#yeah i'm watching midnight diner

[black-hole--sun]

on my way to quit everything and open a midnight diner in tokyo

#yeah i'm watching midnight diner #lol #laugh now cry later #midnight diner tokyo stories

[yerimbrit]

lovergirl : m. danielle

synopsis: even after she left you, you still came crawling back.

# : pairing ! danielle marsh x gn!reader

# : tags ! angst with a happy?? ending, this is set in like 2026, i'm... sorry(?)

# : wordcount ! 3.6k

# : warnings ! none i think just swearing

do you know why you're at the airport?

you're 21. she's probably 21 around this time too, since her birthday was last month. you wonder where she is now, if she's doing well. but knowing her, she's probably thriving, unlike you, stuck behind deadlines and finals.

you see her everywhere. not just on billboards, advertisements, and songs, but also in the little things around your neighborhood. the small candy shop around the corner, where your parents took you and her when you behaved. the local family-owned diner, where you and her stopped by on the weekends. the playground that connected to the park in the heart of the city, where you and her played on the swings after curfew.

instead of elation that hit you when you saw these things, though, it was bittersweet nostalgia. 

...she didn't even say bye before she left.

it's not like you could blame her, though. she knew that you would convince her to stay, to not leave you alone because she was your everything. that you would take her hands in yours and look at her like she puts the stars in the sky, whispering sweet nothings into her ears like the world was going to end after midnight.

she wasn't there for graduation. or at least, you didn't see her there—she was promoting her first comeback album, or so you've heard. you'd muted nearly everything that had to do with her. it was cruel, you know that, because she hasn't even done anything wrong. but it was for the sake of your heart. you never did get to confess to her properly.

sheltering your heart was the least you could do, in the process of recovering from your heartbreak. but if you knew if you saw her again, that shell would be broken instantly.

so no, you don't know why you're at the airport, on the way to seoul to go to some fansign that you heard about just two weeks ago. 

the air of the crowded gate is suffocating, a reminder of how you felt whenever a video of her showed up on your for you page before you blocked the fan account and muted all the tags.

you breathe in, hearing a familiar-sounding laugh behind you, and you whip around only to see two random strangers talking to each other. 

'not good,' you grit your teeth. if you saw her right now you would've broke down. 

cacophonies of conversation between the crowd rang in your ears, and you groan, covering them. you couldn't wait to get on the plane so you could put on the noise-canceling headphones that you'd bought specifically for this 14 hour flight.

thankfully, your wishes were granted, and you were allowed entry onto the plane. it was a cheap economy seat—you were still a student, after all. your parents offered to pay when you told them you were going to korea, but by then you'd already bought the ticket. 

two hours in and it hits you that you're an idiot. a big idiot. you know nothing about the group she's in. buying multiple albums to go to a fansign for a group known worldwide, without even knowing the names of the members? 

you pull up their page on kprofiles and start reading, assimilating yourself with the world of... kpop. yeah. you've never bothered with kpop, even though she was an idol. it's not like you hated it, you just didn't bother getting into it. plenty of your friends were avid listeners, pouring details after details about their favorite groups to you, and that was fine. you didn't mind.

'kim minji,' you read to yourself. 22, the oldest... representative animal is a bear... yeah, you can see it. the next was hanni, the vietnamese-australian member of the group. two aussies? what a coincidence.

you read on, studying each member thoroughly before moving to the next. you make a note to watch videos on youtube about them when you get to the hotel. you read about haerin and hyein, the youngest members, then scroll back up to the member you skipped.

'danielle marsh.' 

you knew what she looked like already because of how popular the group was, but…

'she still looks the same after all these years.'

the same smile, the same eyes. you wonder if anyone else has ever seen the way her eyes twinkle under the moonlight after dark.

'hobbies: drawing, listening to music, swimming... guess she's the same girl after all.'

your seatmate nudges your shoulder, and you almost jump. "hey, are you interested in newjeans?"

he looks at you excitedly. he seemed about the same age, maybe a bit younger than you. figured there'd be at least one of their fans here. why'd you have to get seated next to one of them?

"um," you hum, "something like that."

you don't bother to tell him about your past with one of the members, or the fact that you bought albums for a chance to see them without any knowledge of who they were, because it was none of his business. god knows what would happen if you told him the truth.

he starts blabbering about how he was a fan since debut, and you tune him out, closing your eyes and putting on your headphones. it's not like he noticed, anyway. maybe you can catch up on some sleep you missed while studying.

you dream of her during your impromptu nap, waking up with tears in your eyes. the guy next to you stopped talking too, fortunately. at that rate, you thought he would've continued after the flight. 

you check the time on your phone. surprisingly, a few hours have passed, and the flight is almost over. you must've passed out completely once you shut your eyes. the flight attendant comes by to remind you to unplug your phone from the power outlet, and you patiently wait for your plane to land.

one look outside and you could see fluffy white clouds perfectly set in the air, like a painting or piece of art you could find on social media. you swear you see a rabbit shaped cloud. or maybe you've been staring too hard.

("look, y/n! doesn't that one look like a bunny?

"nah, it's definitely a cat. where are you getting bunny?"

"where are you getting cat? it's most definitely a bunny!"

"okay, okay, fine. you're right, it does look like a bunny, dani."

"see? told ya!")

'fuck,' you shake your head. you try to think about something else. the seat in front of you. the loud sound of the airplane taxiing on the runway. the aircraft marshaller directing said plane.

breathe in. one, two, three, four, five. breathe out. one, two, three, four, five.

you and your seatmate get up to exit the plane, and he flashes a polite smile at you. you offer a tight-lipped one back. the aisleway is cramped, as it always is when you fly economy, and you bump into some people. there's a gross spark of electricity every time you brush shoulders with someone, and you shiver, suddenly reminded of the need to shower when you check in to your room.

the first thing you notice when you step into the airport from the ramp is that there are many products with an idol's face plastered on the front. twice on a candy bag, bts on a bag of chips, le sserafim on a sports drink... the list goes on. it's like they worshipped these people.

...whatever makes them happy.

a crowd comes stampeding towards your direction, causing your survival instincts to kick in. you take refuge in a nearby gift shop to avoid them. the airport was already loud, but the noise increased once the crowd came bursting through.

"minji-ssi, look here!"

"hanni! i love you!"

"please do a heart pose with haerin, danielle!"

"hyein-ssi, over here please!"

your hand twitches. it's not like they were going to see you, but you inconspicuously make your swift escape anyway. there's a bittersweet twist in your stomach at the mention of her name.

instinctively, you whip your head around just in time to make eye contact with her. her mouth is agape and her eyes are widened, and she looks as if she were going to say something, but you turn back around and start power walking to the nearest exit.

does she still remember you? maybe she does, considering the expression she made when you two met eyes. and you can't help but to think, 'does she miss me?'

does she think of you the way you think about her, 24/7, 365 days a year? does she remember the memories you made together, all those years ago? and does she treat them like precious jewels in a well-kept box, or like a constant reminder of what could've been, like you do?

but you also can't help but to think about how beautiful she looked. she's matured, something that you could only sense outside of the pictures provided by the internet. and she holds herself in a poised manner with an air of elegance, but also with a sense of cheeriness and innocence well-placed.

it has been 6 years since you have seen danielle in person.

6 years since you have lost the light of your life.

and you would do anything to change that fact, but, alas, it would never come.

you think you've memorized all the members by now, binging videos of them for three days straight. of course, you went out and explored, since you were in a foreign country, but even when you were out you were still trying to learn everything you could about the group that she's in.

the night before the meeting, you don't sleep well. you wake up on your back, sweating, because you've just had a nightmare. a nightmare where you reunite with her, but she said that she never liked you, and walked away. with every step you took, the distance between you two only increased.

wiping your sweat, you take a few gulps of water from the bottle on the nightstand, taking deep breaths to try and calm your heart. it's around 7 am, looking at the digital clock on the table. the meeting starts at 12, and you have to get there by 11 before it gets too busy for you to even get in.

you walk over to the bathroom with a sense of dread, intending to take a refreshing shower to clear your head.

(it did not help. your mind remains clouded with thoughts of her. impending doom awaits you in four and a half hours.)

not knowing what else to do since you woke up too early, you get dressed and go for a walk. there's a nice, humble café two blocks down the street from your hotel, and you get a warm welcome when you walk through the doors of the establishment. the bells chime in a familiar tune, lifting your spirits ever so slightly.

of all the places you've been to since landing in korea, more than half of them have played at least one newjeans song as background music. and, lucky for you, this one is not. although it is a bit jarring to hear smooth jazz rather than the energetic voices of the girls you've been seeing everywhere.

the café is mostly quiet, aside from the clacking of the dishes and the soft chatter of the few customers also spending their morning here. you mark it as somewhere to visit again, if you ever come back to korea.

with every sip of coffee, there's an added chill to combat the blazing heat that the sun is emitting outside. the sun reminded you of her, who shines just like the sun that breathes us life. the moodmaker between the two of you, who cheered you on even on days where it felt hopeless.

but the iced beverage also filled you with energy, giving you confidence to make it through the big obstacle of the day. (and also the entire reason you even came all this way) you could face her. it's been 6 years. and, well, if it doesn't go well, then at least you'll have an excuse to never come back.

with newfound courage, you exit the café with long strides and return to your hotel room, preparing for the journey ahead. a charger, cash, and a water bottle are all secured in your small crossbody bag.

it's 10:15.

your uber comes in around 10 minutes, and you decide to wait outside in the front to save time.

the drive from the hotel to the venue is about 30 minutes. during that time, you listen to the playlist full of newjeans songs that you made on the day you landed, and take a brief power nap. 'hurt' is the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.

you don't feel like you belong here. there's dozens, maybe around a hundred fans talking amongst themselves. from your limited korean, you could tell they were talking about their excitement for the fansign that's about to start in 15 minutes. you really wish you could share the feeling, even though you tried to get into them for three days straight.

a fan approaches you, tapping your shoulder, and you jolt. what is with people and sneaking up on you?

"hey!" oh, they're speaking in english. that makes this easier for you.

"hey," you echo, waving to them. upon closer look, you could see that their tote bag is decked out in merch, from keychains to stickers and a... hanni photocard? you think it's hanni. it's hard to tell when they change their hair colors every comeback.

they notice you staring, and smile at you. then they reach into their bag and pull out a clear goodie-bag containing some stickers and a lomo card.

"would you like one? i ran out of the others, sadly, but i do have hanni and danielle," they say, pulling out another bag which you presume has the other member mentioned.

the iridescent glow of the transparent bag shimmers in your eyes, and you blink. "oh," you start, "i think i'll have hanni."

the goods are handed to you, and you exchange friendly goodbyes. you wistfully look at the card inside the bag, mixed feelings swirling in your gut. it's for the better.

you have a couple more interactions with other fans, some giving you freebies like the first one, and some enthusiastically chatting to you about the group. your initial feelings of discomfort, are, admittedly, still there, but there's an added layer of pleasantness on top now.

weaving through the crowd to get to your assigned seat, you clutch the strap of your new tote bag containing all the things fellow(?) fans have given you.

the tote was another one of the things given, and you think the design is pretty neat, with a nicely placed logo and slogan in a chic style. you might actually use it after today, too.

the announcer calls for the fansign to commence, and five girls file in from a side entrance, their managers and bodyguards following alongside. immediately, the venue erupts in cheers from the audience, shouting affectionate phrases to the members, similar to what happened at the airport.

influenced by the majority, you cheer as well, although it was cut short when you realized that internally you were so out of place.

the group begins with some simple conversation starters, such as 'how are you' and 'have you eaten?' with as much energy as when they came in. you don't exactly know what's happening, so you sit and wait patiently for the event to start. everything seems so daunting.

finally, after around 5 minutes of greetings, the actual signing is starting. you're seated in the middle, which works out in your favor; not one of the first ones to come up and have to face her, but also not one of the last ones and lose your courage. you watched the interactions, the delusion-inducing actions that each of the girls provided, and the poses that they did together. the people around you were either taking videos, pictures, or excitedly talking to their friends beside them.

as the amount of rows in front of you remaining to go up and talk to the girls dwindles down, your heart sped up, thudding against your chest. an even bigger sense of dread instills in you, legs unmoving when the row directly in front of you comes back to sit down. you get nudged by the person next to you to move, and you shakily bring yourself to apologize and get a move on.

what would her reaction be? would she be shocked? happy? maybe mad, because if she actually wanted for you to be involved in her life all this time she would've said goodbye to you, or kept in touch. maybe you should just leave. you got yourself in this whole predicament, anyway. no one even told you to do it.

your palms are sweaty as you make your way down the velvet stairs, and you wipe your hands on your pants in nervousness and fear. eventually, the line slows down once your row reaches the table that the girls are sitting at, and you take it as a chance to try to relax.

breathe in.

five things you can see. seats, the person in front of you, the ground you are standing on, the album that you're holding to get signed (in your extensive research, people usually brought theirs to be signed on), and the table that seems so close yet so far from you. okay.

breathe out.

four things you can touch. the album, your shirt and jacket, and the bracelet on your wrist.

in...

three things you can hear. the increasingly obnoxious whirring sound of the air conditioning, the buzz of the audience, and...

fuck.

"hey, how are you?" a somewhat familiar voice asks. you say somewhat because you've only heard her voice in videos. you find yourself now kneeling in front of minji, the oldest member of the group. she's a lot prettier up close, all of them are, but it's a bit jarring to suddenly see her with your own eyes.

you clear your throat, blinking rapidly to try to focus yourself on the girl. "i'm, i'm gooth-"

...you bit your tongue. you try to laugh it off, awkward giggles slipping from your lips, and thankfully she joins you in laughing.

"that's good," she smiles, and it puts you at ease. no wonder people idolize these girls. she signs the front of the album, asks about your life, and you tell her about your school and how you're a newer fan. she waves at you with another gummy smile once your two minutes are up.

the next is haerin, who is the more reserved and quiet member of the group. there's a pair of cat ears sitting on her head, probably a gift from one of the previous fans, and she blinks at you owlishly, almost like she knew you, before a small smile settles on her face.

it is slightly unsettling, but the more you converse with her the more that feeling dissolves. she really is reserved, and the two of you exchange witty remarks with knowing grins. she signs your album just before the two minute mark.

hyein is super friendly, very high energy. you feel like she'd be a great person to be around on any given day. your conversation with her is mostly centered around food, and how she wants to visit australia again once you mentioned where you're from. she signs the album in the middle of your discussion about the best korean foods to try during your stay.

your time with hyein ends with a staring contest. (she won) and you give her a handshake after, joking about how you would win the next time. you think the sparkles in her eyes are very endearing.

hanni signs your album as soon as you set it down on the table. she's a very likable person in general; you think you could've been friends with her if she went to the same school as you. you also share the same music taste, spending your time together talking about the latest sza album and comparing hand sizes (yours were bigger, unsurprisingly)

but nothing could prepare you for the girl at the end of the table. her laugh rings in your ear from diagonally across from you, and you get a splitting headache. you mask it well enough for hanni not to notice, though, and you're able to finish the interaction smoothly.

how could anyone ever hate danielle? definitely not you. as much as you had reasons to hate her, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so much as dislike or be angry towards her. instead, you just drowned yourself in your sorrow and confusion.

she's perfect. the exact opposite of you, and yet she stayed with you until she didn't. those memories that you have together, they're so engraved in your mind, and you don't even know if she feels the same.

you slide over to the next slot, keeping your head down as you placed your album back onto the table.

heartbeat thudding in your chest. cold sweat running down your cheek. teeth biting your lip. is this the end for you? because it sure does feel like it.

when you finally do look up, and make eye contact with danielle, it feels like time has slowed even though it's really only been five seconds. her expression is mirroring yours: widened eyes, lips slightly parted. you gulp.

tears well in the corner of her eyes, and fuck everything, because you made her cry.

she blinks them away, and clears her throat, taking a second to regain her composure, and timidly calls out to you.

"y/n?"

a/n : 🤗 not the best at writing angst i hope this is ok !

#newjeans x reader #newjeans #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #mo jihye x reader #danielle newjeans #danielle marsh newjeans #gxg #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #newjeans imagines

[loveysloveclub]

you are in love - rutger mcgroarty

in which, it's the moment when you realise you are in love and the moment rutger realises he is in love.

you and rutger had only been dating for a couple of months, but there was something you felt towards him that you had never felt towards other boyfriends before. you often found yourself wanting to spend every waking minute with him, which is why you had said yes when he asked to hang out during the late hours of the night.

he had picked you up from your dorm building, but had refused to tell you where he was taking you.

"you can ask as many times as you want, but i'm not telling you." he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel of his car. "then i'm calling the police and crying that i've been kidnapped." you joked, picking up your phone. rutger scoffed before stealing your phone and throwing it into the backseat.

"you came here willingly, don't lie now, jords."

you simply hummed in response, watching as you pulled up to a 24 hour diner that you had never seen before. "you do know there's a diner closer to campus, right?" you asked as you jumped out of the car, meeting up with rutger at the front of the vehicle as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"yeah, but this is my spot. i've never had better pancakes."

you heart swelled at the idea of him showing you his spot. biting the inside of your cheek in order to stop the smile that threatened to overtake your features, you allowed rutger to guide you into the diner.

you took a seat at an unoccupied booth, rutger sliding into the seat next to you and wordlessly picking up a menu.

you placed your head on his shoulder tiredly, it being well passed midnight by now, as you both read the menu. your eyes flickered through all the different foods, humming whenever rutger pointed out something that looked good. you ended up letting him order for you, being far too tired to even process the hundreds of foods on the menu.

since you two were probably the only ones in the diner, the food came out pretty quickly. one moment you were resting your eyes and the next, there was a pile of pancakes on a plate in front of you.

rutger had his own pile, but he clearly liked yours more since he kept stealing bites when he thought you weren't looking. "stop being sneaky." you told the boy, fighting off his fork with your own, but he was persistent as he stole the chunk of pancake you had on your own fork.

you gasped dramatically, turning to face the boy who seemed to be looking everywhere but you. you had tried to be mad, but it was difficult when he somehow had gotten whipped cream on his forehead.

you laughed at the boy before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you, you swiped the whipped cream off with your finger before wiping it off your finger with a napkin. his face shied with embarrassment before scooping some whipped off your pancake and placing it on the corner of your lip.

you deadpanned at the childlike boy, "what are you, five?"

you reached to grab another napkin, but your hand was slapped away. "don't worry, i got it."

your heart swelled once more at rutger leaned in and connected his lips with yours. and that's when you realised.

you were in love.

sundays were one of the only days rutger had off from both hockey and school, which is why he demanded you sleep over ever saturday night. he liked waking up next to you and forcing you to stay in bed with him all day, and then, on the rare occasion, dragging you to his secret diner (that he refused to tell anyone else about) to get some pancakes.

so, when he woke up that sunday morning and you were no longer in the bed next to him, he felt himself deflate. the boy huffed before shuffling out and into the kitchen, where you stood in nothing but his shirt cooking something on the stove. your back was facing him, allowing him to sneak up behind and snake his arms around your waist.

you jumped slightly, but calmed when you realised it was just your boyfriend.

"a little warning, next time." you teased, turning your head to give him a chaste kiss before returning your attention back to the stovetop.

"whatcha making?" rutger asked, his head rested in the crook of your neck. "pancakes." you sung happily.

"do you know how to make pancakes?" rutger teased, his eyebrows raising. you elbowed him in the stomach, "of course i know how to make pancakes, asshole."

"then why does soemthing smell like its burning?" rutger shot back, stepping away from you as your eyes dropped to the pancake cooking in the pan. "shit, shit, shit." you mumbled to yourself as you flipped the pancake, cringing at the charred black exterior.

you heard rutger laugh from behind you, spinning on your heel to glare at him. "you distracted me." you accused. rutger didn't deny your accusation before grabbing his car keys. "come on, i know a place."

your eyes lit up at the mention of your secret spot, to which only you and rutger shared before runnign down the hall. "let me put pants on!" you yelped as you slid to a stop, your socked feet proving to be hazardous on the wooden floor.

rutger laughed as he watched you disappear into his room, his heart full of an unknown emotion. and that's when he realised.

he was in love.

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #umich hockey #umich wolverines #umich imagine #umich blurbs

[mrsbarnesxxx]

saw you wanted requests, and i was just thinking abt how reader would make dinner every night and what if bucky isn’t used to these kind of family diners and just isn’t used to this kind of food at all, maybe bucky x reader or somt 💜💜

A/n: Thank you so much! Ugh thinking about Bucky slowly learning to accept love again after everything he's been through has my heart! I just know some part of him would secretly love it. I'm not sure I'm happy with this, but here it is.

Warnings: brief mention of Bucky's past, tooth-rotting fluff, my housewife kink might have come through...sorry

The two of you had met after he came back from Wakanda. You were always nice to him despite everything he had done. Slowly, with a lot of nagging from Steve, he had asked you out. Since then, things have been going smoothly for the last 4 months, you moved in with him just a week ago.

"Hey, you're home late." You smile as he walks through the door. He's shocked that you're up, it's well past midnight, probably close to 2 or 3 in the morning.

"What are you doing up?" He asks shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the rack by the door.

"What do you mean what am I doing up?" You laugh walking to him. "I was waiting for you. You didn't say when you'd be home."

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"No worries. I made dinner, are you hungry?" You ask walking to the fridge.

"What?" He asks brows furrowed in confusion at your soft tone.

"Are you hungry?" You ask pulling the leftovers out of the fridge. He expected you'd be asleep, but once he saw you were awake, he thought you'd yell. He thought you'd lecture him and tell him never to do it again, but instead, you offered him a sweet smile and a home-cooked meal.

"Uh...yeah. Thanks." He says walking towards the kitchen counter where the food is.

The second time it happened was just as shocking as the first. He had been home all day doing some work for a mission he was going on with Sam.

"Hey, I'm home." You call walking into the small apartment you share with Bucky.

"Hey." He calls back from the couch.

"How's lasagna sound for dinner? My mom used to make it for my dad all the time and I haven't had it in years. So I was thinking I'd make it for dinner tonight, that okay?" You ask taking the groceries out of the bag and placing them onto the counter.

"You don't have to cook. We can just go out." Bucky says walking towards you, confused as this is the second time this week you've set out to make him dinner.

"I want to cook. Besides, my mom's lasagna is the best lasagna ever!" You argue with a smile, grabbing onto his arms to lift yourself up on your tip toes to press a soft peck against his lips.

"You want to cook?" He asks brows furrowed as he watches you move around the kitchen.

"Of course I do. I want it to feel homey. Before I moved in, what did you eat?"

"Usually just takeout, leftovers from takeout." He shrugs.

"Exactly, you never really moved in because you don't think you're staying here." You explain. "You're free, Buck. You get a second chance at this life, so make the most of it. You deserve to be happy, despite your past. You deserve to have a life, a family, a home. So let me make your house feel like a home. Let me in, Buck. Let me love you."

He smiles, looking at his whole world before he nods once, "Okay." He whispers.

#mrsbarnesxxx #mbxxrequests #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[southerngothicchic]

Edge of Night

This is a continuation of 'Clear, Blue Morning,' but can also be read as a standalone

18+

Quiet giggles travel throughout the half empty diner as Gator nuzzles his nose against your neck. He was quick to slide into your side of the booth, after he finished eating, as he was overcome with the need to be close to you. He places little kisses under your jaw, humming softly as he inhales the sweet scent of your skin.

You sigh his name while playfully pushing him away.

"You do realize we're in public, right?" You ask, with a laugh.

"That's not gonna stop me from kissin' ya," he replies, looking up at you, his gorgeous eyes shining with infatuation.

"I'm the law in these parts, remember? I can virtually do whatever I want..." he says, leaning up, so his lips are level with yours.

"...with whoever I want..."

His hand cups your cheek, a smirk playing on his lips, before he kisses you, sweetly.

You smile, as your fingers curl around the collar of his jacket.

"Do you work tonight?" You softly ask, against his lips.

He nods. "Yeah, another overnight shift. You?"

"I'm off, so you could totally come by afterward and crawl into bed with me," you reply, as he inhales sharply.

"How would I get in?" He asks, with a smirk.

"I'll give you my spare key."

"You already trust me that much?"

"Well, we're dating now, so..." you remind, as he nods again.

"Right, yeah," he agrees, making you giggle.

"You're cute," you then lament.

He scrunches his nose before you lean in to kiss him.

When he drops you off, back at your house, he walks you to the door and you tell him to wait while you hurry inside. After you reappear, you tell him to hold out his hand.

With a grin, he does so and you place a silver key in his palm. You then close his fingers around it and look up at him. He holds your gaze before looking to his hand, then back to you. He slips the key into his pocket then pulls you to him.

"See ya tonight, gorgeous," he breathes, against your lips.

He kisses you so deeply, neither one of you want it to end. Reluctantly, he pulls away and strolls back to his cruiser. You watch as he drives away, with a dumb, lovesick smile on your face.

You spend the next few hours getting some much needed sleep, as your exhaustion finally caught up with you.

As afternoon turns into evening, you busy yourself with little chores around the house. Gator's also been texting you off and on, telling you how much he missed you and how he couldn't wait to get his hands on you again.

You exchange increasingly flirty texts until he tells you he would be away from his phone for a while.

Hours pass without a reply, and you try not to worry. You tell yourself he's fine just busy. Around midnight, you decide to get ready for bed. You opt for different sleepwear tonight, as you slip into a dainty, satin nightgown. As you stand admiring yourself in the mirror, you imagine Gator's hands running along your sides, then gripping your hips. You then wonder how you're going to make it until he gets there, because you need him now.

As you climb into bed, you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You reach over and see your boyfriend's finally texted you back. He apologizes for going ghost and reiterates how much he can't wait to see you. You tell him it's ok and that you wish he was already there, as you're feeling very needy.

You can practically hear him groaning through the phone, as he warns you not to say stuff like that because he's already so hard just from the thought of you waiting for him in bed.

You turn off your bedside lamp and curl up under the covers, as you keep texting. Eventually, you fall asleep, with your phone slipping out of your hand and laying next to you.

Around five in the morning, Gator parks in your driveway. Remnants of snow and ice crunch under his boots, as he makes his way up to your front porch. He fishes the key from his pocket and unlocks the door.

Once inside, he makes sure he relocks the door, before taking off his boots. Much like earlier that day, he takes off all his gear and sets it on the couch. He then quietly walks down the short hallway, to your room.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark room as he steps through the doorway. He saunters to the bed and stands next to it, as he can see your silhouette laying before him.

His desire takes over as he begins taking off his clothes. Once he's completely naked, he slips into bed, next to you. You're laying with your back to him, so he wraps himself around you, with his lips pressing to the back of your neck.

His skin still has a slight chill from the night air and it makes you shudder as he nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Its just me, baby," he whispers, his lips now at your ear.

"Mmm, I missed you," you sleepily say, as you reach for his hands.

"I missed you, too."

You bring his right hand up to your lips but pause when you feel a bandage around his knuckles.

"What happened to your hand?" You ask, turning your head to the side.

"A guy owed me some money and got real mouthy about it, so I had to rough him up a little," he casually explains, while you sigh.

"Gator..."

"Relax, I didn't kill him or anything, just taught him a lesson about who he's dealin' with," he adds, while you turn over, to face him.

"Must you resort to violence as a means to solve things?"

"Sometimes it's the only way, at least that's how it is for us," he informs, while cradling your face. "But you don't need to worry about it, because nothing's gonna happen to me or you, I promise."

You look at him warily, as you let him kiss you.

"I just don't like seeing you hurt..." you whisper, against his lips, reaching up to place your hand over his.

"Comes with the territory I'm afraid," he replies, while you sleepily frown.

"I know," you pout, as he gently maneuvers you onto your back.

"Let me give you something else to think about, darlin'..." he breathes, into another kiss.

You whimper into it as you feel him pressing his body to yours. Your legs also instinctively spread, ready to accommodate his hips between them.

"Still so needy, huh?" He asks, with a smirk.

You nod, taking his hand and slipping it under your nightgown.

"That's how it's been all night," you say, as he collects your arousal on the pads of his fingertips.

He moans before kissing you roughly. Your fingers comb through the loose strands of hair that fall around his face, and slightly pull, illiciting another breathy moan from him.

"Fuck, I wanna come home to you every night..." he breathily reveals. "I wanna have you waitin' for me in bed, just like this, waitin' for me to fuck you..."

You whimper in response as he trails wet kisses down your neck, to your chest. You arch into his kiss as he pulls down the straps of your nightgown. He drags his tongue across the top of your breast, before sucking the first of many lovebites into your skin.

You sigh his name with each breath as he lavishes your breasts with his affections.

"You want me, honey?" He asks, glancing up at you.

"I've wanted you all night, please...." you whine, while he grins.

"Then I shouldn't keep ya waitin'," he says as he pushes himself into you with one, harsh thrust.

"Oh, fuck..." he exhales, almost crushing you under his weight.

Your eyes close and your lips part with a silent scream, before you plead for him to move.

"So desperate for me..." he taunts, as he begins thrusting into you. "Really missed my dick that much?"

"Yes," you sigh, dramatically throwing your head back against the pillow.

Every pretty sound that falls from your lips inflates his ego even more.

"I know you have," he grunts, hovering his face over yours. "Shit, pussy's so good, so fuckin' good..."

Your hands cradle his face again and guide him into a messy kiss. He struggles to kiss you back as he vigorously fucks you.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He pants, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours.

"Fuck, yes..." you breathe, your eyes rolling back as he fucks you deeper than any man ever has.

"Been waitin' all night for me to ruin ya, huh?"

You nod, eyes watering, as you cling to him even tighter.

"You're so fuckin' perfect," he then whispers, against your lips.

His name then leaves your lips in an elongated moan as he sends you over the edge.

"So fuckin' perfect..." he echoes, as he keeps fucking you.

You press kisses all over his face once your orgasm washes over you. He feels a rush of emotion in that moment, with his deeper feelings threatening to tumble clumsily from his lips. He can't help himself as he moans your name, along with a profession of love, as he fills you with every drop of him. You question whether or not you heard him correctly until he says it again.

"I love you," he breathes, his voice tired and low. "I love you so fuckin' much."

He leans up and gazes at you, and even in the darkened room, you can see the love in his eyes.

"Oh, Gator," you smile, pressing your palm to his cheek. "I love you, too."

This is such a new feeling for him, having someone reciprocate his feelings and making him feel like he's actually wanted. He blinks away tears before he kisses you, softly.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" He then quietly asks.

"Of course, tonight and every night," you reply, gently running your nails along his scalp.

His eyes close, at the feeling, before he pulls out of you and lays at your side. He's quick to wrap you in his arms, with your head resting on his chest.

"I've never felt like this about a girl before..." he begins, causing you to raise your head and look at him. "I'm gonna marry you someday."

"You really love me that much?" You ask, in slight disbelief.

"Yeah, I want you to be mine forever, and have my kids and stuff," he answers, reaching to cup your cheek.

"And here I thought you weren't the sentimental type..." you joke, as you lean into his touch.

"I'm a changed man because of you, honey," he smiles, before pulling you into a kiss.

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You, Joe Burrow, and the ABCs

A! Adorable.

The first time Joe laid eyes on you, he thought you were absolutely adorable. Watching you run around the Bengals workout room trying to get accustomed to your new job. Job tossed a towel over his shoulder, making his way over to you.

"You okay, newbie?"

"No. Can you tell me which level is the hydrotherapy level?" You ask, flustered.

"Three. I'll take you there." Joe smirks following you to the elevator. You shy away and press 3. Joe chuckles.

"Joe Burrow. You must be my AT since mine is on paternity leave." Joe holds out his hand, and you feel embarrassed. The truth is you are bad with faces and names. How could you not recognize Joe fucking Burrow?

"I'm sorry. It's my first day, and I'm running late. I'm sorry, Mr.Burrow." You say apologetically. Joe shakes his head.

"Call me Joe. It's fine. I'm looking forward to working together." Joe says as the elevator door opens. He puts his arm out, holding the door for you to exit first. Once you're in front of him, Joe can't help but take a glance at your ass.

"Damn." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?" You turn around.

"I said this way." Joe nods to a room around the corner. You follow him to the room. During the session, Joe makes flirtatious marks, but you brush it off, thinking he's just being nice. Let's just say you weren't the brightest when it came to things like that.

"How does that feel?" You ask, massaging his calf.

"Amazing. Likke you."

"Aww, thanks."

"We should exchange numbers."

"Right.Sorry. I'll make sure to get it before I leave. I'm on call, so just message me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you today, Joe." You reply, helping him sit up. You give him a weak smile, and Joe bites his lip. Adorable.

B! Boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Joe asks, watching you hang up your phone. You've been working with Joe for two months now, and things have been good. Joe is the nicest client you've had so far. During your internship with the Giants, you met a few assholes.

"My boyfriend. He just wanted to know when I would be back. You played well today, but I want you to rest that ankle."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh? You never talk about him." Joe says.

"There's nothing to really say. He's a great guy. We've been together since college."

"No ring?" Joe raises his eyebrow.

"Well, Joe isn't really working right now. I'm sure he would have asked me if he could afford it."

"His name is Joe?" Joe chuckles to himself. That won't do. He is the only Joe you need in your life.

"Yeah, kinda funny right? He's a big fan of yours too."

"What about you? Are you a big fan of mine?" Joe asks, making you smile. You nod your head lying because you actually don't really care for football.

"Yes. I think you're pretty awesome." You reply with a smile. Joe takes your hands into his hands.

"Back at you." He winks. You take your hand and turn away, hiding your wide smile. You make your way over to unwrap the bandage on his ankle. Joe eyes you, which only makes you a little nervous. He chuckles and leans back, watching you with dark eyes.

"How about we grab dinner together?" Joe asks. You agree because you could use something to eat. You've been working around the clock and missed out on a few meals. Joe takes you to a local diner neither of you is familiar with because you are currently in Buffalo. It was around midnight, so there weren't many options for late-night eats.

"Booth or Table?" The waitress asks, popping her gum. Before you can answer, Joe answers for a booth.

"Are you sure?" The waitress asks, eyeing you. You look away, nodding your head but groan on the inside. Booths are so uncomfortable for you. You do your best and slide into the seat, pushing the table away when Joe isn't looking. You felt a little embarrassed but too afraid to ask for a table.

"You okay?" Joe asks. You look at the menu after a quick nod. Joe pulls your menu down.

"What's wrong?"

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly fit into this small booth. I have too much hips, ass, and tummy." You make a joke out of the awkward situation.

"I'm sorry, darling. Let's go to a table." Joe stands, but you quickly grab his hand. The bitch of a waitress already gave you bad vibes, so it was okay to suffer instead of further embarrassing yourself.

"Are you sure?" Joe asks.

"Yeah. If you can pull the table closer to you, that will help." You whisper. Joe sits down and moves the table closer to him. You return to the menu, ignoring the thoughts tumbling around in your head. The waitress returns, and you order a short stack and bacon. Joe orders the same thing and water, handing the menus back.

"Sooo, tell me about the other Joe." Joe brings up your boyfriend again, which is a little weird, but again, you're not so bright when it comes to being hit on.

"Oh, he's the sweetest guy ever. He really keeps me grounded. During college, I used to get so stressed out when it came to class. But because of him, I graduated with a 4.0 and was top of my class. I was valedictorian in high school, so it was only right. I worked hard in college, too, right? Because of that, I was able to finish a little earlier and intern for a bit with the Giants. Joe actually helped me get that job. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That's what I mean; he is simply the best." You ramble on. Joe stopped listening when you said he was the sweetest guy. The truth is he didn't give two fucks about that, Joe. Nope, Joe just wanted to watch your plump lips move. It's been two months with you as his athletic trainer, and Joe would be lying if he said he hadn't fucked his hand to the thought of your lips alone.

"Is he your first?"

"Umm, boyfriend? Yeah." You smile, thinking about how Joe asked you out. And by the way, Joe was not asking about boyfriends, but you didn't know that.

"Cool."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" You ask, sipping your water. Joe shakes his head.

"Too busy working. I have flings." Joe leans back in the booth putting his arm on the back. You choke on your water. Of course, you've heard stories about sports guys sleeping around with groupies. Hell, Ja'Marr's trainer always tells you he has to clean up the mess after Ja'Marr wants to kick out his fling. But hearing Joe admit it makes you shocked a little. Joe didn't seem like the other players.

"Are you surprised?" He asks, laughing.

"A little. You seem nice, so I didn't expect you to engage with groupies." You whisper the last part. Joe starts laughing.

"We all have needs. Right? I'm sure you understand."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know anything about that stuff. I'm a virgin. Joe said we should wait until marriage." You glow, and Joe rolls his eyes. That piece of shit is definitely cheating on you. The food comes, and you and Joe makes small talk about the upcoming games and his workout regimen. He pays, and you guys get an Uber back to the hotel. You invite Joe into your room because he insisted the night was young and you guys should watch a movie.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" You ask. Joe tells you to go ahead, and he will watch tv. You go to your room and undress. Joe sits in the living room until he hears the shower start. He takes his chance and sneaks into your bedroom. His eyes land on precisely what he was searching for; your underwear, sitting neatly on the night clothes you picked out. He picks them up and slips them into his pocket. You get out of the shower and dry off, entering the bedroom.

"Where's my underwear?" You ask yourself, searching through the clothes. You shake it off and settle on shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe you forgot to pick some out. When you walk back into the living room, Joe is laughing at an episode of Spongebob. You take a seat on the opposite end and start watching along. Joe motions for you to move closer.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughs as you scoot down. You giggle and turn your focus to the tv. After two more episodes, you tell him you need to call it a night because you guys need to board the plane in a few hours. And when you guys touch down in Ohio again, you introduce Joe to Joe.

"It's like so cool to finally meet you." Your boyfriend beams. Joe shakes his hand.

"Thanks," Joe replies dryly. You hand Joe a lemonade and your boyfriend some water.

"It's freshly made." You tell Joe. Joe takes a sip.

"Oh, that's good."

"I'm the only one who likes it. Joe hates lemonade."

"I don't hate it. I just hate the way you make it." Your boyfriend replies. You excuse yourself to finish making finger sandwiches. Joe went on, and on about never being at your house, so he invited him over a day after returning home. Joe makes fake conversation with your boyfriend, all while his mind is stuck on you. You were currently wearing an ankle-length skirt with a slit on the side going all the way up your left side til about mid-thigh.

"So I made something you guys can snack on, but I have to meet my sister for a bit in two hours." You say, putting the tray down. Joe licks his lips, watching you bend down and sneaking a peek at your cleavage. It goes unnoticed by your boyfriend because he watches Joe Burrow highlights on tv. They talk some more while you do laundry, and then you find it—a pair of pink panties size small. You stop folding clothes and walk into the living room, staring at your boyfriend, laughing with Joe.

C! Cheating

Your boyfriend was cheating. There's no other way around it. You confronted him that day in front of Joe without a care in the world. Your boyfriend denied it being from his side piece, stating that his sister stayed over the weekend you were gone and must have mixed it with his stuff. And you believed him. Joe was stunned. There was no way that was his sister's underwear. What absolute bullshit. This guy was a complete loser, and one way or another, Joe would take you away from him.

Joe continued to fist his dick into the panties he stole from you weeks ago. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and picturing you riding him. Joe came into the panties and threw his head back. Right on cue, your name flashed across his phone. Joe stood up, pulling his shorts up and washing his hand before returning your call.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I think I have to call off for the weekend."

"What's wrong?" Joe asks with concern. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"My cat has to be put down."

"Aww darling, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need. If you need anything, let me know." Joe hangs up. He lets you rest for the weekend, but he stops by your place Sunday before the game only to be greeted by Joe. Your boyfriend invites him in and chats him up.

"Be honest with me. Guy to Guy. You're cheating on her, right?" Joe asks, laughing. Your boyfriend smirks.

"She's super bright but just doesn't do it for me. I only started dating her, so she would do my homework back when we were in school, and I stayed because she's smart. Why can't guys be the stay at the home partner? So, I've been seeing my ex for a year now. We reconnected. Sex is mindblowing. I'm sure you get it." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe nods his head. Yeah, he gets it. Your Joe was a lazy loser—all the more reason to snatch you up.

"So no sex with-"

"Hell no. I told her I wanted to wait until marriage bullshit, and she's been holding on to that since. She doesn't put out, you know? So, of course, I need my needs met somewhere else." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe joins and stands up, letting him know he needs to get to the arena. The next week you're pretty quiet around Joe. He pokes your cheek, and you look at him with a smile.

"You've been off. What's up?"

"Do you think Joe is cheating on me?"

"Does he have a sister?" He asks.

"He does, but I've never met his family s-"

"What? You've been together like six years."

"He said he doesn't get along with them."

"He's cheating on you. As your guy friend, I'm letting you know the signs are there." Joe says as you finish wrapping his ankle. You sigh.

"Maybe I can talk things out with him. It must have been a mistake."

"Darling, he's a loser. If I'm being honest with you. You deserve someone better."

"There's no one better than Joe. He's my first boyfriend. I've had other guys interested in me growing up, of course, but something about Joe is perfect."

"So cheat on him back," Joe replies hoping down from the table. He walks away, grabbing his gear. You let the thought stay in your head all game. And after the game, Joe tells you he will give you a ride home because your boyfriend said something came up. You want to ask him what he meant by cheating on his back. You're a virgin; you couldn't think about going all the way with a stranger.

"What should I do? Cheating is bad. I don't think I could do it with a stranger."

"It doesn't have to be a stranger." Joe turns his body so he is facing you.

"Then who?" You ask, entirely clueless. Joe thinks you're adorable. He leans in close to your face and kisses your lips. You don't pull back frozen with uncertainty.

"It's okay," Joe whispers. You part your lips, letting Joe's tongue slide in and explore your mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint mixed with his strawberry chapstick. You clench your walls as the kiss intensifies. Joe's hand reaches down toward your thighs and squeezes at the soft, plump skin. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles. Joe pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the both of you. You turn your head, shying away from him. Joe licks his lips, tasting your Chocolate Fenty lipgloss.

"I want you to cum." Joe states.

"Come where?"

Joe looks off as if he's looking at a camera and smirks. Innocent.

"Where do you want me to come?" You ask again, confused. My face and fingers, Joe thinks to himself.

"To my place."

"I can't. I should go. Joe is waiting." You rush out of the car, slamming the door, trying to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest. You get home to find your boyfriend cheating with his ex. You're both cheaters.

D! Distraction.

You need a distraction, but you have no off days. At work, you can barely concentrate, and you've been avoiding Joe working with other players. Finally, Joe corners you in the locker room. He pulls you into the sauna.

"I'm sorry about the kiss. If you felt, I overstepped, I'm-"

"Joe is cheating on me. I caught him with his ex that night. What should I do?"

Joe pulls you into a much-needed hug.

"Use me." Joe lifts your chin so you stare up at him.

"But what if Joe finds out?" You pout. Joe leans down, kissing your lips.

"He won't, I promise."

Again you let Joe's kisses swarm your head. Joe backs you into the bench, and you fall back sitting down. Joe leans down, connecting the kiss again. Joe pulls away and takes his shirt off. You've seen Joe shirtless plenty of times due to the nature of your job, but right now, it sent an unknown tingling sensation down your body to your core. Joe locks the door and turns the sauna on. He kneels between your legs, pulling your shorts down.

"What are you doing?" You whisper, getting nervous.

"I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." Joe slips your panties off next, putting them in his pocket for later. With ease, Joe separates your legs, setting them on his shoulders. Your mind goes blank when he puts his lips on your pussy.

"Oh gosh. Joe." You moan, grabbing his hair while Joe sloppy sucks at your clit. A strangled moan falls from your lips as Joe slides his tongue into your cunt. The feeling sends you into a euphoric state. You've never experienced something like it.

"Joe! I think something--Oh god!" You squeal, gushing on his tongue. Joe cleans you up by licking every drop. He stands up, laughing.

"That was amazing."

He leans down, kissing your lips.

"Come over to my place tonight, and I'll show you more." He whispers.

E! Education.

Yeah, you've got the brains and beauty parts down, but when it came to socializing, you were as plain as they come. And Joe was happy to teach you things about your beautiful body.

Your eyes crossed as Joe continued to finger fuck you in the back of the bus. His husky breath whispers sweet little nothings to you, sending your hips thrusting on their own. It was insane what could be done in the back of the bus. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your sounds quiet. The Bengals defeated the Giants, and Joe needed his victory snack; you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching every time Joe would drag his fingers out and push them back in. Thank goodness everyone was either sleeping or listening to headphones.

"Slow. Slow." You whisper, but Joe just smiles.

"You have to let it happen, baby."

Your thighs tremble, and you feel an orgasm slip through your body. Joe drags his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking your juices off. You fix your skirt and hide your face. When you get to the hotel, you go straight to your room for a nice shower. Joe calls you on Facetime to see what you're wearing; he then coaches you through playing with yourself while he jerks off. Over the last few weeks, you've had these little secret sessions with Joe, and it's been the most exciting part of your life.

Two days later, you come home to find your boyfriend on the couch. He sits up, ready to make his 100th apology.

"Honey, she meant nothing. I messed up. You know I love you. Look.: He says, pulling a ring box out. Your eyes start to water.

"Oh, Joe."

"Let's make up and try again."

You nod your head and accept his ring. The following day at practice, Joe looks at the ring on your finger. He rolls his eyes when you tell him you have to end whatever you have going on with him.

"He's not serious." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?"

"He cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend. Do you really think it was a one-time thing and mistake?" Joe asks. The blank stare on your face tells Joe you believe your boyfriend.

"Joe messed up, but he asked me to marry him, so everything is okay."

"Right. I need to get back in. See you later." Joe puts his helmet on and walks off. You stand there confused but brush it off. Maybe Joe is having a bad day.

F! Frustrated

You have frustrated Joe to the point of no return. He's been sleeping with a cheerleader, but she is nothing compared to you. Joe can't go down on her without thinking about you. Without thinking about you wrapping your thick thighs around his head while he devours you. Or the gasps and little whimpers you let out when he finger fucks you. Nope. No one can compare.

G! Gorgeous

Joe thinks you look absolutely gorgeous at the annual Bengals charity event. You're wearing a beautiful red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a slit going up the side. Joe holds himself back from moaning at the sight of you. The only thinking stopping him is the fact your boyfriend is with you.

"Joe, you're going to bet on me, right?" Chloe, the head cheerleader, asks, wrapping her arm around Joe's. Joe takes a sip of his water, nodding his head. It's for charity, so he doesn't have a choice. When it's time to raffle off the women for a date with the highest bidder, Joe raises his hand once for Chloe.

"Wow, everyone wants a date with Miss Bengal herself. She has earned the highest bid tonight at 15,000 to Mr.Greg. Anyone want to go higher?" The announcer asks. Chloe loses to Joe, and he shakes his head. Ja'MArr starts laughing. Joe snickers and stops seeing you take your place on the stage. The announcer introduces you, and a few people bid, and it stops at 10,000.

"25!" Joe shouts. You look in the crowd spotting him with his number held up.

"25,000 going once twice, and it goes to Joe Burrow. We appreciate the bid, Mr.Burrow." The guy says. Joe makes his way over to help you down the stage.

"You didn't have to bid that much on me. It's not like anyone would have gone higher than 10k."

"It's charity. If I give my money, it will be for the best prize."

Your boyfriend makes his way over.

"You didn't have to make such a high bid. She's not worth 25k." Your boyfriend laughs. You're mortified and look away.

"Yeah, she's priceless for sure." Joe winks at you. Your boyfriend nods his head and leaves you alone.

"So, about that date?" Joe asks.

"What would you like to do?"

"You," Joe replies without missing a beat. You look around, making sure no one is in earshot. You grab Joe's hand and take him to a secluded area.

"Joe. I appreciate you being a distraction, but I'm an engaged woman now. Me and Joe are starting over. So you can't make comments like that." You whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. Joe nods his head and tells you he understands. But he's lying. There's no way in hell he would let Joe number two win.

H! Heart.

It took Joe some time to realize what he actually wanted from you. When he first met you, he thought sex with you was exactly what he wanted. You were attractive, intelligent, and so caring that it might be a flaw. Your boyfriend took advantage of your kindness and innocence. He didn't deserve you at all. Maybe Joe didn't either, but he liked to believe he did. As the season closed, Joe distanced himself from you, hoping whatever feelings he harbored for you would die out. But it doesn't work like that. It only may things harder for Joe, and he started taking his frustrations out on random people.

"You've been in a shitty mood," Ja'Marr said one day. Joe looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired. Sorry." He mumbled.

"You and big mama fighting?" Ja'Marr asked.

"Don't fucking call her that."

"Hey, she told me it was okay," Ja'Marr said in defense. Joe relaxed. The thought of you made his stomach flip. You walked over, handing Ja'Marr some water. Ja'Marr mumbled something along the lines of you should talk.

"Did you need to tell me something?" You asked him. Joe shook his head. When you turned to walk away, Joe grabbed your wrist.

"It was great having you this season. Maybe they will bring you on as a regular." Joe scratched the back of his neck while avoiding looking into your face. You take his hands in your own.

"Thank you. They offered me a five-year contract."

"That's great. Having you around-"

"I can't take it. We became involved with each other. It's against the rules of the contract."

Joe laughed until his stomach started to hurt. You looked at him with a confused expression. Joe bends down, kissing your head.

"We never went further than oral, so I think you're in the clear, plus you're engaged, remember?"

"About that…..I, ummm, left Joe after the charity event, which was three months ago, so yeah."

"Wow. For good?" He asked.

"Yes. You were right about him. He's a loser. I deserve better." You wore a proud look which only made Joe want to hold you.

"You should take the job. Because you enjoy working with us. What we had, I promise not to-"

"I heart you." You mumbled. Joe's eyes soften at your confession.

"I heart you too."

"So that's why I can't take the job." You sighed as Joe pulled you into a hug. Joe told you that he would handle it. There's no way he would let his heart stray away.

I! Irreplaceable.

Joe had to bargain with the team manager about letting you stay. It was a long annoying process, but they finally broke. The only agreement was that you couldn't be Joe's trainer again, which was okay because the old trainer was done with paternity leave. You were irreplaceable to the team, but especially to Joe.

J! Joe Burrow's

"This is your girlfriend?" Mr.Burrow asked. Joe nodded, pulling you closer to him. You became a little nervous.

"Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous." His mother beams, pulling you into a hug.

"Very lucky guy. I hear you had been taking care of my knucklehead last season." Mr. Burrow pulls you into a hug next.

"Yeah. I did. He was a little difficult." You joke as Joe pulls you back to him, pouting. You meet various family members during the cookout; they're all so inviting and sweet. Joe refuses to leave your side. You guys have gone semi-public, and you had to get used to being called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. After the news came out, your ex blew up your phone, accusing you of cheating on him. He even showed up at your apartment one night yelling at you. When you told Joe, he was ready to kick his door down, but you talked him down….aka gave him the sloppiest head. That's all thanks to Joe for even teaching you such a technique. The next time your ex showed up at your apartment, Joe answered the door in only shorts.

"Uhh. I need to talk to her."

"Leave her alone. This is my last time telling you that. You're a loser. Maybe now you can get a job and stop being a lazy leech." Joe slams the door and returns to the bedroom. You're still lying in the position Joe left you, handcuffed to the bed and legs spread open for him. When Joe took your virginity, he was so careful with you. Making sure you felt good, making sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he allowed himself to cum. You loved how tenderly he treated your body. But now that you were seasoned during the lovemaking, Joe's true nature came out. He was very much a freak in the sheets.

"Joe? Who was at the door." You call out, unable to see because of Joe's tie around your eyes.

"Your loser ex." Joe chuckles, taking his place between your legs. He starts rubbing your thighs.

"Oh gosh. He won't stop calling me or showing up. I'm sorry." You pout. Joe doesn't respond, which excites you with anticipation. Without another word, Joe was inside of you. You twist and pull at the restraints, biting on your lip so hard it draws blood.

"Feels so good." You cry out. Joe lifts your right leg to get a better angle. You moan and cry, feeling Joe hit your spot over and over. And when it's over, Joe kisses you all over and wipes you down. You lay your head on his chest as he massages your leg.

"Joe Burrow's girlfriend." You giggle to yourself. You didn't care what anyone else had to say about your relationship. You didn't care about who the world thought Joe should be dating. Your size didn't matter to you or Joe. Because you were his, and he was yours.

K! Kind

Joe is always so kind and patient with you and your needs. He always makes sure you're in good spirits. He snaps at anyone who even thinks about taking your kindness for granted. That included your shitty mother. Her comments about watching your weight never got to you before, but now that you're public dating, it feels like 1000 of your mother is constantly watching you. Joe kisses on your neck as you guys wait in line for the Ferris wheel. Yeah, you've become that PDA couple. Joe loved showing you off to the world. You were perfect in his eyes. When it's your turn to get in the ride, you climb in first and Joe behind you. He sits across from you, leaning back and smiling. You cover your face because he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. And when you guys get to the top of the wheel, fireworks go off, and Joe says it.

"I love you, baby. I love you for your beautiful mind and kind heart. I hope what we have carries on into the next life." He leans into you to kiss your lips, but you're crying.

"I love you too." You cry.

L! Love

"I love you." You scream as Joe pounds into you from behind. He gives your ass a hard smack and watches it jiggle. A year ago, he had no idea he would be this deep into you—Literally and figuratively.

M! Move

You moved in with Joe and adopted a kitty together. Joe was currently sleeping with the kitten on his chest. You took a photo and posted it on your story. Joe could be so cute sometimes.

N! Nasty

Joe was indeed nasty. But the good nasty. He would fuck you any and everywhere he could get you. The locker room, the team plane bathroom (You joined the mile-high club because of him), and the back of the car. It didn't matter to Joe; if he wanted you, he knew how to seduce you effortlessly. And you wanted it just as bad as him. Joe held you up against the wall as he fucked into you. You barely entered the hotel room before your dress was ripped and your panties thrown.

"I'm heavy put-put- down." You cry out. Joe laughs against your ear.

"Baby, you know exactly how much I can bench. Be quiet." He sucks your earlobe and carries you to the bed to demolish you for the night. At some point, your ex called. Joe answered.

"Asshole is calling; hold on." He said, putting on speaking and putting the phone by your head which was buried in the pillow.

"Hel-Hello?" Your ex asked.

"Speak," Joe shouted over the clapping of his hips against your cheeks.

"Where is she? I wanted to umm-"

"Fuck Joe. Pull out." You cry, reaching back to stop his hips. Your legs felt like they were going to give out under you. You freeze when you hear your name being called by your ex. You can't believe Joe answered the call.

"She's busy. I'll have her call you back, Joseph." Joe says, laughing and hanging up. Your boyfriend was 100% nasty.

O! Oh, My God!

"Oh my god!" You scream, looking at the ring. It's your dream ring, and Joe is on his knee asking for your hand in marriage. Two years. You spent six long years with your ex, and he never even thought of marriage, but Joe asked you two years after dating. The truth is he wanted to ask you the night he said I love you but chickened out.

"Soooo, don't keep us in suspense, Mama!" Ja'Marr shouts. You nod your head as tears stream down your face. The team cheers, and Joe lifts you. Oh, My God, you're getting married!

P! Pretty

"Pretty." Your mother says, watching you twirl in the wedding dress. You had to go dress shopping, and it was taking everything in you to invite her. You don't hate your mother but don't have a buddy relationship with her. Ever since Joe stood up for you, she's been trying to get on your good side. Your best friend starts tearing up.

"You look so pretty. This has to be the one. Do you feel it?" You look at yourself in the mirror. You do. This is the dress you want. Say yes to the dress.

Q! Quiver

"I want to put a baby in you so bad," Joe whispers into your ear while giving you deep strokes. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the "exercise" you're supposed to provide Joe with. Your body quivers, feeling Joe drag his cock out and push it back in.

"You want me to give you a baby?" Joe asks. Your mouth hangs open with silent praise as drool trickles down your chin. You were drunk. Drunk on Joe. Drunk on his cock. Drunk on this feeling. Love drunk. You nod your head, unable to give words because Joe is making you feel so good. Your body trembles and quivers some more before cumming again.

R! Relationship

Your relationship with Joe has been something out of the movies. You never thought you could fall in love with someone so charming. He makes you feel like you are the only person that matters in the world. The relationship with Joe can only be defined by love.

S! Special

Joe makes you feel special with his words but, most notably, his actions.

T! Tears

The first fight you have with Joe brings you to tears. The fight was hardly something to be yelling about, but you had been grumpy, and with Joe being hyper-focused on the season and not helping with the wedding, it pissed you off. You were stressed about everything, and all you wanted was help.

"That's why we hired a wedding planner!"

"All I'm asking is for a little help! How fucking hard can it be to reply when I text you about OUR wedding."

"Calm down. It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious. I have dreamed about getting married since I was a little girl. I want our day to be special, and you treat it like some secondary thing. It should be the most important thing in your life!"

"Winning another championship is the most important thing in my life right now," Joe shouts back. You both fall silent. Joe rubs his forehead, realizing what he said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you tell him to get out.

"Bab-"

"Out. Go fucking sleep on the field for all I care but get out!"

Joe grabs his keys and slams the door. You break down, trying to calm your nerves, but you can't. You feel defeated. You walk into the bathroom and pull out the positive pregnancy stick.

U! Uterus

Yeah, your uterus is occupied. Joe came home the following day to find you sleeping in bed. He woke you up to apologize. You held onto him for a long time, and it broke his heart that you guys fought.

"Pregnant." You whisper.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant, Joe. It's why I'm angry all the time and moody. We have to change everything around. We can't get married while I'm pregnant. The way things are going, I will give birth on the wedding day."

"Hey, hey. Okay. So we move things around. We push back the wedding. I promise we will make this work. I love you." He kisses your forehead, and you believe. Joe has never lied to you before.

V! Violet

"She is so beautiful." Joe's mother coos over her brand-new granddaughter, Violet. You take a deep breath and lay back on the bed. It's been four weeks since you gave birth to your daugh, and it has been an uphill battle. Joe has been on the road, but his mother stayed with you 24/7 to help when he would leave. Joe is currently playing in the Superbowl, but you couldn't bother to watch. Your spirit has been down, and you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. After feeding Violet, you lay her down for a nap and decide to take a bath. You stay in the bathtub until the water is cold. You felt numb. You can hear the family cheering downstairs. Joe must have won. Good for him. You sink under the water and stay there until his mother pulls you up. She wraps a towel around you as you begin to cry.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart. It's going to get easier. I know it will." She rubs your back. After you dress and dry off, you stare at the ceiling as your one-month-old starts crying. You don't make a move to console her. You can't. Joe's mother comes in and takes her away, letting you rest. You wake up to soft kisses on your forehead but don't open your eyes.

"She's been sleeping for a while. I'm worried about her, Joe." His mother whispers.

"I'm home now for a while, so I'll take care of her," Joe replies. And he does. He keeps you company. He listens to you rant. He takes care of Violet while you recover. And when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, you run for it. Joe is a breath of fresh air. Your daughter is everything you've ever wanted. Your little family is perfect. Joe watches you play peek-a-boo with Violet.

W! Wedding

A year later, you walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Burrow. Joe's vows sent you and a good chunk of the guest into a sobbing fit. You hated that he went before you because you could barely get yours out. And from that day forward, you truly lived your happily ever after.

X! X-Ray

"You are my air. I'm honored to be standing here right now, taking this step with you. I knew from day one that you and I would be standing here. Adorable. That's the first word that popped into my head when you entered that locker room. At the time, you had a Boyfriend, and I was okay with being the side guy if I had to. Cheating is a sin, I get it, but I was willing to be that guy." Joe holds your hands, and the crowd chuckles. He stares back at you, giving his full attention to you.

"You said I became a good Distraction from your life, but you were my focus. You taught me so much about love and myself. Thank you for that Education. It was Frustrating at times because I wanted you real bad. But here we are now, you standing before me, looking Gorgeous. You have my Heart because you are my Heart. You're Irreplaceable. And not because you're Joe Burrow's girl, because you're you. Kind and Loving. Making this Move with you seems like the easiest thing I've ever had to do. I'm trying my best to keep things PG. I definitely want to say something Nasty." Joe says, whispering nasty so only you can hear it. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the tears back. Several people have already started crying.

"I know everyone is thinking, OMG, can he hurry up? But I can't. I know I get to confess my love for her every day, but this moment right here should last forever. But Pretty girl, forever isn't long enough for me. It makes me Quiver with excitement knowing that you took this journey with me. This Relationship that we have is so important to me. So Special. I don't want to see those Tears." Joe jokes, trying to wipe your eyes.

"You're my best friend, lover, and mother of my child. Hi Violet." Joe shouts out your one-year-old, who waves at her daddy excitedly.

"I hope this Wedding turned out to be everything you dreamed of. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream because you are my dream. Thank you for being my X-Ray and seeing through me. Knowing and caring for me always. I love you from A-Z…Alwayz" Joe emphasizes the s as a Z, and you break down crying with everyone else.

Z! Zachary

"Violet and Zachary, if you guys don't stop running in the house, you will not be going to Daddy's game." You shout at your three and two-year-olds. You rub your belly, trying to prepare their lunch before you have to be at the arena with Ja'Marr. Your son runs into the kitchen, all giggling.

"Mom, I want a sister," Violet says, grabbing her shoes.

"I can't control what I'm having, sweetie. We will find out Monday." You reply as your husband makes his way into the kitchen. He picks up Zach and tosses him in the air before doing the same to Violet and finally kissing your lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too forever and Alwayz," Joe replies.

The ABC concept was so much fun. As soon as I saw this request, I was like, what if it's like the ABCs of why Joe loves you! But then it developed into this. I hope the person who requested this likes it. Thank you so much again! I'm still taking requests, but remember I'm also writing a series ( Fallin All In You!) so it takes quite some time to sit and write! Likes Reblogs and comments are appreciated like so much you don't even know! I love reading the comments. hehe

#joe burrow #joe burrow x you #joe burrow fic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow x chubby reader #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow smut #joe burrow oneshot #joe burrow bengals

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Current Tag Game

Tagged by my dear friends/mutuals/incoherent scream sesh partners @twig-tea (here), @colourme-feral (here), @blmpff (here), @telomeke (here) and @waitmyturtles (here)

Current Time: nearly 5:00 PM

Current activity: Doomscrolling on social media (not recommended), writing this post (highly recommended, please interact on Tumblr, that's what makes this hellsite fun!)

Currently thinking about: Just watched the IFYLITA finale this morning with my bestie @lurkingshan, so my brain is currently ??????-ing all the different iterations of Yai we got to see (I like that Commander Yai looks more self-assured and confident than our widdle-20-something-lost-and-confused-baby Yai, but, DEAR LORD, The Mustache has to go. Just.. nope. Get that man a razor, STAT). Oh, and also, thinking about dinner.

Current favourite song: I recently watched Utsukushii Kare / My Beautiful Man (Season 1) a few days ago and I have the song from the opening credits stuck in my head on repeat: Caramel / カラメル by Mosawo / もさを。(Original MV with English captions)

(I'm also gonna link the Utsukushii Kare Lyric MV from MBS because I want Kiyoi's pretty face on my post)

I've also been feeling nostalgic lately and listening to some decade-old bangers from my teen years (ah time, thou art a cruel wench)

Patakha Guddi lyrics, translated from Hindi, here

Mogathirai lyrics, translated from Tamil, here

Currently reading: Nothin' but meta posts from the lovely big-brained folks of Tumblrville

Currently watching: Oooooh. I actually wrapped up a lot of live watches and caught up on some incredible shows last week, so lemme do 3 mini-lists:

Recently Watched: Only Friends, Utsukushii Kare / My Beautiful Man, If It's With You / Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo, I Feel You Linger In The Air

Currently Watching: Midnight Diner / Shinya Shokudo, endless reruns of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Community

Next-Up on the Watchlist: I Cannot Reach You / Kimi ni wa Todokanai, Shadow, Dark Blue Kiss, Middleman's Love, Last Twilight, Playboyy, The Whisperer

Current favourite character: Ryuji from If It's With You.

< mild spoilers ahead for If It's With You >

This show did an incredible job portraying two people who have different levels/intensities of desire for one another and I was *floored* when Ryuji responded to Amane's confession in episode 4 with so much care, thoughtfulness and respect for both Amane's desire and his own boundaries. "Please make it one sided for a while" will live in my head rent free for the foreseeable future.

And Amane and Ryuji's conversation at the beach in the finale was another heartfelt and expertly written moment. I deeply adore how Ryuji basically went "I miss you and want to meet you whenever I feel like it, and if that means being a lover, then so be it. Let's date".

So yeah, I'm in love with this highly articulate, fictional, Japanese teenage boy

Current WIP: Ohhhhh man, SO MANY. The most pressing one is a retrospective meta on the Only Friends finale, which I must release into the wild before people move on from the show

Tags: I'm epically late to this one, so I might tag folks who have already done this, so if I do, apologies, friends!

@bengiyo, @italianpersonwithashippersheart, @sunshinechay, @syrena-del-mar, @ranchthoughts, @troubled-mind, @sorry-bonebag, @so-much-yet-to-learn and anyone else who wants to participate. No presh!

#tag game #this was a lotta fun! #in case y'all can't tell japanese bls have me in a chokehold #only friends the series #ofts #utsukushii kare #my beautiful man #if it's with you #kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo #i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #midnight diner #shinya shokudo #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #community tv #i cannot reach you #kimi ni wa todokanai #shadow the series #dark blue kiss #middleman's love #last twilight the series #playboyy the series #the whisperer the series #Spotify

[mollymauk-teafleak]

it's been a long day so I'd like to ask for some more fluffy headcanons of icemav during their secret relationship stage like in should send me running? thank you!!

Ah I'm sorry to hear you've had A Day, I too know how it feels to have had A Day. Hiding in IceMav seems like a good idea, it's what me and my gf have been doing!

So I adore this stage in their relationship and could talk about it forever. I feel like Slider goes home for a weekend to see his wife and children and comes back, dropping in on Ice just to see how he's doing the way he always would. And for some reason, Ice is looking panicked and nervous and seems to be trying to get rid of him. And then Slider hears the shower turn on upstairs and he Stares at Ice like '...please just tell me it isn't Mitchell' and Ice goes so red.

They do get to the point where they'll be making out on Mav's couch and Goose wanders past to raid Mav's fridge like 'evening Tom'. It takes a while for Ice to get used to it

I don't think they know exactly what to call each other during this time? Like they don't consider themselves to be in a Relationship because they think (read: they're lying to themselves) that this is just going to be while they're at Top Gun. So they do just call each other 'my wingman'

The first time Ice calls Maverick 'baby' something in him short circuits, like he finds it unbearably hot

They do go on sort of dates, they just wait until it's dark before Mav coaxes a very reluctant Ice onto his motorbike (he secretly kind of loves it, its just that 10% of his brain is Horny and the other 90% is oh god we're going to die). They ride very very far off base so there's no chance of them bumping into anyone and they'll eat bad diner food thats kind of delicious because its like midnight, they'll walk on the beach together, maybe go for a skinny dip if they're feeling daring. They're yawning all through class the next day but its worth it

Years later, after dadt and they're married, they do go back to the diner where they had these secret dates and Reminisce

Often their arguments in class and after hops will spill over into some very intense, very fun Kinda Angry sex. Its those days especially where Maverick is wincing when he sits down in the cockpit the next day

Ice starts leveraging sex so Maverick will study for their classes, like he'll quiz him and if he gets a question right he gets a kiss from Ice, a whole page correct and he'll blow him

Despite what they say, Goose knows this is for real so he takes as many pictures as he can when they're all together and safe, just the four of them, he knows Mav and Ice will want memories of this time when they're older. And he's right, those Polaroids are so precious to them later

Slider definitely asks Ice for details after these dates (he's curious, he still hates Mitchell, shut up) and Ice is immediately like 'oh yeah, uh, I love him' (no I have not just watched Jerry Maguire to appease my gf and applied every single scene to IceMav...)

#top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav #iceman #tom kazansky #maverick #pete mitchell #goose #slider #headcanons

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Road-Trip Therapy Pt. 2 (Jack Dalton x Reader)

•• Hello! This is Pt. 2 to this fic that I posted in JULY 2022. Listen, I didn't think it was gonna take this long but apparently it has. Anyway, enjoy! ••

Next thing you knew it was midnight. Most of the nearby restaurants had closed by then, and Jack didn't want fast food.

“Hey, use that fancy phone of yours and look up the nearest 24-hour diner.”

“Why can't you use yours?” You questioned, doing what he asked anyway. “Mac use it for something again?”

“No,” He stated, walking out of the bathroom. “But it's a wonder he didn't.”

“The nearest diner is about twenty minutes away.”

“Alright! Let's get some grub!”

You hadn't expected much of a crowd at this hour but when you got there there were only a few booths available. Most of the other patrons looked to be truck drivers or some of the local youth who didn't have anywhere else to hang out. The waitress was nice and sat you both in a corner booth by the jukebox. Jack ordered your drinks before going over and looking at the different song options.

“You want to pick out your dinner?” You joked, flipping the menu. “Or should I just go with your usual?” Jack dug some change out of his pocket stuck it in the machine and picked a song. He had a shit-eating grin as he came back to the table and picked up the other menu.

“Naw, I got it.” The speakers clicked before ultimately starting to play the song he'd picked. You rolled your eyes. Metallica. Of course.

“Who played Metallica!” You heard the cook yell from the kitchen. “Whoever you are, I love you!”

“Love you too, Man!” Jack yelled back with a laugh.

“Okay! Are you two ready to order?” The waitress came back over. As Jack ordered a double cheeseburger and fries, you couldn't help but notice that the waitress had undone a few buttons on her shirt. You ordered a bowl of Mac and Cheese, watching her leave before looking back to Jack, who was already in protective boyfriend mode.

“(Y/n)...”

“The nerve!” You hissed. “Right in front of me!”

“It doesn't mean anything, (y/n).” You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath.

“I know that.” You kicked him lightly from under the table. “It's still fucking rude.” He nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah, it is.” You leaned back and Jack thrummed his fingers on the table to the beat. Fifteen minutes later you both had your food and were digging in. It was good! Like, really good! You'd have to hit this place on the way back to California.

You both ate your food and went back to the hotel. Now with full bellies, it was even easier to fall back asleep. Your back pressed against Jack’s body and his arm draped over your stomach. Every so often he ran his hand across your skin, making you giggle. You woke to his teeth nipping at the back of your neck.

“Jack….”

“Come on, Baby, let's have a little fun before we leave.”

“Don't we still have to stop for gas?”

“Still got plenty of time for kissing.” He cooed into your ear before biting the lobe. “And biting.” You bit your lip. Damn this man. You turned as he let go, planting a kiss on his chin before making your way down his chest.

“You're due for a shave.” You mumbled, nuzzling your face between his breasts. “It's like a jungle.”

“Oh, hardy har har.” He smiled, curling his legs around you and pulling you closer. “Maybe that waitress at the diner would like my chest hair.” You laughed.

“I'm sure she'd like your wallet more.”

“Hey, ya gotta tip your waitresses.”

“Not when she wants to get in your pants.” You counter, smirking. You knew it wasn't Jack’s fault he was so good-looking. You couldn't blame the ladies for trying, either. That had been you once.

“Ah come on, you know I only got eyes for you.”

“Mmhmm.”

After another six-hour car ride, you both finally made it to Yellowstone. You found out getting a memorial bench was a little pricey, but you didn't hesitate to start filling out the paperwork with Jack. It was like wrangling a bear to have Jack let you pay for it.

“Whoa! Look at that one!” You turned from where you were looking at some idiot tourists walking a little too close to the edge of a cliff side to where Jack was pointing. “That boy’s huge!” Jack had a smile ear to ear. “I gotta get a picture of that to show Boozer! He thinks his neighbor's Great Dane’s the biggest thing out there!” Jack laughed. You leaned against him as he zoomed in on the huge Buffalo. Something came out from behind it.

“A calf!” You squealed. “It's adorable!”

“Wolf chow.” You gasp, jabbing Jack in the gut.

“Don't say that!”

“Hey, nature’s a relentless mother.” You both watched the calf run around. Jack put his arm around you.

“Thanks for the idea, (y/n).”

“I didn't do anything, Jack.”

“You brought up Wolves.” You blinked. When had you…

“When we were in Russia?”

“Yeah.”

“That was six months ago.” You looked up at him, catching his eye under his aviator sunglasses. “You've been sitting on this idea for six months?” He shrugged.

“It's nothing.” You sighed.

“Whatever you say.” You wrapped an arm around him too. “They say your Dad’s bench will be done by next Spring.”

“What are ya sayin’? Ya wanna come back?” You shrugged.

“Why not? It was a nice road trip.” Jack nodded.

“Yeah, it was.”

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#jack dalton imagine #Jack Dalton x reader #macgyver reboot

[meese-running-after-geese]

The real tragedy that Torchwood Soho is only audio and not filmed is that it's harder to make an edit of Norton to Taylor Swift's Anti-Hero...

Because I'm sorry but that song IS Norton.

Not that I need to defend my point but I will:

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser Midnights become my afternoons When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

So first off, every Norton plotline is essentially him never actually learning the full lesson from the last and I support him for that. Plus how old is he?? His timeline is so fucked up now that he could possibly be older than Jack /HJ Then for the graveyard shift it would so cool to see him working alone/sitting at his desk intertwined with him shagging Adam on some rando's grave. And yeah, homeboy has more than enough "ghosts" to really fill up the space here

I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices I end up in crises Tale as old as time

Okay uh yeah, that's just all Norton. And don't forget about his Faradyne projection device :)

I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving 'Cause you got tired of my scheming For the last time

So GIDEON and/or honestly Andy too but just imagine the imagery of Gideon leaving Norton alone and he just gets all sobby and squished dghgudfh

It's me Hi! I'm the problem, it's me

Coo ee, Norton!! You are the problem but I love you

At teatime Everybody agrees

A shot of Norton and Gideon drinking tea at the diner like fellas this writes itself

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

Maybe a Flight 405 snippet or just holo-Norton here. Still fits as he struts through life not thinking of consequences.

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Okay and here I just have a vivid image of Andy looking to Norton and saying the "it must be exhausting" and Norton cuts him off looking fruitly appreciative with "always rooting for the anti-hero" and like pats his head or something

If y'all want me to actually go more in depth for the rest of the song, I can and I will. But I think that's a good stopping point for now.

Also this is just making me want to cosplay Norton more and make a CMV of this... I just need the rest of the soho crew dhgsdughdsg

#norton folgate #Taylor Swift #anti hero #torchwood soho #gideon lyme #Andy Davidson #rip Norton Folgate you would have loved midnight #dsfusdigudfsgh #seb musing #Hyperfixation blurbs #i love them #Someone stop me from actually making this a reality

[kisseung]

[8:34pm]

pairing: bf!jaehyuk x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

you glanced up from your phone as you heard the front door opening. you were sprawled on the couch scrolling through tiktok while waiting for jaehyuk to come back home after his shift at the diner.

"babe i'm home!" he called as he made his way to the living room. you put your phone down on the coffee table and sat up slightly as his tired figure appeared in the doorway. seeing you sitting on the couch, he immediately made a beeline for it and flopped down, his head coming to a rest on your lap.

"hey baby. how was work?" you smiled softly at jaehyuk as you ran your fingers through his hair. he let out a groan as he threw his hands up in frustration. "i don't even wanna think about it. we had a bunch of really rude customers today but the manager didn't want to kick them out and insisted that we keep serving them. one of them even spilled a drink on asahi on purpose and then laughed at him!"

you let jaehyuk continue ranting about his day as you played with his hair, responding with the occasional "uh huh" and "yeah". when he finally finished his rant, you leaned down and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"sounds like you had a rough day babe. you wanna take a shower and then we can go to bed and cuddle?" his eyes lit up as he smiled at you, before rolling off your lap onto the floor. "i'll be quick!" he said as he stood up and dashed towards the bathroom while you laughed at his eagerness.

15 minutes later, jaehyuk entered your shared bedroom to find you leaning against your pillow while smiling at the tiktok you were watching. "come look at this cat! it's so cute!" you squealed as you gestured for him to join you. jaehyuk chuckled at your excitement and quickly made his way over to the bed. he slid under the blanket next to you and rested his chin on your shoulder so that he could look at your phone, strong arms finding their way around your waist.

the both of you stayed in that position for a while as you continued to scroll through the endless number of videos on tiktok. neither of you payed any attention to the time until jaehyuk yawned widely while you were trying a new filter on him. you checked the time on your phone and were surprised to see that it was almost midnight.

"we should go to bed, it's getting late. you must be tired from handling all those horrible customers today," you said as you put your phone on the nightstand. jaehyuk nodded as he yawned again, shifting his body to a more comfortable position. you got out of bed for a moment to switch the light off before slipping under the blanket again.

almost immediately, you felt jaehyuk's arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him. your faces were inches apart and you could see the streetlights reflected in his eyes. he leaned forward slightly and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"thank you for listening to my rant just now. just talking and being with you made me feel better." you smiled at his words and reached a hand out to caress his cheek before returning the kiss.

"anything for you, jaehyuk."

#treasure scenarios #treasure imagines #treasure reactions #treasure fluff #jaehyuk scenarios #jaehyuk imagines #jaehyuk reactions #jaehyuk fluff

[modernpaw]

Midnight Ride

Adam Sackler x Female Reader

Summary: You've been chatting with a guy you matched with on a dating app for two weeks now, and tonight is your first time meeting him in person.

Notes: This is not at all related to The One, the other piece I wrote about Sackler days earlier. For the purposes of this universe, let's pretend that sitting on the metal handlebar of a bicycle and going around New York late at night aren't dangerous. LOL. And just for added feels, this is the song that was responsible for this fic.

CW: A little bit of swearing, AFAB reader, awful cycling practices, but generally fluff

Words: 1.3k

It's been two years since you last went out on a date, but anyone looking at you now wouldn't be able to tell, not with the way you seem so comfortable talking to the man sitting across you.

Several weeks ago, you decided to finally reenter the dating scene, swiping left and right through New York's most eligible bachelors. To your unexpected delight, the pickings weren't as slim as you thought, and you ended up matching with several interesting men.

Adam happened to be one of them. His profile listed him as an actor, a detail that usually makes you a bit wary, considering that most actor types you know seem to be only interested in themselves, but there was something about him that made you reconsider.

His eyes had both an intensity and a vulnerability that made it hard for you to look away. And with that kind of connection just from the screen alone, you couldn't not give it a shot.

And you're so glad you did.

Adam is thoughtful and sweet, remembering details about you despite mentioning them only once and reminding you to take your vitamins. But he's also funny as hell and swears like the world is going to fucking end tomorrow.

After two weeks of constant messaging, you two agreed to meet up for dinner at a late-night diner along Madison.

The moment you strode in, the two of you locked eyes immediately. There was no mistaking Adam. His hair was just as long as it was in the photo, and when he stood up to greet you, you saw exactly what the 6"3 in his profile came with, and boy did you approve.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice your ogling, overshadowed as it was by the confusion of whether you two should go in for a hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a handshake. It should have been awkward, but then you laughed and gave him a bright smile, and just like that, the tension was broken.

You spent the first hour candidly talking about your respective expectations about how the other would look in real life, which somehow, led to you two exchanging photos of your younger selves over burgers and fries.

"You looked so cute with braces on!"

"Oh my god, Adam, your ears are so adorable!"

"Holy shhiiiiitttt, had you gone to prom with me in that, I never would have left you a virgin!"

"Adam!" you hissed, clamping his mouth with one hand while looking around frantically. You might have told him about your high school boyfriend backing out of having sex with you on the night of your high school prom, but that didn't mean you wanted the rest of the diner to know it, too.

"What," he replied innocently once you removed your hand. "I totally wouldn't!"

"Shut up!" you said, trying not to laugh as his declarations became more and more ridiculous. The rest of dinner went on in a similar vein, with Adam making you laugh and you trying not to choke on your food, and by the time you decide to get the bill, it's nearly midnight.

"I can't believe we've been talking for almost four hours!" you exclaim, looking at your watch.

"I can," he says boldly, eyes twinkling at you, like he's still in awe that you're real. And he is. From the moment you two connected on the app, Adam has found himself drawn to you. You're smart and funny, but not in a way that seems like you think yourself better than everyone else or self-destructive. You appear genuinely interested in him as a person, and so far, you don't seem to be put off by his "intense" disposition.

Whenever he talks to you, he feels like he wants to be on his best behavior, but also that he doesn't have to pretend to be anyone else, which he's well-aware is a complete oxymoron. Still, it's the only way he can put it.

He told Ray as much earlier this evening, and Ray just told him that maybe, just maybe, him being on this so-called best behavior is not too far from who he really is.

But Adam has no fucking clue who he is. After Hannah, after Jessa, after all the women he's been with, he feels like he's just beginning to get to know himself again. One thing he knows for sure, however, is that he likes himself when he talks to you.

And he doesn't want the night to end.

Neither do you.

You two are walking aimlessly down the street when Adam stops in his tracks and turns to you.

"Wanna go for a ride?" he asks.

"What?" you squawk.

Adam laughs at your reaction. "Not that kind of ride, kid," he says, and you realize that he's referring to the row of Citi bikes for rent on the curb.

You're not exactly embarrassed by your reaction, but his next words definitely fluster you.

"But maybe on our next date," he teases, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," you manage to toss back in reply before leaving him to inspect the bicycles at a closer range.

Adam shakes his head. "Okay, that's it," he says before wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up from behind.

"Adam!" you yell out, giggling.

He swings you a few times before eventually helping you get on the metal handlebar of the bike. Your hands automatically hold on to the bar to keep yourself upright. "Keep that adorable tush right there," he murmurs as he gets on the bike seat behind you.

Then he starts pedalling.

It's not exactly easy to hold a conversation on a bicycle, but somehow, you two manage by taking turns asking each other short would-you-rather questions with absolutely no context.

"Elephants or koalas?" he asks.

"Elephants. They never forget," you answer. "Lions or tigers?"

"Lions," he says grimly. "Tigers will most certainly eat you on sight. Hero or villain?"

"I-Innocent bystander," you manage to say despite the laughter that's already bubbling so close to the surface. It turns into a full-on guffaw when he sputters comically behind your ear. "That's not even one of the choices, kid!"

"Well, the rules have changed!" you yell back when a cab honks loudly in the distance. "Gold or silver?"

"Glass," he replies, not willing to concede even though he has zero idea how to not lose. "Upstairs or downstairs?"

"Uh," you stutter, not expecting such a difficult one right away. "Sideways."

"Really?" he asks, his voice taking on a velvety quality. You don't know how to explain it, but you feel like Adam has just changed the rules right under your nose.

"You bet," you answer, soldiering on. "On or off?"

Adam laughs, and you try not to shiver at the hot puffs of breath that warm the back of your ear. "Oh, definitely off," he says.

"You're supposed to give me an answer that's not one of the choices," you say, trying to distract your thoughts from going down that road.

"I'm sorry," he says in a way that says he's definitely not sorry at all. "Fast or slow?"

Well, two can play that game. "Fast," you say, but before he can react, you add, "Like a fucking jackhammer."

"Ffffuck," he swears and he pedals a bit faster.

"Adam!" you cry out suddenly, afraid to lose your balance.

"Shit! Sorry!" he apologizes, gently slowing down to a stop. The Brooklyn Bridge is a good place to end the ride as any, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think that he planned this perfectly. You hop down from your seat and turn to face Adam who makes to dismount as well.

"Want to walk the rest of the way?" Adam asks you with a goofy smile.

You smile back. "Yeah, I'd like that."

As you stroll over the bridge side by side, Adam slowly inches his hand on the handlebar closer to yours and you reach out to do the same. You can't stop yourself from smiling, and you just know, even without looking, that he's got a smile on his face, too.

Tagging: @cornmousequeen, @fizzywoohoo, @paper-n-ashes, @morby

If you would like to be tagged in future adcu stories or only those for specific adcu characters (which I cannot promise will actually happen), let me know! :) Otherwise, thank you for reading!

#Spotify #adam sackler x female reader #adam sackler x reader #afab reader #adcu fanfiction #adcu #mild swearing #do not ride bikes like this!

[notoverjoyed]

Ectober Week Day 3/Month Day 27: burial/cobwebs

So my brain punked out on me and refused to produce any visual art, so you get a fic today! No warnings except for implied child death. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!

ao3 link coming eventually

Gravediggers

"I still can't believe we're actually doing this," Tuckers says mournfully.

"We aren't doing anything. I'm the only one digging!" Danny gestures broadly with the shovel from the bottom of the hole. It's the middle of the night, and Sam and Tucker stand guard near the headstone of 9 year old Julie Henderson as Danny digs up her grave.

"You're the only one with superhuman strength dude," Tucker replies. The next swing of the shovel sends a load of damp soil directly into Tucker's face. He attempts a glare in Danny's direction as he frantically cleans the mess off his glasses.

"No one asked you to come, you know," Danny says.

Spitting soil out of his mouth, Tucker replies. "Exactly. Sam didn't ask, she demanded."

"Hey, we were all there when we promised to bury the thing, we should all help."

"I'm just saying, I wrote the program that found her in the ghost before she went full poltergeist," Tucker says. "I don't need to be the one out here burning the midnight soil"

"Please tell me you meant oil."

"No"

"Don't you mean burying?" Danny adds, grinning.

"Please stop"

"Anyway. Tuck, tell me again why you decided to find more work for me to do."

"Not you, us," Sam interjects. "We don't expect you to do all this alone, you know?"

"Then why am I digging alone!"

"Because your sister thought that we should be more proactive in preventing ghost attacks before they happen," Tucker says. He continues in a mutter, "I could be at Nasty Burger right now."

Danny flings more dirt at Tucker, quite deliberately this time, but he manages to dodge most of it.

"At 2am?" Sam asks.

"Then that all-night diner just off the highway, you know, the one with the waitress who's totally into me?"

Sam scoffs "Better watch where you aim that thing Danny, Tucker's mind is filthy enough."

"This filthy mind wrote an algorithm almost as gorgeous as that waitress, be grateful."

"Oh yeah, that's right, you agreed with Jazz."

Danny lobs a clod of dirt in Sam's general direction, showering her feet with soil.

"Hey, she has a point." Same replied indignantly, shaking the grave dirt off her boots. "A lot of the ghosts you fight are just trying to satisfy some unfinished business. If we help them do that, then humans and ghosts can live in peace without you having to fight anyone." Her gravely earnest expression decays into a sneer of annoyance when she sees Danny's grin.

"Live, you say," he says.

Sam kicks a pile of dirt back into the grave, Danny snickering as he flings an arm up to block it.

"God, just shut up and dig," she says.

"Actually," Danny replies. "I think this is deep enough."

Peering into the hole, Tucker says, "Uh dude, we still have a lot more digging to do if we want to open the lid."

Danny raises an eyebrow. "Ghost powers Tuck. I'll just phase it through."

"Then do it man, I have a desperate need to shovel meaty goodness down my throat while I gaze upon that goddess of a woman at the diner."

"Uh, you wanna think about what you just said?" Danny asks.

"Not really, no"

"Alrighty then," Danny replies, takes a small and well-loved doll from his pocket. He phases Julie's doll through the lid of her coffin, then looks up at the others.

"Uh, anyone want to say a few words?" he asks.

"No."

"Not really."

"C'mon guys, I know teenagers lack empathy but that's no reason to bury your feelings."

Both of them kick a pile of dirt into the grave this time, and Danny lets it phase through him to splatter on the coffin lid below.

"Really guys?"

"Just helping you fill in the dirt," Sam smirks.

"Oh, now you wanna dig."

"Nope."

Tucker tilts his head and says, "Hey, why didn't you just phase through the ground instead of digging."

For a moment, they all stop moving, then Danny's good natured expression dies on his face. He climbs out of the grave and throws down the shovel.

"That's it, you guys are filling this hole back in."

"Wait, Danny, no!"

"Not cool!"

"Danny, yes" he says. "Danny sleepy. I'm going to bury myself alive in my sheets."

"Don't you mean half-alive!" Sam yells, but it's too late; Danny's already flown off.

"Ugh." Sam says as she picks up the shovel. "We're taking turns."

Tucker slowly inches back from the grave in an attempt to escape, but Sam grabs his collar.

"We're taking turns."

#ectober week 2021 #ectoberhaunt trick #ectober month 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #danny phantom #fanfiction

[levi-supreme]

Can I ask for spicy Mike zacharias?? From romantic date turn into NSFW >\\<

And CONGRATULATIONS for 200 FOLLOWERS❤️❤️❤️❤️💐💐💐💐🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Characters: Mike x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff, suggestive content at the end

A/N: Hello anon!!! Thank you so much!!! This is my first time writing for big boi Mike so I hope you'll like it! Also, I don't know your dietary requirements and/or allergies, so I hope you're okay with the food I'm using, and I'm sorry if you don't eat any of them!

At six-thirty in the evening, your doorbell rang. Quickly opening it, you saw your date for the night, Mike Zacharias, standing in front of you. He looked absolutely dashing, even though he was just in a simple button-down shirt and tailored pants. Mike opted for a pair of loafers, going for the casual look along with his windswept hair.

"Ready to go?" Leaning against the doorframe, Mike gave you a lazy smile. "Yeah sure, hang on, I'll just grab a jacket." you hastily returned to your room to grab a jacket before locking the doors.

You were introduced to Mike through your mutual friends, and you instantly felt the connection with him. Lucky for you, Mike felt the same way too, and asked you out for a date one week later. Today was your third date with him, and you were excited to see how much further your relationship with Mike can go. Mike told you about a new alfresco diner that he was looking forward to bring you to, and you couldn't wait to try the food as well.

The diner was located in a quiet part of town where you can see the coastline. The sight was absolutely beautiful with the evening sky behind. Placing his hand at your lower back, Mike guided you to the diner.

"Good evening, I have a reservation for 7p.m. under Mr Zacharias," Mike greeted the server up front. "Ah, yes Mr Zacharias, a table for two has been prepared for you. Follow me please." The server took two menus from the desk and ushered you both to your seats.

Once the server guided you both to your tables, he recommended some dishes for you both to try. Mike settled for a ribeye steak while you chose to try their poached salmon as recommended by the server. While waiting for the food, you and Mike were constantly chatting, keeping the conversation light-hearted and welcoming. The setting glow of the sun illuminated all of Mike's features perfectly, and as you listened to him, you felt yourself falling harder for Mike.

»»————-　♡　————-««

"Thanks for the wonderful dinner, Mike, I absolutely enjoyed it," you smiled as Mike walked you to your apartment. "No biggie, I'm glad you liked it." Leaning against the wall with his elbow, Mike looked at you, dazed. You both stood outside the door, silently watching at each other. You could feel it, the tension between you both, waiting for one person to make the first move.

Just then, as though the invisible thread holding you both snapped simultaneously, Mike trapped you against the wall, kissing you hard and rough while your hands hugged his waist. Both your tongues battled for dominance, and you felt Mike's hand slowing snaking down your body to grab your ass.

The kiss was passionate, like the man before you, and you felt as though all the breath in your lungs had been knocked out. Clinging onto his shoulders for support, Mike lifted you up as you crossed your legs around his waist.

"We didn't get to eat dessert at the diner, but you can damn well be my snack," Mike groaned after breaking the kiss as you fumbled through your bag looking for your keys. "Midnight snack, brunch, whatever. I'm all yours." Unlocking your main door, Mike kicked it open and you guided him to your room. Mercilessly throwing you onto the bed, Mike looked down at you and smirked.

"Can't wait to find out how you taste like."

Main event | Event Masterlist

#mike #mike zacharias #snk mike #aot mike #mike scenarios #mike zacharias scenarios #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #snk scenarios #aot scenarios #mike x reader #mike zacharias x reader #mike x gender neutral!reader #mike zacharias x gender neutral!reader #levi.supreme #anon.asks #rei.answers #200 follower event: the best date

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Right Where You Left Me

Mind my business

If our love died young

I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong

I'm right where

You left me

A dark room, an empty table with four chairs pushed in. The lights flicker on bringing life back into the diner. The momentary panic disappears as the staff return to their duties, the few patrons around settle their bill to hurry home. Only one lone customer remains, standing by the entrance until she decides to venture to the vacant table in the corner. Her usual spot, left just for her. An empty table with four chairs pushed in, she slides one out to sit on. She doesn’t bother with a menu, she only orders the same thing every time anyways.

Her eyes are closed, listening to the background noise of the restaurant. She only opens them when she hears the shuffle of the chair opposite her move. Green eyes meet blue, he’s late but he’s here. Her face remains neutral when the waitress arrives with her cup of coffee, an identical one is placed in front of her companion. She takes a sip of her beverage then gazes out the window, as always he’s the one to break the silence. Three little words, enough to catch her off guard, turning her attention back on him.

“Ran’s getting married.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“That’s not funny Kudo.”

“It’s the only way I can get you to agree to meet with me. If we talk about her.”

“How is she?”

“Good, she’s about to graduate. She seems happy.”

“She’s good at pretending.”

“I know.”

Picking up her mug again, she puts up her walls. It’s getting increasingly more difficult to sit across from him like this. Talking as if they’re friends, not just strangers who should’ve never met. He’s going to persuade her, it’s a miracle she’s held back for so long, but she can’t give in. She’s the one to break the silence this time, with a question that’s been haunting her ever since their first meeting at this very spot.

“Why.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

“Wasn’t the point to go back? When did you lose sight of that?”

“The night that we…”

“It’s getting late, you should go back.”

“Shiho.”

His hand touches hers before she can move away, she wants to pull free, but she can’t. Not when he keeps looking at her with those deep blue eyes she loves so much. Begging her to stay and hear him out, let him make his case. Guilt eats at her, there’s no winning, she’s still right where he left her.

“I can’t move on. I don’t want to move on. It’s not Ran, it hasn’t been her for a long time.”

“You’re not the only one who can’t move on. She can’t either.”

“What about you? Have you moved on?”

“There’s no moving on for people like me.”

She leaves him sitting alone in their corner. He watches as she walks farther and farther away, never once turning back. He’s offering her an empty promise, even if it is real, she can’t take it. She doesn’t deserve his love.

She finds herself back at the restaurant, a bad habit she just can’t seem to quit. Every Thursday near midnight like clockwork, she sits in her chair observing the quiet of the night from the window. Without fail Shinichi joins her there as well, always late given his tendencies to attract crime scenes; nevertheless he always manages to turn up before her coffee grows cold. A familiar scene as he strolls in taking his seat opposite her, a warm smile greeting her, she doesn’t reciprocate the action.

For once he doesn’t break the silence immediately, she waits for him to say something, anything but he stays quiet. Curiosity gets the best of her, meeting his gaze head on, except he’s looking out the window instead. An uneasy feeling forming knots in her stomach, could it be? A few minutes later, he finally looks at her with a wary expression. As usual he’s the one to break the ice, along with her heart with just three simple words.

“I met someone.”

A sharp pain across her palm, she barely registers the blood from the cut. The sound of her mug shattered into tiny pieces is still ringing in her ears, the white table cloth stained dark brown mixed with a bit of red. His touch brings her back to reality as she utters a soft apology to the waitress for having to clean up her mess. He asks for a first aid kit to patch her up, she tries to pull away, she needs to leave. He doesn’t allow her to, not until she has a bandaid put on. It may be a superficial wound, but knowing her she’ll end up making it worse especially given her current state of mind. He quickly gets to work after settling in next to her, effectively trapping her at the table.

“There, all done.”

He places a gentle kiss on the bandage, keeping her hand in his. She wants to shout at him, how dare he do something like this when he just admitted he met someone else. She never gets the words out, before she even opens her mouth, his lips are on hers silencing her anger. His hand on her cheek drawing her closer, his kisses growing more intense now that he no longer has to hold back. She doesn’t realize how hard she is clutching the front of his shirt until they pull apart for air. He’s shameless as he closes the distance to steal another kiss, this one just a light peck, but he couldn’t resist seeing the effect he has on her. He couldn’t resist teasing her, briefly wondering if she would let him get away with stealing another kiss.

“Had I known this is all it takes for you to drop the act, I would’ve done this sooner.”

“You shouldn’t go around kissing people after admitting there’s someone else.”

“There’s no one else Shiho, it’s you.”

“So you lied to me.”

“To be fair, I didn’t think you would fall for it. You always call me out.”

At a loss for words she stays quiet pouting, he calls her adorable making her blush. It’s honestly not fair, she really should be over him by now. His persistent nature forcing his way into her heart, making a home there without any signs of leaving. His hand finds hers, a pleading look in his eyes is all she needs to know the questions he doesn’t ask aloud. Where does this leave us? More importantly is there even an us? Please say there’s an us.

Her continuous denial over the nature of their relationship sends a pang to his heart. It’s been six years since their return, three since his breakup with his childhood sweetheart. No matter how much he tries to persuade her to give him a chance, she stubbornly refuses. Giving the same excuse: it’s best for everyone to move on and go back to the way things should be. Yet here she is still lingering at the diner he made his confession that she’s the one he wants. Joining her at their old spot is the only time he sees her anymore, she’s all but isolated herself from their loved ones. No more beating around the bush, he’s going to confront her tonight.

“Stop pushing me away Shiho, I know you feel the same way.”

“So what if I do? It doesn’t mean we have to be together.”

“But I want us to, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted the same thing.”

“You shouldn’t even be here. You should be married to Ran with a kid celebrating Christmas together.”

“You know neither of those things can happen. Besides, that’s not even the life I want.”

“It was, once upon a time.”

“Our lives are far from being a fairytale. If it was one, you would have already said yes.”

“I’m not cut out for a happily ever after.”

“You’ve never tried it, how would you know?”

He’s blocking the only path out of this conversation, he’s not letting her leave alone ever again. She’s running out of excuses, having gone through all of them each time they meet. It’s rare for him to win an argument against her, but he has high hopes they can work this out. She has two options, crush him or give in, either way he���s still going to stay by her side.

“Why?”

“There’s no moving on from you Shiho.”

“… you know she feels the same way about you.”

Guilt eats at her, somehow she thinks it’s her fault he fell for her. Even if they never met, he doesn’t think things would work out with Ran. They’re not a good fit, they could never last. He can name a million reasons why it’s not realistic to believe first loves never die out, but that’s a conversation for another time. He chooses his next words carefully, telling her the truth.

“I know, but I’ve always been more selfish than her. Indulge me just this once, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

No cards up his sleeve, his open hand waiting for her to take it, to walk towards their future together. To finally be unstuck in this endless cycle of misery. She takes his hand; they leave the restaurant, never once turning back.

Also available on ao3 <3

#shinshi #coai #forever & evermore #my mind turns your life into folklore forevermore series #I’ve been writing CoAi fics for a year now… never thought I would get this far #thank you to those who help keep the fandom alive. this grey otp continues to haunt me #also for the record this is definitely more of an angsty canon ship song. just sayin’

[heytherejulietx]

Haunted ~ Jughead Jones

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Requests are OPEN

Notes - Hi so I’m seriously proud of this fic, and even though I feel like all of my Riverdale fics flop I’m super happy with this, so if you could reblog this and get it more reach that’s be amazing. (Also, on a note not related to this, I am working on the requests and I’m so sorry about the wait for them, but I was having trouble writing them so that’s why I wrote this fic. Sorry everyone they’re coming soon!)

Warnings - Pure angst and hurt. Be warned.

Word count - 5.6k.

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You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

But I never thought I'd live to see it break

~

Everything changed when Jughead moved to the South Side. Of course, she couldn't blame him for moving, she knew he had to. With his dad behind bars for a murder he didn't even commit and not being able to stay at the Andrews household any longer, he didn't have a choice in moving. Living in his dad's trailer was better than staying with a foster family whom he didn't know, though living on opposite sides of town and now attending different schools meant they saw less and less of each other. And to be completely honest, Y/N missed him so much. She missed having him stay over at her house before school since her house wasn't far from Archie's. She missed waking up with him in the mornings, being greeted with lazy kisses and warm hugs. She missed sitting with him in class, helping him in math and getting his help in English literature. She missed after school dates at Pop's; sharing each other's milkshakes and helping him write his novel.

But once he'd moved, the cracks in their relationship started to appear. At first it was just missed phone calls and being left on read, though soon it developed to frequent arguments, being stood up on dates for the Serpents, and just not seeing each other much anymore. It hurt her, because she missed her once perfect boyfriend, who was now so caught up with his new school and his imprisoned father's gang to give any sort of time or attention to her. Maybe it was selfish, but Y/N wanted him to focus on her, and not anybody else, even if just for one night. She could tell that their relationship was headed downhill, though she thought that it would be fixable. They had been through so much already, surely this wouldn't break them apart, right?

~

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet

And I can't trust anything now

And it's comin' over you like it's all a big mistake

~

Y/N frowned down at the Pop's menu sat on the table in front of her, scowling at the small printed words there. This was the third time he'd missed one of their dates, or just forgotten about it all together. She was guessing it was the latter, as Jughead had been too wrapped up in the Serpents and with Toni Topaz to think of anything else. She was certain that he was getting bored of her, or tired of her company. He was hanging around with a gang now, his people, so surely his plain old north-side girlfriend was getting tiresome? She took a glance out of the window beside her seat, seeing that the sky was darkening into evening - dark oranges and blues swirled together as the sun went down like an artist mixing paint on a canvas. When she'd gotten to Pop's it was still daylight, but he had taken so long to show that now it was getting dark.

Before she knew it, disappointed tears were brimming in her eyes, and a lump was forming in her throat. Why couldn't he just spare a few hours to go and see her? At first, she had given him the time he quite clearly needed, and the benefit of the doubt. He had just moved and he was adjusting, and she got that, but now it had been weeks and there was still no effort put in from his end. It wasn't like he was even a proper member of the Serpents, so she just didn't get it. 

After another few minutes she had paid for the one milkshake she had drank and the one that had been left sitting on the table untouched, that was meant for Jughead, and then left the diner. It was cold outside, the kind of cold that seeped through your clothes and gave you goosebumps. Though she already felt the cold disappointment that had been sticking with her for weeks, now. On the colder days before Jughead had moved, he would give her his denim jacket as they walked to Pop's after school, but just the thought of that now made her want to start crying. She couldn't remember the last time she had been wrapped in his jacket, or even his arms for that matter.

Before she knew what she was doing, Y/N had pulled her phone out and called him, anger washing over her and replacing the sadness she felt. He picked up after six rings. Usually it would only take one.

"Y/N?" He asked, no 'love' or 'baby'. "Can I call you back later? I'm with the Serpents."

"Couldn't you have spared one night from the Serpents to show up to our date?" She scoffed, lifting her free hand to wipe her eyes which were now streaming with tears. 

"What?" Jughead asked, sounding confused. "We didn't have a date today."

"Yes we did." Y/N sniffled, her lip quivering when realising he'd forgotten. "This is the third one you've missed for Christ's sake, Jug. I shouldn't trust anything you even say, anymore."

"I'm sorry I've been busy." He huffed, sounding more irritated than anything.

"Yeah, you're always busy now." She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat. "Too busy to come and see your girlfriend anymore."

"Y/N, come on-" 

Before he could say anymore she cut the call off, not ready to hear it. Once her phone was back in her pocket she covered her mouth with her hands as she started crying, her chest heaving with each choked sob that passed her lips. Soon it hurt, though nothing hurt as bad as the sadness consuming her from realising he didn't love her like he used to.

~

Holding my breath, won't lose you again

Something's made your eyes go cold

~

It was almost midnight when Y/N heard the rumble of a motorbike turning into her street corner, before she heard the noise cut off right outside her house. It wasn't unusual for Jughead to come and see her after a fight, though it was unusual for them to fight so often. The most they had ever argued before the move was when his father had first been arrested, but she understood that he was just so stressed with everything that he was lashing out at people. Though this was different.

Y/N hadn't moved from her bed since she had gotten home. She hadn't even changed out of her clothes, she had just gotten into her bed and cried. She was still crying by the time she heard her window being pushed open further and someone stepping into her room. Y/N had the covers over her head so she couldn't see him approaching, though she felt the bed dip when he sat down beside her, and felt his hand rubbing her back through the covers. She sat up just enough to turn and move her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest as she started crying again, holding onto him tightly.

"I'm sorry." She heard him whisper into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her shaking body, which only made her cry harder. Did he really mean that? She couldn't be sure.

"Do- do you still love me?" Y/N couldn't help but ask through the tears, needing to know. It felt like he didn't, or that he was loving her less and less every day.

"Of course I still love you." Jughead sighed, his hand lifting to gently run his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, I've been busy sorting out stuff at South Side High and with the Serpents. I really didn't mean to forget about meeting up with you, okay?"

Y/N sniffled a little as she nodded, just holding onto him a little tighter. Whether she completely forgave him or not was a different question, though she was willing to give him another chance to prove that he really did mean what he said. 

"Hey." He said softly, moving his hand underneath her chin to tilt her head upwards. Her red-rimmed eyes locked with his and she watched his expression soften somewhat when he took in her features, though there was something about his eyes that made her stomach swirl with uneasiness. They were just so cold and unlike him. Maybe he didn't really mean what he had said.

~

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Can't breathe whenever you're gone

Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

~

After that night, Jughead had promised to make it up to her and come and see her the following weekend at Pop's. And to be honest, she really needed it. Her week had gone absolutely horribly, with Betty suddenly becoming cold and distant towards her. Y/N couldn't fathom why Betty had become so cruel to her; she just knew that the last time herself and the Cooper girl had spoken, it had ended in a long string of insults from Betty then her walking off. So she could really do with her boyfriend's comfort, after her best friend clearly didn't want to be around her anymore.

Y/N sipped on her milkshake at Pop's as she waited for Jughead to show up, his drink sat untouched opposite her on the other side of the table. Once she had hit the ten minute mark she began to grow worried that he wasn't going to show, but thankfully she spotted him pulling into the parking lot of Pop's after she had heard the rumble of his motorcycle outside. A smile was painted over her lips as she waited for him to walk inside, though it quickly faded once she had caught sight of him.

His face was full of cuts and bruises, most of them looking extremely painful. At first she had been worried that he had been in a fight with somebody at his school, though her stomach sank when seeing the leather jacket he was wearing. The leather Serpents jacket.

He had clearly caught sight of her expression, as Jughead sighed as he slipped into the seat opposite her own. "Y/N, I meant to tell you-"

"That you'd joined the gang you told me you wouldn't?" She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed with disbelief. "Why would you do that? They're dangerous, Jug, they're a biker gang. Are you kidding me?"

"They aren't dangerous." He frowned. "They're like family."

"They're like family?" She scoffed. "Oh, and I'm not anymore?"

"Hey, I didn't say that." Jughead frowned a little more.

"Maybe you didn't say it, but you've been meaning it for weeks!" She practically exploded, sitting up in her seat as her waterline burned with the build up of tears again. "When was the last time we both properly hung out together, hm? Or ate dinner together? Or even spoke to each other without arguing?"

"I told you I've been busy, with-"

"With the Serpents, yeah I know." Y/N scoffed. "You never have time for me anymore, and that's all I'm asking for. I miss you, Jug. You could have at least told me that the reason you were too busy to spare a few hours for me is because you were joining a fucking gang."

"What is your issue with the Serpents?" He snapped defensively, making her flinch at the harshness of his voice.

"You said you wouldn't join them, you promised me, remember that?" She asked. "Oh, but maybe you don't, since you seem to be forgetting a lot recently." She huffed, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears that had started falling. "They are dangerous, Jughead, have you even looked in the mirror recently? If you had to do that to join then what else might you have to do now that you're involved?"

"Will you give it a rest?" Jughead snapped, causing her to flinch once more. "Like it or not, I'm a Serpent now, okay? And I'm sorry that since I have this thing called responsibilities now that I can't spend every minute of the day with you." 

"I didn't say that, Jug." She whispered, more tears falling. "I just miss you, we never see each other anymore and when we do it's... it's like you're a different person."

"Yeah? Well if I'm so different then why don't you just find yourself a new boyfriend, then. One that fits the criteria." Jughead scowled as he got out of his seat, shaking his head as he looked at her.

"Hey, wait." Y/N whispered, also getting out of her seat. "Don't go, Jug, I'm sorry." She whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jughead was still frowning as he pulled away from her touch immediately, shaking his head as he just turned away and walked out of the diner, leaving her stood crying as she watched him leave.

~

Stood there and watched you walk away

From everything we had

But I still mean every word I said to you

~

Despite everything Jughead had said, they didn't break up. A few days later Jughead had stopped by her house to apologise, and for once it looked like he meant it. He had been close to tears himself as he ranted to her about everything, but mostly about how sorry he was and how he couldn't stand to lose her. By the end of the conversation she was crying too, and she had agreed to give him another chance. Maybe by this point she should have noticed just how many chances she had given him recently, and saved herself from any future hurt by breaking up with him, though she couldn't do it. She physically couldn't be without him, it pained her to even think about it.

Everything was good for a while. Betty had given her an explanation as to why she had been acting so funny, and definitely one she hadn't been expecting at that - as she had been getting phone calls from the Black Hood - the infamous serial killer who had taken up occupation in Riverdale over the past however many weeks. Whilst it was a complete and utter shock, she had immediately forgiven Betty, as she understood that she had become distant from Y/N so that the Black Hood wouldn't kill her. And things with Jughead had gotten better. Whilst he was still different to the soft and loving boy she had known before the move, he was clearly making an effort, and that mattered a lot to her.

Jughead had been especially better once his father was out of jail. It was a huge relief for everybody to have FP out, and whilst his return meant Jughead having to step up as Serpent King, Y/N was making an effort to try and understand the Serpents more, so she had been helping Jughead plan FP's retirement party in the Whyte Worm.

Though she had also been meeting up with Toni Topaz there, who was helping her learn the Serpent dance for her own initiation. 

Whilst she still wasn't too fond of the Serpents, she wanted to be there for Jughead to make sure he didn't end up getting hurt or imprisoned like his father, so she had agreed to do the extremely sexist 'Serpent dance' and partially join the gang to keep an eye on her boyfriend.

Even though she wanted to keep him safe, on the night of the party she felt horrible. On her way to the bar she felt nauseated at even just the thought of stripping into lingerie and dancing in front of a whole bar of gang members, but once she was there she felt even worse. The smell of alcohol once she had walked into the building was sickening, and it only made her worse. She was almost convinced enough to leave altogether, though once she saw her boyfriend approaching she knew there was no way of getting out of it now.

"Hey." He smiled once he had reached her, planting his hands at her waist as he leaned down to give her a kiss - thankfully the action helped calm her a little. "You look amazing."

The compliment made her blush a little, as she was only wearing a peach skirt and white blouse, though she couldn't help but wonder what he would be thinking later once she had revealed what she was dressed in underneath the good-girl outfit.

Soon the party was in full swing, and somehow she had managed to lose Jughead in the crowd, though she had managed to find Toni sat at the bar instead. Whilst she wasn't extremely fond of the Topaz girl, she was grateful that she had wanted to help her out with the dance.

"Hey north-sider." Toni greeted once she had sat at the bar, stood on the other side of it. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I'm about to throw up or pass out." Y/N told her, scanning the room for a moment before looking back at the pink-haired girl. "Give me something." She tapped the bar, hoping a drink would help. She didn't even drink - but Y/N was hoping that some alcohol would help calm her nerves.

"Are you sure?" Toni asked as she started pouring a liquor into a shot glass for her. "You don't exactly look like you can hold your drink."

"Please, I need some confidence right now, and if that means drinking to get some then so be it." She sighed.

"Alright then." Toni placed the glass on the bar in front of her, looking a little concerned.

Y/N lifted the glass and eyed the liquid for a moment before lifting it to her lips and knocking back the whole drink in one. It burned it's way down her throat and made her start to cough at the horrible feeling, though despite that she put the glass back on the bar and tapped it, signalling that she wanted another.

"Another?" Toni asked. "Are you sure? Maybe that's not the best idea."

"Please, Toni. I won't be able to do this completely sober." She sighed.

Toni just nodded and started to pour her another one, though as she did Y/N's attention was soon locked on the stage a little away from the bar, seeing Veronica and Archie stood there with the Karaoke machine that Y/N had managed to hire for the party earlier in the week. Tearing her gaze away she took the second shot pretty quickly. It still burned horribly on the way down, though she didn't start coughing again. By the time she had taken her third shot, Veronica and Archie had ran off of the stage mid-song, and Y/N had left the bar to quickly move onto the stage, once Toni had said that it was now or never.

Once she was up on the stage she had managed to meet Jughead's confused eyes in the sea of people, and somehow she didn't tear her gaze as she started singing the rest of the song as she unbuttoned her blouse. Y/N tried her best to look seductive and confident as she stripped herself of her clothes and started dancing, and the alcohol did help a lot with that. She was able to focus solely on the dancing as she moved over to the pole on the middle of the stage and spun around it twice, before lowering herself down onto the floor in front of it. The mass amount of people watching her didn't even phase her as she had moved back to the microphone to sing the last few notes of the song, though once she met Jughead's eyes again she felt her stomach sink with nausea. He had that same cold look in his eye again, the one that looked like he had lost all of his love for her.

After the dance was over Y/N had left with her clothes to change in the bathroom of the Wyrm, missing the speech that FP had started as afterwards she went to stand outside by Jughead's motorbike to cool off. It wasn't long before she spotted Jughead walking out of the back entrance of the bar to come and join her, his expression one she couldn't even read. She could just see that he was not happy, not at all.

"Hey," She said softly as he approached, though was met with no reply once he was stood in front of her. "What's wrong? Was it the dance?"

"It's everything." His voice broke as he shook his head. "And yeah. Why would you do that?"

"I wanted to be a part of this." She told him. "The Serpents, your world."

"Why?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he frowned at her. The expression made her uneasy, as it was one she was all too familiar with recently. "Archie knew to cut bait. Now I'm dragging you down. I'm dragging my dad down."

"He's still figuring it out." She told him softly, trying to muster up a genuine sympathetic smile. "And it's gonna be okay, we'll figure out whatever we have to do together." Y/N reached out to place her hands on his chest, though frowned when he had immediately stepped backwards.

"No, Y/N. Mm-Mm." He shook his head. "Not together."

The words struck her like he had just slapped her around the face. Her head tilted a little as a sudden coldness rushed over her body, nausea swirling around her stomach once again. Was he really about to break up with her?

"Y/N, if you stay, I don't know if I can protect you anymore. You might get-" Jughead paused as he ran a hand over his mouth, before planting both of them on her shoulders. "You probably will get hurt. I can't let that happen to you."

Y/N felt her waterline burning with a build up of tears as she stared back at him, starting to shake her head. "That's not your decision to make." She practically whispered.

"Actually, yeah it is." He stepped backwards as he spoke, the painful cold gaze returning to his eyes. 

"How many times, Jug?" Y/N asked as the tears started falling down her cheeks, her voice becoming wobbly with emotion. "How many times are we going to push each other away?" She gave a light push to his chest as she spoke, taking in a light breath as she tried to stop the tears. 

"Until it sticks." The harshness in his voice just made more tears fall as her expression crumpled. "This was my dad's one chance at going straight, and I wrecked it. I'm not going to destroy you, too." He moved to turn and walk away, though Y/N started following instead.

"Just tell me what happened, Jug." Her voice broke as she moved to grab his jacket and turn him around, tears cascading down her face faster as she reached up to cup his face in her hands. "Tell me."

"Please," His voice was weak, and she could see that he was holding back tears, too. "Go home."

Jughead stared at her for another moment before pulling away from her hold, and turning away to walk back into the bar. Y/N couldn't stop the oncoming wave of sobs as she watched him walk away and head back into the bar, her heart aching as she covered her face with her hands. She felt like somebody had just ripped out her chest. He wasn't her's anymore, and she wasn't his.

~

He will try to take away my pain

And he just might make me smile

But the whole time I'm wishin' he was you instead

~

The next day, Y/N had found out on the same night that Veronica had broken up with Archie too. She had been at Pop's trying to fight back a fresh wave of tears, when Archie had taken a seat beside her and started up a conversation with her. She eventually just broke into a fresh wave of tears as she tried explaining to Archie what had happened, and he had moved his arms around her to hug her, trying to comfort her in the best way he could. Though it felt wrong - his arms felt different to Jughead's, they were more muscular and harder. That fact alone just made her cry harder as she held onto Archie, as she wished it was Jughead sat with her instead. But she couldn't seem to let go of Archie - needing the reassuring contact even if it wasn't from the right person. So she just held onto him tightly as she cried, silently wishing it was Jughead instead.

~

Oh, oh, holding my breath, won't see you again

Something keeps me holding on to nothing

~

Y/N returned to Pop's the day after, hoping to catch Archie there again. Though as she had walked though the doors of the diner, instead of seeing her red-haired friend, she saw Toni sat at the table beside her usual one instead. She frowned as she looked at her, knowing she probably knew about what her gone down between herself and Jughead at FP’s retirement party. She had tried to walk part Toni without being noticed, though just sighed when she heard her call her name.

“Y/N?” She asked, causing the girl to force a smile as she turned to face her. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened between you and Jug at the party.”

“It’s fine.” Y/N shook her head. It wasn’t fine, far from it, but she wasn’t about to stand and talk to Toni Topaz about her feelings, of all people. “It’s probably been a long-time coming.” She sighed.

“Listen, I-“

“Y/N?” Another voice came from behind her, an all too familiar voice, causing Y/N to frown as she turned around and saw Jughead stood there. She hadn’t seen him since the night he’d broken up with her, and hadn’t planned on seeing him for a long while, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Though instead of tears of sadness filling her eyes like she thought would happen, angry tears filled them together as she put two and two together. She glanced between him and Toni, and just shook her head as the tears started falling. He was meeting up with her, not even three days after they had broken up.

“Nice.” She whispered. “Rub salt in the wound, why don’t you?”

“What?” Jughead asked, before his eyes widened as he looked at Toni before back at her. “Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Jughead.” Y/N shook her head as the tears fell faster, quickly stepping past him and towards the exit of the diner to head outside. Her vision quickly became blurred with tears as she walked, breathing becoming a difficult task as she pushed back any verbal cries trying to escape.

“Y/N wait!” Jughead called after her. “It’s not what you think, please.”

Y/N turned around to face him as she started full-on crying, despite trying not to. “No, Jughead, I don’t care!” She shouted through her tears, her whole body starting to shake. “Just leave me alone, okay? I can’t be around you right now.”

Whilst Jughead stumbled over his words trying to say something, Y/N just turned around and walked away as she started sobbing freely.

~

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted

Come on, come on don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Can't breathe whenever you're gone

Can't turn back, now I'm haunted

~

By the time Y/N had gotten home, she was a mess. Her chest hurt with each rough cry that passed her lips but she couldn’t stop. Weeks of emotional torture she’d endured, watching Jughead fall out of love with her, and just as things had started to seem okay he’d broken up with her. He had said it was to protect her, because he couldn’t let her get hurt, but was that really the reason? Or was he really just not in love with her? And wanted to be with Toni instead?

Once she had managed to get to her room she just slammed the door and fell to her floor, her hands covering her face as she hunched over. Everywhere hurt; her chest, her throat, her eyes, her heart. She felt like screaming, screaming for hours until her throat was raw and she couldn’t make anymore noise. Though she couldn’t physically stop the sobs long enough to even try to scream.

Her hands were shaking once she’d moved them from her face to plant them on her bedroom floor to stable herself, the shakes travelling up her arms and through her body until her entire frame was quivering with the agonising pain she felt. The tears couldn’t seem to stop, either. It felt like she had been crying ever since the break up, and for the most part she had.

“You’re not gone.“ She sobbed, hitting the floor with her palms before hunching over again as she continued crying. “You can’t be gone!“ The words mixed in with her crying to the point where she sounded like a wounded animal, begging for death. And in a way, she felt like it. Y/N didn’t think she could survive without Jughead by her side.

~

You and I walk a fragile line

I have known it all this time

Never ever thought I'd see it break

Never thought I'd see it

~

Another week passed before she saw Jughead again. The first time she had seen him after the break up it had been an accident, though this time he had asked to meet up with her, and for some reason said yes. Y/N tried telling herself that she had agreed to go simply because she was curious about what he had to say, though the real reason was because she was hoping he wanted to meet up with her to get back together.

For once, Jughead was there before her, though the scene looked so odd. For a start, he wasn’t even wearing his signature beanie - just the Serpent jacket that looked so foreign to her. And there was nothing on the table. Usually when they met up, whoever got there first would get each other’s favourite milkshakes. Though the only thing there was an untouched Pop’s menu.

“Hey.” Jughead said softly once she had sat in the seat opposite him, not beside him as usual. “I’m glad you came. I wouldn’t have put it past you if you didn’t.”

“What did you want to talk about?” She asked, just wanting to get it over and done with. Whilst she wasn’t crying herself to sleep every night anymore or tearing up at the mention of his name, she still didn’t trust herself to be with him for too long, in fear of setting off her uncontrollable flow of emotions.

“I just...” Jughead sighed. “I wanted to say I was sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you about it. I probably could have done it all in a nicer way to make it easier for the both of us. And, I just wanted to say that I wasn’t meeting up with Toni last week in the way that you thought. Really, Y/N, she just wanted to make sure I was okay.”

Y/N scoffed quietly as she shook her head, a sad smile making it’s way to her face. “And I was thinking you wanted to get back together.” She whispered, though he heard her.

Seeing his eyebrows furrow and the shake of his head was enough to make her eyes brim with tears again as a lump formed in her throat.

“Y/N, I can’t do that.” He whispered, reaching across the table to take her hands in his. “You’re in too much danger with me, I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“I can handle it, Jug.” She tried telling him, though her throat was clogged up with tears and it made talking an extremely difficult task. “I can handle it, please can we just try.” Tears starter falling as her voice broke, her hands tearing from his as they flew to cover her face. After a moment she felt the seat dip beside her as he sat down, his arms winding around her and pulling her into him as she started crying.

“Please don’t leave me.” She started crying, the sound of her heart breaking almost louder than her cries. Almost. “Please, Jug, this can’t be over, I never thought I’d see this break, please.”

Jughead was stiff as he rubbed her arm gently, letting his lips linger on her forehead as a way of trying to comfort her. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, his own voice thick. “I have to. Y/N.”

At that she just started crying harder as she held onto him, trying to soak up his hold, his touch, everything, as she knew once he left she wouldn’t ever get it again. She turned to be completely pressed into him as she sobbed into the cold uncomfortable leather of his jacket, trying to hold onto him for as long as possible. Though she knew everything was over, and she couldn’t even take the thought. She couldn’t stand to live without Jughead in her life, she just didn’t want to.

She was haunted.

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