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vlrspace · 4 months

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where’s everybody? yuuji wonders as he walks through the dorms, looking for his friends, who seemingly disappeared from the face of earth. he long stopped calling out names, already feeling a little defeated by the fact that he will spend his saturday afternoon alone.

it doesn’t bother the pink haired male as much anymore, he’s used to being alone even when his grandpa was alive. still, the slight sting in his heart and the small lump in the back of his throat is something he can’t evade. though right before his mood swings towards the gloomier side, yuuji takes a big breath and decides to might as well make something to eat and maybe watch a movie too, there’s no point in sulking around.

what he doesn’t expect is hearing the sound of music from the kitchen, following by the clinking of dishes.

as he opens up the door, yuuji sees you leaning over the kitchen isle in the middle of the room, looking at a battered up book, reading to yourself. he contemplates to silently turn around and go back to his room, not wanting to be a bother but you look up at him after hearing someone stepping into the room.

and when a sweet smile spreads across your face, yuuji finds himself not wanting to leave.

“yuuji! wanna bake cookies with me?” you ask excitedly upon seeing him and you stand straight back up, waiting for his answer.

at your question, the boy opposite of you feels warmth spreading through his whole body and he’s sure there is a faint blush on his cheeks. you’ve been nothing but kind to him ever since he joined jujutsu tech, his pretty upperclassman who’s the definition of an angel. his heart flutters with every smile you send his way and he could literally melt in your arms every time you hug him.

so without hesitation, yuuji replies “yes, i’d love to!” even if he hadn’t baked cookies before and has no clue what to do.

“great, come here then” you invite him closer happily as you make him space, so he can also read the instructions in the book as well. “have you baked cookies before?” you ask, while looking up at him with bright eyes and yuuji feels butterflies flying around in his tummy.

“no, no i haven’t” he answers with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head and you take the book in your hands, standing a little closer to him.

“well it’s quite easy, you can never make the cookie dough wrong, but we have to make sure we take it out of the oven in time, so they aren’t burned to crisp” you explain and yuuji can’t tear his eyes away from you. “what kind of cookies do you want to make?”

yuuji doesn’t care what kind of cookies you two make, as long as he gets to spend time with you, alone like this. he can’t seem to function properly anyways, because you stand a little too close to him, not that he minds, and the smell of your strawberry shampoo and the whiff of your parfume fills up his nostrils, he feels very comfortable being around you.

that’s why yuuji tells you, he doesn’t mind, he’s not a picky eater and he’s happy making cookies however you like. you excitedly nod and the two of you get prepared to make chocolate chip cookies.

ten minutes later, the two of you are well into making the cookie dough and while you sometimes chime into the conversation with the instructions, you and yuuji talk about anything and everything that’s on your minds.

“do you know where everyone is?” yuuji asks curiously and you think for a second before answering.

“well as far as i know, nobara and maki went shopping or more like nobara dragged maki with her” you let out a laugh and yuuji joins you because he can imagine that be the case. “yuuta is still abroad on a mission. panda and toge went to get a few groceries because it’s their turn to make dinner tonight” you fist bump the air and yuuji can only agree with you because the two second years do cook well, but it makes him wonder if you’d like his cooking too.

“and megumi?” he asks before he’d get too into his head about you.

“i don’t actually know where he is” you say with your brows furrowed and you only shrug after a few seconds. “he might be in his room, you know how he likes his space” your response makes yuuji sulk over the dough in his hands and a visible pout forming on his face.

“i knocked on his door and got no response” he mumbles dejectedly and you let out a little giggle at his reaction.

“awh, it’s okay yuuji don’t take it to heart, that’s just how megumi is and besides we get to hang out together. and you know, i really like spending my time with you” your last words are softer and quieter, your gaze remains on your own cookie dough and you hope that your blush isn’t as visible because your face sure feels hot.

it’s funny how you thought that you could keep your feelings at bay, but it’s proven to be a real struggle when he’s a few inches away from you with his large, veiny hands and the loose white shirt does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and muscular body and you don’t even want to think about those grey joggers. and yuuji is so nice, not many boys your age are this friendly and kind, he’s also very funny and strong willed (you can’t imagine what it’s like to exist with sukuna in the same body). you’re somewhat grateful that you are a year above him because you would have a hard time being around him as classmates, while also heavily crushing on him.

you hadn’t realised that yuuji moved away from his spot, his own dough completely flattened out and ready to be portioned into smaller shapes. you are nowhere near that far, though that is no surprise, with a natural raw strength like yuuji’s, he has no trouble with flattening out cookie doughs or anything really.

his firm chest pressing against your back is the first thing you feel, conjoined with his larger, warmer but slightly sticky hands on your own ones, helping you with the dough as his lips hover just above your left ear.

when did he move behind you like that?

“i like spending my time with you too” he replies lowly, pressing you a little into the kitchen isle as he works the dough with your hands.

yuuji doesn’t know what’s got into him, his body moved on its own and in a second he was behind and on you. he can feel sukuna’s energy slightly fading and yuuji guesses this whole thing was his idea. for once, he’s thankful for the evil curse, but he hopes that you aren’t uncomfortable.

the last thing yuuji wants is for you to be uncomfortable, with him.

your breathing is a little rapid from his actions, but then he feels you leaning into him and yuuji feels the butterflies doing another round of flying in his tummy. it isn’t like you aren’t the same, mainly after his words, your mind feels a little hazy as you feel a sudden wave of happiness washing over you.

yuuji presses your hands against the dough gently, not wanting to hurt you. the process is a little slower than when he was doing it alone and when you two are finished, it makes the boy chuckle at how quick you are to grab a cookie cutter, your butt pressing into his crotch softly (he can barely stop a groan leaving his mouth) and he wraps his right hand around yours and the two of you begin to press the cutter into the dough.

your left hands are intertwined on the kitchen isle, his palm completely engulfing yours as the two of you continue on working in silence.

@/vlrspce, 2023

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runnning-outof-time · 3 months

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Hello! Can I request John with "Do you actually love me?"

Hi there @kpoploverxx-12 ! Thanks so much for sending this in! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it! I hope you like what I did with it! This is my favorite John fic that I’ve written in a long time….it might even be my favorite fic of this celebration. Enjoy! :)

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Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Exactly Like That

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 683

Summary: Two friends become a something a little more than that when John lets those three words slip.

John and (Y/N) were sitting on the bank of the Cut, like they usually do. They’d gone there nearly every Friday for the last ten years, spare the years when John was away at war. Whenever he’d come home though, they’d somehow find themselves sitting there.

In a way, it became like their therapy. The calming sound of the water flowing became the backdrop that the two would share their goings on to.

It was there that these two became closer to each other than anyone else in their lives.

John just finished telling (Y/N) what was happening in his family. She was the one person who would listen to everything and not tell a soul. She did so because she knew John would do the same for her. They were both thankful for each other in that regard.

“You’ll get through it, John. You always do,” she said to him, a smile forming as she turned to face him. “And hey, if you don’t, I know that I’ve got a handsome amount of money coming my way,” she joked then, cracking up at her own statement.

John couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter was like music to his ears. It always instantly put him in a better mood. “I love you,” he admitted once his laughter died down and he’d been watching at her as she came down from her fit of giggles from a few moments ago.

“Yeah,” she agreed, not really hearing what he said at first. Silence fell over them as (Y/N) looked down to the water again. Then it clicked. “Do you actually love me?” she asked, a seriousness present in her voice that hadn’t been there seconds ago. This conversation had essentially changed tones on a dime.

“Yeah, course I do,” John responded without a second thought.

(Y/N) froze for a moment, her heart rate quickening. “Yeah, well not like that, right?” she scrambled to ask while mentally telling herself to calm down and not get ahead of herself.

John’s eyes danced over her face for a moment, taking her features in before the slightest smile graced his lips. “No, exactly like that,” he spoke with sincerity, like it was the most important thing he’d ever said.

(Y/N) let out a breath, her eyes going wide as she quickly looked straight again. She was freaking out now, and she didn’t want him to see it. In all their years of friendship, she never thought that things would get to this point…where she’d make her feelings for him known.

Nothing was said as John reached over and gently took hold of (Y/N)’s chin so that he could guide her eyes back to his. They held eye contact for a few moments, the air around them holding this weird tension that neither of them had experienced before.

John just had to break it. “I love you, (Y/N). Have since you and I was kids,” he told her, speaking softly due to their proximity, but she heard every word clear as day. She also didn’t miss his eyes as they flitted down to her lips. There was no hesitation in her moving the slightest bit closer to him, showing him that she wanted exactly what he wanted. He licked his lips before continuing, “…been wantin’ to do this for a long time too,” he breathed, giving her no time to respond - if she even wanted to - before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss felt exactly like those kisses that are described in the romance novels…the ones that sweep people off of their feet. (Y/N) was thankful that they were sitting, because otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could trust her legs to hold her up.

“I love you too, John,” she breathed against his lips once they broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed, but she was able to feel his smile, and that alone made her smile. Nothing else was said as their lips met again…nothing more was needed to be said.

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deathbecomesthem · 5 months

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Roomies 5

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader | 2.2K - Previous

*This series will/does contain smut, angst, and fluff. Each chapter will have its own warnings for any potential triggering contents.

Chapter Summary - We are spiraling. Eddie is a rock. A shared best friend is in town for a visit. We've got some angst and bad behavior by our reader. The next chapter will feature more time with the shared best friend, and some important air clearing.

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“Do not -” Eddie’s hand is on your reaching hand pinching the head of the arm on the record player that’s currently playing Black Sabbath. You’re not a fan, but you know the sound of Ozzy’s voice from the many years of friendship with Eddie. “- make me listen to your shitty music tonight. I’d rather sit in silence.”

“Don’t be a dick, Munson. Bikini Kill isn’t shitty. You’re just used to listening to that male chauvinistic garbage. You’re brainwashed into hating the girl bands fighting against that way of thinking.” The dig shouldn’t have much sting, it’s one you use a lot. It can be tiring defending your musical tastes all the time, and you know Eddie understands that.

His response isn’t the normal finger flick to your forehead, though. His face drops, and he lets go of your hand. “Uh, fine. Put it on if you want.” He turns to head back to the kitchen where the boxes of Chinese food are set up on the counter. No fight. He caved, he didn’t set you straight. He didn’t explain that his reasons for not liking the punk riot grrrl bands has nothing to do with their message, which he agrees with. He just lets you win.

Instead of Bikini Kill’s Demi Rep, you reach for Alice in Chains’ Dirt. Neutral ground. Sliding the disc from its sleeve, you wonder what new mines you might find hiding under the field of your friendship now. What else has changed without you realizing it. You wonder if every single interaction will be like this until eventually you’re both too exhausted to deal with it. And then what? You know what. And then it all fades away.

“So,” you approach Eddie from behind, hands clasped behind your back as if in private prayer, “what treats did you procure from Main Moon this fine evening?” You rest your chin on his arm, sneaking a peek at the inside of the containers as he opens them. “Oooooohhhh, you got spare ribs!”

Eddie laughs and mutters, “can’t disappoint my best girl, can I? Not when she gets that sauce all over her face every time she eats them.” You don’t see it coming before it’s too late. An arm wraps around your neck, and you're in a headlock you can’t twist yourself out of. He caught you off guard in a vulnerable moment, and now Eddie’s got sauce on his finger ready to spread it on your nose.

“Eddie, let me go!” You flail, but Eddie’s bicep remains firm, holding you against his side.

“Oh, Angel, we’re just getting a head start on the mess you’re gonna make.” Eddie’s laughing while his finger makes a meandering journey from the tip of your nose to your forehead. He even managed to get some on the inside of your left nostril. He releases you, grabbing your arm before you stumble too far and fall, and stands back to admire his handiwork. “Oh, you’re looking very beautiful. You should let me do your makeup more often.”

“You idiot,” you try and fail to keep laughter out of your voice, “I’m not eating the rib you just finger fucked. That one’s yours, Buddy.”

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It was that takeout dinner, shared on the couch in your shared living room, that took the edge off. Eddie set the tone. The doubts started to calm. The looks between the two of you might last too long, there might be more excuses made to touch, but the fear that the end of your friendship had arrived dissipated. The routine set in. It was a relief.

When Friday night rolls around, you’re ready for a break. Three days off in a row. A miracle worthy of celebration. Convenient that your favorite spot happens to be below your apartment, and that you’re friends with the bartender. Heavy pours and free booze, and a short commute home. Ronnie’s in town for the weekend, the missing piece in your friendship with Eddie. The third Musketeer.

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face,” Ronnie is close to your vanity’s mirror with a black eye pencil skating across her lower waterline, “he’s gonna shit his pants.”

“I’m just happy he’s got the rest of the weekend off. I thought I might have to spill the beans to get him to do it.” You’re rifling through your bag of lipsticks looking for the burgundy that’s your favorite. “He’s probably going to fucking murder me when he realizes I’ve been keeping your trip a secret.”

“Yeah, well, fuck him.” Ronnie fluffs her hair a little and adjusts the waist of her jeans, “last time he was supposed to go east to see me, he was neck deep in that waitress. Remember her? The one with the huge tracts of land?”

“How could I forget? She was the reason I didn’t see Eddie for 3 months. I thought he was gonna marry her or something stupid like that.” You laugh a little, ignoring the way your mind tries to compare yourself with the girl that Eddie was obsessed with only 6 months ago.

“What are we dealing with now? Any ladies I need to fight for his attention? He never tells me shit about his love life, but I definitely got the feeling the last time we talked that there was someone.”

You laugh, and hope that Ronnie doesn’t look too closely at the way your smile sits strangely on your lips, “I don’t know. Where Eddie decides to stick his dick is really not something I think about a whole lot. But I haven’t seen any evidence of a girl in the apartment.”

Ronnie looks at you with her head cocked and says, “Except for you, of course.”

“Oh, sure. Except for me. We both know I don’t count.”

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Garland wrapped in Christmas lights runs along the outside counter of the bar. You’re happy to find most of the booths and barstools empty. You were worried that Eddie might be too busy to enjoy the presence of Ronnie when he’s trying to work. It really feels festive, you can smell a hint of cinnamon in the air and wonder if it’s the Christmas ale that they have on tap this time of year. And there’s Eddie, standing in the corner with a Santa hat sitting crooked on his head, and a tall blonde tugging on the end of his hair with a wide grin on her face.

“Who’s that?” You’ve forgotten that Ronnie is behind you for a second and you jump at the sound of her voice, “they look friendly.”

“I have no idea. Maybe she’s the new bartender,” your voice is quiet, afraid to draw his attention to you. You consider turning on your heel and heading back upstairs, but can’t with Ronnie here. “Let’s, uh, let’s go say hi.”

Eddie turns and catches sight of Ronnie, his oldest friend. His closest friend, next to you. Like a shot, he pushes past the blonde woman standing next to him to bring her into a big bear hug. They’re rocking back and forth and Eddie’s sparkling eyes are shining on you. He mouths, you’re dead, and then kisses Ronnie on the top of her head.

He hugs you next, holding you tight in his arms. It’s something that he hasn’t done in recent days, a familiar thing that reminds you that this is Eddie. Your Eddie. The smell of smoke and Old Spice and the feel of his stubble on your forehead make you forget the way only moments ago you were full of dread. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell you she was coming.”

“She wanted it to be a surprise. She’s been missing you.” you say into his chest, not wanting to break apart from his embrace just yet. You’ve been missing him too, despite the fact that you see him every single day. Eddie pulls away and puts an arm around both you and Ronnie.

“Consider me surprised. I can get out of here early, maybe. It’s dead, and Laney can close up.” Eddie turns his head to call back to the girl that’s made her way back behind the bar, “what do you think? You think you can handle closing alone?”

“Sure, Eddie.” She smiles at him, and turns to the old man sitting at the end of the bar. She rests her elbows on the bar, hip jutted to the side and you catch a glimpse of a line of red fabric - a thong - poking out from the hem of her jeans.

“Laney, huh? She looks like she’s got some talents.” Ronnie shrugs out from under Eddie’s arm and sidles up to a bar stool. You look up and see Eddie averting his eyes from the ample derriere of the bartender in question. You can see his cheeks darken under the Christmas lights.

“She’s an excellent bartender, and we’re lucky to have her. Shut up, and maybe I’ll get the two of you some free drinks.”

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Shots on shots on shots. Round 3, and the feeling that this is a mistake has already started to pass. Now it’s just fun. It’s warm. You’re loose. Fear is a distant memory, and your lips move without the barrier of common sense. Eddie’s red rimmed eyes are on the girl behind the bar, again. It’s not in your head, because you see Ronnie shaking her head on the other side of him.

“One more round for me and my friends, Baby.” Eddie’s low voice hums through his chest, and you see the way his thumb runs across the back of Laney’s hand when he passes her a $20.

“No problem, Eddie.” She answers back, and her tongue flicks against her lips before she turns towards the cash register.

“Subtle.” You bite your words into the moment, causing both friends next to you to turn their attention to you. “Don’t let us stop you. You’ve been eye fucking each other all night. Might as well get it out of your system so you can maybe pay attention to Ronnie for more than 10 seconds.”

“Hey now,” Ronnie reaches around behind Eddie, “we’re good.” She’s squeezing your forearm in an attempt to ground you before things escalate.

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve been rude all night for no reason.” Ronnie’s arm drops at Eddie’s words.

“You’re rude, Eddie. I can’t do this.” The room has started to tilt, and you can feel the words tangling in your head. “I’m going for a walk. Have fun.” You lean over the bar and shout in the direction of the bartender, “Good night, Laney. I hope you and Eddie are very fucking happy together.”

The humiliation rises inside you like a tsunami as you stumble over your feet and down the steps outside of the bar and onto the sidewalk. It’s cold, but you can’t feel it, the whiskey is keeping you warm from the inside out. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and you wonder if you could sleep in your car tonight. You wonder if there’s somewhere you could go.

Instead, you circle the block and peek into the frosty windows of the bar. Eddie and Ronnie are getting up from their barstools, and Laney is leaning over the bar to give Eddie a kiss on the cheek. You start up the stairs full of shame, anger, and confusion. You’re going to bed, and you’ll pretend to be asleep before Ronnie crawls in next to you. You know that this time, the light of the morning will only put a spotlight on your bad behavior.

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The sunlight sneaks in through the blinds, and your eyes crack open to see the room spinning in front of you. You groan, and an arm wraps around your waist. Ronnie. You see a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sitting on your bedside table. You sit up a little and take 2 pills with a small sip of water. And another sip. One more, and then it hits you. The things you said last night.

“Oh no, what did I do?” You ask yourself. And then you notice that the hand around your waist is bigger than it should be. You should have known by the smell of him, that scent that calms you and makes you feel cared for.

Eddie’s fully dressed and laying on top of your blankets, face pressed into the pillow you bought specifically for Ronnie to use while she stayed with the both of you. He must have - what? - been worried about you and passed out while checking on you? Probably. You’re surprised Ronnie didn’t crawl in between the two of you, sharing a bed is something the three of you have done many times.

You lay back down and push your face into Eddie’s chest. You’ll take his comfort for now. Let the sadness and humiliation leak out of your eyes and onto his cotton shirt. For now, you breathe in the smell of his neck, and let his curls tickle your cheek, thankful for the opportunity to steal this peaceful moment before the questions need to be answered.

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honeys-hotties · 3 months

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ok this is kinda specific but can I request a julien fic where she's not sure if the reader is into girls and they're all out and a random guy hits on the reader and jb pretends to be her gf to get the reader away from him. and the reader plays along and kisses jb so she gets her confirmation and then they just confess their feelings ugh 🥰🥰🥰

i love this request!!! sorry it took me sooo long my loves, i've been absolutely overwhelmed with everything recently, but this one has been in the works for a bit and i'm so excited to get it out!!

My Type-Julien Baker x Reader

julien baker x fem!reader, sorta angsty? but happy ending (of course!) not proofread so i'm so sorry in advance, but i wanted to get something out tonight!

word count: 2727 💗

“When do you want me to pick you up?” Julien asks, her voice coming from the phone propped up on the coffee table. You’re sitting on the couch painting your nails while she watches through the screen, her face close to the camera on the facetime call.

“Umm, what time did Phoebe want to meet us there?” you ask, carefully applying a second coat.

“I think sometime around 9?” Julien says, smiling at the sight of you, deeply concentrated on your manicure.

“Okay” you say, capping the bottle and blowing on your freshly painted nails. “Do you wanna come over and get ready with me before we leave?”. Julien nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that sounds fun. When should I come over?” she asks, getting even closer to the screen. You pick up the phone, careful not to smudge your nails, and laugh at Julien’s expression, her face giant on the screen. “Oh, I don't care, maybe around 7? I can order a pizza or something?”

“Sounds good princess” she nods. “I’ll see you then. You smile and blow her a kiss before hanging up the phone and grabbing a bottle of clear nail polish to go over the red painted onto your nails with a smile.

Julien, however, is much less relaxed. As soon as you hang up the phone, she lets out a huge sigh and immediately calls Phoebe and Lucy to vent.

“Guys, I’m literally going over to her house to get ready with her, which really means watching her get ready, and I don’t know if I can take it.” she says dramatically. “She’s just so gorgeous and smart and funny and cute but I don’t even know if she’s into girls and I feel like I’m going to fuck up and make things SO awkward and if I ruin our friendship I don’t know what I’ll do and I just-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there” Phoebe cuts her off. “First off, that girl is definitely not straight.”

“Oh one hundred percent,” Lucy chimes in. “Remember when she was auxing when we were at the beach and she played girl in red? And when she and I talked for like an hour about Portrait of a Lady on Fire?”

“Yeah, or when all of us were like, collectively drooling over that Angelina Jolie movie? Honestly, shoot your shot JB.” Phoebe encourages, Lucy nodding along.

“I don’t know guys, I really don’t want to fuck up our relationship. I mean, other than you guys, she’s my best friend in the entire world. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Julien, even if she was straight, which for the record she’s definitely not, she would never, ever hold your feelings against you.” Lucy tells her seriously, Phoebe agreeing with her.

“I guess so.” Julien tells them. “Alright, I love you both, I’ll see you at the bar tonight.” Julien waves to the pair before hanging up, dropping her phone onto the table, and dropping her face into her hands.

When you answer the door you’re fresh out of the shower, fresh faced with wet hair, wearing an oversized Green Day shirt, and tiny shorts, and Julien feels like she’s about to have a heart attack.

“Hey, you” you say, giving her a tight hug before opening the door further and letting her inside. “I just called, pizza should be on its way soon!” Julien can hear music playing faintly from your bathroom, and is acutely aware of the smell of your body wash and the fact that you are wearing very little clothing.

“Yeah, sounds good.” she says, walking inside and taking her shoes off, before following you into the bathroom where your makeup and hair products are spread out over the counter. She sits on top of the toilet and watches you dry your hair while you tell her about your day and the drama between some of your friends, looking at you like you hung the moon. Satisfied with your hair, you drag her into your bedroom and sit her down on the bed, pulling different hangers out of the closet.

“Okay, so I have this dress I thrifted,” you tell her, holding up a short, black dress. “It has this really cool neckline, and I was thinking I could do my layer necklaces and those black heels?” You show her another hanger. “I have this skirt too, though, and I thought I could wear it with that red top and my leather jacket? And my boots?” Julien stares at you blankly, but really she’s just picturing you in the clothes you’re holding up and trying so hard to keep her cool. You gently wave your fingers at her. “Hey, earth to JB, you okay over there?”

She starts, and stares at you for a second, blushing wildly. “Oh, um, I don’t, I mean, I think they would both look good.” she stutters, glancing down at her tattooed hands which are fidgeting in her lap. You roll your eyes playfully, laughing gently at her words.

“But which one would look better?” you ask, waving both of the hangers in her direction. “I was kinda leaning towards the dress, especially cause then I would match your shirt, but I really wanted your input!” Julien flushes again at your words, before nodding her head in agreement.

“I um, I think the dress would look really gorgeous on you.” she manages, and you beam at your words, heading into the bathroom to change and leaving Julien a flustered mess on the edge of your bed. Reminding herself of Lucy and Phoebe’s encouragements, she tells herself to get a grip and get over herself, taking several deep breaths as she waits for you to come back.

When you return, fully dressed and putting on your jewelry, Julien swears she can feel her heart stop. You pause, slightly self conscious under her gaze, and cast your eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “What, um, what do you think?” you ask her, slowly meeting her eyes with your own.

“I think you look stunning” she tells you, voice full of sincerity. “I mean, shit, you’re easily one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.”

You flush at her words, and smile at her before grabbing your jacket and sitting down beside her to put on your shoes. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen too, JB.” you tell her, and miss the way her face burns at your words. “Ready to go?” you ask her, straightening up and grabbing her hand, pulling her into the living room as she nods. “You sure you’re okay with driving?” you ask her, grabbing your keys and phone while she ties her shoes.

“Of course I am,” she reassures you. “You just focus on having fun tonight, okay?” You grin at her, and the two of you chat about the night ahead all the way down to her truck, where she holds the door open for you before climbing inside herself. As soon as the car starts, she hands you her phone, and you pull up the playlist she had made for the both of you, singing along to the music the whole way to the bar. Julien has her hand resting on your knee as you speed through traffic, and you have your window down, the cold, nighttime air rushing through your hair.

Once the truck pulls into a parking space outside the bar and Julien opens your door, grabbing your hand and leading you into the bar, things start to speed up. Once the two of you find Lucy and Phoebe, making your way over to the booth they had claimed and greeting them with tight hugs and cheek kisses, Julien offers to get the three of you drinks, and after she leaves, Phoebe pulls you onto the dance floor. You throw your arms around Phoebe’s neck and she guides your hips to the music, the two of you a giggling, sweaty mess under the flashing lights and blasting speakers of the club. After Julien returns with your drinks, you pull Phoebe towards the table and slide into the booth, leaning up against Julien who lays an arm across your shoulders as you sip your drink.

“Having fun out there?” she asks, her face extremely close to yours in order to be heard over the music and chatter of the club. You nod, grinning, and gesture towards Phoebe

“She’s taking charge,” you say, laughing. “I’m just along for the ride.” Phoebe winks at you, pulling you into her side and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and laugh. Lucy laughs loudly at the pout on Julien’s face at the loss of contact between the two of you, and Julien rolls her eyes, before quickly excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, Julien splashes water on her face, exhaling deeply and trying to talk herself up. The images of you dancing with Phoebe, the ones of you getting ready earlier, and every single second you had spent with her played in her head as she spiraled into a haze of overthinking and self-doubt. How could someone like you ever fall for someone like her, she wonders, but before she can get too deep into her own head, Lucy barges into the bathroom. Seeing the questioning look on Julien's face, Lucy cuts her off before she can ask:

“I know you too well, JB. I know you’re in here overthinking, but you need to be out there making a move.” Julien tries to protest, but before she can even get the words out Lucy cuts her off again, holding out a hand. “Don’t even try to give me any of that ‘she’s so out of my league’ bullshit either Julien, you two are made for each other and you know it. Now snap out of it and get your ass out there. Go get your girl!”

Julien grins ruefully at Lucy, thanking her for the pep talk before heading out of the bathroom to find you.

Meanwhile, you had wandered over the bar to get another drink for you and Phoebe. Julien was acting weird, barely making eye contact with you ever since you two had arrived, and you were stuck wondering if you had done anything wrong. When she had left the table, you had wanted to go after her, but Lucy insisted that you should stay, that she would go check on Julien. Phoebe had encouraged you to get another drink, so you were sitting in front of the crowded bar while the drastically overworked bartender made his rounds. You were so absorbed in what was happening with Julien you didn’t notice the guy next to you that had been ogling you from the second you sat down, until he opened his mouth.

“Hey you, come here often?” he asked, and you cringed internally, before tuning to find the man. He wasn’t unattractive, but his sleazy pick up line coupled with the stench of alcohol on him and the fact that he was way too close to you turned you off completely to the man. Well that, plus the fact that you already knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t him.

“Um, not really.” You said politely, before attempting to turn back around. The man’s hand on your shoulder prevented you from doing so, though, and you felt panic rising up within you. You tuned out whatever he was saying, searching frantically for Lucy, for Phoebe or Julien behind him, but with no luck.

“Like I was saying,” the man continued. “A pretty girl like you really shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can keep getting to know each other at my place.”

You felt fear closing over you, your friends were nowhere to be seen and this guy was relentless. “No, really, I’m not interested.” you told him as calmly as you could.

“Why not?” he asked, grinning horribly at you.

“I’m not available.” you hear yourself say, to which the man scoffs.

“That’s what they all say, but I don’t see anyone here for you-” but the man is cut off by a firm hand sliding around your waist.

“Sorry about that, baby.” Julien says, pulling you protectively into her. “Line for the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s this guy?” she asks, pointing to the man whose slimy grin had slid right off of his face. Relief rushes through you at the feeling of Julien’s hands on your hips, and you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Don’t worry about it, honey.” you tell her, melting back into her arms. “This is, Matt, was it?” The man scowls.

“Mike, actually.” he responds, gruffly. Julien sticks out her tattooed hand.

“Mike, hi, I’m Julien. Her girlfriend.” she says gruffly, her voice and hands on you sending a wave of heat through your body. “And you’re obviously making her uncomfortable, so if you could leave, that would be great.”

“No, you know what, we were having a good time before you interrupted.” Mike scowled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her fucking girlfriend.” Julien snaps at him, before pulling you into a strong kiss. You relax into her, throwing your arms around her neck and she pulls you in by the waist, standing between your legs and tilting your head gently upwards to meet her lips. You kiss her back feverishly, until she abruptly pulls away and steps back. “He, uh, he left.” she tells you, running her hand across her mouth. “Sorry about that.” she mutters, before turning on her heel and running out the door, leaving you sitting at the bar, speechless.

You stare at the spot where she disappeared into the crowd, heading for the door for a moment, before jumping up and stumbling after her. You pass by the booth with Lucy and Phoebe who are sitting, staring at you with smirks on their faces.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lucy asks, smiling gently as you get closer. “Go get your girl.” Phoebe whoops at her words, and you roll your eyes playfully at the two of them, before turning towards the door and hurrying out into the cold air. Once you stumble outside, and walk a couple feet down the sidewalk, you see Julien in the alley, leaned against the bricks with a cigarette in her hand. You walk slowly towards her, watching as she takes shaky drags from the cigarette in her hand.

“Hey, Jules.” You call softly to her when you’re a couple feet away, and she slowly meets your eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “Why are you crying?”

“Fuck, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, you just looked so uncomfortable and I wanted to make sure you were safe but I wasn’t thinking and-” but you cut her off, surging forwards to kiss her again. Your hands fly into her hair and she drops the cigarette, crushing it under her boot before pulling you in by your hips. She runs her strong hands up your back and bites your bottom lip gently, causing you to moan into her mouth, tugging gently at the roots of her hair. Moments later, you break away, panting, and she rests her forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” you tell her, placing a finger to her lips when she begins to protest. “You did save me, and you showed me that you feel this too.” you gesture between the two of you. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for like, forever!” you tell her breathily, giggling at the incredulous look on her face.

“Me?!” she asks. “I thought I wasn’t your, uh, your type, I guess”

“Well, you thought wrong.” you say, before lacing your fingers with hers, smiling at the beautiful grin that breaks onto her face. “Let’s go tell Lucy and Phoebe good night, and then you can take me home.”

Julien steals one more quick kiss before squeezing your hand gently and pulling you after her back into the bar, laughing as you stumble, and thanking her lucky stars she had been wrong about you.

#julien baker x reader #boygenius #julien baker #honey writes #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus

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I’ve Got You.

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze x Reader

Little! Lucy Bronze, Little! Leah Williamson. Caretaker/Dom! Reader. We visit the zoo and Lucy starts to slip. They get back to the hotel and Leah begins to slip too. Reader finds that a night in instead of heading out with the Lionesses as planned is in order. Reader is also Lotte’s sister! this is just fluff city, i didn't know what i was going for really so this just kinda happened lol

“They’re in here, Y/N. You can hear them giggling!” Kiera told you as you walked into the conference room the Lionesses were sitting in. Sarina had just given them the World Cup briefing; you said hi to all the girls who were filtering out of the room and had a quick word with Sarina. Leah and Lucy were giggling at the end of the table, clearly having just pranked Lotte as she scowled and became more and more frustrated with the pair. She saw you coming, a glint in her eyes and a smile sent your way. You reciprocated, smirking back at her with a knowing sibling look.

“This better not be what I think it is, girls.” You announce, the two of them standing straight and turning suddenly with slight guilt in their eyes. “What did I say about the pranks? Georgia nearly got hurt last time and I had to have a conversation with Sarina to promise to keep you in check hm?” You crossed your arms and tried to look and sound as stern as possible. Lotte saw through you, Leah and Lucy suddenly finding their shoes more interesting. “I’d like for you to apologize please, darlings. Properly.” You ask, sitting slightly on the table with a Cheshire grin on your face, giving the girls a taste of their own medicine.

“Sorry, Lotte.” Sang the two, Lotte walking out of the room with a grin on her face and a high-five for you.

“C’mere, my loves.” You ask and open your arms, both of them immediately rushing into your arms. You had just flown in, having taken time off from your own job to follow the Lionesses for their World Cup run. Leah whines a little, inhaling deeply while Lucy kisses you and snuggles into your side. You kiss both their foreheads, sighing softly. You sent them off last week, having had a little more work to do before taking such an extensive amount of time off. But it was worth it, these girls in your arms deserved it.

“I’ve got permission to have you both for the rest of the day, I thought we could go sightseeing, how’s that sound?” You ask as you hold their hands, both girls mindlessly following you. You had rented a car, finding that it would be easier to go to games and such. “Yes please!” Leah jumped with excitement, running towards the car as it locked and hopped in the front seat. “Hey, no fair! You got the front last time!” Lucy argued, frowning and huffing as she sat in the back. You chuckled and walked over, buckling her in and kissing her forehead. “I’ll let you sit in the front later, babygirl.”

You got into the driver’s seat, now having one happy girlfriend and a pouting one. “You didn’t buckle me in.” Leah said with a sad voice. “Girls who sit in the front without asking don’t get buckled in!” Lucy quipped, grinning from ear to ear. Leah’s bottom lip quivered, you leaned over and kissed her cheek before reaching around her and buckling her up. You started the car, now with two happy girlfriends again; you made your way to your first destination. Leah and Lucy still fought over the AUX cord, with a valuable lesson about sharing, they finally had a good playlist going. “Where are we going babe?” Lucy asked, looking around at all the pretty buildings here in New Zealand. Having lived here for a while when you were in college, you knew the area pretty well. Leah had fallen asleep, music turned down now. “It’s a surprise, angel.” You told her, reaching back to hold her hand for a while as you came closer to your destination.

The Auckland Zoo was something that the girls had been buzzing about for weeks when they were called up for the World Cup. (let us dream that Lee was called eh?) You parked and got out, Lucy carefully waking Leah sweetly. It made you smile, snapping a quick picture of the two of them together. It made your heart swell seeing them together, these two girls becoming the centre of your world over the years you’ve been together. Leah held a tough exterior, the captain’s armband for team and country a huge responsibility that she took very seriously. She enjoyed that when she was with you, she could let herself go and that she could be the unapologetic girl she was. Lucy was also someone who held herself to high standards and while long distance with her was hard, she wouldn’t want anyone but Leah and you by her side.

Leah was wide awake by the time you went in and got tickets, holding hands with Lucy as she poked her head in the gift shop. “We’ll get you both something when you leave okay? Can I trust my girls to be on their best behaviors?” They both nodded, already running in and pointing at all the animals. Nothing made you happier than seeing them enjoy themselves be normal people with no responsibilities on their shoulders; you were more than willing to carry it for them if it meant that you got to see their big smiles and hear their cute giggles.

“Y/N, look at the kangaroo!” “Luce, the Koala is so soft!” “Woah, can we feed it?” Leah clearly had a better time than Lucy did, the girl quiet and enjoyed the whole trip holding your hand and walking slowly with you while Leah bounced off the walls; the nap clearly having given her superpowers. While she looked at the birds, you checked in on Lucy. “Are you okay, babygirl? What’s wrong?” Her eyes look a little glossy and she’s biting her lip. You cup her cheek and give her a knowing kiss. She’s teetering on slipping and it won’t be long till she does. “Are we slipping, my love? Is that it?” She nods, leaning into you. “I can hold out for a little while, baby.” She tells you quietly after a while, Leah forgetting the birds and instead focused on Lucy.

You decide to leave before she slips even further, making a quick pit stop at the gift shop for a Koala for Leah and a Kangaroo for Lucy. They insist you get a Lion for yourself, which you do, and you head back to their hotel. Lucy, as promised is in the front seat, and Leah is in backseat singing along to the radio. You reach back for her hand like you did with Lucy earlier, making her smile even wider than you thought possible.

Lucy had fully slipped by the time you had gotten back to the hotel, thankfully being able to carry her into the room get her comfortable. You texted Alessia and told her that the three of you would be missing dinner, telling her that Lucy had slipped and that Leah was not far behind. The whole team knew, always keeping an eye on the two of them when they could, having your number on speed dial for when they needed you. She was feeling a much littler than usual, already whining and wanting uppies. You had thankfully packed their essentials, grabbing Lucy’s pajamas and bubble bath toys and setting them in the bathroom. Leah helped for a minute before she found her new koala Jeff way more interesting. You were just about to grab Lucy and give her a bath when you heard a wail. Your head shot up and Lucy was startled, both of you looking at a now sobbing Leah. She had slipped too. You sort of knew she would, she had texted you this morning that she had felt the urge and had hoped that when you got here you would help.

“Leah, what’s wrong my love?” You cooed, picking her up into your arms. You sat beside Lucy, who was busy sucking her thumb. “mama ‘nore me.” Leah said, hiccupping through her words. “I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to. Lucy needed me more than you baby, I thought you were alright by yourself and I’m sorry. Can my sweet girl forgive me with a kiss?” you ask her softly, she hides her face in your chest and nods, head lifting to give you a wet kiss. “Thank you my darling. Now, how about we get you both showered and in bed hm? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Once bathed and dressed in warm clothing (both were in your hoodies, insisting that their pajamas just weren’t the same), you tucked them in and left them to watch some tv while you sorted yourself out. Taking a shower and completing your nightly routine in record time, you climbed into bed wearing one of Lucy’s training shirts and laid in the middle of the big bed they were sharing for the tournament. They immediately cuddled into your sides, Leah’s eyes drooping already and Lucy’s focused on Bluey playing on the telly. You kissed their foreheads and rubbed their backs as they slowly fell asleep. Leah pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw and Lucy whispered “tank you mama,” before drifting off to sleep with the two girls whom she felt the safest with.

Morning came and the girls were back to their big selves. Leah felt much more relaxed and Lucy’s head was clearer. You joined them for team breakfast, joining in in a little prank that Georgia had orchestrated to get Lotte. Lotte sat there in disbelief that you would turn on her that way, laughing so hard you were crying and clutching your stomach. She only punched you playfully (that’s a lie, it was hard) and walked away laughing, mumbling something about being betrayed by her own family.

#woso imagine #woso soccer #arsenal wfc x reader #barca femeni #lionesses #leahwilliamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine

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The Devil Wears Lace

chapter 6 : October 28, 2023

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

summary: it’s halloween and your treat is a visit from ghost but it turns into more of a trick when a new bartender gets a little too friendly with him. you do what you’ve got to do to keep his eyes on you and end up with more than you bargained for.

warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), degradation and praise, dancing on a bar, public nudity, reader gets harassed again, simon gets angry again, slut shaming and a lot of shit talking about the new bartender goes on in this chapter, i think that’s all but let me know if i missed anything!

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October 28, 2023

The bar was having a Halloween party.

I didn’t want to go, I’d been working all day at my new job and was exhausted, but Sabrina insisted.

What was my new job, you might ask? Well, the previous May I’d graduated with a Masters in criminology. I wanted to seek higher education but was still deciding what and where. In the meantime, I was interning at a law office nearby. It paid shockingly well, they were a small practice but extremely successful and valued their employees a lot so they showed it by giving them a lot of money.

I didn’t have time to go pick out a costume, so Sabrina assured me she would get me one, much to my dismay. Due to this, I went there straight after work, bringing my makeup and stuff with me so I could just get ready at the bar like I had many times before.

She met me at the door with a bag and shoved it in my hands, giggling all the while, making me frown. What had she cooked up?

I was mortified when I opened the bag and found combat boots, the smallest black dress I had ever seen, and someone’s fatigue shirt. Whose? I don’t know. I wondered the same thing.

“I am so not wearing this. Somewhere is bound to be open, I’ll go see-“

“NO! You know good and well this is the best way to get these dumbass military boys to buy you drinks.”

“Who says I want these dumbass military boys to buy me drinks?”

“You do, trust me, you need a night of flirting with a bunch of men more than anyone else I know. Now get your sexy ass in the back and get ready!”

I sighed, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they would get stuck that way, and did as she told me, heading to the small room in the back that we usually changed and touched up makeup in. It had bad lighting but we’d placed lamps in front of the mirrors, and it had a small set of lockers for anyone who worked there to put valuables in, but they didn’t actually lock so I didn’t understand the purpose of them.

Once I managed to get everything on, I had to admit I looked good. Turned out the dress was basically just a nearly sheer lace slip, but it blended in perfectly with my black bra and thong, which made it feel just a tad bit more modest than it actually was. The combat boots actually paired well with it and the fatigue shirt. I already had gold jewelry on, and I just kept it, thinking it made the look even a little better. All that was left was to touch up my makeup and curls.

Once I stepped out into the bar area, leaving my clothes behind trusting nothing would happen to them, I was bombarded by Sabrina, Dylan, and the new bartender who’d taken my place. She was cute, honestly, tall and skinny with big dimples on her cheeks. I figured she was doing well, and she seemed nice.

“You look so good!” They told me, fawning over me. I laughed, waving them off, sitting at the bar and waiting for it to get busy. It always did on the night of the Halloween party, without fail.

The music was loud, and all of it was either dark and sexy or Halloween themed. Decorations were hung up, less in depth than I usually did. Sabrina always hated decorating and I guess the new girl did, too.

“Hey,” Sabrina sat next to me, “It feels like it’s been forever!”

“It’s been like, three days,” I deadpanned, brows furrowed and she laughed.

“Yeah, but we used to spend damn near every day together. It’s so lame here without you.”

“But you have that new girl, right? She seems nice, maybe you could be friends.”

She rolled her eyes and I got comfier in my seat, knowing she was about to tell me all about the drama. “She’s awful.”

“I gathered that from the eye roll, now spill!”

“Alright, so when she first got here, she acted like she was just really eager to learn. Then ‘eager to learn’ turned into ‘eager to feel up my husband every chance she got.’ Fucking slut.”

I gasped, leaning in farther, “She felt up Dylan?”

“Yes!” she sounded exasperated, “He was showing her how to make a couple drinks and she just got right up on his side and started rubbing his arms and his back!”

“That bitch,” I furrowed my brows.

“I know! So he told me to take over showing her the ropes, and I have, but I wanna just fuckin’ fire the stupid cunt. She’s an idiot anyway and she can’t do anything right!”

“Well then why hasn’t he fired her yet?”

“Because his dad is wrapped around her finger and doesn’t want him to.”

“That bitch!” I huffed, “Well if she touches him again I’ll beat her ass for you. I don’t work here anymore, I can’t get in trouble.”

“I know you will. Just tell me first so I can film it, we’ll pop some popcorn and have a movie night.”

I raised my drink and she clinked it with her own, taking a sip with me. I eyed the new girl, in awe that she could seem so nice but be such a snake.

Around 9, the place was full, and I was dancing with a few friends that had shown up. We were just jumping around on the floor, a few guys around us dancing with us. It was fun, more fun than I’d had in a while.

I didn’t even notice they’d shown up until one of my friends started talking about the sexy guy in the mask. I furrowed my eyebrows, hope sparking in my chest as I looked around and saw him at the bar, the new girl in front of him, leaned over, giving him a front row seat to her tits. I nearly fumed, excusing myself and briskly making my way over.

I stood behind him for a second, trying to catch a hint of their conversation. It didn’t seem like he was giving her much from what I could tell, and she seemed to be getting more and more desperate for his attention by the second.

“Ghost,” I cleared my throat from behind him.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to realize I was here.” He spoke without even turning around. The new girl made her way to the other side of the bar, giving him a moment alone.

“Maybe I was waiting for you to come to me.”

“You looked like you were having fun, didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I was,” I sighed, “Are you gonna look at me? Or are you gonna keep staring at her tits?”

He chuckled, turning around fully to face me in his seat. My breath hitched, I didn’t expect him to do that.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he patronized me, “You wanted my attention now you got it.”

I took a few steps closer to him, “Just a little sad. See, you’re supposed to be looking at me.”

“Well, I’m looking at you now,” his voice was low and dark and his hands settled on my hips, pulling me a little closer, “What’re you wanting, huh? A compliment? Want me to tell you how good you look in this little piece of fabric you call a dress?” I nodded frantically, biting my lips and his eyes followed the motion, “You haven’t earned it.”

I gasped, eyes widening and he laughed again, this time fuller. His hands tightened on my hips as he lifted me into the stool beside him, gesturing new girl over and ordering me and Malibu Pineapple. I caught the dirty look she sent me, but I didn’t have a fuck to give. My brain was short circuiting over the way he just.. lifted me into the chair, and the way he remembered what I wanted to drink.

“Thank you,” I offered him a smile, taking a sip.

“Probably not the first free drink you’ve gotten tonight.”

“No, it’s not. But it’s my favorite free drink I’ve gotten tonight.”

“Suck up.”

“I would, if you’d just give me the chance,” I winked and the whites of his eyes showed a little more for a second as he widened them.

“You’re impossible.”

“Then why do you keep coming back for more?”

My hands were on his thighs then, both of us facing each other in our chairs, and I let my hands roam slightly but not to anywhere too scandalous.

“Guess what the fuck that bitch just did!” Sabrina’s voice broke the trance, and I looked at her expectantly, “She said you cockblocked her and started whining about you. Like I’m gonna choose her side over yours, be fuckin’ for real for a second!”

I raised my eyebrows, “Cockblocked, huh? Sounds like new girl wants you bad, Ghost.” He grunted in response, lifting his mask to take a sip of his whiskey. “Don’t moan and groan at me, you were the one undressing her with your eyes. Want me to get her number for you? Maybe you can take her home.”

Sabrina looked at a loss for words, and her eyebrows were raised in concern but she saw her way out of the situation. Smart choice.

“Sweetheart, stop.” His voice was a command. Deep and final. But I just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“Oh, honey, I’m just getting started,” With that, I was up and across the bar, dancing with my friends again and trying to ignore him. A few guys came up to me, one wrapping his arm around me and trying to grind on me but I pushed him away a little with a laugh.

“You can buy me a drink, but you can’t touch,” I teased, but my face went dark and his hand landed a smack on my ass.

“If you didn’t wanna be touched, why’d you wear this?” he asked me, leaning his head down for a kiss that I dodged, elbowing him hard in his chest.

“My outfit isn’t a free pass to touch me, you stupid fuck.”

“At least I’m not a stupid slut,” he slapped my ass again, but this time I was ready for him. I grabbed his arm and twisted hard, wrenching it around behind him. Once I had him where I wanted him, I kicked the back of his knee and sent him to the floor, me standing over him and holding him hostage there.

“You want a broken arm? Because you’re sure asking for one.” My tone was angry, forceful, more assertive than I could ever remember it being.

“Fuck, get off of me,” he growled, trying to pull away but I twisted harder and he let out a gasp.

“Get the fuck out of the bar, and don’t come back until you can learn to keep your hands to yourself,” I growled at him, letting him go just to kick him in the back and send him all the way to the floor in a heap. He turned over and laid there, staring up at me.

“That’s not your choice to make,” he smirked, still cocky after what had just happened and I raised a brow.

“No, it’s mine, and I agree with her. Get out.” Dylan’s voice was like a lifeline as he grabbed the guy by the shirt and pushed him out of the doors. I breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone. “Good job, killer,” he high fived me and I grinned, “If you didn’t have that fancy new job I’d ask you to be the new security guard.”

I giggled as he walked away, trying to come down from the adrenaline of everything. The bustle around me made it hard, though, so I walked outside, holding myself tight to battle the cold. I heard the door open and shut behind me and imagined it was Sabrina, but I knew I was wrong when he walked towards me, his heavy footsteps giving him away.

“You alright?” he asked me, and I turned around slowly, nodding.

“I’m fine.”

“That was pretty impressive, what you did in there. Maybe you can take care of yourself.”

“I’ve told you that a million times but you had to see it to believe it, huh,” I chuckled but my words were venom, staring down at my feet.

“You gonna tell me why you’re acting like this?” he changed the subject.

I responded with a quick, “No.” He looked frustrated, speechless almost.

“You can just tell me you’re jealous. It’s obvious enough.”

“Jealous? Of what? Sally McSlutface laying her boobs out on the bar like a personal menu for you? Yeah, I’m green with envy, let me tell you,” my tone was biting, sarcasm laced in every word, pure hate dripping from me when I talked about her. Maybe she hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Maybe Ghost wasn’t mine and I had no claim to him. Maybe he could talk to whoever the hell he wanted and look at whatever the hell he wanted.

He breathed out a laugh, staring at the sky hopelessly, begging for the patience he needed to deal with me. “You are green.” His eyes snapped back down to me. “Whose shirt you got on, anyway? One of these soldiers that comes in here and hits on you? What’d you have to do for it?”

“I didn’t do anything for it, asshole, I don’t know whose it is.”

“Right, that makes sense,” his tone was patronizing again and it set me on fire, anger building inside of me.

“You’re gonna get mad about me wearing someone else’s fatigues when you’re in there eyeing up that dumb bitch like she’s fucking candy or something? You fucking asshole.”

“I’m not mad, baby, you’re the only one that’s mad,” but he sure sounded mad, and I didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth. I didn’t even dwell on the word baby.

“I’m not mad!” I yelled, then tried to calm myself down, “You know what? Go fuck her. See how much I care. I have my own plans for the night.”

I attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t do anything stupid just because you’re throwing a fit like a fucking brat.”

“Wanna see how much of a brat I am?” I couldn’t tell whether my words were foreboding or inviting. “Come back inside.”

I shook away from him and stormed into the bar, beelining it to Sabrina and Dylan.

“Remember two years ago when I danced on the bar for Halloween?”

“Yeah,” they both nodded.

“I’m doing it again. Put on the song.”

Their eyebrows were raised but they nodded, and Dylan went to the stereo system to get it going.

“You good?”

“I’m fine. I’m taking your advice and moving on. Or showing him what he’s missing. Whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Plus it’ll make that new girl mad.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” she grinned, “Get your fine ass up there and show them who’s boss!”

I grinned back as the familiar tune began. I made my way onto the bar and some of the guys there noticed and began to gather around. Right at that moment, Ghost walked back inside and the second his eyes found me, he looked homicidal.

I began swaying my hips to the beat, winking at him and increasing my movement with every lyric.

Heaven help me, the devil wears lace and she can’t be tamed.

If I were wealthy, spend every last dime just to hear her say my name.

I flipped my hair around, slipping the big shirt off and throwing it to Sabrina who was watching from behind the bar with a huge smile on her face. She handed me a bottle, one of the cheapest liquors they had as the chorus hit.

So light me in flames

Just as hot as you need

Let me see the good girl you wanted to be

I turned my back to the group of people gawking and cheering, bending over and reaching between my spread out legs to pour two shots worth of liquid into one of the guy’s mouths, which brought on more cheers.

My eyes caught his as I turned back around and felt myself up, hands sliding from my chest to my thighs, squeezing the fat there as my motions got sharper with every beat.

All of my praise, only from me

I can be the one who can set you free

He made his way over to the bar and I grinned, turning my back again and doing a small spin, hanging on to the rail at the top of the bar for support then shimmying down, surely flashing some people but I wasn’t concerned.

Fall from your grace

Turn up the heat

I feel I’m going down, hands gripping the sheets

I sat sideways on the bar, leaning back on my arms and arching tightly with my head thrown back, then turned over and raised my hips, arms stretched in front of me and ass on display and he snapped. He ripped his jacket off and threw it over me, hauling me off the bar and outside. The people there seemed dumbstruck, and I barely heard the end of the chorus before the door shut.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he growled, setting me down in front of him.

“Do I have to think about everything I do before I do it?”

He let out a sharp laugh, “You are the most danger prone girl I have ever known. Yes, you have to think about dumbass decisions before you make them.”

“All I did was dance on a bar,” I rolled my eyes, pulling his jacket tighter around me in the cold.

“Yeah, right, that’s all you did. Now everyone in there has seen your ass, you feel good about that?”

I set my jaw, letting it tick as I thought over my answer. “You’re talking to me like I’m some kind of whore. Maybe I just wanted your attention.”

“You have that already. Give me a real reason.”

“Maybe I just wanted the attention you gave her.”

“What attention? You’re so fucking delusional. I didn’t even look at her. I don’t give a fuck about her. I came here for you. My team came here for you, and they’re in there having the time of their lives because they got more of you than they bargained for. There’s only one girl that I want to drive me up the fucking wall, and it’s not her!” he was yelling, seething really, his tone harsh and cutting deep but then I let his words settle in along with the feeling of stupidity.

“Ghost, I-“

“Fuck, don’t call me that, my name is Simon,” his voice was still raised and it’s like he didn’t even realize what he’d said until it was out, and we were both taken harshly aback.

I let my mouth drop open a little, taking one step closer to him.

“Simon,” I tried it out and I liked the way it felt rolling off my tongue. I think he liked it too, judging by the way his face softened and his eyes darkened. “Forgive me,” I implored, getting further into his personal space. Crowding him out, really, until my perfume must’ve been suffocating him, thinly veiled by the jacket he’d thrown over me. He didn’t answer. “Forgive me,” I repeated, urgently this time. “Want me to get on my knees and beg? I will. Not for anyone else, but for you, I’ll do it.” He just kept staring at me as I rambled on, “I was jealous, Simon. So jealous, can’t help it with the way she was looking at you. Had me so angry-“

He cut me off, yanking his mask up to his nose and grabbing my throat, pulling me to him and kissing me. I yelped, shocked by the impact, but it only took me seconds to fall into a rhythm, melting where I stood and whimpering for more.

“Such a little slut, begging for me like this and I haven’t even touched you,” he groaned, pulling away to kiss down my neck. I let out a shaky moan, arching into him as his mouth drifted lower.

“Fuck, Simon, please,” I whined, and he laughed.

“I should’ve told you my name a long time ago,” he mused as he brought his mouth back to mine, claiming it as his own. He backed me slowly into the wall, huge hands circling under my thighs and lifting until my legs were wrapped around him and I was caged in his arms.

I got more desperate, squeezing him closer and breaking the kiss to groan when he pressed into me. He was big. Big was an understatement.

“Don’t think that’s gonna fit,” I breathed out and he laughed, nuzzling into me.

“Not tonight it’s not.”

“What?” I was panicking, the need for him growing in me with every passing second.

“Not gonna take you for the first time after a fight like that, baby,” he kissed me again, “Gonna make you wait for it.”

“I’ve been waiting-“

“Don’t whine,” he shut me up, “Makes me want you too bad. Now come on, let’s go back in.”

I pouted as he set me on my feet, all turned on with nowhere to let it out. I followed him as he dragged me inside, pulling his mask down at the same time.

We garnered some stares as we walked in, hand in hand, people obviously knowing exactly what was going on. There were some surprised looks, I wasn’t exactly known for being seen with a man or even settling for a man at all. People were used to be flitting about, flirting but never enough to care.

“Everything okay?” Soap asked as we approached their table, where Sabrina and Dylan were already standing, chatting away.

“We’re just fine,” Simon nodded, and I stayed quiet, blush on my cheeks still, and my eyes might as well have had hearts in them as I gazed at him.

“You’ve got a little… bruise….” Sabrina muttered, grazing her thumb over a spot on my neck and I gasped, pulling the jacket up higher. Everyone laughed at that, and it looked like even Simon smirked but I couldn’t quite tell under the mask.

He pulled out a chair for me and one for himself right beside me and I sat down. They kept cracking their little jokes and I kept not saying much, too lost in thought. I wanted him and I wanted him bad.

I placed my hand on his thigh, rubbing slightly and making my way further and further up. He slapped it away but I just put it back, continuing my ascent. “If I leave, will you follow me?” I whispered the question in his ear, and he just looked at me, but the way his eyes grazed over me let me know he was on the hook. I smirked, pulling my hand away and fleeing to the back room.

The new girl came in behind me, her face twisted in blatant annoyance.

“You can’t be back here,” she spat.

“Yet somehow, I am,” I giggled, waving her away, “Anything else?”

“I thought you were nice when I first met you earlier, but you’re really just a bitch, huh?” I cocked a brow as she let those words slip.

“Do you want to find out just how much of a bitch I am?” I questioned, and she didn’t back down. “Get out. Now. Go ride a dick in the bathroom or something like you’ve been trying to all night.”

“I think I will, in fact I think I’ll go for that man in the mask,” she smirked and before I could even laugh, he came in.

“Fuck off,” he grunted, “This seat’s taken.”

I snorted and she just gawked.

“She isn’t even supposed to be in here!” she huffed.

“Go tattle on her, then,” he barked, and she jumped, making her way out of the room. Once we were alone, he closed the door, turning the lock behind him. I smirked, walking towards him slowly, slipping the jacket further and further off with every step until it was on the floor.

“Just gonna leave my jacket on the ground like that?” he asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it,” I winked, finally reaching him and placing my hands on his chest, balling them in the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I don’t care, as long as I win,” I clicked my tongue, sinking slowly down to one knee, and then the other.

He let out a ragged breath as my hands slid down, tugging his belt until it was unbuckled and sliding out of the loops. Then I got his button and zipper undone, pulling down just enough to expose his boxers slightly.

“Aw, my poor Simon, you just wanted me to touch you, huh?” I cooed, pulling the boxers down enough to expose the tip. “I got you this turned on, baby?”

“Don’t forget your place,” he growled, but his actions were sweet as he brushed my hair back from my face lightly.

“I know my place,” I smiled, “On my knees with my mouth wrapped around you.”

He all but growled, hips bucking into my touch. When I raised a brow, he admitted, “Been a while.”

“For me, too,” I offered, hoping it would make him feel better, before pulling his boxers down further and exposing the entirety of him.

“Fuck,” I gasped, “You’re huge.”

“Gonna keep talking about it or put your mouth on it?”

I didn’t need any more encouragement, getting straight to work, starting with a stripe licked up the back and ending by sucking the tip into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it teasingly.

“Fuck, please,” he breathed out, hand pulling my hair tighter as I took more of him. I had to ease my way down to adjust my throat, but once I got as much as I could in, I started moving back and forth. He held me there until my eyes were teary and wet, my throat completely expanded, and I let him use me.

“Wanna see you,” he told me and I nodded as well as I could, humming around him and pulling my dress and bra down to expose myself, the air making my nipples hard as they’d ever been. I’m sure he had something to do with that, too. “So fucking - agh - perfect, so perfect for me, fuck please keep going,” he sounded broken, but not in the same way other men I’d been with did. He sounded needy, like he’d been waiting his whole life for that one moment and he never wanted it to end. I’d never felt that from anyone before, and I wanted more of it so I got greedier with him in my mouth, savoring the weight of him on my tongue.

“Fuck, y’gonna make me cum,” he gasped, squeezing my hair to pull me back a little as his hips stuttered. It was a sweet gesture, to keep from hurting me with his movements, and I moaned around him, which seemed to tumble him right over the edge. He groaned with one last thrust of his hips and pulled out just enough for me to open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue, letting him let go right there inside of it. He watched closely as he did so, enjoying every second, right to when I swallowed it all.

I grinned after he came down, pulling his boxers back up and doing his pants back up for him then standing and wiping my mouth gently.

“See you out there,” I winked as I began to walk past him, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to him, picking me up and bringing me to the small bench in the corner. He laid me on it, pulling me to the edge and kneeling in front of me, eyes dark on me.

“What’re you doin’?” I asked, breath coming out quicker, heart racing.

“Showing you what your place is, since you’re a little confused,” his voice was rough as he hooked a finger in my panties, pulling them off of me swiftly, “It’s laid out with your legs spread wipe open just for me.”

I gasped, squirming under his gaze as he brought a finger down to swipe through my folds.

“Please,” I whimpered, and he chuckled.

“That’s it, what a good little slut, begging me to touch you. What do you want from me baby? Want my fingers in this little cunt?”

I nodded frantically, eyes wide and pleading, and he obliged, ripping his gloves off and slipping one finger in. I let out a broken moan as he went in and out, thinking it couldn’t possible get better but then it did as he slipped in two, fucking me with his digits, curling them around that spongy spot inside of me.

“Simon, I - fuck - please -!” he went a little faster, and I tried my best not to scream but it was so hard.

Then, all at once, he went away.

“What are you-“

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, calm down,” he shushed me and I relaxed, lying back and watching as he grabbed his jacket. He walked over to me, placing one of the sleeves over my eyes and tying it behind me, making a blindfold of sorts.

“What’s this for?” I asked, and I heard a bit of movement and something being set down before he grabbed my hands and lifted them to his face, laying them down there on bare skin.

I gasped, feeling around, greedy for more then I found it in his hair. I tugged lightly, loving how it felt in my fingers, and he groaned. Before I could even process his bare face, he’d leaned down and kissed me again, his fingers going back to where I needed him most and pushing back in. I rutted against him desperately as his tongue explored my mouth, then moved downwards. To my neck, then my chest, spending a little extra time there teasing me, then down my belly and to where his fingers were.

He circled his tongue around my clit and electricity shot through me as I let out a shriek, my legs falling over his shoulders and pulling him closer as my hand fisted in his hair. He lapped at me like a man starved, working harder for me than anyone ever had, coaxing me farther and farther open until I didn’t feel like I could even inhale. He noticed, pulling away just enough to rasp, “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you, just relax and let me make you cum.”

I moaned again, back arching as I began feeling that peak inside of me getting closer and closer. He could feel it too, so he sped up his movements and added another finger, tipping me over the edge and fucking me through it as I wailed. What felt like forever later, I collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath.

A minute later, he took the jacket off of my face and I pouted when I saw his mask was back on, as well as his gloves. I started to get up but he stopped me with a hand on my chest, laying me back down.

“Hold on,” he ordered and I did, watching him look around for a second before coming back with a little towel he’d found. He carefully cleaned me up, and I watched him in a daze, those dangerous feelings bubbling up in my chest once more. I was a goner for him, and suddenly the thought that he had to leave soon hit me and my eyes were getting hot.

“I’m gonna keep these,” he smirked as he pocketed my underwear, and I nodded, staring at the ceiling. He got quiet, taking note of my attitude change and furrowing his brows. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer and panic set in. “Was that not okay? Did you not want that? Fuck - I’m sorry, I-“

“No,” I shook my head, “I wanted it. It was good. Perfect, even. I just… I feel like I can’t tell you what’s wrong.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll laugh at me.”

“Promise I won’t.”

“You have to leave. I just feel…”

“Used?”

“No,” I placed my hand on his to quiet those thoughts in his head, sitting up carefully, pulling my dress back to somewhat modesty. “Sad.”

“Oh,” he said, seeming surprised. “You know, sweetheart, I’m not the kind of man you wanna care about.”

“It’s a little too late for that.”

“I’ll be back. I promise I will.”

“And if you can’t keep that promise?”

“I can.”

The tears fell then and he sat beside me, pulling me into his arms as I cried. “Shh,” he whispered, “It’s okay. I’ll be back. Just let it out.” His hand was rubbing circles on my back, easing some of the pain. I couldn’t believe how vulnerable I was being, but I felt completely wrecked and he hadn’t even fucked me, and now he had to leave. Of course I was vulnerable,

I stopped crying, pulling slightly away from him and wiping my face as best I could.

“We should go back out there. Try to have a good night.”

“Baby, I’ve already had a good night,” he chuckled and I let out a little giggle too.

“Okay, then let’s try to keep the good night going. Come on. There’s no telling what they’ve said about us by now.”

“Probably nothing that wasn’t true.”

“Yeah…” I mumbled, “We haven’t been too subtle, huh?”

“I think when you showed your ass to everybody in the bar, subtlety went out the window.”

“Probably,” I laughed, standing up and bringing him with me. He slipped the jacket back over my shoulders as we walked out.

“You don’t have underwear on, I’m doing damage control.”

Just as I expected, everyone picked on us, and the night was full of endless innuendos. I just stayed quiet and shy, gazing at Simon, and it almost seemed like he was gazing back. He kept either his arm around me or his hand on my leg for the whole rest of the night, seeming like he didn’t want to let me go.

Unfortunately, the time came that he had to, and we all parted ways and he walked me to my car, still holding me to his side.

“You gonna be ok?” he asked, hand cupping my cheek as I stared at him with those same heart eyes I had for him before.

“I think so,” I grinned and his eyes fell to my lips.

“I meant what I said,” he told me, “I’ll be back for you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I hummed, pulling him a little closer until I was trapped between him and my car, but there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

He lifted his mask to his nose again and I smiled, knowing what was coming. His mouth fell down to mine, slower than before but just as intense. It was short and sweet, but memorable, and I chased him as he pulled away.

“Go home, sweetheart,” he mumbled, kissing me on the forehead before putting some distance between us. He started to pull his mask down but I stopped him, jumping on him one last time in a panic and kissing him with everything I had. It lasted longer and left us both breathless. When I finally stepped back, he just smiled at me, and I realized it was the first time I’d seen his real smile. It was the prettiest thing I’d ever had the luxury of seeing, and I pouted when he covered it up.

“Please stay safe,” I told him, finally letting his hand go and getting in my car.

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absolutewhore101 · 8 months

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can i request some fluff with ashton, reader being sad cuz they're being excluded from a friend group but ash comforts her to make her feel less alone? <3

Less Alone

A/N: hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x GN!Reader

Summary: Ash makes you feel less alone when your friends are less than stellar

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: some swearing, shitty friends

Minors DNI

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You should’ve known. Your whole life, you’d been the one left out of parties, or plans, or group trips, hell even group chats. You were just never included.

And you’d learned to cope - got used to being alone. And eventually, it stopped hurting so much. You were comfortable in your own presence and spending time with yourself, and then, you didn’t have to be. Because you had Ashton.

Ashton was the one person in your life who made you feel included in every possible aspect. He asked for your opinion on everything from his shoes to new music he was working on. And he never made a decision without your input, even if it was just what you were having for dinner or what movie to watch.

But you still had other friends. A whole group of them, actually. Rosie, Liam, and Ollie. The four of you did just about everything together, and for the first time, you felt truly included in a group.

You went out to eat at least twice a week, constantly messaged in the group chat, and even had plans to take a trip in a few weeks. It was new territory, for sure, but you were having so much fun navigating it that you didn’t mind.

Until, of course, the inevitable happened.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. At least that’s what you’d been telling yourself. All they did was go out to eat without you. At your favorite restaurant. In the middle of the worst week of your life - which they were all well aware of.

It has to be me. Otherwise it wouldn’t keep happening.

You stared at your phone, the picture of the three of them smiling back at you doing nothing to cheer you up. Ashton was still at the studio, he’d called you earlier to let you know that he’d be home a little later that night, so you were left to deal with this entirely on your own.

You texted the group chat, doing your best to pretend you had no idea where they were.

Hey, guys! I’ve got a bit of free time, anyone wanna come over for a little while???

Rosie: Sorry, hun! I’m all tangled up at the office right now, big project coming up

Liam: Yeah, I’m currently on a hike with a few friends, and we’re not gonna be back anytime soon

Ollie: I’d love to if I wasn’t walking into the gym as we speak. Sry luv :(

So now they weren’t just excluding you, they were lying straight to your face about it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you immediately wiped it away, doing your best to pretend like this had absolutely no effect on you.

But soon enough, you couldn’t hold them in. They fell and fell and fell until you heard the door open.

“I’m home, sweets! Thought we could try that new Thai restaurant for dinner if your up for-”

He cut himself off at the sight of your tears.

“Hey, honey, what’s going on?” He asked, sitting down next to you. You wrapped yourself around him, burying your face into his chest as you cried.

“I don’t know why it happens every time, Ash, but it does. It has to be me. I have to be the one pushing them away or something.” You complained.

Ashton was confused until he caught sight of your phone lying face up on the couch next to him. He took in what he was seeing and immediately understood.

“Oh, dove, it’s not you. You just happen to find the shittiest people on the planet.” He said, attempting to comfort you. It helped to some measure because he felt more than heard you let out a giggle.

“They’re not shitty people.” You commented.

“Yeah, well, either way, fuck them. It’ll just be you and I tonight, alright?” You nodded against his chest, pulling back to look up at him.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” You mumbled.

“Anything for you.”

A few minutes later, Ash was ordering takeout while you were debating what movie to watch.

“Babe, do you want to watch Coraline or Pride and Prejudice?” You asked when he walked back into the room.

“Oh, Coraline, for sure.” He responded.

You laughed, clicking on the movie but pausing it before it started.

“Food should be here in about 20 minutes.”

“Perfect.” You grabbed his hand, dragging him upstairs and into the master bathroom.

He watched as you dug through one of your drawers, eventually pulling out two face masks.

“Yes.” He said before you could get a word out. “100% yes.”

You smiled, placing one package down on the counter before opening the other one, gingerly applying it to Ashton’s face.

“Well don’t you look so handsome?” You playfully teased, smoothing out a wrinkle with your finger.

“I should hope so.” He said, admiring himself in the mirror. You hopped up onto the counter, watching as he opened the second one and put it on your face this time.

“How long do we leave these on for?” He asked you, picking up the empty package.

“Um, probably about 15 minutes.” You responded. He nodded, and the two of you made your way back downstairs.

15 minutes later, the masks were taken off, just a few moments before the doorbell rang to signify the arrival of your dinner.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch as Ashton got the food, admiring him as he walked into the living room.

“Are you looking at me like that because I have food?” He playfully asked you.

You shook your head.

“I’m looking at you like that because I love you and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”

His face flushed, and he smiled as he set down the food. He walked around the coffee table, crouching down in front of where you were sitting on the couch.

“I’d do this for you even if you weren’t having a tough week. I’d do whatever you asked of me whenever you asked me to. I love you so much, sweets, and all I want in this world is to make you as happy as I possibly can.”

You were crying for the second time that night, but (thankfully) for a much different reason. You leaned forward, connecting your lips once again, trying to convey as much love as you could through the kiss.

When you pulled away, Ashton pressed a quick kiss to your nose.

“Now, how about we eat some food and watch a movie and pretend like none of that bad stuff ever happened?”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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One Side of the Story

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

You shake as you put your phone to your ear. There’s no answer. You try again, gripping tight the strap of your bag as you clench your jaw. You’ve never been so angry in your life. Or stunned.

Why would Steve do that? What gives him the right? Is he so obsessed with his work that he believes you need to be just as zealous? Being a TA was supposed to be a minimal commitment, now you’re not too sure about it.

On the third attempt, Jensen picks up. You can hear his television in the background, some video game with mournful stringy music. One of those fantasy adventures he loves so much.

“Hey, what’s up? How’s the super serious schoolwork?”

“Jake,” you snap, the only word you can muster in your fury.

You hear the click of a button and the noise of swords clashing stops. He lets out a breath as you stop yourself from walking down the wrong path. Where the fuck are you? You let your anger get the best of you and your feet carried you off without direction.

“What’s going on?” His tone grows heavy, “everything okay?”

“No. It’s not.”

“I thought you were working on your lesson– you just messaged–”

“I can’t even– I–” you sputter and put your hand to your forehead, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“What?” Confusion laces his voice as you hear shuffling, “where are you? I’ll come meet you.”

“I’m sorry,” you drop your hand as you turn back the way you came, “I… I shouldn’t have bothered–”

“You’re not bothering me,” he insists, “tell me where you are and I’ll be there.”

“I…” you look around. “I’m not sure, one sec– I’m by the engineering building. Besides that big orange pole.”

“Wait for me there. I’m coming. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Umm,” you look up as you hear another set of footsteps. You back up behind the square pole as you see Professor Steve march down the path. No jacket, no bag, but he’s searching for something. For you. You hide as best you can and whisper, “please.”

“On my way,” he assures you as you peek around the pole. “You saved me from fighting this dragon anyway. I really didn’t feel like it.” He continues as his keys jangle noisily, “I’d rather get my ass kicked at Mario Kart.”

You’re silent as you watch Steve. He turns, eyes scanning the campus. You pull back before he can see you and hold your breath. You wait as his sole scuffs the pavement noisily. He lets out a long breath and a grumbled, ‘shit’.

Finally, he retreats. You only peek out again as you see his shoulder disappear beyond the corner of the building. Your chest is aching as you keep air trapped inside. You blow out and quickly scurry away.

“Hey, you still there?” Jensen asks.

“Yeah,” your voice quavers, “I’m here.” You gulp and hurry on, “I’m heading towards you right now.”

You struggle to keep your phone against your ear as you tremble. The fact that Steve followed you down has you uneasy. What was he going to say? Worse, was he going to do something?

You don’t know, you're frazzled and not thinking straight. It’s not that serious, right? He’s an overbearing professor, you’ll be done with him eventually. You might just have to settle for a C.

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“You’re dropping out of the TA position?” Jensen wonders as he walks beside you, your bag slung on his shoulder. That little argument was easily won on his side. “Huh,” he fixes his glasses thoughtfully, “but… that’s a sudden decision. You seemed so into it like an hour ago.”

“Yeah, well,” you throw a hand out as you walk along the campus path, “I just realised it’s going to be way too much work.”

You pick your nail. When you finally caught up to Jensen, you thought of telling him the truth. You couldn’t find the words that didn’t sound ridiculous. Your professor took your phone and catfished your boyfriend over a study date? You can still barely accept it.

After the initial flurry of anger, you’ve calmed down and formed a plan. You’ll nip it in the bud and never think of it again.

“I’m going to meet with Professor Barnes and let him know. Means I’ll have to give up my dreams of that extra side hustle. Back to being a peasant for me.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, “join the club. My lab position barely pays enough to justify the hours.”

“At least you have that,” you mutter.

“If this is… I hate to make it about me but if you’re worried about, er, us, you know I don’t mind the extra hours–”

“No, no,” you wave him off, “no, it’s not that. It’s just… St– Professor Rogers, I don’t think I’m a good fit. He’s very… particular and I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Maybe next year.”

You mull over your decision. It’s your only choice but it doesn’t cancel out the whole reason you signed up for the extra workload. You need money. Bad. Even with your entry scholarship and the extra grants, you’re struggling. That’s not his problem. He’s probably dealing with the same crunch.

“That’s too bad but I got that feeling. He seems like a tight ass.”

“Yeah…”

“Kinda felt bad at that movie, you know? Him there alone?”

“Er,” you hesitate, you don’t really want to think about Steve, “yeah, I guess he was a part of the organization.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Jensen snaps reactively.

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“My buddies are part of the film club. Shit’s student-run.”

“Really?” You frown, “oh, I thought…”

“Maybe he gave some money at the fundraiser but I know the film crew, a bunch a witches and role players. Good people for a D and D game but not exactly the best students.”

“Huh,” you chew the inside of your lip.

Why would Steve lie about that? What else did he lie about?

📚

The door opens almost as soon as you knock. Professor Barnes greets you from the other side, his foot behind the door to keep it only a foot away from the frame. You can’t see past him or the frosted glass.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you say, “I got turned around on the east wing.”

“That’s fine. These old buildings are mazes,” he smirks, “besides, you’re right on time.”

He pulls his foot back and the door falls inward. He waves you inside as you see another figure awaiting you. You furrow your brow as you recognize Steve’s tense posture and blond hair, even as he refuses to look back at you.

“I figure it’s best we all deal with this,” Barnes beckons you in with his singular hand.

“Um,” you murmur, “sir, I can come back lat–”

“No, please, come in, sit,” he struts away and gestures to the empty chair, “I need this sorted out and I’m sure you have exams you need to study for.”

You reluctantly acquiesce. As you cross the threshold, Barnes asks you to close the door. You drag your feet to the chair next to Steve’s and sit. You keep your head forward as he does the same.

“So, I understand there has been some… unprofessional behaviour,” Barnes begins, “these situations are delicate and must be handled appropriately. Thank you, Professor Rogers, for bringing this to my attention and you, miss, for facing up to it.”

“Facing up– what do you mean?”

“It’s not the first time that a student has… behaved this way but I can understand how youth can sometimes lead to bad decisions.”

“I don’t understand? What–”

Barnes reaches across the desk and curls his fingers in a gesture to Steve. Steve hands over his phone, the screen already lit up. The dark-haired professor turns it and reads aloud.

‘I can’t wait to see you. Should I wear that cute little skirt you like?’

You wince and curl your lip. What the hell is that?

“I don’t think I should read any of the others as I’m sure you recall what you sent,” Barnes accuses.

“I didn’t– what?”

“This is your number correct…” he reads out your phone number digit for digit.

“I… I didn’t…” you take out your cell and unlock it.

You open your messages and flip back to the list of conversations. In your frantic escape, you hadn’t looked beyond Jensen’s. It’s right there. Messages forged just before he sent the last to Jensen. Some of them make your skin crawl, you wouldn't even send those things to your boyfriend.

“No, this wasn’t–”

“Now, there are two options,” Barnes intercedes, “we can end this here and agree to dissolve this arrangement entirely. Or I can report this to the dean which would mean an investigation. These sorts of matters are taken rather seriously and could lead to expulsion–”

“What, but–”

You glance over at Steve as he stares ahead, stone-faced. He did this. He set you up! And you have no evidence to dispute his own.

Well, you were going to quit anyway. So what does it matter? Take the shame and walk away.

You can only hope that you never have to encounter Professor Rogers again. At least, not beyond your final exam.

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peanut's three and a half years old in this, takes place about a year and half in the future

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“i miss peanut!” abigail pouted, taking another sip of her drink. “she’s so small and cute. you should’ve brought her here.”

mama looked around the bar. the music was loud, the place were crowded, and the people were a little more than tipsy — herself included.

scratch that, she was easily drunk.

“yeah, i don’t think so,” mama answered abigail with a little giggle. “she’s more t-ball games and hockey rinks. this isn’t her scene.”

abigail sighed dramatically, “well i’m going to be visiting peanut very soon. hopefully, tomorrow if i remember.”

mama grinned, turning her head as the bartender tapped her to get her attention.

“this is from the man over there,” he passed the drink to you, pointing to a man sitting down at the table.

the man smirked in mama’s direction, throwing her a two fingered salute. mama bit back her smile, instead nodding a thank you in his direction.

“he’s pretty,” mama said, turning back to abigail.

“i’d hit,” her friend agreed.

“it feels so weird to be hit on,” mama muttered, taking a sip of the drink the man had sent her way. “with peanut around, most dudes steer clear. but now that she’s old enough to actually stay without me, those same guys are buying me drinks.”

“you’re thinking too much,” abigail pouted, finishing off her drink and grabbing her friend’s arm. “let’s dance instead.”

mama laughed, allowing abigail to lead her to the dance floor. for what felt like the first time in forever, she allowed herself to be free — to experience life the way other twenty six year olds were.

she danced with men and women, sang along to the songs, and drank much more than she normally would’ve.

“easy there,” a man’s voice sounded as mama turned too fast and bumped into him. “you okay, love?”

mama blinked, taking a second to steady herself again. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine. thank you.” she looked up at the man, suddenly gasping. “you’re the guy who bought me the drink! it was so good, thank you. oh wait, i already said thank you. no wait, that was for making sure i’m okay, this thank you was for the drink. look at you,” mama grinned, patting his chest, “you earned two thank yous and i don’t even know your name. you’re a lucky dude.”

the man laughed, clearly amused by mama’s drunk rambling, “well, i feel honoured. but since you’ve said thank you twice already, i think it’s only fair i share my name with you. i’m mathew, but you can call me mat.”

“well, matthew who i can call mat,” mama smiled. “you can call me peach.” she lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in, “i don’t let just anyone call me peach, so you’re lucky.”

mat laughed, biting his lip as he tried to keep a straight face, “i think so too. and not just because you’re letting me call you peach or you thanked me two times.” he tucked a stray wisp of hair behind mama’s ear, “i think i’m lucky because i had the chance to meet a pretty girl like you.”

“ha!” mama laughed, rolling her eyes. “you’re so corny. and i have three younger brothers who had a phase where they refused to communicate with anyone unless it was through pickup lines and dad jokes.”

mat tilted his head, “you’ve got three brothers? are you the only sister?”

“yup!” mama nodded, popping the p. “i’m the oldest, so i’ve just grown up hearing ‘peach, where’s my sock?’ or ‘peach, i can’t find my glasses’ or ‘peach, i need a new hockey stick’. they’re crazy, but they’re my crazies. i guess the only thing that sucks is that once i finally got free of the three of them asking me all of that, p’s running around asking the same things.”

“p?”

“peanut,” mama answered. “my little girl. it’s what we call her. jack, one of my crazy brothers, remember i told you about them always needing me and stuff?”

“i may have a vague memory,” mat smiled.

“yeah, but he nicknamed her after one of my cravings,” mama answered, unaware of mat’s amusement. “so now we call her peanut. she’s a little crazy — not a surprise considering her papa and the uncles she’s always around — but she’s my world.”

“peanut’s dad is still in the picture?” mat asked, leaning back.

he had no problem with peach having a daughter, he actually thought she sounded like a little rebel. he just didn’t want to get too close if peach already had someone.

“oh no,” mama shook her head, taking another sip of her drink. “he’s — it’s complicated. we’re just coparenting, and never getting back together. hah, never getting back together.”

mat nodded, reaching forward to pull peach’s drink away, “okay, pretty girl, i think that’s enough.”

peach sighed, leaning back, “i’m gonna have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers, right?”

“probably,” mat answered.

he checked the time, his eyes widening as he read two am on his watch. he hadn’t even realized how fast the time passed while he was hanging out with peach.

“well,” she muttered, swaying slightly as she got to her feet. she smiled at mat, “even though i may never see you again, i’m just gonna say thank you one more time.”

“what for?”

“for listening to me,” she answered. “i talk a lot when i’ve had too much to drink — look i’m doing it right now — but you’re a good listener, mathew that i can call mat. bye.”

mama waved, stumbling slightly as she tried to make her way out the door. abigail had already left over an hour ago with some man who had brown eyes almost as pretty as mat’s.

“wait, peach!”

she turned around, furrowing her brows at the sight of mat packing up quickly and walking over to her.

“let me drop you home,” he said. “it’s late, and — i’ll take you home.”

mama smiled slowly, offering her arm, “c’mon. it’s close enough to walk.”

the two of them made their way through the streets of hoboken, mama talking about everything she could see while mat listened. he liked the sound of her voice. he didn’t want to forget it.

“this is it,” mama announced as they arrived outside jack’s apartment. “my brothers are watching peanut, and i’m just gonna crash here for the night.”

“i had fun tonight,” mat rushed out before mama could unlock the door. “i — i want to see you again. maybe on a real date.”

mama smiled, “that’d be nice.” she pulled out a pen from her clutch, writing down her number on mat’s arm, “call me — wait, no. text me. i don’t like calls, they give me anxiety. facetime’s okay, but you earn that privilege after five dates.”

“five dates, okay,” mat grinned, a secret promise in his voice. “i’ll see you soon, pretty girl.”

mama smiled, “see you mat.”

she closed the door behind her, trying to hide the flare of hope spreading in her heart.

“mathew barzal?” jack’s voice came from the doorway to the living room, where he'd been spying from. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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Kinktober - Day 31

Prompt: Costume/putting on makeup

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Author’s Note: And here’s the last one! I DID IT!!! This has been so wild to do, thanks for all the feedback and support on this, I’ve appreciated it all! Happy Halloween, everyone! Also felt so good to write a plot again, lmao. Going out with a bang, hehe. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used for reader, reader is from the southern US, reader wears a long skirt, alcohol, porn with plot, sex in costumes, P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, creampie, praising, Leon’s corny ass jokes.

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You’re putting the final touches on your costume for the night, lining the edges of your eyes with a dark eyeshadow, lips painted black, and adorned head to toe with said color. The look is almost completed before you hear a frustrated groan from the bedroom.

Opening the door and stepping into the bedroom, Leon’s back is to you, his hands seemingly occupied with something on his front.

“Need any help?” You offer, approaching him. He sighs, hands dropping to his sides. He turns around to face you and stops, his blue eyes widening a bit at your outfit, gaze trailing down your body. His eyebrows furrow slightly, “Honey, what are you?” Head tilting as he asks.

“Southern gothic.”

It takes him a second to process what you said, before he doubles over and laughs, hands on his knees. You chuckle yourself, mostly at his reaction. “Oh–hah–my god,” he gasps out, standing up straight as he sucks in air.

“Baby, you should look into becoming a comedian,” is what he says after his fit of laughter, and you begin to giggle too, beaming at him. “Glad you enjoy my costume. Now, what’s going on with yours?”

He sighs again, pointing to the cape. “Damn thing won’t stay put, keeps twisting.” He’s referring to the tie, it being vertical to his body when it should be horizontal. You reach up, fiddling with the tie, redoing it.

You finally get it sorted out, the tie now laying how it’s supposed to. He turns to look in the mirror and nods approvingly at his attire. “Thanks, babe. Don’t know what I’d do without you,” he turns back towards you and plants a kiss to your head.

You smile up at him, “You’re welcome. Now, ready for me to do your hair and makeup?” You ask, grin forming once more. He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I guess. Don’t go too wild with it, alright?” Nodding eagerly, he follows you into the bathroom, sitting down on the close toilet seat.

You start with his hair, slicking it back, using hairspray to keep it in place. You won’t be doing too much with his makeup, just accentuating his cheek bones with a darker contour, the rim of his eyes getting a swipe of red eyeshadow, and two “bite marks” on his neck, above his collar.

Stepping back to see if there’s anything else needed, you nod at your work, satisfied with it. Leon stands up and makes his way to the mirror, moving his head side to side to take in the work you did.“I look like a bonafide blood sucker now,” he says, smiling at you, which you return.

“Ready to go to the party?”

You and Leon arrive at the party not long after it’s started, going inside and greeting your friends. They get a laugh at the explanation of your costume, and complement the work you did on Leon’s. The party is lively, with themed drinks and food for the holiday, and music reverberating throughout the house.

You hand Leon a martini glass with a blood red liquid in it, that has fangs floating on the top. He rolls his eyes but takes a sip, nodding approvingly at the flavor. You grab one of your own, definitely tasting some sort of cherry flavor in it, amongst some others you can’t identify.

You lead Leon to where others are dancing, swaying to the beat. One of his arms locks around your waist, keeping you close. He sips languidly at his drinks as he watches you move, your hips occasionally brushing against his.

One of your hands runs up his arm, feeling his muscles flex underneath his sleeve. Your eyes glance at him and roll after seeing his grin. “Show off,” you say while you tug at his cape. He bends down and whispers in your ear, “Only for you,” the words causing your stomach to flutter, goosebumps forming when he nips at your neck before pulling away.

You clutch at his sides, eyes half lidded with a blush rising along your cheeks. He smirks, he takes your drinks and sets them down, pulling you along with him out of the room. Leon guides you up the stairs, entering a guest room near the end of the hall.

He comes up behind you and tugs you towards him, kissing along your neck. You hum, letting your head tilt to one side and fall back. “You gonna let me suck your blood?” He asks, “Or, there’s something else I could suck on,” he emphasizes with his tongue running along your skin.

You let out a choked noise, surprised by his brazen words. “Please,” you whisper, and he pushes you towards the bed. Your stomach makes contact with the sheets, elbows propping up your upper half. Leon gets on his knees, hands grabbing the hem of the black Victorian skirt you’re wearing, his thumbs hooked around the material as he begins to drag it up, the fabric starting at your ankles. His warm touch is felt all the way up, joined in with his lips mouthing along your legs, thighs, and his hands move away to flick the skirt up, over your ass.

He hums, giving your cheek a firm slap, a squeak leaving you. Leon grabs the waistband of your underwear and pulls them down, groaning at the string of wetness that clings to them before snapping. He leaves them around your knees, his thumbs spreading your lips apart.

Your back arches even at the littlest touch, pussy exposed to the cool air of the room, and a shiver runs through your being. “Please,” you beg once more. You move back, towards him. He tuts, “Let me look at you for a minute.” You groan. At a damn Halloween party, not in your own home, there should be an air of urgency, a quickness to your sexual activities, but Leon seems to take his time, regardless of event or location.

“Someone could come up here at any time, Leon, we should be–ugh–” words stopping abruptly as he slides a finger inside you, his thumb moving over your clit. You bury your head into the covers now, stifling any other noises you may create.

He chuckles at your reaction, kissing your thigh. “Alright, alright, I’ll make this quick. But, I’m making up for it when we get home.” You can only nod, body going limp as he adds another finger. He begins a pattern, fingering you, before removing himself to rub at your throbbing clit, smearing your click around, before plunging back inside.

Your eyes roll back, Leon works you up so well, knowing what you like most now. “K-keep rubbing, please,” you whimper out, grasping at the bed. His hand leaves you once more, obeying you as his fingers focus on your bundle of nerves, his tongue replacing his hand.

Your legs spread out as much as they can with your underwear bunched at your knees, allowing him better access with his mouth. “Good baby,” he murmurs, hand picking up speed. You’re so goddamn close now, small noises stuck in your throat. Ecstasy floods your veins as you cum, Leon’s mouth moving down to suck at your pulsating clit while his finger slides back inside and curves into you.

You shriek into the pillow, trembling at the powerful orgasm flowing through you. Finally pushing Leon back from your cunt, overstimulated. Standing up, you hear his belt being undone, zipper pulled down, the head of his cock now sliding through the wetness, dipping into your hole. “Want my stake?” He asks with a grin. You lift and turn your head to glare at him, his goofiness never failing to find him even during intimate moments.

“Leon if you don’t fuck me right now,” you threaten, trying to keep a serious look on your face. He laughs, patting your ass. “As you wish,” he says and slides inside, sheathing himself fully into your warmth. Moaning in unison, he clutches at your hips and begins thrusting, skin slapping together fills the room. Thank the Lord for the loud music downstairs.

Leon’s head is thrown back, basking in the glorious feeling of you hugging him so tightly, both of you fitting together like you were made for each other. He whines at the thought, biting his lip. “F-fuck, gripping me perfectly, baby,” he stutters, his movements becoming sloppy already. He doesn’t last as long as he usually could, due to the events of tonight.

Sneaking away from the party, having you bent over someone else’s bed has him craving you even more, his grip tightening against your skin. He whines as he cums, chanting your name as he gushes inside you, hot seed fills your hole as his movements cease, thighs flush against your ass.

He sighs as he pulls out quickly, pulling your underwear back up before any can trickle out. You look back, letting out a questioning sound. Usually he cleans up after cumming inside you. He smirks, adjusting your skirt to fall back down to your ankles, “No point in cleaning you up if you’re just gonna get dirty again when we get home.” He rubs your ass through your skirt, patting it before helping you off the bed.

Your face heats up at his words and he pulls you into a searing kiss. He pulls away, grinning again, and you’re already bracing yourself for another corny phrase.

“Happy Halloween, baby. You definitely gave me something good to eat.”

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What Lurks Within, Pt. 5

Author's Note: Back at it again with another installment of this series. Enjoy!

Content: The team breaks to grab a bite to eat in the morning. Upon returning to the station, a cause of death for the most recent victims is established. The team realizes that the unsub has a true target, and that he won't be slowing down until that target is taken out.

Warnings: Spencer X fem!reader, brief mentions of smut, friendly banter, established relationship, fluff, mentions of a car accident, a minor coffee-related burn, hom!c!de, typical BAU level violence

I turned to Spencer. “Are you going along with this?”

Spencer shrugged again, “It’s Luke’s head, not ours.” Spencer took my hand and slipped in front of me, guiding me out of the conference room behind Luke and JJ. Instead of heading straight for the door, he led me through a winding path of cubicles on the way out.

We passed Richie’s desk, and I offered him a small smile with a wave. I could’ve sworn I saw his face drop a bit when he saw me holding Spencer’s hand. I looked up at Spencer as we reached the door, who wore a smug smile on his face.

“Did you do that on purpose?” I asked. Without turning his head, he continued guiding us towards the SUV where Luke and JJ were climbing in the front seats.

“Do what on purpose?” he asked, a playful tinge in his voice.

“Spencer-” I started to scold him before Luke cut me off.

“Buckle up, kids. I’m starving.” He hit the gas with full force, jolting us forward in our seats. JJ connected her phone to the SUV, playing some song I’d never heard before.

“What song is this?” I asked. JJ dropped her jaw.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I know you’re young, but I didn’t know I was that old.” She shook her head. “Spence, you know this song, right?” She turned her head slightly towards the back seat.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “I don’t.”

“He doesn’t listen to music that normal people do,” I said.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Spencer said, furrowing his brow and tilting his head while awaiting my reply.

“Well, you know. Most people don’t get up in the morning and start getting ready to the musical works of Tchaikowsky.”

JJ turned her head back to us again. “How do you know what he gets ready to in the morning?” she asked, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Spencer and I gave each other a quick glance.

“I’ve stayed over a couple times,” I shrugged, “and no, we aren’t living together.” Spencer nodded in agreement, we could only imagine the gossip that would get started around the office if everyone knew we’d moved in together. Emily and JJ would never let us rest.

“Mhm,” Luke nodded, turning into the diner’s parking lot. “I’m sure the only things you guys did was sleep, too.” I bit my lip, turning to Spencer who was adamantly trying to escape Luke’s questioning eyes in the SUV’s mirror.

JJ giggled as Luke pulled into a parking space, shutting off the car. “Leave them alone, Luke. I’m sure you wouldn’t want us digging into your sexual history.”

Luke held his hands up in defense, “Hey now, I didn’t do anything. I was just offering Romeo and Juliet back there a chance to divulge any information they’ve been keeping to themselves.”

“Isn’t it nine in the morning?” Spencer asked, checking his watch. “This seems like more of a late-night conversation.”

“Nah,” Luke said, “it’s never too early to pick on you two.” I rolled my eyes, opening my car door and stepping out into the parking lot. The morning sun was blocked by layers of clouds covering the sky. A light breeze blew through the air, raising goosebumps on my arms.

I walked over to Spencer’s side of the car and waited for him to get out. I rubbed my hands over my arms, trying to generate some body heat. He stepped out of the car, removed his jacket and lightly draped it over my shoulders. “Thank you, honey,” I said with a smile.

“Of course,” he replied, straightening the shoulders of his jacket to best cover my figure.

Luke gagged from where he stood on the sidewalk. “This is what I’m talking about,” he looked to JJ and motioned in our direction, “it’s never too early to get at these two.”

Spencer turned to look at Luke, shooting him a quiet but playful warning glance as we approached the restaurant’s front door. It was a small building with white siding and blue shutters. “How quaint,” I heard JJ murmur as she took in the small cafe.

Floral wallpaper scattered the walls and aged wooden floors surrounded the large wood stove burning in the center of the room. Each table was full of scrapes and scratches, a lifetime of stories held in each one. Mismatched chairs were placed at each table, with placemats that look handmade.

The cafe was empty, except for a couple sitting at a table in the far corner. The woman’s dark hair and the man’s thick mustache caught my eye. “Emily? Detective Whittendon?” I called across the small room.

The pair looked in my direction. Emily smiled, waving us over. “Hey, you guys. Detective Whittendon and I decided to stop in here for a bite to eat before the day got too chaotic. Do you all want to join us?” Their plates, nearly scraped clean, indicated they’d been here for awhile.

“No thanks, boss,” Luke said, “you guys look like you’re about to head out anyway.”

Whittendon nodded. “I believe we are. Agent Prentiss, would you care to come with me back to the office while I check some things on my computer? I think I can get the information you’re looking for if I check my email list.”

“Sure,” Emily said. “Enjoy breakfast, team. We’ve got a busy day ahead.” She and Whittendon arose from their seats. Whittendon threw a couple dollar bills on the table. The couple brushed past us as they walked out.

The detective paused to address us. “Dr. Reid, Agent L/N, good to see you again. Enjoy your morning.” He continued out the door, holding it open for Emily before following her out.

Luke sat down at a table adjacent to the one Emily and Whittendon had just left. “I didn’t know Emily was into younger guys,” he said.

I knitted my brows together. “What?” I asked. “You seriously think those two are hitting it off in that way?” JJ looked as unconvinced as I did.

“Never know. Maybe it’s the porn stache,” he suggested. JJ rolled her eyes and sat down next to Luke, leaving the opposite booth open for Spencer and I. I wriggled myself into the space closest to the window as Spencer slid in next to me.

A young waitress appeared from behind the counter, her apron messy with stains and her hair tied back in a hurried ponytail. “Good morning,” she said, “what can I get you all to drink?”

After we’d all ordered our food and drinks, Luke’s phone buzzed rapidly on the table. “Must be Garcia,” he said before picking it up and answering. I could hear her muffled voice on the other end. Luke spoke in intervals, allowing Garcia to share what information she had found.

“Uh-huh… Yeah, Garcia… Okay… Sure, that would be great… Okay… Thanks again.” He set his phone back on the table top, taking a moment to think before having another bite of his breakfast sandwich.

“What was that?” JJ asked with a mouthful of toast.

“Garcia’s sending information about Graydon’s kids to our tablets. We can look over it when we get back.” JJ nodded, wiping some excess butter off her lip before taking a sip of her coffee.

We all continued eating as the waitress brought the last of our food to the table. Spencer reached across the table for the syrup, accidentally knocking the scalding coffee pot over. The spilled coffee quickly dripped off the table, landing directly on my skirt. “Dammit!” I shouted. The boiling liquid soaked into the fabric of the material, holding the blazing heat directly against my skin. I couldn’t help but think back to the car accident. Hot metal, my leg pinned between the door and the seat, struggling to pull myself out.

Spencer quickly hopped up from the table. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He frantically pulled napkins from a dispenser at another table, pressing them down on the black, coffee-soaked fabric.

I looked over at Luke and JJ, who were watching with concerned looks on their faces. I waved my hand at them in dismissal. “I’m really fine,” I said, “seriously, Spence.”

As he pressed another napkin to my leg, I let out a noticeable gasp and winced. “Spencer, I think it burnt my leg a bit,” I said. “I should probably go to the restroom and check it out before we go.”

“I’m so sorry. Come here,” he pulled me out from my position on the edge of the booth and walked with me to the bathroom.

I looked back at Luke and JJ. “Get boxes for our food, I’m still hungry!” I shouted as Spencer and I disappeared down the small hallway that led to the women’s restroom. He stood at the entrance, holding the door open for me. “Spencer, I really don’t need you to come in with me. It’s fine.”

“I am coming in with you. If you have a burn, you and I both know you won’t take care of it properly, the way I would.” It was evident he wasn’t backing down on this one, and who were you to challenge him.

“Fine,” I said, entering the bathroom and leaning back against the sink. Spencer knelt down and gently lifted my skirt up to unveil my upper thigh. I already had a nasty scar there from the car accident a few months prior, and now a long red streak was appearing over the scar.

“Oh god,” Spencer said, he ran a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry. We need to get something on that as soon as possible.” Though the sharp stinging in my thigh was growing more uncomfortable by the second. I tried to ignore it, choosing instead to ruffle the curls on top of my boyfriend’s head.

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” I joked. He looked up at me, an unamused look on his face.

“This is not funny. I know this has to be painful.” He gently dropped my skirt back down my leg, covering the affected area. “I’ll go out to the SUV and get the medical kit. There should be something for burns in the-” I cut him off, shaking my head.

“It’s not that serious, Spence. It’s just a little burn,” I said as he rose up from his kneeled position, towering over me once again. “Sure, it might sting and blister a little, but it’ll go away. I’ll certainly live.”

He sighed and leaned forward, placing both hands on either side of the sink, caging me in. “I want to make sure you’re not in any pain.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before continuing, “Can’t you let me take care of you?”

I reached my arms up, wrapping myself around his neck. “Yeah, I can. I do. But this isn’t something that needs to be taken care of,” he hummed in disagreement as I pulled him down closer to me. “I can think of some other things you could take care of, though.” I leaned back, biting my lip.

He drew in a sharp breath, raising his eyebrows at my statement. “You think so?”

“I know so, Doctor Reid,” I teased. He pulled his hands from the counter and placed them on my hips, rubbing light circles with his thumb.

He lowered his voice, his tone dark and serious, “If we ever get to a hotel, I’ll show you just how well I can take care of-”

The bathroom door swung open, JJ stood on the outside. “Hey, I just wanted to make sure Y/N was okay…” Her words became slower as her jaw dropped a bit. She looked us up and down. Spencer was leaned over me, hands planted firmly on my hips as I had my arms wrapped around his neck, hands in his curls. “Whoa,” she said, immediately looking back down at the ground, “if you guys wanted an excuse to get up from the table, you could’ve just said that.”

Luke’s head popped into the doorway behind JJ. A grin sprang on to his face as Spencer and I quickly unraveled from each other. “What happened to ‘Isn’t it only nine in the morning?’ Huh, Reid?”

Spencer looked up to make eye contact with Luke. Taking my hand, he started to pull me out of the bathroom and back into the main part of the diner. Luke laughed again, “Awh, come on, you two. You have to admit, this is funny!” JJ swatted Luke on the shoulder as he continued giggling. Spencer and I collected our forgotten food from the table before exiting the building.

When we made it out of the restaurant and to the SUV, I could tell that Luke’s taunting was starting to get on Spencer’s nerves. “Spencer and Y/N on the bathroom sink, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Luke sang as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the vehicle. That was actually pretty clever. Spencer, however, did not seem to think so.

“Hey, Luke,” Spencer said, interrupting his song, “you know earlier when you were joking about Y/N staying at my place?” Oh no, I thought, he’s really mad, now.

“Yeah, loverboy. Why do you ask?” Luke put the SUV in drive, backing out of the parking spot and pulling on to the street.

“I’ll have you know she stays quite frequently,” Spencer said, leaning forward in the seat to get closer to Luke. “And, no, we rarely ‘just sleep.’ So, if you need any pointers on how to get a beautiful woman in your bed, I’d be more than happy to offer some advice.”

JJ’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. My jaw quickly dropped as Luke slammed on the car’s brakes, nearly bringing us to a stop in the middle of an intersection. “Luke! Drive!” JJ said, wacking him on the shoulder once more.

I took the opportunity to wack Spencer on the arm as well. “Ouch! What was that for?” he asked.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” I said, covering my reddened cheeks with my hands. Spencer mouthed something along the lines of ‘sorry’ before Luke spoke up again.

“I believe it,” Luke said as he sped the car up. He looked back at Spencer in the rearview mirror. “My man, Spencer. I always knew he had it in him.” Luke beamed like a proud father, while JJ and I did the best to cover our faces for the rest of the drive back to the precinct.

When we arrived and reentered the building, we immediately headed for the conference room to find what Garcia had left for us on our tablets. Through the conference room blinds, I could see Matt and Rossi standing next to each other, examining the white board at the front of the room.

“What are you two looking at?” Luke asked as we entered. Spencer shut the door firmly behind us as we took our seats around the table.

Matt gestured to the gory images of the victims on the board. “Rossi and I just got back from the coroner’s office. The manner of death isn’t exactly what you’d think.” He turned to face us as Rossi pinned another image up on the board.

“What do you mean?” JJ asked. Matt looked over at Rossi, silently asking who would explain. When Rossi continued to stare at the board, Matt spoke again.

“The ME says the official cause of death was asphyxia caused by strangulation.” Eyebrows raised around the room as we all took in this new information.

“So their throats were slashed postmortem?” Spencer asked, running a hand over his stubble.

Matt nodded. “ME said they were likely strangled to death with a thick object… like a belt.”

“Why slash their throats?” JJ wondered aloud, leaning back in her chair and flipping a stray hair out of her eyes.

I took the chance to share my thoughts. “Overkill,” I theorized. “If the unsub is harboring some kind of rage, that could explain the severe beatings these men have endured, not to mention the substantial overkill he carries out after they are already dead.” Rossi turned from the board, nodding in agreement.

“Does that mean these crimes are personal?” Luke asked.

Spencer shook his head, “Not necessarily. The victims could be surrogates for the true source of the unsub’s rage.”

“Considering Garcia’s been working on victimology for nearly two days and we’ve got nothing that connects these victims, I think the kid’s right,” Rossi said. “The unsub isn’t prepared or brave enough to take out his real target. These victims are just the warm up.”

I sat up straighter in my chair, the severity of the situation at hand causing my shoulders to tense. “How do we find his real target?” I asked, looking to Rossi and his years of experience for a solution.

Rossi lowered himself into a seat at the table, thinking for a moment before continuing. “We continue to work the case as-is. We hope victimology turns up connections to a shady figure or that he gets sloppy during his next attack.” He turned to the rest of the group, “Because he will attack again. Someone with this much rage is not going to stop until they’ve eliminated their ultimate target.”

To be continued...

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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just could really use something where maybe ur anxious and crying or whatever it may be for whatever reason and matty just holds u and runs his hands through your hair and whispers sweet nothings and affirmations IDK i just feel kinda shit rn ig

Oh, honey. I’m so sorry you’re having a difficult time right now. Please know that it will pass. Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. I am sending you all the best vibes and well wishes. I’m here for you, if you need to vent or chat or anything at all. Been there myself. More times than I can count. So, I completely understand. ❤️ I hope that this can at least bring a smile to your face.

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Matty walked through the door, expecting to be greeted with a hug from his favorite human being, after a long day at work. He kicked his shoes off, glancing around the room for signs of her. His brows furrow at the eerie silence. He’s used to the speakers blasting music, the sounds and smells of her cooking, or the TV being on, at the very least. This quiet was unsettling.

He rushes up the stairs, whistling the tune of the song he’s been working on all day. He peaks his head into the bedroom and smiles when his eyes finally land on her figure.

“Hey, baby! What’re you doin’ up here so early?” He walks over, a bit concerned that she doesn’t turn around to look at him as soon as he shows up. “Hey, you sleepin’ or something?”

She eventually pulls herself up and turns to face him, mumbling a soft apology. “Sorry, I- umm, just didn’t hear you come in.”

Matty is alarmed. How could she not have heard him come in, walk up the stairs, and all the way to the bedroom? He sits by her on the bed, taking her face in his hands and looking her straight in the eyes. Which is when it dawns on him that she’s on the verge of tears.

“Hey, honey, what’s the matter, my love?”

She bites her wobbly lip, struggling to keep from crying. All the effort that she had put into shoving her anxious thoughts into the back of her mind, and all the energy that she had spent telling herself to power through the hard part, and to just be strong for one more day, was now washing away at the sound of his gentle coaxing pulling at her heartstrings.

She shakes her head and attempts to brush him off, but Matty will not hear of it. He can tell she’s upset, and his heart is breaking at the tears in her eyes. “Baby, please talk to me. What’s the matter?” His hand on her neck and bottom of her cheek, pulls her into him, and she can no longer keep the tears at bay. She sobs into his arms, with him holding her tight, and vents to him while his shirt soaks up her tears, about how awful she’s been feeling for a long time now. That she feels stuck and helpless with her mind spiraling all the time. It feels like the world around her is moving at warp speed, and she has to exert twice as much energy just to try and keep up, and most of the time, she can’t even do that. And she feels guilty for even being upset because she knows she’s supposed to be stronger than this, but she’s just so exhausted all the time.

Matty listens to her speak and feels the sobs shake her whole body as they leave her lips and his heart shatters to a million pieces. “Baby, why haven’t you said anything? I wish you’d talked to me…if I’d known that you’ve been feeling this way- fuck, I never would’ve left for work this morning.” He hates to imagine that while he slept soundly by her side every night, she’s been lying awake struggling in anguish without his support.

He pulls them both into the bed so he’s resting his back against the headboard, with her in his lap, stroking her hair, kissing her forehead and cooing to her. “It’s okay, my love. I’ve got you. You’re not alone. Don’t have to be strong anymore. You can fall apart if you need to. I’ll catch you, I’ll put you back together.”

She falls asleep with him holding her, and he’s there in the morning when she tries to pretend everything’s fine and start her day anew.

“You need to rest. You can’t fix your situation if you’re running on fumes.”

“But life doesn’t pause and wait for me. If I don’t get on with it, I’ll fall behind. It’ll be even worse!” She feels the emotions bubble back up to the surface, but she doesn’t have time for this right now. She’s a grown up, with real responsibilities, and no time for outbursts.

“Fuck that shit! I couldn’t give a rats ass about the rest of the world. What I care about is you. My love. My favorite person. Everyone else could set themselves on fire for all I care. If you’re not healthy, how could you be expected to get anything done?” He puts his hands on both of her shoulders, dragging her back to bed. “Please. Stay here with me. Just for today. Let me spoil you. Let me take care of you. We’ll have a day in. Just us. I wanna talk. Feel like I haven’t been present. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. If all you need is some rest, we’ll make sure you get it. If you need professional help, I want to make sure you have it. Please, baby, stay home with me.”

And how could she refuse. When he looks at her with his pretty eyes and she sees the concern that fills them, she knows he’s right. And at least for the moment, the burden isn’t as heavy. Knowing that he would gladly carry it with her is the first glimmer of hope she’s felt in a long time.

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x you #matty healy fluff

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mac-lilly · 2 months

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An awesome team (in the making)

Sneak peek at the "Life with Derek"-inspired AU

*****

The door of her locker got slammed shut, and Julie jumped like a startled cat. But she did not scream. Most certainly not.

“Nice voice, Molina.”

Okay, maybe she did scream. Just a little.

Julie huffed, frustrated. She recognized that voice. Of course, she did.

There was not a single student (or member of staff) at Los Feliz Performing Arts School who didn’t know Luke Patterson’s voice. Because Luke was a lot of things – but never, NEVER, silent.

Scowling, she turned around, and there he was: Luke Patterson with his ridiculously outdated haircut, washed-out band tee, and ripped jeans. Oh, and his stupid grin that was absolutely not adorable. Nope, absolutely not.

“What?!” she snapped at him.

“Whoa, hold your horses.” Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, but his grin turned into a smirk. It did not make Julie’s heart stutter! “I come in peace.”

Julie scoffed, though she wasn’t as upset by his ambush as she would have been under normal circumstances. Actually, she had meant to talk to him.

While they shared a handful of classes and used to be in the music program (before Julie had dropped out), their paths didn’t really cross. They moved in completely different circles. Before her mother’s death, she’d mostly hung out with Flynn, Carrie, and the other girls that formed Dirty Candi. These days, it was just Flynn. But still!

Luke, on the other hand, was in a rock band. And as far as Julie could judge, that was all he ever cared about. He most certainly did not care about school. Luke was chaotic and disruptive, and Julie wondered if he would stay until graduation. With his silly outfits and questionable antics, he was the walking cliché of a rebellious punk-rock teen straight from the early ‘90s.

So, yeah, they did not mingle. Usually.

“What do you want?”

“Covington assigned partners for the group project.”

Julie frowned at him. “He never assigns pairs.”

“True,” Luke said, rocking on his heels, hands behind his back. Julie sighed. Luke was always like this. Too bouncy. Too fidgety. There was too much energy in him. But today, it seemed worse than usual. “But he did this time.”

Julie huffed. “Great.” That was just great. So much for the grandiose plan she and Flynn had been working on. “Well, thanks for letting me know—”

She cut herself off, caught off-guard by the look on Luke’s face. His smirk turned more sinister, and there was a manic glint in his eye. A horrible realization dawned on her. She gaped at Luke. “No!”

“Yup!” Luke beamed at her and even had the audacity to pump his fist into the air.

Julie didn’t buy it. Folding her arms, she eyed him suspiciously. “Mr Covington hates you.” He’d never team them up.

“He does,” Luke confirmed without a care in the world. His expression turned smug. “Meanwhile, you’re the apple of his eye.”

Julie paled first, then a hot flush blossomed on her face. “I’m not– He–”

Luke smirked triumphantly, and Julie groaned.

“Fine, whatever,” she snapped. “But you better don’t mess this up, Luke.”

Luke saluted. His smile never wavered. “Don’t worry, Boss. I’d never.” He winked at her. “We’re gonna make an awesome team, Julie.” And then he turned and bounded down the corridor to where his friends were waiting for him. There was a fucking spring to his step.

Julie let out another groan, annoyed. Luke wouldn't put in any effort into this project. He never did. She rolled her eyes as she turned to her locker again.

However, when she opened her locker again, she couldn’t help the smile that crept on her lips.

For once, the universe was working in her favor.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #happy juke jeudi!#jukebox

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sacr3d-joeyxx · 2 months

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Overcoming Demons

Joey x Fem!Reader

Request from: iminlovewithmycarrrr

*Could you do a Joey jordison x reader where the reader is a vocalist and guitarist for a black metal band (she can scream and sing very well) and her band keeps playing the same gigs as slipknot and he just gets obsessed with the way she performs. The guys all tell Joey to ask her out*

Quinn’s POV

The crowd went wild as we performed our last song.. I said thank you and that it was a joy playing for Des Moines, Iowa. We as Ritualistic Suicide was done for the night. I was in love with the sound of encores and some occasional ‘I love you’.

It wasn’t hard to perform but it did come with its massive drawbacks, well just for me of course..Having to scream but also having to balance it with singing was hard. I got into black metal at the ripe age of 19 and I was sold when I heard the screams it was a form of art to me. Screaming is what I wanted to do nothing else but when we had to kick out the guitarist for getting arrested because of drugs but let’s get this straight there’s nothing wrong with doing drugs in this band but when we started to actually get gigs and record deals we all went cold turkey; well except him and he started to get involved with the law and then we all knew that the dude just simply had to go. I then took his spot after that. It sucked mostly because he named the band but it was whatever. So my job was now vocals and guitar…not impossible but it was in the beginning. I just had to learn differently, it took a lot of practice but it worked!

This time the black blood came out at the right time, it actually came out! It goes with our new single called ‘Homicide’ which ends with us covered in fake blood by it coming out near our eyes, mouths, ears and hands while playing. It’s kinda hard to explain how it works but anywhere you have tubing on your face you cover it with black face paint to balance it out; the tubes are a solid black color and it’s mechanically released with a push button that someone pushes backstage for us. It makes us look like we’re performing a sacrifice..I guess.. but a couple of drawbacks is it stains your skin like no other.. the other is getting it off your equipment..you see I have a pure white guitar, our bassist has a blood red one…you leave it on too long..well it’s fucking over..

Honestly I’d say the best part of this whole thing is a couple of things actually, first one is seeing the crowd; the way they listen to the music and move with the rhythm is a fish out of water experience. The second one is hearing our music on the radio or it getting mentioned in any form of media. Lastly getting all our cosmetics on, no black metal band is allowed to preform without it; well you can it’s just frowned upon in this profession. It’s funny seeing your closet friend’s faces in basically all white. You think you’re in a dream or something when you first start to put it on.

The best part about doing the makeup is the designs, most of the white face paint ends up in my hair by the end of the show, I look 50+ years older when I step off the stage. It comes out..kinda but it’s still going to be there for a couple of weeks..You’ll find white spots on your skin where you thought it was gone. It hides our face I guess but not really.. the band that almost always plays after us, especially when it’s a gig that could be a mix of all sorts of bands. They wear masks and red jumpsuits..crazy how much they look like a band in them. They are called Slipknot but I don’t know much about them really except for the band having nine people. I mean we have five people but nine is way too much yet they make it work.

Honestly they really intimidating, like they could all definitely be serial killers.. but they are the way they are for reasons. I’m taller than their drummer..he’s gotta be 5’3 or something. I’m 5’10..but there’s nothing wrong with short kings. I do think he’s kinda funny though, he’s just a mass of passion and speed. You could obviously tell when he plays that he enjoys what he does.

Any second now our drummer is gonna need my help to get the kick drum get in the case. The stage was already set and what not when we got there but literally 2 hours before opening Cam did something to it and just didn’t sound right anymore. Lucky for us I told him to pack an extra..of course he did but it’s fucking funny how the kick drum couldn’t survive a practice session.. nonetheless we fixed it just in time.

“Quinn! I need help..the kick drum..I can’t get it in the case!”

Bingo, like fucking clock work. I chuckled to myself as I walked over there and looked how it was placed in the case.

“Well, no shit..if you haven’t noticed.. you forgot to fold in the foam in the corner on the right..just tuck it back in”

He looked at me then itched his head, and went to go fix it before closing it and giving me a thumbs up..I rolled my eyes and turned to walk offstage..Now I had to find three others, it won’t be hard because they are in one of three places. The green-room, signings, or loading things on the bus. Normally we’d do signings but last time we did that someone brought a human skull..nothing wrong with that but none of us wanted to deface someone’s mom. So they’re not doing that…honestly I’m going go to go with the green-room; Declan, Mex, and Juz are all fat..not really but they have a tendency to stuff their faces with food after a performance like that.

I hope I’m not scarring any ‘normal person’ in my adventure to find the three stooges, but I probably will..It appears to always happen.

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Joey’s POV

She looked like a god..an immortal god…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what she does to me. The makeup, her clothes, her hair.. she looked perfect..to me at least..I don’t think she’ll look my way..she’d have to look down as well..

I can’t remember how many times I’ve been doing the same gigs as them but it’s obvious that it’s on purpose. All of my band mates keep telling me to talk to her..I wish it was easy as that but I’m intimidated by her..she’s gotta be 6’1 and on top of that she’s in platforms..I have balls with certain things but women scare me..fucking weird how that works..your attracted to them but scared shitless of them.

Maybe I should go talk to her..fuck it…she had a great show and I should tell her..fuck it!

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Quinn’s POV

I brushed my hair out of my face and now knew why I didn’t see him..it’s cause he’s were fucking short.. but what’s funnier about this is that he’s wearing a bright red jumpsuit.

“Woah! Sorry man!”

“You’re good..I kinda was looking for you”

“Really? What do you need from me?”

“Just wanted to talk about how you preformed out there..”

“Oh..thank you! It was definitely up there with one of our first shows..mainly because it all went according to schedule…”

“You’re welcome..-“

“So sorry for cutting you off but I’ve gotta get going to find my mates, you can come along if you want..your set isn’t until 8:00pm and it’s 6:21pm now..”

“Uhhh-sure I’ve got time..”

“Cool..uhh just try and keep up, I’ve got long legs.. y’know..”

I walk fast, mean I don’t have a choice really I’ve given such long legs.. but they get longer in platforms..I turned the corner and looked at the wall with the little sign pointing left saying the green-room was that way…I looked back and the guy was still keeping up with me. Honestly he was probably sweating bullets under everything he was wearing, I would be too. I stopped before looking at the doors..bingo, found it. I looked back at him and he gave me a thumbs up..

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Joey’s POV

God..I honestly think she knows that I’m crazy about her..fuck..the things I would do to her..the bright white stage makeup with the black blood was still wet..her hands were covered in it. It looked like tree roots as it patterned up her wrists and eventually her arms. The messy jet black hair..covered in white makeup..I’m fucking obsessed with this woman..and she has to know..

“So.. you single…?”

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Quinn’s POV

I whipped my head around to him, I go wide-eyed while looking at him..I don’t know if he’s being serious or he’s just trying to be funny.

“Huh? Why are you asking..you interested?”

“……”

“Hello..I asked you a question?”

“..yeah..I am….”

“Huh..sorry I couldn’t hear you..”

“…..”

“Yeah, I am”

“You’re not like fucking with me are you?”

“….no?”

Oh so he’s actually being real..uh I don’t know what to do here I barely know him..should I give him my number.. shit I don’t know. This could be a set up from his band or mine..but I know mine wouldn’t fuck with me like this…they don’t have big enough balls to do so. He honestly doesn’t seem bad from what I can tell but he looks like he’s about to pass out from the stress of this situation..fidgety little guy..picking at his fingernails while waiting for my response.

“You’re one hundred percent positive?”

“Yes, I’m one hundred fucking percent positive..it’s a serious question..that I would like to know the answer to”

I could give him my number, I don’t have a piece of paper though.. but I happen to have a sharpie..

“Come here real quick..”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled at a sharpie as he made his way over here, I looked at him and smiled softly.

“Takes some balls to say that, y’know?”

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Joey’s POV

Okay..she took it well..maybe she’ll give me her number..oh wait she telling me to go to her..the hell is she doing digging in her back pocket..oh wait it’s a sharpie..fuck I don’t have any paper she can use..

“So..has this ever worked before?”

“Not really..I don’t don’t talk to them if I’m interested in them..they are scary..”

“Give me your hand real quick..hopefully it doesn’t rub off during your gig..”

I gave her my hand and she held it was she wrote her name and number on my hand..her hand was cold like a corpse..but who cares? I could see her looking at my chipped black fingernail polish..I looked up at her and we locked eyes for a moment.. the world went quiet and it felt like it stopped spinning..

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Quinn’s POV

I wrote my name and number on his hand and then looked at his nail polish that was black and in the process of chipping. I looked up at him and we locked eyes for a moment.. I felt the world stop I knew he did too.

“Thanks….Quinn..”

“You’re quite welcome”

“I’m going to head back now..”

“Okay..after your set come find me if we’re still here..if not then use my number.. answer it eventually”

I sighed softly as he began to walked away, I knew his gig was going to be a lot longer than ours was..they had a bigger fan base than we did but it’s whatever. I either had the choice to stay here another night or wait for him to text me.

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Joey’s POV

Fucking hell..wow I actually have her number and seems like she didn’t just give a fake one either. Okay..okay!! I guess that’s a win for me..

#joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan #paul gray #on my knees #oneshot #short story #oc #slipknot

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