bed. The mattress sinks from his weight as he leans in closer to you. “I don’t want to be friends.” He’s centimeters from your face, though he remains still, waiting for you to make the first move.

Maybe it’s the fact that he skipped a dinner with his “future wife” to bring you porridge. Or the fact that you’ve been yearning to rediscover how his lips feel against yours. Or maybe it’s because you like him. You actually like him.

You set Nobu the turtle aside, afraid for what he might be exposed to in the next few minutes.

You wrap your hands around the back of his thick neck to close the gap. The kiss is messy, sloppy, and hungry. He swirls his tongue in your mouth, desperate to taste you. The blankets covering your body are pushed away, exposing you completely to him. You hear him growl as straddles you, hands sliding down to your waist. His touch is firm, but gentle all at the same time. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he slides underneath your shirt.

He breaks the kiss as soon as he reaches your bare chest. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He’s breathing is heavy. You smirk at him as you shake your head no.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispers in your ear, scattering wet kisses all along your neck, brushing his thumb over your peaked nipples, causing you to moan louder.

From the doorway, you hear a loud, “AHEM.”

Immediately, you unwrap your legs from around his waist. When did you even do this?!

You both distance yourself from each other and turn to face Sara with her arms crossed, glaring. Todo grabs the blanket that was tossed aside and pulls it to cover the both of you.

“Did you two just forget I was here? The door is wide open, you fucking perverts.” She walks to the end of the bed and bends over to pick something up. “And right in front of poor Nobu? You two are really despicable.”

You burst out in laughter. Todo slowly hops off the bed and sits back down on the bedroom floor, muttering a guilty, “Sorry.”

She walks back towards the door. “I’m not trying to be a cockblock or anything, but maybe you two should establish what your relationship is first. Are you rivals still? Friends? Fuck buddies? Let’s be adults about this, shall we?”

She steps out of the room, swinging the door closed. Before it shuts all the way, she yells, “I’ll be right outside if you need me!”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“I wanted it too. I mean, I still want it.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He leans forward to rest his head against the edge of the bed. “You should get some rest. We can talk later.”

You study his face and reach out to delicately trace his scar with your fingers. “How did you get this?”

He holds your hand against his cheek and nuzzles into your palm. “Training, when I was a kid. Is it ugly?”

You smile at him. “Not at all. It’s actually really sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” he says softly with an eyebrow raised. He gives you a naughty smirk before pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It sets your skin ablaze.

“Todo, maybe we should take things slow. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.”

With his eyes closed, he hums in response as he continues to kiss you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am. We’ll take things slow. Whatever it is you want, I’ll do it. I want to know everything about you.” His lips move to the back of your hand, placing soft kisses between each of your knuckles. “I want to be with you. And not as an act.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

He looks at you with an affectionate gaze, his lips touching your skin. Your breathing staggers as the tightness in your chest intensifies with each delicate kiss.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I also got you some matcha green tea ice cream,” Todo mentions, in between kisses.

Maybe taking things slow will be a lot harder than you think.

#aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #aoi todo smut #aoi todo x you #todo aoi x reader #todo aoi smut #todo aoi #todo aoi x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #idol fan wars #jjk fanfic

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leejenowrld · 5 months

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a question to all the mfal characters who aren’t yn and jeno

have you ever witnessed them doing something cute and romantic and thought “damn they’re kinda adorable” ??

wait this question is so cute 🥹🥹

warning - BIG SMUT, threesome implication

donghyuck - once i walked into them and i was gonna leave but i can’t lie, i secretly stood the side and just watched, shit was so hot. i was so turned on

yn - [hits donghyuck] what the fuck?

donghyuck - it was so hot. you can’t blame me. it was like i was watching some irl sexy promo. jeno kept slamming his cock in and out of her, like every minute. i got hard cos i just saw the wetness leaving yn’s pussy and slicking up every time jeno pulled out, only for him to slam in again, and all of these juices and milky strings would attach to his juicy juicy cock and then he’d fuck it all into yn again. the sounds of yn’s wet pussy… jesus. he’d do it through their orgasms as well. i left after 5 minutes but i heard it for hours, these dirty cute animals were doing this all night long. i remember thinking “shit, they’re cute, i respect them.” yn kept screaming daddy and jeno kept slapping her ass and boobs, it was genuinely the best sight i’ve ever seen. i dream of it. yn kept begging jeno to cum in her and me and jeno were both a bit confused cus ??? what else has he been doing the entire night

yn - [shocked, jeno holding her back as she’s ready to throw hands and kill donghyuck] you just stood there and watched us?? fucking perv

jeno - [unfazed and turned on] i remember that hyuck, i fucked her so dumb she kept asking me to cum in her although that was what i had been doing for hours. once my girls hit her 4th orgasm of the session, she starts chatting shit

donghyuck - shits so hot

jeno - next time we do that you can join [winks at donghyuck and blows him a kiss, hisses when yn flicks her finger against his forehead with force.]

donghyuck - [facing yn, licking his lips and palming his bulge] u know me and jeno have kissed before, right?

yn - don’t pull this shit with me now, jeno’s kissed half the people on campus, i know. don’t fucking remind me.

jeno - baby, it’s more like 3/4 of campus

yn - that’s it, no sex for three weeks.

jeno - [smirks playfully] i’ll just fuck donghyuck

yn - [copies jeno’s smirk] i’ll just kill you

jaemin - yeah, i won’t ever tell them but they’re pretty cute and melt my heart

jeno - please, you tell me that all the time

jaemin - anyways, when yn and jeno graduated they both got a lot of opportunities to do internships abroad which means they have to be apart for a few weeks. they’re both so smart and care about their future so ofc they won’t pass up on the opportunities. it’s quite sad but equally heart warming when i see them say their goodbyes. they’ll hug each other at the airport for so long and it’s just sweet seeing jeno comfort her because yn gets really emotional but somehow jeno can help control it? i think it’s a superpower, i’ll hear or see yn crying her eyes out and then jeno comes up to her and hugs her and holds her and they share a few kisses, jeno whispers some sweet shit to her, he just is an overall comfort to her and it only takes a few mins for her to go back to normal.

heejin - once jeno brought me and yn tickets to some play we had been geeking out about. at first jeno wasn’t gonna come because he probably just wanted to give me and yn friendship time but yn didn’t really read the room and begged him to come 😭😭 i mean tbf i told him to come to because he’s also a fan of this play. he didn’t listen to me but yn gave him puppy dog eyes and smiled and worked her magic so he just had to say yes lmao. i’m used to third wheeling them lmao but they were pretty cute that night, they didn’t make me feel sick. it’s the little things they do, the eye contact, yn truly looks up at him and she’s the physical description of this emoji ‘🥹’ you can literally see their pupils dilate when they look at each other. you can feel the love in the atmosphere. it makes me believe that love actually is all around.

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creedslove · 5 months

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There is an edit of Whiskey with the song "Viva las vegas" in my Tiktok likes. A while ago I read a headcanon that says our favorite cowboy likes to sing. Well, I am a faithful believer that not only singing, Jack could be a perfect clumsy sassy fool imitating Elvis and making his girl laugh with all his antics and bad jokes, even if he's not a really fan of him, he could perfectly sing his sweethearth a cover of "Unchained melody" also by Elvis.

A perfect balance between acting funny and also sweet and fucking, painfully in love with his "sugar". ✨

I also thank you for writing of my pretty hot cowboy, he deserves a lot.

I love your fanfics so much and I love you too ✨✨ take your time babe, I hope you're fine and you had been a beautiful christmas and new year! ❣️

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: I love this very much! Unfortunately I have never seen this edit but if it crosses your fyp you can send me the link ❤️ I'm sure our cowboy is very handy and talented when it comes to his guitar and he is an Elvis fan, no doubt about it, so I wrote this short headcanon because it's a sweet idea and also because I need to get back to writing, I'm becoming way too lazy on my vacation, lol! Happy New Year's honey, I wish you all the best ❤️

alright so our beloved Senior Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels grew up on a ranch, during a time where social media wasn't really existent and instead of gathering in front of the TV, the families gathered in the front porch, chatting, watching the stars and mostly playing the guitar and singing old tunes

seeing grandpa Daniels, papa Daniels and uncle Daniels doing so, little Jack felt the desire of playing the guitar spike within and soon enough he was grabbing an old guitar and practicing some notes

it got to the point it became Jack's favorite part of the day, just sitting around the porch, listening and playing the guitar

he also had so many nightmares when he first learned the legend of Robert Johnson and how he had supposedly sold his soul to the devil in order to become a master at guitar playing, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that

the fact was Jack was improving each time more caused his family to gift him a brand new guitar when he became a teen, it's his current guitar and he loves it until this day

and at that same age, he also found out that playing the guitar is something that can attract a lot of girls, being the flirty little gent he was back then and growing into the flirty man he is, he can definitely pick up girls just by playing the guitar

yeah it can sound cliche and corny, but wouldn't you melt if that handsome cowboy looked into your eyes with his beautiful brown ones and played a tune for you?

of course you would, we all would

Jack is a country man, he listens to country, flirts with blues and also rock’n’roll, you can definitely find Elvis, Chuck Berry, Robert Johnson, Aretha Franklin and many others in his playlists and of course he plays some of these himself

something he won't ever reveal is that he's a great Elvis impersonator, and he has even done an Elvis cover show to keep his disguise on a mission and Champ paid a large amount for the security camera footage so he could watch his performance whenever he wanted and have a good laugh

Whiskey likes sitting in the front porch with you, he likes spending time, stealing a few kisses as the lights make his ranch even cozier and he can play love songs for you

he declares all his love through them and even if he doesn't consider himself a good singer, he will sing for you, because he knows how much you love it and that's enough for him to do it, anything to earn a beautiful smile from his sugar

and sure, it can be a little cliche, but you can be sure your cowboy will take you for a dance to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis on your wedding party ❤️

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fallinallincurls · 1 year

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OT Winners & Baby Kisses

a fic?? from me?? it’s been a little bit but this little blurb finally got finished and i couldn’t wait to share it! the whole idea was inspired by a gif set thanks to @tonyspep and it was the cutest thing to write! also yes, beau is an islander here so we’re ignoring the trade lol.

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

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It might be the prettiest goal of his career. Not that Anthony cares. All that matters is the Isles won the game against Toronto in overtime thanks to his top shelf beauty that found the back of the net. His teammates surrounded him in one big hug almost instantly and he got endless helmet taps from everyone for what he did.

But when the celebration is over on the ice and he’s heading back to the locker room for an interview with Shannon, his thoughts are focused on something not even closely related to hockey or the big win.

The love of his life and his little boy.

“Beau! Thanks so much for taking a couple minutes to chat.” Shannon greets him with that same warm smile she always has whenever she catches the boys for interviews. Anthony says it’s no problem and that he’s happy to do it, especially because the fans love these little videos too. “I won’t keep you long. I know there’s a few others who want to congratulate you on the big win.” She continues and Beau nods in agreement.

After going over the questions and trying to think of good responses, Anthony puts all his attention on Shannon and the short interview. The faster it gets done, the quicker he gets to see you and his son.

“I’m here with Anthony Beauvillier, who scored the gorgeous OT winner to give the Isles yet another victory. Beau, can you walk us through the play and how the goal came to be?”

Anthony answers, words leaving his lips in a coherent way and he can’t help but smile thinking back on the goal that doesn’t seem like it just happened. He lucked out in terms of getting great teammates and he loves every second of playing with these guys.

He’s so zeroed in on the camera and his statements about the game, that he almost completely misses the soft murmuring that distinguishingly belongs to a toddler. But he listens to Shannon and tries to tell himself it’s not who he thinks it is.

“We heard your family was here tonight, and if they were, how did that impact your game?”

At that very moment, when Anthony’s breath is stolen away just at the mention of the two most important people in my life, he hears an unmistakable “dada!” followed by toddling footsteps that are heading in his direction. When his blue eyes shift, he spots his sweet little boy running towards him with his arms wide open.

“Frankie!” Anthony immediately mirrors the excited tone of his son as he kneels down to scoop him up in his arms. The happiest giggle escapes past Frankie’s lips and it’s a moment Beau wants to remember forever. He knows that you can’t be far behind and sure enough, he spots you in no time.

Just behind the crew and others passing through the hallway, Beau finds you with a look of adoration and panic on your face. When his gaze meets yours, you mouth a simple “sorry!” even if you both know nothing would’ve stopped Frankie from getting to his father the second he recognized him.

“Sorry, Shannon. Looks like we have a special guest joining us.” Anthony chuckles, adjusting Frankie against his hip. The little boy waved enthusiastically at the woman before settling against his dad’s shoulder.

“Dada win game!” Frankie exclaims, placing a hand against Beau’s cheek while flashing the biggest grin possible. “Win!”

“That’s right, we did win. Good job!” Anthony replies before kissing the top of Frankie’s head and turning back to Shannon. With one silent look, he gave her the okay to ask his son a question which is something he knows will be too cute to pass up.

“Frankie, how cool was it to see your dad score tonight?”

“This much!” Frankie says, holding his hands as far apart as he can. “I yell for Dada when he got goal.”

“I heard you on the ice, buddy. You and Mama.”

The little boy giggles, the sound filling Anthony’s heart with so much love he swears it might burst, before he nuzzles his face into the crook of his dad’s neck. It’s the telltale sign that Frankie has gotten a little shy which only seems to make the moment even sweeter.

“Thanks so much for your time, Beau. Enjoy the rest of the night with your family. Back to you guys!” Shannon finishes the interview, giving him and Frankie a quick goodbye before the broadcast crew leaves.

Before he can even adjust Frankie’s little Islanders beanie so the one floppy piece of hair on his forehead gets tucked back underneath, you’re walking right up to them. The smile on your face can only be compared to the sun and Anthony swears he has never known a love like this.

“Hey, bub.” You say softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips that immediately makes Frankie giggle. “You killed it out there tonight. We’re so proud of you.” Anthony can’t stop the swelling in his chest at the compliment. He usually hates any kind of attention surrounding his play, but from you and Frankie, he would take it anyday.

“Thank you, mon amor.” Anthony murmurs, the French rolling off his tongue so smoothly. “What a surprise this one was! Surprising me in an interview.” He continues, bouncing Frankie on his hip for a moment and the little boy laughs before burying his face against Beau’s.

“I happy for goal!” Frankie exclaims with a laugh before squishing a big, dramatic kiss against his father’s cheek. A giggle slips past your lips at the sight. You’ve never known this kind of happiness before and you don’t ever want it to disappear.

“Well, I’m just as happy to see you.” Anthony says, booping Frankie’s nose to get an adorable smile in response, “And you.” He finishes and pulls you in for a soft kiss that’s full of love.

When the two reluctantly pull away, everything in the world feels just right then. Frankie is fisting Anthony’s blue jersey in his tiny hand as he snuggles into his dad and the adrenaline of the game is still rushing through each one of you although your son seems to be getting sleepy. If this is what the rest of your life will be, will feel like, because of Anthony and your little boy, there’s nothing else in the world you want.

“C’mon bubs, Daddy needs to get changed so we can go home and you’re getting tired.” You prompt, reaching over to transfer the toddler to your arms. But before Frankie can respond or Anthony can hand him over, you hear someone yelling as they turn the corner towards where you’re standing.

“Beau! Dude, where have you been?” Barzy calls out before he takes in the scene. “Hey, Y/N! And Frankie! What’s up, little guy?” Mat says with excitement, holding out a fist for Frankie to fist bump.

“Unca Maty!” Your son almost squeals and Anthony has no choice but to put him down so he can toddle over to his best friend on the team.

“I didn’t know you two would be here.” Mat continues with a smile as kneels down to Frankie’s level before picking him up. “Dad scored a goal just for you, Frankie, huh?”

“Yeah! You score too!” Frankie replies, beaming while gently patting Mat’s cheeks. You can’t help but laugh at the scene and you lean into Anthony for a moment, just watching the little boy who you both love so much interact with one of your closest friends.

“Wanna go say hi to the boys? They would be thrilled to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie cheers in response to Mat’s question and you only shake your head before Mat promises he’ll be back with him soon.

“I should go supervise. Make sure nothing crazy happens.” Anthony says quietly, hands finding your hips and his gaze never breaks away from you. It’s almost as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“That would be a good idea. Plus the faster we get home, the faster Frankie goes down for bed and the faster we celebrate, yeah?” Anthony’s eyes go wide as you keep talking and your voice begins getting softer and softer. OT winner or not, you still would’ve wanted to celebrate him but you already had the perfect thing in mind.

“I’ll make sure Mat doesn’t hog him for too long.” Beau smirks, kissing you deeply before heading towards the locker room. And as you’re standing there shaking your head as he runs away with a dopey smile on his face, you know you couldn’t be any happier.

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We had dinner at the food stall behind the gallery, talking about everything and nothing. Paul asked about my costumes and I showed him some of my cosplays and even a few original designs on my phone. He could name every single character I’d done, and I was quite thrilled to discover that he was just as much of a geek as I was. I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, considering the kind of roles he played.

He told me he’d loved comics and superheroes since he was a child, so when the casting call for a live-action Llama Man series went out he had jumped at the chance even though he knew the risk.

And he’d been right. By the time the series ended, he was too established as Llama Man and casting directors were passing him over for more serious roles.

He didn’t seem to mind that much though. He said that being a lead actor was hard work and he much preferred smaller roles where he could have some more creative input. These days, he mostly worked on Llama Man: The Animated Series and a few other voice acting gigs.

After the gallery closed, we found ourselves on a bench outside. The night was warm. I didn’t feel like going back to my apartment yet, and Paul didn’t seem to be in any hurry either.

“Finally, the director told me that if I didn’t get it together, he was going to replace me with an actual llama next season. So, obviously I had to bring a llama for the launch party. He did not appreciate the gesture. Turns out very few llamas are house-trained.”

Our laughter echoed slightly in the empty plaza.

“You know, you remind me a little of my grandfather.”

“Ouch. You wound me. I’m not even forty, you know.”

“No, I mean, he was an actor as well. Conrad Richards. He loved pranks like that too.”

“Conrad Richards was your grandfather?”

“Well, he married my grandmother, but he was always grandpa Conrad to me.”

“That’s amazing. I was a big fan of his, actually. I liked how he always seemed to have fun with it, not like those actors who take themselves too seriously.”

“Yeah, he never took anything seriously. In every memory I have of him, he’s laughing.” My voice wavered slightly. “Sorry, I still miss him a lot.”

“Understandable.”

Paul took my hand.

“I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but the truth is, it doesn’t. You just get better at carrying the pain.”

He looked away, seemingly lost in thought.

“When my father died, my mother told me that grief is just love that no longer has a home. It has nowhere to go. So, what you need to do is give it a new home. Surround yourself with friends and family. Love the ones you have left even harder. It doesn’t make the grief go away, but they will help you carry it.”

He cleared his throat and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. I immediately missed the warmth.

“Thank you, Paul. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome. Julia.”

We sat in silence for a moment. Then, he looked at his watch and smiled at me, back to his cheerful self.

“Sadly, as much as I’d love to, we can’t sit here and chat all night. I have to catch a flight back to the Valley in the morning. So unless you feel like walking me to my hotel to make sure I don’t get lost, we should probably part ways.”

“Sure. Where’s your hotel, then?”

He hesitated, his eyes searching my face.

“ZenView Heights. But -“

I leapt to my feet. “It’s this way.”

Paul grabbed my wrist and looked at me with a serious expression.

“Julia, it was a joke. And that’s way too far to walk. Are you really sure about coming back to my hotel?”

I tried to listen for that little voice in my head, the one that was supposed to warn me when I was about to do something stupid, but there was only silence.

And Paul.

I nodded, slightly surprised at myself. Paul sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing any more,” he muttered as we walked to the street to find a taxi.

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #paul romeo #cw: grief #my sincerest apologies to all you Conrad fans out there

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Home Is Wherever You Are P1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You jump in front of an explosive device to protect Adrian from the blast and end up getting separated from him with no way back.

Warnings: mentions of trafficking, mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: In July I started cooking up a new idea with the help of my friend @countlambula and what was originally meant to be a 2 parter moved to a 4 parter and somehow I ended with 7 parts?! Not quite sure how that happened! I’m very excited to share what I spent a huge part of my summer working on. I hope you guys enjoy!! Also despite the main ship being Adrian x Reader there is A LOT of platonic!Chris content in this fic so I really do hope Chris fans can read and enjoy this! I loved getting into the thick of Chris’ backstory for this! All of the 11th Street Kids have their own importance in this series, but it is very Adrian and Chris centric. Please enjoy!!

“I love you.” You sighed in relaxation, smiling as you were gently woken up by your boyfriend.

“Well somebody has to.” Adrian joked.

“Shut up!” You lightly hit him on the chest, laughing.

“Never.” He smiles, kissing you. You could look at his beautiful, infectious smile for hours. Your phones both buzz at the same time, an indication that it’s probably a text in the 11th Street Kids chat because you both got it.

“Didn’t we just get home from a mission?” You groan.

“There’s no time to rest for super badass super cool heroes, babe.” Adrian kisses you on the cheek quickly before getting out of bed.

“Okay, but if we have to pair up there is no way in hell I’m going with Chris again. Last time he told me I looked like his sexy babysitter growing up. Like who the fuck says that? Our lives aren’t some shitty porno and it’s almost like he doesn’t even give a fuck that we’re dating.” You sigh.

“Yeah he constantly tells me that you’re way out of my league. I think his exact words were I’m in little league and you’re on major leagues, but I don’t know. I was never on the bowling team.”

“I think he meant baseball, honey.” You smile at him, finding his little knowledge of sports cute.

“That might actually make more sense with his home run and base metaphors! It took me way too long to figure out what that shit meant. Why can’t people just say what they mean?” He questions.

“Because they’re trying too hard to sound smart. I think sometimes not saying things they actually mean, but understanding that’s not exactly what they meant makes them feel smarter. They don’t know lots of facts like you do and they definitely can’t come up with intricate strategies either.” You smile at him, taking his hand in yours. You watch his smile grow, but there’s something more behind his eyes. He seems moved.

“How do you always do that?” He asks.

“What?”

“How do you always make me feel so smart and validated?” He clarifies.

“Because you are smart. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than Chris and if anyone gave you a second and actually listened to you, they’d realize that. You helped save the world last year. There’s no way they could have done that without you. If it weren’t for you, Chris’ dad probably would have killed him that day, honestly.” As you speak Adrian starts to realize.

“I tried to tell Peacemaker about the gaps in the armor, but he didn’t listen.” He reminds you.

“Well that’s because he’s too deep in his own bullshit to see past it. He should have listened to you, but this isn’t just about him being stubborn. I don’t think most people would have noticed such a small detail like that. Give yourself some credit.” You kiss him again.

“You know you’re like everything to me right? I’ve never felt this way about a person before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had feelings for other people, but like…it’s like I just never fit in as a kid. I just kinda felt like an alien who crash landed here as a baby and I know I’m not, but I just didn’t feel human. You make me feel human.” He’s giving you that look he gives people when he’s worried he’s said something a little too out of pocket or strange.

“I get what you mean. It’s almost like we were made for each other. We’re each other’s rocks…wait does that sound too cheesy?” You look at him, blushing.

“No! I love rocks! I had a rock collection when I was a little kid!” You giggle at how cute he is.

“Me too! My mom would find rocks in the machine every time she did laundry because I would stuff my pockets!” You tell him and you both laugh. Then your phones go off again, interrupting your good morning. You sigh. “Harcourt’s gonna kill us if we’re late.” You kiss him one more time before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

“Let her kill us.” He laughs, smirking, following you to the shower.

Several hours later you found yourself sneaking through a warehouse. You didn’t quite know what to expect, you just knew a lot of people had gone missing at the hands of this guy. You figured maybe they were being killed off or trafficked. If you knew what you know now maybe you would have done things differently. Maybe you wouldn’t have even done them at all. You wished you were at home with Adrian. Adrian. You may never see him again…

You were running after the guy when he pulled a grenade on you. Adrian had survived a grenade once, but you didn’t think he would survive again. You on the other hand were testing out new armor from ARGUS that could probably withstand the blast, so you did what anyone would do for the person they love the most. You pushed him out of the way. Your ears were ringing and everything was so bright. You think you hear Adrian and maybe some of your other teammates screaming your name, but you’re not sure. Suddenly you’re on the ground, but the ground is different… you try to open your eyes, but they’re still strained from the bright light and now you feel lightheaded and nauseous. You black out.

You wake up to arms shaking you.

“Adrian?” You question in a whiney tone. You open your eyes to find a construction worker looking over you.

“I don’t know who that is. What even happened to you?“ You blinked a couple times, moving around slowly, getting your bearings. “You’re in my construction site for the new factory warehouse that’s going up. What happened? Did you slip down the dirt mound and hit your head?”

“I- I must have…” Your voice trails off as you try to make sense of everything.

“This is going to be so much paperwork.” The worker sighs.

“I’m sorry… what town am I in?” You ask.

“Evergreen, Washington.”

“I don’t remember there being any big construction sites like this recently.” You try to think of any signs indicating any recent work sites.

“We just broke ground yesterday. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the news.” The worker helps you up.

“I don’t tend to watch the news. My boyfriend thinks it’s depressing. I usually get my news elsewhere, but I’ve been a little busy to read up on it in the past few days.” You smile at the worker, thinking of Adrian.

“Like the newspaper?” He asks.

“No, online.”

“On what? You wait in line?”

“No… like the internet…” You give him a confused smile.

“Oh, I don’t mess with that new stuff. I don’t want robots in my house, stealing my information. You young people always just want things faster, faster, faster.” You tried to refrain from giving the man an odd look. He’s probably from one of the more rural areas. You knew how radically conservative Evergreen could be at first hand, having met Chris’ dad and been told stories of how he grew up. You were just happy Chris’ dad was dead. As awful as that sounds you’d hate to run into him.

“Yeah…” You give a nervous laugh. “Well thank you, but I should probably head out before your supervisor notices.” You quickly excuse yourself, walking down the street. You pulled out your phone, but had no service, so you put it away. That’s odd. Usually there’s dead zones in town, but you didn’t think it was this bad. As you walk down the street you see a beautiful vintage car parked by the side of the road. It’s in pretty good condition.

“I love your vintage car! What year is it?” You ask the woman getting out of it.

“What this clunker? I got it from my parents. It’s only an 81, but I guess it’s getting old now. It’s got tons of miles on it. They just got a new car, so they gave me their old one.” She says, locking her door.

“They didn’t wanna keep it?” You ask in shock.

“Why would they? It’s old.” You look at her in confusion before she excuses herself to walk into the grocery store. Guess some people just don’t know the value of collectibles.

Today has been fucking weird. How did you even end up in that construction site anyway? You must have gone for a walk this morning and fell in, but it’s a little alarming you don’t remember. You could walk home, but it’s just so far. You walk into a nearby corner store hopping they have wifi to connect to. You couldn’t call Adrian without service, but maybe if you could get wifi you could get him a message to come pick you up or you could order an Uber.

You walked into the building and made your way up to the counter. “Hi, do you have wifi here?” You ask.

“No, sorry we don’t sell that.” The teenage cashier dismisses you and goes back to the pad of paper they’re doodling on.

“Okay… do you know anywhere near here that has wifi?” You ask.

“I don’t even know what wifi is. I could call the hardware store and see if they have some.” They look at you like you’re the stupid one.

“What do you mean call the hardware store?”

“We have a phone behind the counter.”

“How do you not know what wifi is? Wireless internet?” You stare at them, losing your mind a bit.

“You think we have a computer here? This is Evergreen. Half the town is poor as shit. You’re not gonna find a computer in a gas station. Go to the library. They just got another one.” The teenager rolls their eyes at you.

“Can I at least use your phone?” You ask, trying to keep your patients with the idiot in front of you. How do they not know what wifi is?

“You have to use the pay phone next door. My boss said this is a business only phone.”

“The pay phone… What is this? 1985? I didn’t even know pay phones still existed.”

“Well some of us again can’t afford a cellphone. Not to mention, my mom says they fuck with your brain.” They roll their eyes again.

“It’s the 21st century who cares what their mother says? Practically everyone has a phone?” You give them a strange look.

“I don’t know what you smoked before you walked in here, but you’re still half a decade away from the 21st century.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You look at them dumbfounded before it all starts to register. The comments about the internet being new, no wifi, no cellphones, the vintage car. You feel your ears start to ring as your eyes begin to tear up. You feel like you’re underwater. You take off, booking it down several blocks. You’re out of breath and you have a cramp, but you don’t care. You keep running. You’re sweating, but you keep running. You can taste metal in your mouth, but you keep running. You keep going. You have to. Finally you reach it. You stand in front of the building, catching your breath as you watch people walk in and out of Henelotter Video. Your heart is in your throat.

“No…” You look at it and begin to cry in shock at what was once your headquarters… or you guess what will one day be… That day hasn’t come yet. You walk over to a newspaper box and grab a free local paper. You see the date says August 31st, 1994. Fuck. You drop the paper, rushing to the back of the building. You collapse on the ground against the back wall of a building that should feel more familiar to you than it is. You remember now. The grenade must have been some sort of weaponized time travel. The people weren’t being killed or trafficked. They were being displaced in time. You sob quietly, not trying to cause a scene. This wasn’t supposed to be this way.

You lean against the building staring out at the parking lot, the parking lot where you shared your first kiss with Adrian. You had just gotten back from a mission that he was a little too reckless on and you needed to tell him how you felt in case you never got the chance again. You look over at the dumpster, clean of the graffiti it will one day be littered with. That was the dumpster he was hiding behind when you first met him as Vigilante.

Adrian… You may never get to see your perfect boyfriend again. He was by no means actually perfect, but he was perfect to you. He was your personal version of perfect and you knew you’d never find anyone else like him again. Now you may never see him again…

You cry until it starts to grow dark. You wonder about what you’ll do. Anything you do could change the future. What if changing the future makes it so you never meet Adrian or what if you change something and it branches off into a different future and you get stuck away from him in a parallel universe? You’re not a time travel scientist. Anything could fucking happen! The only thing you do know is that you’re alone and it’s getting dark. If you’re getting your timeline right, Chris’ dad would be coming out soon with his awful fucking army and you knew if they tried to fight you, you wouldn’t be able to take all of them on your own. They rule the streets in these years. You pull out your wallet from your pocket to find you have enough money to at least go get dinner. Your debit card won’t work, but you have just enough cash. You head to Fennel Fields because you knew it would probably be the only consistent thing left in town. You just wanted something familiar.

As you’re seated, an overwhelmed waitress rushes past you saying “I’ll be right with you!”

“Take your time. I practically have all the time in the world… like 30 years of time…” You whisper the last part under your breath. The overworked waitress runs back to you and apologizes.

“Hi, my name is Diane. Can I get you something to drink?” You want to order a soda, but decide against it to save money.

“Uh… I guess water will have to be fine.”

“You don’t look so sure. It’s free refills.” She smiles at you.

“I- I’m okay…” You stutter, tired. You could really use the caffeine, but shouldn’t.

“Well if you could have any pop in the machine which one would you pick?” She asks.

“I’m really fine with water…” You laugh nervously.

“Just humor me.” She smiles at you.

“Uh…maybe a Diet Coke…” You smile shyly at her. She leaves and comes back with a Diet Coke.

“On the house.” She smiles at you again. Something about her is so comforting.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly-“

“Take it. You look like you’ve had a long day. I know I have.” She smiles at you.

“You’re very kind.” You smile back, taking a sip, letting the cool bubbly liquid trickle down your throat, which is sore from crying.

“Now what are we doing for food?” She asks.

“Uh…I’m gonna be really honest with you. I know most restaurants won’t let you order a kids meal if you’re over 12, but I’m really tight on cash, so I was hoping to maybe get the chicken tenders and fries?” You try your luck and she gives you another comforting smile.

“Great choice. I’ll go have the kitchen whip it up.” She walks away without any other questions.

You stay and eat at the restaurant for a while. Even long after you’re done, you stay and enjoy more free refills just so you’re not out on the streets.

“You know we’re technically closed right?” Your waitress, Diane asks.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll leave…” You start to collect your things as she begins to sit at your booth with a bin of silverware and some napkins.

“No, please stay. Mind if I join you?” She asks.

“Um…no.” You smile. “I don’t mind at all.” Truth be told you loved Diane. She had such a comfortable, familiar air around her. Even in all of this chaos, she felt like someone you could trust. She starts rolling silverware as you sip on your drink.

“So what’s your story? Are you running or were you kicked out?” She asks.

“What?” You look at her confused.

“You just look scared and tired and like you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s none of my business, but you just look like you need someone on your side is all.” She smiles again, hoping she didn’t overstep.

“Why were you so kind to me? I walked into this restaurant with thirteen dollars to my name and you didn’t even roll an eye at me.” You question her.

“Just doing what I think is right, I suppose. It’s been hard for me too lately. My husband just left, so I picked up this second job to make sure my kids will be alright.” You shoot her a sympathetic look.

“Um…kicked out…I guess….” You open up. Being exiled from your time period is sort of like being kicked out.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” She asks. You shake your head silently. She finishes rolling the last bit of silverware before standing up and putting the bin behind the counter nearby.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home with me.” She smiles.

“Oh, no! I- I couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes, you can and you will. I’m a mother. I’m not going to let a young adult with nowhere to go and no money sleep on the streets.” She cuts you off. She couldn’t be too much older than you, but clearly motherhood had aged her.

“You don’t even know my name!” You protest.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

“Rey” You panicked. It was the first name to come to your head. You and Adrian had watched Star Wars yesterday.

“Well then, Rey, let’s go home.” She insists.

“I can’t just stay in your house. That’d be rude.” You continue to debate.

“Then work for me.” She says.

“What?” You question her.

“I’ve been wanting to hire a nanny, but haven’t been able to afford one. If you come stay at my place, while you’re there you could watch the boys when I’m at work and in return you would have a roof over your head and food to eat. It sounds like a win-win situation.” She proposes. It isn’t a bad idea. You worry doing just about anything else would have an insane impact on the timeline. How much could one family affect everything?

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

“More than sure. There’s something about you. You just seem…right.” She tells you. You smile.

“Okay…let’s go home then I guess…” you say as you follow her out of the restaurant. On the drive home she tells you about her kids.

“I have two kids…officially…” She starts.

“What do you mean officially?” You ask as you watch the passing streetlights illuminate her face.

“Well my son’s friend is always over, so more often than not it’ll probably be three boys. I let him sleepover a lot even though he’s a handful because every time he sleeps at home he comes back the next day with bruises. I can’t do anything about it because…well…that’s just how the town is…I think if I said anything things would just get worse, so I keep my mouth shut and put out an extra table setting for supper.” Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as she speaks.

“That’s so awful. I’ll never be able to understand parents who do that to their kids.” You sigh.

“Me either. If anyone laid a finger on either of my boys I’d kill them.” Most moms would be exaggerating, but you saw fire behind her eyes. You knew she loved her kids and she wasn’t fucking around. When you get home and walk inside you see a toddler with tight brown curls running around the living room in nothing, but a diaper.

“Dorian?!” Diane yells through the house. She catches the giggling toddler who has food on his face.

“Dorian Gut Chase! I told you your brother had to be in bed by 8!” Diane starts to scold her son who could be heard from the other room playing video games. Oh fuck.

“I’m sorry. Can you please hold Adrian. I don’t want him getting into anything else before bed and it seems like Dorian and Chris are upstairs killing aliens on the Super Nintendo instead of watching him, which is why I need a nanny in the first place.” She shoves Adrian in your hands. Holy fuck.

“Hi.” You hold him stiffly in your hands.

“I’m Adrian! I’m three!” He tells you just about the only thing every toddler is trained to say upon meeting a new person, shoving 3 fingers in your face.

“I know.” You say back. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to tell a three year old when they introduce themselves, but it’s not like he’ll remember anyway. You’re too in shock to care.

“What’s- what’s- what is your name?” He asks, stuttering out the words, obviously new to keeping up conversations.

“Rey, could you bring Adrian upstairs to help get him ready for bed please?” Diane calls and you remember you told her your name was Rey. Fuck if only baby Adrian could catch the joke in all of this. This is so weird on so many levels.

“I’m Rey, I guess, and we’re going upstairs now.” You tell him.

“Is it bedtime?” He asks.

“Um yeah. You’re up a little late, bud.”

“It’s not late!” He protests in his squeaky voice.

“What makes you think it’s not late?” You ask, as you walk up the stairs.

“I’m not tired!” He says.

“What time do you think it is?” You ask.

“Um 2- 2- 27” He giggles.

“That’s not a time!” You laugh at him, pretending to almost drop him. He breaks out into a fit of giggles. You had almost forgotten who you were holding.

“You’re really good with him. It’s almost like you’re a natural. He’s usually not this happy with strangers. He loves you!” She says, pleasantly surprised. If only somebody else could see the irony in the situation. Freud would love to be a fly on the way during all of this.

“Oh…uh…thanks.” You smile, as Adrian situates himself in your arms, hugging you closely. You would do anything to have Adrian back. Well this is sort of Adrian, but… you wish you had the older version. You wanted your Adrian back.

“I’ll take him from here.” Diane offers. “Check out the guest room. It’s the one at the end of the hall.” She says, taking Adrian from you.

“Thank you. You’ve been really kind.” You smile at her.

“It’s no trouble. You’re doing me a favor.”

You bid your goodnights and head to the guest room. You sit on the bed and think for a moment. This is so fucked up on so many levels. Forget about how you could fuck up the timeline… How are you gonna fuck up your boyfriend?! Not to mention, what kind of fucking ethics are involved in nannying your future boyfriend? He’s fucking three! He’s impressionable! On one hand this is weird, but on the other hand it might be your smartest move. Free room, free food, and you know how Adrian, Gut, and Chris’ lives are supposed to play out, so maybe you can stick to the script of your own timeline a little easier. This might be the easiest way to change as little as possible. You sigh, flopping onto the bed. You pull out your phone. The battery is only half charged and you have no way of charging it, but you don’t care. You need him. You pull up a picture of him that you took this morning in the van on your way to the warehouse, as tears come to your eyes. You open your voicemails and play one he left for you the other day.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring takeout home from the restaurant and we could just have a movie night? I just wanted to know if you were feeling chicken parm or meatballs or if you wanted to just scratch dinners and have me bring home a pizza. Just call me back when you get this. I’m really proud of you- uh…not that I’m not always proud of you. I’m like totally proud of you all the time and I’m rambling again and this voicemail is about to be like 10 years long, so uh bye I love you.” As soon as the voicemail ended you played it again, letting your tears fall freely. After you’re sure everyone is asleep you sneak into toddler Adrian’s room to check on him. He’s fast asleep in his bed. You let your silent tears continue to fall. He starts to move in his sleep. He seems distraught like he could be having a nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna take really good care of you, just like how you always take really good care of me.” You put on a teary eyed smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his head and adjusting his fallen blanket to cover him better. He seems to look more comfortable now. He stays fast asleep as you sneak back to the guest room for the night.

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chicken-fifi · 1 year

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On the Road - Woosung (The Rose) Imagine

Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, I would like a make an imagine request please. Going on tour with your boyfriend, Woosung/Sammy, from The Rose. You can make it all fluffy and stuff. Thank you 😊❤️

Word Count: 705 words

A/n: I'm basing a few details off of some tiktoks people took at their shows that have been popping up all over the place on my fy page. I'll just say it here but feel free to drop links to tiktoks that may you laugh, smile, cry, etc. in my ask box.

You heard the crowd go silent from the wings of the stage, the soft voice of a woman filling your ears as she sang “(I Can’t Help) Falling in Love” slowly but steadily. The crowd joined in briefly towards the end causing an inevitable smile to form on your face as you tried to envision what the guys could be seeing from the stage as they took a brief moment to collect themselves. A loud roar erupted as the girl finished singing, and while there was no way she could possibly see you - that anyone could possibly see you - you still when crazy clapping along with everyone else. Woosung noticed you immediately, smiling brightly as he grabbed a microphone and point off the wings while addressing the audience.

“You guys can’t see, but (y/n) is going crazy right now. That’s her favorite song, so you more than likely just made her day 10x better. We probably can’t even hold a candle to what you just did.”

A unanimous laugh came from the crowd as they began chatting about your name wanting to see you. It was no secret that you and Woosung were dating. While the two of you had never publicly confirmed that you were dating, fans had pieced together that someone was indeed dating Woosung, and upon further investigation, they seemed to find little traces of you in almost every picture he posted. And the pièce de résistance? The one photo that he took and posted without realizing that you were clearly in the background ordering something at a restaurant. They quickly found you after that and were able to connect the pieces very quickly.

He waved you over while you shook your head. Letting out a laugh himself, he rushed over grabbing your hand and pulling you gently. You resisted laughing before he gave a particularly hard tug that had you stumbling into him and into the view of the crowd - who cheered loudly. Seeing no way out you waved for a moment before smacking Woosung and attempting to make a run for it getting stopped by him as he grabbed you.

“You guys have been very curious about her haven’t you?” he said into the mic holding you close. “And you’ve somehow managed to piece everything together and it seems even like her more than you like us.”

“Is it official?!” someone from the audience shouted loudly.

“It’s official.”

~~~

Back at the hotel, you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling listening to the running water of the shower head. Woosung’s confirmation had only caused even more of an uproar from the crowd - all good things of course - before he walked you back to the wings and went back to their setlist. After a rather late dinner, filled with some pretty bad jokes from Hajoon, and much relief about not having to watch everything they said out of fear of accidentally confirming your and Woosung’s relationship, you all wished each other good night before going to your respective rooms to rest and more than likely sleep through your alarms.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Woosung uttered before beginning to brush his teeth as he walked around the room looking for his shirt.

“Just thinking about how crazy everyone might be at the next show. There’s no way no one caught that on camera.”

You managed to hear him mumble a few things as he rinsed his mouth, “...I think it’ll be fine. And if it’s not, don’t worry about it.”

There was some relief provided in his words as you moved over allowing him to climb into the bed with you. His arms naturally wrapped around you pulling you close, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. In the newfound warmth, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, your breathing growing slower and steadier. “I really appreciate you coming on this tour with us,” he whispered against your hair. “It means the world to have you, the person I love, beside me as I’m doing what I love.” Not hearing a response, Woosung looked down smiling softly as he noticed you had fallen asleep against him, a peaceful look on your face. “Good night, (y/n).”

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Chapter VIII ✦ Calm Before The Storm

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Rhea and Dom have a moment again.

Warnings; a bit of smut

Word Count: 4.5k

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A/n: Sorry I took so long, I forgot to post this chapter 😭

The airport was a bit busy on a Sunday night as most of the passengers that arrived just now were already taking their bags and going home. Among the crowd, Finn, Damian, Dominik, Solo, and Jimmy were waiting as they all looked around for any signs of Roman and Rhea. Days have passed since the duo had left for South Carolina for the events that they were asked to assist, and now, they were finally returning back home.

“Uce just texted,” Jimmy called out as he looked at his phone. “Said that he’s already grabbing his bag. They’re gonna be here in a minute.”

“Good, cuz I’m starving.” Finn said as he sighed while he looked at the time. “Would it be a good time to hit the bar and get a quick bite?”

“I don’t see why not, but we can’t be drinking tonight. Monday Night Raw’s tomorrow and we gotta be ready.” Damian commented. “Especially with Rhea and Roman who are now back.”

“True.”

Dominik then perked up when he got a text notification from his phone. He dug his hand inside his pocket as he opened the message. It was Rhea.

‘Just grabbed my suitcase. See you in a bit. 🖤’

Dominik smiled, excited that he’ll get to have his Mami back. Soon Rhea and Roman could be seen in the swarm of people getting out the gate. He ran towards her and picked her up into a hug which she returned.

“I missed you Mami.”

“I know Dom Dom, I missed you too,” Rhea said before pulling Dominik into a sweet kiss. Roman could only watch from afar in jealousy.

However before anyone would notice (with the exception of Solo, who instantly noticed his expression the moment Rhea and Dom kissed), Jimmy had come up to him with a huge grin. “Hey Uce!”

“Hey,” Roman suddenly said, his cousin giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

“Yo, how did it go? Everything good?”

“Yeah… yeah, definitely.” Roman nodded as the group walked away from the airport and into the parking area.

“We saw the meet and greet pics, too.” Finn commented as the group made their way to the car while Damian opened up the trunk of the car. “How did that go for you guys?”

“You know, the usual.” Rhea was the first to comment as Dom helped her put her suitcase inside the trunk. “The fans were excited when they saw us too, we tried to get as many pictures as possible with many of them.”

“Would’ve been better if we were there, am I right Dom?”

“I don’t know man, I mean, Rhea can tell you that.”

At the comment, Rhea chuckled. “Yeah- it would’ve been better if you guys were with us. You missed a whole lot.”

“Yeah, I assumed so.” Damian stated as Dom closed the trunk of the car.

“Come on, come on guys, I’m hungry, let’s go!” Finn urged as the others began to get in the car. Damian was the last one before he saw Roman, Solo, and Jimmy from the other side getting in their car as well.

He swore he saw Reigns suddenly look away the second he looked in their direction.

At that, he didn’t say anything before he got inside and began to drive off.

The group stopped by the bar inside the hotel to eat some dinner, with Finn being the one paying for their meals as they all sat down and waited for their food. As they did, Rhea took the opportunity to get her suitcase back to her room while Dom accompanied her. Once the two were gone, Damian and Finn were left chatting.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait… I thought we agreed not to talk about it anymore.” Finn said as Damian made a face before he spoke.

“We did… but listen here,” The taller male began. “Even Solo himself said that after the entire thing blew over, Roman still hasn’t stopped going after Rhea lately.”

“What, just because he stares at her every chance he gets? Damian, Rhea now knows her boundaries and she’s learned her lesson. She’s trying to fix things with Dom too, especially now.” The Irish male told him as he looked around to make sure no one was listening before he kept speaking. “I mean sure, they were away for five days alone, but come on now. Knowing Rhea, I can guarantee you that nothing happened between them during that time.”

“Look dawg, I don’t know.” Damian mumbled. “And this is the second time I’m going to question her but… I hope that you’re right on this one. Because that shit should’ve never happened to begin with.”

“Let’s hope things don’t get out of hand anymore.” Finn mumbled, taking a sip from his glass of water.

Meanwhile, Rhea closed the door behind her as she left her stuff inside her room while Dom waited for her. She then kept her keys in her pocket.

“You got that suitcase from Zelina?” Dom asked her as they both walked down the hallway.

“Yeah, since my dress wouldn’t fit in mine then we decided to switch suitcases.” Rhea told him, folding her hands inside her pockets. “And so? How did everything go while I was gone?”

“It went well, actually.” Dom told her, omitting the fight with Jey. “Well aside from the whole tag title issue—“

“No, no, I don’t mean any of that.” Rhea interrupted him as they paused in their steps. “I meant… how did it go while I wasn’t around?”

Don furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know, have… have you changed your mind about us?” She mumbled as she faced him, seeking an answer from him.

At that, Dom pondered. He then sighed as he looked down at her and spoke. “Well, I haven’t. Have you?”

“… No. No, I haven’t. Not even for a single second.” She told him softly as she held his hand, her gaze meeting his. “I… I want to continue on with this, Dom. I really do. I want us to move on past everything and go back to how we were.”

A small smile appeared on his face before he held her hand back. “Me too.” He felt her remove her hand away from his only to cup his cheek as her thumb caressed it slightly.

“I missed you, you know?”

“I missed you, too, Mami.”

She smiled warmly before they both shared a kiss, with her cupping his face as he held his hands around her waist.

The elevator doors opened as they shared their moment together, unaware of who was coming out with a neck-pillow that Rhea had accidentally forgotten back at the airport. Somehow it was mistakenly placed inside Roman’s suitcase and when he found it, he realized that it wasn’t his, but Rhea’s.

It was then that he saw the two kissing that he paused in his own tracks

At that moment, he only mentally debated on doing one thing: either just walk away back to his room and give her neck pillow later when she wasn’t occupied, or interrupt them and give it back to her anyways.

And by god, he wanted to do the second option, because at this rate he couldn’t stand watching this sight in front of him.

However, he decided to discard all thought away as he pretended that he was not standing there the entire time as he approached the two and cleared his throat. Causing the two to break away and face him.

“Sorry, excuse me— but, you dropped this back at the airport. I was gonna find you but I couldn’t look for you after we all left, so.” He gave the neck pillow back to Rhea.

At first, Rhea seemed hesitant for a split second before she only nodded and took it from his grasp. “Yeah- thanks,” she mumbled, looking at Roman who had an unreadable expression on his face.

However, he only nodded his head before he turned and walked away and back to his own room.

Rhea could only watch him leave before she shook her head and turned her attention back on Dom, who was witness to the short interaction, though he looked at Rhea with concern.

“Mami? Is everything alright?”

Rhea was silent for a few seconds, before she placed a hand on Dom’s shoulder and looked at him and spoke. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s been a long flight and I really want to rest.”

“Oh, well, I can go and buy dinner and bring it here if you want. You know, for the both of us.”

At that, Rhea looked at him in surprise. When she did, Dom blinked before he realized what he said as he paused momentarily. “Unless you don’t want to then—“

“No, no, I do, it’s just—“ She blurted out then paused and began to reconsider the thought. “Do you… want to spend the night with me?”

At the question, he looked at her. “Well, I mean, if you want to then—“

“Yes, yes I do.” Rhea replied more confidently without a second thought as she got her keys from her pocket. “It’s been a while anyways—“

“Okay- um, let me just grab a quick bite, do you want anything?”

“No thanks, I’ll be alright.” She reassured him as she unlocked the door. Don nodded as he then went to the elevator to go down the bar to buy his dinner while Rhea waited for him in her room.

Dom had finally arrived at the bar downstairs when he saw Finn and Damian talking and eating before the latter stood up. He watched as Finn nodded at him while he continued eating before he turned and began to leave the bar. When he did, he noticed Dom walking in.

“Hey, all good?” Damian asked him. “Where’s Rhea?”

“She’s resting up, I’m just gonna buy food to go and spend some time with her.” He told him. At that, Damian blinked in surprise before a smile appeared on his face.

Dom realized what this meant as he gave him a look. “Damian, it’s not—“

“Oh no, no,no, chill, no he dicho nada.” He quickly said as he chuckled and patted Dom’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m just taking things slow with her, okay?” Dom quickly told him as he raised his hands in defense. “We both agree to start all over again after… you know, everything.”

At that, Damian understood. “I get it.” He told him.

“Hey Damian.” Dom began as he seemed to ponder. “… you trust Rhea, right?”

At the question, Damian stood there in confusion as he looked at the younger male before him. “Yeah… yeah, of course I do.” He mumbled as he crossed his arms. “Why? Do you trust her?”

“Yeah- I do, it’s just… I’m worried about her, Damian, you know? After everything that happened…”

“Hey. It’s gonna be alright.” Damian reassured him as they both walked inside the bar back together. “If Rhea asked you for a second chance then it means something. She genuinely cares about you, a lot.”

As he said this, Dom slowly gave a nod as he understood what he meant. “I know, but…”

“Hey. Don’t start getting any doubts, man. The more you do, the less your chances are of fixing things with her.” Damian quickly told him. “Now, I’ll need you to go up there and I’m gonna need both of you to be the Rhea and Dom that I know you guys are. Talk things out, set a plan, rules, anything just that you both can be happy again. Alright?”

“Alright,” Dom smiled, “Thanks man.”

“Don’t mention it.” Damian once again parted his shoulder as Dom ordered his food while Damian began to walk away from the bar.

When he did, he saw the elevator doors open and noticed Roman coming out. He watched as the champion looked around before he walked all the way to the back, right where the pool and lounge area was.

At that moment, Damian pondered as he remembered Solo’s words from days ago. He then looked back at the bar to see that Finn and Dom were talking as Dobm waited for his food before looking back at the direction Roman went. Taking the opportunity, Damian decided to follow him.

He needed to have a chat with Reigns.

“So it’s true? They want the titles to be split?” Roman asked over the phone as he spoke with Paul, sitting on one of the chairs near the pool.

“Yes, my Tribal Chief, but get this,” Paul spoke to him. “I was able to arrange a meeting regarding this after Crown Jewel. It took me a while, but I was able to convince Nick and Pearce regarding this issue, and they will be letting Triple H know about this. Apparently they were supposed to let us know after Crown Jewel, but the issue was that it was never meant to be known to anyone else other than you, the Bloodline, and the Judgement Day. Given that you were the one who gave the authorization to unify the tag titles, you also have a say on this decision. So, basically, both Nick and Pearce want your input before they announce or do anything.”

“Wiseman, let me remind you something. Right now, the Bloodline isn’t the one holding those titles. It's the Judgement Day.” Roman recalled as he shifted in his seat while looking around to make sure no one was listening. “If they want my input on that, it’s going to be a big no.”

“Yes, yes, I understand completely.” Paul quickly agreed. “The thing is that we need to remind them that anything that is being instructed or told to them needs to go through you first. And that’s what they’re not understanding, my Tribal Chief.”

“Exactly. Which is why that meeting is going to happen.” Roman quickly told him. “I don’t give a damn what they think. The next time they want to try and screw the Bloodline and the Judgement Day over, they’re gonna have to go through me first.”

“About that… shouldn’t Miss Ripley also be informed about this too? I mean- yes, you work with her, but she’s technically the leader of the Judgement Day, and with you being the leader of the Bloodline especially with both groups basically unified…”

“I’ll let her know, too. Don’t worry about that. For now, I just need you to make sure Nick and Pearce get the message and not say a single word about the titles until we get to that meeting.” As he said this, Roman saw from the corner of his eye someone approach. He turned his head, noticing it was none other than Damian, and from what he could tell, he wanted to speak to him.

Sighing, Roman turned back to his phone. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. If there’s any updates, shoot me a text. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he hung up, keeping the phone inside his pocket before he stood up as Damian had already approached him.

“Priest,” Roman greeted as he folded his hands inside his pockets. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well…” Damian casually spoke as he crossed his arms. “I’m not that tired yet, so I figured I’d stay up for a bit. We need to talk.”

“About what?” Roman asked, curious as to what the other male wanted to discuss.

“Look, I know I already told you to back off from Rhea,” Damian began, “But… I’ve been getting this weird vibe from you lately, especially ever since you both came back from South Carolina. And if I’m being honest, I don’t know how to describe it. But it worries me, because I’m starting to think that you’re not being a man of your word.”

It was only quiet for a few seconds as Roman looked down at first before he rubbed his face as he looked up at Damian, giving his statement to him. “Look, Damian. Like I’ve said before, what happened between me and Ripley was a mistake. And I guarantee you that nothing is going on, at all.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Do you really think I’d be lying to you right now?” Roman asked him.

Damian only stared at him before he began to think of his next choice of words before he spoke. “I’m hoping that you are not. Because right now, we need to focus on what’s going to happen to all of us next.”

“Fine by me. As I said, I only say the truth and the truth only.”

“… alright.”

With that, Damian turned and began to walk away.

“Oh, before I forget,” Roman suddenly called out as Damian paused and turned to him. “I just got off with Paul on the phone. You guys might expect a meeting after Crown Jewel regarding the tag titles.”

“… so the rumors are true?”

“Unfortunately yes,” He explained as he sat back down on his chair. “But I told Paul to let Nick and Pearce know that I told him to not mention anything until that meeting happens. Because they want my input on it and all I’m going to tell them is that they should be advising you guys rather than not saying a word about it to you directly.”

“… but out of curiosity, if it was your input only, would you allow the titles to be split?”

“Hell no.” Roman quickly said, taking a sip from his drink. “I was the one that unified them in the first place. They got unified, so they stay unified, no matter what.”

Damian pondered over his words as he looked at him. Ever since the deal was made, Roman was someone who was more than willing to uplift the Judgement Day, as well as someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to remain on top. Even if it was with the help from his own blood or from the Judgement Day themselves.

And to be fair, Damian would hate to see the deal being off some day. Which is something that he hoped wouldn’t happen.

“I’ll let the others know about this, but if you want, you can let them know too in advance.” Roman told him as he stood and took his empty glass. “I’m gonna rest up. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… see you.” Damian mumbled as Roman walked away while he remained alone. He stood there for a few minutes before he suddenly heard a text notification from his phone. Blinking, he got his phone out from his pocket and opened up a certain text message.

He only read it immediately before he then looked around and replied back to the message. Afterwards, he kept the phone in his pocket before he went back inside the hotel, just after agreeing to meet with a certain someone at the bar.

“You guys really killed it on that meet and greet though.” Dom said to Rhea as the two laid down in bed in her room while she showed him several pictures from South Carolina. “How long did you guys have to be there for?”

“Five hours.” Rhea explained to him before he gave her phone back. “Compared to other meet and greets, this one was the longest I’ve been in so far. I’m telling you though, you guys should’ve been there.” She insisted as she took a french fry from his plate and ate it.

At that, he shifted a bit on the bed to face her. “You’re saying that you were bored out there without us?”

“Oh, definitely.” She quickly said as she sat up and her back was leaning against the bed frame. “I felt like I was talking to a brick wall sometimes. Plus, I… honestly missed this.” She mumbled, gesturing at herself and Dom.

At that, Dom gazed at her before he closed up the food container as he stood up and went to put it away. He then came back shortly as he sat down beside her. “I missed this too, and… I wish we do this more often now that we’re fixing this.”

“We will,” she mumbled as she held his hand and gazed at him, “Only if you’re up to it.”

She cupped his cheek as she said this while he leaned against her touch. As he did, Dom gazed at her softly as he also kissed her palm.

Rhea smiled softly at the gesture. However, something in the back of her mind was yelling at her that this reminded her of something- or someone- but she immediately discarded the thought away. She leaned closer before she kissed him, cupping his face as she did so while Dom held an arm around her waist. Dom then pulled Rhea into his lap to straddle him.

“Are you sure you want to keep going, Dom Dom? I know you said you wanted to take things slow.”

“Yes, I want to keep going. I know I said to take it slow but let’s just consider this as make up sex, please?” Dom panted. Rhea chuckled at his desperate state and began to kiss him again. She took her shirt off while Dom admired her body like he always did.

“You're so beautiful mami.” Rhea smiled.

“Thank you, baby. You are so beautiful too.” Dom flushed at the compliment. Rhea took off the rest of her clothes as well as Dominik’s and began to kiss down his body. She went down towards his waist until he stopped her.

“Wait, mami, I wanna taste you, please?” Rhea nodded in agreement before Dom flipped them over. He kissed her face then down her jawline to her neck then he paused for a second.

Were those…hickeys?

She wouldn’t lie to him again…would she?

“Dom?”

“Yes?”

“Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”

“No, no, I’m fine…” He continued his way down, between her legs. He took his time licking up her folds, savoring her sweet taste that he missed dearly. While Rhea moaned in pleasure, her mind took her back to a certain someone and how good that person made her feel, but rushed that thought away immediately because now she was with Dom. She wanted to fix things with Dom. She wanted to stay with Dom, right?

Roman was in his room on his phone reading some emails when he got a text from none other than the irresistible force, Nia Jax. Roman, confused, opened the text.

When he did, however, he was met with a video that she had sent. It was a video of him and Rhea walking up to the hotel after they got off from their rental car, then suddenly Rhea leaned in to whisper something in his ear (which he knew what it was at that moment), before he was seen chuckling and going inside the hotel with her. From what he could tell, this video was taken from a distance.

Then he saw her text:

‘Someone sent me this. Would be a shame if I exposed this tomorrow during Monday Night Raw…🤭.’

At the text, he sat up and looked at it for a few minutes.

How the fuck did she find out and who sent that to her in the first place?

Immediately, he stood up from the bed, debating on whether he should call and confront her or not. Then the thought of Rhea popped into his head and before he knew it he was calling her.

Meanwhile, Rhea laid comfortably by Dom’s side as he was spooning her in his sleep. She tried to slowly let herself drift away as she was moments away from sleeping before she suddenly heard her phone vibrate at the table lamp beside her. Blinking in confusion and wondering who would call her this late, she slowly and carefully removed Dom’s arm away from her waist before she grabbed her phone.

She wanted to hang up as she rubbed her forehead when she saw who the caller was. Roman.

She took a deep breath before she took Dom’s shirt and her pair of panties from the floor as she quickly put them on before she quietly went to the bathroom with her phone in hand and closed the door quietly, locking it in the process before she answered Roman’s call.

“This better be a good reason to wake me up.” She told him in a low tone, yet firmly.

“Nia Jax knows.”

At the sudden statement, Rhea paused as she blinked a few times. “… Excuse me? Knows about what?”

“About what we did in South Carolina. And she has evidence, she’s also threatening to expose that evidence tomorrow at Raw.”

At that, Rhea’s expression immediately changed as she spoke quietly and paced around the bathroom. “Well then, are you going to do something about it? You both are related- make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”

“I’m going to find her first thing in the morning—“

“I don’t mean later, I mean NOW.” She almost hissed. “Find her now, she should be here in this hotel. I can’t deal with her just yet until Crown Jewel.”

“Look, I’m gonna go and find her now.” He immediately told her as she heard some shuffling in the background. “But what I need you to do is to not cause anything. If she confronts you—“

“Wait. Hold on.” She interrupted him when she heard a text notification from her phone, immediately, she looked at her phone, noticing the text message was from Nia. Frowning, she opened it.

‘Tomorrow @ 12 PM, meet me at the cafeteria in the hotel. Don’t be late. Or I’ll leak the video.’

Rhea remained silent as she stared down at the text. She willed herself not to lose her temper right then and there, holding her phone still while Roman was still on the line.

“Ripley? What’s going on—“

“You better go and find Nia, set things straight with her, and make her keep her mouth shut.” She interrupted him yet again. “Because now she wants to talk to ME tomorrow before Raw.”

“Wait. Don’t.” Roman immediately said to her.

“Reigns, if I don’t do it, she’s going to expose us—“

“She threatened you?”

“Of course she did. What else could she have done?”

“Okay- you know what, stay put. I’m gonna go and look for her asap. Do NOT do anything yet until you hear back from me, understood?”

“Reigns, if I remember correctly, I don’t take orders from no one, especially you. You go deal with her now, I’ll deal with her tomorrow. End of story.” With that, Rhea hung up and almost slammed her phone near the sink. She then took a deep breath while looking at herself in the mirror.

She knew why Nia was doing this. All because of her Championship. She’d do anything to make Rhea fall and crumble. But that was not happening anytime soon. Not as long as she remains on top.

She was going to remind Nia who she was dealing with.

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