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burn your life down | chef luca x fem! reader | part seven
summary: you and luca go to a club opening and take an opportunity to learn more about each other.
warnings: fluff, smut (18+ only), eventual angst not use of y/n, conversations about divorce, slow burn, baby, second person pov, swearing, danish inaccuracies, very little connection to the world of the bear.
word count: 5.3k
listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist
a/n: hi cuties. here is a long chapter with a whole lot of juicy content considering i've been gone all week. i'm also hard launching what luca's last name could be in this series -- something i've brainstormed with @arctvrvs and @superhoeva. there IS smut so please be respectful of it being 18+ only content.
also: mild implication on reader/mc having some kind of asian heritage, but you can super not take it that way, which is why i wrote joe's family as japanese-english. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!
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“Cool shoes,” you say, your eyes fixed to Luca’s choice of Nikes for the night, instantly chuckling to yourself as you realize how silly the words coming out of your mouth sound. It’s like you’re a kid again, sitting on the back of the bus with her crush, trying to come up with something– anything – to say.
Luca chuckles, stealing a glance your way as he replies, “Yeah I've got a bit of a thing for them – trainers.”
“I… noticed,” you say, exchanging a look with him, your eyes meeting his as the two of you sit side by side on the train.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, there’s the coffee table book – that and you wore some to the ballet,” you explain, a blush running across your cheeks.
“You noticed that?” he questions with a hint of amusement in his voice, only a little surprised that you’ve picked up on the little things before he’s shared them with you.
“I notice you,” you answer, your voice quieter, yet genuine in your admission.”
He smirks.
“And?”
“And… so far, I like what I see,” you flirt, boldly, this time.
The right side of his mouth turns up into a small smile, and while you’re too busy reading his facial expressions, Luca’s busy finding your hand with his. You can feel it: the lightest touch that sets off butterflies in your belly, his fingers tangling with yours as you ride the train with him to Vesterbro, the humble beginnings of something good.
As Luca continues glancing over at you, he shakes his head incredulously, letting out a small laugh in the opposite direction.
“Hmm?” you hum, inquisitively, stealing a glance his way this time.
“You just ehm…” he trails off, almost as if he’s not sure how to say what he wants to say next. “... you look… really beautiful tonight.”
“Uh-, I-, Thank you,” you stumble through, deciding you’ll just accept his compliment.
It’s not like you don’t know it – didn’t know what you were doing when you put on the barely-there lace bodysuit meant to be a lingerie teddy, that lays perfectly layered underneath your high rise pair of denim. The plunge neckline is cut deep, showcasing quite a bit of inner boob, so much of your cleavage, that you put pasties on just in case. You can tell Luca’s having trouble not ogling you as you smirk, giving his hand a confident squeeze.
As you get off the train and back up to street level, you discover that it’s not a long walk to where the newly-opened club is located. Luca hasn’t let go of your hand and you savor the feeling of new love as the two of you walk hand in hand.
“So explain to me again what all the drama’s about again,” Luca requests, recalling something you previously mentioned.
“Oh it’s a whole thing,” you sigh, as you begin trying to explain yesterday’s gossip. “The guy Jesper is dating is one of the guys opening the club. I don’t think it’s serious, perhaps just a… fling of sorts, but Jesper’s ex-girlfriend who he dated for two years is a… well, she’s a bit of an influencer and it’s a whole thing because she’ll be there too.”
“Ooof,” Luca sounds, giving you a grateful hand squeeze.
“Yeah. Any ex girlfriends we might run into tonight?” you ask, only half-joking.
Luca shakes his head, “I doubt it. I don’t get out much.” He pauses. “Think my last serious ex-girlfriend moved to Spain a year ago or so.”
You hum in response, momentarily relieved that the likelihood of running into any of Luca’s exes tonight is low, considering it wasn’t something you’d worried about until the words were coming out of your mouth. You’re ready to wait in the line that’s formed outside of the club until you hear the sharp sound of Jesper calling your name, waving you into the club. You watch as he exchanges words with the bartender, while Luca mutters something to you about how fancy he feels about skipping the line.
You and Luca follow Jesper down the long, dark hallway, the feeling of pulsating music and a heavy bassline undulating underneath your feet with each step. It feels more like a grungy club in Berlin than Copenhagen, but it seems like it’s what they’re going for, and you thank your past-self for choosing to wear something this sexy. While you feel out of place, at least you look like you knew what you were getting yourself into.
“I’m glad you made it!” Jesper shouts over the loud music as he leads you and Luca to a table in the VIP area.
“What? Thought I’d skip?” you shout back with a raised eyebrow.
This time, Jesper leans in closer, “Thought you and Prince Charming would have a hard time leaving the bedroom now that you two are-.”
“Jesper!”
“What?” he asks with a shrug, looking from you to Luca, who sends you a quizzical look of his own.
You send him an ‘I’m so sorry’ look before ignoring Jesper’s comment.
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this yet,” you say, and you’re only half-joking.
“Can I get you a drink?” Luca asks, overhearing your comment.
“Yes,” you nod, before telling him your drink order.
“Great. I’ll go,” he offers, though it’s more like a confirmation than anything else. He leaves the sweetest peck on your lips, earning a look from Jesper as you watch Luca disappear into the crowd.
“Please don’t tell me you haven’t-,” Jesper groans.
“We haven’t,” you interject, firmly.
“You’ve got more self control than I would,” Jesper sighs, disappointedly as he shakes his head your way.
Before you can reply, a pair of arms are wrapping around you as Mathilde’s voice follows with:
“Jesus Christ! Who said you could be hotter than me at my brother’s fling’s club opening?” Mathilde teases you, giving you a big hug.
“It’s not just a fling!” Jesper protests at the same time as you, replying with: “It’s good to see you too, Mathilde.”
It really had only been a few hours since you closed down the restaurant for the night, but seeing the Mikkelson twins off the clock was a whole other animal. You can imagine a time, when they were both single, that the two of them could have ruled the Copenhagen social scene – two fiery forces to be reckoned with.
“So have we run into the ex-girlfriend yet?” you ask, desperate to get the spotlight off of whether you and Luca had slept together yet.
“Ahhhh,” Mathilde smirks. “No sign yet, but my money is on a fashionably late arrival.”
“What’s the drama? Claudio knows you’re bi. You and Sofia ended on good terms. I don’t get it,” you ask, curiously.
“Because it’s Claudio’s big night. And I don’t want anything to fuck with it,” Jesper begins.
“And because Jesper’s a big drama queen,” Mathilde adds, as her brother glares at her in response.
“Who cares about how the night goes,” you chime in, from the perspective of an optimist.
“So you and Luca…” Mathilde solicits, raising her eyebrows a few times cheekily.
“It’s good,” you guys, a broad smile spreading across your lips. “I mean… it’s really, really good.”
It’s good morning texts. And funny cartoons he sends you from the paper. And using him as a soundboard for new dish ideas.
“I’m proud of you, babe,” Mathilde smiles proudly. “For taking the leap.”
“I-,” you begin, before pausing. “Me too. I’m proud of me too.”
It’s then that you see Luca appear, just at the opening of the VIP area, headed in your direction with Emil following closely behind.
“Hey!” you greet the both of them as they approach. While Luca has your drinks, Emil carries a tray filled with shots that you're not entirely sure you’re ready for. Your eyes widen. “Shots?”
Emil only shrugs, as Jesper corrals you, Luca, and Mathilde for a round of shots. You all pick up the soon-to-be-yours shot glasses, as Luca scoots over so that he stands closely, next to you.
He leans in, the feeling of his lips ghosting over your ear sends a chill down your spine as he murmurs, “How much do you want to bet we’ll regret this tomorrow?”
“Oh, so much,” you answer, turning ever so slightly towards him, your lips inchest away from his.
“To a night of letting loose,” Jesper shouts over the loud music as he begins his toast. “To old friends.” He pauses, toasting his glass towards Luca this time. “And new.”
“Skal!”
“Skal!” you all echo as you cheers.
“Eye contact!” Jesper orders, earning a laugh from you and another questioning look from Luca.
Over the electronic music and flashing laser lights, you take in the sound of shot glasses hitting the table, the faces made in response to the bitter liquid, the whoops and cheers of a triumphant first shot of the night.
You set your shot glass down on the tray along with the other empty ones as Luca asks you:
“Eye contact?”
“Yeah,” you shrug in response, taking a more flirtatious approach as you continue your explanation. “You’ve gotta make eye contact while you cheers or it’s seven years of bad sex.”
“Huh,” Luca smirks in response as you take his hand.
“I think I’m ready for a proper drink now,” you coo, a seductive tone in your voice that Luca hasn’t heard yet.
He likes it. Not just because it’s for him, but because he likes discovering these new parts of you, unraveling you as he goes, finding something different every time.
And the more he learns, the more he likes you.
He really likes you.
Luca is quick to locate where he put your drinks down right before you started taking shots. He hands you yours, then goes for his this time, raising his glass towards you.
“Cheers,” you say with a raise of an eyebrow.
“Cheers,” he replies, clinking his glass with yours with immovable eye contact.
You raise your glass to your lips, taking your first sip, as Luca does the same, holding your gaze the entire time as if it’s a damn promise. Before anything can get too heated (because you swear the way he’s looking at you could start a forest fire) you hear the sound of Mathilde’s voice as she saunters over to the two of you.
“Luca!” you hear her call out. “Come. Have a sit. I want to know everything about you.”
You giggle, watching her usher Luca away so that she can bombard him with questions, and your heart fills with warmth. He’s here – meeting your friends, meeting your people – and you don’t even feel like running in the opposite direction.
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In tandem with the loud, pulsating dance music, you move your hips in a swaying motion, against the feel of Luca’s tall, broad body. You’ve got your arms wrapped around his neck and at this point, you’re quite sure you’ve lost count of the drinks you’ve had.
That anyone’s had, really.
“Have I told you how absolutely ravishing you look tonight?” Luca rasps, leaning down so that the sound he makes vibrates right against your ear.
You let out a gasp, the feel of his body pressed up against yours and the sound of his voice all feel too good.
“I think last time you said ‘beautiful,’” you tease him, playfully.
“Why can’t it be both, darling?” he asks you, grinning down at you.
Instead of answering, you pull him towards you, pressing your mouth to his in a passionate attempt, yet very sloppy, drunk kiss.
Do you want to get out of here? is what you think he’s going to say, but instead, Luca pulls back from the kiss, only to lean in once more as he whispers in your ear:
“Are you hungry?”
You laugh at the unexpected question, and suddenly, it becomes apparent to you that you’re starving.
“Yes. You wanna get out of here?” you ask back.
“Lead the way.”
Knowing it’ll take longer than you’d like for it too, you bypass the idea of trying to find everyone to say goodbye, and skip right to the Irish Goodbye, leading Luca out of the noisy club and back out to the bustling streets that are the red light district. The two of you are blissfully drunk and giggly as you sit on the train, on the way back to your place.
You’re more than grateful that you live so close to the train station, since it’s only a quick walk back to your apartment.
“I can’t believe those girls from the train were only just starting their night’s. Can you believe it?” you ask with a giggle, as Luca follows you up the stairs of your walk up. You fidget with your keys, unlocking the door as you continue on about how you’re not twenty five anymore and tonight’s reminded you that you can barely keep up now.
But Luca doesn’t answer your question.
Instead, as soon as you close the door behind you, he’s pressing you up against it and kissing you like he’s going off to war tomorrow. You sigh his name against his lips as you kiss him back, completely turned on by the brute force of a man as tall as him. Your head spins as you realize that he’s only just started kissing you and he’s already got you this hot and bothered. You can’t tell whether it’s the alcohol, the way his lips move expertly against yours, or the way his hands snake up your torso, inching dangerously close to the exposed skin of your plunging lace teddy.
“Touch me,” you gasp as an encouragement, impatient with the way your nerves seem to be screaming for more of his touch.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his large hands moving to cover your breasts, only confirming his suspicions that you’ve been braless this whole time.
This new discovery leads to another moan from his mouth as his hands wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. Luca presses his forehead against yours, abruptly breaking the kiss, his breath heavier, more uneven now.
“Fuck, I think I might be too pissed for this,” Luca murmurs, as you try to catch your breath, knowing that he means drunk.
You giggle, as you admit, “That’s-. Yes. I… too am very drunk.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he starts up again, leaving a small kiss on your lips. “But I’m not sure that’s quite the impression I want to leave on you either.”
“That’s… so respectable,” you say on an exhale, in pure disbelief of how perfect this man is.
“Plus,” he continues, in between kisses as his lips begin to place gentle kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “When we do finally sleep together. I want you to remember. Every. Single. Thing. I do to you.”
You’re not sure whether you feel completely sexually frustrated or entirely turned on by how responsible of a decision Luca’s making for the both of you, considering the circumstances. Luca leaves a trail of kisses up your neck once more earning a moan from you as manage to get out:
“Fuck, okay. Just let me cook you something.”
You both laugh as he agrees to the terms of your agreement. You playfully shove Luca off of you, knowing that you won’t be able to function much longer if he stays pressed up against you like this.
“Wait here,” you order, holding up your index finger as if to say, ‘give me a moment,’ before disappearing into your bedroom.
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By the time you emerge from your bedroom, you’ve changed into one of your favorite t-shirts to sleep in – an old, mildly tattered Rolling Stones tee that you once bought at the thrift shop back in college. Luca’s kicked off his shoes and has found a few of your cookbooks that he’s started flipping through as you pull an amalgam of half-full frozen dumpling bags out of your freezer. With your pan on the stovetop preheating, you silently offer Luca a glass of water, before leaving a soft kiss on his lips once more.
You put a little music on, just something soft for the background as you add oil to the increasingly hot pan. Luca hums along with the song that’s playing, cookbook in one hand, glass of water in the other, as he approaches you, making his way to the kitchen island that sits directly across from your gas stove. He settles in, placing both objects down on the counter top as he sits down on the barstool you have tucked underneath the kitchen island.
There’s a quiet intimacy about the way you move around each other, so comfortable, so familiar, even if you’ve only just met within the last few months. The sound of sizzling hot oil as you place the first frozen dumpling down into the pan adds texture to the symphony of your evening: your choice of music, Luca’s soft humming, the way the pan slides against the coils of your gas stove as you shake it.
“Did you grow up cooking like this?” Luca asks, breaking the comfortable silence between you.
“Uh… yes. And also no,” you reply, cryptically, ready to explain more.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Luca says with a chuckle. “You know… when I met you. When I first came to the restaurant… I was pleasantly surprised.” He takes a beat, taking a quick sip of water as he explains himself. “It’s just that the whole fusion thing got a little tired, a little too played out, but you seem to have given it new breath… new life.” Luca flips the page of the book he’s been examining.
“And I recall you saying something about an Italian restaurant… so the Asian inspired flavors….”
“Yeah, no, it’s a great question,” you reply, turning to look at him as you let the bottoms of the dumplings crisp up. “So my mom was a single parent – raised me solo. Growing up we ate a lot of easy things… you know, like frozen dumplings… and lots of Stouffer’s lasagnas which… you could say that that combination alone is perhaps the foundation of discovering my culinary voice.”
You chuckle, recalling your childhood memories as you share more.
“So no, I didn’t grow up cooking with her often. We didn’t do the whole… sit around a table and make dumplings for hours kind of thing, but Mom always has a bag of ‘em in the freezer and chili oil on hand. But yes, I grew up cooking like this, more so than anything I do now.”
Luca nods as he listens, his half smile growing as you so openly share about yourself. The way he responds to you – to learning about you – only makes you want to share more. It’s all true… but it’s not the whole story.
“Do you have siblings?” he asks, curiously.
“Nope, just me,” you answer, before deciding that you really do want to answer Luca’s initial question.
“I actually learned a lot of this stuff – about miso, how to make a proper dashi, how to pleat dumplings – from Joe. From his mom,” you hesitate, before pausing.
You want to check in with Luca, searching his face for any kind of reaction, before you proceed to talk about your ex husband considering you were so close to getting naked with him just minutes ago.
“Is it okay… if I talk about him?”
“Yeah,” Luca answers with a shrug, as if it were the simplest answer in the world. “He was a big part of your life – of you. And I like learning about you.”
You accept his answer, trying your best to be cool about the fact that the level of emotional maturity it takes to respond that way really impresses the hell out of you. Realizing that it’s time to add water to your fry pan you turn your back to Luca momentarily once more. You add the smallest bit of water from your drinking glass, a white hot sound filling your ears as the cooking process goes from pan-frying to pan-steaming. You cover the pan tightly with its lid before turning back to Luca.
“Joe’s family… they’re Japanese-English, which is really where I learned to start blending my own stories into food,” you explain, with an honesty that makes you feel incredibly naked right now. “His mom would teach me very traditional Japanese recipes when we first started dating – I think it’s how she knew how to connect with me, how we got to know each other, and I was more than eager to learn. we got to know each other. I… sort of always had a thing for food, for cooking, and learning things I didn’t necessarily learn in my immediate family unit… it was cool, you know? I just, I didn’t think it could really be a career, wasn’t my priority at the time to be an artist as the full-time gig.”
“But the more I learned from her, the more I realized that it wasn’t dissimilar from what I’d learned growing up inside of my best friend’s family’s Italian restaurant. And it all just kind of… grew from there. After Joe and I got divorced, I figured it was now or never, take the leap, do the thing I always wanted to do.”
“Opening a restaurant. That was your dream?” he asks, searching for confirmation. You nod as he smiles proudly.
“And look at you now.”
“Yes,” you chuckle, taking a breath. “Yeah, somehow I now have a whole new life and restaurant in Copenhagen.”
“You do,” Luca nods, admiration evident in his eyes.
You take a beat because the way he looks at you sends another rush through you, and this time, you know it’s not the alcohol.
“While we’re on the subject… What about you? What are your parents like?” you ask, shifting the spotlight over to him this time.
“Well, like you, I grew up mostly with a single mom,” Luca replies, as a flash of recognition flashes through your eyes.
“Mostly?” you question.
“Yeah um..” he trails off.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t-,” you interject.
“No, I-, I want you to know,” he reassures you, a soft look in his eyes that makes you want to trust his word, as if he wants you to know him too.
“Okay,” you say, softly.
You’re not sure a man’s ever let you in like this before and it feels terrifying and electric all at once.
“My full name is Luca Davies-Bernardi,” he starts. “...but I dropped the last part when I turned eighteen.” Luca flips another page over, glancing down quickly before he returns his gaze to yours.
“My mum had me when she was pretty young. Got a bit of the short end of the stick when my dad left her and me. I was… three or four maybe? A real tosser, if you ask me.”
“Woah,” you sound on an exhale, as you listen.
“Yeah,” he scoffs, before continuing.
“He got another woman pregnant. Moved back to Italy instead of staying here with us. Apparently I’ve got a sister, out there… somewhere.”
You wait a beat before asking:
“And he never tried to keep in touch?”
“He tried,” Luca admits, a hint of bitterness in the way the words come out. “But I was a really angry kid. And as I grew older, I just didn’t see the point.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, empathetically.
“No it’s-, I dunno,” Luca shrugs. “I much rather put my energy into my relationship with my mum. We’re actually quite close.”
“Yeah?” you ask with a smile, because it really is the most darling thing you’ve ever heard.
“Yeah,” he answers, leaning in to show you the larger forearm piece he has on his left arm. “I got this tattoo for her. She was a nurse… for most of my childhood. It’s what she had to do, so she worked a lot. I had a lot of time on my hands, perhaps why I got into so much trouble as a kid. Really put her through it till I started working in the kitchen.”
“You little rebel, you,” you tease him, with a giggle. Turning your attention back to your stovetop, you remove the lid and the pan for its heat source, before turning off the stove entirely. Giggling again you add, “You know, I’m just trying to picture it.
“Oh, I’m sure I have a few old photos around my flat somewhere,” Luca laughs, as if it’s a promise that he’ll show you someday.
“Your mom sounds like a badass,” you sigh, making your way around your small kitchen island so that you’re standing right in front of him.
“So does yours,” he replies, reaching for your hands.
As your eyes take in the ink that adorns his hands and his arms, you drag your fingertips across the little designs: the A, the scotch bonnet, the nurse tattoo he got for his mother.
“And I like them… your tattoos,” you finally say, breaking the momentary silence between the two of you.
“Oh yeah?” he smirks, his eyes catching yours as you look up at him.
“Yesssss. They are… very sexy,” you smirk in return, biting down on your lower lip as you run your fingertips along his inked forearms.
“Glad you like ‘em. They’re permanent,” he preens, showing off cheekily
“Oh shut up,” you tease him as you place the gentlest peck against his full lips.
He chuckles, pulling you in for another kiss, this time deepening it.
As Luca kisses you, your mind wanders to his choice of words.
Permanent.
Of course it’s too freaking soon to think anything else of it other than this:
If it were up to him, Luca’s not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
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As the morning light trickles in through your bedroom window, it dawns on you that you are not alone. You blink your eyes open, taking in the image of the gorgeous man that lays beside you.
The one who you ate dumplings with on your couch in the early hours of the morning. The one that fell asleep with you in your bed last night, because there was no way in hell you were letting him walk home at 4 am. The one who's making your heart race and your head spin and who reminds you that there is romance in this world.
Yep, that one.
You slip out of bed, careful not to wake him as you get up to pee, the massive headache a result of far too many drinks consumed last night. You tiptoe into your kitchen, filling up your glasses from last night with fresh water before heading back to the bedroom.
“Good idea,” Luca says, as he notices the glasses of water you return with.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask.
He shakes his head, “It’s alright.”
“Figured they’d be helpful considering neither of us are 21 any more,” you joke in reference to the water, as Luca sits up in your bed.
Handing him his glass, he happily takes it before taking a few greedy sips of water. It’s a silent exchange: he hands you the water glass and you place it back on your bedside table before crawling back into bed with him.
The way you fit curled up against his side feels better than you imagined as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, whispering a soft ‘good morning.’
“Morning,” you reply softly.
You’re not sure how long you lay there, or how long it takes, or who makes the first move, but one minute you’re peacefully snuggled up to Luca’s side, and the next, he’s all over you, rolling you over onto your back as he presses hot kisses to your mouth, to your neck, his hands snaking underneath your favorite Rolling Stones t-shirt as you sigh out his name.
“Luca.”
“Yes, love?”
You repeat your plea from last night – now that neither of you are intoxicated.
“Touch me.”
No longer hesitant, Luca grabs at your breasts, his face buried in your neck as he sucks, kisses, leaves love bites all over you as you arch your chest up into his hands. Large hands cover each breast and you moan as you feel his thumbs graze your nipples, your breathing becoming heavier with each touch.
“God, you’re incredible,” he murmurs into your skin, one hand making its way down your body at a smooth, slow pace. His fingers play with the waistband of your panties, and he knows that he’s got you in the palm of his hand as you’re more than impatient for him to continue his exploration.
“May I?” he asks cooly.
You let out a frustrated moan, anticipating his touch like your life depends on it.
“Please,” you beg, a desperateness in your voice that you’re unfamiliar with.
“Well when you ask so nicely,” Luca smirks, cockily.
You wish you had it in you to roll your eyes, to shake your head, to tell him to shut it, but as soon as his fingers slip into your panties, your mind goes blank. He sighs softly at the feel of you, then puts all of his energy into sliding your panties down your legs, the wet heat of you already slick with desire for him.
“My god,” he groans, as soon as his fingers find the wetness that’s pooled between your legs. “This all for me?”
And you don’t even have it in you to reply, letting out a loud, keening moan as his fingers slide through your folds, parting them as he explores new territory. They move up a few inches, dragging your wetness up and down your core, expertly finding your clit as you hiss in pleasure.
“What do you think?” you bite back, letting out another moan.
Luca smirks, watching as you writhe underneath him, enjoying the way you look at his mercy.
“I think,” he begins, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit, earning a gasp from your mouth. “I know. That this is all for me.”
“Fuck!” you cry out as Luca pushes his index finger into you.
The way you feel stretching around his finger elicits a moan from him too this time.
“You’re so tight, love,” he groans, as if he’s getting off to the idea of you.
You fall into a haze as Luca begins to fuck you with his finger. One. Then two. And before you know it, he’s moving at a rapid pace, his fingers buried deep inside of you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you calling out his name while his thumb comes up to pay close attention to your clit once again. You’re on the edge, ready to come undone, the coil that’s building in your belly ready to burst.
It’s all Luca, and fuck, and I’m so close, and yes right there, are met with groans of your name, eyes that look at you like you’re a work of art, and hands that are intent on bringing you to your climax.
“I want to see you fall apart, love,” Luca commands, his voice low and raspy.
And that’s all it takes for you to cum around his fingers while they work you through your climax so beautifully. You cry out his name, your eyes snapped shut as you experience one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time.
“Holy shit,” you pant, trying your best to catch your breath as you come down.
You whimper at the loss of him as he slides his fingers out of you, both hands come up to your torso as he kisses you passionately, deeply, breathlessly.
“C’mon,” he says as he pulls away from the searing kiss, knowing that he is fully in control here.
“Let’s get you some breakfast.”
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a/n: IS EVERYONE DOING OK BC WOW THE SEXUAL TENSION
#chef luca#will poulter#luca the bear#the bear season 2#the bear headcanon#luca x reader#the bear hulu#the bear fx#the bear fanfiction#chef luca x reader#pastry chef luca#burn your life down
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wanting was enough | a. targaryen
Description: Aegon Targaryen falls for his father's caretaker. Loosely based on Knives Out.
Rating: 16+
Aegon couldn't understand why his father loved everyone except his own children. He couldn't understand why Viserys' eyes would soften around his adopted children (namely Rhaenyra), but never around his trueborn ones. It was frustrating, but he knew that trying to fight against it was impossible. It was a losing game.
"How's dad?" Helaena inquires, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Everyone could hear Viserys' complaints of pain last night. Old age was a bitch. Aegon could only pray that his father dies soon - at least they'd be left with money - but alas, bad grass die slow.
"Don't know. Wasn't allowed inside." he answered, taking the mug out of the counter - stealing his sister's coffee before she could take a sip. "I'll ask (your name) then," Helaena replies - rolling her eyes as he takes a sip of her sweetened cup of joe.
His eyebrows bumped into each other.
"Who?" he inquires - unfamiliar with the name. "Dad's nurse, apparently he's paying for her uni. She wants to be a doctor." Aemond barges into the room, pushing his siblings away as he boils water for their mother's tea.
Aegon snorts.
"I wasn't aware that our father ran a fucking foundation." he complains. Why was Viserys paying for another person's education when he didn't want to pay for his?
"I don't give a fuck about it - but the nurse is kinda hot." Aemond ponders - a pout was on his lips, contemplating on whether or not he'd 'tap' that. "I'll see where it goes." he smirks, already imagining your lips around him.
"Disgusting," Helaena shakes her head - pouring herself another cup of coffee, making sure to add a lot of creamer in order to avoid the bitter taste. "Hel, everyone knows that you swing both ways - I'm pretty sure she's hot in a female gaze too." Aemond nods his head - like they were talking about a celebrity and not a fucking girl that was sharing the same room as them.
"I'll be the judge of that," her eyes narrowed, and the kettle began to boil. Aemond lets out a sarcastic chuckle, holding the pot in his left hand and stealing his sister's coffee with the other. "Thanks, Hel." he grinned, walking out of the kitchen before Helaena could hit his head.
Aegon clenches his jaw at the sight of you. Beautiful - that he almost forgot what his name was.
"Viserys is alright. He had a bit of a back pain last night." you smiled at his mother - eyes dazzling and joyous.
What did it feel like to be happy all the time?
Your eyes trail towards him - scanning his shirtless body with hidden intention. He didn't have abs or anything - his stomach was round and perfect. Enough to leave a lot to imagination. Aegon's eyes widen, realizing that he was just wearing his towel.
Alicent turns to look behind her.
"Umm mom, where did you put my clothes?" he scratched the back of his head. This wasn't a pleasant first meeting.
"They're in the laundry room, (your name). Can you get them?" Alicent tilted her head. You reply with a nod - immediately walking and retrieving his clothes.
He paces back and forth in his room, feeling the water drip down his body. He felt embarrassed that you saw him that way - but also slightly happy because he could see that he was your type.
A knock on the door breaks him from his thoughts.
He opens the door quickly, peaking his head through and meeting your eyes. "Here are your clothes! I ironed them, I'm sorry it took so long." you smile at him and his hand reaches to touch his shirt.
It was warm, that means that you weren't lying.
"That's okay," he kept staring at your eyes - finding himself drawn in by their beautiful hues. "Is there anything else you need help with?" you raise both of your eyebrows and he shakes his head.
"T-thank you," he stuttered - not used to saying that word.
It was the evening of Helaena's birthday. The young guests were drunk - and the old guests were either sleeping upstairs or home. Aegon couldn't find himself drinking alcohol - it was too familiar to his father - too familiar to feel safe.
His eyes drift towards the dance floor - where you were joyfully dancing with one of his ex-classmates.
He knows who that man is - Cregan Stark. A younger boy who was accelerated into his section. He hates him. Cregan was cocky, arrogant, and too sure of himself - basically a copy of Aegon.
His jaw clenches - seeing you grind against him like a whore in heat. He wanted that for him - he wanted you to do that to him.
"Close your mouth. You're inviting flies," Alys sits beside him - a small glass of champagne was on her hand. His eyes glance towards her - he was unaware that she was invited. After her messy breakup with Aemond - she was basically excommunicated from the entire family.
"New girl huh? Aemond told me that she's a nurse," Alys ran her finger around the rim of the glass.
Ah, they got back together.
"What about it?" he answered bitterly - keeping that wall high and unreachable. "According to my experience, nurses are good fucks. They're a little bratty though - since they were mean girls in high school." she teased, searching for emotions in his stoic face.
"She's from a foreign country. She doesn't look like the type to be mean." he replied and a small chuckle exits the woman's mouth. "Good, you know something about her." she slumped on the chair - looking at you while you stop dancing.
"You're welcome," she whispers in his ear - standing up as you began marching towards him. His eyebrows merged into each other for a moment, totally clueless of what Alys did for him.
"Who was that?" you ask cautiously - hands on your hips and staring at him with an accusatory glare. "Alys, and why do you care?" he tried his best to be hard to get. "I don't care, I was just asking." you reasoned - looking away from him.
There was a weird feeling inside your chest - like you wanted to stab someone and hide their body in the mountains.
"People typically don't ask unless they care," he pointed out, smiling to himself as you walk away.
Thank you, Alys.
You ignored him the following day. Cleaning around his room while ignoring his words of complaint. "Get that thirty bro," he yelled into the mic - prepared to render his cousin deaf with the screaming.
"Baela, I swear to fucking god - if that was a snake it would've bit you already." he cursed again - killing the enemy with ease. "Don't scream at me. I saw it but you KS'ed me." the girl replied in an angry tone.
"I didn't KS you. You were lagging - tell Uncle Daemon to buy better internet." he trashtalked. Staring at you while he belittled his cousin.
Was that a turn off?
Was he being icky?
"Bitch please, tell your ugly ass dad to stop subscribing to satellite network." Baela rolled her eyes, stealing her uncle's kill.
"You're the one stealing my kills, fucking hypocrite buy yourself a new personality." he groaned and his cousin turns her camera on - flashing him two middle fingers.
He rolls his eyes, seeing that Baela disconnected again.
"I swear to god," he mumbled - turning his gaming chair around, and his eyes meet with yours. You were holding a basket filled with his clothes. "Can I help you?" he frowns, still frustrated with the game.
A small laugh exits your mouth.
"Is something funny?" he takes the headphones off. "It's amusing to see you frustrated over Fortnight." you snort - still fighting off a round of laughter. "You wouldn't understand," he rolls his eyes.
"Oh simpletons will never understand fortnight. It is deeply profound and must be studied by scientists." you exaggerated.
He couldn't fight the smile on his lips.
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The Little Christmas Angel (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: You and Bob have finally welcomed a precious little angel on Christmas Eve and your older children couldn't be happier
Notes: This was the song that inspired this fic along with a bunch of others, I tried really hard not to cry when listening to it but it's just so perfect for this (lol)
Tagging: @floydsmuse @kmc1989
He was so tiny and yet so perfect.
Bob could barely see the tiny little face hidden by his soft Irish knit blanket and the little fingers that poked over the edge. The baby's eyes were shut and his little tufts of dark blonde hair were the only other things he could see amidst the threads.
Rudy James Floyd had been born at home on Christmas Eve, just shortly after you and Bob had gotten back from Christmas Mass at the Navy Chapel in town. Thankfully, Reagan had come home before you to take the rib roast out of the oven. You and Bob would have been screwed if she had been late.
It wasn't long at all, only a few hours, before you and Bob had come face to face with the tiny little boy you had both created together. He was so tiny that you and Bob were afraid he had been born too early, but his sister had said otherwise, that he was right on time and absolutely perfect.
You happily gazed at your husband sitting in the rocker with Rudy, the dim glow of the bedroom lamp leaving a soft glow throughout the room as the snow fell heavily outside. You felt a little sorry Bob hadn't been able to change out of his white dress shirt and black pants, yet the sight of him with your son finally in his arms filled you with a warmth from head to toe regardless.
Rudy began to whimper, his tiny hand balling into a fist near his mouth. "Shhhhh, lovebug," Bob whispered. "I know.....I know you're tired, but so isn't Momma. She went through alot to get you here, you know."
You laughed a little when Bob turned his attention to you. "I thought you were asleep Mrs. Floyd," he said with a side eye.
"Joke's on you, I've been awake this whole time," you chuckled.
Bob rose from the rocker with Rudy in his arms and crawled into bed beside you. "Mom and Dad should be bringing the others back for dinner soon," he said.
"I thought they were already over there," you answered.
Bob nodded, realizing his mistake.
You snuggled against him, kissing the crown of your son's head. Sleep soon took you both and you didn't wake until close to seven-thirty the next morning when the padding of little feet at the threshold of your bedroom door, woke you both up.
"Shhhhhhh, you guys be quiet ok?" Joe warned them.
Auggie, Patrick and Deidre all quietly tiptoed into your room to hug and kiss you and to wish you both a Merry Christmas.
"Santa brought us a baby brother?" Deidre asked, her eyes wide and her voice a quiet little whisper.
"Yep, Santa brought your baby brother," Bob told her softly.
Deidre leaned in and placed a kiss on Rudy's head, everyone melting at the sight. You and Bob couldn't deny that this had been the best Christmas you had ever had and it was all thanks to the tiny little angel who had entered your lives.
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Park Of Roses - Joe Burrow
Summary: The third-string Quarterback for the Ohio States Buckeyes finally gets the opportunity to take the girl of his dreams on a first date that he had been planning for weeks… but what happens at the Park Of Roses in Columbus, Ohio when everything that could go wrong on a first date goes wrong?
Genre: Fluff and Angst (Friends to Lovers)
As Joseph is walking up the front door steps, his hand that has a tight grip on the bouquet of your flowers flowers starts to sweat and his heart is beating fast in his chest. It takes a couple of seconds for him to convince himself to not run away back to his car and drive until his car runs out of gas.
Since the day Joseph met you at Ohio State when the two of you sat next to each other during one of your classes, he’s had the biggest crush on you… And his crush on you only got stronger every-time the two of you would hang out along with your friend group.
It took a lot of encouragement to ask you out on a date, his friends Sam and Nick had known about Joseph having a crush on you for months and they would always tease him about it until they realized how serious the crush was. Joseph had never had a crush until he met you and having a crush scared him.
Before Joseph could start overthinking about the first date, he rang the front door to your townhouse and impatiently waited for you to open the door as he prayed that you didn’t forget about the planned date.
When you opened the front door to see Joseph standing with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, there was a smile on your face and you saw Joseph look up and down to examine your outfit choice of your favorite sundress, matching sandals, and a matching Kate Spade cross-body purse before giving you a smile.
“Hi Joseph!” you say.
“Hey…” Joseph nervously says then hands you the bouquet of your flowers, “These flowers are for you!”
The sweet gesture of him gifting you your favorite flowers in the most gorgeous bouquet made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
“These flowers are gorgeous… How did you know that white roses are my favorite flowers?” you asked.
“It was a lucky guess.” Joseph lied. The real answer is that he begged his friend, Sam Hubbard, to ask your best friend, Zoe what are your favorite flowers.
“A lucky guess it was…” you say, “Let me go put these flowers in a vase and then we can leave for our date!” While Joseph, stands impatiently at your front door with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, you walk into your kitchen to place the flowers in a vase.
It didn’t take you long to find the perfect vase for the white roses, and soon enough you were walking side by side with Joseph after locking your townhouse’s door.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going for our date.” you ask as he’s opening the passenger door.
“I can tell you if you want me too.” Joseph replies, before closing the passenger door after you sit down in the seat.
He quickly walks in front of the car to get to the driver’s side. Once he’s inside the car, you say. “It can be a surprise… I really like surprises!”
“You can look in the backseats for a hint.” Joseph says, buckling his seat and starting the car. When you turn to look towards the backseats, you see there’s a picnic basket sitting on the seats.
“You’re taking me on a picnic?” you asks. Joseph nods his head as he’s focusing on the driving to the location.
As you say comfortably in the passenger seat of car, you couldn’t help but think that everything Joseph was doing so far before the date started was right and beyond what you could’ve expected from Joseph.
When you had met Joseph you thought he didn’t like you because he would never talk to you outside of the classroom when the two of you would be hanging out with your mutual friends, but one of your other friends Hannah who had known Joseph since freshman year of high school clarified that he is a shy person and it takes for him to warm up to new people… but when Joseph asked you on a date, everything started to make sense on why his behavior was like that with you.
For a few minutes, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as the radio station was playing the latest pop hits at a low volume. You look out the window and look to see there are a few dark clouds around the area, when you had watched the Weather Forecast on TV this morning there was no mention that there was any chance of rain.
“It looks like it’s getting cloudy.” you say, turning your head to look at Joseph as the car stops at the red light.
You can see him looking up out the window and sigh, “Yeah it does… let’s just hope it’s an overcast.”
When Joseph turn his head to look towards the backseats, seeing the picnic basket and then the dark clouds made him frown as he turns back to face forward to keep an eyes on the traffic light as he starts to fidget with the bracelets on his wrists.
Not noticed by him, you had watched Joseph frown when looking at the picnic basket… Without thinking, your hand grabs one of his hands to stop you from fidgeting with his bracelets and when he look up at you, there’s a soft smile on your face.
“Trust me, the weather won’t ruin our date.” you say which puts a soft smile of his face. The two of you just stared at each other, and for some reason Joseph thought this would be perfect moment to kiss you.
So focus on the moment, Joseph didn’t notice the traffic light had turned green until he heard honking before him from the truck behind his car. The two of you jumped at the sound and immediately Joseph put his hands back on the steering wheel and focused on driving ahead on the road.
As you were looking out the window as Joseph was driving, you started recognizing the area of town in Columbus you were in… It didn’t take long for Joseph drive through the entryway and into the parking lot, and there was a huge smile on your face when you realized where Joseph was taking your on your date.
“You’re taking me on a picnic date to the Whetstone Park?” you asked as Joseph parked the car.
“Well… yes.” Joseph answered. “But, technically I’m taking you on a picnic date at the Park Of Roses.”
I don’t think you understand, I’ve wanted to visit the Park Of Roses since I moved to Columbus!” you say.
“I guess today is your lucky day.” he says, before stepping out the driver’s side of the car wand walking in front of the car to open the passenger door for you.
Once you set out of the car and he closes the passenger door behind you, he opens the backseat door to throw the picnic blanket over his shoulder and has a tight grip on the picnic basket as he uses his hip to close the door. With his free hand, he grabs your hand and there is a smile on both of your faces.
It wasn’t a long walk from the parking lot to the Picnic Pavilion, Joseph had felt a few rain droplets but he didn’t want the mention to not ruin the moment. The weather app lied to him when he was planning the date earlier this week instead of studying for his mid-terms.
As the two of you walked hand in hand along the pathway, Joseph saw how your eyes with sparkle with joy as you look around at all of the flower bushes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many beautiful flower bushes in my life… especially when they’re all at full bloom like this.” you exclaim.
“Trust me… we will have a-lot of time to walk around the paths to look around at all the flowers in the area.” Joseph says.
“Hopefully we do have time… Look up at the dark clouds.” you say, pointing up the the dark cloudy sky.
As if Mother Nature and the Universe had heard the conversation between the two of you, the rain droplets started falling down from the sky faster and suddenly a heavy downpour of rain had started.
“Oh shit!” Joseph exclaimed his grip on your hand tighter as the two of you ran towards the Picnic Pavilion to try and take shelter as fast as you could.
Once the two of you were under the Picnic Pavilion, you couldn’t help but laugh at Joseph with his clothes sticking to his skin. He lets go of your hand and puts the picnic basket on the table then, throws the wet blanket off his shoulder onto the table… You noticed how even when he is soaking wet he looked as handsome as always and you couldn’t help but stare.
When he turns to look at you, it caught him off-guard when he looked over at you to catch you starting at him. “What are you staring at?” Joseph asks.
“You look like a wet dog.” you say while giggling.
Joseph has a smile on his face with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I look like what?” he asked.
“You look like a wet dog.” you repeat. “It’s because of your hair… Has your mom told you to get a haircut?”
“Yes my mom has told me to get a haircut many times the past few months… but I don’t look like a wet dog.” Joseph says defensively while running his fingers through his wet hair.
Joseph shakes his head once more to try and remove the excess water and then examines the situation that the two of you are stuck in… The perfect first date with you was close to being ruined because of the weather, but Joseph felt so defeated because of the situation as he sighs when looking around and seeing the wet blanket on the table next to the picnic basket.
“This date is definitely not going according to plan…” Joseph says. “I can’t believe it was almost ruined.”
“Look on the bright side of things” you say, “We’re still able to have a picnic under the pavilion.”
“I know…” Joseph says. “But the original plan was for us to eat on the grass by the flowers. Now it’s pouring down with heavy rain and the blanket is soaking wet.”
“It’ll be fine… we don’t have to use the blanket as long as we keep our food on our plates.” you say then Joseph nods his head as he tried to make the best out of the situation that the two of you are in right now.
The two of you sat from across each other at the picnic table where Joseph had set down the picnic basket and he started to unload the picnic basket, pulling out two plates to place in front of the both of you.
“I’m going to be honest with you…” Joseph says as he started pulling out the tupperwares contained with food. “I’m not the best cook but I am good at making pasta with my mom’s homemade tomato sauce made from tomatoes from her garden!”
“Umm, Joseph… The thought of you making Pasta with your mom’s homemade tomato sauce is very sweet but i’m allergic to tomatoes.” you announce.
The smile on Joseph face drops and the panic sets in. He thought that it was a good idea to surprise you with a picnic, but he didn’t realize how badly he messed up.
First, with the rainy weather ruining his plans of the two of sitting out on the grass by the flowers. Now, you not being able to enjoy the main meal he had cooked for you because you’re allergic to the main ingredient.
“I’m so sorry Y/N… I didn’t even think to ask if bringing the Pasta with the tomato sauce was fine.” Joseph apologizes. He tried to continue his apology but you interrupt him.
“Joseph… don’t apologize.” you say, grabbing his hands before he has a chance to tug at his hair in frustration. “You didn’t know about my allergy.” 
“I know… but I still could’ve asked.” Joseph says. “All I packed for us was the Pasta meal, a salad, and two drinks, but even the salad has tomatoes in it.”
You decide to take a look into the picnic basket, and while you do see another container of Pasta with the tomato sauce, the salad, and the drinks… But you see a familiar package at the bottom of the picnic basket.
“Joseph… Did you not realize that you packed a Ham & Cheese Crackers Lunchable?” you asked as you picked up the Lunchable out of the picnic basket to show him.
There’s a confused look on Joseph’s face for a couple of seconds before the realization hits him. “I didn’t even realize that I accidentally packed that!” he exclaims. “Usually on the days where I don’t have enough time to eat a meal on campus I’ll just eat a Lunchable, you can have it if you want!”
You nod your head as you sat to set your plate of the Ham and Cheese Cracker Lunchable while Joseph sets up his plate of the Pasta with his mom’s homemade tomato sauce… As the two of you did small talk while enjoying your separate meals, Joseph felt the nerves disappear as he was getting more comfortable being himself around you since he was always so shy.
Even though the two of you had been good friends since freshman year of college, you didn’t know too much about Joseph… Of course you knew the basic things like his love for football and how smart he is when it comes to school subjects like Biology and Science Chemistry, but as you’re sitting across him at the picnic table there are things that you are starting to notice about him that you had never noticed before.
There’s a smile on his face and his eyes light up with joy when talking about his interests, and when you decided to talk, adding on to the conversation he stops what he is doing to listen to you and pays attention to every word you speak.
You don’t really know why you and Joseph had never hung out much with just the two of you. Maybe you thought that the two different personalities would’ve been hard to cooperate around since you wouldn’t have your mutual friends to balance out the different personalities… Or maybe it’s because you never took the chance to really get to know Joseph other than the basic information that most people know about him.
When Joseph had asked you on a date just a few days ago, it wasn’t an over the top proposal… On a night out with a bunch of your mutual friends, Joseph was the designated driver and you were the last one to drop off at the house. This was one of the first times in recent memory that the two of you were together with no one else by your sides. He knew that you had alcohol in your system but, he also knew that you were sober enough to think straight and so he just took the chance to ask you and to his surprise you said yes to the date.
As the time went by of the two of you eating at the picnic table while doing small talk, the rain was getting louder and louder to the point where you and Joseph almost had to start yelling so that the other person could hear what was being said.
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to walk around the flowers paths.” you loudly said. Joseph noticed the upset tone of voice and it made him upset once again about how his original plans for the date got ruined.
Joseph looks down at his feet and sighs, “I’m sorry our first date didn’t go as you expected it to go.”
When you look up to see the sad look on Joseph’s face, you decide to stand up from your spot and to go sit next to him on the other side of the picnic table.
You place a hand on his shoulder to give him a bit of comfort, “Joseph… there’s no need for you to apologize at all.” you loudly whisper.
“But I feel like I have to apologize to you…” he says. “First, an unexpected rain storm ruined all our plans to go have a nice picnic in the sunshine by the flower paths and Secondly, I accidentally packed a meal that you’re allergic too and you had to eat a Lunchable that I had accidentally packed. Now we can’t even go walk along the flower path and who knows how long it’s going to be until the rain storm clears up so that we can walk back to the car.”
“Joseph… all of those things are stuff that were completely out of your control.” you stated. “Both of us didn’t know there was going to be a heavy rainstorm and you had no idea that I’m allergic to tomatoes… You shouldn’t blame yourself at all.”
Joseph looks up from the ground and gives you a sad smile that breaks your heart into tiny pieces. “I just feel like I ruined everything… Not just on our first date but I ruined my chances with you.” he mumbled.
There’s a confused look on your face as your brain is trying to understand the words Joseph said. “What do you mean ruined your chances with me?” you ask.
Joseph opens his mouth to speak then pauses to think. After a few seconds, you decide to speak up again. “You didn’t ruin your chances with me at all… some things on our date didn’t go as planned but, I still have had so much fun with you. I truly do appreciate all of the effort you’ve done to plan our first date.”
A soft smile appear on Joseph’s face, the two of you are face to face and he couldn’t think of a more perfect moment for the first kiss… The sound of the rain made things more romantic than Joseph could ever imagine. It felt like things were finally going right on the first date and he takes the opportunity to lean close to you.
The two of you are closer than before and he wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer next to him as his lips brush against your lips… And right before he could kiss you, a thought in your mind reminds you of something that causes you to pull back in a panic.
“You just ate tomatoes!” you exclaim. It takes a second for the realization to hit Joseph that he couldn’t kiss you because of your tomato allergy, he would have to wait a couple of hours until he could kiss you which made him even more frustrated than he was before.
Joseph groans and covers his face with the palm of his hands. Another perfect moment passed by where he was so close to finally kissing you. Never in his life has he ever been so frustrated with the universe.
Before Joseph could sulk in sorrow for any longer, an idea came to his mind which had him perking up. “I’ll be right back… I’m going grab something from the car.” he said, standing up from his spot at the picnic table and running out from the Picnic Pavilion before you could have a chance to process what he just said.
“Joseph… What are you doing?!” you yell as watch him running in the rain, getting soaking wet all over again just when the two of you had started to dry off.
As Joseph is running closer to his parked car, he pulled his car keys from his pocket and unlocks the car. Once he reaches the car, he opens the trunk and starts looking for what he needed. It didn’t take him long to find the item that he had been looking for, and he immediately closes the trunk and locks his car before running as fast as he can back to the Picnic Pavilion.
It was hard for you to see what Joseph had in his hands that he had to go grab from the trunk of his car… but once he arrived back under the Picnic Pavillion, soaking wet from the heavy rain, he placed the box on the table as he tried to dry off again as best as he could. When you look at the box on the table, there’s a smile on your face as you look up to Joseph.
“How did you know Mancala is my favorite game?” you asked as a matching smile appeared on Joseph’s face.
“I guess it was another lucky game of mine.” Joseph said, unlike with the bouquet of your favorite flowers. He didn’t know that Mancala was your favorite game, and he just so happened to have the game in his car after a game night with his family a couple of days ago.
He sits across from you at the picnic table and starts unpacking the game from the box. “It’s good that you are familiar with the game so that I don’t have to spend time explaining this complicated game.” he says.
“It’s not a complicated game!” you say defensively. “Its is easy to win the game if you know what you’re doing.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s an easy game… it requires a lot of strategy and smart decisions” Joseph says as he starts to set up the game on the picnic table. “We’ll see if you going to be saying that Mancala is an easy game after I beat you at the game.”
“Alright… Bring it on Joseph!” you exclaimed.
Once the board and marbles was set up on the picnic table, the Mancala game started and the competitive tension quickly arose between the two of you… While Joseph wished that he could pretend the be bad at the game just so you’ll win, the competitive side of him wouldn’t let him even pretend to be bad at the game.
This isn’t the first time you’ve seen his competitive side because you’ve been invited to many weekend hang-outs hosted by your mutual friends. You knew Joseph was a competitive person, he’s a football player for Ohio State and a game lover. Usually, you and the girls would just sit and watch the boys play so this was the first time you were playing a game against Joseph.
Instead of taking notice of things you’ve always noticed, you decided to take notice of the little things you had never noticed… You noticed how his eyebrows would furrow when he was in deep thought about what game move to do next and how he would bite his bottom lip in anticipation of your next game move.
As the two of you played many rounds of the Mancala game, with competitive talk and laughter being the only noise that filled the area,neither of you had noticed the sound to rain getting lighter and the sun had became the shine from behind the dark clouds.
It wasn’t until the end of the fifth round, where Joseph had just won his third game in a row where he took a look around and noticed that it was no longer raining which put a smile on his face… When he looked back to see that you were resetting the Mancala game, he realized that you had not noticed the rain has stopped.
“Are you ready to play another round?” you ask. “I definitely need to get my winning streak back!”
“Would you rather keep playing Mancala… or walk the paths now that it’s no longer raining?” Joseph asks.
There’s a confused look on your face before you look around to see that it’s no longer raining which put a smile on your face. “Let’s go!” you say, as you started packing up the game. Joseph let out a small laugh before he started to help you out the game away.
“So… Do you still think Mancala is an easy game since I beat you.” Joseph asks.
You nod your head, “It’s an easy game even though I let you win for most of the rounds that we played.”
Joseph furrowed his eyebrows, “You didn’t let me win. I won the three rounds in a row on my own.” he says.
“Whatever you decided to believe!” you exclaim.
It didn’t take long for Joseph and you to pack the game away. The two of you gathered the game, picnic basket and the blanket to bring the car so that mother would be left under the Picnic Pavilion or be carried in your hands during your walk along the flower path.
After waiting so long under the Picnic Pavilion for the rain to stop, the moment that Joseph had been planning in his head since you agreed to go on a date with him was finally happening.
Joseph closed the trunk to his car and right before he could ask if you were ready to go walk the flower path… You grabbed his hand and he let you lead the way to the flower path which made him believe you were more excited that the rain was over than he was.
As the two of you walked along the flower path, Joseph felt like everything was finally going right for him on the date. He was holding hands with you and your laughter put a smile on your face as the two of you talked while looking at all of the flowers.
Just like how you knew Joseph was competitive person but you never knew how competitive of a person he could be… Joseph knew you loved flowers, but he didn’t know how much you loved flowers.
Joseph saw how your eyes were memorized by all of the flower bushes that were mostly of the most beautiful roses that he’s ever seen… It was like you were in your own personal heaven and Joseph was just an angel along by your side while he held your hand.
“The photos that I see online don’t compare to what I’m seeing right now!” you exclaim. “I’ve never seen so many different varieties of roses in my life!”
“There’s different types of roses?” Joseph asks.
“Of course there are!” you exclaim. “Over there are some Floribunda roses and we just passed some Hybrid Tea roses!” you point in the different directions of where the different types of roses are located at.
When there’s not a response from Joseph, you look towards him to see him with smile on his face that you’ve grown to love so much… For someone that used to be so shy around you, in the past few hours since he’s picked you up, he’s become more expressive towards you which you’re very happy about because it’s shows that he’s more comfortable being with you.
“What’s the smile for?” you ask.
“It’s cute to see how much you know about flowers.” he says. “I never knew you knew so much information.”
“I know a lot of information about roses.” you say.
“Really… let me quiz you on roses.” Joseph challenged.
“Ask me anything about roses and I’ll give you the answer!” you reply.
“How would I know that you’re giving me the right answers to the questions?” he asks.
You shrug your shoulders before answering his questions, “You’ll just have to trust my words.”
“Okay… I guess have to trust you words.” Joseph says, before he starts to think of a question to ask.
It doesn’t take him long to think of a question. “How many varieties of roses are there?” he asks.
“There is a huge variety of different roses.” you answer. “I can’t give you an exact amount of the variety of different roses, but I can tell you that the number is over 30,000 varieties of roses.”
“30,000 varieties of roses?” he asks in shock. “I thought there was like… 5 types of roses.”
“Nope… there’s 30,000 varieties of roses.” you say.
“How many varieties of roses do you think are in these rose bushes?” he asks. You look left and right at the rose bushes as the two of you walk along that path.
“I’ve seen a few different variety of roses but obviously not all 30,000 varieties of the roses.” you answer.
“And out the 30,000 varieties of roses… White Roses are your favorite?” he asks and you nod your head.
“Do you want to know why White Roses are my favorite flowers?” you ask.
“Because they’re the more expensive flowers at the local flower shop in Columbus?” Joseph answer and you let out a laugh before you let go of his hand and stop walking to stand right in front of him.
“No…” you says. “I love White Roses because of what the flowers represent.”
“Flowers can represent things?” he asks and you let out a small chuckle before nodding your head.
“Yes flowers can represent things and have meanings.” you explain. “White Flowers can be a representation of new beginnings and can represent young love.”
“That’s interesting to know.” Joseph replied.
“White Roses can represent a scenario where the cute boy asks their best friend to ask the best friend of the girl the cute boy has a crush on what their crush’s favorite flower is?” you say, with a grin on your face.
There’s a blank look on Joseph’s face as he’s processing the words that you just said and you couldn’t help yourself but giggle at how you just exposed the truth right in front of him.
“You knew I asked Sam to ask Zoe about your favorite flowers?” he asks, as he’s still trying to understand.
“Yes… Zoe told me when me and her were on the phone last night when she was helping me pick out my outfit for our date.” you answer. “And I find it very heartwarming to know that you’ve gone the extra mile in many ways to plan for today’s date even if some things didn’t go exactly to plan.”
There’s a blush that is starting to appear on his cheeks and looks down to start playing with the bracelets on his wrist… Just like when the two of you were in the car, you stop him from fidgeting with his bracelet but this time you held both of his hands in your hands.
When the two of you look at each other, the blush on his face is even more noticeable than before… Joseph decides that this is now the right moment to kiss you for the first time. As Joseph starts leaning down closer to you, he realizes that nothing could ruin this moment.
You let go of his hands that you were holding and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands grip your waist to pull you closer to him.
“I really want to kiss you.” Joseph whispers, and a smile appears on your face.
“Then kiss me.” you say taking a step closer to him.
You didn’t realize how close you were to Joseph, which caused him to take a tiny step back… but what Joseph didn’t realize is that he was so close to the edge of the trail, that taking a step back wasn’t the right choice.
Before Joseph keep himself balanced on the path; he falls back into the rose bush that was behind him, landing in the mud puddle… Luckily, you were quickly balance yourself from falling on top of him.
“Oh my!” you exclaim, reaching a hand out to help him up from the ground. “Are you okay.”
Joseph stand up from the ground with your help. He doesn’t say anything as he tries to look behind himself to see how much mud was on him.
“I’m fine.” Joseph says, in an annoyed tone.
“Are you sure?” you ask, concerned if he had fell into any rose thorns.
“I’m fine, I promise.” he says the. he takes out his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I think it’s time we go… We’ve been at the park for a few hours and I definitely need to change my clothes.”
A frown appears on your face but you just nod your head. You weren’t ready for the date to end, but you could tell that Joseph was just exhausted of how many things had gone wrong since the two of you arrived at the park earlier during the day.
The two of you don’t speak or hold hands on the walk back to the parking lot. You knew was Joseph was frustrated at himself even though none of this was his fault and that he shouldn’t take the blame for it.
Even though it had been a few minutes since either of you had spoken a word, he still was a gentleman and opened the passenger door for you and then shut it after you had put your seatbelt on.
You watched him walk behind the car and open the trunk to grab something before closing the trunk and walking to open the driver’s seat. Before he sits down, he puts a towel on the seat and then sits down to buckle himself in the car. He shuts the car door and starts the car, praying to himself that his car won’t give him any trouble because that’s the last thing he needs.
As the car ride started, the only noise that could be bear in the car was the radio… Joseph wasn’t talking because he was mad at you, he wasn’t talking because he was mad at himself and he couldn’t want to say anything out loud that could hurt your feelings.
Every couple of seconds you would turn to take a glance at Joseph and the frustrated expression on his face hurt you to see… You knew how much effort he had put into the date and for so much to go wrong, you were afraid he would think that you think differently of him but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
The amount of effort Joseph put into your first date is more effort than your ex-boyfriend put into any anniversary date… Most boys would just take you to a cheap restaurant and wouldn’t offer to pay for your meal on your first date.
During the silent drive back to your house, the only thing that was on Joseph’s mind was how his chances with you were ruined… After spending days preparing for the first date, after weeks of building of the courage to ask you out, and after months of crushing on you. Any chance that Joseph’s thought he had with you was gone and all he could do after bringing you home was go back to his apartment and sulk in his bedroom.
The car ride back to your house from the Park of Roses felt like the longest car ride of your life as the two of you didn’t speak during the entire ride… As Joseph pulled up to your townhouse, you didn’t know if he was going to walk you down to the door or if he just wanted you to get out of the car as quickly as you could so that he could drive off and never see you against.
“Can I walk you to your front door?” Joseph asks as he parked the car, speaking to you for the first time since after he had fell into the mud puddle in the rose bush.
You nod your head, then he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out the car to open your passenger door to let you out of the car after you had unbuckle the seatbelt.
The two of you walk up path to your front door steps and Joseph is getting a feeling of deja-vu from early during the day when he carrying the bouquet of white roses and had hope for the first date would go.
“I just want to say I’m sorry.” Joseph said, with a frown a on his face and tears swelling up in his eyes.
“Why are you apologizing?” you ask.
“Because this was the worse first date in history!” Joseph exclaimed. “It rained for two hours and we were stuck under the Picnic Pavilion, then I cooked a meal that you couldn’t eat, then we had the chance to go walk on the trail. I fell into a mud puddle then I didn’t say a word to you the entire way home because I was so upset with myself because I definitely ruined any chance that I had to be with you.”
“Joseph… you didn’t ruined anything-”
“You don’t need to lie to me to try and make me feel better!” Joseph exclaimed.
You walk closer to him and place your hands on his shoulders, “There would be no logical reason why I would lie. You didn’t ruin anything, nothing was your fault. We didn’t know that there would be a heavy rainstorm, you didn’t know I was allergic to tomatoes because I never told you about my allergy, and I didn’t know that you would fall backwards when I had taken a step to close to you.” you calmly say.
A soft smile appears on Joseph’s face as he’s still looking down to the ground, which gives you a little hope that he’s believing your word.
“No other man has ever put in so much effort into a date especially a first date… and yes you’re right, things didn’t go to plan but through all the ups and downs during the day, I still had so much fun with you.” you stated. “And I would love to go on another date with you next weekend if you’re free to do anything?”
Joseph looks up from the ground to make eye contact with you and he sees a genuine smile on your face.“You want to go on another date with me?” he asked.
“Yes I do… “I want to have the chance to plan the date!” you answer.
“I’ll love to go on another date with you next weekend.” Joseph says. “Maybe you’ll have better luck planning a date that goes to plan.”
You let out a small laugh before wrapping your arms around Joseph’s neck and pulling him close to you in a hug, as a quick reaction Joseph wraps his arms around your waist. It’s a short hug between the two of you before you lean a little bit back to look at Joseph.
Joseph thought to himself that this was the perfect moment to kiss you, so instead of overthinking the moment like the last few times… He takes the chance to lean closer to you and places his lips onto your lips.
The kiss between the two of you didn’t last long as neither of you wanted to risk the chance of anyone walking outsides to see the public display of affection since the sun was shining behind the clouds.
There a soft smile on your face when the two of you pulled away from the kiss and your heart is beating fast. You couldn’t imagine your first date ending just right after the two of you had your first kiss with each other. Suddenly, an idea comes to your mind.
“How about we continue our first date.” you suggest. “I have some clothes you can change into. Also, we can order food that we’ll both be able to enjoy and we can watch a movie.”
“That sounds like a perfect idea.” he replied. “I’ll love to continue our first date.”
You didn’t waste anymore time and just in a minute the two of you went from standing out in front of you house, holding each other as close to each other as you could to holding hands you quickly unlocked the front door and leading the two of you inside your house.
This isn’t the first time Joseph had been inside of your house before, but this was the first time he was here by himself with you and not with any of your other mutual friends. Joseph thought to himself that he shouldn’t be nervous in a house that he’s been in before.
“I’ll go get you some clothes to change into!” you say before heading into to your bedroom where you knew you had some of your ex-boyfriend’s old clothes that he had left at your house and never came back to get.
Right after you walked away, Joseph look around from where he stood to see if he could spot something that had been on his mind since the two of you left the house… When he started to walk around your house to try and see if he could find what he was looking for, he was able to see what he had been looking for.
The white roses that he had gifted to you earlier during the day sat in a beautiful vase on the kitchen counter… Joseph smiled to himself when he saw the white roses in the vase as he thought about what you told him at the park that white roses represent as he waited for you to return from your bedroom with clothes for him to change into so that the two of you could continue the last first day the two of you would experience.
Author’s Note:
i know it’s been almost a month since my last written fanfiction was published so i just want to say thank you for being patient… i’ve been very busy for the past month so all i was able to work on was Instagram AUs, so i’m happy to finally publish a written fanfiction that i had been working on!
this is the first time i’m writing about Joe Burrow when he was in Ohio State and i enjoyed it so let me know if y’all would like to read more Ohio State! Joe Burrow Fanfictions in the future!
thank you all for the love and support! 🤍
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Harry’s reaction to how and bsgf!yn getting married is something I didn’t think I needed
He’d know about it through Anne and Gemma.
They’re having their tea and toast, sitting in Anne’s garden and chattering about family, friends, and work, but Harry feels that they’re hiding something because the two familial women keep glancing at each other and he’s no stranger to eye conversations.
“So,” he sucked in a breath, putting his teacup on the table, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Anne casually asks, holding his own cup in both hands.
“You’ve been eyeing each other,” he smiles slightly, “What are you hiding?”
“You think the worst in us,” Gemma tries to divert by teasing him, rolling her eyes at her younger brother.
“No, no,” he laughs, “It’s because I know you two.”
They all chuckle and when it gets quiet, Harry raises an eyebrow, motioning with his hand for them to go on and tell him.
“Um,” Gemma looks at her mom, “How about later?”
“Is someone hurt?” Harry asks, smile falling and getting replaced by a serious, worried expression.
“No, nobody’s hurt, love, everyone’s well,” Anne answers, patting his knee.
“Then what’s wrong?”
Anne and Gemma glance at each other again before Anne gets up and walks inside, Harry looking at her.
“She’s getting something,” Gemma mutters before quietly sipping her tea, her nervousness being very clear to her brother.
“You’re worrying as shit,” he says, chuckling slightly.
“Look, you might not even take it badly,” she says, “We don’t know, it’s just—I don’t know, awkward? I don’t know.”
Anne returns, holding an opened envelope in her hands as she sits, looking at Harry with so much love and care, “However you decide to react, we’ll support you.”
“Mum,” Harry sternly says, “Just—What’s that?”
Quietly, she hands him the envelope, watching Harry open it and take out the card from inside.
SAVE THE DATE
Joe & Y/N are getting married and they want nothing more than to share their happiness with you!
5.September
The Wilderness Wenderton Lane, Wingham, Kent, UK.
Harry reads the card once, twice, thrice, and before anyone knows it, he’s read it about 10 times. His breath gets shallow, his heartbeat goes crazy, his nostrils flare, and he doesn’t know how he feels but he knows it’s too much for him to handle.
“We didn’t know how to tell you,” Gemma says quietly, giving her brother a sympathetic look.
“When did she get engaged?” He asks as quietly, eyes still set on the card.
“Two months ago,” his sister answers, “She didn’t—She didn’t want to post about it because she didn’t want to risk it getting leaked.”
“How did he—How did he propose?” He asks next, not being able to tear his eyes away from the damned card he wishes to turn into shreds.
At that, Anne and Gemma glance at one another again.
“He didn’t,” Gemma answers.
He’s confused enough to look at her with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding how his ex-girlfriend is getting married when there was no proposal.
“She did.”
His face drops, and as does his heart. His mouth feels dry, his lungs feel too big for his ribcage, and he feels like he’s drifting away from his body.
“She—Y/N—She proposed to him?”
Gemma nodded reluctantly before letting out a sigh, “We’re really sorry, H.”
He looks back at the card, and it’s only when he sniffles that he realizes that a tear has fallen, quickly wiping it away with a small chuckle, “Well fuck,” he says, “Feels pathetic, isn’t it? It’s been long enough anyway. It’s not like—Not like anything else was going to happen.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, baby,” Anne says, her own eyes tearful at her son.
Harry shakes his head, “I fucked up, I know,” he says, “I just—Fucking hell, I love her.”
“We know, baby,” Anne gets up, hugging his head to her body, stroking his hair with one hand while the other holds on to him, “We know.”
“Fucking pathetic,” he says, “Are you going?”
“We care about you. If it’s going to hurt you then no. I’m sure Y/N will understand.”
He shakes his head, pulling away from Anne to look up to her, “You’re—She considers you family,” he shakes his head, “You know how much you mean to her, it’ll break her heart,” he says, “And that was my job,” he lets a sarcastic, bitter, small chuckle, “You’re going.”
“Har-”
“She’s not just my ex-girlfriend,” he says, “You said it once,” he looks at Gemma, “And it’s right. Y/N’s not just my ex, she’s a close family friend and it’s—it’s, like, a must to attend her wedding.”
“What about you?”
“I think—I think I need to reschedule my therapy session for earlier than usual.”
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It gets a little too much sometimes. It mounts up, a pressure under Joe’s sternum that won't let up, the world dims around him slowly, so gradually he doesn't notice it until it's too late. Especially if they've been doing back to back missions, or he's had to be away from Nicky a lot.
Nicky notices, but also knows Joe's too stubborn to recognize it. He'll insist he's fine, that it's all good, until one day he's sketching and everything he draws comes out ugly, until he tries to find one of his colourful paints and realizes he doesn't even remember where they are; it's been too long since he used them
That's when Nicky finds him standing somewhere, completely still, eyes and expression vacant but his cheeks and beard already wet with streaming tears.
Then Nicky stands close gently, so as not to startle him, and wraps one arm around his waist, pressing their sides together so Joe can tuck there. When the warmth of his body finally soaks through, Joe turns just a little and presses his face on the crook of Nicky’s neck, hiding from the world that seems so grey and harsh into the one place he knows it's always safe: his husband's arms. Then, and only then, he's able to let go.
"I hated it," Joe confesses against the warm private nestle of Nicky’s neck. Nicky can feel his lips against his skin and the wet press of his scrunched eyes. He hums and cards his hand through his curls, resting his own head over Joe's. His curls tickle his nose so he gives them a kiss. "Every second of it. They made me-" he takes a shuddering breath and pivots so he’s hugging Nicky, their fronts connecting. He tightens his hold on Nicky's back and in turn, Nicky gathers him impossible closer, something soft and broken mending inside of him as Joe rests even more of his weight on him. "I had to do awful things so they wouldn't suspect me."
"I know, hayati, I know." His soul aches for his lover. His Yusuf, so full of emotion and kindness, masking them hurts him, it borrows and festers inside of him like an infection. "But we got them all out. You got them all out."
Joe's breath hitches with the reminder, Nicky's neck feels wetter.
"It was horrible, so horrible, Nicolò." He pushes himself off and Nicky lets him, meets his big brown reddened eyes when he looks up. The lines around them are deeper, hinting at a fraction of their real age. "How can people still do this?" He asks with a desolation that knows no bounds. "How can they- of all the options in this world- I just- how can they choose to do this, Nicolò?" He pleads, not looking for a real answer. "I'm so tired."
Nicky reels him in again, close and tight to his own body, which has felt like half a life ever since they parted. It's been so long, too long. Neither of them does well with distance. And even though they knew it was the best course of action it didn't mean they enjoyed a single second of this aspect.
"I missed you," Joe burrows further into his skin and Nicky starts to feel his soul start to settle in his body. He clutches him closer, tighter, until there isn't an ounce of air between them. If only he could split his ribcage open and tuck Joe inside, keep him sheltered from all of this world's pains, feed him only with his love and show him only the world's most beautiful things.
But then he wouldn't be his Yusuf. He wouldn't be the man who first leaps into danger, yet never does more harm than necessary. He wouldn't be the man able to find the hope in the darkest of time, the humour -jaded and dark if needed- in the direst of moments.
"I missed Nile. And Andy. And Booker." He lets out a wet laugh that holds no humour. "I missed this," he says and squeezes him again, dutifully, Nicky squeezes him back, drops another kiss on his curls and rocks them softly back and forth. "I missed your cooking and Andy's teasing and Nile's sarcasm and Booker's opinions on cheeses. I missed my family," that last part dissolves into a sob.
"We're here, Yusuf," Nicky reminds him. "You have us."
"And those- god those girls, Nicky. They will never get to go back to their lives, not in the same way. I shouldn't be complaining."
Nicky frowns and tuts, carding his fingers more tightly in his curls.
"We've left behind our own lives more times than we can count, Yusuf. And thanks to you those girls are getting back to their homes and can start to heal. You know their families will be eternally grateful, you've given them their lives back."
Yusuf sniffles and pets his back, a long stroke from the small of his back to the curl of his shoulder blades. The feeling is so comforting in its familiarity Nicky finds himself blinking back tears.
"I love you." Joe's lips brush his skin with the words. Nicky wonders for a second how many times has that happened by now. No matter how high the number, it'll never be enough. "So much it’s beyond words."
Nicky huffs a laugh, not dismissive but pleased. Under his hands he can feel how Joe's back has relaxed, his breathing is coming more smoothly. "That's not what you were saying a thousand years ago but okay."
"A thousand years ago you hadn't learned to cook a stew so good it made me weep."
"Ah yes, the stew of romance," Nicky chuckles and lets Joe push away to reveal his face. "My greatest achievement. Filled our bellies and made you fall in love with me all at once." He gives him a whisper of a smile, lost in the memory.
It hadn't been of course that easy. The stew had been their first meal with meat in months and Nicky had spent more time batting Joe's hands away from the pot than stirring it. When it had been finally done Joe had been practically drooling. At the first spoonful he'd almost couldn't swallow it with the way he was groaning.
"Oh Allah be merciful. Nicolò I love you, please marry me," he'd begged over Nicky's snorting laughter.
Nicky hadn't thought much of the comment at the time, taking it for the jest between friends it had been. It was in the middle of the night, gripped with unusual insomnia despite his warm and full belly that the words had come back to him. It had made him realize how far they'd come, and how he couldn't envision his future without Yusuf in it now.
The deeper feelings would take longer to surface, but when Joe had asked him when he'd started to suspect there could be more between them, it had been the memory of that night and that stew that had come back to Nicky as clear as the night sky.
Now that same night sky seems to be stuck on Joe's pupils as he stares up at him. His cheeks are wet and his eyes red. He looks tired on a fundamental level that Nicky knows will take him a long time to rest and recover from.
Nicky brings a hand to cradle his chin, thumb resting on the curve of chin. He had to keep shaved for the job and it’s been slow to grow back properly, another thing Joe doesn't like. Each glance in the mirror has been a sour reminder.
His eyes hold pleas and apologies that there's no need to utter. Nicky smiles softly at him, his chest burning with how much he loves him.
"I know, tesoro, I love you too. We'll be okay, I promise." He tips Joe's chin closer and seals his words with a soft, gentle kiss.
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help wanted part 4
read part 1, part 2, and part 3
tags: joe young x masc reader , leather/latex , frotting , making out , nipple play (?) , reader likes joe’s tits but can we really blame him , gambling ig , honestly not a lot happens , mostly fluff and plot shit
synopsis: joe looks good in his new costume, but reader feels like he’s being… watched.
word count: ~5.4k
a/n: sorry for the long wait! hopefully this is at least a little worth the 3 weeks with zero updates lol also i’m using readers forgetfulness to my advantage cuz idk any of the side characters names so i just wrote that reader doesn’t know anyones names.
joe was asleep by the time the lion king ended. turns out, crying your eyes out for the entire morning was tiring, so he took a little nap. the only issue was that he fell asleep on your shoulder. he was worried about you, so he got nice and close, cuddling up and falling asleep.
you had to sit through his nap, which sucked since the remote was out of reach and you couldn’t put another movie on. you sat still, listening to his little snores as he clung onto your arm. you let boredom (and comfort) take over, falling asleep with him on the couch.
you woke up a few hours later, curled up with a blanket over you. at first, you didn’t question it, rolling over and pulling the sheet up to your chin. it took a second, but you suddenly remembered joe. you popped up, looking over the living and dining room. you looked at the coffee table, finding a handwritten note.
Y/N,
you fell asleep, so i decided to go. i rewinded the tape for you! i had a lot of fun. we should do this more often!
:)
joseph young
you didn’t realize, but you smiled as you read the note. he had nice handwriting, simple but neat cursive that was still easily legible. he put a proper signature at the bottom as if it were a legal document, which only made you smile more. it was endearing to say the least. you kept the note, putting it in your bedside table drawer.
as you tidied up the tapes, you started to make up excuses in your head for what happened. it wasn’t like it was a date or anything. all you did was watch movies, it wasn’t a big deal. even though it ended with his head on your shoulder, so what? you could excuse all of it. you decided to ignore the dry humping and the fact that you came to the thought of loving him.
later that day, you got a call from dave talking about another orgazmo film you were going to do lighting for. you agreed a little too quick before catching the date and time. now, it was that date and time. you were talking to one of the prop designers, leaned up against the wall outside as you smoked a cigarette.
“honestly, i don’t get it, but maxxx asked for it so here i am.” he took a drag from his own cigarette. like most people on set, you didn’t know his name. people come and go pretty often, so you learned to tune out any names. it’s gotten to the point now that you can’t remember who anyone is, even if they’ve stayed around for months. usually, it gets to the point where it’s too awkward to ask.
“so is it supposed to be sexy? the whole orgasm-inator thing or whatever it’s called?” he shrugged with a smile.
“maxxx is into some weird shit, dude. i wouldn’t put it past him.” you nodded, smiling as you remembered multiple examples of his weird fetishes.
“y/n! need you in here!” dave called out. you answered before putting your cigarette out and going inside.
“what do you need-“
you cut yourself off, staring at joe as he spoke to the costume designer. he was wearing a new outfit, one made of latex or possibly leather. either way, it was tight fitting and shiny, hugging every inch of him perfectly. his shoulders and arms were exposed, which weirdly turned you on more than anything. you’d seen his dick, yeah, but never his bare arms.
he was muscular, much stronger than his loose button ups and long sleeves showed. his chest hair poked over the material, bringing attention to his expose collarbones. you felt insane, getting worked up over something like arms and collarbones. like an early englishman calling women harlot’s for exposing their ankle.
“you good?” you blinked, brought back to reality as dave snapped his fingers in front of you. your face heated, quickly adjusting yourself for no particular reason. “i just need you to set another umbrella by the couch.”
you nod, quickly getting to work to avoid any more suspicious. just as you tightened the knob, locking the angle in place, joe walked up.
“hey!” he grinned. you smile subconsciously.
“hey..” you hummed. you blushed, realizing you deepened your voice like a middle schooler trying to impress his crush. he giggled.
“why does your voice sound like that?” his eyes twinkled, a large grin on his face as he asked. you almost smiled just looking at him, but you stopped yourself.
“uhh, i’m a little sick.” you committed, keeping your voice weirdly raspy and deep. you felt your face warm up as you heard someone nearby huff out a small laugh.
“oh, really? are you okay?” his eyes widened, concerned. you shook your head, turning away to mess with the already set up light.
“yeah, i’m fine.” you turned away, squatting down in attempt to end the conversation. he put his hand on your shoulder.
“are you sure? you need to get some rest if you don’t feel well.” you shook your head, avoiding looking at him in case you spaced out again.
“i’m fine, joe. i promise.” your voice faultered. finally, you looked up at him. he always had a pout, a small downturn of his lips that only got more exaggerated with strong emotions like worry. you kept eye contact, refusing to look anywhere else.
“okay..” he leaned back. you went back to your job of acting busy, only for him to stay put. “did you see my new costume? it’s a little weird, right?”
“yeah, i saw it.” of coarse you saw it, it was the first thing you witnessed when you opened the door and yeah, it was weird. that’s why you were so freaked out about being turned on by it. “it looks good.”
“really? it’s a little.. tight.” you didn’t look, but you heard his hand run over the costume, likely trying to point out where it was tight. you refused to look, knowing what would happen if you did.
“i think it looks fine, man.” you keep your gaze away. he says a small hmph before walking away. you kept doing your work, finishing whatever dave asked you to do. eventually, you had a break and went outside for another smoke.
you heard the backdoor open slowly and shut just the same. you knew who it was, you didn’t even have to look. you felt joe walk closer, stopping a few feet away. you glance, catching a look at his costume in broad daylight. it looked just as hot as it did inside.
“are you okay?” joe asked. you nod.
“yeah. why?”
“you just.. you’re acting weird. ever since we kissed, you’ve been avoiding me and you didn’t even look at me when i was talking to you earlier..” you kept your head down, unable to say what was so clearly on your mind. “are you mad at me?”
“no! of coarse not! i just.. i dunno. i’m just not my normal self right now, you know?” he nods. he crossed his arms, subconsciously covering himself. “i think the costume looks great. sorry for not saying it earlier.”
“you think so?” he lit up, now smiling.
“yeah. you look really nice. can i say something? and promise you won’t laugh.” he agreed. “i wasn’t looking at you ‘cause i was worried i’d get hard.” you heard shuffling above you, but you decided to ignore it.
“really?” he beamed, clearly excited by the fact that you found him sexy. you nod. “i didn’t know people were into this stuff.. so you like this?”
the truth was, it wasn’t the outfit that turned you on; it was his body. the way it hugged every little curve perfectly and showed off parts of his body you never thought to notice. it showed how strong and sturdy his body is, contrasting his sweet gaze. it was whiplash, switching between eye contact to checking his body, going from an innocent little mormon boy to a strong man.
“yeah, i guess i do.” that was an easier answer. he nods, looking away. you flick your cigarette, glancing over his body again. “can i touch you?”
“hm?” you didn’t even mean for the question to come out, but with it now floating in the air, you committed.
“can i touch you? i think you look really nice and i.. i want to feel it.” you chewed on your lip as you waited for an answer. you glanced up above you, noticing the suspicious open window directly above the two of you. he looked around before taking your hand and leading you inside. as you two walked through the door, everyone looked before quickly averting their gaze. you blushed, narrowing your eyes as the entire crew acted busy while joe dragged you up the stairs and into a makeshift dressing room, which was just a bedroom with only a futon and different clothes hung up.
“where do you want to touch?” he asked, shutting the door behind you and locking. you glanced down his body, struggling to choose. deciding against answering, you instead responded by kissing him, pulling him close by the back of his neck and leading him to the futon.
as joe sat, you straddled him, legs planting on either side and holding him still. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as well. while his thumb rubbed circles onto your hip, you explored. your palms, sweaty from anxiety, squeaked over the material. he hummed.
“you look so good, baby..” he huffed as you felt over his chest, brushing over his nipples. “just can’t get enough of you, can i?”
he nods in agreement, unaware of the subtext. a subtle confession. you circle your hips, slowly grinding against him as he did before. he whined, fingers digging into your sides. you pull back from the kiss, glancing over him. his face was pink, rosy cheeks matching his flushed chest. his forearms tensed as he moved your hips himself, frustrated by your recess.
“you’re just too much.” another quick confession that could be covered up. you tried to stay professional, avoiding any hint of your true feelings, but you weren’t sure joe would notice if you were being obvious.
one of your hands wandered to his face, holding his jaw and cheek before returning to the kiss. it felt just as intimate and experimental as the first time. joe gripped your hips, still pushing and pulling. your brushed his nipple again, making him whimper. you pull away, looking at him.
“can i touch you here? is it okay?” you gave a little pinch to make the message a little clearer. he whines, nodding. you closed the gap, hand moving away from his jaw and to the straps of his costume. you slowly undressed him, studying how every touch felt. his arm lifted, letting you take it off. his skin was smooth, gentle and soft in contrast with the muscles underneath.
you removed the other strap, moving it low enough to expose his chest. you nearly drooled at the sight. the shock made you realize how little you’ve seen of him. even though you’ve seen his most private area, you still didn’t get the privilege to see the rest of him. his shoulders tensed, shy under your gaze.
“you look so pretty,” you hum. he nods, reassured. considering you were ‘straight’ only a month ago, you were shocked by how infatuated you were. his chest flushed, rising and falling slowly as he looked over you at the same time. his hands moved under your shirt, exploring your skin. you buried your face in his neck, moaning into his flesh as he massaged. you kissed, licking over the muscle and causing him to squirm.
“off..” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt. you pull back and he lets go of the material. you chuckle, leading his hands back to the hem.
“if you want it off, you gotta take it off.” he makes eye contact, expression nervous and seeking approval. you nod. he lifts the shirt over your head and looks at your abdomen. he stares.
“you’re skinny.” you start to laugh, which makes him shy. “no, i didn’t- you’re shirt..”
“it’s fine, baby.” he’d never seen you with a shirt or pants that actually fit, usually 2 or 3 sizes too big. he was confused by it, you could tell by the fact that he offered to give you extra shirts he had that would fit better when you first met him. his hands found their way to your waist. he squeezed, making you squirm and giggle.
“you’re ticklish?” he grinned. you shook your head, straightening your expression and pushing his hands off.
“nah, man. i’m not-“ he grabbed at your sides again. you whined, trying to wiggle away as one of his arms wrapped around your hip and held you still. you pushed against his chest as he smiled up at you. he let go after a few seconds.
“you’re such a liar!” he giggled as you complained. you felt a twinge in your chest, guilt burning for just a moment before he kissed you again, cutting off your rambling. a small smile formed, melting into his touch as he started to unbutton your jeans. your hands hovered over his, waiting for him to go for your sides again, but he was far too focused on what was in your pants.
you reached for his chest again, making him whine as he touched your cock over your boxers. he was gentle, almost scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. you grind into his hand with a moan, confirmation to keep going. you stayed attached to his chest, circling his areola. he shivered, bringing a smile to your face.
“you sensitive there?” you teased. he nodded, head kept low as he moaned. he touched you the same way you did him, trying to mimick each move in the same order. his thumb rubbed just under the tip, you moaning in response. “come on, baby. touch me. please?”
he obeys, sliding your boxers low enough to expose you to him. he stared for a few seconds, watching as you twitched in his palm. you whined, pinching his nipple to make him move. he moaned, his cock now twitching from within his suit.
“why don’t you touch yourself, too?” you suggested. he glanced up as you took a hold of his hand, tracing over each indent on his palm. “you got big hands, i’m sure you can hold both at the same time.”
he nods, also pulling his pants just low enough to expose himself. you bit your lip at the sight, watching him pull your hips closer. he hooked his thumb onto his cock before taking a hold of yours, pressing them together. you moan as he moves his hand slowly. he nodded, taking your moan as verbal encouragement and quickly jerking both of you off.
your hips bucked, thrusting into his fist every so often as you fondled his chest. you buried your face in his neck, licking the skin before attaching your lips. he moaned, his free hand grabbing onto your bicep. you pinched again.
“there.. just like that.” you moan into his mouth, mumbling praises as he sped up, desperation taking over sensuality. you whined as he moved away from your lips, pressing his face into your shoulder. he moaned rythmically, just as you did. you lifted his chin, pushing his head back before dipping down.
he gasped when you licked over his nipple, teeth grazing over it as he grabbed onto your hair. he twitched, the jump made evident by your touching cocks. you moaned as well, the brief friction taking you by suprise. you suckled on his breast, just like you did to girls. he whined as you did so, unable to decide between watching and throwing his head back in pleasure.
“i’m.. i think i’m close-“ joe whined, gripping harder as he did the same to your cocks, desperately moving up and down. you moan at the admission.
“you think you can wait for me?” he nearly wailed, making you smile against his chest.
“pleaseee..”
“kiss me. i’ll cum faster if you kiss me.” he quickly grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up and pressing his lips to yours. you melted, openly moaning into his mouth as you throbbed within his grip. he kept pulling, remembering how much you loved it before. he took advantage of it, yanking at your locks passionately.
before you knew it, you were cumming all over your own bare chest and his latex costume. he moaned as you did, rushing to catch up and cum at the same time. he succeeded, pulling your hair one last time as his hips stuttered against his own fist. it was overwhelming. his hand in your hair, fist squeezing your cocks together as it moved, his lips against yours. it was all too much.
you whined, softening in his grip as he slowly lets go. he whimpered, too. your cocks lazily pressed together, just barely overstimulating both of you. you finally pull away, ending the kiss. he looked up at you, pupils blown and eyes wide.
“what?” you ask, wondering why he looked at you that way. his expression didn’t change as his eyes flicked between each of your features.
“i know you’re a boy but..” he trails off. his hand reached up to your face, his thumb running over each of his favorite features. he parted your lips, noting their reddish hue after kissing, before caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes. it was intimate, letting someone caress your face while pointing out their favorite features with each touch. you flushed under his gaze. “you’re pretty.”
“you think so?” you didn’t mean to ask the question, it slipping out before you could catch it. you voice was soft, barely above a whisper. he nods. you felt hot, heat suddenly overwhelming you as he looked away from your eyes and studied your features ahain. there’s a moment where both of you watch eachother, you being too scared to even think about what he meant. eventually, you pulled apart and cleaned up.
filming felt awkward now. for some reason, it felt like everyone was watching you. filming ended and while joe usually left soon after wrapping, he stayed behind, waiting for you to leave. at first, you didn’t understand why he’d stay, but he quickly made it clear as he made conversation.
“i’m hungry. do you want to get something after you’re done? my treat!” he smiled at you. you agree absentmindedly. “can we get mcdonalds? i heard the big mac’s good!”
“you heard?” you chuckle as he confirms. “so you’ve never been to mcdonalds?”
“no. my mom always cooked for us ‘cause that’s what a woman is supposed to do.” you grimace.
“you know, women can do other things, right?”
“yeah, but that’s what my mom and dad always said.” you decide to leave it there, too tired to explain feminism to him. you were frustrated anyway, considering you were left alone to clean up all by yourself. you assumed most of the actors left, but the film crew should be helping disassemble everything. you knew the lazy assholes maxxx hired as help usually fucked off and waited for you to finish, but at least dave would help. even he was nowhere to be seen.
joe stayed behind as you did a final sweep to make sure everything was reset. you found one of the doors shut and a distant rumble of voices behind it, a suspicious sight considering you assumed everyone was gone. you opened, slowly poking your head in and finding the entire crew, actors included, standing around yelling at eachother.
“no, dude! did you see the way they were looking at eachother? they’re totally fucking!” a voice called back, continuing a conversation you missed the first half of.
“man’s looks in love! they’re totally dating!” a girl spoke up.
“why not both? you’re acting like it’s one or the other!” you stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you entered.
“i swear! they were flirting outside and y/n was complimenting him!” you furrowed your brow, just barely recognizing your name in the sea of words.
“i just don’t see him as the type.. i mean he doesn’t even look gay. also, didn’t he fuck ava?”
“he probably likes both, dude. dave likes guys and girls, too.”
“he’ll fuck anything as long as it has a pulse. either way, joe’s the queer one of the two.” joe? why were they talking about him? you glared at the man who said it, who quickly realized you were listening in and stopped talking.
“what’s going on?” you asked slowly, watching as a few people held their hands behing their back. you stepped forward, looking at the producer, who turned with you to avoid showing his backside. “what are you holding?”
“uhhh…” you grabbed for his wrist, making a 100 dollar bill fall to the ground. you paused, staring at the cash as some people snuck out of the room. “why are you holding that?”
“y/n, it’s fine.” dave spoke up, directing your attention towards him. he was sat at a fold up table, a shoebox next to him along with a clipboard with multiple columns and rows. “it’s just a friendly little bet. gotta keep morale up, right?”
“what’s the bet?” at this point, the room was almost fully empty as everyone escaped. you and dave stared at eachother, him smiling innocently. he looked away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the paper.
“i just want to preface by saying, i didn’t tell anyone anything.” you furrowed your brow, only getting more confused. he slid over the clipboard. on the paper, you four columns, each labeled.
not gay | fucking | dating | both.
the worst part was, fucking was the most betted. you stared, mouth agape. “everyone saw you eyeing up joe the last couple of times you worked together, so when people started talking, i told them to put their money where their mouth is. most people thought you just had a fat crush on joe, but lily said she saw you guys flirting outside, which kinda skewed the vote.. everyone wanted to change their votes, but rules are rules. they know they can’t-“
“you’re fucking with me, right?” he paused before shaking his head. “how long has this been going on?!”
“yeah, well, people noticed how you changed your shirt in the middle of filming and how you stared at him. not to mention the fact that he’s waiting for you to finish putting everything away so you could go out. there’s actually a lot of proof. he keeps dragging you off into his dressing room, you spaced out when you first saw him in that costume..”
you stared in disbelief, unable to even find an excuse. everyone was watching. everyone knew you liked him and everyone assumed he liked you. you felt sick. the idea of the entire crew and a legion of pornstars betting on yours and joe’s queerness made you ill.
“obviously, i’m the bookie because it’d be cheating for me to vote since.. you know.” you cringed. “but it’s all for fun! i promise there isn’t any malicious intent.”
“you’re making a bet off of me and joe being gay, that sounds pretty malicious.” dave shrugged.
“it’s not out of ill-will. it’s just a fun bet-“
“about me and joe being gay?”
“yes!” you scoff, grabbing onto your hair and groaning.
“you have to call it off, dude. if joe finds out-“
“he’s not gonna find out-“
“if joe finds out,” you emphasize. “he’s gonna freak out.”
“how do you know? he seems pretty into you. he probably thinks you guys are already dating.” you rolled your eyes at the assumption.
“joe just got ex-communicated. if he finds out that what we’re doing is gay..” dave laughed, a large grin spreading as he held onto his chest.
“what? he really believes that bullshit you spew about just being friends?!” you glared, ready to argue back before he interrupted. “i know you think you know joe well, but be honest with yourself. you barely know the dude outside of sex, how would you know how he feels about being gay. did he ever mention the idea of being gay as a bad thing?”
you stayed quiet, realizing that no, he hadn’t said being gay is a bad thing. even when he questioned it, he never said it was wrong. he called it a sin once, but he easily could have meant masturbation. you looked away.
“maybe try talking to him. you know, not about how hot he looks in latex.” you flushed. “ava said you two were gonna go out to get something to eat, so you got the perfect opportunity. bring him to mcdonalds, get him some shitty nuggets and a big mac, large fry too, and ask him about himself. spend some time together. actually do something that doesn’t involve sex.”
you glared, genuinely angry at dave for assuming what you knew about joe. you hands trembled a bit before you huffed and walked off. you stormed down the stairs and found joe, sat cross-legged on the ground, poking around at some of the cameras. he jumped back when he saw you, quickly putting it back into place.
“oh, hey! did you see everyone? i thought they all left and they came down the steps, but they were acting all weird. did you talk to th-“
“let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him towards your car. “what do you want from mcdonalds? you said a big mac, right?”
“oh, uhhh.. i heard the nuggets are good-“
“whatever you want. you can get nuggets, a burger, a fuckin’ mcrib, i don’t care. it’s on me.” joe nods, following quickly as you opened the car door for him. he thanks you and you quickly get in on the other side, rushing to the nearest mcdonalds.
there was a few minutes of silence, you too angry to start speaking and him feeling the rage radiating off of you. you tried to think of an ice breaker. it was awkward, realizing that dave was right. you didn’t know anything about joe. you knew what he looked like and where he liked to be touched, but nothing personal. you cleared your throat.
“so.. tell me about yourself.”
he did. he talked about his childhood, being a middle child with 5 siblings. he talked about his mom, how she loved cooking and he always wanted to help, but she’d shoo him off and say it was a womans job. he talked about being mormon, what growing up was like within the mormon faith, he even mentioned a girl he was supposed to marry before they broke up. he also talked about what he liked and what he wanted to do. turns out, he always thought video games were cool, which started a conversation about your playstation and the games you had.
you got several things from mcdonalds, creating a buffet for the two of you when you got back to your place. you showed him the games you talked about and taught him how to play tony hawk’s pro skater 2. he loved it and you did too. both of you fell asleep on the couch, him laying on your chest while you played, mumbling to him about techniques, even though he was clearly unconscious. the next day, you hung out some more. you made breakfast together, went out to the mall together, got lunch together. it was amazing and by the end of the day, joe stood awkwardly outside your car door, fingers twiddling.
“so.. i’ll see you again, right?” you nod. he looks down. you took what dave said to heart, refusing to have sex with him during your time spent. you were sure that’s what he was thinking about. he had fun, but the one thing you two were comfortable doing was excluded.
“if you want to come by, just let me know. i had fun.” joe nods. there’s a moment of silence, only the crickets chirping making noise. he circles your car, going to the driver side. you roll down the window. “what are you-“
he kissed you. a quick peck like a couple would do before parting. he pulled away, taking in your features for a split second before rushing to his car and leaving. you flushed. maybe he did like you.
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Date Night: M&M
Date Night: Murder and a Movie
Pairing: gn!Reader/Vigilante
Rated: Mature
Summary: Date night takes a small detour when Adrian spots someone Vigilante has been after. [Established relationship; implied exes to lovers]
Warnings: Violence, blood, mentions of (past) abuse, sexual situations (outdoor/public, choking).
Word Count: 4000
A/N: I floated this idea around a while back, so this goes out to the person who liked it/encouraged me to write it. Maybe one day they’ll come back to Tumblr/Ao3 and see this.
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Adrian had suggested a movie date and it had been so long since you'd done anything so normal that not only did you quickly agree, you couldn’t help the excited squeal in your voice as you looked up movie times.
He looked at you with a wide, soft, grin on his face as you scrolled through your phone and named movies. He loved seeing you like this; happy.
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What happened Friday night shouldn’t have been unexpected, but it was. Adrian had stopped at a red light on the way to the theater and you had been too absorbed in your phone to notice him leaning forward in his seat. So when he suddenly let out a loud and angry, “shit!” you nearly jumped out of your seat.
“What?” You looked at him curiously, trying to keep yourself from getting nervous. He wasn’t angry at you, he wasn’t even looking at you.
“That’s Slippery Joe!”
You glanced at the light, it was still red. He didn't seem to hear the incredulity in your voice as you asked about the ridiculous nickname. “Slippery Joe?”
“Yea, he’s a real bad guy! He always manages to get away from the cops and Vigilante!”
The light turned green but since no one was behind you, you didn’t mention it. “Well,” you started instead. “Do you want to take care of it now?”
He whipped his head around, finally looking at you, eyes narrowed and brows scrunched up in confusion. “What?”
“Isn’t the Vigilante suit in the trunk?” You asked as you motioned to the back of your car with your thumb. “Just pull over, pop on the mask and gloves and kill him.”
Despite the subject matter, the murder of a man, your tone was casual. Like you were merely suggesting taking a different route and not subverting the justice system.
“Shit.” Adrian mumbled again, just realizing that the light was green.
He pulled over to some street parking and watched as Slippery Joe continued to talk to someone.
“Are you sure?” He asked as he parked and turned off the lights
You looked at the clock and shrugged, “we still have an hour before the movie starts.”
Adrian hummed nervously and looked back at the two men.
“Or we can just go to the movie like we planned. No big deal.” You had no idea he’d be so torn with a decision like this.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He looked at you again, face etched with worry. “Because when you first found out about Vigilante-”
“So I overreacted!” You threw your hands up and rolled your eyes. “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”
What exactly was the right response to finding out your partner was technically a serial killer? (Encouraging him was probably not the right answer!)
“Okay!” He nodded as a grin started to pull at his lips. “Wait here! I’ll be right back!”
He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek then jumped out and rushed to the back of the car.
As he ran past the car towards the corner that Slippery Joe had turned, he waved at you. You chuckled and waved back. He looked a little silly wearing the Vigilante mask with the nice button down you got him for his birthday, but no doubt just as menacing as always.
By the time Vigilante caught up with Slippery Joe, the man was alone. That was just fine by Vigilante.
“Joeyyy!” Vigilante raised his voice, and added a light laugh. “Long time no see!”
“Fuck!” Joey didn’t even need to look back at the voice to see who it was, he knew it well enough and knew better than to give Vigilante an opening. He took off in the opposite direction, pulling over a stack of pallets behind him as he ran in an attempt to slow Vigilante down.
It worked, a little at least. The pallets fell into a rather large puddle, causing Vigilante to hop back out of the splash zone. “Not cool, man! You’re gonna ruin my date night outfit!”
That sparked an interest in Joe, he glanced behind him curiously to see Vigilante without his mask on. But in that moment as he turned, just as he spotted the red gleam of Vigilante’s visor, Vigilante threw a knife and hit his target.
Joe tumbled to the ground, the knife sticking out of the back of his right leg. Of all the places to get caught, behind some old buildings with no clear escape route, his timing had never been so bad. He quickly turned himself over and sat up, his breath coming out in pants as he squeezed his eyes shut and yanked out the large knife in his leg. His own screams seemed to be drowned out by Vigilante’s loud and obnoxious laugh.
Vigilante slowly made his way closer, taking deliberate care to avoid puddles.
Slippery Joe tried to stand, only to fall back with another yell as he fell into an undignified heap onto the dirty ground. “No! Nonono!” He pleaded as he tried to push himself further away, it didn’t help.
Vigilante whistled happily as he caught up to Joe. “As fun as it would be to draw this out, I’ve got a date to get back to.”
Joe looked past Vigilante and a spark of hope ignited in him. “Help!” He called out to a figure standing at the other end of the alley.
“You think someone is going to help you?” Vigilante laughed again, one hand slapping his knee.
“Call the cops! Please!”
Vigilante followed the man’s line of sight and turned around. Ah, so that’s why Joey seemed to think there was someone around to help. He laughed again, causing Joe to look back at him even more scared now. “That’s my date!” Vigilante explained and turned towards you, with his hands on his hips as he raised his voice. “Who’s supposed to be waiting in the car!”
The two men barely heard the faint chuckle that bounced off cement and brick. Joe was getting no help from you.
“Cute, right?” Vigilante picked up the discarded knife then grabbed Joe with his free hand. “Alright, up you go!” He heaved the man onto his feet.
As Vigilante steadied him, he turned Joe around so that he was standing in front of him, both men facing the same direction. “Wait, you’re not going to kill me?”
The relief in his voice made Vigilante let out another chuckle. “Oh I am. I just don’t want your blood to get on me.”
Before Joe could fully process those words, Vigilante brought up the knife and pulled it against Joe’s neck, slicing deeply as he held the man's head back, blood spraying forth in an arch in front of them. Lucky for Vigilante, not a single drop landed on his clothes.
Still mindful of the blood, he let the body fall and wiped his knife on Joe’s clothes before sliding it back on his belt.
"And you!" Vigilante spun around and pointed at you as he stalked forward.
Your body stiffened as Vigilante closed in on you. In the poorly lit back alley, his visor only reflected a dark, dull, red the closer he got. With every step he took, you saw blood splashing against brick. Every step he took, you heard the scrape of metal against cement and the gurgling gasp of a dying man.
You blinked and your eyes caught sight of his arms, biceps straining against a pretty powder blue dress shirt as he effortlessly lifted a man and used the very same knife to cut the man’s life away.
Not even the silly tilt of his head, face still covered in his mask, could blunt the startling awareness that this was Vigilante, a murderer, a psychopath.
He waved hand in front of your face, “hellloooo! Are you there??”
Your eyes followed his gloved hand and the realization that those gloves were just touching a dead body made your knees weak. You were already leaning against the brick wall behind you, but now you sagged against it as you stared at Vigilante. Vigilante, not Adrian.
“Shit.” He muttered under his breath. He knew you should have stayed in the car! He lifted the visor on his mask and tried to get you to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were dilated and your breathing shallow.
“Hey! Hey, baby, you know I’m not gonna hurt you, right?”
You blinked slowly at him and spoke barely above a whisper. “Hurt me?”
“No!” He waved one hand with an exaggerated slashing motion. “That’s what I’m not going to do!”
He glanced around, making sure no one was around to catch him and lifted his hands to take off his mask, but your hands caught his before he could. “Keep it on.” Your voice now a firm whisper.
He was a little confused. Why would you want him to keep the mask on if it scared you?
He was very surprised, pleasantly so though, when you surged forward and crashed your lips to his through his mask.
“Oh!” Vigilante bit back a gasp as he realized that watching him kill hadn’t scared you, it turned you on.
Blood already pumping on adrenaline from his little chase, it didn’t take long for him to push you against the wall, to slot himself between your legs and to press himself against you in a way he knew would have you moaning.
No longer content with kissing him over the mask, you pushed up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth. The kiss that followed was needy, desperate and he couldn’t tell who was more desperate.
He groaned, his hips jutting into yours, eliciting an echo from you. “We. We can’t. Do this here.” He muttered between kissing you and dragging his lips and tongue down your jaw, ending with a firm bite on your neck.
“Why?” You whimpered as your head fell back enough to allow him more room to mark your neck. Which he gladly did, everyone who saw you should know that you belonged to him now, again.
He grinned, grinding himself into you again, as he sucked at the pulse point on your neck, he loved feeling you, how hard your heartbeat was in your chest, which was pressed so closely to his that he could feel it. He could feel you throbbing against his thigh, his own aching desire keeping him as close to you as possible.
“Public indecency. Misdemeanor.” He answered between biting and lapping at your hot skin.
You stilled for a moment, not that he particularly noticed, too lost in you to stop. Until you let out a breathless giggle. He looked up, in all the shifting and roaming hands, his visor had fallen back down, casting your seductive grin in a red hue.
“No one’s around.” You mewled as you tried to pull him down for another kiss.
“I am.” He hissed when instead of catching his mouth, your lips landed on his jaw, your teeth lightly scraping his skin as you moved to bite his neck.
You smiled against his skin and hummed, the small vibrations causing him to buck into you again. Clothes truly felt like a hindrance in this moment, as he couldn’t feel you in the way he really wanted, his only reward for his movements the breathy gasp that you puffed out against his skin.
“Yea, you are. What’re you going to do about it?” You taunted him as you dragged a hand down his chest, landing on his belt and idly fiddling with the buckle.
Vigilante groaned and dropped his head on your shoulder, slumping into you and pressing your harder into the wall. The rough brick scratched at your back and Vigilante’s weight dropping on you forced you to steady your legs.
“I thought you wanted to see the movie?” He muttered into your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
You sighed and took a moment to let your heart calm down. This was Adrian being sweet. He had let you pick the movie and you told him how excited you were to see it, and now he was just making sure you got what you wanted (and weren’t instead breaking any local ordinances!). You gently ran a hand up and down on his back, in an attempt to calm him down as well, before reaching up and pulling the Vigilante mask off of him.
He immediately shot up and looked at you in shock. “What are you doing?”
You tucked the mask in your sweater and pushed yourself off the wall. “Relax, I checked again, no one’s around. Come on, let’s get back to the car.”
Adrian wrapped an arm around you, and adjusted his pants with his other hand, as you walked back to the car.
Since you had the keys to the Sebring, you unlocked the trunk before handing his mask back and climbing in the passenger seat, while Adrian put away the Vigilante mask and gloves. He was quick about it, both out of paranoia and because he really did want to get to the movie on time! At least it hadn’t taken long at all to kill Slippery Joe.
Once Adrian had pulled back onto the road, you reached over and gently ran a hand down his arm.
“Hm?” He questioned, thinking that you were just trying to get his attention. “Oh.” You just wanted to hold his hand! He steered with his left hand while he let you hold his right.
He wasn’t expecting you to bring his palm up to your mouth to place gentle kisses along the inside of his hand.
“Wow! You really liked watching me kill that guy, huh?”
“Mmhm.” You hummed as your lips moved down to his wrist, teeth scraping at his skin enough to leave a trail of red marks. He hissed quietly and shifted in his seat, trying his best to keep his attention on the road. His quiet little breathy gasp as your tongue glided over the fresh bite mark sent a thrilling jolt to your core. For someone so strong, he was very sensitive, with delightfully smooth skin, not a scar or callus blemishing his perfect body.
“M-maybe I should let you tag along on my next Vigilante patrol.”
His playful suggestion made you freeze, and you nearly let his hand drop, as you looked up at him.
He pouted as he glanced between you and the road, his next question coming out in a breathless whine. “Why’d you stop?”
"Oh, maybe next time we can kill someone on my list!" You smiled sweetly at him and finally let go of his hand.
Anyone else, with a similar dark sense of humor, would have taken your words as a joke. But Adrian wasn't anyone else. His face scrunched up a little and he tilted his head in confusion, though his eyes remained on the road. "Your list? Of people that you want to kill?"
"Yea." You nodded as you stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction.
It was one thing to show up on his doorstep covered in bruises, both fresh and old, to ask him to kill the man who hurt you. It felt entirely different to ask the same favor when you'd been living safe long enough that only faded scars remained. When you hadn't had so much as a papercut since Adrian, since Vigilante, came back into your life.
His arousal was suddenly forgotten in the face of this revelation. His right hand, which had fallen to the center console when you let go of it, returned to the steering wheel as he focused on driving.
"Who's on it?"
He wasn't going to easily write off your little comment as a joke, not that you wanted him to. You shifted in your seat and looked down at your hands. "Just, you know." You started to answer him quietly, "people."
Adrian might not be the smartest guy around, but as he glanced at you, at the way you anxiously held your hands in your lap and how stiff you had become, he had a feeling he knew just what kind of people were on that list.
"Well, can I see it?"
A nervous giggle bubbled its way past your lips. “It’s not a list I have written down, Adrian.” You tapped your temple, “it’s all up here.”
“Oh.”
You decided to drop the question. He wasn’t angry, but he certainly wasn’t happy either. He just looked like he was concentrating. Probably deciding what to do with you now that he knew you had a vendetta against multiple people. Maybe asking him to kill for you wasn’t the best idea. It wasn’t like Vigilante was some hitman for hire. And even if he was, you likely couldn’t even afford someone as efficient as Vigilante.
“Hey,” he finally spoke up again, this time extending one hand to you, while keeping his eyes on the road.
You eyed him for a moment, cautiously curious and hummed a silent question before taking his offered hand. Like you did to him before, he firmly pressed his lips to your palm. Your heart, already beating quickly, fluttered as his breath warmed your skin, his lips moving down to your wrist. Once he found your pulse point, he let his lips linger, his tongue snaking out and lapping at your skin. He smiled into the kiss as he felt your heart race faster before he pulled away with one more little peck to your wrist.
His fingers, thick and strong and tantalizing then entwined with yours before he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He stopped at an intersection and took the moment to look over at you. "I'll kill every motherfucker that's ever hurt you."
And he meant it. Of course he meant it. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, see the determination in his eyes and the way his jaw clenched. He would kill for you. He had killed for you before, and now here he was, admitting he’d do it again, as many times as you needed him to. The warmth of your blush spread further, down to your chest where you weren’t sure if your heart was beating even faster or if your heart had skipped a beat.
You leaned across the center console and kissed him on the cheek. He would never let you fully kiss him while he was driving, but the much more innocent action had him blushing all over again just as hard.
“What, what was that for?”
You were already smiling, somehow he always had a way of making you smile. “Oh.” You shrugged, a light giggle lacing your words. “Thank you for taking me out tonight, Adrian.”
You were just as infectious to him as he was to you. Your giddiness had him excited and he tapped his hands on the steering wheel as he smiled and flirtatiously raised his eyebrows. “You’re welcome!”
The rest of the ride, short as it was, was spent in a comfortable silence.
Adrian chose a parking spot that was a bit far from the entrance but you figured he just didn't want to spend the time looking for an open space. "Let's hurry before the concession stand closes! I want an Icee!"
You hurried out of the car before he could even respond, your good mood making you feel eager. You stood by the trunk of the car and waited for him, rocking back and forth a bit as he locked the doors.
"So I was thinking," he started as he caught up to you and you lopped your arm around his. You started to walk towards the theater, but his feet felt like lead, refusing to let you pull him with you. "For our next date, I think you should join me."
You smiled, trying your best to repress a laugh. "Uh, yea, Adrian. It would hardly be a date if you were by yourself!"
“Noo,” he furrowed his brows a little and pulled you from his side to stand in front of him. “I said, for our next “date”, you should join me.” As he emphasized the word date, he mimed bunny ears with his hands.
You giggled and grabbed his hands, pulling them down as if to prevent anyone from catching on. You then glanced around, the parking lot was empty, before you looked up and whispered. “Yea I got that,” you leaned even closer to him, dropping your voice even more. “V.”
“Oh!” It was cute how his eyes got all wide and his eyebrows shot up as he realized you understood his hints. “But, do you want to join me too?”
Now it was your turn to be confused. You tilted your head, “wait. What? What do you mean? I thought I already made it clear I’d like to be there..?”
The wicked, twisted, grin that crossed his face made your heart drop. You were certain that was a side of Adrian that he usually hid behind the Vigilante mask. And it was beautiful.
He leaned close to you again and whispered in your ear. “Yea, but do you want to kill them yourself?”
You froze, breath caught in your throat, and for the second time in one night, felt your legs start to shake under you. One of Adrian’s hands flew to your waist and pulled you flush against him. The other slowly dragged up your arm to your neck, his fingers curling around you while his thumb caressed your jaw as he forced you to look at him.
“Do you want that?” He spoke lowly, with a dark fray in his voice that sent cold chills down your spine and searing heat through your blood. “Do you want me to teach you how to kill a man?”
Did you? Knowing Vigilante had killed the man that hurt you felt like enough when it happened. But now, as he offered to teach you how to take the rest of your revenge yourself? You had never been particularly prone to violence, but as Vigilante dangled the option in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to reach for it. Would it be enough to simply stand back and watch?
As you were lost in your thoughts, his fingers tightened around your neck, his thumb pressed harder against your chin, forcing your mouth to hang open. You were still shaking in his arms, your breath shallow and chest heaving against his. As you looked into his eyes, the soft green that you loved seemed to somehow flash the same red as his Vigilante visor.
He continued to draw your mouth closer to his, “fuck. I bet you’d look so hot covered in someone else’s blood.”
You let out a needy whine of an answer, a quiet single syllable before his lips were on yours, tongue pushing into your mouth in a heated kiss. You could only cling to him, cling to his warmth, to the safety he provided, to the vengeance he offered.
Adrian pulled away with a mix of a quiet growl and a moan, his thumb running heated lines down your jaw to your neck as he stared into your eyes and smiled. He wasn’t at all surprised by your answer, and he was more than happy to oblige.
All too soon his lust filled gaze softened and his hand dropped from your neck to hold your hand again. "Alright, let's get you an Icee."
You couldn’t help the giggle that burst from your chest and the smile that pulled at your face. You were reminded again of how he always did that, no matter what, he always found a way to make you smile. "Yay!"
Adrian grinned as he let you pull him at a fast pace to the theater so you could get your snacks. After all, he loved you.
#vigilante x reader#adrian chase x reader#i do miss you nel#fingers crossed i don't have to play games with the tags#4k words! what a doozy!
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Celebrity Crush || Interviews Day 1
Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar
Word Count: 2134
Summary: It’s the first day of many for season 4 interviews
Warnings: cute interactions
A/N: For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.
Last: Premiere | Next: Theories & More
"Look who's last to show up." Maya says as I walk into the room. "There were some problems with the car." I take my seat between her and Natalia. "Presley is always last to show up." Joe says making me turn to look back at him, "I am not!" I slap his knee. "Sometimes..." Joseph adds making me turn the other way to look back at him. "You know what... I may be last but I'm still always on time. I've never been late." I turn back around to face the front. "That's a fair point." Natalia gives me a pass. Before the long interviews start, the five of us just sit on our phones bored.
Joseph:
You just had to wear green pants too.
I look back at him and realized he was wearing green pants as well.
Presley:
I look better.
I send him the text and he lets out a chuckle before we're told it's time to get ready. The first question was about Maya and Natalia working together since last season they had no scenes of them together really. "Joe, Steve's storyline in the first few episodes is about him trying to figure out his own love life. I'm curious what you think Steve needs?" The guys asks him so I look back some to look at him. "A swift kick in the butt." He says making us laugh. "He literally has the perfect girl in front of him and he messed it up and needs to fix it." He answers. He then asks Joseph what was it like jumping into the show and he tells him it was great because he felt comfortable with us. "What can you guys tell me about the big bad this season, Vecna?" The asks us. "Sexy." Maya says making me cover my mouth from laughing too loud. "He's not good." Joe adds. "Cruel with how he kills." I add and the others agree.
We have a few minutes before the next person so I get a drink of water. "I think I actually pull off the green pants better." Joseph walks up beside me. "What makes you think that though?" I tilt my head looking at him. "People can actually see my pants on camera not you. So that means I look better." He gives me a smile. "It doesn't work that way." We go back to our seats for the next interview. "Who always nails it in the first take?" The man asks us. "Priah, Gaten and Presley." They all say so I agree with them. "Who is the last one to always leave their trailer?" I point back again the Joe's. "Wig and something else." I say and they agree. "Oh right, yeah." Joe nods his head. Slowly I start to zone out but still listen to the man just nodding my head. "Yeah, we do laugh a lot." I agree with Maya. "Presley, usually starts the fun with Gaten." Joe adds.
The next lady asks on a scale 1-10 how scary the show was and how dark it got. "It was so fun seeing the friendship between Steve and Skylar, then last season the both of them with Robin. Now this season we get Robin and Nancy and Eddie and Skylar." She goes on about the girls being together and not about Sky and Eddie once so I speak up. "I'd like to add I like how the brothers give the viewers some knowledge of that Eddie and Sky already being sort of distant friends so their friendship being close this season wasn't too random." I speak up looking back at Joseph. "Yeah, that knowledge for us made us working together easier." Joseph nods his head.
"I actually really love the chemistry between Eddie and Skylar... If you guys were a viewer watching the show who would you pick Skylar to be with?" She asks us. "Wow, that's a tough one... if I was a viewer, I'd probably pick Steve. Only because we've seen their relationship change and grow throughout the last three seasons." Natalia looks at the three of us. "That's true. From the whole enemies to friends to lovers trope." Maya agrees. "Steve, because they've been through a lot. He just needs to man up and fix their relationship. As a viewer you can tell they love each other." Joe answers. "As a viewer Steve but being biased I say Eddie." Joseph laughs. "Great, it's my turn now..." I laugh thinking about it, "I would say I don't care." I answer truthfully. "Really?" The lady asks. "I say that because I see she has chemistry with both. Yeah, there's more history with Steve but one; he cheated on her. Two; he's taking his time trying to fix his mistake and their relationship. With Steve taking his time it lets there be more time where Sky and Eddie think about their feelings for each other. So I don't care because she's good with both."
"Presley, how was it for you playing a character who has boy problems?" The next lady laughs. "Weird because I never have that problem. I've never had so many guys like me one after another." I laugh. "Wait, are you saying guys don't find you attractive?" Joe asks shocked. "My whole like I grew up as the ugly friend and people reminded me daily." I nod my head. "Bet they take it back now." Joseph says making me laugh, "One did apologize." I tell him. She asks if we had all the power and control what would we manifest for our character. "Maya I feel like you would have a great answer for that." Joe puts the spot light on her. "I think I would like to umm, have a powerful love story with Nancy Wheeler but she chooses Jonathan instead of me. Also I die sacrificing myself to the monster just for trauma to being Steve and Skylar back together." She answers the questions. "That's exactly what I was gonna say." Joe jokes. "I'd say for everyone just to have a ending they deserve. Eddie goes through stuff and I feel sorry for the dude. Robin needs to find love, Nancy needs to realize she doesn't need a man, Steve and Skylar need to become best friends again." I answer.
It felt like the interviews got longer and long as time with on because I was getting so tired. "Whose performance blew you away this season?" We're asked. "My baby Sadie Sink and then I'd say this lovely man to behind me to my left." I turn towards Joseph patting his knee." I say happy with my answer. Who has the best taste in music was next. "Me. Because I'm offended when people don't like my music." I laugh. "I think I am sitting with three people who have very distinct very good taste in music." Natalia says then gives me a smile. "I'm joking it's four. Presley listens to like everything so you never know what you get when she shuffles music." She says and the others agree.
"Would you rather rent a movie, play D&D, or hit the roller rink?" We're asked. "Rent a movie. I suck at D&D and I can't roller-skate." I answer. "Your asking a room full of actors if whether or not we're watching a movie or do anything else. I think the answers probably watch movies." Maya answer. "What 80's movie would you rent?" The next question is asked. "Either The Labyrinth or Lost Boys." I smile then Joseph says any by John. "Who makes you laugh the most on set?" He asks us. "We have a lot of laughs in set. That's the best part about this show. That's pretty much all we do." Joe says. "It's very true but picking a person I pick Gaten." I laugh.
Finally when we were done we clap our hands because sitting in these chairs were hell. "I'm starving." I get up stretching my arms. "Do you wanna go out for lunch?" Joseph walks up beside me. "Do I wanna go out for lunch? Like with you?" I ask turning to face him. "Or you can go have it alone. Whatever you prefer." He says with a smile making me laugh. "Do you have anything in mind?" I ask as I get my things together. "Not really. Do you?" He asks as I put my bag over my shoulder. "Anyplace with breadsticks. I really want some breadsticks." I let him know. "I think we can find place with breadsticks for you.” He chuckles. “Yes.” I clap my hands excited.
We find a place to eat at before we leave then go in our separate cars. “Table for two, please.” I tell the hostess and they take us to a table. “You were determined to talk about Skylar and Eddie earlier during that one interviewer.” Joseph speaks as we look through the menu. “Because I didn’t want you left out. She brought it up but only talked to Maya and Natalia. Why bring up our characters if you’re not going to talk to us about them.” I tell him and he just nods his head with a slight smile. As soon as the breadsticks hit the table a huge grin spreads across my face. “Come to mama.” I reach for one as see Joseph laughing at me. “What?” I ask with a slight frown confused.
“Come to mama and your smile… it’s cute since it’s for breadsticks.” He takes one himself. “Because I love them. Especially the ones with mozzarella cheese in them. Mmm, I love them.” I think about them. “Are you looking forward to sitting in a chair for hours tomorrow again?” He asks as we wait for our food. “I just hope they don’t ask the same questions over and over. It’s so tiring. Then it sucks when people catch on and realize you’re annoyed of the same question because your answer gets flatter and flatter.” I explain with a sigh. “Then they get mad at you for seeming rude when you’re just tried if repeating yourself.” He says making nod my head agreeing.
As we eat we and the restaurant got slightly more crowed a few people started to recognize us but we ignored them. “Oh, back to the topic on interviews tomorrow… what do you plan on wearing so we don’t match. I have to make sure I look better than you.” I joke with him. “Maybe tan colors. I don’t know yet.” He makes a face laughing. “So boring got.” I laugh at him. “What all are you doing tomorrow?” He asks. “I have a friendship test with Sadie, theories and the rest of the interviews with y’all. Then the following day I have a wired autocomplete by myself along with my first. Sadie is doing those tomorrow, I believe. Along with Noah and Gaten for the wired autocomplete.” I give him the run down.
“You’re a very busy person.” He says as we finish up. “I’m not normally. Since the second season that’s when my schedule slowly got longer. Us older ones are never as busy as the kids since the show is mainly about them. Makes me happy I’m not their age.” I laugh then pay for both of our meals. “I could have paid for mine. You didn’t have to do that. Plus I asked if you want to come have lunch.” Joseph gives me a look. “But it was my idea to come eat so that’s why I paid. And I’m just being a good person.” We stand up from our table. “Next time we eat… I’m paying, got that.” He points his finger at me so I laugh at him. “Fine, you can pay next time we have lunch together.” I say as we go outside to our rides. “See you tomorrow at work.” He waves goodbye to me.
As I get into the vehicle I get a text from a friend saying a fan posted a picture of Joseph and I eating and now people think we were on a date. “God. Can two people of the opposite sex not have lunch together without people thinking their on a date?” I ask out loud. “Everyday people can but when you’re a celebrity no. The public will automatically assume things.” My driver speaks up making me look up at him. “I didn’t ask for you input James.” I say with a chuckle. “You spoke out loud Miss Presley. In a form of a question, might I add.” He now chuckles looking at me from the mirror. “Fine, you win.” I put my hands up. “That’s what now? Six to five?” I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re ahead by one point.”
#stranger things#joseph quinn#joe quinn#joe keery#gaten matazarro#natalia dyer#millie bobby brown#noah schnapp#maya hawke#david harbour#stranger things 4#stranger things s4#eddie munson x henderson#eddie munson#stranger things eddie munson#steve harrington x henderson#steve harrington
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Just That Feeling~ Joe Keery
Requested by @sage-the-z0mbie
Sweaters |Ursa Major| - Reader goes off to live somewhere else & goes through the motions of their break up with Steve/Joe as they still have his sweater (angst)
m-rae23 ~ palomam18~gloomybrieyxb~hqtetsurou
You've got me imprinted, love's true human form
You never truly loved someone as you loved Joe, the two of you were irrespirable. The two of you grew up together and you became his number one supporter. He was your best friend and you were so sure he was your person.
" What do you mean your moving?" Joe asked as he followed you into the bedroom where you were already packing up boxes. You silently reached into your drawers placing your notebook, sketch books and other things into the boxes. Joe had came over after being away to shoot S4 Stranger Things to have you tell him something better had came up for your line for work and you needed to move.
" What about us? What about me? Do you not love me anymore?" he asks as he watches you pack. " When were you planning to tell me?" He takes you wrist in his hand as he turns you around to look at him. Hurt flashed behind those brown eyes. Glossy eyes stare down at you.
" You've got bigger dreams than I do, Joe" you simply said not daring to look at him because if you do then you'd cry in front of him. Joe scoffs. " You're just going to leave me? What did I do?" He continues to ask but you don't give an answer feeling your own heart break.
" Answer me..please" he begs as he takes your hand in his bringing them up this lips as he kisses your knuckles. The feeling of his salty tears and the warmth of his lips against your skin causes your breath to become shaky. You can't look at him. Not right now.
" I don't love you anymore" you lie, tearing your hands away from him turning your back to him. You hear the sound of a gasp escape from him. Joe feels his heart sink to his stomach as he shakes his head, " you can't leave me.." he begs. " I love you so much" he continues with tears streaming down his cheeks.
" No, I don't" you say looking up at the ceiling as your own tears run down your cheeks. Joe's shoulder shake as he watches you pack a box, and tape it. He can see your crying too but he sits on your bed with one of your stuffed animals in his hands holding it as tears fall down on his soaking it.
Only found in sweaters that you've worn
Your new place felt so empty and cold. Joe hasn't stopped you as you walked out the door the following morning and he didn't stop you when he saw you close your car door even if you looked at him one more time. He didn't return the longing look on his face. He watched as the truck and you drove away with his heart crushed on the ground.
The boxes were placed all over the new home and you had no idea where to start. You hadn't had the heart to open one of them but you do anyways because this needed to be done. The first one you open not really reading the label on what it says because you just needed to get your mind off of Joe.
Leaving him hurts. You lied to him about loving him. You had to let him go. He was going to find someone else to love him, the way he should be loved.
There's no going back, cloud nine is all I know
Tears weld in your eyes as you saw the first item inside the box. It was dark blue sweater that Joe wore on your first date when he took you out for some burgers and milkshakes. The first time you realized that he was your person.
" You look so pretty tonight" Joe says, his face beaming with happiness as he looks down at you as you hold onto his arm. The dark blue sweater he's wearing is so soft that you bury your face in it at his compliment.
"Thank you" you softly tell him. He chuckles seeing the red color paint your cheeks. You were so adorable. He opened the door for you and as you stepped inside you heard the loud booming music from the jute box. You gasp at the colors inside and Joe knew you loved this place already. He watches as your eyes light up at everything.
" This is so.." you hadn't found the words what to call this but Joe knew you loved it, you didn't have to. You turn your head to look at him and that was the first look that you knew that Joe was your person.
" Come on, lover boy. I'm starving" he laughed. Your heart fluttered at the sound as he let you to the table, you felt the sparks right there and there at the first date.
You lifted up the sweater up to your nose taking the scent of it. Joe's. It was still there, barely but there. He always smelled so good. Tears ran down your cheeks as they made spots on the sweater as you held it.
I wanna throw your sweaters out 'cause they don't feel like home
Your eyes looked down at the box seeing the yellow sweater that was there and chuckled through your tears knowing why this one was in the box.
" Joe! This sweater makes me look like an minion" you turned around to show Joe the sweater on you and indeed you looked like a little Kevin with your hair high up in a point tail as you wiggled around in a little dance.
Joe snickered watching you wiggle in the sweater that he picked out for you to wear.
" You look cute" he says making his way over to you adjusting it but can't help but giggle as you pout at him with those big eyes.
" Stop laughing at me" you whined pushing at his chest. He poked your nose as you scrunched it up. " You" he placed a kiss on your nose " look" he placed a kiss on your cheek " adorable" he kissed your other cheek."
A small pout appears on your lips, " You missed Keery." He playfully rolled his eyes as he leaned down pecking your lips.
" Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na" he whispers as he begins to sing, your eyes narrowed at him as he continued singing the minions song. The both of you would sing it sometimes since Despicable Me was one of your favorite movies.
"Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na!" he sang louder, you swatted his chest. " You have 3 seconds to run, Joe" he chuckled as he turned around and ran. The yellow sweater that you wore was his, but he told you that he wanted you to have it as it was one of your favorite colors.
Been a while since you've had my coat from varsity
You know where to send it, but you won't give it back to me
You placed the yellow sweater on the floor going back into the box and taking out a familiar jacket that indeed was not yours. It was the grey jacket that his character Steve Harrington wore. How did it ended in your box?
" Knock Knock" you heard from the kitchen wall as Joe peeked his head, he stepped out wearing that grey jacket with a navy blue shirt underneath and paired it with jeans. His hair had few strands hanging out but it was his eyes at shined as he looked at you.
" What are you doing here, babe?" you asked as he made his way over to you. " I rushed here not even bothering to go to wardrobe because I couldn't wait to get home to you and kiss you"
His hands came up to cup your face in his hands as he leaned in brushing his lips on yours.
" I love you" he whispers against your lips. Your hands grasped onto the grey jacket feeling the zipper on your palm as you grasp it pulling him close. " I love you too, Harrington" you teased, Joe pulled away with a playful glare.
" You ruined the moment" he huffed.
" I love you Joe Keery" that huff turned into a wide smile but you squeal when his fingers dug into your side, tickling you. " NO!" you giggled, squirming in between his body and the kitchen sink.
He smiled wide hearing your laughter.
So I hoard the blankets
'Cause I can barely take it
The jacket drops from your hands. It drops on the ground as you wipe away the tears that keep falling and falling. You make your way into the kitchen with almost everything in there as you take out a glass filling it with one of your favorite drinks.
" You know how much I love you, Joey Bear?" you asked as your fingers graze his face. Joe stares at you with amusement in his eyes as he helps you to bed. " I love you this much" you widen your hands until you couldn't anymore and hiccup in the process at the same time.
" I love you too, my sweet girl" he says as he leans down kissing your forehead. Your sleepy eyes watch as takes off your shoes for you putting them in the corner with the rest of them and slips off your socks.
" You're too good to me, baby" you mumbled. " I don't deserve you" Joe stops what he's doing as he looks down at you with his hands on his hips. The way his character Steve does it.
" Nonsense Y/N, it's me who doesn't deserve you baby. You're everything" you blew him a kiss, with a giggle as he continued to help you undress you.
He was your everything.
You grabbed the glass and heading back to your bedroom sitting on the bed as you wrapped the blanket around yourself sitting against the wall as you closed your eyes.
You missed him so much.
I cover my face in sweating hands
Said a prayer, can we still be friends?
Then you ask if you can kiss me..
You don't even think that if you called him that he would pick up. You broke his heart and you didn't deserve to hear the sound of his voice. You knew he hated you. How could he not? You took his heart and stomped on it. You told him you didn't love him. You lied to him. You wondered if he ever would forgive you, would you two be able to go back as friends? Would he ever want to see you again? Would he even look at you? Would he be angry with you? Of course he would, he had every right to be angry with you. You broke him. This was your fault. The jackets and the two sweaters lay on your bedroom floor as a reminder that he's still there. He will always be there.
Well, you've got me imprinted, love's true human form
Only found in sweaters that you've worn
" Do you think we will be together forever?" you asked leaning back into his chest as he played with your hair as you two cuddled in bed watching a movie.
" I believe that you were meant to love me. You were meant for me. So, yes." You looked up at him, upside down as he looked down at you. You moved away from him as you sat on the back of your heels.
" Do you not want a future with me?" he asks as he sits up with his eyebrows knitted preparing to hear the worst. You shook your head.
" I want everything with you. Kids. Marriage. Grow old. Have the whole world with you" his eyes shined with tears hearing those words. You wanted it all with him as he did with you.
" Are you going to fulfill my dreams of having six just like Steve?" He teased and half joked, wanting to hear you giggle since it was his favorite sound besides your laugh. You giggled, there it was.
" You keep dreaming, Keery" he put a hand on his heart as he laughed. " You wounded me, pretty girl" you rolled your eyes but he sees the smile on your face, sighing happy to himself how much you made him happy.
You wanted it all with Joe but life had other plans in your way. You didn't want to stay home all the time and not do anything with your life. You wanted to put your name out there just like he did, you wanted your own spotlight and if you had to let Joe get it, then that's what you did. It sounded selfish, but you put yourself first for the first time.
There's no going back, cloud nine is all I know
I wanna throw your sweaters out, but where else would I go?
Your eyes fell heavy as you set the glass down on the ground as you curled up in a ball looking into the dark room that you surrounded yourself. The sweaters and jacket remained on the floor. Your eyes dropped to them knowing the exact spot they were at. Your feet scrambled off the bed as you made your way over to the soft material grasping into your hands and bringing them up to your nose. His scent still lingered there as you held the sweaters close.
Been a while since you've had the secrets we keep
You know how to fix this, but you'll never change for me
Joe sat in the shared bedroom that both of you shared. It's cold, empty and unwanted. He stares into the small space that you used to sleep in. It's untouched and cold and he hasn't been able to move to that side. He's not able to grasp your pillow in his hands knowing your scent still lingers there. He feels his chest tighten as tears begin to run down his cheeks.
He stares at the space with hate. He wished you never have left him. Why didn't you tell him you wanted to leave him? He had to find out right after he finished filming S4 of Stranger Things, you were his biggest supporter and suddenly you wanted to be away from him. For better job. He felt like you never loved him or cared about him. That you were with him for the publicity, for that social media follow, for other things than him.
He grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room as he yelled through his tears.
Still, I dreamed of plane rides
One way to your bright side
Joe had always dreamed you would be the mother of his children, that you be the one he would get married to, that you'd be the one he'd have his forever with. He knew he loved you the moment his eyes laid on you. He doesn't think he will ever stop.
When he falls asleep it's like he replays the nightmare where you leave him over and over again.
You chose to dream bigger than he did. Just not with him by your side. It hurt him. You pushed him away, leaving him for a dream that you waited to happen that happened only this dream you were alone and chasing it without him.
I traded sleep for your clever words
I looked my best, but I felt the worst
Then you asked if you could kiss me
You felt foolish that you lied to him that you didn't love him. Of course you did, he was your person but you do anything to go back to have him look at the way he used to look at you.
You saw the interviews he did and he doesn't look like he's been sleeping much, he doesn't look as happy as he used to, he doesn't have that smile he usually does, he doesn't have that light anymore and Joe knows you don't either. He doesn't miss a single post you make on social media, he watches that your not happy, your not yourself and most of all it broke his heart seeing the yellow sweater that was his, you wore it but you made adjustments to it and he hated it.
Well, you've got me imprinted, love's true human form
Only found in sweaters that you've worn
The adjustment to that yellow sweater that you now wore had caused Joe to hate every sweater he ever own.
You made the adjustment to the sweater because it made you remember that minions memory that you wanted to forget it. You wanted to forget the way he kissed your nose that day. The way he tears you that day. The way he looked at you that day.
But it was the look of love in his eyes at you want to erase. He needed to be a memory.
It wears me out, looking for the one
I see your sweaters all around, and there's nowhere left to run from
You've tried to date again, but it never works out in your end because they aren't Joe. They don't wear the same clothes he wear. They don't look good on them as everything does on Joe. They don't have the hair that Joe has. Not the way you like it. Not the way you love to run your fingers through it. They don't have his smile and his sense of humor. They aren't him. They don't have those brown eyes that look at you like your the only thing that matters in this world. They aren't Joe Keery. Far from it.
His sweaters and the jacket hang in your closet as a memory in the darkness but they are still there because you can't get rid of them. Joe was your first love and those sweaters were a memory you can't get rid off.
With those puppy eyes, you spread your lies
You're running out of time
" She never loved me. She never wanted the real Joe Keery. She just wanted to have a spotlight by my side. She wanted the spotlight and now she's chasing that spotlight that she knows she's never going to get" you had heard this from a co worker as they said about what Joe had said about you in an article. He was asked about you quite a few times and what happened. Joe never mentioned what happened but he started to spat lies about you whenever you were brought up.
Joe wanted to make sure he hated you, but he didn't. He was always going to love you. Deep down, he does.
It's getting cold
It's about time I take back the sweater that you
" I was the best thing to happen to her and she knows it. She stole my jacket and a sweater of mine, maybe I'll get them back and maybe I won't. She could sell them for god knows how much money, I mean have you looked at her?" Joe chuckled as he talked about you in an interview. Fist balled by your side as you watched him laugh as he talked about you. You hated him. He hated you.
You never imagined Joe would stoop this low but you broke his heart. Maybe you did deserve it. Maybe you didn't. But Joe wanted the whole world to know that you, the love of his life as so he thought you were has took Joe Keery apart and broke him into pieces.
" I loved her, I truly did but she went and spatted my heart out to have it driven on the road like it was nothing " Joe added, he looked away holding back tears but in his words you knew you had hurt him.
He was afraid you'd leave him one day and you did.
I may be imprinted, but there's so much more to me
Some things you never touched, and you'll never get to see
Your new job took a successful turn and Joe had seen your fave everywhere. His eyes couldn't believe it that you had made a name of yourself. He slammed the magazine on the kitchen counter and ran a hand through his hair.
He always thought he would be by your side as you chased your dream. He was never going to see how things were turning out for you. He never got a chance to see that you were getting that light back in your eyes.
He wasn't the reason for it. He hated it.
There's no going back, this life is all I know
I'm gonna throw your sweaters out, and I'm gonna wear my own
Joe's jacket and sweater stayed untouched in your bedroom as your career took off. Your name was everywhere just like Joe saw. He scrolled through social media and stopped at a picture of you with the smile that you would only show him, your eyes shining with happiness, and the way you were glowing.
But he wasn't by your side to see you thrive.
You made it on your own.
" I'm proud of you" he whispers into nothing as a tear runs down his cheek as his finger grazes over the picture of your face.
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June of Doom #6
The Old Guard - #6 - Nightmare
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Kozak paced the room with a needle in her hand. Joe’s eyes followed her, resolutely trying not to look at Nicky. She was making a decision, he just knew it. He wanted her choice to be him. Whatever horrors she had in store, he wanted to face them, not sit here strapped down and forced to watch Nicky suffer.
Finally, she stopped her pacing and considered the two of them. She strode forward, expression set as her eyes focused on Nicky.
No.
No, no, no.
“Do you really think Merrick will let you live? A guy like that will be too paranoid that you’ll sell the knowledge,” Joe said, striving for casual. He had to distract her. Had to make her angry at him.
She ignored him. It was like he wasn’t even there.
She reached out and placed her hand on Nicky’s cheek. “I need results. You’re going to give them to me.”
“Don’t touch him,” Joe snapped.
Again, he was ignored as if he wasn’t even there. She grabbed Nicky’s arm and jabbed the needle in, plunging whatever substance was in it into Nicky’s body.
For the first time since they’d been in the lab, fear took hold of Nicky’s face.
“Joe?” he choked out, and then coughed out a spray of blood.
“Nicky,” Joe said in alarm. “Nicky! What did you do to him? What the hell did you do to him?”
“Joe,” Nicky gasped, his body beginning to jerk uncontrollably. “Joe, it hurts! Help!”
He threw his head back and began to scream as his body seized violently. Joe fought against his bindings as hard as he could, but they only tightened against his flesh, pushing him back down, holding him in place.
Kozak grabbed Joe’s hair and turned his head so he was forced to watch Nicky seize. “Give me what I want, or you’re next.”
“Please,” Joe whispered. “Please stop it. Nicolo! Nicolo, I’m here, I’m right here, you’re okay. Look at me, my love. Look at me!”
Blood was leaking out of his nose and his breaths were labored and wet. His frightened eyes met Joe’s for a moment.
And then the life went out of them.
Joe let out an incomprehensible yell. He might’ve said Nicky’s name. He might’ve denied the sight before him. He might’ve begged. He could not process anything beyond the still face before him, bloodied and frightened even in death.
He waited for Nicky to breathe again. He did not.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Maybe years. Nicky did not rise.
Joe screamed.
He heard a loud crashing as he fought viciously against the bindings, heartbroken and murderous. “No! No!”
“Joe! Yusuf!”
Hands grabbed him. Realizing he’d broken the restraints, Joe lashed out fiercely, striking Kozak.
“Yusuf!”
His brain, trapped between nightmare and reality, latched onto Nicky’s voice. He gasped for breath that did not seem to want to come, tears blurring his vision too badly to make out who was before him.
But the warm arms that encircled him were familiar and desperately comforting. He leaned into them, body trembling.
“Yusuf, breathe,” Nicky said, his voice soothing and calm in Joe’s ear. “Here, give me your hand.”
Nicky caught Joe’s hand and brought it up to his own chest, where his heart beat steadily. Joe pressed his palm harder to the warm flesh, feeling that rhythmic beat beneath his palm. Nicky was here. Nicky was alive.
“Breathe with me,” Nicky said. He began to take steady, measured breaths, encouraging Joe to do the same.
Joe forced himself to breathe with Nicky. As he did, his mind dragged itself back into the waking world and the knowledge that Nicky’s death had just been a bad dream.
“You’re doing great,” Nicky said encouragingly, rubbing Joe’s arms. “Keep breathing with me, Yusuf. It’s okay. It was just a nightmare.”
They breathed together in silence for what felt like a long time. When Joe felt somewhat steady again, he turned in Nicky’s arms and cupped his cheeks, looking Nicky over to make sure he was truly here and okay.
Nicky leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Joe’s. “Was it about the lab again?”
Joe closed his eyes in answer, just focusing on the weight of Nicky’s body against his own. He reached out and felt Nicky’s heartbeat again.
Nicky kissed the tip of Joe’s nose. “We’re both free, we’re both okay. Kozak and Merrick are dead. We’re safe, Joe. We’re safe.”
Joe opened his eyes and glanced over at the overturned nightstand. A little blood had stained it.
“Nicky,” he said weakly.
“You were having a nightmare,” Nicky said, placing a firm hand on Joe’s neck and redirecting his attention back to Nicky’s face. “I just cut my arm on it when I fell into it. Already healed. We’ll call it karma for that time I knocked you off the bed and made you hit your head.”
“I love you,” Joe said, holding Nicky close.
“I love you,” Nicky said softly. “Try to get back to sleep. I’ll wake you if I think you’re having another nightmare.”
They laid back down together, Nicky’s arms around Joe. Normally, Joe liked to be pressed up to Nicky’s back, holding Nicky to his chest. But tonight, he allowed their positions to switch, needing to feel Nicky’s protective strength. He rested his head on Nicky’s chest, over his heart. The steady beat in his ear was the most beautiful thing Joe had ever heard.
He should’ve felt safe and whole in Nicky’s arms. But as he tried to get back to sleep, all he could think of was that horrible emptiness that gnawed at him at the thought of ever losing the man holding him.
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Under Over Ch 19
Joe Velasco x reader
Warnings: language, the usual police/svu type talk.
Joe awoke to the sound of his phone ringing, the room still washed in darkness as he rolled over to blindly grab it, trying not to wake you as he did so.
“Velasco?” He answered, voice thick with sleep. There was a long pause on the other end of the line, “hello?”
“I’m looking for y/n?” Phoebe’s tired voice came through the phone and Joe pulled it away from his ear with a sigh, realizing he’d grabbed your phone.
“Yeah.” He groaned into the phone before nudging you, “hey…”
“It is the middle of the night pretty boy.” You grumbled, rolling onto your stomach, “this is not the ideal time to wake me up to suck you off.”
“It’s Baker.” He replied and your eyes cracked open to see him holding your phone. You let out a sigh and reached your arm up to take the device from him and when you did his hand landed on your back, softly rubbing circles into it.
“So what is the ideal time to wake you up for head?” Phoebe greeted with a tease and you rolled your eyes.
“After sunrise. And preferably I’m receiving not giving. What’d’you want?” You heard Joe chuckle beside you.
“They found a body at a construction site not far from the penthouse. Go make an ID.”
“Send me a picture. It’s five in the fucking morning.”
“I got woken up by the call, I’m passing the ball onto you.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Remember the time I said you were too deep to pull out for a random drug test because I saw the joint in your apartment?”
“Yes.” You groaned, rubbing at your face.
“And remember that I’m being nice and not reporting either of you to IAB?”
“Yes.” You groaned louder, pushing yourself up to sitting as you shuffled around on the bed, “I get it, you’re the best Sergeant a girl could ask for. And you can’t prove anything!” She chuckled at that, “crime scene or morgue?”
“Morgue. If it’s your girl, circle back to the crime scene. And take your pretty boy with you so SVU’s looped in.”
“Yeah.” You swatted at Jose’s side and he grumbled, burrowing back into his pillow, “c’mon, we gotta go.” He groaned but rolled over and shoved the covers back so you turned back to Phoebe as you hopped out of bed, “you owe me breakfast.”
“Yeah right.” She laughed, “I’m going back to bed.”
“I’ll be sure to update you every half hour.”
“Don’t you dare.” She promptly hung up the phone and you tossed yours down onto the bedside table so you could tug on your pants. You let out a little squeak when Jose wrapped around you from behind, pressing a kiss into your neck sleepily.
“Your boss always call you before the crack of dawn?”
“Only when she has something to hold over me and doesn’t want to go to a crime scene.” You laughed back, pecking his cheek gently before the two of you moved to finish getting dressed.
“Do we have time for coffee?”
“We can stop on the way.” You suggested and he nodded, following you out of his apartment.
*
Melinda glanced up from her work station and the movement outside the exam room, pulling the sheet back up over the body she was working on.
“Morning Velasco.”
“Is it?” He replied with a small wave and she chuckled.
“You find your missing girl yet?”
“Morning Doctor Warner…” you slid out from behind him, placing an extra coffee down on her desk and her face nearly dropped.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” She deadpanned, “this is why everyone hates that your departments don’t talk to each other. Did either of you have any idea there was another UC working the op?”
“Neither of us were informed,” You started.
“But I need to work on my skills cause she did make me on day two.”
“She does have a knack for that.” Melinda’s gaze drifted between the two of you and her lips curved up into a smirk.
“I’m gonna need you to stop thinking what your thinking and tell us about the dead body please.” You cut in before she could continue and she laughed, rolling her chair back over to the table. You let out a quiet swear, and a little sigh, “I don’t know whether I should be feeling relief right now, but yeah, that’s her.”
“Do you know how she died?” Joe asked.
“Her femoral artery was cut.” She pulled back the sheet to show the two of you, “and my guess is it wasn’t a knife or your typical weapon. See how jagged the cut is?”
“Anything at the crime scene?” You glanced up at her.
“Just what was on the body and the sheet she was wrapped in.” Melinda gestured to the table across from her.
“Kayra’s not dumb. He’s not gonna dump a body and a murder weapon at the same place. I can sweep through sapphire’s room, see what’s missing, and check the tapes for that night to see if we can eventually find it.”
“That was two weeks ago, if he just dumped it in the trash it’s long gone.”
“Yeah.” You turned to Joe with sigh, “but it’s worth a shot at least.”
“Kayra the one that killed her?” Melinda asked and you both shook your heads.
“Just dumped the body and did the clean up.” You replied, “I’m pretty sure she was in the midst of a session when she was killed, any DNA or fluids?”
“More than one sample. Hopefully that’ll give us something, they’re at the lab now. I did run a tox screen and blood tests, there was booze in her system but no drugs.”
“Really?” Your head shot up at that and Melinda raised a brow to you.
“I thought it was weird too considering the amount of track marks and damage to her septum, that’s why I ran the test in the first place. There’s the tiniest traces of cocaine, but it would’ve been in her system from days prior.”
“You said clients chose sapphire because she was often too high to bother saying no or fighting back…” Joe pointed out and you nodded. Melinda rolled her stool over to the table of evidence and scooped something in a clear bag up, tossing it to you.
“That might explain these then.”
“She was restrained?” You asked, flipping the cuffs around in your hands as you examined them.
“Did you not notice?” Joe asked, about the fact that you’d discovered her body first.
“I was a little frazzled.” You shot back, “and a little drunk to be honest… that dinner had way too much free wine. Besides, Kayra pulled me out of there before I had a chance to think like a cop.” Your gaze drifted back to the cuffs, they were heavier in your hands than any of the pairs laying around the penthouse and that’s when your eye caught something and your free hand shot out beside you, “Jose…” you held them up, thumb pointing at the inscription lot number for him to see.
“These are NYPD issued.”
“Yeah… we’re gonna need to go over that invite list again.”
“Good luck.” Melinda shot the two of you a grin as Joe collected the paperwork for the case, “hey, you got a real name for her?”
“Megan Bedry.” She scribbled it down on top of the autopsy report before looking up at you,
“Last name for Carly?”
“Ingram.” You let out a little sigh, “and there’s no family to bother contacting for Megan, she was out on her own from sixteen.”
“Wait.” Joe’s hand loosely wrapped around your forearm and you glanced toward him, “Carly once said something about sending money to her family…they might be worried…”
“Shit.” You muttered, “do you have her phone?”
“Yeah it’s in evidence.”
“Can you get it for me? I’ll make a couple of calls, see who I can track down.”
“Course.”
“Thanks Melinda.” You tossed the cuffs back to her and she nodded as the two of you started to make your way to the door.
“And Kennedy?” She called after you and you turned back around,
“Yeah?”
“You find me a murder weapon; I’ll match it and we can hope this cop was drunk or high enough to not wipe their prints off it.”
“Copy that.” You flashed her a smile before finally leaving the morgue, your brow furrowing at the slight tinge in Jose’s cheeks, “what?” You asked and he laughed awkwardly.
“Guess I didn’t realize ‘til just now that I didn’t know your last name.” You laughed at that,
“My apologies, I never properly reintroduced myself, Detective Kennedy, Manhattan South Vice.” You stuck your hand out and Jose laughed, shaking his head at your playfulness. He grabbed your hand but instead of shaking it he tugged you to him and stole a quick kiss, thankful for the empty hallway.
“You headed to the precinct?”
“Nah. I usually work from home when I’m UC, don’t wanna risk anyone from that life seeing me coming and going into a police station.”
“Baker doesn’t mind that?”
“Is it not apparent already that Baker trusts me enough to make good decisions?” You grinned, moving through the parking lot, “you think Benson would mind? I did leave my laptop at your place, and we can grab breakfast on the way.”
“I’ll update her.” He pulled out his phone, tossing his keys to you and you crossed to the drivers side, unlocking the car before sliding in.
Jose got the all clear from Olivia and directed you to stop at Mila Café on the way back to his place before you tucked into a variety of breakfast paninis and sides. You spent the morning going through your intel, adding things into the case from the M. E’s office and combing through the guest list. You had to go through each name and make sure it wasn’t fake, and then match all the ones who you didn’t know what they did career wise to double check until you finally had a list of NYPD members who were in attendance. Joe had the case files in front of him on the coffee table, and the app opened on his phone while you were running names through the database on your tablet, your legs draped across his lap on the couch.
“What’re we at?” He asked.
“Total of fourteen. Six beat cops, two narcotics detectives, a deputy commissioner, two from out in Staten Island, one from CSU, Murphy, though he might’ve been UC and…tell me why I’m not surprised… McGrath.”
“Great.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, “okay, well we can eliminate the commissioner and CSU cause they wouldn’t have cuffs.”
“They would still have access to them technically, but they’re low on the list.”
“Can you pull their jackets; see what kind of complaints they have against ‘em?”
“I’ll do what I can without raising suspicion.” You sat up, dropping the tablet into your lap as you leant in to kiss his cheek, “as long as you order lunch. I’m fucking starving.”
Take out was ordered and you both continued to work through lunch, shooting off intel to your squads as it came in. As you started to sleuth through what jackets and records you could, Joe started to go through the surveillance that night from the penthouse. He had multiple angles pulled up on the laptop screen at a time, his eyes searching through them starting at five p.m. that night. He watched as a few of the girls gathered in the kitchen and living room for dinner and drinks prior to the party, he saw you join them about an hour later for a drink once you were ready for your date. He felt a surge of remorse sink through him at the sight of you with Carly, a friendly arm wrapped around her waist as you laughed and gossiped together. His hand scribbled down some notes as he went, and he couldn’t help but let out a little smile, a near huff of a laugh when he watched your attention get pulled to a text on your phone, the way your lips curved up into a grin while you typed out a reply. Even more so at the way Carly tried to get a look at your phone and you turned away from her with a small laugh, guarding the screen. He knew by the time stamp it was when he’d sent the check in text, and now definitely knew that it was a tease on your end, you were happy he’d thought to check in, that he was thinking of you.
“What?” You asked from the spot you’d returned to sprawled on the couch.
“Nothin’.” He replied with a soft smile in your direction, squeezing at your calf and you shrugged, going back to your work.
He turned back to the laptop and started watching it at a higher speed, he remembered that you didn’t get back to the penthouse until nearly eleven and as important as it was he didn’t want to be sitting here for another five hours before he even got to the main event. He stopped it around ten-thirty and continued watching from there, figuring you could pour over the rest of it later. He noticed sapphire up at the bar, she was clearly flirting with whomever she was with, but he didn’t recognize them and watched them disappear upstairs together only a few minutes later. The party continued and he noticed the camera down the hall catching you and David returning to the party from your dinner, you’d barely stepped out of the elevator before you suddenly disappeared from the hallway. Joe tapped a couple of keys, rewinding a minute and making that camera the only one on the screen as his brow furrowed and he sat up straighter, watching closely. The glitch happened again so he zoomed back to the multiple screens, clicking on the one up at the bar and the same thing happened, it was empty aside from a server and suddenly she was gone and you and David were deep in conversations, drinks half done.
“What the….” He muttered to himself and you instantly sat up, a hand clutching at his arm,
“What?”
“We’re missing footage.”
“What’d’you mean we’re missing footage? I took that right off the mainframe.” You swiftly moved your legs off his lap, folding them under as you swiped the lap top from him, rewinding and watching different frames, your heart sinking in your chest as you noticed what he was talking about. “Fuuckk…”
You dug through your bag for the other flash drive, hoping it was a glitch in the transferring and not in the actual recordings, plugging it into another USB port and opening it. It took a moment to scroll through to the right day and time but the exact same thing happened on both drives.
“It’s gone….” You muttered and Jose’s hand squeezed at your arm.
“Who all knew about the cameras?”
“Me, Kayra, you. And I already know he had nothing to do with murdering sapphire.” You rewound a bit and gestured to the screen, “he’s in the other room with amethyst the entire time and—oh jesus—” you quickly cut out of the screen as she sunk to her knees in front of him, “they were clearly occupied.”
“Who else would’ve noticed the cameras?”
“A cop.” You glanced up at him, “we need to get everyone on this list at that super bowl party.”
“Yeah… we do….”
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Take Care ~ Chapter 3
Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, Heartbreak, Harsh Break Up, and Jealousy
Characters: Joe Burrow, Sam Hubbard, Y/N Hubbard, Tyler Adams (OC), Bailey (OC), Ava Willis (OC), and Davis (OC)
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
Y/F/F: Your Favorite Flavor
Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who is reading the story! I hope you all enjoying it! Training camp starts soon and I’m so excited!
Word Count: 2,297
Since Sam’s cook out a couple days ago Joe hasn’t heard anything from Ava. He’s been texting and calling her, but she keeps on ghosting him. Practice just ended so once Joe got all his stuff he went outside and gave Ava a call hoping she picks up. It rang about three times and then went straight to voicemail.
“Damn it!” Joe hissed with frustration in his tone and hung up the phone.
“Everything alright Joe?” He heard a familiar voice say behind him. When he turned around, he saw Sam standing there.
“Ava hasn’t been answering any of my texts or calls.” Joe told him with a sigh as he put his cellphone back into his pocket.
“When was the last time you two spoke?” Sam asked in a curious tone. “At your party.” Joe answered. “I don’t know what’s going on. We didn’t get into a fight or anything.” Joe added with frustration.
“Why don’t you stop by her house.” Sam suggested to him. “Really? Are you sure?” Joe asked unsure if that’s the right idea. “Is that going to be too clingy?” He asked.
He doesn’t want to seem clingy to her a girl he’s only known for almost a month. “Joe that won’t make you seem clingy.” Sam told him as he put a hand on Joe’s shoulder.
“You really like this girl, right?” Sam asked him. Joe answered with a nod of the head. “Then go after her. Obviously, her not answering you is a sign that you’re going to have to fight for her. Get her to realize that you really want to have a relationship with her.” Sam told her with a stern look in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll stop by her house tonight.” Joe told him. “That’s my boy!” Sam said with a smile as he gave his best friend a pat on the shoulder.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sam told him and walked away towards his car.
Joe sighed and made his way towards his truck. He took his keys out from his pocket and unlocked the truck. He got into his truck and tossed his bag onto the passenger seat. Before he started his truck up, he decided to take his phone out and call Ava one more time hoping she answers but of course she didn’t so Joe hung up and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat with his bag. He started up his truck and drove out of the parking spot.
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Y/N was on her way home from the grocery store. After she got off from work, she decided to pick up some food to make her and Tyler a great dinner.
Ever since she came back from Sam’s party Tyler’s behavior has switched around and he was treating her nicer. Well sort of. He’s just hasn’t been yelling at her.
Since he hasn’t been insulting her or yelling at her, she decided to make a nice dinner for the two of them since it has been a while since they have had a nice dinner together.
Yes, she’s a bit curious on what’s made him be nice to her all sudden, but she should just take advantage of it because who knows how long the nice persona will last. Also, she’s too scared to ask what made his switch to the way he was when they first started going out because she doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and make him go back to screaming at her.
Y/N parked her vehicle in her usual parking spot and turned the car off. She got out of the car and grabbed all the grocers from the trunk. After she got everything, she shut the trunk and made sure the car was locked.
She walked into the apartment building and walked up the stairs to her shared apartment. When she walked into the tiny apartment, she didn’t see Tyler sitting in his chair where he always was when she got home. She knows he’s home because she saw his car was outside.
“Tyler.” Y/N called out but got no response.
She sighed as she walked into the small kitchen and started to put the food away. When she finished, she walked towards the hall and to the bedroom. When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Tyler all dressed up. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a nice white buttoned up shirt. He was sitting on the end of the bed putting on a nice pair of dress shoes.
“Why are you all dressed up?” Y/N asked getting his attention. “I’m going out with a couple of my co-workers.” Tyler answered as he stood up. “Oh, um I wish you would’ve told me. I bought some food to make us a nice dinner.” Y/N said with a frown. “It was a last minuet thing.” Tyler told her and walked out of the bedroom.
Y/N followed him back to the living room. “When will you be home?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Late so you’ll probably be asleep when I get home.” Tyler answered as grabbed the keys to his sports car.
Y/N went to say something, but Tyler walked out the door leaving her all alone for the night.
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When Joe got back home, he decided to take a quick shower to wash all the sweat off him. After that he got changed into a fresh pair of clothes and dried his hair. Once he was all done, he grabbed his keys to his truck and went made his way to Ava’s house to find out what’s going on.
The whole ride he decided to practice what he’s going to say in his head. When he got to the house, he parked his truck in the front and turned it out. He took a deep breath and turned the truck off. He got out and made his way up to the front door.
He was hoping she doesn’t just yell at him to leave because he actually had that happen to him before and doesn’t want a repeat of it. Joe has some downs in past relationships.
His last relationship all the girl wanted from him was a ring and when she told him he wasn’t ready for that commitment she yelled at him and told him to get the fuck out of her life. Of course, he wasn’t ready for that because he only knew the girl for like five months.
Joe rung the doorbell and waited patiently. When the door opened, he saw Ava’s roommate Bailey.
“Hi Bailey, Is Ava here?” Joe asked with a polite smile. “Yeah, I’ll go get her.” Bailey told him and walked away.
After a couple minuets Ava came to the door.
“What are you doing here Joe?” Ava asked with an annoyed sigh. “I came here to ask why you’re ignoring my calls and texts.” Joe told her. “Listen Joe, you’re a great guy but this ain’t going to work out.” Ava told him as she folded her arms over her chest. “What? Did I do something wrong?” Joe asked confused on why she wants to break things off.
“It’s because you’re in love with someone else.” Ava answered getting right to the point. “Wait what?” Joe asked even more confused.
What the hell is she talking about?
“Sam’s little sister Y/N.” Ava answered. “I don’t know if you noticed but the whole time at the party you only spoke to her. It’s like you didn’t even know I was there.” Ava explained to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ignore you. It’s just I haven’t seen Y/N in a long time, and we were just catching up that’s all.” Joe told her now understanding why she’s upset with him.
Why didn’t she just tell him that?
“It’s not just that Joe!” Ava snapped at him which took him by surprise. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
“I noticed the way you looked at her. You stared at her with heart eyes.” Ava told him in a stern tone.
Joe took both of he hands into his. “Ava, I promise you Y/N and I are just friends and that’s it.” Joe told her looking at her with soft eyes hoping she believes him.
Ava scoffed as she pulled her hands away from his. “Is that what you do with every fucking girl?” Ava said in a harsh tone as she rolled her eyes. “Ava, I’m speaking the truth.” Joe told her in a serious tone. “You are so oblivious!” Ava snapped at him.
“I can believe that you two never dated but I can’t believe that you two don’t have feeling for one another. You just haven’t fucking realized it!” Ava explained to him.
“Ava.” Joe tried to explain but she cut him off. “Enough heartthrob! You can go lie to a different girl!” Ava told him in a snappy tone and slammed the door in his face which made Joe jump since he wasn’t expecting her to do that.
“Fuck!” Joe hissed in frustration and made his way back to his truck.
Another failed relationship.
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It was six-thirty and Y/N just sat in the living room watching the TV. She hated being in the apartment by herself, so she decided to text Sidney to see if she waned to go out for a couple of drinks.
She continued to watch whatever was on the TV till she got an answer back. When she did get a text back, she frowned because it read ‘Sorry Y/N/N, but I picked up a double shift at the restaurant. I promise I’ll make it up to ya’. Y/N texted her back and slumped back into her seat.
After a couple of minutes, she stood up and turned the TV off. “Fuck it.” She mumbled to herself as she put her phone into her pocket and slipped her shoes on.
“Nothing wrong with going out for drinks by yourself.” She added as she grabbed her keys & purse and walked out the apartment locking the door behind her.
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Y/N pulled her car into the parking lot of her favorite bar in Cincinnati. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. After she got out the car, she made sure it was locked and made her way into the bar.
The bar wasn’t too packed since it was a Tuesday night. As she scanned the bar, she spotted a familiar dirty blonde-haired man sitting at the counter, so she walked over to him.
“Joe.” Y/N said getting his attention. “What are you doing here?” She asked in a curious tone.
She wasn’t expecting to see him here alone.
“I um had a pretty fucked up day.” Joe answered with a heavy sigh. “What about you?” He asked and took a drink from his beer. “Didn’t want to spend the night alone in my shitty apartment.” Y/N answered as she took a seat on the bar stool next to him.
“Hey Davis!” She called out to the bartender. “Hey Y/N!” Davis said walking over to them. “What can I get you?” Davis asked her in a curious tone. “My usual.” Y/N answered him. “One frozen Y/F/F margarita coming up.” Davis said and walked away to go make the beverage.
“Why did you have a fucked-up day?” Y/N asked Joe. “Ava broke things off with me.” Joe answered as he stared down at the beer bottle he was holding in his hands. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Y/N told him as she used one of her hands to rub his shoulder in comfort.
“Here ya go Y/N.” Davis said as he sat the cold beverage in front of her. “Thanks Davis.” Y/N told him with a kind smile as she took her hand off Joe’s shoulder. “No problem.” Davis said returning the smile. “Let me know if either of you need anything.” He added and walked away to serve other customers that were sitting at the counter.
“Why did Ava break things off with you?” Y/N asked Joe and took a sip of her margarita.
Joe was about to tell what happened but realized if he does, she’s going to blame herself and he didn’t want her to do that, so he decided to come up with a lie.
“She told me we didn’t have anything in common.” Joe told her and took another drink. “Don’t worry Joe, you’ll find the right girl. I’m sure she’s right around the corner.” Y/N told him with a smile. “Thanks Y/N.” Joe said with a tiny smile.
“What brings you here by yourself?” Joe asked shifting the conversation to her. “Tyler decided to go out with co-workers. He said he will be out all night.” Y/N answered with a sigh. “Does he go out a lot without you?” Joe asked. “Yeah, a lot actually.” Y/N answered and took a big drink of her beverage.
She didn’t really realize how much Tyler goes out without her till now.
“Usually, I go out with Sidney but she’s working.” She added. “Oh well if you ever don’t have anyone to go out with and don’t want to be alone in your apartment you can always come to my house.” Joe offered her. “Joe, you don’t have to offer that.” Y/N told him. “Y/N you’re my best friend. I don’t ever want you to feel alone.” Joe told her with that kind smile that always makes her heart melt.
She was still unsure about his offer but like he just said, they are best friends. She would offer the same thing if it was the other way around. “Okay, I’d like that.” Y/N told him with a smile.
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The Crown & The Collar Chapter 2
**Few things: Please note that this may not be word for word with what happens and certain events may be altered - I’ll try my best to follow the storyline(s) as best I can. Also please be aware this story is going to have some kayfabe elements bleed over backstage and into “real life” - this is by no means a reflection of a wrestler's real life character or actions. Thank you**
Word count: 4828
Any warnings: **Please be aware that this chapter discusses some triggering things/touchy subjects for some like body image & snarky comments about weight (are made to Kit); nothing is explicitly stated about EDs or such, just alluded to. Remember to take care of yourselves.**
Unofficial official tag list: @wrasslesmut @sassymox @elkitot @wrasslesmutreplies @starwithaheart
Chapter 2: Exploring the Kingdom
After Extreme Rules and the conversation with her father Kit had felt better. Her dad didn’t judge, only offered advice and gave words of praise on her debut. They ended the their long phone call with their usual ‘I love yous’ before she met Bryan and Brie in his locker room and then they split for the night; the trio going to their own hotel rooms to rest and prepare for RAW the next day.
The next morning the Brit woke up early, getting dressed and ready for the gym. Grabbing her water bottle from the small fridge she had placed in it the night before she scooped up her hotel key and headphones, slipping out of the room and making her way down to the gym, yawning as she woke herself up more.
Throwing herself in her workout, she didn’t realize the time until her phone buzzed with a text from Brie asking about breakfast. The question made her slow down on the treadmill before she responded to the brunette that she would be ready to join her and Nikki in about 30 minutes.
As she slowed to a complete stand still, she stepped off the equipment with a sigh, rolling her shoulders as she took some deep breaths to calm her loud huffs. After taking out her headphones, she reached for her water bottle and took a chug of water as she read Brie’s reply. The gym door opened, gaining Kit’s attention from drinking her water.
As she made eye contact with Jon, she internally groaned as she settled for a stiff nod towards him and his two companions, Colby and Joe as her greeting.
“Gents.” She muttered softly around the bottle, chugging some more water before pulling it away from her lips.
“Princess.” Jon replied, smirking as the Brit rolled her eyes.
“Don’t.” Kit warned, adjusting her headphones and water bottle in her hands. “It’s too early for this now.”
“Fiesty, fiesty.” He mocked back, amusement clearly lighting his face.
“I haven’t had my coffee yet.” The auburn haired woman warned. “Tread lightly, mutt.”
“Easy Kitty Kat.” The Ohio native said, holding up his hands with a smirk. “No need to bare your claws. We just came to get a workout in.”
“Uh..do you care if we have our music playing on speaker?” Colby asked, looking between the two amused.
“No, not at all.” She said, shaking her head. “Besides, I’m getting ready to head out anyways.” She added with a smile.
“Leaving so soon?” Jon cut in, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I’ve been here since 6 this morning…it’s 8 now.” Kit answered with a shrug. “Plus, I’d like to eat at some point today. But don’t worry, Pup.” She leaned up and patted his cheek condescendingly. “I’ll be there to make your life chaotic on RAW. Don’t worry your demented head about it Poppet.”
“Hm don’t miss me too much, Princess.” He retorted, smirking down at her before she pulled away from him and turned to walk away.
“Not even in your dreams.” Kit shot back at him over her shoulder as she left the gym, feeling his eyes following her until she was completely out of sight.
“Dude.” Colby laughed out, nudging Jon as Kit disappeared. “Oh, you got it bad.”
“Got what bad?” Jon scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked at his two-toned companion.
“You like her.” The man shot back, tone as if he stated the most obvious thing in the world.
“I do not-.”
“Oh please, you’ve been hitting her with those goo-goo eyes since FCW.” Joe cut in with a smirk, sitting down on the weight press bench. “Probably before that too.”
“You two are out of your minds. And that’s coming from me.” The self proclaimed lunatic fridge said to the two. “It’s fun messing with her. That’s it.”
“Uh huh.” Both Colby and Joe said in tandem, lips pursed in amusement at Jon’s defensiveness.
“I don’t!” Jon said, huffing as the two laughed at him. “Fuck off you two.” He hissed, making the two laugh harder as he walked away to start his workout, the loud echoes of Colby and Joe’s laughter following him as he did.
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After breakfast with Brie and Nikki and spending a few hours, Kit left them to their own devices, heading to the arena to meet up with Bryan to just run the ropes and settle in before RAW. Dropping off her bag in a locker room she’d found far away from the buzz of the others, she shuffled down the hall and down the ramp, grinning at Bryan in the ring with John.
“Hey Kiddo.” John said warmly as she climbed into the ring. “Great to see you again!”
“Hey yourself Champ.” Kit said back, hugging the current title holder tightly. “Brilliant match last night.”
“Thank you.” He said, patting her back as they pulled back. “It was great to see you in that ring again.”
“Couldn’t let Bry get beat down.” She shrugged, laughing as the mentioned man playfully tugged her into a headlock. “Hey! Knock it you numpty.”
“Oh, it’s going to be like that?” Bryan laughed as Kit wriggled from his hold to lock him in a headlock of her own.
“Yeah it is.” The auburn haired woman laughed, tightening her hold playfully as he backed her up into the ropes. “You wanna make this a match, Bry? We can.” She added as he started to wriggle more with a laugh.
“I’d rather just warm up and work on some holds.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“I’ve got to head out anyways. I’ll see you guys backstage, I told Nicole I’d meet her for a late lunch.” John said, saying goodbye to the three.
“She’s super excited for it.” Kit called out as John walked up the ramp. “Have fun!” Her voice carrying through the arena drew attention to the ring, making her shrug and turn back to Bryan.
“Wanna work on some move sets?” She asked him with a smile.
“Yeah, let’s do it.” Bryan replied, nodding. “Wanna run the ropes first?”
“Please.” The Brit nodded, leaning against the ropes. “Let me toss my jumper and I’ll be back in.” As she slipped out of the ring and jumped down, she was met with the Shield talking to Stephaine, Hunter, and Randy.
“Gents. Stephaine.” Kit said politely as she shrugged off her jacket and placed it by Bryan’s water bottle.
“Princess.” Jon shotback with a smirk, making her roll her eyes.
“You running ropes?” Hunter cut in, stopping the two from escalating.
“Yeah, it’s a nice warm up and plus, I always feel better once I get a feel for the ring.” Kit answered, nodding. “So excuse me.” She politely said as she slipped away from the conversation.
“What was that about?” Bryan mumbled to her as she slid back in the ring.
“Just Moxley starting ruckus and Hunter stopping it.” The Brit said back softly as she bounced against the rope. “So, ready to run?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, you start?” He offered. “I’ll run opposite and we’ll go from there?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kit agreed, shooting off the ropes to begin to run them.
After a few times of her bouncing between the ropes, Bryan joined her and the two zipped past each other as their movements seamless as they bounced from side to side of the ring.
“Meet in the middle to start the move set?” Bryan asked over the echo of the ropes, keeping his pace. “We’ll start with a slip under a clothesline into a drop kick and call some moves from there?”
“Works for me.” She responded, meeting him in the middle to start their sequence.
Grabbing her arm, Bryan used the momentum they had built to toss Kit against the opposite side of the ropes she’d been running. He lunged forward to perform a clothesline that missed because she ducked under it, stopping her own speed short to jump up and connect a drop kick to Bryan as he turned to grab her again.
As he fell to the mat, she jumped up from the mat and over him, allowing him to flip over to his stomach and push himself up in time to slip under her forward pushing momentum and twist her arm into a hold, stopping her short in the middle of the ring.
Kit grunted as Bryan put more pressure on her shoulder, leaning forward to try to relieve some of it. As she bent forward, he had to move up to keep the hold, making the auburn haired woman slam her foot down against his boots to shock him into releasing the grip.
Bryan dropped the hold with a yelp, stumbling back as he shook out his foot. His momentary distraction from the redhead gave her enough time to set up for a super kick, leg shooting forward to connect to the underside of his jaw and making him fall flat.
As he dropped Kit playfully scrambled for the cover, hissing in annoyance as Bryan kicked out at a 1 ½ count. Jumping up, they both made it to their feet, laughing at one another as they lunged again.
“Fuck.” She yelped as she felt the bearded man wrap her up in headlock, taking down the rest of her body to the mat to complete the move.
“Sucker.” Bryan teased, tightening the hold playfully as he released one hand momentarily to ruffle her hair, messing up the curls.
“You asshole.” The Brit laughed out, sloping blindly as she tried to get out of the hold.
As she flailed, her hands found his nose before she yanked at it playfully, making a honking noise that a fake clown nose would make. The action made Bryan laugh as well, letting go of his hold as he laid against the mat, the two of them laughing loudly at themselves, not caring how they looked.
“Um, are you two going to play around and hog the ring all day or are you going to give it to people who actually want work?” An uptight voice asked, cutting into the amusement escaping Bryan and Kit.
“Take it easy, yeah?” Kit said, stifling her giggles as she sat up, the glare of Eva Marie hitting her as she spoke. “No need to get your knickers in a twist, yeah?”
“Well you’re just joking around and it’s really disrespectful.” The false redhead said to the woman in the ring.
“Oh? How so.��� The shorter woman sat up and crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t see a line of people clambering to get in the ring. I get your buzzin to hone your craft and that’s great, but you don’t need to get a bug up your ass because you don’t immediately catered to.” As Eva climbed the ring apron, Kit stood, lips placed in a firm line. “I’d think long and hard about your next step.” She warned, watching the fake redhead slide in the ring.
“Let her have the ring.” Bryan cut in, stepping between the two, tone diplomatic. “She’s new, she needs the warm up time more than us. We’ll come back later.” He glanced at Kit. “Let’s just go grab a bite, okay?”
The Brit said nothing but listened to Bryan, stepping out of the ring after him, hopping off the apron to grab her jacket from him as he held it out to her.
“Or maybe a run. Like I doubt she needs something else to eat.” Eva snarked, leaning against the ropes as she watched the two walk away.
Kit said nothing but whipped around, set on humbling the fake redhead about her comments on her body. She wasn’t able to make it far as Bryan scooped her up and over his shoulder, ignoring the auburn haired woman’s string of curses as he carried her away.
“Bryan I swear if you don’t let me down!” The younger woman yelled, ignoring the looks she got from the onlookers as her friend took her up the ramp. “Put me down you wanker!”
“Not worth it.” He called back, managing to keep his grip on Kit and hold their things as he took her backstage, not letting her down until they were far away from the gorilla and his locker room
Bryan said nothing to her as he sat her down on the bench and backed away from her and crossed his arms, watching her stand and begin to pace silently.
“Are you done?” He asked after a moment, watching her stop and look at him. “What she said was disrespectful but you can’t let your temper get the best of you, Kit.” He continued softly, shaking his head. “Then she’ll have the advantage and you’ll have nothing.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly. “You’ve got every right to be angry but you’ve got to be smart about how you use it.”
“Okay?” He asked as he ended his mini-speech. “Make your anger work for you. Not the other way around.”
“Okay.” Kit sighed softly, allowing Bryan to pull her into a hug. “I want a match against that bitch.” She added as they hugged, face squished against his chest.
“And when you get it, I’ll be cheering you on.” Bryan agreed, pulling back from the hug. “Let’s go find Brianna and Nicole, okay?”
”Okay.” The auburn haired woman agreed, grabbing her jumper and zipping it up. “We’ll probably find Brie before Nikki.” She added as they left the locker room, looping her arm through his.
He laughed, nudging her as they walked to find the duo, mindlessly chatting as they searched for the twins.
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They found Brie and Nikki quicker than expected, the twins chatting with John when they saw them in catering. The group hung out together until they needed to get ready for the show. Once they parted ways, Kit headed back to the locker room she had chosen.
After she changed and stretched out, Kit tuned into the show. She watched as Ryback hollered and screamed for an ambulance match against John Cena, Jericho beating Fandango, and as Paul Heyman introduced his newest client, Curtis Axel.
As that segment wrapped up with Triple H’s challenge to face Curtis in the ring, Kit stood as exited her locker room and began making her way down the hallway, coming to a sudden stop as she almost ran into a familiar black vested figure.
As she stumbled back, the auburn haired woman saw a camera out of the corner of her eye, signally this was the promo Stephaine had mentioned.
“Well well well.” Dean drawled out, gaining the attention of his two team members as he turned to look down at Kit. “Seems like you can’t get enough of me Kitty Kat.”
“Or you just happen to be lurking in the most inconvenient spots.” Kit shot back, looking up with her eyes narrowed.
“You always have something to say, don’t you?” Rollins cut in amused as she pushed past them.
“Only on days that end in a ‘y’.” She replied smartly, grinning without humor. “Not that you mutts care but I have a match to get to.”
“Hm, good luck, Princess.” Dean called as he watched her walk away. “We’ll be watching!”
Kit didn’t reply at his words, shrugging as she kept walking down the hall, only stopping when she reached the Gorilla and waited for her cue.
Nattie was already out in the ring, looking at the ramp with a grin, the smile spreading further as the Brit’s theme hit and she appeared at the top of the ramp.
The auburn hair woman’s eyes lit up in excitement as she met Nattie’s in the ring. She hadn’t seen the older woman in sometime but she was excited to catch up with her and perform in the ring, knowing both of them could give a great match.
The sheer contrast of her gear compared to Nattie’s made her chuckle. The older woman wore the famously known “hart pink”, the color combined with white for a camouflage effect while Kit was wearing the gear she had from NXT. The halter top was cropped at her midriff, her pants high waisted and fitted to her like a pair of skinny jeans. The matching set was faux leather and colored a dark, true purple, something that both her father and Dusty picked because it complimented her auburn hair.
Sliding into the ring, she beamed as the blonde wrapped her in a quick tight hug before pulling back and offering her hand to shake. The younger woman didn’t miss a beat as she shook Nattie’s hand, the audience cheering loudly for the show of sportsman’s ship. As the bell rang, they let go of each other’s hands, shuffling around the ring for a few beats before locking up and starting to wrestle.
The match was a flurry of hard hits on both ends, each move being met or countered by something just as hard as the next. A clothesline from Nattie had Kit flat on the mat, the auburned hair woman grunting breathlessly as she felt her legs being wrapped around the blonde's tightly before she was flipped over on her stomach and locked in the older woman's submission.
Kit yelled out as Nattie enforced her sharpshooter, the pain from the maneuver causing the muscles in her legs and back to tighten.
“Just tap, Kit!” Nattie yelled, pressing further pressure on the hold.
“Get bent, Nat!” The younger woman yelled, squirming as she inched towards the ropes. “I’m not tapping out.”
Just as she was fingertips away, a loud ripple of a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd broke her focus and made her look up. She let out another cry of pain as her eyes met Dean Ambrose’s as he stood in front of the announce table, Seth and Roman standing slightly to the side, saying behind the barricade as they watched her.
To Nattie’s credit, she didn’t loosen her grip or break the submission, she kept her pressure firm and hold tight. Kit wriggled more, hands finally grasping the bottom rope, a huff of relief leaving her as Natalya dropped her lower half free into the mat.
As the older woman backed away, the younger one hosisted herself against the ropes, panting heavily as she fought the ache setting into her lower back and legs.
“Come on, Kitty Kat!” Dean yelled mockingly, watching the auburn haired woman pull herself up shakily into a standing position. “Get your head in the game!”
“Bite me, Ambrose!” Kit called back, whipping around to glare at the man. “Stay out of this you mangy mongrel!”
Holding up his hands in mock innocence, he did nothing but laugh childishly at the anger on the British woman’s face as she shot him one last glare before focusing back on her match.
Turning, Kit ducked under Nattie’s one coming clothes line and used her momentum to hit the blonde with a drop kick. Kicking back up from the mat she glanced back at Dean before smirking. Without hesitation, the auburn hair woman lent back and yelled loudly, imitating Roman’s warning call before his spear.
As Nattie charged toward her, Kit shot her leg forward, kicking the older woman in the gut to stop her momentum forward. As the blonde slumped over, the younger woman grabbed her and slammed her down against the mat head first, mocking Ambrose’s screwdriver DDT finisher before making her cover.
As the ref counted the three count and her theme sounded, Kit stood and looked directly at Ambrose as her hand was raised in victory. She watched him as his eyes darkened and lips pulled up in an emotion she couldn’t identify. The self proclaimed mouthpiece of the Shield walked away with his teammates in tow, the Brit watching them until they completely disappeared.
As they left from her sight, Kit turned to help Nattie up, holding the blonde's arm up like the referee did hers. As the auburn haired woman gently let go and dropped the older woman’s arm, Nattie wrapped back in another hug before pulling away and leading them both up the ramp and backstage, the audience cheers and chants from their match echoing as they left the ring.
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For the majority of the Shields promo, Kit had ignored it, standing next to Bryan and Kane with an excited bounce. She waved as Kofi joined them, murmuring hello just before Bryan and Kane’s theme sounded and she walked out with them.
The audience cheered and yelled as they saw the short auburn haired woman in between the former tag champions, smirk on her face as she mockingly waved to the Shield, rolling her eyes as Rollins held out his tag title, goading Daniel and Kane.
“And their opponents, being escorted by Kit Regal, at a combined weight of 533 pounds, Kane and Daniel Bryan; team Hell No !” Justin Roberts announced, the crowd chanting and cheering as they watched the trio strut down the ramp and slide into the ring only for the Shield to roll out of it.
Kit smirked as Ambrose stared at her harshly, laughing as they flinched when Kane lit the ring post on fire. As the flames died down, Kofi’s theme hit, the former United States champion making his way down the ramp.
As Kofi slid into the ring, she greeted him with a high-five and ducked between the ropes, onto the apron. As she slipped out of the ring and onto the sidelines, the Shield stepped up and Dean slid in, starting the match against Kofi.
Kit paced ringside, watching the match unfold with bated breath, each move the teams came up with were countered and fought back against.
She kept out of the match until Seth pulled Kofi into their corner and tagged Roman in. As the referee pulled Roman away from the former champion, Kit watched as Dean leaned into the ring and struck him with a cheap shot.
Not thinking before she acted, she clenched her jaw as she moved over to the Shield’s side of the ring, past a slumped over Rollins to yell at Ambrose.
“Keep off him!” She shouted at Dean, backing away as the ref warned her to, not wanting to cost Daniel his match. “Don’t touch him.” She brushed past Rollins, raising an eyebrow as he glared at her, not moving further until she heard Bryan calling for her.
Kit trudged back to her side of the ring, grimacing as Kofi began to get beaten down by Ambrose. The former champion's beating continued until he managed to get back to his corner and tag Daniel, the shorter man bursting out of their corner with energy as he laid into Seth Rollins. She cheered as Daniel tore into Rollins, his pace quickly shifted to handling Dean as he was tagged in by his teammate.
Multitude of tags later and Kane and Roman charged at one another, their hits and punches echoing as the powerhouses of both teams wailed on each other as the match boiled down into its final moments. She watched as the Shield gained the advantage, Rollins stunning Kane with a knee to his temple off the top rope.
“Kane move!” Kit yelled, sliding into the ring without thinking as she shoved the taller man out of the way, the powerhouse of the Shield landing his finisher on her instead of Hells favorite Demon.
The breath instantly left her lungs as Roman slammed into her with a vicious spear, her head and body hitting the mat with a thud. She could hear muffled yelling around her but couldn’t make any words out of the loud noises, everything blended together as she gasped for air and rolled out of the ring on the floor.
“Kit, Kit are you okay?” She heard Bryan asked, her head nodding as she coughed breathlessly. “Can you breathe?”
“Not at the moment.” She croaked out, shifting from her back to her front to push herself up. “But getting there.” She added, getting to her feet despite her body screaming to not move.
“You shouldn’t be-.”
“I’m okay.” The British woman huffed, cutting Bryan off. “I’ll go to the trainers after. I promise.”
As she stood upright with the help of Bryan she watched Kane get hit with a spear from Roman, allowing the Shield to take the three count and victory. Her lips twisted in annoyance as Kane rolled out of the ring and the Shield held their titles high.
As they slowly backed up the ramp, she ignored the eyes burning into her skull as Bryan helped her backstage and down the hall to get looked at like she had promised him. She made no argument as Bryan sat her down at the trainers, shooing him away with the promise of staying until she was looked at.
The wait wasn’t too bad to get looked over and after a stern talk over and the conclusion that she’d just be sore, Kit parted ways from the room, she made her way down the hall to the tiny hole in the wall locker room she scoped out before the show.
Gently and as fast as she could, she changed from her gear bottoms to her sweats and just as she was about to slip on her old band tee over her sports bra, a knock sounded from her door.
“Bryan, I told you I’m fine.” Kit huffed out, reaching the door and opening it. “Seriously, you and Brie don’t have to…” she trailed off as her eyes stopped to look over all three members of the Shield standing in her doorway. “I- hello?”
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“Man that was bold.”
“Are you okay?”
As the litany of questions hit her, she stood there stunned for a moment, eyes wide as she figured out what to say.
“I- I’m fine.” Kit began, looking at Joe with a nod. “No broken ribs or concussion. I’m fine.” She glanced at Colby. “I didn’t want to be bold, you three never fight fair so I figured I’d try to even the score, not so lucky.” She looked down at her wrapped abdomen with a shrug. “And I wasn’t thinking.” She finished, eyes snapping to Jon as she answered his rhetorical question.
“I’m sorry, I was aiming for-.”
“For Kane.” The shorter woman cut in, stopping Joe’s tangent. “I know, I pushed him out of the way. That’s on me.”
“You shouldn’t have gotten involved.” Jon interrupted, eyes dark. “You’re lucky Joe didn’t seriously hurt you.”
“Why do you care?” Kit hissed back, finally sliding her shirt on with a low grunt. “I really don’t have the energy to listen to you bitch at me right now. I’m sore, tired, and hungry.”
“Come get food with us. And we can drop you off at the hotel too, we’re going to the same place.” Seth suggested to the British woman. “On us, our apology.”
“Please.” Joe cut in as he saw her begin to protest. “It’s the least we can do and I know you said you’re fine but it would make me feel better that I at least did something for you after hitting you with that spear.” He explained calmly, eyes shining with sincerity.
Hesitating a moment, Kit weighed her options as she slipped her shirt in over her head. By now Bryan and Brie would be gone. Nattie too. Her only other choice for a ride would be a cab or an Uber and she’d have to wait to eat until the hotel.
Letting out a long sigh, her lips pulled up in annoyance as she turned leaving the door open as she shuffled to pack her things up in her duffle and carry on suitcase. Looking up as she zipped up her duffle, she slowly nodded as she looked at the three of them.
“Okay. Fine.” She verbally answered “But I get to pick the place.”
#wwe#dean ambrose#jon moxley#wwe fanfiction#the crown & collar#wrestling fanfiction#the shield#wwe the shield#daniel bryan#william regal#william regal daughter#seth rollins#roman reigns
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nicky and booker have this running bit where booker tells nicky that he put too much salt in their dinner and nicky responds with "im not taking cooking advice from a frenchman. france isn't even real" and booker pretends to be offended and calls nicky old and nicky gasps like booker killed lorgia, safehouse gamma's resident cat, right infront of him and says "what?! no im not!" and then he names the most recent skincare product he can think of ("...neutrogena foam cleanser said it would take care of the wrinkles...") and calls in joe and is like "yusuf? beloved? do i look old to you? 🙁" and booker's laughing by this point and joe goes "nicolo, old? beloved you're beautiful 😍" and it goes on and on and on. drives andy crazy
#it downtime babey#booker's cleaning the guns usually and joe is sketching#andy's gotten hooked to wwe and likes to point out weakness in the wrestling#anyway after the exile one day nile teasingly goes 'are u sure you didnt put too much salt?'#and nicky automatically goes 'im not taking cooking advice from....' and trails off when he realizes that bookers not here#switch to booker in exile in paris and its one of the good days#hes only 3 bottles in when he catches sight of himself in the mirror#he looks like shit and he's drunk as fuck and calls out to ask joe if he looks old#joe's taking too long to answer so he turns his head only to realize joe's not here#srry if this makes no sense. i just wanted to write smth fluffy and nonsensical#booker#yusuf al kaysani#nicolo di genova#andromache the scythian#tog#the old guard#movie.rambles#also lorgia was named when book joe and nicky were drunk
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Meet Cute–Joe Keery
Wattpad Request by Srichards17
I walked through the aisle of the store trying to lift the weight off my shoulders by breathing. It's been a long day at work. All I needed was to get a big bottle of wine and a lot of chocolate.
As I was looking at the different wine options, I noticed someone walk next to me. I looked over at them and my heart jumped into my throat.
Joe Keery was browsing the different types of scotch. I quickly looked away and grabbed a random bottle of wine.
"I wouldn't get that one."
I looked towards the voice to see Joe Keery pointing at the bottle of wine in my hands.
"It's way overpriced and doesn't taste nearly good enough to make it worth it."
"Oh," I said softly. I cleared my throat and put it back on the shelf. "Any suggestions?"
I looked over at him but my face was burning so I quickly focused back on the wines.
"My favorite is this one," he said as he reached across me and grabbed a bottle. "It's got a strong flavor and, yes, it's a little pricy. But it's worth it."
"Thanks," I said as I took it. I cleared my throat as I studied the wine. I chewed on my bottom lip when I realized that he had suggested my favorite wine.
"It's best with either a chicken meal or steak. Some people think it's better with a fish, but I think it brings out the wrong flavor."
"I agree," I said, nervously clearing my throat again.
"My favorite way to drink it is with someone special." I looked over at him and he blushed as he added, "Are you planning to drink it with anyone special?"
"No," I laughed. I saw the relief in his eyes and instantly blushed. "Just pathetically going home to drink this bottle by myself."
"There's nothing wrong with that," he shrugged. I let out a small, embarrassed chuckle. I looked at the bottle of wine before putting it into my basket.
I was about to walk away, but he spoke up.
"I'm Joe."
"I know," I said before I could stop myself. I cleared my throat before adding, "I just mean that I've seen your show."
"Yeah," he chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair. I smiled when his face slowly turned pink. "I kinda forget that people recognize me from that."
"It's a popular show," I shrugged. "I honestly don't know of anyone who hasn't seen it."
I looked away, avoiding his teasing smile. "I told you my name," Joe continued, "do I get to know yours?"
"Oh," I said under my breath. I cleared my throat and finally introduced myself. "I'm Y/N."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone started ringing.
"Sorry," he sighed as he answered it. I tried not to eavesdrop, but whoever he was talking to only made him upset.
"Yeah," he said harshly. "I got it. I'll be there soon."
He hung up the phone and looked guiltily at me. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "I gotta go."
"No worries," I shrugged. "It was nice meeting you."
"You too, Y/N."
* * * * *
My eyes widened when I walked out of the kitchen and saw Joe Keery sitting at one of the booths. Not just any booth. He was sitting at one of my tables.
"Did you see?" My coworker Jenny giggled. "Joe Keery is in your booth."
"I see that," I stuttered.
"Go get him."
Jenny sent me an excited and encouraging smile before heading to one of her tables. I took a shaky breath, gathering my courage. I fixed my apron and grabbed my small notepad.
"Welcome to Annie's," I recited. I felt my face burning when Joe looked up and smiled at me.
"Hello," he paused dramatically to playfully look at my name tag, "Y/N."
"What can I get for you, random customer?" I laughed.
"I will take the burger with cheese," he smiled.
"And to drink?"
"Just a water," he said as he handed me his menu. I blushed as I took it from him.
"I'll get that in for you."
I turned around and quickly headed to the kitchen before my face could get any redder. As I waited on other tables, I couldn't help but glance over at Joe. Every time I did, he was already looking at me. At least, that's what it felt like.
When I took him his burger, I still felt like my face was on fire.
"Looks delicious," he smiled. "Thank you, Y/N."
"You're welcome."
I bit my lip as I walked away. He ate as I continued to do my job. A little while later, I was cleaning the booth next to where Joe was sitting and he called me over.
"Is there something else I can get for you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said with a teasing smile on his face. "I was wondering what you would recommend for dessert."
"That's easy," I smiled. "The double-chocolate cake is chocolate heaven."
"Sounds perfect," he chuckled. "I'll take two."
"Two?"
"Yeah," Joe shrugged. "That is if my waitress would like to have one with me."
"Oh. . . Well," I said under my breath as I checked my watch. "I actually get off in ten minutes."
"I'll wait," Joe shrugged.
"And I'll go put in that order."
* * * * *
When my shift ended, I took out two pieces of chocolate cake and sat across from Joe. I felt extremely awkward so I blurted out the question that's been bouncing around my head since he walked into the diner.
"What are you doing here?"
"You've seen me work," he teased. "I wanted to see you work."
"But how did you find me?" I stuttered. "I never told you where I work."
"Well," he cleared his throat, "I saw your name tag pinned to your bag. I recognized that it was from this diner. As for what time you'd be working here, that was a complete shot in the dark."
"What would you have done if I didn't work this shift?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know," he shrugged with a small laugh. "I might've asked about you, seen if they knew who you were and when you worked."
"All that? Why?"
"What do you mean?" He chuckled.
"We barely know each other," I started to nervously stutter. "I mean, we met once at the grocery store. Why would you go through all the trouble of finding where I work and waiting for me to show up?"
"Because," Joe shrugged with a small laugh, "I wanted to see you again."
"That's crazy," I blushed as I looked down at my hands.
"That's how these things start."
My breath got caught in my throat when Joe reached over and grabbed my hands.
"These things?"
"Meet cutes."
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