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fairlyang · 4 months

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Thigh riding 🕷️

you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had

w/c: 5.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, no use of y/n, lil plot, angy Miguel, going in with no plan, pestering, lots of tension, giving in, making out, thigh riding, jerking him off, tasting each other, cum

notes: the beginning of this I reused for “prank” but that was an og idea I abandoned then did end up using 💀

Miguel had been stressed, annoyed, and overworked for the past week and a half. No one even dared to go into his office or bothered to start up a conversation if they saw him walk the hallways of HQ. Not even Jess.

But that didn't stop Gwen from plotting something, because "why not."

"He will literally kill anything that comes within a 100 feet radius of him-" Miles says making me scoff.

"1000." I mutter shaking my head.

"Okay but we need to help him out somehow-" Gwen starts to say and I widen my eyes.

"Gwen, he will literally kill someone on instant impact-"

"Don't exaggerate-" she starts to say and I cut her off grabbing the ends of my mask and take it off for dramatic effect.

"I saw a glimpse of both veins yesterday." I say and shiver in exaggerated horror. "From afar."

They both turn to look at me with widened eyes. "Neck and forehead?" Miles asks with his mouth agape.

I nod and scoff, "So if you want a death wish....."

"I just feel bad-" she says and sighs. "There must be some way we can distract or help him?"

"I mean I feel bad too, it's not a nice thing to see... but what can we do?" I say and sigh.

Helping him or even bothering up to talk to him would be like talking to a concrete wall. Impossible and won't do anything.

"Maybe take him to one of those rooms where you hit garbage with a bat." Miles says and shrugs.

"A rage room? You suggest we take our boss to a rage room?" I ask and laugh. "Then he'd just get offended we think he has anger issues."

"Think?" I hear a familiar British voice speak and look up seeing Hobie walk towards our table.

I snicker then bite my lip. I'll shut up, Miguel could appear out of thin air. "Tell Gwen that we shouldn't be messing with the devil reincarnate."

"She and Miles shouldn't. Hell I definitely shouldn't..... but....." he trails on as he sits next to me and I groan.

"Do not even-"

"Perfect so you know where I'm going with this. Have fun-"

"Absolutely fucking not-"

"But why-"

"I don't wanna die!!"

"No, you won't-"

"He doesn't even have spidey senses and he's somehow just gonna sense the air being different before I even walk in-"

"Calm down-"

"He's fucking built different Hobie I'd be a goner-"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Do you want me dead?!?" I hiss and he chuckles shaking his head at me and sits across from me.

"What don't you get- listen... he might dislike the rest of us. A lot.. but you're different-"

"Don't say that-“

"It's true and you know it!" He exclaims laughing at my reaction and I bite my lip looking down. There's no way....

I sigh and take a deep breath. Oh god.

"How the fuck do I change his mood though? I can't be too chirpy or pester him. Both are things I'm an expert in but won't help- it'll make shit more fucked-" I whine and groan.

"You can figure it out. You of all people can figure something out...." Miles cuts in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on arañita-" he teases and i scoff. (little spider)

"Oh fuck off-"

"See you're the only one that is even worthy of a nickname by the devil." Hobie teases with a smirk and I scoff.

Fuck-

"I never-" I freeze, eye widened. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All three turn to look at me and give me a look. I purse my lips and close my eyes. I’m the only one worthy of a nickname? Really? just me- Did it really have to be me? I mean he does tolerate me. My presence. On a regular basis.... barely...

Shit.

I sigh and look back at them. "FINE." I mutter and stand up.

Gwen lets out a sigh and Miles covers his mouth not wanting to laugh. I glare at him and he lets out a snicker. "Miles Morales-"

"My bad!!" He says and covers his mouth again.

"If you don't hear from me within the next two hours, I'm as good as dead. Hobie you can keep my dog." I say semi jokingly and he nods giving me a thumbs up.

I roll my eyes at him and turn to Gwen, "You owe me one."

She waves me off letting out a laugh and I sigh. "Good luck." Miles says and fake salutes me.

I walk away from the table and instantly hear them snickering. Couldn't even wait for me to be gone-

What did I get myself into?

I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the cafeteria. I'm done for.

I walk the halls of HQ and head over to Miguel's office. i couldn't help but think. I guess it was kind of true? I bugged him but he never got like really mad? It's like he almost didn't mind my company? He's never kicked me out... what did that mean though?

Now the thing about Miguel is he's a very sarcastic, sometimes cold, very angry man. I somehow ended up kind of befriending him by calling him out on shit early on when I was recruited and he hates when I do it but somewhat respects I have the guts to do it at all. I play around with him a lot and at first it bugged him, a lot but then he started doing it back and that's the dynamic we have going.

Now this didn't make me an exception from when he gets pissed like he is now. At least that's what I was thinking..... but after seeing and hearing what Hobie was saying, I was conflicted. But why wouldn't he get mad at me? Because I was barely able to befriend him? I wasn't even close to the level of friendship he has with Jess and even she hasn't dared to talk to him.... or even Peter's friendship with him, and he's been with him through his ups and downs. So it wouldn't make any sense...

I shake off my thoughts and take a deep breath standing outside his door. I peep through one of the windows and he's looking at his screens. So he definitely hasn't heard me... yet.

I open the door as quietly and slowly as I can only to be met with his frustrated grunts at the screens in front of him. I quietly close the door and lean against the wall. He's swiping along muttering swears in English and Spanish making my eyes go wide.

I'm fucking done for. I didn't even come in with a fucking shed of an idea of how to distract him or cheer his ass up. I'm done. Me va gritar, me va chingar, y ni me va hacer caso- (he's gonna scream at me, beat my ass and he's not even gonna pay attention to me-)

Then he turns around to look me right in the eye, making me jump, and snarls, "You're breathing loud arañita, que quieres?" (what do you want?)

"You have some balls to come in here." He mutters before quickly turning back and mumbles, "Chingdada madre-" (mother fucker)

I cover my mouth to hide my nervous laughter and shake my head. I'm fucking breathing loud??? I knew this would happen-

"Be nice Miguelito, I just came to... check up on you.." I say and walk up to him slowly. I felt a bubble of nervousness form in my stomach and my hands were getting sweaty under my suit. This was gonna be bad...

He turns back around to me pressing a button on his watch making his mask disappear, showing me his distressed face and scoffs. "Check up on me? Oh so now I need hawk eyes all over me at all times?"

I gulp and stop just a few feet away from his platform. What the fuck do I even say???

"Do I look like I need checking up on?!?" He says and slams a hand on the desk making papers fly off and a pen roll off to the floor.

My eyes shift from his eyes to the floor to his neck. Oh god the veins... It's only the one on his neck- I'll try to keep it that way...

"Well...." I trail on and take a step up to his platform but still not within range to touch him or vice versa.

He completely turns to look at me and places a hand on his hip with a look on his face. What was it? Curiosity? Annoyance? Anger? I couldn't tell.

"Listen..." I start and put my hands up in defense, "we were starting to get worried-"

"We?"

"Yes. We. A handful of us..." I say and take another step forward and now having to look up at him but still not within reach. Oh fuck.

"And I think you've been in here too long... necesitas relajarte o distraerte." I say softly and put my hands down slowly. (you need to relax or distract yourself)

"Quieres que me relaje? Distráeme?" He asked unamused with a cocked eyebrow. (you want me to relax? To distract myself)

I simply nod and hold my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"And how do you propose I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me and I bite my lip.

That's such a good question....

"hmm... well I actually didn't really have an idea....." I trail on, scratching the back of my neck and he scoffs.

"So you came in here-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Now listen-"

"No, you listen-"

"Miguel-"

"You came here-"

"Yes-"

"With no idea-"

"Well Gwen was getting worri-"

"Gwen-"

"Well me too I guess but-"

"Oh so you were too-"

"Cállate-" (shut up)

"Escúchame arañita-" (listen to me little spider)

"And it's not that I didn't have a plan-"

"Really because it sure sounds-"

"I just didn't think-"

"You never do-"

"Cabron-" (asshole/bitch)

"Latosa." He snarls and I scoff. (annoying ass)

"Mendigo-" I blurt out and cross my arms against my chest. Then it hits me. (asshole but more aggressive maybe bastard fits)

Fuck.

He walks towards me giving me a glare and I freeze. This is it. I've lived a decent life- I got to enjoy my spider powers for as long as I could, helped a ton of people. But this is it-

He steps in front of me and I bite my lip looking at his chest too fucking petrified to look him in the eye. I bring my arms down to my sides and widen my eyes. Oh god why did he have to be so fucking intimidating.

He unfortunately gets rid of my thoughts and takes care of my lack of eye contact by lifting my chin up with two fingers. I gulp and stare into his eyes.

Amusement. Shock.

Then I look down at his lips. A smirk?

Huh?

"Repeat what you said." He demands and I stifle a laugh.

He was enjoying this? Maybe all he needed was a little pestering? Shockingly enough- could he have missed me- nah.... that's a stretch.

I look directly into his eyes and cross my arms against my chest. "Men-di-go." I say slowly making sure to annunciate every syllable exaggeratedly. I purse my lips and widen my eyes slightly.

I'm playing with fire. No- worse- a fucking ticking time bomb.

He raises an eyebrow with a shocked expression and I have the urge to burst out laughing but I don't want to make this any worse. Then in a swift movement his hand is gripping my jaw and my breath hitches in my throat. He tilts his head and leans down so I can't look at anything besides his eyes.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

He narrows his eyes down and I'm on the verge of breaking. I bite my lip, my heartbeat quickens, my cheeks grow red. His stare was intense. Neither of us looking away.

His grip was then softer, for a split second before he takes another step forward making me yelp as my lower back hit one of his desks.

His body towered over mine and his hands were then gripping the desk behind me, or on each side of my body so I had nowhere to go. I was trapped but it didn't feel intimidating. He didn't look like he was going to pounce. I let my hands stay on my sides and I couldn't move. I felt like I was frozen.

What the fuck was this?

My breathing was a bit unsteady and I couldn't do anything. Why'd I feel like I was in a trance?

My mind then took an unexpected turn from being nervous to intrigued. Excited. And I couldn't help but take a close notice of his features. His pretty crimson eyes. His high cheekbones. His thick eyebrows. His full lips. His big nose- we all know what they say about big noses-

No—

I then feel an oh so familiar feeling appear in my stomach and I gulp. Oh fuck.

My eyes slowly made their way down and really took in everything. I've never been so close to this man... ever... I was able to see everything-

His chiseled jawline that genuinely looked like it was sculpted by gods. Then I realized how much bigger and taller he was than me. He was huge. His broad shoulders. His toned chest. Muscular arms. Those biceps the size of my head. Which were all shown absolutely perfectly by his skintight suit.

Well every inch of him was shown to perfection, accentuating every curve, line, inch of his practically Greek god physique.

I then thought of escaping, my thoughts were going some place they've never been towards him, my breathing was unsteady, but then I felt his hands moving down to my waist making me take a deep breath in. What the fuck??? Que está tramando??? (what is he plotting???)

Suddenly as if a light switched in my brain I realized what I had to offer to relax or distract him.... I felt my cheeks get hot and I shift a tiny bit. Was I really going to-

I slowly looked back up at his eyes and he was already staring at me. He leans down a tiny bit, I could feel him breathing on my nose... I bite my lip and try to calm myself down. There's no way he's thinking the same I am.... Right?

His eyes had darkened and they looked glossy. The look in his eye- it was impossible to miss... oh my god-

I breathe out and slowly move my hand from my sides to go up to his chest. I prayed I wasn't reading shit incorrectly and leave my hands there gently. He didn't stop me. He didn't even flinch. Oh wow....

I didn't know where to go from here- I noticed his heartbeat going all over the place as well. Was he just as nervous as me? Just as excited?

Maybe he's had pent up arousal?

But do I help him?

He leans down a tiny bit more and our lips are now millimeters apart. His grip on my waist was firm and his body was against mine. I could now see the lust in his eyes and I have a feeling he sees it in mine. I was appalled. We've never, ever done anything like this. It didn't exactly feel wrong but it was odd? Different. Confusing. But felt right?

I slowly reach up to wrap my arms behind his neck and look into his eyes then down at his lips. They were right there.

He then clears his throat and I look back up into his eyes. "Creo que ya se como me puedo distraer." He whispers softly, his breath lightly hitting my lips, and I feel myself almost melt. (I think I know how I can distract myself)

So he was thinking the same as me.....

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak and he takes that as his green light. I close my eyes and I feel the softness of his lips on mine. Instant sparks running through my body as I slowly kiss him back. I didn't think I would feel this way- hell I didn't think I'd ever kiss Miguel of all people... but it felt so good and natural...

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt one of his hands going down to my hips and the other softly wrapped around my neck, and deepening the kiss at the same time.

I move my hands up to play with the ends of his curls and lightly tug on them making him let out a moan. I then slide my tongue into his mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands snake down and grope my ass, making a combination of a moan and groan leave my throat.

I feel him smirk before shoving his tongue in my mouth and I melt into his arms. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the desk and stands in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring him closer to me which makes him change the pace of the kiss, more passion, hunger, neediness.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls away making me whimper but his lips went down leaving wet kisses on my jaw, then moving down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more room as he licks a spot then sucking on it roughly making me gasp and grip onto his hair.

He groans against my skin and I feel my eyes fluttering as I feel heat go deep into my core. I was breathing heavily and the way I felt his hand go down to squeeze my thigh, definitely wasn't helping. His other hand was playing with my long hair as he left more love bites on my neck. By this time I felt like my neck was invaded with red marks, he would suck then lick it softly to ease the slight pain and repeat.

His hands were suddenly rougher on me, his hand on my thighs now nearing my inner thigh, trailing up and down, teasing me. He was now tugging on my hair making me head go back and he kissed up my throat sending shivers all throughout my body.

He pecks my lips softly then bites my bottom lip lightly. I cup his cheek and he suddenly picks me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist as he sits us down on the chair he has in his office.

I was sitting on his lap so I leaned down to kiss his neck making my way to his ear and nibble on it. I felt his breathing get harder and a groan leave his lips. I grind myself slowly onto him, I almost stopped when I felt him- he was so fucking hard...

I positioned myself properly and moved to grind directly on his bulge as I went down to kiss down his neck wanting to leave some marks on him. I found a spot and sucked on it harshly before licking it and moving my head towards his throat and kiss up it. I felt a groan against my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

Why was that so hot?

I felt my wetness moving around between my thighs, I was possibly leaking through my suit- how the hell would that even be possible?

"Así- mm así mami-" he moans out and I move my hips a bit faster. I felt my eyes flutter and I felt like I could pass out already but I knew I had to stay in the moment. (Just like that)

I felt his hands grip on my hips helping me grind against him while my hands were behind his neck trying to steady myself. I moaned against his throat and I felt his hips buck up making his bulge directly rub against my clit. Fuck. "S-shit-" I murmur and feel my eyes closing.

"Would you get mad if I ripped your suit open?" He suddenly asks and I stop. I widen my eyes and I just look at him.

"A-Are you insane-"

"I could have Lyla make you a new one right now-"

"Don't call her now!!"

"I'm just saying-"

I then close my mouth and shake my head slowly. He motions for me to stand up and I get off his lap and stand in front of him with furrowed brows. He gets on his knees then in just a few seconds his hands go to my thighs as he rips the fabric of my suit, between my legs to be more specific. Now I just had a big hole between my thighs. "You owe me a new and improved suit by tomorrow." I mutter and he just chuckled and grabbed the back of my thighs.

He left small kisses on my inner thigh and I felt my legs shake. God how did he have this much of an affect on me-

I then suddenly feel cold and I look down and gasp at the sight. He used his fangs to rip my panties.

My mouth was wide open as he looks up at me with a smirk, my little blue thong between his fingertips. "Oh you sick f-" I start but then he spreads my legs apart and blows a small puff of air against my slit making me quiver.

I whine and he laughs. "Que decías nena?" He teases making me try to squeeze my thighs but he had a strong grip on them. That petname- (what were you saying baby girl?)

From his lips- madre mía- (oh my god-)

"S-sick fuck." I mutter and he smirks.

"Now I still want you riding my thigh... but I need to taste you." He growls and as soon as he finishes his sentence he licks a long strip on my already soaked pussy.

I moan and indistinctly move my hands down to his hair. He licks it softly at first until he went up to my swollen clit and kissed it, licked it then sucked on it harshly like a man that hasn't had dinner for weeks. He definitely was a starved man.

"M-Mig-" I moan out and buck my hips towards his face. He groans against my pussy and his hands grip the back of my thighs harder.

I move my hips back and forth and he continues eating out my pussy. His hands moved to smack my ass for a second and then up to my hips helping me grind against his mouth. "So good Miguel-" I murmur breathless.

He pulls away making me whimper until he brings a finger up to rub my swollen nub and I let out a moan. "Estas más deliciosa de lo que me imaginé arañita." He purrs looking right into my eyes. (you're more delicious than what I had imagined)

I whimper and close my eyes. This is really happening.... Miguel O'Hara is between my legs- I just felt his tongue on my pussy... he is on his fucking knees looking up at me- All it took to distract him was some pussy?

I come back to reality when I no longer feel his touch. I open my eyes to see he's stood back up. I look up at him as he back up to sit back up on the chair. Oh....

With one finger he motions for me to sit on his lap and I don't hesitate to walk back to him and place myself on his lap again. He shifts in the chair to have his left thigh directly on most of the chair then grabs my hips and make me lift one leg over his.

He brings my hips down my pussy now making contact with his suit. I gasp at the new texture and put my hands against his shoulders slowly moving. "Good girl." He purrs and his hands on my hips helping me move making it easier for me.

"I- but y-your suit-" I stammer and try to stop but his hands make me continue moving.

"It's fine." He whispers and presses on his watch and I watch as the lower half of his body is soon exposed as the pixels of his suit disintegrate.

My pussy was now directly on his toned thigh and it felt so good. My eyes begin fluttering again as I move my hips rubbing myself against his now soaked thigh. I then open them again and instantly take notice he's completely bare.

My breath hitched at my throat when I looked at his thick cock that was already throbbing and leaking with precum. I widen my eyes and gulp. There was no fucking way he'd fit... as if he read my mind he chuckles and lifts my chin up to look at him then holds my hands. "We don't have to go all the way- if anything I think seeing you cum will do it for me." He says and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and he groans. I bite my lip and roll my hips back and forth again, my hands going back to his shoulders to steady myself. He lets out a deep breath and his hands go back to my hips. "Look at you fucking dripping on me pretty girl." He purrs making me blush.

I look down at his cock and bring a hand down to gently grab it then spit on it. I start stroking him with my saliva dripping down a vein and I feel myself getting wetter. He groans, his grip on my hips now tighter as I grind myself faster on him. "M-Miguel-"

"You're doing so good arañita." He murmurs as I stroke him faster letting out moans of my name.

I whimper and feel my thighs starting to hurt but I was also slowly feeling my orgasm coming in. "Asi nena- se siente tan rico-" he praises breathlessly. (Just like that baby girl- it feels so good-)

He lays his head back and I let out bundles of moans and whines on top of him. He bucks his thigh up making me whimper in pure pleasure. My eyes were glossy, my body was growing tired but I was so close and he was too I could tell by the way his cock was twitching in my hand. I lean forward closer to him to have somewhat easier access to jerking him off.

One of his hands lets go of my hip and cups my cheek as he leans in to kiss me roughly. It was the sloppiest kiss I've ever endured in my life but I didn't mind and I kissed him back with just as much of his neediness. He moved his thigh up and down making my tremble and moan against his lips. "No pares-" he mumbles against my lips and I slide my tongue in his mouth stroking him even faster. (Don't stop-)

I feel him groan in my mouth and I melt into his shoulder almost giving out. Both his hands were back on my hips pushing them back and forth as he saw I was slowing down a bit. How kind.

I pull away and l lean my forehead against his, breathing heavily, legs trembling. My orgasm quickly took over making me shake more and let out shaky moans. I stop moving trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I felt Miguel's grip dropped from my hips and to hold my other hand. Our fingers intertwined and my hand still didn't stop but that's when I looked down at his cock in my hands and realized he was cumming so I slowed down, letting him ride his high.

He let out so many grunts and moans bucking his hips into my hand. His streaks of cum shot up to my hands, his stomach, and my thighs. I chuckle looking down at the mess he made and bite my lip.

It's only fair I get to taste him too.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off his cum that landed on my hand. I hear him gasp when I swallowed and I look up at him with a smirk. "I needed to taste you too." I say and bite my lip.

He snickers and shakes his head. I then notice the slight tug of a smile forming. Jesus.

Oh god- why the fuck did that give me butterflies.... Why did he look so good.

I looked at him, eyes hazed, hair pulled back, he was sweaty but he looked fine. So fucking good.

I can't believe we did that- us.

He was still holding my hand and I feel myself blush. Fuck- well now what?

I let out a sigh and try to stand up but instantly felt the pain in my thighs. "Fuck-" I groan and sit back down on him.

"Come here I got you." He says softly and moves my left leg over.

I lay my head against his shoulder and I feel him slowly lifting me up. I wrap my arms behind his neck and nuzzle between his chest. I felt fucking exhausted. "You did so good arañita." He whispers and I fight back a smile.

He walked up off deeper into his office, probably taking us to his room considering he completely fucked up my suit and my whole pussy was on display. I pull away and point at him. "New suit-"

"Yeah yeah yeah- para mañana. I got it." He retorts and I laugh. (For tomorrow)

He placed me down on his bed and I yawn. My body felt so sore and I look down at my thighs. Still had his cum on me... I bite my lip and shake my head in disbelief. How did this happen?

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and some sweats. I scoff and shake my head. "Those won't fit."

He rolls his eyes at me and throws them at me, I catch them before they can whack me in the face. "Rude." I mutter and start talking off the remains of my suit.

I grab the ends from my neck and pull it down my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra today.

"Where the fuck is my-?" I start to say then look up at him mouth agape.

I look at his hand and sure enough there it is. My thong. "Give it-"

"Ask nicely."

"I literally just helped distract you from your shitty ass week- dámelo!!!" I demand and stand up somehow gaining the strength to walk over to him. (give it to me!!!)

His eyes gaze down at my bra and I roll my eyes. "Want the matching bra?" I tease and he smirks.

"Well it is only fair I get bo-"

"Estas loco- now give it!!!" I whine and reach for it but unfortunately he was faster than me and lifts it high above my head. (You're crazy-)

Why did he have to be built like a giant at desperate times like this....

"I have an idea-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Dámelo latoso." I say sternly and he scrunches his nose. (Give it to me annoying fuck)

"You're not convincing me very well..." he trails on and I shake my head.

"Fine." I say walking back to his bed and putting on the clothes he gave me.

I slip on the big sweatpants and groan. I pull on the drawstrings to the tightest it can go and tie it. "It looks like I have no ass-" I whine and roll my eyes.

I quickly slip on the shirt and take off my bra. I slip the straps off my arms through the arm holes and then take the bra off from under. I throw it at him and with ease he caught it.

"Maybe this'll be how we can calm your ass down...." I say and give him a wink before walking out of his room.

"You're the perfect distraction arañita." He calls out and I bite my lip.

I take a few steps and I was back in his office before I quickly ran out. I open the door, slip out then close it. I lean against the door and can't help the smile the appeared on my face. Wow.

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NOTES — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: after months of mutual pining, jess arrives at luke’s having read your favourite novel. oh, and he has some notes.

warnings: swearing, jokey sexual reference, other than that just tooth rotting fluff vibes

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i loved it sm i had to immediately start writing!!! i hope it does jess justice — i love writing him so much. i may go back and edit some bits im not 100% happy with — but i hope you enjoy!!!

pleaaaaase let me know what you think — i love love love reading you guys’ feedback <3

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“I finished it.”

If you were anyone else, you’d have jumped out of your skin at the sudden, and rather loud, appearance of someone beside you.

But this was you, and it was Jess, so you were more than used to your ‘peaceful’ study sessions at Luke’s being interrupted by his ever-present smirk, his flirting and his endless supply of smartarse comments.

Not that you could complain.

You’d grown used to his omnipresence over a year ago. And it had been months now since you’d realised that you no longer just tolerated his company — you enjoyed it a ridiculous amount and instead longed for it when he wasn’t around.

You eyed him quizzically, noting how proud of himself he looked for reading your favourite book, but also noticing an unusual lack of self-assurance glimmering through his expression.

“I would ask if you mean this trig stuff for Mr Elton,” you gestured down to the homework you’d been painfully poring over for the past hour, “But I know you too well to expect you to actually do your homework, so what are you talking about?”

He didn’t mention that the real reason he never studied in your trig study sessions was because he was more often than not too busy staring at you and coming up with things to say to make you laugh.

Jess raised his eyebrows, but then shook his head and cleared his throat to do a godawful impression of you, “Oh Jess, I can’t believe you’ve never read it. My favourite novel in the whole world and you’ve never read it!”

You scoffed, “If that was supposed to be me, get out of here.”

“Please, like you really want to get rid of me,” he teased, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you, “Then you’d be miserable and heartbroken and, even worse, have to actually finish your trig homework. Besides, I enjoyed it.”

Your eyes brightened up at this, and you could tell he noticed, “Don’t look so surprised, Y/N. Your taste isn’t that bad… I mean, you hang out with me don’t you?”

“For some reason, yes,” you pretended to grumble, feigning ignorance of the butterflies in your stomach at his usual smug smile, “But you really liked it?”

He sat down in the seat opposite you now, pulling the book from his bag and slamming it down in front of you, “Well, I have notes of course.”

You rolled your eyes, at which he couldn’t help but laugh, “Hey, it wasn’t terrible. I did say I enjoyed it… Some of the notes are nice.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“You wound me,” Jess feigned a pout, “Romance isn’t usually my genre and you know that.”

“Of course. Hemingway fanboy is too cool for my sappy romantic books, huh,” you joked, heart still racing wildly at the notion he’d even started reading it, let alone finished it.

“Pfft. Austen fangirl should be less rude and give more Hemingway a try, I say,” he quipped back, tongue in cheek.

“Hey, I like Hemingway,” you shook your head, “I just don’t go to bed and jerk off over how great I think he is like you so obviously do.”

He shook his head and pulled a face that faked shock, “And how much time in the day, on average, would you say you spend thinking about what I jerk off over, huh?”

“You are such an ass,” you tutted, swatting his arm, “Approximately none, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Anyway, if you’re done being gross, let’s get back to the important thing here. You read my book,” You reached to pull the book towards you, only for him to snatch it back and rest his elbows on it.

You furrowed your brows at him, “What’ve you got to hide in there?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip between his teeth now as though he was thinking hard about something.

“C’mon, Mariano,” you leaned forward, “I assumed that since you brought the book with you, I’d get to see at least some of your notes.”

His fingers were picking at the edges of the book’s cloth sleeve, his toes drumming on the floor anxiously like they’d recently begun to do more often when he was around you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, “Look. I’m going to give you this, and then I’m gonna leave the diner, alright? And then, and only then, you can open this book up, and you can read what’s in there. And if you never see me again it’s ’cause I’ve died of embarrassment or something. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes, chin on your palm.

He slid the book in your direction now as you watched him swallow thickly and cocked your head to the side like a curious puppy, “Ever so cryptic, aren’t you?”

“You’ll figure it out, Miss Marple.”

With that, he rose to his feet and darted out of the diner before you could even say another word.

You briefly made eye contact with Luke behind the counter, who watched you carefully for a moment before looking down at the book now carefully clutched between your fingers.

You wasted no time then, pulling open the book and desperately skimming for whatever the hell he was talking about.

You weren’t sure what on earth you expected to find when you flicked through its pages, but it most certainly wasn’t a plethora of sticky tabs with scrawled notes on about how the protagonist reminded him of you.

You expected even less, then, to find a note in Jess’ handwriting at the very back of the book declaring that he realised halfway through — when the two love interests whose relationship bore a crazy resemblance to your own, realised that they were in fact in love — that he’d been stupid to deny that he even liked you, let alone that he’d quite obviously fallen stupidly in love with you.

Shock coursed through you, your heart racing at the uncharacteristically romantic and yet somehow still so incredibly Jess gesture.

You stood up, almost knocking over your chair as you placed the book under your arm and turned to leave, “I’ll be back—uh, soon.”

Luke nodded, “Go get him kiddo.”

You smiled, butterflies whirling in your stomach as you left the diner almost as quickly as Jess had just minutes ago.

You knew exactly where you’d find him — perched on the bridge swinging his feet and letting his mind convince him you wouldn’t in a million years feel the same.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps approaching, you saw him clench his eyes shut as if in hope that he was imagining you and that you’d soon disappear.

“You can’t confess your love for me and then run away, Jess,” you bit your lip as you teased him softly, “It’s not fair not to give me a chance to say it back properly. You do get bonus points for how much of a romance novel cliché that move is, though.”

He sighed, a deep heavy sigh of relief, and it was as though suddenly he reverted to his usual self, “Technically the book confessed my love for you, actually. And the window for reciprocating hasn’t quite closed yet. I’m all ears, pretty girl.”

You loved this.

You loved how easy things always were for you with Jess.

Everything that went unspoken still never went unsaid — sure, you’d been flirtatious friends for a while now, uncertain of quite how seriously he reciprocated your feelings, but deep down you always sort of knew.

You loved that ever since he’d come to Stars Hollow, he’d shown that he cared in his own silly little ways.

And he loved you.

And you loved him.

You sat down at his side, still clutching the book tightly as he finally looked across at you with a small smile.

“You’re such a romantic, huh? I didn’t know you had it in you,” you nudged his side teasingly, “But I— Jess I do love you, and I’ve probably loved you for a long time even though I didn’t want to let myself admit it.”

“Wow, okay Mr Darcy… Wait ‘til Luke hears that the real reason you’ve only just told me that is because you think he’s embarrassing,” he mocked, but you felt him shuffle closer, “I’ve definitely loved you for longer than I thought I had too, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Much better, Miss Bennet,” you laughed, linking your arms and leaning against his shoulder as he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

You felt Jess’ chest rise and fall as you closed your eyes and let the sound of the stream beneath you wash over you.

“So, like, I don’t know the protocol with the whole ‘best friends to lovers’ trope like you do, so you’re gonna have to help me out here,” Jess chuckled.

You sat back up to look at him whilst still keeping hold of his arm, “Hmm, I think what’s meant to happen next is you kiss me and ask to take me on a real date. Pretty sure that’s right.”

“Right, everyone’s favourite cliche moment,” Jess rolled his eyes jokingly but cupped your face with his palms, “God, what have you done to me?”

“You looove me,” your response was muffled as he pressed his lips to yours to shut you up, at first gently and then with a touch more urgency.

When you pulled away, he let go of your face and smiled softly, “So about that date?”

“You got it, Mariano,” you grinned, kissing him quickly once more as you paused, “But you’re going to have a tough time doing anything as romantic as annotating my favourite book and writing me a love note, you know.”

He scoffed, “Oh I’ve got plenty more where that came from, Y/N.”

“Is that a threat?” you giggled, leaning back into his side.

“Just you wait and see.”

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ok so i kinda lost my way with this a bit eventually and i’m sorry it’s quite short but i had sooooo much fun writing it. i love jess so fucking much and i’m so grateful for all the jess requests i get — trying v hard to work through them asap because it’s so fun.

thanks for reading! here’s my masterlist for more <3

#jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #jess mariano x you #jess mariano imagines #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagines #gilmore girls imagine

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jotarosexhusband · 5 months

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ANIME TBOY SWAG TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS MATCH 2

Kamille Bidan (Zeta Gundam) VS Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

propaganda under the cut!

KAMILLE:

in the first episode he physically attacks a military officier for offhandedly saying he has a girl's name

KAMILLE WARRIORS RISE #<- has not watched zeta #i just like kamille

begging and pleading for you to vote kamille he’s one of us

VOTE KAMILLE (below image from here)

64.media.tumblr.com

this ask

RESPECT THE OG TRANS MECHA BOY!! HE STARTED A WAR BECAUSE HE WAS MISGENDERED!

Vote kamille he actually pulls with his Tboy swag

#kamille literally gets in fight over his name and gender more than once

Kamille is 100% banned from lex certified tboy though with a college fuckboy phase.

there are a bunch of tags on his round 2 match that just say "BIDAN BLAST!!"

#Kamille is so so so so trans it’s insane

#Kamille sweep he deserves it he's done so many acts of terrorism

everyone needs to vote for Kamille, he will start another war if he loses

Kamille literally punches a dude for saying his name is a girls he’s so

ED:

#EDWARD FUCKING ELRIC SWEEP #that boy is FULL of gender but definitely numero uno is his trans boy swag

#ed elric is constranly called short idk whats more tboy swag than that #other than using his prosthetics to modify his body to fit his tastes. because thats also pretty trans and therefore swag

#ED SWEEP #the only two characters who might have ANYTHING on him are link and jesse pinkman #but ed is the winner in my heart.

#EDDDDD #edward elric #if a trans person says ed is hashtag relatable #then yeah #slay ed slay

#are you fucking kidding me? are you kidding me. #ed doesn't have competitors. he IS the tboy swag.

#ED ELRIC SWEEP LESGOOOOOO #Hes trans bc i want his gender im not taking criticism

#EDWARD ELRIC!!! #og gender envy anime boy for me #i wanted his gender before i even knew that was a thing i could want

#anime tboy swag bracket #zeta gundam #kamille bidan #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #ed elric #edward elric #semi-finals

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oharamwah · 9 months

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inspired by fan art. but i feel like yn would be a little nervous whenever miguel kisses her neck because she thinks he’s bite her? and when he leans in for a kiss she gets jumpy and he’s like “ ??? you okay babe? ”

♡☆ — safety first : you and miguel make a safe signal for whenever you need it. → 1.6k

boyfriend!miguel x gn!reader

contents : accidentally scary miguel, flangst ? sorta ? it’s like fluff angst then fluff again ahah, and miguel being sorry :( also miguel calling the reader baby LOL, and cussing. like once.

posted july 28th - to be edited !

everyone in miguel’s life knows that when miguel is working, he works for hours.

he’s what some call a workaholic — he had been working on a particularly difficult case one week, allowing it to consume his entire life. he knew it was unhealthy, but he values his job more than anything else.

almost anything.

for a long time, miguel swung solo. he never saw the importance of love nor did he desire it. he always said that love and work could never be 100% balanced, and so he lived that way. loveless. and he was okay with that.

but things changed when a very special person entered his life, because things always change, one way or another.

9:00 pm — you’re lying in bed, scrolling on your laptop while waiting for your postmates to arrive.

to you, it’s any normal day off. you had gotten hurt pretty badly while on a faraway mission with jess and gwen the previous night, so miguel allowed you to take a few rest days.

if you were anyone else, miguel wouldn’t care.

“you signed up for this.” was his usual response, but he’d never talk to you like that. not a chance.

you sigh as you look at the clock.

‘it’s been 10 minutes already, where’s my food?’ you pout.

and that’s when you hear knocking on your apartment door.

you practically jump out of bed and sprint, so excited to eat dinner. but there’s no delivery guy when you open the door — instead it’s your boyfriend, miguel.

he’s got a proud smile on his face. he’s wearing the best outfit he could scrounge up and he’s holding what appears to be a very messily handmade bouquet, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a dark red ribbon.

“delivery for the most beautiful in all the multiverse.”

his cheesy entrance makes you laugh — he looks awfully sweet right now. miguel’s made small gestures like this in the past, bringing you lunch on weekends or even just coming by after work to say hello and spend the evening with you. seeing you is his love language after all.

“miguel!” you squeal, “i thought you were working?”

you move out of the way to let him in and he does so, removing his shoes and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i was, but i wanted to check up on you.”

you shut the door behind you and tip toe up at miguel, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him just an inch closer.

before your lips can touch, he whispers, “evening, lovely.”

you smile and press your lips against his, the taste of your chapstick coating his mouth. you missed him during your singular day off.

the two of you shuffle over to the living room, barely breaking the kiss. you can tell he missed you too. he’s placed the bouquet on the coffee table and you two sit on the couch, with you resting securely in his lap. you can feel your skin warm up wherever his hands go.

he quickly removes his jacket and tosses it beside him, his lips starting to separate from yours. he’s peppering small kisses all over, starting on your lips, then moving to your cheek, and then he’s at your jawline, before he ends up at your neck. he pauses, taking his sweet time to kiss you there, slightly nibbling on your skin. you feel yourself flinch and your heart sinks a little, and within seconds, he notices the shift in the atmosphere. your body starts tensing up and you quietly hum in discomfort.

miguel pulls away and looks at you. you look a little flushed, a little scared, even, and he’s no longer driven by love, only worry.

“everything okay?” he asks, a little nervous. he worried that he invaded your comfort zone.

you only felt bad. the last thing you wanted was to offend miguel, but the little voice in your head decided today was the day to let your anxieties take over. miguel’s always so gentle with you and you trust that, but you can’t help but worry a little bit.

miguel is a man of many.. weapons. but even when the suit is off and he’s just himself, there’s one thing that is always there — his fangs.

you’ve seen miguel heated; something many people are afraid of, including you. eyebrows furrowed, muscles tense and his fangs bared. and while he’s rarely ever heated around you, that doesn’t bring you much comfort. the thought that he could fortuitously bite you always lingered in your mind.

“y/n,” he says, interrupting your thoughts, “something wrong?”

you realize that you’d been silent for a minute.

“oh i,” you start, ‘shit. what do i tell him?’

“i’m okay,” you nod. ‘you’re lying to him.’

miguel gives you a look.

the bond you two have built over the years is special. you know he knows that something’s wrong.

“you sure?”

miguel straightens his posture and sits his hands on your hips. the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to even think of lying again. all you can bring yourself to do is lower your gaze to your hands as you fiddle with your ring.

“if something’s bothering you angel, you can tell me.” he says softly, trying his best to make you feel as if you can tell him the truth.

miguel knows his boundaries, so he doesn’t press you just yet. he waits.

“it’s just.. it’s your teeth…” you finally respond, almost whispering. you still can’t look him in the eye, and you’re pretty certain he didn’t understand you, which, you didn’t really want him to. but to your dismay, he heard you loud and clear.

“my teeth..?” he asked, puzzled by your response. he had expected that you didn’t feel like making out at the moment, or even that you had to go to the bathroom, but it was just his teeth. he finds it a little funny, chuckling as he looks at you. you were all tensed up because of his teeth. but he quickly realizes this isn’t as amusing to you as it is to him.

“what about my teeth?” he says with a more serious tone. he wants to take you seriously.

“well.. your fangs.” you mutter, “they.. they’re sharp right?”

‘are you kidding me. of course they’re sharp you idiot.’ you think.

miguel smiles a little. “yeah, pretty sharp.” but his smile quickly fades as he realizes what’s wrong here.

“oh.”

“oh..”

a wave of guilt ran through his body. “was it the biting?” he runs his hand through his hair, feeling a bit self conscious.

you shake your head vigorously, “no, no. i-i’m okay with all that..” you say, “but.. i guess i just got a little.. but i know you wouldn’t, i just..”you struggle to finish your sentences.

“i’d never use them on you, y/n.” he reassures.

“no, i know..” you plea, mustering up the courage to look into his eyes. “i know.”

you immediately regret it. you hate the look on his face. in that moment, all your fears were shut down. all you wanted was to comfort your boyfriend who felt guilty about something he couldn’t even control.

“i don’t mean to scare you.” he says, his eyebrows slightly knitted.

“no, no you don’t. i’m sorry.”

“hey,” he exhales, “don’t be.”

your eyes start to well up with tears and you feel embarrassed. you aren’t exactly sure why you’re sorry, you just feel bad. you know miguel didn’t choose the way his teeth were shaped, and you know he would never even try to hurt you, he’s proven this to you countless times. it was just a quick lapse in judgement.

“can i?” miguel says as he gently grazes your hand, and you nod. he uses your hand to guide you into a hug, keeping his hold around you as light as possible. this only makes you tighten yours.

“i really do trust you.” your voice is shaky, but you mean it. it feels so foreign to you that a mere 5 minutes ago, you were nervous your boyfriend would hurt you. you realize that you know him better.

miguel inhales, his chest rising against yours. “that’s all i want.” he pulls away to look at you, “i only want you to feel safe with me.” he wipes your cheek dry.

“i do,” you repeat. “the safest. i should’ve realized it earlier.”

“come on, no more feeling bad.” he says. “you reacted totally normal, honey. you’re alright. we’re alright.” he comforts you, gently rubbing from nape of your neck to the small of your back.

the two of you stay in a quiet embrace, enjoying the comfortable silence. then, miguel has an idea.

“how about a safety signal?” he asks. you tilt your head.

“a safety signal?” you sniffle. “what do you mean?”

“for whenever you feel uncomfortable. something silent so i know when you need a bit of help, or space, whatever.”

you feel your heart strings tighten — you had no idea miguel had the emotional intelligence for this kind of thing. no offence.

you smile at him. “i really like that,” you say, almost proud of your boyfriend for coming up with such a sweet solution.

he smiles back at you with the most handsome smile.

“you can..” he looks at your hair and brushes it softly.

“can i squeeze your thumb?” you ask, and miguel swears he falls for you all over again. you’re serious about this and he loves it.

“you wanna squeeze my thumb?” he laughs, “sure, baby go for it. anything you like.”

you test it out, giggling as you do, and miguel watches you in adoration. you both settle on the idea, but miguel secretly hopes that one day, a safety signal won’t even be needed.

the rest of the evening goes smoothly. your dinner arrives, meaning you two grown adults share one serving of food, miguel properly gifts you the bouquet he made, and the night ends when he says goodnight with a delicate kiss on the neck.

a/n: MY VERY FIRST REQUEST !!! thank u anon, i tried to keep this as gender neutral and ethnicity neutral (is that a thing too? let’s make that a thing) as possible; pls lmk if there’s any issues ! ♡

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara angst #atsv miguel #atsv fanfiction #i love miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara i love you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara one shot

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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 24 days

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Hi love how are you? Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself❤️

I was wondering if you would write about jesse cromeans x reader were the reader found out about Jesse's hobbies,after years of relationship and she decided to break up with him (in one condition she wouldn't rat him out).

And Jesse had been keeping a close eye on her (stalking her ect), till he noticed how she started forming a bump (lol she's pregnant) so he decides to start sending her baby things yk

(a crib, toys, high chair ect.ect) at her door step (like it's he's kind of way to tell her that hey yk ik you don't want me no more and shit but I still wanna make sure u have everything you need lol)

And you take it from there feel free to delete this if you don't like it or just don't wanna write about ❤️I do still enjoy all of your work your blog is amazing and so is your writing 🥰and congratulations on hitting 100 followers.

I do really hope more people would notice your blog YOU DESERVE IT AFTER ALL ❤️❤️

A/n: (WHEWWWWWW I’ve been gone for a hot minute I apologize everyone. Anyway as you requested my darling I’m sorry it took me so long to write.)

JESSE CROMEANS X PREGNANT!READER

WARNINGS: talks of murder, Jesse is obsessed with you (lucky), kissing,kidnapping, sexual themes.

A WEEK AGO

I’m….pregnant? Looking down at the positive pregnancy test. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! What do I do? I can’t tell him can I? Shit. I look at myself in the mirror. I smile and throw away the pregnancy test hiding it under more trash.

Your boyfriend loves you of course you know that but you guys never discussed pregnancy. He never discussed kids and neither did you…sighing I brush my teeth to get rid of the throw up taste in my mouth. How was I gonna tell him. Maybe I should surprise him?

I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom I look at him and I smile. He looks up at me smirking patting the spot next to him. I giggle hoping into bed with him. “How was your day princess?” He signs before kissing down the front of my neck to my cleavage. Running my fingers along his back. “It was good….really..really busy” yeah and I’m pregnant.

He nods before pulling you into a kiss, smiling I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls me on top of him he slides his hands up your nightgown before flipping me onto my back, I start giggling. The next morning I jolt awake. I look beside me seeing him gone. Ah he must’ve already left. I see a note confirming my thoughts

It says “had to leave for work, love you I’ll call you later” I smile before seeing his laptop open…smiling to myself can’t help but snoop. I grab it and open it. Oh it’s his email, must’ve forgotten to close it. I see a email that catches my eye. I click on it.

Horrified, no…..it was a video of Jesse murdering a woman…he threw her onto the ground before raising his knife in the air and plunging it into her head. Gagging I close the video and slam the laptop closed.

I run to the bathroom to throw up.

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Sitting across from him at dinner i held the pregnancy test in your pocket. I stared at him as he typed away on his phone before finally turning to look at you. “We should discuss something” Jesse stared for a minute before typing away on his phone before playing it “we can discuss it later princess” no now Jesse” he sighed before nodding

“I know…..” that’s all I said…it’s all I could really say in the moment. He stared at me before pulling out his phone typing “and?” “And? Really Jesse?” He stared before cracking his neck. “I don’t think I can be involved with you…anymore”

“And I promise I won’t tell”….he stood walking over to me before nodding “as long as you keep your mouth shut princess…it won’t be a problem”

Little did you know Jesse was fuming.

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I was working to jobs right now to afford this shit hole of an apartment. That I shared with my shitty roommate. With the baby on the way I’m wasn’t sure if I could pull off being a single mom. Jolting awake rushing to the bathroom I feel dizzy and nauseated. I hunch over the toilet before throwing up. I sit on the floor of the bathroom…my belly is slightly bigger now.

Standing up I look at myself in the mirror frowning before brushing my teeth and getting dressed for work. Grabbing my brush I put my hair into a low pony tail. As I struggle to tie my sneakers I hear my door bell ring. Sighing I drop my shoes before walking over to the door looking through the peep hole seeing nothing.

“Hm.”

Opening the door I see a box, tilting my head I bring the box inside opening it. It’s…filled with bath bombs, robe, tea, and looking at the card it says “relax you deserve it” smiling assuming it’s from your mom. Grabbing your phone your shove it into your purse before putting on flats giving up in sneakers.

Walking out of the house the waddling down towards the bus stop. Where I sat down and waited for my bus to arrive.

*In the distance there the soft hun the an engine, Jesse watches you from a black Bentley. He takes a puff from the cigarette he was smoking to watch as you get onto the bus he starts his car following after the bus. Once the bus stops and you hop out he parks the car watching you walk past shops to get to your work.

He notices you looking at a summer dress in the stores window. Smiling he watches you sigh before walking away.*

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I sighed as I scrubbed the tables in the diner I work for. Humming as I wipe down the tables grabbing the menus, I walk over to the kitchen the head chef barb stops me “hey hun how ya feeling” I smile rubbing my back I laugh “oh you know the same old stuff” she smiles and hands me a iced tea and a plate of cookies “go take a break hun and eat”

Smiling I nod taking them from her, I sit she smiles they brought a chair back here so I could sit whenever needed. I munch on the cookies happily taking a sip as I stuff the cookies into my mouth. Barb laughs before continuing to work.

Suddenly our boss is in kitchen “get back to work all of ya!?”

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I sighed softly as I unpackaged the 15th box to arrive this week…I didn’t buy any of this baby stuff and when I asked my mother who was sending it she just said no. I scratched my head trying to figure out how to put this crib together. To be fair I wasn’t doing to well on my own. I was worried about how I’d be able to afford all this. You’d think with two jobs I’d be able to support myself. Suddenly my phone rings I sigh standing walking over to it answering the phone.

“Hello?”

I hear nothing…I’ve been hoping Jesse would reach out I looked at all the baby stuff before breaking out into tears shake as I ball into my hands. I thought I could do this. I caress my bump humming as I try to gather myself. “We’re gonna be okay”

Jesses fist is clenched tightly as he watches through the camera. Jesse was not gonna just sit by anymore you are his. He look over to span and Preston before standing. He grabbed Preston by the collars and ordered him to get the car ready.

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Hearing a crash I jolted up holding my stomach I look around confused before standing up the night gown I’m wearing is stretched over my belly. “Hello?” I wa all into the hallway seeing a trail of blood. My eyes widen in shock following the blood. I walk into the kitchen to see Jesse hunched over my dead roommate. He notices me and we just sit there staring at one another. He inhales the smell of you filling his nostrils. God hes missed you.

Staring down at him you don’t know what to say…horrified but happy? Like horrified he murdered your roommate but happy to see him? He stands slowly as if you’ll run away. “Hey princess” he signs I feel tears in my eyes…he approaches before he pulls you into a hug. I lay my head on his chest sighing suddenly trying to pull away when I feel a prick in my neck.

“Ouch…what the hell was that!”

“Just a light sedative…I’m bringing you home.” He types quickly before he grab you and carries you bridal style out of the apartment and to the car he sets you in slowly before buckling you in. He smiles his hand touches your stomach. He takes off his mask placing a kiss on your forehead. I placed his mask back on walking over to the drivers side opening the door he sits down looking over at you closing the door.

He starts driving back home…

He contacted spann typing out “I have her…prepare for her arrival.”

#slashers #jesse cromeans #Jesse cromeans x reader #laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n

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callsigncrash · 1 year

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Various Characters On Your Birthday

Well, it’s my birthday. Decided I’d do this to fill up some time. Enjoy and happy birthday to anyone else who’s got the same one! ❤️❤️❤️

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Tokyo Ghoul

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Yamori

Your birthday is gonna start with a grumble of “Happy birthday.” and a sweet kiss.

He elects to take you out for breakfast and then to go shopping and spend time together.

He doesn’t take any appointments or anything. It’s your day and he wants to be there for you.

Literally anything you want or want to do today will be done. He loves to spoil you and you’re worth the price. You put up with him, love him, and help him through his rough moments, all while living in perpetual danger. He thinks it’s the least he could do.

He smiles a lot more on your birthday. Not the usual malicious smile either, it’s a genuine, content, and sweet smile.

To be completely honest, your birthday has gotta be one of his favorite days of the year and he looks forward to it every time.

Naki

Naki literally plans all week.

He tries to do breakfast in bed for you but he burns the toast…and the eggs are somehow undercooked and overcooked at the same time. It’s just kind of bad. But he didn’t set a fire this time! Just try to eat it and tell him thank you.

He gets you a new outfit for your special day. I can see him being a man who appreciates a good cupcake style dress man. If that’s not your thing then he’ll either try to find one closer to your tastes or find a new outfit entirely.

Gods he’s so excited! He spends the day taking you places you like and giving you gifts.

When you get home, there’s a cake waiting with “Happy Birthday!” and a well prepared dinner. He’s particularly proud of the fact that it’s your favorite.

He gives you one final big gift before whisking you away to your shared bedroom. What happens from there on out is up to you. Want to do something “fun”? Sounds great! Want to cuddle and wind down? Perfect! He just wants to spend time with you. Either way, the night ends with an “I love you” and another “Happy Birthday”.

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Murder, She Wrote

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Grady

He loves birthdays, especially yours! He does get a bit stressed though.

He can’t always get off of work for your birthday but he’ll 100% make it up to you and celebrate on a different day if need be.

Thankfully, his Aunt Jess will help him out! She’s great at gift giving and will help him get something meaningful and useful.

A lot of your birthdays are celebrated with both Grady and Jessica. Sometimes you can’t tell who’s more excited about your birthday when it comes to those two.

Homemade cakes are what he’s all about! You’ll probably go out to dinner or lunch but the cake will be something he made. You can really taste the love.

There’s a lot of cuddling and general holding. Grady loves you so much and he’s a romantic at heart so this is favorite way to say happy birthday.

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The Boys

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Homelander

Everything he does is a Vought affair so naturally, your birthday is included in this. That is if you’re public about the relationship.

He'll try to spend as much time as possible with you but Vought tends to use your birthday as publicity, marketing, and for things like appearances.

Thankfully, he finds a way to maneuver around the schedule that's set for the two of you. This is when he whisks you away so that y'all can settle down for the night.

This ends with y'all on the rooftop of the tower in a sort of 16 Candles situation where the both of you are leaning over a cupcake with a candle in it as he sings happy birthday.

If your relationship isn't public, it'll be a lot more intimate, mainly just the both of you spending time alone together.

There are a lot of gifts. Like he doesn't hold back whatsoever. This goes for both scenarios.

Black Noir

He was a little lost about what to do for your birthday until he got some help from his “friends”.

Unlike Homelander, Black Noir doesn't have to worry about Vought functions taking over your birthday.

You two get to spend as much time with each as you want. If you want to stay home then you'll stay home, if you want to go out then you'll go out. It's all up to you on your day!

All of the gifts he gets you are really personal and are just what you'd want, his friends made sure of it.

He doesn't really speak so expect a handmade card with a heartfelt note inside.

As for cake, he'd like it if you could bake one together but if you want to buy one then he'll find the best place in the area to have it made.

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redmyeyes · 5 months

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#96, Wincest, with Jess if you feel inspired :)

I watched you leave, so she was fair game. You leave a girl like that alone on a Friday night and I can't be held responsible. I did ask. She said, no one special. I said, what about that guy I saw you with earlier and she said, you interested in him or me, so that stopped that conversation. Taught her the frozen kick off the rail and she didn't do that thing chicks usually do when they wanna get laid where they fawn all over you and pretend they're worse than they are. No, she was real competitive. Determined to get it down, stubborn as a— stubborn as you, and it made me wonder who wins your arguments, and if you really missed Dad that much.

She shook off my arm when i tried to lay on the moves but when she landed the shot she grinned up at me and her eyes glittered like a hellcat's. One thing led to another, you know how it goes, but she only tasted like beer.

send me a prompt (1-100) and a pairing

#missroserose #cannot believe this is the first one i managed and cannot believe i managed to include jess xD #sorry it's so short 😭#thank you for the prompt it was a challenge! xD #redrites

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soclonely · 1 year

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The Clones as Lizzo Lyrics

I love Lizzo, and I love Star Wars, and I love Lizzo in Star Wars so this is perfect

Rex-"I know I'm a queen but I don't need no crown"

Echo-"I'm so glad that you're still with us / Broken, but damn, you're still perfect"

Fives-Could you imagine a world where everybody's the same? And you could cancel a girl 'cause she just wanted to change?

Jesse-“Sisters drinking’ bitches brew.”

Kix-"I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch"

Tup- "If love ain’t dead, I’ma kill it ’cause it’s killin’ me, got me, it’s the only thing I’ll ever need."

Dogma-How am I supposed to love somebody else? . When I don't like myself

Hardcase-“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do.”

Coric-“Dance the night away, everybody’s gay.”

Bly-"Thick thighs save lives"

99- "I'm like chardonnay, get better over time"

Cody-“I live inside his head and pay no rent.”

Waxer/Boil-"You tried to break my heart? Oh, that breaks my heart, that you thought you ever had it, no, you ain’t from the start"

Wolffe-"Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face"

Boost/Sinker-“That’s my girl, we CEOS, and dancin’ like a C-E-ho.”

Hunter-“Boss up and change your life. You can have it all, no sacrifice.”

Wrecker-"Welcome to my body, I know it's nice to meet it"

Tech-“Figure me out, no cheat code.”

Crosshair-"If he don't love you anymore, Just walk your fine ass out the door"

Omega- “Only exes I care about are in my fucking chromosomes.”

Howzer- "You know you a star, you can touch the sky"

Fox-"I like big boys, itty bitty boys, Mississippi boys, inner city boys, I like the pretty boys with the bow tie, Get your nails did, let it blow dry, I like a big beard, I like a clean face, I don’t discriminate, come and get a taste"

Gregor-“I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still flirty.”

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deanwinchesterpregnant · 5 months

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alright but as its wincest wednesday how does sam eat dean(na)'s pussy? does (s)he ever sit on his face? is sam messy and greedy and gung ho with it or does he have some kind of measured pussy eating techniques/routines his weird ass probably practised on a fleshlight or something idk anyway tell us all about it ❤️ (I also can't believe I'm not going anon for this lmao)

SAM eats dean(na)'s pussy with APLOMB. sam is a cunnilingus enjoyer. i just know it. i can feel it in my heart and my hole. he had that whole sex dream about bela literally licking his lips pleaseeeee and also we know he fucks like an animal prayer hands emoji

plus i feel like he really enjoys getting his partner off. like.....he likes knowing he's done something good. idk about practicing on a fleshlight (although i love that idea) but probably like when he was with jess he wasn't shy about asking for pointers till he perfected the technique. first time he got below a girl's pants he went home and asked jeeves how to find the clitoris. my man is utilizing the whole vagina. fingers, tongue, playing with labia..........and i BET he gets off to the more like. i don't wanna say gross bc eating box is in no way gross, but the more like? human parts of sex? like he loves the taste of sweat and wetness and he isn't afraid to get pubes in his mouth or whatever

plus you know dean(na) is not afraid to tell sam what s/he likes and he is nodding and writing down notes in his head. he's such a studious guy and that 100% applies to sex

sam winchester pussy eating kING

#spike's box #misschinablue #wincest wednesday #sorry it's thursday

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writer1queenjaysblog · 1 year

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This sexy man is gonna get a post today deal with it.

Jesse head cannons 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

Jesse is known for being the oldest so I think he'd be 30-31 or so. Got his license at 17 and he's been driving ever since which is good because Aaron T drives a little crazy which scares him.

When he was dating his ex girlfriend he was always trying to make her happy and that didn't go well she ended up dumping him when he kept talking about the band so after he became famous she wanted him back only for him to shame her in front millions of people by recording the whole thing.

He's 6'0. My dude got taller when he was 18 and boom 💥 6'0 which make sense since his dad is 6'1 and his younger brother is 5'9 tall height runs on his dad's side.

He likes sweet things but tries not to buy so many but when Ruby is on her period he buys her sweets that she likes to eat. He also has a huge soft spot for her and spoils her from time to time.

He Robaire are the parents of the group and I stand by this 100%!!🤣

Jesse once dated a plus size girl after his ex but she was insecure and he got picked on for dating her so much she broke it off with him now that he's dating Ruby who's plus size he tells her everyday how beautiful she is and how much he loves her unconditionally something he didn't do as much with his last plus size girlfriend.

He's great at boxing and fighting In general his dad was in the army before retiring to become a police officer and his mom teaches self defense for all ages ago genders. With that note Ruby doesn't have to worry about being harassed anywhere because Jesse always around her 24/7.

He is a great cook he , Robaire, and Aaron Z can cook good but when Ruby cooks he loves it and will hide food because he doesn't want anyone to eat it. He will definitely drag Aaron T and Tae young out because their cooking isn't so good the last time he had Aaron T cooking the smoke alarm went off 🤣✋🏾.

NSFW!!(do not 🚫 read if you are uncomfortable)

He's 10 inches long and thick 🤤.

Loves to go rough and only will be gentle if he making love or it's make up sex.

Has a daddy and breeding kink plus spanking, gagging, bound. He loves Speeding up and slowing down when he or one of his partners are close to orgasm he also does it to tease.

Loves it when Ruby calls him daddy it turns a switch on in him that only she sees it's like he becomes a different person when she saids and does things to turn him on.

The things he say:

"Mm baby girl your so sexy when your a mess under me."

"You like it when daddy's deep inside your guts babygirl?"

"Your so tight baby and you feel so good baby girl."

"Your so wet and warm for me princess."

"That's it baby moan/ scream for me."

"Moan for daddy princess"

"You taste so good baby girl so sweet."

"Keep going baby ride daddy until you cum babygirl."

"I'm not done with you yet babe bend over for me."

"Your taking me so well princess."

"Your ass is soft and fluffy and pretty baby."

"Daddy's almost there baby let's cum together."

"I love it when you moan and scream my name princess."

"Hold on to daddy tight baby girl."

"Who's my good girl?"

"Your such a good slut for me princess."

"You like it when daddy rails you princess?"

"Daddy loves you princess."

His nicknames for her:

Daddy's princess

Princess

Baby

Babe

Babygirl

Peaches

Slut

Naughty girl

Kitten

Angel

Darling

That's all guys!! If you have head cannons or requests then don't forget to ask!!

#4town headcanons #4town #4town robaire #4town jesse #aaron z #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4 town yandere

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sweetsimapples · 1 year

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Dinner with the Gillis Family.

Elsye and Leo’s neighbours invited them over for dinner with some other friends from church. Elsye almost didn’t attend because she still wasn’t feeling 100%. After talking with Jess, Elsye began to doubt if her illness was an illness at all.

“Surely a stomach bug would have passed by now. Are you sick all day?”

“Mostly just afternoons and evenings. Could it be my cooking?” Elsye asked, worried.

“No! Your cooking is incredible, Elsye. Those macaroons you gave us were the most delicious thing I’ve tasted in a while. Seriously, you are amazing. No, I’m wondering if maybe you’re pregnant!”

“No, no I’m not.” Elsye said nervously. “ We’ve been trying for a long while now and nothing. The clinic nurse said it is unlikely.”

“I think I still have a pregnancy test in the bathroom if you want to know. Maybe it will help put your mind at ease?”

Meanwhile the men were admiring Jake’s handiwork in the home. Jake is super keen to help Leo with renovations someday. Before Leo got any crazy (and expensive) ideas, Elsye pulled him aside to show him the pregnancy test.

They looked closely. Elsye began to cry.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy challenge #lucid legacy challenge #lucid legacy #llgen1sweetsimapples

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [9/10]: Trial Runs

1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7 :: 8 :: 9 :: 10 ::

alternate AO3 link

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 9 word count: 3751

A/N: Sorry this is a little later than usual, I got home from work and started watching Spree and got distracted by how I am so sure I could fix Kurt Kunkle, but you're not here to hear about my poor taste in men lol.

You really don’t feel too good over the next few days. You take the Sunday off sick, and the Monday. Tuesday is your day off anyway, and in the late afternoon, your brother shouts to you that you have a visitor, though he doesn’t name them. You think that strange of him, since he’s met all your friends by now, he knows all of them by name. You make your way downstairs and see Tiffany at your door, looking worse for wear than you feel. You recognise the pale green complexion, though, and crane your neck around to see Eddie sitting in his van, reading a book. Tiffany pipes up, “I found him and asked him to bring me here after school. I hope that’s okay.”

“You wanna come and sit down after the drive?” you ask with a smirk, and she nods with wide eyes. With a soft chuckle, you let her in and close the door behind her. You get her some water and guide her to the couch.

"So how are you holding up?" she asks.

You blow out a harsh breath. "I don't know. I hate taking time off work, I'm hoping this all clears up by tonight so I can come in tomor-"

"Don't you dare even, Jesse's already taking over that one for you, too, so you can be back at 100%."

You scoffs, "He barely likes doing his own shifts, let alone covering for me! Why would he do that?"

She shrugs. "Knowing him growing up, the only thing I could say is that he'll want to use it as leverage, maybe he plans to "call sick" himself once you're better? I dunno. So what happened? Steve came in to see you on Sunday and he seemed real concerned about you."

You hold your head in your hands. "Tiff, I really don't need your whole spiel about how Steve and I are star-crossed lovers or whatever, alright? I'm sorry, I'm just really not in the mood to entertain it right now."

She frowns, "I'm being serious, Y/N. He's been in, that Eddie guy's been. Those other freshmen that are always in the store even came and found me in the cafeteria today to ask about you." A warm smile spreads along your face. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"What do you already know?" You ask.

"I know you went out to the movies with those two boys, and then you saw your other friends, and then you've been ill ever since," she explains slowly.

You nod, "Well, the truth is… I got overwhelmed, because I think I was supposed to have been set up on a date." Tiffany chokes on her water. "But I couldn't think of how, or why, or even who it was that wanted it, I mean… Like, yeah, we've all always been close as friends, but if I'd have known that I was accidentally leading one of them on - or both of them - I wouldn't have been that way so much with both of them… But it's so weird, it's not like I do that with all new friends, I've never been compelled to invite Ralph over to cuddle and watch movies with like I have the other two." You hold your head in your hands again. "Now I don't know if they expected more of me, or maybe they thought they had to go along with these things even if they didn't want -"

"Let me stop you there, just… Breathe a second," Tiffany strokes your shoulder. "They certainly care about you. It's obvious even now, when you're not around. I don't think they'd be like that if they felt any ill will towards you." Tiffany herself takes a deep breath in. "In all honesty, I don't think even I could tell you which one is into you, really. Maybe you should just… Ask each one on an actual, real date?"

"I don't want to ruin what we have, if they like it like that, too." You throw yourself back onto the couch, head leaning up to stare at the ceiling. "Oh god, what have I done?!"

"Don't frame it as a date, then. Just… Hang out with them, one-on-one. Invite them somewhere," Tiffany suggests.

You gently put a hand to her face. "How are you wiser than me, when you're years younger?"

She shrugs. "It's a blessing and a curse, honestly." You both laugh and she starts to say her goodbyes.

As she reaches the door, you say, "Hey, uh… Tell Eddie I miss him, will you? And I give you full permission to tell Steve whenever you want to, as well. As long as there's no more matchmaking. I've got to take that on now," you nod, and Tiffany does back, too.

"Of course I will," she agrees with a smile, hugging you in the doorway. You watch her climb back into Eddie's van, and catch his eye briefly. He looks at you with his classic soft smile, but his eyes are sad. It changes his whole face. You smile back and wave at him. He flutters his fingers back at you before reversing out.

You go to your room and open up your journal. You split a double page spread into four: two rows labelled with each boys' name, and two columns labelled "pros" and "cons". The only issue is… There are no cons. There are no downsides to either one of your best friends. That's why you've been able to become so close to them so quickly.

Giving yourself some more time to take care of yourself, the next day you call up Eddie first. It's only fair, he's seen you in person the most recently, he deserves an explanation.

He still sounds so enthusiastic on the phone. "How are you? Are you better now? It's so nice to hear your voice again."

"I'm… Fine, Eds, thank you. Just a quick one, I know you've got Hellfi-"

"If you need to, I can postpone -"

"No, that's very sweet of you, but this'll only take a second. Would you like to get dinner tomorrow? I'm only working early, and there's that Italian place downtown that I swear does pizza that's actually made to taste like how I thought that takeaway one was, but I can't get a whole one for myself, and… It'd be nice to catch up, just us two. What do you say?"

"Ooh, dinner at a fancy restaurant? Sounds like a date," he teases.

"Call it what you want, Munson, are you in?"

You can hear the grin on his face. "Hell yeah. Call me when you're home from work and we'll go from there, okay?"

The whole morning of the next day, you'd been trying desperately to plan this all out perfectly. You're only working the opening shift, so you can go home, get ready, and meet Eddie at your favourite proper restaurant, for a proper dinner. You'd had everything down to the letter.

And then Jesse just had to call off his closing shift. And you took that as a sign that this was how you're supposed to "repay" his kindness. You'd really rather not, but between Jesse and Eddie, you decide Eddie would be far more accommodating to the idea of rescheduling. You phone him up, having his and Steve's numbers memorised by now, and explain your situation. He understands, naturally, though the disappointment is clear in his tone. He tells you he'll figure something out, and to enjoy the rest of your shift.

Later on, disgruntled by the fact you're still working, though glad it's almost over, you're so busy with your usual closing routine that the doorbell ringing throws you off. You manage to get out a, "Sorry, we're closed!" but not before letting out a small squeal of surprise.

"Well, that sound was mighty delicious," you don't even have to turn around to know from the tone of his drawl that Eddie has the widest smirk on his face. Sure enough, his head is cocked as though he's admiring you, sucking his half-smiling bottom lip in and out between his teeth. If you give yourself more than a split second to admire it, you'd be lost for words.

"Point still stands, Munson. Can't serve you. Sorry," you shrug, mirroring his head tilt.

"Really? You won't do me one solid as compensation for standing me up?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I did not!" You throw your cleaning rag at him, which he manages to dodge with a cackle. "Blame Jesse the jerk for calling off at the last minute."

Eddie pulls a face. "Ugh. Yeah. Don't love that guy. Buuuut I am feeling a little buffered now, getting all excited for a dinner that never happened. Especially since I got all dolled up," you hadn't even realised, since its all sleek black, but he's ditched the denim, kept the leather jacket, and is wearing a button-down shirt that is far too flattering to look at without gawping, especially when the top few buttons are undone just enough for his tattoos to peek through. When you manage to catch his eye, he smirks, "You got anything to help with that?" Eddie-the-date seems to be emulating Steve's usual cockiness when he's around other girls, but you try and put that thought out of your head. No thinking about Steve. This is Just Eddie.

You quirk an eyebrow to try and match his energy. "Got anything in mind?"

Eddie's cocky half-smile breaks out into a full beam. "Yeah, I got somethin'. How's about an apology kiss?"

Your brain freezes for a moment. You, Eddie and Steve all have your flirtatious banter, sure, and what happens at parties, well, it's always stayed at parties. And here Eddie is offering it up as if it's normal for all of you.

Trying to remain cool and collected, your eyes scan your surroundings until you see the jars of assorted dice, sorted by shape, that sit on this particular counter. You grab a d20, press it into Eddie's hand, hold his fingers to wrap around it and grin back, "Roll for persuasion." You have no idea how you've managed to make that so smooth, but you've done it. Though only for a split second, you have successfully rendered Edward Munson speechless.

"Alright, alright, what's the difficulty?" he eventually asks, shaking it around in his fist.

You suck in a breath through your teeth. You don't want to look desperate here, just in case. You eventually settle for, "20. Flat roll."

Eddie kisses his teeth. "Alright, fair enough, let's go." He flicks it onto the table, and…

"Ah, 16. Too bad," you scrunch your face up jokingly and lean back to start heading over to pick up your cleaning rag, but Eddie gently places a finger underneath your chin.

"You're forgetting something, sweetheart," his voice is lower, softer, yet more gruff. You narrow your eyes in questioning and he starts to pull you over the counter, closer to him. "That's just on the die," he tiptoes to lean right over to close the gap between you two, whispering so close to your mouth that his warm breath tickles your lips, "I got a plus 5 proficiency." Eddie kisses you in a way that is both brand new and yet every way he kisses into one. The tenderness of his usual, affectionately-high kisses, mixed with the fervorous intent of his passionately-drunk kisses. It's soft in nature, yet strong in practice. It lasts for one long peck, followed immediately by a short one, then a shared look of genuine elation between you. "Did that hit, by chance?"

Feeling the rush, you ask, "Wanna try your luck again?"

Eddie cocks his head in that way that makes you Feel Things again. "What do I get out of a natural 20?" He asks as he blindly feels for and picks up the die again.

Trying to test entirely what the vibe may be including a certain other someone, you tell him, "For that, let's throw in Harrington, too."

"Hot damn!" Eddie sings as he fully slings the die across the counter.

You tut and shake your head. "Your plus five doesn't help you on a ten, does it?

Eddie taps his chin in thought, closing one eye as he focuses. "Trying to think of what spells and abilities get me back up there again…"

You giggle, "If you can think of any that get you back to 20 off the top of your head, I'll get Steve myself."

Eddie's teeth practically go through his lip as he bites it in contemplation. Finally too weak to combat your urges, you let your mind wander. To you biting his lip for him. Just taking it between your own teeth and pulling it right out until it slips back out again. The sounds he'd make from that, the desperation to get back to it. Daydream!Eddie just can't get enough, going back to kiss you and gently nibble on your lip so you take the hint about what he wants from you. Daydream!Eddie's hands are on your ass cheeks, gripping and releasing with every bite.

But it's not just you two in this scenario. Daydream!Steve is stood directly behind you, head bent to kiss and bite your neck. His hands squeeze your hips as they pull you back flush against his chest before sliding up to possessively grab at your breasts. Both pretend boys are absolutely all over you, and within that universe, you are entirely content.

Real Life Eddie takes you out of that by drumming on the counter as he continues to think, getting himself more and more frustrated before growling. "Why is my mind so blank now?!" He doesn't seem to have noticed your transfixed-on-nothing eyes, or burning hot cheeks.

Wishing you had the same issue, you try to hide your blushing face by keeping your head down and looking for your rag once again. "Sorry, Munson. Rules is rules."

He tuts and gently punches the counter. "Rules is rules, and that's final. Yeah. Can't argue with that."

"Do you at least feel somewhat… Compensated for missing out on dinner?"

Eddie smiles softly. "It's not a transaction really, but let's say sure. You gonna be okay getting home tonight?" He starts fidgeting with his shirt in a somewhat awkward manner.

You chuckle and nod. "I'll be fine, you go put some Eddie clothes back on. Sorry again -"

Eddie cuts you off, but not before a brief moment to check you out as you bend over, completely unnoticed by you. "No apology necessary. Maybe we'll just reschedule. Or maybe that'll just jinx us again?"

Once stood back up, you shrug, "Who knows. Night, Munson." You decide to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and he turns on his heel before you can notice it turning just as red as yours.

"Goodnight. Get home safe," he waves over his shoulder before heading back out.

Once everything is done but the locking of the door, all the evening's events hit you at once, so hard that you end up just sitting on the floor between the comic aisles. You and Eddie kissed. Sober. You didn't expect to be doing that with these dates. Is he going to expect more, now? What about Steve? Should he know? Would he have any opinion of it? Everything between the three of you has been mutual and friendly, would it be better if he got to kiss you, too? But it wouldn't be fair if one was more natural and the other one "only" happened to balance things out. But what if Steve doesn't want to kiss you while he's sober?

You hold your head in your hands and try to clear your thoughts. You're able to eventually come to the conclusion that you're simply overthinking everything. You decide to just put all those thoughts away, dump them into your journal later, then slam that thing shut and instead focus on how you’re going to ask Steve out now.

You can’t really go on a real date with Steve, since you didn’t technically go on one with Eddie. But, the next day, knowing you’re both closing, you decide to end things a little early and surprise Steve with a visit. As soon as he sees you, he rushes over and pulls you in for a tight, lingering hug. Much like how Eddie had been acting like Steve the day before, this certainly feels like more of an Eddie reaction to you. You squeeze him back, hoping to squeeze out any other comparison to Eddie when tonight is about Steve. “How are you, now?” Steve asks.

“Better,” you nod with a weak smile. “Uh, hey, I know it’s late and all, but did you wanna just… I dunno, drive around? Go hang out some place? Just us two?”

“Yeah, sure! You want me to drive? I can take you to my favourite spot,” he suggests, and you nod.

He spends most of the drive catching you up on all the things the kids have been up to and talking about while you’ve been away from it all. Apparently, you’ve really got Jane into the world of comics, which Mike wants to someday thank you for in person.

You vaguely recognise the area around the lake he’s driving towards. You’ve seen the lake on your map. The one shaped like a heart. If you think about its name too long, you’ll start getting nervous about Steve’s intentions and panic. But, isn’t this whole evening all about finding out Steve’s intentions? Maybe he’s picked Lovers’ Lake on purpose.

He leads you to where some large rocks converge onto a soft patch of grass, but instead of sitting at either of those spaces, like you do as you perch on a rock, he instead starts patrolling the area while staring at the ground. “You good?” you ask with a laugh.

“Who, me? Just swell. Hey, uh, you ever skimmed stones before? It’s like, my favourite thing to do here. But I think I’ve used up all the good ones,” he pulls a face.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off the rock you’d just sat on. “No way you’ve used up every good one. Maybe you’re just looking for the easy ones.”

Steve gasps dramatically, “Are you questioning how good I am?!”

“As someone who’s never done it before, absolutely,” you giggle, finally finding one that looks like it’s got a relatively smooth surface.

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” Steve’s stance is cocky, his head tipped to one side as he looks you up and down with a smirk. It flusters you for a second before you regain your composure. You flick your wrist as you throw the stone, and it bounces once off of the surface of the water before ultimately sinking beneath it. You raise your arms in celebration and cheer, and Steve chuckles at you. "Wow, never before have I seen such excitement over such a feeble attempt."

You cross your arms, "Like you could do any better!"

"Watch and learn, babe," he smirks, picking another one up and throwing it out at the water. It bounces twice, awkwardly, before tumbling into the water.

You raise your eyebrows, “And that was supposed to be better than my attempt?”

“Sorry, isn’t - isn’t two more than one?” Steve presses a finger to his lip and looks up, laughing as you shove him away.

“Yeah, but at least mine was all smooth! Yours was, like…” You wave your hands up and down alternately. He mimics you mockingly, so you exaggerate your movements further still until you both start hitting each others’ hands, eventually collapsing into each other with laughter.

“Look, why don’t I show you how it’s done?” Steve picks out another stone and presses it into your hand. He moves behind you, gently kicking at your feet to guide them before cradling his body around yours, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around the hand holding the stone. “Now,” his voice is low and soft in your ear, “a lot of people say it’s all in the wrist, but you’ve gotta angle yourself right, too, right?” You nod, swallowing hard. “So just get a feel for things, like this.” Using your hip and your hand as leverage, Steve starts guiding you to swivel at the hips, from side to side. His hand squeezes your hip just a little, and your breath hitches as you take a deep breath in. You feel Steve breathe out against your neck, his breath hitching, too.

He wriggles the fingers of the hand holding yours until he’s gotten you to drop the stone entirely, before guiding you round to face him. He slips his hands into yours and leans down to kiss you sweetly. Soft, lingering pecks, one after another after another. Usually, Steve smiles into his kisses, and you can feel it, but this time it feels more… Intense.

Your mind wanders again, to Steve kissing down to your neck, his hand reaching up into your hair as he backs you against the larger rock you’d been perched on earlier. Eddie’s here now, too, kissing your mouth with open lips and hands that inch further and further down your body. Daydream!Steve pulls you back to kiss you fully, as daydream!Eddie seems to sink lower and lowe-

You pull yourself out of the very real kiss still happening between you and Steve with a sharp intake of breath. He shuffles his weight between his feet and drops your hands. "We, uh, should get you back to your car again soon, right? Is everyone home tonight or is it just you and… Marvin?"

"Look at you, on first name terms!" You playfully bat his arm as you both start walking back to his car.

"Shut up," he laughs bashfully.

The ride back is quieter than the one there, but it's not awkward. Not until you've given Steve a goodbye kiss on the cheek just like you did with Eddie, and then you've gotten into your car and made it safely out of the lot. Only once you're alone with your thoughts do you realise how screwed you really are.

Both "dates" were equally amazing, in their own rights. But your wandering thoughts ultimately kept bringing you back to the same wish: you couldn't help but want the other person there, too.

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English Coffee.

This is my first post on here!

I have been debating for a while to write a Josh fic and then thought fuck it and went ahead. If this gets a good response then I have some more chapters I want to write.

This is a slow burn, with angst, fluff, smut the whole lot. I am from the UK so some of my knowledge on states and shit isn’t great 😅 I love reading Y/N fics, but that is not how I love to write. So the main character does have a name but feel free to read her however you want!

Fionnuala= Fin-ola.

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Enjoy some slow Josh relationship fiction!

Chapter 1.

Here it was, my first day. I never thought I was going to get an interview, let alone the job.

Backtrack to nearly a year ago when I was sick of my 9-5 retail job, and all those shitty customers. The customers shouting at me for getting their coffee order wrong by the temperature of the mocha or ‘I asked for 1 sugar packet on the side, why have I got two?’ So one day after a particular shitty customer who ordered a panini and when I gave it to them I got screamed at, because they definitely ordered a toastie, and then being made to apologise by the manager for their mistake. I went home and started scrolling Indeed and any other job site I could find, is when I found what sounded like the perfect job.

Costume/ Clothes designer assistant, for a band on tour of UK, Europe and America. I already had a Fashion Degree from Edinburgh, I had just never found the best job to put my degree to the test. After reading the important details for the job and getting bored with the rest, I said fuck it and applied. Never thinking I would get an interview, I got an interview then never thinking I would get the job, I got the job.

So here we are, walking through the lovely Edinburgh Airport to get on a plane to Nashville, Tennessee to meet my new manager and the band I am gonna be helping costume for their tour. I currently have no idea who they are, or what kind of look or music they do.

I have spoken to my new manager, Jess, quite a bit over facetime and texting. She is a middle aged women with a short black bob, and she is lovely. She has assured me that the band is going to love me, and has been telling me how excited she is to have someone she can actually talk to on tour with her.

I had gotten past security and finally into the duty free when my phone pinged.

Orla

Hey ! Good luck with the flight, don’t worry about the flat I have got it under control x love you

My best friend Orla had volunteered to look after my flat while I was on tour for the next year, I am so grateful because I didn’t want to lose my perfect little flat in Edinburgh. After finishing my fashion degree I decided to stay in Scotland, instead of moving back to my tiny little hometown in Cambridgeshire. Me and Orla met while both working in a garden centre cafe, we quickly bonded over our Irish heritage and she is still there while i’m going on tour. We promised to keep in touch and plenty of visits when we can. She is my best friend and has supported me through so much since we have met, we have similar tastes in music, clothes and horror movies but living together is 100% off the table. Orla likes to have a lot of dates and sometimes they come back and I am definitely not living and listening to that, I am more of a long term relationship girl.

I decide to just sit in some tiny coffee shop while I wait for my plane, trust me to get here 2 hours before my flight because I am convinced I’m going to be late as always. My phone pinged again, this time a text from Jess.

Jess

Can’t wait to meet you in person! I’ll be waiting at the gate for you after the flight, then we will drop your stuff at the hotel and meet the band ? They really want to get to know you before we start touring 😊

Fionnuala

Can’t wait to meet you either, I’m so excited for this !

Oh shit! Sounds good 😅

See you in like 12 hours.

Oh shit, okay this is fine, I can meet the band today that’s fine, that’s cool. I just need to freshen up after getting off the plane and in between car rides and dropping stuff off. Why wouldn’t she tell me this earlier ?

Soon enough I am waiting in line to board the plane. I quickly get in my seat and start to look through my bag for my airpods. No way I can do this without some emotional support Bears Den. I need that calming voice to soothe my flying nerves. This is my first time flying to America and I am not a confident flyer. I stick my airpods in and try and read Pet Sematary by Stephen King. 10 hour flight here we come woohoo, it’s currently 6am when we take off so I should land in Nashville at around 11am. I take some deep breaths while we take off, and have a look around the plane. It’s packed by everyone seems to be keeping to themselves which is good, I hate when strangers feel the need to speak to people they sit next to.

We landed in Nashville and I get to the luggage pick up, it’s early June here and it’s already boiling outside. I was dressed in some grey lounge wear jogging bottoms and jumper because of course England was freezing and now I was sweating through, so much for freshening up. The airport is packed and people keep shoving into me while I was waiting for my bag, I could feel myself growing more and more agitated by the second and was getting ready to snap when I saw my suitcases come round.

I had to pack basically my entire life into 2 massive suitcases and a huge carry on bag and right now I was regretting every decision getting me here because I am dripping in sweat, my hair is stuck to my face, it’s too loud, people keep shoving me and I have to go and meet a band who I don’t know and show them me, Fionnuala, 24 years old from England is capable of dressing them for the entire tour with no experience.

I drag both my suitcases roughly off the conveyor belt and start walking to the exit, I take some deep breaths to calm me and take my airpods out. I can already hear all the American accents around me and slightly calm down when I think about how exciting it is to be in America and think about all the food I want to try !

The exit comes into view and I start looking around for Jess, I finally see her in the crowds of people. She is holding a sign saying ‘Fionnuala’ with a massive smiley face drew on it and the Scottish flag. I smile and wave and she smiles back waving too and starts to walk over to me. When I reach her she pulls me into a massive hug, she smells like some fancy sweet perfume and is dressed in some loose jeans and jumper. Thank god she doesn’t look too fancy when we are about to meet the band.

‘Fionnuala finally ! I have been so excited to meet you! How was the flight? Here pass me a suitcase.’ Jess says, she lets go off me and takes a suitcase. ‘It was okay, just very long. Oh thank you.’ I say while walking with her out of the exit and into the bright Nashville sun.

‘Good. I’m glad, I am so excited to work with you this year and finally have someone I feel like I can talk to. So plans, the hotel is about 30 minutes away and then we drop your stuff off and head off to meet the boys, there I will give you the company card to pay for Ubers, meals etc and you can get a chance to sit down with the band and chat to them about ideas and just get a vibe, you know. But I think you guys are going to get on just fine.’ Jess rambles off while we make our way to what i’m guessing is her car.

Wait boys? Who is this band ? I don’t feel like I can ask just in case in previous facetimes of emails she has told me their name. I chuck my suitcase in the back and slide in beside her, I don’t think I am going to get used to the steering wheel being on the other side of the car.

‘Sounds good to me !’ I say, Jess rambles on about some other work stuff, and then invites me to dinner with her tonight so we can get to know each other better. I agree and pull my phone out my pocket. I send a text to my mum and Orla to let them both know I got here okay. Me and Orla text back and forth for a few minutes, her demanding to know the name of the band I am working with and me telling her I still have no idea.

Just as I am about to put my phone away I hear it go off, I check and it’s a text.

Ezra

‘Hey, just letting you know I am thinking of you, good luck with the new job in America. I would like to talk if that’s ok? I feel like we both need to talk a few things over.’

I freeze up when reading the text and lock my phone and put it away. How did he know I got a new job? What does he want to talk about ?

‘Hey, you okay?’ Jess asks me while pulling into the car park of the hotel. She stops the car and looks over at me, guess I had been wearing my emotions all over my face. ‘Yeah.’ I say while grabbing my bag from the footwell, she stares at me and says ‘No, you’re not. What is it a boy?’ She says while turning to look at me. I sighed and nodded, she nods as well ‘I’m guessing ex?’ She says and her southern accent coming out a little more. I nod again, ‘Don’t worry!’ I say while looking at her ‘It’s not gonna affect my work.’ She laughs, ‘Don’t be silly! I never thought that, we are all human these things happen. I’m not the type of boss to make you hide all your bad moods or situations from me to focus on your work.’ She says while patting my shoulder, ‘If you need to talk i’m here, if you wanna talk at dinner tonight i’m here to listen okay?’ I nod and smile. ‘Thanks Boss.’ She smiles and gets out the car.

I feel even more excited about this new job, and I am starting to like Jess more. Thank god I got lucky with a nice manager.

I grab a suitcase and Jess takes the other one and we walk into the hotel. She tells me to wait by the lift while she grabs the keys. Wooo okay this is nice! The ceilings are high and there are windows to let natural light in, little sofas sit in every corner with coffee tables and plants. This is nicer than anywhere I have stayed before.

‘Okay, you’re in 524 and I am in 520. Perfect for coming back drunk later and making sure we both get in. Let’s chuck our stuff away and get going !’ She is getting better by the minute. ‘Perfect, do I have 5 minutes to change and wash my face ? Please.’ I say while getting in the lift, she hits the button for the 5th floor. Some monotone tune plays out the speakers, they even have lift music! America is amazing.

‘5 minutes tops! We have got to get going Fionnuala.’ She says while looking at me, I nod and smile. ‘Thank you! I want to make a good impression.’ I say, the lift comes to the 5th floor and we walk out. She passes me my key and points me round the corner to my room I nod and promise I will be 5 minutes.

I rush in and don’t even get a chance to look at the room while I grab my toiletries bag from the carry on and run into the bathroom. Wow, this a nice bathroom. I run a brush through my hair, grab my face wash and moisturiser, after that I quickly change into some cream wide leg cropped jeans and a black jumper with a collar and tuck it in. I grab my tote bag and shove my purse and perfume in and run into the hallway. Jess was waiting for me but the lift and smiled. ‘Perfect 5 minutes! Now let’s meet the boys.’

We quickly reach her car again and she tells me the arena is 15 minutes away. ‘So, are you excited?’ She asks me, ‘Yeah very! But very nervous, I’m not really that chatty with people I don’t know. I just want to make a good impression.’ I say while looking out the window, the amount of fast food places here is insane. ‘Don’t worry! I love you so they will love you. okay? Just be yourself and if they offer you a drink do not feel like you have to take it.’ She says while pulling into I’m guessing the visitor parking for the arena. I nod and get out the car, we start walking over to the band entrance and I can feel butterflies staring to show up in my stomach and my palms getting sweaty. She hands me a staff lanyard for the band and we get given another one by the venue to pass back at the end of the night.

‘So the staff one for us will let the guys security know who you are, and will just keep you recognisable while around the venue in case you get caught in the crowd for whatever reason.’ She says while opening doors and walking me down corridors.

This is it, I am gonna meet the band who has given me this great opportunity and job. I glance down at the staff lanyard. ‘Greta van Fleet’, it says, hmm I think. That sounds familiar, wait a second? Isn’t that the band that has that 70s rocker sound? I don’t get much time to think about it as Jess announces we are here. I can hear some music coming from inside and men chatting. She opens the door before I get a chance to pull myself together and I am staring 4 20 something year olds in the face.

‘Hey guys! This is Fionnuala!’ Jess announces, they all smile at me while I take in all their looks.

‘Jess ! How are you? We missed you.’ Some guy says while walking over. He had shoulder length brown hair and was quite tall, I noticed he was barefoot and smiled. I always go barefoot too. He was wearing some jeans and a weird patterned shirt. He held his hand out and was practically buzzing with energy, ‘Hey! I’m Sam, we are so excited to meet you!’ He says, I shake his hand and said ‘Me too! I wanna thank you guys for letting me come along and work with you. It’s a great opportunity.’ He smiles and hooks his arm with mine and walks me over to the other 3. I look over my shoulder at Jess and she smiles and puts her thumbs up at me, while walking out the door.

Great, guess i’m chucked in the deep end.

Sam sits me next to him on the sofa and the other 3 are sitting around me on other sofas and chairs. ‘Hi, I’m Danny, I play drums.’ Another tall guy says to me, he has long curly dark hair and again was dressed pretty cool. This one was wearing shoes I noticed. I hold out my hand and smiled, ‘Nice to meet you I’m Fionnuala.’ He smiles and shakes it.

‘Wait a sec, are you British?’ The guy who spoke had longer hair as well, but was dressed more dark and moody. He had a button downs shirt with half the buttons undone, and some dark jeans and shoes. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses were hanging around his shirt. I nodded and looked at him, ‘Yeah, I am from Cambridgeshire but living in Edinburgh after doing my degree there.’ He smiled, ‘Very cool! I’m Jake by the way. Did you fly in today?’ He said while drinking a beer, ‘Yeah, it’s my first time in America I am very excited.’

‘Oohh! A USA virgin aren’t we privileged to have you coming with us.’ This time it was the last guy who spoke, he looked at lot like Jake and a little like Sam. I’m guessing they were related or something. He walks over, I saw he was quite short and had crazy curly hair that was shaved at the sides. He was dressed in a plain white top and chinos, with a long necklace hanging around his neck and was barefoot too. He holds his hand out, ‘I am Josh, I see you have met my twin Jake. I sing for our band.’ I shake his hand and smile, he was gorgeous.

‘Pleased to meet you, I’m guessing you know who I am.’ I say, he nods. ‘We are so excited to have you working with us! Jess showed us the portfolio you sent, even though you haven’t ever worked in design the stuff you did from college was amazing and we loved it.’ He said as he sat down next to me, there were now 3 of us on the sofa and it was getting quite cramped. He placed his arm behind me and smiled. He seemed the type of person to get very comfortable quickly with people. I smiled, feeling quite shy now that she had showed them all of my designs.

‘How rude of me! Fionnuala, would you like a drink?’ Sam says while standing up, quickly taking the attention off me which I was grateful for. ‘Yes please.’ I said standing up and walking over to the bar with him. ‘What’s your poison?’ Sam says while gesturing to the drinks. I heard Josh and the others go back to chatting, ‘I will have a beer please if you have one.’ I said, Sam nodded and quickly got me a beer out the fridge. ‘I am hoping beer here is as good as beer in Edinburgh.’ I said while thanking Sam and taking the beer. I went to sit on the spare armchair that was free now Josh was sat on the sofa. He peered over at me and smiled, I smiled back and took a sip.

‘So Fionnuala, tell us about yourself.’ Sam said sitting next to Josh and Danny on the sofa, Jake was still sitting on the other armchair. They all sat and looked at me, I felt like a deer in the headlights and my entire brain went blank. ‘Well what do you want to know?’ I said, taking a sip of beer and leaning back in the chair to get comfortable. ‘Tell us about Edinburgh, I’m guessing you are not from there because of your accent.’ Danny said, taking a sip of his drink.

‘Well, no. I am from a tiny town in Cambridgeshire and went up there to study fashion and design. I loved it so much after graduating uni that I decided to stay, I got a flat and a shitty job in a garden centre cafe and have been living there for about 3 years now and I love it. The city is beautiful and the beer is amazing. I love the architecture and the weather, I am not a hot weather type of girl.’ I said, they all stared and nodded. ‘So why this? Why leave Edinburgh for a year to work on costume design?’ Sam said. ‘Well I hate retail, I am not the type of person to hold her tongue when people are rude and after being made to repeatedly apologise to rude customers I decided enough was enough and when I got home started applying to any and every job there was. I saw this, didn’t think I would even get an interview based on my lack of experience but lo and behold here I am.’ They all seemed to be listening intently and nodding along with me while I talked.

‘That’s a bit change, but you are the perfect fit for the job. The designs you had are incredible, with the capes and colours. We loved them and can’t wait to see them come to life on tour.’ Jake said, they all seemed to have a little buzz going from the drink. I’m guessing they had more before I arrived, I hope they can perform like this.

‘Have you heard of us?’ Josh asked. ‘I think so.’ I said, ‘I recognise the name so I’m guessing I have listened to a few.’ Sam smirked, ‘Well I hope we are to your liking Miss England, god knows what you are listening to over there.’ He got up again and offered everyone another drink, I agreed and he brought me another beer.

We all sat chatting for the next couple of hours, the guys seemed to like me well enough and we had been laughing at Sam’s jokes. I had learned that Josh and Jake were twins, Sam was there younger brother and Danny was their best friend but a brother from now close they all are. I had a strong buzz going now and began to open up more with them when we were talking. Jess had text me about an hour ago to say she would be collecting me in the next hour and we can get ready for dinner. I heard my phone go off and assumed it was Jess again picked if up to check.

Ezra

‘Did you get my text? Or are you just ignoring me again? We need to talk, ring me.’

I quickly took a breath and put my phone away, Josh came and sat on the edge of the sofa closer to me. His breath smelled like whisky when he spoke. ‘So Fionnuala.’ He said, exaggerating the way he said my name. I smirked and leaned in. ‘Yes, Josh?’ He smiled at me, ‘So, what does the name mean? I don’t think that is Scottish from what I know.’ I smiled and sighed, ‘It’s Irish, my dads Irish but my mum is English. They wanted to keep to his roots.’ He nodded along when I spoke, ‘It means fair shoulder, they thought it was pretty.’ I leaned back, beginning to feel a little dizzy from the beer. The other guys were all sitting around laughing at something Sam had said. ‘I like it, very humble if I do say.’ Josh said, he was still leaning forward at me while he spoke. ‘Wait till you hear my middle name.’ I said sipping the last of my beer and placing the bottle on the table. ‘Oh, do tell.’ I looked over at him and rolled my eyes, at that moment Jess walked in and shook her head when she saw the amount of bottles placed around.

‘Jess!’ Sam said standing and bowing, ‘We love Flo!’ He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulder. ‘I can see that! We are meant to be getting dinner in the next hour and you have a show, so I suggest you drink some water before you can’t perform. And give me my assistant back.’ She walked over and took my hand, ‘Let’s go.’ She laughed when I smiled up at her and stood. ‘Well, thank you for having me guys! I guess I will see you tomorrow for some design.’ I began to walk out, Jess had put her arm around my shoulder. ‘Wait! You didn’t tell me your middle name!’ Josh called out while leaning back on the sofa. I looked back and smirked, ‘Another story for another day.’ I called back. He giggled loudly and the other guys started chatting to him demanding to know what was gonna on.

‘I’m guessing that went well!’ Jess said while we slid into the car. ‘Very! I think they like me, they wanted to see designs but I told them to wait until we had a proper meeting tomorrow over it. They added me to a group chat to send me their ideas so I can work on them while we are apart.’ I said, I leaned back into the seat and took a few deep breaths. I could feel the buzz the alcohol gave me with my head feeling heavy. Jess laughed and patted my shoulder, ‘I knew they would! They guys do like to drink, so you better get used to it. They love drinking before shows and after.’ She said pulling into the car park. ‘I saw! I like to drink but they have another level of drinking.’ Jess mimicked my accent and laughed with me. ‘Let’s get to dinner Flo, and we can have a good girly talk.’

An hour later me and Jess are sat in a cute Italian restaurant eating some pasta, the place was cute with dim lights and music playing softly over speakers. The pasta was delicious while she talked to me about her husband and how she hates leaving him for tours but he knows she loves her work. ‘I miss him, you know? But I think space is good and it’s important that we both have our own interests and work. We don’t have kids, but we both decided we aren’t children people and our lives are fulfilled already.’ She said, I nodded and asked her a few questions about him and his work. She told me he is a writer, and loves writing horror stories and comes to a few shows in Europe for a few days so they can travel and see each other. ‘So, you don’t have to tell me, but who was the text from? What’s the story?’

I sighed, thinking about how to tell his story. ‘So, it’s a long one.’ I looked at her and she nodded, encouraging me to go on.

‘He is an ex. His name is Ezra. We dated for about 3 years when I left uni, we met at some pub and bonded over our love of beer. It started off great, we liked the same clothes, movies, music and I fell in love. It quickly went downhill, it started with petty arguments over silly things and went into full blown screaming matches. He got jealous easily, and hated me having friends and not spending time with him. Eventually I was cut off completely from my friends and family, and he made me feel like I needed him. I needed the relationship, and if I didn’t have him no one else would love me. The first time he hit me was halloween and we went to a pumpkin patch and when we got home he said I flirted with some farmer guy when paying for the pumpkins. I know now it was wrong but then, when I was in there I thought I had done something wrong. From there it became almost daily, over small things like the washing up or being home late from work. Eventually, I realised what was happening after a particularly bad incident and left. I packed my bag and left in the middle of the night, I went to Orla’s after not speaking to her for years and she took me in and acted like we hadn’t not spoken for years because of him. This was about 7 months ago, right as I applied for this. He stopped contacting me a few weeks after I left but now he’s back.’ I took a deep breath after to clam myself, and looked at Jess.

She was staring at me, in shock and took my hand over the table. ‘I am so sorry you went through that, you deserve more than that and I am here if you need me.’ She said, I smiled at her and looked down trying not to cry. ‘Thank you.’ And that was that, we quickly changed topic and she started talking about how she is excited to show me America.

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