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superhaught · 29 days

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Gym Class Heroes (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: homophobia

Word Count: ~2300, Part 2/?

Part 1

Regina pursues her interest in protecting reader as she recovers from the basketball to the head.

Turns out, you did indeed have a mild concussion from the basketball incident, so you took the weekend and the following Monday off of school to rest and recuperate.

You were napping when your mom knocked lightly on your bedroom door and then came in. You woke up and saw that she had an armful of things.

“One of your school friends stopped by and brought your homework from today plus a card and some snacks, how sweet!”

You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “one of my friends? Do you know who?”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. She was blonde and tall and pretty.”

You couldn’t help your face from lighting up, “gimme the card!”

Your mom handed you everything and you tore open the envelope. It was a simple “get well soon” card but what you were most interested in was the handwritten note. The writer’s penmanship was exquisite, not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. The card smelled like her perfume, as if she had spritzed some on. She’s unreal, you thought. Fragrant notes of orange blossom and rose filled your nostrils and it was addictive.

The note read: Hey you, I hope you’re doing okay and aren’t too worried about getting behind on schoolwork. If you need help getting your homework done, I know a guy. Anyways, Shane got three days of suspension, which isn’t enough, imo. Text me if ur bored <3 R

She wrote her phone number at the end. You giggled and reread it in full, going as far as kicking your feet excitedly under your blankets.

“She seems like a sweet girl,” your mom pointed out.

Her voice brought you back to reality. You cleared your throat, “mom, my head is kind of hurting, can I go back to sleep?”

“Oh yeah, of course honey! Get some rest.”

“Thank you,” you set the card down next to you and laid back down as your mom left and once she closed the door behind her, you grabbed your phone and began typing a message to Regina’s number.

“Hey, ‘R’” you wrote.

The message delivered and the little typing-indicator dots showed up right away, then her message back came through, “I’m glad you didn’t keep me waiting ;)” then she sent a second message, “how are you feeling?”

Being stunned, you didn’t respond to Regina’s text right away. Your heart was pounding. You couldn’t believe that Regina, the queen bee of the school, the most popular girl, the previously-believed-to-be-completely-and-totally-straight-girl, was asking you out.

Another text from her popped up, “well don’t leave me hanging”

You decided that you wanted to call her. Maybe you felt like you needed to in order to confirm that this was actually real. You called and it rang twice and then you heard her voice through the phone.

She chuckled as she spoke, “hi…”

“Hi…” you said back, suddenly forgetting what words were.

“What did you want to say that couldn’t have been sent over text?”

“I just… you really want to date me?”

“Yes. I do. Is that really so shocking?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Well listen, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. And, as I’m sure you are aware, I’m used to getting what I want.”

You shuddered and then replied, “Regina… I’d love to go out with you.”

The two of you continued to talk on the phone well into the night. It was Regina who insisted that you hang up and go to bed to get some good sleep before coming to school tomorrow. The blonde also offered to pick you up in the morning and drive you to school herself. You, of course, accepted.

You went to sleep feeling lighter than air.

In the morning, you got ready for school with more zeal than you ever had in your life. Your mother wondered out loud whether you had been replaced overnight by an entirely different person. You just smiled and said that you were happy and feeling better.

There was a car horn honk from your driveway and your mom kissed your cheek goodbye as you left your home.

Regina was sitting in her black Jeep, using her mirror to fix her hair. She smiled at you as you came out of your house and approached the passenger side of her car. She leaned and reached over, cracking the door open for you and then offering you her hand to hold as you stepped up into the car.

You sat down and tossed your backpack into the backseat.

She smiled again, looking you over, “you look so cute!” Regina then gently caressed her thumb over the bruise on your forehead from the basketball, “and this is looking much better.”

You looked her up and down as well and smiled, “you look incredible…”

“Thanks, baby.”

She had called you ‘baby’ on the phone the night before as well. The affection made your heart flutter.

She continued, “get buckled, let’s go.”

Regina drove you both to school and parked in her spot in the student lot. It wasn’t an assigned parking spot or anything, it was just the closest spot to her preferred entrance and it was hers by way of having scolded anyone who had ever dared to park there.

When you got out of the car, Regina walked over to you and took your hand in hers.

Surprised, you said, “you know, we haven’t actually gone out yet…”

“I know that. Do you mind if I hold your hand anyway? Do I have to wait before I can show you off?”

“I don’t mind,” you smiled.

Regina walked you into the school and immediately, all eyes were on the two of you. You half expected Regina to drop your hand but she didn’t. You glanced over at her and she was proud. Beaming even.

She squeezed your hand a little tighter and looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded your head, “I am.”

Regina went with you to your locker and leaned against the adjacent locker while you put your backpack away. Then Regina noticed that you had a small magnetic mirror in your locker and she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you from behind and looked into the mirror.

“We look good together, don’t we?”

You looked at the image in the mirror and thought she was right. With her bright blonde locks draped over your shoulders, her manicured fingers touching your neck, her cheek pressed against yours, it was a dream come true.

“It’s way too easy for me to get lost in you…”

“I feel the same way, baby.”

At that point, Gretchen and Karen approached, locating Regina as if they had a homing beacon to her. Gretchen flashed you a polite smile and said, “you look mostly recovered!”

Karen stared at you with wide eyes and said, “don’t worry, I’ve been knocked out by a basketball too! It happens to everyone.”

You thought about objecting to her statement in some way but then you just nodded.

Regina grabbed your hand again and touched your cheek, turning you to face her, “you’ll sit with us at lunch, right?”

“Oh sure! If you want me to…”

“Of course, silly! Well, you know where to find me, then. I’ll see you later.” Regina pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly against her chest. And for the first time in your life, you felt genuinely wanted.

The next two days went by fast. Regina took over driving you to and from school and your mom thanked her profusely for giving her a break. You joined Regina, Gretchen and Karen for lunch, sometimes you were also joined by Cady, Janis and Damien, now that things had gotten less tense between those two trios in the aftermath of the junior year dramatics.

Regina was extremely attentive to you. You naturally fell into habits of taking care of each other, Regina looking out for you as you continued to recover from your concussion, and you paying attention to her chronic pain flare ups and making sure she was monitoring her POTS symptoms.

You and Regina agreed to go on your first official date together that weekend, but she certainly was not hesitating to claim you as hers in the meantime. In those 48 hours, there was already an instagram and twitter account dedicated to shipping the two of you and you overheard a lot of talk about your sudden closeness and Regina’s obvious protection over you.

It all came to a head the day that Shane Oman was back at school.

At lunch, Regina showed up to the table a few minutes later than what was typical for her, and she was dragging Shane by his shirtsleeve until she shoved him right in front of you.

You set your lunch down and looked at him, then Regina, who shoved him again and said, “well, go ahead.”

Shane rolled his eyes, “fine… I’m sorry…”

Regina’s arms were crossed but she smirked a little, clearly proud of herself.

“Sorry that you’re a disgusting fucking carpetmuncher!” Shane finished, yelling loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear and immediately cease their conversations, turning all of their attention to your table.

Gretchen covered her own mouth in shock. Janis and Damien's jaws both dropped open. Karen was staring at something on the ceiling. Cady whispered “oh my gosh” under her breath.

You just froze and stared.

Regina lurched forward and gripped the back of Shane’s shirt collar, pulling him backwards by it in a swift motion and basically choking him with the fabric, “what the fuck did you just say?” she growled.

Shane coughed, “I… I… said… carpetmuncher… and I’m not sorry… and I don’t believe for one second… that you’re falling for this… this… dyke!”

“Oh? You don’t?” Regina pushed Shane down to the ground and he collapsed to his knees and rubbed his neck as Regina let him go. Regina walked over to you and took your face in her hands. One second, her face was red with fury, but when she looked down at you, she immediately softened. She pulled you close to her and then pressed her lips to yours.

It wasn’t how you imagined how your first kiss with Regina would have gone, but you wouldn’t have changed anything about it.

She kissed you so tenderly. Your senses were completely overwhelmed by the softness of her lips, the taste of her lip gloss, the smell of her hair, the feel of her tongue just teasing your bottom lip. Regina held the kiss for a long time and you held her waist.

You knew everyone’s eyes (and cameras) were on you, but you couldn’t have cared less. You had Regina, and that’s all that mattered.

When Regina pulled away, she kept eye contact with you for a moment and smiled, assuring you that she kissed you because she wanted to, not just to prove a point. She came back to give you one more quick and gentle kiss before returning her attention to the pathetic man on the ground.

“Next time you want to say anything derogatory to my baby here, you better be fucking prepared to say it to me, too, Shane. And I don’t think I need to spell out the absolute shithole you will find yourself in if you do that.”

Shane stared at her with wide, terrified, eyes.

“Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Regina added.

Shane scrambled to his feet and sprinted out of the cafeteria as Regina took her seat next to you with closed eyes and exhaled a breath through her nose to calm herself.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and whispered, “thank you, Gina.”

She turned her head and kissed your temple, “of course, baby.”

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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hey big fan of your writing!! you write jamie so perfectly 💜 pls forgive me if you’ve already written something about this (i haven’t been able to find it if so) but could you write something post-mom city episode with the reader taking care of jamie when he’s hurt after the game and telling him how proud she is?? 🥹 thank you!!

This one’s canon compliant with you don’t want to know me for no reason other than the fact that I like to make my fics match up. It’s fun for me to pretend like I could write something with chapters someday😇 Hope you like it!

you’re in the kitchen humming

Of course, the one game you can’t go to is the one where Jamie gets injured so badly he has to come home on crutches. He’s not even the one who texts you about it. It’s Ted who writes, Your boy got hurt pretty badly. Might want to come pick him up when we get back.

So now you’re headed to AFC Richmond because Jamie only just let you know they’re back.

we’re in the treatment room, he says, and you don’t even take a moment to ask who we is.

It’s Roy and Keeley, and you aren’t a little bit surprised. They’re been passing around a bottle and laughing, so obviously Jamie can’t be hurt that badly. His right foot is stuck in a bucket of ice, so you get him up, say goodnight to Roy and Keeley, and help him tipsily hop to your car. Jamie chatters on about the game the whole ride home, only leaving room for you to interject the occasional “mhm,” or “I’m so proud of you!”

It’s somewhat of a chore to get him out of the car, mostly because he’s laughing so hard at the sheer absurdity of the situation, humor exaggerated by the champagne.

You finally maneuver him onto the couch and get him laid down, leg elevated. He’s still giggling.

You flip on the kitchen light to make him some food. You wonder briefly how many times you’ve done this: put Jamie on the couch, made him food, and let him take you to bed. It’s been a few years’ worth.

You’re at the stove humming softly, when you hear a tap thump, tap thump as Jamie hobbles over to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“Oi, you need to be lying down, mister,” you scold.

Jamie just presses his face into the crook of your neck.

“Can’t get comfortable. I’m still in my kit and I need help getting it off.”

His words are laced with a suggestive tone, made more apparent by the fact that his hands are no longer on your waist per se, but more under your waistband.

You put down the spatula and turn off the stove.

“Jamie Tartt,” you say in a tone that means listen the fuck up, “if you want even half a chance of getting in my pants tonight, you’ll go back to the couch and put ice on your ankle.”

His hands slip away and he groans, but complies. You shake your head and slide the eggs onto a plate.

You hate eggs, but they’re Jamie’s go-to post-match food. You asked him why once, and he said something about his mum and it being the only thing she could cook without burning.

So you suck it up and make him scrambled eggs every time he comes home from a game, whether home or away. Tonight, you bring him his plate on the couch, sit next to him, and hold it for him to eat.

You say softly, “I’m really proud of you, Jaim,” as he pushes himself into a sitting position. “Didn’t really get a chance to say it, but I am. You absolutely smashed it today.”

Jamie smirks. “I got your emojis,” he says. “Had twenty-one missed texts from you, none of ‘em containing a single word.” He puts down his fork and reaches into a pocket for his phone. “Got a fuck-ton of hearts, some fireworks, and one squirrel.”

You blush. Ah yes. The squirrel.

“Don’t think I can make it up the stairs,” he laments. “Might just have to stay on the couch all night. Sad. Alone. Fucking horny.”

You roll your eyes and flick his arm with your free hand. “You done eating? Because you need a shower. You smell, and I’m not fucking you until you’re clean.”

Jamie grins. “But you are going to fuck me.”

You shake your head. Yes, you are. With a goal like that, how could you not? Plus his foot’s injured, and he must be in pain. He could use a good distraction.

Jamie’s mind has to be going in a similar direction because he asks, “You gonna shower with me? I hate showering alone.”

“Obviously,” you respond. “You can barely stand on your own and you’re going to need help with your hair.”

—

This shower is a lot less sexy than some might imagine. Jamie is trying to keep his balance without putting weight on his foot, but it’s difficult because it’s slippery. You’ve made it through most of his shower routine (and yours too) but now you’re at the final step. Conditioner.

You grab the bottle and Jamie frowns. “You remember how much to use?”

You nod, but he’s not convinced. “Let me put it on your hand,” he says, grabbing the bottle and forgetting to be careful of his ankle. He puts too much weight on it and it gives out with a “fuck,” leaving Jamie’s lips.

He’s slipping and trying to grab onto something and that something is you so now you’re both tangled on the floor of the shower, water running in your faces and Jamie grimacing from pain.

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You do manage to get him back up and condition his hair to his satisfaction (“It’s a delicate balance, babe,”) but the slip was not good for Jamie’s ankle. You have to go back downstairs for more ice, so now he’s lying flat on his back on the bed, towel wrapped precariously loose around his waist. When you’re satisfied that the ice is secure and Jamie’s foot is at a good angle, you flop down in the bed next to him. You’re still in your towel, too.

“I can’t stop thinking about that kick,” you say.

Jamie asks, “Which one? I did a lot of those,” and you laugh.

“The one to block Man City’s goal. The one where you landed wrong. It was probably the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so, so proud of you. I just can’t get over the fact that you can do all that and then you come home to me. It boggles my mind.”

Jamie’s blowing tickly breaths in your ear to make you shiver. “I was pretty sexy, weren’t I?”

You laugh again. “Everything’s always about being sexy with you, isn’t it? Sure, I’ll admit you were sexy. But you were also admirable and selfless and brave and amazing. You can’t sell yourself short.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment, and you think he’s fallen asleep. You look over to see him staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

You ask, “Are you crying?” and the words are barely out of your mouth before Jamie’s saying fuck no but you know he means fuck yes so you roll over to kiss him, because sometimes it’s better to leave some things unsaid. He’s pretty great, and you’re glad you’re the one who gets to tell him.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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alotofpockets · 9 months

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Album release | Reneé Rapp

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Summary: Spending the day with your girlfriend on the day her first album releases.

A/n: In honor of Snow Angel releasing tomorrow I wanted to write this fluffy fic. I hope you enjoy and happy release day tomorrow!!

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

Ever since she woke up your girlfriend had been very nervous. Today was the day that she was going to share her first ever album with the world. It was simultaneously the most exciting and nerve wracking thing she had ever experienced. You were making breakfast in the kitchen, trying to take as many tasks away from Reneé, so that she would have the best experience today.

When you walked back to the bedroom with a tray full of food, you heard her talking to her phone. You lean against the door frame, hoping to not interrupt her. She looks up to you and smiles, you can see in her eyes just how much she loves and appreciates you. Reneé looks back at her phone and continues to talk. “I’m so excited to share these new songs with you. The songwriting for this album is so authentically me, I’ve poured my heart out with these lyrics. Sharing this piece of me is scary as hell, but at the same time it’s pretty amazing. So, yeah, I can’t wait to see all your reactions later, and happy album release day. I gotta go, breakfast is waiting for me. I love you all.” Reneé ends the live and turns to you. “It smells so good, baby.”

You take the tray and set it down in front of her. “I made all your favorites.” She pulls you in for a kiss before she dives into the food. “You’re so amazing, thank you for being so good to me.” You lean in and kiss her, “Anything for my favorite girl.” You’re about to step away to clean up but Reneé takes your hand and gently pulls you back, “Can we lay here for a bit?” You cuddle into her side, “Hm, you know I would never say no to that.”

About fifteen minutes later you gather the plates and head to the kitchen, you grab your phone and send a quick text out before Reneé joins you in cleaning up the dishes. Once you’re done, Reneé moves to the couch, she still looked rather nervous, so you knew now was the time for your surprise. “Hey baby, I’ll be right back.” You say as you head back to the bedroom. You take out your phone and press call. It takes a few rings before the call gets picked up, but then you see her face. You smile and wave at the woman in front of you and whisper, “Hi Denise, ready?” Making sure that Reneé doesn’t hear you in the other room. Denise turns the phone so you can see Charlie too, they both give you a thumbs up before going on mute. When Reneé released her EP her parents were there with her on release day, but sadly they were out of state for this release. You had cooked up a plan with her mom to surprise her. You keep the camera and microphone on on your end and carefully put the phone in a box that you quickly wrap like the other present that you got her. You knew having her parents here would mean so much to her.

Reneé eyes widen in excitement when she sees you walking in with presents. “You didn’t have to get me anything, baby.” You smile and sit down next to her. “I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to. It’s your special day and I wanted to give you something small. I am so incredibly proud of you, you are an amazing person and you’ve created a phenomenal album. Happy release day, baby, I love you.” You hand her the first gift. She unwraps it and opens the box to reveal a silver chain necklace, her mouth opens wide, “It’s so beautiful, thank you so much!” You help her put it on before handing her the second gift. She opens the box and as soon as light comes into the box her parents yell out “Surprise!” She looks at the box in shock and takes out the phone. You see the tears welling in her eyes and put an arm around her. “I thought you couldn’t make it.” She cries out. “You didn’t think we’d miss our girl's big day, did you?” Charlie jokes. “We are so proud of you, honey.” Denise continues, “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Reneé leans into your side, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Before starting the live, Reneé quickly cleans up her face from the tears. You talk with her parents while you set up the stream for her on her laptop. To Reneé family is very important, so seeing you casually talking to them and also planning this with her mom, meant a great deal. She walks back into the room, and sits down at the counter. “Are you ready to show the world?” You ask as you put the laptop down in front of her. “I think so.” You reassure her one more time before she starts the live. “You have the most amazing fans. Your mom and I were just talking about how sweet they are. They have been going crazy over the little snippets of the songs you’ve shared. They are going to love your new songs as much as we do, it’s an amazing album. You’ve created something very beautiful.” Her parents give her one last pep talk before the live starts.

Reneé talks to the thousands of fans that joined her stream to count down to the release. She’s answering questions and talking about the album. You look at her in awe as you watch her, totally in her element. The seconds on the countdown tick away and then there it is, the album is officially released. Reneé closes off the live, and says bye to her parents. The rest of the afternoon you spend cuddling up together on the couch watching all the reaction TikTok’s, reading all the comments and seeing all the Instagram mentions. One post sticks out, it’s on her mom’s Instagram. The captions read, “Happy release day Nay, so incredibly proud of you. So glad we got to be there on this special day. P.S. You’ve found yourself a keeper. Love M.” You look through the pictures that she posted, they were a collection of screenshots from the live and the facetime call. The last picture was a screenshot of you looking at Reneé during the stream, there was nothing but love and admiration on your face.

#renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #reneé rapp x reader #renee rapp x you #renee rapp x y/n #snow angel #renee rapp snow angel

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psychoc1ty · 7 months

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✧.*- “dads best friend”

summary: johnny is your dads best friend.

warnings: drinking, smut, praise, age gap, dirty talk, aftercare at the end

a/n: enjoy me trying to write something based off this since the author doesn’t have a dad 😸 (age gap clarification; reader is 24 y/o, johnny is 31 y/o. this all took place in 2002.)

wc- 1603 words

god, you couldn’t even count how many friends your dad had. although he had a good, good friend. he’s around the area, and they’ve known each other for a while. your dad texted you,

“hey, i’m throwing a huge party tonight, and i’m inviting some of my friends. do you wanna come?”

you responded back; “is your best friend going to be there ?”

he responded, “yes. i already asked him, and he said he’s willing to come. why are you asking?”

only reason why you wanted to know is because you wanted to know him more, “dad, i just wanna know him more, i promise it’s not a crush type thing, plus i’ve never seen him.”

you were in a huge rush. you just threw on a satin dress, and you began to curl your hair. afterwards, you brushed it out, so it became wavy. you did your makeup, which you did pretty quickly, considering you were already in a rush to get to your dads.

after that was all done, you got on some heels, and went off to your dads. you had to be there since it was already 6:50, he said to be there by 7:00.

by the time you get there, it was 6:59. right on the dot. you opened the door, and got in. your dad and his best friend looked at you, you gave a smile at both of them, “hey dad! sorry if i was late.” he gave you a hug, “it’s no worry darling. oh! have you met him?”

he pointed over to his best friend. he smiled at you and shook your hand, “hi, i’m johnny. i don’t know if you know me or not..” you smiled back at him, “nice to meet you! i’m y/n, my dad was talking about you in our texts today!”

johnny looked at your dad, “i didn’t know you told her about me already.” your dad chucked, “she was wondering, because she found out i have a new best friend.” you nodded, then johnny did understandingly, “oh, okay. i understand.”

your dad clapped his hands once, “okay! so darling, i’m gonna let you and johnny get to know each other a bit more if that’s fine with you. i’m gonna go try to find your mom.” you smiled at him, “that’s fine!” your dad nodded, then left. it just left you and johnny together with a whole bunch of other people.

he went ahead and started a conversation, “so, what’s your name again? i already forgot.” you laughed, “that’s okay! it’s y/n.” he nodded, “okay, thank you. also i don’t know if anyone has told you this yet, but you look really good tonight.” you gave a smile at him, “aw, thank you!”

johnny smiled back, and that’s when your dad came back, “soo, how did your guys’ talk go?” you smiled at your dad, “it went good! johnny is VERY nice. and since mom isn’t with you, she’s with her friends.” your dad nodded.

johnny chuckled, “thank you. i try.” your dad rubbed your shoulder, “well, y/n. johnny is a very nice guy. i think you’ll like him.” you smiled, and your dad said something again, “also! johnny is staying over tonight, so if you want to as well, feel free too. i don’t care.” you licked your lips, “i’ll think about it, because i might. but i’ll think about it.”

time passes, and everyone was gone, or was leaving. it just left you and johnny downstairs in the living room. you had a glass of wine in your hand, "i might stay here tonight." your parents were already going to sleep, and they didn't care if you stayed. your room was beside the living room.

"don't you get too drunk on that wine now, hon," johnny suggested. your stomach did a little flip whenever he called you 'hon.' and you'll admit, you did have a bit of a crush on him. he was the perfect one.

you scoffed, "johnny, i'm not gonna get drunk. i've only had two drinks!" you also adjusted your dress, because it was starting to get uncomfortable. johnny saw and smirked at you, "is it uncomfortable?" you grunted, "yeah, kinda."

johnny got up, “do you want me to help you?” you sighed, “if you don’t mind, please.” johnny went behind you, and grabbed both the straps of your dress, “oh, i see why. it’s too tight, honey.” he loosened it, letting the straps of your dress fall down your shoulders.

you moaned in relief, “thank you so much. this feels a lot better.” johnny chuckled, “you’re welcome.” he rubbed your shoulders before going to sit back down. he sat down beside you.

“you are so perfect,” he mentioned. you smiled. johnny was admiring you a lot, but you never thought ahead of time of what would happen next. he cupped one of your cheeks and rubbed it with his thumb. johnny took looks at your eyes, then lips.

he went in for a kiss, thinking he would get embarrassed right after. he felt like a teen. that wasn’t gonna happen with you. you kissed johnny back, then you two pulled away. johnny got a bit desperate, “oh my god, do that again..”

you two had a little bit of a makeout. next thing you know you were on his lap. johnny was gripping your waist, and your hands laid on his shoulders. he stopped kissing you for just a second, “i really wish me and you could just take this somewhere else.” you giggled, “you know my parents are asleep right?”

johnny gave a smirk, “oh?” you nodded, “mhm, my room is right over there, and if i lock it, they won’t be able to hear a thing we do.” that’s when you two ended in the bedroom.

he was topping you, pinning you down to the bed, his knee on your crotch. you were moaning already, and your clothes weren’t even off.

“desperate, aren’t we?” johnny teased. he scanned your body again, before slipping your dress off. the air hit your body right, making you have chills. johnny touched you everywhere, making him needy.

you moaned, “mmh, johnny..” he looked at you, “what is it, sugar? what do ya want?” you were needy already and your clothing wasn’t full to off yet. if he took off your panties, then imagine the things he’d do.

“you, johnny, you! i want you!” you cried out. johnny played with your bottom lip, “aw, you want me? you’re so precious.” he then got a hold of your panties by his teeth, and pulled it down. once he reached the feet, he yanked it off.

johnny reached his hand down to your pussy to play with it. he put one finger in, making you elicit a moan. he then took it out, and looked at it, “look at how wet you are and we just started.”

you bit your lip once you felt his finger back in you. you thought this would try to resist you from making noise, it didn’t work. johnny inserted another finger, making you moan louder. he chuckled, “oh, we aren’t done after this. this is just to start off. but once you feel me in your little pussy, everyone should know who you belong to.”

the more he played with you just made you ache for more, you felt like you were about to cum. the pleasure was too much for you, “johnny… i’m gonna cum!”

he cooed, “aw, guess what? you’re not gonna cum, you’re gonna hold it till i say. you can be a good girl for me, yeah?” your hands were tangled in his hair, “yes, yes i can, sir..”

he took his fingers out, and unbuckled his pants, followed by his boxers. his dick sprung free, and it was already hard. you looked so desperate for it. johnny saw you and grinned, “you’re so damn needy.”

he aligned himself with your wet heat, then inserting into you. johnny held onto your shoulder, as he began to thrust his hips into you. he moaned already, “i love feeling your pussy squeeze onto my dick.”

your hands were placed onto his chest, moving to his back. johnny’s thrusting got a bit harder and a tad rough. he then got a bit desperate to hear you, “aw, why are you quiet now? i wanna hear you.”

without warning, he did a hard slam to you, making you do a loud moan, “oh, johnny!” he smirked at the response he got, “yeahh, good fuckin’ girl.” your mouth was open, and lewd noises were spilling like crazy.

“mmh! harder! please!!” you begged. he locked his hands onto your shoulders, and slammed himself into you, like he just slammed a door. you bit your lip, then opened your mouth again. johnny looked down to see your pussy clenching all around him, “you’re so fucking perfect, i love you so much..”

you felt yourself on the edge of coming, “i’m gonna cum!” johnny was heavy breathing, “i am too baby, we’ll cum together, okay?” he had a count from five, and once that was over, a loud moan came from the both of you, as you two came.

johnny then took himself out of you, and looked for his clothing. once he found his, he got yours too, “don’t tell anyone we did this..”

since your father said that johnny was spending the night over, he just slipped on his boxers, and you just put on a bra and your panties from your dresser.

and then you slept with your dads best friend.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut #womp womp

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abbysleftbicepp · 4 months

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Abby being your comfort person (your family has been ruining your day and your ex is bugging you).

Ughh this hits a little close to home rn I can’t lie. Tysm for the prompt!!! This was kinda rushed but I wanted to finish it because I loved the Idea so much. (Not proofread!!)

“You need to get out there and get a real job! You can’t just keep living off of a dream that you know will never work out.” Your mom nagged at you all day, she tried supporting your small business but she was fed up with you because it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Your mothers right. You know what I could ask my boss if we’re hiring at the moment, he could get you kickstarted at a job in the company.” Your dad added to the conversation. You held your head in your hands at the dinner table, you did not have the energy for this tonight.

“I’m not working at your stupid office job, I’m not gonna get stuck in a 9 to 5 and not have a life like everyone else my age. This business is going somewhere, it just needs time.” You retorted. You were tired of their nagging, but you knew they would give you a harder time if you up and left.

“Making jewellery out of trashy beads is not a way of living! You will give up, and when you do don’t even think about crawling to us because we warned you.” Your mother yelled, startling you. You tried hiding the fact it startled you, so you asked her calmly;

“May I leave now?”

“Yes, you may.” She snapped, leaving the table herself.

When you pulled into the porch of your small home that you and Abby rented together, you were immediately bombarded by messages from your ex.

Ellie: hey

Ellie: r u busy tnite

Ellie: I know ur seeing my msgs, answer me pls

Ellie: cmon babe I just wanna talk.

You switched off your phone, you couldn’t be arsed with her usual shit. It had been 3 weeks since you found her fucking another girl at a party. 3 weeks since you ended everything with her, and 3 weeks since she started spamming your phone with apologies and horny texts.

Once you walked through the door, you kicked your shoes off and your breathing came uneasy.

“Hey where have you been? It’s pretty late I was getting worried.” Your amazing roommate, Abby, asked. She noticed how your breathing had hitched and tears brimmed your eyelids, threatening to fall out at any given moment.

“Hey it’s okay. Cmere.” She said, before gently grabbing your hand and walking you to the living room. You both sat down on the sofa, and she looked into your eyes with concern.

“Wanna tell me what’s happened?” She asked softly. Her voice alone was enough to send you over the edge. The tears fell down your cheeks as the dam broke, she knew that she didn’t need an explanation, all she needed to do right now was to make sure you were comforted.

She wrapped her large muscular arms around your back, pulling you into her chest. She rubbed small circles into your ribs, trying to soothe you.

“Try to focus on my heartbeat okay? Let my heartbeat be the only thing on your mind.” She whispered into your ear. A few moments passed, and your tears had stopped. The dam had dried. She still drew circles into your back, in an attempt to keep you calm.

Eventually you pulled away, slightly. She was still holding onto your shoulders as she looked into your eyes.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” She asked softly, trying not to pry.

You sniffled as you wiped your eyes, noticing the tear stains on her sweatshirt.

“Sorry about your shirt..” you sniffled again.

Abby let out a quiet laugh. “Don’t you worry about my shirt, I don’t mind as long as you’re okay.” Abby spoke, her voice bringing you the peace that you oh-so needed.

“I don’t really wanna talk about today..I just wanna sleep it off if that’s okay.” You spoke, not looking at her.

“Yeah that’s fine. I won’t push you to say anything.” She smiled.

“Can you stay with me tonight, please..?” You asked, your heart beating slightly faster.

“If it will help you sleep, of course I can.” Abby smiled softly at you.

When you both got into bed, she wrapped her meaty arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Don’t you worry, I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you while I’m around.” She whispered into your neck as you fell into a blissful sleep.

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #no outbreak au #modern au #anon ask #ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us

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The One With The Camera.

Warnings: Cursing

August 2019

"Ei mãe!" Bianca answered her phone, setting her camera down and leaning against a mural she was photographing. She always had the brightest smile on her face whenever one of her parents called.

" Oi, querido" Her mom said with a smile on her face sitting on the patio of her childhood home in San Antonio.

Bianca currently works as UCLA's photographer for the campus, ranging from highlighting the art that students have made and displayed around school to creating posters for upcoming events on campus.

Her and her mom continued talking until her roommate, Ashlyn sent her a text urging her to come back to their shared apartment.

Bianca got to their apartment as Ashlyn basically dragged her in and sat her on the couch.

"Ouch jeez could you pull my damn arm any harder!" Bianca exclaimed once she sat down.

Ashlyn disregarded her statement as she was pacing back and forth around the apartment while having the biggest Cheshire cat smile.

Ashlyn ran a podcast on campus called The Ashlyn Show almost a direct hit to her favorite show as a kid 'The Amanda Show even if the creator of the show was a complete creep.

She talks about topics ranging from the Sephora kids she's been seeing on TikTok to environmental issues. Bianca also films and edits every video she does.

"Okay so you know how I've been sending countless emails and messages to the radio staff to have musical guests on my podcast right every week, just to bring in more viewers?" She started.

Bianca shook her head yes as she picked at the skin around her grown out acrylic nails.

"So obviously I've been getting some pretty shit soundcloud producers and rappers." Bianca's lips pursed into a thin line as she raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that."

"Well look no further than here, 5 Seconds of Summer are coming on the podcast in less than 15 minutes!" Ashlyn exclaimed, shaking Bianca's tattooed hands and jumping up and down with her.

"Oh my god shut up! I love their newest single 'Teeth' so much. Not to mention I've had the biggest celebrity crush on their lead singer ever since I was 12 and saw him doing covers on Youtube."

"I'm telling you this would be a great opportunity for both of us, you can plug your video and editing skills and I could woo Ashton with my impressive conversion skills." Ashlyn suggested while dramatically flipping her long red hair over her left shoulder.

"Hey, you guys have matching hair colors. I guess it's a sign." Bianca joked with her.

"Oh my goodness you're right!!" Ashlyn said, taking the joke seriously. Bianca just chuckled at her friend.

Bianca's eyes soon widened as she racked over her appearance. An old graphic tee, some biker shorts and her beat up black converse. "I didn't even straighten my hair today. I look all bruto e catraca." She pointed to the messy strands of brunette curls falling out of her bun that she spent too much time this morning that she'd rather not mention.

Ashlyn scoffed as she grabbed her studio keys and clutch wallet from the bowl at the door. “Oh please you look gorgeous as always."

Bianca sighed and collected her video camera, lenses, and tripod before following Ashlyn across campus and into her studio that she rents in the radio station.

"They should be here within the next 5 minutes. I'm gonna go pee before I piss myself mid interview. You can set up your camera and video stuff over there." Ashlyn pointed in the middle of the room

"Well if you did that Ashton would be surprised! I don't think it would be a good surprise nonetheless a surprise." Bianca yelled as Ashlyn flipped her off from behind.

Bianca laughed as she set up her video camera and tripod and scrolled on her phone on instagram stories to wait for Ashlyn to return from the bathroom.

She stopped at the @5SOS instagram story as it was a picture of Luke walking across their campus with the caption of 'Tune into our interview on 'The Ashlyn Show' podcast 2pm EST/ 11am PST'

Ashlyn returned less than 2 minutes later and started turning on her LED lights around the small space and turned on all the mics to make sure they worked correctly. She turned on their song 'Teeth' as the boys came in. Bianca got up and turned her livestream onto the waiting room page and set the timer for 3 minutes.

They all shook her hand and sat down while introducing themselves. Bianca looked everywhere except in Luke's direction. He looked so good in his yellow satin shirt and black jeans, his signature boots on his feet. Such a simple outfit but on his tall frame it had her weak in the knees.

"Hi guys! It's me, Ashlyn and welcome back to The Ashlyn Show. Obviously you guys know Bianca," Ashlyn dramatically held her left hand out towards the girl who peeped her head in the camera frame and waved. "Hey guys."

"Andddd that was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, their latest single! Thank you guys so much for taking the time out of your busy day to come chat!" Ashlyn spoke to the video camera Bianca had set up to livestream.

"Thank you so much for having us, we hope people enjoy us fucking around for about 3 hours." Micheal joked after 2 minutes of awkward silence. Bianca made a mental note to herself bleep most of the cuss words they use when she goes to edit.

The interview was going great. They had amazing chemistry with Ashlyn as she kept up with their jokes and chaotic energy, Bianca even joined in on some of the jokes with them.

Ashton made a joke about the two having matching hair as Ashlyn blushed redder than a tomato. Bianca even started laughing along with them which she felt Luke’s eyes on her whenever she did.

Within 10 minutes of the interview starting, they already had close to 100,000 people watching them, the most viewers they've seen all year. Close to the end of the interview, Luke subtly found Bianca's instagram account through the podcast account.

After the interview they guys had to leave to go do more press interviews. Luke was bummed out because he really wanted to talk to Bianca.

Back in the car Luke finally had the guts to follow Bianca's instagram thanks to Calum basically grabbing his phone and doing it for him. It took everything in him to not follow her professional one as well, he thought that'd be a little stalker vibes, he did scroll through it though.

—————

Bianca stood in the kitchen as she watched her instant microwave noodles spin when she felt her phone buzz in the waistband of her Victoria's Secret pink pajama shorts. She pulled it out and saw an Instagram notification she never thought it a million years would she see.

@lukehemmings started following @biancaferreia.

"Ash! Ashlyn! Oh my god you have to see this." Bianca turned to the girl laying across the couch watching The First 48.

"What?" She said with a mouth full of hot cheeto’s.

She flipped the phone to as her eyes widened in shock. "No way!! He followed you? How'd he get your instagram??"

"Im pretty sure it's on the bio of the podcast instagram." She quickly replied. "Do I follow him back??"

"What kind of question is that! Yes of course!”Ashlyn said while lightly smacking her arm.

"Okay you really need to not do that." Bianca said rubbing her arm slightly.

@biancaferrera followed @lukehemmings

She put her phone face down on the kitchen counter and stirred her noodles and added pepper until 10 minutes later her phone buzzed twice. Bianca's eyes widened in suprise and shock.

@lukehemmings sent you a DM.

" Did you just get a message from THE Luke Hemmings?" Ashlyn said looking over her shoulder.

"I guess so yeah." She said unsurely.

Bianca's tattooed hand shaked in excitement and nerves as she opened the message.

'I know your probably wondering how I got your instagram aren't you😂' The message read

'Well I mean I'm not not wondering. I'm yet flattered and scared at the same time' She replied back.

'Well I got it from the podcast account. I didn't expect you to follow back so fast.'

'How could I not?! A really famous guy from my favorite band followed me, the 12 year old in me is screaming'

They stayed texting back and forth for another 4 hours until she stopped responding at close to midnight because she passed out from exhaustion from editing.

——————

Bianca was currently at their upstairs neighbor's apartment babysitting their 7 year old, Ethan. She was on her 3rd energy drink of the day, babysitting a 7 year old can be a lot of work especially when she was up late editing their interview and doing some lab report essay for her Physics class that was due two days ago but her teacher is still accepting it.

She kept checking her phone to see if Luke responded to her messages but nothing. She assumed he was busy, I mean he was a rockstar.

Until then she got a DM while Ethan was napping.

'I know this is gonna sound so crazy but I'm in Southern California for another week, wanna possibly get a coffee together?' The message read. Bianca had to read it five times until she came up with a response.

'Yeah that sounds awesome! I know this place about 10 minutes from me.'

'Pick you up around 3 tomorrow?'

'Absolutely!'

'Sounds like a plan then:)'

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos #micheal clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings imagine

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altschmerzes · 10 months

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if anyone has cats they would like to send me pics of i would appreciate that a lot i am having a very very fucking weird one right now and don’t really know what to do with myself.

the short version is: my dad died today. the long version is..... probably an absolutely ridiculous overshare but. like i said. don’t know what to do with myself so i’m just. idk im talking out loud i guess, putting this Somewhere. it’s. heavy, sorry.

so the post i made recently celebrating seven years going no-contact with my abusive father who kind of ruined my life in a lot of really serious ways i am likely never really going to completely recover from? yeah. he had a stroke earlier this year that sounded like it was pretty serious and that was a lot to process and then i just got the call from my mom that he had a heart attack while fishing with a friend this afternoon and died. apparently it was fast, which is good. he was fifty-five and i guess he’d just hit two years sober.

my mom sounded really upset on the phone, and i guess she’d only found out less than ten minutes before she called me, she just told my sister, who lives with her, and my sister went off to take a shower (read: have a breakdown in the shower), and then called me immediately and said “your dad died” as soon as i answered with a hey, what’s up. they’d been divorced for twenty years and he was a fucking bastard but i guess your ex-husband and your kids’ dad who you’ve recently been reconnecting with and spending time with again dies and you’re probably gonna have some strong feelings about it. my sister is in pieces, they’d reconnected and were spending a lot more time together. in their text they said ‘i barely got any time with him and i’m fucking heartbroken’.

and because he has no other living relatives my 23 year old sister who is uh, in a fragile state on the best of days, is gonna have to deal with all of the paperwork and shit that happens when someone dies. and my sister and i’s relationship is like.... it’s complicated, to put it politely, they are very hard for me to be around for a lot of reasons, but i wouldn’t wish that on them and i wish i was able to take on that stuff if only because i’m almost through law school and i’m the least emotionally invested in the man and it just would be easier for everyone if i did the paperwork and whatever.

and then there’s my brother, because i have a brother, who i barely talk about because it hurts to think about him. he’s nine years older than me and he’s my half-brother by my dad and after my dad went to prison on drug charges i didn’t see him for thirteen years. and then a long time after a brief visit too. he’s got two kids now, and for a while there we were in sporadic contact, but i haven’t seen or heard from him since i was maybe nineteen. and my mom was just kind of rambling on the phone about how she had to find my brother’s mother’s contact information because someone had to tell him and because i’m all the way out here and i can’t DO anything else i told her i’d find her and tell her what happened and get everyone’s contact information for whatever’s coming next so. now i’ve texted my brother, who is a living wound in my life, for the first time in like six years. he hasn’t answered yet and according to his mother he’s ‘devastated.’ so.

i’m not. i’m not devastated. i don’t know what i feel honestly. once i tracked her down on facebook and dealt with all of that i just sort of sat at the kitchen table and stared at the wall for a long time. listened to the mountain goats song ‘pale green things’ and drifted in a weird numb void. i’m not.... sad. not about him anyway. i don’t know what i am. i have a very difficult time articulating my feelings on a good day, fuck i mean i have a hard time identifying my feelings on a good day. some combination of autism and cptsd and the sense that if i have feelings someone is going to die, maybe me, maybe someone else. if i have feelings, i get someone killed, is the thought process, which is a long story but. is extremely hard to work around, especially when i don’t see the point because taking active steps to make my feelings known and make them something someone else has to deal with is like. what’s the point. why do that.

so i don’t know what i feel. i feel strange and distant and not-sad and kind of angry at my sister and brother for some fucking reason and guilty and resentful and relieved. there’s some relief in there i think, because it’s like. i don’t know. i had the thought earlier, ‘oh thank gd’ which is. it sounds heinous but i now i’ll never have to choose between attending my sister’s wedding and not having to see him there, if i go back to my hometown and feel like there’s a monster stalking me from the shadows i can just tell myself the fucking monster’s fucking dead and he can’t ever hurt me again. nobody in my family is ever going to be able to pressure me to just talk to him already, just move on and let it go. reconcile, forgive, get past it.

(i don’t know how much any of them know. i have never discussed this with my parents or my sister and i never plan to. we’ve talked about some things in vague euphemisms and talked around it even more. when he got out of prison and then when he was done stalking us which he did for a while and got some help i guess and was doing a bit better my sister wanted to reconnect with him and i didn’t. i had panic attacks, i was terrified, i didn’t want anything to do with him and i didn’t want my sister anywhere near him and i remember all my mom had to say to me about that was ‘if it makes you feel any better, i could take him.’ i don’t know what to... i just don’t know.)

i dunno. i don’t know. when i visited my hometown and stayed at my parents’ house (my grandmother’s house, when i say ‘parents’ i mean her and my mom generally) i slept with a knife on my bedside table and a plan of how to get out the window because i’d heard that he’d started dropping by sometimes and i was too scared to sleep otherwise. he terrorized me. i have very few memories from before he went to prison and most of them are of being terrified for my life. of being chased through the house, staying above the garage because for some reason we couldn’t be in the house that night. sexual abuse that i can still barely handle thinking about. he haunts my nightmares regularly, even though i haven’t seen or spoken to him in seven years, didn’t see or talk to him very often before that. i have panic attacks in my sleep dreaming about him, enough that i have to be medicated for it.

he’s a person who was deeply troubled and sick and suffered unimaginably in his life and it’s just.... i know all of that and i just. i don’t know. i hope he’s at peace i guess. i know he never was when he was alive. i know i’m not at peace most of the time, largely because of the shit he did to me. i don’t know. i don’t know. my dad’s dead.

#abuse cw #death cw #i dont know man. i dont even know.#csa mention #very briefly but. yeah. i dunno.#this is heavy sorry #long post

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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When night falls, I am your escape #8

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her, but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language

Chapters: 8/12

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

I didn't sleep much that night. Everything that was said, kept replaying in my head. It was driving me crazy. I was exhausted, but the sleep wasn't coming.

As i obviously couldn't sleep any longer,than i already had, i got up. The clock on my bedsite table showed, that it was around 6 a.m. So i decided to do the one thing, that I never usually did. I went for a run. It was fair to say, that running wasn't my most favorite exercise to do. But it was a good thing for clearing your mind.

I ran around the neighborhood, it wasn't the longest run, but it did it's purpose. I sorted the thoughts in my head and went home.

What i didn't expect to see, when i got home, was a huge bouquet of mariachi flowers. The whole room smelled like them and they were really pretty. Inbetween the flowers i found a note.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for letting me explain it all, i really appreciate it. And once again, i am terribly sorry about everything.

- Daniel

I didn't know what to think. I mean it was nice, but i didn't need flowers as a thank you gift for hearing him out.

And also the whole sorting out my thoughts went to shit right after i read the note. So I ran basically for nothing, except maybe for my health, but my mind was a mess again.

What was i even suppose to do? I didn't know.

Like part of me wanted to forgive him and move on, but the other part of me wanted to ignore him , like i did before. It was all so confusing.

But i didn't want to sit and pity myself any longer, so I said to myself "that's it" , i couldn't spend the entire time, worrying about meeting Daniel and because of that staying at home, rather than going out. I had enough, it was ridiculous . I spent so much time avoiding this place, than being with my friends and family. I couldn't take it anymore, it hurt me and most importantly the people closest to me.

At that moment i decided, that I would forgive Daniel.

Altough it didn't mean, that we would be friends again. More likely far far from it. But atleast everything would be done, that painful chapter of both of our lives would be finally closed.

There was still a question about how would i tell him it. I mean should i have just said, that I forgive you or like maybe send him a text.

Nope, text was definitely not a good idea. As i was thinking about texting, i received one.

Kyle: Hey Y/N, there's gonna be a bonfire at the beach tonight. Nothing extraordinary. Just a few surfers and maybe a few other people. You should come, i'm hoping to see you.

I haven't been to a bonfire in forever. It would probably be a good fun, so I texted him back and asked at what time would it start . It was suppose to be later in the evening. Because i had plenty of time to spare, i spent the day with mom and dad.

When the evening finally came, i was looking forward to it.

I took a few coldies for Kyle and his friends and set out. The drive from my house to the beach wasn't really long. It only took like 10 minutes.

And when i arrived, there was a good amount of people there already. I recognized Kyle and his friends straightaway, they were sitting next to the fire on a log of wood.

I joined them next to the fire. We talked and laughed a lot, but i couldn't help but to zone out once in a while.

"What's up with you today?" Kyle asked.

"What do you mean? Nothing, i'm okay" i lied.

"I can see something is wrong. You know, you can talk to me" i gave him a little smile.

"Yeah i know, thanks. It's just stuff with Daniel, i just don't know what to do " i told him

"Why? What happened?"

"I finally gave in and listened to what he had to say. And now i want to forgive him and just move, i just don't know how to do it, you know... " i sighed.

"Well, i think you should just go talk to him, no?" he asked.

"But what if it's not the right thing? Maybe i should just continue with my life like the conversation didn't happen" i thought outloud.

"No, i think you should go and finally close that chapter of your life " why was i even taking advice from Kyle?Last time i did that, i almost broke my arm. But fuck, he was right, i should have done that.

"Alright yeah, you know what, you are right, i'm going to go talk to him" i started to get up.

"Whoa, hold up, you want to go right now?" he asked surprised.

"Well yes, you literally said i should" i replied.

"I did, but i didn't mean like straight away" he chuckled.

"Alright, i'll sta.." i didn't finish the sentence because he interrupted me.

"No no, you are right, you should go and sort it all out. "

"Are you sure? i can stay " i didn't want to just rudely leave.

" Yes, go, text me when you get home yeah?And good luck "he said.

" Yeah, i'll text you, have a goodnight"i gave him a hug, said goodbye to everybody else and left to talk to Daniel.

The drive to his house was easier than the last time, atleast i didn't get lost.

The bigger problem was to ring the damn doorbell. Before i could overthink it like always, i rang it.

I could hear a faint music playing from the house, but i didn't even realise, that he could have people over until he opened the door. Well it was too late to turn back anyway.

"Oh hey" he greeted me surprised.

"Um hi, i wanted to tell you something, but you clearly have someone over, so i'll come back some other time" i told him and was on my way away .

"No no it's alright, i don't have anybody over, i was just having a party by myself, we can talk" he quickly cut me off,"do you maybe wanna come inside, we don't have to talk at the door" he added.

"No i'm alright, i just came to tell you that i..." i had to take a deep breath before i could continue, " that i forgive you. "

"What?" he stared at me wide eyed.

"I said, that I forgive you" he didn't say a word, he was just staring at me like i ate his dinner. It was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

" You alright or..?" i asked little worried.

" Yeah, i'm just surprised, that's all, i thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again after we had the talk" he finally spoke.

"I didn't at first, but i want to move on and this is the thing i need to do to actually move on . So yeah, I decided to forgive you, but that doesn’t mean we are back to being friends" this sentence visibly pained him.

"No i know, i totally get it. I understand your point"

"But maybe we can start over sometime? Be friends again? " he really hoped, i wouldn't completely shut him of your life.

"Maybe" i gave him the slightest piece of hope, "But I'm gonna go home now, it's quite late, goodnight Daniel" i said.

"Okay, goodnight Y/N and thank you " he emphasized the last two words.

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Taglist: @wonderlandofsu @eniram-du @theworldofemmy @citylights31 @readerselegance @queenanababy @mgajdaaa @tall-tanned-tattoo

Thank you for reading. I hope it wasn't too bad.i know this chapter is not very long, but hopefully next chapter will be longer. I appreciate all the feedback. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

Have a great day. Peace out ☀️ Chapter#9

Psa: Thank you for giving me the idea of the apology flowers, you know who you are. 🧡

#daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo

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verslxt · 1 year

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Hi I love your stories and I was wondering if I could request a jake fic with him being popular and confident but gets shy when he's around the reader even though they aren't dating

omg thank you sm and ofc i can. i love jake. this is literally such a great idea y/n and jake are 18 and 3rd years in school

as you walked into school, your airpods in just listening to whatever. you passed jake. jake was the most popular boy in school. every girl had a crush on him, and you did two. you walked past him to your locker, right next to him and his friends. you unlocked your locker grabbing your math and science books and heading off to class. you entered the class room and sat down in your normal spot. once everyone filled in your professor walked in

you leaned back in the seat a little bit as the next song played.

"okay class were going to be starting a new project. no you may not pick your teams"

you looked over to your friend sora. you mouthed 'this fucking bitch'

sora mouthed back 'i know right'

you looked back up at the board and you saw that you and jake were together. you grabbed your things and went over to his desk. you could feel the popular girls staring daggers at you. but you knew something about them. they were fucking the teachers to get higher scores. desperate bitches. you smiled at jake, he gave you a sheepish smile back. you laied your head down on the desk and waited for the teacher to give further instructions

"alright, your project will be over the human body. both male and female. this will be your final. so, therefore, it will be a presentation"

you groaned and hid your face in your hands. you looked up at jake who looked a little bit red "hey, you okay?"

you asked making sure to keep your voice down a little bit. "yea i'm fine. just great" obvious lie. you were a teen mom, you know what obvious lies sounded like. hell you did them up until your labor kicked in.

you looked back up at the board. and you only had 3 minutes left of class. you got out your phone and gave jake your number “text me later today. you can come over to my house and work on the project”

~time skip brought to you BY THE FACT NIKI IS 17~

you picked your 10 month old daughter up. “hey baby girl”. you saw her smile and then you smiled. you went into your room and lit a candle. you sat your daughter on your bed and changed into some grey sweatpants and a random shirt from your closet. you grabbed your daughter and walked over to the bathroom attached to the room. you sat her up on the bathroom counter

“whose that pretty girl. oof your mommas looking rough”

your daughter smiled and laughed while hitting the mirror. you smiled over at her. you heard a knock on the front door. you grabbed your daughter and went down stairs. you settled her on your hip and went downstairs. you unlocked and opened the door. you saw jake. jake saw you, and your daughter.

“oh i’m s-so so-sorry did i barge in on something”

“oh no your fine. erm meet my daughter, amari”

“she looks a lot like you, minus the piercings”

you’ve heard the amari looked like you all the time. you got your nose pierced on your 16th birthday. and then all your ear piercings were gotten throughout the years. then your belly button piercing, you got after you gave birth to amari

you invited jake inside. you sat amari down in her play pen and you went upstairs to grab your laptop and phone. you got back downstairs and you saw that jake was just spacing out looking at amari

you sat down on the couch, setting your laptop down on the table

“is it hard being a teen mom?” jake asked you you looked at him

“uhm yea a little bit, but i’m a single teen mom. her dad left and he doesn’t wanna share custody. i’m just happy that i have my mom, she helps pay for daycare and i’m her days if she watches amari for me. but yea it’s hard”

jake nods. he takes him phone out of his pocket and grabs his laptop. that’s when amari starts getting fussy. you look at the time

“oh she’s hungry, can you watch her for me really quick”

“oh yea fine by me”

you went into the kitchen and grabbed a clean bottle. you grabbed a package of breast milk out of the fridge. and that’s when the front door opened. it was your mom. you shook the bottle up and walked back into the living room

“last time i left y/n with a boy alone i got a granddaughter” you smiled at the line and you grabbed amari and sat her down. bringing your knees up setting amari on your legs. you put the bottle in her mouth.

“momma he’s just a friend”

“kinda like how yuun was a friend”

“yuun was a mistake”

you looked over at jake who was looking over at you and amari. there was a blush spreading across his face. you smiled over at him. you looked back at amari who had low lidded eyes. you smiled at her. you took the almost finished bottle out of her mouth and laid her down on your chest. and started patting her back so that she would fall asleep

you smiled at amari who was fully asleep. you put her back in her play pen and layer her on a pillow. you opened your laptop and the screen opened onto the login screen you put in your password “070722” amaris birthday

you opened powerpoint and hand google on the other side

“so how do you think we should start this”

you grabbed your notebook and pencil. you wrote down the date 05/14/23. you write at the top of the page “group project; y/n and jake”

“i like our names being together, they sound so good”

you picked up on the hint right away. you smiled over at jake

“jake, do you have a crush on me”

“w-wh-what no-no” he blushed

lie.

“jake that was a lie” you kissed his cheek. jakes blush spread across to his ears

~time skip brought to your by jays fine ass~

you washed out amaris hair and got her out of the tub. you sat her down on your bed and grabbed her lotion. you unwrapped the towel and put the lotion on her. you grabbed a diaper and put it on her.

you took her back to the bathroom and stood her up on the counter “whose that pretty girl?” she smiled and smacked the mirror. you smiled at her. you picked her up and settled her on your hip and walked over to your moms room

“can you watch her i’m going to take a shower”

“yea sure” you sat amari on your moms bed next to her. you went back you your room and got undressed. turning your water on. you opened spotify on your phone

“honestly i’m trying to stay focused” the song started. you got into the shower and started washing yourself up. then you started thinking about jake

“fuck.” you said aloud. you knew you were falling in love again. the last time that happened was with yuun. and yuun got you pregnant and dipped

you sighed. you got out of the shower and got dressed in some sweats and a sports bra. you get downstairs and grabbed amari a bottle and you a sparkling water. you went into your moms room and grabbed amari

you went back to your room and turned on outer banks the only show she will pay attention to. you smiled at her and put the bottle in her mouth “you might have a new daddy if this works out well”

aghhhh i hope that you enjoy this. i wanted to make y/n a teen mom because i wanted to damn. anyways i hope you like it :)

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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Journal Entry #47 (part one)

previously - Journal Entry #46 (part seven)

Victor

Hey, everyone.

So, it's been a while, and I'm not even sure where to start. Things have been... chaotic. I guess Yuri's been keeping you up to date, and I'm sure he's told you all about my accident and everything that's been happening since, so I won't go over that again. Living it once was enough, and I'm still having nightmares about it, so... yeah. I'm trying to keep my waking hours as free from it as I can.

I haven't felt like recording anything up to now. I mean, I obviously couldn't while I was in the hospital, but since I've been home again, I haven't had the mental stamina for it, or the physical stamina either, really. Being in pain is pretty exhausting, honestly. I think I probably already knew that from taking care of Yuri, but now I understand it from personal experience. I'm not used to feeling like crap and having hardly any energy, and it sucks.

I’m confident that my arms and rib are slowly getting better, and Mom says the bruises I had on my face and shoulder and down my side are totally gone, but I'm still having brutal headaches and I still can't see properly. Julian had to set up my phone for me so I could record this. If I'm not looking right into the camera, I'm sorry, and if I'm accidentally giving all of you like, a thousand-yard stare or something, I apologize for that too.

Sometimes I think my eyes are improving, but then I'll blink or I'll try to focus on something and it's just gone again. Mostly, everything's all blurry and indistinct, as if I'm looking through one of those frosted glass shower doors. It's frustrating because not only can I not play games on my Switch or text on my phone, I can't even do stuff that doesn't require major use of my hands and arms, like watching videos or practicing my reading or even picking out audio books by myself. I have to get help finding an audio book to listen to, or a movie. I basically have to listen to movies too, which is annoying.

When I'm not in too much pain, I get bored, and without being able to do anything to distract myself, all I can do is think. I don't like that. It's too scary and depressing, especially when I start worrying about whether my life really is going to get back to normal.

I realize it's only been a little over a week since my accident — this is Monday night and it happened a week ago Friday — so I shouldn't expect too much, too soon. The doctor did say it might take a few weeks or maybe up to a month for the worst of the symptoms to resolve, after all, and I might be dealing with some aftereffects for months. She said it was a grade 4 concussion, which is the most severe type because I was unconscious for more than a full minute, and she said I've got mild swelling of the brain. That's the explanation for the bad headaches and dizziness and of course the vision problems. I'm not supposed to be doing anything strenuous, or even remotely active, really. I'm not even allowed to climb the stairs by myself until the doctor clears me to do it. Not that I can actually climb the stairs by myself anyway, but you know.

Earlier today, Yuri's dad arranged an appointment for me with the oppthalmologist that he and Mrs. Okamoto, Yuri and Yuki all go to. Her name is Dr. Ishida, and she's going to see me this coming Friday. Exactly two weeks after the accident, if you're counting. I'm hoping she gives me better news than the ophthalmologist at the hospital did.

Yeah, you didn't hear that wrong. Mr. Okamoto arranged it. Yuri was going to do it himself, but he's actually sick right now and he's not up to making important phone calls. Like, he's sick enough for the hospital, if you ask me, but I think somebody would literally have to carry him out to the car to get him there.

Managing at home when he's this ill is not ideal in my opinion, but he says he doesn't want to go to the hospital because he doesn't want to leave me. I totally get that. I don't want us to be apart either, but I'm also freaking out because I can't take care of him like I usually do, and he's not comfortable with Mom or Julian doing what I normally would. Plus, they don't know everything they should be doing for him anyway, and it's super difficult for me to explain it.

All I can say is, thank goodness for Yuri's dad.

I know what you're likely thinking. Up to now, Yuri and his father have been on really bad terms and barely spoke to each other, and Mr. Okamoto hasn’t exactly been my biggest fan either, so why am I saying I’m grateful for him? Well, the thing is, he’s surprised us all during the last several days, and not in a negative way.

Let me try to explain.

Maybe people think Yuri’s not interested in a relationship with his dad, and I guess I wouldn’t blame anyone for believing that, considering how tense things were in the past. Yuri does actually want a relationship, but he and his dad are both so stubborn that once they started resenting each other for whatever real or imagined hurt they'd caused, neither one of them was willing to let go. I think Mr. Okamoto was more at fault than Yuri for the problems between them, mostly because he didn't know how to deal with Yuri not living up to his unreasonable expectations, but to be fair, you can't have a disagreement by yourself. Yuri isn't just an innocent victim of his dad's difficult personality and crappy communication skills. He had his own part to play.

But, since my accident, we're seeing a side of Mr. Okamoto that we've never seen before. It started with him coming to the hospital right after it happened, to sign consent forms, talk to the doctors and generally deal with stuff until Yuri could get there. Then, he stayed here with Yuri while I was in the hospital, which I was grateful for. I didn't like to think about him being alone. He said it was awkward, having his father here, but also kind of reassuring in a way.

I'm glad they both seem to be softening up, at least for the moment. Yuri really needs his dad in his life, and seeing Mr. Okamoto ready and willing to help us says something about how much has changed between them in a short time.

I want to be optimistic that things are going to get better between them going forward. Anyone who didn't know the whole story would probably be inclined to be positive in this situation, and maybe I should be too. I promise I'm trying, but knowing Mr. Okamoto, I have my doubts. He's not great at consistency and he hasn't shown much interest in the past, but I guess there's always a chance this time it'll be different. For Yuri's sake, I hope so, but I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

Anyway, on Saturday night after dinner, Mr. Okamoto came over to get the stuff Hana left here that morning. Apparently, Yuri had called or texted him to pick it up because he didn't want her coming back here for it herself. I'm pretty sure nobody wanted her to come back, least of all me, so I was relieved when my father-in-law took the bags and made his exit.

I'm not sure I was quite so relieved when he returned about two hours later, with bags of his own, and with Yuki in tow.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I was thrilled to see Yuki. I just didn’t know what to expect with her and her father planning to stay here.

When Yuki first saw me, she ran to me and hugged me so hard that I thought she might break a few more of my ribs. Then we both cried a veritable flood while she told me she loved me and that she was glad I was alive.

I hadn't realized she was at the hospital with my friends on the day of my accident, and my heart hurt when she told me how worried she'd been. Nobody would tell her anything, she said, and when she wasn’t allowed to see me, she’d feared the worst. I said I was sorry for saying I didn't want anyone to come and see me in the hospital, and she said she understood, but I wondered if she did. In hindsight, I should've agreed to let her visit. I might've felt better after a hug from my favourite local super spy and internet personality, Yuki Okamoto.

Yuki and her father haven’t left here since Saturday night. He brought the smallest shikibuton for Yuki, and of course a normal sized one for himself, and the two of them have set up camp in the laundry room, of all places. Mom and Julian are in my room, Yuri's in his own room, and of course I'm still in the dining room, so it was the only spot left.

Mr. Okamoto said he was here to help. Nobody questioned him, not even Yuri. Since then, he's been doing all kinds of things around the house, including cooking and baking, which he's good at, and housecleaning chores, which he's not good at. Most importantly, he's doing things for Yuri, like helping him in the bathroom, and making sure he stays as nourished and hydrated as possible. Mom said he even gave him a bath this morning, which in her words, "left the upstairs bathroom looking like a small tsunami went through."

While Mom mused aloud about how he could've gotten so much water everywhere and why there were so many wet towels, and complained about the disaster area he'd left behind, I laughed so hard it hurt. I was trying to picture it, and all I could think about was the time me and Ellie were babysitting her cousins, and the four-year-old decided he wanted to be a sea monster while in the bath. We even got water on the ceiling that day, although we never mentioned it to Ellie’s aunt and uncle. I guessed Yuri probably hadn’t been anywhere near as lively as that kid had been, and it was much less likely that he’d wanted to play a game and splash around for fun, so it left me curious about the mess, too.

Bathtime tsunami notwithstanding, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thankful for Mr. Okamoto's help right now. I doubt he's anywhere close to my standards when it comes to Yuri's care, but far be it from me to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. That he's even here at all is astounding, and the fact that he basically rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the current state of madness in our home is a super big deal.

On a connected and somewhat lighter note, I'm pretty sure Julian and Mr. Okamoto are besties now. Mom still seems a little cool toward him, but he and Julian have instantly bonded over their shared interests. They both play the piano, they both love art, and apparently Mr. Okamoto is as big a science fiction and fantasy nerd as Julian. Not gonna lie, listening to the two of them geek out over video games, role playing, Llama Man comics, and classic sci-fi B movies like It Came From Sixam and Day of the Plant Sims was kind of surreal.

It was highly entertaining, having an Uncle Kaz movie marathon with them on Sunday night. We watched some of Uncle Kaz's older Japanese-language films, with English subtitles, and me and Mr. Okamoto tried our best to help Julian understand the jokes. It was fun and felt weirdly comfortable, and by the end of it, my father-in-law and future stepfather were on a first-name basis. I'm not even allowed to call my father-in-law Kenji, so obviously Julian has made a great impression.

Wait... let me backtrack a bit. Like, a lot of stuff happened before the movie marathon, and it's way more important.

On Sunday, we all slept in. Once everybody except Yuri had finally gotten out of bed, Mr. Okamoto and Yuki made rice, eggs and grilled fish for breakfast, and it was so good. Mom had to feed most of my meal to me, but Yuki and I figured out a way for me to grip a spoon without using my thumb, so with her guidance, I was able to feed myself a bowl of rice. It was strange not using chopsticks, and I still feel embarrassed about getting help to eat, but I'm learning to accept it. It’s only temporary, and things could be a lot worse, right?

But, I digress.

After breakfast, Julian helped me upstairs so I could lie down and cuddle with Yuri for a while, and try to figure out just how ill he was. I knew it was serious the night before, when he didn’t come downstairs to share my mattress in the dining room, but I didn’t know the extent of it until I could see him and physically touch him.

To my dismay, it was way worse than I’d expected. He’d been unwell for a couple of weeks before my accident, and I realized he’d been declining, but this was really bad. It blew my mind how he’d managed to hide the true severity of his pain from me, but I reminded myself that I hadn’t exactly been in a fit state to notice every little nuance of his demeanour and body language like I normally would.

Obviously, he’d been forcing himself to do everything he thought he had to do instead of resting and taking care of himself, and by Saturday night his body didn’t have enough fight left in it. His immune system is weak at the best of times, and it’s like he’s constantly pushing through a state of nearly always being mildly unwell, but this had clearly been a headlong rush into a full-on crash. There was no way he hadn’t seen this coming, even if I hadn’t.

Once I was settled in bed with him, I let him lay on top of me the way he likes, even though it made my cracked rib hurt like hell. It was pointless to say anything or to try stopping him. He was so out of it, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing and just instinctively crawled onto me, seeking any bit of familiarity and human closeness he could find. I felt bad for him because even though I was in discomfort, I knew he was in far more pain than I was. I could feel heat radiating off his skin, and every time I moved even slightly, he whimpered.

I wished with every fibre of my being that I could make all his suffering disappear. I hated that he was so sick, and that it was at least partly my fault for not paying better attention to him and letting it get to this point without insisting that he needed rest and medical attention.

"This isn't good, Yuri," I told him, after I’d inadvertently shifted my weight, and he literally cried out from either the movement itself or the abrupt change of pressure against his stomach.

“Don’t… don’t do that,” he gasped. “Hurts. Gonna make me throw up.”

Normally, I might make a joke about him throwing up in bed, but this was not a laughing situation. “If you have to, tell me. I’ll yell for your dad.”

“Please… don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. His tears were soaking through my t-shirt, and I felt helpless to comfort him. “Do you want to lay a different way? It might be less uncomfortable if you’re lying on your side or your back.”

“Wanna lie like this. With our whole bodies touching.”

“We can do that with you on your side,” I said. “You can be the little spoon.”

“Don’t wanna be the little spoon.” And to prove how adamant he was about it, he curled his fingers around a fistful of my shirt, as if daring me to pry him loose. I could feel his little hand trembling against my shoulder .

I rubbed small lines on his back with my fingertips. It felt inadequate, but it was all I could do with my arm in a cast. “Yuri,” I said. “Can you listen to me for a second?”

“Yeah,” was the weak reply.

"You need to see a doctor.”

“Don't want to.”

“You can’t go on like this. You need help, and you need to be somewhere where somebody can take care of you properly.”

"No..." He dragged out the single English syllable in a long whine before continuing in barely intelligible Japanese, "Want you to take care of me."

"I can't, sweet baby," I said. "I love you so much and I want to do everything for you, and I really I wish I could, but this is too much for either of us right now. You need to be where somebody can tend to you night and day, and I think you're gonna need medicine and intravenous fluids to help you get better."

"No," he repeated.

"Yes," I insisted. "Remember last time you were this sick? You needed fluids and antibiotics, and your doctor said the hospital was the best place for you."

"Don't want antibiotics. Make me feel worse."

"I know, but only for a short time. After that, you'll start feeling better a lot quicker. Let your dad take you to the hospital so you can get better?”

“No.”

“I’m worried about you, Yuri. Please.”

"Don't wanna be alone." he said.

"You wouldn't be alone. Me and Mom and Julian would all take turns staying with you. I think even your dad would. He's really stepped up lately, you know."

"Gotta tell him..." Yuri said, but then seemed to lose the thought, and mumbled something that sounded like, "My violin."

I smiled despite the circumstances. "You have to tell your dad about your violin? What about it?"

He let out a little grunt of frustration and tugged feebly at my shirt. "Victor!"

"I'm here."

"Listen."

"I'm listening, love."

"My violin case. Tell Papa..." He trailed off momentarily, as if he was trying to think of how to make the most impact with as few words as possible. "In my violin case. Look. It's important."

"Okay," I agreed.

"Thank you," he whispered. And then, "Love you. Just... wanna protect you."

"I know," I said. "I love you too."

"Please... tell Papa. Promise."

"I promise."

That satisfied him, and he let out a long, shaky breath that was half sigh and half moan. "Gonna sleep," he murmured. He was still clutching my shirt, but it didn't take long before I felt his fingers relax.

I lay awake, thinking. I couldn't imagine what would be in Yuri's violin case other than his violin, and why it'd be so important for his father to see it, but he was so insistent that I figured I'd better not ignore his request. Besides, I promised, and you guys know how I hate breaking promises, especially ones I've made to Yuri.

When I was sure he was sound asleep, I eased him off me as carefully as I could, and then climbed out of bed. It took me a second to orient myself, and then a few more seconds to crawl my way over to where Yuri usually keeps his violin case, on the floor next to his dresser. I could make out the shape of it, and to my surprise, the distinct shape of his violin on its stand next to it. He almost never leaves his violin out for long periods of time. I didn't know when he'd practiced last, but it definitely hadn't been since I got out of the hospital. He wouldn't have left it out since Thursday, so I guessed he must've taken it out sometime on Saturday.

But why?

Cursing my clumsy fingers, I fumbled with the latch of the case for a minute or two. I let out my breath when I finally got it open.

What I found inside was something I totally did not expect. It was a beige file folder stuffed with papers.

I didn't dare try to lift it out by myself, fearing that I'd end up spilling the contents all over the floor. I knew I wouldn't be able to read anything, but I had to soothe my curiosity anyway, so I hooked my fingers under the cover of the folder and flipped it open.

I'll admit, had no idea what to make of it when I thought I saw two passports inside. Why would Yuri have our passports in a folder like this? He’d said he wanted to protect me, but surely that didn’t include leaving the country? Neither of us were in any shape for that. I didn’t understand.

I probably would've panicked if my bruised brain hadn't suddenly registered the fact that both passports were red. The covers of Canadian passports are dark blue, so neither of these could've been mine, and if mine wasn't there then Yuri's wasn't either. Even if either of us could travel, he wouldn't go anywhere without me. I was sure of that.

But, that only begged the question, whose passports were they? And what was Yuri doing with them?

Obviously, it wasn't something he was trying to hide from me, or he wouldn't have directed me to them and asked me to tell his father. The thing was, there was no way in hell I was going to show anything to Mr. Okamoto until I knew what it was myself.

Since I couldn't read the papers, and I couldn't ask Yuri about them, I decided there was only one thing to do. I made my way the short distance back to the bed, and then felt around carefully on the nightstand to locate Yuri's phone. I was glad we'd activated voice dialling on both our phones a few days ago, as that was going to make my mission a whole lot easier.

I had to concentrate to remember how Yuri had listed my mother in his contacts, but once I got it, I said aloud into the silence of the room, "Hey, Siri. Call Dr. Grace."

Mom answered on the second ring, and she sounded both confused and worried. "Yuri? Is everything okay, sweetheart? Why are you calling me from upstairs?"

"Mom, it's me," I said. "Yuri's sleeping. Everything's pretty much as you'd expect, but... can you come up, please? I need your help with something important."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'll show you in a minute. Please, just come up. I don’t want to tell you over the phone.”

That last sentence came out weird, like a line from a badly-scripted TV show, but I didn’t waste brainpower stressing over it. I had a feeling I’d need to save my mental energy to deal with whatever I was about to learn about the passports and Yuri’s folder full of mystery papers.

"Okay," Mom said. "Hang on. I'll be right there."

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behindthearmory · 8 months

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The wedding guests are on their way home! In-laws began heading home yesterday, I think. Mom left early this morning. Dad and his wife left early this morning. Brother doesn't leave until some time tomorrow, but with any luck I won't see him again before he leaves. Flan, sadly, departs tomorrow as well, but we spent a few hours together today, just the two of us. Mom stayed with me while she was here so the guest room smells like her. We got donations towards our honeymoon instead of gifts and we made up in donations the money we've spent preparing for the trip so that's great. With ONE exception, the wedding was basically perfect and everyone had fun.

Brother began fucking shit up before he even got here. Mom offered weeks ago to help pay for his hotel but he never responded to her text. When he landed Thursday afternoon he called me asking where his room is saying that he never got booking info from mom. I texted mom, "Hey, J is here, he's asking about his hotel. He says he never got any booking info from you?"

Mom texts back, "He never answered my fucking text." Then she calls me sounding stressed to the point of tears because her first flight was delayed by four hours, and she KNEW he was going to do this and how stupid she feels for hoping he might get something done on his own for once, and she tried to book a room just now but she's finally in line for her flight and she can't fill out the credit card authorization form, and she's sorry that she and J are ruining my day!

I reminded her that, no, if there's a hole in the wing of the plane and now she's delayed, that's not her fault. She's doing her best. She's doing her part and that J is responsible for fucking up his hotel situation and that no one, absolutely no one, is mad at her and I will figure out J's hotel situation. Mom is now reassured and texting me hearts while I text J to get a ride to my place and I'll figure the hotel out.

J arrives with his three months pregnant girlfriend, drops their stuff off, then leaves to get a bite to eat. I'm thinking sure, they'll go eat, then come back once their room is booked and then they'll collect their things and leave.

No! Too much to hope for! I book their room, no problem. I text him and email him the info. Ten minutes go by without a response so I emailed the info to his pregnant girlfriend and then he thanks me, but he doesn't come back to get his stuff. Three hours pass before I text them again. "Hey, I'm getting tired and I'd like to go to bed early, when will you be back to get your stuff?" He responds, "We'll just dip to our room." Then, a minute later, "Wait, we left our stuff at your place." So at 8pm I bring their things down and they finally leave with their belongings. Ok, unexpected, but no big deal.

Mom lands right around 10:30pm. We go pick her up, but it's busy so we circle around once before Leah decides to deliberately get us stuck in traffic. I go in, find mom pretty quickly, then by the time we get her bag from the baggage claim and get into the car, we're basically at the front of the line. The smoothest part of mom's day. And as a bonus, Joxer remembers her so there's minimal barking and boofing when she arrives.

So Friday rolls around and I plan on having dad over around 5:30pm to nail down the ceremony details knowing his wife will be with him. They don't tell me when they're on their way. They don't tell me when they've arrived, but J, who was not invited, texts, "Someone let us in." I'm on my way to the door and say out loud as I get the text saying they're on their way up the elevator, "Residents aren't just supposed to let people in, it's a security risk". I open the door and it's dad, his wife, J, and his pregnant girlfriend who is holding a large bottle of whiskey. J says, "I told y'all she was going to be mad about people just letting us in."

Reader, they're drunk. Dad and J are both DRUNK. They've been drinking all day. I didn't think I would have to tell a group of adults not be drunk at my place. It never occurred to me to think my adult family who loves me would show up to my place drunk or that someone in the building would just admit drunk strangers into the building, what the hell.

While I'm dragging my family members up to the roof, my in-laws are arriving to have dinner with Spouse. So I'm on the roof while Spouse is managing their dying father. Shortly after getting the ceremony sorted the discussion turns to my other brother, C, who is not invited because he's a thief.

Dad turns to my Mother and says, "I was talking to C about flying him out to Hawaii so he can marry his baby mama on the beach for Christmas. I can afford to fly him out, but I can't afford to fly him back. I asked him how he's getting back home and he said don't worry about it, you'll pay for the flight home." This is the first my mother is hearing about any trips to Hawaii or that she's expected to drop 10K to fly him, his wife, and his baby back home. Mom told dad that she will not be doing that. I announced that my dinner has arrived and that Dad, J, and their women need to leave.

The next day, Saturday, is the wedding day! Yay! Ceremony is supposed to start at 10:00am, but I can give people 15 minutes of wiggle room. The wedding website has been up for 10 months with the wedding location. It is a popular park. There are pictures of it on google maps AND my Facebook account. Everyone has had ample time to look it up and map it out and they have 15 minutes of wiggle room. It's 10:20am.

It's not 10:00 yet, but everybody except Dad, the officiant, J, and their partners is there at the garden. 10:20am and I have not gotten a single text or call from any of them. I start texting them. We have the place for an hour and that hour is already 1/3 gone. Aunt K gets a text saying they're 8 minutes away, but she got it almost five minutes ago. 10:25 and still not there I LOSE IT, but Spouse is there right in front of me, mom is behind me, Flan is close by, and Sister in Law is close by. I am surrounded by people who have chosen to love and support me. Spouse assures me that it's okay and we can start the ceremony without Dad or J.

At 10:26am Sister in Law volunteers to officiate. Sister in Law, Brother in Law, Spouse's in-state bestie (not to be confused with their out of state bestie), and their niece all take position in a row under the arch like they're trying to protect us. Spouse and I take position on opposite sides of the walkway leading to the arch while Flan graciously takes up song cue duties.

Flan starts the song. Spouse and I walk our separate paths and meet in the middle in front of our row of people who have pulled together to support us and love us. Sister in Law gives a beautiful speech off-the-cuff about how she's been with us since the first date, how she witnessed the early stages of our relationship, how we've handled all of life's curve balls together, and how magical it's been to witness it. I said my vows, Spouse said their vows, and then we fist bumped, which is what we did after our first date.

Dad and J showed up just as we were fist bumping. They missed the whole thing.

Later, Dad said that J made them late out of J's hearing. J, out of Dad's hearing, said that they were in the right spot originally, but they didn't see us so they assumed it was the wrong spot and left.

If they had called me or texted me, "Hey, we're at the garden, but we don't see you." I could have told them that we're dropping stuff off at the pavilion for the reception and that we'll be there in a few minutes. They could have checked that the place matches the pictures on google maps. They could have taken a picture of the arch and texted it to me asking, "Is this the right place?"

All they had to do, all either of them had to do, was communicate and they refused. I gave them every chance. I made this as easy as I could. And they were still too incompetent and immature to figure it out.

Mom, Flan, and my new family with Spouse were all there and it was otherwise a lovely time. People ate, played games, admired the mighty Mississippi, took pictures of the butterflies and bees in the flowers, and saw the waterfalls nearby. I danced with my sister in law, I talked to my friends and my mom, and I ate good food and I read all the lovely things people wrote in our vow books. It was a gorgeous day. I was home by 2pm. I walked the dog, washed my face, and read a book. I had veggies, a nectarine, cheese, and crackers for dinner. It was a lovely day and I am so happy to have this new family and to finally have good siblings. It was a wonderful wedding. I love my new family.

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Where There's a Will (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Six of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Part One was Oopsie Baby which you can read here.

Part Two was Promises Kept which you can read here.

Part Three was Stop Adopting My Friends which you can read here.

Part Four was If You Give a Mouse a Cookie which you can read here.

Part Five was Now Kiss! which you can read here.

Part Six follows Will's return to Chicago and everyone trying to deal with their hurt feelings over the past. There's a lot these characters need to work through with each other and I promise they're starting to. This story is mostly from Bex's perspective so we see things through her lens (imperfect as that may be.) They all do some good work opening up by the end of Part Six, but there's still things to untangle. This IS a series so everyone has room to grow in further installments (and they definitely will.)

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Christopher Herrmann & Jay Halstead, Christopher Herrmann & Will Halstead, Jay Halstead/Erin Lindsay, pre-Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Warnings: Miscommunication, Angst, Sibling Fighting, Mentioned Kidnapping and Violence, Injury, Child Illness, Mentioned Child Death

A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. (Although I think this may be the last time we see Bex's Very Specific Superpowers for a while.) Please make sure you read the summary up top for Part Six. Important notes there.

Chapter One

Will was coming home.

Bex was still trying to wrap her brain around that news. Jay was pretty light on the details—more a reflection of Will being tight lipped than Jay not asking enough questions. He’d found out that something had gone down with his job in New York and whatever happened was enough for him to want to move back to Chicago. At least for a little while.

Jay seemed to think he was just licking his wounds and that he’d be back to New York sooner rather than later. Bex wasn’t too sure about that. Accepting a job at Med seemed like a pretty permanent move to her.

In any case, once he got packed and tied up loose ends, Will was coming their way. The plan was for him to stay with Jay for a bit while he looked for his own place. He was starting at Med right after the New Year.

Will. Back in Chicago. Maybe this was the universe giving Bex a chance to get to know her ever elusive third brother.

***

“Hey, Will! It’s Bex! Swing by Molly’s tonight if you have the chance and I’ll introduce you to the gang.”

***

Jay and I were going to go for breakfast at the diner tomorrow if you’re interested!

***

When’s your lunch break? I’m at the hospital for a volunteer shift today. Maybe we can grab a coffee together?

***

“Hey! We keep missing each other. Crazy schedules, eh? So, uh, Jay and Mouse and I were going to hit the movies tonight. Jay said he thought you off today so let us know if you’re up for it…be nice to see you. Call or text me or whatever.”

***

Hey! Stopped by your new place at 6 like we said, but you weren’t home. Get caught up with work? I left a bag on your door with some treats.

***

“Will. It’s Bex. Chris and Cindy are having a barbeque this Sunday. If you have time to come by, they’d love to see you. I’d like to see you. Hope you can make it….Okay. Bye.”

***

The universe might be trying to give her a chance, but Will sure as hell wasn’t. She’d seen him a handful of times since he’d been back. Mostly at Jay’s when he was still staying there. He couldn’t exactly stop Jay from inviting her over.

Once he’d moved into his own place though, their interactions became few and far between. Without Jay in the same apartment, accepting invites and prodding him out the door, Will managed to revert back to old habits. Ones Bex was frustratingly used to.

Will was never mean to her or rude or anything like that. He just…kept his distance. When they were kids, she thought it was just because he was that much older. And then he left for school and was swapped with work all the time.

She’d actually thought it was getting better for awhile when he started emailing more after that time she was sick and he helped Jay figure out what to do over the phone. But those petered out to their usual infrequency as well.

Bex felt so stupid for thinking there was a chance it would be different with him in the same city. She knew it would be weird because they hardly knew each other, but at least with there being a chance to meet up in person maybe they’d actually break through the ever-present wall that had been up.

She’d been hopeful and that hope had her trying and trying and trying until she finally started to worry that maybe the problem wasn’t an age difference or school or physical distance, but…her.

Maybe Will just didn’t like her. And didn’t want to say anything to upset Jay.

The thought made her feel sick to her stomach.

She couldn’t talk to Jay about it. The last thing she wanted was for him to be stuck in the middle. So, she went to the one person who she knew she could always talk to.

***

“You about ready to tell me what’s wrong, kiddo?” Chris asked as they sat outside of the fire house, sharing the brownies and coffee she’d brought with her.

“That obvious?” Bex scrunched her face at him.

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Probably not to anyone else, but I like to think I’ve gotten pretty good at seeing the signs over the years. Goes with the big brother territory.”

“Not all big brothers,” she muttered.

“Ah,” Chris said, sitting back. “This is about Will.”

Bex shot him a look, but he only raised his eyebrows at her and waited her out until she sighed.

“I just don’t get it, Chris,” she said. “It was never like this with you or Jay.” Once she started talking, everything started to spill out. All of her efforts to get in touch with Will. Trying to get to know him. How he only ever hung out with her when Jay was there and even those visits were few and far between. Finally landing on her biggest fears and forcing herself to put them into words.

“What it’s me?” She stared at the grass, not wanting to look at Chris because she knew as soon as she did, that was it. She would start bawling. “What if he doesn’t want me as his sister? What do I do? Just accept it? Where does that leave Jay? I don’t—I don’t know what else to do here?”

Bex scrubbed at her face, wiping away that tears that had managed to get through and Chris reached over to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“First of all,” Chris said after a moment. “If Will doesn’t want you as his sister, then he’s an idiot.”

Bex let out a wet laugh.

“That’s a fact,” Chris continued. “How someone who went through as much school as he did could still be a moron, I have no idea, but there you go. He’s a dummy.”

“Maybe,” Bex whispered. “But what do I do, Chris. I don’t want Jay—”

“Hey, listen,” Chris squeezed her tight. “You’ve tried, okay? And if I know you, you’re probably going to keep trying because that’s just who you are. But. It’s okay to draw a line too, you know? You can only keep pushing yourself so far without Will being willing to meet you at some point.”

She knew that. She felt…perilously close to that point and she didn’t like it.

“And when you get there and you have to draw a line, you do it,” Chris said. “Because you’re important here too, Bex. It’s not just about Will and Jay. You need to be okay too. I know that Jay would agree with me on this.”

More tears slipped down her cheeks and he took his sleeve to rub at the tracks.

“You’ve got me and Cindy and the kids and you’ve got Jay,” he said. “And if you need to let Will go, we’ll all still be here for you. Have you talked to Jay about any of this?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t him to feel like he was in the middle.”

“I think you need to give him a little more credit,” Chris said gently, the faintest rebuke still there. “He would hate to know you’ve been going around feeling like this and not saying anything to him.”

Bex sniffled and nodded. “Is it weird that I want to keep trying with Will?”

“No,” Chris said slowly, weighing his words. “I don’t think it’s weird. Nobody ever wants to give up on family. And I’m not saying you should give up or shouldn’t keep trying…just don’t forget about caring for yourself in all of this, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.” He cupped a hand over the top of her head. “I don’t like people making my baby girl sad,” he said. “Will’s a pretty big guy, but I’m willing to deck him if you need me to. Mouch’ll help.”

She laughed at that. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Bex gave him a smooch on his cheek. “Thanks, Chris.”

“Anytime, kiddo.” The alarm went off and he gave her a quick hug before dashing back inside. Bex mulled over his words while she cleaned everything up.

Chris had a point. If Will wasn’t willing to at least try, then what was she doing? She had an awesome family. Great friends. If Will didn’t want to be part of that, why try to force it?

But…

Bex sighed. That little voice in the back of her brain wouldn’t let her give up quite yet.

One more chance.

She pulled out her phone and texted him, offering to meet up for lunch at the cafeteria the next day. Meet him on his turf and make it as easy as possible for him to show up.

To her surprise, he said yes.

“Okay,” Bex blew out a breath. “Finger crossed for real this time, Will.”

Maybe, maybe…they could actually make some progress.

***

Bex stood in the cafeteria, keeping an eye out for Will. He was ten minutes late.

That wasn’t anything to be worried about, she told herself. He could be tied up with a patient. It wasn’t like they could really stick to a schedule at the hospital. Especially in the ER. Anyone coming through those doors would take precedence over a lunch break.

Another ten minutes went by. She texted him to check in.

And another. No response.

A few hallways down, the sound of laughter caught her ear and she turned a corner to see Will and Dr. Manning chatting in the hallway, drinking coffees.

“Will!”

Bex definitely didn’t mean to shout his name like that. It just popped out.

He startled and then caught her eye. She saw the moment his surprise shifted to something more…guilty. “Hey, Bex,” he said as she stalked over. “I was just coming down. Oh, hey, Nat, this is my half-sister, Rebecca.”

Her stomach did an ugly twist. Jay had never called her his half-sister. Neither had Chris.

She was their sister. Full stop.

“Nice to meet you,” Dr. Manning said with a warm smile. “I have to get back. Will, thanks for lunch.” She waved and headed down the hall.

“Thanks for lunch?” Bex asked Will once Dr. Manning was out of sight.

“I know,” he ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at her. “I’m really sorry, Bex. Things were so crazy today and Nat asked about grabbing a quick bite. I wasn’t sure how much time we’d get before we were hit again and I totally forgot about meeting you—”

"Is that how you see me?” Bex asked, cutting off his rambling run of excuses.

“What?”

“You said ‘half-sister’. I’m just halfway a sister for you?”

“I didn’t—I mean, technically—”

“I am trying here, Will,” Bex said, voice breaking as she tried to hold back. She didn’t want to cry. Not now. Not in front of Will. She wanted to get this out and have him hear her. “I have been trying. For years. All I’ve ever wanted to do is get to know you. My brother. I want to have a relationship with you, Will. I want to hear about your day and have stupid inside jokes. I want you in my life. Not halfway. For real. In my family.”

“Bex…” he trailed off. Looking strained by every aspect of this conversation.

And that said enough. Okay, then. Bex was drawing her line.

“This is what I want, Will,” she said. “And if you do only one thing for me from here on out, it should be that I want you to think about what you want. If you don’t want that? Me in your family? Just say it. I can’t keep going on like this, Will. I need you to take even one step toward meeting me or…call it and walk away.”

Bex took a step back when he reached for her arm. “Think about it,” she said. “I won’t be bothering you again. You can get in touch with me and let me know what you decide. Or don’t.” She shrugged at him. “And I’ll still have my answer.”

Turning around, Bex walked away, part of her hoping he would call out after her. The other, unsurprised when he didn’t.

There it was. She’d drawn the line.

And felt somehow worse than she did before.

A week went by and she didn’t hear anything from Will. Didn’t see him at Molly’s or when she was volunteering at the hospital.

Nothing at all.

Until they found out Jay had been kidnapped.

Click here for Chapter Two.

Click here for Chapter Three.

Click here for Chapter Four.

Click here for Chapter Five.

(Here's the link to read Where There's a Will on ao3.)

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What is it Like in your Shoes?

Written for DabiHawksweek 2023 Day 4 Prompt: BodySwap Fandom: MHA/BNHA Characters: Hawks (Keigo Takami), Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Aizawa Shota, Minor OC, Endeavor to push the plot along Words: 3691 Warnings: Mentions of Dabi's chronic pain that he should have and Aizawa being done with everybody Summary: Hawks and Dabi were happy to just eat dinner and hang out at their apartment, but a quirk mishap makes their day so much worse and why does Dabi have to go out and be a hero!?

“Hey pretty bird,” Dabi greeted the number two hero in the muddy ally.

“Hey, hot stuff, waiting long?” Hawks asked with a smirk.

“Please I’m used to you being late,” Dabi scoffed, but it only made Hawks laugh more.

“So we going to hang out here all night. Backway alleys aren’t exactly good for my image,” Hwask tilted his head.

“To good for the dirt of the city?” Dabi asked but grabbed the hero’s arm nonetheless.

“Hell yeah, I’m too good for the dirt of the city!” Hawks put a hand over his head mocking being offended, getting pushed by Dabi into a wall.

“If your to good for the dirt then why spend your time with me?”

“You’re not the dirt of the city Dabi,” Hawks rolled his eyes, use to the fire user blowing off his attempts at compliments.

“Yeah yeah,” Dabi waved him off as they continued to sneak through the night till they made it to Hawk’s apartment.

“Ready to fly up?” Hawks asked, grabbing Dabi around the waist to lift him.

“As I’ll ever be. You drop me and I’m roasting your ass,” Dabi glared but let himself be picked up and flew to the penthouse.

“Finally free!” Dabi ripped the medical mask off of his face.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to pick up dinner,” Hawks told him as he flew right back out of the apartment.

“Dumb bird needs to eat better,” Dabi grumbled as he sat on the couch putting on some random movie.

Meanwhile, Hawks was able to make it all the way to KFC without incident, a place that he knows Dabi will yell at him about later but he has no food and he agreed to go food shopping once a week. That day is tomorrow not today and even if it was the fire user never gave him a list so fried chicken it is.

The actual problem arises as he was ordering. Hawks was happy to sit in the dining room and wait for his food to be ready, use to the attention that comes with being a top hero.

“Your Hawks,” a kid said, looked to be younger than his favorite and only intern.

“Yep! Number two hero and everything,” Hawks smirked. “Do you want an autograph or a picture?” Hawks asked.

“Wow fame has gone to your head,” the kid glared as alarm bells started to ring in Hawk’s head, but he tried to ignore them. This was just a kid.

The lady at the counter called his name and as he was about to get up and get it the kid stopped him. “Let me! I need to get paper for an autograph anyway,” the kid smiled.

Hawks couldn’t say no without sounding like a dick in public so he just smiled at let the kid go, texting Dabi that he would be home soon with dinner.

“Who am I making it out to?” Hawks asked as he got out a pen.

“Thomas Himura,” Hawks wrote the name flawlessly.

“That’s a strange name,” Hawks commented, curiosity getting the better of him.

“My dad’s Japanese but my mom is from America. Couldn’t decide on a nation so I got the lucky mix,” the kid shrugged as he passed the bag of food to Hawks. “Thanks so much for the autograph number two!” Thomas waved as he flew back home.

“Took you long enough,” Dabi grumbled from the couch.

“Got stopped by a fan,” Hawks shrugged, but put the chicken and sides on two plates, passing one to the fire user.

“You’re going shopping tomorrow. This is sad,” Dabi ordered, but still ate the food.

“Write me about what you want to get. You know I can’t cook,” Hawks shrugged, as he finished his food and the two cuddled on the couch for the rest of the movie before washing the dishes and heading to the bedroom to get some well-rested sleep.

Dabi woke up the next morning with a heavy weight on his back and a distinct lack of chronic pain in his body. Feeling tired and still out of it he made his way to the kitchen, hissing in pain when he felt something hit the weight on his back.

“Too early for this shit,” Dabi grumbled as he started the coffee maker, getting the sugar and creamer out. How Hawks can drink this shit black still amazes him. Grabbing the two fixed drinks he took a sip of his and noticed one that it was way too sweet for his liking which is strange cause he makes it the same way every time. The second thing he noticed was looking down, now fully awake, his arm had no scars, no staples, and no dark purple. It was clean and perfect. Paying attention now he put Hawks’s drink down and put his now free hand to his face. He didn’t feel any staples pulling at his skin. His skin felt way too soft and his eyes which held no staples felt sharper. Looking in the mirror closest mirror he could find he looked and instead of his reflection, he saw the birdbrain himself.

“WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT!” Dabi screamed, dropping his coffee on the floor, and making Hawks run in.

“Who the fuck are you!” Hawks asked pointing at the person standing in the living room who looked exactly like him, confusion forming on his face when a feather didn’t come to his hand when summoned.

“Shit!” Hawks yelled as he dropped his arm from pain, looking down he saw the vast purple scars that he came to fall in love with. Touching his face he felt the staple. Felt them as they connected his skin and induced pain with each movement.

“Hey, Hawks. You good?” Dabi asked in his body and ‘oh my gosh Dabi is in my body!’

“Fine! I am the furthest thing from fine! How the fuck did we swap bodies!” Hawks was freaking out trying to move his arms and talked but was reminded of the pain. “How the fuck do you function with this much fucking pain!” Hawks gasped and he could see the frown forming on his face.

“I’m used to it. How do you handle this huge ass weight on your back?” Dabi grumbled, slouching.

“Don’t slouch. You’ll ruin my posture!” Hawks yelled, making Dabi roll his eyes.

“I think that you’re posture is the least of your worries.”

“You don’t understand. I have to go to work today. You have to go to work today,” Hawks pointed as Dabi’s eyes widened.

“Hell no! I can’t go to work as a hero!” Dabi protested.

“You don’t have a choice. I will go through hell if I miss work. So listen carefully. You have a morning team-up with Endeavor and I don’t want to hear it. Kill him in your own time, but not in my body,” Hawks glared at the fire user.

“I am not working with that asshole,” Dabi growled.

“You want to kill Endeavor well I worked too hard to get this close to him for you to fuck up my image. When you get your body back you can kill him all you want, but while in my body you will not lay a hand on him,” Hawks glared.

“Fine I won’t lay a hand on him,” Dabi grumbled knowing that if he truly angers the number two hero he could lose a good deal the two have going on.

“Good. Second, we have to find the kid that did this to us. I think I know who but we’re going to need Aizawa’s help. I need you to go to UA during your lunch break. Make it like you visiting Tokyami. I can be on call telling you what to say during the entire day if need be. Say his then get Aizawa alone and explain the situation. We will try to keep you being you a secret for as long as possible,” Hawks explained.

“This is never going to work. I don’t have control over your quirk as you do. I won’t be able to do this at all,” Dabi started to freak out.

“You will. I have trained my quirk well. They work kinda like an actual bird. Treat your wings like a second limb. If you jump out of a window and need to fly they will. Trust me,” Hawks smiled at him.

“Do not bring that shit in here. I am not jumping out of this window!”

“If you don’t I will push you,” Hawks glared and Dabi can admit, being on the other side of his glare he can understand why people do what he says.

“What are you going to do while I’m out playing the hero?” Dabi accused, turning on the scared man.

“I can’t go anywhere and it is still my apartment so I’m just going to stay here. Enjoy my time off while I direct you and make sure you don’t ruin my reputation or get me in jail,” Hawks glared, not leaving any room for argument.

“Fine,” Dabi grumbled finally walking towards the window before immediately turning around. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can,” Hawks stopped him easily, slowly pushing him towards the edge.

“Hawks. Babe. Birdie can we talk about this?” Dabi asked, slowly walking backward.

“Their nothing to talk about. Now fly,” Hawks gave him a small kiss on the lips before pushing him over the balcony.

“Fuck you!” Dabi yelled as the wings stopped his fall, deciding not to stay he grumbled and started to fly towards his boyfriend’s agency.

His phone rang just as he landed. Dabi was confused for a second before he remembered. He had the bird’s jacket because he is the bird. This day is going to last forever,” Dabi groaned as he walked into the office, ignoring the call.

‘Deep breaths. You belong here,’ Dabi thought to himself as the sidekicks and other workers waved at him as he passed.

“There you are!” A high-pitched voice stopped him as he was walking, but that didn’t stop the person from grabbing his arm and dragging him to what he hopes is the bird’s office.

“You’re late! Not that I don’t appreciate you finally acting like every other person in the workforce but just because you sign my paychecks doesn’t mean you can’t call ahead like everyone else! Lucky for you that I work for you and I’m damn good at my job. I already warned the Endeavor agency to push the morning patrol to mid-morning. I got the message to clear your lunch which means your modeling gig was pushed to tomorrow but this is the second time I pushed it back so you have to be there. You have a lone patrol tonight, but Best Jeanist has been calling you again. Want me to redirect his calls again?” the woman who must be Hawks’s secretary asked.

“Actually can you give me five seconds?” Dabi asked as he pulled out the phone that hadn’t stopped ringing, they’d just been actively avoiding it.

“I’ll give you two minutes. You know how I feel about personal calls. Honestly, this place would burn to the ground without me here,” she rolled her eyes as she walked outside the office and closed the doors.

“Thank God you finally picked up,” his own voice came over the phone.

“I don’t have a lot of time. You’re secretary lady only gave me like two minutes. She’s scary,” Dabi told him as Hawks laughed.

“Yeah, but she keeps the agency up and running when I can’t. Now listen in my top drawer there’s a set of headphones, not the ones that I wear for flying but a smaller pair. Put one of those in your ear and make sure you can still hear what’s going on around you. I’ll talk you through the day,” Hawks informed him as Dabi did as he was told and found the headphones, putting one in his ear.

“Alright let’s get this day officially started. Make your way to the front desk and grab the papers that I know you didn’t grab,” Hawks's voice came in through his ear.

“Ah, you’re finally done. Are you okay with the schedule change?” she questioned.

“Say yes and thank her. Her name is Sakura.”

“Thank Sakura and yeah the schedule works great,” Dabi assured her as she smiled and walked away. Dabi was amazed at how easy it is to smile in Hawks’body.

“Ah, Hawks there you are. Here are the papers,” the guy at the front desk handed them to Hawks.

“Bring them back to my office and just leave them. I’ll have to do some extra papers tomorrow or whenever we get this fixed, I don’t think you can pull off my signature,” Hawks laughed as Dabi had to stop from rolling his eyes.

“Alright now make your way to the center. That’s where you’re meeting number one.”

“I don’t want to be in the same room as him unless I’m killing him,” Dabi grumbled.

“As long as you’re in my body-”

“I know I’ll behave,” Dabi groaned.

“You’re late Hawks,” Endeavor groaned.

“Relax big man! I’m here aren’t I,” Hawks said with a smile as Dabi repeated it.

“Whatever let’s go,” the taller male started to walk away, leaving Dabi to follow.

“I saw that Shoto is going to be interning at your agency,” Hawks commented and his brother was the last thing that Dabi wanted to talk about.

“How’s Shoto?” Dabi chooses to ask instead.

“My family is none of your business,” Endeavor grunted.

“Don’t lose your cool,” Hawks voice came into his ear, but Dabi didn’t feel like listening.

“Sorry for trying to give a fuck. What else are we supposed to do while on patrol?” Dabi asked and he could hear the head slap through the headphones.

“You have the nerve to talk to me like that!” the fire user roared, turning on his heel to face Dabi.

“Oh, I have the nerve! You have no right to treat me like I’m below you,” Dabi countered as an audience started to form around them.

“Are they fighting?”

“I mean it is Endeavor”

“What did he do to Hawks?”

“Dabi you really fucked this up,” Hawks groaned.

“Hey leave Hawks alone!” a bystander started to yell.

“Yeah stop being a jerk!”

“Oh no! Dabi you got to start riot control! Try to calm them down and assure them that nothing is wrong and everything is okay,” Hawks directed.

“Fuck that shit. I’m walking away,” Dabi whispered back as the crowd parted ways for him., making his way to UA, and hanging up on the bird.

“Hawks, what are you doing here?” Aizawa asked as the number two hero walked into the gym.

“Oh you know just wanting to visit my favorite intern,” Dabi said, but how Eraser’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Cut the shit. I don’t have enough brain cells to deal with shit for the rest of the day,” Aizawa said as he took a drink out of a water bottle that Dabi was sure did not contain water.

“It’s more of a private situation. Just come over to Haw- my apartment when you have time,” Dabi asked.

“Class All Might and Present Mic are taking over I’ve got some business to take care of,” Aizawa yelled as he walked outside the gym.

“Are you coming?” the black-haired man asked.

“Right coming,” Dabi started to walk next to him.

“I’m not flying,” Eraser glared as he jumped up on a rough top, using his cloth.

“Fine by me,” Dabi rolled his eyes as he followed from the ground the two eventually made it to the apartment.

“Alright, what’s the problem?” Aizawa asked.

“We got to get inside first,” Dabi said, voice laced in sarcasm.

“Thank God you are here! I’ve been having an urge for a cigarette since you left. The news already knows about the morning patrol with Endeavor and the HPSC has been calling my personal nonstop,” Hawks complained, but was quickly stopped as Eraser activated his quirk and punched him in the face.

“Hawks, what is going on?” Aizawa asked, looking towards Dabi.

“Did you not tell him anything? You are such a dick!” Hawks yelled, trying to struggle out of the bonds. “Aizawa let me go! He’s Dabi I’m Hawks. I got hit by a quirk and I need your help!”

“Do I want to know?” Aizawa asked.

“He’s telling the truth,” Dabi shrugged as realization hit him and he turned towards Hawks.

“You didn’t feed my body it’s morning or lunch cigarette!”

“I don’t smoke!” Hawks said, sarcasm in his voice.

“But I do and you’re in my body! You know I live off of cigarettes and alcohol!”

“Yet you yell at me to take care of my body,” Hawks rolled his eyes.

“My body is already fucked I can do whatever the hell I want to it! Last I checked you were supposed to be out saving lives!”

“Will you two shut the fuck up! I believe you. I’ll clear your schedule, Hawks. Do not leave this apartment and tell me what happened to make you both like this,” Aizawa used his dad voice on the two.

Dabi and Hawks exchanged a look with each other, fighting quietly before Hawks’s body turned and pouted as Dabi’s smiled wide. Aizawa was deeply unnerved by the body posture of both.

So with a smiling Dabi. Hawks explained what happened to them last night before they both went to bed.

“Ignoring the fact that you are harboring a villain and you are living with a hero,” I will go out and find this kid and let you know what I find. Behave,” Aizawa glared at the two before leaving.

“Could have gone better,” Hawks grumbled.

“Could have gone worse birdbrain,” Dabi rolled his eyes.

“Since you’re in my body would that make you birdbrain?” Hawks asked.

“Nope 'cause I’m still smarter,” Dabi smiled back.

“What do we do till he gets back,” Hawks asked out loud as he stretched on the couch.

“Movie and dinner?” Dabi offered.

“I’ll put in an order,” Hawks got off the couch.

“I’ll find a movie,” Dabi grabbed the remote.

It was forty-five minutes later that there was a knock on the door.

“Hawks Food,” Dabi pointed towards the door.

“I’m the one who looks like a villain you go get the door,” Hawks tried to push Dabi off the couch but forgot about all the muscle on his body.

“Will one of you open this fucking door!” Aizawa yelled from the other side, making both of them walk towards the door.

“Aizawa you got a kid with you,” Dabi observed as Aizawa was indeed holding a teen by his collar.

“Thomas remet the number two hero and fire villain Dabi. Dabi Hawks meet Thomas Himura,” Aizawa pushed the kid inside the apartment.

“Hey that’s the kid from last night,” Hawks observed.

“Yep and here’s your food. Be happy I stopped the delivery boy on his way up, now Thomas touch the damn food. I am too tired to deal with this shit,” the kid did as he was told.

“I only wanted to have a little fun,” Thomas mumbled.

“And I want to go one day without dealing with problem children, but we can’t always have what we want. Now fix the food.” the kid touched the bag of food as Aizawa placed it in front of them. “Now eat. I’ll explain. Kid, you’re free to go, but If I catch you doing something again I’ll put you in a cell for a week,” Aizawa pushed the kid outside the apartment.

“Am I going to jail after this?” Dabi asked as he ate the food.

“Are you going to kidnap another one of my kids?” Aizawa countered.

“Aaaww you call them your kids,” Hawks looked wide-eyed at the tired teacher.

“No Shiggs originally wanted that Todoroki kid and the fire guy, but I actually got him down to one,” Dabi told him.

“And I still have to make sure he’s in therapy!” Aizawa took a few deep breaths before continuing. “I’m not arresting you. If I run into you causing trouble then I’m carting your ass away. I was ready to arrest you when I first found out but was calmed down. The kid had a parent that was taken from him when Hawks did a drug bust a few months ago. His quirk works on food. He can make people switch bodies as long as they ingest the food that he touches. He wanted some revenge, but he already signed forms so he can’t talk about anything that happened today without consent from all three of us or he really will be in a cell. His guardian was there for him to sign the papers so don’t worry. When you wake up tomorrow you should be back to normal. Hawks if you are ever in trouble call me. I don’t care what time it is or what’s going on. I will answer and if I find out that Dabi has hurt you in any way I will kill him,” Aizawa assured as he walked out the door.

“Was he aware that I am still here?” Dabi asked as he finished eating the food.

“I think it was sweet. While I never want to experience this again it was nice to know what you have to go through every day. I had to take way more pain pills than necessary,” Hawks groaned as he picked up both plates to wash them.

“I guess your life as a hero isn’t as easy as I make fun of you for,” Dabi agreed.

“So you’re going to stop making fun of me!?” Hawks asked hopefully.

“Not a chance!” Dabi laughed as the two walked back towards the bedroom.

“Night Kei,” Dabi laid down in bed, turning off the lights.

“Night Tou,” Hawks pulled the covers over them.

Both were in pure bliss when they woke up the next morning to discover themselves in their original bodies.

#dabibnha #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabihawks #dabi my hero academia #hawks x dabi #hawksbnha #ao3 hawks #my hero academia hawks #established couple #established relationship #not canon #aizawa shouta #aizawa is very much done with Hawk's and Dabi's shit #dabihawksweek23

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My Strange Addiction p. 3

Warning ⚠ Language, SH, bruises, fighting, homophobia ⚠

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Els 🤍

Have a safe flight princess

Yea.

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You were almost about to have a break down in the airport but you didn't. Your flight departs in two hours. So you went to go get something to drink since you weren't really hungry. You had accidentally gotten Ellie's favorite drink which was a matcha latte. You realize that you actually missed her. You had called your youngerbrother Mason (the kid from p.1)

"Mason! "

"Sup sis you at the airport?"

"Yea I'm getting something to drink my flight leaves in a half hour"

"Good Casey isn't here right now she left to the store."

"Oh ok, you gonna pick me up from the airport or is Casey going to?"

"Casey is"

"Ok well I got to go Mason bye love you."

"Love you to sis bye."

Call ended 5:35AM

You finished your drink and you are ready to go on the plane to California. You really hated going home because of your father. He'd hit you when you would talk about your sexuality(Bisexual), since that meant that you found girls attractive also. Your mom was the opposite she loved you even if you were gay. So when you were 12 you'd always find a reason to get out of your house for hours so you can have time to yourself.

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Once you got off the plane you had spotted your sister's car. (She had a black Jeep) you had gotten in and you guys started talking.

"So how have you been?"

"Wow man I mean I've been all over the fucking place really"

"Are you still.."

"What?"

"Cutting yourself.."

"Oh.. No I'm actually not I mean I think about it but I'm not doing it."

You guys started talking more then the conversation started gravitating to crushes.

"What about you? You like someone"

"Uhm... Yeah a little bit."

"Ahhh... So you gonna tell me or what? " she said why giggling.

"It's this girl.."

"Ok ok what's her name?"

"E-Ellie Williams."

"No fucking way!"

"What?"

"I know her"

"Stop fucking with me Case."

"I'm not we used to be friends in high school but we still talk occasionally"

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As you guys arrived at your parents house you grabbed your stuff out the back and headed inside. You went upstairs to your old room and set your stuff down in there. You went down stares and had seen your older brother Mason. You ran towards him and gave him the biggest hug because he was the sibling that never doubted you.

On Friday was when you guys went to court and they decided which parent had full custody over your siblings since Casey was 17 and Mason was 15. You had hoped that your mom had full custody over them because of how your dad was.

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It was 8:30 in the morning and you had texted Dina to ask her for an important favor.

Dina😍

Hey D.

Wsp

Ok so you remember when you said you'd do anything for me?

Omg girl js say it 😭

Ok I have a crush on Ellie and I keep thinking about her its like an addiction can you like tell her when I get back that I need to talk to her?

YESSSS!

I told you soooo

Shut up D.

She said yea!!!!

Ok thank you so much Dina I love you so much ❤❤❤❤

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You kept thinking about Ellie's eyes. The way they shined in the light, the way they looked while looking at you. It was like Ellie's eyes were your strange addiction.

You had gotten dressed and on your back were bruises from your dad that you took pictures of to get proof so your mom can have full custody.

"Mom!"

"Hi honey! Are you ready?"

"Yeah"

"Ok go check on Mason and Casey we are gonna leave right now."

"Yeah."

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The court season had gone great your mom had full custody of them. Your phone buzzes, its Jesse. He says that Ellie got into a fight and that she's messed up pretty bad. Your heart dropped. You said that you'll be back today. You were gonna talk to Ellie about your feelings but you didn't want to untill she was feeling better. You were on your way to the airport but you asked Casey to stop at 7-11 . You went inside to buy Ellie some snacks. You bought her Hot Cheetos, a monster, sour patch Kids and skittles. Once Casey and Mason had arrived to the airport you said goodbye to Mason and hugged him and said goodbye to Casey.

You were worried about Ellie so much. You decided to take an Uber back to your dorm. You dropped your stuff off in your dorm, Dina wasn't there which means they were all in Jesse's dorm. You rush in your sweat pants and T-shirt to Jesse's dorm. You forgot a sweater to cover your cuts because you were in a hurry. You open Jesse's door and hurry over to Ellie cupping her face in your hands which make Ellie blush. Dina and Jesse both look at each other because of how worried you were about her. Jesse notices your cuts after he stops looking at Dina and worries that they will see too. Ellie did Dina was too far to see.

"Ellie are you ok?!"

"Yea im ok(name)"

"What the fuck did you do now."

"Wha- I didn't- I didn't do anything"

"Ellie stop fucking with me I was worried what the fuck happened?"

".... I got into a fight with some football guy"

"Holy shit ellie"

"Hey (name) can I talk to you?"

You nod at jesse. You realize that you forgot a jacket.

"You forgot a jacket you good with telling them? "

"Yea I'm ready Im just not gonna tell them about the body images yet."

"Alright tell me when it gets too much ok"

"Yes my beloved" you said sarcastically

You go back to Ellie and her eyes look at your left wrist. You get nervous but you were ok with them knowing about it.

"What's that..."

You sigh and you sit down on the couch and Dina sits next to you.

"I- i- I cut m-"

Your words get cut off by Dina as she hugs you for comfort. Ellie's eyes look at you in worry. You notice that she's looking at you in your eyes and you just known that she's worried for you.

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Authors notes: wow this series is gonna be long so stay tuned I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

I wanted to make the series realistic but not too realistic if ykwim but yea I'm sorry that we didn't get to the confession but we will soon! Ok I love you guys so much go to my page if you want part one!!! ❤

#ellie x reader #tlou rp #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #Spotify

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