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finnsbubblegum · 1 year

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Where It All Starts (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary: reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Words count: 1.1k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! I have a lot of ideas to write about Joel Miller fanfiction and I haven’t finished writing them all. I only have a few days before I start working but I want to write as much as I can. I’m pretty nervous since it’s my first full-time job. Wish me luck!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

“Please just let me go! I can’t do this anymore!” You heard a woman’s yell from outside your house while washing the dishes.

“Baby, please.. Just do this for Sarah. Please.” A man begged.

*baby cried*

“I’m sorry, Joel.”

Curiosity ate you. You peeked through your window and saw your neighbor were having a fight. Assuming they were husband and wife with a newborn baby. The man was carrying the baby while the woman was trying to get inside the car.

“Get in that car and there’s no coming back!” The man raised his voice.

You felt guilty for eavesdropping because that should be a private conversation but they fought in front of their house and you’re pretty sure everyone in the neighborhood heard them.

The next morning when you were preparing breakfast, you heard a knock.

“Can I help you?” It was the man from last night.

“Ugh yes, I’m sorry to bother you early in the mornin’. I was wonderin’ if you could help me with somethin’.” He put his hand behind his neck.

“Yeah, sure? What can I help you with?” You opened your door wider and invited him in.

“I live next door…I just had a baby and somethin’ happened with her mom..and I have to go to work so no one is watchin’ my daughter. Uh..You look young, I’m assuming you’re still in college, maybe you could help me babysit my daughter? I’ll pay you of course.”

“Oh! Uhm..Well..I’m not in college actually. I’ve graduated.” You chuckled.

“But I’ll take that as a compliment, sir.”

“Sorry.” Joel chuckled.

“Uhm..how old is your daughter?”

“She’s just 3 months old.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widened. You had never had a baby but you had always wanted one. But how could you possibly be able to babysit a newborn without experience?

“Sure, I’d like to help.” You were blinded by the man’s puppy eyes.

“Really can you do that? How about your work? Because I don’t want to burden you.”

“That’s not a problem, sir. I’m taking over my parents’ cafe nearby so I can take your daughter with me. If that’s okay.”

“You’re the best. Thank you. I’m Joel by the way. Joel Miller” He extended his hand to shake yours.

“I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” You shook his hand.

Joel invited you to his house and introduced his daughter to you.

“This is Sarah.”

“Hi Sarah. You’re so cute.” You booped her on the nose.

“Do you know how to hold a baby?” Joel asked you.

“I’ve held my nephew before but-”

“Here. Support her head like this.” Joel instructed you.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t worry, you’re doing good.” He placed his hand on your shoulder.

His touch made your heart beat faster. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about this since he just got into a fight with his wife last night. But you couldn’t help it. He could be a single dad any time in the future or probably now. And you admitted your neighbor was a hot young dad.

“So this is the bag. It has everything in it. Diapers, baby formula, and other things. She eats every 2-3 hours. Here’s the house key.”

“Got it.” You nodded.

“Okay, I’m runnin’ late. Here’s my number. Just call me if you need anythin’.” He shoved you a paper written with his phone number.

“You goin’ to work now?”

“Ugh-yes.”

“Want me to drive you?” Joel offered to drive you since your hands were full.

“It’s okay. I’ll drive myself.” You refused his offer.

“Okay, well. At least let me help you get settled in your car then?” He carried the big baby bag to your car and helped you settle the baby car seat in your car.

You put Sarah in the car seat and brought her to work.

“When did you have a baby again?” You co-workers couldn’t stop staring at the baby you brought to work.

“It’s not mine. It’s my neighbor’s. He’s-” You sighed.

“He? Single dad?” Flo’s eyes widened. She was still in college and working part-time at your cafe. She had a thing for single dads that was why she was interested in your situation.

“I’m not sure. But I heard him fighting with his wife last night. It sounded bad.” You shrugged.

“This could be it. This could be it.” She shook your body excitedly.

“Could be what?” You stopped her.

“You know. I know you’re lonely. And you definitely need a man. Why don’t you try it with him? Is he hot?” She raised her eyebrows up and down.

“I don’t know, Flo. I mean I’m still not ready and I’m sure he isn’t too.”

“Is.he.hot?” Flo repeated.

“Well, kinda?” You shrugged.

“Want my advice boss? I’d say you should flirt with him.” She crossed her arms to her chest.

You rolled your eyes.

“Want my advice? Get back to work or I will cut your pay.” You squinted your eyes.

“Yes, boss.”

Flo was right. Maybe this was your chance to start dating again. Since the last time you had your heart broken, you were too focused on helping your family’s business. But once you wanted to try dating again, you got a soon-to-be single hot dad? You always had a thing for dads. Just like Flo. Did you win the lottery? Probably. Let’s see.

Sarah wasn’t hard to babysit. You worked while babysitting her and your co-workers helped you so it wasn’t really hard work. You went home by dinner time and left your cafe to your employees to close the store. You put sleeping Sarah to her crib then went back to your car to get the bag. While you were closing the car door, Joel’s car parked on the driveway. You stopped and waited for him.

“Hi.” You put the bag strap to your shoulder.

“Hi. How was she? I hope she’s not taking your energy too much.” He walked closer to you and took the bag from you.

“She’s well-behaved actually.” You smiled and passed him the baby bag.

“Thank God.” Joel sighed.

“I put her to sleep.” You told Joel proudly.

“Thank you. I owe you a lot. I really appreciate it.” He placed his hand on your shoulder again.

“Did you eat dinner Mr. Miller?” You tried to flirt just as Flo told you.

“Not yet. Just call me Joel, please.”

“Joel.” You hummed.

“Pizza?” Joel suggested.

“Sure.”

Joel called for a pizza delivery and the two of you spent dinner together. You talked about college and work but not relationships. You were avoiding that topic and so did Joel.

“Thanks for dinner.” You thanked Joel as he walked you home which was just next to his house.

“Anytime.” He put his hands in his pocket.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow when I get Sarah?”

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow. Have a good night.” He kissed your cheek awkwardly.

“Good night, Joel.”

To be continued...

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 months

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uninhibited (and drunk) voicemails from seventeen

forever sending gratitude and love to j @un-love for helping assign these

seungcheol: “i watched you tonight with another man. he held your hand and kissed your forehead. he drank your tea first to check the temperature. he made you laugh. for real. i know because you covered your mouth, still feeling insecure about how far it opens when the reaction can’t be avoided—when the something said was so funny it surprised you. you’re wearing red. your arms were exposed for a while, and i felt my eyes prick with tears at the sight of more tattoos on your skin. ones i didn’t know about. maybe ones you mentioned when they were still just possibilities in your head. not once did i think i wouldn’t see them actualized. not once did i imagine another man’s fingers brushing the ink through the motion of draping his jacket around your shoulders.”

jeonghan: “i’m at home and alone, and it’s wrong to call you. it’s so unfair to call you. i didn’t know how to tell you that the wanting is scary. that the way we love each other is impossible—not for a second do i believe it’s possible to have again, and i’m fucking afraid, probably because i know how much you’ve grown. the thought of letting you down leaves a sour taste, and i’m trying not to be so fucking afraid.”

joshua: “i’m sobering up now, sitting on my mom’s back porch. earlier, i was trying to describe the color of your hair. the best i could come up with was blue frosting like the cupcakes she made for my 10th birthday party. isn’t that outrageous? embarrassing? in my head was a poem, but the alcohol released the silliest set of words i could’ve possibly used to describe a part of you.”

jun: “everything is weird. everyone is strange to me today except for you. i’m drunk. i lost my shoes at some point in the night i think. i can’t recognize anyone around me. their voices don’t sound familiar. i wish you were here. i wish you’d tell me this is miserable for you too; it’s not worth it anymore. would you tell me the truth if i asked? sorry. what a stupid question. i don’t know anyone more honest.”

soonyoung: “i should’ve watched you all day more often. i dream about that. i wanted to, but something always had my attention or interrupted its focus on you. i’m laying here with my eyes closed, imagining all the moments i did watch and wondering if every single one pieced together could consume an entire day.”

wonwoo: “is it ok that i still have your spare key? i’d like to believe it’s something you’d ask to get back, but i wonder if that call isn’t worth making. if the idea of seeing me makes you anxious. but you trust me. out of everyone to still have access to your home, it’s ok that it’s me. i feel sad thinking about it.”

jihoon: “you baked cookies. i froze half of them. there’s one left, and i’m debating whether or not to eat it today. it’s freezing outside, and any view through my window is ruined by the snow. it feels like the perfect night for a cookie with what’s left of my second americano like i can risk losing sleep, but what will be left from you if i give in? everything else feels lifeless—it’s been so long since you’ve touch the clothes and read the books.”

seokmin: “i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. your old neighbor is getting married, and i thought about so many things when he sent me the invitation. i thought he was in love with you for the longest time. remember that? it took me months to admit. then he told me he’s just protective, and i realized there are so many people who see us and care without us ever knowing. so i wondered about a what if between us… what if our paths crossing was shallow and they never intertwined? what if you were just a woman in the grocery store who i’d see once in a while if the timing was right? how long would i think about you before forgetting your face, before forgetting i ever saw you? unless i never would and end up talking about you in my old age to adult children who only know i loved their mother.”

mingyu: “is it ok to call you in the middle of the night? you told me i could. years have passed since that conversation. *laughs* is it strange to think about us back then? how we started on a park bench, basically dated for two years on a park bench. i still think about how your approach to reach me gave away your feelings. you started poised, avoiding eye contact. then it became goofy looks and confident strides before calling my name and skipping to singing the song stuck in your head while you ran to me. i can’t help but wonder what would it look like now?”

minghao: “if you listen to this voicemail, can you tell me what you want? whatever comes to mind after hearing the question. from something small to something weird and the the thing you believe is better left unsaid as if i’d judge the answer, but i won’t. i have no reason to judge you. all i have is curiosity and love and hope for your every day, every want, every touch, every song you sing, every picture you hang, and every night spent barefoot on the balcony- i want to marry you.”

seungkwan: “there’s something on my mind. i’ve wanted to tell you all day. i thought about it at breakfast and started texting you before my manager called and interrupted. so here it is: i used to not understand how tired you’d be with me around. i thought i was boring you for the longest time until i visited my sisters. they exchanged a knowing smile before telling me you’re completely comfortable, that you feel safe enough to slip into the kind of vulnerability that only sleepiness and sleep allow, with your guard lowered, and your heart open. i appreciate how much of you i’ve seen, how deeply i know you—knew you… know you? hmm…”

hansol: “are you traveling? i hope you’re traveling. i know it’s something you promised to do at the start of your 26th year. where did you go? … are you taking lots of pictures? … how does the moon look? that’s your souvenir: the moon in the sky a thousand miles away from home. when you told me the moon thing, i realized i knew nothing about you, and i wanted to know everything.”

chan: “you were in the audience tonight? i didn’t… i wasn’t… thank you for coming. i mailed a ticket, but it was returned to sender. *clears throat* you’re the only person i couldn’t shake wanting to be there. do you know what i mean? people from our pasts we wish could still be present, especially for things they witnessed in early stages. i could shake off all the other absences… old friends, a mentor, but you… *sigh* no way.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #seventeen drabbles #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #jun scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #jihoon scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #minghao scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #hansol scenarios #chan scenarios

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onginlove · 9 months

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jealous 3

pairing: 1610!miles x black!fem!reader

all races can read!

summary: gwen. it’s all about gwen. miles never even talks about you. gwen

warnings: cussing

a/n: the last episode of this series. I have to say, this is the most popular series I’ve ever made! this is my only series. thank you all for the support ❤️

part 1 | part 2

masterlist | taking requests for 1610

MILES POV

i quickly dashed out visions to barely see anyone on the streets, and no y/n. i thought she would be close by but I guess she runs faster than i thought.

she should join track.

i looked around to see if anyone was staring at me and quickly shot a web up to the closes building and starting swinging my way to her house.

i hope she’s ok. why did i neglect her? why did i act like she wasn’t there? god im such a bad friend.

my heart was pounding out of my chest as i swung across all of brooklyn. i needed to find her quickly to tell her the truth. the real truth.

once i made it to her house i rapidly knocked on the door, only to be answered by a middle-aged woman.

“can i help you?”

“is y/n here?”

“no, why? are you one of y/n’s friends?” I hesitated to respond, knowing that y/n wouldn’t call me a friend after everything i did.

“im her classmate.”

“well, she ain’t here. please find her.”

“will do ma’am.”

i waited for her to close the door and quickly swung into action once again, this time very determined to find her.

Y/N POV

i was walking on the streets with my head lowered knowing that i can’t go home right away. i figured miles would try to come after me but i really didn’t want to talk to him right now.

i looked up to see where i was and noticed i wasn’t on a street i was familiar with. I quickly take out my phone only to realize i didn’t have time to charge it.

panicking , i tried to stay calm and walked up to a man to ask where i was. he looked kind of sketchy but i just wanted to get home.

“what is a pretty girl like you doing out here late at night?”

“uh, i- im actually trying to get home. do you know what street im on?”

“what’s the rush? you can still be outside, enjoying some nice fresh air.”

the man started to walk up to me, backing me into a alley. this is where I started to panic the most.

when my back hit bricks of a wall behind me, I knew i had no place to go. the man started leaning closer to me, our body’s inches away.

“i just wanna get home, please.” knowing what was about to happen, i closed my eyes trying to wake up from this nightmare.

when i heard grunts, I quickly opened my eyes to see someone beating up the man the was once inches away from touching me.

seeing the man on the floor, I quickly moved from the place against the wall and walked up to his unconscious body.

“t- thank you.”

“no problem.”

i looked at the person who saved me to see miles.

“miles? how did you find me? why did you find me?”

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior towards you. i genuinely didn’t mean it at all. you were one of my first friends when i came to vision academy, I could never let you go like that.”

“so then why were you always with gwen?”

“because she understands the situation im in.”

“i could understand the situation too but-“

“no, you wouldn’t.”

“why not?!”

“because im spiderman!”

halting all my movements, i looked at miles in shock of the information he just gave me.

“really?”

“really.”

“why didn’t you tell me before?”

“i didn’t want to put you in danger, i love you too much for that.”

“oh. wait WHAT?” I quickly said, realizing he said he loved me.

“i love you, y/n. i always have.” miles took a step closer to me, our body inches away from touching.

“i.. i love you too.”

we both leaned in, lips touching together. he put one of his hands on my cheek and the other around my waist.

as out lips parted, a smile crept up on my face.

“I should probably take you home,” miles said as he removed his arms from their previous spots.

“your mom is worried.”

“I guess you should.”

“hey, what’s the fastest way to get there?”

—

my heart was beating rapidly as miles held me in his arms, swing through the city.

“PLEASE DONT DROP ME!” i screaming out, yo afraid the open my eyes and looking at the ground.

“don’t worry, i got you.”

when we arrived, he gently placed me down at the door step.

“gwen might be mad at you.”

“shit i totally forgot!” he quickly pecked my lips.

“bye!”

I stared at him as he swung around, heading back to visions academy. after a while, I decided it was time for me to head inside.

I took out my key and unlocked the door, seeing the the house was dark, assuming that my mom already went to bed.

I headed into my room and closed the door as i threw the keys down on a nearby table and plopped myself onto my bed.

what a day.

@angelettecloud10 @soilmayo

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lycheedr3ams · 9 months

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Butcher!Konig is my new favorite! Glad you got to meet someone nice and influence this character, and didn't turn our a weirdo like we all are. ANYWAYS....

What happens after leaving the store? Does Butcher!Konig keep in touch? Does he go back to Kortac and they keep in touch?

i did not expect butcher!konig to be this popular but i'm here for it!

some NSFW hehe, mentions of sadism and knife kinks, virgin!butcher!konig

in this AU, konig is just a butcher, no military or anything

like i said in an earlier ask, i think butcher!konig would ask reader for her number on her last day. he would text her once just saying "this is konig" so that she had his number too, but you would have to initiate most of the texting since he's just so shy and never really had a girl to text other than his mom :(

butcher!konig would want to hang out with you, but way too nervous to ask. so he'd just send you pictures of little things he did throughout the day, or of his pets. he would blush and get defensive whenever you talked about how cute he looked holding his new puppy. he thought he was going to have a heart attack when you asked if you two could hang out.

you guys would eventually start dating, but it would be awkward cuz butcher!konig only went on a few dates here and there with different girls, and never got past the second date with the same girl. so when you guys got to your 3rd, 4th, 6th dates, he was ecstatic, but also nervous that it was going to end soon.

you and butcher!konig would probably have sex on the 10th date. poor thing never touched a woman in that way before, so he'd be super nervous, but very eager to please you. once you two got more comfortable with each other in the bedroom, you discovered that butcher!konig was a bit of a sadist with a knife kink. who would've thought?

you really helped butcher!konig out of his shell, and your relationship is pretty good, other than for his shitty communication skills and jealousy... he isnt perfect but he really is trying

butcher!konig wants to get into a different career field, one where he can be outside more and not deal with so many fluorescent lights like at the grocery store. he would mention wanting to maybe be a police officer one day, but he never made any effort to try. maybe he was just too nervous

thanks again to the butcher whom i got all the inspiration from...

#butcher!konig #cod mw2 #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig imagine #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #konig cod #konig fic #konig #konig x reader #asks #answered

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can,

I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

chapter one | chapter two

The school was filled with eccentric figures, even the students were unique in their own way. All of them had smiles on their faces, you didn't even notice that it was already time to go home. The principal strictly instructed you to not let any students go outside of the classroom without their parents. That also meant that you weren't allowed to leave until all the students have left.

It was just you and Viserys staring at each other. 'Doesn't this kid have a phone to play with?' you sigh while filing through your folders in search of his parent's phone number. "Vis," you call out to him from the other side of the room. His ears perk up slightly, following the source of sound. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked in a polite tone.

"Do you have your parent's number?" you inquired not seeing him on the records. He shakes his head, not having the slightest clue. "You can go home, my mom has to file a few paperworks." he dismissed, staring at the window — watching the leaves fall unto the ground. "What about your dad? Can he not pick you up?" you ask, already feeling tired of staying at school.

Viserys was right, you could leave with minimal repercussions — but you didn't feel like leaving him. There was something inside the boy that felt familiar. His purple eyes seemed close to the ones from your dream, but they weren't identical. "My mom works here," he replies while slumping on the window seat.

"Yeah? What's her name?" you question, prepared to bolt out of the room in search of his mother. "Rhae." he replies and you breathe a sigh of relief. His mom was the kind girl from a few moments past. "I'll call her, don't leave." you order while walking out of the room.

Rhaenyra was sitting on her desk. The ac was in the max volume, and a big fan was pointed in her direction. She seemed to be hyperfocused on a single-thing. You knock on the door.

Three knocks to be exact.

"Hey, Rhae." you whisper, slowly breaking her free from her thoughts. She smiles at you, showing a toothy grin. The woman had the charisma of a politician, you wondered if teaching was for her.

"Yes?" she asks.

You feel guilty for a moment. It was the first day of school and she probably forgot to pick up her son by accident. "Viserys has been waiting in my room for a while, I was wondering if someone was supposed to take him home?" you report, and just like you anticipated her face drops into the floor. Shame floods her features.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry (Your Name). His dad was supposed to pick him up, but he probably forgot." she apologized quickly, taking the bag from her desk and marching in your direction. She looked like she was prepared to leave.

"It's alright — I won't be home in a while either. I could drop him home if you're busy." you offered feeling a sense of loyalty towards the woman.

She shakes her head. "His dad and I are divorced, we live in separate homes." she chuckles. Rhaenyra remembered Laenor from her past life — he never had time for her, and their marriage wasn't ideal. If she regained her memory before they married each other, then she wouldn't have gone through with the decision. She figures that their marriage was the reason her memory was revived.

"You should go home, I'll take care of him ." she touches your hand, showing an apologetic smile. You couldn't blame her at all, being a teacher was hard — and having children was harder. "Alright, thank you." you mumble while walking away.

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It was 7:00 when you left the school building. Aemond was there patiently waiting for you. He didn't seem to be annoyed, matter of fact there was happiness in his features. "Did I keep you waiting?" you ask while opening the front door. "No, you're fine." he replies while putting his phone down.

Before you could sit down, a soft arm finds its place in your shoulder. "Rhae," you smile and she smiles in return. "I'm really sorry about keeping you with my son, his dad totally forgot — and now I feel bad." she chuckles nervously while staring at the man inside the car.

Her eyes narrowed — Aemond Targaryen, her brother. Rhaenyra's fists clenched, but they softened once you meet her eyes again. "Don't feel bad, please. I'm sure that you didn't mean for that to happen." you try to make her feel better.

She lowers her head, staring at the front-wheel driver. "Aemond," she greets with fake nicety. In her past life, that man murdered half her family — she didn't want to hold it against him, but he isn't a saint in this life either. "Rhaenyra," he replied in an equally bitter tone.

He couldn't stand his family. He couldn't stand his father's golden child. "You didn't tell me that you were moving here," the woman's lips turned into a thin line, and you stare at them back and forth. Did they know each other?

Aemond sensed your discomfort. He saw the way your lips turned into a pout, eyebrows merging into each other. "She's my sister," he introduced and your eyes widened. 'Asshole, how could he not tell me?' you thought while mentally cringing. This wasn't the proper way to meet your sister-in-law.

"Rhaenyra — she's my girlfriend," he introduced in return. Rhaenyra's fists clenched again. The audacity. You offer your hand for the older woman to shake, and she shakes it reluctantly. Something was amiss. Rhaenyra's mind was thinking of different schemes that spanned past this lifetime. "How did you manage to land her?" she jokes in a backhanded manner. You chuckle nervously, "Well he's a handsome boy." you compliment, sharing a small smile with him.

"Anyways, let's not make it about him. I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow, I'll bring my car and I'll drive you home too." she offered and you nodded your head gracefully. There was no way that you'd be denying an offer by your sister-in-law. "I'd be happy to," you smiled and she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"You can bring him," she whispers while walking away, not bothering to say goodbye. Aemond rolls his eye, patting the empty seat beside him. "Get in babe." he groans and you obey him.

You were aware of the big wall between Aemond and his father's family, but you weren't aware that it wasn't just a big wall — it was a great wall. He told you that he had one sister, Helaena, but it turns out that he was lying. "You want to talk about that?" you question while shutting the car door shut.

He ignores your comment and begins driving away.

He was always like this, it was best not to test his anger. You're scared of Aemond when he is angry — he doesn't hurt you, but he sulks in his silence. He's indescribable when angry, but amazing when he's not. You're lucky to have that, right?

He continues driving his car without any shared dialogue. He was ignoring you again, but it wasn't your fault. You didn't know that his sister would be your co-worker. Matter of fact, it was his fault for failing to give you a heads-up. You turn your head to look at him, but his face remains rigid and in deep thought.

You wanted to say something, but he'd just ignore you. The radio turns on and a slow mellow tone begins to sing. It was perfect for the scenario at hand. Aemond was a perfect boyfriend. He was a 'green' flag, but you couldn't understand why his anger never translated into words or actions. He just stayed quiet, then he'd go back into the world as if nothing ever happened.

He had a push and pull effect to him. He'd give you everything in one day, and take it away in another. "Why did you have to talk to her?" he asks. You are taken aback, this was the first time he vocalized his frustrations. "I didn't know, I'm sorry." you apologized, sensing that being the better person in the scenario would do best to quell his anger. "You know how my family is," he mucked.

"Rhaenyra knows that we're together — everyone is going to know it for sure," he made it seem like it was your mistake. You roll your eyes at him. How were you supposed to know?

"That isn't a bad thing, our relationship isn't a secret anyways." you argued, feeling heat enter your mind. You were prepared for a fight. You were ready to demand for him to stop the car, but his face softens in a split-second. "I'm sorry, you would've never known." he apologized, his posture softens too.

"It's my fault," he turns to look at you with a small smile. That was the worst thing he could say, because now — you couldn't understand him at all.

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"I feel like I might just die." Daemon lamented while resting his head on Rhaenyra's car-seat. When he got a call in the morning from his niece about your return, he was ecstatic. He was happy that his life finally found its meaning again. "Okay Mr. Drama Queen," the woman rolls her eyes while watching the empty spot in the parking lot that once held her brother's car.

"Of all the people in this green earth, she had to be with that traitor." he gritted his teeth. He opens his flash, and drinks all of its contents. It was alcohol — the strong kind. He couldn't remember what it was called, but it hit him all in the right corners. "He fucking killed her, I saw it." he takes a shuddering breath.

Daemon Targaryen didn't die in the Battle Above Gods Eye. He died inside of Harrenhal, searching for you. His first memory was your death. It was Aemond's silver dagger pressed upon your neck, until that bitch Alys stabbed him in the back with his own sword. How could that man kill you and seduce you in another flash?

"He doesn't remember his past life, Daemon." his niece tried to keep him calm. "That motherfucker remembers, his green witch made sure." he fumed. What game was that cunt playing?

He would've given up living during the war — he would've left all, but he saw you. He saw you in the middle of an army tent, nursing his daughter to health — and he fell hard. He could've been coughing out blood and breaking all of his bones, but he still would've fought through the pain because of you.

The thought of you in the arms of that one-eyed charlatan made his blood boil.

"Earth to Daemon?" Rhaenyra waves her hand in front of him. "Hey," she places a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her back," she promised. He mumbles a few more curses before turning to look at the window. "Why aren't we going anywhere?" he asked pointing at the steering wheel. "I still have to wait for my kids," she replied and he sighs.

He owns the fucking school, but his niece won't drive off anywhere without her children. "Fuck," he cursed while leaning on the seat. "You can start complaining once you get your driver's license back," she replied cockily while staring at herself through the mirror.

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youboredright · 2 months

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Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

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I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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#anime #anime fandom #anime fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #mafia au #arranged marriage

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hollybee8917 · 5 months

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Rekindled at the Reunion

Characters: Andy Barber, Audrey McCaig (OFC)

Plot: Andy goes to his high school reunion and runs into the one that got away.

Warnings: p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), language, unprotected sex, masturbation in the shower (Male)

Word count: 2978

A/N: Special shout out to @joannaliceevans-fanficblog for being awesome and proofing this for me. This one's for you.

The party was in full swing when Andy Barber walked through the door. The lawyer stopped at the table and, leaning down, wrote his name on a tag. It had been twenty years since he’d seen any of these people. A lot had changed. As he wandered around the old gymnasium, he closed his eyes and listened for the sounds of squeaking shoes. A hand bumped Andy’s shoulder and a male voice floated through the air, “Well, I’ll be damned. Andrew Barber. Never thought I would see you here again.”

Andy turned to find his old point guard buddy, Dan Murdoch, standing behind him. A wide grin spread across both men’s faces and Dan stepped forward as the men shook hands then hugged. Andy Barber pulled back, “How have you been, Dan?”

Dan replied, “Oh you know, just living the dream.”

The lawyer nodded, “What are you up to now? I haven’t seen you since graduation.”

Andy’s friend chuffed, “I went to college and got a finance degree. I’m working as a hedge fund manager. You?”

Barber scratched his neck, “I went to college as well and got a law degree. Got married and had a kid. We’re divorced now and share custody of our son.”

“Damn, that sucks. How old is your kid?”

“He’s sixteen. What about you?”

“Yeah. I married Brooke Thacker and we have three kids.”

Andy smirked and cocked an eyebrow, “The head cheerleader? Good for you, man.”

Dan threw back the beer he had in his hand and wiped his mouth with his thumb, “Yep. I hate that you and Audrey got divorced.”

A sad look crossed Andy’s face, “Naw, man. I never married Audrey McCaig. She was the one that got away. My ex-wife’s name is Laurie. You don’t know her. We went to college together and I accidentally knocked her up. We thought we were in love but some events in the last few years kind of fucked that up.”

It was Dan’s turn to raise an eyebrow, “That sucks. You know Audrey’s here right? I heard she never married. She’s a stunner, man. You should talk to her.”

Andy shook his head, “That ship probably sailed. Besides, I’m not here for that. I just want to have a good time.”

Dan nodded, “I get that. Grab a beer, socialize, have a good time. There’s a lot of folks here who would love to talk to the star quarterback. We missed ya, man.”

Andy smiled and Dan walked away. Quietly, the lawyer made his way to the drink and food table and made himself a plate. He turned and walked out into the open air just outside the gym. As he did so, a quiet voice interrupted his thoughts, “Andy?”

He turned and all the air left his body. There before him was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a long time. Her brown hair was pulled to the side in a braid and her green eyes sparkled in the lights. Andy knew her and one word, a name, softly escaped his lips, “Audrey.”

Audrey McCaig stared, “I never thought you would come back here. When you left without saying goodbye, I thought you weren’t coming back. No one even saw you when your mother passed away.”

Andy nodded, “We had a quiet graveside for my mom. She didn’t want a funeral.”

“I heard,” Audrey paused a moment, “that you got married.”

He sniffed, “I’m not married anymore. We divorced last year.”

Audrey tilted her head, “I’m so sorry, Andy. Any kids?”

“Just one,” Andy murmured, “A boy named Jacob. He’s sixteen and lives primarily with his mother. What about you?”

She lowered her eyes, “No. I never married or had kids. You hurt me and I didn’t want to try to trust another man.”

His food and drink sat forgotten on the concrete rail of the stairs. Andy hesitantly stepped forward and touched her arm before speaking softly, “I’m very sorry. If it’s worth anything, I never forgot you. Every night I turned over and wished that it was you lying beside me. You are very special to me, Audrey.”

Placing a finger under Audrey’s chin, Andy raised her head. For the first time in twenty years, blue eyes met green ones and became entranced in each other. As if a mystical force was possessing him, Andy gently lowered his face toward Audrey’s and her eyes fluttered shut. Their lips connected and a small moan escaped Audrey’s lips.

Breathless, Andy pulled back, “Wow.”

Audrey stepped away, “Andy, I can’t… Not again.”

Then she turned and was gone leaving Andy standing alone. Tears stung his eyes as he turned away from the building and toward the football field. He picked up his plate of food and a beer then made his way onto the field. Stepping over to the bleachers, Andy sat down. For a few minutes, he sat in silence then a small cough broke his concentration. He looked up to see Audrey standing by the steps of the bleachers.

“Andy…”

The man stood up, “Hey. I’m sorry about earlier.”

The brunette shook her head, “Don’t apologize. It’s fine. I came to apologize for my reaction.”

Andy replied, “It’s fine. I need a top up on my drink. Come with me?”

Audrey smiled sadly, “I’m going to go. I just wanted to say goodbye to you.”

Andy’s heart sank, “I understand. I was hoping we could visit a little more but I understand. It was good to see you.”

His old sweetheart stepped up to him and kissed Andy’s cheek, “It was so good to see you too. I hope I see you again some time.”

She stepped back to leave but Andy grabbed her hand and pulled her close, “Please stay with me. I’m leaving tomorrow but I would like to see you tonight.”

Audrey hummed, “I don’t know, Andy. It’s been so long…”

Before Andy could say anything else, Audrey pulled away from him and rushed away. Hurriedly, Andy picked up the plate and beer and threw them in the trash can at the corner of the bleachers before following.

“Audrey, wait.”

The woman stopped in her tracks and turned as Andy closed the gap between them. He spoke, “I’m sorry I freaked you out. I’m staying at the TownePlace Suites if you change your mind. Room 217.”

He kissed Audrey’s hand and she kissed his cheek before walking away. Andy returned to the party where he ran into a few more of his football buddies and classmates before he left North Kingstown Senior High School.

Getting in his car, the lawyer drove fifteen minutes to his hotel. As he entered the TownePlace Suites, he made his way to the elevator and up to his room. Andy opened the door and stepped into the room. After placing his keys, wallet and phone on the room table, Andy went to the bathroom where he stripped and stepped into the shower.

The hot water relaxed Andy’s muscles and he imagined the droplets being the gentle, fleeting touch of Audrey McCaig’s fingertips dancing on his skin. His dick twitched and began to harden as he thought about Audrey. Swiftly, the man grasped his cock gently in his hand and stroked it as the water rolled down his shoulders. The more he focused on his dirty thoughts and memories, the harder he got and closer he got to his release. Finally, and with a shout, Andy let go and shot his release all over his hand.

After cleaning himself off again, Andy shut off the water and stepped from the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and ran a towel over his hair. A gentle knock on the hotel room door broke Andy’s concentration. He approached it and glanced through the peep hole then threw the door open.

Audrey stood in the doorway. She gasped softly at the sight of Andy’s sculpted muscles and toned chest. He looked down at himself, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you would actually come.”

The woman smiled, “Can I come in?”

Stepping aside, Andy swept his hand toward the interior of the room as Audrey crossed the threshold. She sat down on one of the beds and Andy excused himself to the bathroom to put on a pair of sleeping pants. Audrey looked about the room taking in the bareness of the suitcase that lay open on the spare double bed.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Came Andy’s voice from the bathroom, “I feel like we have a lot to talk about.”

She leaned back on her hands, “We do.”

Andy exited the bathroom, “I was glad to see you, Audrey. I mean that. I know that life has been hard for you.”

Audrey shook her head, “Not really. I have had a great life. Even though I never married, I made it just fine.”

“Really?” Andy cocked his eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

The woman before him laughed, “I mean, I graduated college with top honors. I have an amazing career and I can afford to buy everything I could possibly want.”

Slowly, Andy lowered himself onto the adjacent bed, “But surely you missed something?”

She looked away sadly, “I suppose I did. But that’s part of the past. I am curious…”

“What?”

A low sigh slipped out as Audrey gathered herself, “Why did you leave me, Andy? We talked so much about you and me. We were discussing our future together. Why did you decide to live your life without me?”

Gulping, Andy replied, “Because I was scared. I didn’t want you knowing about me. I was afraid that you would find out who I really was and you would get scared. In order to avoid that, I left you first. Surely, you understand?”

Confused, Audrey gave a little head shake, “I don’t. Andy, if you were concerned about something, you could have talked to me.”

He nodded, “I know that now. I just had so many secrets and I was so afraid of people finding them out. I was a scared kid.”

“How about now?”

Andy let his eyes meet Audrey’s, “What do you mean?”

Standing up, Audrey moved to sit by Andy. She took his hand as their eyes locked once more, “Are you still afraid of people finding out who you truly are?”

Andy didn’t break eye contact, “No, I’m not. Not anymore.”

Audrey waved her hand absentmindedly, “I don’t think it really matters. After all, we aren’t our parents. Their blood may flow in us but that doesn’t make us them. It doesn’t make us killers.”

The man stiffened and a modicum of fear flashed in his eyes, “What do you know?”

“Only what the news said, Andy. Your kid was cute but he must look more like his mother. When I saw the picture of you, I knew it was you. You had changed but I could still see that sweet, kind seventeen year old who had the whole world at his feet.”

He looked away but she turned his face back to her, “Andy…”

Timidly, Andy reached up and brushed his fingertips against Audrey’s jaw. He leaned forward and kissed Audrey gently. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

The kiss was deepened as Andy pushed his lips further against Audrey’s mouth. Gently, he let his tongue prod Audrey’s mouth. Her lips parted and allowed him to explore. Andy’s hand raised up her back to the nape of her neck as he deepened the kiss even further. Audrey laid back on the bed as Andy twisted to continue the kisses.

Pulling back, Andy murmured, “Audrey, you’re wearing too much.”

She sat up and pulled her blouse over her head and Andy unhooked her bra effortlessly. Audrey shrugged it off. Andy kissed the woman’s bare shoulder, “My god, you’re still so beautiful.”

The kisses drifted down her shoulder and down toward her left breast as the lawyer took position above Audrey. Andy took the nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Audrey threw her head back and moaned slightly. Never stopping, Andy unbuttoned Audrey’s pants then slipped his hand down them and let his fingers dance along her pelvis causing Audrey to buck. Switching from the left breast to the right, Andy swirled his tongue around the areola letting it brush the nipple.

Audrey raised her hips and pushed her pants down then kicked them across the room. Andy’s hand found its way down from Audrey’s pelvis to the folds of her vulva. He smiled to himself when discovered how wet she was and that she was completely shaved. Coming off her breast with a pop, he kissed a path down from the crevice between her breasts then to her stomach and down to her pelvis before landing between her legs.

Gently, he began to lick stripes up and down her pussy careful not to stick his tongue in the hole yet. The more he sucked at her pussy, the wetter she became and the more she squirmed. Audrey moaned loudly, “Andy, I need more. P-please. Oh. My. God. Andy…”

Andy let his tongue swirl around the clit before he began to suck hard at it. This elicited a loud moan from Audrey as her body drew closer to an orgasm. Knowing she was close, Andy reached up and slowly pushed a finger into her soaked hole and let his finger drag along her walls. He quickened the pace as he fingered the woman below him all while feasting on her soaking pussy as if he hadn’t had pussy in years. In truth, he hadn’t. Laurie rarely let him do this and the last time she had; Jacob was five.

Her walls clenched around him and Audrey let go with a cry, soaking Andy’s beard with her juices. He drank down the rest. Standing up, Andy untied his sleep pants and dropped them. His erection sprang free and laid long and thick against his stomach. Audrey let loose a ragged sigh, “Oh my god. Andy. I don’t think that’s gonna fit.”

He climbed up her body with a smile, “Don’t worry. It’ll fit. Just like it did the last time. Do you remember that?”

“You were my first.”

Andy kissed her gently, “And you were mine.”

Sitting on his knees, Andy grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him before pulling her legs slightly apart. Reaching down between their bodies, Andy grabbed his member and stroked her folds gathering up her juices to make the plunge easier. He paused, “Is this okay?”

“Do it, Andy. I need to feel you again.”

Without another word, Andy shoved in and marveled at the feeling of Audrey’s pussy pulsing around him and sucking him in. Audrey threw her head back, “Oh my god. Andy! Oh fuck.”

He let her sit for a moment to adjust to his size as he was thick and long. He knew that. Audrey reached up and touched his skin, “Please move. I’ll be okay.”

Andy smiled and began to slowly thrust in and out of Audrey, “Oh my god. This pussy was made for me. So tight and sweet.”

Audrey mewed, “Does it feel good, Andy?”

He closed his eyes as he pushed in and out of Audrey, “So good. You’re so tight for me baby. So fucking perfect for this thick dick. You’re so tight. My god.”

He began to pick up the pace as Audrey placed two fingers to her pussy and began rub it. He could feel another orgasm building and continued to fuck her as Audrey cried out, “Andy! I-I’m gonna cum. Oh god. I’m gonna cum! Oh fuuuuckk!! Andy!!”

His thrust became harder, “Yes baby. Cum for me.”

Andy’s encouragement and the movements inside her pushed Audrey over the edge and she came with a shout and a flourish. Trying to keep himself from exploding inside her, Andy reached down and turned Audrey onto her side before laying down behind her. He bent one leg so he could have access to that sweet juicy cunt. The lawyer lined himself up again and pushed in. From this angle, he was able to access deeper into the woman before him. He picked up the pace and thrust harder into Audrey.

Dissatisfied with the angle, Andy flipped Audrey all the way onto her stomach and pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees. Probing gently, Andy pushed in again. This time, the pussy felt so much tighter. Maybe it’s the angle. Andy mused. He quickened the pace and plunged deeper into her pussy. Andy could feel the tip of his cock kissing Audrey’s cervix. Her moans drove him even crazier and made him push harder and faster. Soon both of them had a climax threatening to explode. With a final thrust, Andy laid himself flat against Audrey’s back and fingered her making her cum. As she did, his own release mixed with hers. Audrey could feel Andy coating her walls with his seed. She didn’t care.

Finally collapsing, Andy rolled onto his back, “Wow.”

Audrey rolled onto her side, “You’ve still got it.”

He released a low chuckle, “Stay with me?”

And she did.

Andy Barber sighed as he looked out the window of his Newton home. Laurie had just picked up Jacob and he hadn’t heard from Audrey since that night, seven weeks ago. Stirring his coffee, Andy sat down on the chair and looked at his phone for the third time in five minutes. As he scrolled through the news feed, the doorbell rang.

The lawyer stood up and made his way to the door and opened it. There, standing before him, was Audrey McCaig. Her face was puffy and she seemed uncertain. She had clearly been crying. Concern crossed his face but then she spoke, “I’m pregnant, Andy.”

#andy barber #original female character #defendingjacob #the one that got away

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suddenlybambi · 1 year

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as long as you stay here [14] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.2k

chapter 14

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a/n - hot lord okay this is the last pre-written chapter... from here on out I will be writing and posting with nothing saved as backup which is terrifying to me 😭

I hope to keep updates as regular as possible, just won't be able to keep up the every day streak I had going 💕

“Are you sure you’re okay with being here?” Y/N asked for what was probably the 17th time in the 10 minutes they had been sitting outside of her mother’s house in Kyle’s car, waiting for the strength to go in. Sheila had sent them off with snacks for the trip and left Y/N with the contact details for everyone in the Broflovski family and added her to a new family group chat. She was officially inducted as one of them. It was bittersweet to have to leave them to see her real mother.

“I’m okay… are you?” Kyle sighed, looking over as Y/N sat there, staring ahead with a distant look. “Do you want me to do the talking?” He offered.

“No, I need to do this myself…” She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and straightened her back. “Come on, before I chicken out again.”

As they walked to the front door, Y/N grabbed Kyle’s hand, holding it tight. He squeezed hers back quickly to try and encourage her further as she hesitantly rang the doorbell. They waited for what felt like forever, but finally, the door swung open to reveal a woman with her hair messily tied back and a scowl that, judging by the lines on her face, was a permanently etched feature.

“Mother,” It was only one word, but Kyle had never heard Y/N’s voice in such a dull and emotionless tone. Her words were usually full of warmth, but this was cold and sent a chill down his spine. It was as though she had flipped a switch inside her that turned off her personality.

“Took you long enough,” The woman had a slightly southern drawl as she spoke. Kyle couldn’t quite place down where it originated from. She didn’t say anything else as she stepped aside and lazily waved her arm to usher them in.

“I’m collecting Henry’s shit for him,” Y/N announced as she walked through the crowded hall full of cardboard moving boxes. “I assume it’s all still in our room?”

“Ain’t touched a thing,” Y/N’s mother waved her arm. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t talk to me.” She walked off, and Kyle’s eyes followed her, burning with rage. How could a parent talk to their child in such a way?

As he followed Y/N around a corner, his eyes caught a display case at the end of the hallway. It was full to the brim of trophies and ribbons. The walls were littered with pictures of a young girl dressed in glittery outfits and far too much makeup for someone so young. Despite all of that, he recognised her eyes. The little girl was Y/N.

“You won all of these?” His mouth was slightly agape as he tried to read some of the engravings on the trophies. “Bean Queen 2013?”

“Bean Queen 2011 and 2012, too,” She corrected, pointing at the adjacent trophies. “Henry still calls me that. Used to have to sit on a float in a parade surrounded by green beans while singing a song about a bountiful harvest. It was humiliating.”

“Are we packing up all of these?” He asked, gesturing at the awards and pictures.

“God no,” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “They may have my name on them, but they’re not mine. They’re all her’s.” He understood the implications immediately. She didn’t want them. She never wanted them. She only won them for her mom. “Let’s see what state this shithole is in.”

Y/N pushed open a door at the end of the hall. A room with a divider in the form of a curtain splitting it in two came into view. One half was covered in pink; the other was a dark grey. It was quite a stark contrast.

“It’s a four-bedroom house, but she turned one bedroom into a dance studio, one into a home gym, and kept one for herself, so Henry and I had to share a room,” She explained as Kyle looked around. “We’ll get Henry’s stuff over and done with first. That way, I can only pack what I really need of mine, depending on what fits.”

“We’re not leaving behind things if they don’t fit in the car,” Kyle immediately refused. “We’ll make two trips if we need to.”

“I have to consider what will fit in my apartment, though. You’ve seen the space I have,” She sighed, grabbing a box from Henry’s side of the room. His stuff was mostly packed up from when he had last been at home. She just needed to make sure the bits that Henry had highlighted as important were definitely there. “I mean, you’ve seen it, I can barely fit what I already have in my room as it is, and I have no idea when he’ll stop by and collect his stuff. I’ll probably have it for years, knowing him. Asshole never visits me. Why am I even helping him?” Despite her complaints, she didn’t stop.

“What about Wendy’s old room?” Kyle suggested. “It’s mostly empty, right?”

“Bebe has been talking about getting another roommate, one of her friends from class,” She held up some hockey boots, smiling briefly at them and putting them back in the box. “Really, we could do with the extra money for rent. Even with Clyde, we’re struggling. It would be nice to actually fix the stove and cook a proper meal again.” Kyle sat down next to her, opening another box to check the list of items Y/N had placed on the floor for reference.

“My room at home is unused,” He pointed out. “You saw it. My parents hadn’t touched it since I left. We can store things there.”

“I can’t just ask you-” She tried to protest, but he cut her off.

“We’ll figure this out,” He told her firmly. “I promise.”

“That’s everything of Henry’s,” Y/N groaned, stretching as the final box of Henry’s was jammed into Kyle’s trunk. The back seats were reserved for Y/N’s things, which were next on the list. However, it was 9pm, and they were exhausted and hungry. “I doubt she’s prepared food for us, and I don’t really want to talk to her… Wanna go to my old favourite takeout spot?”

“Sounds good!” Kyle nodded with a smile, happy that he would be able to get another little glimpse into Y/N’s life before he met her. “Should I start the car?”

“It’s only a 5-minute walk,” She shrugged. “I never hung out anywhere that I couldn’t walk to within 15 minutes because everyone who could drive was always too drunk to.”

“Lead the way,” He was slightly shocked when she looped her arm with his and started walking together. “What takeout is it?”

“You’ll have to bare with me because it sounds strange,” She laughed a little as she spoke. “It’s soup in a cup. They give you this giant cup bowl thing if you’re eating in, and it's just a big papery-plastic cup for takeout, but it is so good. They have bread that they bake themselves too, and it is just… pure perfection. Real comfort food.”

They walked and discussed the various options for five minutes until Y/N finally stopped in front of a small restaurant called ‘Coup de Soup’ where the U’s looked like little cups with steam coming out of them. Looking through the window, Kyle could see that there were a couple of small tables. Two of them were taken, but there was a free one where they could sit.

“No fucking way!” Y/N gasped, dragging Kyle through the door before he could process what was happening. “Who left you in charge of this place?” She spoke to the person working behind the counter, whose eyes widened in realisation.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in!” They hopped over the counter. Y/N let go of Kyle’s arm as she was wrapped in a hug. “God, I missed you! What brings you back to town?... And who is your friend?”

“Mom bullshit,” Y/N didn’t elaborate more, but based on the expression on the other person’s face, they understood perfectly well. “Leaf, this is my friend Kyle! Kyle, this is Leaf, my best friend from high school.”

“Demoted to a best friend?” Leaf held a hand to their chest in mock hurt. “That’s rough.”

“We were technically only friends,” Y/N pointed out, sitting down at the spare table and motioning for Kyle to sit opposite as he watched the interaction. “Beneficial friends, but still just friends.” He tried desperately to suppress the jealousy that bubbled up in his chest. Y/N wasn’t his to be jealous over. Whoever she had or still did interact with on an intimate level was none of his business.

“So Kyle, are you a ‘beneficial friend’, as Y/N put it?” Leaf leaned on the table with a grin, looking at him. Their green hair barely poked out of the beanie they were wearing, which Kyle considered an odd choice with the rest of their uniform but didn’t care enough to point out.

“Just… regular friend,” Kyle mumbled, feeling more than a little awkward. He hoped his cheeks hadn’t turned pink, but he felt a little hotter than usual under the questioning.

“Kyle is the one I told you about,” Y/N added. Kyle couldn’t read the facial expressions that were passed between the two, but it was as though they were having an entire wordless conversation. He couldn’t help but feel out of the loop.

“Of course!” Leaf nodded, realisation dawning on their face. “Well, Kyle, it is great to meet you. Can I get you two anything?”

“Usual for me, please,” Y/N requested, looking over at Kyle. “How about you?”

“Oh, I’ll uh… Same for me, please?” He felt nervous and out of place. He wasn’t sure what Y/N’s usual was but hoped it would be something he could eat.

“On it!” Leaf winked at Y/N, who smiled back as they disappeared behind the counter to prepare the food.

“Are you okay?” Y/N suddenly turned her attention to Kyle, immediately picking up on his discomfort but not understanding why. “Do you need to step outside for some air? It’s a bit hot in here.”

“No, I’m… I’m fine,” Kyle put on his best convincing smile, hoping it would do the trick. She didn’t believe him but didn’t want to prompt any further discomfort by pushing him to tell her what was wrong. “What did you say about me to your friend?” It took a moment for it to register that he was referencing earlier when Y/N said that Kyle was the one she had told Leaf about.

“I told them the truth,” She shrugged, looking over at them while they bopped to the quiet music playing over the radio as they cut the bread into slices. “That you had taken their place as my favourite person.”

“What?” Kyle’s eyes widened a little as the words hit him. “I’m your favourite person?”

“Of course!” She smiled as though it were completely obvious. Before Kyle had the chance to respond, Leaf returned with two giant mugs of soup and a plate of the fluffiest bread Kyle had ever seen. “Thank you, Leaf!”

“No worries, babe,” Leaf blew her a kiss, which she jokingly caught and mimed, putting in her bra. Y/N turned to the table and started devouring the soup and bread as though it were her last meal. Kyle was about to do the same, but he was startled by Leaf whispering to him. “Treat her well.”

“You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” Kyle watched as Y/N shimmied her own bedroom window open. Her mom had locked them out while there were gone, which she had predicted would happen as they were walking home.

“Baby, I used the door more today than in my entire time living here,” The pet name caused Kyle to completely freeze up. He couldn’t move or breathe. It went straight to his heart. “Got it!” She cheered as the window popped open. “After you, good sir.” She grinned, waving her arm to usher him in through the window.

“Why, thank you!” Kyle played along once he had gotten a grip on his racing heartbeat. He awkwardly climbed in through the window, landing on Y/N’s childhood bed. She followed suit, landing on top of him. “Sorry, I didn’t move in time.”

“It’s fine! You broke my fall more than the bed usually does!” She laughed, not making any attempt of moving. “In fact, you’re much more comfy than my bed. I think I’ll stay like this.” There was no way for Kyle to hide how flustered he was by the position. She was lying on top of him, head nuzzled against his chest, legs and arms wrapped around him. When she didn’t move except to kick her shoes off, he realised she wasn’t joking.

“You’re actually staying like this?” He asked, slightly nervously. It wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not in the physical sense. He was paranoid he would do something wrong in his sleep, somehow throw her off of him. Or worse, wake up with morning wood.

“Are you okay with that?” She yawned, already closing her eyes. Despite the flood of bad things that could happen if they stayed like that, Kyle’s mouth moved without hesitation.

“Yes.”

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Ms. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Age gap

Summary: There's a subtle chemistry brewing between Y/n and Natasha. Lingering touches and wandering eyes keep things interesting between the pair. However something is stopping them from making any significant moves on each other. Natasha's son, James, otherwise known as Y/n's best friend.

Pt2 Pt3

Masterlist

Attraction is not always controlled. Though we like to think that there are features and factors we are consistently attracted to, we don't get to choose which people have those features or factors.

For example, let's say someone likes green eyes and it just so happens their school bully has green eyes. Though they hate the bully, some of them might be looking forward to catching a glimpse of their green eyes.

For Y/n, it was more complex than a school bully. Her interests were more taboo. She couldn't help it, Natasha Romanoff was the definition of attractive.

Everything about the woman made Y/n flustered. There had been many nights where she laid in her own bed, screaming the red head's name as she played with herself.

There were two things that worked against Y/n's impulses. Natasha was at least 16 years her senior, and she was her best friend's mother.

Ms. Romanoff was a single mother to her friend James. A friend she had since middle school. She had always known Ms. Romanoff was attractive, even back then. It was simpler when Y/n only knew that Natasha was pretty.

However, as one grows things stray away from innocence. The word pretty just didn't do her any justice as Y/n got older. Now in her sophomore year of college, it seemed like words in general were not doing Y/n justice.

" Y/n, I need your help after class," James said as Y/n worked on her assignment.

" With what?"

" Well, you know how I'm spending the next week with my grandparents?"

The girl nods.

" My mom wants the house spotless before I leave, and I could really use a hand," his voice gets higher at the end of the sentence.

Y/n sighed," You are lucky, you're my best friend. I wouldn't do this for literally anyone else."

He did a small victory dance in his seat," I was thinking you could take outside, and I take inside?"

If this were a regular house, Y/n would've argued a bit more. However, the inside of the house was huge, with plenty of rooms that were probably worse than the lawn or the pool.

" The grass and the pool, that's it."

He nodded his head vigorously," That's all I need from you."

Y/n goes back to doing her assignment," You owe me for this, Jamie."

James just chuckled," What's better payment than friendship?"

Y/n glared at him, and he raised a hand in defense," Fine, I'll buy the food the next few times we hang out."

" I get to pick the place," the girl demanded.

" You're going to drain my pockets, aren't you?"

Y/n shrugs innocently," Maybe, maybe not."

When class ends, Y/n and James head straight over to the house.

" Ma, I'm home and I brought Y/n!"

Y/n felt her heart beat pick up a little as she heard footsteps pad down the stairs. Every time she saw Ms. Romanoff, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander a little bit.

" Hi, Y/n ! I feel like it's been way too long," she trots right over to Y/n for a quick hug.

Y/n has to count a few seconds as to not make the hug longer than it has to be," Ya James never invites me over anymore, unless it's for yard work."

Natasha gasped at her son," You called her to help you clean up?"

The boy tried to defend himself," I mean, she said yes. Y/n, you know you're always welcome here. It's basically your house too, especially since you're helping clean it."

Y/n shook her head," It's no problem, Ms. Romanoff, I don't mind helping out."

" Alright, if you say so. You guys get started, and I'll fix you a nice dinner as a thank you for the hard work."

Natasha heads for the kitchen, leaving Y/n and James alone. James points upstairs," I'm going to start up there and work my way down."

Y/n claps her hands together," I'll start with the front lawn."

The two of them dispersed to their designated area. It was already pretty hot outside, before Y/n even made it to the lawnmower. She didn't mind the sweat and simply wiped it off with the bottom of her shirt.

The young woman started the lawnmower and began to trek across the large front yard.

She got three rows in before the heat became unbearable. Y/n stopped the mower and peeled her sweat covered shirt off.

" Damn Y/n, shirt off already," James peeked his head out of the window.

" It's like 80- something out here, James. I needed the relief," Y/n shouted back at him.

He squinted a little," It looks like the lawn is coming along better than upstairs."

" I've only done 3 rows."

" I know."

Y/n laughed at him and went back over the mower. She tried to start it back up, pulling the cord multiple times. Each time her muscles flexed more than the last.

" Everything ok there?" Natasha stood on the front porch.

Her eyes were predatory as the drunk in the image of Y/n. Shirtless, sweaty, with her arms flexed.

Y/n's mouth felt dry under Natasha's gaze. She walked over to the red head, maybe being a step too close.

" The mower stalled on me. I'm going to need either-"

" Motor oil or a wrench," Natasha finished the sentence, which made Y/n swallow hard.

" Ya," Y/n mumbled out.

Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth," Follow me, sweetheart."

Y/n wanted to follow the woman so badly, but she didn't trust herself at this moment. She stood in her place with her hands now in her pocket," Is it alright if I wait right here, Ms. Romanoff?"

" Are you sure?"

Y/n's breathing picked up, unable to speak, she just nodded. Y/n's eyes watched as Natasha walked with a little switch in her step. Her ass peeking out of the bottom of her shorts.

When she disappeared, Y/n gave herself a little slap in the face," Get it together, Y/n. You know this is wrong."

Y/n waited patiently for Natasha to return, until she heard a crash. She didn't hesitate following the woman's path then.

" Ms. Romanoff are you alright?"

There were a few tools scattered on the floor. It looked like they had fallen from the top shelf.

She chuckled," I couldn't really reach the wrench. So I tried knocking it over and ended up making a mess."

Y/n began picking up the tools on the floor," It's my fault, I should've just come when you asked."

When Y/n's attention shifted back to Natasha, the woman was standing in front of her. However, Y/n was on her knees scrambling for the tools. She had the perfect view of the drawstring holding up Natasha's shorts.

If she wanted to, she could reach out and undo it. Her movements may have paused longer than intended.

Natasha's hand planted itself in Y/n's hair. This forced the younger girl to look up at her," Ms.Romanoff?"

" Your hair is so soft, detka."

An almost inaudible whine slipped from Y/n's lips as Natasha's Russian accent made an appearance. Y/n covered it up by clearing her throat and standing abruptly. She sat the tools she collected on the shelf.

" W-where's the wrench, Ms.Romanoff?"

Natasha re-approached the shelf, standing on her tiptoes to almost reach the top," It's somewhere up here."

Against her better judgment, she walked up right behind Natasha, leaned over the older woman to get the wrench. Her front had accidentally touched Natasha's ass.

Natasha looked up at her as she grabbed the wrench, " Y/n…"

Y/n shook her head," Um, where's the motor oil."

Natasha wanted to press on, but she didn't," I've got it sweetie, you just take the wrench."

Y/n followed Natasha's directions and took the wrench outside. She unscrewed the oil cap, and was able to see it was low on oil. Natasha was right behind her with the oil.

The college girl filled the reserve and tried to start the mower with the pull cord. It took three tries, but it started up again just fine.

" I guess I'll just leave you to it then. If you need anything, you can call me," Natasha looked at Y/n through her eyelashes.

" Thanks, Ms. Romanoff," Y/n's voice trembled at the end. She didn't miss the small smirk on Natasha's face as she went back inside the house.

Y/n tried to brush off that entire encounter as she mowed the lawn. However, she could feel a pair of eyes on her at certain times. When she finished, her breathing was heavy and her body was covered in sweat.

Coincidentally, at the same time, Natasha walked out of the front door with a towel and a glass of water.

" You looked a little… overheated."

Y/n grateful accepted the towel wiping her face, chest, and abdomen," I thought I was going to melt before I finished."

After wiping herself with the towel, she eagerly drank the water. Some of it even spilled down her front. Natasha was loving every second of it.

" The lawn looks amazing, right mom," James came bounding out of the house, car keys in hand.

" No, thanks to you," Y/n shot at him.

James shrugged," You said you wanted outside. I'm working so hard in the house, I ran out of supplies. I'm going to make a quick run, while you get started on the pool. I'll bring you back a Snickers."

He was already in the car before either Natasha or Y/n could respond. The gravity of the situation hit both women as soon as he pulled off.

They were alone.

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clarencethemouse · 1 year

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Five Years

The day after the Avenger’s defeated Thanos and brought every victim of the Snap, every single country is struggling to regain control and put everything back together. You’re called back to Wakanda to help and reconcile with an old friend who had disappeared with half the universe.

Shuri x reader

A/N: not really so much of a romantic pairing, but you could read some undertones in it. Mainly fluff and angst, half and half. Also her story is like... not happy. This will very probably become a series.

Since the second year of the Blip, as reporters were freshly calling it, you had left Wakanda to live in Egypt with your uncle. It was easier to handle the changes and continuously growing loss you shared with the entire planet when you weren’t surrounded by your own people. The people who knew and shared in your same grievances had become overbearing. It was too much to handle.

Egypt was nice. Not near as wonderful as Wakanda, but you could never admit that to your uncle. He was in love with his own country. Your mother was Egyptian, and after a recreational trip to Wakanda she met and fell in love with your father, who was a native member of the Border Tribe. You had grown up in Wakanda. It was the only true home you’ve ever known. Egypt was always more of a distant summer vacation location. Your uncle took good care of you. Though he could never compare to your own people.

Your mother had disappeared. You watched her slip away. The decay into dust began at her leg and moved to her head before you could blink twice. Your father, filled with such grief of losing his wife and a third of his tribe threw himself into the river. Wakanda held too much for you anymore. You couldn’t imagine returning after three years.

But now you had been called to return home, to reunite with your people. You didn’t know if you could be able to last the entirety of the visit.

+ + +

The jet touched down just outside of the border. You peered through the curved glass at your homeland. Nothing had changed one bit in the time you had been gone. You would have expected someone to change a few things. And what with Shuri no longer being able to lead technological advancements, you would have expected some downgrade. No one else knew her secrets, even her most trusted staff.

But no. Everything remained perfect.

Several neighbors whom you recognized, them having not aged a week, came to meet you. Aneka let you out of the jet on your own, grinning at the sparks of a reunion.

You let your neighbors envelope you in hugs and cheek kisses. Your primary education tutor was the first to interrogate about stories from Egypt, and what it was like to be surrounded by such rich and age-old history. One small child begged to be picked up. But your attention was drawn away from the child when a woman standing in the cobbled streets caught your eye.

“Mama...” you whispered, pushing your legs to kick faster.

You threw yourself into the tiny village of the border tribe. Your mother cried when you flung into her arms.

“They told me you had left for Cairo! I was on my way to demand a trip to meet you myself when the Queen Mother sent news that Aneka was on her way!” Your mother explained, studying your face with feverish intent. “And look at you! You’re so grown! So beautiful!”

Your smile breaks when you remember your father. The father who now could never have the opportunity to see you grown up.

“Mama, Papa is...”

She held up a hand for you to silence. “I know about your father.” She sighed. “We can mourn him properly later. For now, though, I think you’re keeping people waiting in the palace.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Hmm?”

“Oh, don’t hmm me. Go meet your friend!” Your mom pushed you forward towards the direction of the palace.

Shuri.

You jogged forward several paces before realizing the miles between you and your destination. It would be sundown by the time you would finish running the distance to the palace. You bolted back to the clearing the jet landed in, hoping to still find Aneka. To your fortune, she was conversing with one of the tribal elders, leaning against the side of the jet.

“Aneka! I need a ride to the palace, please!” You shouted.

“On it!” Aneka gave you a thumbs up, already climbing into the pilot’s seat.

You two landed on the palace pad not a minute later. A line of guards were arranged to meet you. “Have fun,” Aneka muttered, sending you a wink before joining a group of fellow Dora Milaje off to the side.

“Is the princess busy?” You asked, jogging through the open double doors. No one answered you.

The elevator to the throne room could not have been slower. Each beep of the floor indicator reminded you how close you were drawing, though. It was a hopeful wait. You didn’t give the doors time to slid all the way open before running out, glancing around left and right for your friend. She was nowhere to be seen.

Of course! With your luck, she had just taken the other elevator down to meet you on the ground level.

“Y/N. What a pleasure it is to have you back,” the King’s voice sounded from behind you. You spun around to face T’Challa, a bright and welcoming smile adorning his face.

“My King.” You bowed and crossed your arms. He mirrored your action with respect, nodding.

“Do you know where Shuri is?” You asked, bouncing slightly on your toes.

He clapped his hands together. “Ah, she just slipped away. But I think I can find her,” T’Challa held up a finger, a smirk slowly replacing the grin. “Wait here.”

While waiting, you slowly made your way over to the windows. From floor to ceiling, the windows offered the best view of the city, from the far side of the bountiful river, to the glorious Jabari mountains.

Oh, how you had loved your country. And now, after spending less than an hour back, you began to wonder if it could now be time to return.

Footsteps ran up from behind, and you could just see her faint reflection in the glass before her arms wrapped you up from behind. Shuri giggled into your neck, hugging you tighter than ever before. You screamed and struggled to turn in her grip, throwing your arms over her shoulders. Even after five years of growth, may it be minimal, she still had several inches on you.

After 24 hours, you had already heard so many stories of what it was like to turn to dust. It was without pain, without suffering. Many just watched their body disappear in the wind, and then... dark. Just dark. But not for long, as their bodies reconstructed themselves in the exact same spot and position as before.

For them, not three seconds had passed. For the rest of the world, it had been five years. Aneka explained on the jet from Egypt how many of the Dora were still experiencing strong battle adrenaline.

You couldn’t help but wonder if the Blipped were the lucky ones in the scenario.

“Are you okay?” You cried, pulling her face away to study it just as your mother had.

“I’m alright! I’m alright!” Shuri assured you, kissing one of your palms. “I should be asking you the same question! You’re so... so old!” She laughed, admiring your business attire. You had been on the way to work when Aneka showed up at your front door to bring you back to Wakanda. “Look at these clothes! Look at those shoes!”

You gasped in mock offense, placing a hand on your chest. “Five years older! You should watch yourself saying that in front of your mother.”

Shuri’s eyes lit up more. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She gave you one more hug, rubbing your back. “Mother told me about how you left after your father’s death-”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” you stated. “Right now, I want a meal. And I want to fill you in on the last five years of Earth.”

She nodded, grabbing both of your hands. “I would love that.”

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yes this will be a series

Robin

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writer-of-various · 8 months

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Gang AU – Alejandro x Rudy, Rudy x others

Rudy looked out the small window in his room, feeling bitter as he watched people, free people, walk along the sidewalk and laugh and talk. He never had the chance to be a kid or a teenager, and now he's turning 21 and has never experienced life outside the bars. He's a prize, a trophy, all because his father couldn't stop buying drugs when he didn't have the money. He tries his hardest to hide his resentment towards those around him, especially the Garza's. While they did technically buy him off from his father, Mr. Garza was a kind man to him. He treated him like one of his own, and he only had a daughter. Rudy's siblings and mother are dead, so he only has the Garza's.

"Rudy, you up?" Speaking of Garza. Rudy moves away from the window and opens his door, smiling at the sight of Valeria. She's a strong, independent woman that was rebellious at a young age. She defied her father and mother, but they still loved her and only hope that whatever she does, she remains safe and happy. There were some times where Mr. Garza had to put his foot down and the whole house shook with their screams, but they pushed it behind them the next morning and acted like nothing happened. Valeria is brutal to others, she's mean and intimidating but when Rudy first arrived at her home, she made sure to soften up a bit for him. It was obvious he was abused, he had bruises painting his pale skin and he flinched and apologized at every loud noise. She treated him like he was her baby brother, and after so many years being together in the same household, he did become her baby brother.

"Good morning, Val." He greets, following her down the hallway. "What are your plans today?"

Valeria groans, her fists clenching at her sides. "Dad wants to try making an alliance with 141, so he wants me to go introduce myself and all that formal crap. They know who I am, all the dogs here know not to bark at me."

Rudy raises a brow, sensing something deeper. "Is that all? Or do you know them more than you're letting on?" Valeria sighs, stopping abruptly and looking down at him with a small smile.

"This is why dad offers you jobs, you know people too good. And yes, I know them. Ghost is a fucking asshole, he's the co-leader of the gang. There's some rumors that John Price is considering stepping down, and if he does, Ghost takes his place." They start walking again, Valeria holding the doors open for him and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Then there's the Shadows. Phillip Graves keeps pestering dad about an alliance, but under direct negotiation that father is declining. But the Gringo is stubborn."

"What's the negotiation?" Rudy asks, and Valeria seems to twitch, her eyes darkening and her lips turning down into a frown. "Valeria." He presses, and the slightly older woman growls.

"You. Graves wants you, he has been since finding out you are one of ours. He's a pervert, you were barely 13 and he was almost 20. And stop looking like that, you aren't going to hand yourself over if shit goes sideways." Valeria growls and Rudy shrinks back, bowing his head submissively and Valeria sighs. She pulls him into a tight embrace, and he relaxes under her rare, comforting touch.

"I'm sorry, Val. I just want to protect you and your parents. You guys have done everything to protect me and I just feel like...I don't know. I used to be someone, all the boys and girls in my run down neighborhood used to stop by and I cooked and cleaned and patched them up. I was useful." Rudy trails off and Valeria sighs again before smiling at him.

"Well, when dad steps down and I become the leader, I want you by my side. Like how mom is with dad. Damn, the more I talk about this crap the more I realize we probably belong in London." Rudy laughs at that, shaking his head.

"Trust me, the Royal Family is far more normal then we are."

"I'll drink to that!"

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When they arrive at 141's house, they are surprised to see a party being thrown and Los Vaqueros were there. Valeria seems to realize something and she growls, storming over and Rudy quickly follows her, concerned about her change of attitude.

"Vargas!" She screams, and everyone goes quiet, whipping their heads to her direction and Rudy blushes furiously in embarrassment. He stays pressed against Valeria, looking around the place with wide eyes. Between hearing what the Shadow Gang leader wants, which is him, and the fear of anything going sideways, Rudy hasn't enjoyed his time outside. He isn't used to being around so many people at once, he was always kept out of a room that is loaded with weapons and drugs, and there were hookers trying to cover themselves up and sneak away. He doesn't miss the way some people, mostly guys, look his way, their eyes dark with something he can't describe or put a word to. Strange.

"Valeria, what the fuck?" A tall man yells, and Rudy looks at him and is immediately enhanced. The man is handsome, his face sharply defined, hair dark and gelled back and he's muscular. His dark eyes land on Rudy, who makes a small noise and hides behind Valeria, who wraps a strong arm around his waist in reassurance.

"Why are your idiotas here, Alejandro? Where's Price?" Valeria growls, and as if on cue, an older yet handsome man walks out of a room and smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Ah, Garza, wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you here for business or the party?" Price takes out a cigar and lights it, looking so calm.

"Why are Los Vaqueros here?" Valeria orders an answer and Alejandro snorts, throwing a glare at her.

"And why is that any of your business?" He throws back and Valeria inches closer, only stopping when Rudy grabs her hand and caresses the back of it, calming her down...for now.

"Alright, my office, now. Party's over, folks! Get the bloody hell out of here!" Price shouts, and the people besides the leaders leave without complaint. Rudy walks with Valeria, frowning when she stops him and looks around.

"I don't want you in there, in case anything happens, but I don't wanna leave you alone out here." She whispers, and Rudy gives her a small smile.

"I brought my knife, I'll be fine. I promise." He whispers back and Valeria grins, eyeing him up and down.

"If I wasn't gay, I would have fucked you right here." She grins wolfishly and Rudy blushes, hiding his face and stepping back from her.

"Val!" He exclaims, and she laughs before walking into the office. He waits outside the door patiently, observing everything around him. He eyes a man with a mohawk walk up to him, a charming smile tracing his lips.

"Well hello there beautiful." He says, and Rudy tries not to blush. Keep it together, Rudy.

"Hello." He greets politely, feeling so small under the man's strong stare.

"I'm Soap, what's your name?" The man outstretches his hand and Rudy shakes it, a perfect brow raised at the weird name. He knows it's not his real name, but to have an alias called Soap is just...unique.

"Rudy, it's nice to meet you Soap." He shakes hands with Soap, who's smile grows wider. Rudy retracts his hand and fidgets, almost jumping in surprise when another man appears out of nowhere, glaring at Soap.

"Why are you bothering this man?" The newcomer questions, and he seems to stand protectively in front of Rudy. This whole ordeal is crazy and Rudy is impressed he hasn't lost his mind by now. The newcomer is cute, barely taller than Soap and he's leaner but he has broad shoulders that Rudy peeks over to try seeing Soap, who appears to not be bothered. They must know each other then.

"Aw Gaz, why ye actin' like that? I ain't doing nothing to the cutie, just being a gentleman." Soap says, a bit too cheerily, and the other man shakes his head. He turns to look down at Rudy, who doesn't like how short he is compared to these guys. Hell, Valeria is even taller than him by an inch, and it doesn't help she wears those boots that give her a few more inches.

"Sorry, sir, my name is Gaz, and I'm sure this buffoon already introduced himself. Are you waiting for Price?" Gaz's voice is soft, like he didn't want to startle him. While adorable, Rudy couldn't help but feel belittled.

"No, I'm here with Valeria Garza." He says, and he wants to smirk when both their eyes widen and they share a look. "Tell me, why are Los Vaqueros here? I hear 141 and LV are close, but not this close...this party, it was a celebration, no?" Rudy continues, and he loves how Gaz looked appalled and Soap was stoic but his eyes gleamed.

"Smart observation, Rudy. You'll learn in like, 2 sec–" "¡Hijo de puta!" Valeria's enraged scream startled Rudy, who runs into the office to see Valeria looking like she was about to have a meltdown. And a meltdown Valeria isn't a Valeria you want to be around.

"Valeria, what happened?" Rudy goes over to her and she glares at Price and Alejandro.

"These two pussies decided to ally with one another. You're going to regret this, John." Valeria says in a low voice, a warning to the older man. She gives Alejandro another sharp glare before moving to leave, when Alejandro speaks up.

"Who's this?" He points at Rudy, who tries to appear calm but every ticking second felt like a second closer before a bomb went off. Valeria stops, looking conflicted and Rudy speaks before he can even think of being smart.

"Rodolfo Parra." He says, settling his features into a sharp glare when Alejandro grins at him.

"Rodolfo...I want him. You give me your princesa, and the three of us have an alliance." Alejandro speaks calmly, but what he said was anything but calm. Rudy pales, looking at Valeria who snarls and lunges at the other, her knife out and ready to strike. Price stops her, shaking his head and Valeria growls, a scary and deep sound that rumbles throughout her chest.

"He's not some bitch, Vargas. Go fuck a hooker." Valeria grabs Rudy and drags him out, cursing in Spanish under her breath. Rudy hugs her arm, trying not to burst into tears but his worst fear is coming true. The Garza Cartel won't get any allies because the leaders of other gangs want him, like he's some trophy.

He's in shock, he doesn't know when they get back to their safehouse, but he snaps out of it when he hears Valeria shouting and Mr. Garza trying to console her. Mrs. Garza has a hand over her mouth, begging under her breath, praying, and Rudy starts giggling. They stare at him in confusion, but Rudy can't stop laughing. Holy shit, was this his life now? Some bitch that's bought and traded? Damn, his father really ruined his life.

"Rudy..." Valeria whispers, but Rudy walks off to his room, shutting the door and holding back the urge to lock it. The Garza's didn't like it when he locked his door. No freedom, really, but he's their trophy. They just treat him better than anyone else can. He goes back to looking out his window, remembering the old Las Almas, when the Mexican government didn't let the people of this beautiful city rot with the cartels and gangs. A city that attracted gangs, mafias, cartels, from all over the world. A city of souls, literally.

——

Rudy forced himself to go to sleep early that evening, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. He sits up and goes to his bathroom, turning on the tap of his shower and trying to hold back the tears. He can't be weak. He can't. He steps in when the water is warm and washes his body and hair, thinking about every solution there could be involving alliances. The Garza Cartel is on top of the corrupted hierarchy, basically the government of Las Almas. 141 was formed after the battle of Las Almas, where the final front of the Mexican military tried to push back the cartel, with no support from the Mexican government. They lost and retreated, and the few that escaped with the soldiers did, because after that, no one was allowed to leave Las Almas.

Mr. Garza is a kind man to his family, he's willing to die for them. But to the outside, he is a completely different man. Ruthless, mean, aggressive. Valeria got it from him, obviously.

The Shadow Company came shortly after the formation of 141. They worked with the Mexican army unit stationed for the final front in Las Almas, Los Vaqueros, but eventually betrayed them and took control of Northern Las Almas. After the betrayal, the commander of Los Vaqueros took a handful of his best soldiers and developed a gang based on weapons transportation that soon became dirty.

The Garza Cartel is in control of all Las Almas, but Mr. Garza allowed 141, Los Vaqueros, and the Shadows to form their own territory under his direct and strict supervision. He wants alliances since there are bigger threats outside Las Almas waiting to take them all down, but the crudeness of Alejandro Vargas and the secret alliance between LV and 141 only made him doubtful. Mr. Garza doesn't want anything to do with the Shadows, especially Graves, but they seemed to be the only option.

He sighs sadly, turning off the shower and stepping out, drying himself on and getting dressed. He hears a commotion outside and furrows his brows looking out his window to see a bunch of black, armored jeeps parked around the safehouse. He races out of his room, his knife tucked inside his belt as he jogs down the stairs, stopping abruptly when he sees Mr. Garza talking to a man. He's white, with light brown hair and blue eyes that he could get lost in. He's unaware of him standing there, staring, before a soft hand grabs his shoulder and turns him around. Mrs. Garza is looking at him with concern, touching his forehead with the back of her palm when she notices how flushed he looks.

"Rudy, are you okay, dear?" She asks and Rudy nods, pointing to the strange yet handsome man.

"Who's that?" He asks, and Mrs. Garza sighs tiredly.

"Phillip Graves. He's requesting a competition against 141 and Los Vaqueros. These men are fucking filthy pigs. We won't let them get you, Rudy." Mrs. Garza says, and Rudy hugs her.

"Mrs. Garza...I have to go to one of them. We are powerful but there's more dangerous gangs out there, waiting for when we are all at our weakest. I can't let anyone hurt you, Mr. Garza, or Valeria." Rudy steps back and gives her a small smile before walking into Mr. Garza's office, surprising him and Graves. The American eyes him hungrily, standing up and sticking his hand out. Rudy shakes it out of politeness, nodding at Mr. Garza and sitting down in the empty seat.

"I hear you want a competition. Fine. Deal is on, whatever gang wins gets me." Rudy says, his voice monotonous and Mr. Garza shakes his head but Rudy holds up a hand. "I'm almost 21, I can make my own decisions. This is beneficial to the cartel. Now, Mr. Graves, why should I ever consider joining you?"

——

August 15th was the day of the competition, and Valeria had decided to join it on behalf of the Garza Cartel so they could win and keep Rudy. She was furious at him for sacrificing himself but Rudy comforted her and told her it was the only way. And if she won, they would have nothing to worry about. It's been a month since Rudy took charge of his own life and today is the day that fate would choose the path. He was told to wear all white, to represent his purity and neutrality. He wore a white gown that Mrs. Garza bought him, and a white cape with blood red patterns over his shoulders, showing anyone who looks his way that he's part of the Garza's. He leaves his room and meets Valeria down the hall, observing her look.

She wore a black and red military style jacket, and cargo pants. She opted for combat boots with no high heels, and her blade is tucked into a belt that once belonged to Mr. Garza and was passed down to her for her 16th birthday.

"Rudy, are you sure you want to do this?" Valeria looks into his eyes and he smiles sadly, nodding his head.

"I love you, Val, you are like a sister to me, you made me feel so safe here. You were always there to protect me. Let's hope the others, if one of them wins, allow me to visit you." Rudy says and Valeria hugs him, wishing they could stay like that forever. If she loses, the better half of her would be ripped away, and she can't do anything about it.

"Come on, the event is going to begin soon." He whispers and they walk to the extravagant backyard of the safehouse, where the training range was set up to hold a large crowd of people. They walk up the stairs to one of the balconies, where Rudy is to sit besides the Garzas. He peers down to the fighting ground, seeing Graves, Alejandro, and the infamous Ghost preparing. Valeria kisses the top of his head before leaving to join the men below, her evil persona coming out and she will shed blood today.

"Rudy, this is your last chance to say no." Mr. Garza is begging him, pleading with him, to say no but Rudy can't.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garza." Rudy whispers, clutching the cape tight around him. Mr. Garza nods solemnly, and stands to start the competition. One of the guards below shoots into the air, and the first round begins.

The four must race across the range, pick up a sled full of over 20 pound weights and objects, and drag it back in time. Valeria gets their first, grabbing the straps of the sled and pulling it out, her teeth barred but she wasn't the only one struggling. Alejandro and Graves were trying to push theirs along the painted lines, but Ghost did it with ease. Made sense, he's 6 feet 4 inches and is the biggest out of them, muscles that could kill and a build so broad that Rudy has to admit, he checked him out a bit.

Ghost reaches the starting point first, winning the round but there are still 30 seconds left. Graves comes in second, Alejandro third, and Valeria last. Rudy frowns when he sees her pace, her mouth moving quick and he knows she's cursing off everyone and everything.

The next round is archery, they have to shoot five bullseyes, the targets over 10 meters away. Another shot goes off and the four pick up their bows and arrows, Valeria the first to shoot hers. Bullseye. It doesn't take long before Valeria and Graves are tied, Alejandro in third with Ghost last. Graves shoots his last arrow and it's a bullseye. He's the winner of the second round.

There's ten rounds in total, Alejandro was the winner of the third round which was a fighting cage, Valeria won the fourth which was sword fighting. Ghost won 5, Graves won 6 and 7. Alejandro took 8 and 9. The last round taunted Rudy, telling him his fate is so close and Valeria wasn't it. Neither was 141. He watched from the edge of his seat, as the four stood in their starting point. An obstacle course sat before them, where they had to be careful not to be caught by the group of cartel guards. The final shot goes off and Rudy observes, unsure who he wants as his new "owner".

Ghost kicks at a guard, barely managing to slip past the group as he jumps over a giant log. Valeria is stealthy, careful and the guards honestly can't find her. Graves is racing forward, stopping briefly to punch the guard following him. Alejandro is in the lead, and Rudy feels his blood run cold when he gets closer to the end. Graves is close too, trying to catch up, but it's done. Alejandro made it. Half of the crowd cheers, and Rudy gulps, his anxiety spiking. Mr. Garza clears his throat, standing up and he announces Alejandro Vargas as the winner. Rudy stands and leaves, needing space before he hands himself over.

"This is for Valeria" He reminds himself as he retreats back inside the safehouse.

——

It's not long before Rudy goes back out, forcing a smile as all the guests were welcomed inside to the massive dining hall Mr. Garza had, the room full of noise and Rudy's social anxiety began rising. He musters a calm expression and walks over to Alejandro, nose scrunching up when he can already smell beer and cigarette smoke from the loud Vaqueros.

"Mr. Vargas." He speaks up, surprised his new owner could hear him over the shouts of his Vaqueros as one of them lost a game of cards. Alejandro smiles, standing up to his full height and grabbing Rudy's hand, leaning down to kiss the back of his palm. Rudy is surprised at the nobel gesture, the heat in his cheeks visible due to his lighter complexion.

"Rodolfo, glad to see you join us. I thought my Vaqueros and I scared you off or something." Alejandro chuckles nervously, and Rudy observes his body language. Hands buried inside his pockets, his cheek tinted red, and his eyes looking anywhere but at Rudy. He's nervous, awkward, a huge contrast to the stories he heard of Alejandro Vargas.

"It takes a lot to scare me off. How are you doing? Do you like the food?" Rudy asks, sitting down in the empty seat beside Alejandro's and the taller man follows him, wincing when he hits his knee against the table. The Vaqueros shared a look before they all stood up and left, some patting Alejandro on the back. Rudy feels his nerves calm down a bit with the big audience gone, his attention going back to Alejandro who's staring at him.

"You're beautiful" He whispers, and Rudy's eyes widen. Before he can say anything, three familiar people walk over and sit down, someone two his right while the other two sit beside Alejandro. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.

"What 're ye guys talking about?" Soap asks, a slight slur in his voice and Gaz sighs from next to him.

"Nothing, hermanos. What do you want?" Alejandro turns to look at Soap and Ghost, and Rudy is surprised to see how relaxed Ghost looks when sitting next to the person he lost to. Ghost notices him staring and smirks under his mask, leaning forward and startling Rudy.

"How do you feel about Alejandro taking custody of you?" He asks, voice deep and his accent nice to listen to. As much as Rudy feared The Ghost, he admired him.

"How do you feel about Alejandro owning me?" Rudy asks, and Ghost leans back, shrugging.

"You'll be mine eventually, I'm a patient man." Ghost growls and Rudy's face is completely red. He looks down, feeling eyes on him and then there's a hand on left arm, tracing the sleeves of his gown.

"This is pretty, Rodolfo. Fits you, for now." Gaz speaks up and Rudy snaps his head to him, eyes wide. His breath hitches at Gaz's handsome face, his slight stubble and dark eyes, clouded with something. He unconsciously leans into the touch, heat traveling everywhere across his body and he feels lightheaded.

"Follow me, Rudy." Alejandro's voice breaks through and Rudy hesitates. He nods, accepting the hand and letting Alejandro guide him down the hall. He hears footsteps behind him and turns, surprised to see the three following them closely behind. Alejandro opens a door and gently pushes Rudy, who glances around the guest room in confusion. Why did they bring him in here?

"Is everything o-" he's cut off by rough lips dominating his softer ones, eyes widening as he stares at Alejandro. The heat and intensity of the kiss, his first kiss, has Rudy letting his eyes flutter shut and he wraps his arms around Alejandro's broad shoulders. Someone comes up behind him, the smell of rich cologne that he picked up on one person telling him who it is. Soap.

Soap's hands, slightly callous but gentle as he touched him, undid his cape and handed it to Gaz, who neatly folded it and placed it on a dresser. Ghost stalks over and rips the gown off of him, a gasp leaving Rudy's lips as his body is exposed to the cold air. Oh god, was he going to lose his virginity to the four of them?

"Shh, calm down, amor. We're going to take good care of you. You're our queen now, Rudy. Anything you want, we give it to you." Alejandro coos and Rudy melts, tugging at his jacket and whining softly. He felt like a bitch in heat, or whatever the saying is, but all the pressure fell on him and it wasn't bad pressure. No, he felt needy and hungry and not for food, but for the four big and burly men around him.

"P-please..." He whimpers, biting his bottom lip when he feels a hand grope his round ass. Soap grins, coming to his view.

"Please what, baby?" He says softly and Rudy felt like he could faint.

"Please...fuck me?" Rudy looks up at them for guidance, and Gaz is the one to push away Alejandro and Soap and smiles reassuringly down at him.

"Good boy, you asked so nicely. Lay down, Rudy, we'll give you what you want." He whispers and Rudy nods, stepping out of his torn gown and crawling on the bed, laying on his back and feeling his nerves spike up when the four crawl in after him. Ghost rubs his large hands up and down his thighs, the touches soothing enough that he calms down. Alejandro settles between his legs and removes his underwear, gawking at his exposed hole and Rudy shyly looks away, trying to cover himself up. Soap tsks, shaking his head and pulling his hands away.

"Don't, baby. You're so fucking gorgeous. Fuck, do you know what you do to me?" Soap growls and Rudy mewls softly when he feels teeth nibble at his inner thighs. Alejandro grins as he sucks on his pale skin, the blood rushing and forming a hickey. He watches with big, curious eyes as Gaz touches his chest, both hands groping him and his thumbs circling along his nipples.

"Look at his tits, I want to fuck them so bad." He grunts and Rudy moans, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realizes what he did. Ghost chuckles, easing his hand away before trailing a large hand down to his hole and teasing it. Rudy twitches with want, his mind foggy with lust and he whines, bucking his hips up.

"Por favor" He whimpers, and Alejandro nods. He unbuttons his trousers and Soap grabs something out of his pocket, handing a small bottle to Alejandro who gives a smile of appreciation. Rudy stares at Alejandro's dick with wide eyes, wondering how something so big could fit inside him.

"A-ale...it won't fit!" He squeaks out and they all chuckle, but not in a cruel way. Gaz runs a hand through his hair, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"It's okay, Rudy, it'll fit. It's best to have Alejandro first and not Ghost." Rudy looks over at the masked man then trails his eyes down to his noticeable bulge. Okay, even if Alejandro did fit inside him, how the hell would Ghost? That man is just a large package.

"Are you ready, Rudy?" Alejandro asks, looking at him for consent and Rudy realizes that fate gave him luck. If this was how the rest of his life would be, then he'll take it. A part of him screamed that if Graves won, the American would fuck him right away with no prep or consent. These boys though, they were thoughtful and sincere and gentle.

"Yes." He whispers, and that night becomes the queen of the united 141 and Los Vaqueros gang.

#cod fanfics #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alejandro x rodolfo #ghost x rodolfo #soap x rodolfo #gaz x rodolfo #gang au #valeria garza #call of duty #task force 141 #los vaqueros #el sin nombre

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glwingey · 5 months

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guys idk if i’ll ever finish/post my fic, but here’s a excerpt of it 🙌🏼

despite his better judgment, he didn’t shave his face for the second time in a row. not that anything impressive was happening, he discovered during his second year of law school no matter how long he’d grow it out, he’d only get a scrappy scruff at most on his face. so he usually didn’t bother, never letting himself get passed a five o’clock shadow.

but outside circumstances mess up his routine, and by the time he realized, it was too late.

because cooper noticed, and was weirdly attached to it. well, not weirdly. maybe. oliver wasn’t sure.

but cooper would touch his face even more often, running his fingers over and through the dark hair, smiling to himself at it’s prickling. after they would kiss hello or goodbye cooper would purposely rub their faces together like he was a cat or something.

so even though the blonde didn’t verbally approve it, oliver could tell cooper liked it.

he was grateful to look the clock and see that it was pass the time for him to leave, he always stayed late and he figured no one would yell at him if he left now.

so he quickly gathered his things, urgent to get home to his boy.

when he came through the door he could instantly tell the mental plans he had made weren’t happening. cooper greeted him at the door like usual, smiling, but not in his happy-to-see-you way. it looked tighter, less genuine. he kissed oliver all the same, pushing his jacket off for him.

“what’s wrong?” oliver asked him.

cooper shook his head, kissed him again, “nothing,” one more kiss, “my mom’s here.” he whispered.

“what?” oliver whispered-shouted. he’d never met the blonde’s mom, and if he thought about cooper’s dad, he didn’t really have the best track record with meeting the parents. “why?”

cooper shook his head, “she just showed up.” he said helplessly, “she’s been here for half an hour and i’m losing it.”

oliver nodded at him, gesturing him to direct. they ended in the kitchen, where a pretty blonde woman who looked just like cooper sat, cup of tea in her hands. the mug was well worn and loved, one of cooper’s favorites, he wondered if the blonde had given it to her on purpose.

and, based on nothing at all, oliver thought maybe mrs. bradford would be the total opposite of her husband. she’d be as warm and inviting as her son, as kind and sweet. she’d be a bright spot in the bradford’s otherwise dark world, but when he introduced himself and offered a hand he could tell she was as bitter as her tea.

she leveled him with a stare that made him feel like he was being scolded by his mom at age eleven.

“you’re the one that got cooper to run off?” she asked, cooper pushed him into the chair opposite, standing behind him.

he sighed, like this was a recurring conversation.

“i didn’t ‘run off’, mom.” he said.

she waved him off.

“cooper told me your a lawyer.” she said instead, voice cold and solid, like ice.

“yes ma’am. for about two years.”

“well, at least one of you has some sense.” she said, and oliver could feel cooper flinch behind him, his mom must’ve saw because she frowned.

“why are you just standing there? sit down.”

cooper sighed again, walking off to their hallway closet, where they kept a few extra folding chairs incase that had people over. even though he was still in his line of sight, oliver couldn’t help feel like he was trapped with his mother alone. he could feel her gaze, like she was sizing him up.

“what do your parents do?” she asked.

“my dad is a history professor and my mom stays home.” it’s hard to say stay-at-home-mom when there aren’t really any kids there.

she nods, but doesn’t say anything else.

cooper came back, chair in hand. “are you staying for dinner?” he asked, and oliver could hear the ‘please don’t’ in his voice.

“what’re you making?” oliver asked.

“spaghetti, probably.”

mrs. bradford raised her eyebrows, looking at her son, “you’re making it?”

the other blonde nodded.

“so you do know how to do something.”

cooper’s knee shook under the table and oliver could see his jaw clench, he started picking at the table, which seem to anger his mother more.

“stop fidgeting.”

cooper stilled, like a switch was flipped. it was weird, oliver never saw him so motionless. the boy was always moving, tapping his fingers, bouncing his leg, like there was a song in his head only he could hear the beats to.

his mother didn’t lift her glare though, not until she took another sip of tea.

“do you have any siblings, oliver?” she sounded like saying his name was something difficult, or foreign. nothing like when cooper said it.

“two, a older sister and a younger sister.”

she nodded, “that makes sense.”

before he could ask what that meant she began again, “you used to work for my husband.”

“yes.”

“and now you don’t, because of him.” she gestured to her son, who hadn’t moved since she told him not to do so.

“it was my decision.” he said.

she just hummed, “he doesn’t have any money, not yet anyway, he only gets what we give him until he gets married or die. it looks like the latter will be coming first.”

“i have my own money.” and, oliver could marry cooper if he wanted too, but something told him they still wouldn’t give cooper his money.

“right, im sure you do, being a lawyer and all.” she smiled, not kindly, before standing. “i should be going.”

cooper followed her up, “i’ll walk you down.”

“i’ll do it, you can get started on dinner.” oliver spoke before his brain could catch up, hand on his boyfriend’s arm. “don’t worry about it.”

cooper looked to his mother, who seemed to think for a moment before nodding. “that’ll be fine.”

he helped her with her coat and ushered her out the door before she could say anything else about anything, cooper gave a halfhearted wave but otherwise said nothing.

it was a quiet trip down, thankfully, and oliver thought maybe he was in the clear.

“you know, you could find someone a lot better for yourself.”

oliver looked at her sharply, they were on the curb, waiting for a black bradford car cooper used to ride in.

“i don’t think so.”

“you seem like a good man.” she said, confused.

“cooper is plenty good for me, too good for me, in fact. he’s your son, you should know that.”

she waved him off, “i haven’t known that boy in a long time.”

oliver opened his mouth to speak, but her car pulled up and swept her away before he could. he turned back to the building, deciding he’d keep this conversation to himself. usually he’d tell cooper everything, but this didn’t seem like one of those times.

this was proven when he entered the apartment again and saw all the lights off, the extra chair still at the table, along with mrs bradford’s half drank tea, and nothing being cooked.

oliver followed the hallway down to the bedroom, quietly knocking on the door.

“cooper?”

the boy was lying in the dark, facing away, but he half turned at oliver’s voice.

“do you want anything?” oliver asked.

the other boy didn’t respond.

#american housewife #oliver otto #cooper bradford

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pollylynn · 10 months

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Title: Innominate WC: 900

“Maybe there’s more going on than just a tryst.” —Richard Castle, Overkill (2 x 23)

Demming is not her boyfriend. Tom is not . . . Tom Demming is not her boyfriend. For one thing, she is a grown woman, and grown women don’t have boyfriends. They have . . . guys they are . . . seeing—guys whom they don’t know what to call. And if they’re grown women who are also cops, they doubly don’t know what to call them, because there’s the name thing and there’s the label thing.

The name thing is bad enough. For her, it’s bad enough. For him—Tom. Demming. Whatever.—it doesn’t seem so bad. He calls her Kate with no trouble at all. Over coffee, it’s Kate. When he’s handing her into the cab they’re sharing, it’s Kate. When he kisses her outside the glass door to the lobby of her building, it’s Goodnight, Kate.

It makes her jump every time.

She is Katie to her dad, to her overbearing aunts and uncles and cousins. She is—as she’s only just recently been reminded—Bex to the people who knew her before, to the people who mostly bought the act and thought she was cool back in the day. She was, for all too brief a time, Kate to her mom, who at least made the effort in the early days of the most insufferable version of Bex, when she decided she would never again answer Katie. And now she is Kate to Demming. Tom. Tom Demming, who is not her boyfriend.

To his credit, he calls her Beckett, too. Because he’s a cop. He’s a colleague. He has expertise that just happens to have been relevant to a few of her most recent cases, and that expertise extends to knowing that she’s Beckett at work. When it’s at the board and not over coffee. When he’s holding the door from the precinct lobby out on to the street, and not handing her into the cab they’re sharing—it’s Beckett then.

It’s probably not worthy of a gold star, the fact that he knows what to call her and when and where to call her by one name or the other. It’s probably not worthy of comment, except that she doesn’t know what to call him. Or, rather, she does. It’s obvious, and even if it weren’t, she has his example to follow, doesn’t she? She knows the what, where, and when of what she should call him, but it doesn’t come easily.

The tip of her tongue touches the roof of her mouth to make the T in Tom, but it hesitates. It backpedals to a D, and she’s caught up in a Detective Demming spiral at the most inappropriate moments. Or she stalls out entirely, trailing off into something along the lines of oh, you. She tries to make a joke of it—the fact that she trips over what name to call him every single time. He tries to take it that way, but it has to be obvious that neither of his names comes easily to her.

And the issue of labels is worse. He doesn’t call her his girlfriend. Actually, she does not know this for a fact. But she is of the opinion that he had better fucking not be calling her his girlfriend. She is also of the opinion, if she is being honest with herself (she is not sure that being honest with herself is on the table when it comes to any of this), that the way the very thought of him calling her his girlfriend pegs her rage meter is . . . notable. It is possibly not entirely explained by the fact that she is a grown woman and a cop and she is not anyone’s girl-anything.

It is possibly entirely explained by Richard Castle and the conclusions he is oh-so-sorry to have jumped to. Despite her stammering—regardless of the wandering tip of her tongue when it comes to calling another man by his name (any of his names)—Richard Castle is almost certainly the one wholly responsible for the spike in her blood pressure as her mind manufactures scenarios in which Tom Demming—Detective Not Boyfriend—might be casually referring to her using the G-word.

Demming is a Robbery detective, and a good one at that. Demming has a professional network almost entirely different from her own. Demming has perspective on cases that’s different from her own, but rooted in training and actual investigative experience—not wild speculation and a disdain for logic, unlike some people she could (much more easily) name.

Detective Demming is the man she’s called in to consult of late, and how dare Castle question that? How dare he imply that she would ever—ever—invent lines of investigation, just so that she could see the guy she happens to be . . . seeing? That guy—whatever anyone wants to call him—is not the guy who gets to write on the murder board. He’s not the guy who gets to tag in on her interrogations.

He’s the guy who’s been showing up for coffee, who holds doors and hails cabs, who kisses her on the stoop outside her lobby, because they are not at the Why don’t you come up? stage. Not at her place, anyway. Not yet. Or maybe not ever.

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t have to know what to call him or when to invite him up. (If ever.)

And it’s none of his—of Richard Castle’s—business.

A/N: She soooo wants to deny that Demming is her boyfriend.

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“ yeah, i’ll be here. i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running. ” with steve pls

oh my heart 😭

warnings: divorced parents. dad works two jobs and mom dipped, reader shuts themselves off mostly, fear of abandonment, dad getting a new girlfriend, not proofread

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you didn't stick around long when it came to friends. you were independent, introverted, and stuck to yourself and no one else. the only person who you'd ever really considered a friend at some point in your life was your next-door neighbor, steve harrington.

when you two were younger, you were as close as could be. there was a treehouse in your backyard and the tree that it sat in was right between your house and his. it originally was his but he wanted a friend. so, it became yours as well. your parents knew that if they couldn't find you, you were probably with steve and vice versa with his parents and if either of them couldn't find both of you, you two were probably in the treehouse giggling your lives away.

though, when your parents got divorced when you were eleven, you sort of shut yourself off from the world, steve included. you never went to the treehouse anymore. you never made any effort to see or talk to him. you pretty much stayed in your room all the time. yes, they fought all the time before finally making the split, but you much rather would've had them unhappy together than happy apart. was that selfish of you? completely and could you now see that? of course, but it didn't make your childhood heart feel any better.

your mom was the one that left your house and she didn't really make any effort to see you after all was said and done. as for your dad, he had to pick up a second job to help pay for the house you lived in because he knew you loved it and didn't want to burden you even more with a move.

that was now six years ago and you still stuck to yourself. you didn't want to grow an attachment like you did to your mom and just have them leave you or have them be too busy to spend actual time with you like your dad. you loved and appreciated everything he did, but you did wish he was more present in your life.

he did have time for someone else though as you found out. when you came home that night to your normally silent home, you heard laughter, one higher pitched in comparison. you had no idea what was going on and walked further into the living room to see your dad sitting next to a blonde with his arm around her shoulder.

"hey kiddo, this is cindy." the woman extended her hand, but you didn't offer her your own.

"i have homework to do," you told him blankly and moved toward the stairs. but you stopped yourself from taking the first step when anger, hurt, and betrayal twisted inside you. you couldn't stand to be in the same house as them, not right now. you slipped out the back door and climbed up the tree you hadn't touched in years.

one of steve's favorite things about his room was that his window had a direct view of the treehouse you two used to share. he used to wait by the window until he saw you skipping over to the tree and waving at him to come on. he never expected to see you going up there again, but here he stood by his window watching you climb up the steps his dad nailed in when he was four.

steve had tried to fix whatever happened between you two several times and his heart wanted him to go out there and try again. but he feared any more attempts would further drive in the wedge. he was about to turn around and do something else, but he watched you stop right when you were at the entrance and your shoulders shook before you hurried in. he debated with himself for a little longer on whether he should go and offer his support or leave you be like you probably preferred. after a moment, his feet lead him outside.

he told himself the whole way there that this was a bad idea, but his brain wasn't listening and took him up the steps you took earlier. to calm himself, he took in a long breath and knocked on the trapdoor. upon hearing your sobs stop, he slowly pushed up on it and met your eyes.

"i didn't know you still came up here. i can leave." you moved to get up, but steve shook his head.

"no, you can stay. i only came because i saw you come up here. are you, um- are you alright?" steve asked, still only partially inside the treehouse. his feet rested on the steps while his elbows leaned against the floor.

"dad has a new girlfriend. does that answer your question?" you didn't mean for it to come off rude, but you were angry. not with steve, but with your father. since you and steve split ways, you didn't know he dealt with the same stuff. yeah, his parents were still together, but they were never home or cared about him like they used to.

"oh, uh, that sucks," he stated awkwardly. it was like he didn't know how to speak to you anymore.

"yeah." you liked his presence. you wouldn't lie about that, but right now, you wanted to be alone. he could sense that just like he used to be able to do with you. some things never change.

"i know we aren't where we used to be, but i still care about you, y/n. and i may not totally understand your situation, but things have changed on my side too. i get what you're going through more than i used to, but i know you want to be alone right now, so yeah, i’ll be here," he threw his thumb over his shoulder to point toward his house, "i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running, okay?"

you didn't respond except for a mere nod that was barely noticeable, so steve moved to leave. he paused when you spoke. "steve?"

"yeah?"

"thank you." the boy visibly softened at your words and sent you a smile before retreating out of the treehouse to let you be alone.

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