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fartquen12 · 1 year

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can i have a zhongli x reader where he makes a tea out of his gf's caca to show his gf he loves her pls and tanks <3333333

Valentines dokie dookie tea ft. john stamos

ALSO HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @itsthemickeymousecrackhouse FOR BEING THE BEST SUPPORTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dookie, Fart, Nonconsenstual stealing poop, tea, dookie tea, zhongli being my version of zhongli, y/n, bl00d, cringe, she her prns (y/n), valentines day. (will defenitly offend you if you are a mini ravi/kyle)

*RING RING* "oh fuc- OWWAA" I screeched as I fell out of bed. *RING RING* I slammed my hand down on the alarm to shut it off. "goddamn." I said almost silently. I got up off the floor and made my bed. Thats when I realised it was valentines day! I have a date with zhongli and I look like a poop riden child! I ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. It was so cold I literally sharted. After that I went to my closet to look for some nice clothes since our date was in 1 hour. I saw this brown and black and white box print dress in my closet. I wore it because I wanted to loook like i havent changed since the easter event. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. Brown lipgloss. pink and red eyeshadow with a bit of brown and purple to make it look like i have a disease and pink eye (dookie in eye dont be an asspiker). I did some mascara and lots of hot pink blush so i can look dead. highliter on my nose eye corner cheeks eyes and a lil on my buhol.I ran to the front door and put on my ninja turdl socks and my paw patrol shoes. I opened my front door and locked up after i left. I got into my adorbs car. My car is a red car it is 4 ft tall and 3 ft in legnth. It has orange flames on the side and black stripes. I got in and started blasting... "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" and I have a billy fartgrove funkpop in my window aswell as vecnas bumhole printed on my lisence plate. My windows are fully tinted so no one can see me and I have a student driver sticker on the back of my car!

I buckled myself into my booster seat bc even though I am 18 I am 3'4 uWu. I looked at myself in the mirror and winked. I quickly backed out of my driveway. As i drove out of my trailer park I saw eddie munson twerking at me. I thought that was nasty. I worridly drived because my date starts in 15 minutes and it takes 1 hour to drive to the resturant he said to go to. Its called "dilucs tavern" anyways I drove at 200 miles per hour on the free way and i do not know why everyone honks at me. I rolled down my window and said "FUK U". I mean it is the "free" way right? anyway i drove and drove and after about 45 minutes i arrived. I saw the man from tinder crying through the window at an empty table. I quickly got out of my car and locked it. The sound to make sure I locked isssss..... *fart* Perfect. I walked into dilucs tavern and i was greeted by the man. "OH! Y/n so good to see you!" The man said. "Yeah! I'm so sorry I was late I um..... uh. I got stuck in.. traffic yeah." I said hoping he wouldnt realise my fatass actually slept through the 50 alarms i set. He smiled at me and handed me a menu. As I read through the menu I decided on "fart lard and turkey" from the menu. The waiter then asked me what I would like to drink "Hmmm. I will take a finger lickin poopy ass dookie as potatoe ass green dookie fart penis poop salad beer!" I replied. "Good choice!" the waiter said smiling. It was silent for about 3 minutes. Best 3 minutes of my life. "So uh. What do you do for work?" The man across me asked. "oh! uhm. uh.... well i- um i-." i didnt exactly know what to say. "Its okay if you cant tell me." he said looking quite sad. "No! Its fine! I'm a..... well um.... i clean poop out of old peoples butts at scaramouchers nursing home..." I said. I tried to scan his expression for any thoughts of strangeness but the man didnt say anything. He smiled. "I wish I had your job!" the man said. I laughed assuming he was joking. it was silent for a while till i decided to speak up. "you have any kids? and pets?" I said awkwardly. "Oh no! You know me I hate kids haha." the man said. I stared at him agressivly for a second because I have 10 p named children at home. I just laughed. he looked at me weird but then the waiter gave us our food and drinks.

"Thank you!" I said to the waiter. He looked.... fimiliar. wait. I stood up and got in his face. I pulled his face mask off as he said "MAAM PLEASE DUE TO COVID STAY SIX FEET AND DONT TOUCH ME!!!!" i paused.... "Y/n????!!!" The waiter said angrily! "XIAO????" I said even more angrily "OH FUK YOU" The xiao said to me. "YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW BITCH!!! I SCREAMED! "WTF!!!!" zhomgli said standing up now recording this.. "YEAH TAKE YOUR TOP OFF!!" some random man said from across the bar. I locked myself in the bathroom. I came out covered in blood. "WHERES THAT MAN!!" said zhongli. "I juST KiLled mY eX." i said zhongli threw something in my face it was a brown liquid "TF IS THAT!!!!" i screamed. "I STOLE POOP FROM YOUR SHOWER AND MADE IT INTO TEA BC IM LITERALLY YANDERE FOR YOU DADDDY!" ZHONGLI SHOUTED. "THA FUCCCCC!!!" I yelled "ALSO I KNOW YOUR A BIG FATASS I PUT A CAM IN YOUR BEDRROM AND SAW YOU SLEEP THROUGH 50 ALARMS!" He shouted again. I ran out the bar so fast got in my car locked it and started blasting "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" while driving out of the parking lot i saw eddie munson twerking at me again. "FUK YOU!" I shouted at him. Then he ran faster than the speed of light and jumped on my car denting my ceiling cuz hes so fat and he broke a window and got in with me "BOY WTF!!!!!" I screamed "PULL OVER!!" Eddie yelled. I did as he said. and thats when john stamos himself got in my car and started blastinf Taco farts! I laughed so hard ive never laughed harder in my life. Me and these guyes quirky lil guyes drove off into the sunset and I hope to never see zhongli ever again.

THE END

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anaiscrazy · 7 months

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Requests open for Elvis x readers and Jesse Katsopolis x readers bc yes

Please u guys I have writers block

#elvis presley #elvis x reader #fluff #austin butler x reader #headcanon #elvisaaronpresley #50s elvis #elvis the king #jesse katsopolis #full house #john stamos #jesse katsopolis x reader

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 2

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Eventually Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

In jest, I quietly blamed Dr. Miller for wanting to fall asleep in the second class I was taking at the University the following evening. Dr. Stevenson did not have the immediate, gripping hold on me the way Dr. Miller did. Not only was I exhausted by the time the five o'clock class rolled around, but I was constantly comparing this stodgy, mundane individual to all of the lively traits his coworker possessed. It was unfair really.

I had made it, however. I managed to get through to seven o'clock without rudely letting my head fall flat on the desk in the stuffy, thermogenic confinement in the University's basement.

“Get me out of here,” I whispered to myself as I crossed into the hallway. My eyes sought out the stairwell at the far end of the corridor, though when the elevator doors swung open as I passed by, I couldn't resist the free ride.

A small group of students piled out, each on their own individual device and not seeming to care if they were in each other’s company or not. I felt for my own phone in my jacket as I entered and turned to hit the “1” button that glowed a pale yellow.

“Hold on..” A hand snuck its way in through the large, steel doors that threatened to close, and I stepped farther to the side to allow the stranger to enter. Only it wasn't a stranger - not really.

“Oh..” The one syllable left my mouth when I recognized it was Dr. Miller who was now standing beside me as the doors closed. The word was entirely misplaced and I knew I wouldn't have said that if any other human being had accompanied me on the elevator right then. Except maybe John Stamos.

“(Y/N), right?” His voice was made for phone sex.

The fact that I had that thought even remotely in the most hidden depths of my brain made me blush. I even contemplated what was wrong with me.

“Right.” I gave a small, closed-mouth smile and attempted to mind my own business.

“Who's class did you just come from?”

“Umm..” I drew a blank. His presence, and my instant attraction to him, took me completely off-guard. “Uhhh..” When my eyes lifted to hit his, I could tell there was amusement that lingered behind the surface. “Dr. Stevenson.”

“Mmm..” It was an obvious mutter of disapproval, though he didn't dare elaborate as he subtly rolled his eyes along with the brief, fleeting response.

“My thoughts exactly.” I gave a laugh and looked up at him again, shoving my hands into the pockets of my black, L.L. Bean winter coat. I hoped by agreeing to his subtle denunciation I didn't come across as the prissy, know-it-all type that undermined authority figures.

When the little bell chimed, indicating we had reached the first level, I wanted to make some excuse to stay there. There was nothing logical. Once the doors opened I would have to get out. Still, I wanted so badly to carry on a conversation with Dr. Miller. At the same time there wasn't one worthwhile conversation starter I could think of.

I opened my mouth to speak again but then quickly went with the generic, “I'll see you tomorrow in class.”

Dr. Miller gave a nod and I crept out of the elevator with a deliberate reluctance that I couldn't prevent. A look over my shoulder showed the elevator doors closing again and Dr. Miller’s figure was slowly stripped from my view like an actor on a stage at the final curtain.

I could breathe again. For a second. It suddenly dawned on me that I had never revealed to him my name.

(Y/N), right? I relived the simple, half-a-second question he had asked over and over again in my mind until it transformed from a quintessential expression to a resounding shout.

He has a class list, I reminded myself. With at least forty-something students, I added.

There was no way he could have known who I was without a little investigation. The thought flattered me. Surely, others might've been a bit uneasy over the revelation but not me. Not right then.

There was an unwilling pull at the corner of my mouth that I tried to fight off, though soon a wider grin made home on my face. I still stood there staring at the elevator for a moment and realized the down arrow was glowing.

Down. I stood there for a moment. Dr. Archibald had gone back down where he had just come from. Had he simply taken the elevator ride to…

I couldn't even finish the thought with any sort of realistic element to it.

Cocky, aren't we? I knew there wasn't a chance he had taken the elevator up one level and back down simply because I was on it. He most likely forgot something and went back down.

Big metal butterflies had suddenly made home in my stomach. I was so modest that I yielded any possibility that this could be true. Through my own eyes I was so incredibly customary that someone couldn't possibly want to go out their way to find out more about me.

I wouldn't mind him stalking me. The fact that this was my first naturally-occurring thought had to say something. The palpitations knocked at my chest cavity again and I swallowed hard as the down arrow suddenly stopped glowing.

Of course this was the thing, in all of my exhausted glory, that kept me awake again that night.

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steveheadcannons · 1 year

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some 90s head cannons for steve x reader

- they come down hard on both sides of the door argument after seeing titanic. i don’t even care who’s on which side i just think it would be funny that it is a recurring argument for the rest of their lives that just lays dormant for years until it comes up with a new group of people.

- steve would dress as jerry seinfeld. like their closets would be exactly the same. solid or color-blocked button ups that are a size too big tucked into tight levi’s with a buckle. god damn.

- he would go to the ends of the earth to get you the princess diana beanie baby and you would cry when he reveals it because you loved her and you love him.

- you dragged him to see the lion king in theaters because the lions looked so cute and HE ended up crying. he grumbles years later when you eventually show it to your kids but sits through it. his eyes water up, and your oldest notices and begins to panic and cry their self. you watch as he makes it a teaching moment about how adults cry about things too even movies and you somehow fall more in love with this man who was just born to be a father.

-watches full house with you but gets annoyed at how cute you think john stamos is. like full on jealous.

- dustin goes through a grunge fuck the establishment phase in college that’s both exhausting and hilarious

- steve, robin, and dustin LOOOOOOOOOVE austin powers. quote it constantly, play the soundtrack. you like it fine but find it funnier how much they love it.

-dustin and his college friends and/or the party ironically get into pogs but then it turns very unironic

-robin is very good at bop it and steve HAAAAAAAATES it. they usually only bring it out after they smoke. he will always challenge her and then completely fail at it because of his abysmal reaction time.

-they do not escape pesto mania

#steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader

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lotrefcp · 9 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 15

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3000+

Chapter 15

You left the bathroom and put on practical clothes, already thinking about that day's operation. After a heavy breakfast, you grabbed your things and left trough the door, letting out a cry of surprise. Javi was waiting for you in your lobby.

"What the fuck. What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack. You almost lost a member for the mission today.”, You said with your breath still out of control.

“Am I really that ugly to scare you like that?”, Peña replied trying to look relaxed.

“Come on, we could even be Kevin Bacon. The result would be the same.”

“Kevin Bacon, huh? I thought you would go more for a John Stamos.”

“No, he’s too perfect.”, you said with a crooked smile. “But why the hell are you standing there?”

“I… I needed to talk to you.”

"About what?"

"About what? Seriously? About what happened yesterday before you ran out of my apartment.”

“You don't need to say anything. I get it. Not at the time but then I was thinking about it and it became clear.”

“Did it?”, he asked with curiosity and fear.

"Of course. Come on, you can say what you want but after being surrounded by all those half-naked bodies that were offered to you, you felt the need to get someone to help you, you know, relieve yourself and I was the closest to you. But tell me. Do you use that tactic with all the ones you bring into your house?”

“Tactic?” he asked.

“Yes, your opinion matters to me, I changed because of you, bla bla bla.” Javi was shocked that you thought that was what had happened the night before. That he had said everything he did just to get you into bed. But on one hand, he felt some relief knowing that his lapse that night would not affect your relationship.

"Not really. It was customized just for you. I usually fuck women that I meet that same night so I can't tell them I changed for them. I wouldn't be able to change for them in the space of an hour, between meeting them and bringing them here.”

"Of course. That's what I thought. But look, if you're that desperate, tonight, if the operation goes well, we'll all go party at the bar where you usually go and I'll help you find some poor little thing to bring home. I'm a great wingwoman.”, you replied with a wink. Javi sighed deeply.

“I'll think about your offer later.”, he ended up saying with a defeated look. “Let's just go to work because we have a big day ahead of us.”

"Exactly. I'll see you in a few minutes.”, you concluded starting to go down the stairs towards the front door and getting into your car. Javi soon got into his jeep too and drove off towards the barracks where you were going to meet Carrillo. You started your car when you saw him next to you, but after he left, you turned it off again and sat there for a few minutes, head leaning back. In your head the only image was that of Javi's face darkening in sadness as you spoke. You beat yourself up for being the cause of his pain, but you knew it was better that way. You didn't know what Peña thought he felt for you but you knew that, whatever it was, it would quickly disappear and then the pain would be yours, even having to continue working side by side with him. You knew you weren't like the women he chose daily and he, too, would eventually understand that. Whatever Peña thought of you was an illusion and all illusions, sooner or later, come to an end. You started the car again and took the same path as Javier towards the barracks. When you got there your two partners were already waiting for you.

“Did you make a detour along the way? I thought you were coming right behind me.”, Javi started by asking.

“No, I had to go back home for a few minutes. I had forgotten my badge.”, you said, arranging an excuse in the moment.

“Okay, let's go then, the Colonel is waiting for us.”, Steve said starting to walk towards the main building. Soon you reached his office and knocked on the door, hearing his voice inviting you to come in.

“Colonel Carrillo, did you want to talk to us?”, Peña asked before entering completely.

“Yes, come in and have a seat.” As soon as the three of you were seated he started rubbing his hands together. “I know that you went through a lot of work to find the clue and information you provided us with and that we will only do this operation because of you.”

“You're not going to leave us out, are you?” Peña asked in a deep voice.

“No, you will be part of the operation, of course. But this time I want the three of you to stay at the end of the military convoy.”

“And what is the reason behind this decision? As far as I can remember, you wouldn't have achieved what you achieved in the last few missions if it weren't for us.”

“I know, I'm not saying otherwise. But we really need to catch La Quica and we can't risk him getting away. That's why I want the first vehicles to be full of soldiers capable of catching him off guard. We can’t risk him getting away again.”

“And you think your military are more capable than we are?” Peña continued, his voice a little louder. Carrillo was unhappy with the way he was approached.

“Agent Peña, my men train and work for this every day. What do you guys do other than sit at a desk all day?” Javi was going to answer again but you intervened.

“Of course, the Colonel is right. We will simply do what we are told to do”, you ended up saying in order to calm the mood, not wanting Carrillo to end up sending you away even before you could take any action. Javi's hands were balled into fists, the knuckles white from the force exerted on them.

“So, as I was saying, your vehicle will be the last one and you will be parked in the street perpendicular to the brothel, as a backup in case something goes wrong. Later I will repeat your position when I am talking to everyone but I preferred to tell you personally beforehand to avoid this exchange of words in front of my men.”

“Of course, we understand and we really appreciate it.”, you said as you got up, making the other two get up as well. “See you later and thank you Colonel.”, you just said as you walked out of the door. It was only when you left the building that Peña and Steve spoke again, this time with you.

“Of course we understand? Thank you very much Colonel? What the hell was that?”, Steve asked with an angry tone of voice.

“What do you think you're doing?”, Javi also continued in an unnerved way.

“I was ensuring our presence in the operation. Do you really think that contradicting or responding to Carrillo would achieve anything? I mean, it would. it would have him sending us back to the office. It doesn't matter what position our vehicle will be in. We can take action at any time. Do you really think these men are that good? They are more likely to screw up and when that happens we are there to help. If the Colonel sent us away, we couldn't do it. You have to stop thinking with what's between your legs and start thinking with your head.” The two of them had their heads down knowing that you were right, but without the courage to acknowledge it.

“Very well, let's get ready then.”, you ended it clearly so that the conversation would end there.

It was 1:00 pm when you left the place for the brothel to get into position without knowing how long you would have to wait until La Quica decided to show up. One of the soldiers was left behind, hidden in the foliage on the side of the road that led to the brothel and the vehicles were positioned around the building, away from the main street, where they would wait for the warning that the man they wanted was approaching. Time passed and two hours later there was still no sign of La Quica and the men were starting to get impatient. Carrillo took his walkie to talk to you.

“Peña, are you sure he's coming here today? Have you not been deceived?”

“It's only been a few hours. The information I have is that he comes in the afternoon. There are still a few hours left for the afternoon to end.”

“I hope you're right. My men are already starting to get anxious.”

“Perhaps they too should spend a few days at their desks to get used to sitting and waiting.”, Javi blurted out, referring to what Carrillo had told you that morning.

Your neck almost snapped with the speed with which you turned to face Peña, punching him in the back, close to his shoulder. He didn't even react.

“Okay, we'll keep waiting but I hope you're right otherwise we'll have a conversation later.”

“Always available.”, Javi ended up saying, thus ending the conversation.

“After what you just did, I really hope La Quica shows up, otherwise you're fucked. We're all fucked.”, Steve started by saying.

“What did I say? I just advised a new type of training.”, Javi said with a crooked smile.

“Let's see if that very thoughtful advice doesn't come back to bite us in the ass.”, you replied, not managing, however, to hide a small smile.

It was 4:20 pm when the walkie started working again and on the other side you heard the voice of the soldier who had been on guard. “La Quica just drove by in a black Toyota Celica with a passenger. He’s headed in your direction.”

“Ok, thanks.”, you heard Carrillo's voice saying. Soon the soldiers began to get out of their vehicles and surrounded the building on all sides except for the facade through which La Quica would enter. But no matter how much the Search Bloc tried to hide, one of their military vehicles was visible from the road and soon the target of that operation became aware of it.

"Fuck. The military is here. Let's go.”, La Quica told the man who accompanied him. Carrillo saw that he didn't stop and soon let out a revolted cry.

“Peña, can you hear me?”

“Of course, Colonel. What's up?"

“I think La Quica saw us. He didn’t stop and is heading towards you. Go in pursuit and we will come to you right away.”

After asking which vehicle he was traveling in, you saw him approaching you and entering your street, going in the direction you were facing. Soon you took off and went after him.

“I told you they would fuck up.”, you said in the backseat, sitting between Javi and Steve, with your hands gripping their seats.

“Yes, congratulations. You’re a prophet.”, Javi replied, never taking his eyes off the car he was chasing. Unlike Peña, La Quica did not value the lives of the people on the road at that moment, running over some of them when he had to get up on a sidewalk to escape the traffic. This caused you to be a little behind but on a tighter curve, and due to the speed at which he was going, La Quica ran into a parked car and left his vehicle unusable. Javi pulled up right behind him and the three of you followed in pursuit of the two men. Of course they got separated in their escape so Steve went after the man in the passenger seat and you and Peña went after La Quica. Steve quickly caught up with his man, shooting him in the leg and in the buttock, informing Carrillo of his capture. On the other hand, you and Javi were still running after La Quica when he turned onto a dirt road. You managed to reduce the gap between you, but when making a curve your feet slipped on the ground and you ended up falling. When you got up on your feet again, La Quica and Peña had disappeared down one of the streets that started from the road where you were. Fuck it, you said in frustration, starting to run again, gun in hand and attentive to the footprints you could decipher on the street in front of you. Peña was already all sweaty, his pink shirt, glued to his body, creating stains of a darker pink under his arms and just below the nape of his neck. The drops of water ran down his face, like a fountain that could not refresh him. And that's how he finally approached La Quica from behind and, casting himself at him, threw him to the ground. The two men struggled with each other in an attempt to get on top of the other. After two punches thrown at La Quica's face that stunned him, Javi got up and pointed his gun at him. In his mind there were two questions: he knew they needed him if they wanted to find Escobar but he only thought about killing him for what he had done to you.

“Why don't you shoot me?”, La Quica asked. "Don't you have the balls to kill someone?"

"And why do you think I'm going to kill you?"

“Isn't that what you want?”

"Yeah, but I can't always do what I want."

“The woman coming after us. Wasn't she the one who killed Blackie?"

“Yes, she was.”

“I thought I had already killed that bitch.” Peña felt himself being filled with the hatred he had for that man and he started to squeeze the trigger.

“Looks like you already made up your mind. Apparently it's that whore who has your balls in her hands.” And a shot was fired. You quickly headed towards the noise that had reached your ears, leaving you in a panic, not knowing who had been hit. You ran to the location.

La Quica was on the ground, bleeding, a bullet lodged in his shoulder blade, unconscious. Javi turned his back and, picking up the walkie talkie, he warned everyone that La Quica had been immobilized, but at the sound of Peña’s voice he started to come to himself again and, putting his trembling hand to the waist of his pants, he took his gun and pointed it at Javi.

“Hey Peña.” Javi looked back in shock but there was nothing he could do.

You were making the turn towards the position where the sound of the shot had come from when you saw Javi in the background being shot and falling to the ground.

“Peña!” you shouted as you ran towards him and knelt beside his body lying on the dirt.

"Are you okay? Talk to me.", you asked in desperation.

He couldn't speak. You looked at him trying to find his wound. You ended up finding it in his abdomen, on his right side, where you were.

“Don't do this to me Peña.”, you continued to say while you took your denim shirt and rolled it up to put pressure on the wound. You tried to lift him up a bit to better understand his condition. Tears were streaming down your face without you even noticing it. You took the walkie. “Agent down. Pena was shot. I need help now.” You continued to apply pressure while informing them of your position.

“OK, the bullet is still in there, but don't worry. Help is on its way. You'll be fine.”, you told him, trying to calm yourself down too.

Javi's eyes finally closed and his head fell to the side.

“No, Peña, wake up. Open your eyes. Please." You ended up putting your forehead on his, your tears falling now on his face too, mixing with his beads of sweat.

“Please wake up. I need you.", you continued. "I really need you." And putting your mouth to his ear you whispered softly “Don't leave me Peña. I love you, do you hear me? I love you."

Your head was still down when the team and Steve came up to you and picked him up to take him to the hospital, putting him in the back of one of their vehicles.

“I'm going with him.”, you ended up saying as you sat in the passenger seat.

“Wouldn't it be better for you to stay here to report on what happened?”, one of the soldiers asked.

“I'm going with him.”, you repeated with more tension in your voice. “I'll do whatever you want later. And get that son of a bitch out of here. Don't leave him alone until he talks.”, you concluded while pointing to La Quica's body on the ground, unconscious again because of the blood loss. The jeep started off and you quickly arrived at the hospital. A stretcher was brought out and his body was placed on it as gently as possible. You grabbed his hand and started running beside him as they took him inside.

“He still has the bullet in there. It didn’t come out. I tried to apply pressure but he lost a lot of blood”, you said until you reached an area of the hospital from which you could no longer pass.

“Miss, you'll have to wait outside. We'll do our best to save him. Only after we take the bullet out will we know what we're dealing with. As soon as we can we will send someone here to talk to you with news.” And so they pushed the gurney through two doors and you lost sight of him. It was at that moment that you lost all strength on your legs and your knees fell to the ground. You took your hands to your face to hide your pain and the tears that barely allowed you to see anything in front of you, and you released your moans of pain, surrounded by people, hospital staff, who passed by you and didn't even turn their eyes in your direction. And there you stayed, in the middle of the hall, until Steve arrived to keep you company.

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90s Show Imagines Masterlist

I felt like having all of my 80s and 90s stuff on one masterlist was too much of a mixup. Plus, I love making new masterlists with gifs for all the characters, so here we go. I'm also counting Full House in this because a lot of it did air in the 90s. (Yes, I made this because I'm bored. Sue me.)

The X Files

Fox Mulder x Reader

Faces in the Water

Galaxy Girl

1 Quid Pro Quo

2 In the Hen House

3 The Thrill of the Chase

Spectacular

Saving Grace Series:

S1 E1 No Matter What

S1 E2 Somebody's Watching

S1 E3 The Trade

S2 E1 Three Months Later

S2 E2 Nowhere to Hide

S2 E3 Claws

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike x Reader

Worth the World

Heat

Twin Peaks (Coming soon!)

Dale Cooper x Reader

Full House

Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Carry You Home

Wake Up… New Jersey?

Cabin Fever

Beverly Hills, 90210

Dylan McKay x Reader

I Didn’t Know

Dating Dylan McKay Would Include…

L.A. Devotee

Friends

Joey Tribiani x Reader (Friends)

The One That… Wait, What?

The One that Realized

And an extra for Pedro!

Ricky Hauk x Reader (Touched by an Angel) *this is technically 2000, sue me

Bruises on the Page

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just1riqht · 2 years

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bob saget died??? what is going on 😭

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imaginesbymonika · 4 years

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First love

Part 2

Pairing: Joey Gladstone x reader

“Uncle Joey?”.

Joey who is sitting on his bed, looking over the magazine perks up. His nieces are walking towards him:” Could we talk to you?”. The comedian sits up straight before patting on the bedsheets:” Sure thing.”. DJ and Stephanie trade a look before the oldest sister begins speaking:” We came down here because we are worried.”.

“About what?”, Joey stares at her and he furrows his forehead:” Did something happen?”. “About you.”, DJ explains, and as soon as these two words evacuate her lips Joey's eyes widen and his expression softens.

“Why would you think something is wrong with me?”.

“Because of Y/N.”, Stephanie murmurs and Joey nods his head:” It’s been two months since Y/N came back into our life’s and ... I don’t know, you seem depressing every time she comes into a room.”, DJ adds.

“I can guarantee you, zero is going on. I’m pretty delighted, that a woman is assisting us. I mean you two are going to have some difficulties eventually... uncle Jesse, your dad, or I won’t be eligible to assist you.”, he laughs but it sounds fairly artificial:” Now, go help your dad or Jesse.”.

He leans back and takes the magazine back into his hands.

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“We need to find out what is going on between uncle Joey and Y/N.”, D.J. announces when she and her sister get into their beds. Stephanie nods:” And I think I have an idea.”.

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“Y/N?”.

The young woman that is putting groceries into the refrigerator swivels around at the sound of DJ’s voice: Yes?”. Joey who sits at the kitchen table, jotting down some jokes in his journal perks up as well. “I need some help with my homework.”, the young girl explains:” For my English class, we need to write an internal monologue.”. “About what?”, Y/N takes a bag of milk into her hand and puts it into the refrigerator.

“About falling in love for the first time.”, she says:” And since I am single, I wanted to ask somebody who has been.”.

Y/N gradually turns around and it takes all her strength not to glance at Joey, but she can feel his stares on her.

“I have precisely four questions for you.”.

“Oh- okay.”, she shuts the door of the refrigerator and sits down on the barstool next to DJ:” What is the first question.”.

“What does it feel like to fall in love for the very first time?”.

Y/N sighs, she understands Joey is staring at her right at that moment:” Well, it’s odd for a second. See, to that moment I believed I had felt love. But in that second I knew, that all the boys “I loved before” had been stupid crushes, nothing serious.”.

“Was he a stranger?”, Stephanie who is consuming her sandwich next to Joey asks, and Y/N chuckles.

“No, not at all.”, she clarifies, virtually in trance:” He had been my best friend for years. But I don’t know, abruptly he wasn’t just my best friend anymore.“.

Stephanie can feel how Joey is leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“We were in my room, at home. And he let out something funny. I laughed. And unexpectedly, he turned into my crush.”.

“How did that feel?”.

“Scary.”, she says:” Because I was worried of damaging a good friendship.”.

DJ nods:” The last question: When did you fell in love for the first time?”.

Y/N smiles:”Must have been in High school, I-“, she stops and her eyes widen, before she stands up.

Stephanie can feel how Joey straightens up.

“I was her first love, too?”,he whispers almost inaudible, but still loud enough for Stephanie to hear. Her eyes grow wide

“Y/N was your first love?”,She exclaims and turns around to look at him.

“Excuse me.”,Y/N says and gets up from the bars too, she quickly leaves the kitchen.

“Wait!”, Joey says and follows her:Y/N!”.

Part 1/ Part 3 follows.

#tanner family #full house imagine #fuller house #joey gladstone x reader #joey gladstone #john stamos #uncle jesse

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Have Mercy

A/N: A tribute to the absolute best sitcom ever. Young John Stamos, I miss you.

Title: Have Mercy

Summary: You’re the eldest Tanner child, and things haven’t been quite right for you since your mother’s death. However, your Uncle Jesse always knows how to make things better.

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When Jesse had first moved into the Tanner household alongside Joey, the one thing he had to admit he’d been the most surprised at was exactly how much you had grown up. And it most certainly wasn’t change in looks, because you still had your mother’s beautiful, glossy locks, and your father’s beaming smile, and his taste in music… rather, you had changed immensely in attitude. As soon as he’d walked in the door, he’d been expecting three of his nieces to bombard him with hugs, not two. And he definitely hadn’t expected the one who hadn’t to walk up to him and linger behind your sisters for a moment before he grabbed your head and pulled you to his chest. That had been the beginning of his suspicions. Never once had you not raced up to him and jumped into his arms as soon as he walked through the door to the house. It was always you first, never mind the two younger ones. He had to remind himself to be prepared for you whenever he was about to open the door, for Christ’s sake, so why did you act as though it was so different now?

Seeing you hanging back, fidgeting absentmindedly with your sleeve and only waiting until D.J. and Stephanie had moved out of the way before you even considered taking a step towards him was completely unreasonable and, honestly, he was shocked. Sure, the last time he’d seen you was only a month back for Stephanie’s birthday, but it wasn’t like you’d never given him bear-hugs after a shorter time gap…

The thought that maybe it was down to something bigger than just you not wanting to hug him properly didn’t really cross his mind until you began to show other signs that perhaps things weren’t exactly… right with you. For starters, since when had he said you were allowed to call him by his actual name? “Uh, that’s Uncle Jesse to you, Bug,” he’d said, a frown on his face as you – accidentally, he hoped – missed out the ‘Uncle’. You hadn’t said much about it, though he thought he’d heard you mumbling somewhat of an apology as you moved to walk out of the kitchen.

It was only really when he saw how much you seemed to have taken on a more adult role to your sisters that he had an idea of what was going on. Truthfully, he wanted to slap himself for having not thought about it before. You’d just lost your mother, and though it was extremely hard for the whole family, how difficult could it possibly be for you, the eldest who’d spent every waking moment with her mother, learning from her and aspiring to be her? The girl who’d been alive longer and would remember her mother when Michelle and Stephanie wouldn’t? The young teen that loved to play mom and help her parents around the house? Jesse could see that part in you so plainly – every little thing you did now seemed to revolve around your father or your sisters. Though he’d only been living in the house for six days, not one minute had he seen you smile, or spend some time alone… everything you did seemed to be moulded around what Stephanie wanted for breakfast, or how much help D.J. needed with homework, or what clothes Michelle should wear that day. Truthfully, he couldn’t even find the point in him and Joey coming if this was how it was going to be.

However, he knew it wasn’t healthy. In essence, you seemed to have derived the belief that you were to step up and become the matriarch of the family from somewhere or other… he wasn’t sure where, but the idea definitely hadn’t sprung from nowhere. You were acting more like a housewife than a fifteen-year-old kid, and Danny had even begun to comment on it, asking you to please sit down for a minute and let Joey put Michelle to bed, or give the laundry over to Jesse so he could fold it… when he’d asked him about it, your father had explained that you hadn’t stopped from your mothering tendencies at all since Pam died, and it seemed to be getting worse. What’s more, he just couldn’t get you to talk about it. Every time he attempted to bring the subject up, you were gone from his sight in seconds. He’d tried to arrange a therapist to speak to you, but you’d refused the help. Nobody seemed to be able to knock hard enough on the protective wall you’d built around yourself to break it down. Really, Jesse was surprised he hadn’t noticed the change during the last times he’d been to visit, but he supposed, since he’d only stayed a few hours before bouncing off, he’d never really been around long enough to figure it out. But, all in all, the Y/N Tanner he last remembered was not the one currently bustling about the house, that grim and determined look on your face, and he silently made the decision there and then that he was going to fix it.

“Hold it, Mom.” He quickly stepped into your way as you walked out of the kitchen, Michelle in your arms. “Can I have a word with you a moment?”

You frowned, bright eyes analysing Jesse’s face before you glanced over at your baby sister. “I have to change Michelle.” You moved to dodge him, but he immediately stuck his arm out, thwarting your escape.

“Joseph!” he called, all the while keeping his watchful eyes on you. Michelle babbled, pulling slightly on your hair, but you remained still, standing in front of Jesse’s arm. He had half a thought that you might decide to barge straight through him, but, thankfully, you stayed where you were until Joey came in from where he’d been working on fixing Stephanie’s bike in the back garden.

“You called?” he asked. Jesse nodded, motioning towards the baby.

“Can you take little nugget over here upstairs and change her? Me and Bug are gonna have a chat.” He gave him a meaningful look, and Joey’s eyes widened in realisation. He reached over for Michelle and snagged her out of your arms far too quickly; God only knew how long he had been waiting for someone to force you to speak to them about this, and he was all too happy to take the baby away for a while to give this someone their much needed space and time.

“Gladly,” he said, noticing how you weren’t entirely eager to relinquish your hold on your sister. “Have fun, kiddos.” Jesse waited as the tell-tale thump of Joey walking up the stairs moved into Michelle’s room and the door shut before he let his arm hang limply at his side. You didn’t move, choosing to stay exactly where you were, eyes fixed on the front door opposite you instead of meeting your uncle’s gaze. He sighed and turned around, stepping towards the couch in the living room.

“Let’s sit down,” he said. Thankfully, Danny had taken both D.J. and Stephanie out to a soccer game that afternoon, and there was about an hour left until they’d get back, so he had plenty of time to discuss this with you. He sat himself down on the couch and pat the spot next to him, watching as you dejectedly began to make your way over. It seemed as though you couldn’t deny him and walk past him as you did your father, maybe because his face told you clearly that this was the time that someone was going to discuss it with you. Nobody could really argue with Jesse, though everyone knew that often didn’t stop you.

Silently, you sat next to him, scooting back and lifting your legs up so you could tuck your knees into your chest. Jesse sighed, turning slightly. “I know what this is about,” he said, and you glanced at him.

“You do?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing, before you quickly recovered and turned your head away from him. “I mean… what? You know what… what is about?”

Jesse rose an eyebrow, a tell-tale smirk on his lips. He could see that your cheeks were slowly beginning to get dusted with a soft red hue, and he shook his head slightly in fondness. No matter what anyone said, no matter how grown-up you acted, you would forever be that sweet baby girl he remembered holding in the hospital. “Don’t act all oblivious, now,” he gently scolded, dipping his head a little. “You know what I’m talking about. All this… housewife stuff. It’s not normal, kid.” The man turned, lifting one leg up to tuck under him while he rested an elbow on the couch and leaned his head against it. “Look… I know that things have been… tough recently. We’ve gone through hell as a family, and it won’t get better for a while, but… Buggo, I haven’t seen you sit down once since I came here. Do you even sleep? When do you eat? Go to school? Do you go to the toi-”

“Okay, okay! Jeez, Uncle Jesse,” you frantically shook your head as his smile grew, not thinking about the fact that it was most likely because you’d reverted back to calling him your uncle in your slight aggravation. It told him clearly that you’d been doing it on purpose… you hadn’t somehow forgotten he was your uncle, thank God.

His smile faded a little as he shifted on the couch. “Seriously, though,” he said, voice calmer. “We need to talk about this. Your dad’s already tried, and you completely avoided it, so I know it’s not an easy subject to discuss, but… we’re gonna make some sorta break-through today, alright?” He rose both eyebrows, waiting for you to respond. There was the obvious fact that you may avoid his questions, too, and run off, but he had a feeling that this time would be different. That, this time, you would truly listen to what he had to say. He felt a current of pride surge through him as you turned a little in your seat and looked up at him with big, bright eyes, waiting for him to speak. “Kid,” he began, “we’ve all noticed how you’re acting kinda… not you. You run around the house, looking after all three of your little sisters and stepping in when one of us try to take over… you don’t actually sit down and speak with any of us anymore, or tell us about your day at school, or smile, or laugh, or, oh, I don’t know, actually look happy.” The man’s face was becoming more and more concerned as he went on, eyes brown pools of worry and lips a grim line. “Why’re you acting like this, huh?” he asked. “Why’re you pretending to be this crazy work-obsessed nanny instead of the kid that you are?”

Somewhere along the line, you’d cast your eyes down to the couch, not daring to meet his own anymore. Of course you had an answer to it, and of course you wanted to tell him so that he could help you, but if he helped you, then you wouldn’t have a reason to continue doing what you were doing. It was a question with both advantages and disadvantages to it, and yet, somehow, the former far outweighed the latter. “Because…” you said after a little while, though your voice was a mere whisper. “Because I promised Mama…”

Jesse’s frown deepened. He licked his lips, staring at you intently. “Promised her what?”

“That if- that if anything were to happen to her, I’d look after everyone.” You briefly shut your eyes, the feeling of tears welling in them almost becoming too much for you. Jesse, meanwhile, had changed his expression to one of more or less confusion. When, exactly, had you promised this to Pam? Her death had been so sudden, and she’d had nothing in her life before that indicated the possibility that she could die. His confusion seemed to be mirrored perfectly on his face, and you thankfully decided to look up at that moment and noticed it before explaining more.

“It was a little while before she died,” you supplied helpfully. “Dad was away on business, and I couldn’t sleep so I went to Mom and slept with her. We… we talked for a little while… about a lot of things. And, I don’t know how, but we ended up on the topic of what would happen to us if she or Dad ever, well, you know…” You took a small break, sniffing and blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. “She asked me if I could do her a favour and help Dad if anything happened to her… look after my siblings and help him around the house. I never believed it would actually happen and I’d have to do it, but it did, and so that’s what I’m doing. I promised her I would. I said to her ‘I promise, Mama, with all my heart’, and I can’t back away from that now. I c-can’t. I just can’t.” You squeezed your eyes shut, and found that you didn’t quite care when a tear slowly made its way out from under your lid and trailed down your cheek, more following soon after. You did not have the fight in you to resist against your uncle as he reached over and pulled you to him, situating you somewhat on his lap and somewhat on the couch while ensuring your head was comfortably resting against his chest. One hand reached up and cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing tentatively across the wet skin, and the other wrapped itself securely around your trembling frame, holding you to him.

“Aw, Bug,” he found himself mumbling into your hair while you sobbed into him. “I should’ve known it was about your mom.”

You shook your head, opening your puffy eyes. “S’not your fault,” you told him quietly. “I did-didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Yeah, we gathered that,” Jesse said. He cocked his head to the side, resting his cheek on top of your head. “You know… I don’t think this is what she meant when she asked you to look after your family. She definitely would not want you to do what you’re doing. Definitely not. Sure, help change Michelle once in a while, and teach D.J. math when she needs it, and play with Steph when she has nobody else to, but every damn second? Sweetheart, Pam wouldn’t have wanted this. You don’t need to be an adult. Sure, at the beginning, that was great of you to step up and help your dad… but, babe, this is why me and Joey’ve moved in, isn’t it? To care for you girls. All four of you, not just your sisters.” He poked your back as a way of showing he was including you in all that he was saying. “Step down a bit, Y/N. You’re fifteen, and you’ve just lost your mother. Allow yourself some time to be looked after. Your dad’s here, Joey’s here, I’m here. We’re all here, and we’re more than capable of looking after you lot by ourselves, okay?”

“But... but what about the girls?” you asked, still sobbing. “They lost Mom, and now they come to me with a lot of things... I feel as though I’m responsible for them.”

Jesse frowned. Somehow, that made sense. He could understand why you’d let D.J. and Steph hug him first; because you believed they’d needed it more than you did. And, of course, it seemed to be only natural that they’d go to you... you were the only other woman in their life, now, and things they felt as though they couldn’t go to their father to, they would go to you. He figured that would feel more like an honour to you if you weren’t so crowded by all these other responsibilities you’d added on unwillingly. He shook his head. “Honey, you’re not responsible for the girls. We are. Yes, they lost their mom, and they may sometimes need you there for them, but do not, under any circumstances, feel as though you don’t deserve as much support as them. Though they may be younger, you’ve lost the exact same as they have. It’s hard on all of you, not just Steph and Deej. Don’t feel afraid to come to any of us if you’re ever feeling down; like I said, that’s what we’re here for, okay? Got it? Capiche?”

It didn’t take you long to absorb everything he’d said. Truthfully, you’d been waiting and longing for someone to say those words simply so you could stop wearing yourself out and actually truly believe that this wasn’t what your mother meant when she’d asked you to help around the house. Her death did not require you to take the role as matriarch of the family. Her death did not mean you had to give up your life to care for your sisters and your father. Her death did not mean you had to replace her. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, sniffling. “Capiche.”

Jesse smiled. “Alright,” he said. “Come here and give your Uncle Jesse a hug.” He moved both hands to hold you at your sides and lift you up into a sitting position, pulling you onto his lap where you leant down and wrapped both arms around him, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. You couldn’t help but breathe a laugh when he continued. “And, yeah, I said ‘Uncle,” he admonished, “’cause no matter how old you get, I’ll always be your Uncle Jesse. Even if you’re eighty-five and I’m ninety-four, hobbling around with a walking stick, I’ll still be able to catch you if you miss out that word.” He rose an eyebrow as you turned your head up to him with a soft smile, chin still resting on his upper chest, and he mirrored it almost immediately, reaching a hand up to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. “I love you so much, Bug,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

Your smile widened. “I love you too, Uncle Jess.” It was silent for a moment, the only sound being the faint voices of Joey and Michelle upstairs and the occasional sniffle which emanated from you. Jesse’s hand was cradling the back of your head as you lay on him, ear pressed to his chest, the soft thump, thump, thump of his heart almost lulling you to sleep. “I don’t think you’ve ever actually told me why you call me that.”

“Hm?”

“Well, is it ‘cause you wanna kill me?”

Jesse lifted his head from yours and furrowed both eyebrows. “What kinda question is that?”

“You’re an exterminator,” you said with a shrug, the corners of your lips curving upwards, “you kill bugs and rodents and pests for a living. A little ironic that you call me ‘Bug’, right?”

The man rolled his eyes and leaned back, staring at you unamusedly. “Ha, ha,” he said, voice utterly emotionless, “very funny.”

“So… it’s not because you want to kill me?" You yelped as Jesse growled lowly before grabbing you and turning you over, pushing you back on the couch and hovering over you. He shook his head as you lay there, panting from the sudden exhilaration, giggles moving past your lips every once in a while. Reaching out, he cupped the left side of your face with one hand and smiled.

“I remember seeing you for the first time,” he said. “Danny called my parents up the moment Pam went into labour, and by the time we reached the hospital, there you were. A little baby munchkin, wrapped up in the same white blanket all your siblings were swaddled in the moment they were born, those huge eyes staring up at your mama as she held you. I came in, and she immediately passed you into my arms, and, lemme tell you something, kid… I have never been in such awe since then. I was nine years old, and I had a niece already – can’t even tell you how much I bragged about that at school.” You laughed, and his smile widened. “Honestly, I think at the time I started calling you ‘Bug’ because it just sounded sweet, and, come on, I was nine, don’t blame me for not coming up with something better…” You giggled at that, staring up at him with those exact same eyes he remembered gazing into fifteen years ago. “But, then, as you got older, it got to the point that you just wouldn’t stop following me around everywhere. Whether you were crawling, or toddling, you followed after me like a damn shadow. So, ‘Bug’ proved to be kinda fitting in the end.”

You frowned. “How?”

“Because you were irritating, and I couldn’t get rid of you.”

Mouth falling open in both surprise and offense, you reached up and lightly punched your uncle’s shoulder. He laughed, pearly white teeth showing as he grinned and ruffled your hair. “I’m kidding. You know I love getting attention from girls, no matter how little they are.” A wink was thrown in your direction and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you did so. Of course he would say something like that. You redirected your attention as Jesse lowered himself a little, somehow tucking in next to you on the couch and leaning on his elbow. Tentatively, he pressed a kiss to your temple, and when he raised his head back up again, that small smile was still there. “Whatever the reason I call you that, it doesn’t matter. All that does matter, is the fact that it’s something special between just me and you. You’re my first ever niece, my Bug, my Buggy, Bugsy, Buggo, Bug-a-boo-” He chuckled as you breathed a laugh, the long list of names derived from the original nickname all having been directed at you at least once in your lifetime- “and you’re my entire world, babe. You and your sisters mean everything to me, just as you do your dad, and just as you did your mom.”

Your face fell the slightest bit at the mention of your mother, but the warm look on Jesse’s face was enough to not let you linger on it for too long. His words had caused your heart to melt the tiniest bit and the smallest amount of tears to return to your still-red eyes once again, yet the smile on your face held them back. “And you’re my world, too,” you said. “Though I still think you call me Bug because you wanna stick one of those gas things in my room and-”

You heard the growl again, and Jesse leapt into action, moving so he was hovering over you once more and wasting no time in digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your sides. “Stop quizzing me on my own nickname!” he roared playfully, your giggles immediately filling his ears.

“Buhut it’s my nihihihihihicknahahame!” you squealed, attempting to roll off the couch. Your uncle trained his devilish fingers up to your stomach as you did that, rendering you weak and defenceless again so your attempts were utterly futile. He scoffed at your words, shaking his head and tutting.

“You know what I mean, crazy lady.”

“HEHEHEY! UHUHUHUNCLE JEHEHESEEHEEHEEHEE!” Tears were now pooling in your eyes for a totally different reason, yet you couldn’t help but bask in what was most likely the happiest time you’d had since the death of your mother. Jesse was grinning and chuckling almost evilly, apparently in full tickle monster mode as he lingered over your squirming body, tickling wherever his fingers could reach. After a few seconds, he quickly moved his head down, pushed up your shirt and blew a loud raspberry right over your belly button. “AHHHHHAHAHA!” you practically screamed, and the man looked up, resting his chin on your stomach and poising his hands at your ribs.

“What do we say?” he asked expectantly, laughter evident in his voice. You lay, panting, attempting to regain both your breath and composure, but it didn’t last long as your uncle wiggled his fingers again and you fell back into a pit of giggles. “What do we saaaaay?”

“HAHAHAHAHAVE MERCYYYYYYYYYY!”

Jesse laughed. “Alright,” he said, pressing a kiss to your quivering stomach and snorting when your residual giggles rose an octave simply at that. “God, you’re adorable,” he said, grinning up at you, and you somehow managed to roll your eyes between the contagious smiles and laughter before shuffling back and sitting up. You leaned against the couch, shutting your eyes, mouth parted slightly and hair a dishevelled mess.

“Not,” you managed to breathe out.

Jesse rolled over and sat up, the corners of his lips still curving upwards. He turned to look at you. “Oh, you so are, Bug-a-boo. Come here.” He reached over and snagged your arm, pulling you over to him and letting you drape yourself across his lap. He glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Your dad and the girls will be home soon,” he told you, pushing hair back from your face, and you nodded.

“I think I owe him a hug,” you said quietly, and you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“He’d like that. Joseph, too.”

“Deej has science homework to do… do you think Dad’ll help her?”

“Of course he will.” The man gave you a look, one that was a mixture between worry that you’d revert back to busying yourself, and pride for the step you were taking towards normality. “And, if he’s too busy, I will. Or Joey. There are three adults available for her. You can stay here and watch the movie I taped for you the other day, or do something that doesn’t involve your sisters and the house.”

You made a face, glancing over at the TV. “What movie is it?”

“Uh, some romance, I think,” he said. “Danny said you like those sorta things.”

“Will you watch it with me?”

Jesse smiled. “Will I have to tie you to me to stop you from running off every time Michelle cries?”

You shook your head, sitting up and resuming your place on your uncle’s lap, leaning against him and tucking your head under his chin. “No, I think I’m good.”

“I’ll watch it, then. How are you feeling now, huh?” He craned his head a little to see you, and you turned your own to smile faintly at him.

“Better.” And, honestly? You did. Somehow, you felt that this discussion wouldn’t have gone down the way it had if it’d been Joey or your father that you were talking to. Despite what people said, Jesse really did have a way with kids, especially if that kid was his own flesh and blood, and most definitely if that kid was the one person on Earth which he felt he had a relationship with like no other, including his other three nieces. He guessed it was something about being the firstborn.

“Atta girl.” Jesse kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back, the two of you sitting in silence for a little while, just relishing in each other’s company.

Sure, Pam was gone, but she had left behind four of the most beautiful gifts of all, and Jesse couldn’t help but silently thank her, wherever she was, for giving him a bigger purpose in his life.

Full House Masterpost

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Fake Boyfriend

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Word count: 2,400

Summary: Your sister comes to town, and you are in need of a fake boyfriend. Your friend Jesse takes up the position, but things get messy when your ex shows up.

A/N: (L/n = Last name. You’re smart) So ya girl’s been watching wayyy too much Full House. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I tried to include some classic sitcom moments in which a laugh track might occur, so I was aiming for cheesy with this one. Also, it breaks my heart not to have Jesse and Rebecca together but also like I needed a Jesse x Reader in my life. I’m a total trash can. Enjoy. :)

The phone rang. Again, and again, and again...

“Hello?” A deep voice answered.

Relief rushed through you, but you were still tense. It wasn’t the relief you’d hoped to feel. You shifted a little, realizing your hesitation was lasting a little too long to be comfortable. “Hey, Chris, how are you?”

“Fine, I guess,” he replied. He cleared his throat. “Are you okay? You’ve got that tone.”

“Tone? What tone? This is just my voice.”

You heard him shift a little on the other line. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

You sighed, sitting back on the couch. “I’m just gonna be straightforward.” You passed a hand over your eyes. “I’m in a bit of a situation.”

Chris took a breath in, awaiting your answer. A long, heavy silence hung between you two. “You’re stalling.”

You groaned. “I know. Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but you were the last person I wanted to call.”

“Wow, thanks.”

That wasn’t entirely true. He wasn’t the last person you wanted to call, but he was certainly a close second.

“I told my sister I had a boyfriend so she’d stop setting me up with random guys off the streets.” You sighed and remembered how she insisted you just try going out with every man she found and insisted would be perfect for you. “And now she’s coming out to visit so she can meet him. I, uh, need you to—”

“Are you asking me on a date, Miss L/n?” he cut in.

“Fake date,” you corrected quickly, remembering why he was so low on the list of potential fake boyfriends. “Nothing special. Just you, me, and my sister at the Smash Club. I’ll buy you a drink and everything.”

Silence. He must have been contemplating the offer.

“Please, Chris, I’m desperate.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.” His tone shifted. “But, I can’t turn down a free drink with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You swallowed, sighing. You couldn’t believe you’d just asked your ex on a date, albeit a fake one. You really hoped you wouldn’t regret this. “Thanks, Chris. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You grit your teeth and hung up the phone before he could continue flirting. “I am a complete and total idiot,” you reminded yourself.

***

Looking down at your watch, you frowned. Both your sister and Chris were late. You actually hoped he wouldn’t show up. You didn’t want to see him again. But, if he was conveniently missing tonight, you would be subject to more uncomfortable dates with more randos. Of course, if neither he or your sister were to show up, that would make your night even better. Or at least as good as it could be sitting alone in a crowded club.

Chris was one of the guys she’d picked for you. She was certain he was the one, and was heartbroken when it didn’t work out. “Didn’t work out” was putting it lightly. Chris may have put on a friendly face at first, but he was an angry person, and it came out at its worst when he drank. Another reason you hoped he might not show.

Before you could worry yourself any further, your heart jumped into your throat when you felt a hand on your arm and heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n, hey! What are you doing here?”

You looked up to meet the dark eyes of the one and only Jesse Katsopolis. You felt your stomach do a somersault.

“O-oh, Jesse, what are you doing here?” you stuttered, smoothing your hair.

He laughed a little. “I own the place.”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously and chewed your lip a little. You mentally kicked yourself for asking such a stupid question.

“So,” he slid into the booth across from you, “what brings you to the ol’ Smash Club?”

You laughed again, this time at the irony of your situation. “Just...” You sighed and looked down at your watch again. Then you looked up to see your sister, Tabitha, wandering into the club. “Damn.”

“What?” A hint of concern made itself evident with a little crease between his eyebrows.

You rubbed your eyes. “I’ve got myself into a stupid situation. My sister wants to meet me and my boyfriend here, but I don’t have a boyfriend, and now I’m totally screwed.”

“Wait, why’d you tell her she could meet him if he’s not real?” His concern had now dissolved into confusion.

You groaned at your own stupidity. “I asked my ex to be my fake boyfriend.”

“Wait, your ex? It wasn’t Chris, was it?” There was that concern again. When you didn’t answer, he sighed. “Dang, girl, you really have gotten yourself into a stupid situation.”

“Don’t worry, he stood me up.” You ran your fingers through your hair, leaning on your hand and deflating. “Looks like I’m back to dates with scum off the streets, courtesy of Tabitha.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jesse spoke up, “I’m not gonna let that happen. Y/n, you’re one of my closest friends. You have been for years. You’ve been there for me time and time again, so it’s my turn to be the good friend now.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “If you need a fake boyfriend, you’ve got one right here.” He gestured to himself.

No, no, no, you thought. You felt your face heat up a little, but you really didn’t have any other options. “Perfect. Thank you so much, Jesse. You’re a life saver.” Hey, it was a fake boyfriend, and that’s just what you needed right then.

“I’ve got you, girl.” He winked, making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Y/n!” Tabitha squealed, leaning over and giving you a tight hug. You stood to give your sister a proper hug. Despite everything, you were happy to see her. “How are you?”

Jesse stood too, coming to your side.

“I’m good,” you replied, sucking in a quiet, surprised breath as he took your hand.

Tabitha got quiet for a moment, then a great big smile lit up her features. “Y/n, is this your boyfriend?” She didn’t give you time to respond. “I’m so happy for you guys!” she exclaimed, hugging the both of you. “I can’t believe this! I know how much you liked him for so long!”

Yep. You were ready to curl up and die right then. Having Chris here might have actually been better. There was a reason Jesse was the last person you wanted to call.

Regardless, you tried to roll with it. You gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah...I was pretty crazy about him.”

Jesse looked a little dumbfounded, but it quickly dissolved into a smirk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He flashed a smile at Tabitha “Still are, aren’t you, babe?” He kissed the top of your head. “Funny how it worked out. I liked her a lot for a really long time too.” He looked at you again as you felt your face flush. Of course he was just playing along, and any further discussion of the situation would make your heart sink even lower.

The three of you made small talk for a while, each sipping on your respective drinks. You could’ve sworn Jesse was intentionally flirting with you now just to mess with you. Wasn’t he still with Rebecca? You didn’t realize he was such a jerk. You decided to blacklist him next time you needed a fake boyfriend. He was being pretty convincing right now, though.

He said something to make you laugh, and you did, though it wasn’t genuine. Your sister added onto it; again you pulled a fake giggle.

“Y/n?”

When you realized who the voice belonged to, your heart jumped into your throat.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Chris slurred and he stumbled over to your table, alcohol heavy on his breath.

You hoped to salvage any chance you had keeping up the act. “I’m with my boyfriend,” you nodded to Jesse, a pleading look in your eye, “and my sister. She wanted to meet him.”

His hand closed around your arm and he yanked you to your feet.You tried to hold back a yelp.

Jesse stood as if on instinct.

“I thought I was your boyfriend tonight. Where have you been?” Chris barked. “I’ve been waiting for you all freakin’ evening! Do you know how embarrassing it is to be stood up?”

You cast a quick look at Tabitha, who looked confused. You looked away the second she glanced back at you. You wrung your hands and looked again to Chris.

“I can’t believe I wasted my time on you. You’re just as worthless as the day I left you!” Chris loomed over you, making you take a step back. He grabbed your arm and clenched his jaw, his eyes glassy despite the anger behind them. “You little—“

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jesse stepped forward, putting an arm out in front of you as to put himself between you and Chris. “I think you should head on home, pal.” He poked Chris’s chest.

Your ex crossed his arms, stumbling a little and turning to Jesse, looking down his nose at the latter and taking advantage of the two or three inch height difference. “Who’re you?” Chris asked with a snarl. Then it donned on him that this wasn’t their first confrontation. “Oh, yeah, I remember you, Hairboy.”

“That’s right, and I’m proud of it. I suggest you get outta here, Beefcake.” Jesse mirrored Chris’s snarl.

“Who’re you calling Beefcake?”

At this point, you all had caused a big scene and people started staring. Someone called security before the guys could go at it, and just in time too. Chris had Jesse by the collar and was swinging his hand back to hit him. The two security guards escorted Chris outside with a little effort, leaving you with Tabitha, Jesse, and a lot of explaining to do.

“Y/n, what’s going on? What was he talking about? Why was Chris even here?” Tabitha asked. She crossed her arms and awaited your answer.

You looked to Jesse, a little guilt settling in on your shoulders. “Tabitha...” Your gaze fell to your feet. “I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m sorry, I lied to you.”

“Then why did you say you did?”

You leaned against the booth, avoiding her eyes before going on, “I just wanted you to stop setting me up with a bunch of random creeps. The last one you set me up with collected teeth. Human teeth.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “My point is,” you stepped forward and rested your hand on your sister’s shoulder, “I’m capable of finding somebody for myself.”

Tabitha appeared to have a moment of realization before frowning. “Oh, Y/n, I’m so sorry. I was just so excited to see you find someone you loved, yknow? I just wanted to help.”

“Well, I appreciate the effort,” you replied.

She shrugged. “Just doing what I think is best for my baby sister.”

“Aww,” Jesse smiled, “this is cute. C’mon, now hug it out.”

You hugged your sister tightly, a little smile forming on your lips. It dropped when you remembered what a jerk Jesse had been all night despite standing up for you. Pulling away from your sister, you turned to Jesse. “You’re off the hook, Jess. Thank you for doing this,” you said a little flatly.

“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute alone.”

You looked to Tabitha, who smiled and shrugged. “Go on. I’ll order a coffee or something.”

You followed Jesse to the empty dressing room that the band playing that night wasn’t using.

“So, about what Tabitha said—“ Jesse turned to you from the door.

“I know, I know. I didn’t think she would bring that up,” you explained, “and I know it’s stupid and you’re still with Rebecca. That’s why I didn’t want to call you in the first place and I—“

“Hey, take a breath.” He stepped toward you, putting his hands on your shoulders. “First of all, things didn’t work out between me and Becky.” He pursed his lips, allowing the statement to sink in, “Second, when Tabitha said you liked me so much for so long, I wanted to know, how much is ‘so much’ and ‘so long’?”

“Jesse, I—“

“I’m only asking because,” he looked at the floor for a second, then turned his eyes to you, “well, because I meant it when I said I liked you a lot.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really.” Oh god, he started using that gentle tone you always loved so much. “I always wanted to ask you out, but I couldn’t ever get the guts to do it.”

Your smiled brightly at this.

He laced his fingers with yours, albeit a little hesitant.

“To answer your question,” you spoke softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “‘so long’ would have to be from the moment I met you, to now. And ‘so much’ would be far, far more than I could ever put into words.”

Jesse considered that. “Well, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” You laughed softly.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation before you were suddenly kissing Jesse, arms linked around his neck with his hands on your waist. You were somewhat in disbelief of this moment. The idea had crossed your mind once or twice, but you never thought it would ever happen.

Before you knew it, Jesse was pulling away from you, a hand going to your cheek and a smile curling one corner of his mouth. He stole another brief kiss. When he broke away from you again, you pursed your lips and tried to hold back an elated grin, though you failed miserably.

“You got the guts yet?” you asked, tracing circles on his chest.

“Sure.” He laughed softly. “What do you say you and I go on a real date tomorrow? No sister Cupid, no drunk ex boyfriends, just you and me.”

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll pick you up at 6. We can go to dinner and a movie or something.”

“Perfect.”

***

You closed the front door of your apartment after watching Jesse ride off on his motorcycle, a bright smile plastered on your face. After the sound of the bike had faded into the distance, you leaned against the door, savoring the warm fuzzies in your chest and stomach and the faint memory of his lips on yours. You ran your fingers through your hair, a little messy from the bike ride home. You sat on the couch with your legs tucked under yourself. Draping your jacket over the arm of the chair, you turned on the TV, but hardly paid attention. Your mind was still running back through the evening, and you couldn’t help but smile when you realized you just went on a date with the man of your dreams.

Dang, you had it good.

#jesse katsopolis #jesse katsopolis x reader #john stamos #full house #reader insert #full house fanfiction

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batjokezlovineverything · 2 years

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ARE THERE ANY JOHN STAMOS X READERS (OR CHARACTERS HE HAS PLAYED X READERS?)

#full house #jesse katsopolis #john stamos #john stamos x reader

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seancekitsch · 3 years

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I was Never Young: A Klaus x Reader fic

Anyways uhhh heres my fic based on the Klaus spin off series!! I made sure not to really spoil anything in the series if u guys haven't finished it yet but it does take place after the series events. there's no smut which is weird for me bc i usually write just smut but like yolo this is where it went.

Klaus had been through the ringer. Los Angeles seems to just be more of the same, so why even leave home? Right, he’d been kicked out and cut off. Well, at least one of those problems has disappeared, he thinks as he pats the ugly little satchel full of money at the side of his hip.

He meanders down the street, no real direction or motive as he shuffles down. The diazepine is starting to wear off, and he’s going to need something to dull the corners of his mind in about an hour. A neon green sign draws his eyes, looks as sick as he’s about to be.

‘Cobra’s’ the sign says, and this one is probably as good as any.

The bar has exactly six people inside of it, he realizes as he pushes the door open. It’s hazy, full of the stale and welcoming scent of menthol tobacco. Perfect, Klaus thinks.

The bartender is a stern looking man, like he used to be a wrestler. Maybe this is what Luther or Diego will look like in thirty years if they don’t eat their wheaties.

There are two other men sitting in a booth by the corner, deep in conversation with one another. They’re boring suits, no one that Klaus could have for company. He’s just looking for someone alive to have a conversation with while he numbs himself. Someone alive, he clarifies to himself. His last friend left for heaven’s greener pastures, which he’s happy for him, but maybe the guy could have stuck around on this plane of existence for a weekend longer.

There’s a couple at the end of the bar that looks like they're on a date. In the middle of the day? Wonder if their spouses know they aren't at work. Klaus laughs out loud, poor bastards.

And then there's you, with your mixed drink, absentmindedly swirling it with your little stirrer. You seem like a safe bet, so his feet drag him over to sit down at the middle of the bar near you. He more or less throws himself into the chair, his feet immediately feeling the relief. He’s still clammy and feverish in the come down, his stomach hurts, but that’s nothing a little booze and sugar can’t help.

You notice the guy as soon as he walks in. Of course you do. After a few years, you start to recognize people even if you don’t know them. You don’t recognize him. He looks paranoid, fresh off a set and worried about what a job will do, for and to him. Poor thing. Probably one of those River Phoenix types. Young, pretty, and overwhelmed. In teen mags one day, in the obituaries the next. All preventable, hundreds of people that could step in if money meant more than the people around you.

“Hey,” the guy next to you greets you, his voice uneven, watery and cautious. His hands shake a little as he pulls a stack of cash out of his threadbare satchel, pulling a few bills from the rubberband holding it together and flattening them out against the bar.

“Hey, yourself. You new here?” He looks surprised as the words leave your lips, but is interrupted by the bartender approaching.

“Yeah, whatever that special is for today, that’ll do,” he orders like he doesn't really know what to do at the bar. He turns back to you, looking ever so boyish and lost with his big green eyes.

“How did you-?”

“How did I know you're new here?” You throw the rest of your drink back, carelessly placing it at the far end of the bar from you, “Because you don't look absolutely beaten down. I mean, you look a little twitchy, but you look fresh.”

Fresh? That’s not at all how Klaus would describe his look, having not slept in days and having been using an extreme amount of controlled substances, even for his standards.

The bartender slides a glass towards him, and he scrambles to catch it. There’s a total of two umbrellas, a flamingo stirrer, and two straws in it. In all, garish and hard to look at. The bartender takes the money, and they nod at each other.

“You look kinda young to be here,” with that remark, Klaus takes a long sip of the fruity cocktail he ordered, a sickening blue color so intense you bet it could substitute as hair dye.

“You do too,” you quip. You’d been working in this town for a few years now, on and off movie sets and bartending clubs with live acts. This boy? He looked fresh. Like he’s just been taken for his first ride. He looked rough and unused to it.

“How old are you?” he asks, he can’t place your age or accent. You look just as young as him, if not younger. You sound southern- Boston- Chicago- western and somewhere European he can’t place. Is that what Hollywood does to people's speech patterns? Is that gonna happen to him? But you seem to be as much an anomaly here as he does.

“How old are you?” you mimic back.

Klaus stares in awe as you rest your elbow against the bar, making sure he sees that as you snap your fingers, a cigarette materializes between them. You quickly shift the rolled tobacco to rest between your index and middle finger, ready to place it against your lips.

“Listen, I’m old enough.” That's all you have to say about that.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “Sometimes I think I was never young.”

You exhale sharply through your nose, the hint of a laugh.

“Yeah, alright.” You fish around in your jacket pocket for the lighter and ask, “Do you wanna get out of here? Only smoking bar in town, but it ain’t got hotdogs.”

Hotdogs, Klaus thinks, He remembers having sausage back home, but he’s never had a hotdog.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that? You never been to a baseball game or something?”

He shook his head, no. Klaus hadn’t ever seen a baseball game. He knew the history of it, the impact it had on American society. All from a very clinical and academic standpoint. Sports weren’t really his thing.

“Nah, I always preferred activities with a bit more... uh, substance.” He laughs at his own joke, whether you get it or not really doesn’t matter.

“Right, right. So River, what’s your real name?” You talk with the cigarette but between your teeth, lighting it quickly, before the lighter in your hand vanishes from sight.

“It’s….. uh, It’s Klaus.”

You give him your name, and he repeats it, tests the name out on his tongue.

You take a deep inhale, blowing the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.

“So Klaus, wanna buy us some hotdogs?”

You leave as soon as he finishes his drink, and he talks in a way that he thinks might be too much. But you listen. You’re the first living person that’s actually listened to what he had to say since he got here. He asks about you, your story, but he doesn’t get as much as he wants. You like your smoking, you’re a special effects designer, you dropped out of high school to come out here, and you fucking love Alonzo’s hotdogs.

“Hey ‘Lonzo!” you shout, interrupting Klaus mis sentence, raising both arms above your head, the baggy sleeves of your jacket falling closer to your elbows.

“How’s my kid doin?” The man shouts back. A tall man, with heavy brows and a mustache. “And who’s this?”

“My friend Klaus here just directed a movie! With Vivian Clarke, and the kid’s never had a hotdog! Can you believe it!” Your footfalls come quicker, starting to jog as you clear the end of the block, Klaus starts to shuffle quicker to catch up. When he gets to see the man up close. clear chocolate brown eyes greet him. He looks pretty trustworthy, Klaus thinks, Like Santa Claus, or John Stamos. Basically, like anyone but Dad or Viv.

Alonzo asks all about Klaus’ recent accomplishment, not exactly something he wants to talk about, but he likes that Alonzo is genuinely curious and polite. The only thing you say is “extra relish, on both. Big shot director pays.” during the conversation, focusing more on finishing your cigarette and stubbing it out with the toe of your boot. Klaus looks down and the cigarette butt leaves no trace on the concrete.

“So back there,” he says as you wait for your dogs to be handed over, “That cigarette business, are you a magician?”

“Nah,” you say, not fully meeting his gaze, “I’m a Libra.”

You nod at the guy as he finally pulls the dogs over the edge of the cart he operates. Extra relish, just like you asked. When he places the hotdog in Klaus’ hands, the redhead’s eyes go wide. Guess he wasn’t kidding about never having relish, you think.

“Huh,” he starts, dumbfounded by the hunk of grease and meat and relish in his hands, “I’m a Libra too, actually.”

“Guess that’s something about balance or something,” you say, effectively ending the conversation again by opening your mouth as wide as you can to accommodate the sheer mass of one of Alonzo’s hotdogs.

He looks at the meal, his first and probably only for today, and then takes your lead, opening his mouth as wide as he can before finally chomping down on a huge bite of it. The bite is… heavenly. Pickled vegetables and chutneys exploding on his tastebuds, the coolness of it contrasting with the fresh off the grill meat. No offense to mom or Pogo, but none of their cooking could ever hold a candle to this street hotdog.

“Good, yeah?” Your voice, distorted by a mouth full of food, breaks his almost nirvana like trance.

“So good,” he tries to say, mouth just as full as yours. He finishes chewing, swallows with a huge gulp.

“You got any more food spots to show me?”

#my work #klaus hargreeves x reader

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Chemistry | Alex Mercer

Requested by anonymous: Can you please make an Alex x platonic!reader fic where reader and alex are both being chaotic duo, like they just have a bunch of inside jokes and crack up when someone says a random word and everyone's like what is wrong with you guys (just them channelling Robert Pattinson in press junkets level of crackhead energy)

Summary: You and Alex are hanging out before band practice to study, but with fun dance parties, come hurried runs to the studio since you lost track of time. The band doesn’t appreciate it too much.

Pairing: Alex x platonic!reader

Warnings: none, just some chaotic good

Words: 1101

Los Feliz, 1995

“We still on for studying together?” Alex, your best friend, asks when he finds you at your locker. It startles you, but once you’ve composed yourself, you offer him a smile. “Of course, Lex.” His lips curl up into a smile as a relieved smile breaks through. He’s always been a little anxious. Mostly about big things happening and things changing, but lately, he’s had this fear of losing his best mates or them pushing him away or getting bored of him. You included. Even though you’ve told him multiple times already that that’s something that could never happen, it’s something that wells up inside every now and again, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So, instead of telling him to stop worrying, you reassure him. No matter how many times you have to. “Your place or mine?” he then asks, gripping the strap of his backpack a little tighter. “Mine? It’s closer to the studio for your band rehearsal later,” you suggest. Alex nods his head agreeingly, and then falls into step with you as you make your way out of school. You and Alex have been friends since forever. Your parents went to the same church and became friends on the first day of meeting, which then meant the two of you had to spend time together. Neither of you had a choice. But it’s not like it mattered. The two of you hit it off right away and have been the best of friends ever since. Then, in middle school came Reggie and Luke, and freshman year of high school, Bobby joined the gang. The boys started a band that year, but since you were musically incompetent, you couldn’t join the band. Which kind of sucked, but you loved sitting in rehearsals and listening to every idea they had for a new song. It was just refreshing to see those boys thriving and having fun and being passionate about the same thing. “Okay, what do you want to start with?” Alex asks when he plops onto your bed the second you walk into your room. You throw your backpack to the floor, grab a cassette from your collection, and put it in the stereo. It’s the mixtape the boys had made for you for Christmas last year with all your favorite songs on. Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody is the first song that blares through the speakers. “A dance party!” you suggest excitedly and pull Alex up from the bed, singing along terribly. For the majority of the mix tape, you and Alex sing along, dancing through the room and giggling at Alex’s hilarious dance moves. “I really think John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John had the best chemistry of all movie couples,” says Alex when You’re The One That I Want is playing. “Really? I think Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Gray were a better couple,” you argue, “Or Winona Ryder and Christian Slater!” Alex groans, fanning himself when thinking about Jason Dean from Heathers. “I know, Christian Slater will forever be my celebrity crush!” Alex giggles at that. “Can we share?” he wiggles his eyebrows, to which you just laugh. “No, bro, Christian Slater is mine. Pick your own hottie!” “Fine, I’ll claim John Stamos then!” you gasp at this. John Stamos, along with Christian Slater, was the hottest actor alive. You watched Full House with your parents every evening. Express Yourself by Madonna then starts playing, and the both of you forget about the discussion and start dancing again, singing along with the Queen of Pop.

“OK,” he then coughs when the last song ends, and you go up to rewind it. “I think we ought to start studying now.” You glance at the clock on the wall behind Alex. When you see what time it is, your eyes widen. “What?!” he asks when he notices your shocked face. “We’re so late for band practice!” you shout and jump across your bed to get your backpack off the ground. Muttering some curse words under his breath, Alex gathers his stuff too, and stumbles after you. Giggling and stumbling, the two of you run to Bobby’s garage where the boys already are. All three of them scattered around on furniture, neither of them seems too happy. “Hey, guys!” Alex greets, panting, and then coughs. “’Sup, kiddos,” you throw up a peace sign with a sheepish grin plastered on your face. “You guys going to come up with some sort of lame excuse as to why you’re late?” Luke asks, his arms crossed and a pout on his face that kind of resembles a puppy’s. You and Alex glance at each other to check who’s going to do the talking, but all that comes out is high-pitched mumbling and stuttering. “We were studying…” you finally manage to bring out. “Yeah, studying!” It was your plan after all. “We were studying and lost track of time, so that’s why we’re late.” The three others glare at you with raised eyebrows, not believing once second of it. “What were you studying?” Bobby queries, now crossing his arms too. More panicked glances between you and Alex. “Chemistry!” you reply. It’s the first thing that comes to mind after your conversation about movie couples having chemistry and celebrity couples. “Yep! We were totally studying chemistry.” Alex, obviously knowing where the answer comes from, can’t stifle a giggle which earns him a questioning glare from his band mates. “Okay, then what are the chemical properties of oxygen?” Bobby interrogates, being the best in chemistry out of all of them. You and Alex had kind of forgotten about that… “Uhm…” More panicked glances between the two of you. “O?” “I think you got a bit of studying left to do, Y/L/N,” Bobby chuckles before getting up and grabbing his guitar. Luke and Reggie do the same. Alex gives you one last glance, and you both burst out laughing. “Can we start rehearsing now?” Reggie asks, getting a little annoyed. Alex nods, and walks over to his drumkit, sitting down behind it. Alex lifts his drumsticks to start counting down, but then stops. “What are we doing?” he asks. “Now or Never,” Luke replies with an eyeroll. The drummer nods and counts the boys in, sending the band off into the song. You sit down on the couch, still giggling at everything that had just happened. This is such an Alex-and-you thing. Days with Alex are never boring. Something always happens when you’re around him, or any of the boys for that matter. It’s something you would never want to change. Ever.

Taglist: @hannahhistorian92

#alex jatp #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #alex x platonic!reader #reader insert #platonic relationship #platonic!reader #julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #luke patterson #reggie jatp #julie molina #madison reyes #charlie gillespie #jeremy shada

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sergeanttpoliteness · 5 years

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➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝ hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

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a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve.

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

“I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man.

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement.

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot.

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back.

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”

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