#like im not a danger i literally drive every day but i still have to go there and listen ton men yell at me bc i cant predict what other car
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daydreamin' and i'm thinking of you - j.m.
summary: jj returns from a day of surfing and devotes his night to you and a lil bit of weed.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smoking weed, a lil suggestive, but mostly super fluffy and full of sweetness
author's note: back from the dead pookies!!! i just wanna say how incredibly grateful that none of yall have come for my wishy-washy ass! this year has been vcery hectic and rough, and i am so thankful y'all have let me be MIA. here's this little blurb smooch ily (i was too scared to flesh out the smut at the end IM SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE)
JJ smells like a perfect, heady blend of sunscreen and salt when he and the boys get back from surfing. You’re waiting on the porch like a little 1950’s wife, and he runs up and hugs you as soon as he gets out of the Twinkie, acting like its been months since he’s seen you instead of a few hours.
“J!” You’re giggling as he swings you around, smacking loud kisses all over your face and neck.
“Missed ya, pretty girl,” he murmurs into your neck.
John B slaps JJ’s back, surprising him so he lets go of you. “You literally just saw each other.”
JJ’s jaw drops, hand over his heart like he’s been deeply wounded. “You’re just mad your woman isn’t out here to greet you,” he counters, squeezing your side and giving John B a sympathetic look.
“Wrong!’ Sarah says as she pushes open the screen door, giving her boyfriend an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek.
John B grins back at JJ, and follows Sarah back inside.
“You still up for that boat date later?” you ask, fingers intertwining with his.
You swear his eyes sparkle. “Um, duh!”
A few hours later, the sun is sinking into the horizon, sky turning the prettiest pink and orange. You are toting a basket full of picnic supplies: a tupperware full of elote salad, another with some grilled chicken, a speaker, and of course, a little cellophane baggie and some rolling papers. JJ’s job is to carry the fishing poles and bait (raw hot-dogs because why would he spend money on crickets when there’s hot dogs in the fridge?), and the six-pack of mini Dr. Peppers you’ll split (JJ will inevitably drink two of your three).
“Where are you going?” You hear someone call from inside the house, but both of you act like you can’t hear it.
HMS Pogue is sitting pretty at the end of the dock, and you practically skip onto it. The rev of the engine is like the call of an old friend, thrumming through you, bare feet on the deck.
You sit cross legged at the bow while JJ drives, your hair flowing behind you. The spray of freshwater is perfectly refreshing.
It’s dusk when the boat reaches a little secluded spot on the marsh, and JJ announces it. “Gorgeous,” he says, the sky purple above him. “And no one around for miles.” He plops next to you, sticking his nose in your neck and sighing. You’re sitting pretty in a bikini top and jean shorts, and he plays with the tie at your back.
You laugh and push him off, getting up to get your basket of food. He helps you unload it, mouthing a silent yes as he pulls out the sodas. Then comes the tupperware, and he sticks two spoons into the corn. “Cheers.” He holds his out.
You tap your spoon against his, and gasp in fake shock when he knocks the food of it.
“Gotta be ready, babe,” he deadpans, snatching up your bite after he eats his. “Danger is waiting at every turn.”
You shake your head and laugh, scooting the tupperware closer to yourself. “You’re so weird.”
“You love it,” He grins, and you can’t argue with that.
After you eat, JJ pulls out the package of hotdogs and starts to prep the rods.
“There’s no way you can catch fish with those,” you question, wrinkling your nose at them. You frown, turning on the puppy-dog eyes. “Do we have to fish? I wanna smoke.”
He copies your expression and sticks his bottom lip out. “Poor bunny,” he mocks, but shoves your fishing pole in your hand all the same. “Catch a fish, I’ll roll you a joint, ‘kay?”
You sigh. “ ‘Kay,”
He grins and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You got it, babe.” He gives you a chunk of hotdog and you slip it onto the hook. JJ comes up behind you to guide your cast and you let him, his breath warm on the back of your neck. There’s the whir of the line, and the satisfying plop of the bobber in the water.
“Now, we wait.” He takes the rod from you and drops it into the holder, and works on casting his own line.
You’re bored before he even puts his down. “I have to catch a fish before we smoke?”
“Yeah, crybaby.” The two of you sit on the bow, feet dangling over the water. His ankle knocks against yours.
You let out another dramatic sigh, but you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “This is the worst part. I hate waiting.”
JJ laughs. “Yeah, honey. I am well aware.” He pokes your side, and you yelp dramatically. Reaching over you, he pulls the speaker out of your basket, and turns it on. You watch as he connects to it and goes through his spotify, thumb skimming over the screen as he looks through his playlists. JJ clicks on one of your collaborative playlists, titled “songs for slow dancing.”
He stands up, reaching out to pull you up as the hauntingly pretty piano intro for Aretha Franklin’s Daydreaming begins to play. “Wanna kill some time?”
You smile, and let him pull you into him. You think you could slow dance with him until you dropped dead, until you collapsed into each other and turned into intertwined fossils. Maybe that kind of thing is a little too poetic for the two of you, but you don’t really care. He starts to sing along, and you press your ear to his chest to hear his voice thrum through his chest.
daydreaming and i’m thinking of you, daydreaming and i’m thinking of you…
One of his hands splays on the small of your back, fingertips sneaked under the waist of your shorts, callused and all too soft. The other one is holding yours as you sway back and forth to the beat.He twirls you out fast, and back into his grip, your back to his chest as he squeezes you.
No one would ever know it, but JJ absolutely loves to dance. A little after you started dating, you dragged him to some swing dancing classes at the community center, and expected plenty of pushback, but you were met with absolutely none. The two of you fell in love stepping on each others toes and falling all over each other. It’s always a fun party trick to pull out at the fancier parties. He’s always wanting to dance with you, whether it’s learning how to shag in the living room late at night, or spinning you around on the boat.
He stops you mid-step, asking, “Can we try the dirty-dancing jump?”
The dirty-dancing jump has only been successfully executed by the two of you once. All other times have ended in someone being injured (usually JJ). Your jaw drops open, and you lightly shove him. “Absolutely not! You wanna fall off the boat?”
He gives you the biggest eyeroll, but immediately switches to puppy dog eyes when you cross your arms. “Just like, a lift? Pleaseeeee,” he drags out, taking your hands and acting like he’s going limp.
“Fine! But if you drop me in this water, I’m actually going to have serious beef with you, Maybank.”
He laughs, maybe an itty-bit manaically, and grabs your waist. “Okay, I’m gonna count you off, and you’ll jump, ‘kay? So, one, two, three-”
You hear your fishing rod rattle in its holder and jump away from him. “My line!” Scrambling after it, you grab the pole right as it looks like it’s going to leap out of its holster.
“Get it babe!” JJ practically shouts, darting behind you and placing his arms around yours to give you a little support.
The whir of the line rushing out makes you jump, and you hurry to start reeling it back in, furiously turning the handle. JJ’s mouth is by your ear as you lean into him and he talks you up as you fight the fish. “Come on, baby, you got it. Keep going, keep going, you almost got it!”
He’s pulling half the weight, you know that, but you don’t mind the help when you can watch the cords in his forearms tense and pull.
Finally, the line leaps out of the water, and soon a big scaly body is flopping on the deck of the boat. “Atta girl!” JJ shouts as you snatch it up by the lure, holding it up proudly. It’s pretty heavy, probably a little over 14 pounds.
“Look at that, baby! Got yourself a bluefish.” JJ is smiling so proudly as he fishes out his phone, and makes you pose for a picture like one of those Tinder frat guys. The flash is harsh and you know you look crazy, but he grins at the picture all the same.
“Can you throw him back in? He’s too pretty to eat,” you ask as he messes with something on his phone. You’re still holding the fish as you try to lean over and see what he’s doing.
“Here, yeah.” He drops his phone on the boat deck and takes the fish from you to fling back in. When you look at his phone, you see your face staring back up at you from his lockscreen. It was some picture of the two of you from a party, but now it’s you and your fish. He immediately changed his wallpaper after he took the picture. In your opinion, it’s definitely not a knockout photo, but you almost tear up at the sweetness of it.
“You looked cute,” JJ shrugs, seeing you looking at it.
You just smile, shaking your head, and lean against him. “Can we get high now?”
“Damn, you waste no time, huh?”
Soon, your fishing rods forgotten, you’re watching JJ roll you a joint to share. His fingers dance along the rolling paper, tucking and smoothing all gentle. He’s mesmerizing. When his tongue darts out to wet the paper, you swear you start salivating.
He catches you staring, hitting you with that heartbreaker grin again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“Shut up and light up,” you sigh, reaching for the blunt in his hands.
“Can’t light up if you don’t hand me my lighter,” JJ frowns, expression sarcastic. He puts his hand out, waiting.
You reach into your basket and pull it out, smiling when you see it. A few months ago, you had decided to buy JJ a custom lighter. You got him one off Etsy, a cheap Bic lighter with your face printed on the plastic. Of course, the image didn’t translate correctly, so the picture is heavily distorted, your smile big and wide and eyes even bigger.
It’s probably his favorite possession.
He lights the joint, letting it smoke for a second before raising it to his lips.
“Hey,” you whine, reaching for his hand.
“So needy,” he chides, taking a hit, gripping you by your neck, and blowing the smoke into your open mouth. Your breath hitches as you try your best to inhale, try to not think about his lips just ghosting over yours, his calloused fingers hard on the sides of your neck.
“Good girl,” he exhales as you successfully breathe in without hacking up your lungs.
The frogs are peeping and the wind is slow and soft, pushing the smoke around the two of you and enveloping you in it. You’re talking mindlessly as the joint passes between you, staring at the way moonlight shines through JJ’s hair, turning it platinum. His irises catch the light just right- bright, icy blue.
You’re sitting cross-legged, knees knocking with his. All you can think about his how much you love your boyfriend, even with the edges of your mind soft and your senses fuzzy. JJ takes your hand, pressing the pads of your fingertips against his.
“It’s like I can feel your fingerprints,” he comments, fingertips lightly rubbing yours. He pulls your hand as he leans back, so you’re both on your back, looking at the stars.
“It’s so pretty,” you whisper in awe. With absolutely zero light pollution, the sky is a myriad of deep black and blue hues and so, so many stars. You’d decompose while trying to count them all. You snuggle up against J as he takes a final hit. From your perspective, the rising smoke almost looks like it’s weaving through the stars, netting around them and sparkling right above your head. JJ tosses the remnant of the joint into your grocery bag of trash.
“C’mere,” he sighs, propping himself up and running a hand down your torso. When he kisses you, he tastes like smoke and sweat, and a wave of heat rushes through you just from the taste. You’re pulling him on top of you by the loops of his cargo shorts, pressing yourself against the firm plane of his abdomen.
“God, you’re needy,” he laughs, pinning your hips down with a heavy hand.
“You made me this way,” you squirm, and it’s true. He’s too generous with his touches and too sugary with his words, and you chase him like he’s a hit of the purest cocaine.
He shifts on top of you, a knee between your thighs just like you like it. He presses his knee up just to see you gasp and grind down on him. JJ’s laugh is a little mean as snaps the waistband of your shorts. “Okay, honey, what do you want?”
There’s no shame in your voice as you blurt out, “Fuck me.” You’re whining out a plea before he can even answer, with no care that you’re out in the open… no care that the cops patrol at night.
JJ fakes shock, but the hardness of him against you gives him away. “You wanna get fucked, huh. Out in the open?”
“Don’t act like this wasn’t your whole plan, smartass,” you counter as he pins your hands down right above your head.
He just laughs in response. “Dirty, dirty, dirty,” he tuts rebukingly, but he’s pulling apart the tie of your swimsuit top all the same.
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with me + part three
authors note: hi! its me again. i had some free time and most of this chapter was completed, sans gaps and editing, so i figured why not?
thank you everyone for all of the kind words, like im still so floored just how many people like the random shit that comes from my head!!!
also, some tags don't seem to work for some reason, like when i type it, the hyperlink doesn't appear so super sorry to those impacted by that!!!
warnings: angsttttt, language, suggestive content
song inspo: with me by destiny’s child
word count: 4.2k
taglist: @pixiedust4000 @southerngirl41 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @wonderingfashion
You were sixteen years old the first time you drank alcohol. Truly, a result of peer pressure. Alcohol never seemed as amazing as your friends tried to preach it to be, not with the amount of hair you’d held back while your friends retched their entire days consumption in toilet bowls.
Just didn’t seem all that appealing.
And then it was homecoming, and your school won the game, qualifying them for state. The whole town was in celebration, but no one was as lit as the football team. And, of course, dating the quarterback at the time and as cheer captain, your presence was damn near a requirement. High school politics and all.
So, you, Amir, and your closest friends spent the night house hopping, partying at one place for a little while before moving on to the next. And at some point, at some stop, you’d been convinced to try a beer. Honestly, it was disgusting as fuck, but a small part of you didn’t want to be the one prude of your group, so you downed it. And then another. Followed by another. Which preceded one more.
And by the end of the night, you truly were white girl wasted.
You thank God that you had good friends at the time who made sure you made it home safely, because you absolutely did black out. Amir did too, hence him not being the one responsible for your care.
When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did was dart to the bathroom where you emptied your guts. The second? Panic. You were terrified of your mother finding out that not only had you engaged in underage drinking, literally violating the damn law, but you’d gotten so wasted that you blacked out. It was incredibly stupid and highly dangerous. Your chest tightened and stomach coiled at how she would react if and when she realized what you’d done.
That was the most scared and nervous you’ve ever been in your entire life.
Well, up until now.
Because all you can focus, think, and obsess about is the fact that Joe will be in your state, in your town, in your damn apartment in a matter of hours. He’d text you in the middle of the night a screenshot of his flight information indicating an arrival time much earlier than you were hoping for.
Dread swept over as you sent him a message asking if he would stay at the same hotel he usually used when visiting, not that it got much use. He typically stayed with you during his visits. But, you offered to meet him there instead, feeling more comfortable if you were out of this setting, not in your apartment that had some type of reminder of Callie in damn near every room.
It took longer than you liked for him to respond, and his answer only served to increase your anxiety and trigger some anger.
No. I’m coming to you.
That was it, no explanation to your follow up texts which you know he read cause bastard had his read receipts on. Just radio silence.
That pissed you off even more, because why the hell was he ignoring you? Wasn’t he about to come talk to you about something anyway?
Oh.
Your stomach tightens. Not knowing what the hell he wants is driving you insane. You know why you reached out to him, but why did he seem so keen on speaking to you? It’d been nearly five years, what could have happened to trigger this sudden desire to reconnect?
And why the hell did he respond so quickly to your initial message? Truthfully, you expected no response whatever, convinced that he’d probably changed numbers after his massive increase in fame. Or, for him to at least hit you with the ‘who is this’? But, he didn’t, he called you and immediately knew who you were.
A tiny gasp leaves your mouth. That must have meant he still had your number saved, the same way you still have his in your contact list.
You….you don’t know what to make of that, don’t know what to make of it at all.
“Mommy, why am I spending the night with Aunt Mariah?”
Callie’s soft voice temporarily eases you from your panic, granted it also makes you aware of how she’s clearly unhappy about this. You know why too. Sundays are always your ‘special days,’ where you spend the entire day together doing the most random of things from baking, to playing game, to random dance parties that sometimes result in neighbors politely asking you to keep the noise down. It’s a tradition, and this is the first time since starting said tradition that it won’t be happening.
Closing up her drawer where you were just digging for some pajamas for her, you move to sit next to her on her bed. Her head is down as she plays with the stuffed animal in her arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I know this is our day, but mommy just has some business she has to take care of.”
She keeps her head down, voice low. “Can’t you do it tomorrow?
Fuck. You hate disappointing her. “I wish, baby, but it can’t wait.” More like he won’t wait. You’re not sure what you would have proposed regarding a time to discuss, well, Callie, but it certainly wouldn’t have been the next damn day. “Hey, how about this? Why don’t you and I stay home tomorrow and have a special special day on Monday?”
At that, her head lifts, eyes sparkling with renewed excitement. “Really?”
“Yup. Mommy can take some time off, and you can miss a day of school. It won’t kill us.” You rarely ever take time off as it is, mostly because a teacher’s salary isn’t anything to write home about. You have to work your ass off to keep a roof over your and Callie’s head. But also….you’re not even sure what frame of mind you’re going to be in following this meeting with Joe, so better safe than sorry. “But only if we can watch The Lion King first.”
Clearly pleased with this compromise, she offers you her pink finger. “Deal!”
You two seal the deal with a pinky swear as you hold her into your side and sigh heavily. You wish that you two could stay like this forever. “I love you, Callie. Okay? Always remember that.”
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“He’s what?”
You anxiously chew on the nasty ass protein bar Mariah offered you after you realized you’d barely had anything to eat today. It was a part of the latest dietary plan she was following, probably something she found from one of those weird ass dieting groups she was a member of on Facebook.
You loved Mariah, dearly, but as you two grew older, especially after having her baby boy, Micah, she’d become increasingly insecure about her body. Always the smaller, thinner, more athletic of the two, you knew that she struggled with how much weight she’d put on over the years, especially when her plan to drop the baby weight didn’t pan out. You're not sure she’s lost any of it, to be honest.
It wasn’t even a massive weight gain, and truthfully, you thought curves suited her well. But, it didn’t matter what you thought. What mattered was how she felt, which wasn’t the best, despite your best efforts to build up her confidence.
“He’s coming into town,” you finally answer, debating if you should offer her the rest of this grass in bar form. Why the hell is it so damn grainy?
“Today? He’s coming into town today?” You nod. “I’m sorry, I must have missed a couple chapters.”
“More like volumes,” you murmurs, sourly. It’s a great opportunity for you to set aside the dirt bar and explain to her everything she’d missed, from Callie’s initial inquiry to your calling him, to him sending you an itinerary for a flight arriving in roughly three hours at this point.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, careful of her volume despite Micah and Callie being occupied in the living room watching Bluey. “What are you going to do? What are you going to say to him? This is….this is bad, girl.”
“You think I don’t know that?” You lay your head against her kitchen island and force yourself to take three, big, deep breaths. “I don’t think I can do this.”
You hear her exhale. “Don’t say that.”
“I’m serious, Mo. I—” You lift your head and try your best not to cry. Tears won’t do anything to help the situation. “I don’t know what he wants, but it’s obvious he’s angry with me already, and I can’t imagine when I tell him about Callie that he’s gonna feel any better.”
“You think he’ll be upset?”
“Of course, he will.”
“No, not that. I mean, yeah definitely, about that. But, I mean, you know….that you kept her.” It takes a minute for you to process what she’s asking, and it’s a question you hadn’t thought about in some time.
You’d been so consumed about how upset he would probably be that you kept Callie hidden from him that you hadn’t considered the alternative. What if he was more upset she even existed in the first place?
The thought alone takes you to a dark place. Feelings of rejection and abandonment that you yourself experienced and probably haven’t fully processed. Feelings you swore with your life you’d always protect Callie from.
And always will.
“Then he’ll continue to not be a part of her life.” Your voice is sound and resolute. Mariah also recognizes that all too familiar look of determination that fills your face.
“But what will you tell her then?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.” A motto, a mantra, an oath. You’ve hit hard times before and always pulled through. This will be no different. Whatever's needed to keep your daughter from the trauma you experienced, you’ll do. No matter what.
Mariah knows better than to try to reason with you right now, not that there’s a ton of that needed. As a mother herself, she fully understands the intrinsic desire and borderline need to protect your child. She just also knows that you can be stubborn, and when you put your mind to something, nothing and no one can change it.
She just wonders how that’s going to bode over with whatever is about to go down.
You finish off the conversation with thanking her again for her last minute availability. You know you could have asked your mom as well, but she would have had questions, questions you don’t have the answers for nor the desire to explain just what’s happening.
Hell, you don’t even fully know what’s happening.
As the time gets closer, you realize you need to get home and straighten up. Maybe vacuum or some shit.
“Will you call me before I go to bed?”
“Of course, I will, mama.” You push back some of her hair, hating to see her sad again. She’s wearing that pout that you just realized is similar to Joe when he scowls. Shoving that from your head, you add, “and don’t forget about our big day tomorrow.”
That seems to win you a small smile, enough to make you feel less shitty about ditching her, even if it’s completely beyond your control. “It’s gonna be so much fun!”
“You bet your butt it is, kiddo!” You bring her in for another hug, holding her close and tight. “I love you, Callie Bear.”
“I love you too, mama.”
Callie expressing her love for you is the soundtrack in your head as you drive home and even as you move around your apartment, dusting and vacuuming. You even clean the baseboard, something you’re sure you haven’t done since you first moved in when you were 22.
You even make the controversial decision to leave up the photos of Callie or both you and Callie together in the living room and don’t really do much to move aside the indicators that a child lives here. Like her toy bucket near the TV or pink kiddy cups lined up near the kitchen sink.
It doesn’t make much sense to you to hide these things when the sole reason you even reached out is to make him aware of why those things are there and who they belong to. You’ve stopped letting yourself try to figure out why he wants to speak to you or why he’s upset, realizing it was only making your anxiety ten times worse to the point where you felt like you were going to vomit.
Recognizing you have some time before he arrives, you decide to take a shower that’s much longer than necessary and will probably have you upset at yourself when you get your next water bill.
But, it’s a nice distraction. Being fresh, clean, and moisturized is always a nice pick me up. Granted, you find it almost silly as you struggle to figure out what to wear. It’s Joe. Not Beyonce. Also, your outfit should be the last thing on your mind, as you eventually settle on a graphic shirt and some shorts.
And realizing you have nothing else to do, you plop down on the sofa and wait. Wait for whatever the hell is about to happen once you open that door. Strangely enough, your anxiety seems to be settling. Granted, you wonder if that’s being replaced with denial, because you’re also starting to tell yourself that it won’t be that bad.
It may not be, but that’s not a good hill to die on. Preferred but not reliable.
Needing another distraction, you scroll aimlessly through your Instagram, liking a few posts of friends, family, and former classmates from both high school and college. It’s interesting seeing how everyone ventured down different paths, some homemakers, some business execs, and of course the aspiring musicians aka unemployed.
And then there was you, the small town teacher raising her secret love child of a WWE superstar in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
Your stomach twisting and turning tells you the anxiety is returning, but it doesn’t have as much time to heighten because the doorbell rings.
He’s here.
There’s this irritating yet quiet ringing in your ears and anchor on your chest, both of which make it harder to untangle your limbs and move off the sofa. It’s like watching yourself slowly make your way to the door, the tremble in your hand noticeable as you undo the lock and start to turn the knob.
I love you too, mama.
Callie’s sweet, reassuring voice floods into your head providing the sweet relief needed to return from dissociation and snap back to reality. Eyes shutting, you take another deep breath and carefully swing the door open.
Truth be told, you weren’t quite sure what you expected to feel upon seeing Joe again, not sure what you should feel. This was a reunion, but only in name. Nothing about him being at your doorstep was warm and inviting. That much is obvious by his stoic, unreadable facial expression, which isn’t entirely out of character. Contrary and both similar to his current heel portrayal, Joe has always been more on the quiet side, not as easy to read. More open and warm once you get to know him.
You’d found that out firsthand.
Taking in his countenance, you can’t avoid observing the rest of him. He’s somehow even bigger than the last time you saw him in person, almost taking up your doorway, rippling muscles on full display in the plain, black fitted shirt he wears. His hair is pulled back as usual, clean line up, and beard fuller than you remembered him liking it. He’s aged, obviously, but well. Very well.
Heat rising to your cheeks, you step to the side, allowing him inside. You hate how you close your eyes as you inhale his scent.
He always did smell so damn good.
The physical distractions dissipate when he’s inside, the door locked, and it’s just the two of you.
You notice almost immediately how he seems to be intent on keeping his back toward you, playing it off by taking in your apartment. Not that much, if anything, has changed. He can’t be that damn interested.
It was painfully clear that Joe was already frustrated with you just by his texts, but his anger is even more palpable in person, borderline suffocating.
Just what the hell did you do to upset him so much?
Clearing your throat and crossing your arms over, you decide that someone needs to say something because this silent shit is not working for you.
But then Joe angles his body, still not looking toward you but something else. And that’s when your anxiety starts up all over again.
You watch him, intently, as he walks over to the side table near the sofa, the one that has pictures on it.
Pictures of Callie.
He picks one up, and you’ve never been so still in your life. It’s torture, not seeing how he’s looking, unable to read his facials, clueless to what he must be thinking. He’s quiet for too long, so you decide to bite the bullet and say something.
“I—”
“Is she mine?”
Waves. Heavy, plunging waves of emotions splash at you with a ferocity that nearly floors you. His question, so simple, isn’t what you expected to leave his mouth. It’s posed so quietly, lowly, emotion evident but not enough for you to know which one. Anger? Sadness? Confusion?
It stumps you, and for a second, you try to convince yourself that he doesn’t mean what you deep down know what he means.
“What–what are you talking about?”
He curses quietly, and you hear him say your name before he asks again in a dangerously calm voice, “is she mine?”
You recognize this tone, the tone he takes when he’s trying his best to tame his temper, but there’s no guarantee that he can. And that in and of itself is not a good sign, Joe rarely ever gets mad. He’s irritatingly adept at maintaining his composure in all situations.
Except this one.
You just want to take a nap, take a break from all of this. Everything seems to be happening so fast, too fast. It wasn’t even 24 hours ago that Callie first asked about her father, and now the man is standing in front of you asking you to confirm she is his daughter. You’re so confused about everything. How could he tell so easily? You always said and thought she favored him, but did she favor him enough for him to take one look at her and know she’s his daughter?
That doesn’t even seem possible nor plausible.
You have so many questions, but there’s no need in delaying the inevitable.
Rip the Band-Aid off.
“Yes.”
It’s at that moment he finally decides to turn around, and you can see the moment it happens, the moment the floodgate of emotions rush through him like a tsunami. He’s shocked. He’s confused. He’s angry.
“How did you find out?” Putting the pieces together is a slow progress, but one that’s progressing nonetheless. He clearly came here with that question prepared and ready to launch. He knew about Callie, knew when you texted him, knew when he decided to call. Knew before he even walked in and saw a picture of her.
He just needed you to confirm as such.
That seems to be the wrong question, because anger is suddenly more prominent, both vocally and physically. “You’re seriously asking me how the fuck I found out I have a daughter?” Any attempt to control his anger is out the door, replaced with visceral emotions. “No, the real question is why the fuck you didn’t tell me I have a child?”
You’re not sure what it is, the emotionality of it all, the fact that you’re face to face with the man you’ve worked so hard over the years to get over, or even just the fact that he’s speaking to you this way. Maybe all of it. Regardless, you’re not about to just take it lying down. “First of all, watch your tone. You’re not going to talk to me any kind of way. Second of all, you are married, Joe. What was I supposed to do? Send you and your wife copies of the sonogram?”
“Don't put this on that,” he dismisses, swiftly and curtly. “Jadah has nothing to do with you telling me I'm a father. Don't you think I had a fucking right to know?”
“Of course you had a right.” He did. He does. You won’t deny him that, but it’s also not as cut and dry as he’s making it out to be. “But—”
“There’s no but, Y/N!” He cuts you off, and you have to take another deep breath. This time though, it’s not to lessen anxiety. It’s to calm your own anger that’s rising. Who the hell does he think he is to speak to you this way? Like you’re some damn child. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Are you going to actually listen to me, or are you just going to keep yelling? Cause I don’t respond to disrespect, Joe. You know this.”
He actually smiles, smiles at your words. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? I’m disrespecting you? You keep my child from me, and I’m disrespecting you?” He scoffs and looks up at the ceiling, probably to settle himself. “Did you know when you ended things between us?"
The surprising questions just keep on rolling. “What?”
“I swear to God.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “Did you know you were pregnant when you told me to leave? Is that why you did it? So I wouldn’t find out?”
This time, you’re the one scoffing, trying to rationalize how he could even think to ask you this. “Seriously, Joe? I told you why I ended things.”
“Yeah, well, you’re clearly not the most honest fucking person, so I don’t even know what to believe anymore.”
You hate the fact that his words don’t further anger you but instead sadden you. You see how he’s looking at you, with a level of disdain and disgust. It’s such an unfamiliar experience, an unwanted one. “So, I’m a liar now?” It should have come out much stronger, firmer, showing him that you’re not putting up with his bullshit. Instead, it’s a damn near whisper.
He looks at you like you’ve grown two heads, like he doesn’t get what you’re not getting about this. “What do you call what you did?”
Your head is starting to hurt. This is going exactly how you feared it would go.
Bad.
It’s all becoming too much, your voice weighed down with the emotions of it all. You feel like you’re on the verge of tears, and you hate that. You won’t let him see you cry. “We’re not….we’re not getting anywhere here, Joe. I think—”
“You should get a lawyer.”
Your heart stops. “What?”
He runs both hands over his face, the heaviness of this conversation clearly weighing on him as well. “We need to figure out some type of custody arrangement, and I don’t think us handling it with each other is a good idea—”
“Custody?” The room is starting to blur again, items moving wayward and sideways. The ringing in your ears is also returning. “What—you—you want to take her from me?” You need to sit down, your legs feeling like they’re ready to give out at any moment. Take her. He wants to take her from you. Unable to control yourself, you snap, “she doesn’t even know you!”
He matches your tone and volume precisely, clearly unwilling to back down. “Exactly, I’m her father, and she doesn’t know me because of you!”
You can barely believe the words coming out his mouth, incapable of processing that he’s actually standing here threatening to take your child from you. This has gone from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. “So, you think taking her away from me is the way to get to know her?”
His volume levels down a bit, and you could have sworn you saw a glimpse of sympathy. “I don’t want to take her away from you, Y/N. I just can’t trust you to not keep her away from me.”
This is disastrous. You never could you have envisioned this conversation playing out the way it is. Desperate, you move over to him, needing him to see you, to hear you, really hear you. “You’re here now, aren’t you? Isn’t that enough?”
His answer surprises you with its austerity. He’s so angry. “No, because it took almost five fucking years for you to call me in the first damn place.”
He moves away from you, obviously headed for the door. He has nothing else to say. Your head is throbbing, vision still murky, but you manage to rush past him, obstructing his leave. “Joe….wait.”
You’ve never felt so small, so desperate, so helpless in your life. It’s reminiscent of the last conversation you had with him five years prior, that same boulder on your chest, bigger now. Much bigger.
“Please.” You’re not even trying to hold in the tears anymore. That’s not even important. Not in the slightest. This is your child. “Please don’t take her away from me. She’s my baby, Joe. She—she’s never even been without me before.”
He looks at you, and you can see it now. Finally see it. Finally see past all of the hurtful threats, the dismissiveness, the refusal to hear you out. He’s not angry. He’s hurt. “And she’s never been with me.” He moves past you, but not before one last statement. “Maybe now you’ll know how I feel.”
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just curious, ya'll think joe trippin? personally, i'm team callie cause both reader and joe are wrong in one way or another but im also biased so ignore me.
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"i’m still into you, morales."
pairing: miles morales !1610 x reader
genre: angst to fluff:)
inspo song: still into you. - paramore
warnings: cursing, blood, near death experience for reader, angry miles:(, green goblin being a creepy ass bitch, weapons.
words: 1.2k.
summary: the only way he can keep you safe is by breaking up with you for your safety, but months later you run into him and fortunately, you’re still into him.
a/n- ill be taking a small break after writing this due to my mental health literally crashing but i promise yall once im back ill post something😭 this is a small fic bc im currently focusing on other stuff at the moment AND i wanna thank @smokeywhalee for giving me the idea on the last part love ya mwahh❤❤
can't count the years on one hand that we've been, together.
miles and you have been best friends since you were small— quite frankly your whole childhood. miles was always right by your side through thick and thin, and you did too.
but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.
and that’s when you started dating miles, you realized he fell in love with you the moment he saw you and his love grew fonder and fonder as he grew older.
you recount the night that you first, told his mother, and on the drive back to your house, he told you for the first time he loved you.
and you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders, and you sing along to the start of forever—
but that ended soon.
ever since miles became spiderman, his life started to become more dangerous — and you were worried sick.
everyday he would climb to your apartment, wounded and injured and you’d always patch him up, and he would always leave you worried.
so that’s when he decided to leave you for his own safety— and yours.
when he broke the news to you, it’s like your whole world stopped— you were frozen and so was time, but it was for your own good and his.
“i’m so so sorry mi corazon, it’s for your own good, i promise. please don’t cry anymore.” he whined, cupping your jawline as he wiped your tears.
you could see his glistening eyes, his tears waiting to fall as if they were impatient, you felt your heart shatter even more every minute you looked into his eyes.
you grabbed the said hand that was on your jaw, holding it tightly and savoring the last moment you both were witnessing.
he gave you one final goodbye kiss and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
you couldn’t do anything now that your love of your life was gone, you couldn’t believe it that your last moment with miles is with him leaving.
———
hours of sleepless nights, days of overthinking and sadness burying you, and weeks of crying passed since miles left you and you couldn't even tell time anymore, you were still into him but what could you do now?
it was not until everything went downhill for you.
the green goblin has been miles's archnemesis for god knows how long ever since he became spiderman— and the green goblin was determined to find you, the love of his life, and make him miserable, so he used you as bait.
as you were walking down a sketchy road to pass the convenience store to get a snack, you heard a loud clang in a sketchy alleyway and you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to look at the gloomy area— and before you knew it, the green goblin glided out and took you in, covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming and his other hand holding a knife.
he took you to a rooftop in a sketchy area, the moon and street lights being so dim you can barely see anything. the green goblins breath over your neck as the knife he was holding was now on your neck, as he glided through the surface of it and making you bleed and wince in pain.
“what do you want from me? let me fucking go please!” you screamed as tears planted your face— trying to escape from his grasp.
“now now sweetheart, i need your little boyfriend, you’re useless to me— i just need to kill you and then kill him next.”
he whispered into your ear as you cringed back— his words echoing in your mind over and over again, the realization hitting you that he’s gonna kill miles— when you heard a voice from afar, a familiar voice you’ve always known.
“let ‘em go.” the voice was demeaning, when you lifted your head up and saw.. “miles..?” you whispered as tears began streaming down your face, when the green goblin shut you up by slicing another cut with the knife as you cried out in pain.
miles webbed the knife onto the ground as he stepped closer and was ready to pounce on the green goblin, he’d do anything just to keep you alive— even it means he had to face the opposite.
“hold on now— if you’re gonna kill me you’ll be killing them now wouldn’t you?” he said, his free hand now gripping on your neck as he choked you— your struggling making your breath shorter every second.
miles put his hand down as he looked over to the green goblins glider that was on the side of the door— he grabbed it by webbing it and slid it off the rooftop, the web still holding on to it as it was dangling off the rooftop.
the green goblin gasped as he let go of your neck, leaving you to fall on the ground as you gasped for air— the sight of you making miles want to punch out the green goblins guts for doing this to you.
“it’s either, you give me them or i’ll drop your precious little glider.” miles protested, his voice was low but angry— a side of him you’ve never seen before.
the green goblin didn’t answer as he kept stepping closer to miles, and miles backing away in his every move.
the green goblin got tired of his little game and grabbed your hand and threw you over to miles, which in result making miles more furious.
“there, you have them now give me back my glider.” the green goblin protested as he walked closer to miles.
“come and catch it then.” miles let go of the web resulting the green goblin shouting a “NO!” — the glider falling down as the green goblin jumped to get it.
miles then looked over to you, bending down to your height as you sat on the floor— in pain and helpless.
“are you okay?” miles panicked, his both hands on your shoulders as he scanned for wounds other than the one on your neck.
you nodded as you swallowed the lump in your throat, causing you to tear up again and this making miles even more worried.
“i’m.. i’m still into you, morales.” you blurted out, causing miles to look at you with admiration.
“i should be over by the butterflies already but, i’m into you,”
as you sighed shakily to look up at miles, his hand reached for your jawline as he caressed it softly, wiping the blood away from your neck as he kissed you softly.
its like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever, now that the green goblin was gone (or was he..?)— he had you all to himself with no worries.
he pulled away from the kiss, chuckling softly as your forehead pressed on his, your nose brushing over his.
“god how i missed you and this moment, mi vida, i’m so sorry i left you— there want a day that passed by that i haven’t thought about you.” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as your head was on his shoulder.
“i missed you more, and i’m glad you’re still into me.”
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#conitagray#fluff#angst#across the spider verse#astv x reader#astv#miles my beloved#miles morales#miles morales 1610 x reader#miles x reader#miles morales 1610#spidermanacrossthespiderverse
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very incomplete thoughts because im just pulling shit out of my ass at this point but honestly i feel like dark!harry would be dangerously nihilistic. the stress and heavy burdens of being the Chosen One who is also being unheard by the rest and slandered every other day or so would drive him to one final breakdown before he decides he has finally had enough
we know that harry is the type to feel a lot. he is regularly driven by his emotions and his morals and his wishes to actually help. so when he's had enough, he could just straight up not feel anything. after all, his feelings dont really matter in the big picture. why should he bother anymore ?
now we know that suppression of Magic, whether through conscious choice or to cope with abuse, can result in an Obscurial so it won't be too far of a stretch to say that excessive suppression of emotions can also result in something as dangerous for wixen.
so picture this : harry's had enough. he wants out of literally everything he's going through right now. and in the midst of his distress and slowly fraying sanity, he wishes hard enough to "stop feeling anything" that his own Magic obeys
harry goes from feeling too much to feeling nothing at all . there's a void in his chest where his emotions should be, and he finds that it really doesn't bother him at all. he feels the most peaceful he has been in a long, long while. the void in his chest grows larger still and slowly, he begins to think that nothing really matters in the end.
he thinks about everyone. they tout and scream to the rooftops that hes the chosen one, that hes supposed to stop voldemort, that he is destined for greatness. but then they treat him like a child, like a fragile little thing who cant do anything right. they dont believe a lot of what he says, and would rather be swayed by the words of dumbledore or the prophet or skeeter. he doesnt really matter all that much to them, he supposes. hes just their little symbol of hope, there to sit pretty and wait til the final duel.
well. none of that anymore. they can deal with voldemort by themselves. doing anything for or against them would mean nothing anyways. he's an immature child in their eyes anyways, so an immature child he will be.
harry doesn't notice that the void hes been feeling in his chest has started to affect him and his surroundings as well. it's like he has become a small black hole, draining the life and the magic of everything around him. and if someone comes close enough to him, he'd be draining their emotions as well.
he and his magic have effectively squashed any and all feelings he has besides apathy. all he cares about now is getting the rest he deserves and letting the world fall to ruins. they can figure it out, he thinks, not like they ever needed him anyways. and i feel like with the absence of his emotions and morals, he'd be more inclined to using crueler spells just to keep his peace.
he still has a bit of his dramatic flair so harry probably lays himself to rest somewhere like beneath the rubble of his family's home, which is the closest he can be to "resting with his parents beneath the snow". he pulls a bella swan, lays there all numb and uncaring, and lets the world pass him by
meanwhile, the void in his chest grows larger and stronger still. it feeds from the remains of harry's emotions and the vitality of the environment around them. eventually, it grows enough that it becomes capable of manifesting outside of harry and it becomes somewhat like an Obscurus, shapeless and near invisible but capable of dealing large amounts of damage. however, it stays in place and only acts when it perceives a threat to harry's rest, which is pretty much anything that moves within their vicinity
potter cottage becomes a little bubble of nihility. it eats at anything that comes near and people become horribly numbed if they come too close. sometimes harry can hear his friends call out to him from within, but hes getting the rest he has been wanting for so long. they can figure things out by themselves.
so
yeah
that's the thought
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HI BESTIE SMOOCHES!!!!!!! pantalone on the brain (he never leaves he’s up there living rent free 😟) so im gonna unload all of it into this ask like a dumptruck 😍 but do you listen to lana del rey? there’s this song, let the light in, AND I THINK OF IT WITH PANTALONE AND 😍 idk :( i want to be the light of his life i want to grow old with him i want slow mornings with him i want the domesticity I WANT IT ALL!!!!!!!!!! i’d just always feel safe with him bc what do you have to worry about fr if he’s around? 🤔 i feel like he’d kinda love that you know you can lean on him when you need it and be your rock when things get hard. he literally drives me nuts. anyway, wishing u the best day or night depending on where you are! :) 🫶🏻 ur the best!!
OMG HI MOOT!! ❤️❤️ hehe i love how much you love Pantalone but bros gotta start paying rent… I know he can afford it! But YES I LOVE LANA DEL RAY I have quite a few songs on my playlist from her she’s amazing 🤭 thanks for introducing me to another banger from her and WOW IM ASSOCIATING IT WITH PANTALONE NOW TOO… awww that’s so sweet :((( you are literally SO the light of his life!!! Growing to an old married couple with him,, ARHHHHSUHS omg me thinking about the Fatui finally being over and then he can just. Relax. And you two can have the real domestic life minus all of the Fatui paperwork business 🫠 yea he still has his regular business duties but HED SPEND SO MUCH MORE TIME WITH YOU… the domesticity cannot be contained. But moving on jahshsjw the slow soft morning are everything omggg I just can imagine the light spilling in from the window illuminating your pretty face and Pantalone just takes a moment to admire you and realize how much you truly mean to him… his purpose, his meaning, his motivation, his love :(
But yesss feeling safe with him >>>> REALL HOW COULD YOU NOT?? 😞❤️❤️ Ignoring his strength and wealth for a moment his whole presence is so comforting when he’s around you, like you have to resist the urge to just sink into his arms and fall asleep at every waking moment ausiqnaba,,, when you can go to sleep without a worry in the world around them >>> hng even if you were in danger you’d know Pantalone would save you 🥺 but not to mention he also feels safe with YOU, you two support and love and rely on each other so much (although Pantalone is much more subtle about it, he finds it hard to show weakness) Pantalone loves having you rely on him for a bunch of things, I think he likes knowing that you trust him enough for both the smallest and biggest of worries :( he is great at listening. And he, on the other hand, will rely on you as well, for your comforting touch and kisses, for your sweet words when he has nightmares and doubts… for just existing in general :(
HAHAHAH NOW YOURE MAKING ME MORE NUTS ABOUT HIM 😭😭🥰
#smooches talks#moots: isa <3#pantalone love notes <3#MOOT CAN I CALL U ISA BTW??#once again im thanking for u dropping this lovely pantalone fluff... ily!! you're the best too!! ❤️❤️❤️
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i think i've finally succeeded in putting into words something that has been driving me insane recently, and i beg of anyone with insights to jump in on this.
ive recently started going back to therapy, and every fucking time i do this i become convinced that there is no one who can help me. Now, i am a huge advocate for therapy. Go to fucking therapy, if you have the means - bit i'm amending that statement somewhat to include: find the right Kind of therapy for you, because there's more options than just talk therapy.
which informs the bit that's driving me insane, which is:
i feel like my therapist is more interested in eliciting the textbook neurotypical response from me than actually listening to or treating me.
i do not have an official autism diagnosis because where i live they run you around $4k, and they largely refuse to even bother testing women above a certain age, however almost anyone who has ever spoken to me and knows anything more about autism than Sheldon Cooper Disease can guarantee you i have it, and from personal documentation over the course of now five years im pretty confident in saying I Am Autistic.
one of the ways this presents is that i am hyper aware of everything at all times. not in a high alert trauma response way (though also possible) but just in a My Attention Contains Multitudes way where i can comfortably juggle awareness of the clock ticking, the humidifier running at a different pitch today (probably need to change the filter), traffic outside, a conversation in the next room (if i get bored of this one sounds like the woman on the phone is having an entertaining day; i'll eavesdrop), wind, some animal in the garden, the AC is a bit high i'm cold, obviously the AC is set with you in mind because you're wearing long sleeves, and it is your office after all, have you read all those books on the shelf or is it just meant to make you look official, oh have to turn my phone to silent, my leg's getting tired i'm uncrossing my knees, oh someone else just came in and they didn't shut the front door so i can hear more traffic plus beach sounds now, oh school must have let out for lunch i can hear games, the humidifier smells weird too what's goin' On with that thing today?
and literally all of that happens every second of my life in every room i'm ever in, and at no point do i lose focus on the conversation. i just work that fast.
now my therapist does not understand autism. that is very apparent. because every single time i stop masking he suddenly drags me through grounding exercises i don't need - i can lucidly explain that i am already familiar with all the steps, can intelligently describe what is Actually happening in my mind, am showing no signs of distress or dissociation - and will not let me speak again until i hold eye contact, sit still and straight, and talk in an expressive tone.
and i have explained to him in detail what it will look like when i am in distress. he just ignores it.
and i feel like in his kind of therapy, the resolution of issues comes from explaining to people What they are feeling and what caused it. knowing this then solves the issue for them. MY issue is that my body stores negative emotions as physical sensations (and that i Do blame on trauma) even long after the emotion itself is gone, i am neutral and have processed it, and can recognise i am not in danger or distress. I just can't coax my body out of Threat Response, and usually have to wait days at a time for the lingering grossness of a slightly awkward phone call to work it's way out of my chest. That's what i'm coming for. i can describe what happened, how it affected me, how it Didn't affect me, what i think, what i feel, what i will do next time, and my whole emotional healing process - BUT i can't turn off my body's natural threat settings until Way after than they should have disengaged.
and despite being extremely clear and eloquent (i thought), and describing that sensation multiple times in different ways, it took THREE sessions before my psych blurted something like it out, and i latched into it and said 'YES!! THAT!! That is what i've been saying!' and he finally said 'oh! oh i'll change what i've set up, then'
and i have to do that every time. i feel like he doesn't respect my ability to understand my own body (which is something i've been receiving more and more from male practitioners in my town) and will only help me with the things i ask for if he can make it sound like he came to the breakthrough explanation for me. and even after that, he's altogether more interested in just getting me to act like how i imagine neurotypical people do at the end of a profound session than actually giving me any tools that could assist me.
i am beginning to think i am better off going to a trauma informed somatic therapist, but i wouldn't know where to find one nor how to tell if they are good.
please can anyone tell me what this is, what i might benefit from doing, and indeed if anyone else in the world has to deal with this and how u do
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imagining if one *awful* day Līva finally called back sylvester. finally reached out to him again for some unknown reason. or maybe she even has the audacity to show up right on the doorstep. good thing mārīte is at school by then cuz it only has 2 outcomes in my eyes
sylvester just tells her to stay away from his family and slams the door in her face
or...
2. he accepts. sure. she can come in. she can sit on *his* couch, in *his* home. and they can maybe have a civil conversation. except thats not what happens. it starts off as polite and uneasy, but moments later, its a screaming match. līva twisting the tale so its *sylvester* who left her, *sylvester* who *stole* *her* daughter. its *him* who never answered her calls. just blatantly trying to twist the story in her favor. either way. she gets kicked out soon after before it gets physical.
but now im imagining. what if she came to see him when he had already moved to the ranch with mārīte and stone.. imagining stone and syl just prepping for dinner and the doorbell goes off. imagining them thinking that "oh. maybe the classes ended early and mārīte is home, just forgot her keys. again." and so sylvester opens the door, already preparing to playfully scold mārīte. only to be instantly met with a (literal) slap to the face and Līva yelling at him
"what the hell happened to you?! a goddamn RANCH?! do you know how much i had to beg Ainārs to give me your address and its this DUMP!? and whats with the damn cane, you break your hip, old man? youve gotten pathetic, i knew i shouldnt have even come here in the first place" ((Ainārs and Sylvester are still besties imo. he's Mārītes cool uncle who visits every few months))
yeah. not good. not... the reunion sylvester hoped for. i think the only reason Līva wouldve even come to see him then is for the cash. "oh YOU stole my kid now YOU pay me. yes IM the one in the right" - Līva, probably
internally sylvester is just *so* thankful mārīte isnt here. not the best impression of your mother you dont even remember
~ rusty
Stone and his repressed resentment towards his own mother abandoning him bubbling up to the surface when Līva shows up at the ranch: I have a fucking shotgun and I'm not afraid to use it.
I can just imagine Sylvester trying to get Līva to leave the property while also trying to keep Stone from shooting his ex. And then Kali shows up because despite how far away their ranch is from his, he still had seen Līva drive up and you know that Kali's always going to show up to help his bestie Stone.
So now there's both Kali on the porch with a shotgun and Stone inside the house with a shotgun, because of course Kali wasn't going to come to the house without one if potentially Stone and Sylvester were in danger.
And... Honestly, Līva might just never come back.
I wouldn't if I showed up at my ex-fiancé's ranch and his husband and his husband's best friends were so quick to have their shotguns out, but she sounds like she has all of the audacity to try and come back.
#tyler's asks#tyler's inbox#tyler answers asks#answering asks#asks#other ocs#oc talk#task force 141 oc#shadow company oc#call of duty oc#cod oc#task force 141 oc: stone#call of duty oc: stone#cod oc: stone#shadow company oc: kali#call of duty oc: kali#cod oc: kali#rusty anon#:)
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I had an anxiety attack driving
it's 8:30 on Friday morning & I'm driving my moms 1998 Blazer on curvy, bumpy, dangerous as hell County Road 29. I'm already having the normal stress driving that I always have, trying not to go around these curves too fast. trying to steer this old giant shit box Chevy that already needs another alignment & more power steering fluid. it's already making me feel stressed because I've drove nothing but a small 2-door since I was 15. I used to be so confident driving, I really did, & now all I can do is put every ounce of focus I have into driving this suv that feels like a boat. now it's just fear that I'm going to lose control over it, now it's just fear that every single car on the road that I encounter is going to hit me or get too close to me.
it's already stressful enough driving it. I can't even say it's only because it's a big vehicle because I started to feel these things even driving my small car when I got in my 20s, just not as extreme as this. I was afraid of being so small & I have honestly gotten scared even more times in that car than the Chevy funny enough. so it's at the point now that nothing matters. it doesn't matter if I'm driving or just riding, it doesn't matter if it's big or small, I can't relax in a vehicle that's moving and there's just no reason I can explain why, or put into words that will ever be valid enough.
so anyways, it's Friday & I'm driving on 29. it's going as smoothly as it can possibly go considering all the bumps and curves. out of nowhere, a vacuum hose line busts or explodes causing the intake to backfire so loudly that it literally sounded like a Shotgun firing underneath us. except in that moment I didn't know it was the intake so my mind just went straight into panic mode. it sounded absoltutely awful & the sudden loud noise caused my adrenaline to start pumping so hard & I couldn't stop thinking that it sounded like my brake lines busting or the ball joint falling out & making the tire fall off. just thinking of every possible thing wrong and thinking I was going to die at any second. just delusional from being so scared and startled.
we stop & Zach sees its the hose line so we can keep driving but it could start making the motor run like shit but I'm still trying to make it to the next town over. the whole time I'm still freaking out & there's a feeling in my chest that feels like something squeezing my heart & I start having trouble breathing. I'm still putting every ounce of focus I have into driving yet my thoughts are absolutely taking over. I get into traffic & there's a van in front of me, & a red light coming up. for no reason I can control at all, Im thinking I'm not going to be able to stop. when I did stop I'm not going to lie, I completely lost it. just full blown hyperventilating, crying, whimpering like a dog, just absolutely having a mental breakdown, panic attack, whatever the hell it was. my heart is pounding and my legs are shaking in the middle of traffic but I have to keep going. I can't just stay stopped at this light having an absolute breakdown. I start gasping for air then feeling like I was going to blackout so I just screamed to try to snap myself out of that. I didn't want to black out driving like that. my mom has anxiety too, & she was there with me but holding it together for my sake. I got the courage to finally make it to where I was going but crying because it was the shut down after the breakdown.
I did make it to where I was going, alive, which was good. I also made it home safe. and Zach drove back, he seriously helped me get through that so much & kept talking to me the entire time. I probably would've died if he wasn't there. I realize now that it's out of my control when I have an attack like that so I need to stop putting myself through so much stress and I'm learning but this is so hard every day
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I feel like you have been going to that driver's school for months now lol did you fail something or is it supposed to be this long
we dont talk about that.
#theres so much i could say but basically i took a test in february failed and they never let me do another until now#and now my time is almost over and if i fail again i have to retake the theory exam and i will kill them#ive started driving last june. its definitely not supposed to be this long but with covid they were already behind#+ theyre just incompetent like they didnt call me back for a month bc they were changing instructor#and now i have one last try before i end it all ig <- last exam i did not take it well. worst breakdown of 2022 for sure#it sounds silly but i hate my old instructor so much and im glad he's gone but im so burned out of it anyway by now i just want to drive#in peace#like im not a danger i literally drive every day but i still have to go there and listen ton men yell at me bc i cant predict what other car#cars will do FUCK UUU#ask#anon#all this could be summed up in 'i have a normal reaction to failure'
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Love Struck!AU x SF9
lately i just need to write about every member of every kpop group being in capital L love.
find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz
youngbin
overcompensates with selfless acts that go above and beyond what any person deserves
offers to carry your bags, learns about plumbing when you mention you have a leaky faucet, asks if you want him to drive you to your appointments which you are perfectly fine getting to on your own
if there was a puddle of mud on the ground, youngbin would throw his brand new jacket over it just so you could walk over it
even though you could literally just. walk around it
doesn't even realize he's overdoing it
he just loves you and therefore knows he has to show it at any given part of the day
but not like in an aggressive manner
just a small smile and a "i can pick you up and drop you off if you want!"
dawon: actually, youngbin, we have practice at that tim-
youngbin, shoving a sandwich down dawon's throat: so you said noon right?
when you respectfully decline any of his help, mostly because you are worried you're using your friend for his kindness, everyone assures you that's not it
actually everyone is super confused how you haven't seen why it is weird that youngbin would commit hours of research for you when you ask offhandedly if you should visit europe for the summer and then show up at your door with ten pamphlets on different european destinations 'by chance'
because - that's weird - and weird means, in the great way of sf9, that he has a crush on you
"youngbin, you're being so nice to me these days how could i ever repay you?
youngbin about to say that there's nothing you need to do, he just likes being able to help
dawon, shoving a sandwich down youngbin's throat for revenge and also to answer on his leader's behalf: "actually, if you could finally go on a date with him - i think that would repay it."
you get all shy and murmur that you don't know if youngbin wants that, and youngbin can only vigorously nod that he does
(due to the sandwich)
inseong
no clue if puppy syndrome is a thing, but he's got it
the human embodiment of big puppy eyes whenever you're around, big puppy pout, big puppy wagging his tail at just the mention of your name
even without all that - the energy that exists around inseong when you are near him and giving him attention - it's enough to quite literally blow everyone and everything else away
and there are lasting effects
as in you walk away from the conversation and fifteen minutes later inseong still can't make out a single word, just chin on his palm - daydreamy look in his eyes
jaeyoon tries snapping his fingers in his face, tickling him, even flicking his best friend straight on the forehead but.
nothing.
the only way he breaks out of the spell you cast on him is either a long time passes or you show up again and inseong is back at your full attention
it's getting bad, like to a point where he walks into walls or drops his phone in the sink when he starts thinking about you
incidents where he nearly topples over onto poor chain who is like get off of me you are built like a skyscraper
or just flat out doesn't move a muscle in the right direction during practice and it's literally driving youngbin mad
so jaeyoon (like the best friend he is) arranges for you to come hang out with him but tada it's actually a candlelight dinner in the sf9 kitchen he and the rest of the boys set up for you and inseong
and you're like w....whats all this and inseong is like i don't know either
and jaeyoon (who like the best friend he is picked the nicest smelling candle from the tj maxx sale aisle) appears and lights it and is like this is for you two to confess and for inseong to be cured of puppyism
you: puppyism?
inseong, red as a tomato: i think he means like the way i act around you like a - um -
jaeyoon: like a lovesick puppy, so like....collar him or whatever
you and inseong both looking at him like do what? and jaeyoon is like sorry that didn't come out right
either way you get the point please date the oversized man whose brain wont work unless you give him a kiss
jaeyoon
opposite of his best friend, jaeyoon doesn't need to fall over his feet when he's lovestruck
he will literally just let you know how he feels
"i like you"
you smile at him and laugh, "i like you too!"
and jaeyoon is like amazing so we are both "liking" each other how lovely how nice
and that is....................where it ends
he literally is so preoccupied with the concept of confessing that he forgets the part where he has to like.
confirm the relationship
so for like a month after you are both just saying 'i like you' to each other and he thinks it's romantic and you still think it's platonic
it's a mess
he keeps asking himself when the right time to ask you to go to the movies with him is, if he should pull out the home cooking - why haven't you pulled out the home cooking? do you not "like" him enough for that?
he paces around before you come over because is he dressed too casual - i mean he's your boyfriend, he should put effort into it right?
and then you show up and nothing is different and everything is the same and when inseong is like
jaeyoon you're dating them right, why don't you guys like kiss? and jaeyoon is like holy shit i haven't even thought about that yet
and dawon is like how have you not thought about that kissing is all i think about ever
and so jaeyoon's head gets even more scrambled because now you come over and he's like ..... kiss......lips......mouth...hand? kiss on mouth...hand...lips.....hug?
and you're like what? and he's like hug lips mouth? and you're like jaeyoon are you ok?
oh my god at some point you're both alone and jaeyoon is walking you home or something and he reaches out to grab your hand because like that's normal right? people dating do that right?
and you're like oh! and he's like is this ok? and you're like a-does it mean something?
and jaeyoon is like it means the same thing as i like you....you know....like how i said it a month ago and i just thought we could take the next step-
he's rubbing his neck and blushing and he has always been sauve and straightforward and it dawns on you that the entirety of this month he has been saying he likes you like in that way
and you're like wait you like-love me? and he's like yes wait what did you think- and you're like i thought it was like-like ....like friend like?
you and jaeyoon just staring at each other and then he's like should i let go of your hand then
and you're like no. actually just kiss me we've wasted a LITERAL month
dawon
always the class clown, being lovestruck somehow only tends to make it worse
but not worse like oh he gets louder and cracks more jokes.
my man has upgraded to mildly dangerous body humor.
you are all together and dawon is suddenly like you guys think i can climb that uneven, rickety tree? and youngbin is like no and you're like no but dawon is like it'll be fun just watch
dawon: should i drink spoiled milk
you: why-
dawon: im hardcore it'll be fine - look im just a goofy guy who - oh my god. call an ambulance.
the idea is that every time you are in the vicinity and glowing like an angel without a halo dawon is like
gotta do something so outrageously stupid that it grabs their attention and/or lands me in a situation where i can excuse myself to run away from my feelings. perfect.
it's literally the dumbest logic on the planet
everyone tells him it's the dumbest logic on the planet
but dawon is convinced it's the best reaction to....to the butterflies in his stomach
of course, you don't find any of it amusing, you are just in a constant state of worry
one time dawon takes it too far and probably tries to do something that could actually seriously hurt him
and you stop him by grabbing him and being like stop - i don't know why you don't care about yourself but i care about you so stop being stupid
and dawon is staring down at you like
"pause, you care about me? like on a scale of 1-10 how muc-"
you kiss him and mutter a "11" and dawon thinks he sees stars
youngbin thanking you profusely like we were worried for his actual literal life
zuho
rather scream into the void than confront how he feels about you
the private twitter account is blowing up with tweets about how he wants to hold your hand and how that makes him pathetic
dawon replying under each of them: tru
rowoon replying under each of them: not true!!!!! love is awesome!!!! pog as chani would say!!!!!!
you talk to him about something and his ears are full of white noise and he cant help but think about how your face is somehow the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and how he could write a whole album about the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes and -
you ask him what he thinks and he can only reply with a sound that is both pained and high pitched and when you raise your eyebrow he's like gtg uh feed my cats
when you're around he disappears to "feed his cats" like . ten times
surprisingly being a lovestruck fool does fuel his ability to make music
but it is also sad and about being heartbroken and the members are like hey do you wanna talk about it and zuho is like no
there are spotify playlists with your name, there are journal entries about you, there are iPhone notes app scribbles about you
he's down bad
everyone knows he's down bad
you also figure out he's down bad and so you finally confront him
except you're like......... zuho who are you in love with? ill help you if i can
and he looks at you like a deer in headlights because that's the most bizarre shit you could ask him
and because of the shock he blurts out the truth
"you. i love you."
screams after and you jump up and he's like i need to leave and you're like AT LEAST LET ME SAY IT BACK?????
rowoon
it's the cluelessism of it all
he looks at you one day and instead of just being a person you are beaming at him like a direct sunray and he's like woah! weird!
he just kind of becomes more clumsy around you since you've got this new effect on him
trips over his big feet, giggles randomly while you're talking, forgets he's in the middle of the street when you're walking by his side and someone has to honk three times for him to start walking again
honestly no one can tell what's wrong with him
because is he like ... is it early onset amnesia? is he just spacing out?
even chani notices the shift because rowoon has gone from annoying him to laying half off the couch with his hand in an empty pringles can
"what are you thinking about?"
rowoon just mutters your name and chani is like .... i don't know about all this but maybe you like them?
reality hits rowoon like a freight truck .... liking you? that's new
he googles 'what to do when you like someone?' literally googles it
tries to show you by playing it cool, tries to show you by showering you in random compliments but he's tongue tied when you smile so he's like i love your hair it looks like. cheese
embarrasses himself over and over and over until he just hunches himself over one day and is like
why is liking someone so hard? isn't it supposed to be easy?
and you're like haha i know the feeling, ive liked someone for so long but he never takes a hint and rowoon is like omg who
and you look at him and you're like well he's a tall clueless handsome guy
and rowoon stares at you like he sounds nice
and you're like you
and he's like oh that's nice - WAIT
taeyang
flirts with you but it flops because he's been flirting with you since you first met
so you cannot tell the difference and taeyang is like what am i doing wrong
inseong: karma for always winking and calling them cute when now you want them to do it back to you
taeyang: shuttup sad old man
inseong: you've been hanging out too much with chani. sniffle
he decides ok so regular flirting doesn't work, so what about lowkey flexing?
he wears the expensive watch and puts his hand in front of you like, hey and you're like hi? and he's like notice anything? and you're like .... um..... oh, your tag is sticking out of your shirt! and taeyang is like .........F
ok so not flexing, what about compliments?
he piles like ten of them on you and you're like oh - thanks, but i don't really like this outfit anyway and he's like....F
ok so not flexing, compliments, let's try playing hard to get
he gives you the cold shoulder when you come over and you immediately are like taeyang are you mad at me if you are im sorry so stop being a weirdo and he's like........F
finally he just reverts to himself and just keeps up the regular flirting and the soft touches and smiles
and he realizes the difference now is when he flirts - he just has to follow up on it
so when he asks " i cant taste my lips, can you do it for me?"
and you reply with "sure" and roll your eyes
he just . does kiss you and you're like oh.
and he's like well what do you say and you're like your lips taste sweet and he's like NO I MEAN-
you just kiss him again because now you get what he actually means LOL
hwiyoung
sulks when you're not around, and then doesn't go near you when you are around
it's like please make up your mind
is the definition of if i stare at you long enough you will fall in love with me right?
but he stares from ten feet away
it takes everyone all their strength to drag him out of his room when you're over and even then he puts his hoodie up and plays with his shoelaces and acts like he's a five year old
when he gets put next to you in the car ride somewhere he almost passes out from holding his breath from nervousness and you turn to him and you're like hwi you're turning purple?!?!?
you tap his shoulder when he isn't looking and call him hwi~ and he thinks his knees like. give out he crumbles to the floor and you're like oh my god are you sick??!?!!?
to put it simply, being in love forces him to lose his human ability to live
gets a pep talk from literally every member about how he cannot act like this. it's giving you the wrong impression and yet he just
he can't do anything about it you enter his personal space and the little nerves in his brain go haywire
"i don't want them to think im being rude, but it's kind of like im allergic to them."
"oh - you're allergic to me?"
hwiyoung turns and you're giving him a look and he's like oh god i mean - i don't - i mean like -
and he doesn't know what to say but you just giggle and you're like "fine, if you're allergic we'll have to make immune"
and he's like blinking like wha-
you wrap your hands around him and he's like !!!! and you're like here just take me in large doses until you build up immunity ok?
hwiyoung nodding because he has forgotten the entirety of the korean language
chani
realizes he's being freaking weird when he bails on his plans to eat and game to hang out with you
prioritizing social interaction over being alone in his room......now that's not normal
yes, ok, so he likes you - but now he's like
no one can ever know that. i will not be left alone if anyone finds out.
unfortunately, he asks jaeyoon of all people if he knows what food you like and jaeyoon is like
OH YOU WANNA ASK THEM ON A DATE RIGHT SO YOU WANNA LOOK UP RESTAURANTS WITH THAT FOOD RIGHT?
chani standing in the doorway like. what. no....
the minute chani starts picking the spot next to you when you're all together is his downfall
the entire world knows how he feels and he's like oh fuck seriously
he helps you go shopping and he comes home and every member is just like :) tell us about the date :)
and he's like SHUTTUP
calls you by a nickname and rowoon almost chokes on his food in surprise, because chani?????? gave someone???? a nickname????? and it isn't a combination of the word ass and hole?????
he cannot escape the fact that little things for others, are big things for him
being attentive and caring and even just smiling in your presence is enough to give away how he's feeling
let alone he dropped a rank in league so everyone is like ah - he's distracted with someone~!
it gets unbearable to a point where chani is like i cant live with these people always bothering me so im just going to confess
he pulls you aside and is like "i want to date you - is that ok?" and you're like of course, was wondering when you'd ask dummy and he's like,,,,,,listen,,,,
assumes the teasing will die down when you both come into the room holding hands
BUT OH IS HE WRONG
inseong: i got dibs on being the wedding planner, eat dirt youngbin
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some thoughts on what living with bakugou would be like:
-he’s weirdly organized. like he remembers where he put everything every time so if ur ever looking for something, most times he’ll just find it for u and it takes like .2 seconds
-will cook meals a large majority of the time, but if u bake sweets he’s an absolue sucker for them.
-if you’re like reALLY allergic to a certain type of bug or plant,, man’s got his eyes pEELED whenever y’all go somewhere together. like lets say, for example, ur allergic to bees. bakugou is blowing bees up left and right and u look at him and ur “no!! stop!!! bees are endangered!!” ,, he looks u dead in the face, like ur stupid or something and says “yeah. because of me. i’m gonna kill all of them.”
- if u have to get in an argument with somebody over the phone, he wants to hear it. like he’ll ask u to put the phone on speaker and he’ll just make mocking, bitchy faces while the other person is speaking. like,, he lets u fight ur own battles, but he wants to be there bullying the other person mercilessly in the background.
-if he doesnt like a song ur playing, he’ll just skip it. won’t ask, wont look at u, he’ll just skip it. borderline dick move tbh
-gets grumpy if u don’t follow his nightly routine on time, but also wont go to sleep without u. like he’ll just stay up and crab at u until u go to bed with him
-likes when u brush his hair for him. like u’ll be brushing yours, totally by urself fine, and he’ll just look at u and clear his throat until u roll ur eyes and beckon him over
-if u get like a bag of junk food or something,, do nOt leave that shit out, bakugou will finish it 10/10 times. he’ll finish it but then look at u and “why the fuck would u even bring that shit in here, huh? u tryin’ to get me out of shape or somethin?” ,, and u look at him like “idk man maybe just dont eat it then.” ,,, the glARE he gives u in response is muRDEROUS //pls this is quite literally the only area he lacks self control dont remind him\\
-has absolutely no regard for neighbors. he yells a lot and if y’all get noise complaints he just glares and 😡💥at the neighbor until they get scared and leave
-he thinks it’s funny to just subtly move things from time to time. like, for example, lets say plates. ,,, so like, u always keep plates on the left side of a certain cabinet, right?? but if he’s putting dishes away and feeling particularly petulant that day, he’ll just put away the plates on the right side instead. man’s then proceeds to smirk and laugh at u every time u open the wrong side of the cabinent from then on with a “jeez, u rlly are a moron, huh? they’re on the right side, remember?” god he’s annoying
-genuinely enjoys going grocery shopping by himself. like idk he just thinks it’s his quiet, personal time, u kno?? and he enjoys doing super-intense meal prep for the week anyways so he’s gotta make sure he gets the right ingredients
-u just hear muffled screaming from time to time. like u’ll be in the kitchen eating breakfast totally calm, and he’s making the bed and all the sudden just a “jesus fucking christ, swear to fuck im gonna blow up this stupid fuckin’ fitted sheet!” (which honestly??? valid. fuck fitted sheets.)
-if he doesn’t want to hang out with the bakusquad but they’re forcing him he’ll text u something like “I love you.” and then ofc ur like “i love u too. but also, u never just say that to me normally?? is something wrong?” and then total radio silence from him for like 20 mins and u get super worried,, and then he just sends u a video of mina or denki being loud with a “Can you get sick or something? I want to come home.” ,, i- 🧍
- isnt going to want a pet,, but if u have, like, a dog already when u move in with him, then it’s going to become bakugou’s dog. if he’s going to have to have a dog than he’s gonna make sure it likes him more than u
-hates doing laundry. will volunteer to do dishes instead 11/10 times
-he doesn’t sing in the shower but 100% plays the drums on the walls or his own stomach fight me on this
-he hates the smell of nail polish/nail polish remover. so if ur painting ur nails he’ll just walk in the room and walk directly out,, quickest way to get alone time
-speaking of alone time- say bye. u’ll get none of it,,, it’s not that he’s constantly on top of u or like talking to u, he just always sorta ends up in whatever room u are. like a cat, pretty much. like he won’t say anything, but if u get up to do something, he gets up and chooses to move his lounging to somewhere nearby
-he likes to scare the shit out of u. just like, rlly juvenile stuff like hiding around corners just to jump out at u. will just stand there and laugh when u scream, and will never, never apologize
-he gets weirdly worked up about hair?? just hates it, thinks it’s disgusting if he sees a stray hair anywhere. even if its his own. like yes it’s gross ig, but he gets so 🤮 about it
-he does house chores unecessarily loudly. like, u watch him and it seems like he’s doing everything totally normally,, but jesus christ why is it so loud
-gets bitchy around christmas if u decorate without him. he will complain the eNTIRE time if he does have to decorate, but will throw an even bigger fit if u dare to do it without him
-he gets mad if people drive too fast in ur neighborhood/ past ur apartment complex. like, y’all have 0 (zero!) kids, but he’s still up at the window like “Slow the fuck down, asshole! Why the hell doesn’t anyone have any common fuckin’ sense around here? That’s dangerous, you piece of shit!”
-if u sing around the house a lot, it’s the only habit of urs he’ll have absolutely nothing to say about. like it doesn’t even matter if ur a good singer or not, he just likes when he can hear u in the house even if ur not in the same room. he finds it comforting
-bakugou hates having people over to ur place. he thinks of it like his calm-space/safe-haven and it rlly pisses him off when people are there
-on the rare days he doesn’t have to work at all and stays home, mans is a total baby. he just refuses to get up for anything other than bathroom or meals and even then goes straight back to bed. he takes basically a 24 hr nap and expects u to do the same with him he’s so dramatic pls
-will make snarky comments about reality tv shows with u. just the bitchiest shit possible bc he enjoys trash talking as an art form, and absolutely does not care who it’s about
-likes to watch u do skincare stuff. he won’t ask questions and will be borderline offended if u offer some to him, but he just likes to watch u do it. man’s thinks of it as like his personal asmr
-hates online shopping. (pls i have absolutely no explanation for this one i just know its true)
-he has a lot of pride in his house so it’s actually rlly well decorated. like, he would never consent to living somewhere busted, lmaooo, so if u dont kno how to decorate he’ll figure it out for the both of u
-u can always tell if he’s falling asleep bc he constantly does that weird full-body jerk. like the one where it feels like ur falling
#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou#bnha fic#katsuki bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#mha fic
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How would the mercs react to 'you are the father'? Which one would cry while holding their baby for the first time? WHERE ARE THEY!...oh, sorry. Wrong fandom on that last one...
mercenaries | holding their kid for the first time
Scout
"Me? A pa?"
He's frightened. He's excited, but he's frightened. He grew up with only a mother, how the fuck does he become a father? He silently curses whoever his father is for putting him in this kind of situation, but also thanks him for giving him the opportunity to not fuck up like he did. Scout springs back up again, a determined grin on his face as he holds his kid. This was his kid. A mini him. Scout as much as possible tries to block out any insecurity and tries to see the good side of things. Though every now and then, he'll need constant reassuring.
"Imma spoil him rotten. Ya think he'll like chicken for breakfast?" (son is literally a few minutes old without any teeth)
Soldier
He has such a gentle look on his face it'd be hard to tell if this man was Soldier or not without his helmet. For once, he fathers up and takes the news like a champ. He isn't scared, this is his kid. His little.. part of him. The information is still processing in his head, but you can tell he's struggling to get the right words out. He tries to give a decent reaction. This isn't the war, this isn't the battle back in Teufort, this is his fucking child. He already has a whole future planned out in his head for what he wants to do with his kid. He's ecstatic, and he's looking forward to all of this.
"You and me, son. I'll make you proud."
Pyro
It's a MINI PYRO! It's obvious they're struggling to keep their giddiness in, with shaky hands they cradle their kid, eyes sparkling with joy. They take a moment to admire all this. Their own kid, alive and healthy, pure and innocent. Pyro treated them like they were the most fragile thing on earth and momma hen instinct took over.
"Um, excuse me, we still need to run some tests." The doctor stood by the door, watching the firebug cradle their kid in the far corner of the room. Pyro just shook their head.
Demoman
Demo's in silent shock, a look of pure adoration in his face. This was his kid. *His* kid. There's a gentle smile on his face as he pokes the kid's cheek. Okay, this wasn't a dream. He's doting on his kid so much it's unbelievable. He nudges their cheek with the curve of his finger, tickling their nose, anything. He still can't believe this is happening. He doesn't have the heart to let go of the kid when the doctors come in to check on them.
"Just check 'im while I'm holding 'im. Och, is that so much of a problem?"
Heavy
He's mommy. Let him be. He's overjoyed to be holding his kid, he needs to be scolded sometimes to keep it down. It's surprising to see Heavy like this; the usually stoic man doting over his kid like there was no tomorrow. Can't stop with the nicknames, might have forgotten their real name because of it who knows
"медвежонок.. you are so small. You fit like egg in hand."
"Heavy, da fuck did you just say?"
Engineer
Engineer is speechless. What? Him? A father? Holy shit. He thought that maybe his experiences with being a total father figure to the team would help him out, but boy was he wrong. The moment he held his baby, he realized that taking care of a baby would be very very very different from taking care of eight grown men. He can't hit them with a wrench or send them into respawn. This was a FUCKING BABY. He's nervous when he holds his kid, but once his kid let out their first giggle or laugh, Engineer was laughing along for whatever reason, hell bent on making them laugh again. That was a very cute noise. Do it again.
"Hell.. I can't believe this. You're.. adorable. Got that from your father, didn'tcha? Heh. Just kidding. Or am I?"
He's a freakin dork
Sniper
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what? He was mentally preparing for this moment the past nine months, and all his training went crashing down the moment he held his kid. He was shaken up, this was his kid. Was this even okay? Was being an assassin and a father a good idea? Definitely not, but the way his kid grabbed his pinkie stole his heart, and he was determined to keep his little roo safe. This man is fucking territorial, not even his partner could hold the kid for the first few hours.
"Mundy, c'mon, give-"
"Piss off." He says, a dangerous edge to his voice as he pats his kid's back, trying to get them to burp. He would have been taken seriously if not for the adorable scene he was making.
Medic
The reality of him being a father doesn't hit him until later, when he's back in his own sleeping quarters. In the hospital, he's professional, checking on the kid to see if they're healthy. He gives the check-up, even does the delivery, if adopted, he did all the paperwork. He did everything he needed to do as a doctor. But as a father? It dawned on him in the middle of the night, when he heard his baby cry. Like an automated response, he got up, carried the baby until they calmed down. Then it hit him. When did he ever learn to do this? From nurturing baby baboons probably? It came to him so naturally it was surprising, pleasantly surprising.
"Mein gott.. this is veird. Babies are so fragile.."
Spy
Sadly, he misses his baby's delivery. He spent the entire night and morning on the roof, finishing his pack of cigars. He was stressed. Very. He had his car keys in one hand, contemplating whether or not he should just drive off and forget this ever happened. But he didn't. After a couple of years with Scout back in the base, he's learned his mistake, and he still regrets it to this day. He's been wishing for a chance to redeem himself, now he has it. He returns to the hospital room, apologizing for his delay. When he sees the baby, he's stricken with fear. What does he do? Without being given another second to decide, he's given the baby, and he's never felt genuine fear before, but staring at the baby really got him thinking hard. The baby's eyes, they were exactly like his. The baby's hair even even looked like his. All of this was so shocking to Spy. He couldn't help but stare at the baby- his baby- the whole time. The scene itself was adorable. Spy holding and staring at a baby with eyes full of adoration for 9823487 hours.
"This.. this is mine?"
"Yes, Spy, and can you not talk about the baby like he's a thing?"
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Under cut because this is annoying asfuck But i have to talk
Im surprised my mood didnt like tank tonight cuz the pattern is usually i wake up normal spend the whole day tired and then get really introspective and consider seeing a therapist about it then fall asleep and wake up normal again. It was like opposite today I was so soggy this morning remembering what happened at the gd airport last time i was there Like it was one of those times where literally everything that couldve went wrong went fucking wrong. Im gonna go on a tangent about it because it was fucking crazy to experience like, combined with this fcking agoraphobia or something that i have and the fact that it was my second time in an airport on my own Lemme just list off the downward fucking spiral of events.
So im sitting at the gate and the plane isn't on time. Okay. This happens sometimes. I've been pretty good about dealing with being on my own and navigating unfamiliar territory all day, this is my third flight of the day, and I'm ready to go home and forget it. The wait goes on for a while and I move to an area with an outlet so i can plug my phone and laptop in. I'm making the most of my time and chatting it up with my friends and getting things from the vending machine. Okay.
A woman from the desk comes over to me and asks about my flight, I can't remember what about, I think she was letting me know my flight's been delayed. Okay, that's fine.
After a bit she comes back again and she tells me it's been cancelled and my stomach drops. I put up a good front and ask her what my next step is. She gives me a different ticket for a flight to a city nearby, I figure I'd let my mom know that plans have changed and she'll be picking me up there instead. I feel good, there was a problem but I was able to stay strong and solve it.
It doesn't work out and my mom tells me she'll book me a hotel. I'm terrified. My body reacts on its own and I find myself crying into my mask. Snot and everything like it was gross. at the very least it didnt show through the mask. Another guy that had talked to me before comes over and tells me something, I forgot what, probably directs me where to head next, and im just defeated at this point I'm just like wiping my eyes on my sleeve and nodding and trying to make peace with the fact that a stranger is watching me cry over a missed flight
I eventually go to the restroom to collect myself (thankfully empty) and head to where I'm supposed to go next. At some point I end up taking a shuttle to the hotel my mom booked for me, and during the drive I keep having to recollect myself and prepare for whatever the fuck I'm going to say to whoever's at the front desk.
I get there, I'm trying to talk to the guy up front, and the only people in the room are me, the employee, and a man my age smelling heavily of Something, and loudly making bizarre conversation, demanding an ambulance, and talking about men who were chasing him. I have no idea what the fuck is about to happen right now. Already having the scariest night of my life, might as well get killed here. Somehow I'm able to talk to the employee at the same time, I tell him about my missed flight and my mom checking me in, and as it turns out, they couldn't let me into a room because of a policy about needing someone 21 or older at tge counter to be checking themselves or anyone in. I'm four months away from being 21. I'm at a complete fucking loss for what to do and i break down right in front of the guy. He's just fucking staring at me. I tell him not to worry about it and I'll talk to my mom about it, and then i just like, sat on a chair in the corner trying and failing to stop like hyperventilating while i text my mom that literally every fucking plan has fallen through and I'm sitting in the hotel lobby with this other dude still raving about people chasing him or something and I have no idea what the fuck to do now. I wasnt actually in any danger at any point but at the time having to watch whatever the fuck this was unfold in front of me was unnerving to say the least
And theres literally even more like im not done. She tells me she's calling their manager. I can't hear what she's saying, but I can hear the manager's end of the conversation, and i know both my mom and her boyfriend are just giving her hell. At this point I'm just like oh god can i just pass out right here. Can someone gravely injure me and take me to the emergency room. I dont care anymore. Like i literally did everything right at the goddamn airport I didnt even fuck anything up and the worst spiral of events just decided to descend upon me within the span of like an hour or two. I had 3 fuckin flights to go on and I did fucking great and I didnt even look publically autistic. This all just had to fuckin happen to me
Luckily i didnt actually have to go to another fucking hotel and subject another innocent employee to my soggy cardboard box animal state because my mom ended up getting someone from the airport to check me in, I got to my room safe and everything, but i still wasnt fucking done i had to figure out when the airport shuttle is scheduled the next day. My mom told me to call the front desk, I was still fucked up and not at all about to make a phone call (didnt even know how to phone them anyway) so I googled it and thank FUCK they have a shuttle going there every 30 minutes. Or whatever it was. I dont remember All i remember is being so relieved. Worst headache from crying in my life but I slept like a fucking baby. Looked and felt like shit the next morning but pulled the hood over my head and dealt with it. And then as like a fucked up gift from God or maybe Satan I got to fly in the copilot's seat. It looked like this and it fucking ruled
It was a small plane like 10 or so seats and i was just like staring wide eyed at all the little dials and like side eyeing whatever the pilot happened to be doing when he pulled levers or pressed buttons. Finally an autism win after so many fucking autism fails. And then my mom took me home and made chicken alfredo
All in all I didnt learn fucking anything at all. I literally did everything as right as i could and shit still blew up in my face and kicked my ribs in on the pavement and finished me off with a beautiful fucking curbstomp. Anyway i dont even know what i was originally talking about i got so into this tangent. I think i was gonna be like, my usual daily pattern was reversed in the sense that i woke up feeling down and too nitpickingly introspective in the morning and got way more normal in the evening.
Anyway it doesnt matter I hope you all liked the story of the most unnecessarily soggy day of my fucking life. The way everything just went so wrong for no reason is like. My god it was just a comedy of errors except no part of it was remotely funny at all. It really was a huge setback to my development as someone whos already afraid specifically of going to establishments and not knowing what to do or where to go and having to ask people for help. I don't really know how I'm gonna recover from it if it's all i think about when i have to go anywhere to do anything and then I start tearing up about it on instinct. I learned exactly 2 things from the experience and they were 1. I never want to fucking go outside again and 2. I want to get my pilot's license. I fucking loved that tiny ass plane
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Beach Day
Basically just what I think Måneskin would be like on a beach day🤗
Damiano
Ps: i dont know what the fuck you call those beds you sit on at the beach so i will call them sun beds.
He would most definitely wake you up early, going to a popular beach
He would be the type of person who would leave quite unprepared. Maybe a sunscreen bottle in his hands- if he remembers, that is
You would clearly have to be in charge of the beach bag
“Did you take sunscreen?” “Oh right lemme grab it.” “How about towels?! You shouted from downstairs. “ON IT!!”
Once you get there, brace yourself because I am 100% sure he would throw you in the water
Also because it’s literally still dark out- it’s coLD
“DAMIANOOO!” You shrieked, freezing water all around you. Hearing him giggle only fueled your anger as you tried swimming towards him, but he had already caught onto your antics and was now safely located on the beach bed.
Another thing: I’m pretty sure he would try and stay there all day
“Dami, it’s 3 pm, the sun is dangerous, let’s go home.” You pleaded for the hundred time, watching him build sand castles under the umbrella. “Are we pussies? No the fuck we’re not. We’re staying here until it chickens out.” “What it?” “The SUN!“You rolled your eyes and muttered a few prayers before laying back down on the sun bed.”
And when you’re in the water… beware
“Absolutely not.” You pushed Damiano’s hand away from your thighs, as you tried putting some distance between yourself and the seemingly horny singer. He only pouted and swam back near you, holding you in his arms. “What’s wrong, cara mia, afraid you won’t be able to be quiet? He hummed in your ear while caressing your ass. “Get off you horny bastard.”
In the evening, when you would finally manage to talk him into going home, you would have to but a million bottles of aloe vera to cure his burns.
Thomas
Oh If you could get him out of bed and on the beach at midnight you could consider it a success
Unless there is you (you know exACtly what I mean by that), food or games, he will simply not wake up
“Thomas, sweetheart, wake up” you whispered in his ear, caressing his cheek. “Be gone thot.” “Thomas.” “I was pretty clear before.” You grunted and started shaking him roughly, noticing his eyes were now open and a furious expression on his face. “You cruel, vicious woman.” “Ah, so you’re up.”
He would definitely ask you to take him to a more quiet beach, where he could slumber in peace
After getting in the water for approximately five minutes, he would return to the towels and sleep
An hour later, when he would get hot again, he would go for another dip.
“Stay longer, pleeasee!” You pleaded, holding his hands and looking up at him with puppy-eyes. “To quote Kevin Hart; nah man, I ain’t gon do it.” “PLEASEEEE!”He sighed and beat himself up for being so soft, before pulling you to him and jumping in your arms.
Beach days with Thomas would be incredibly relaxing
There would not be a single thing in the world you had to worry about, considering that he wouldn’t move at all
If he took his guitar with him, he would serenade you in between naps
You would both sit in a comfortable silence, your eyes on his fingers as he’d strum the chords delicately
Oh and food
Yes…
“Y/N! “Yes.” “Food. Now. A lot. Much. Bunch. Urgently.” Y/n scoffed, grabbing a bag of chips and throwing it in Thomas’ face.
Ethan
Now because my personality is very similar to Ethan’s
Im probably just projecting
But anyways
Early morning coffee, maybe a jog, this man is definitely up at a VERY early hour
A few cuddles and kisses, and you both end up in the kitchen, having breakfast and searching for a beach
It would obviously be a secluded one, where he could bring his thousands of chairs and tents.
“Ethan, why is there a 400€ bill on your card?” “I bought a few beach things.” Y/n stared at him, mouth agape, trying to figure out what the hell he bought. “WHAT?” “Well, there were these incredibly light foldable chairs and beds. They are top technology, made with…” He kept on rambling, his eyes lighting up at the subject.
He would obviously drive you there, putting some chill tunes on, holding your hand and kissing it at every stop.
Once you get there NDNSSNSN MY HEART
He would be THE softest, most puppy-eyed human being EVER
Ethan applied sunscreen all over y/n’s body, making sure she was protected., leaving a soft kiss on every inch of her body. Slowly picking her up bridal-style, he walked into the sea and submerged them both underwater. “Ethan! It’s cold!” Y/n shrieked, earning a chuckle from the drummer. “Spiacente, amore.” The rest of their day was spent cuddling, exploring the water and napping. It’s safe to say this was the most relaxed y/n has ever been.
Just… A SOFTIE
Vic
So you know how everyone before was kinda wholesome?
(This works cuz I have iwbys playing in the background)
She is very much not.
If she went out with friends, she would probably go to a more busy beach, but with you, she will take you to one that has just enough people that it isn’t empty, but also enough to be considered being out in public
And then the teasing would begin
“Hey, can you help me apply sunscreen?” “Anything for you, little puppy.” She answered you cheekily, a devilish expression on her face. “NOT THERE!”
So after the whole sunscreen ordeal would be over…
Time for the water
😈
“It’s really cold! “Well lemme warm you up puppy.” Y/n tried to protest, but she felt Vic’s warm hands on her body and all words died in her throat. Vic palmed her chest lightly, pressing softly as soon as she heard y/n gasp. “We’re in public!” “Then be a good girl and stay quiet for me, hmm?” Ugh this girl really made you a sinner. You nodded and got closer to her, feeling one of her hands moving to your thighs, squeezing the inner parts and letting a finger float upwards. You whimpered at the feeling earning a grunt from her. “We’re gonna have to train you to be more quiet when we get back home, won’t we puppy?”
And with that, your beach mood is gone.
Time to fu-
That’s it babes❤️ pretty chaotic but at this point it fits my aesthetic so I won’t bother.
Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug
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Suna being mistaken to be an Uber driver
Genre: crack!
Summary: You typed a wrong number (which is Suna’s) begging him to pick you up. He was annoyed thinking it was Atsumu pranking him at first. He decided to be your ‘uber driver’ because of your desperation. He enjoyed riling you up so he take advantage of you saying that you’ll pay him and his lunch not sexually 😳 but he kinda teased y/n and he insisted that it is a date then.
A/n: So this is my first time writing a fic so bear with me 🤧
You feel the blood in your body drained that your phone only have 4% left, forgetting to plug it in before you sleep last night.
You just ate lunch but due to the stress and excitement to an opportunity for a big shot job interview that you were waiting for in years you momentarily forgot about it while stress eating
now that you finally got the chance you don’t know if you’re going to make it there. You feel like you’re going to throw up with the anxiety you’re feeling now since you know you can’t have a second chance there.
You were already talking to an uber driver and you weren’t sure if they accepted
Panicking, you thought that you need to forget about your shyness and ask the person beside you to borrow their phone for a moment to talk to your driver.
But you typed the wrong digit at the last part as your phone automatically turned off and send a message begging to the person that you mistook to be your driver.
Suna was watching something on his TV finally having some rest from the exessive training the past few weeks. On these rare occasions he avoid getting drag by Atsumu to go to his brother’s resto.
But multiple notifications from an unknown number pops off spamming him. He checked just in case there’s an emergency only to be confused.
“Halo hehe I know it’s lunch time but please, my life depends on u, Please don’t cancel on me! I’ll pay extra!! And for ur lunch!”
“My phone died so I borrowed a phone from a stranger so please 🥺 don’t leave me hanging!”
“Where are you?😖😭”
I only have one chance for this interview and Im broke but I will LITERALLY GIVE ALL THE MONEY I HAVE LEFT IF U PICK ME UP 🤧”
He sighed having enough of Atsumu’s pranks so he ignored it. The messages stop for a moment
“Helo? :D”
“I’m sorry for bothering but you’re my only chance on this :(”
You waited for a reply but still none came. You teared up looking to the person you borrowed the phone from, but they just smiled and said that they are not in a rush, but still you see them looking on their wristwatch.
Suna being done messaged Atsumu to stop messing with him when he’s trying to take a break from hell
And Atsumu replied with “tf u talking about bro?”
“Stop spamming me with this Uber shit, I’m not gonna pick you up”
“The hell? I’m literally driving” and he send a video of him driving with Sakusa in the front sit with Bokuto and Hinata being chaotic at the back.
Suna did not replied and read the messages from the number
The owner of the phone politely asked for their phone back because they were about to leave. You asked for a moment tearing up so they let you be.
“Theyre rlly about to leave please reply if youre gonna cancel on me just so I could know if I’m just going to walk back home :’(”
“Sorry for spamming but I’m panicking right now, it’s wrong to just leave people hanging u know?😞”
Suna sighed not believing what he about to do picking up his car keys and heading out. he’s pissed but not heartless for seeing the desperation on your messages.
“Where are you?” Suna replied
You feel a sudden relief but still you heart is racing
“THANK GOD YOU REPLIED!!😭🤧”
“I’m here in (Address) :< ”
“Ok” Suna replied
“OK THANK YOU!🥺😩, Im gonna return the phone back so don’t reply”
“Btw I’m wearing a suit! And my name is y/n”
You returned the phone to the person saying thank you and sorry, you feel so lucky that this person beared with you. If they did not you’re probably going to spend a few months or so unemployed.
You’re lucky that Suna is near the place where you are but as for him? Not so lucky. He was contemplating on his way about why do he have to do this, regretting every second that he took pity. He could have been resting now.
You have no choice just to wait since your phone is dead, and only a few minutes of waiting an expensive looking car stops infront of you. You step back knowing that you’re blocking someones way in.
The window opened and the person inside called for your name, you were confused and you look around if someone heard, that maybe you only have the same name.
But he called again so you looked to see the person looking at you with an annoyed expression, so you pointed to yourself
Damn why do you have to look aggressive sir? You thought to yourself
“You’re y/n right?” You nodded then he said “get in”
You were shocked like who the hell is this man, are you getting kidnapped? And for many chances that this can happen, it needs to be this day? THE DAY OF YOUR MOST IMPORTANT JOB INTERVIEW
You were about to run before anything happens but he added “I’m the...uber driver” as he sighed looking more irritated, hand over at the back of his neck
You want to keep you mouth shut on the ride but it was your first time riding a car this expensive you can’t help to ask the attractive looking driver
He looks so big compared to your figure and he looks intimidating but you didn’t even hesitate to asked “Am I in a sort of kind of prank?” You were looking for cameras
Suna was dumbfounded with your question.
“You’re an uber driver driving around with this car?” Suna just looked at you but you weren’t looking astonised to the interior of the car
He shook his head. Then you speak again “oh wait...Am I gonna be charged more? Is this like a special service or something?!” You were saving up because you’re unemployed so you really need to be careful with your expenses so you panicked.
Suna looked at you then back to the road amused with your reaction “but then you said that you will literally give all your money if I pick you up”
You gulped “I did? I just said that I’ll pay extra and pay for your lunch” Suna looked at you raising an eyebrow
“Are you asking me out?”
You feel a heat creeping on your face. “No I am not. I just want to make up for my disturbance during your break”
“It’s ok, It’s a yes for me” he saw that you didn’t get what he mean so he cleared “I’ll go out with you”
Suna shamelessly look at you up and down you were shocked and immediately covered you body with your bag
Suna smirked feeling the urge to rile you up since you’re the one who put him into this situation
You were astounded that the driver really manage to say that to a passenger like is he not scared having a bad review for hitting on them? But you thought that maybe he really don’t mind. tots won’t decline a moment like this from this guy 👀
“Aren’t you gonna get fired for hitting on you passengers?”
“Why would I?”
“Uhm because it’s like inappropriate?” You said looking at him all scared you wanted to look normal but you can’t help it.
You beg yourself to look normal so you won’t provoke him becuase you are in a dangerous line here
you don’t even know if this person is really going to drop you off your destination.
Suna chuckled, not expecting how this day’s events will turn out like this, talking to this crazy passenger when he’s not even an Uber driver
After a moment, of you being a dumb bitch again, you asked “Is this like your side job? You know for extra income? Like what the hell do you need the extra income for? having this car and an iphone? And sure yeah you’re also wearing an apple watch” as you glanced to his wrist
“This is not a side job” Suna replied looking at the road with his elbow resting agaisnt the window with his head leaning on his knuckle while his other hand grips on the stirring wheel.
Suna was thinking about many ways to tease you without really crossing the line because he’s basically a stranger.
You saw him smirk which brings a flush in your cheeks affecting you in a way that you don’t want to feel
Remembering asking if this is a special service and he did not answer that. Having this expensive car for a pick up? A driver too hot that he can be a model if he chose to? Is this a new deal in uber? What the hell? You thought to yourself
adding things up your cheeks flushed red when Suna look at your side looking at you darkly with a serious smirk on his face
“So what special service do you want to try?”
“W-w..What?” Your face too red and your heart beating so fast feeling that you’re about to have a heart attack
“We’re still nowhere near you need to be, so decide now if you want to use the time you still have because this is a special offer you see”
You were confused stopping yourself to think about dirty thoughts but the red flush in your face won’t go away boosting Suna’s ego.
“Uhh.. no I’m fine thank you”
“You sure? That’s unfortunate because this might be your only chance”. You hear the playfull sound in his voice knowing that he is smirking you blushed once more but you have high spirits to defend yourself.
You need to clear your name. Embarrassed with the strange situation you thought you’re in to. So you muster all the courage you have left.
“I don’t go out paying guys, I can get a guy I want without bribe or something you know!”
“If that’s the case then why are you paying me?” He tried to stopped laughing just so he could look like he’s genuinely confused leaving a smirk in his face.
Now you think you’re right with your assumption 💀
“WOW! Excuse me sir! I will pay you because you’re my uber driver not because you’re some-“ you stopped not knowing what to say
“some?” Suna is waiting for you to continue raising you an eyebrow looking at you then back at the road
“some...” you shutdown.
“Some?”
“Stop asking me”
“I’m genuinely confused right now y/n” Suna said as you glared at him, thinking how smoothly he can say your name, when you’re here referring to him as ‘hot uber driver’
You decided to say it because you’re feeling that he will continue to bug you “somee...callboy”
Suna could not hold his laughter, so you freaked out not accepting that it might be your last word if you both died in an accident.
Caused of death? The driver laughed too hard when a passenger assumed he’s a callboy.
“Hey focus on the road!” You said hiding your face embarassed.
Suna is taking back his words a while ago that he regrets doing this, since he’s laughing his ass off at the moment.
“A callboy huh?” He smirked and laughed again
There’s something with his laughter that annoys you, but in a good way... but STILL it’s annoying because you know that this man is intentionally making fun of you 😡
“Stop!” Avoiding his gaze wanting to cry because of the embarrassment
“First you thought of me as your uber? And now I’m a callboy?” He is still laughing which annoys you more.
“What??...” You stared at him blankly and he stared back when he stopped over a stop light.
smirking at you while he slowly close the gap between you, a panic spreading all over you face.
“a-are-...you not my uber?” You asked, sweating profusely.
“I’m not”.
You started screaming wanting to go out of the car, you already open the door but the seatbelt stops you in your track
You did not pay for this! Sure he’s hot but what’s happening right now is not justifiable you’re too scared to be turned on with the events unravelling between you and this kidnapper
Suna laughed even more feeling little cramps in his stomach, he is definitely not a person who typically laughs like this but somehow you made him to be like this
“Hey! Hey! Wait! I’m just messing with you!” As he reach out to your elbows pulling you and asking you to close the door because the car behind you is getting restless.
“Dude wtf, I’ll make sure that you’ll get fired after this I swear to god!” You stated with an exasperated expression at him.
You were so scared and paranoid so you watch out where he’s bringing you.
“Ok so I’m really not your uber driver...” he watched you carefully and before you react he speaked “but you spammed a wrong number and begged me y/n so I took pity on you and decided to give you a good service” for a moment he looked genuine but his cocky smirk returned
“WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME AT THE FIRST PLACE?!” you look at him with disbelief
“Because I just want this to be over plus...you’re hopeless.” He looked at you but you glared which only satisfied him
“I’m supposed to be resting today but someone decided for me to be their uber driver” he scoff
You’re pissed off at him for riling you up but there’s no denying that you’re in his debt so you avoid his gaze glaring at the sight outside
You notice that you’re already near. You’re annoyed but still thankfull to him
“I’ll pay you...” as you look at him still glaring but you did not want to meet his eyes “and your lunch” you finally said.
You see him wearing that annoying smirk but it makes your heart falter that annoys you more.
“Asking me out again huh?”
“I’m not”
“Uhm..ok? Whatever makes you sleep at night kitten” he chuckled
You blushed to the nickname “KITTEN? AND WHERE THE HELL DID THAT CAME FROM?”
“We’re practically dating now right? That’s called endearment kitten”
“You’re mad! I don’t even know your name!”
“Suna Rintarō but you can also call me daddy” he smirk and bit his lower lip which made you fluster but he only did it to stop himself for laughing at your reaction.
You didn’t even realized that you were already infront of you dream company.
“Ok I’ll wait for you down here, and I’ll decide where to eat since you’re begging to go out with me” he said seriously
This guy is really getting into my nerves you thought as you try to massage your temples
“You’re gonna have to wait for a while I think” you manage to say because you’re really thankfull for this man’s help. If it wasn’t for him you couldn’t have made it here.
“I’ll wait for you kitten, goodluck on your interview”
Your heart skipped and there’s no denying that your face looks like a tomato
“Kiss you goodluck?” Suna asked teasing you
“No, Suna” you glared at him as you walk out the door and as soon as you turn you back at him you can’t help to smile. You feel mad and flustered at the same time.
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Hiya there!!!! Could i maybe please have some headcanons about the characters you write for being in love with a very domestic/ cottagecore/ disney-princess-loving sweet girl who works at a daycare (with babies) ?
Im sorry if that didnt make much sense im french but i love your writing!!! Have an amazing day!! 😊
Your patience is extraordinary. I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m additionally sorry that I couldn’t provide more characters for this. Between it beginning to feel repetitive and just having a mental block on it, which has been practically consuming my ability to write, I’m afraid I was only able to give you five characters, but hopefully the accidental mini stories they turned into makes up for that!
Under the cut you will find headcanons or miniature fics tbh for Din Djarin, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña and Poe Dameron
Din Djarin
Looking after Grogu is Din’s priority. So, when he sees his adoptive son clinging to your leg after he leaves him at the small daycare on Nevarro, utterly enraptured in your every movement as you finish putting away the colourful pencils the children had been playing with, well, he’s intrigued.
When Grogu is reluctant to leave the planet, putting on a fuss as he flies away, well, he’s fascinated.
Plenty of people got along with the little green baby, and it seemed people fell for his big bug eyes everywhere they went. But he hadn’t seen the child so enraptured before… It was almost the same kind of adoration he seemed to throw towards Din.
Weeks pass before he’s landing back in Nevarro, ready to take on another job, and he’s almost forgotten about you. But the way Grogu perks up at the familiar surroundings is an instant reminder.
He hadn’t even intended to leave the kid at the daycare this time, it was only meant to be a short trip after all, but who could say ‘no’ to those pleading eyes?
The day’s half over when he knocks on the door. Children of all species are spread about the room, and there’s an air of chaos to the scene, but as you meet his gaze through that vizor that keeps him shielded from the rest of the room, he finally understands the absolute sense of calm you exude.
He’s frozen.
Your smile cuts through him, it’s gentle and soft and reassuring and everything he didn’t know he’d been missing for so many years now.
He stutters, genuinely stutters when he hands Grogu over, asking if he can spend the rest of the day with the other children. And if you notice, well, you’re not about to mention it just yet.
He’s making more trips to Nevarro, even he refuses to acknowledge why. The kid needs to socialise more, jobs from Karga are smarter, it’s good to keep in contact with the Cara, to know what the rebellion is up to… Excuses seem to pile up upon one another. Of course it couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that every time he sees your smile directed at him, every time he watches the way you play with Grogu, the world seems a little lighter.
A dangerous mission is what changes things.
He knows it’ll bring good credits, and provide more safety for the kid in the long run, but bringing him along for the ride is too risky, and it’s exactly what the enemy would be expecting. So he asks if you’ll look after him, just for a few days.
Of course, you’re more than happy to take the little green menace, but it’s the way you tell him to be careful, the way he can almost see genuine worry in your gaze as you utter words of care that he’s so damn unused to that has him struck once more.
The sight of you there, looking at him with such a gentle look, with his kid in your arms, well, it distracts him more than he’d care to admit.
So when he comes back to Nevarro, to your house of all things, he’s a little worse for wear, and he’s certainly not expecting the way you usher him in, or the way you look after him. Suddenly, leaving Nevarro at all seems like the stupidest decision possible, when you’re there in your humble house that still screams home more than anything he can remember.
He stays for days, you’re insistent that he heal properly and take the time to rest before he goes rushing back into the universe. And it’s the most relaxed he’s ever felt.
Ezra
After his time in The Green, Ezra is certain of one thing, he’s had enough of that damn colour.
There’s only so long you can spend surrounded by shades of green before it starts to haunt you, and even the most poetic of people lose any sense of beauty they once found in it.
But then there was you.
You, who lived a life so far removed from what he had experienced, that the flowery poetics seemed to just flow from him once more.
His insecurities after losing his arm seemed to lessen in your presence, caught up in the whirlwind that was you.
Laughter and joy seemed to fill the days, and sometimes he’d even help you with your work simply to enjoy the bubble of joy you seemed to exude, to embrace every moment of happiness that he was lucky enough to experience.
Colours seemed brighter, and filled with a range he had only hoped to see, when you were around. And those poems he had loved so dearly were not just a distant dream, they were tangible and real.
Softness and beauty coloured his days once more, and his heart was full.
Even green seemed more beautiful now.
Frankie Morales
In all honesty? He’s terrified. You’re his daughter’s daycare worker and it doesn’t matter that you make him smile, make those damn butterflies fill his chest in a way he hasn’t felt since he was an awkward teenager. It doesn’t matter that your smile is so damn captivating that it has him smiling goofily to himself the whole damn drive to work after he drops his daughter off with you.
It doesn’t matter because it can’t. He won’t interfere with your work and he certainly won’t be that creep who asks you out when you look after his daughter, no, nope, absolutely not.
But then, a year later, and his daughter is off to preschool, and yeah, ok, he’s a bit of a wreck as he shops for school supplies, but suddenly you’re there. It hasn’t been long at all, and yet he can’t help but think how much he has missed that smile.
It’s so much harder to explain to his little girl that, despite the chance encounter, you won’t be a part of her life anymore, especially when she’s so darn excited to see you, and so he stumbles, he struggles and glances to you for help and, well, the help you give has him even more lost for words.
You suggest lunch, on the first weekend after she’s started school. Just Frankie, her and you, all meeting at a park where his daughter can tell you all about ‘big school’.
He’s silent so long that you worry you’ve overstepped, and just as you’re about to ramble off some excuse in a desperate attempt to backtrack, he offers you the most beaming smile you’ve ever seen.
Well, your not so little crush was doomed, and so was your heart. But after lunch that soon turned into a weekly affair, you soon came to realise, your heart was in very safe hands.
Javier Peña
I’m not going to lie, at first Javier is skeptical to say the least. He’s seen chaos and pain and suffering for so long, that seeing someone so damn gentle? Yeah, he’s wondering what your game is. But then it becomes something else, it becomes a fascination. You seem sincere in your softness, and he finds himself smiling back at you in an instant, before he can even question it.
So, skepticism turns to curiosity. Are you just naive to the horrors of the world? Are you really that sheltered that you believe what the fairytales told you the world would be? He has to know, even if he’s cursing himself the whole damn way.
He’s spending more time with you to figure you out, that’s what he tells himself. Of course, it’s obvious to everyone else the change that you bring. His shoulders are less tense, he’s not bitting people’s heads off at work, hell, he’s smiling more.
It’s different to what he’s used to. It’s softer, and slower, and he’s reluctant as hell, but things just seem to happen.
You’re at his place as often as your own. You’re sharing movies with him that he’s never even considered seeing before, you’re sharing your lives with one another, and there hasn’t been a single date so far.
You’re everything he’s fighting to protect, before he can even acknowledge his own feelings for you. But as oblivious as Javier can be to these things, you’re not. You know the stories, the tales of love that seemed to pass him by. You’re patient as he navigates his way through his feelings.
It’s a random moment in time, really. You’re on his couch, talking about the children you work with, it’s just another day. But it’s everything to him. It’s the moment he realises you’re his all, that being right there, in that moment, listening to you talk about children you clearly adore, children that aren’t even your own, it’s all he’s ever needed, and all he ever wants.
The progression from that odd friendship to something more is surprisingly smooth.
Of course, he’s bound to stumble along the way, it’s so far from what he’s used to that he’s terrified half the time of stuffing up to a point of no return. But it’s genuine, it’s real, and you can both simply be yourselves; even if he does tease you a little about the ‘childish’ decor that starts to fill the apartment when you finally move in.
Poe Dameron
It was an accident, the first time Poe quite literally ran into you. BB-8 assured him that it would be faster to get to his ship through the path he had never ventured before as he rushed to fly out for a sudden mission, and he was right. What the little droid had failed to mention, however, was that said path ran directly through the resistance’s schooling area.
It was a small group of rooms, with few children of resistance members actually living on base, but it was something so downright shocking that it had him stumbling in shock as he glanced about at the colourful finger paintings and bright array of plants that he didn’t even notice the way the group of preschoolers stared up at him in awe, or, for that matter, the fact that you were standing before him... until you weren’t. The force of his sprint landed you on the floor with nothing but a surprised “ooft!” coming from your lips, and an echoing round of shocked and anxious gasps from your students.
After an awkward round of apologising, and continuing to call out long after he had checked you were alright and helped you up, he was off, making his way once more, the sound of “sorry!” fading away as he drifted further down the corridors.
One chance meeting suddenly turned into more. It seemed wherever he turned, there you were. Grabbing a late meal at the same time, having your med-checks one after the other… it was as if fate itself had decided the two of you simply had to interact.
You filled his mind, someone so normal amongst the chaos of war. And while he may not have realised it, he began to seek you out.
Chatting with your kids about flying, bringing back interesting plants he saw on his adventures, there was always a reason to see you, after-all, Poe Dameron was the King of Excuses.
But you brought him a sense of hope and home, something he had missed for far too long, and he wasn’t about to give that up anytime soon.
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