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You didn't know?
Pairings: Alex Cabot x reader.
Summary: Y/n and Alex have been dating for a while, but no one in the squad knows about it. Right?
A/n: Another beautiful request but this time...Alex Cabot x reader. I gotta admit I have many of these, both for Casey and Alex, and let me tell you...it's comfort. So, if you have any more reader inserts, lemme know. Enjoy and leave your comments, reblog, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻
*not my gif*
If there was something about the SVU squad, was that they all had their backs, no matter what. Either they had some issues, they were attacked, they were at risk, whatever they needed, they were there for each other. But something that they didn’t find odd at all was that they really didn’t talk much about their personal lives. Of course, everyone knew Stabler’s kids and wife, they knew about Fin’s son, Much didn’t actually say much but Stabler knew he had a brother, and Olivia, they knew about her mother that had now passed away. Alexandra Cabot learned a thing about everyone every single day, from the day she joined, she learned to study them and get her own conclusions until proven wrong, that’s the way she got to know people. It was no surprise that Alex was a private person, people knew some things about her but nothing too personal, whatever she did after work, it was for her to know and for the rest to wonder. It was even uncommon to see her in normal clothes, always wearing some fancy brand suit with her perfect hair, so if she had a secret life outside work, no one would ever know.
That’s how, no one in the squad or even the DA’s office knew that Alexandra Cabot had a girlfriend. The Ice Queen had a girlfriend. It wasn’t like she wanted to keep it a secret, it was not, she was happy with her girlfriend, and she loved her. Hell, she was crazy about her, she’d do anything for her, she had fallen hard, and she was happier than ever. But she also knew that if she put it out there that she was dating someone, she would be at risk. They dealt with any type of people every day to the point where they didn’t know how dangerous they could be and what they could be capable of, so that’s why Alex decided to keep it between them. And her girlfriend, y/n, didn’t object. She knew the job, she was close to it since she worked as Melinda’s second in command, so basically, she knew the whole squad, she was seen at the precinct whenever Melinda was busy and asked her to go. So they knew her.
That’s how Alex and y/n met; Melinda was normally the one who took the results to the squad, sometimes directly to Alex whenever she requested a copy to prepare her questions, but they had been stuffed with work and Melinda had sent y/n to take a copy of some exams to Alex. Y/n knew who Alex Cabot was, of course she knew, she had seen her before, and she would’ve lied if she said she hadn’t felt butterflies in her stomach. She was beautiful, y/n was sure that wherever she went, everyone stopped and stared at her, how could they not? But this was the very first time that she was going directly to Alex, to say the least, she was very nervous, she knew she’d definitely make a fool out of herself.
Y/n knocked on her door and cleared her throat. “Ms. Cabot?”
Alex looked up and smiled. “Hi, can I help you?”
“Uh-“ Y/n showed her the folder and smiled a little. “Melinda asked me to bring you a copy of the results from the Turner case?”
“Oh! Yes. I thought she’d come. Come on in.” Alex smiled. “Close the door, please.” Y/n gulped as she closed the door, walking to Alex’s desk and handing her the papers. Alex looked up at her and grinned. “You can sit down, you know?”
Y/n chuckled. “Thanks.”
Alex squinted her eyes as she looked at her, raising her brow. “Can I offer you some water?”
“No, I’m good. Thank you.”
Alex nodded and started reading the results. “Seems like everything I need is here.” She looked back at y/n and smiled. “Thank you for bringing them to me.”
“Is there anything else you need me to bring?”
“Not for now. I think these results will be enough.” Alex smiled as she tilted her head. “You’ve been to the precinct, haven’t you?”
Y/n nodded, her heart skipping a beat. Alex has noticed her. “I have. I normally go whenever Melinda is busy, I’m…literally her second hand.” She chuckled.
“You must be good at your job then. I know Melinda can be a little strict.” Alex grinned.
Y/n chuckled softly. “She’s alright. She’s been like my mentor ever since I joined.”
Alex nodded. “Well, I won’t take more of your time. Thank you for bringing me these. I hope I get to see you again.” She grinned.
Y/n stared at her for a moment, feeling her legs trembling. “Would you…maybe…like to get a coffee some time? Maybe lunch?”
Alex tilted her head as she smiled. “I’d like that.” She grabbed a small card and wrote her personal phone number on the back. She looked up again and handed it to y/n. “Here. Call me when you’re off work and we can meet up somewhere.”
“I sure will.” Y/n smiled softly as she grabbed the card and looked at it for a moment and then back at Alex. “I’ll see you around then.” She stood up and walked to the door.
“See you around, y/n.” Alex smirked as she looked back down at her files.
Y/n stopped on her tracks and looked back at Alex. “You…you know my name.”
Alex looked back at y/n. “I might have asked Melinda about you.” She smiled.
And that’s where the relationship started. Y/n loved to remember how Alex used to play this flirtatious woman, almost hard to get. She would lie if she said she had never heard from people how Alex always rejected them when asked on dates, but y/n had acted out of impulse when asking and she got a yes, and Alex later confessed that she had been watching y/n from afar and she had been wanting to run into her to ask her out but never had the pleasure too. After a month or two of dating, Alex was deeply in love with y/n and the ‘hard to play’ persona was completely gone.
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“Melinda, I finished the paperwork from the Lopez case. Do you need anything else?” Y/n smiled softly as she stood beside Melinda.
“No, you’re free to go.” Melinda looked up at her and smiled. She raised her brow as she grinned. “Going somewhere in this fine Friday night?”
Y/n chuckled. “To my couch and my cozy blanket.”
“Oh, c’mon, y/l/n. You’re young, why don’t you go out and get yourself a date? I’m pretty sure you’d get anyone you want.” Melinda said as she went back to the computer.
Y/n smiled. “I don’t really want anyone. I’ve already got what I want.” She patted Melinda’s shoulder. “See you tomorrow.” She grabbed went to grab her stuff before she left.
The moment y/n started working with Melinda, she felt safe and comfortable, something she had been scared about because she first thought she would never be good enough for her job. But Melinda had received her with open arms and had taught her everything she knew so far, and y/n always told her she would forever be grateful. So whenever Melinda made comments like that, she wished so badly she could just tell her that she had everything she always wanted because she was dating Alex, but she knew that their relationship was private and for a good reason. They had been dating for the last 2 years, and the conversation about relationships had never actually showed up until this very moment, which made her realize that for all this time, no one had suspected anything. Maybe because they were not seen together often, or they were not in the same place ever.
Y/n closed the door behind her and placed her coat and bag on the rack beside the door. She made sure the door was locked and she walked to the big living room, finding Alex sitting on the couch with some files on her lap. She loved the times when she came back from work and she found Alex in the apartment already, it wasn’t common since Alex normally always worked until late at night in her office, or if she came back home, she was stuck in her office until early hours. Y/n smiled softly and leaned over the arm of the couch, kissing her cheek softly.
“I’m surprised you’re home.” Y/n whispered softly as she kissed the side of her head.
Alex giggled and threw her head back to look at y/n. “Thought I’d just finish my notes here.”
Y/n chuckled at the angle but leaned down to kiss her lips. “Good. So. Dinner? Do you fancy some chicken and pasta?”
“I’d like that.” Alex smiled. She then moved as y/n walked out of the living room. “Do you need some help?” She put all her files together and then followed y/n into the kitchen.
“You can just sit there and look all pretty as always.” Y/n tilted her head as she smiled.
Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re afraid I’m going to burn down our kitchen?” She went ahead and got some glasses out for wine.
Y/n chuckled and wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist, kissing her shoulder. “I want to spoil you. If you wanna help, you can go ahead and put the pasta to boil while I prepare the chicken.”
Alex turned on her arms to look at y/n and smiled. “Okay, that sounds like a plan.” She pecked her lips softly and then went ahead to get the pasta.
“So…” y/n cleared her throat as she got all the things she needed from the fridge. “Melinda asked me why I wasn’t partying in this fine Friday night.” She walked to the kitchen island and placed all the things there, looking at Alex.
“And what did you say?” Alex turned to look at her with a curious look.
“That my couch and my cozy blanket were waiting for me.” Y/n smirked.
Alex laughed. “Am I the blanket?”
Y/n shrugged. “You could be.” She winked at her.
Alex shook her head as she walked to y/n and kissed her forehead. “We can always tell them, you know?”
“I’m okay with how we are.” Y/n looked at Alex and smiled. “We know the job we do, I know the risks you have with your job. And it’s a relationship for us and no one else. So…” she shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
Alex nodded as she smiled. “Then we just stay as we are.” She leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “You know I love you, right?”
“Mmm…no? I don’t know what you talking about.”
Alex wrapped her arms around her neck as she grinned, pulling y/n for a slow and passionate kiss, y/n’s hands going up to her back to pull her impossibly closer. She tried deepening the kiss, but Alex pulled away, smiling against her lips.
“Say that again?” Alex whispered.
“I love you too.” Y/n smiled as she pulled Alex for another kiss.
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“Life without parole.” Alex said as she walked into the room with the squad sitting at their respective desks, everyone looking at Alex.
“We knew you got this, Cabot.” Fin said as he offered a smile.
“Wait, so they didn’t buy the whole crap of being mentally ill?” Elliot grinned.
“His DNA was literally all over her and almost in every part of her apartment. There was no way they’d believe that he was mentally ill when he was fully conscious of what he had done. I defied him and he told me every little thing he did, and he looked proud of it. That was our win.” Alex grinned.
“And we gotta thank or M.E.’s for that.” Olivia said just as Melinda and y/n walked in, looking at everyone with confused looks.
“What happened?” Melinda looked at Alex confused.
“Life without parole. We got the bastard., and Olivia is right. I have to thank you both.” Alex grinned softly as she looked at y/n.
“You’re very much welcome. It wasn’t much. We just needed to test around 15 people to find a match.” Y/n shrugged as she joked.
“Ms. y/l/n complaining here because she was the one who tested them all.”
“Hey, I spent like 2 hrs there, It’s only fair that Ms. Cabot here thanks me.” Y/n smirked as she looked at Alex.
“As I said, thank you for your welcome.” Alex winked at her, turning to check that no one had noticed.
“Well, well. We also worked here, so, what do y’all say we go for some drinks? Melinda? Y/n? Alex, you promised you’d join us next time so it’s only fair you come with us tonight.” Fin got up and grabbed his coat, looking at the squad.
“I second, Fin. We all have to go.” Munch stood up too and grabbed his coat, putting it on.
Olivia looked at the girls and raised her brow. “C’mon, girls. A drink won’t hurt.”
Y/n looked at Alex who was already looking at her and they gave each other a small nod as if to confirm that they were okay with it. It wasn’t their first time joining the squad for drinks, they’ve done it a bunch of times before, but they always preferred to just go home and have their own little celebration in the comfort of their apartment, but tonight, they thought it was no harm to join them, they knew it would be fun and they could always leave after an hour or so. They all walked to the nearest bar that was not that crowded, and the rounds of drinks started. It was maybe the fact that they were laughing hard that they didn’t notice how many drinks they had so far, or maybe it was just them not minding the number of drinks they’d take that night, it could be anything at this point, but Alex definitely wasn’t counting her drinks.
After 2 hrs, y/n had ordered some water and coffee for them, wanting to sober up a bit -not that she didn’t like tipsy Alex, she actually thought she was really cute, and two or three more drinks and she turned into hot Alex, which…was her personal favorite-. She went ahead and picked up their drinks, putting them in front of Alex who looked at her with a confused face at first.
“So you sober up a bit.”
“Ah, c’mon, y/l/n!” Elliot laughed. “You’re no fun. Let Cabot loosen up a bit. Not like we’re drunk.”
“Yeah, y/n. It’s the first time in so long that Alex actually says yes to coming with us for drinks and you wanna stop her.” Melinda raised her brows as she looked at her.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she looked at them. “I’m just looking out for you, you know?” She then looked at Olivia. “Liv? Back me up here?”
“Oh, c’mon, baby. Another drink or two are not gonna hurt me. I’ll drink the coffee after another drink, promise.”
“That’s what you always say, Lex, and then you whine about having another.” Y/n raised her brow at her as she grinned. But then her grin vanished as she looked around them.
At the same time, it seemed like Alex sobered up enough to realize what they had just said, doing the same as Y/n. “Uh. Maybe I should take my coffee now.” She grabbed the cup and took a sip of it.
Olivia raised her brows as she smirked. “Baby? Lex?”
“Is there something you guys wanna share with the group?” Melinda smirked.
Munch furrowed his brows as he looked at everyone. “Wait, you guys really didn’t know that they were dating? They’ve been dating for the last 2 years. I thought you guys were detectives.”
Everyone turned to look at Munch with surprised looks, Alex and y/n’s jaws dropped as they stared at Munch. They were so sure they had been careful enough to keep it private, but it seemed like they had failed.
“How did you know?” Y/n finally said after like 2 minutes of silence.
Munch huffed a chuckle. “If you guys wanted to keep it private, you should’ve avoided standing in front of the precinct and kissing.”
Alex laughed as she shook her head. “Guess it’s out now.” She looked at y/n and shrugged. “Told you sooner or later they’d find out.”
“I mean, Munch is not wrong. You are all detectives and couldn’t figure it out?” Y/n shook her head. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
“You gotta be kidding me! I was about to get you a date and you’ve been dating Alex for 2 years! Thought we were sisters.” Melinda snapped as she laughed.
“In my defense, it was never brought up. And yes, you’re like my big sister, so I apologize. But now that you guys know, yes. Alex is crazy for me.” Y/n wrapped her arm around Alex as she grinned.
Alex laughed as she shook her head. “Oh, says the one that was a bundle of nervousness whenever I was around.”
Y/n chuckled as she leaned in and kissed her lips, not caring about the squad anymore. No, they were not really trying to hide it, they simply decided the relationship was theirs and theirs only, so there was no need to display it to anyone else, but now that they all knew, they were more than happy to share it with them. Even though they knew the teasing would never end.
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white wolf: “the show must go on”
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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.
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warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.
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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”
Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.
“She's not my girl”.
“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”
“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.
It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.
“What?”
“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.
“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.
Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.
“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.
“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”
Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.
Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.
“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”
“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.
“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.
Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.
The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.
“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.
“Maybe?”
“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.
“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.
Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.
“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.
“You're a telepath now?”
“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.
“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.
“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.
You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.
“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.
“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.
“So… you can do it better, uh?”
“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.
“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”
Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.
“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.
“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.
“Liar”.
The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.
For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.
“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.
“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”
The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.
“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.
There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.
“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.
“And that's what we're doing”.
“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.
You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.
“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.
“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.
“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.
“I'd like that”.
“Leave?”
“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.
“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.
“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.
Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.
At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.
You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.
“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.
Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.
“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.
“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.
Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.
“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.
“Good night, doll”.
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Make it work
Summary: You knew the moment you saw the package at your door that Chris had some plans in store for you.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: 18+, RPF, naughty talks, use of toys, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut
A/N: Picture drabble time! It's kind of a followup/part of Morning Ritual. I can't get enough of this man and his ASP chats are not helping.
*First gif from the link
**Other gifs from the link
Title: Make it work
As soon as his face appeared on your screen, you knew he was in a different kind of mood today. Donning his printed shirt and the white undershirt which did little to conceal his chest tattoos, Chris was all smiles and had greeted you with an excited "Hey!" with the conversation quickly turning into the most fun and energetic one you have had ever since being separated due to the pandemic.
Like everyday for the past weeks, you were on your customary video call with Chris. Only that it was a Sunday and instead of an early morning call, it was in the afternoon. You would have generally slept in through the morning, but the package delivery earlier that day had kept you awake ever since.
It was from Chris and when you had texted him to ask about it, he had written back in all caps, "Do not open it."
Your conversation was flowing smoothly when you asked him about Dodger and while he started recalling an incident that happened over the week with the pup chasing behind a squirrel in the park, you eyed the brown package sitting on your table. You waited for Chris to finish his story before you said, "You know I love Dodger and I love listening about him." You slid the box in front of you and pointed towards it, "But I have to interrupt. I am dying to know what is inside this box."
"What do you think it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer to take a sip.
You tried not to squirm when he chugged his beer while maintaining eye contact with you. You were in that phase of your cycle where your man could melt your panties even with a side glance. For a long second you couldn't look anywhere but his lips, wishing desperately that they were on yours right now.
Shaking your head and clenching your thighs shut, you looked back to the box and began tearing it open.
"At least give me a hint of what I should expect." You mumbled while trying to take the tape off the sides. You looked up at your teasing boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying your dilemma of not knowing what you had in store.
"All I can say is..." He stopped when you let out a loud gasp.
Your mouth fell open looking at the package in front of you. Inside the outer cardboard box there was black box with a pink vibrator printed on it. It was the kind that could be controlled by an app and a remote. Seeing that the plastic covering was torn, you were sure that Chris had already configured the settings with his phone.
"Chris," You began, feeling your cheeks heat up by every passing second.
"Before you feel cornered," he raised his hand to stop you from saying anything. "We don't have to try that. Anything that makes you uncomfortable is off the list."
You looked up at the screen and Chris waited patiently for your reaction. He had a smile on his face, watching you intently as you took the box out and turned it around in your hand.
You felt your face flush with warmth and your heart flutter at his words. You smiled at him, unboxing the device and taking out the curved toy in your hand. Reading over the instructions, it was supposed to be a g-spot stimulator; reading that was enough to make you wet between your thighs.
"How did you come up with this brilliant idea?" You asked, placing the box and the silicone toy on the table.
Chris laughed while running his hand over the side of his head, a nervous tick that he did when left flustered. "I was only looking over at a website for myself and then Scott walked in the room-"
"Wait-what?!" Hearing that his brother might know what kind of sexual shenanigans Chris was upto, you felt a renewed wave of blush travel up to your cheeks. Your ears heated up at the possible scenarios of them discussing which device will provide you 'maximum pleasure'.
"You know Scott is not bothered by such things right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulder. "Infact, that one was selected by him."
"Chris!" You covered your mouth with your hand, groaning but also laughing.
"He also wants feedback of how it felt, so he can recommend it to his friends." Chris clearly was having too much fun with your embarrassment as he laughed while he spoke.
"I'm not going to do that!" You protested even though you were enjoying this yourself. Very rarely Chris was in a jovial mood these days, hating the distance between you two and being holed up in his house. He also had a lot of projects lined up for which he was constantly stressed and to add up to his thoughts, he was worried about his family and your safety.
So you went with the flow of the conversation, watching him laugh and explain to you how the device works. He showed the screen of his phone which had the app open and to demonstrate he turned the vibration on. The pink toy began vibrating on the table, rattling along the surface as Chris alternated between low and high vibrations.
"Oh god." You giggled and reached towards it to make it stop. But Chris immediately turned up the strength of the vibrations and it bounced on the surface, making you shriek in response.
Chris laughed loudly. He had his pearly whites on display, squinting as he laughed with the prominent laugh lines on the edges of his eyes. He looked adorable to you and the sound of his deep laugh made your heart strings strum with it.
"You are being so naughty today!" You chuckled when your regained your composure, and quickly turned the device off.
"Yes, yes, I am." He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I miss you so much." He titled his head to the side, a wistful look on his face. "When will I get to hold you again?"
The change in the tone of his voice ached your heart. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and finding yourself at the loss of words.
"Soon. We are still making it work though." You tried to be optimistic. You worried that one day the distance would be too much and Chris will move on to someone present physically near him. You had stayed awake many times in the night, laying in bed alone, wishing that you had never left the country for work.
"Do you worry about us?" Chris had his cheek rested on his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you through the screen.
You pushed your chair closer to the table, resting your elbows on the wooden surface. Chris imitated your movements, clasping his hands together in front of him. You instantly noticed the watch you had gifted him, the unmistakable golden body of the watch shining in the sunlight through the window. Smiling softly at your man and hating the solemn look on his face, you reassured him.
"I do worry about us, but I know we'll be okay. It's not going to affect how I feel about you, how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."
Chris sighed, finally his lips breaking out into a smile. "I love you too. I want nothing but to be with you."
You nodded at him, trying to blink the tears away. You did not want to waste a day crying over a situation that was out of your control. So you came up with a plan.
"Babe, are you alone?" You asked, picking up the bright pink toy in your hand.
Chris's eyes twinkled when he looked at your hand and how you twirled the device between your fingers. He slowly nodded, raising his eyebrow as you stood up.
"Be right back." You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Washing the silicone toy before use, you striped yourself off of all your clothes and stood in your naked glory. You switched on the device and carefully inserted the toy between your silken petals, marveled at how easily it slipped inside you since you were already drenched. You blushed that Chris could have this effect on you even from many miles away.
On your way back to the computer, you took a glass of water as your throat went dry anticipating the things that would occur.
"Chri-" You wanted to sound sultry but with a jolt of vibration that hit your sweet spot with ferocity, you yelped out. Your hands jerked forward and the water spilled on the carpet and you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend laughing on the screen.
"Oh shit!" He had his eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood with the empty glass in your hand. "I didn't know you would get water too. Sorry, sorry." He clasped his hand over his mouth, waiting for your reaction.
He might have expected you to get mad at him. But you weren't even the least bit angry. If anything, that single shock of delicious stimulation had your entire body ready for some loving. So instead, you placed the glass on the table and sat down on your chair. Bringing your arms to rest underneath your breasts, watching as Chris's eyes travelled to your hardened nubs, you smirked to yourself.
"You have to make it up to me now." You twirled a stray strand of hair around your finger and noted how Chris's stare turned into a lustful gaze. "Come on now. Strip."
"Yes ma'am." He said before peeling his shirt off his body.
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❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜
❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤
❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.
❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.
❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.
❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.
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Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.
Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.
The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).
Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.
“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.
“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.
“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.
In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.
“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.
“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.
Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.
“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.
The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.
“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.
“The pleasure is ours, detective”.
“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.
“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.
“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.
“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”
The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.
“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.
His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.
As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.
And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.
“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.
“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.
“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.
“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.
“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.
“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.
“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.
“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.
Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.
“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.
The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.
“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.
“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.
Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.
“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.
“Hm…”
“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.
“Anything else you wanna add?”
“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.
“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.
His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.
As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.
“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.
“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”
“Hell, no, sergeant”.
“Get in the car. Now”.
You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.
The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.
The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.
As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.
“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.
“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.
His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.
And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.
Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.
“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.
The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.
“I would miss working with you”.
“Huh?”
“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.
“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.
Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.
“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, just… maybe”.
“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.
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Code Zero (Steve Rogers x reader)
Note: This gif does not belong to me! Credit to the rightful owner :)
A/N: This was also requested for my marvel imagine book on wattpad. Its more OC centred compared to some of my other ones as they wanted the OC well established :)
warnings: badly written fight scenes
words: 1707
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Steve Rogers x Reader
Kelsey Leanne Fischer was never one to back down from a challenge, which is why she was currently arguing with her Squad Leader Andrews, about which location should be scooped out first for her extraction mission. Kelsey worked for SHIELD as a field agent and was always amid the fighting. Andrews thought they should scope out another possible location based off some obtained information, but she knew that the enemy wouldn't hide their information there, especially since it was their previous sanctuary.
When Andrews sighed in defeat and shook his head in defeat, Kelsey could help but smile in victory. He sent her off with a 15-minute preparation time until the mission launch. She turned on her heel and ran down the halls grinning wickedly. She reached the locker room and unlocked her locker via fingerprint. Kelsey threw on her navy catsuit and her black steel-toed combat boots. Stuffing a couple of guns into her holsters and belt, knives onto her thigh holster and her favourite weapon of choice; electric batons. Finally, she was ready to leave for her mission.
Kelsey rushed out of the door to the locker room and was surprised when she walked into a person. She fumbled back but a strong arm grabbed her shoulders and steadied her. She looked up only to lose her breath. Her brown eyes met a pair of stunning blue ones. She followed the eyes to see a nicely tanned chiselled face, strong wide shoulders that were attached to toned arms and abs of steel. Then she finally realized who she bumped into, Steve Rogers, aka THE Captain America.
She held her breath and brushed a hand down her suit before apologizing, "I am so sorry, Mr. Rogers."
Steve Rogers just let out a chuckle and offered a hand, "It's no problem, ma'am. But please call me Steve." Kelsey firmly grasped his hand and offered a smile. Noticing his tight grip, she gripped his hard, all the while raising an eyebrow. With a final squeeze, he let go of her hand.
"Where are you going?" He asked her curiously, finally taking notice of the catsuit and weapons. Kelsey felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her. Crap, she thought. Andrews is going to have my head. "I'm off to Quseir ‘Amra, Jordan for an extraction mission." Steve looked thoughtful for a minute, but she had no time to think much of it.
"It was nice to meet you, Steve! I'll see you around!" Kelsey shouts as she sprinted down the hallway. She found Andrews tapping his foot insistently on the floor. Well, someone's impatient, Kelsey thought.
"Hurry up, Agent. We have to get on the Quinjet and get out of here." He barked before shoving a tablet in her arms. She followed him onto the jet and took a seat across from him. Looking over the case files that she had seen a million times before.
"Quseir ‘Amra is desert fortress. There's a history of international threats hiding out in this fortress and using it as their compound." Andrews informed Kelsey and her squad. They all nodded and went back to doing their part in preparing for the mission. After an hour, their pilot shouted that they would be above their location in five minutes.
"Sir, there appear to be heat signatures in the building." The pilot said after using his infrared lens to scout the building.
Andrews nodded and moved up to the pilot’s seat, "How many?"
"There are many surrounding the entrances and all windows." Andrews gave a curt nod and turned around to face us. "Listen up! Grab all your weapons and we'll send you in, one -by - one," he pointed at Kelsey, "You're up first. Go through the east door, knock out any guards discretely." She nodded and pulled her batons out of her holder. The pilot opened the hatch to the jet and awaited the go signal. When it was given, she ran through the sand, not caring since her footsteps would disappear with the desert winds.
Finally, Kelsey reached the east side of the base. She peered out from behind the wall and noticed three huge guards stationed by the entrance. All three were equipped with various weapons but that wouldn't be a problem for Kelsey. She was quick to take them out, disarming and knocking them out. She lifted a finger to her ear and pressed on the comms unit, "East doors are secure." She quickly opened the door and stepped in with her batons raised. She was met with several guards, but she had the element of surprise on her side. Kelsey quickly punched the nearest guard, which sent him knocking into the next. Kelsey then attacked the next two with her batons, whacking them in the side then hitting them in the temple to knock them out. Now left with three more, she turned the voltage on her batons and threw it at one guard who was stupid enough to catch it. He convulsed violently and his hair stood up from the shock. He dropped the baton and collapsed to the group. The next two approached her more carefully and hesitantly. Kelsey rolled her eyes and made the first move. She went after the first guy, aiming one baton at his head and when he went to block, she punched him in the abdomen. He dropped on to one knee, grasping the area. Kelsey hit the other side of his abdomen and he dropped onto both knees. With a knee to the head, he was out clean. The last guy had learned from the others, so he made the first move. He would try to tackle her. In the spur of the moment, Kelsey brought her knee up once again but this time to his family jewels. He dropped like a rock and grabbed the area, moaning in pain. After securing that the area was clear, she reported back to Andrews, "east sector clear."
Kelsey followed Andrews instructions and found herself in some sort of large hall. There were filing drawers along the walls, filling the perimeter of the room. She approached one drawer and pulled it open. Inside was information about some SHIELD agents. Kelsey felt herself freeze. "Andrews we've got a problem." She quickly looked through the rest of the drawers and came upon her file. How the hell did they get this? It had information that she hadn't told SHIELD on it! She quickly grabbed the file and turned around but was met with the barrel of a gun. "Where do you think you're going, pretty lady?"
The man was wearing all black except for the red octopus on his right upper arm. HYDRA. He grabbed her harshly and dragged her to the center of the hall and forced her to her knees. The hall was soon crowded with HYDRA agents who piled in, all of whom looked at Kelsey in distaste. The rest of her team was soon brought in, all looking awful and grim. They looked to Kelsey for help and she gave them a discrete nod. The whole thing had been a setup, somehow, they were coming before they did. Andrews must be HYDRA. Kelsey thought. They were on their own now.
Kelsey was a quick thinker and raised a hand to her ear discretely like she was pushing her bangs out of her face. She quickly whispered just loud enough for the comms to hear, "it's a code zero. A HYDRA soldier influx. Reinforcements needed immediately." The message would be sent to a SHIELD team lead who hopefully wasn’t HYDRA.
The next thing that happened took them by surprise. The windows in the area all exploded and glass rained down on them. The locked doors blew open and gunshots fired in the hall. HYDRA soldiers turned their weapons on their enemy and fought for their cause. Meanwhile, Kelsey was grabbed ruffly by the arm by the guy who caught her. He pulled her up and used her as cover to those who threatened to shoot him. The barrel of the gun in his hand was pressed against her neck very uncomfortably. He started walking to the exit while she tried to squirm out of his deadly grip.
"Where do you think you're going?" Said the one and only Captain America. He had mysteriously appeared in front of them, blocking the only open exit. The HYDRA agent pushed the barrel farther into her neck, "Move or I'll shoot her!" Kelsey winced and tried moving her neck away, but he continued pushing it into her.
"Hey, hey. Let the woman go and we can settle this like men." The Captain tried to reason.
The man ignored him and spat, "you, a man?" his accent started to come out, "God's righteous man. You're a sorry excuse for a soldier." The man's eye twitched and moved the gun to shoot the Captain. The split-second decision resulted in Kelsey slamming her into her captor's foot and elbowing him sharply in the lung. He let go of her and she turned around and slammed her fist in his face. With a, cry he fell to the ground where Kelsey proceeded in kicking him in the groin. "Learn to respect your elders." She spat.
Steve Rogers looked up at her in surprise. Kelsey shrugged innocently and pulled her baton out of her belt. "You going to help fight or not?" He in turn, raised a blonde eyebrow but followed her, nonetheless. They fought together side-by-side, taking out the enemy like they were annoying mosquitoes. Soon enough the agents had been reprimanded and were being taken of care by the new SHIELD agents who would arrest them. Steve grabbed Kelsey's arm and pulled her out of the building and into an awaiting Quinjet. On the way, they passed Andrews, who gave Kelsey a dirty look. She just flipped him the bird and settled into the jet comfortably. Steve sat beside her, and they just talked about everything and nothing, in particular, getting to know each other. When the jet was about to land in SHIELD headquarters, Steve turned to the beautiful brunette beside him.
"Say, would you like to go on a date after this?"
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Soulmate Event - Frank Castle
Title: Nice To Meet You
Character: Frank Castle (The Punsher)
Number of votes: 12
Trope: Soulmates who can feel each other's pain
*gif not mine*
Enjoy!
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You never felt any pain that you couldn't solely attribute to something that happened to you. No phantom aches, no mysterious bruises. Instead you owned all your own aches and pains. It was heartbreaking to think you didn't have anyone in your life that was meant for you that way, but you promised yourself that you would move past it. You had to.
And then one day while you're reading over proposals at work, you get a blinding shot of pain through your head. Maybe you screamed or maybe someone heard you collapse, but you woke up a few hours later in the hospital.
"What... what happened?" You looked around the room until you saw a nurse who was checking your chart. "What happened?"
"Soulmate pain," she said with a shrug as of you should have known. She came over to check your pulse, frowning when she saw how elevated your heart rate was. "I'm sure your soulmate is okay."
"No, you don't understand," you said with a shake of your head, wincing as it shot up some sympathy pains. "I don't have a soulmate."
"You do. All of our scans showed that it was from a soulmate connection." She saw that her words were making you panic and she stepped back, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'm going to go get the doctor."
The doctor explained the same thing; you did have a soulmate and you did suffer soulmate pain. The doctor explained that the pain seemed to be a serious injury but your continued pain meant they were still alive.
"So why didn't I feel the pain before? Why all of a sudden?"
"These things aren't scientific fact," your doctor said kindly. "I have seen that in cases where the other person had a soulmate pass away."
You looked it up once you were released, looking over every bit of information that you could find. It was an automatic transfer, once the first soulmate died. Was their death and your soulmate's pain at the same time?
You had a friend that was a detective and it didn't take much begging to get him to check the local reports for anything that matched the date and time of your accident. And one thing came up. One incident at the same time with the same injury.
You pulled up the information and felt your breath catch. He lost his wife and his kids. Unable to bear any more, you closed the tab and put your tablet on the bed next to you.
Maybe you would be better off without a soulmate.
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"Come on lady, just give me your purse," the thug said, hand in his pocket and pointing something vaguely gun shaped at you. You rolled your eyes, feigning more confidence and bravery than you really had.
"Or I could give you a recommendation for a position? My company is hiring warehouse workers. Would you be interested in earning straight?"
"Bitch--" but the thud didn't get to finish his threat. Something clipped him in the back of the head and he crumpled on the dirty alley floor. A man stood in the shadows, a baseball bat over his shoulder.
"You know he actually did have a gun on him, right?"
"Well I'm glad I didn't know about that before," you said as you leaned against the wall, wincing as your body started to shake. "Wouldn't have been able to keep my cool."
"Were you really offering him a job?"
"It's a tough economy," you defended, raising a hand up to press against your chest. "Who am I to judge?"
"Are you having--"
"A panic attack? Yes, I was just apparently held at gunpoint; I think I deserve to break down now."
As you slumped against the wall, you felt tears start to leak out of the corner of your eyes. The man groaned and stepped forward, dropping the bat as he carefully pulled you into a hug. He rubbed your back in a soothing manner as you rubbed your face against his... bullet proof vest?
You pulled back and looked up, catching a glimpse of the face of your savior for the first time. The gasp you let out made him wince.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he said as he pulled away, holding his hands up to show you he wasn't armed. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.
How was this possible? You knew that Frank Castle had become the Punisher, but you thought he had died. Oh of course there were rumors that he was still alive but you had chalked those up to simple myths. And maybe some wishful thinking on your part. You felt aches and pains in the time since he was gone but you convinced yourself that it was just phantom aches.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he repeated and you gave a stiff nod.
"I know," you said quietly. If he did, he would have hell to pay for it. "Uh, I suppose I owe you a thank you."
"No thanks necessary." He looked over his shoulder and then moved away to bend down and pick up the bat. He held it out to you, handle first, but you shook your head and he put it on his shoulder again. "If you wanna thank me, you can pretend you didn't see me."
He would be a wanted man for his past crimes, plus whatever else he's gotten up to since he faked his death.
"I can do that." He nodded and started to pull away and you couldn't help but reach out to grab his wrist. This was the first and possibly only time you'd get to see him. You didn't want it to end yet. "I'm sorry for what happened. To you and your family."
He ducked his head and sighed, peeking up at you from under the brim of a baseball cap. The bushy beard helped hide his identity a little, but it also made him look a little homeless. You had to wonder if maybe he was homeless.
"Thanks ma'am. I uh, I appreciate that."
And then he pulled free from your grasp and stepped out onto the deserted street. By time you got up the nerve to step out and look, checking to make sure your would be mugger was still breathing, he was gone.
You sighed and pulled out your phone. The thug could go to jail. You'd have to come up with an excuse as to what happened. Damn. Maybe you should have accepted that bat.
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It was dark and cold and you felt like you'd somehow been beaten within an inch of your life even though you were in your bedroom. You slipped to the foot of your bed, wincing at the pain that rippled through you, and tried to force yourself to stand.
"Frank," you groaned as you tried to push through the pain. He was bad off. You moved over to your dresser and braced your palms on the top. "Jesus what happened?"
You got dressed as fast as you could, which wasn't too fast, and moved to your living room. You had ignored the option to find him through the connection all this time but the idea wouldn't leave you now. You needed to check on him. So you grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet, and headed onto the street.
You walked until the pain ebbed. You turned down streets only to have to double back when the pain would spike. Slowly you started to feel clear headed and you looked around, not surprised to see yourself at a halfway house. You slipped through the heavy double doors and moved from door to door until you felt something almost warm coming through the wood.
Don't startle the most likely armed and very dangerous man, you thought as you gently knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence before you knocked again, followed by a hoarse voice.
"Go away," he yelled. You shook your head and tried the knob, surprised when it opened without trouble. He must have forgotten to lock it. "What the fu... you?"
You shut the door behind you and locked it, heading over to his side.
"My turn to help you I guess," you said as you moved over to his little bathroom area. There were bloody towels everywhere but you were able to find a clean one and got it wet. When you moved over to his side again, he was frowning up at you through two swollen, black eyes.
"How in the hell did you find me lady?"
You hesitated just a brief moment before you reached out and touched his arm.
"The pain goes away the closer I got." You knew from the look on his face that some of his pain was disappearing too. "My very own soulmate GPS."
"The doctors said I had another soulmate," he said as you leaned down to wipe at the blood dripping from his lips. "They said they could see it in my scans, the connection. I didn't want to believe them. Didn't want another soulmate I could lose."
"I knew who you were when you saved me that night."
He cocked his head to the side and looked you over before he laughed, leaning back a bit while you continued to clean him up.
"You weren't scared of me; you were shocked that I was there."
"That's one way to look at it." You finished wiping up his face and then sighed as you sat back, waiting until he met your eyes before you gave him a soft smile. "I didn't want anything either. I know what happened and that's... that's not something you bounce back from. I just don't want you to think your alone out there."
You shrugged a shoulder as he continued to stare at you. After a moment he slowly stood up to face you, holding a hand out between the two of you. You took it gently, feeling a spark the moment your skin met his.
"Frank Castle," he said with a smile, "nice to meet you ma'am."
"Y/N," you said with your own smile, enjoying the way he simply held your hand between the two of you. "My pleasure."
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Redamancy [PILOT]
Author: b0blegum
Pairing: CEO Yoo Kihyun x Reader
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Drama
Status: On Going
Part: Pilot | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | ...
Words: 2.6k+
Summary
He was so broken and afraid of Love. Never thought he would return one’s love in full anymore.
a/n gif credit to owner
An almost thirty minutes of taxi drive led you finally to a dazzling high glass building marked with its founder’s name in capital letters, making sure every one who walked or drove pass this building knows his name.
Paying the taxi bill that cost you almost the same as your lunch’s, you smiled at the driver before slamming the door closed and adjusting your dress.
There was a party today, celebrating the anniversary of the holding company you’re currently working at and it occupied two levels from the whole building. One only for the Board of Directors, the investors and other bunch of people that matter the most to the company and one for… well, everyone else.
At first, you refused to come because you didn’t feel like you were invited to the party. You were new, today was actually the third day you stepped your feet on the very marbled floor of the building, so you didn’t feel like you really had to go to the party, besides, you still don’t have much friends to begin with.
Elena the korean-american girl and Hoseok the gym rat were the exception, though. They were the only friends you have here— at least, for now.
Elena, the one who referred herself as the female Casanova of this company, worked as the head of supply department and you met her accidentally in the elevator, when you were confused on which floor you should actually went to. She was nice. Really. She helped you with almost everything on your first day. She told you what was where and all the basic things you need to know about the company.
Hoseok, the one who always have his protein and other supplements with him were Elena’s best friend. He was also from the same department with Elena and of course you knew him because Elena introduced you to him at lunch. He was a fun guy, extra friendly and overall a good friend, but most of people who know him, would be intimidated and wouldn’t want to approached him at first due to how he looked from the outside; all muscles and sometimes his eyes shot an intimidating gaze, but they were wrong. Once you knew him, he was really a soft bunny inside.
You got into the elevator with other employees who— you’re sure of this– would be attending the party. One of them touched the screen, choosing the desired floor; 22nd, A level below the one for the important people. Another one tried, jokingly, touched the level 23rd, but the light around the number wouldn’t lit.
“As expected. Card.” One rolled his pair of eyes, you could see from the reflection of the glass door that was slowly closing.
It took only a few minutes after the door slid opened again and everyone including you gushed out, showing the ID card to one of the securities before they let you in with a single nod.
Your eyes tried to look for your best friends, El and Hoseok with a glass of champagne already fixed on your hand. There was DJ, whole bunch of high quality foods, expensive wines and champagnes and other things you would’ve not seen if you didn’t join this company. Everyone was dressed nicely, just like you were. Some even had Rolex circling their wrist and they must be the important people of this floor.
“Hey! Finally found you!” An annoying shout deafened your ear. It was Elena, with Hoseok standing behind her, eyes wondered around, probably hunting for some hot girls.
“Oh, God.” You rubbed your ear. “I was looking for you two, glad you found me.”
“The party sucks.” Elena threw her hand over your shoulder and gave Hoseok her champagne. The boy gulped it down in a second and left the empty glass on the table beside before the three of you marched to the dessert station.
“Anyway, what’s up with your dress? You look like… an old woman.” Elena commented after he fed himself a fruit fondue.
“El, come on. She is not you. I knew she wouldn’t came here dressed up like the slut you are.” Hoseok joked, inviting a playful punch from Elena on his firm arm.
“Oh, Hoseok. You know why i chose this dress. I had an eye for Gun, the bartender at the bar we often go to. You know him, don’t you?” You looked at the two of them. “I think today i’d succeeded on seducing him. Wanna bet?”
“You two bet on a stuff like this?” Your mouth gapped.
“Hundreds.” Hoseok said without hesitation.
“What on earth.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you looking down on me now?”
“I know him too well, he might be working at a bar and have seen plenty of sexy girls but a girl like you is not really his type.” He replied. “And yes, (y/n), we bet on a stuff like this.”
“Okay hundreds, but make sure you really give me the money!”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just see how it goes first.”
“Then why don’t we go now? It’s almost ten. I know his shift starts at 9. He’d already be there by now.” Elena eyed the both of you and smiled. “This party would be done in half an hour anyway.” Yes, she’s right. You intentionally came here right thirty minutes before the party was over, because you knew you wouldn’t have fun and the only reason as to why you came, was because these two things asked you to.
“Agreed. Let’s go have our own fun there.” Hoseok gestured you to come as well. “You would like this bar, (y/n). You won’t be disappointed, but let me warn you one thing before we got there,” you nodded, waiting for his next sentence. “Don’t be shock if someone approached El as we walked inside and kissed her or seduced her or whatever, because El would probably had fucked them and by them, i meant male and female.”
“Shut up, Hoseok. Don’t comment on my sexuality when you don’t even know yours.” You only laughed at the quarrel they often had.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You calmed them down after the three of you got on the elevator. The three of you called the taxi immediately and drove off to the bar.
It was blocks away and it was underground. It looks like a club from the outside, but really it isn’t.
“Oh, he’s there. Gun!” El tugged Hoseok’s sleeve and looked at you with meaningful eyes. “Alright. I’m ready. You two, just look.” She smirked as she pushed her breast up, showing even more cleavage than it already was.
“Oh, Jesus. Here we go again. Elena and her slutty attitude.” Hoseok covered his eyes and shook his head, meanwhile you’re still adjusting to this situation.
In just a second, El marched approaching where Gun was standing; behind the bar table, mixing drinks as he made a small talks to some of the customers.
“Come on. I think we could sit there.” Hoseok slid both of his hands into his pocket and led you the way.
“Oh, shit.” You stopped walking as you realised something. Hoseok already bumped himself to the couch while you’re still standing, looking at Hoseok.
“What?”
“I left my purse at the office.”
“What?” This time, his what sounded more like a question.
“I should go back and get it.” You looked confused.
“Then go, now! The party is almost over and no one won’t be allowed to come up there anymore. You better go now, (y/n)!” Hoseok swung his hands, gesturing you to quickly catch the cab. “Here, you could pay with my cash first.” He gave you fifty bills before you ran off.
You could see people walked out from the main entrance and that was when you worried that you might not be allowed to go up there.
You walked in, against the current of people leaving the building and finally made your way to the elevator.
“Excuse me, ma'am. Where are you going to?” A voice surprised you as you pushed the up button.
“I.. I’m going to the 22nd, i left my purse there and i should really get–”
“Sorry, ma'am, but no one was allowed to go up anymore.” It was the security. He smiled at you as he stood in front of the elevator, blocking your way.
“Please, please! I got my ID–” you tried finding the strap that was always circling your neck, but you could only grabbed the necklace you were wearing. “Shit, it’s in my purse.” You murmured. “Please, all of my things are there. I’m working here. I’m not lying. I’m might be new here, but i’m not lying. I really need to get up the–”
“Sorry, ma'am, but rules are made to be followed and no one is allowed to go up to any floor of this building after 11 pm.”
“What is the situation here?” A man, you didn’t notice was already standing in front of the elevator across, turned himself back and walked closer.
“She was trying to get up to the 22nd floor, Sir.” The security explained.
“You were? I thought the party was over.” He took a quick look at the watch on his wrist. “It’s quarter past eleven now.”
“I left my purse there and i really need to get it.” You replied before the security could say anything to this man.
Silence. The man was looking at you then to the security then back at you.
“She’s with me.” He nodded to the security.
“But, Sir. It’s not safe–”
“I’ll take care of myself. Thank you.” Then, the elevator door slid opened. You followed him in awkwardly.
He slid his card and pushed the number 22 and 31. The thought of what was he going to do on the 31st was filling your mind.
There really was an awkward silence in the elevator. You eyed him carefully from the reflection. He was standing sturdy behind you with one hand busy typing something on his phone. His hair was perfectly styled, you could tell that easily. His bangs fell perfectly covering more than half of his forehead. It was messy, but the good-messy one. He looked decent, his suits looked expensive and the watch you took a glimpsed over earlier looked even more expensive, but you don’t want to jump to conclusion just yet.
The door opened after the announcement from the operator, announcing which floor you were currently on.
You stepped out and turned around and bowed to say, “Thank you.” and waited for a respond, which never came until the door finally closed again.
Walking sleepily to the table in the middle of a small rooftop park of the office, you waved your hand to both El and Hoseok.
“You looked… ugly.” El offered you her americano.
“Yeah, i couldn’t get enough sleep. Thanks to work.” You took a sip of the Americano and decided to buy the same to enjoy with your simple lunch menu; salad.
“I feel you. My first week here was a living hell.” Hoseok added.
“But your position is hell good. Way much better than ours. Just cope with that, baby.” El winked.
“Agreed. You’re at the Asia division, right? Damn, i’m jealous.” Hoseok hit the table, which made your lunch box jumped a bit and El had to hold his cup of coffee.
“Anyway, do you hang out with the manager? I mean, secretary should really get along with the boss right?”
“Said someone who hates her minions.” Hoseok cut.
“I didn’t call them minions, you sick.” El sent a death glare to the boy who was already chuckling.
“I don’t know. He seemed stiff and not fun, so i only came to him whenever he wants me to.” You answered, shrugging your shoulders.
“Oh, but.. i think it is all the same for the people who have the title.” Hoseok leaned back.
“Speaking of ‘title’. Does our CEO never showed his face even once?” Elena stuffed her mouth with her sandwich.
“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.
“Oh, i haven’t told you that on the day one, (y/n).” El nodded to you. “Rumor said he hates the exposure. He only wants people know his name but not his face.”
“Is that even possible? I mean meetings are held so often and do you mean he doesn’t attend any of those?” You asked again, still curious.
“Only the BOD and his secretary know his face, of course and he only attends meetings he think it’s that important for him to come, if it’s not, he’d send only his secretary.” El explained. She was the longest one working here among the three of you, so you could trust her with gossips around the office and other stuffs like this.
“That must be tough. To be his secretary.” You pouted before downing your Americano.
Hoseok shook his head in confident. “They said his secretary dedicated her life for work. It might be hard, of course, but if a workaholic does that, i don’t think that’s much of a work.” Elena pointed a finger to Hoseok, agreeing to what he just said.
“But, had she never told anyone how his boss looked like? I mean, everyone would asked her right?” You asked again.
“She’s a freak. No one wants to be friend with her. She keeps secret really well and does her jobs in perfection.” El continued.
“My friend, the guy from tax department, once asked her how our CEO looked like and she just glared at him without saying a word.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.
“Wow, that was… something. She really fit for the job.” You nodded.
“I know right. If it was me, i’d already took a candid picture of him and spread it through group chats.” El laughed at her own imaginary plan.
“You creep.” Hoseok judged. “Anyway, how was it with your purse last night? Too bad you couldn’t see how Gun rejected her last night.”
“Shut up, Hoseok.”
“I told you, you are not his type.”
“Well, uh, i came back and had a bit of a beg with the security. He didn’t allow me to go up there but then a man– a young man told him that i was with him so–”
“So you went up?”
“I did, yes.”
“Glad to hear that.” Hoseok leaned back. “He must be someone with the title. Only them who have the access 24 hours to every floor of the building.”
“Do you remember how he looked like?” El curiously asked.
“I didn’t quite remember his face well because he looked down to his phone all the time on our way up.” Now El leaned back, uninterested.
“Guys, i think i should get going. Our break is almost over and i should really finish the report before Satan’s Mother came.” Hoseok sprinted right away.
“Satan’s Mother?” You asked the only one left.
“His boss.” El stood up. “Me too. I should get going. See you later, (y/n).” She waved you goodbye.
Alone, you decided to go back to your office and finished what’s due tomorrow. You get in to the elevator. It was quiet because you were the only one inside, before the elevator stopped at the 31st.
A man with a sleek suits stepped in. He was talking to someone through the wireless earphone he had on. You weren’t focusing on what he was talking about, instead you somehow felt familiar with this man.
After a while, he stopped talking.
“What’s your name?” He said. You looked down, pouting as you were thinking about work. “Excuse me, miss?” He repeated. You looked up and found him looking at you through the reflection.
“Oh, me?” You pointed at yourself. “I’m sorry, i thought you were still on the phone.” You smile awkwardly. “I’m (y/n).”
He didn’t respond, instead he looked up to the screen where the floor level showed up.
“And you are?”
The door opened and he left. Ignoring your question.
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Illustrated Haiku // Ten Chittaphon
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the prompt: a soulmate!ten au where y/n loves to write poetry on her arms, and ten likes to illustrate them.
words: 4157
category: fluff
authors note: this isn’t a request, it’s just something I was working on so I hope you guys like it! (also appreciate the gif below of my lil bub)
– destinee
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Never in your life had you been so bored. Then again, you had once been to your grandmother’s birthday party which consisted of your mother forgetting the cake and everyone having to sit around for twenty minutes while your grandfather told stories about his years as a sales manager.
No, usually you enjoyed your classes as a major in creative writing. But you were a poetry major, and Professor Park was teaching you medieval history. Not to mention the fact that it was a Monday, and also happened to be the day Mother Nature dropped by for a painful visit.
You sat in the back of the class, resting your head on your outstretched arm while the other hovered over a notebook. Note-taking was what you should have been doing, but everything you heard you seemed to forget before you could write it down.
You were tired and hungry, ready to go home after your lecture and take a sleep.
Unfortunately for you, Professor Park had fifteen minutes before he would have to dismiss his students.
To pass the time, you pulled out your favorite purple-inked pen and positioned it against your skin. Often when you were bored, you would write poetry about your current situation to pass the time. It also helped you practice your trade.
The biggest task of course was picking which type of poetry to use. A good five minutes passed as you mulled over the possibilities. Finally, you decided to write a haiku.
I am cursed with pain
Mr. Park won’t stop teaching
Get me out of here
Satisfied with your little poem, you sat back, now determined to write at least one note based on coat of arms and family trees.
You didn’t notice the vibrant colors appearing on your arm, right over your brilliant haiku.
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As soon as you entered your apartment, exhaustion riddled your body. You wondered why you had decided to take night classes, where you barely got home at midnight only to get up and go to work in the morning.
It was worth it, however, because you were living independently from your own hard work.
You yanked the refrigerator door open and reached up for the milk to complete your cereal.
“What the–?” Your eyes widened as you finally noticed you arm, where a little painting covered up your poem.
Using the light of the fridge, you made out a girl who seemed to be done with the world. She was small enough to fit in your arm, but big enough to cover your poem. You unknowingly pouted at your work being covered up.
Still, the picture was cute and it captured your then-feelings very well.
Forgetting your current state of hunger, you extract your phone from your waistband and dial your best friend’s number.
“Y/n, it’s almost one in the morning. What do you want?”
“It happened,” you said in a rush, excitement running through your veins. “My soulmate and I are linked.”
“Y/n!” Y/f/n laughed. “It’s about time! You’re such a late bloomer I thought you were going to end up alone.”
You frowned at her words, “Hey, I’ll have you know that I’m still very young. Just because you’re getting married next week doesn’t mean anything.”
“Speaking of which, you are taking the day off to come to the wedding, right? Johnny and I really want you there.”
You scoffed, “As if I’m going to let anyone else take my place as maid of honor. I might miss the rehearsal dinner though.”
“Of course you will,” You could hear the scoff in her voice. “Since when is working at a coffee shop more important than me?”
You chuckled humorlessly, “Come to me when you help pay off my student loans.”
“Fair enough. Just be sure to come. You also have to be at the final dress fitting tomorrow.”
“Dresses?”
“Yes. And I set the appointment for after your shift so don’t you dare step out on me.”
“I won’t,” you rolled your eyes.
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“I asked for soy milk in this.” An angry tween glared at you. She thrusted her small coffee into your hand.
You smiled, composed, “Ma'am, I used soy milk. I promise.”
“Well, it doesn’t taste like soy milk.” she sneered.
You closed your eyes and slowly counted to ten. There was no way a fourteen year old was going to get you fired. “Alright. Give me a second and I’ll make you a new one.”
You made the coffee in front of her this time, so that she saw you pour the soy milk. When you handed it to her, she gave you what could’ve been considered a smile and left the shop.
You decided then would be a good time to take your break, so you grabbed your bag and moved to one of the empty booths. The only other customer was a boy your age that sat behind you, listening to music through his earbuds.
You felt content as you heard the soft acoustic tunes the leaked through the headphones.
After taking a sip of your water, you dug through you bag for a pen. Then, sticking out your arm, you decided to write another haiku:
Grumpy customers
why don’t they leave tips for me?
I’m trying my best.
The music behind you suddenly stopped, startling you for a moment until it turned into an upbeat hip hop track.
You watched in awe as lines began to appear over your words. Soon, a drawing of a coffee cup filled with dollar bills appeared on your arm.
Your heart warmed at the sight. Perhaps this was your soulmates way of comforting you. It was a strange concept, but you found yourself become attracted to it.
Soon, your break was up and you had to get back to work. Since it was slow, you took to cleaning and refilling the machines.
“Excuse me?” A voice made you stop your action.
You made yourself visible to your new customer, only to see a handsome man standing there with familiar earbuds hanging out of his ears.
He reached out a hand. In it, was the pen you had used to write on your arm. You took it gingerly before looking up at the man and thanking him.
“No problem,” he shrugged, offering you a soft smile. “Wouldn’t want to keep your soulmate waiting, would we?”
You followed his gesture to your exposed forearm. “Oh.”
He suddenly leaned forward to examine the picture. “It looks like scribble.”
“It’s a picture,” you argued.
The stranger stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he examined it. “I think my four year old nephew could do better than that.”
“That’s what you think,” you retorted. “It doesn’t mean that’s the truth.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he really didn’t care. “I’m only getting you riled up. It’s fun to see your cheeks turn red.”
This boy–
You clutched your fists under the counter and gave him the sweetest smile you could muster. “Thank you for returning my pen. Have a good day.”
“Can I get your name before I go?” He sent you another cheeky smile, which made your brain feel fuzzy for a moment.
“It’s Y/n. What about you?”
“I’m Ten.” He told you before making his exit.
“At least tell me a better fake name than that…” you grumbled under your breath at the strange encounter.
What a day. In an hour, your shift would end and you would have to go to a dress fitting. As if that wasn’t torturous enough, you still had an evening lecture to attend.
-
Y/bff/n took you and the other bridesmaids to a convenience store to get a cheap dinner before dress shopping.
You were scanning the aisles for chocolate milk to eat with your ramyun, but all you could find was plain milk.
With a sigh, you took a plain milk and went to pay for it before sitting down with the rest of the bridal party.
Everyone in the bridal party had stories to tell and things to gossip about. You were content to just take the time to eat.
With the sound of everyone’s laughter as your background music, you took out your trusty pen.
Out of chocolate milk
but I’m craving chocolate milk
an inconvenience
It was a habit you had acquired before you had a soulmate, so it was safe to say you still got a bit surprised when you saw someone else’s ink on your arm.
You were happily slurping your noodles when Y/f/n started to squeal, pointing at your forearm. “Y/n!”
“Huh?” You swallowed your food and looked down to see the face of a crying baby.
Is he calling me a crybaby?
Insecurely, you pulled the sleeve of your jacket down to cover up the drawing.
That didn’t stop everyone from hounding you about your newfound soulmate.
“I don’t know him!” You finally shouted, causing an elderly couple to glare at you.
You sat down, glaring at your noisy friends. “You guys owe me another bowl of noodles.”
“We’ve wasted too much time already,” Y/f/n said, clapping her hands together excitedly.
You forgot about your anger as you saw the excitement in her eyes. The day she came to your house to show you the stupid aye fam looks like we’re destined to be together on the back of her hand was still fresh in her mind.
Johnny had been a character, but it was all in good fun. He was goofy and eager and always cheered Y/f/n up no matter how bad she felt.
That was a year ago. Now they were ready to take the next step as soulmates: get married.
You knew Y/f/n was in good hands with Johnny. There was no person on this earth that matched her as well as him.
One could say you were jealous of their relationship, but it was more self-pity. There were many days when you felt so overwhelmed with your busy life that you just wished you had your soulmate’s arms to crawl into.
-
“This one is perfect!” Y/f/n said as one of your fellow bridesmaids came out in a dress.
You had to admit, it was beautiful. A short black dress with a billowy a-line skirt and a top with a sweetheart neckline.
You could imagine yourself in it, with uncomfortable heels to match. But as long as your best friend was happy, you were happy.
Until you tried the blasted thing on.
The waistline was so tight you could barely breath. You sat down inside the dressing room and tried to loosen the waist, but you couldn’t reach the zipper.
Now, you could barely stand up. So, you called for your friend, who in return told you to give her five minutes.
With five minutes to distract yourself from dying, you decided to write another haiku yo your soulmate.
this dress is too tight
I bet it was the ramyun
I cannot breathe, help
Instead of a comforting reply, you received a picture of a boy laughing with tears streaming down his face.
You huffed. So much for a supportive soulmate.
The next five minutes felt like five hours before your best friend finally decided to make an appearance.
“Finally,” you breathed. “You can’t just leave me like that.”
She giggled. “Sorry. Johnny called and I wanted to talk to him. He is taking the boys to get tuxes.”
“That’s great,” you turned around, “Please unzip me before I actually faint.”
“You’re so overdramatic.”
“So?” You pulled the dress off and threw it across the dressing room. “Get me a bigger size or I’m rioting.”
She snorted. “You remind me of one of Johnny’s friends. He’s really funny as well.”
“Ew,” you crinkled your nose. “Please don’t associate me with Johnny or any of his friends.”
“Why not? They’re hot. Most of them are single.”
You shoved your forearm into her face. “I have a soulmate, remember?”
“So?” she said. “Have some fun before you meet him.”
You scoffed. “No matter how much of a twerp my soulmate may be, he is still mine, as I am his. There will be no “fun” without him.“
“Fine,” she smiled, “Let’s get you a bigger size.”
“Thank you.”
-
You woke up the morning of the rehearsal dinner with a bitter attitude.
You had to work from six in the morning until eight at night when the rehearsal dinner actually started.
You also managed to trip in the shower and skinned your knee against the shower floor. It felt like rug burn times ten and you were not in the mood for it.
After covering your wound with a Hello Kitty bandage and getting dressed, you grumpily walked to your workplace.
“You’re late,” your boss greeted you.
“I know, I’m sorry.” You sighed. “It was a rough morning.”
“Well it’s about to be a rough shift because you’ve already got a customer waiting for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
You had learned months ago that it wasn’t worth arguing with your boss. It was better that you just obey him and get your shift done as quickly as you could.
“Hello, what can I get for you today?” You looked up at your first customer, bracing yourself for an angry customer.
Instead, you saw Ten standing in front of the counter.
He looked so attractive you had to physically step back. Since it was morning, he seemed to be half asleep. His hair was disheveled and hanging over his forehead. Prescription glasses covered his eyes as he read the menu above you.
He seemed to be in his own little world as he sluggishly read out each of the muffin options.
You watched him almost-fondly as he suddenly leaned against the counter and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. “Would you recommend the blueberry muffin or the banana nut muffin?”
Forgetting all about his annoying attitude from the other day, you drummed your fingers on the counter as you answered. “I’ve only ever had the blueberry muffin, but banana nut is a good flavor so I would assume it tastes better.”
Ten straightened up. “I’ll have one banana nut muffin and one black coffee.”
“Okay,” you gave him the total and moved to the back to fix his coffee.
Once the coffee was ready, you placed muffin on a plate and moved to the both where he was sitting.
He didn’t see you at first, so you got to see the sketchbook opened in front of him. There was a sketch of a girl, but it wasn’t detailed yet so you couldn’t make out any distinguishing features.
“Ten?” You set the tray down while he hastily hid his sketchbook. You handed him his coffee and the muffin. “Here’s your order.”
“Thanks,” he looked up and offered you a sleepy smile. “Do you want to try the muffin with me?”
You stopped. “I don’t have a break until–”
“Just a bite.” He promised. “You have to compare it to the blueberry so I know what to get next time.”
You could feel your cheeks heating up as you slid into the booth across from him.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he used a plastic fork to cut the muffin in half. “I won’t tell your boss if you won’t.”
You studied his face as he focused on his task before him. His dark skin tone along with his black hair was an attractive combination. He unconsciously stopped to push his glasses back up his nose.
“Here, you try it first.” He gave you a forkful of the muffin.
You pushed it back toward him, “You bought it.”
Ten smirked, “But chances are you helped bake this, so if it’s poison, I want you to try it first.”
You rolled your eyes. Every time he was sweet to you, he turned it into teasing. Either way, he was offering you free food so you couldn’t really complain.
Ten poked your closed lips with the fork. “Try it.”
You obliged, opening your mouth and taking a bite of the muffin. “I was right!” you cheered after you swallowed the breakfast dessert.
“So I shouldn’t even try the blueberry?” Ten questioned as he stuck a forkful into his own mouth.
The fact that you two just shared the same fork flustered you, so you stared at the table to try and hide it from him.
“You’re red again,” Ten sang softly.
“Shut up.”
“Y/n!” Your boss appeared suddenly, causing you to bolt up and hit your thighs against the edge of the table.
“Are you okay?” Ten said, reaching over to help you out of the booth.
“Don’t worry about me,” you whispered.
You stood up and faced your boss, who was glaring at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You bowed your head. “I’m sorry, Sir. There were no customers so I thought I could sit for a spell.”
“One more warning, Y/n. One more and I will fire you.” He threatened. “Now get back to work.”
“Yes, Sir.” You hastily moved to get back to your position.
Ten stayed a while longer, finishing his breakfast. You tried not to stare as he slowly forgot his coffee and continued his sketching. You wondered who the girl was.
Soon, the rush of morning customers came and you had no time to think about Ten again.
You didn’t notice him leave.
-
By the time your shift was over, you were tired and hungry.
The last thing you wanted to do was go to a rehearsal dinner. Still, you changed into formal clothes and took the bus to the destination of the wedding.
On the bus, you pulled out your pen and decided to write a new haiku for your soulmate:
I tried a muffin
I also have a new friend
His name is strange though
It was already nine when you walked into the building. Your eyes met about twenty other pairs from the table where they were all eating a very nice steak dinner.
“Sorry I’m late.” you said.
Everyone greeted you, save for one boy who was bent over his arm, writing something. It wasn’t a rare sight to see young people writing on their arms. That’s the only way to communicate with their soulmate, after all.
Thinking about it made you look down at your own arm. There was a little sketch of a muffin over your haiku, that made you smile as you sat in the empty seat.
You looked up as the waiter set a meal in front of you, put you barely noticed the steak because the person sitting across from you had just looked up from their arm.
You and Ten locked eyes.
“Y/n!” Y/f/n squealed, “I see you met the best man, Ten.”
You looked confused, “Your name is really Ten?”
“Yeah,” he answered, shooting a smile your way.
You and Ten talked the rest of the night and you didn’t feel yourself getting sleepy once.
-
“I’m not ready!” Y/f/n cried as she pulled on her wedding dress.
You stood there in your dress with your hair and makeup all ready. Your best friend, however, had yet to get her makeup done because she couldn’t stop crying.
“Y/f/n,” you pleaded with her. “Your wedding starts in one hour and we have to get your makeup done.”
“What if this is the wrong decision?” She cried, covering her face with her hands.
You sighed, “I’m going to go get Johnny.”
You sprinted down the hallway in your three-inch heels, trying to find the groom’s dressing room. On your way, you ran into Ten.
“Hi,” you breathed. “Can Johnny come give Y/f/n some reassurance? She’s worried.”
Ten sighed and ran a hand through his hand, worried. His neat bangs became ruffled and unruly the more he messed with them.
You tsked and reached up to fix his hair. “You just got this fixed, don’t mess it up,” you mumbled softly.
Ten watched you fondly. “Thanks, Y/n.”
Your face heated up and you immediately moved your hand back to your side. “Sorry.”
“Your cheeks…” Ten reached out and gently brushed his knuckles against your flushed cheeks.
Your eyes met his and you made the horrible mistake of glancing at his lips.
He leaned closer to you, so close that your noses brushed and you could feel the warmth of his breath. Then, he bit his lip anxiously and backed up.
He cleared his throat, “I’ll, um, I’ll go get Johnny.”
You nodded. “Right. Go do that.”
-
The wedding ceremony went by in a blur. You couldn’t stop thinking about Ten. At the same time, you were struggling inwardly because you had a soulmate. Why were you feeling things for Ten when you had a soulmate?
The speech you gave as the maid of honor was filled with words about soulmates that you weren’t sure you could even believe at this point.
You were stoic in your seat as Ten stood up to give a speech about his best friend.
“Hello, everyone! I’m Ten, the best friend of Johnny. Hopefully, I’ll become Y/f/n’s good friend as well,” he offered the bride a smile which she returned. “The concept of soulmates has always been strange to me. I was always worried whether or not it was real, whether the emotions behind the connection was just a figment of everyone’s imagination. But then I met my soulmate.”
You swore you could’ve felt your heart drop to your feet. He already had a soulmate?
He continued, “I met her at her workplace, where I immediately noticed the drawings I draw for her on her forearm. I’m still learning about her, but that is my favorite thing to do so I never mind. And because of her, I understand Johnny and Y/f/n’s love. I understand all of the love Johnny has for Y/f/n. The soulmate bond is unpredictable, but it brought this beautiful couple together. It brought me and my soulmate together. So here’s to the soulmate bond, for bringing Johnny and Y/f/n together.”
You lifted your wine glass along with everyone else, to toast to your friends.
-
After dinner, everyone was mingling either on or off the dance floor.
You stood to the side, watching your friends closely to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid.
Soon, a soft song played through the speakers, and you watched your friends slowly stumble off of the dance floor.
You felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you were surprised to Ten smiling down at you. “Wanna dance?”
Even though you knew you shouldn’t have, you accepted his hand and let him lead you onto the dance floor. You followed his lead and tried your hardest to ignore the feeling of his hand on your waist.
“Did you like my speech?” he asked.
You tried to smile, “I’m sure your soulmate liked it.”
Ten’s grip on your hand tightened. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
A beautiful, genuine smile appeared on Ten’s face and the two of you stopped dancing
“What are you doing?” You asked as Ten suddenly pulled up his sleeve and showed you his arm. There, was the faded drawing of a muffin over your little haiku.
“It’s you,” he smiled. “You write me little poems every day and I draw you pictures in thanks. I knew it from the moment I saw your arm first in the coffee shop.”
Your cheeks flushed and your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You were Ten’s soulmate?
Ten laughed brightly, “It’s really fun to see you turn red.”
“Don’t make fun of me!” You hissed.
With a smile still on his face, Ten pulled you close by the waist. With your foreheads touching, Ten closed his eyes and exhaled softly. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
With a sudden burst of confidence, you managed to speak, “What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing, I guess,” he murmured against your lips before he held your waist tighter and pressed his lips against yours.
You kissed him back immediately, your hands instinctively going to his hair.
The slow song ended, and suddenly a dance song started, causing a ton of people to rush to the dance floor.
The two of you pulled away and moved off of the dance floor.
Johnny and Y/f/n ran towards the both of you, screaming. “I can’t believe you two are soulmates!”
Ten grabbed you hand and squeezed it gently. “Yep. She can’t ever get rid of me.”
You rolled your eyes on the outside, but on the inside, you wanted to say, I would never want to.
~the end~
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