#had this sitting in my finished folder for god knows how long
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they're gay your honor
#arataki#itto#gi itto#general gorou#gorou#gi gorou#ittorou#genshin art#genshin impact#itto genshin impact#gorou genshin impact#genshin impact mihoyo#hoyoverse#gay#had this sitting in my finished folder for god knows how long#the hell was i waiting for#hope you guys like the gays as much as i do#not sure about the bg but eh whatever
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Pining Hiromi Higuruma HCs
(Hiromi Higuruma, pining away for you, his coworker. Except he's kind of a pervert about it.)
Hiromi Higuruma who always listens to your professional opinion, and makes sure to credit you to coworkers and higher ups.
Hiromi Higuruma who becomes your lunchtime venting buddy early on. Sometimes you’ll catch each other's eyes and he’ll give you that look that lets you know he has some shit he needs to say RIGHT now so it’s time to take a break.
Hiromi Higuruma who is happy to help you out off the clock because at least you give him something to look forward to during his stressful days. He really does want to support you in your career growth (among other things).
Hiromi Higuruma who takes turns with you buying each other lunch, then dinner when you have to order takeout for overtime. He knows your go-to order from every place that delivers to your office.
Hiromi Higuruma who looks ten times more stressed when you get back from any time off. His jokes get increasingly more serious about how you “can’t just leave me on my own like that” even when you aren’t working on the same things so your presence makes no difference. Except it does. To him. He feels like his head is going to explode from dealing with work all day without those little moments of relief from being around you.
Hiromi Higuruma who glares at anyone making jokes about him being your “work husband” because it’s unprofessional and “two people can just get along without there being something to it.”
Hiromi Higuruma who knows there absolutely is something to it because he’s so, so bad at not thinking indecent things about you all day long. He doesn’t even know if you’re flirting with him or if it's all in his head. What he does know is he can't bring himself to show restraint over how much time he spends with you in the office.
NSFW/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT
Hiromi Higuruma who, when you eventually bring up adding him on social media, takes weeks to add you back because he knows he can’t be trusted with access to a collection of pictures of you. He was already battling guilt over jerking off to the picture of you on your LinkedIn. It was so posed and styled that it barely looked like your day to day self but it was all he had outside of his imagination for months.
Hiromi Higuruma who feels like a disgusting fucking pervert when he makes a whole folder of saved pics that make his dick twitch after clicking through every single picture. Innocuous things like a photo of you sitting down, looking up at whoever was taking it with a twinkle in your eye - ammo enough for him to picture you looking like that on your knees in front of him. God help him if he finds a picture of you in a swimsuit, or anything more revealing than your work attire. He knows it's scumbag behaviour, and he knows it's risky having them on his phone because he'd look like a crazy person if someone ever saw him with a hidden collection of seemingly innocent pictures of you, but after months and months of pining he sometimes finds he has to lock himself in the bathrooms at work to stroke his cock looking at them. Especially if you've shown up wearing those heels.
Hiromi Higuruma who so helpfully accepts your request to house sit for you when you’re going to be gone for a week. All he needs to do is pop in to water some plants, maybe feed a cat or some fish, just generally check everything was in order. He knows from the second you leave your key with him that he will be an absolute freak about it too. The first time he goes over he finds himself looking in your dirty clothes hamper, heartbroken to find it empty. He doesn’t even finish the actual job he’d come there to do because he feels that fucking guilty for being a creep.
Hiromi Higuruma who, a day later, comes back, waters your plants, and settles for stealing a pair of clean panties to spend the rest of the week jerking off into. He’ll return them washed, right back where he’d found them, the day before you come home. And he'll miss them just as much as he hates himself for doing any of it in the first place.
Hiromi Higuruma who makes you second guess if he really liked you as much as you thought when he starts asking when you’re going on vacation next. It’s not that he doesn’t miss you while you’re gone… it’s that he can’t stop kicking himself for not rifling through your drawers to see what sex toys you use on yourself.
Dating Co-Worker Hiromi Higuruma HCs
#my writing#hiromi x reader#higuruma x reader#higuruma hiromi x reader#hiromi higuruma x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk smut#higuruma#higuruma hiromi
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Bau x reader - family time
something where there’s a case in readers hometown, and readers mom invited the team over for dinner ?? - Anon💜
It was a small community, so it didn’t surprise you when your mom texted you a few hours after your arrival demanding that you go to her house.
With a sigh, you messaged her back and explained that you couldn’t because you were working, but you’d come by after the case was finished.
After deciding that was too long your mom came down to the station you were working at.
“(Y/N) (L/N)!”
The whole team shot up and spun around, so did you.
“Mom?! Seriously?!”
She grinned from ear to ear, and you laughed softly, walking over to hug your mom, and she held you tightly in her arms.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t come see your mother.” She lightly scolded.
“Come on mom, I’m working I already told you this. How come you’re here? Are you okay? Did something happen?”
Pulling away, you led your mom to your chair and sat her down, then leant against the table as you looked down at her.
“You know you shouldn’t be walking so far with that hip of yours mom.”
“Ah my hip is fine, I can still walk.”
You sighed.
“Your doctor told you to take it easy, remember what happened last time? You couldn’t get out of bed for two days without help.”
Your mom waved her hand dismissively at you, then turned to the rest of the team who were watching with curiosity and amusement.
“Who are your friends?”
You smiled at her, letting them all introduce themselves to your mom.
“Wow, (Y/N) never said their mom was such a beautiful woman.” Derek grinned.
“Dude! That’s my mom!”
They laughed, and you huffed a little, turning to Reid who had gone back to working.
While JJ and Emily were asking your mom for any embarrassing stories about you, you walked to your friend, standing next to him.
“What’s up?” You asked.
“I just had a thought. What’s in this area?” He asked.
You looked at the map, and you grabbed his pen, drawing some things on it before gesturing to it.
“This bit is part of the school, just after the river that part is empty, abandoned, I think it used to be a processing facility or something like that, a lot of local kids go exploring in there, sometimes graffiti and stuff that’s about it.”
Reid nodded his head, and he looked over at you.
“I need to go to the first crime scene, will you come with you.”
“Of course.”
Grabbing your jacket, you pulled it on whim Reid spoke to Hotch and you walked over to your mom, kissing the top of her head.
“I need to go, but I’ll come see you after the case, love you.”
“I love you too, be safe.”
You nodded, jogging to meet Reid by the front door.
When the case came to an end, you messaged your mom that you’d be coming after, and she asked you to bring your whole team.
You laughed a little, putting your phone in your pocket.
“Hey, do you guys fancy a little trip?”
“Where to?” Hotch asked.
“Mom wants you all to come for dinner before going, I don’t think we get a choice in this.”
The laughed but eagerly agreed.
Of course the first place Emily, JJ and Derek went was to go and find your room, trying to see if it had changed or not.
You mom had reached out to Rossi to get him to invite Garcia, so it wasn’t long until she arrived.
“Oh I can’t believe it’s your home! Where’s the baby pictures?!” She grinned.
“No!” You rushed you.
Quickly taking the folder from your mom, you held it closely.
“Aw come on! Let us see!” Garcia pleaded.
“Nope.”
“Aw darling you may have been a fat baby but you were still adorable.”
“I wasn’t a fat baby…” you huffed.
“Oh my god were you a fat baby?” Emily asked.
“No!”
Your mom lightly hit your arm.
“Yes you were, let them see.”
She took the folder back from you and you huffed, sitting down on the couch as you stroked the cat that came to cuddle with you.
Picking him up, you held him in your lap.
“I can’t believe you still have fluffy, he’s so old now.” You mumbled.
The old cat purred a little bit.
“Oh my god look at your little grin!” JJ laughed.
She turned the folder to you so you could see the phone of you covered in dirt just grinning from ear to ear.
They were having the time of their lives learning about you and what you did when you were little.
Rossi and Hotch both back back, having been given a box by your mom and set it on the table.
Rossi opened it to see your macaroni you made in second grade.
“A little artist I see.” He chuckled.
Hotch knelt down, taking a few class photos out and paintings.
“Honestly I was expecting more skateboarding or something along those lines.”
“Hotch I was four, the only thing I was interested in was eating dirt and collecting stones.”
They all laughed, and your mom came back announcing dinner was ready, so you went to help her set the table up.
You enjoyed this, just your team and your mom all together, all the people you loved under one roof
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Sabotage
After one too many failed dates, Y/N finds out the real reason Gabriel has sabotaged her love life.
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Warnings: Smutty smut
“Check please,” you politely ask the waitress as she passes by.
She nods and digs the checkbook out of her apron pocket and leaves it at the edge of the table, next to your empty plates and half finished glasses of red wine.
You were lucky enough to get a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the city that’s typically booked out months in advance, accompanied by your lovely date.
You were skeptical about trying dating apps, claiming “they’re for losers who don’t go outside.” But the Winchester brothers had convinced you to give it a try after the countless dates before that had ended in disaster, to say the least. Dean even helped you set up your profile, choosing the best photos on your camera roll, limited to the ones without the blood and weapons.
You had almost given up in total, on the verge of deleting the app, when you matched with a nice man named Daryll. He’s a few years older with a steady job as a physician and a luxury car. Not to mention that he’s tall and clean shaven, with rich umber skin, and a smile that could light up a room. He’s dreamy, to say the least.
“So…” He trails off with a suggestive smile, taking a meticulous sip of his drink.
“So,” you repeat, your gaze getting lost in his dazzling amber eyes. The tension hangs in the air, cutting through the sound of plates and drinks clinking, and muffled chatter from the other patrons.
“I had a really nice time tonight, we should do this again sometime.” He reaches his hand across the table, resting it on top of yours.
You blush and nod your head. “Yes, I would really like that.”
After a short debate on who will pay, Daryll insists and grabs the check, slipping his sleek metal credit card into the folder.
The waiter whisks it away and returns shortly, thanking us with a polite smile.
You exit the restaurant with Daryll, the smell of extravagant food fading from your senses as the door shuts behind you. You stop to admire the twinkling stars in the dark summer night sky, a light breeze blowing your hair back in the wind.
There’s an unspoken debate, as you stand shoulder to shoulder in silence. It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten this far on a date and you're left feeling rather nervous.
You bite down your nerves and decide to speak, choosing not to waste this opportunity. “You know, I have an unopened bottle of Italian Riesling back at my apartment,” you say, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”
“Riesling?” He chuckles, “Count me in.”
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You fish out your keys from the bottom of your purse and shove it in the lock, with a light jingle, the door opens, revealing the tiny apartment that you call home. “So, this is it,” you say, inviting him in and gesturing for him to sit on the gray loveseat in the living room.
You hope he doesn’t mind the organized clutter of your apartment. Books, paintings, and houseplants tastefully strewn throughout the rooms. Of course you had hidden away your hunting gear in a small closet, given the small chance the night ending at your place
“It’s nice. Cozy.” He takes off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. He takes a seat in front of the roaring fireplace, the warm orange glow illuminating the room and the burning wood giving off a pleasant aroma.
You hastily search your cabinet through the countless bottles of wine until you find the Italian Riesling you have been saving for special occasions. It must’ve been sitting there for god knows how long, but wine gets better with age, right?
You pour the wine into two of your fanciest glasses, careful not to spill a single drop over the edge. Clicking the button on your stereo that sits on the kitchen counter, the soft sound of classical music fills the room. You pick up the glasses and take a seat next to Daryll, handing him the other one with grace.
“To us,” he says in his smooth voice, lifting his glass in the air.
“To us,” you repeat, clinking your glass in a toast and taking a sip of the wine. The semi-sweet liquid flows down your throat, leaving a dry aftertaste of peaches and grapes.
Daryll scooches closer, placing a hand on your thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. His thumb rubs teasing circles along your skin, your flesh heating up at his touch.
It’s been a long time since anyone has touched you, let alone someone as attractive as Daryll. Your breathing becomes heavier as you try to quell your growing excitement.
“Tell me, Y/N, do you usually lure men back to your apartment with fancy wine?” He says with a flirty smile, lightly squeezing your thigh.
“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure before. Why, is it working?” You giggle.
“You know,” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, “I think it is.” He leans in close, his lips just inches from yours, the sexual tension growing by the second.
You close your eyes and lean in, desire burning in the pit of your stomach. Just before you can break the distance, you’re interrupted by the sound of blaring music and flashing lights.
You both jump back at the surprise, looking around at the once calm room turned chaotic. The swirling rainbow lights and reflections from the sizable disco ball dropped from the ceiling dances across the walls. The stereo that previously played peaceful classical music, now plays the best of 70’s disco at the highest volume, so loud that it sounds distorted and rings in your ears.
“What. The. Fuck,” Daryll yells over the music, his face scrunches up in a mixture of confusion and anger.
“I- I can explain!” You yell back, covering your ears as you desperately try to think of a reasonable explanation for the sudden madness. You’re interrupted by the feeling of something small and furry scurrying past your feet, making you gasp and tuck your feet onto the couch cushions.
A mouse dashes across the floor, barreling directly towards Daryll, catching you both off guard as you’ve never had a rodent problem before.
Despite carrying himself as a strong, fearless man, he runs for the door in a panicked hurry. “Look, I'm out!” he shouts with a disgusted look and slams the door behind him.
Anger surges through your body as you witness the one successful date you’ve had in months storm out the door, and you know damn well who’s to blame. You grab the stereo, ripping the plug out of the wall and smash it on the ground, the pieces scattering across the floor, halting the music mid track.
“GABRIEL, GET YOUR FEATHERY ASS DOWN HERE!” You yell, shaking with anger, and looking to the ceiling.
“Hey sugar, you called?” The familiar voice of the mischievous archangel says from behind you.
You turn on your heels to face him. Of course he’s dressed for the occasion, wearing a stupid dress shirt with an obnoxiously loud pattern, the first few buttons undone, exposing the skin of his chest, and black bell bottom pants, with slicked back hair, and a fake mustache. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he’d fallen right out of the 70’s.
The way he stands nonchalantly with an amused smile on his face, leaves you fuming. “What is wrong with you! You ruin everything!” You yell, your face heating up.
He stares back at you, seemingly amused with your little outburst, conjuring a lollipop in his hand and sucking on it.
“All I want is one successful date! One!” You point at him angrily, taking a step closer. “First it was the nice girl from the bar that you sent to some alternate reality that definitely scarred her for life, then it was the cute mechanic that took me to the movies who, may I remind you, you released a dozen snakes on him.”
Gabriel snickers, recalling the antics that he found so enjoyable.
“And now, this!” You snap, walking forward til you’re all but a few feet away. You take a deep breath, collecting your emotions. “I get that I'm a hunter, but maybe I don’t want to die alone,” your voice takes on a melancholy tone.
His face softens, his signature cocky smile melting into a frown.
“It’s like you don’t want me to be happy,” you whisper, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill.
“Hey! That’s not true!” Gabriel snaps in an offended tone, suddenly taking this very seriously.
“Then why, Gabriel? Cause I don’t find this funny! At all!” You look up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for some kind of an answer to all this torment. What did you do to deserve this?
He stays silent, but his soft, bashful eyes says it all.
“Oh,” you whisper, something inside of you clicking, finally connecting the dots that should have been so obvious. “Are you… Jealous?”
He scoffs, looking away, but doesn’t deny it.
“You are! You’re jealous!” You say in disbelief with a shameless smile.
“No! I just… I just don’t think they deserve you,” he replies, trying to keep his cool demeanor he’s worked so hard to curate. “You deserve someone capable, someone who’s gonna treat you right and take care of you.” He straightens his posture and subtly puffs out his chest, which might have been effective at impressing you, if he wasn’t dressed like the long lost member of the Bee Gees.
“Someone like you?” You say, lifting a brow and stepping closer, now invading his personal space, not that he seems to mind.
“I didn’t say that.” He furrows his brows, taking a daring step forward, nearly closing the distance between the two of you.
“You didn’t deny it either,” you say with a cocky smile.
He stares at you intently, his longing eyes falling to your pink lips.
Feeling a rush of boldness, you lean in close, placing a hand on his chest and whispering in his ear, “If you want to take me on a date, you could just ask.” You pull back smiling.
His face flushes a light pink, his lips curling into a grin. “The night is still young, cupcake, how about we fix this?” He says, ushering to the chaotic room, lights still spinning and remains of the stereo scattered across the apartment.
He snaps his fingers and your apartment is restored to its former glory, this time covered in candles that illuminate the room in romantic lighting. The repaired stereo sits on your counter, soft jazz music playing. Gabriel playfully dances to the music, taking your hands and encouraging you to join him.
You smile, admiring his work and casually sway with him. He always did know a thing or two about style.
He leads you to the loveseat, skillfully pulling you into his lap. With another snap of his fingers, a tray of chocolate covered strawberries appears in front of you, as well as two glasses of strawberry champagne.
Gabriel is notorious for his love of sugar, always snacking on some kind of candy, even in less than appropriate settings. Lucky for you, you’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth, and being with Gabe certainly promises more of where this came from in the future.
You take a sip of your drink, the sweet taste of strawberries dancing on your tongue. You smile, maintaining playful eye contact as you swallow. “This is nice Gabe, you should’ve started with this.” You chuckle.
He laughs and rests one hand on your hip, the other grabbing a strawberry. “Now where's the fun in that?” He teases. “Open wide, sugar.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
You blush at the innuendo, but do as he says, chuckling as he guides the tip of the strawberry in your mouth. “Mmm,” you hum in satisfaction as the dark chocolate melts in your mouth, mixing with the sweet flavor of the fresh strawberry, much sweeter than any strawberry you can buy from the supermarket.
Gabriel smirks at your reaction, taking the rest of the strawberry in his mouth, his eyes lighting up as he savors the flavor, tossing the stem aside. “You have a little something here, cupcake,” Gabriel says flirtatiously. He places his thumb on the corner of your lips, swiping a smidge of chocolate off, his finger lingering on your lips for a moment before he sucks the chocolate off his thumb, never breaking eye contact.
“Th-thanks,” you stutter, suddenly feeling hot and flustered.
“Don’t sweat it.” His eyes fixate on your lips, studying every curve. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He asks in a soft, caring tone.
You stare at him in shock, his genuine compliment feeling out of character from his usually sarcastic, dickhead self. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply.
He grins like a cheshire cat and pulls you into a kiss, catching you by surprise.
You quickly melt into the kiss, all of your frustration from your failed date melting away. All that matters right now is Gabriel, and God does it feel so right.
He pushes his tongue in your mouth, tangling with yours. The sweet flavors of lingering chocolate and strawberry mix together in the most pleasant way, eliciting a moan from you that only spurs him on.
You tangle your fingers through his golden locks, lightly tugging on the ends, earning a groan from him. You grind down onto his lap as you deepen the kiss.
He reluctantly pulls away for air, both of you out of breath. “You taste so good, sweetstuff,” he purrs, letting his hands roam from your hip and down to your thighs. “But I want to taste you elsewhere,” he whispers seductively, sending a shiver of arousal down your spine.
“Please Gabe,” you beg, desperate for more.
Pleased with your reaction, he lightly peppers kisses from your jaw, down to your throat, licking and nipping as he goes.
You lean back, giving him access to every inch of your skin.
When he reaches your collarbone, he furrows his brows in frustration at the constriction clothes that hide your body from him. With a snap of his fingers, they’re gone.
You gasp, feeling completely exposed to him, but don’t protest.
He pulls you off his lap and kneels on the floor in front of you, sitting back on his heels. He drinks in your form, completely entranced in your beauty. “Like I said, Gorgeous.” He smiles like a kid on Christmas.
You blush profusely, but before you can respond, he kisses down your chest and takes your nipple into his mouth. You throw your head back and bite your lip to stifle a moan, the sensation sending arousal straight to your core.
He sucks and bites, lightly rolling the bud between his teeth and tongue. Once he’s satisfied with leaving you a quivering mess, he moves his way down. He kisses from your sternum, to your stomach, and down to your hips.
Your breath hitches in your throat as he places his hands on your thighs and spreads them apart, revealing your aching pussy to him.
“There’s the good stuff,” he says with a stupid smile that just screams ‘Gabriel’.
“You’re such a dork,” you retort playfully.
He gives you a flirtatious smirk, before placing kisses on your knee and working his way up your thighs, painfully slow, taking his time to tease you. He maintains deep eye contact with you as he inches ever closer to exactly where you need him most.
You tremble with anticipation, your body aching with arousal, craving him in every way possible.
He kisses to the crook of your thigh, biting down playfully, surely leaving a mark where his teeth dig into your flesh. He kisses right next to your pussy, painfully close, yet not close enough at all.
“Gaaabe,” you whine, tired of his teasing. You run your fingers through his hair and lightly pull, silently egging him on.
He smirks, enjoying keeping you on edge, desperate for him. “You gotta beg for it, sugar. Tell me how much you need it,” he says in a mischievous voice
You clench your jaw. He’s the trickster, of course he would enjoy teasing you. “Please, gabe,” you plead.
He raises his eyebrow, not satisfied with your feeble attempt.
You swallow your pride, the need to feel Gabriel, taking priority over your ego. “Please Gabe, I need you so bad. Please touch me!” You beg him, pulling on his hair.
“Much better,” he purrs. He uses his grace to pin your hands to your side and spread your legs wider, keeping you in place.
You whine in anticipation, trying to grind your hips forward, but you’re completely immobilized by his grace.
He laughs, enjoying watching you helplessly struggle. Deciding to give in, he licks a long stripe up your pussy and swirls tight circles around your clit.
“Oh, Gabe,” you moan, shocks of pleasure send through your every nerve.
He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure to drive you crazy. The movements of his tongue goes from planned and strategic to sloppy and passionate, lapping up all your wetness like he’s a man starved.
A string of expletives fall from your mouth as your brain goes foggy, reality and pleasure mixing together and becoming one.
“Mm… sugar, you taste amazing, better than any candy I've tried, and I've tried them all.” He winks.
“God Gabe, are you trying to kill me?” You pant, your eyes meeting his, pupils blown wide with lust.
He scowls at the mention of his fathers name, but his expression quickly morphs into a cocky grin as an idea dawns on him. He presses his finger against your entrance, teasingly circling it, but never pushing in like you need.
“Please, no more teasing,” you pout, trying to grind down onto his fingers.
He scoffs, looking rather amused. “You have no idea how long you’ve been teasing me, sweetstuff. Seeing you going on dates with other humans, flirting with them right in front of me. This is just a taste of what you’ve put me through,” he says in a low, seductive voice. He pushes in the tip of his finger ever so slightly.
You bite down on your lip. You should feel bad about putting him through that, but all you can focus on right now is the way he’s teasing your aching cunt.
He slowly pushes his finger in to the first knuckle, before pulling out completely.
“No! Please!.. I need you,” you confess with wide eyes.
He smirks, getting exactly what he was looking for and pushes his finger all the way in, eliciting a deep moan from you. He starts slowly fucking you with his finger, building up pace until you’re a writhing, moaning mess.
You fight against his grace, desperately wanting to run your fingers through his hair and kiss him, but the struggle is ultimately useless against the overwhelming power of an archangel.
He pulls his finger out, and you whine in disappointment that’s quickly cut off by him shoving two fingers into you, fucking you relentlessly.
His fingers feel like heaven as that burning feeling builds in your stomach, the muscles in your body slowly tightening, reaching the point of no return. His name spills from your mouth over and over like a prayer, as your brain drowns in pleasure
He smiles, knowing just how close you are, and curls his fingers forward, pressing up against your sweet spot.
It’s all over as the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum harder than you ever have in your entire life. “Fuck! Gabe!” You moan loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Every nerve in your body lights up, your walls spasming around his fingers as you ride out your high.
“There you go, sugar,” he coo’s, his eyes tracing over every inch of your body, thoroughly enjoying the show. Once you’ve come down from your orgasm, a panting and sweating mess, he releases you from his grace and sucks his fingers into his mouth, his tongue licking off all your cum. “Mm, I could get used to that,” he says with a cocky smile.
“Me too,” you reply, leaning your head back against the couch.
He shuffles onto the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms. He feels a sense of peace and happiness as he finally gets to be with the human he had fallen for long ago.
Bathing in the afterglow, you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, giving you a sense of pride and a new pang of arousal. You palm him through his jeans and he groans at your touch.
“Woah, sugar,” he says, removing your hand. “We’ll get to that later. Trust me, tonight is far from over. But for now, you should relax. I’m here to take care of you, and if you let me, I'd like to be with you full time,” he admits, scared of being rejected.
“An archangel boyfriend? Count me in.” You smile, nuzzling your head against his chest.
He pulls you closer and hums in content.
Maybe the happiness you were searching for, has been here all along.
Masterlist
#gabriel x reader#gabriel supernatural#gabriel#Smut#fluff#supernatural#supernatural reader insert#supernatural fanfiction#gabriel fanfic
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Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader
I don’t have a title but I just wanted to post this lmao I’m high as shit rn so I have no thoughts and everytime i read this it looks shit but it’s pretty much Colin and Y/N work together and they both stay back and then yeah
cw: smut
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“Not going home yet?”
You look up from the mound of paperwork sprawled across the surface of your desk to see your fellow detective, Colin Zabel, leaning against the door frame of your office, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked almost as tired as you were, dark bags under his eyes and the tie around his neck loose.
You let out a bereaved sigh, shutting the Manila folder closed in front of you and rubbing your palms across your face in an effort to wake yourself up.
“No. I still have like, 3 cases to sort and file. It’s going to be a long night.”
“Same here, everyone else went home like, an hour ago,” Colin just had to rub in the fact you could be home right now, having a hot shower and dressing into your pyjamas before tucking yourself into your warm, cosy bed. The thought alone made you want to whine.
“Wanna come and sit in here with me? Might make the time go by faster,” you offered, motioning over to the spare seat on the other side of your desk.
Colin bit his lip, smiling shyly before nodding his head. Since he’d been stationed in Easttown, he hadn’t really had the time or opportunity to get to know you, and vice versa. Maybe this would be a good time to build some sort of professional relationship.
“Alright, I’ll bring in my work,” Colin nodded again before disappearing down the hall to his own office.
When he returned, it looked like he couldn’t possibly hold anymore paperwork in his hands. It had almost toppled before he made his way over to your desk. You stood to help him, reaching out to halve his pile and stack it down onto the desk.
“Thanks,” he mutters, finally taking a seat across from you and shifting to get comfortable.
“That’s alright,” you replied shortly, leaning over your desk to grab a pen that had rolled to the edge.
You’d forgotten that you’d unbuttoned your shirt slightly to feel more relaxed, and leaning over your desk had the black lace of your bra and cleavage on show to your colleague. Colin’s breath hitched in his throat as he stared, not seeming to snap out of his perverted gaze. His palms started to sweat as his stomach flipped, just at the sight of your bare skin. He’d already developed a small crush on you, seeing you strut around the office in the sexiest pair of tights and the most figure hugging skirts. He’d tried to keep it at bay and maybe that’s why he’d never mustered the courage to really talk to you.
“Are you okay, detective?” You asked as you noticed how flushed he suddenly looked.
He awkwardly cleared his throat and blinked a few times before shaking his head.
“Yeah sorry, just tired s’all,” Colin confirmed, sticking his nose into his paperwork so that he couldn’t embarrass himself any further. Was he really that sexually deprived that the mere glimpse of your cleavage had a tent form in the front of his slacks?
You hadn’t taken much notice despite how worried Colin was that you might’ve. You sat in silence across from each-other for what felt like another twenty minutes before you finally spoke.
“I don’t really know much about you Zabel, what’s your situation?” You asked nonchalantly, licking your thumb before turning a page.
Colin caught a glance of the tip of your tongue as it poked out from between your pink lips, and it made his spine tingle just thinking of how it might look pleasing his cock. He wasn’t in the right mindset right now to finish his work, god, he needed you to ask him questions to distract him from his filthy thoughts.
“Uh-” Colin scratched the back of his head, thinking of what to say before answering, “I work all over Pittsburg as a state detective, I currently live with my mom but it’s only temporary,” it sparked your interest that he’d still lived with his mom and not a partner. You always thought Detective Zabel was a good-looking guy, and he seemed nice, respectable and hardworking. You wondered why he was still single. Then again, so were you and you knew there could be many reasons.
“Living in her basement then?” You teased, taking a moment to savour his embarrassment. He let out a strained laugh before shaking his head.
“No, I know it sounds kind of pathetic. But with moving around all the time, it makes sense. And she’s always prepared to help me out,”
“No partner then?” You just had to ask.
“Um no, I was engaged but- that kinda ended a while ago,” he suddenly got quiet, and it made you feel bad you’d brought it up in the first place.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that,” you said sincerely, reaching out without a thought and placing your hand over his. It shocked him when he felt your warm touch, but he knew it was only to console him.
“No that’s alright,” he laughed nervously, “like I said it was a while ago, just haven’t had much time to date since then, you know?”
“No I know,” you chuckled in resonation, “I’m on the same page, but I have my own place.”
“Yeah it’s so hard to find someone who understands how demanding this job is,” Colin scoffed, frowning on the inside as you retracted your hand that was over his.
“No partner then?” Colin reciprocated your question, and you nodded in amusement.
“Yeah, no partner. Haven’t been able to find someone either. Easttown is a small place, I feel like I’ve already exhausted my options.”
Colin just nodded, before you both fell into an awkward silence.
“Hey I’ll tell you what?” You pull open your desk drawer, and retrieve the small flask you’d hidden in case of “emergencies”, “wanna take a couple swigs with me? I guess to celebrate the… celibate life.”
Colin laughs, crossing his arms over his chest as he considers it. You had an image of being a bit of a loose cannon, but he never imagined you’d suggest drinking on the job. He was always afraid to step out of his comfort zone, and it seemed right now you were the one who wasn’t afraid to push his boundaries.
“Come on Zabel,” you egged on, “it’s not like we’re on call.”
You take a couple of swigs yourself and wince as the strong alcohol burns your throat. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand shyly, and offer it to Colin. He takes a moment to process exactly what was happening right now, before he decides “fuck it” and takes the flask from your hand. Your fingers brush as he takes it from your hold, and Colin finds his heart hammering in his chest again. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just keep it together for once?
Without another thought, Colin takes the biggest swig you’d think possible. You gasp in a giggle as Colin begins to splutter and gag, trying to swallow all the alcohol he’d taken into his mouth. It wouldn’t help his case that all he’d eaten today was whatever he could get his hands on from the vending machine in the foyer, mostly crisps and cans of pop.
“That’s enough for you Zabel,” you tease again, taking the flask from your colleague and setting it back down into your drawer.
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“So you’re telling me, you accidentally stepped on Mare’s vape?” You shook your head in laughter as Colin bent over the desk, letting out his own snorts. You were so deep in conversation, disclosing everything and nothing about yourselves you hadn’t realised how late it was, or how badly the alcohol had affected the both of you.
“Yeah she- she was looking for it everywhere, and she got so angry, it was so funny,” Colin howls, slapping a hand on his knee. You took a moment to glance at him, revelling in the way his smile dented his cheeks with the sweetest dimples. Maybe the alcohol was giving you confidence and dissipating your filter, because you couldn’t stop the word vomit that was coming out of your mouth.
“You know Zabel, you’re super attractive, I know you’ll find someone if not here, anywhere else, like, you don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff, you know?” You were a rambling mess but you couldn’t seem to stop it.
“Was there anyone in the office you ever found attractive like, that probably sounds weird but you know no one would be able to understand your job more than another cop, you know? I always think about it,” you bit your lip in an effort to let him respond now that your question was out in the open.
He coughed awkwardly, and you felt your heart sink from how stupid you’d just been.
“I’m sorry- you don’t have to answer that, I think it’s the alcohol, it’s-”
“Why do you ask that?” The alcohol was seemingly getting to Colin too, as his lips curled up into a smirk.
You gulped, suddenly feeling your palms sweat from the probing question.
“I guess I find you attractive,” you say, and internally wince from how forward you were being. Even intoxicated you hated being that dumb horny drunk person.
“I think you’re attractive too,” Colin replied, and suddenly your heart picked up pace rapidly, “I’ve had a crush on you since I got here.”
Under the false facade of confidence, Colin felt like a nervous wreck underneath. It was obviously easier to come out and say he found you attractive after you’d admitted it first, but now he wasn’t sure what you were both going to do with that information.
He watched as you got up from the opposite side of the desk, trailing your fingers across the surface of the desk as you made your way over to him. Colin swallowed thickly, turning his chair around to face you, slouched back and legs wide apart.
“So what are we going to do about it?” It was definitely the alcohol now, as you leant over so your faces were only inches apart. Colin got the answer to his question, and it was definitely the right one.
You could feel Colin’s warm breath as it fanned your face, his gaze switching between your eyes and your lips. You leant in impossibly closer. Colin’s stomach began to flip as he tried to decide in his head what he should do. You were in the station, in your office, with the slight chance of someone walking in on you at any moment. It was now or never, and Colin decided he’d cease the opportunity despite the risk, and closed the gap between your lips.
You were surprised he did it at first, and then slowly you melted into the velvet softness of his lips, and the way they moved in perfect rhythm with yours. You weren’t expecting him to be that good of a kisser. He seemed sweet and inexperienced, but his ministrations said otherwise.
Feeling the heat of the moment, Colin reaches forwards to grip onto your hips, and guides you to sit on his lap, straddling his pant-stricken leg. Your skirt rode up, exposing the lace trim of your stockings. Colin’s fingertips ran across the lace as his tongue explored your mouth, and with the mid of your thigh you could feel the tent in the front of his slacks. My god this was really happening right now, and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done it earlier. Colin shuddered just feeling the trim he’d fantasied about so many times.
You were growing more aroused by the second just feeling the pressure of Colin’s thigh on your heat, and absentmindedly began to grind your hips.
You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, as your fingers came up to tangle in his short hair, pulling roughly at the roots. Colin loved the sensation, and encouraged more moans from you as he began to bob his leg.
“Fuck Colin,” you called him by his name, and it surprised him how hot it sounded coming from your mouth. He needed more.
His lips trailed down your jaw as he continued to bob his leg, adamant he could feel the wetness of your panties through his pants. His cock was becoming painfully hard, throbbing with every moan and whimper that you made.
You could feel that telltale tightness in your groin as you began to work with Colin, his tongue tasting the skin on your neck, your body hot with passion and tingling with the desire to finish.
“This is so fucking hot, I’ve thought about this a million times,” Colin growled, “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”
His words pushed you over the edge into a surreal state, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as you reached your ultimate peak. You thighs shook around Colin’s, his leg not stopping until your forehead lay limp against his shoulder.
“That felt so good,” you whined, as Colin tore down the front of your shirt and unclasped your bra, letting the items fall to the floor in a heap.
“I wanna feel you, all of you,” Colin spoke shyly despite his assertiveness, opening his own shirt and unbuttoning his pants.
“Need you to fuck me,” you breathed out, standing to remove your skirt and panties, leaving you in nothing but your pair of lace tights. You thought Colin might like that.
Colin groaned just at the sight before him, before he too got up, his cock pulsing and red in need.
“Sit,” Colin demanded, his tone ravenous as he places a palm down on the desk.
You oblige happily, sitting down on the edge of the desk. Colin leans down and kisses you again with an open mouth, his tongue massaging yours as your legs wrap around his waist. He lines himself up at your entrance, and without another thought, sinks himself inside you.
Colin groans as he feels you stretch out from the thickness of his cock, feeling your warmth and soaking wetness as it wraps around him. Your fingernails dig into the skin on his shoulders as he fills you completely.
“Fuck,” Colin hisses, his eyes almost rolling from the sensation, “you feel fucking incredible.”
“Yes, please more,” you pine, caging him in with your legs.
Colin begins to piston his hips, sliding himself in and out of you at a pleasurable pace. The desk beneath you begins to creak with every thrust, punctuated by the moans you and Colin couldn’t help but let out.
The swollen tip of his cock begins to rub up against the soft spongey spot within you that has you almost in tears, and it only makes you grip onto him harder.
“Right there Colin! Oh my god,” you encourage him with your pleas, feeling your second peak impending with every ruthless thrust.
“That’s it, you gonna cum again?” Colin’s hands secured at your hips, holding you down onto the desk as he had his way with you.
“Oh my god, yes, yes I’m cumming!” A tingling sensation courses through your body for the second time, the pulse and clench around Colin’s cock paired with the bounce of your breasts enough to tip him over into a state of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, me too,” Colin’s eyes squeeze shut as he lets go, releasing inside you and pulling out moments after.
He watches in awe as the cum drips from your core, your tired body fucked out and panting for air, your legs still spread for everything to be on show.
“I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Colin’s face lights up into a smile as you come to, straightening yourself out and standing to dress yourself.
“Looks like I’ve been missing out,” you tease, the alcohol in your system not as influential as it had been prior. Colin was sobering up too, but both of you had no regrets.
“Fuck!” Colin curses, staring down at the paperwork that was now crumpled and stained with cum. You let out a small giggle, as Colin picks up the pile of paper and tries to shake off the stain.
“Looks like we’ll be back tomorrow night,” you shrug, as Colin shakes his head in amusement.
“What a fucking night it’s been.”
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Hey! Your Hunger AU has me Fucked Up and I was wondering if you have any more specifics on what (potentially) the Life Series might have been like? Plus any particular reactions of the Hermits afterwards (and Grian’s own feelings)? I know this has already been asked but please answer if you have any more/other details, this is the angst point point that my brain is Fixed On
Oh my gods okay first of all thank you so much for the kind words and your even kinder comment on ao3, it genuinely made my day when i saw it, it was so nice 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i took a screenshot and shoved it in the folder where i put all my other nice comments and now it is immortalized Forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
SECOND OF ALL this has been sitting in my askbox for way too long because i truly wanted to give like, a really nice thought-out and detailed reply to your question but alas after finishing chap 10 my brain is SOUP so thats,,, not happening anytime soon,,,, auaghh 😭😭😭😭😭 about all i can tell you are the broad strokes that in my head what happened was he sorta snapped mentally, asked people to join a secret game during the world's worst fugue state, fucked with their memory codes so they couldnt remember how or why they were on this unfamiliar server, and fed on their confusion and fear until things spiraled and the game had them truly believing their final deaths were permanent. Lifers' Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Vacation type beat 😭😭😭💀💀💀
As for reactions, i know each time they came back from the games they were VERY freaked out and traumatized, and for a few months afterward they'd feel incredibly paranoid until it tapered off back into normalcy, only for it to eventually happen again. Rinse and repeat
Grian's own feelings were pretty much a mix of horror, guilt, and disgust at himself-- but also a little bit of relief for being able to feed properly for once. Which, ofc, recycled itself right back into the disgust and shame. Mans was not having a good time over here either
Dksnksndke okay thats kinda all ive got for you rn, hopefully i can come back to this soon and give you a FAR more detailed rundown of what happened, how it happened, and how that impacted everything going on in canon, but for rn thats all ive got 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CHEERS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVELY COMPLIMENTS!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
#shouting speaks#asks#hunger au#compliments#I TRIED SO HARD YOUR HONOR BUT NOT A LICK OF IT MADE SENSE#ABSOLUTELY ZERO COHERENCY IN THIS HOUSE RN#i'll for sure come back to this at some point bc i wanna write it out but oughhg#not todayy#and i wanted to thank u for the lovely comment u left i didnt want to leave you hanging any longer abt it 🥺🥺🥺🥺#srsly thank u it rlly made my day to see that comment❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#txt
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Love at first sight
Eddie Munson x reader
Request: idk if ur still asking but if u are could you maybe do an eddie x 70's stevie Nick's, fleetwood mac style vibe fem reader ???? I think their vibe would be so cool,,, like opposing a little bit but they fit really well together and almost like a rocker and hippie vibe idk what it would be about maybe like her going up to him at lunch and hes with hellfire or smth and they are kinda like 'oh,,, guess that makes sense' like the vibes but they get so soft around
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Summary: Being a quiet yet out there person Eddie begins to obsess over you, and so do you.
He first saw you when he's putting his campaign folder back into his locker, he glances at you through the side of his eye but ends up staring. You're wearing a loose, half tucked in blouse, with a long brown skirt, a sachel type bag, and a Walkman playing in your ears.
He tears his eyes away fast before you can send a glare his way after feeling his stare. You never hated Eddie, he always found ways to surprise you during lunch times, how he'd jump on the table and have little speeches, which either riled people up or made them weirded out. Either way, you found him intriguing.
His rings, and the same Hellfire shirt he wore almost everyday, and his hair, oh my God his hair. But you tried not to get too caught up about it, you've never had the best luck with the boys at your school. You normally kept to yourself and since your style was different from all the preppy girls at the school you were mocked for it by the basketball team and sometimes the cheerleaders, but you never cared. It's not like it mattered.
But after that moment in the hallway you found yourself being more interested in him, you weren't a D&D person so it's not like you were about to ask questions about Hellfire just to spend more time with him. Then you had the brilliant idea to write him a note instead. That'd be the right thing to do right?
It's better than asking him out loud if he wanted to hang out with you then getting turned down, then being utterly humiliated for the rest of your life. Then you pull out a piece of paper and your pencil and start to write.
'Hey, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out. You don't have to, I'm not going to do one of those cheesy ass 'yes' or 'no' type things, but if you wanted to, I'm going to that one table in the woods, if you don't want to you can stand me up. It's fine either way. -Y/N'
You thought that was good enough, you fold it up and wait for the bell to ring for next period so you don't have to walk infront of everybody in the cafeteria.
A good 5 minutes later the bell rings, you go to throw away your trash and then rush to his table where they all are starting to get up. You tap his shoulder to catch his attention, when he turns to look at you he doesn't say anything, just stares. His friends are staring at you too. You hand him the note, "Don't read it now, you have nosey ass friends." You chuckle under your breath and then walk away.
"Not going to lie, I saw this pairing coming." Mike says. Dustin smiles at him, "Honestly, I did too." Her replies to Mike. Both of them not daring to look at Eddie because he's most likely giving them a death stare.
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Your sitting on the top of the of the table, finishing up your book, when you finish the last couple pages you have left you check your watch. 'It's been like 15 minutes. He was probably just judging me, I took it in the wrong way.' You think, kind of upset about this outcome.
When you start to get up Eddie rushes into the secluded area, "Sorry I'm late, I got held up with my last class. You're lucky I don't have a campaign tonight." He says to while going to sit at the table. "You're fine." You tell him.
This is more awkward than you thought it'd be. He glances at you, "So..did you want to talk to me or something?" He asks you, sitting up from his laid back position. "I don't know, you've just peaked my interest lately." You respond, grinning at him. His cheeks flush a little but you pretend not to notice.
He gains a bit of confidence, "If it makes you feel better M'Lady, I've also taken quite a liking to you." He admits to you sliding closer to you, his arms crossed. You look at him smiling at his words. Not knowing what else to do, you pull him in for a kiss.
He's shocked a bit at first, but accepts it. Lips moving together perfectly. He pulls away so he can pepper kisses on your jaw and your forehead. He leans back to take you in for a minute, "How would you feel if I take you out on a proper date, princess?"
The request with the nick name makes you want to melt, "I think that's an amazing idea." You agree, putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss.
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You guys are now the new power couple at Hawkins High, second to Jason and Chrissy of course. You make him listen to your Fleetwood Mac records, he hated it at first because it obviously wasn't his type of genre but you eventually got him obsessed.
Making him crystal necklaces that he wear around his neck religiously. His friends love it, they've never told him that, but they think it alot when the two of you are hanging out.
You somehow match his aura perfectly, making him soft towards you. His uncle loves you. Knowing you were the just right thing that Eddie needed, what Eddie was missing.
And Eddie couldn't agree more.
The idea/request is from @lydiascottage !!
Tysm for this idea, I hope I did it a way you like, again thanks sm for the idea!
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Welcome to Camp Half Blood Part 3
Part 2
Summary: Y/n is a newly discovered demigod who finds out she is destined to be as great as her older brother… Percy Jackson.
Warnings: None
By the time I finished, it was 6:30am and the sun was coming up. I knew I was screwed because I had no sleep and had to be up and getting ready now.
I ran to the cabin with my laptop, folder, and pencil and by the time I got there, Percy was up and about to leave the cabin to look for me. “Where were you? I was getting worried” Percy asked and I responded “I couldn’t sleep so I went out of the cabin so I wouldn’t disturb you guys.”
He continued “What were you doing?” “Just going on my laptop” i replied vaguely. “Then why do you have a folder and a pencil?” Percy asked curiously as I went to put down the pencil and said “nothing.”
Percy grabbed the folder out of my hands and opened it to see a picture of him. Becoming even more curious, Percy went through the rest of the pictures to see 2 pictures of everyone; old and new friends, and my birthmom.
“Oh my god Y/n! These are really good” he said astonishly. I put them all back in the folder and closed it and hid it from him and replied shyly “they aren’t that good. They’re traced. I could never actually draw something that good.”
“They ARE good Y/n! Now go get dressed. We have a quest to do” Percy said reassuringly and I replied “ok.” I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.
When I came back out, Percy, Tyson, and Leo were ready to go but I still needed to pack a bag. I quickly packed a backpack with extra clothes and water bottles and anything I thought was important.
Once I was ready, the four of us went to go meet the others at breakfast to grab same food before heading off on the quest. “What took you guys so long? We have to leave before 7:30 or we’ll be behind schedule” Annabeth asked Percy pulling him intoa hug and gesturing for him to sit next to her.
“Packing took a little bit longer than I thought.” Percy paused and looked over at Y/n. “I was helping make sure Tyson had everything he would need” he responded, covering for me.
Annabeth noticed the glance between Percy and I and put 2-in-2 together. “Ok guys, if you haven’t ate yet, grab something quickly but we need to start heading to the ship” she announced slightly annoyed.
I quickly grabbed a bagel and cream cheese and wrapped it up in a paper towel and stuck it in my bag. Percy quickly ran off after Annabeth to apologize more for being late. I noticed Tyson was still sitting alone at the table eating so I helped him pack his food to go and we rejoined the others.
“Y/n, be real with me. Why were you guys late?” Julian asked out of earshot of the others. “I didn’t sleep last night so I went out to the dining hall and was tracing stuff off of my laptop and made it back to the cabin late” I replied.
“You really know how to make a first impression” he responded jokingly. “Yeah, yeah. Annabeth seems to like me alot” I stated sarcastically. “So, I see Jason has a crush on you. Do you like…” Julian started and I intervened “Julian, we’re not talking about this.”
“Oh, come on. Where’s the fun in that” he replied. “If you must know, he's cute yeah but I don’t like his vibe” I responded reluctantly. “Yeah, definitely not your type” he added.
“Do you have your eye on anyone else?” Julian continued. “And we’re done with this conversation” I replied while looking over at Leo. Julian caught my glance and said “Omg you like…” and I cut him off yelling “Shut up!”
“The ship should be right over there” Leo said while pointing, ending me and Julian’s conversation. Everyone started heading in the direction Leo pointed as Jason waited to join the back of the group with me.
“So Y/n, you got a boyfriend back home?” Jason asked me while smirking. “No, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment” I reply quickly, not interested in the conversation. “Do you have your eye on anyone here at camp?” he continued. I brushed him off once I noticed that we arrived at the ship.
“Here she is!” Leo said excitedly. We all took in the ship and its beauty. Leo showed us around the ship and we sailed off to Rome to meet Nico.
It would take about a week or two to get to Rome and find Nico. It was going to be a long day with nothing to do so I decided, since I am a child of Poseidon, why don’t I go into the ocean to see all the sealife.
So I started taking off my shoes and Percy looked at me and said “Y/n, what are you doing?” “Might as well go for a swim because there’s nothing better to do” I replied grinning.
“How will you keep up with the boat?” he asked worringly. “I will find a way” I reassured. And with that, I jumped off the boat and into the water.
Of course I didn’t think ahead and it started getting cold but I adjusted to the temperature after a while. I dived under the water and was looking at all the fish, dolphins, and whales, until a huge shark started coming towards me.
I started panicked and decided to swim up and the shark started catching up with me. Percy sensed that I was in trouble so he was about to jump in after me until Jason jumped out of the boat and started flying towards me.
By the time he reached me, the shark was only 5ft away. Jason grabbed me and flew straight up 15ft to make sure the shark couldn’t reach us and then flew us towards the boat.
When we reached the boat and Jason put me on it, Percy looked at me unamused and said “told you this wasn’t a good idea! You almost got eaten by a shark!” and I said “the key word is almost.”
Percy gave me a disappointed look and glared at Jason before heading inside the boat. “That was a close one. You were lucky I was here to save you” Jason said with a big grin. “Thank you for your help but I had it” I replied sharply, not in the mood for him.
Julian came up to me and ask “What was all that about?” “I don’t know. Percy seemed really disappointed in me.” I responded. “Hey, just give him some time. You’ll be ok” he reassured me.
He continued “Come find me if you need anything.” “I will, I just kinda want to be alone rn” I said sadly.
I just sat there in silence thinking about what happened earlier until the day started to end and everyone fell asleep but me again. For some reason I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to stay up and protect everyone while they slept.
I noticed that Leo was still up too, so I walked over to join him and said “you could sleep if you want. I can keep watch.” “I can’t sleep either and plus I have to captain the ship so I have to stay awake” he replied. I responded “ok, I’ll leave you to it” but Leo stopped me before I could leave.
“Hey, do you wanna talk about what happened earlier? I don’t know what’s going on between Jason and Percy but it’s pretty obvious something is up” Leo asked.
“Yeah I don’t know. Julian thinks it’s because Jason has a crush on me or something and Percy is acting like and overprotected older brother” I responded laughing it off.
“Yeah I picked up on that too. Do you like Jason?” Leo asked boldly. Taken back I replied “No, he’s not really my type. He gives off jock vibes and that’s not for me.”
“Oh ok” Leo replied secretly relived by my response. “What is your type?” he continued. “I usually like the more quiet and shy kind of guys because I guess I can relate with them. I don’t really know.” I reply shyly.
“Good to know. You should really get some sleep, I’ll keep watch” Leo insisted. “I’m not really tired. I could stay up and keep you company” I replied.
Leo nodded in agreement. And with that, we sat in silence for the rest of the night.
Author’s Note:
Hey guys! I hope you liked part 3 of Welcome to Camp Half Blood! What’s going on between Percy and Y/n? Will they move past their fight? Will it spark some tension between Annabeth and Y/n? Who will Y/n end up with? Let me know what you think!
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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War and Peace
Book: Open Heart, Book 2, Chapter 13
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)
Rating: General
Warning: This fic contains several metaphors related to war, bombs, and explosives. It may be triggering to those sensitive to that imagery.
Category: Angsty Fluff
Word count: 3K
Summary: Sawyer is overwhelmed when she returns to Edenbrook for the first time after the attack and Ethan struggles with his emotions when Louise ends up in the E.R. (CH13 Rewrite)
A/N: This is the first fic that I ever attempted to write. It has been sitting in my WIP folder ⅔ complete for quite some time and I am so happy to finally finish it. There’s also a pretty good chance I’m on an FBI watchlist now after some of the Google searches I did for this one.😝
The charges had been set. Anyone who wandered into this field would most certainly succumb to injury. And it wasn’t long before the first mine was tripped.
“I have to get back to work.”
“That was your mom, Ethan. She nearly died. You can take a minute. It’s okay–”
“No it isn’t. There are patients that need me much more than she does.”
The blowback from the door slamming stunned her and with the firefight continuing on the other side, Sawyer sheltered in the dimly lit on-call room.
“Dr. Ramsey!” the nurse shouted, “I was just about to page you. There’s a patient in the E.R. requesting to speak with you.”
“I don’t have any patients in that unit. Have another doctor follow up,” he said gruffly as he continued to walk down the hall in the opposite direction.
“But she says she’s your moth-"
He abruptly cut her off while spinning around to face her. “I don’t give a damn what she said! I told you to find someone else!”
Turning on his heel he stormed off as the blast wave rippled to all in the detonation zone causing shock and horror.
Ethan climbed the emergency stairs to the fifth floor. “God dammit!” he shouted as he paused on the landing. Placing both hands on the wall, he hung his head and took a couple deep breaths before pushing himself off and exiting onto the floor.
Rage permeated from him as he stormed down the hall to his office. Passersby took cautious steps not wanting to wander into enemy territory. All but the oblivious intern who ignored their silent waves of warning. With a flashbang, the chart Dr. Garrison thrust toward Ethan flew like shrapnel into the air.
Finally making it to his safe house, he slammed the door and let out a shuddering sigh of relief to be alone at last.
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Having surveyed some of the destruction, Naveen approached the door to Ethan’s office. Demonstrating true bravery, he didn’t wait for an invitation to enter, taking a seat across from his mentee.
“Do you need something?” Ethan asked, annoyed and not looking up from his computer.
“I came to ask you that question. I understand your mother was brought to the E.R. earlier today. I’m so sorry, that must have been quite the shock.”
Eyes still trained on the screen, Ethan avoided Naveen’s worrisome gaze. “Naveen, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not in the mood to discuss this,” he said. Forcing his eyes closed for a moment, “I… can’t right now.”
“I understand, son. I know you well enough to not force it. And you know if there is anything I can help with-"
“I know,” Ethan interjected.
“Good. Now, there was another reason I came to visit. I heard Sawyer was here today,” Naveen smiled.
“Yes, she brought her landlord to the clinic,” Ethan stated, still avoiding eye contact.
“How’s she doing? Is she still around? I’d like to say a proper hello.”
“Uh… I’m not sure,” he said ashamedly.
Naveen didn’t miss the subtle change as Ethan’s demeanor shifted from irritation to guilt.
“Does Sawyer know about Louise?”
“Yes. She was with me in the E.R.”
Naveen noticed a slight wince.
“Hmm, why does it feel like you are leaving out an important piece of information?”
Ethan groaned deeply and leaned back in his chair. “Only that I’m an asshole,” he mumbled, tilting his face up toward the ceiling.
“Yes, that is what most people are calling you after the incidents with Nurse Sara and Dr. Garrison this morning.” With an exasperated sigh Naveen continued. “Please don't tell me you blew up on Sawyer too.”
“She followed me when I left the E.R. She wanted to talk about it and I didn’t. I lost my temper and stormed off. I let the door slam in her face.”
“Ethan, you experienced something traumatic today and you are entitled to your feelings. But don’t misdirect your anger, son, especially to those who care deeply for you. Sawyer’s already in such a fragile state. You and I both know she only wanted to make sure you were okay, and be there to support you, as you have done for her,” Naveen admonished.
“I know,” he said frustrated, getting a disappointed look from his mentor. “I’m sorry. I know.”
“It’s not me you need to apologize to.”
When Ethan didn’t respond, Naveen pressed on, “She’s not your mother, Ethan, don’t push her away. You’ve given her plenty of opportunity to move on, but she’s remained by your side. You need to trust her.”
“I do trust her,” Ethan countered.
“With your secrets, and perhaps even with your life, but you need to trust her with your heart too.”
Ethan took a deep breath and nodded, silently acknowledging his mentor’s advice.
“Well then...” Naveen clapped his hands together and stood, “I don’t think I have to tell you to clean up the rest of your mess later. And if you see my grand-mentee, tell her to come find me. There is so much gossip I need to catch her up on.”
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The steady ticking in her chest began the moment she decided to accompany Farley to the free clinic. As the day wore on, the ticks grew louder with each of her interactions. First with Ethan and Louise, then Esme and Levi. Butting heads with Sienna over her treatment of Mitch, signaled the final countdown.
She could try to disarm this bomb by cutting one of the wires. The right one would mean safety in the arms of the man who’s been at her side these past few weeks. The only one who knows what she needs to avoid the impending disaster. The wrong one, however, would mean game over. Chewing on her thumbnail, she considered the possible outcomes. Given Ethan’s current volatility, it was just too great a risk to go to him. Instead she would find a place where this bomb could detonate with minimal casualties. With time running out, she headed toward the lab to see if she could expedite the test results for her only patient.
A short while later, having updated Farley on his lab work and course of treatment, Sawyer made her way to the nurses’ station to drop off his chart. Scribbling notes as she walked, she paused momentarily to sign the paperwork. As she looked up, her eyes fell to the window of an all too familiar room. The ticking that plagued her throughout the day suddenly stopped, followed by an eerie moment of silence before… BOOM!
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Naveen stood at the nurses’ station. As he listened to Maureen share the latest details about Dr. Wen’s bitter divorce, he noticed Sawyer from the corner of his eye. His excitement to greet her immediately turned to concern.
“Excuse me for one moment, Maureen,” he interrupted, pausing their conversation.
Frozen in place, and eyes locked on the view in front of her, Naveen watched Sawyer’s chest rise and fall as if she had just finished running a marathon. It didn’t take but a second to realize what drew her gaze. She stared through the window into the patient room previously used by the diagnostics team. The room.
As if she were taking enemy fire to the chest, she took several stumbling steps backward until her shoulders hit the wall, sliding slowly down to the ground.
Naveen walked urgently in Sawyer’s direction with Maureen in tow.
Like a wounded soldier, Sawyer was slumped against the wall. The color in her face ashen, eyes frozen, pupils dilated and sweat beading at her hairline. A trembling hand clutched the blue fabric over her heart.
Before kneeling down at her side, Naveen whispered to Maureen. “Go find Ethan. I think he’s still in his office.”
Maureen nodded and hurried down the hall.
“Oh my dear girl, it’s okay. You’re safe,” he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I… I ca-can’t… br-eathe,” she panted, “my… ch-ch-chest… h-hurts.”
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The battering ram at his door immediately put him on the defensive.
“Dr. Ramsey?”
“This better be an emergency,” he hollered.
“It is,” she called back.
Ethan cracked the door open to see Maureen’s eye focused down the hall.
“What is it?” he demanded, poking his head out the door to see what held her attention.
“It’s Dr. Brooks. Come quick.”
Suddenly on a rescue mission, Ethan’s long and purposeful strides carried him to the opposite end of the hall in an instant. Providing cover, and intent on getting her to safety, he pushed past the nurses and interns that were now crowded around.
“There’s no show here. Get back to work!” he shouted, squatting down to her level.
“Sawyer?” He gave her a moment to react before trying again. “Sawyer, look at me.”
Shell shocked, she couldn’t register anything but the frustrated demand of someone still upset with her earlier meddling, and upset now for not being able to control her emotions in public. So she hid her eyes in her hands and postured her body away from him.
Not realizing he was on the same side of this fight, she fired her shot. “Please…go…awaaay,” she cried out.
Wounded, he looked desperately to Naveen.
The older doctor politely gestured for Ethan to take a step back.
“Sawyer, take my hand… that’s it… now take a deep breath… that’s a girl… and another,” Naveen encouraged.
Nursing his wound from the sideline, Ethan anxiously tapped his foot and combed his fingers through his hair. It took all his restraint not to force his way in, scoop her up, and carry her somewhere safe.
Naveen and Maureen eventually helped her stand and walked her to a nearby patient room. Maureen drew the blinds, as Naveen helped her settle onto the bed.
“I’m sorry,” Sawyer whispered.
He held her hand and looked into her bloodshot eyes. “Don’t you dare apologize. You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me?”
As Naveen checked her vitals, he noticed how her eyes drifted to the open door where Ethan paced back and forth. “He’s very worried about you.”
“No,” she shook her head, “he’s angry with me, and I really can’t handle that right now.”
“Oh my dear, I promise you he’s not,” he assured, offering her some tissues. “He told me about how he treated you this morning. He is not angry with you. Not at all. He was angry about Louise and unfairly took it out on you, and I nearly knocked him upside the head for it...”
A small laugh escaped as she wiped her nose.
“But I didn’t because he was already beating himself up far more than I ever could. He knows he was wrong and needs to apologize.”
She looked into the hall again. Ethan leaned against the wall with his head tilted up to the ceiling, a worrisome expression on his face. Naveen followed her gaze again.
“He was like this the night we thought we were going to lose you. He's scared, Sawyer. He needs to know you’re okay.”
Ethan stood in the hall feeling like a prisoner of war. He kept glancing into the room hoping that Naveen would negotiate a release and that Sawyer would finally spare him of this torture.
Deciding to wave the white flag, “Would you ask him to come in, Naveen?” she asked.
“Of course, dear. I’ll give you two some time alone, but I’ll be just down the hall. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”
Naveen walked into the hallway. He shared a few quiet words with Ethan, squeezing his arm in support before walking away.
As Ethan cautiously entered the room, their eyes met, both glistening with unshed tears. Sawyer held out her hand to encourage him to come closer.
Responding quickly, Ethan took a couple steps to the side of the bed and grasped her hand tightly.
Sawyer pulled him down into a tight hug, tears of relief soaking his cheek and shirt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling back to assess her condition.
She nodded, a few more tears escaping.
As Ethan wiped them away from her cheek, he practically begged, “What can I do?”
Sawyer scooted over and patted the side of the bed. “Will you lie down with me?”
Ethan took his place, cradling her in his arms just as he did that gut-wrenching night a few weeks ago. He waited until her heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm and the tension in her muscles relaxed. “Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asked.
“I only meant to bring my landlord to the clinic and then leave. It was just supposed to be a quick in-and-out. I thought I could soldier through. But then Farley was admitted, and your mom was brought in, and my intern…” she trailed off.
“And of course, you were thinking more about everyone else than yourself,” Ethan thought to himself as he stroked her hair.
“I started to feel really anxious and that I should go home, and I was on my way out, but then I found myself in front of that room. And the flashbacks were so…” she shook her head. “I-I couldn’t move… or breathe," her voice trembled. “It felt like it was happening all over again.”
Ethan couldn’t possibly hold her closer, but he tried anyway. “You’re safe. It’s all over now,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ll always be safe with me, Rookie.”
Sawyer choked back a sob knowing he spoke the truth. After a moment of lying quietly in each other’s arms, she murmured into his chest. “I’m sorry, Ethan.”
“What on earth do you have to be sorry for?”
“For telling you to go away, for shutting you out. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. I thought you were still mad at me for pushing you to talk about your mom. And I’m sorry for making a scene out there, I didn’t mean to add to your burdens today.”
“First of all, I deserved it. I’m the one who shut you out. Quite literally when I walked out of the on-call room and let the door slam shut. Second, I don’t give a shit about any scene. The only thing I care about is that you’re okay.”
He lifted her chin until he could look her in the eye. "Sawyer, I am the one that needs to apologize. Not you. I feel terrible that my behavior contributed to your anxiety. This thing with Louise caught me off guard. I'm sorry for taking my frustrations out on you. You of all people didn't deserve it. I was never angry with you. I acted like a... what was it you called me that one time?”
She allowed herself a quiet laugh recalling the memory. “A diva.”
“Yes,” he chuckled before resuming a more serious tone. “I’m sorry for being guarded earlier. It’s not my intention to shut you out, Soe. It’s just what I’ve been used to. It’s not an excuse, but after Louise left, I took care of myself. I didn’t want to rely on anyone for anything. No expectations, no disappointment. I guess it’s a hard habit to break after twenty-five years.”
Taking his hand, she weaved her fingers with his and smiled up at him. “If you show me your battle scars, I’ll show you mine.” Then speaking softly, “You know you can trust me, right?”
“I know. And, I do. I promise I’ll be better. You deserve better," he answered.
Sawyer squeezed their joined hands. She was about to say something but stopped herself when she felt him swallow hard and sniff a couple times. Craning her neck back, she saw Ethan holding back tears. “Hey,” she said, waiting for him to turn and look at her, “what is it?”
As the emotional toll of the day finally caught up with him, Ethan exhaled deeply trying to keep composed. “This war that wages within me… you’ve seen the wreckage… and somehow you still manage to see the good parts too,” he quickly swept away a tear that threatened to fall from the corner of his eye. “It just overwhelms me the way you care… and after all that I’ve put you through, that you haven’t given up on me yet.”
With tears rolling down her own cheeks again, Sawyer replied, “I can say the same about you. I mean I’m already a pain in the ass, but since the attack I’ve been a complete mess. I’ve been clingy and needy because you make me feel so safe, and the only times I feel at peace are when you’re near. And I worry all the time that I’ve become this huge burden…” her voice cracked, “and that might make you go AWOL again.”
Ethan shook his head in disagreement. “Please don’t worry about such things, Soe. You are not a burden.” He took the sides of her face into his hands. “Listen, you and I both know I’ll probably do and say stupid things in the future that I’ll have to apologize for, but I promise you, I will never intentionally hurt you like that again.”
“And I can’t promise that things won’t be hard, or that we will always agree, or be on the same page. But, Ethan, I can promise that as long as you are trying, I’m staying.” Seeing the relief in his eyes, she offered him a loving smile. “So what do you say? Seal these promises with a kiss?”
Ethan wasted no time bringing her lips to his.
“Can I take you home? To my place that it is.”
“I’d like that.”
“Before we go, I need to track a couple people down and extend some peace offerings.”
“Okay.”
“If you don’t want to be alone, I can ask Naveen to come back. Or call Sienna?”
“Naveen, if he’s available. Tell him that I need for him to come and spill the tea.”
“O-kay,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“He’ll understand.”
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Steve/Peggy + mob AU for @captainjimothycarter
Rogers and Carter families have never shed blood, but they were rivals constantly tearing New York apart to ascertain power. There wasn’t a truce between them, only understanding that if one of their own spilt blood of the other clan, the war would drown the city in crimson. And neither wanted to rule a wasteland. However, when a new player starts circling around their empires like a vulture, head of mob families search for a solution. Virginia Potts, a brilliant mediator specializing in grey areas, offers a solution - not only joining forces, but merging two families irrevocably into one, unbeatable giant. What better way to soldify them than to have the heirs marry. Steve Rogers and Margaret Carter are both determined to take necessary means and though neither is thrilled with the prospect, they see it as simply a new contract. The fact that nearly two decades ago they were secret lovers, shouldn’t make any difference in this transaction. After all, it’s just business.
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“I’m glad you see the reason in this solution,” Pepper gathered all the signed papers into three folders. “Too many people follow emotions in a situation that requires cold calculation.”
“Maybe we’re both too bitter to care for pipe dreams of marrying for love,” Steve tapped the side of his coffee mug.
It was his second, Peggy noticed. No one drowned their nerves in coffee, and Rogers declined a glass of scotch. It had to be an addiction then. Better coffee than something else.
“We’re pragmatic.” Peggy lifted her own drink to her lips. “There are matters more important when you’re in our position. Union between our clans was going to happen, considering the circumstances. To have it be via a wedding band is merely a means to make it happen.”
Steve nodded along.
They were sitting on opposite sides of a long table, coming in as enemies, or, well, opponents. Given Pepper’s line of work, they were sides seeking for the golden middle in communication. Quite hilarious, since married couples often had major problems in that area.
“Now all you have to do is actually marry,” Pepper smiled at them and left. A practiced smile for her clients, Peggy assumed. She was neutral, not close to any side to be genuinely happy for a wedding.
Both Steve and Peggy’s fathers, as well their right hands, have left after Pepper, leaving Peggy and Steve in the conference room. A less romantic way to have future spouses have some privacy to share their joy of the engagement.
“We can have a wedding party, if you wish for it, but-” Steve started, but Peggy interrupted him -
“But the actual ceremony should be private. And soon.”
If they waited with organizing a wedding and the word about it got out, their enemies would quickly realize what sort of threat this union was to them. Some would take any means necessary to prevent the marriage; killing either Peggy or Steve, or both, was the best way.
If they marry in secret, the word about it will still shake the grounds, but not many would dare to aim at the already strengthened empire.
“I agree.” Peggy finished her drink. “I’m sure the party will happen anyway, at some point. My mother wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“She is known for her lavish parties. If we curate a guest list the right way, it may be a perfect opportunity to start on the offense against White.” Steve pointed out.
“Fine with me,” Peggy shrugged. “Let’s use my mother’s talents. God knows I’m not going to be organizing any parties.”
She had a whole array of ball gowns, and knew how to fake a smile at politicians, but Peggy preferred other methods of manipulating people and doing business. In an office, or at least a good restaurant; not spending hours in high heels and exchanging meaningless gossip.
“No dreams about your perfect wedding?” Steve cocked his head to the side.
There was no mockery in his tone. He seemed simply curious.
It was a trait he always possessed. At least seventeen years ago when Peggy had a chance to meet Steve closely. Time changes people. Their lifestyle definitely changes people. But some things never changed.
“Saab’s wedding dress. Cupcakes instead of a cake. Pink champagne. And leaving the party before ten pm, because I prefer being cozy in bed than suffer a sleepless night.” Peggy recited without a beat. “But neither of those will happen, if my mother has a say in it.”
Peggy knew her mother would insist on a custom designed dress, a classic layered cake, the most expensive (and most disgusting) wine, as well Peggy’s attendance at least to midnight.
Steve narrowed his eyes.
“My wife is going to have anything she wishes,” he said firmly.
“You haven’t yet tried going against Amanda Carter,” Peggy smirked. She had to admit his little show of care, be it only to ascertain dominance, pleased her.
“No,” Steve shook his head and reciprocated with a smirk of his own. “It’s her who hasn't yet tried to go against me.”
“You always get what you want, Rogers?” Peggy arched her brow.
Steve wasn’t the type to be overly cocky. He knew his value and was confident, but didn’t flash it into people’s eyes, or act like an asshole just to prove he could. Peggy appreciated that.
Plus, since he was to be her husband, it was good to know she was going to share a house and a life with someone who isn’t completely insufferable.
“I do.” Steve’s reply was a simple statement of a fact.
Peggy was about to tease him, but was interrupted when Steve unexpectedly placed a medium sized black box on a table. He slid it her way.
“Engagement gift, of sorts.” He explained and leaned back in his chair.
He watched, with a glint in his eyes, as Peggy pulled the box closer to her. She glanced at him, frowning at his clearly smug look.
The box had no signs on it, only fine traces of shimmery patterns. For a second Peggy cringed at the thought of finding lingerie inside. Perhaps it was something a husband did for his wife, but they weren’t married yet and it would be, to say the least, inappropriate. She pushed that thought aside, because a move like that didn’t seem Rogers’ style.
Slowly, she opened it.
A crimson red bottle nestled on a cushion of white silk.
Peggy read the label. Held her breath. Then cursed.
“Cheeky bastard!” She huffed, dropping back in her chair and glaring at Steve.
He gave her a bottle of Tom Ford’s perfume. Not Peggy’s favorite, no. The name of the fragrance, however, was a direct hit.
Lost cherry.
To any prying eyes it wouldn’t mean a thing, only Peggy could understand what Steve implied with his gift. Or rather reminded her of.
Because she lost her virginity to him.
A secret they both kept from their families. They’ve been keeping it secret for the whole year which they spent sneaking around - rebellious young adults, who got as excited with each other’s company as they did with breaking the sacred rule of hating the enemy.
It wasn’t love. Their ways parted too easily as the reality of their worlds swallowed them. It was just a rush of adrenaline and lust. Best fuck she ever had, but not worthy losing her own head in the game.
When the idea of marriage was presented, Peggy spent a night or two remembering those times. If anything, she at least could count on good sex in her marriage.
Considering that Steve proved to still be a menace, some angry fucking was a given.
“I don’t know much about perfume,” Steve said, holding Peggy’s gaze as he licked his lips, “but it’s sweet and tart. Just like something else I remember.”
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The Joy of Parenting
Location // Characters: Aberdeen // Sofia and Craig
October 2004 - Sofia and Craig talk about their oldest son.
Status/Notes: finished / I love writing these two, and I love parent couples who are still very much in love with each other after years of being together!
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October 2004
Strong but gentle arms wrapped around her body from behind, and Sofia closed her eyes, leaning into the very familiar touch with a content smile and breathing in her husband's scent. Sun and salt water in his long hair, his favourite cologne as well as a hint of fresh wood - it was an illustrious scent she could never get enough of, even after twenty years.
"Let's go and eat out tonight, Sof, hm?" Craig murmured into her ear. Sofia could practically see his wide smile, without turning around, right in front of her inner eye.
"What?" she laughed.
"I want to take you out to dinner, dear and hard-working wife of mine."
"Where does that come from now?"
"Well, I feel much better than I did last week, I made a secret wish on my birthday… that is now not so secret anymore, mind you, and it's been ages since the last time we went out. You're always so busy saving animals-"
"He says like it's a bad thing-"
"-and I miss going out with you!"
"Well, our budget's been a bit tight after all, with all the repair work in our bathrooms, Ali's new sets of sports gear and Lance's latest school trips? Besides, we are also still saving up to support him through university." Sofia said, snuggling a little deeper into Craig's embrace, savouring the moment.
"And we always managed to put food on the table, too." Craig said. "We've always been doing just fine, Sof. I have an eye on our finances, too. You just worry too much."
"Nooo, I just prefer to keep my head out of the clouds, unlike a certain gentleman whom I happen to be very much into… despite his tendency to gloss over certain situations." she mocked, knowing that Craig would not take it personally. He never did.
"Have I ever met that bloke? Sounds like an idiot."
There we go.
"Briefly, I think. He's quite adorable, actually." Sofia giggled and lightly patted Craig's arms.
The gentle pats were their own little signal to let go of each other, any time they didn't exactly want to part but had to, and Sofia sure would have loved to lean into her husband for a little while longer, but the ice cream that was sitting at the bottom of one of the grocery bags on the counter was probably about to melt right in front of her eyes within the next few minutes and that was not at all why she had bought it.
Once Craig let go of her, she started unpacking the bags, handing him some of the items so he could store them away.
"Nah, seriously, Sof… what do you say?" Craig tried again, putting a package of spaghetti into the cupboard above him. "Hm? Just us tonight. We can drop Ali off at Finn's and, as far as I know, Lancie has plans, too."
"He does?"
"Heard him say somethin' earlier and from what I understood, he won't be home before ten or so."
"I love how he's only sixteen and just assumes that curfews are no longer a thing for him."
"He's a good kid, Sof."
"I know, I know."
Craig put away the two new boxes of Weetabix and leaned against the counter. A wide smile spread across his face. "So, what do you say? I could get a table at Humphrey's at six o'clock?"
"Hm, go on?"
"Then we should be done with dinner around eight, at the latest, and that still leaves enough time for me to get you home real quick and show you some of my finest woodwork, if you catch my drift."
Sofia groaned. "Dear god, Abbott, that's it, I'm going to hide that book about puns."
"So that's a no to my well-crafted plans?"
Sofia pursed her lips and thought about Craig's idea.
She actually had made plans to declutter her office tonight, to go through all the documents she had not had enough time to sort into their appropriate folders in the past few weeks, and after that she had looked forward to wind down in front of the TV with one of her favourite movies, "Gone With The Wind" (hence the ice cream), and go to bed early, to enjoy a night of peaceful sleep.
A date with her husband, however, with the outlook of some… woodwork, as he apparently liked to put it now, was all too tempting.
Between them both working full time and managing everyday life with two very lively sons, making room for some actual romance could be a challenge, and it really had been a while at this point. Neither Sofia nor Craig had liked that a whole lot.
Sofia decided that her office could probably wait another day or two.
"It's a yes." she smiled. "Stop referring to sex as woodwork, though, and you will get lucky tonight."
"It's a charming code word, though?" Craig hopped on the counter and made himself comfortable, snatching one of the shiny bags next to him, opening it and devouring a handful of crisps within seconds. "Any time the boysh are around and we talk about woodwork, they'd remain entirely cluelesh."
"Really?" Sofia raised an eyebrow. "Have you met your own sons?!"
"Well… at least Ali would be clueless, and he might remain so for a long time, now that his cute little mind revolves all around football."
"Let's just hope so."
Sofia sighed at the very unsettling thought of her youngest eventually growing up, too, and she had just put away a can of baked beans when another thought crossed her mind. She turned to her husband.
"So what is Lancie up to later?" she asked. "I haven't seen him all day, and, well… he never really talks to me anyway."
She did her best to make the last part sound like a casual statement, and she knew that it had never been personal either, but the way Lance felt mostly drawn to Craig still had potential to nag at her sometimes.
"I don't know, really. Think I heard him mention 'Diana', though."
"Dear god, no." Sofia let out another groan, losing composure for a second, despite trying not to, and leaning on the counter in frustration.
Next to her, her husband chuckled and helped himself to another handful of crisps. "You really don't like the little lass, eh?"
"I want to, Pooky, I really do. It's more that... I don't know, I just don't like the way she makes Lancie run after her. That's just not like him at all."
"Sof, he's sixteen. A damn teenager."
"So? Doesn't mean he can't have any standards?"
"You're cute. Do you really need me to spell out for you what he's after?"
"Craig!" Sofia moaned. "You're not helping."
"What? Most of us go through that awful phase, and trust me, it pains us more than it does you."
"And how would you know that?"
"Because you lassies know you're sweet and gorgeous, and intriguing, and that we're all into you no matter what, and you know we know it, and you can do whatever you want with that. Don't tell me you weren't a scheming little goddess at sixteen."
"I wasn't?!"
"I don't believe you at all." Craig laughed. "What I wanted to say, though... we usually come out of that phase as better, wiser people."
Sofia glanced to the side to where Craig was still sitting happily on the counter, his long legs dangling and his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as he was looking at his bag of crisps like it was his own, personal revelation. He, too, resembled a damn teenager in this very moment and it was one of the things she had always loved about her husband - life, no matter the circumstances, had never hardened him and she hoped it never would.
Her lips curled up into a smile. "Better, sure. Wiser however-"
"Hey, I managed to woo you!"
"I was young and very easy to impress." Sofia laughed.
"You were never easy to impress, Miss Thomson, I am really just that great." Craig pointed at himself with two thumbs, grinning like the gorgeous, confident fool he was, before he joined in laughing.
A few moments later, he shrugged and added: "Honestly, Sof, don't even worry. Besides, it's not like there's a whole lot that Lancie could do wrong, so let him do his thing, he'll be fine."
Sofia cocked her head.
It's not like there's a whole lot that Lancie could do wrong.
What a strange and out-of-the-blue statement that was. It sure sparked her curiosity, so she decided to address it.
"What do you mean, he can't do wrong?"
"You know what I mean. Our oldest isn't exactly set up for failure, right?"
"I don't even know how to answer that."
"Just think about it - has Lance ever done anything truly stupid? Name one thing!" Craig dared her, putting his bag of crisps away, before he jumped off the counter, proceeding to put the last few groceries to their designated places.
Sofia smirked and raised an eyebrow. "So you're tryin' to tell me that you already conveniently forgot how he snuck out to a party he wasn't allowed to go to last year?"
Her husband turned around, making a face. "Oh, that-"
"And didn't even manage to sneak back in, like he had planned? Instead he passed out drunk at some stranger's house and we called him about three hundred times, worried sick, before he gave a sign of life - the next afternoon."
Craig pressed his lips into a thin line, and he blinked. "Just, uh… name one other thing he fucked up."
Sofia laughed and gently tugged at the hem of her husband's sweater jacket. "Pooky, what are you even on about?"
"That party incident was merely a glitch, don't you think? What I'm saying is that our son is a force of nature. I'm so proud of him. I mean, he's good at everything he tries, it almost scares me."
Ah. The age old tale of the Golden Boy. Sofia looked down and bit her lip.
She had always loved how Craig had proved to be a devoted father. In spite of what everyone else had to say about their young relationship back in the days, he had done simply amazing right from the start and while there had been many voices trying to talk her out of 'settling for that silly lad', Sofia had always… known. Sure, Craig had been young, but even back then, in his very early twenties, she had sensed that hint of security about him. It was never about money, status and possessions, she could've had that plenty of times. Craig Abbott had the heart and soul that she had always looked for, to even think about starting a family. Craig had always seen her for her, and he wholeheartedly believed in the people he loved.
Sofia had always known that and not much had changed about it, but the past was the past and the present was right here, always waiting to be faced in whatever way necessary. And believing in loved ones was one thing. Putting them on a pedestal, however, was another.
"Lance is good at everything he does, that's true." Sofia nodded reluctantly and she let a few more moments pass before she went on. "And I'm beginning to wonder whether that's actually a good thing."
Craig put his hands on each side of her neck and gently caressed it with his thumbs. "That doesn't make any sense, love. How can that not be a good thing?"
"Because I'm not sure if I like the person he's becoming... because of that."
"Come on, Sof. What is that even supposed to mean?"
"Haven't you noticed how... reckless he has become? Inconsiderate? I mean... sometimes?"
"He's neither reckless nor inconsiderate, he's confident."
"Confidence is a good thing, I'd never complain about that. I don't know, Craig, it's the way he talks to his friends sometimes. His tone, his manners. Happens with Cal, mostly. You might want to listen a little closer the next time the two are talking."
Craig sighed. "I don't know... aren't you reading a bit too much into all of this?"
Sofia knew that her husband was not exactly trying to brush off her concerns or to invalidate her perception on purpose but it still angered her a little that he did not even try to think about it for a while longer, pretty much proving her point right on the spot.
"Perhaps I am." she shrugged. "I can't help but notice a little change, though. You keep encouraging him in a way that... I don't know." She sighed. "I don't know, Craig. There's just something I don't quite like about this."
"So what? Lance has figured some things out sooner than others, what's the big deal? Makes things easier for us! It's what I'm talking about after all, he's a bright one, and I still don't know how that's a bad thing."
"Because teenage years are exactly the time to fuck up. It's how we truly learn and grow. We make mistakes. We learn. We grow. All the time, on repeat. We need to experience those mistakes, to really feel the weight of them. That way, we learn how to reflect ourselves. How is Lance supposed to do that if no one is around to humble him every once in a while?"
"You want us to wear our own kid down?!"
"God, Craig, no!" Sofia groaned. "Of course not. All I want to say is… you might want to grant him a little more room to make mistakes. Because he will. He already has. Question the things he says. Look a little closer, just every once in a while."
"Who says I'm not doing that?"
"I'm not saying that it happens on purpose, but you aren't exactly- I mean, sometimes-" Sofia struggled to find the right words. "The way you talk about him sometimes, like he's already a fully fledged grown up friend of yours… it concerns me."
Craig pulled his eyebrows together and made a tiny step back. "But… why? I love him and I admire him. Why can't my son be my friend, too? How is my support wrong all of a sudden?"
"It's not wrong but… I don't know, Craig. And you know what, sometimes I can't help but ask myself whether you remember that we have another son."
"Hey, no. Just no! That's not fair, Sof." Her husband now let go of her entirely. He took another step back, crossing his arms in obvious defense, and shooting her a glance of disapproval. "You know I love Ali just as much!"
"Well, I can sure assume that, but does Ali know?"
"Sofia, what the fuck is this about? How did we go from dinner plans to me being on family trial, what did I even do?"
Sofia looked down and shook her head. Damn. That was not at all how she had meant for her concerns to come out. She made a step forward and gently squeezed her husband's upper arms and she knew she was not exactly acting reasonable right now, but acting reasonable could be so hard when the subject of debate was her children. Her still-so-very-young sons.
She had to let Craig know that this was still an eye-to-eye discussion.
"Look, I'm sorry, Pooky." she said, stroking his arms. "You are definitely not on trial, and I am not trying to hurt you here, but… sometimes I can't shake off the feeling that you're..."
Doing more harm than good. No, way too harsh. And not quite true either. Sofia pondered her choice of words carefully.
"... that you're putting Lancie in a position he is not at all ready to be in. You may see a force of nature but he is still a boy, Craig."
"Are you… are you tryin' to tell me that I love my son too much?"
"No. No, Craig, that is absolutely not what I'm trying to tell you." Sofia shook her head. "I love the way you love him, alright? I'm just a wee bit worried you might be putting more pressure on him sometimes than what is good for him, without you even realising. You know how you get carried away at times-"
"I'm not putting any pressure on him!"
"Craig-"
"It's not like I expect him to do any of the things he does? I never expected him to master "Painkiller" on the drums at only fourteen, I never expected him to do that well in school and I sure don't expect him to go to med school. It is what he wants, Sof, it's all him! He is the driving force in his own life, he has always been."
"I know that!"
"So what are we even arguing about?!"
"We're not arguing!"
"No? Because it feels like that to me!"
"We're not! I just happen to know that Lance looks up to you. He looks up to you so much, and it might not appear like that to you but he wants your approval. He wants you to think high of him. I know my son, too. He might favour you and he might not even be aware of all the things I just said, but I can see it."
"If it was me he looks up to, he would strive to become a rockstar and hedonist."
"Craig." Sofia breathed out in mild exhaustion and she rested her forehead against her husband's chest.
"The doctor thing is cool, too, though." Craig said after a few moments, offering a tone so soft now that Sofia instantly knew that she had him back on her side, right where he belonged. Craig put his arms around her once more and gently rested his head on hers. This felt good. They stood like that for a while until Sofia felt ready to speak again.
"All I want to say is… try and look behind the facade at times. Be gentle with him." she murmured. "After all, this world won't always be. He might be more fragile than both of you think."
"I am gentle with him. He doesn't care for it all that much."
"I'm not telling you to coddle him. I just- I need to be sure you have his back, even when he messes up."
"Why would you even question that?" Craig asked, unusually timid, stroking her hair while he was still gently rocking her in his arms.
"I know you think he can't do anything wrong but... just play pretend for a moment." Sofia pulled out of his embrace, not much, but just far enough so she could look up into his face. "Assume that Lance does something really stupid... will you be there for him? Will he have your unconditional love and support, even when he's not the amazing self you admire so much? Even when he makes loving him very hard?"
"Sofia-"
"I just need to know, Craig. Please."
Her husband took a deep breath, and he also took his time before he answered.
"Sofia, I will always love him, no matter what he does. And I will always be there for him, too. Even when he messes up. Even when he messes up bad. It... it hurts that I have to spell it out like that."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm having a moment. It's been quite a week, I'm letting it all out on you and I'm so sorry."
"It's all good, love, but you need to tell me what this is really about."
Sofia pondered the question. "I don't know. Sometimes I hate seeing him grow up so fast. Love it, too. But mostly hate it these days. The world is scary, and I keep wondering whether we're giving our sons enough-"
"Shhh. Hey. Our sons have great parents, trust me. They will be fine."
"Why can't I be the funny and gorgeous, happy-go-lucky half of this relationship at times?"
"Because you're perfect the way you are, and no one wants you any other way. And I get that you're thinking about these things, Sof, I really do. I think about it, too. But our sons growing up is the way things are supposed to be, and we may not always like it but neither you nor I can change it. All we can do is watch them live in the moment."
"I know." Sofia sighed. "Wow, that was one hell of a speech, I just remembered again why I love you."
"I told you I'm just that great!" Craig smirked down at her, earning himself a light punch to his upper arm but it only made him laugh and pull her a little closer again. "It'll be alright, love, Lancie still has us. And just to assure you once more - I'll be around to catch him the second he falls. I promise."
Sofia nodded. "Alright, good. I'm sorry, Pooky... can't promise it won't happen again but I'm done being a crazy mother hen for now."
"As long as you always end up telling me what's on your mind, I'm fine with you acting a little crazy at times."
Sofia let out a little laugh and gave her husband another little squeeze.
"Are we good?" Craig asked, kissing the top of her head.
"We're always good." she assured him and stood up on her toes to kiss him. "I meant what I said earlier, though."
"Hm?"
"I know you love him. Of course you do, but please make some room for Ali, too. It won't hurt. He needs his father just as much, if not more. I mean, you have already established that Lance is a force of nature so I think you can let him run free sometimes."
"That coming from you, right after your crazy mother hen meltdown?"
"Arsehole."
Craig let out a hearty laugh. "I promise I'll make room for my little Ali. Of course I will. He'll be fed up with me soon enough."
"You don't need to suffocate him?!" Sofia scoffed. "Just... pay a little attention to him, he's really sweet and entertaining, actually."
"I know he is, and now that I think of it... the prospect of having an entire lifetime of pestering both my sons to pure and utter exhaustion ahead of me... it's pretty great!"
"Oh god." Sofia groaned and rolled her eyes, but she did it with an honest smile. It felt so good to let it all out every once in a while, and another thing she loved about her husband was that he always had a way of making her feel better.
"Honestly, I live for that!" Craig added, a mischievous little spark in his eyes. "For now, though... how about we both finally enjoy the prospect of going out to dinner later?"
"Sounds great to me!"
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Thess vs IT Bullshit
I'm really hoping that today was the result of the universe getting my usual "Thursdays Are Bullshit" thing done a little early this week because of how important tomorrow actually is for me. I could accept that if it means that I get a smooth, hassle-free booking of my autograph slots at MCM tomorrow afternoon...
So today, apparently we added a new hospital to our dictation software, and everything was fucked. Here are just a few of the bits of bullshit I encountered over the course of the day, on top of the scam call that woke me up earlier than I wanted to be after an already fitful sleep:
First off - couldn't drag a chunk of typing into my own personal folder. Every time I did, it magically vanished and reappeared in the main queue. So I had to basically just type whatever was at the top of the queue every time. Which ... well, you know what Temp's like. (Thank the gods for Milady, is all I'll say.) Of course, the problem there is what happens when we're all trying to grab the bit of typing at the top of the queue at the same time (the word you are looking for to describe that is "clusterfuck").
When I was trying to figure out where the typing I'd pulled into my personal folder had vanished off to, I checked the archives. Happened to notice a few things in there that hadn't been typed. So when I flagged that up in the growing email chain about the mess the addition of the new hospital to our dictation software caused, the IT guy pulled everything labelled as "Transcription Pending" out of the archive and back into the main queue. Suddenly the queue is 300-odd dictations long, so basically doubled.
I then proceeded to notice that when we finish typing the dictation and click "Finished" ... the software doesn't switch it to "Transcription Completed". It just sits there in the archives as "Transcription Pending". So most of the ones that the IT guy put back into the main queue had already been typed, so it was a matter of digging out which ones had and which ones hadn't been typed, which as you can imagine was a fucking nightmare. (Scruffman then turned to IT Guy and went, "That was a really bad call because you have stressed out all the secretaries; next time, just stick them in my queue and I'll sort out which have been typed and which haven't". I have no idea if they're going to solve the fact that transcriptions aren't marked as finished when they're ... you know, finished.
Also it turns out that the reason there were untyped reports in the archives is because some genius decided that a copy of a piece of dictation should go into the archives before it's been typed. This is counterintuitive as fuck to me, but hey. Also we don't each have individual archive folders anymore, which makes it even harder to find something we maybe hit "Finish" on by mistake. (It can be easy to do - the button for "Finish" is at the top of the foot pedal, right over the spot you press for "Play", so...)
Then I ended up doing a lot of the typing for the new junior doctors, because of course I did - they were the long ones. One guy had messed up his microphone connection and was halfway across the room from the built-in microphone in his monitor so I had to try to type up things he was saying from halfway across the room when something very near the microphone was making this ... not loud, exactly, but heavy *THOOMP THOOMP THOOMP* noise that I could actually feel through my in-ear headphones (great for someone with chronic migraine, right?). I think it was music because it sounded like a rave with the treble turned down all the way. Anyway, he also cut out a significant chunk of the block key by mistake and I had to dig up contact details for this guy when I only had a first initial and a fairly common last name to go on. Thankfully, I got it right first try, but it was more bullshit I did not need.
Another junior doctor produced a twelve-minute long monstrosity but it was actually only maybe half that, because the junior doctor kept recording through the general faff he was doing with the specimen. This on top of rewriting half the actual report in the middle of and immediately after finishing the block key.
He was not the only one to keep recording when unnecessary, by the way. At least the other one only left it for three minutes instead of, like, six.
All I wanted to do with today was throw together some tuna broccoli pasta, have a nice meal, and indulge in some more Baldur's Gate 3 as a way of distracting from the vibrating anxiety I am feeling over having to book eight autograph slots that are going to be fought over like starving dogs fight over scraps. (Effectively I'm going to be hovering over that site at five minutes to three in anticipation of the autograph slots going on sale, and if work doesn't like it, work can suck it; I'm allowed breaks.) However, now the migraine is growing to epic proportions and the stress is causing a fibro flare and both are giving me vertigo and I can't tell whether the nausea and the dizzy is the vertigo or the fact that I haven't eaten much of anything today.
...What, you think I had time for lunch in all this? I took some breaks, sure, but none long enough to stuff a sandwich into my face. I had two cups of coffee and a nectarine.
So basically ... underslept and tired, stressed and aggravated, nauseous and pain-wracked, probably hungry but not really sure, and in no mood to do anything but whimper, really.
......I guess that's one way to distract from autograph booking anxiety...
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Are You Okay?
A/N: Okay, so I don’t usually write angst (I’m more of a fluffy, happy ending kind of gal). However, Tumblr’s 31 Days of Angst Challenge gave me pause to reconsider as I read some of the angst-ridden fics. I was going through my Drafts folder and came across this story; it lay there dormant for I don’t know how long because I was uncertain about whether I would ever finish or post it. Then I saw that Day One of the angst challenge had Grief as the theme/subject and decided to give it a go (this just about killed me to write, so I’m pretty sure it’s the only one I’ll post, so I hope it’s okay).
Warning: child’s death.
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Beca doesn’t know who made the first move, but she found the woman slowly moving closer, and Beca didn’t pull back. Then, just as their lips were mere centimeters apart, Beca came to her senses and jerked back, knocking over the chair as she stood.
“Oh, my God!” Beca said, putting her fingers to her mouth. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this. I must be drunker than I thought.”
“It’s okay,” the woman said. “I’m a big girl. No harm done.”
“No, yo-you don’t understand,” Beca said. “I’m married and I love my wife. Like I really love my wife.”
“Let me guess,” the woman said. “You had a fight?”
“I wish it were just a fight,” Beca said, reaching to set her chair upright before sitting back down. “It’s something much worse.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” the woman asked.
Beca looked at her and said, “If you don’t mind. I haven’t had anyone to talk to about this since it happened.”
“Since what happened?’ the woman asked.
“The accident that killed our six-year-old daughter,” Beca said.
“Oh, my God!” the woman said, tearing up immediately.
“I finally had enough and tonight I lashed out in anger at everyone,” Beca said. “Including my wife.”
“I am so sorry,” the woman said. “Are you okay?”
Beca’s eyes widened as she looked at the woman. Tears fell down her cheeks as she let out a sob.
“I’m sorry,” Beca said through her tears. “You’re the first person to ask me that since it happened.”
“Oh, um, okay,” the woman said and put her arm around Beca’s shoulders to comfort her.
Beca turned into the woman and held on tight as she let out all the tears she had been keeping in for the past month. The woman sat patiently as she let Beca cry it out on her shoulder.
“It seems like you do need someone to talk to,” the woman said, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m a good listener if you want to talk about it.”
Beca pulled back to look at her and nodded.
“I think I’d like that,” Beca said, thinking it might be nice to talk to someone about what’s been happening; someone she didn’t know.
“Take your time,” the woman said. “Start whenever you’re ready.”
Beca nodded and sat looking down at the table. It took her a few minutes to pull herself together enough to talk.
“It all started a month ago when our daughter, Sophie, was hit by a car,” Beca said and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, she started talking.
Beca didn’t notice the woman who walked up behind her that stopped when she heard Beca start speaking.
“It was a day like any other day,” Beca began.
I was working at home and it was time for the bus to drop Sophie off, so I went downstairs and sat on the porch steps to wait for her. One of the neighbors came by and we were standing in the yard chatting when the bus pulled up.
Beca took a deep breath and let it out, wiping a tear away as she did. She got a faraway look in her eyes as she remembered back to that awful day.
The bus driver put on the flashing red lights and the kids started getting off the bus. I saw Sophie wave at me as she looked to make sure there were no cars trying to pass the bus. She took two steps and her friend, Jenny, called after her so Sophie turned and looked back. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but she turned and started to walk again. She made it three steps before she was hit. I remember hearing tires screeching and when I looked back a car had swerved to go around the cars waiting behind the bus and flew up the wrong side of the road. I turned toward Sophie to run to her but hadn’t moved two steps toward her before the car hit her.
“You can skip past this part if you want,” Trish said, her voice thick with tears.
“Do you mind if I continue?” Beca asked, her voice raspy from crying. “No one else knows what I saw that day and I need to let it out because I can’t stop seeing it and it’s tearing me up inside.”
“Okay. G-go ahead,” Trish said, nodding and wiping her tears.
“Thank you,” Beca said.
I, uh, I watched as Sophie’s body was thrown into the air. It was all over in a matter of seconds. I could hear screaming around me. I heard the most God-awful blood-curdling scream; I didn’t realize it was coming from me. I collapsed and my neighbor caught me before I hit the ground. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up as the ambulance reached the hospital.
Beca sniffled.
As soon as the doctor said I was okay, I ran to find Sophie. A doctor pulled me into a room and told me that Sophie was taken to surgery immediately upon arrival. It was bad and he asked if there was someone I could call to be with me. My first thought was Chloe, my wife. But I didn’t want her driving to the hospital by herself. I told the doctor I’d call someone. He nodded and left. I pulled out my phone and called Chloe’s best friend, Aubrey.
“Hey, Beca,” Aubrey said as she answered the phone.
“Sophie’s been in an accident,” I blurted out.
“Oh, my God!” Aubrey yelled. “Is she okay?”
“I, um, I don’t know yet,” I choked out. “I’m at the hospital. They took her into surgery as soon as she got here. I, uh, I need you to bring Chloe here. Can you do that? I know she’s going to be upset and I don’t want her trying to drive here alone. Can you please just get Chloe here? I need her here.”
Aubrey said she was leaving right then and ended the call. Aubrey lived about five minutes from the school where Chloe worked. It would take another fifteen minutes to get to the hospital, so I thought they’d be there within half an hour or so.
I waited near the doors so I could see when Chloe came in. It was about twenty minutes later when a doctor came out to tell me that they did everything they could but Sophie died on the table. I went numb. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t function. I just stood there, checked out.
Beca sniffled and wiped her face.
Just as the doctor left I caught sight of Chloe, Aubrey, and Aubrey’s wife, Stacie, running into the emergency room. Chloe came rushing over to me.
“Have you heard anything?” Chloe asked, tears falling down her face. “How is she?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but no sounds came out. I swallowed and pulled Chloe to me. I think she knew then but I still had to say the words.
“They did everything they could, but she didn’t make it.”
Chloe let out a heart-wrenching NO and collapsed. I held onto her and we both slid down to the floor.
I heard Aubrey and Stacie crying. But, I was still numb and couldn’t cry. I just sat there, dry-eyed, holding Chloe while she cried.
After a while, I asked Aubrey to take Chloe. I went over to the nurse and asked if we could see Sophie. She called the doctor and was given the okay.
I went back over to Chloe and told her we could go see Sophie if we wanted. Chloe nodded and I held onto her for about thirty minutes before a nurse came and led us to the hospital’s morgue. She spoke to someone and they showed us to a table where Sophie was lying, everything but her face covered by a sheet. Chloe continued sobbing as we looked down at our beautiful little girl laying there; she looked as if she was merely sleeping. I ran a hand over her forehead and into her hair. I leaned down and kissed her cheek as I whispered: “I love you, Soph.”
As I moved back, Chloe flung herself onto Sophie’s body. I let her sob over the body of our daughter for a few minutes. I finally pulled her up and told her we had to go. She didn’t want to leave Sophie there alone but I managed to drag her away.
Chloe was devastated and once we got home she went to Sophie’s bedroom and lay on Sophie’s bed. She held Sophie’s pillow to her chest and stared blankly at the wall.
Aubrey and Stacie made calls to our friends for us. I had to call my parents and Chloe’s parents to tell them. Chloe’s parents and my mom said they would catch the first flight out. My dad and stepmother were sorry but couldn’t get away right then. I wasn’t surprised by that at all.
After a sleepless night, I asked Aubrey to stay with Chloe while I went to start making the funeral arrangements. I needed to get out of the house for a while and it had to be done.
It’s amazing how well you can function when you take emotions out of the equation. And I was an emotionless robot, just going through the motions.
I went to the funeral home and chose a casket, times for the viewing, time for the actual funeral service, and chose the plot where Sophie would be buried.
And through it all, I did not cry. I don’t know why; my heart was shattered and my daughter was gone, but I still hadn’t cried..
I went home and gave Aubrey and Stacie all the information for the funeral. They started making calls again to pass on the info.
I slowly made my way to Sophie’s room and looked in on Chloe. I softly called her name and she turned to look at me. It wasn’t my Chloe that was looking back at me. There was no light in her eyes. She turned away and wouldn’t look at me.
The next few days were harder than the first. I held Chloe most days while she cried. And I held her at night while she cried herself to sleep.
Neither of us wanted to eat, but I made sure Chloe ate something so she wouldn’t make herself sick. And, I still didn’t cry. Aubrey and Stacie were staying with us and keeping watch over Chloe. I felt selfish because all I could think about was how I wasn’t comforted or looked after. I was on my own trying to get through everything.
I can’t remember how many times Aubrey would pull me aside to tell me, “You need to stay strong for Chloe, Beca. This has devastated her and she needs you more than she ever has or probably ever will.”
I would stand there, somewhat in shock at her saying this to me. I lost my daughter, too. When did I get to grieve?
“Go to your wife,” Aubrey would then order, shoving me in Chloe’s direction.
So, I would take Chloe in my arms and hold her. People came and went and then it was time for the funeral. Chloe had barely held it together at the viewing the day before so I knew the funeral was going to be even worse.
Neither Chloe nor I wanted to speak during the service. Several of our friends got up and spoke. Our friends, The Bellas, sang although I can’t remember what. Like I said, I was on auto-pilot through all of this.
Chloe broke down completely at the gravesite. She didn’t want to leave Sophie, and it took me, Stacie, and Aubrey to drag/carry her to the car as she continued to sob.
After the funeral, everyone was gone. It was just me and Chloe and our memories of Sophie.
Chloe chose to mourn by staying in bed all day. I spent most of my time holed up in my home studio. Several times Aubrey came to me and told me how I needed to be with Chloe. That she needed me to be strong for her and locking myself away wasn’t helping her at all.
I did as I was told and went to Chloe. At this point, Chloe wouldn’t even acknowledge me, and I was lost. I didn’t cry because I never felt like I was allowed to cry.
It all came to a head earlier today. Aubrey and Stacie had called some of our friends and they all came over to try and cheer Chloe up. It wasn’t working, and Chloe was still an emotional wreck, although she did come down to sit in the living room with everyone.
I was sitting off to the side and Chloe had started to cry again. A couple of our friends came to me and gave me a hard time for not comforting Chloe.
I scoffed because I never left the house. I did all my work from home so that I could be there to comfort Chloe. I did nothing but comfort Chloe. I had done nothing but comfort Chloe for a month.
Aubrey and Stacie came over and gave me the daily spiel about being strong for Chloe, and I finally had enough and blew up at them.
“I have been there for Chloe since the minute it happened,” I yelled. “I have held her while she cried herself to sleep. I held her while she lay practically comatose in Sophie’s bed. I helped her shower. I was the one making sure she ate and drank. I have been there for her.”
“We didn’t mean you haven’t been there for her, Beca,” Stacie said.
“Really? Then what did you mean, Stacie?” I asked.
“We’re your friends, Beca,” Aubrey said. “We want to help you guys through this.”
“Help us through this?” I laughed out loud. “Some friends. I lost my daughter, too, and not one of you has asked me if I’m okay. Not one of you has offered me a shoulder to cry on. Not. One. Single. One. Of. You! I can’t even mourn for my daughter because all I hear is how I have to be strong for Chloe.”
Tears poured down my face as I let out a sob and started shaking my head. “I know it sounds selfish, but I have been nothing but strong for Chloe. I can’t be the strong one anymore.”
I stopped and looked around at everyone, including Chloe, sitting there and staring at me with stunned looks on their faces. Before anyone knew what I was doing, I rushed out of the house, jumped into my car, and drove off.
I first drove to the cemetery and spent two hours crying over Sophie’s grave. My phone had been ringing and pinging with calls and texts, but I ignored them all.
I finally quit crying and got in my car and started for home. I was halfway there when I realized I didn’t want to go home, so I came here.
“Wow,” Trish muttered. “I am so sorry for your loss and for everything you’re going through.”
“Thanks,” Beca said. “I’m sorry to unleash all that on you, but you really were the first person to ask me if I was okay since Sophie died. It triggered something in me.”
“I didn’t know you saw everything that happened to Sophie,” Stacie said from behind Beca as tears ran down her face.
“Yeah, well,” Beca said, looking over her shoulder at Stacie. “You would have if you had bothered to ask.”
Stacie knelt next to Beca and pulled her into a hug. “I am so, so sorry.”
“I’ll leave you two alone to talk,” Trish said, standing.
Beca pulled back from Stacie and grabbed Trish’s hand.
“Um, thanks for listening,” Beca said.
“You’re welcome,” Trish said. “Good luck with everything. And, again, I’m sorry for your loss.”
Stacie stood and sat in the chair Trish just left.
“I need to take you home,” Stacie said. “Chloe is beside herself worrying about you.”
“I know I shouldn’t have left,” Beca said. “I just needed a minute.”
“I get it,” Stacie said. “Are you okay?”
Beca let out a snort. “Nice of you to finally ask.”
Stacie looked down and away from Beca. They sat there quietly, each unsure of what to say next.
“I almost cheated on Chloe,” Beca blurted out.
“What?” Stacie said. “When?”
“Just a little bit ago,” Beca said. “That girl that was just here; I almost kissed her.”
“What do you mean by almost?” Stacie said.
“I was drinking and she was flirting,” Beca said. “Chloe hasn’t kissed me or really touched me since, um, since before the accident. The only time we have any contact is when I hold her while she cries. And when Trish was showing interest in me, and she leaned in to kiss me, I wanted it. It was nice to feel as if someone wanted me and not just needed me for their comfort.”
“Oh, Beca,” Stacie said, shaking her head.
“I didn’t kiss her, Stacie,” Beca said. “I swear, I didn’t! I pulled away from her before we actually kissed. I realized I couldn’t do that to Chloe. I know we’ll get through this and I’m not going to do anything to mess up what we have. She and Soph-” Beca stopped and cleared the lump that was suddenly in her throat. It took Beca a moment to pull herself together before she said, “Chloe is my life and I love her too much to do that.”
“I know you do, sweetie,” Stacie said with a small smile. “Let’s get you home to Chloe.”
Beca nodded her head and stood. She followed Stacie out of the bar.
“Give me your keys,” Stacie said, holding out her hand to Beca.
“Why?” Beca said.
“Because you’ve been drinking,” Stacie said.
Beca handed Stacie the keys.
~~ Are You Okay? ~~
Stacie parked in the driveway and turned off the car. Beca sat there looking up at the house.
“Was Chloe okay when you left?” Beca asked.
“Yeah, she was okay,” Stacie responded. “Well, except for the part where she’s worried about you. I think she was afraid that she was going to lose you, too.”
Beca nodded her head and took a deep breath. She let it out as she opened the car door. She had barely closed the door when she was slammed against the side of the car.
Beca knew immediately it was Chloe and put her arms around Chloe’s waist and cried into her shoulder. Chloe didn’t say anything; she just held onto Beca as they cried together, finally sharing their grief.
Stacie wiped her eyes and went into the house, leaving the grieving couple to comfort each other.
“I was afraid I was going to get a call saying you were in an accident,” Chloe cried. “I can’t lose you, too.” Chloe pulled back to look at Beca. “I love you so much and I’m so sorry about checking out on you. I just-. I just couldn’t handle everything. And you were there for me even though I wasn’t there for you.”
“It’s okay, Chlo,” Beca said, pulling Chloe tighter to her.
Chloe pulled back and looked Beca in the face. “No, it’s not.”
“Beca? Chloe?” Aubrey called them, causing them both to turn and look at her. “Why don’t you come inside?”
“We’ll be right there,” Beca told Aubrey.
Aubrey nodded her head and went back inside.
“Let’s go inside,” Chloe said. “I could use a drink.”
“I already did that,” Beca said. “I got drunk and came very close to kissing someone who wasn’t you. I didn’t do it; I couldn’t do it.”
“I’m not okay with that,” Chloe said, honestly. She looked down at the ground and added, “But, I can understand why you wanted to.”
“I’m sorry,” Beca whispered, kissing Chloe’s temple. “Being upset is no excuse to cheat. I love you so much, and thinking about you here and how upset you’ve been, is what stopped me. I hope you can forgive me.”
“You stopped before you crossed the line?” Chloe asked; Beca nodded. “There’s nothing to forgive. But, if it will make you feel better to hear the words, I forgive you.”
“Thank you,” Beca said as Chloe leaned in and kissed her. “Are we okay?’
“Not quite,” Chloe said. “But I think if we work together, we will be. We love each other and need to be there for each other. Plus, if we can make it through losing Sophie, we can make it through anything, as long as we do it together. And I promise, that from now on, I’ll be there for you no matter what.”
“And I promise to continue to be there for you, too,” Beca said.
“That’s all I can ask,” Chloe said as she took Beca’s hand and led her inside.
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Okay, hello! I think I’m a little (scratch that, A LOT) in love with you 🥺
I just finished reading A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love and oh my god, what even 😭
I already read Always, Already and it took so long for me to try to get over it, but ACFoHSL is just… next level
See I work in a pharmaceutical company; my education was related to what was being talked about in the fic. And even in Always, Already, when you brought up epigenetics, I just lost it because it’s my favourite subject till date and if I ever do a phd, it will be in epigenetics. That’s how fascinated I am about that and reading about it in a fanfic was just phenomenal.
And get this — I’m a feminist through and through. I’ve had similar nasty comments said about me, while at the same time I’ve had people reach out to me saying thanks for speaking up about things as well. I legit cried when we were introduced to Hermiones purple folder of hope.
Overall, this fic hit so close to home, I’ve never had that happen in a Drarry fic, ever. I loved them all so much, but this is the first time that I could relate to the characters and the goings-on! Thank you so much for this masterpiece! I can’t believe I’ve been sitting on your works for so long. I am now on a mission haha! If only I were immortal!
Anyways, thought you should know how much I loved your fic. And I wanted to say I love you ❤️❤️ 👉🏻👉🏻
Oh, friend. This is so nice and I’m so glad you enjoyed!! I love the science in Cauldron and I’m not a scientist, but I did watch a 45 minute YouTube video about how to operate a spectrometer and had @potteresque-ire sci-check it for me 🥲
You’ll be unsurprised that the shittiest comments I get are on Cauldron, but that’s okay. It’s quite meta, really lol
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@einsteinsugly said: You're welcome! I've been around so long, I've even read your deleted fics. I don't remember much, don't worry. Just a sequence where they didn't want their son to have the initials ELF.Oh, and out of sheer curiosity, are a couple of your projects outside of the T9S verse (I remember you mentioned one within it)? T9S is too OOC for me personally to write in a positive light, as my Zombie verse clearly shows, but another perspective would be interesting.Because although I do feel Eric and Donna would probably pull through having a kid so young (if they decided to keep the baby at all), there would be some major bumps along the way. And if those major bumps aren't smoothed out by the time Leia (Lucy in my Zombie verse, bc Leia's so OOC) is a tot, they're going to have to deal with a kid who has some emotional scarring. Nowhere near the caliber of Hyde, but to the caliber of Donna, most likely. Which is why Donna wouldn't go through with a pregnancy so young, imo, unless the cat's let out of the bag and she's pushed against a wall. She doesn't want to repeat history, if you will.Anywho, I released my main Two Worlds Apart universe (which is mainly E/D focused, but since they get so close to J/H, J/H are prominent too) out into the wild when T9S was announced, bc I can write (and most ppl within this fandom can too) a far more satisfying universe. And since I concocted it in 2020 and it involves an accidental pregnancy in the mid 80s (with their first daughter Kate), it makes more sense, to me. And my other E/D Little Women verse, also with an accidental teenaged pregnancy, takes place in the 1860s. With much less reliable birth control methods and other...circumstances, to say the least.Yeah...my ideas are all over the place (some things are finished and settled, others are not), and mainly stuffed into one main verse. Eric's an 8th grade history teacher on the South Side of Chicago and an amateur photographer/documentary filmmaker, and Donna's a journalist (and later co editor) for the Chicago Sun-Times. And they bash their heads together and work together a lot. And Jackie, with her talk show and all, does some great PR for whatever projects they concoct.
Oh my god, yeah I went through my FF.net profile a few weeks ago and cleared out a few old, old stories. Honestly, it’s just hard for me to re-read those stories I wrote in high school without cringing. But hey, for a kid they were damn good! And I could have had worse hobbies than writing stories all of those years. I didn’t feel I was doing anyone a disservice by taking them down though, lol.
Oh yes, I have a whole folder full of story ideas that are in various states of completion. Most of them have nothing to do with That 90′s Show. I did get back into the fandom a few months ago when I saw the news of the spinoff and my little Eric & Donna lovin’ heart was so happy to see that they ended up together with a kid, and that Topher and Laura will be guest starring. That set the creative juices flowing again, I guess. So I’m actively working on a long fic that incorporates the That 90′s Show universe (what we know of it, so far) but it’s still a fanfic and I’m taking my liberties like anyone else! I just cannot stomach the purported Jackie/Kelso storyline, for example. Jackie and Hyde are so much more fun to write, so that’s what I’m writing. Naming her Leia is also throwing me for a loop... struggling hard to come up with a way that Donna would ever in a million years agree to that lmao. I am glad the original showrunners are the ones producing That 90′s Show - I wouldn’t want it any other way - but shit like this reminds me how frustrating they can be with the details. They always were.
To be honest, I have always kind of headcannoned that Eric and Donna would have an unexpected/early pregnancy. Prior to That 90′s Show being announced, I also had several story drafts sitting around where they dealt with Donna being pregnant. I talked about that a bit in an essay I write about That 90′s Show’s premise. In short, I totally agree that there would be some major bumps along the road. That’s what makes it an interesting concept to explore in fanfic! I think Eric and Donna have the foundation to weather something like an unplanned pregnancy, but hey, lots of other interpretations exist as well. I imagine that a lot of folks are going to be inspired by That 90′s Show - even if they’re not watching or not fans of the direction it’s taking. If that results in more fanfic goodness for me to read, I’m going to count it as a win!
I’m adding your Two Worlds Apart story to my reading list! It sounds fascinating. I’m from Chicago and can totally imagine the characters ending up down here.
#einsteinsugly#that 70s show#that 70's show#that 90s show#that 90's show#fanfic#fan fiction#eric forman#donna pinciotti#eric and donna#eric x donna#jackie and hyde#jackie x hyde
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