#to a point where one day a manager from the office yelled ‘We know you like McDonald’s!’

[whimsyprinx]

I truly don’t think there’s anyone in the world who loves twilight more than my ex coworker who did the following: would buy the twilight movies when we got them in stock even though she already had the full collectors box set and like several other copies, owned all the books and I’m p sure variations of the books, her entire room was twilight themed, the decor and her blankets, everything, her bag and the accessories were twilight themed, the jewelry she wore was twilight merch or like copies of jewelry in the series, if it got quiet and slow enough for conversation then she would usually be talking about twilight, im forgetting things like this doesn’t cover the full extend of how obsessed she is

#whimsy whispers #we worked at a dollar tree #and we didn’t get a lot of like movies like twilight in and when we did she would go ‘I need it’ and I’d have to be like ‘you literally own #several copies already though..’. #my other coworker was obsessed with mcdonalds and hed always be talking about it to customers #to a point where one day a manager from the office yelled ‘We know you like McDonald’s!’ #ofc im not immune from the overtalking about whatever I like atm #I was literally at my register maming bracelets all the time #the store was a mess the employees were weirdos (im counting myself in this statement) #her

[guccixstyless]

Secrets

Pairing: Ryu Shi-Oh x Reader

Word Count: 1058 words

A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus, currently I'm obsessed with Ryu Shi-Oh, well Byeon Woo-Seok in general, so here's a lil one shot of his character. Also its been a minute, so I apologize if the writing seems rushed.

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The loud sound of alarm wakes up Y/N, she groans waking up and turns off the alarm before turning beside her to see Shio sleeping peacefully. Oh how she loves seeing him asleep, he looks like a baby. She wishes she could protect him from all the stress he faces in his office, she knows how pure his heart was and how genuine his love was for her. She starts to wake him up gently by peppering light kisses all over Shio's face.

"Mhm... babe let me sleep," Shio mumbled sleepily.

"Wake up sunshine, you will be late for the office," she replied.

Reluctantly he opens his eyes and once he adjusts his eyes to sunlight he smiles at his lover. His dimples on display.

"Good morning," he smiles fondly at her.

"Good morning, lets have breakfast together," she suggests.

He looks at his phone that was on the bedside table and complains about how he is running late, "but we will have a dinner date tonight," he takes her hands and kisses sheepishly.

"Okay fine," she sighs, "but baby I'm worried about your health."

"I'm fine, I promise," he replies before going to shower.

She went downstairs and goes to the kitchen and makes herself a cup of coffee. She hears footsteps Shio's hurried footsteps after a while, while she was making a toast.

A smile tugged in her face as she felt Shio's arm snake around her waist. She turned around and felt his lips on her, a gentle yet passionate kiss was shared.

"I'm leaving, see you tonight darling," Shio smiled.

"Can't wait, I love you," she smiled.

"I love you more," he smiled and kissed her quickly before rushing towards the door.

-

Shio felt anger bubbling when he learned that one of the jackets were missing. His day was going awful and all he did since morning was yell at everyone. Everything is frustrating and he was on the verge of breaking down.

He also had to attend meetings and was trying to figure out what to do with the missing jacket situation. He will be working late by the looks of it, he sighed and continued working stressfully, completely forgetting to inform Y/N about rescheduling the dinner date.

-

Y/N kept waiting for Shio to call, she got all dolled up and since he was taking her out and didn't say where yet so she waited till Shio could pick her up.

Shio was supposed to be home by 7pm, it was nearing 9pm, she got worried and tried to call Shio multiple times but every call went straight to voicemail. At this point she wasn't even worried about missing date, she was extremely concerned about his whereabouts. She called Shio's manager and got to know Shio was staying late because of an urgent matter.

She understood his situation and felt bad for him. Her poor baby love was so stressed, she decided she wanted to go surprise him at the office by bringing him some food as well. She knows how much he overworks and how he tends to forget to eat when stressed.

She called an Uber and made a stop at his favorite chinese takeout place and got his favorite items, then she proceeded to go to his office. She checked the time, it was 10pm by the time she reached Doogo headquarters.

She was greeted by his assistant, the office was empty and dimly lit, and only his bodyguards and assistant were there. She went inside his office room, as soon as she entered she felt chills run down on her spine. Shio looked different, he looked paler than usual and as she got closer, she could see his veins- long and darker- she made eye contact with him. He had this fierce look and she saw his hands were in a fist.

"Don't come closer," he said lowly, the voice itself was something she never heard before.

He went outside taking long steps. She was horrified, she never saw him in this demeanor. She started to think what was happening, she couldn't figure out what made him act like this, and what was with those veins?

He came back after half an hour, while she was lost in her thoughts. She snapped back into reality and observed his movements, he quickly went to his office table and drank a blue liquid, he then turned his back away from her and it looked like he took a deep breathe before turning towards her.

She was seated in one of the sofas placed in the middle of the room, he quickly came towards her and knelt before her, she slightly flinched. Shio felt hurt... was she scared of him?

"What are you doing here, love?" Shio asked softly, "how did you get here?"

"I-i took an Uber, brought food for you," she replied.

"Uber?! Don't you know how dangerous it is to travel late at night?" he slightly raised his voice, he was always so overprotective of her.

She closed her eyes, slightly scared, considering his early behavior.

"Hey, hey, look at me, what's wrong babe?" he asked.

"Nothing, I'm sorry I came, I'll just go," she said starting to get up.

"Wait no," he stopped her from getting up.

"Why are you acting like this?" he gulped.

At this statement she got angry, she shoved him away before saying, "are you just gonna pretend now that you didn't act weirdly when I entered? What was that? Where did you go for 30 minutes and why was your veins popping?"

Shio sighed before trying to take her hands, "baby calm down, I can explain."

"You better explain," she huffed.

"Please can I explain later? I'm just too tired now, it was a long day," Shio begged.

"What are you hiding, Shio?"

"Please trust me, its better if you not know."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't want to lose you, I cannot lose you," he sobbed.

"Shio, you're scaring me, what's going on?" she argued.

"Please just let it slide, I will tell you when I'm ready," he cried.

"You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME, OKAY? THEY ALL DO, IF I TELL YOU YOU WILL JUST LEAVE!" He snapped.

"Wh-what?"

"I'm involved in mafia...."

PART TWO

Link to another fluff Ryu Shio Story

#ryu shi oh #ryu si oh #ryu shi oh angst #ryu shi oh imagine #byeon woo seok #strong girl nam soon #ryu shi-oh

[runningthroughthegarden]

you were never mine

summary: you absolutely hated your coostar. a fake relationship was something you never expected. now that it's begun you have no idea where it will take you.

a/n: a very quick intro to a new story!! had to write it while i was motivated lol

you hated jack champion.

and not in a teasing friendship way. there was such a burning hatred for everything he did. of course, you couldn't explain it, it was just a feeling. a feeling you couldn't set aside and ignore.

ever since filming began you had made it a point to stay out of his line. unfortunately for you, your characters were slow developing love interests. you just had to remind yourself that this was nothing more than your job, a task you had to complete.

so while your character was in love with ethan landry, you hated jack champion.

as filming was coming to a slow end, the whole crew was preparing goodbyes. of course you still had the press tour left, but it was bittersweet to be leaving the set that had become home.

packing up your things from your trailer, your set assistant called you in to talk to some PR people. you thought nothing of it, half expecting to go over interview schedules and premieres. that thought was hurled out the window when you saw an all too familiar curly headed boy sitting in the next open seat. saying a silent prayer you plop down onto the seat next to him.

"y/l/n"

"champion"

no gaze exchanged, the usual uncomfortable tension arose.

"so we called you guys in today to go over some marketing moves we have planned." says the PR manager.

"as we all know, your characters are love interests which we think the fans are absolutely going to love. what we think they'll love even more is if their onscreen favorites were offscreen lovers." they explain.

you and jack sit there, no words, no glances, no expressions.

"what this means is that you two will make a couple public experiences. y'know the usual pda, hand holding, hugging, longing stares. which let me tell you, you two look absolutely ecstatic to do!" they laugh, trying to somewhat cut the tension.

as their words finally hit you, you and jack turn to each other.

"there's no way i'm doing that with him!"

"there's no way i'm doing that with her!"

"look i know this isn't an ideal situation for either of you. but we all believe this would really help sell your characters and create a buzz for this movie. just put it this way, complete this one last task, and you never have to see each other again. ever." they finish.

silently muttering agreements, the two of you exit the office ready to part ways. you can already feel anger boiling over so you try to leave as fast as possible.

"$20 bucks says you'll fall in love with me" jack teases leaning against the wall.

"in your dreams champion." you reply feeling pure annoyance.

"don't be too sure of yourself" he replies, just inches from your face.

pulling away, he walks away laughing.

your left to huff in annoyance and go back to packing up your trailer.

-

finishing up for the day you begin gathering your things. closing the door behind you, you shriek slamming into something. pulling away, its non other than your least favorite person. ever.

"jesus, champion what's your deal" you ask, catching your breath.

"the PR manager said i have to start getting to know you." he huffs.

"oh my god" you reply, tilting your head back.

"look i don't want to do any of this just as much as you do but god can you please make this process slightly more bearable." he asks.

you stand there pondering for a moment.

"no thank you!" you reply, cheerfully walking away.

"y/n!! cmon lets just get this over with." he pleads, pulling you towards his car.

"fine fine!! jeez"

getting into the seat of his car, jack starts the engine.

"hello?? its locked!!" you slightly yell.

"oh. is it really??" he questions.

"this was your idea please just open the door"

"just cause it was my idea doesn't mean i don't get to have a little fun" he smirks.

finally opening the door, you buckle yourself in. finding a pack of cds on the floor you start flipping through it.

"who even still uses cds" you question.

"i do. be careful with those." his mood instantly turning annoyed again.

"you have shitty music taste" you comment.

"and you're just shitty" he replies.

simply rolling your eyes at the comment you finally find a cd you like. popping it into the car you immediately skip to your favorite song on the album. head over heels by tears for fears slowly starts playing.

"i hate this song"

"yeah well it's your cd"

turning to the window, you start mouthing the lyrics to the song. jack starts tapping the beat against the steering wheel. a slight smile spreading on both your faces.

in an environment of pure hatred, something else was growing.

a/n: quick blurb of a beginning of a story :) requests are open!

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream #scream vi

[blood-grove]

— school fights

— dad!ghoap & reader scenario based off my fics here :3

— tws; ofc fighting mentions, injuries , annoying adult (principal)

a/n; this isnt a chapter to odd adjustments just a scenario so pls dont treat this as a next chapter !

Fuck Fuck Fuckkk.

I was so fucking screwed.

But honestly the kid deserved it.

God my fist hurt so damn bad, I just tried rubbing it despite the fact I'm pretty sure I bruised my knuckles pretty badly.

Managed to sock him in the face though god damn it hurt.

I've never really gotten into fights much barely at all really, and it's been good at this school so far.

All into this one fucking kid decided to start fucking up your day for two weeks straight, You didn't even know what you did to cause this.

You weren't the tallest person either which also didn't help your situation Nearly comically shoved in the locker, Always having to quickly rush to your next class just in case the long open hallway would flood and stop up with foot traffic.

The relentless harassment, and the honestly uncreative insults thrown at you.

You just snapped.

John had packed me lunch usually I didn't ask since honestly I never got used to asking for things I felt everything they've gave me so far was enough, I didn't want to be spoiled even though there was a nagging voice saying I wasn't being spoiled.

This sort of parental affection made me feel spoiled, Made me feel like I almost had too much.

The principals voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Are you listening?!"

No.

"Yes.."

"I've already called both of your parents both of your behaviors were inexcusable- And you? Biting one of your classmates?!"

I slightly flinched.

Yeah I did bite them.

But that was also deserved, I hated this school's stupid no-tolerance policy, Nearly the whole class was there saw it.

They all saw him dump that milk carton on my head my hair still damp, I tried to just walk away but being shoved onto the ground was my final straw as I punched him, and then we were both on the floor he was bigger than me and obviously, And I wasn't made for fighting he had landed a few more hits on me than I had on him.

So I bit him.

Hard.

Then the teachers finally got in threw the small crowd of students and pulled us apart.

"What are you some kind of dog? Do your parents teach you nothing?"

I just stayed silent gripping my pants leg as avoided eye contact, Why was I getting torn into for self-defense? Her shrill voice was getting on my nerves at this point getting to them bad.

I doubted things would go any better if I completely shut down, But eventually, she let up on me and went over to the teary-eyed boy no doubt from my bite of just to gain sympathy I couldn't care.

I just pulled my legs to my chest as he chewed on my lip focused on the ground.

This discussion was just hell, I wanted to throw up, yell, and vomit all once.

We both were getting suspended for a week, You would be put in sperate classes as if that was going to stop any other interaction from happening.

And you were supposed fucking apologize?.

"What?" I spoke up finally as the principal looked over at me Simon looked over at me as well had luckily arrived before the other kids' parent came which would have basically felt like my doom feeling like they were just going to gang up on me and guilt me till he came.

"You bit another student-"

"He dumped milk on me he's been fucking with me for two weeks!"

"Watch your language-"

"I-" I stopped as Simon slightly glanced over at me and I just gave up at that point as I bit my lip nearly crumbling up the apology paper I was given.

I was sniffling quietly by the time we left the office.

"Wait here." Simon finally said something as he headed back into the office leaving me to sit down on a nearby bench as I sniffled tears streaming down my face.

Simon came back out a few minutes later.

"Where's the paper?" Simon looked over at me as I handed him the paper as he just ripped it up tossing it into the trash.

"Why'd you do that?-"

"Do you want to go get ice cream?"

"..Yeah."

"Ow"

"Sorry.." Simon mumbled as he wrapped up my bruised knuckles and hand, My other holding my ice cream cone.

"Well get it wrapped up in ice at home.." I just nodded as he shifted getting up from his crouched position and picking up his own cup of ice cream.

He sat back down and we sat in silince for a while as we ate out ice cream.

"..Are you upset?"

He glanced over at me.

"Yes."

"I-"

"For not telling us you were being bullied."

"Well..I..I just thought.." I just sighed I went quiet looking away I could hear him shift taking another spoonful of ice cream.

"..If it happens again tell me.." I looked over at him as he shifted.

"You don't have to write that apology letter.."

"W-Well you ripped it up so..Yeah I thought so.."

"I'm going to the gym tomorrow.."

He paused as he shifted as he got up to throw away his ice cream cup.

"I want you too come."

"I-..Why..?"

"So I can teach you how to punch someone properly."

a/n; idk what to put here so this is it lmao

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #dad simon riley #reader #simon riley #child reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #cod

[garbinge]

Rescued

Jax Teller x F!Reader From these August Prompts: "Have a drink, relax." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Rescued Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write, young and fun Jax is my favorite lol. Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angst, flirting, cursing, Unsers nickname lol, drinking. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The popping of your tire was the cherry on top of a shitty trip but when it caused you to lose control of the wheel and smash into the speed limit sign, that was the boiling point for you. Luckily, you weren’t too injured, the airbag managed to leave a cut on your face somehow and now on top of a fucked up car, you had a bruised face and ego. You had been traveling for hours, just trying to make it back home and everything was going left. Calling the operator was infuriating, all of the numbers you had to press just to get to speak to someone only for them to transfer you to someone else in the Charming operating department.

“I’m looking for someone to tow my fuckin’ car.” The tone you took was one of little patience. 

“Well it’s a good thing you called the fuckin’ auto shop.” A voice with humor spoke on the other line. 

“This a mechanic?” You said taken back. “Sorry, I’ve been playing tag with like 3 different operators.” 

“Don’t worry about it, doesn’t make the top 5 of mean ass customers I’ve talked with.” The man on the line spoke. “So, you need a tow? You got a location?” 

“Uh,” You looked around for a street sign, any landmarks to give an idea where you were when your eyes landed on the green reflective light. “Just off the West Side Freeway, Rt 5.” 

“Alright, I’ll send the tow, gonna be $80.” 

“Ofcourse it is.” You sighed and closed your eyes as the day continued to shit on you. 

“We can workout a payment pl–” The voice was slightly concerned on the other line. 

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m good for it, it’s just the idea that I’m about to drain it all from my wallet.” 

The man on the other line let out a laugh. “We’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

You thought you were lucky enough that the cops didn’t show up but they were right in front of the tow truck. The older officer was stepping out of the car before the tow truck even parked. 

“Everyone alright?” The man spoke up, as he got closer you saw the name engraved on below his badge. Unser. 

“It was just me, I’m alright. Popped my tired on the highway and the wheel decided to shake out on me.” You pointed to the ending of the story where your car sat plowed over the metal pole and sign. 

“Your uh– you got a little banged up.” He pointed to his face where the cut on yours was. “You sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance or an EMT to check it out?” 

“I’m okay, officer. I really just want to get my car out of here and fixed.” As you spoke you pointed to the tow truck and the long blond haired man who was approaching from the truck. 

Unser turned around and nodded to the man. “Jax.” 

“Uncle Touchy.” Jax’s smile was from ear to ear as he walked past him and directly to you and your car. 

“Hey I’m Jax.” The man nodded at you, keeping his smile the same until it fell a little as he took in your face. 

At first, you thought maybe he was concerned with the cut on your face but his next sentence disproved that theory. 

“I know you? You look familiar.” He said the frown deepening now. 

“I’m not really from around here, so I don’t think so.” You weren’t really trying to go back and forth right now, your main objective was to just get the fuck out of here. That was until it hit you who he was. “Oh shit, you’re–”

“From the truck stop.” His smile grew back on his face. 

“You’re all out of coffee.” Your annoyed voice was yelling out over the front counter of the convenient store down to the cashier who had already checked out.

“Then we’re all out!” The worker didn’t even bother to look at you while he dismissed you. 

“This place is literally called Coffee and Go. That’s what I want to do. Get my coffee and go.” You spoke like it was obvious, which to your point, it kind of was. 

Just as the cashier was about to yell back at you, now looking at you fully the person at the register stepped towards you. “Here, take mine, I should cut back on the caffeine anyways.” 

Your eyes moved down from his young, handsome face to his hand that was extending out the coffee. That’s when your eyes saw the vest resting over his flannel, Sons of Anarchy, Vice President. 

“I didn’t drink from it yet, it’s just got a little sugar in it but besides that it’s just regular black coffee.” 

“You don’t need to do that.” You shook your head trying to dismiss the man’s generosity. 

“I know but if I don’t, I think you’re going to kill that guy.” He leaned in to whisper to you. “And I don’t really want to be pulled in as a witness.” 

“What can I say, I’m a bit of an unruly character without my caffeine.” You reached out to take the coffee. “I’ve been on the road for a while, thank you.” You genuinely said. 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

“I didn’t recognize you without the–” You shrugged your shoulders and brought your hands up to mimic holding the vest. 

Jax let out a laugh. “Traded it in for the work shirt for the next 5 hours. Didn’t recognize you with the–” He pointed to his face similarly to the officer before but in more of a mimicking way since you had mocked his kutte. 

“Guess we both went through a few changes since the morning.” You rolled your eyes. 

Small town charm. That’s what this was, everyone knew everyone, people were chatty. As you pulled into the automotive shop you turned to see the line of bikes along the wall and the large reaper over the building diagonal from the garages. Maybe this was a different small town charm than you had thought. 

You had lost track of your conversation with Jax as you stared at the bikers walking around. 

“Never seen an M.C. before?” His voice cut through your thoughts. 

“More like I know them too well.” You mumbled not expecting any reply from him but the confused look on his face was begging for more information as he placed the tow in park. 

“My mom, years ago, was a member of Hell Babes before they patched over into Rebel Supply. It was a Women’s Motorcycle Collective so, probably a little different than this.” You pointed out the truck window and looked back at Jax who was a little surprised to hear the story from you. 

“Or a lot of the same.” Jax’s eyebrows raised. 

“We’ll never know that will we?” You raised your eyebrows back at him. The confused look filled Jax’s face again as he frowned at your statement before taking the keys out of the ignition. “You’re never gonna tell me the reapers' ways of working and I’m not going to tell you anything about the Rebels.” 

“Yea, it’s a lot of the same.” Jax smiled at you. “Let me give the guys the keys so they can start working on an estimate for you.” 

You stood in the middle of the lot, waiting for Jax to come back, taking in the details on each of the bikes, it was bringing back a lot of memories for you, good and bad. Luckily you didn’t get too far down memory lane before Jax was back next to you, now with his kutte over his work shirt. 

“Come on, it’s gonna be a minute.” He guided you towards the tall black building that had the MC logo plastered everywhere on it. 

As you stepped into what you assumed to be the clubhouse the smell of cigars and alcohol filled your nose. It was definitely extremely different from what the Women’s Collective had as their stomping grounds, but what did you expect when it was a bunch of middle aged men in the middle of bumfuck California. 

“Have a drink, relax.” Jax was calling out from the bar as he poured you a beer. 

“The cop gonna come back and DUI test me?” You made yourself comfortable at the bar. 

“Nah, Unser’s cool.” Jax smirked like he expected you to know what that meant in terms of the club.

“Uncle Touchy, you mean?” You asked in hopes for some explanation to the nickname that wouldn’t make you sick to your stomach. 

“It’s just a joke, pisses him off, there’s no rhyme or reason behind it, don’t worry.” Jax laughed, taking a sip of his own beer. 

“This is the second drink you’ve bought me today.” The glass raised to cheers him before you took a sip yourself. The cold beer was like medicine to your aching body, the cold chill relaxed you from not only the accident but the week you were having. 

“Call it fate.” He chuckled. 

“Call it Teller-Morrow Towing.” You rebutted. 

“Speaking of, I thought the coffee was supposed to dial down the unruliness.” 

“Only managed to have half the cup before my tire popped, not enough to keep the unruliness at bay.” 

The two of you continued talking, chatting about your parents and clubs, but still managing to keep pretty much every detail a secret as you talked. Topics changed and there was never an awkward lull or search for another thing to bring up, things just came up naturally, where you grew up, your favorite places to travel, the fact that you stopped riding years ago and how Jax could never give it up, what you were doing coming through Charming. 

It was crazy that an hour had already passed when one of the mechanics had stepped into the clubhouse. 

“Jax! That tow you brought in, estimate is $670 for everything, we can have it done by tomorrow morning, just let us know when to get started!” 

You closed your eyes as you heard the time and price. “That how you let all your customers know the breakdown?” 

“Don’t let most of my customers come in here to wait out their estimate, truthfully.” He grabbed your glass and tossed it in the sink. 

“Let ‘em know to get started.” You stood up ready to retreat out of the clubhouse and figure out your overnight arrangements. 

“Will do, if you want, maybe uh, I can give you that full cup of coffee in the mornin’.” 

He was so smug about asking you that it was obvious what he was saying between the lines. 

“You askin’ me to stay the night, biker boy?” The two of you were now walking down the hallway to the door when Jax grabbed the door above your head and held it open for you. 

“All about the hospitality, baby, and figured it’d be good to caffeinate you in the mornin’ so you’re not unruly to my guys.”  He had a toothpick in his mouth now that was moving around as his tongue played with it. 

“What the gentlemen, Jax.” You crossed your arms before agreeing, what the hell, you were just passing through, right? “Sure, I’ll bite. Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

#Jax Teller #jax teller x reader #Jax Teller x you #Jackson Teller #Soa #Sons of Anarchy #SOA fanfic #soa fanfiction #jax teller fanfic #jax teller fanfiction

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey melody, can I give a request for a reader who's also a gamer and accidentally ignores or forget about the boys for a bit. Can it have a little angst from the boys because they want her attention. Alot of fluff though please. If you can not that's totally OK, I understand <33

Hi babes, thanks for being patient with this one. I felt like this one would work best as a headcanon for each one so I set it up that way. I’m glad you asked me for this one, I’m a gamer too!

SFW, fluffiness, angst, talks about hyperfixation, reader is a little cold to the boys at times.

Word Count: 948

The latest game just dropped. The one you’ve been going on about for ages, and you’re posted up in the living room. You’ve got your favorite snacks, your favorite drinks, and you even managed to somehow get some time off of work and you planned to spend it right there, controller in hand. Nothing else mattered.

Marc

Marc, at first is intrigued by the game, he’s probably going to watch and ask questions.

He asks things like: “What’s that one's name?” And “Why does her hair look like that?”

At some point on the first day, Marc walks away and you don’t even notice. He murmured something, asking if you were going to eat anything other than chips to which you mumble incoherently and continue playing your game.

It’s 2am, Marc is waking up and you’re not in bed. He goes to the living room where you are still staring at the screen, dark circles surrounding your eyes. He wonders if you’ve even blinked.

Oh thank goodness, he thinks when you finally do blink.

“Come on baby, let’s go to bed.”

You don’t go to bed.

Marc would never admit that he was jealous of a video game, but he certainly starts showing it.

Little things start happening like your controller mysteriously going missing or Marc conveniently planning things to do with you that keep your attention off of your game.

It doesn’t matter though, the second you get back home, you’re playing it, and your attention is off of him again.

It starts with his arms wrapped around your torso and chin on your shoulder. You wriggle a little to try and nudge him off.

“Marc, babe if you don’t get off me I’m going to die and if I die I’ll-“

You died.

“Oh damn, sorry baby that really sucks.”

If looks could kill, Marc was dead.

You and Marc find a happy medium. Sometimes you’re sitting with either your back against his chest, on the couch so he could get SOME sort of physical affection - OR - He’s laying with his head in your lap while you click away on your controller.

He’s really happy when you either finish or get bored of the game you’re playing.

Steven

Steven loves when you both have hobbies that you like. He likes parallel play for sure.

As someone with a lot of his own hobbies, he likes that he can read a book or do some research on an interest he acquired without interruption.

That is until you jump him every time you yell after you’ve died.

At one point he slams his glasses on the table in frustration because he can’t focus on what he’s reading.

He stands in front of the screen and just furrows his brow at you. You try looking around him but you can’t see anything. You’re pissed.

“Steven, fucking move.” You say in frustration.

“No, I’m not movin’ until you look at me. We need to chat.”

In a huff you drop the controller on the floor, “what?”

“Darling, you know I don’t mind if you have your hobbies, but if you’re going to start being so noisy, you’re gonna have to stop.”

The argument ends with Steven upstairs in the office having a pair of headphones in so he doesn’t have to hear you shouting at the television.

Steven, being the touch-starved man he is, has a hard time falling asleep without you there.

The first few nights he’s okay, but after a week of you crawling into bed at 5am after an all night gaming binge, he can’t take it anymore. He starts begging you to come to bed a little earlier.

You try, but it’s difficult.

Steven will start playing the game with you and at first you’re excited, until you see how terrible he is at it.

You settle for playing the game less just so you he doesn’t feel obligated to play with you.

(And yes reader apologizes, I know I made reader a little mean in this one but if you’ve ever hyperfixated on something then YOU KNOW)

Jake

Jake loves that you have something to do that you like. The look on your face when you’re doing something that brings you such joy has no comparison. It’s when you give him an attitude that he has an issue.

The first time it happens he brushes it off, thinking it’s just “new game” excitement.

After a week of you being emotionally distant and a little cold toward him, he’s had enough and he doesn’t blink at the idea of unplugging your console.

Red…you only see red.

“Jake Lockley what the fuck did you just do?”

“Bebita, you spend too much time playing this game, and not enough time with me.”

“Jake I’m allowed to have hobbies, if couples spend all their time together then they get sick of each other. It’s a fact.” You tried to walk behind him to plug the system back in but he stopped you easily.

“I understand hermosa, the problem is that I never see you these days.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, I am just really into this game and it’s all I want to do. I can’t help it,” you were trying to explain hyperfixation in a way he could understand. “It doesn’t mean I care about you any less I promise.”

Jake cupped your cheeks, “ok, tell you what, I’m going to come up with my own little game, and if you can play by my rules…then I’ll let you play your game.”

Jake’s little game does, in fact, have you tied up in the bedroom begging for release while he teases you relentlessly.

Jake wins the game.

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[personwhowrites]

Mask Man

Paring: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!reader

Wc: 2k+

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of abuse, drug use and drinking. {cringy pick up lines}

Synopsis: A night at a bar turns into a blooming friendship..

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You take a long sip of your drink. It was normal for you to drink until you couldn’t stand. It was a normal day at the bar for you, it always has been after a long hard day at the office. You hear the door open again, ether someone was leaving or just now entering. You stare at the cup that once held your final shot.

“Miss.. I think you should go home..” The bartender mumbled. “Navy and Military people are arriving and it can become very busy and loud.”

“.. I know.. I just don’t feel like going home..” You respond look at the glass cup. “..Found him in bed with her..in our bed..”

“..Here..” they say pouring another shot. “On the house..”

“Thanks..” you say taking it and laying your head down. “..Jesus what time is it?”

“About to be one in the morning.” He responds looking at you. “Maybe you go rest in the corner, no one should bother you there.”

You nod and get up, stumbling to your feet. You grab onto the side of the bar and shake your head. You definitely went over your limit this time. As you make your way to the corner you hear a group come in. The bar goes silent as they sit down and you sit down in the corner with your head down.

“..Jesus I have work tomorrow..” you mumble covering your head. “..My boss is gonna kill me..”

“Hey sweetie..” Someone says sitting next to you. “Why don’t we leave this place and go somewhere else.”

“I’m married..” You respond not looking up. “..So you can go scram.”

“Where’s the ring?” They ask placing their arm around you. “Come on..I’ll help you.”

“I said I’m fine..” you lift your head up and push the person away from you. “..So go hit on someone else.”

They stare at you and scoff, you watch as they walk away. You couldn’t really care less, but they did have a point. Where is the ring..you bit your lip as you close your eyes.

—

“Y/n!” Your husband called out for from the bedroom. “Wait! I can explain we.. I.. we didn’t do anything!”

“The hell you didn’t Brian!” You yell back grabbing the car keys. “I want you out my house by tonight! If you don’t fucking leave I will call the police.”

Brian rushes out the bedroom with his boxers on and looks at you. He sees the pain in your eyes, voice and body.

“Y/n we talk about this..” he says grabbing the keys away from you. “We can work this out..”

“Work.. this out?! You’re sleeping with your god damn boss!!” You yell taking off the ring. “I want a fucking divorce! That’s final! You can have fucking everything, but you will not take me!”

You grab the keys back from him. He pushes you against the kitchen counter and raises his fist at you. You flinch and tear up, this isn’t the first time you caught him. Nor the first time he has raised his hand at you.

“You listen here bitch!” He yells grabbing your arm. “You follow what I want! You do as you’re fucking told! If you try to divorce me I will ruin your life!”

“You already have! For twelve fucking years!” You say managing to push him away. “Put your hands on me again I will call the police!”

He stares at you anger feeling his body. He slaps you hard across the face making you back away from him. You hold your face and stare at him, you sure felt pain, but legs felt like running so you did. You ran out the house with the keys and your phone. You ran to the car opening the door and locking it quickly after he chase after you.

“Y/n!!” He yelled banging on the car window. “Open the damn car!”

You stare at him starting the car and buckling up. The neighbors walk outside to the yelling. You turn the radio on and put the music up loudly and drive off.

—

“Miss?” Someone says startling you. “You awake?”

You shake your head and nod. It was the bartender and he had a drink in his hand.

“This is from the group over there.” He says softly pointing to the group, it was the man from earlier. “They hope you join their table.”

“Uh.. I’ll deny the drink.. I already had to much..” you say pushing the drink away and getting up. “..excuse me.”

You walk away from him and rush to the bathroom. There he places the drink for you. The man from before goes to the drink and drops something in it. Hoping no one sees what he is doing. He mixes the drink with the straw and goes back to sit down. Moment later you walk out the bathroom and stare at the drink.

“..Bloody hell..” you say picking it up. “..Fuck it..”

You grab the straw only for someone to knock it out your hand. You look at the person that did that. He had a skull ski mask and what seemed to be charcoal around his eyes. He looks at you for a moment too.

“The hell was that!” You say angry and facing your whole body to see him better. “You didn’t have to fucking do that.”

“They spice it.” He hisses at you in a low tone that sent shivers down your spine. “Be fucking thankful.”

“Who the hell are you to tell me shit.” You hiss still shivering from his voice. “I wasn’t gonna actually gonna drink it.”

“Seems to me like you were.” He says annoyed. “Go home.”

“Like hell I will not.” You say sitting back down. “Now can you leave me alone.”

He didn’t listen to you, he sat right across from you. Soon you two stare at each other intensely. He seem to be British.. and in the army. That thought quickly alarmed you and you stare at him more intensely. Was he part of the army?..

“You gonna keep starin’ or ask.” He huffs looking at you. “It’s fuckin’ annoying to watch me.”

“Like you weren’t doing the same skull man.” You say laying your head down on the table. “You part of the navy or..army?”

“Why would you like to know?” He says crossing his arms studying your body language. “But army.”

“The hell are you all doing here in Chicago..” you mumble. “Nothing ever dangerous happens here.”

“Break.” He responds looking over at a table. “..or you can say birthday..”

You turn your head to the table he stares at. There you see three other men talking and laughing. You can’t help it but smile, it’s good to see people have some spirt in their minds. The person notices and looks at you. He seems to see something other can’t.

“How long did he cheat on you.” He says making you turn back to him. “You can’t hide it easily..”

“Fucking hell.. did he send you?” You say sitting up. “I swear that fuck—“

“No one sent me.” He mumbles. “Hold on I’ll be back.”

He gets up and walks to the bartender. You stare at him, he seems to be ordering something. The bartender looks over at you giving you a soft smile. The mask man soon walks over to the table that he looked at before. They look over at you and you look away quickly. The hell is happening? You hear one of them laugh or it could be the laughter of the tv behind your head. You stare at the table again, mind wondering off again.

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Your phone rings as your drive. It was Brian, he was calling you none stop. You don’t reach for it instead you throw it in the backseat and put the music louder. You drive past your work and park at a semi empty parking lot. You turn the car off and take deep breaths as the Phone rings more and more.

“Cops..” you mumble reaching back for your phone. “Come on..”

—

“Lady?” Someone says placing their hand on your shoulder. “You alive?”

You quickly back up from the tough and stare at the person. It was mask man, with two drinks.

“..Uh yeah I’m uh.. dozing off..” you mumble looking down.

He places a drink in front of you and sits back down across dorm you. You stare at the drink and then look at him.

“..don’t worry it’s not spice.” He says taking the cup to his mask. “Just drink..”

He drops his drink on his mask. Forgetting he even had it on. You stare at him a bit shocked and holding back a laugh. He stare at the drink and sets it down.

“…So..” you say holding back a laugh as he just stares at the drink. “..That was something..”

You press your lips against each other and cough. You don’t want to laugh, it’s taking ever ounce of you to hold back the laughter. He notices and groans shaking his head as his shirt soaks up the drink that dropped on his chest. You finally let at a small chuckle and he scoffs.

“I’m sorry that was just..” you say calming yourself down. “I just uh never seen someone forget they have a mask on.”

You shake your head and laugh. It really seem amusing to you but not the man. He sat up and place his arms on the table startling you. He has tattoos on his left arm. A small shiver went for your spine as you stare at his arms. They could definitely crush someone..

“You done starin’” he says looking a you. “..I’m ghost.”

“Ghost? Like a ghost?” You say looking up form his arms. “..That’s uh an interesting name..”

“Code name.” Ghost says looking at you in the eyes. “We get one..in the army. Pretty much anyone gets on..”

“..What does yours mean?” You say looking at the drink. Trying to avoid his eyes. “Seems pretty scary to be named Ghost.”

“..It’s.. a long story.” He mumbles crossing his arms. “Your name?”

“Oh uh.. it’s Y/n..” you say looking down. “That’s all..”

A long silence fills the air between the two of you. He can tell something is off. You stare at the drunk in front of your and grab it. Chugging it down quickly and staring at the empty cup. He remains silent watching you tear up.

“..I uh.. better get going home.” You say standing up. “Nice meeting you.. Ghost?”

He doesn’t respond and just watches you. You make your way to the bartender and take out your wallet.

“How much is it?” You ask them looking at your money.

“On the house Y/n.” They respond looking at you. “Can you even drive?”

“I’m sober enough to talk and walk here. I think I can.” You respond taking out forty-five bucks out your wallet and placing it in the tip jar. “Have a good night!”

You put your wallet away and garb your car keys. The bartender watches you leave and goes back to work. While on the other hand, Ghost watches you get in your car and start the car. Getting up from his seat you drive off.

—

It’s been a couple weeks since you visited the bar. You been so focus packing things and getting a restraining order, lawyers and attorneys. You walk inside to get greeted by the bar tender, he seems that you are happier than the last time he saw you.

“Y/n!” He says with a warming smile. “It’s been a while how is everything.”

You take a seat at the counter and smile. A nice calm smile..

“Better than before..” you say at ease with yourself. “The regular please.”

He nods and serves you a shot. You take it down quickly and smile. He looks at you and hands you the bottle.

“Celebrate miss.” He says with a smile. “Also that mask man been asking about you.”

“What?” You say slightly over filling the glass. “What did you say?”

“I just told him you come here every so often at night.” He cleans a glass and looks at you. “He comes every so often too. Sitting down at the corner, is he a friend?”

“..Uh no.. I barely know them.” You say taking the shot. “..What has he asked?”

“Your name and number.” He responds with a smile. “He seems to like chatting with you.”

“If you call awkward silence chatting..we need to get you out this bar.” You say shaking your head. “Did he show up yesterday..?”

“Mhm..” he responds looking at the cup. “He seem to be in a rush yesterday.”

“He was just here.. for a birthday so..” you mumble. “Well from what he told me.”

“And you say that you didn’t chat with him.” The bartender chuckles and looks at you.

Your cheeks turn red, ether from the drink or embarrassment. You get up and cough.

“Excuse me.” You say rushing to the bathroom.

The door opens to Ghost entering the bar again. He looks around and then at the bartender. He sees a cup in front of him.

“She’s here today.” The bartender responds to his question. “She’s currently in the bathroom.”

Ghost just nods and sits down next to your empty seat. He stares at the seat awaiting for you to come back. After a couple of seconds of him waiting you exit the bathroom wiping your hands lightly on your pants. You look up from your hands as you walk over to your seat to stop dead in your tracks. It was him, he really did look and wait for you.

“Uh.. hi..” you say slightly nervous. “Ghost was it?”

“Mhm..” he nods and stares at you. He sees that you are happier and more calm than the last time he saw you. “..You gonna sit or what?”

You give him a warm nervous smile and sit down.

—

Before you know it your handing the man a napkin with your number. He can’t help it but so often murmure small compliments under his breath each time you laugh at his dumb jokes. The bartender walked over a bit nervous.

“I have to close up you two.” He says softly intruding the conversation. “Y/n you have work tomorrow don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! I do..” you say not taking your eyes of off ghost. “I completely forgot.”

Ghost shook his head as a small gesture of a laugh. You get up and he follows after you. You exit the bar after paying and stand next to your car.

“Thanks.. for the night today.” You say with a drunken smile. “Still can’t believe you forget that you have a mask on.”

“..I wear it often.”. ghost responds. “Y/n.. Uh Im.. leaving tomorrow..”

Your smile soon slightly fades. You stare at him a bit sadden by the news. You just now gotten use by his company.

“I’ll keep in contact with you..” he mumbles. “Promise to come by some time to visit you.”

“..I will really appreciate that Ghost..” You say with a smile. “..I better get going.. do you need a ride?”

“No.. I got my own car.” He says looking at you. His gaze sinking into your eyes. “..later Mrs. Y/n..”

He walks away as you get in your car. He looks back at you with before turning away into a corner of a street and disappearing.

—

“And that’s how I met him!” You say wrapping your arms around Ghost arms. “Ever since we been.. talking and texting..”

“Makes sense why he would leave the room when his phone rang.” Someone says sitting across from the two of you. “You got yourself a handful Y/n.”

“Enough soap..” ghost mumbles looking at you. “..Tell anyone about her I’ll kill you.”

“Ghost!” You say letting go of his arm. “No threats against your friends.”

“He does that all the time.” Soap responds. “I’m used to it.”

“…Simon..” you say angry and look at him. “Is this true?”

“No.” Ghost responds glaring at soap. “He was joking..”

“Yeah! I was..” Soap says nervously. “Joking..wait Ghost..I’m I the first to meet her?”

“..Probably..” Ghost mumbles wrapping his arm you. “..Why?”

“I’m your favorite!” Soap says with a bright smile. “I fucking knew it!”

Ghost quickly sits up and stares at him. You then look at Soap with a smile.

“Definitely are, he never stops talking about how you two work together.” You say with a chuckle.

“Y/n…” Ghost scoffs shaking his head. “..Ugh…this was a bad idea..”

You can’t help it but laugh, a small a laugh that made Ghost pull you closer to him. You can’t help it, but love his touch. You might even heard a small a chuckle from him, but.. that could be your mind. Who knows..

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[heart4reigns]

i had this idea for roman where reader is like the sweet girl wrestlers go to when they really want to have a match with someone because she’s really good at persuading the higher ups and roman really wants a match against (a wrestler of ur choice) cuz he thinks that will blow the audiences minds so he goes to talk to her and as time goes by in the convo, they drift off and start taking about life and relationships and like days after they start bumping into each other more and more and one of them soon develops a crush ✊✊✊✊✊✊ (sorry if theres any typos)

IN BLOOM, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events, alcohol mentioned, teasings

tags: i love writing out of the ring roman like it's so fun,,, bisexual reader since i love shotzi, THEORY FLIRTING, had to tweak several things to fit the plot!! i hope u don't mind <3 why does (y/n) has a saul goodman vibes here i just realized that

summary: you’re really good at your job

THE room was filled with excitement as you shook your boss’s hand. “you will be the death of me, ms. (l/n). we have a deal!” you smiled at him, only to receive the same gesture. “then it is settled," your boss paused for a second. "lynch against rollins... i think it's a solid deal." you nodded at his sentence. "tell them to come to the office tomorrow, we'll talk about the deal. thank you for bringing yet another great idea, ms. (l/n)."

"YOU'RE JOKING?" seth was practically yelling in your office. "no, i scored it. although the two of you," you pointed at becky and seth. "have to come to the office to sign the contract." becky immediately stood up and hugged you. "god, thank you (y/n)... i don't know why you’re so good at this.” she chuckled. “hey, it’s my job to make sure that everyone enjoys their job.” “you’re a blessing, (y/n). should’ve been here since 10 years ago.”

your office became empty as the two lovebirds left. you were satisfied with your bookings for next month. the couple had been asking for the higher ups to put them in the ring together, but they would always decline–saying no every time they proposed the idea. they came to you, being the talent relations, you had to step up for the wrestlers and give the people what they wanted. being in the board meant that you knew how the games were played, people had a soft spot for you as you were an amazing sweet talker.

ever since you were hired as talent relations, you were mostly in charge of the bookings that happened. the company noticed that the wrestlers were enjoying their matches and it was all because of you. you gave them what they wanted, gave the people amazing shows, you were very good at your job.

"you really scored a high-rating today." "honestly, i know i don't stand a chance with my girl, but i had so much fun." the two wrestlers were talking backstage. "that's because i know your weak spots." becky replied, drinking her water. "finally got our dream match. all thanks to (y/n)." roman's ears perked up. "talent relations did all of that?" he furrowed his brows. "oh yeah, she's really good at doing her job. got gunther and ali against each other, who else... brock with cody? that's all her doings." seth replied.

roman reigns was interested.

everyone seemed to speak highly of you as you were one of the sweetest and nicest one in the board. all his bookings were done by his manager, but he realized that he was bored of them. he needed a chance. roman needed to talk to you. "dude, eve from marketing was asking for you!" jey opened the locker room door. "i'm not interested, how many times do i need to tell you that?" roman groaned at his cousin trying to set him up. "damn dude, give her a chance." he shook his head.

"who else should we set you up with?" jimmy asked. "what about cath from creatives?" jey furrowed his eyebrows. "naaah, she has a husband." roman grew annoyed by his cousins. "rather than setting me up with someone, can y'all help me talk to (y/n)?" that caught their attentions. "what do you want from her?" jimmy squinted his eyes. "yeah uce, don't mess with her. she's like a baby sister to us here!"

the man groaned once again. "nah man, i just need to talk to her about work stuff. where is her office?" roman asked, still earning curious looks from his cousins. "i'm being for real, you remember the bianca match that we talked about? i heard seth and becky scored a match because of her." the twins nodded in unison. "room 12, 5th floor. if you pull some flirty shit, we will end you." that was a genuine threat from the twins.

you yawned, feeling sleepier than usual. caffeine sounds like a good idea, you thought. you just got back from the arena, you were very satisfied with your own bookings. seth and becky gave it all for today's match. you never doubted them from the start. "hi, (y/n)." the barista greeted you. "hi, the usual please! make it 2, i'm buying for my assistant too!"

when you exited the lift, you expected to see your assistant on her desk, typing some emails, but she was not there. you opened the door, expecting it to be empty. "i hope i'm not rude for entering your office, your assistant told me to just walk in, she said she was going to creatives to print your schedule by the way." you almost dropped your coffee when you saw a certain black-haired man sitting down on your chair. "o- oh, hi!" you greeted him, despite feeling rather intimidated by his presence.

"hello ms. (l/n). i'm roman, can we talk a bit about some things? if you're busy then we can schedule a meeting." his voice was as charming as he looked. "no, no. i'm free! please sit down and (y/n) would do!" you walked to your chair, facing him. it was your first time officially meeting him, as all of his bookings were made and signed by his manager. "so, how can i help you?" you knew when a wrestler comes to your office they were in need of help. whether it was a push or a gimmick change, you were always ready to help. "i heard from seth that you managed to score his latest match and it was amazing." you smiled at his sentence. "always ready to help the lovebirds, they are so kind."

"i want a match against bianca." and you were already interested in his proposal. "okay, continue." you said, typing down the plan. "bianca and i were talking the other week about this match and we really want it to happen. let her win, she deserves it. but all the fans really want us to face each other as we are both champions... i just think this deserves a run." you nodded, completely understanding the situation. "i couldn't agree more. wait, i'm looking for your report... socials told me that a lot of your fans want to see you in a mix match."

you turned your laptop monitor around, showing him the report from socials. "i think it's gonna be amazing, roman." you grinned as you saw him scanning the monitor. this was the first time he saw his social reports and people really wanted to see him in a mix-gender match. his eyes widened in surprise as he saw your tabs, you were already writing the email. to say the least, roman was impressed with your skills. "damn." was all that came out of his mouth.

"i just need to talk to bianca's manager about this and we're all settled. i'll propose the idea in the next board meeting." roman was about to ask if he should be in the next meeting or not. "don't worry about all the negotiations and the contracts. sit back and relax, your manager will bring you the documents after i score this deal." you answered his unspoken question.

"wow." he was flabbergasted. "(y/n), how are you so good at this?" roman asked. "oh, i love my job and i just want the talents to enjoy their job as much as i enjoy mine." you gave him an honest answer. "that's just pure dedication, they should induct you in the hall of fame." he joked, feeling comfortable with your friendly presence. you chuckled at his joke. "trust me, i feel like i deserve more than just a hall of fame induction, i should be the president for this company." roman laughed.

now he understood why people spoke very high of you. you bring positive vibes that was truly needed in the industry. "thank you, (y/n)." roman blurted out, genuinely thankful for your help. "no, no. don't thank me yet, i'm just doing my job!" roman shook his head. "not putting pressure on you, but i know you're gonna do an amazing job." you smiled at him. "thank you as well for trusting me, roman! i'll be there when the match happens. i also watch all of my bookings."

"so you were there when the twins fought the judgement day?" you nodded. "they did an amazing job, we got drinks after that... that night ended well for everyone." his eyes lit up. "you're close to them, right?" you nodded once again. "they're the best honestly, always helping me with ideas. kinda miss them. you should really come next time we're having a drink off!" you said.

"that sounds fun," he paused for a second. "you know, the locker room speaks very highly of you, (y/n)." you felt your cheeks reddened. "but it's funny how this is the first time we meet and they're right about you being this friendly." roman couldn't even deny your positivity. "like i said, i want everyone to enjoy their time in the ring." you replied with a happy tone. "how did you even get this job, sorry but... you look too young to be in charge."

you got that a lot and you were used to it. "honestly, you're not the first person to say that. i was just lucky, i guess... i was in public relations before this but they moved me to talent relations because they had to cut some crews, so i guess it was my lucky day." you told him about your backstory. "i love it here, it's better than being stuck with externals... i made a lot of friends along the way." you continued. "sorry, i'm just rambling." you realized that you were talking a lot.

the man immediately shook his head. "no, it's fine! i love hearing the upstair stories." he encouraged you to continue. "well, what do you wanna know? i have a lot of gossips about everything." you wiggled your eyebrows. "i even know about your secret romance with one of the crews from 2 years ago." roman's eyes widened in surprise. "that was only a short relationship!" he was shocked that you knew everything. "hey, i'm no one to judge, but janice? janice from marketing? she was a pain in my ass."

"oh come on, what about you and shotzi?" you rolled your eyes. "we decided to part ways in a mutual way, we're best friends now! oh my god, everyone knows?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "it was a locker room gossip. they kept teasing her about dating you..." the conversation continued between you and the universal champion. your alarm rang, it was time for you to clock out of work.

"i'll text you the outcomes for the meeting," you paused for a second to put your things inside your back. "i won't let you down." the two of you stood up in unison. "you're driving?" he asked. "no, i'm probably gonna call for taxi. my car is being repaired since seth accidentally knocked over my lamppost." you chuckled as you remembered the incident. "then let me take you home, that's the least i can do for taking up your time."

the car ride wasn't silent at all. "and i told her that we should stop seeing each other, she quitted her job after that." roman was telling the story about how he dated janice from marketing. "damn... that was why she dropped every project. you're the one to blame." you joked. "hey, it wasn't working out." he defended himself. "i know, i was joking. so, you seeing anyone now?" you asked him. "heard from the twins that they are setting you up with someone from marketing again." roman made a mental note to smack his cousins heads. "damn, they really should shut up sometimes. and no, the dating scene for me is out of reach."

"why is that?" "because i haven't met the right person, i guess."

you agreed with him. the dating scene for you was a mess as well. nothing really worked out for you, maybe you were too focused on making other people happy that you didn't have the time to focus on yourself. "damn, i couldn't agree more. but hey, at least we have our jobs, right?" roman nodded. "right, i think it's nice that we share the same perspective towards things, i can tell we're gonna be good friends, (y/n)." you giggled at his sentence. "i'd love to be friends with you, roman!"

needless to say, the two of you kept in contact as you were going to score one of the biggest wrestling matches in his entire career. you were preparing for the meeting when you saw a certain black-haired man roaming near your office. "roman?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "hi." he greeted you with a smile as you hugged him. "sorry, a habit." you apologized. "no worries!" he returned the gesture. "what are you doing here?" you asked, clearly confused. "i feel like i should help you in the meeting, if you don't mind. jey said it should be easy when the talent is there too." he was very considerate and that warmed your heart.

"good morning, everyone!" you walked into the meeting room, with roman on your side. "good morning, ms. (l/n) and... reigns?" people were obviously confused. everyone knew you were going to pull some shit and they will still fall for it. "as you can see right here, i brought roman with me because we have something we'd like to propose." everyone's attention was on the two of you.

he was impressed as he saw the board all agreeing with you. even though you were the youngest in the board, everyone seemed to respect you. another score, you thought. "i don't know how you do that, but i am very impressed." roman whispered to you. "it's my talent." you winked at him. you shook your boss's hand, finalizing the deal. "ms. (l/n), once again... outstanding like usual. might give you a promotion for this if this works out." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you boss."

roman and you exited the meeting room, clearly holding your squeaks. "oh my god!" you squealed, feeling thrilled for the upcoming match. "(y/n)... that was amazing!" he couldn't help but to hug you. "i'm so excited, good things are coming for you!" you hugged him back, feeling smaller in his arms. "fuck, this calls for a celebration! call your cousins, let's fucking get wasted tonight!"

the friendship bloomed as time passed by. you saw him quite often in work (more than before you were friends). a 'hi!' or 'do you wanna eat after this?' made everyone questioned your relationship with him. sure, you were nice to the talents but seeing you with the tribal chief himself was kind of out of place for you since you were always with him.

he was happy. it was the first time you worked together and the chemistry was there. he threw ideas and you would make them happen. roman was involved with the script and the choreography, which made you very excited for the match. that man was dedicated to his work, he was practically married to his job. but that didn’t stop him from making time for you. after rehearsals, it became a habit for the two of you to spend the night at a random parking lot, talking about everything.

you learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you. he didn’t want to admit it but you were definitely his type. you were fearless, not afraid to say what was on your mind. he couldn’t help but to be attracted to you.

you were walking with him to the locker room, preparing for his first encounter with bianca. to your surprise, the locker room was full of people. "uce, i swear. you're taking her away from us!" jey complained. "hey, let's not fight... we haven't reached that timeline yet." you joked, earning a laugh from the locker room. "heard you scored this match, you never disappoint." solo patted your back. "so when are we fighting?" jimmy nudged you. "my man, you would instantly knock me out. i'm not built for the business."

everyone was talking to you, you were the center of their attentions. always throwing jokes and making people smile, you really lived up to your reputation. roman saw theory slinging his arm on your shoulders and he felt something he had never felt in years... was it jealousy? was it something else? he couldn't deny that you had a magnetic charm surrounding you, causing people to gravitate close to you.

"you never have time for me, (y/n)." theory pouted causing roman to raise one of his brows. "sorry, i've been busy with the entire belair-reigns fiasco... my office is always open though." you replied, putting down his arm from your shoulders. "no i meant like a date or something." the entire locker room boo-ed at him. "stay away from (y/n), she's for the girls only." bianca complained. "nah man, she's for the chief only." roman swore he'd throw some punches at his cousins if you weren't in the room.

"ooooh, romance brewing up?" you flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face with the rundown papers you had in your hands. of course you were attracted to the wrestler standing in front of you. you couldn't help but to be attracted as he was one of the nicest wrestlers you have ever met. not to mention, the two of you immediately clicked after your first meeting.

the locker room people couldn't stop teasing you, causing you to be flustered. "come on, that's enough. can't you tell that we're friends?" roman slung his arm on your shoulders, your face redder than before. "gotta be honest, the two of you look cute together." bianca added. you made eye-contact with roman and immediately looked away. "i mean, we do look cute. gotta be honest." roman was just adding fuel to the fire. "okay, now can we focus on the match today? this is so embarrassing for me." you admitted.

"(y/n) has a crush on roman!" "i do not!" "your face says otherwise!"

truth be told, everyone knew that the two of you were going to end up together. it was a matter of time till the romance bloomed into a relationship.

a/n: aaaa not my best writing to be honest but i tried my best!!! (i’m on a writer’s block fr) i hope u enjoyed it <3

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #bianca belair #austin theory #shotzi #becky lynch #seth rollins

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Word!! I'm sorry, I know I'm not caught up in the Ollie concussion fic, I promise I'm gonna get to that this weekend 🙈 your most recent post gave me a plot bunny tho... How about hurt Aiden with caretaker Spirit? As in he gets beaten up on duty and Spirit is FURIOUS but also having to be gentle bc his ribs are hurt and he's a little concussed?

Other ask:

Can we have more of Aiden? I loved him in the 3 fics there is about him and I am obsessed 😍😂 ~🌼

Combining the results of the Spirit&Aiden poll with this amazing ask. I couldn’t help myself🤭. Thanks for this awesome idea Soup, and thanks for the initial ask 🌼anon!

Also, adding a lil twist to the end of this one👀

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One thing that genuinely surprised Aiden was that Spirit always texted him back fairly quickly. He loved that. She never texted first, but he didn’t mind that fact.

“So, who is it?”

Aiden almost jumped as Mikey—the officer who was mentoring him—came up beside him. Aiden went three shades paler and fumbled to put his phone in his pocket. He wasn’t supposed to be on it while on security duty at the mall.

Mikey laughed at his panic. “Y’know, you’re lucky you got stuck with me, kid. If you’d been put with Bryan or Adamson, then you would’ve been chewed out for texting whoever it is that’s making you smile like a moron.”

Aiden flushed, looking straight ahead and focusing on being alert. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Mikey shrugged. “It’s fine, kid.” Mikey was only in his early thirties, though he liked to try and convince people that he was still 27. He was funny and chill and good at his job, so Aiden really was glad that he got to work with this guy while on duty.

“Our rotation ends in ten minutes, kid. Thank God. Do me a favor and go get us a couple of coffees once we’re done here.”

Aiden smiled. “Yes, sir.”

It seemed like it would be another easy day. Aiden was glad and couldn’t wait for his shift to be over. He was planning to surprise Spirit at the music store where she worked in the mall so he could finally ask her out on a second date. He felt that he’d waited long enough.

Suddenly, there was shouting and a series of screams. Aiden’s head snapped towards the commotion, and Mikey took off running. Aiden followed.

At the mall’s technology store, there was a group of about six guys. About four had ski-masks, and the other two had regular face masks. All of them had bats and were breaking shelves, yelling at people, and grabbing phones and cameras and whatever else they could shove into a few large duffle bags.

Crud, Aiden thought, his hand going to his baton (he really wished he could have a taser already).

“Drop the stuff and put your hands in the air!” Mikey screamed, all chillness gone from his voice. He held up his taser, pointing it at the thieves.

Aiden clicked his walkie talkie. “This is Clark. Reece and I need backup at the Tech Shop. We’ve got six robbers here. I repeat, we need backup.”

Clearly, none of the guys were listening to Mikey. One of them even raised his bat and began to charge at him, but Mikey tased him.

Everything began to happen too fast. In a flash, suddenly a brawl had broken out, and Aiden was throwing punches as well before he realized it.

He grunted as he got struck multiple times in the ribs and gut. He could hear announcements on the mall’s speakers, notifying people of the robbery.

Adrenaline was pumping through Aiden as he fought back. A few guys managed to slip out though and ran for it. Aiden got one of them on the ground and was trying to get cuffs on him, but then received a swift kick to the head from one of the others. “C’mon, Zeke!” one of them yelled.

The force knocked Aiden to the side and had the world going fuzzy, his ears ringing, and both of the thieves got away.

The last things Aiden Saw before the world went dark was Mikey securing cuffs on one of the guys before walking over to him.

— — —

The music store closed as soon as word of the fight spread to all the businesses. People were being asked to quickly pay and leave, and employees were getting asked to go as soon as all the costumers were gone.

Spirit—aside from her annoying boss—was the last music store employee to leave. The mall was almost entirely cleared out by then.

Apparently, from what she heard, there was a robbery at a store not far from the music store. She was too busy dealing with an annoying Karen to even notice the commotion.

As Spirit was leaving the building, she saw an open ambulance and saw someone being wheeled on a stretcher towards it. At first, Spirit only noticed his uniform and just thought that he was one of the security guards who got caught up in the whole thing. Then, suddenly, she noticed and recognized his face. Even without his glasses and all of the bloodied bruises.

Aiden.

Spirit’s eyes widened and her stomach dropped. Without realizing it, she was making her way over towards the paramedics. “Aiden,” she called, worried and a bit scared. Spirit hated that feeling.

One of a few officers stopped her before she could get closer. “Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to stay back.”

Spirit frowned, brows creasing. “Is he okay? Did the robbers do that to him?”

The officer seemed annoyed. “Miss, this doesn’t concern you. Please just—”

Spirit scoffed and was about to retort something—probably something with a lot of angry curse words—when another cop came up to them.

“What’s going on over here?” the other cop asked. He also looked quite beaten up.

“I just want to know if Aiden’s okay,” Spirit said in a hard tone, heart racing.

The other cop raised a brow. “You know the kid?”

“Yes, he’s my—” Spirit froze for a second, her mind trying to come up with a word to describe what Aiden was to her. “—my friend.”

The other cop seemed to be much more understanding than the other. “Aiden’s in pretty rough shape. I’ll give you a ride to the hospital, if you’d like.”

The first cop seemed annoyed that this other guy had taken over the situation.

Spirit found herself nodding. “Yes, please.”

The officer led her to his police car. On the drive over, Spirit found out that this officer was named Mikey Reece, and he was Aiden’s mentor. Aiden had mentioned this guy to her once or twice in their texting conversations.

At the hospital, Spirit and Mikey had to wait for news on Aiden while tests were run. A few other officers came to ask Mikey some questions, and Spirit bounced her leg anxiously as she waited.

This whole situation gave her an uneasy feeling. She overheard a few things that Mikey was saying to the officers: six of them. . . bats. . . black face masks. None of that made Spirit super suspicious until she heard him ask what the name of the one he arrested was, and one of the other officers answered, “Jeremy Hernandez.” That name had Spirit wondering something.

Eventually, a doctor came out and explained that Aiden was slightly concussed and had a few fractured ribs. But aside from that, a small fever and a bit of bruises, he was fine. Awake and responsive.

The officers went into the room first to talk to Aiden and write a report. Then, after that, Mikey wanted to go in but had a higher ranked officer telling him to get himself checked out for injuries. So, Spirit went in to see Aiden alone.

Aiden was sitting up in his bed, bandaged and with some of the blood cleaned up. When he saw Spirit enter the room, he looked genuinely shocked. “What’re you doing here?”

She shrugged, looking serious. Stone cold, even. For some reason, thinking that someone had put Aiden in a hospital had her blood boiling. “Long story,” she said.

Aiden’s surprised look melted a bit and he smiled. “I think I should join your boxing classes. I’m not that great at fighting just yet.”

His comment was laced with a bit of humor, but Spirit remained grim. “Do you know who it was? The robbers?”

Aiden’s smile faltered a bit. “Not really. One of the guys was named. . . Zeke, I think? I don’t know. He could be anyone. They all had masks on, so no facial details.”

Spirit felt her whole body run cold even as she still felt hot with anger. “This guy named Zeke. . . did he have dyed hair? Kinda longish?”

Aiden’s brows creased. “What? Why do you—”

“Just answer the question.”

Aiden worked his jaw, seeming a bit confused and unsure as he nodded. “Yeah dark purple hair. But why—?”

“I’ll be back later,” Spirit stated, her voice low as she turned to walk out the door. She froze before she got to it, turning and going over to Aiden. Before he even comprehended what was happening, she hugged him, being gentle and not putting any weight on him since his ribs were fractured.

Aiden felt his whole body become warm and he melted in the hug a bit, getting butterflies in his stomach. She'd never hugged him before. He decided right then that he really liked her hugs.

Spirit pulled away and looked him in the eye. “I’ll be back later. Or, I might just text later. It depends on how pretty my face will still be in the next few hours.”

Aiden raised a brow, once again seeming confused. Spirit left before he could ask her what she meant.

— — —

Spirit hated her old neighborhood.

The air there reeked of cigarettes and cheap alcohol. There was always someone yelling in their house or at a neighbor, cats knocked over trash cans, and some of the worst people Spirit had ever met lived there.

Spirit went up to a house that she often avoided while growing up. The old man that used to live in it had died when Spirit was a Senior in high school, but the guy’s nephew—and Spirit’s old classmate—still lived there.

Zeke Danes opened the door, a lit cigar in his mouth and looking drunk. He had a black eye and a few other bruises that looked fresh.

Spirit scowled, and Zeke’s eyes widened and he grinned as he recognized her.

“Holy shit. Spirit Mitchel, as I live and breathe.” He took out his cigar, blowing smoke on her face. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hot-stuff.”

Spirit could hear other voices inside, laughing and talking. “Having a party?” Spirit asked, her hands forming into fists in her pockets.

Zeke shrugged, still smiling. “Kinda.” He ran a hand through his long purple hair.

“Let me guess,” Spirit said. “Henry, Javon, Mike, and Freddie?”

“Yeah,” Zeke nodded. “Just my buddies.”

“But Jeremy isn’t here.” The way she said it had Zeke’s smirk falling.

“What do you want, Spirit?” he asked, opening the door all the way so Spirit could see her other old classmates and neighbors scattered inside Zeke’s filthy living room. They had music playing that was suddenly turned down, and all of the guys in there were looking at Spirit curiously and suspiciously.

Spirit stood a bit straighter. She was just as tall as Zeke was, so she could look him directly in the eye. “You robbed a store at the mall today, didn’t you?”

They all snickered a bit.

“So what?” Freddie called from inside, and Spirit noticed that he had gotten more tattoos since she last saw him. “You gonna snitch?”

Spirit wasn’t going to snitch. After all, the saying was very much true: Snitches really didget stitches.

“You beat up a cop,” Spirit said. “The one our age. You got him pretty good.”

Zeke took another puff of his cigarette. “Get to the point, hot-stuff.”

“He’s my friend,” Spirit stated. “You hurt my friend, and now he’s in the hospital.”

All of the guys were silent for a second before laughing.

“Since when do you become friends with police, woman,” Javon laughed. “People like us don’ go around becoming buddy-buddy with cops.”

“Well, I’m not like you,” Spirit spat.

“Oh, but you are,” Zeke said, leaning closer and blowing more smoke on her face. “You’re just like us. You used to fight for extra money behind the school, remember? And we’ve all run from cops together before, baby. Ringing a bell?”

Spirit bared her teeth as her scowl deepened. “Keep your pants on, Zeke. And don’t you dare call me ‘baby’. And I stopped running around with you morons after tenth grade, so quit grouping me in with you guys.”

Zeke chuckled a bit, leaning back against the door frame. “So, did you just come here to pitch a little hissy-fit over us hurting your friend? A little pathetic, don’t you think?”

Spirit nodded. “If I was here just to pitch a fit, that would be pathetic.” Swiftly, she raised her leg and kneed Zeke in his groin, making him gasp and stumble back, doubling over and protectively cupping his throbbing manhood. “It’s a good thing I’m not pathetic.”

Zeke spat his cigarette out of his mouth, glaring at Spirit with tears in the corner of his eyes. “You bitch.”

The other four guys all got up, now looking annoyed.

Spirit cracked her neck and raised her fists.

Looked like she was just going to text Aiden tonight.

#Aiden officially has a guardian angel #Totally making a part 2 #spirit #aiden #Mikey just popped into my head and has found an apartment in the depths of my brain that he now lives in rent-free🥲 #Mikey is going to LOVEEE watching Aiden's love-life #Also I'd just like to say that Zeke is a certified asshole #thebrilliantidiots #BTW - Spirit is totally winning that fight

[seriouslysam8]

April Prompt #16: Holiday for @hinnymicrofic

Harry stood perfectly still, his hands shoved in his pockets and his chin jutted towards the ceiling. He started to count to ten but quickly realized that he would need to up the number to at least fifty to keep from shouting at his two eldest children. The simple fact that he felt the urge to yell at his children meant that they had managed to anger their father more than normal. Harry put up with a lot from his kids. He grinned and rolled his eyes at most of their pranks or lectured them until they were ridden with guilt when they would go too far. This… Harry closed his eyes and started to count to fifty.

His head pounded as he stood inside the International Portkey Office in the Ministry of Magic. They were supposed to catch a Portkey to New York City for Luna and Rolf’s wedding and then enjoy a holiday after. Harry was beginning to think that they would not make said Portkey.

“I cannot believe how irresponsible the two of you are!” Ginny exclaimed with her face as red as her hair, clenching her fists at her sides. “Of all the days you had to pull one of your silly little pranks, it has to be at the Portkey Office?”

Looking down, Harry stared at his children. Teddy and James squirmed under Ginny’s scolding. Albus snickered from his chair, his legs swinging in a steady rhythm. Lily leaned up against her father’s legs and huffed out a string of whines.

Turning his head, he watched as a team of custom agents rifled through their seven bags of luggage. Harry had tried to tell Ginny that she had packed too much for their week and a half holiday to America but she pretended not to hear him and continued to stuff the bags until they were ready to rip at the seams. He swore that he saw her place a Reinforcing Charm on at least two of the bags. Glancing down at his battered watch that once belonged to Fabian Prewett, Harry groaned. Their Portkey to New York was set to leave in ten minutes, and he wasn’t sure how they were going to catch it.

“I’m sorry, Auror Potter, but we have to search the bags after the… erm… the illegal fireworks went off,” the Head of the International Portkey Office explained as he shot him an apologetic smile and tugged on the collar of his robes. “If they catch wind of this in New York and found out we didn’t search your bags thoroughly… I mean, I’d be fired, you know.”

“If we miss our Portkey because of your fireworks prank, your bottoms won’t sit on a broomstick until you’re each seventy-five!” Ginny continued to rage.

“We weren’t trying to pull a prank!” Teddy exclaimed as he squirmed. “We wanted to take them to Luna and Rolf’s wedding and set them off. Uncle George said-”

Ginny’s eyes grew wide. “Why in Merlin’s name are you listening to your Uncle George? What have I always told you boys?”

“Err… if Uncle George thinks it’s a good idea, it probably isn’t?” James supplied.

“Never accept any prototypes from Uncle George?” added Teddy.

James furrowed his brow as he concentrated. “Never eat anything that Uncle George gives us?”

Ginny looked crazed as she shot a look over at Harry. He offered a smile that came out as a grimace. Harry looked down at his watch. They were down to eight minutes until their Portkey left.

Harry shifted his weight as he looked over at the Head of the International Portkey Office. “I don’t mean to use my position as Head Auror, but my family and I cannot miss this Portkey. It’s imperative that we make it tonight because the one tomorrow night leaves too late.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Auror Potter.”

Harry thanked him with a forced smile. He glanced down at his watch again. If they missed their New York City Portkey then they would certainly miss their Portkey to some place called the Finger Lakes where the actual wedding was taking place. It was to take them directly to the bed and breakfast where they were staying.

Ginny pointed a finger at the empty seats next to Albus. Teddy and James didn’t hesitate to obey the order. They slouched down into the chairs and tried to make themselves as small as possible. Lily let out another loud whine as Harry reached down to haul the small girl up into his arms.

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest as she stood next to Harry. “Your sons are going to be in so much trouble when we get home from America.”

Harry frowned. “Why are they always my sons when they do something wrong?”

Ginny bumped her hip against his. “Because you have a penchant for trouble that they seem to have inherited from you.”

Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the statement, the corners of his lips tugging up. Ginny grabbed his wrist to look at the time and let out a string of swear words that Ron would be exceedingly proud of as the Portkey Office bought in a several more employees. Harry sank down into a chair next to Albus, wincing at the terrible start of their holiday.

#hinny microfic #hinny as parents #the potter kids are troublemakers

[woundlingus]

No cause listen, archangel band AU they’re like the Jackson five, okay? They started as a family thing, more wholesome rock. Maybe Cas and Anna are in it too, Chuck and Amara, it’s a family things. Slowly things pitter out until it’s just the four of them; Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, and Lucifer.

Over the years and with the independence from Chuck and under a new label their sound changes a little more to keep up with the trends, and they’re more punkish rock these days compared to the more classic sound they had as a family unit. So they land themselves a spot on the Warped Tour, right? Cause it’s early 00s in this.

And Michael and Lucifer have some rising tension, things are getting rough because Lucifer is their lyricist and he’s taking their sound to a place Michael doesn’t really like, he’s not big on this name that they’ve built for themselves and he’d rather take the more traditional route. But for the time being things are stable! There’s some pretty rough fights backstage, maybe throwing things, yelling, but the band never breaks up.

Now Gabriel, Gabriel is having a petekey moment (pete wentz from FOB and Mikey way from MCR turbulent backstage romance that ends in utter disaster, google it). He’s sneaking out from the band tour bus at night to go shack up with someone from someone else’s band, it’s all very hush hush and you know what the paparazzi is like so of course there’s whispers and gossip about it, but it’s not like anyone can prove anything, right? But it’s enough to set off what’s already getting a little volatile with his brothers, because he’s making a bad image for them and the more “pure wholesome” look Michael is still hanging on to from their past. They’ve got several shows still to go when they wake up and he’s just gone.

It’s the tipping point. You drove away Gabriel. No you drove away Gabriel. No it was you!

Michael and Lucifer sling this back and forth at each other for weeks, the two of them are having a Fleetwood Mac moment on stage where they’re standing on opposite sides of the stage singing pointedly at each other songs that they’ve clearly written about the other and their frustrations.

But they always survive, because there’s a balance to their family unit. Except, Gabriel is gone. And it comes as no real big surprise when Raphael takes Michael’s side in things, but everything feels so different now because there isn’t an even split here anymore. It’s them vs him. And Raphael is a steady force, a mediator, so when Lucifer is staring down the barrel of both his brothers deciding that he’s the one who broke the band and drove their little brother away he has a full blown rockstar meltdown.

Booze. Drugs. Women.

It’s constant. He’s never not high, he’s swaying on his feet on stage and slurring into the mic.

Raphael takes his concerns to the label management, because this is getting out of control and no one can convince Lucifer that he’s taking things too far and if he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed. Someone needs to be the one to step in here.

Michael and Raphael are pulled into the office days later after many long meetings in upper management, and they think it would be best if perhaps they broke contract with Lucifer.

They’d pay him out, of course. They phrase it to appeal to the sensitivities of Michael and Raphael. Lucifer needs help, and he’s not going to help himself. Tour life is hard, and obviously he needs some stability to focus on himself. Sometimes love is not enough, perhaps it’s time he be evaluated for a 72 hour hold, and then maybe send him away to rehab? And then, you know, since it’s just the two of you the sound and direction of the band is all up to you. We can help with the writing and production to make up for the deep loss of Lucifer, and help you return to that sound you love, Michael. Doesn’t that sound good? Don’t you want to help your brother?

So they agree, and they take this to Lucifer to try and gently break the news but it’s devastating. All Lucifer can hear is that he’s ugly. He’s a blight on the labels name and they’re trying to silently make him go away, and by force if necessary. They’d deem him psychologically unfit just to save themselves the embarrassment of being associated with him and his lifestyle.

This is all Lucifer’s typical theatrics to Michael, but it’s also true. They’re pushing him out. Pushing him out of a band that thrives on his creative input. Michael would rather send him away so he can take full control than just admit that maybe he’s not solely to blame for what’s happened to their band.

They love him, of course, but love is not enough. It’s an illusion that Michael and Raphael even have a choice here, the label will not sign Lucifer, so they’re either over or he’s out. They’re just being polite and bureaucratic about it to ruffle the least amount of feathers as possible.

There’s no announcements, no nothing. The next album just drops and it’s only Michael and Raphael. Most of their fans like it, it’s okay, they mostly just ride for the band you know and the sound has changed and it’s lost some of its feeling but this is good. It’s good.

But Raphael isn’t built for this kind of life, they liked it because it was something they did as a family and now the family is gone. They don’t know if Lucifer took his pay out and went to rehab or if he took all that cash and bought enough blow to kill a large elephant. They never heard from Gabriel again. Raphael imagines they both took off somewhere and they’re happy. Maybe they have families. Because the alternative is, maybe they’re just dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe Gabriel was abducted, it’s not like they ever filed a police report, it would have been bad publicity. Maybe Lucifer is face down in a motel somewhere alone, aspirating on his vomit. But he can’t think about that, it’s killing him. He struggles for a while watching Michael try so hard to build a name for them as a duo, because if they don’t succeed at this then they’ve done all of that for nothing. Nothing at all.

But it’s killing them, and one night they break down about it and refuse to go in to the recording studio. He says he’s very sorry, but he just can’t go on like this, he’s exhausted.

Raphael packs, and goes home for a while.

Michael is alone.

And he tries to hang on to this label for as long as he can because it can’t be for nothing, or maybe he really just can’t admit to himself that maybe it really is all for glory. He wants his name in lights. He wants to be the superstar with no other lights dimming hid own shine. But they’re not a band without the others. And the sound just progressively gets worse.

Until he stops. And it’s over.

#I can’t get them out of my head #it has to end sad the archangels are a walking tragedy sorry #gabriel spn #supernatural #spn #Lucifer spn #Michael spn #Raphael spn

[isshebreathing]

Work Acquaintances

I usually only work at night, there’s me and the head of our IT department, Ari, who tells everyone they work at night because it’s easier to update the IT at night, but I know it’s because they want to bring their dog Rocco in. 

When I hired Ari I took a chance, they were a recently out of the military medic with a new IT degree and zero experience, they asked me to trust them, that that if I just allowed them to do their thing they will be the best employee I have ever had, and they were right. 

It wasn’t just the dog that brought Ari in late, I could tell how uncomfortable in crowded meetings they were, or how they always watched the door. Occasionally we’d meet in the halls and I could feel their anxiety, we developed a sort of system that involved me only going one way through the office and always sending a “leaving” message when I left for the night.

I was pretty sure that Ari and my secretary Cate were the only people in the company who knew that my heart was failing. I had been working here for about four years before I started showing signs. I went from being a marathon runner to someone who can only take the elevator. I had an episode once at work that resulted in everyone knowing, and then I got really good at hiding it. Eventually I bought out the owner and the company was mine. 

I tried to have a normal work schedule at first, but as we grew I faded more and more into the background, hiring people to do the daily things for me. At first I was in the office for a regular business day, then gradually I started coming in the afternoon and staying late, now I found it easier just to come in right before everyone leaves and work through the night. It made much less of a stir using supplemental oxygen while reviewing outreach data when it was just a few people there. And I could take calls while sitting with my swollen feet propped on the file cabinet next to my desk, deep purplish lines indented them from the heels I wore every day. 

Which is exactly where I am right now. I’ve gotten gradually weaker over time but my heart was still remarkably well functioning and I had avoided. most major medical interventions. I wear very tight compression stockings and a compressing body suit under my button up shirt, suit jacket, and pencil skirt. Because I have so many layers I can wear. fun bright underwear since it won’t show. 

Rocco the dog is visiting me for the baby carrots I keep in my office when I feel a tear in my chest. I sit up and am hit with a wave of nausea. I get out of my chair and try to yell for help but can only manage a loud groan. 

Moments later Ari comes to my door and doesn’t waste a moment before kneeling beside me. They gently mutter words of comfort while holding my wrist and digging their fingers into my neck to find my pulses. I am trying unsuccessfully to suck in as much of the oxygen that I can but it is not enough, it’s never enough, I feel like I will never get enough air.

Ari leans down over me “I need to give you some rescue breaths okay?” I try to nod yes but my entire body has seized up at this point and can only try to bring in air. As I’m laying on my side Ari gently tilts my head back, pinches my nose shut, covers my mouth with theirs, and breaths two deep, hot air into my starving lungs. They put their hand on my chest and quietly say “that’s it, just breathe” before doing it again. I lose track of how many times we do this before my lungs are finally calm enough to breathe on my own. 

Ari gets up and asks if I have a medical kit, I try to talk but Ari silences me, I can’t even move my hands to point, I weakly look at the cabinet under my bookshelf and Ari understands. They open it up and slide the large equipment box over towards my crumpled heap on the floor. 

The first thing they pull out is a high-flow non-rebreather mask. They gently lift my head and slip it over my face. “There we go, just take some deep breaths okay?” After every command they sit with me, make sure I can do it, reassure me. They tell me everything they are going to do before they do it. 

I imagine a life. before this, where Ari was a military medic who just wanted to help people, how empathy and compassion burned them out hard and fast, and I realize they must have been an excellent medic. 

“I need to get this top off so I can listen to your heart okay? Do you think you can help me do that?” 

I try to lift my arms up, to unfurl from this tight ball my body has gone into around my failing heart, but the moment i do a crushing pain goes through my chest forcing me into a tighter ball. 

“Woah, okay, let’s take it easy okay? I’m going to cut it up the back okay?” 

I feel scissors trace up my spine before the tight compression on my chest releases. It feels like it was the only thing keeping my ribs from splitting apart and the pain is unbearable. I lose all sense of vision, there’s a high pitched ringing in my ears, all I can smell is a metallic tinge. 

I come to slightly and am aware of a cold stethoscope on my back and someone moaning. I realize the person moaning is me, it’s involuntary. I try to control my reactions and focus on Ari gently saying “I’m so sorry I know this must hurt I am going to help you okay?” 

I notice Ari has connected the cardiac monitor that usually sits above my hip under my compression garments up to my computer screen and is watching the series of lines and numbers intensely but I can’t move my head to see them. I feel a warm, reassuring hand on my naked back.

Ari connects a small tube to the port in my chest and I feel a cold sensation rush through it as she flushes it out. “You have something in here for the pain, I’m going to give you that now okay.” 

A warmth soon spreads through my body, but I can feel how slow and jagged it is, my heart is in arrhythmia I can feel it. The pain slowly ebbs gently down but not away, just less sharp. 

“I need to put you on your back now okay, I’m going to do it really gently but I need you to let me because it’s very important that I can access your chest okay.” 

The drugs take over and relax my body enough for Ari to gently roll me onto my back. They immediately wrap a blood pressure cuff around my arm and put a stethoscope to my chest. 

“I need to cut off your nylons okay” 

The pain from my chest now freely radiates all the way down to my toes but I’m too sedated to do anything other than quietly moan. Ari puts their hand on my chest. “It’s going to be okay, I’m going to take care of you” 

I feel the blood pressure cuff squeeze my arm tightly and release as the unit beeps in alarm. 

“Your blood pressure is really low and I think you need a procedure on your heart, I am going to call an ambulance.” 

I can’t respond but I want to beg them not to leave me. 

Ari leans over me again and gently says “I need to give you medicine to bring your blood pressure up but your heart is not beating efficiently enough to get it through your system. I need to do compressions on your chest, I cannot give you anything for pain I’m so so sorry.” 

They kneel next to me and say “I need to cut your bra off, it is going to interfere with the compressions.” 

I am paralyzed from drugs, pain, and anticipatory pain and don’t respond as a pair of scissors snip the blue piece of fabric between my breasts. Ari professionally snips the straps to allow the cups to cover my breasts for modestly. 

As if modesty matters once Ari digs their palm into the valley between my breasts and starts one-handed compressions. firmly forcing my heart to be more efficient, the cups gently covering my breasts almost immediately fall off and I am completely exposed as Ari meticulously digs into my chest over and over again. 

They stop to look at the monitors. “I’m going to give you something for pain, I am going to have to shock you okay, it is going to be very painful still but I have no other choice. 

They push another round of something into my port and kneels over me, giving me compressions with both hands interlocked over my chest. I feel the violent thrust force my blood through me and eventually circulate the sedative enough for me to not feel the cold AED pads being placed over my right breast and on my side under my left breast. 

Knowing that anticipatory pain is almost worst than actual pain Ari does not tell me that the shock is coming, they just shock. 

Volts of energy shoot through my chest and I feel like I’ve been shot. The sound is like two cars crashing together, the light is blinding, and the pain is indescribable. 

“I’m so sorry, you did it, that was great, I’m so so sorry” 

Another jolt goes through me, I cannot open my eyes or take a breath. I feel Ari’s mouth over mine as I take in their hot breath again. 

“Just stay with me okay”

Another jolt and everything goes black. my chest is being pounded on repeatedly and, despite my lack of consciousness they’re still talking to me. 

“Just stay with me okay, we’re going to get you to a hospital.” 

I start to hear the exhaustion in their voice as they give me two more breaths and start again. 

“Yes, we’re back here” I hear Ari say “She’s asytolic, I need someone to take over compressions.” 

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[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - break the layers

Sitting in front of the little window, you stared at the woman who opened it and pointed at you.

“No hoodies, you have to take it off.”

You said nothing and stuffed your hands into your pockets, slumping down in the chair a little bit more as you looked around in boredom.

“Who’s this?” A woman asked.

“Managed moved student, supposed to have started on Monday.” The receptionist said.

“I see, then that means you must be (Y/N). I’m Mrs Carter, the headteacher, and this is Mr Evershed, deputy head.”

You looked at them both and went back to just staring at the wall.

“Right, well, why don’t we get your timetable sorted, and go over a few things.” Mrs Carter smiled.

You stood up, and you trailed behind them both into an office, and you stood there glancing around at everything.

“Right, hoodies are against school regulations so you’re going to have to take that off.” Mr Evershed said.

You looked over at him and sat down on a chair as you stared at him.

“Please remove the hoodie.” He said.

You carried on ignoring him and he sighed.

“I don’t want to have to send you to resolve on your first day, hoodie off please.”

You stood up and took a step forward and Mrs Carter held out a hand towards you and you stopped, flicking your gaze at her.

“Here’s your timetable, Loraine the receptionist will show you to your first lesson, just take it off before you get there.”

You took the paper and walked out of the room.

Mr Evershed looked at Mrs Carter and she turned the computer screen to show him your school records from the previous two schools.

“Expelled from the first, barely made it through the second, this is their final chance.” Mrs Carter said.

“Expelled for what?”

“Well, I actually emailed to ask about that and… they knocked out a teacher and keyed half the cars in the parking lot…”

“Oh…”

Mrs Carter nodded her head and looked at Mr Evershed.

“We’ve got our work cut out for us this time that’s for sure.”

Mr Evershed nodded and went to his classroom, to get ready for his next lesson, and they had a meeting between the pair of them that night to talk about what to do.

You were uninterested in everything, you didn’t take part in lessons, and despite not even being there for a month you spent most of your time either bunking or in resolve.

And today was one of the days you were in resolve, and you were throwing paper airplanes across the room.

“Will you stop that?!” Mrs Carp snapped.

You looked at her and threw another at her, and she scoffed, picking it up and binning it.

“I don’t even understand why you’re still here.”

“(Y/N), a word please?” Mrs Carter asked.

Getting up, you tossed the finely paper airplane and followed her to her office and she gestured for you to sit down.

Sitting down, you rested your elbow on the arm of the chair and your chin on your hand.

“You’ve been here for nearly a month now and you’ve spent most of your time in resolve, and I’d like to talk to you about it.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“We just want to help you get the education you deserve to get somewhere after you leave.”

You gazed at her idly.

“You know if it’s something we can help with you can talk to us. We can help you it’s why we’re here.”

“I don’t really care.” You said.

“But you should, this is your education (Y/N), and we can still help you catch up.”

“Did it stutter or something? I don’t care.”

Getting up, you left the office ignoring her calling your name and you walked out the reception doors and over to the gate where Mr Evershed was blocking another two students.

“Uh no! Inside!” He yelled.

You ignored him and walked to the far side and you were stopped by him blocking you, and the other two students took it as their chance.

“Oh…”

He looked at you and pointed to the school.

“Inside now.”

“You can’t physically stop me.”

You ducked under his arm and jumped up, climbing to the top of the fence and you dropped down in the other side.

Looking at him, you offered a small shrug as you shoved your hands into your pockets.

“This is your last chance at an education (Y/N), you can’t just throw it away. Come back over and we can talk about it.”

“Bite me.”

With that you walked away and down the street.

Mr Evershed sighed heavily and he turned around, shaking his head to Mrs Carter who walked back inside.

They had tried everything they could think off in order to reach out to you, get anywhere with you, but nothing was working.

The following day you came in, and like always you did every morning.

Exactly when you walked in you noticed you weren’t the only person this time, Mr Evershed was sat in your usual spot waiting.

He gestured for you to sit down and you huffed a little bit.

“Can’t you lot take a hit? I don’t give a crap about all this.”

“And we do, so we’re going to talk about it.”

“I don’t think so.”

You sat on the other side of the room.

“We just want to help you, we know you’ve had some issues at previous schools, but it’s nothing we can’t work past.”

“I’ll key your car and all if you don’t shut up.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough of this now. Threatening teachers? The language and the utter disrespect from you has gone too far.” He said.

“Then leave me alone! What’s so hard about that?!” You yelled.

He stood up and so did you.

“You need to calm down.”

You scoffed a little, raising your hands in mock surrender to him.

“Oh how scary.” You mocked.

“(Y/N).” He warned.

“What’re you going to do about it? Hit me? Can’t lay a hand on a student.”

Mr Evershed looked at you confused.

“Of course I’m not going to hit you.” He said softly.

“Expel me? But you won’t because you know that’s what I want to happen, so therefore, it’s checkmate bitch. You can’t do shit to me because either way, I win.”

You kicked your chair back under the desk.

“You lot are just begging for somebody to key your cars.”

“Keep threatening me and I will call the police.”

“Oh I’m so scared of the police, big deal. Where the hell do you think I spent the six months between here and my last school dumbass.”

Dropping your hands but your side you looked at him.

“Learn to give up the chase man, it’s not healthy. Seriously, like I should call the police on you for harassment or some shit.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face.

“(Y/N) please, I know you’re a smart student, I’ve seen some tests that you actually sat down to complete. You just have to let us help you that’s all.”

“Do you like not understand English? Are you sure you should be an English teacher? No.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him.

“Later.”

“Don’t you walk out of those doors.”

“Okay.”

You walked over to the window instead.

“Not the window either!”

“Well I’m leaving this room somehow and I don’t quite think I can run through the wall.”

You opened the window and looked down, debating it before you made your way back over to the door.

“(Y/N)!”

“Fuck off!”

With that you left the room and began you way down to leave the building and you found the exit blocked by Mrs Carter and Mrs Carp.

“Oh no, you’re blocking the door.”

You turned and walked into the nearest room and climbed out the window instead and made your way to the gate.

“(Y/N)!” Mrs Carter yelled.

You turned around to see Mr Evershed behind you, and you quickly spun around and ran to the gate, jumping up to climb over it.

In the other side you stuck you middle finger up at him again.

“You’re old as fuck.”

You jogged away as he left the gate to try and catch up with you.

You didn’t bother coming into school for the rest of the week, and Mr Evershed tried to put it to the back of his mind.

As he was walking through town with his family, he saw a small gathering of people.

“Wonder what that’s about.” His wife said.

“Busker I think.”

They all walked over, and stood to the sidelines to see what was going on and Mr Evershed stared in shock.

“No way…”

“What is it?” His wife whispered.

“That’s them, the student who swore at me more times than I can count.”

“Seriously?”

They both looked at you clad in an oversized hoodie, sleeves rolled up, hood over your head, combat boots and ripped jeans, and you had a guitar in your hands.

“This uh.. this next song is by Noah Kahan, it’s called Orange juice, a bit different from what some of you have been listening to today.”

There was a few laughs and you smiled to yourself as you looked down at your guitar.

You began to softly play, and aside from the background noise everybody nearby was quiet.

You took a small breath and began to sing.

Unlike in school, you didn’t sound angry, or annoyed, or stressed.

You sounded relaxed and calm.

Compared to your yelling and snapping that Mr Evershed had grown used to, this was different, and a surprise to say the least.

Soon enough you got people clapping along as you carried in singing, tapping your foot against the ground as you carried on, smiling from ear to ear.

When you finished, you gave a small bow and people clapped, throwing some money into your guitar case and you beamed proudly.

They all left and you knelt down, collecting the money and putting it in your pocket as you set your guitar away in the case.

“I didn’t think that would be your kind of music.”

You looked up and stood up, holding the guitar case in your hands.

“Are you stalking me? I really should call the police on you.”

“I’m not stalking you (Y/N), I’m literally just out here shopping and we wanted to see what was going on.”

You looked at his wife and children who were looking at a shop nearby.

“Fair enough can’t argue with that.”

“Why are you busking?”

“Obviously because I’m rich as fuck.”

He sighed and gave you a look.

“None of your business.”

“Do you do it often?”

“Like I said, none of your business.”

You walked over to the building behind you and set your guitar on the floor again, and you held out your hand and a dog came padding over.

“Hey buddy..”

The dog whined a little and you knelt down, ruffling the fur around his face.

“I know..”

Kissing his head, you let him lean against you and you looked at Mr Evershed who was stood nearby.

“He don’t bite.”

“What’s his name?”

“Chopper.”

Mr Evershed walked over and crouched down, petting the dog with you.

“So, can I convince you to come in on Monday if I say you can use the music room whenever you want?”

“Nope.”

He nodded his head.

“You’re good you know, have you thought about going into the music industry?”

“No.”

“You should you know, maybe we can set you up some interviews with some colleges and stuff.”

“Just give it up, I ain’t interested. Am content doing this.”

“I’m not going to give up.”

“Then I’m just not going to school.”

You stood up and put your guitar on your back, and you picked up your dog, putting him in a small wagon and covering him up with a blanket.

You grabbed the handle and looked at Mr Evershed.

“If I even see your car anywhere near where I live I will key so many curse words in them you’ll need to burn that fucker.”

With that, you stuck your middle finger up at him again and you left, only stopped for a minute to let his wife and children pet chopper before you carried on your way

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[no1frogfan]

Desire lines, part 2

Kuroo x afab reader

Series synopsis: Against his wishes, Kuroo must hire a personal assistant. You’re not exactly the right person for the job, but it’s a job, and you need the money. Inspired by Robert Macfarlane’s definition of desire lines in landscapes: “paths and tracks made over time by the wishes and feet of walkers, especially those paths that run contrary to design or planning.”

Chapter word count: ~2.4k

Chapter tags & warnings: none afaik

Note: I said this was going to come out on Sunday, but I became obsessed and couldn’t help finishing early. So you get it early.

Series masterlist part 1 | part 3

2. A foot in the door

“OH! OH! What about Takata?” Bokuto yells excitedly, “He’s responsible!”

Akaashi immediately shoots him down. “I don’t think Takata would want to quit his stable accounting job to do something like this, Kou.”

“Hmm…” Bokuto knocks his head with his fist. “OH! What about Iwasaki? She just quit as one of the MSBY managers recently and she’s really pretty.”

Akaashi shoots him down again. “Iwasaki quit the manager position because she’s 7 months pregnant and wants to stay at home with the baby after it’s born.”

Bokuto pouts into his drink. “You think of someone then Keiji.”

Akaashi wracks his brain, but, “Sorry Kuroo, I don’t think we know anyone that fits the bill.” He smiles apologetically, “But if we do come up with someone, we’ll definitely let you know.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kuroo waves him off, “Tell me what you two have been up to?”

And that’s how ten days fly by with no solution in sight.

Two weeks hadn’t felt quite so urgent when he’d asked for suggestions from Akaashi and Bokuto on day one, but now he’d asked everyone around him for help — Kenma, Yaku, Kai, Daichi…even Lev and Tsukishima — and still nobody fitting had materialized.

You’d think it’d be an easy task to find someone who is 1) trustworthy, and 2) looking for an easy job. There must be thousands of people in Tokyo who meet both those criteria, but strangely, none of his friends knew any of them.

Trustworthiness was actually the easier requirement. Pretty much every potential candidate his friends came up with could be trusted to keep the deal secret from Nishida and the office gossips. Surprisingly, the more difficult requirement has been the job itself. Kuroo didn’t understand at first. After all, this would be perfect for someone just out of college, for example, hoping to save up some money while they search for a more permanent position. But, as Daichi reminded him, most of those bright, young college graduates are looking to break into a new field, and that means meeting and working with people in that field, not spending all day at a dead-end position, even if it’s an easy job with a great salary.

With less than four days left until Nishida’s deadline, the panic is starting to bubble up.

Kuroo dunks his head under the water one last time and steps out of the shower. Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, he pads to the kitchen for his morning coffee — well, noon coffee at this point.

As if on cue, the phone buzzes on the counter as he walks by. He answers without glancing at the screen, using his shoulder to hold the phone against the side of his face. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Iwaizumi.”

Kuroo breaks out in a smile. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“I’m in town for a few days. Want to grab coffee?”

Kuroo might be short on time to resolve this whole assistant issue, but then again, tackling the problem head-on hasn’t been working, so maybe some time away to rethink his approach is just what he needs. Anyway, Iwaizumi doesn’t come back to Japan too often these days. “Of course! Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the address. I’m already here talking to a friend so drop by whenever,” Iwaizumi tells him before hanging up.

An hour later, Kuroo steps through the front door of the cafe. He immediately spots a hulking Iwaizumi facing away and talking with someone he doesn’t recognize. Like Iwaizumi, they’re dressed comfortably in blue jeans and a tank top, soaking up the sun spilling in from the huge windows.

Kuroo grins as he walks up behind Iwaizumi, clapping a hand to his shoulder. “Didn’t think you were the type to pick someone up at a cafe, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi whips around, stammering, “I- no- it’s not like that!” Until he registers who it is. “Oh, Kuroo,” he grumbles, thoroughly unamused.

You giggle at the dozen expressions that flitted across Iwa’s face in that split second. Turning to the stranger, you introduce yourself. “I’m pretty sure his partner would have a few things to say about that. Iwa and I are friends from college.”

Kuroo shakes your outstretched hand. “Kuroo Tetsurou. Iwaizumi and I were volleyball rivals in high school.”

You nod to him as you stand up. “Well, volleyball rival Kuroo-san, it’s nice to meet you. And Iwa, I’m glad we got to catch up a little. Let’s chat again soon?”

Iwaizumi’s arm flies out to block your way. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to impose…”

“You’re not imposing. I’m sure Kuroo doesn’t mind.” Iwaizumi doesn’t bother looking to him for confirmation.

Kuroo shrugs, “Up to you.”

“Such enthusiasm,” you deadpan, but sit back down. “You two go on and order then, I’ll guard our table.”

Iwaizumi gets up to keep Kuroo company and you take the chance to look Kuroo over. Standing next to Iwa, Kuroo looks a touch taller than him (even accounting for the messy hair) and less broad, but still clearly athletic. In the warmth of the cafe, he takes off his bomber jacket, revealing the simple long-sleeve shirt he’s wearing over a pair of black jeans. He definitely knows how to highlight his lean frame, well-built arms, and…you should probably stop ogling his ass.

You quickly tear your eyes away when they spin around. (There was a small tussle at the register as they each clamored to pay. Predictably, Iwa won out.) They’re both engrossed in conversation as they walk back to the table, allowing you to bury your face in your coffee with minimal embarrassment.

You watch amused as the two sit down. You’ve only ever seen Hajime like this with Tooru. Perhaps it’s because Kuroo and Tooru have a similar impish energy. You listen to Kuroo push and prod at Iwa playfully, asking after him and tormenting him in the span of a single phrase. Iwa meanwhile endures the teasing like a veteran, snapping back a few of his own gruff retorts that make Kuroo cackle like a madman.

All the while, the conversation weaves in and out of business.

“Well, work has really kept me busy, but I’m doing fine! How long are you in Tokyo this time?”

“Only a week,” Hajime complains, “but I should be back again soon for a few months to set up the new training regimen.”

Kuroo hums into his coffee. “Think I could get you to help with a JVA promotion?”

“You ask me that every time. But sure. How’s Kenma?” Iwaizumi grunts.

Kuroo wipes some condensation off his glass. “Kenma’s fine. He’s had his nose stuck in a new game for a while now.”

Hajime nods. “And your grandparents?”

“Ah, yea, they’re also doing fine.” His voice sounds lighter than before, but you’re probably just imagining it. You look over at Iwaizumi. Or maybe not, because a soft crease forms on Iwa’s brow.

But as you expect, Iwa doesn’t push him. He lets Kuroo lead the conversation back to work and to his current predicament. “After today, I’ve still got three more days to find someone, so my luck’s not entirely run out yet.”

A thoughtful look crosses Iwaizumi's face.

Oh no, he’s not—

“Weren’t you just telling me you were looking for something temporary?” Iwa asks you.

“Uh, well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

Iwaizumi leans forward, gesturing toward you but addressing Kuroo, “They would be a great asset to the JVA, you know.” Kuroo’s attention swivels to you. “They moved to Japan to get into more literature translation, you know poems, novels, stuff like that, but they’ve got experience with all kinds of Japanese-English translation. We’ve worked together before at post-game interviews and conferences and I’ve always been impressed by their competence and professionalism. Gets along well with the players too. That kind of expertise must be in high demand for an organization like the JVA.”

Turning back to you, Iwa adds, “It sounds like the position doesn’t include many responsibilities, and since you just moved here, this would be a great opportunity to earn some money while you work on getting your foot in the door with the publishers.”

You frown, eyes locked on the empty mug in your hands as if the foamy dregs might form an answer. He’s not wrong, but…

Kuroo eyes you appraisingly. If Iwaizumi is vouching for you, then you’re definitely trustworthy. And he can’t deny that having interpretation experience will come in very handy for the upcoming FIVB meetings, not to mention you definitely sound competent enough to type up some meeting notes. Plus, unlike his other prospects so far, it seems like working as his assistant for now might actually be perfect for your long-term goals…

“Sounds like a great idea!” Kuroo declares.

“…At least give me some time to think about it,” you mutter, intensely aware of their expectant gazes.

“Ok, but let me know by tomorrow night,” Kuroo replies confidently.

You shove another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, ignoring the milk that sloshes off the spoon and splashes back into the bowl. The texture is awful. The flakes are almost completely soggy and spongy after sitting untouched for the past few minutes.

Your mind is elsewhere.

You’d woken up way too early for a Sunday, mind plagued by Kuroo’s offer since the three of you parted ways yesterday afternoon.

You wash the soggy slime off your tongue with a sip of coffee — instant Nescafe, sadly, though you’re wistful for another latte or even an americano.

Maybe writing things out will help you think it through more clearly. You smooth out a piece of used scratch paper and turn it over to draw a simple cross on the page. On the top left, you write PROS and on the top right CONS.

First.

Under PROS, you write easy job. Kuroo made it clear that you wouldn’t have to do much. Aside from showing up every day and sitting at a desk, the only other thing you’d have to do is attend his meetings and type up meeting notes. Like Iwa said, that theoretically leaves you with a lot of time for your own things.

Sighing, you jot too easy? under CONS. An easy job isn’t bad, but it might end up becoming awkward if other people have different expectations of you than Kuroo does. What if his boss gives you extra responsibilities, or wants you to report to him on Kuroo’s schedule? The problem with this arrangement is that it’s vague and hence unpredictable. It may end up turning into a real, full-time job despite your understanding with Kuroo.

Moving on to the thorniest problem.

You add Kuroo under PROS. He’s undeniably attractive, and if Hajime is friends with him, then he’s probably a pretty good guy and a pretty good boss. Under normal circumstances, you’d be thrilled to have some eye candy around and possibly even a hookup at your fingertips, but—

You reluctantly write Kuroo again under CONS. But Kuroo would be your boss. That makes him 10,000% off limits. God forbid you hook up and things go south as they’re wont to do. You’d not only jeopardize your income, you might also jeopardize Kuroo’s job and his friendship with Iwaizumi.

Finally, by far the biggest pro, and you’d saved it for last.

MONEY. You underline it once. The salary is generous, more than generous. (You pull up your bank account balance for what feels like the hundredth time, hoping you might have read the numbers wrong the last 99 times. Nope, still the same.) You haven’t mentioned your dwindling bank account to anyone, but let’s just say you’re not feeling so optimistic now that you’ve been unemployed for four months. So unless you just happen to land a huge project (technically, anything’s possible) like, today (it’s still the morning, so…), with a big advance upfront (ok, that’s never happening), soon you’re not even going to be able to afford cereal and instant coffee.

Who are you kidding? You underline MONEY two more times in resignation. The longer you wait, the closer you’ll get to the point where you’ll have to take literally anything. There’s no way in hell you can turn this down.

You text Kuroo before you can change your mind.

His reply comes almost instantly: Perfect! You can start tomorrow. The address is…

Monday morning, you head into the office for the first time, thanking your nerves for setting your alarm too early and leaving the house with time to spare because figuring out the subway transfers during rush hour ended up being more confusing than you anticipated. Even though you left a half hour early, you arrive with only a minute to collect your thoughts as you ride the elevator up to the 38th floor.

A passing employee directs you to Kuroo’s office door. You smooth down your clothes before knocking quietly and waiting for a “come in.”

“You’re here!”

Kuroo steps out from behind his desk with a relieved smile and you thank the gods you spent the rest of yesterday and one full month’s rent investing in nicer officewear as your eyes travel up from his brown leather oxfords, up along his slim navy suit pants, to the matching navy vest cinching his waist, up the rolled-up sleeves of the white-button down shirt, up the gold polka-dot tie topped with a perfect windsor knot, all the way up to his golden eyes. His hair is still an absolute disaster, but it somehow works together, giving him an aura of charm rather than vanity. Yeah, your old, cheap, ill-fitting tops and suit pants would have been an embarrassment.

“Just in time, too. My first meeting today is in 15 minutes.”

He walks toward you, stopping to stand a little ways away as he continues. (Now that he’s closer, you realize the pattern on his tie isn’t polka dots, but tiny paw prints.) He holds out a hand toward toward the empty desk you passed on your way in. “Why don’t you get set up at the desk and I’ll grab you on my way there? After the meeting, I’ll introduce you to Nishida-san and a few other people around the office.”

He's just close enough that the spicy musk of his cologne tickles the edge of your senses. You’ve been here less than a minute and already you’re tempted to pull him in for a deeper lungful.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

[judgementdaysunshine]

Chapter 13

Leaving the jungle

You toss and turn as you sleep, Damian walks back in from rebandaging his waist to see you locked in the fetal position quietly crying as the nightmare happens. He feels his whole soul ripped out of his body as he slowly puts his hand on your shoulder gently shaking you as your body shakes with sobs as the dream continues until you jump up and your eyes shoot open in fear as you curl your knees to your chest "It felt so real...I" he pulls you to him as you shake and sob hiding your face in the crook of his neck until you slowly feel safe again and fall asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he stares at you asleep, "I'm going to get us home i promise you" he kisses your forehead as he eventually falls asleep until you both wake up that next morning and clean your wounds and rebandage them all until you suddenly hear a loud noise immediately standing still in fear until it is quiet and a voice yells out one that makes both your eyes widen "Guys! Are you here?! The chopper saw the roofs and reported it to us! There's a boat not far away!" you both run out and see the person that neither of you have seen in nine weeks "LAVI!" you both run down and hug her tightly as the boat pulls up and you are taken out and away from the jungle. You both ask Lavi of everything that happened after the two of you went missing and what she tells you not only has the two of you crying and thanking her nonstop but it truly showed that someone cared and wouldn't give up on both of you "I had went to the house that day but you guys were gone so I went on the trail and while I was walking, I heard screaming and the water flooding... I managed to tie myself to a tree with vines and waited before walking ahead and finding two separate effects you two wore, one was a bandana that I had seen him wear and the other was the sunglasses you wore on your head when we met...I just knew something had happened and immediately went back to my place and called search teams, we searched for two weeks before going to a small military camp and explaining how much we needed more help...at first they weren't having any part but after four weeks and when I punched the commander they all quickly agreed to mount multiple searches throughout the jungle" the two of you were in disbelief after hearing her story and after the boat stopped and the two of you were taken through town to the military camp to be helped, you both hugged her tightly before people in town stopped in front of the two of you to give you water and food before an older woman sat in front of you and spoke to you "God truly saved both of you, he knows that one can't live without the other" you smile as you both talk to her and share a hug learning her name was Evita. You both arrive at the military camp and everyone is amazed that not only that the two of you were even found but that you were both alive as the two of you were taken in a tent where doctors and nurses were waiting as lavi stared down the cold hearted commander "I told you they were alive" he rolls his eyes as she stands right in front of him, he speaks in spanish saying something that makes her snap as a nurse opens the tent for the two of you to talk to her when you both see lavi grab and hit the commander with a gun and hold him on the ground "YOU WERE GOING TO LET THEM DIE WITHOUT GIVING A DAMN LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE AND IF ANYONE ISN'T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING I MIGHT AS WELL SINCE I AM THE ONLY REAL DAMN HUMAN HERE" the commander is taken by a law enforcement officer after he cuts lavi's face with a knife and even points a machine gun at her before military officers pull the gun away, she has the cut stitched and you all smile at each other as the officer tells her he would be arrested for multiple charges learning how much the two of you affected lavi and her life.

#into the jungle #wwe x reader #damian priest #wwe #damian priest x reader

[daddy-issues-99]

Starscream with a taller femme reader

1130 words 

When Starscream first met you the first thing he noticed was your height, for a femme you were extremely tall.  Compared to him he was maybe as tall as your shoulder.  Being your superior he still tried to be intimidating but it never seemed to work, as long as you were able to look down upon him he would never be able to get his point across fully.

After a while of being apart of the Decepticons you made your presence known through you fighting skills and physical appearance, you were very intimidating and you used this to your advantage.  The vehicons knew not to mess with you and Megatron knew he could rely on you.  Starscream however didn't know what to think of you.  For him it was a mixture of hatred and fascination.  How could someone get this far ahead all because of physical appearance?  Sure Megatron is intimidating by how big he is but it still doesn't make since.  For the next few cycles you were all he could think about.

You had gotten a call from Megatron to come to the controle room for an assignment with some of the vehicons to check up on an energon mine that the Autobots had invaded.  You got to the control room to be meet with Megatron and...Starscream?  “Ah, Y/N finally you've arrived, you have a new mission and Starscream will be accompanying you to see how to actually complete a simple task.”  He said while giving Starscream a look of annoyance.  Starscream refused to look at you not willing to damage his pride anymore that it was.  “Shall we?” you said gesturing too the door.  Starscream groaned and followed you out wondering how he got stuck partnered with you.

You two had finally managed to get to the energon mine where the vehicons were already working on repairing the damage.  You both walked in and tried to figure out what would be the best way to get the place up and functioning the quickest.  “Could be worse” you said looking at Starscream waiting for a response but all you got was a disapproving groan.  At this point you were annoyed, he could at least give a response.  “Are you gonna say something or just sulk the whole time were here?”  You asked looking down at him with an irritated stare.  Starscream looked baffled.  How dare someone of a lower rank talk to their superior like that!

“You have no right to speak to a superior officer like that! I shouldn't even be paired with someone of your level, its practically insulting!” Starscream tried to look tall while yelling but failed miserably.  He stood there waiting for your response and started to get nervous and it showed.  You were silent, no reaction to his outburst and it made him regret even saying a word.  

After what seemed like hours of silence Starscream finally saw a change in your face but not a good one, you smirked.  Slowly you started walking closer to him still with the mischievous look on your face until Starscream was backed into the wall.  You raised your right arm to the wall blocking him from escaping and stared him in the eye.  Starscream tried to put you back in your place but to no success and all that remained was a stuttering mess of a bot.  You used your other hand to grab his chin so he was looking you in the face and you managed to see the light blue of blush forming on his face.  “Tell me this Screamer, if your my superior officer why do I have you pinned to the wall at my command?”  

Starscream said nothing.  You leaned in just far enough to touch his audio receptor.  “That’s what I thought.”  you barley said it over a whisper but even that was enough to make Starscream weak at the knees.  You backed away from Starscream and walked away to start heading back to the Nemesis and Starscream had only one thing on his mind. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

After this event it was typical for you to tease Starscream like this on the daily and after many long days of this he finally had enough.  After everyone had gone back to their assigned rooms he marched down to where yours was ready to take a stand.  He finally got to your door and only then realized how anxious he was, he didn't have a plan or even know what to say but it was to late to back out now.  You finally answered the door interrupting his thoughts and gave a surprised look when you saw it was Starscream.  “Starscream, its ate what are you doing here?” you said giving a tired smile.

Starscream lost all words as soon as he looked up and saw that simple smile.  After a few seconds of trying to figure out what to say the only thing he managed to think was ‘its now or nothing’.  He grabbed the side of your face plate and brought your face down to his level even though he still had to stand on hid tippytoes to reach and kissed you.  You were surprised but melted into the kiss.

After what seemed like only seconds of contact you moved back while caressing his faceplate giving a satisfied look.  You were both a bushing mess at this point but it was worth it.  You moved to grab his servo and pulled him into your bedroom and shut the door.  Confused Starscream looked up at you and saw that smile that had been taunting him for the past few months.  “My berths big enough for two if you wanna stay” you said while squeezing his servo.

Starscream nodded and you two walked over to the berth.  You laid down first and pulled him down onto you so he was laying on top of you, he was a blushing mess.  You leaned yo and kissed his faceplate and gave him a reassuring look.  You both laid down and began to relax in each others arms.  You felt Starscream was still a little tense and slowly began to caress his back and wing struts, at first he didn’t know how to react.  He’s not used to physical tough other than the hits he receives from Megatron but after a few moments he was fully relaxed and after years of abuse he finally felt safe.

Starscream had never been given this type of affection before but realized he never wanted to loose it.  Now fully laid out on top of you he drifted off to sleep in your arms and for the first time in his life he felt truly cared for.  “I love you Starscream”, “I love you too Y/N”. 

#transformers prime #starscream #tfp headcanons #tfp #starscream x reader #fluff #transformers