#maybe after last friday night she will be..i got pulled over and she saw me and drove over to tell him
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Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)
Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)
Word Count: round bout 3k
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Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson
The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.
I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.
“Hey De?” “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?” “Who got into my new creamer?” “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?” “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.” “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?” “They can’t taste.” “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.” “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.” He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?” “Oh yeah. Crap.” Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips. “Bye De.” “See ya later Sweetheart.” As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”
Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.” “Hey Sam. How was the run?” “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.” “What’s so bad about that?” “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.” “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.” “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.” “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment. “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.” “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.” “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.” “Ok thanks.” “No problem.” He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.” “Eileen talked me into keeping it.” “Well then thank you Eileen.” “You’re welcome.” Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.” “Hey Sam.” I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs. “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”
Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!” I called from the garage door.
I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.” “Thanks Eileen.” “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.” I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.
Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day.
As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back.
“Gottcha Baby!” “Dean, what are you doing?” I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!” He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.” “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.” He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard.
Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness. “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.” “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.” “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.” “What kind of surprise?” “You’ll see when we get there.” I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave.
When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?” “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.” “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?” “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?” “How do you feel about music?” “That’s just fine for me.” I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker.
Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.” “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.” “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.” “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement.
The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process. “Scar, really? Right now?” “Yes right now. Get up!” “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.” “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.” “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.” “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.” He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible.
The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.
Wise men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be, would it be a sin?
If I can’t help falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things, you know, are just meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you
He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach.
That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”
I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts.
Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.
Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way.
When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.” He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.” A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls.
My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”
Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.
“Dean, I need you now.” The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust.
Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.” He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan.
Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up.
With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?” “Mhm.” Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”
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The Younger Kind Part 3 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley goes on another unremarkable date before heading home early. You stay and have a drink with him while you fix up his dating profile. Maybe now he will find some more compatible matches.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)
Length: 4300 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Bradley started his Friday morning the same way he always did; by running around the house in a complete disarray.
"Noah, eat your waffles. We're going to be late," he said, his flight suit hanging halfway off his torso.
"I want cereal," he whined, and Bradley ran his hands over his face and sighed. Then he got a bowl of cereal ready and finished eating the waffles himself.
After burning his tongue on coffee that was way too hot and eating a handful of sour blueberries, Bradley was hauling Noah out to the Bronco and buckling him in.
"Is my babysitter coming again?" Noah asked on the way to daycare. He had been asking Bradley that all week.
"You had a lot of fun with her?" he asked as he pulled into the parking lot. "You liked her?"
"Yeah. Bring her back."
Bradley smiled and then he cringed. He liked you, too. And he'd made a complete ass of himself, flirting with you like you and he were the same age. You'd been sweet about it though. He wouldn't do it again.
"She's going to come over again tonight," Bradley told his son as they walked into the daycare. "You can play with her all you want."
At least Noah looked happy about it. Bradley had mixed feelings about the way he would be spending his evening. He was going out with a woman from the app, his first foray into online dating. Her photos looked nice, and she was a thirty-four year old publicist. He had no idea what he was going to talk to her about, but he was meeting her at a sleek martini bar at her suggestion. He didn't even like martinis.
"Bye, bub," Bradley said, kissing Noah and dashing back out to make it to base on time.
And of course he was already starving again. He kept meaning to leave some snacks in the car since he was always running all over town. The first person he saw as his stomach growled was Nat.
"Did you not eat breakfast?" she asked as they walked across the tarmac.
"I don't have any food at my house, and I don't have time to go grocery shopping," he growled, grabbing a smashed granola bar out of his helmet bag. "And I can't go tonight, because I have a date from that fucking app you put on my phone!"
Bradley was absolutely not in the mood to go on this date. However, Nat looked delighted.
"That's great!"
"Is it? Is it really? Because I'm meeting her at a fancy martini bar. I don't like martinis, and I don't like getting dressed up."
Nat rolled her eyes. "It's your first date using the app. It'll be fine."
Bradley headed straight for his F/A-18 and started to climb into the cockpit. He had the fleeting thought that he would rather be at home all evening, coloring and eating those peanut butter covered carrot sticks with you and Noah.
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You woke up late on Greyson's couch with a stiff neck and a growling stomach. As you walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before leaving for your first class, you found Greyson, hungover and eating Cheetos.
"Hey," he groaned, holding his head. "You coming back over tonight."
"No," you told him, reaching for a glass. "I'm babysitting later."
He pouted in a way that you used to think was adorable when you and he were in a relationship. "But we didn't even get to mess around last night," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.
You managed to slip out of his grip before he got Cheeto gunk all over you. "Don't ask me to come over anymore if you're just planning on playing video games."
He just looked at you like you had two heads. "Isn't our arrangement to have fun together? You could have played too."
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm free, Greyson. Maybe we can hang out then."
You ducked into his bathroom to get changed and get ready to go, and you just knew stopping for coffee wasn't going to be an option. You would have to hope like hell that you'd have time to get coffee and something to eat when you left campus and headed to Bradley's house later.
You already really liked it there. None of his mugs matched. The area rug in the living room had a snag in it. Noah had colored on the wall in the hallway. It was cozy, cluttered and lived in. And you liked the way Bradley and Noah filled the space.
"Stop thinking about him," you mumbled as you drove yourself to class.
Your day went by in a blur. You'd managed to get a snack and some coffee around lunchtime, but your last lecture ran late. You had the choice to stop for food or get yourself cleaned up a bit before heading to Bradley's house.
"Stop thinking about him!" you mumbled again as you stopped in a bathroom to fix your lipgloss and your hair. Surprisingly, you didn't actually look too bad for having slept on a couch. And now you could just make yourself some coffee in Bradley's kitchen using one of his silly mugs.
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Bradley ran through the locker room like it was a race.
"What's your problem, Rooster?" Hangman asked him, looking like he had whiplash as Bradley dashed past.
"I've got more than one, I can assure you," Bradley grumbled, pulling on clean underwear, gym shorts and a tank. "I need to stop for groceries and get Noah and be home by 6. See you on Monday."
He only had time to stop at the store he didn't like, but it was on his way to get Noah. He grabbed some fruit, macaroni and cheese, a few frozen meals, pasta sauce, and French vanilla coffee creamer. Then he picked up Noah, out of breath by the time he was buckling him into his carseat.
"Can we see the babysitter now?" Noah asked with a smile.
Bradley kissed his forehead. "Yeah, bub. We can go see her now." Bradley was almost as excited about the idea as Noah was.
Your car was already there when he pulled into his driveway at 6:15. Shit, he had told you he would have dinner ready for you. Fuck, he was supposed to meet his date in less than an hour.
"Let's go inside," Bradley said, scooping Noah up with one arm and carrying the groceries and his flight suit in the other. You must have let yourself in, because the door was unlocked. "It's just us," he called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. Bradley was already grinning as you smiled at both of them and came to get Noah from him.
"Hey, Noah. Ready to color again?" you asked, taking the child in your arms. Bradley's heart skipped around awkwardly as you smiled at him over your shoulder on your way back to the kitchen. That lipgloss was like a beacon, and he followed right behind you.
"I started making dinner," you told him. "I hope you don't mind."
Mind? Bradley couldn't think of anything better than you, coloring with Noah and making dinner.
"I'm sorry. I was supposed to have done that."
You just shrugged and set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs. There was an assortment of coloring and craft supplies in front of him, and he got right to work.
"I figured you two got held up. I'm just making spaghetti, nothing crazy." Bradley watched you stir the noodles. Usually when he did that, they ended up in a gigantic clump.
"Well, thanks. I did get some pasta sauce. And I think there are some meatballs in the freezer. Oh, and this is for you."
He watched you turn to face him, and your eyes lit up when he handed you the coffee creamer. It was as if he'd just handed you a bouquet of flowers or twenty bucks.
"Thank you," you sighed softly. "I didn't get enough coffee today."
Bradley turned on the coffee maker for you. "That's pretty much the only thing I always have here. Drink as much as you want, please." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I could use some too, I think."
"What time is your date?" you asked, turning toward Noah and finding him coloring the page with the hippos on it.
Bradley's eyes went wide. "I have to be there in thirty minutes," he said, grimacing as you strained the pasta.
You laughed. "Guys have it so easy. You can throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. Run your fingers through your hair, and bam, you're ready to go out."
He watched you work from behind, taking in your jean shorts and tee shirt. He should really be getting ready to go, but he didn't want to move away from you. "Nah, women have it easier."
You looked up at him over your shoulder again, something that already made Bradley smile.
"Now this reasoning, I've just got to hear," you said, raising one eyebrow.
"Guys don't need a lot to work with. Makeup and all that stuff? Don't need it. Is it nice sometimes? Sure, I guess. But just hanging out at home, eating popcorn in my pajamas with the right girl sounds pretty good right now."
"Yeah," you agreed, scooping spaghetti into three bowls. "It does. Maybe that's what Noah and I will do later."
And now Bradley was jealous of his three year old child.
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You watched Bradley inhale a bowl of plain spaghetti in his fitted jeans and blue dress shirt. He looked like any woman's dream date, and you were sure he would end up scoring a second date if he wanted one.
"Bye, bub. Be good," he said, kissing Noah on his forehead. And when he took a step closer to you, a brief flash of him kissing you on your forehead crossed your mind. You bit your lip to keep from gasping, and his eyes tracked the motion.
When Bradley's lips parted before he swallowed hard, you had to reach behind you for the edge of the counter.
"I'll have my phone on. Not sure how long I'll be out. Should be home by ten?"
"Sounds good," you told him in a soft breathy voice. "No rush."
As he was turning to leave he reminded you, "Seriously, you're welcome to eat or drink anything you find."
You just nodded as he strolled through the living room and left to go make some other woman feel like she just won the lottery.
"Hey Noah, wanna sing some songs while I do some meal prepping for you guys?" you asked.
He was now sitting in the middle of the floor with his blocks out. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"
"Good choice." You sang song after song, occasionally stopping to help him with his building projects. You sipped your coffee out of a mug that said My best friend went to Glacier Bay and only bought me this stupid mug while you portioned out spaghetti and meatballs. At least this way Noah and Bradley would have something to get them through the weekend.
You found some frozen chicken, and next time you could make them some fajitas or something with it. But this was the saddest kitchen you had ever seen. Well maybe besides Greyson's.
And that was the first time you had thought about him all day. You hadn't stopped thinking about Bradley and Noah.
"Another song!" Noah exclaimed, and you started Old MacDonald for him. You put the containers of spaghetti into the refrigerator and sat on the floor with your mug of coffee. After building a few towers, you got Noah to agree to make some construction paper crafts.
"Can you make me a dog?" he asked, and you made him a sad looking red dog. That was followed by a weird looking yellow cat and a blue moose.
"Let's make you a crown so you can be Prince Noah," you said, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. He looked a lot like Bradley. He was so cute, you wondered what his mom looked like. You wondered what happened to her. She didn't seem to be involved at all, and Bradley never talked about her.
"And you can be a Princess!" he shouted.
"Sure," you said with a laugh. And half an hour later, there was a mess of construction paper all over the floor and a giggling child in your arms.
"We can watch one short cartoon, and then it's your bedtime," you told him. He already looked sleepy, and he couldn't stop yawning. He sat next to you on the couch with his yellow crown crooked on his head. Your own purple crown was a little crooked too, but you didn't want to take it off yet.
You didn't want to bother Bradley on his date, but you snapped a quick photo of Noah in his crown and texted it to him. You got an immediate text back.
Bradley Bradshaw: He looks cute. Where's your crown?
You pressed your lips together. Should you send him a selfie while he was on a date? Before you could change your mind, you took one and checked it before sending it to him as well.
Bradley Bradshaw: A crown fit for a princess.
You led Noah into the bathroom to get ready for bed with a gigantic smile on your face. You helped him brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. You read him three books and got him a sip of water, but you were still smiling.
"Let's leave your crown on your dresser," you told Noah, gently taking it off his head as he sank back onto his pillow. "Good night," you whispered, but he was already falling asleep.
You felt soft and warm inside as you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor. You emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. You picked up the toys on the living room floor. When you opened up a bag of Skittles and just started to settle in with a textbook, you got another message.
Bradley Bradshaw: I'll be home soon. Didn't want to scare you again.
It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Why was he already coming home? You weren't going to complain. The idea of him kissing his date goodnight or bringing her back here left a weird taste in your mouth. You popped a few Skittles to try to make it go away.
A couple minutes later, when the front door opened, you nearly choked on your candy. God, he was so hot. He was carrying a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and you couldn't help but wish he'd invite you to hang out longer.
"You're home so early," you said from your spot on the couch, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Was your date awful? Or did she take one look at you and bail?" you asked, barely able to contain your laughter as you adjusted your paper crown.
His lips parted as he huffed out a laugh. Then he glared at you as he headed your way. "Okay, Princess. First of all, yes, she was awful."
You were about to ask what happened, but he continued on.
"And second, no woman has ever taken a look at me and decided not to come back for a second one." He was staring down at you on the couch, and now you couldn't remember what you were going to say.
You pressed your lips together as heat flared through your body. "You know, I believe that," you said softly, making him chuckle. "What was wrong with her?"
He just shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Doesn't like kids."
You scoffed. "Well she'd like Noah if she gave him a chance. He's an angel."
Bradley smiled down at you before taking a seat on the couch so that his thigh was rubbing yours.
"Was he good tonight? No tears at bedtime?"
"Mmm, he was perfect," you managed to say as his body heat radiated through his pant leg.
"That's good. Hey, I need a drink. Do you want something?" he asked, holding up the wine and the beer. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but I sure as hell wasn't about to drink a thirty dollar martini."
He had thought about you when his date ended. He had thought about coming back here and having a drink with you. He had thought about what you might like. You needed to catch your breath. "Sure. I'll go grab some glasses." When you started to move, Bradley pressed the wine bottle against your leg.
"No, I'll go. You stay here."
You watched him walk away, and then you buried your face in your hands. You'd never make it out of here with your dignity intact if he kept being so sweet.
"You cleaned the kitchen," he called from the next room. He returned with two mismatched glasses and a corkscrew. "You didn't have to do that."
"I made you some meals, too. Your refrigerator reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's fraternity house," you said, pretending to shudder as he looked at you.
"Ex-boyfriend, huh? Is there a current one?"
You were going to melt. You were going to slide onto the floor and pass out. "No." You were surprised your voice came out as steady as it did. He looked pleased. He was smiling as he sat down next to you again.
"That's good. Wouldn't want to keep you here in the evenings and make him miss you. Wine or beer?"
It took you a second to realize he was asking you a question. "Um, wine." Your mouth felt dry as you watched him open the bottle and pour some for you. "So did you just ditch your date and stop at the liquor store?"
Bradley snorted as he poured himself some wine as well. "Pretty much. I should have known it would be bad from the get go, you know?" he asked, setting the bottle down and clinking his glass to yours. "She likes the opera and martini bars, and I... don't. Not that I can't hang, but I would just rather-"
"Eat popcorn on your couch in your pajamas. Yeah, I know," you said with a smirk. He just looked at you again like he couldn't quite make sense of you. "So where did you meet her anyway?" You picked up your bag of Skittles and ate a few before handing them to him.
"On an app," he said before he dumped a few directly into his mouth.
"You're on a dating app?" You were surprised.
"Yep. My friend hijacked my phone and downloaded it. I don't even know what all she put in my profile."
"Gimme your phone," you said, holding out your hand. "I want to see it."
He just entered his passcode and groaned. "Fine, but I get to finish the Skittles." He handed over his phone and then dumped all of the remaining candy into his mouth. You watched him chew for a moment before you looked down at his phone.
"Holy shit," you whispered.
"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you.
"Nothing, it's just your photo."
"Is it bad? Nat said all my photos were terrible."
You laughed right at him. "No. It's very good."
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Bradley was not going to be able to keep his cool for much longer. He just sipped his wine, wishing there was more candy for him to stuff into his mouth.
"It's good?" he asked you as you scrolled through his profile.
"Oh yeah. Both of them are. But you need more photos than just the two. Wait, golden retriever energy?" You burst out laughing and let your eyes wander all over his face. "Yeah, I can see that."
"I still don't understand what that means," he grumbled, leaning closer again as you opened the tab for his matches.
"You have almost three hundred women trying to chat you up!"
He just scratched his mustache. "I do? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Look," you said, holding the phone up. "That's insane. Didn't you set any filters?"
"Huh?"
"Filters," you mumbled. "There's gotta be... oh, here we go. You need filters. Otherwise you look desperate. Or like you just want to hook up." You met his eyes, seemingly searching for an answer.
"I'm not desperate. And I don't want to just hookup," he promised, leaning back against the couch and watching you work.
You leaned back too, nearly resting your face against his shoulder. He wished he could just match with you on the app and call it a day.
"Okay, what's the age range you're into?" you asked softly, your purple crown sliding down a little bit on your forehead as you juggled his phone and your glass of wine.
"Um, I guess my age?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "You're only interested in women who are specifically thirty-six years old?"
"Well, no. I guess broader than that," he replied. He was about to say twenty-five to forty, but he changed his mind at the last second. "How about twenty-four to forty?"
You looked at him and smiled. "Okay," you murmured, typing something into the app. "Now there's a little checklist where you can make different selections. Would you date someone with kids?"
"Yes."
"How about a smoker?"
"No."
"What about...."
Bradley listened to you ask him each question, and he answered all of them for you. But he couldn't stop looking at you, curling up closer and closer to him. Your face was so cute and animated. Your eyes were so expressive.
"And now," you said, grinning at him. "It's time for some more pictures. You don't have any other photos saved to your phone?"
"You can look. But it's all just pictures of Noah," he said, realizing too late that when you opened his photo gallery, his most recent one was the selfie you sent him.
"Oh," you whispered, grinning down at his phone before pressing your lips together. Bradley was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just let you swipe through his photos. "Mostly Noah," you said softly, still smiling at all of them. "Looks like I'll just have to take some."
You held up his phone and took a picture of him before he could stop you. "Oh, please don't post that," he told you, reaching for his phone, but you held it up over your head in an effort to keep it away from him.
"What? You looked okay," you said, glancing up at the screen. "It needs a little something extra though." Carefully, you removed your paper crown and set it on his head, your fingers brushing through his hair. They were gone in an instant, but now he was craving your touch. It was insane how close you were to him. You shouldn't be this close.
"How's it look?" he whispered.
"So cute," you said with a laugh, and he let you snap a photo. "We could post this one and say A Prince looking for his Princess."
"Absolutely not."
"Come on! I'm sure anyone would jump at the chance for a second or third date with that!"
Your whole face was lit up when you talked, and Bradley just wanted to play along. "Nope," he said. "It's your crown anyway. Maybe I'll just stick with calling you Princess." He gently set it on your head again, letting his fingers graze your hair.
You sucked in a deep breath. "Only for you and Noah. He did tell me I was a pretty Princess earlier."
Bradley wanted to kiss you. He really thought you would let him if he tried it. He let his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pulled his hand away, causing your eyes to flutter closed while your lips parted.
"Looks better on you anyway," he whispered, memorizing the way your eyelashes brushed your cheek where his hand had just been.
Why couldn't he feel even a fraction of this attraction to either of the women he'd gone on a proper date with? Women who were his age. What was he even thinking here?
It was as if you could read his mind when you opened your eyes. "Well, if you'd just sit nicely for me, I could take an additional photo for the app. That plus the filters should have you matching with people who you're more compatible with."
Bradley swallowed hard. "Fine," he agreed, and you were smiling so much, he couldn't help smiling too. When you showed him the photo, he had to agree that he looked pretty good, and then you were adding it to his profile.
"There," you said, finally handing back his phone as you stood and stretched in front of him. Your arms were high over your head, and your back was arched like some sort of depraved ballerina from his fantasies. Jesus, he knew he could get hard for you instantly, and that thought terrified him.
"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice so deep and raspy.
"Now, instead of a million pointless messages and matches, hopefully you'll have a handful of good ones."
Your words made sense, and he mulled over them as you gathered up your things and headed to the front door.
"You'll text me when you want me again?" you asked softly, and Bradley nearly moaned.
"I will," he agreed, closing and locking the door behind you with a soft groan.
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Good job, Princess. You just made him more likely to find a match online. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 4
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Touch Me Like Nobody Else Does.
Ona Batlle x Reader, SMUT 18+ don't read or i’ll tell your mom. first shot at smut so i don't know if it's any good lol
If you haven’t figured out where the title is from I’d recommend listening to the song while reading.
9AM Friday somewhere in Barcelona
The smell of breakfast poured into the room as you woke up. It smelled good; eggs and peppers were definitely on the menu today. However, the bed was cold and did not contain a certain defender you had dreamed about last night. You smiled though, knowing she had the weekend off this week and you had some catching up to do. Being in a relationship with a world-class footballer wasn’t easy, her schedules were so packed you wondered how you even got to see her at all, let alone have some quality time. Finally, they had a weekend with no game plus the Friday off to let loose a little.
You climbed out of bed and searched for your shirt, shuffling into the bathroom to freshen up. You heard the stove turn off and the clattering of utensils, a soft “joder!” following after before you walked into the living room. There stood your girlfriend of a year and a half, clad only in your huge shirt and her hair up in a messy bun. She had never looked more beautiful; a huge smile on her face when she saw you walk in.
“Hola, hermosa,” she said softly, hands wrapping around your neck as your arms wrapped around her small waist. “Hi gorgeous, breakfast smells amazing.” You lips locks onto hers and she gasps, hands tangled in your hair and body pressed to yours tightly. Your hands trail lower, giving her ass a little squeeze and tap before walking over to the table to eat. She smacks your arm and curses at you in Spanish, grinning with burning cheeks.
“What’s with breakfast? You usually like to sleep in on off days.” You ask her, sipping on your second cup of coffee. She shrugs, eyes looking everywhere else but at you. “Amor?” you say, a deeper blush creeping up on her face. “I-I just thought that maybe we could… Dios mío…stay in bed the rest of the day but we needed the energy so I made breakfast.” She answered the last bit quickly, face turning even redder than before. You laugh at her insinuation, clearly the two of you had the same idea when the long weekend was announced. You push your chair back and hold your arms out for her to sit in your lap. She sheepishly does, resting her head on your chest. “You never have to do anything special just to ask for me to love on you okay? While I appreciate the perfect breakfast today, you can always tell me if you’re in the mood, I’ll drop everything for you my love.” She nods softly, face tucked in your neck as she slowly begins to leave soft kisses. Your hands have a mind of their own, caressing her firm thighs lightly to rile her up. She already starts to whine and squirm, a loud chuckle leaving your lips as you carry her back into your room.
You lay her on the bed, eyes already darkening. You stand over her with a kind smile on your face. “I need you to tell me what you expect today baby, anything you want hm? Today is about you.” You tell her, sitting beside her on your huge bed. “I don’t mind, anything you’re in the mood for.” Her eyes were already big and glossed over. You peck her lips, cupping her cheeks softly. “Okay hermosa. We can make that happen.” You crawl up the bed over her, kissing her lightly. She laid splayed out on the bed, wanting to be a pillow princess today. You could only indulge her; she deserved it for working so hard the past few weeks. Kisses spread lower, hands pulling her shirt off and smirking when there were no undergarments hiding her perfect body. She bit her lip, wanting your reaction aloud. “You’re so beautiful, it’s distracting.” It was true, her body was so intricate and reactive, you didn’t know where to touch; where to kiss; where to love. You kissed down her toned stomach, hands pinning hers to the bed. Her back arched into your kisses; body covered in goosebumps as it reacted to your touches. Everywhere you touched lit her on fire, body wanting so deeply it hurt.
“Fuck, Ona.” You growled, grasping her waist and taking her breast in your mouth to suck on deeply. She was close to tears and you hadn’t even touched her where she needed you most. “P-Please, Y/N/N…I-I need you.” She whined so beautifully it made your knees buckle. You gave in, right hand cupping her heat and rubbing her soaked folds slowly. “Fuck!” she cried out, body like an electric fence; high voltage and waiting to release her charge. Your mouth didn’t waver, sucking and nibbling every inch of skin that would let you. She was wet and warm, fingers gliding through her swollen folds too easily.
“I-Inside, inside please amor.” She chanted, legs wide open and inviting. Again, you gave into her pleas; you were aching too but focused on her, wanting to give her what she wanted. You pushed her further up the bed and got between her legs. Her core was so warm and desperate you swore you could feel the heat radiating off her. She was a beautiful mess; hair stuck to her face, body flushed and skin covered in your hickeys. She was going to be teased to no end in the locker room on Monday but she couldn’t care less; she wanted everyone to know that she was well taken care of.
You suck on her clit softly, pressing her legs back and open. You could read Ona too easily; she was an open book around you. Her hands shoot to hold your head, jaw slack as she soaked up the attention. Her legs tremble and you suck on her harder, tongue flicking over her swollen bud in wild patterns. She couldn’t concentrate as your mouth worked wonders between her legs. You pulled back slightly, kissing her inner thighs. “Hold your legs open for me, darling. There’s a good girl.” She swore she almost came when you praised her. It was well known even outside the bedroom that Ona liked praise, you were sure to shower her with them liberally.
“I’m gonna try one, okay?” you told her, middle finger circling her hole gently. She liked slow and intimate sex, very rarely asking you to be rougher. She also liked being told what you were doing to her; made her heart beat faster when you explained in dirty detail the things you wished you could do to her. She was so wet and aroused that your finger slipped in easily. You rested your head on her thigh, arm wrapped around her hip to rub her clit as you fingered her gently. Her chest huffed and puffed, hyper focused on your touches as she tumbled quickly towards orgasm. Your tongue joined the party, mouth watering at her sweet taste. Tongue flicking her clit, a second finger entering her and a soft hum from you catapulted her closer to her release. Ona was shaking like a leaf, hands tugging your hair as she desperately needed something to ground her.
“Coming, I’m coming!” she yelled. Her hole clenched about five more times before she writhed and whined, orgasm crashing down on her so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. You helped her ride it out, fingers stroking her folds gently as you cooed at her. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” You tell her, kissing her lips gently. She blushed hard, hand cupping your face as you made out.
You climbed out of bed and reached for the nightstand. She smiled knowingly at you, waiting to see what you pulled out of the naughty drawer. You picked her favorite strap, the perfect size to feel full but still get all those delicious places inside her. “How do you want it, baby?” you ask her, pulling the harness on. “Wanna see you,” she said simply, legs opening wide as she settled into the bed. You got between her legs again, hand licking your fingers before rubbing her clit again. She was sensitive but she enjoyed the soft ache within her. Grabbing the lube, you spread a little over the fake appendage as she watched you with blown out pupils. “Ready?” you scoot closer, rubbing her thighs softly. You smile as she nods, hands pulling her legs back wider for you. You lean in, the tip of the toy nudging itself into her. She takes it well, your fingers and her orgasm having opened her up nicely. “You’re doing so well, cariño.” You whisper into her ear, holding her as you slide in more. “Almost there, hm? Such a good girl you are.” She whimpers, holding onto you tighter as you slowly begin to thrust into her. You fuck her slow and deep, exactly how she likes, her hands holding onto your thighs. You assault her neck with love bites, her hands now unsure of what to hold onto as your hips speed up a little just as a soft “faster…” left her pretty lips.
Satisfied with your art on her neck you lean back and thrust in deeper, pulling her closer and draping her legs over your shoulders. The angle gets the toy deeper into her and hits her sweet spot. She gasps hard, eyes finding yours as you pound the toy into that spot over and over. Her legs tremble and you hold onto her, wanting to push her to the edge faster. “Please, I-I’m gonna…gonna cum Y/N please, please let me cum. I’ve been good!” “Yes you have been, mi amor. The best girl for me. Come on, babe. Come for me, darling. You’re gonna look so pretty falling apart on my cock, sí?” you egg her on, the tremble in her legs intensifying. Your fingers find her clit and you rub her nub hard, as her eyes shut tight and her body lets go.
“Fuck, Y/N!” she yells as she comes, body pushing the strap out of her from the force of her orgasm. She writhes as you keep rubbing her folds, fingers shoving themselves into her as she rides her orgasm out. You pull away as she calms down, legs twitching and lungs gasping for air. You quickly take the harness off and pull her into your arms, cradling her softly as she calmed down. She leans into you, body spent and boneless.
She lets you move her around, leaving her for just a second to grab a washcloth to wipe her down. You help her finish a bottle of water and wrap her up in your robe before carrying her into the bathroom to start a bath for her. She makes you climb in with her, laying back against you as you hold her in the warm water.
“Thank you, amor.” She says quietly, turning her head to look back at you. You see the love in her eyes, your arms wrapping around her soapy middle as your lips find hers. She kisses back softly, leaning into the palm of your hand that rests on her cheek.
“I love you, Ona.”
“Yo también te quiero, carinõ.”
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kyra cooney-cross x reader
plot: you and Kyra used to be best friends and now she's on top of the world and you feel like you're falling behind.
warning: angst, swearing, idk
You sat at the restaurant with a menu in front of you as another waiter came to ask for your order "I'm just waiting for someone" You smiled politely but they just nodded their head and walked away.
You checked your phone again it was 8:30, you had both agreed on 8:00, all those years ago, every Friday. She was hardly ever late. Well that was until after the world cup.
She had thrived and you watched on the sidelines almost every match, she gained attention and you loved that for her, you were even the first person to go to her apartment to congratulate her on her signing with Arsenal.
But now she was busy and even more popular with the fans, you wanted to be so happy for her but it pulled her away from you so you never fought it, you only texted her a couple of times with congratulations and the conversations never lasted long. But you always had your Friday night 'dates' your other friends called them.
It was no secret that the two of you had some feelings towards another and your flat mates bullied you for it non stop. You realized you liked the girl when she got the call up to be in the senior squad for Matildas. She was so happy and her dream had finally come true.
You had a feeling she liked you too but you never acted on it, you were always scared whenever the opportunity came up.
You regrated never telling her because maybe then she would be sitting in front of you right now looking at the menu over and over even when you knew she would just settle with a classic margarita pizza and a sprite lemonade. She wasn't to fancy.
It had been 45 minutes now and you had lost your hope, she wasn't coming and she didn't even send you a text. You felt embarrassed as you sat up and paid for your drink as you had told the workers you were waiting for someone and now you were walking out alone.
It was when you turned the corner of the street you saw the girl you had been waiting for in a frantic state almost running to the restaurant.
"Y/N!" she called out as you walked past her "you were late" you told her, not changing your pace. You felt her go to your side again "Y/N I'm so sorry-"
You breathed in before turning to her "you didn't even bother to text!" Kyra looked down to the floor giving you an opportunity to talk again "where even were you?" you questioned and she was silent again "I forgot" she mumbled and you took a step back.
How could she forget.
For three years you've been doing this. What could have been so adamant on her mind that she forgot that she was supposed to see you.
"Or did you forget about me?"
Your question struck something in Kyra "No I could never-" "No I'm serious" you told her "I'm happy for you I really am but I feel like I'm just something that you're leaving behind, we don't talk as much, we haven't facetimes each other in god knows how long" you ranted
"I'm sorry" Kyra said looking at you but you shook your head "I know 'm not your girlfriend or anything, but I don't want to be another ex friend" you started "we've been through too much for that" you told her before walking away and to your car and driving off.
When you woke up the next morning you didn't know how to feel, did you just fuck up everything? You looked to your phone to maybe see a message from Kyra but instead you saw one from Steph, Kyra's team mate from Arsenal and the Tillies.
Steph: Hey do you know what's wrong with Kyra she seems weird today
Fuck. You ruffled your hair between your fingers and ignored the feeling in your stomach
Y/N: Yep I have a feeling, I'll come over after training.
You didn't want Kyra to feel like this even though it was what she made you feel for weeks on end, but you couldn't give up on her, you couldn't give up on the both of you.
It was late when you finally had the courage to drive to Steph's house where Kyra had been staying before she found an apartment near training. It was dark and the stars were in the sky.
When you knocked on the door Steph was quick to greet you "hey Y/N" she smiled and let you in "hey Steph" you sheepishly smiled as you walked in "Kyra's in the guest bedroom, been stuck in their since training" she sighed and turned to you "you're the only person that I've seen her be so happy with" she pointed out "sorry if I interrupted-" "your fine Steph" you waved her off before breathing in "I'll go talk to her" you nodded before making your way into the guest bedroom.
You hesitated before knocking on the door but did anyway "I'll have dinner later Steph" she called back "It's not Steph" you replied back and Kyra was quick to open the door after hearing your voice "hey Y/N/N" she whispered "Hey Ky" you smiled before letting yourself in and closing the door behind you.
"Steph texted me, said you weren't yourself" you admitted and Kyra nodded "I can't believe I forgot" she told you and you nodded "to be fair I distanced myself a little bit, I didn't want to invite myself to everything whilst you adventured with Arsenal" you shrugged and she looked up at you "I noticed the distance" she told you "I thought you started seeing someone or something"
You laughed "me" you pointed at yourself "never" you shook your head and the girl laughed a little as you sat next to her on the bed. You both of you stayed on the bed in silence before Kyra spoke up
"I didn't just forget yesterday I went out" she admitted and you nodded, it didn't really change anything "with the team?" you asked and she nodded "It started with the team then I got stuck in a conversation with a fan"
"was she cute?" you teased and she laughed "Nah you're cuter" she teased back and you both blushed "what did you talk about?" you asked "Football, my career, treating me better than I had at other clubs, treating me like I was somebody"
"Your getting a fan base Kyra, you play for the Arsenal" you poked her shoulder as she leaned back and came back and leaned her head on your shoulder.
"I wonder if she would've talked to me if I wasn't somebody?" she wondered "I would've" you smiled and Kyra looked up at you.
You just kept your smile as she looked at you "I've always been your biggest supporter" you reminded her "I know" she smiled "and I plan to stay" you shot your eyebrows at her and she nodded "I'd like that...a lot" she laughed and looked back down to her legs.
"Can you stay tonight?" she asked sheepishly and you nodded "of course" you stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead that lingered "always" you said as you walked over to the door "Imma ask Steph though"
"Y/N your making this seem like a sleepover in high school" Kyra laughed and you shrugged "oh well the most eventful stuff happens at high school sleepovers" you said and walked out to Steph, leaving a blushing Kyra behind.
When you came back Kya was pulling out pajama's for you which consisted of her Matilda's jersey and old pajama shorts which you laughed at. "You just wanna see your name on my back" you smiled as Kyra shrugged and just jumped on the bed, you following once you got changed.
Once you got comfortable Kyra turned to you "When I asked you if you were seeing anyone you said never" she stated "what did that mean?" she asked and you looked at her "I'm not sure I guess..." you trailed off "I just had a crush on someone and just never got over it" you said quietly before moving closer to Kyra who subconsciously did the same "what about you?" you asked even more quiet as Kyra's eyes were set on your lips "same thing" she said before leaning down and giving a slight peck on your lips but not leaving as your foreheads stayed together, nothing was said before you leaned i again and kissed her back, it was nice as your lips just felt like they were made for you, when you pulled back you both smiled.
"Yeah I'm not going anywhere" you laughed.
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Lavender - Ch. 16
You and Joel travel across a ruined city - and through plenty of obstacles - to find what you're searching for. A continuation of Lavender ch. 1-15 found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, SMUT :D (unprotected p in v sex - wrap it up kids). No use of Y/N, minors DNI.
Length: 6.7k
Being outside the QZ made you almost giddy. It reminded you a little of getting high with Cass once, your junior year of college, when a guy she was dating - whose name you’d forgotten - brought a bong to her apartment one Friday night.
It was the first time you’d ever been high. It didn’t take much, pulling the smoke into your lungs and holding it there until you had to cough and choke it out only a few times before it started to kick in. The light feeling in your body, the airiness of your thoughts, the vast openness of the world around you. Being outside the walls of the QZ as the sun rose was like that, the sense of freedom so potent you thought you might choke on it.
You scrambled up a small pile of rubble, smiling a little as you did, liking the way your feet found purchase on the shaky ground.
“The hell you doing?” Joel asked, looking back at you incredulously.
“I’m sorry, do you not have the urge to climb piles of rock?” You asked.
“No,” he said. “Get down from there.”
“Do you know the last time that I saw a pile of rock?” You were still on top of the pile. “At least one that wasn’t behind some stupid FEDRA fence?”
“It’s not rock,” Joel snapped. “It’s fuckin’ rubble. You climb every pile of it from here to Cambridge and we’ll be out here for weeks. This isn’t a goddamn vacation, we’re not out here for fun.”
“Really?” You put your hands on your hips. “You’re saying you don’t have fun outside the QZ?”
“Get the fuck down.”
You obeyed but narrowed your eyes at him.
“I think you do have fun outside the QZ,” you said, following as he went down whatever partially ruined street you were on.
“Don’t know why,” he muttered.
“Because you spent five years avoiding the QZ,” you replied. “And once you were in one you lasted all of, what, nine months before you started leaving again? You must like something about it.”
“I like being able to make money in the QZ off the shit I bring back from outside the QZ,” he snapped. “Not all of us can be fuckin’ doctors and get by on the shit FEDRA pays ‘em.”
“Not all of us have anger issues and do things besides just punch people when we get upset so we can hold down a job,” you snapped back.
“I don’t have to fuckin’ take you, Kid,” he glared at you. “We can turn the fuck around right now.”
“And tell Tess you welched on her deal?” You rolled your eyes. “Doubt it.”
Joel rounded on you, towering over you, making you flinch on instinct.
“Will you stop fuckin’ doing that?” He snapped, looking you up and down.
“Doing what?” You frowned.
“Acting like I’m going to hit you,” he said. “Like you’re a fuckin’ puppy who got kicked one too many times.”
“Well you stop acting like an asshole and maybe I’ll stop acting like you’re someone who would kick a puppy,” you replied.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, already exhausted with you. Which shouldn’t be a surprise, you’re the one who dragged him out here. He sighed.
“We need some fucking ground rules,” he growled. “I don’t want to get killed hauling your ass around this damn wasteland because you’re busy climbing rubble.”
“Fine,” you agreed after a moment. “What are the rules?”
“One, you do what I say when I say it,” he said. You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off. “It’s life or death shit out here, Kid. I tell you to run, you fucking run. I tell you to hide, you fucking hide. I tell you to be silent, you shut the fuck up. Not listenin’ to me will get one of us killed and I’d like to make it back alive.”
“Fine,” you said again, knowing there was a damn good chance he’d abuse that rule.
“Rule two,” he said. “I’m here to guide you so you have to keep up. Don’t get sidetracked, don’t get distracted, don’t go wanderin’ off. Stick close to me and I’ll get you there. Decide to take a detour and you’re on your own.”
You considered a moment.
“No running ahead so you can ditch me,” you said. He looked at you for a moment, like he wondered why you’d even say that.
“Fine,” he said. “Rule three. Don’t make unnecessary conversation. I already know more than enough about you and I don’t want to be out here with you any more than you want to be out here with me. Just keep your mouth shut and we’ll get through this a lot faster.”
That one stung. You and Joel had, once upon a time, been able to talk for hours. About anything. You did what felt like nothing but talk in the years you were together but a country apart. You’d loved the sound of his voice, his laugh, his insights on the world. Maybe that had always been one sided.
“You know, you’re far from the first person who’s been stuck with me who doesn’t want me,” you stuck your chin out. “No one’s ever wanted me, from day one. I’m used to it. You can try and hurt me with it all you want, it won’t bother me.”
He looked you up and down one more time, scowling.
“Keep up.”
Joel set an aggressive but fair pace. You hung back, both wanting the distance but also wanting to actually see something besides the QZ for a change.
You never made it to Boston before the outbreak. If you were going to a city, you just went to NYC. It’s not like you knew what it was like before the bombs and the infected ravaged it. But you knew it looked a lot different now.
Looting had obviously been bad at one point, most of the storefront windows were smashed and displays were stripped bare. But some places looked… if not the same, something closer to what you remembered the world to be.
You passed a marquee for a movie theater with Pirates of the Caribbean listed toward the bottom. You smiled a little at it. You and Joel had taken Sarah to see that when you’d come to visit the July before the outbreak. You had sat in the middle, a bucket of popcorn the size of your ribcage on your lap, Sarah reaching over for handfuls of it every few minutes. She buried her face in your shoulder when the pirates first turned into skeletons and then insisted it hadn’t scared her. Joel’s fingers had traced along the outside edge of your hip, the inside of your wrist, trailed up your arm, brushed against the curve of your breast before going after the popcorn himself. You’d glanced over at him and his eyes were solidly on the screen, a small, cocky smirk playing on his lips. The second you were sure Sarah was asleep, he’d about ripped your clothes off, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside you.
Now, he didn’t want to hear or see you.
“Shit,” Joel muttered around noon.
“What?” You asked, the first thing you’d said since the morning.
“See that building down there, laying across the road?” He pointed a few blocks ahead. You nodded. “Wasn’t like that last time we came this way. Have to find another way around…”
You looked around for a moment as he shrugged off his backpack. You spotted a Barnes and Noble a few doors down.
“Mind if we figure it out in there?” You asked, pointing it out. “I can get some more books for my classroom…”
He looked at it for a moment, considering, then sighed.
“Got a gun?” He asked, looking at you like he expected you to say no. But you quickly reached back and into a side zipper pouch of your backpack, pulling out the handgun you’d picked up off the soldier during the outbreak. Joel looked surprised but nodded once. You tucked it into the waistband of your pants. “Fine. Don’t go fuckin’ wandering, haven’t cleared that building, don’t know what the fuck could be in there.”
The store was in disarray, shelves collapsed and books in heaps on the ground. You frowned.
“Was this bombs or people?” You asked, picking your way around the piles.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Joel shrugged, slinging his backpack off and kneeling beside it, pulling out a map that had been thoroughly marked up. He glanced up at you. “Remember what I said, don’t go far.”
You just nodded, looking up at the ceilings for signage that had long been covered in dust or knocked loose from its housing. But it was enough for you to find the young adult section, thankfully not too far from the front of the store.
You tried to remember what all you had on your shelves at the school, wanting to avoid grabbing duplicates if possible. You glanced back up at the front of the store, Joel still looking over the map. You tried to make decisions about what to grab quickly.
One of you kids always had questions about history - that, for some reason, they brought to you and not the history teacher - so you found some historical fiction for him. Grabbed a few fantasy books for another kid who had raced through Harry Potter in just over a week. She said she was going to write out how she thought the series should end and give it to you to read, not able to handle the lack of resolution any better than you had been. You grabbed some mystery books with less blood and gore than your students had probably seen in real life. You glanced back up front one more time. Joel was still busy with the map. You bit your lip.
You’d always wanted to get a set of Lord of the Rings, both for you and for your classroom, but it either never made it to the QZ or got snapped up so quick that you’d never seen them with any of the underground sellers. Fantasy looked to be toward the back of the store, but if you were quick…
You darted toward the fantasy section, sifting through the piles around where you thought the Ts would be. Eventually you found a few copies - in single volume, no less - and added them to your bag. You were just getting ready to head back toward the front of the store when you heard an odd clicking noise.
You frowned, looking around. The air was still, it’s not like there was wind blowing through the building to make a loose sign tap against shelving. There wasn’t any electricity here, so it couldn’t be something mechanical. It didn’t sound like a sound an animal would make…
Joel’s hand clamped over your mouth and your eyes went wide. He hadn’t been anywhere near you… He pressed a finger to his lips and looked around quickly before pressing you back into an alcove.
He covered your body with his, your back flush against the wall, your front pressed against him. His hand was still on your mouth. His free hand held a gun, aimed at the ground, and he was looking out into the store. The clicking sound started again. Your breath picked up and he shot you a glare before looking back out into the shelves.
You froze, trying not to melt down or panic. You focused on what you knew, on anything besides the clicking sound that was getting louder, more frequent. Your back was against a wall. It was oddly damp, you could feel it on the part down the middle of the back of your head between your braids. Joel’s hand was warm and callused. One of his legs was between yours, his crotch against your hip… he was hard against you. You swallowed.
The clicking sound got closer.
Joel slowly lifted his gun. You watched the snarl on his face as he took aim and fired. There was an inhuman screech after the first shot, again after the second. After the third, the shrieking and clicking were gone and you were panting for breath against his skin. He freed your mouth and you gasped for air.
“What was that?” Your hand went to your chest, trying to calm yourself down.
“They not teach you FEDRA doctors about the stages of infected?” He asked, smug. You glared at him.
“Only stage I have to deal with is the infected but not turned stage,” you said. “That’s the stage where I have to go kill innocent people. So no. Haven’t gotten that memo.”
His eyes looked sad for a moment, almost like he pitied you. Then they were hard again. His cock was still against your hip. He must not have noticed.
“We call ‘em clickers,” he said. “Come on, you can take a look at it as we get out of here. Where there’s one, there’ll be more not far behind.”
He stepped out of the alcove and you followed closely. He paused at the body of what had, at one point, been a woman. She was wearing capri pants and the remains of t-shirt. But her face was all but gone, completely overtaken by lobes of fungus splitting out from her skull and spreading over her skin.
“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.
“They lose their eyesight at this point,” Joel said. “That’s why they click. Like fuckin’ bats, use it to find people. Good news is, that means they’re blind. Bad news is, you have to be dead fuckin’ silent or they’ll hear you. If you’re in the middle of a room with no shelter and don’t hold still, they’ll find you and attack you. Awful fuckers.”
You looked at it for another moment, the patterns in the fungal growth. There was an odd beauty to it, or there would be if it wasn’t all that was left of a human being.
“Let’s move.”
You followed behind Joel again, out of the store and into the street. He kept his gun out, backtracking several streets before moving forward again.
“Best way through is going to be to cut through some of these buildings,” he said. “Stick close behind me, keep your gun out and be fucking quiet.”
You just nodded, stay close at Joel’s back. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your ears oddly tuned into every distant sound. Every building creak made you jump, every rustle of a bird made you turn your head and listen closer. Everything sounded like an inhuman click at first, just for a second, just long enough to set you on edge.
The buildings seemed like a maze, many of the corridors and back storage rooms of shops ripped apart to the point that they were all but impassable. Joel helped you up and over some wreckage, shards of glass glaring up at you from the floor, glinting off the glow of Joel’s flashlight.
“Don’t want to cut yourself out here,” he warned. “Infection…” You gave him a look. “Right. You know that.”
You got to the Harvard Medical Library that afternoon, after picking your way through the ruins of the city.
“I’ll stick close to you in here,” Joel said, looking around. “Harvard was a bad spot for the outbreak, even off campus spots like this…”
“Makes sense,” you nodded. “Everyone eating the same food at about the same time? Everyone probably turned about all at once.”
“We’ve avoid this area so far,” he said. “Don’t make me regret takin’ you here. Find what you need and let’s go.”
You went to the sheet of paper you’d folded up in your bag listing the specific studies you were after. You started down the aisles, gathering what you needed quickly. They had almost everything you knew you were looking for, only some of it water damaged.
Then, you started looking at the general items. Things about wholistic medicines, anything that you might be able to use to treat patients that wasn’t reliant on FEDRA medication shipments. Yeah, you’d have to find seeds to grow things yourself or other materials, but it was a starting point. Next was research on bacterial infections. They’d become more and more prevalent in the QZ. You were worried about prescribing antibiotics so much in such a concentrated population. Conditions were ripe for making a superbug. You wanted to know how to avoid that while reining in the damage.
Finally, anything you could find on fungal infections in mammals and treating infections in the brain. This was trickier. Until the outbreak, there weren’t cordyceps that could survive in mammals, they hadn’t exactly been studied. But treatments for other fungal infections could be helpful in at least figuring out a way to navigate treating this one. Studies on the brain were going to be challenge, too. A lot of what you did now you’d started studying before the outbreak. You’d wanted to be a pediatrician before, so you needed a broad basis of knowledge - you could function as a general surgeon or general practitioner with very few adjustments. You hadn’t been in medical school yet but you were so fascinated by it all, you’d been devouring texts and journal articles like crazy. You’d never done much with the brain. And it’s not like the QZ had the facilities for neurosurgery. If someone came in with a brain tumor, there was little you could do besides smile sadly and offer them pain killers to keep them comfortable.
You paused, looking back down the aisles. You wished you had a way to just pick up and move everything…
“Almost done?” Joel asked.
“Think so,” you said. “Just let me… cancer…”
“Cancer?” He frowned.
“Sorry, thinking out loud,” you said. “I’d like to find some things on alternative treatments for cancer. Not like we’ve got chemo in the QZ…”
You went down the aisles again and found a few more things that looked to be useful.
“OK,” you said, backpack now significantly heavier than when you’d left the QZ 10 hours earlier. “Let’s go…”
The words were barely out of your mouth when you heard it, the awful clicking sound. They were here.
***
Joel’s hand clamped over your lips as he looked around for a good place to sit tight. There was a librarian desk, only about 50 feet away but - not knowing exactly where the fucking clickers were - it may as well have been a mile. He got your attention and pointed to the desk. He freed your mouth, pressing the finger from his free hand to his lips. You nodded, your eyes wide. He took your hand and pulled you along behind him, hunched over to stay as much behind the shelving as he could. The clickers were getting closer.
He tucked you behind the desk first, your back pressed against a filing cabinet, and he covered your body with his own, his gun ready. Hopefully, they’d just go past and you’d be able to make a run for it when the clickers had moved on.
Joel could feel you breathing behind him, the tension in your body. At least he wasn’t pressed against your front again like he had been at the fucking bookstore. Feeling the shape of you tight to him - even if it was because of the clickers - only made him think of fucking you. How you looked naked, how your body responded to his touch, how your skin felt below and around his own. What you tasted like, what you felt like when you came, how goddamn satisfying it was when you moaned his name like it was a prayer. It’s all he could think about on the whole fucking walk to the library. It was still at the back of his mind now as he tried to watch for things that were hellbent on killing him and you both. You were a dangerous distraction.
The desk, as it turned out, was a good hiding place. When the clickers drew near, you held your breath, totally silent as they prowled past. Only a few minutes after the threat had arrived, it was gone.
Once Joel was more certain that it was safe, he got slowly to his feet and reached down to help you up. Your eyes were still wide, your hands shook. He held his finger to his lips again and you gave him a shaky nod. He held your hand as he led you out of the library. He could feel your pounding heart through his fingers.
Outside, storm clouds were rolling in. Joel frowned.
“We’ll need to find a place to stash ourselves sooner rather than later,” he said, nodding in their direction.
“Remember reliable weather reports?” You asked, eyebrows raised. Your eyes were still wide and afraid but you smiled a little. “Or, well, mostly reliable?”
“I remember checkin’ that map at the back of the paper every morning,” he said. He frowned. “Haven’t thought about that in…”
“It’s weird what you forget,” you nodded before you caught yourself. “Right, sorry. I’ll shut up.”
He wanted to tell you not to. The no talking rule… he hadn’t liked that one. He fucking loved listening to you. Hearing how you saw the world, how you puzzled things out, the observations you made about things that he never seemed to notice. But that was dangerous. He didn’t WANT to love you anymore. He was fucking done with that part of his life if he could just get his heart to catch up with his head. But he kept getting drawn into you, kept wanting to hear you talk, kept wanting to touch you, kept wanting to watch you as you did the most mundane shit. He kept wanting to find your fucking hair in his goddamn shower.
He’d let go of your hand, stalking off toward where he’d seen what looked like some residential areas not too far from there when it happened.
“Joel!” You yelped before firing your gun.
He spun to see a cluster of five runners racing for you. The second he turned he could hear them, the fucking things coming at him from his deaf side. Your shot went wide, all of them still standing.
“Run!” He ordered, grabbing you and tossing you behind him. He stood his ground, taking aim as the infected raced toward him. He had to damn near empty his clip, the final infected dropping only a few feet in front of him, but he’d killed them all. It wasn’t until he started to turn again - his fucking deaf ear failing him yet again - when he heard you struggling.
You hadn’t made it far, only about 75 feet. Your gun was on the ground out of your reach and you were scrambling, trying to hold off the infected that was scratching and groping at you, straining to get its teeth into you.
For the tiniest fraction of a second, Joel’s life flashed before his eyes. The most important shit. Sarah’s birth, her first words and steps, her first days of school, first time riding a bike, meeting you at the coffee shop, kissing you in the pool, taking Sarah hiking with you in New York, Sarah falling asleep on him on the couch the night she died, holding you again for the first time in the QZ. If you were bitten, if he had to shoot you, he’d have to shoot himself, too. It was a foregone conclusion. He couldn’t survive knowing that he’d failed you, that he’d never see you or hear you or touch you. Not again.
He’d moved before he realized he was moving, tackling the infected and knocking it off your body. It snarled and gnashed its teeth and he yanked his knife free from the sheath on his belt, stabbing it in the neck as he held it down. The second he knew it was dead, he ripped the blade free and went for you.
You were still on the ground, partially on your side thanks to the size of your now overloaded backpack. You were shaking, silent tears running down your face.
“Hey,” he gently cupped your cheek. “Hey, you’re OK, you’re alright…”
You swallowed and nodded but didn’t move, still shaking.
“Just going to check you over right quick,” he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling. He wasn’t a praying man, but he was begging whatever god there was to spare you. He’d trade places, he didn’t care, just don’t take you.
He checked your throat first. The infected had scratched you but no sign of teeth marks. He helped you sit up and he checked what little of your arms he could get to around your coat and gloves. His body almost went totally slack in relief. He took your face in his hands and gently turned your gaze to him.
“You’re OK,” he said, voice certain this time. “It didn’t get you, Baby, you’re OK.”
You just nodded, still shaking. Rain started to fall, the cold turning some of the drops into sharp shards of ice that pecked against his face and neck.
“C’mon,” he said, helping you up. “We gotta get out of this weather.”
He pulled you against his side and walked - only about 20 minutes - until he found something that looked suitable. Row houses that didn’t look terribly fucked by looting or bombing. Windows were intact in many of them and every one had a chimney. A good sign.
“Good news is,” he said. “With the rain, we can have a fire. Usually, can’t risk it with raiders. But the clouds and the rain will cover the smoke…”
You just nodded, your hand clutching your coat close in a fist at your throat. He wished you would talk, just so he could hear your voice, know that you were actually OK.
He picked one of the middle units - fewer external walls to defend against - and forced the door open.
Inside was largely untouched. Some furniture overturned - though he wasn’t sure if it was from looters or bombs shaking the earth - and a thick layer of dust but otherwise intact.
He led you to an interior room upstairs, it looked like the master bedroom. There was a fireplace and an attached bathroom, only one big window with blackout curtains and one door in and out. Easily defensible.
You were shaking but whether it was from fear or from cold, Joel wasn’t sure.
“Stay put here,” he said. “I’m going to go grab some shit to burn.”
You just nodded, still not talking. He frowned but went through the house, breaking legs off chairs, grabbing papers from the office, taking picture frames it would be easy to break apart. He piled it all in front of the fireplace and you were still standing there, shivering.
“Gonna need you to talk to me at some point,” he said, starting to worry that he’d missed something when looking you over. “Need to know you’re OK.”
“I’m OK,” you shivered, frowning. “Just trying to follow your rules.”
He ground his teeth.
“We’ll ditch that rule now that we’re in for the night,” he said. “Just talk. If you want.” He looked you up and down again. “And get out of the wet clothes before you get sick, it’s barely above freezing in ‘here.”
You nodded, unzipping the coat. Satisfied, Joel got down and checked the flue of the fireplace. He opened it, an old bird’s nest falling into the grate, but otherwise it was clear. He broke down the furniture and picture frames. It looked like he’d have enough to get through the night and then some. That was the important thing. He built a fire, igniting a wad of paper with the lighter from his pack and placing it carefully in the pile of wood and other shit he’d collected from the house. He watched for a second, making sure it was catching, before he got up. You’d stripped out of the coat but you were still in the rest of your clothes and they looked pretty soaked, too. He ground his teeth.
“Help me get this dresser in front of the door,” he said. You just nodded, still not talking, just shivering, and the two of you moved the furniture. Joel closed the blackout curtains next, doing what he could to make sure there was as little room as possible for the light from the fire to escape around the edges before turning back to you.
“You’re still in wet clothes.”
“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, arms tight around your torso. He stared you down and you sighed. “Look, I’m trying to make this easy on you, OK? You weren’t supposed to be my protection out here, you were supposed to just be my guide and you’ve saved my life, what, three times now? You don’t want me to talk so I’ve been quiet. You don’t want to ever see me again so I’m trying to leave my clothes on while you’re forced to be around me so while you’ll have to see me, at least I’m not naked. I’m trying.”
He stalked off to the bathroom for a moment, opening the door in there and finding a large closet. It was still filled with clothes. He grabbed an oversized sweater and went back to the bedroom, throwing it on the bed.
“Put that on,” he ordered. “Get out of the wet shit. I’ll wait in there.”
He went to the bathroom and tried to not think about your bared skin just feet away on the other side of the door. Joel found some sweats that looked like they’d fit him and got changed, too.
“Done,” you said, voice quiet but less shaky, a few minutes later. You saw him and laughed before clamping a hand over your mouth.
“What.”
“Nothing,” you said. He just glared at you. “It’s just… you’re in a Harvard sweatshirt and it’s funny. Not something I ever pictured you wearing.”
He shrugged.
“Doesn’t really mean shit now, does it?” He said. You laughed once.
“Guess not.”
Joel had thought the sweater would be a good, safe bet for you. Something that would keep you warm and hide your shape. Instead, it had made you into another fucking temptation. Your legs were bare, the collar of the sweater so big it slipped over one of your shoulders, revealing the column of your throat and the hollows of your collar bones. He was pretty sure he’d kissed every inch of you in the years he’d known you. He knew just what it would be to press his lips to your neck, trace the edges of you with his tongue.
He wanted to not want you. He wanted to disentangle himself from you. You’d hidden shit from him, made it so he didn’t have a fucking choice, made it so he lost his daughter and a child he didn’t know he had. You had backed him into a corner, forced him to fail.
He wanted to hate you for it.
You lay your clothes out near the fire, draping them over things to help try them and you sat down in front of the flames, your arms outstretched, warming your fingers.
He sat next to you. You glanced at him, gave him a half smile before turning back to the fire.
“Remember when you were trying to get me to consider Harvard for med school?” You asked, glancing his way after a few minutes of nothing but the crackle of wood.
“Yeah,” he said. That felt like a lifetime ago. He was a different person then.
“You’ve finally reached peak mascot,” you teased, glancing at the sweatshirt before looking forward again.
“Still say you’d have gotten in,” he said.
“Well I didn’t have my MCATs yet but,” you shrugged. “But I got a 523 out of 528 on my practice test. I probably would have.”
You laughed a little.
“How dumb is that that I remember my MCAT practice test score?”
“Not dumb,” he said. “You’re just smart. That shit mattered to you, ‘course you remember.”
You nodded slowly.
“There’s some stuff I wish I remembered better,” you said quietly. “I remember that now meaningless number but I don’t remember the last thing Nan ever said to me. I remember what she talked about but I don’t remember the words. I was so busy thinking of other things… She wasn’t feeling well so I was thinking about whether or not I should call her Oncologist on Monday or if I should wait a few days, see if she got better. I was thinking about seeing you again. Scared out of my mind about it…
“I can’t remember exactly how my bedroom looked anymore,” you continued. “I have a vague picture of it in my mind but I can’t remember what wall had the painting, where the pressed flowers were. There was a pattern on the edge of the doorknobs on all the doors on the second floor of the house and I can’t quite picture it anymore. I used to run my fingers over that pattern when I was a kid, when the doorknobs were about eye level. I don’t know them anymore. I didn’t think there would be a time where I didn’t know them.”
You drew your knees tightly to your chest and rested your head against them.
“I’d trade that stupid test score to remember any of those things,” you said. “Hell, I’d trade my medical knowledge to remember those things.”
He was close to you now. So close his sweatpants were touching your hip. He looked at you, your eyes reflecting the firelight. He couldn’t remember why he didn’t want to want you anymore.
“Joel,” you breathed softly.
He kissed you without thinking.
***
He still tasted like Joel - always a hint of coffee on his tongue. His hand found your cheek, holding you gently, pulling you closer. Your heart was pounding, your head more floating than swimming.
You hesitantly, cautiously reached a hand out for him, resting at his waist. He didn’t flinch away from you. Instead, he moved closer. You stretched your legs out and turned your body so you could be alongside him, touch as much of him as you could for as long as he would let you.
Deep inside you, below the longing and the aching need, was fear. You’d wished you’d known the last time you were with Joel was going to be the last time. You’d have done things differently if you had - or at least tried to focus and memorize him. You were getting that shot now, with the benefit of knowing he’d likely never want to touch you after tonight.
But the fear was there, too. Your heart thrummed with it, the knowing that he’d pull away again, the you’d need to start over on losing him again. It would hurt. But you’d take the hurt for the chance to love him again, just for a bit.
His hand slipped down your face, down your arm, down your side to your hip. He pulled your body flush against his. You felt his hardness through the sweatpants and, before you could do anything to stop it, you instinctively worked your hips against his own. He moaned against your lips, dipping his tongue into your mouth. He hiked your leg over his hip and pulled you tightly to him so your core was pressed against the root of him. He ground against you, making you moan as his hand slipped below the sweater and up your back.
He pulled his lips just far enough from you to say one word.
“Bed.”
You just nodded, breathless, and he got up before pulling you to your feet. His lips found yours again immediately, his hands going to the hem of the sweater and pulling it up and over your head. You followed suit with the sweatshirt, separating from your kiss only long enough to remove the clothes and cast them aside.
Joel kissed down your jaw to your throat, looking down your body and seeing that you still had panties on. He dropped to his knees and slid those down your body, too, leaving you bare and blushing before him. He looked up at you before be pressed a kiss to your stomach, working his way up your body until he was at your mouth again. You tugged his sweatpants and underwear down and off, leaving them where they landed as Joel stepped out of them.
He left his lips against yours as he pushed you back toward the bed. You fell onto it, scooting back so you were in the middle of it and he crawled on top of you, one of his hands finding your slick seam.
His fingers teased you open gently, pulling a quiet moan from your throat and spilling it onto his tongue. He sank one digit into you slowly, softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your clit. Your fingers found his cock - so thick and hard, you’d almost forgotten how big he was in the months since you’d last had him. You felt your body clench at the thought of him inside you, filling you.
He eased another finger inside you, spreading them, hooking them into the spot in you that made you quiver.
“Already feel so good Baby,” he breathed against your lips. “Fuck, you always feel so fucking good…”
He kept working you deeper, harder, faster, groaning as your hips rocked against his hand. For a moment, it was like you forgot everything but what he felt like inside you - you even forgot how to kiss him - and you came around him, your whole body throbbing with it, a gasping moan slipping from your lips.
“Good, Baby,” he said, collecting your wetness on his fingers. “So fucking good for me.”
“Joel,” you whimpered, working his shaft. “What do you want?”
“Just you,” he said, lowering himself on top of you, kissing you softly. “Need inside you…”
He took your wetness and made himself slick with it, rubbing his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.
Even just his head made you gasp for breath, your back arching into his touch.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Missed you so fucking much…”
He kissed you as he sank into your body, easing in until he was completely sheathed within you. You worked your hips back against him, the two of you finding a slow, aching, needy rhythm together.
You didn’t remember ever feeling quite this full, his cock stretching you, touching every part of your insides. You never wanted him to leave, never wanted him to stop. All you wanted was for him to lose himself in you the same way you were lost in him.
He adjusted your hips, made it so he was working your clit with every deep, commanding stroke. Your body tightened with pleasure, gripping him, pulling him closer and deeper until he made you come apart around him, your whole being going slack in his arms.
He fucked you through your orgasm, giving you no respite and you loved it, the desperation of it making you tighten around him again almost instantly.
“Want to cum with you,” he said, voice desperate. “What do you…”
“Just you,” you clung to him, working your hips against him harder and faster, your third orgasm growing. “Just don’t leave, just keep…”
He kept up his pace, the feeling of him everywhere so overwhelming that it sent you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him as he came deep inside you with a groan. He collapsed beside you and you prepared to have him reinstate the distance. He didn’t. Instead, he pulled you tightly against him, holding you close, like you still mattered to him.
You were half asleep when you thought you heard him say “I love you.”
A/N: GUYS IT'S NOT A HAPPY ENDING FOR THEM YET OK, IT'S NOT DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP FOR IT BECAUSE I'M GOING TO WRECK THEM NEXT CHAPTER THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU GET
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Jealousy
After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand
Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.
You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.
You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"
You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.
She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"
She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.
After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"
She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"
You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"
You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"
You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"
Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.
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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.
The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"
You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.
"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"
Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.
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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"
You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.
When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.
The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"
You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"
You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.
When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"
You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"
You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.
"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.
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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"
She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"
She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"
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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.
He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"
Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"
You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?
He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?
Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?
You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.
Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"
Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"
The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.
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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"
Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"
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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.
"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.
What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?
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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.
You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"
He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.
When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.
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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"
"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"
"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"
You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"
Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"
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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.
You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"
A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"
His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.
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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"
Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.
You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.
"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"
He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"
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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"
His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.
One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.
His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.
You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"
He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"
He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"
You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"
#au billy russo#billy russo x y/n#billy russo au#billy russo x you#billy russo fanfic#billy russo x reader
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i can make a wednesday request and the reader argues then the reader ignores her and gives the silent treatment going as far as avoiding being next to her and sleeping in a different room but then when the reader goes to apologize to wednesday the reader sees Tyler kissing wednesday friday so the reader goes up to tyler and starts hitting tyler until he bleeds but wednesday is on tyler's side instead of the reader so the reader ends up becoming distant from wednesday but they make up
All you wanted to do was to get your girlfriend to calm down on the case but she waas annoyed as she was with the case so the argument started. Things were said brought up as you were walking out the room, "Maybe go ask you Boyfriend Tyler since you go to him for help". You said as you slammed the behind you as you pushed students and staff out your way to get to your dorm.
The first day you and Wednesday didn't talk to each other as Enid, Yoko, Xavier, Ajax, and even Bianca asked what was happening but non got an answer.
Enid did talk to Wednesday about it as she told her that you were trying to help so she went to your dorm but no answer at your door. The next day of class Wednesday tried to get close to you but she was pushed away and with a few more days of this she just thought you would come to her when you are ready.
So after class you were dragged by your friend Yoko as her, Enid, Ajax looked at you as they wouldn't let you leave. So after a little like therapy session you went to go and apologize to Wednesday.
When told that Wednesday would be in town you made you way over. But as you were looking for her you watched from the shadows as you saw Tyler kiss Wednesday. You walked back to Nevermore angry as you lost your girlfriend to some Normie so you began to blame yourself. Lucky for you the weekend was tomorrow so you knew what to do.
You left Nevermore all day as you didn't want to be bothered by no one. You walked around the forest as you thought about your argument with Wednesday getting you more ready on what you were going to do.
The night was cold as you made your way to the little coffee shop seeing Tyler sweeping the floors as once he turned around he felt a punch to the face, looking to see who it was and he saw you.
With the surprise attack Tyler could hardly hold his own against you. As you kept punching him you were sure you were gonna kill him as there was nothing but blood. As you were going in for another punch you were pulled back by Wednesday, when you notice it was her you pushed her away from you.
"Get away from you" "Y/n what is this" "I saw last night and you know what Wednesday I knew you were no good. It's over im done", you said pushing the doors open walking out into the night.
You were back in your room as again you felt hurt bandaging your small cuta you made. That night you hardly felt sleepy as nothing but rage was washing over you.
You were woken by loud knocking at your door, thinking it was Weems you got up and opened it only to be met by Wednesday. Right away you were going to slam the door Wednesday stopped it as she let herself in. "What do you want" "Y/n can I explain" "What, you and Tyler don't worry its clear to me now" "Y/n I don't want Tyler I want you" "Bullshit what happen last night" "He kissed me I swear Y/n once he kissed me I pushed him away.
You only looked at her as she stood infront of you, you didn't know what to think but you knew Wednesday wasn't a liar so you looked away from her. Wednesday reached for your hands as she gazed her fingers over your cuts. "Thing wants to know when you would come back to talk with hom" "Does Thing really want me there" "Yes he misses you" "Tell him I'm sorry" "Mi Amour". You looked at her and with that you hugged her close as she hugged you back. You looked at her face as you both kissed as this kiss told everything you both felt.
The sorrys were felt, the forgiveness was there, and the passion was definitely there. As this kiss was forgiveness.
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tears of the kingdom (ayj x f!reader)
genre: fluff || word count: 1.7k
author's note: two works in a day, who is she?? anyways my kitsch obsession gave birth to my jock yujin fixation and then this came about so i hope y'all enjoy mwamwa
"zelda...zelda...where is it?"
maybe there was a god up there because the sequel to one of your favorite games of all time, the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom, happened to come out on the last day of your final exams of the year. you'd been skipping lunch since the game was announced so that you could pick up a copy for yourself on release day. and now here you were, scanning the wall of small titles against bright red spines looking for your well-deserved reward.
mumbling to yourself, your eyes repeatedly raked over the switch covers while debating with yourself whether you should cut your losses and just ask the lone worker by the counter. which you'd rather die than do -- the only person you'd want to be talking to is princess zelda, thank you very much.
a certain someone didn't get the memo, apparently.
"um, hey," you heard from beside you. everyone and their mother could recognize that voice anywhere.
"you're y/n, right? i'm yujin, we go to school together."
of course i know who you are, ahn yujin. resident quarterback, heartthrob, and obnoxious little sh--"oh yeah, that's me," you ended up saying.
don't get it twisted: you definitely saw the appeal if she just wasn't so. damn. loud. your morning would be perfect: birds chirping, wind blowing, and food digesting until you'd hear yujin and her cronies pass the halls making way too much noise for 6:30 in the morning.
"oh thank god, someone who can help me," she sighed in relief. your curiosity was piqued: why was yujin in a video game store at 9pm on a friday night when jang wonyoung was throwing a huge rager on the other side of town (whether or not you were invited is unimportant).
"you do know there's someone who gets paid to do that right over there, right?" you remarked with a raise of your eyebrow.
"i mean, i guess you're right, but i could say the same for you."
how long had she been standing there then?! and how did she notice that...
"touche."
she beamed, showing off her charming eye smile. "well, can you help me?"
"with...?" you asked apprehensively. if there was anything you were known for, it was for reading into things way too much. your friends would go to you last for anything because of how much time you spent directing every little happening. what if i'm being punk'd and the whole football team is outside ready to burst through with their cameras and--
"um, my friend sakura's birthday is coming up and i wanted to get her this game," she pulled up google and then showed you her phone. "you know it?"
lo and behold, there was the cover art for the very game you were looking for.
"oh yeah, i know it. i've been looking for it here too, actually, but it doesn't look like there's any on the shelves."
"huh," she remarked with a pout. cute--wait, what?
"i mean, we could try asking the guy over there? you know, the one who gets paid to look for it?" i asked, looking over to the tall and lanky boy who sat behind the counter who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
she chuckled. "well, i guess you're right."
on the short trip across the store, your mind would not. shut. up.
wait, she knows kkura-unnie? but her and kkura-unnie could not be farther from each other on the high school food chain. then again, anything is possible: this is a world where ahn yujin could act all shy and quiet, notice me talking to myself, and look like a puppy dressed in her varsity hoodie and cyclers instead of partying it up with the rest of the school.
"excuse me, do you have this game in stock?" she asked the boy -- whose name tag read 'felix' -- expectantly.
"hm, we've only got one copy left though," felix replied after checking the stack of switch games under the counter and placing the lone copy on it.
you and yujin looked at each other, eyes wide, and going through your own dilemmas.
"oh, really...?" you asked.
"yeah, a bunch of people came to pick up some copies throughout the day."
"hm, alright. well, she'll take it," yujin said.
felix hummed in acknowledgement and scanned the game while you looked over at the girl in disbelief.
"but..."
"kkura-unnie's birthday isn't until sunday; i've got time. come on, felix is waiting for your payment."
you didn't even register him telling you the price because you were just staring at this girl. what in the...
"oh, i'm sorry. here you are," you said as you took out your weeks worth of allowance. yujin noticed your face scrunch up as you passed over $70 in cash to felix and couldn't suppress her little chuckle.
you both made your way out of the store with yujin holding the door open for you and the rest of the store to be met with a gust of cold, refreshing night air.
"are you sure you don't want this game? it might be hard to find tomorrow -- i mean, you saw how this was the last copy they had in stock..." you turned your body to face her, arms flailing about as you spoke. all you were met with was an easy smile from the star quarterback.
"don't sweat it, y/n. i saw that you really wanted it and besides, my presence is enough of a gift for kkura-unnie, don't you think? she'll understand," she replied cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes in response.
"anyways, i'll get going, bye yujin!"
"wait! do you need a ride home? it's pretty late, don't you think?"
"don't sweat it, yujinnie," you turned her words around on her. "my house isn't much farther from here."
"don't you live nearby wonyoungie?"
"yes...? how'd you know that?"
"i've been known to be observant," she replied nonchalantly.
"is that just code for 'stalker' or..."
"yah!" exasperated at the accusation, she hit your shoulder.
"i'm kidding, i'm kidding, god did you have to hit me?!"
her eyes went wide in worry. " i am so s--"
"stalker, violent, man, wait until the school hears the truth about their resident heartthrob," you joked, trying to ease her worries, which seems to have worked when you saw her shoulders relax and her trademark smile take over her features.
"anyways, let me give you a ride home. i was going to go over to wonyoung's anyways," she said.
"if you insist," you replied.
quietly, you both made your way over to her car. she opened the door for you before making her way over to the driver's side, the action making you raise your eyebrows before getting inside. she turned on the ignition and reminded you to put your seatbelt on.
"i'm not an idiot," you rolled your eyes.
"better safe than sorry, y/n. i wouldn't want your blood on my hands."
your eyes might as well have been seeing the back of your skull with how much you'd been rolling your eyes at the girl. when she heard the buckle click, she started making her way out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
around strangers, you were usually reserved. you pretty much just flew around the school like a ghost, doing your own things with no one minding you. it took a while for you to get talkative.
it took one night for ahn yujin. what can you say, the girl was interesting.
"i'm curious, how do you know kkura-unnie?"
"oh, we go to the same dance class every weekend."
she dances?! "you dance?!"
"is that so surprising?" she spared you a glance before focusing back on the road. she's got precious cargo after a--what?
"kinda, yeah. i'm learning a lot about you, ahn yujin."
"only good things, i'm hoping."
"very good things, yujinnie."
after talking about anything and everything, you realized she'd already pulled up to the front of your house.
"well, here you are."
"oh. alright," you replied, the disappointment evident in your tone. you were about to open the door when yujin spoke up.
"hey, i don't know about you, but i had a lot of fun, y/n. if you're down, do you wanna hang out again...?" she looked over at you like she was preparing for the worst.
all you gave her was a small smile. "i'd love to, yujinnie."
her entire face brightened up and then she grabbed a marker from her glove compartment. you just stared at her as she grabbed your hand and wrote her phone number down, your face heating up slowly but surely.
"text me, okay?"
"alright, yujinnie. go enjoy your party!" you said as you walked out and closed the door.
"and go enjoy your game, y/n. good night!" she called out and waited for you to go inside your house before driving off.
6 months later...
your morning could not have gotten any worse. you slept in, skipped breakfast, and it was raining like hell. the rowdy quarterbacks were basically drowned out by the storm.
which explains why you didn't notice her until you felt a heavy yet comforting jacket resting on your shoulders, followed by slender arms wrapping around your shoulders. you looked up and saw ahn yujin: star quarterback, quiet lover, and your heartthrob.
"hey," she looked down at you with an easy smile. you smiled back, although it looked a lot more like a grimace as your lips formed a thin line and your cheeks puffed up.
"i saw your messages. i brought you a croissant," she said while placing the paper bag on your desk.
"thank you, yujinnie," you said while wrapping your arms around her waist and tightening your hold on the girl. past y/n would be screaming, crying, throwing up at this, you thought to yourself. she hummed before leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
"i'll go ahead, but i hope your morning gets better, love. are we still on for later?" she asked expectantly. you chuckled. "of course we are, yujinnie. go now!" you said as you playfully shoved her away. she ran off, but not without sparing you one last glance: the same one that got you hooked all those months ago.
"eh?! you're dating yujin-ah?!" you heard from beside you. your eyes went wide as sakura's unmistakeable voice finally settled in.
this'll be a long morning...
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Unplanned | Part seven
Summary: You are pregnant with Mick. It’s not going as planned; in fact, it’s not planned. Everything happens so fast, and everything is chaotic. Mick has a hard time accepting it. You have difficulty realizing that two of you may not be raising this child.
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“I’m gonna go,” He said, clearing his throat. He scratches the back of his head nervously by putting a hand in front of his intimacy to hide his growing excitement.
The next few days followed, and she felt comfortable at the Schumacher house. Corinna was the sweetest making sure she was comfortable and had everything. While Gina makes her see the countryside of Switzerland. Mick already had a few plans prepared with his friends, and he wanted to cancel, but she clearly said she didn’t mind if he wanted to have fun with his friend, and he did.
They haven’t talked about what might have happened that night, but she doesn’t think she can stop wanting him every night since. To feel him near her, that he loves her. And Mick can’t help but want to fuck her whenever he sees her. He does not understand how she could intoxicate him in such a short time. He is a prisoner of her touch, of her look, of her smell.
He had to leave the room several times, so much so that having her next to him made him crazy. Having to hide in his room like a teenager to relieve himself.
“Stop stealing my houses,” she says, pouting.
“Stop stealing my property.” He answers by pulling his tongue.
“Am not.”
“You are.” He said, leaning his body closer to hers.
“I am not,” She whispers, biting her lower lip.
“My God, I love her lips.” Think Mick looking at her lips with envy. His eyes blackened with the desire to kiss her. To capture her pink lips and kiss them until death followed.
Touch her body and possess it again. Do it sober. To take her there, now, in the family room in plain sight. So that everyone knows that she is his. Just by this thought, his cheeks blush, and an erection begins. She smiles wisely, knowing very well the effect she has on him.
He apologizes and leaves the room quickly. She giggles gently before fondling Angie’s head lying at her feet. She takes her phone and looks at the photos of the last few days. Mick is not present much, but those where he is, are her favourites.
But, there is something or other someone who comes to tarnish this beautiful picture of reunion.
He feels terrible cause he still hasn’t told her that he will be leaving in a few days for Australia with his friend. It was only on the 29th that he came to her room and told her he was leaving a few hours later. She was obviously surprised and didn’t expect him to go this quickly. He was leaving her alone, like most days he did. But she didn’t say much. She was just upset that he wasn’t willing to put her first. But she remembers that she’s not his girlfriend and she is just some girl he got pregnant with. So why would he actually care about her and her feelings? Maybe because they really grew close together during the short time they had.
Mick wasn’t aware of all the thoughts that were entering her mind. Something changed when Nina came to his house with Jake to pick him up.
He met Nina at the party in Abu Dhabi. She’s so different from Y/n. She’s popular and beautiful to most people, really superficial, but she’s nice and doesn’t judge him or anything. They met a couple of times after that, and he liked her. She’s good in bed, and she makes him forget about Y/n.
When she saw her. Running into Mick's arm and kissing him all over. She really felt her heart stop. She wanted to throw up. “How stupid can I be?” She thinks, going back to her room. She didn’t want to see them or anyone, actually. The only thing that mattered was to get out of this house, of this country and away from him as possible. “How could he lie to her like that? Why didn’t he mention that he got himself a girlfriend?”
She didn’t know why she was this upset, but maybe it was because she thought something was between them. Something more than just tension and this pregnancy. She could feel it and see it. She wasn't unaware of the effect she had on him. She was fully aware of all the moments they spent together. He was genially happy and excited. So why didn’t he mention he had a girlfriend?
He left with his friend and his new “girlfriend.” without looking back. He felt terrible because he knew he had broken her heart. He saw her leave with tears in her eyes, and he wanted to go after, to be with her. But nothing is simple, and he can't just be a jerk to Nina. “Then why am I a jerk to Y/n?” He also didn’t tell her he had stopped talking to her because he had found someone else. She cried a bit, but she knew he wouldn’t invest in it that much.
She left on the 30th for Canada, joining her parents for the new year. She spends the rest of her time at the Schumacher in her room, avoiding his mom and sister. “God, she hates their pity looks.” Only thanking Corinna and Gina, who had sad eyes, feeling bad for her. She promised to send a few pictures after the new echography. She didn’t say much when she came back to her parents. She spent the entire new year looking through her phone and watching Mick having fun on a Yacht, smoking and drinking, and getting a lap dance from his new girlfriend. She doesn’t know why she was upset that much, but she was. She cried most of the night, listening to the videos in loops.
The first few weeks of January were pretty calm. She went for the second echo. She is now in her second trimester. The morning sickness has stopped, and she can finally eat normally again. She received messages from Mick wishing her a Happy New Year and asking about the baby, but she didn’t respond to any of them. She was mad and didn’t know why she was mad at him, but she was.
It’s the 15th of January that she got the news about her baby. During the appointment, she felt kind of overwhelmed and sad. For the second time, she was alone with the doctor, looking at the screen. Unable to see anything clearly, and making her cry. The only thing that reassured her was the sound of his little heart—valiantly pumping its little heart.
She was happy but felt a bit empty that Mick wasn’t there. She wants him by her side, with her, away from that bitch. A wave of anger invaded her, and she thanked the doctor, leaving the consultation. The little pictures of the ultrasound in her hand and the little recording of the heart in her phone, she puts on her headphones and presses start to listen to that heart beating. The heart of her baby.
Sitting on a bench outside the hospital, she remains there for a good thirty minutes, caressing her belly with her eyes closed, waiting for her mother to come and take her home.
“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n!” Her mother yells, taking off her headphones. “Can you answer when I call you?”
“Sorry I didn’t hear.” She apologizes, gets into the car, and looks out the window.
Only when she returned to the comfort of her home that she calls Corinna, as she promised. Her mother disapproves of all of them. She wants her daughter to be happy and this pregnancy to be a wonderful time for her, but nothing goes as planned, and it upsets her.
“Yes, Corinna, the baby is perfectly fine. It has all his legs and all his arms. I’ll send you the picture of the echo in a few minutes.” She repeats for the fifth time.
“And how are you? You don’t do anything too physical?”
“I’m well. Stop worrying. The morning sickness finally stops, and I feel more like myself.”
‘‘Perfect! Do you have everything? Did Mick text you?” Corinna asks again, asking lots of questions at the same time. A tear rings in her eye. The mother of her child’s father is more worried about her well-being than the father himself. And this is a blow to her.
“He did... I just didn’t have the time the answer him.” She responds with a ball of emotion in her voice.
“Something happens? You can tell me. I have no problem getting him back on track, Liebe.”
“No, it’s me. I just... I shouldn’t discuss this with you, and I must go. Please stop sending hundreds of messages every day.” She asks quickly, finishing the conversation as soon as possible. The pressure in her voice does not allow her more words.
“Y/n?”
She starts crying. “Fucking hormones!” She wanted Mick for her, with her. She’s upset about being so emotional about it.
Corinna looks at her phone and sees that something is wrong. She knows she doesn’t have to interfere in her son’s life anymore, but it’s starting to take a lot of time. She appreciates very much, Y/n. She is a lovely and intelligent girl, much better than that Nina scoundrel that her son brought home a few times.
Mick tries to call her several time after talking to his mother. She looks at her phone, not wanting to respond, but it’s finally the fifth call that her mother has responded to.
“Y/n?”
“No, it’s her mother.”
“Can I speak with Y/n, please?” he demands.
“Can you stop harassing my daughter? Don’t you think you already make her feel miserable? You can tell your mother that too, and she doesn’t want to talk or see any of you.” She says harshly, leaving her daughter, who tries to get her phone back.
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s too bad for you.”She says sarcastically.
“Wait... you can’t talk to me that way!”
“I can talk to you the way I want. You already change her entire life for her. Don’t you think you have done enough?”
‘‘We were two that night.” He says, trying to defend himself.
“Oh please, she doesn’t even remember much of that night. You probably abuse her or something like that.”
“Mom, stop it.” Begged her while trying to grab her phone again.
“This boy needs to know he can’t mess with you just because he’s rich and has a famous surname. You have feelings too, and I don’t want to see you down again because he wants to get every girl he gets pregnant.”
“What?” Mick offends on the phone.
“Don’t play innocent young boy. We saw the video of you and your girlfriend. So now, you return to your girlfriend and forget about us, and we can take care of this ourselves.”
“It’s my baby too.”
“Well, you should have thought of that before going to Australia and letting her all alone in your home with your mother and sister. You didn’t even pick her up at the airport.”
“I...”
“You lost your voice? It’s not about you and never will be. Now leave our family alone and forget we told you about this.” She hung up before he could say another word.
Mick was pitchless. Never in his life had he thought he hurt her. He is an imbecile, and how can he think you wouldn’t mind him spending time with his friends while you were alone at his house? He’s so stupid and starts crying, looking at his mother and sister.
“I can’t believe she talked to you that way. What a crazy woman.” His mother is offended.
“Mom.”
“Of course, you can have some time with your friends.”
“Mom...”
“She’s not your girlfriend, even though the other is not great. It’s a good thing you stop seeing her.” His mother says, going into the kitchen. Mick gets up from the couch and walks outside.
He walks, he doesn’t know where, but he needs to walk away. Away from his mother, his home, her, Nina, and everyone. Why does no one understand that this whole thing is so difficult for him, too?
Gina sighs while watching Mick leave. She knows he needs to be alone, but she needs to understand to help him even though she orders her mother not to get involved in the affairs that keep her. She is still her big sister, and it is her little brother. He’s in pain, and he clearly needs advice.
She takes two glasses of juice and goes out to join her brother. She finds it a few minutes later, returning from the field towards the barn.
“Mick. Stop torturing yourself like that.” Gina says, sitting next to him. “Drink that juice. It’ll do you good. It’s not your fault.”
“But of course, I had something to do with it! Of course, I had something to do with it! I didn’t wear a condom once. Just once! I didn’t have any, and she wasn’t aware of basically anything, and I was the one who wanted to do it. I’m the one who insisted! Result, now, she pays for everything. Not my fault? Fuck, but you don’t understand.” He yells, smashing the glass into one of the barn walls, going out like a madman to the garden, and punching the door in his path.
“Mick!” Yells Corinna, getting out of the house.
“Was, Mom!" He yells back. “Sie haben recht..” What, mom! They are right.
“Was?” What?
“Wir schrieben wochenlang, bevor ich Nina sah."He admits. “Sie ist außergewöhnlich, aber ich hätte nie gedacht, dass sie mich mögen würde. Und am Tag bevor ich ging, waren wir zusammen im Bett. Ich hielt ihre kleine Beule und sie sagte, sie sei endlich glücklich, mich an ihrer Seite zu haben. Ich bin derjenige, der kein Kondom anziehen wollte. Ich bin derjenige, der sich nicht um die Folgen gekümmert hat, und jetzt lebt sie mit ihnen. Don’t you understand! I fucked up! I fucking fucked up!” We texted for weeks before I started seeing Nina. She’s extraordinary, but I never thought she would like me. And the day before I left, we were in bed together. I held her tiny bump, and she said she was finally happy to have me by her side. I’m the one who didn’t want to put on a condom. I’m the one who didn’t care about the consequence, and now she is living with them.
“Well, she was there...” Corinna tries to confort him.
“She was drunker than I was.” He screams. “She wanted it, but I should have stopped because I was more conscious than her. She didn’t even realize I jerked into her.’‘
‘‘I...”
“Kannst du aufhören, so naiv zu sein und denken, dass ich nichts falsch mache? I fucking bred her because I was so amazed by her. You know what I felt that night when I was into her. I thought about how much I wanted her to be mine forever, how I wanted her to have my kids and be my wife. We only met for a few hours, and I was already under a spell, and she didn’t even know it.” Can you stop being so naive and think I don't do anything wrong?
“Schatz...” Honey
“Ich liebe sie, ich liebe sie, mom. But everything is going too fast. She’s already fourteen weeks pregnant. In 26 weeks, she would have our baby. I love her. Ich habe das Echo auf meinen Homescreen gesetzt, weil ich den ganzen Tag an sie denke. During the new year, all I could think about was her. How I wanted to be by her side and not Nina. I know I fuck Nina, but I moan her name. That’s why Nina broke up with me.” I love her, I love her, mom. I fucking put the echo on my home screen because I think of her all day long.
Corinna didn’t know what to say to all this. She was speechless, and she now has a way a more precise portrait of the situation. She sighed and took her son in her arm. How could she be so blind about all this? About her son? About Y/n. Of course, this sweet girl wasn’t the problem. He was, and he needed to take responsibility.
She sighs, taking her broken son in her arms. She lulls him for a few minutes while he calms down, and she thinks about a solution. Gina is in the background with tears in her eyes at her brother's distress. She has never seen him so collapse, and it hurts her heart.
Corinna’s mind is thinking a thousand times an hour. How would this young woman forgive her son? How will he do it? Or will he do it? How?
“You go to her. Invited her to ROC, and we can fix this.” She whispers in his ear.
“I...”
“You take the first plane to Canada tomorrow. Go to her. Will think about the rest later. Baby, ich weiß, es ist nicht einfach und diese ganze Situation ist nur Scheiße, aber wenn du sie liebst. Geh zu ihr und bring sie zu dir.” Baby, I know this isn’t easy, and this whole situation is just shit, but if you love her. Go find her and bring her to you.
Mick takes the time to think about his mother’s idea before approving it.
The following day, he jumps on the next plane available for Canada, which is a three-connection, but he doesn't care at this point. He waits hours for his next connection at the Charles de Gaulle airport. Trying to think about what to say or do.
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What Was Said - Part 2
Angst w/ Mark Estapa
Part 1
Last night was definitely not something I expected to happen. My roommates got home about an hour after Mark left so they have no idea what had happened, but from what Mark told me I’m guessing they know he was here. I made my way out to the kitchen and sat at the table across from Cami, while Kylie was at the stove cooking.
“So, you guys saw Mark last night?” I say looking at Cami
“Yeah” she replied
“He wouldn’t stop asking about you” Kylie says from across the kitchen
“Yeah he told me”
“Wait, he came over?” Cami says and Kylie pushes her pan away from the hot stove, and turning it off quickly before turning around to fully engage in the conversation
“Yeah, he said you guys ‘sold me out’”
“What is that even supposed to mean ‘sold you out’? He was so drunk we didn’t think he would walk over here” Kylie says
“All we said is that you were home, where else would you be at midnight? Cami confirms
“Anyways, what happened” Kylie says taking a seat
“It was messy. I’ll tell you about it after”
“Bummer!!! I want all the gossip later!” Kylie says standing back up to plate her breakfast.
My phone buzzes, grabbing everyone's attention, I turn it over and read Ethan’s contact on my phone.
“It’s not Mark, if that is why you guys are all staring at me” I laugh before unlocking my phone to see the message. The message was Ethan asking me how I was doing, so I quickly replied before turning the screen off and going back up to my room. I sit at my desk and finish some assignments and do some extra studying since I missed all last week.
As bad as it sounds I don’t know if seeing Mark just as miserable helped build me back up. Of course that is something that breaks my heart to think about but I can seek comfort knowing that he is just as lost without me. I still love him, but I tell myself that maybe this is the first step of moving on.
The school week went by and a drunk Mark had not made his way to my doorstep, until Friday night. It was around 6pm and I was just cleaning the dishes as the girls were heading out to the Quarterfinals at Yost.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Kylie asks as they put their coats on. I look at them to answer
“I’m- I can’t” I say before turning back around facing the sink.
“Okay, well win or lose tonight you are coming tomorrow” Kylie says as they both wave goodbye and open the front door. I did not hear the door shut behind them, instead I heard Kylie speak again, “Shouldn’t you be at Yost?”.
“No” I hear Mark reply followed by his heavy feet stomping up the porch stairs, “She home?” he slurs his words again. The door shuts and I make my way closer to the door so I can hear the conversation. I make my way closer to the door
“No, she left already” Cami butts in
“Mark, shouldn’t you be getting ready to play?” Kylie says
“Fucker scratched me” Mark says taking a seat on the stairs as both the girls didn’t know what to say, “I’ll wait here for her”
“No, don’t do that. You still need to be at the arena right?” Cami says and can’t hear what Kylie whispers to her.
I listened to enough, I went back over to the kitchen to grab my phone and try to text Ethan, he answers back almost immediately:
Y/N: Mark is drunk
Y/N: On my front porch
Y/N: Just got here like 5 minutes ago
Eddy 🐴: Trus is on his way
I hear my front door open again followed by, “I’ll get you some water while you wait, since you insist on staying here” then the door shut again. Kylie makes her way into the kitchen, “Mark is-”
“I know”
“Umm hey guys” Kylie and I both turn to see Cami, “He passed out”
“Fuck” I say pulling my phone out and finding Truss’ number. I rings a few times before he answers
“Hello?”
“Hey, are you coming alone?” I ask him
“No, Phil is here too. We are just pulling in” he says and I can hear Phil in the background of the call saying ‘holy shit’.
“Okay, I’ll come out” I say, hanging up the phone.
I make my way to the front door, I open it to see the two guys shaking Mark’s shoulder. Truss and Phil look up
“Ethan didn’t say he was this out of it” Truss says as Phil pushes Mark up so he is sitting up right.
“Bro, what the fuck” Phil says standing back up and Mark mumbles in return.
“Put him on my couch, he doesn’t look like he is going anywhere right now” I say reaching behind Mark to pull him up and Phil helps.
“Here hang him off this shoulder” Truss says, positioning Mark on his good shoulder as Phil moves under the other one. They entered the house and dropped him on the couch. I followed them into the house watching Mark stumble until he dropped. The boys turned and looked at me.
“We will send some non-injured guys over after to remove him” Truss says, and I look over at Mark before looking back at Truss
“He can stay” I say and they furrow their brows in confusion
“Okay, well we really need to get back” Phil says
“Wait” I say and they both look back, “Why was he scratched tonight?”
“That’s why” Phil says pointing at Mark passed out on the couch, “He tried to practice like that yesterday”
“He was scratched for the weekend” Truss adds
“Oh” I say, feeling awful, “Well thank you guys!” I thank them as they leave. The girls leave shortly after. As soon as I am alone, I can’t help but cry. I start to blame myself for not listening to Mark last weekend. Or not going over to talk to him. Or bare minimum unblocking his number.
I sit and watch Mark sleep on the couch. After a while I get up to get Advil and a glass of water ready for him and put it on the table before walking up the stairs to get ready for bed. My phone starts to ring around 10, so I answer seeing it is Ethan.
“Hey, you win?” I say
“Yeah, he still there?”
“Yeah, he is on the couch”
“Okay, I’ll come in a bit”
“It’s fine. Come get him in the morning”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I should talk to him before he gets kicked off the team”
“Good idea” Ethan says, “Okay, well then text me in the morning and I’ll come”. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. I head to bed and turn off my light.
I wake up and head downstairs to see an empty couch. I see Mark’s phone is still here as I hear the downstairs toilet flush and a messy haired Mark exit back into the room.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go” he says, coming back over and grabbing his phone.
“Mark sit” I say and he turns to look at me almost as if he was seeing if I was serious, “please”. Mark sits on the couch across from me. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I say, and a tear is already threatening to fall
“Because I fucked up” he says looking down at his feet then pushing his hand through his hair before looking back up at me, “I wanted to give you space, but I should have fought for you” he says as a tear slides down my face. The tone in his voice is evidence enough that he was beating himself up.
“I’m not going to sit here and judge you and tell you everything you did wrong-”
“Well you should” Mark says as a tear rolls down his face, “What I said to you was awful, and not only that but not true. The past two weeks without you are proof of that because my life has been hell”. This is the first time I’ve seen Mark cry in front of me.
“You hurt me M-mark, but I can’t see you ruin your life l-like this” I say
“Why? I thought you’d enjoy this, I would if I were you”
“Because I still love you” I reach out grabbing his hand and he looks deeper into my eyes, “Just don’t break my heart again”
“Never” he says leaning in hugging me. I hug him back he he muffles into my shoulder, “I love you more than you’ll ever know”
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Real First Date//Vance Hopper
Vance Hopper X Fem!reader
Summary: Vance and reader are best friends and he asks to hang out after school, but she thinks he wants it to be something more
Content Warning: swearing, kissing
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Y'all...I don't know how I ended up writing this, but I actually really like it. Sorry if there's any typos, I wrote this whole thing in like a day (that's a record for me). And I apologize if anything seems out of character, it's really hard to write for Vance since he had like six minutes of screen time, so like 75% is based on head canons. Anyways, this is already too long, so I hope you enjoy the fic!!! Happy belated New Years!!! 🥰
You looked into the mirror, your critical reflection staring back at you. You looked like a mess. You sighed loudly, letting your face fall into your hands.
"My god, why the hell do I care so much?" You complained to yourself. After all, you were just going to hang out with your best friend...it's not like you hadn't done this a million times before.
Right?
No.
For some reason, this time was different. It all started after school. You met up with, Vance, your best friend after class. Although this wasn't unusual, you did this every day. Vance was extra quiet, which concerned you cause he usually never shut his mouth.
You asked him if he was okay. He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.
"Actually, can I ask you something" He huffed.
You said yes, and he proceeded to ask you if you wanted to go rollerskating with him after school.
"I know it's stupid, you don't have to say yes." You remember him saying.
"Of course I'll go, why would I say no?" You replied
"I don't know...I just thought never mind, see ya later." He said before turning to walk the other way.
You spent the whole walk home, and several hours after thinking about how weird the exchange was.
Why was he so nervous? You had never known Vance Hopper to be nervous about anything. It wasn't unusual for you to hang out after school...in fact you did almost every Friday.
Maybe it wasn't just a regular hang out to him, maybe he wanted it to be something more.
You thought about how Vance seemed to have a soft spot for you. Of course the boy had anger issues, he couldn't go a week without getting into a fight, sometimes even with his friends.
But with all the times you had gotten on his nerves, or done something that should make him angry, he had never lost his temper on you.
You used to brush that off as simply a friendship thing. After all, most people don't like to fight with their best friends, but maybe...you weren't just his best friend. You didn't know why but that thought made your heart skip a beat.
You decided to push the thoughts aside as you got ready to leave.
But now you found yourself sitting here, with a knot in your stomach. You looked at the clock next to your bed and realized you had to get going, so you gave your hair one last comb through, put on your shoes, and headed out the door.
The roller rink was within walking distance of your house, as were most places in your small town.
The wind whipped through your hair, making the extra brushing you had done pointless. You sighed in annoyance and continued walking.
When you finally approached the florescent lights of the roller rink you saw Vance waiting near the entrance.
You quickly combed your fingers through your hair, and walked up to him.
"Hey." you said happily.
"Finally, what took so long? I've been waiting here for like twenty minutes." Vance complained, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I think someone needs to learn some patience." You snapped.
"Shut up, asshole." He shoved you slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You mindlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door. The place was crowded, as to be expected, it was a Friday night after all. The music was at full volume, the bass echoing off the walls of the building.
You looked down and realized you were still holding Vance's hand, you shook it off and shoved your hand in your pocket nervously.
You saw Vance side eye you, and he looked almost embarrassed...
"Come on, let's go rent some skates." He said, beginning to walk towards the front desk.
After the two of you paid for your skates you put them on, and made your way over to the rink.
"Is now a bad time to mention that I've never been skating before?" You said nervously, this was something that hadn't crossed your mind until now.
"Seriously?" Vance said, rolling his eyes.
You smiled sheepishly, blushing slightly.
"It's easy, here, I'll show you how." Vance exclaimed as he stepped into the rink. He extended his left hand, and you took it.
As you stepped onto the rink, it felt like you were standing on a giant slippery magnet and your shoes were made of metal.
It was a fight to stay on your feet as you held on to Vance's hand for dear life.
"Oh my god, how the hell do people do this." you complained.
"Well you've gotta stop moving around so much." he said in annoyance, taking his remaining arm and wrapping it around your waist to support you. You felt your heart rate increase as he did this, and you realized this was the first time you had ever been this close to him.
Despite the nervousness you were feeling from the fact that you could barely stand, his presence seemed to calm you.
"Isn't moving around what you're supposed to do?" you shoot back.
"Ugh, shut up and just listen to me." He snapped, tightening his grip on your waist.
you stopped moving, and regained your balance. You took a deep breath and tried to move forward, you rolled a couple feet without error.
"There you go." Vance said letting go of your waist.
You began to feel confident and sped up.
"Do you think I can let go now?" Vance asked as he loosed his grip on your hand.
"Yeah...yeah I think so." You didn't want to admit it, but you would've held his hand longer. Although, not because you needed it for balance.
As he let go you decided to skate ahead of Vance. In overconfidence you decided to turn around so you could face him.
"Hey look I'm-" You started, but you lost balance again and rolled straight into Vance.
He instinctively reached his arms out and caught you, preventing you from falling flat on your face. You gripped his shoulders tightly, as he was the only reason you were standing upright. You looked up and found your face inches from his.
Your face turned red with embarrassment.
"Sorry." You mumbled.
He smiled softly, his icy blue eyes pouring into yours. And for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you.
"Move it, love birds." Some guy yelled at the two of you. You tore your eyes away from Vance's, and realized that you had been totally blocking people's path.
"We are moving, asshole." Vance yelled.
You moved forward and faced the front again, balancing yourself. You grabbed Vance's hand and intertwined your fingers. He looked at you, slightly confused.
"I think I'll need this for a little while longer." you said softly.
The two of you spent the next hour skating and talking, without a care in the world.
When you were done, you put up your skates and headed out the door. The early spring air was perfect, not too warm and not too cold. You took a deep breath and took in your surroundings.
"Wanna take a walk?" Vance asked, running a hand through his messy blonde curls.
"Always." you replied.
You followed him as he walked towards the park. The two of you walked in silence, which was uncommon. The park was pretty much empty due to the time of day. A few dim streetlights illuminated the sidewalk, making it easy to see where you were going.
"Here, do you want to sit down." you suggested as you approached a bench.
He agreed and sat down next to you.
"So..." he began, turning to face you.
"So?" you replied with a smile.
"Listen...there's something I've gotta say." Vance began. He took your hands in both of his, and you hoped he was going to say what you were thinking.
"We've known each other for a long time...and...I...oh my god this is fucking stupid I don't know what I'm doing." He sighed, this was one of the few times you had seen him falter. He always knew what he wanted to say or do, and seeing him be so unsure was a strange experience.
"Vance." you said, removing your hands from his and reaching up to cup his face.
His breath hitched as you made contact, and he looked down at you. There was a moment of silence as you contemplated your next choice of words.
You took that moment to study his every feature. The way his eyes looked at you with pure admiration, the few blonde curls that had fallen over his face, his slightly parted lips.
Well...you thought to yourself, actions do speak louder than words.
You took a leap of faith and connected your lips with his. The kiss was soft and short, but your lips seemed to fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.
When you parted, you couldn't find any words to fill the silence.
"I think you read my mind." Vance chuckled.
"Yeah..I'm good about that, with you at least." You said, looking towards the ground, trying to hide your beet red face.
"Hey." Vance whispered. He brushed his fingers under your chin, and tilted your head up to face him. He softly touched his thumb to your lips before tackling you with a second kiss.
This kiss was harsh, passionate, and just better overall. He placed his hands on opposite sides of your face. You rested your head in his hands, increasing the effect of the kiss.
You broke apart slowly, and continued to lean into him.
"I should be getting home soon." You said reluctantly.
"That's okay, I'll walk you." Vance offered as he stood up.
You rose from your seat and stood next to him. He put an arm around your waist, and the two of you began to walk down the sidewalk.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself, this had been a real date after all.
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Tony Stark x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1,185ish
Summary/Request: maybe something where reader's been super busy lately and hasn't spent much time with Tony. He feels her distant, misses her, starts wondering if he did something to cause this or even if she's cheating on him (maybe with cap or Bruce cuz they've been together a lot), it leads to an argument. She explains she's just been very busy, Tony thinks they need time just for them and hence they create weekly "date night".
Notes: I hope this isn’t too terrible.
“Hey, honey,” Tony greeted as he came into the living room where he saw you and Steve sitting at the island. “Rogers.”
You turned to him and smiled. “Hey, Tones!”
He came up and kissed your lips briefly. “You busy?”
“Well, Cap and I were just about to go to a diner.”
“Oh, I was just hoping that we could do something.” His hands found your arms, running up and down them. “I feel like it hasn’t just been us two in too long.”
“If you two need some time—“
“No,” you turned to Steve as you cut him off and looked at him sternly, “we are going to that diner.” You turned back to your boyfriend. “It is okay if we do something after?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” Tony responded. “I’ll just be in the lab when you come back.”
“Okay.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I’ll see you after.”
“Right.”
Tony turned and left the room, stewing in his own thoughts. Lately, you had been growing distant. You had been doing more things with other members of the Team instead of him, your boyfriend. It was training with Natasha or helping Bruce calm down. Then there’s calming Bucky down from nightmares or helping Steve write mission reports.
Tony usually wasn’t the one to feel the distance like this. It was usually him creating the distance. But you creating the distance, hurt worse than anything. You were supposed to help him, train with him, calm him down, not the Team members. You were in a relationship with him, not the rest of the Team.
Having lost track of time while working, Tony finally looked up at the clock to see that it was past midnight. He hated how much this was affecting him. Perhaps, though, it was all his fault. Had he done something to make you become this distant? As he continued to work, Tony thought of anything lately he could have done to make you act this way. He quickly came up short.
“FRIDAY?” He called for his AI. “Where is Y/N?”
“Y/N is currently in your shared room,” FRIDAY responded.
Tony stopped what he was doing and straightened up. “When did Y/N get home with Rogers?”
“Y/N and the Captain returned to their separate quarters an hour ago.”
“Thank you, FRIDAY.”
“Would you like me to close up shop so that you may join Y/N in bed?”
“No. I think I’ll stay here tonight.”
~~~
“Good morning,” you told Tony as you walked into the lab with breakfast on a tray. Tony didn’t respond as you set the breakfast on the table near the couch. You then went over to his and rested your chin on his shoulder as you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist. “You didn’t come to bed last night.”
“You didn’t come and visit me last night,” Tony grumbled, still focused on the absentminded work he was doing.
“Shit,” you muttered, remembering that you had told him you would. “I’m so sorry, honey. Steve and I were out late and I was so tired when we got home—“
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony pushed himself from his seat and pulled out of your arms, heading across the lab. “I’m sure you both were.”
“Tony,” you followed after him, “I really am sorry.”
“I‘m sure you are,” he mumbled.
You stopped, looking at him with concern and a little hurt. “Just come sit down and we can have breakfast together. And then maybe we could go upstairs and—“
“Are you sure you aren’t too busy? You don’t have someone else on the Team you absolutely need to do something with? Maybe like Rogers?”
“What are you talking about?”
Tony spun around. “I’m talking about the fact that you have been busy as of late. Especially with Rogers lately.”
“I don’t like what you might be implying.” You folded your arms across your chest.
“Just be honest with me and tell me that you’re sleeping with Rogers.”
“What?! That is ridiculous!”
“Well, you’re not sleeping with me! You are constantly too busy for any time with me!”
“Tony, you are—“
“What did I do to make you turn to him for comfort, huh?”
Tears pricked your eyes. “I can’t believe you.” You turned around and marched toward the door of the lab.
Tony sighed, realizing that he was overreacting. “Wait, Y/N!”
You didn’t respond, simply slamming the door behind you as you exited the lab.
~~~
Tony nervously rocked on his heels as he stood outside of your shared room. You had run there after leaving his lab and hadn’t left. It took Tony far too long than he’d care to admit to come up after you. He sighed before softly knocking on the door.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” he spoke through the door. “May I come in?”
You were laying on the bed, curled up and holding a pillow to your chest. Some of your tears had created a wet spot on the blanket.
“Please,” Tony begged.
Tony knew that the door wasn’t locked, FRIDAY had already informed him of that. He simply wanted to give you some space. He sighed when you didn’t answer. Taking a deep breath, Tony entered the room. His heart broke when seeing you curled up on the bed like that. Slowly, he closed the door behind him and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed behind you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have freaked out like that and accused you of cheating.”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t have…” you mumbled.
“I know I crossed a line.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Can you just tell me if I’ve done something wrong?”
You sat up so that you could face him, still keeping the pillow close to you. “What do you mean?”
“Why have you been so distant lately?”
“I haven’t meant to be. I’m just busy with training and helping around the compound. I guess that I get easily distracted by helping people. I am sorry about not going to the lab last night.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. Steve needed me because it was the anniversary of his mother’s passing and Bucky is on a mission. He was really sad and I couldn’t let him be alone. We went to the diner that sits where the diner was that Steve and his mom frequented. I didn’t want him to be alone and he didn’t want to tell anyone else because he didn’t want it to be a big deal. But I should have told you.”
“No, you didn’t need to tell me. I should have had a cooler head earlier.”
You moved closer to him. “Can we just agree that we both made mistakes?”
Tony nodded. “Yes.” He timidly pulled you into him. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” You leaned in for a soft kiss on his lips.
“Can I make a request for a weekly date night?”
“Of course,” you smiled. “What night?”
“Friday.”
“Friday it is then. And no matter what, we will keep it.”
“Deal.”
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Hello:-) please for your Spotify event can I request footloose with Eddie please? I was listening to a similar song today and thinking about Eddie being goofy in a cowboy hat at someones cowboy themed party and reader starts flirting with him by taking his hat and dancing with it
Cause the cowboy hat rule, right? If a lady is wearing a guys hat at the end of the night, it means she's going home with him? Idk I just picture Eddie drooling her cause of the boldness of it all
Sorry if you're not a fan of this, I just saw an opportunity to share my daydream
i am obsessed! and this gives me an excuse to write more "cowboy"!eddie so i am sooo here for it. took a little bit of creative liberty here but i hope you like it <3
no explicit warnings. small sexual reference. drinking.
Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)
‘No. Absolutely not.’
Now, when you came up with the idea, you expected Eddie not to be very excited, but he had declined it before you could even finish explaining.
‘Oh, c’mon, Eddie. It could be really fun!’ You sat down next to him, eyes as big and innocent as you could make them, making your best friend feel some gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach. But he kept strong.
‘It sounds just as fun as clawing my eyes out with a plastic fork.’
‘Ouch,’ you winced at the imagery, ‘no need to be dramatic. It’s only a hoedown.’
Eddie glared at you as if to say, ‘that’s exactly the reason to be dramatic.’ A fucking hoedown. You had thought it could be a great night out, dress up, dance, drink, what’s there not to like, but Eddie saw it a bit differently.
‘Forget it, I’m not doing it– no,’ as serious as he wanted to be, he cracked a smile through his determined words, seeing your face. ‘Seriously. No.’
‘Since when have you becomes such a stick in the mud?’ You crossed your arms.
‘Since you came here and are forcing me to get all dressed up like John Wayne or something.’ He could not keep a straight face at all.
‘I was thinking more like John Travolta- Urban Cowboy’ you immediately saw the lack of amusement on Eddie’s face, ‘ok, ok, I get it. Sorry. Look, you wouldn’t even have to dress up. We could just go and hang out– maybe dance a little…’ you added in the last part softly, but he heard you.
‘I don’t dance,’ Eddie was quick to remind you. And you knew that. Eddie Munson was not a dancer. Not because he couldn’t, the guy had great musicality to him, you were sure he could do some steps, but he simply refused.
‘Fine, then you can sulk in the corner?’
‘I hate you,’ was his response, to which you replied with a big and tight hug.
‘I love you too, Munchie.’
—
A week went by, and each day passed with you being sure to see Eddie walk up to you or call you up at home and wiggle his way out of the arrangement. Even on Friday, the night before the party, you expected him to make some excuse after Hellfire. Then on Saturday morning, you were sure to wake up to him telling you he had to cancel last minute.
But none of that happened. Instead, he arrived at your door 5 minutes early, giving you the shock of your life when you saw him standing on the porch. Here’s what the notorious metal freak Eddie Munson looked like that night, more or less:
His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. He was wearing a dark red flannel, which you had almost not recognised given that, instead it being worn in its usual state of being thrown over a black band t-shirt, he had it buttoned up. He had also exchanged his ripped jeans for some bootcut denim to fit… yes, the black leather cowboy boots. All of that was pulled together by the worn-out cowboy hat on top of his hat. And, of course, his classic handcuff belt buckle, because, at the end of the day, this was still your Eddie.
Before you could ask him where he got the boots and hat from, Eddie explained: ‘Wayne let me borrow them.’
‘You look great,’ you said genuinely.
‘You don’t look too bad yourself,’ he smirked, and you looked down at your cherry-red boots and skirt. Eddie then added, ‘alright, let’s get this over with.’
‘Glad to see someone’s excited,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘Seriously, try to tone the excitement down a notch, huh?’ did a tiny part of you break at seeing just how much he hated it? Yeah, but did that break also heal at the thought that, despite him not enjoying it himself, he was still here for you? Absolutely. So, you grabbed him by the hand, squeezed it, and walked towards the car.
—
‘Sorry for being a dick,’ Eddie said, to your surprise, when he stopped the car in the parking lot, ‘I still want you to have a good time, and don’t want to ruin that, sorry.’
‘It’s alright,’ you said, straightening out the material of your skirt. ‘I appreciate that you went through the trouble of getting dressed up. It means a lot. And you do, it.’
Eddie scoffed, never being great at taking compliments from you. He then got out of the van and ran across to your side to open the door for you. The little action but the biggest smile on your face, and one you couldn’t quite explain.
You walked together to the community centre that had been redecorated to resemble an old barn for the party theme, including, somehow, the smell of hay.
When you got inside, you saw some people dancing already, attempting a line dance and failing miserably. Not that that ruined anyone’s fun.
‘It’s official,’ you heard Eddie mumble under his breath, ‘this is my personal hell.’ He chuckled, and you nudged him in the ribs as a warning.
‘C’mon, Grumpy, let’s get something to drink.’ and so you pulled him, right through the dancefloor, to the makeshift bar. Eddie got both of you a beer, and he leaned against the wall as he drank. He was settled, both physically and in mind. He wasn’t going anywhere, and for sure not to dance.
Naturally, as always, hanging out with Eddie was great, but you were a bit disappointed. Because, of course, there was a reason why you dragged him out there. A part of you had thought, that maybe once here, he would give in and share a dance with you. And maybe it was the too many fairytales you read as a kid; you thought that during or after that dance, something between you would click. Maybe he would realise something. Something you had felt for a long time about him…
Someone called out your name.
Your friend Louise popped up in front of you, waving frantically. You waved back to her, then glanced over to Eddie, noticing he had taken off his hat. Well, if he wasn’t going to wear it… and so, you quickly snatched it away from him. He just smiled and sipped his beer.
‘I’ll just go say hi to Louise,’ you explained.
You had thought you had overdone it with your outfit, but it was barely anything to compare to what Louise was wearing. A large and puffy dress, matching the size of her teased and hairsprayed blonde hair.
‘So glad you came!’ you grabbed you by the hand, involuntarily making you jump along with her enthusiastically. Yeah, it might have been her idea for all of you to attend this event. ‘And I see your cowboy showed up too,’ she looked over your shoulder at Eddie.
‘He’s not too happy,’ you frowned, ‘where’s Jack?’ and then asked after Louise’s boyfriend.
‘Of he had to get back to the car, forgot his glasses.’ She rolled her eyes at her man’s forgetfulness. ‘Should be back in a jiffy. But tell me– did anything happen yet between you and–’
‘No, and I don’t think anything will. Honestly, I was silly to think that he might feel the same way.’
‘Oh, honey,’ Louise pouted at your defeat.
‘It’s fine, I swear. Probably for the better, too. We’re good as it is.’
Something in Louise’s expression seemed to indicate she wasn’t too convinced, but then her smile quickly came back at the sight of another familiar face.
‘Marie!’ she shouted out, recognising one of her friends. ‘I told you about Marie, right? Honestly did not expect her to come– Hi!’ she wrapped her arms around the girl, who seemed slightly shell-shocked at the abrupt embrace. Once Louise released her, Marie shyly waved hello to you, an action you reciprocated.
The three of you talked a bit, joking around and checking out the people in the room. You constantly checked up on Eddie, who seemed rather content in his little corner. He always felt better away from the crowds.
Everything seemed fine for a while. You had made peace with the fact that the boy you had crushed on for the past who knows how many years had possibly no chance of liking you back, and you were having fun with your friends. Jack had finally returned (con glasses), and it all seemed just fine.
And then something happened. The whole interaction lasted perhaps less than a minute. A guy walked over to your little group. Introduced himself as Milo to Marie. Not to you, not really. Besides a polite smile, he had barely acknowledged you. And just like that, he had whisked Marie off to the dancefloor. A moment later, another guy walked up to chat up Louise, as if her boyfriend wasn’t right next to her! Yet you, single and most definitely ready to mingle, were considered invisible.
You tried to ignore it, pretend it didn’t affect you, but after the fourth person came to talk to Louise in the span of 10 minutes, you had had enough, and it showed all over your face. Not that you would admit it.
‘Are you alright, honey?’
‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.’ you bit at the inside of your cheek. Louise, having been your friend ever since both of you could remember, immediately knew that your words were not true.
‘What is it?’
‘I just didn’t realise all men were such jerks– not you, of course.’ you quickly turned to Jack, who smiled understandingly, but awkwardly. You quickly glanced back to Eddie, just to see he had found some of his own friends. They were all teasing each other’s costumes, so it seemed.
‘Oh,’ your friend got it, and her reaction pulled you back to where you were standing. ‘Don’t take it personally. They just all think you’re taken.’
‘Bullshit, you are literally here with your boyfriend and everyone’s been chatting you up.’
‘It’s the hat.’ Jack said, rather matter-of-factly
‘I don’t understand.’
‘When a girl were’s a guy’s hat, it’s kind of like a code that she’s taken.’
‘Claimed, so to speak, a sign to all the other fellas to back off,’ Louise said.
‘Oh.’ you reached up to touch the rim of your hat, but didn’t take it off.
‘I honestly thought you knew,’ your friend smiled.
‘No… sorry, can you guys give me a minute–’ and before they could respond, you made your way back to Eddie. He immediately smiled at your side.
‘Hey, having a good time?’ he asked.
‘Uh, yeah, yeah. Look, can we talk?’ You reached for his hand.
‘Sure,’ he turned to his friends, excusing himself. The two of you walked a few feet away.
‘You let me take your hat.’ You didn’t say it like a sentence, but it didn’t feel like a statement, either. To be honest, you weren’t sure where you were going with this conversation, and clearly, neither did Eddie.
‘Yeah, well, you took it, didn’t feel like it was worth to argue. Besides–’ he tipped the rim up with his knuckle, ‘you look good wearing it.’
The nice words immediately rushed to your cheeks, and you found yourself unable to keep eye contact with Eddie for a moment. Once you regained the ability, however, you continued your non-inquisitive interrogation.
‘You know what it means, though? When a girl wears a guy’s hat.’
‘I’m not a complete novice to cowboy etiquette.’ He chuckled.
‘So you just knowingly let me go out there and be ignored by every guy in the room.’ you didn’t know why that idea made you so angry since you were literally standing in front of the one man whose the attention you wanted.
‘Is this why you brought me here?’ he crossed his arms, an amused smirk on his lips, ‘to make me jealous?’
‘No, of course, not,’ you rolled your eyes before his words properly processed through your mind. ‘Wait– why would you be jealous?’
‘It’s not so nice to see guys constantly chat up the girl you like, is it?’ He pouted, and it only seemed to emphasise the sweet glimmer of his big brown eyes. You were dumbstruck for words, not sure what to say or do.
While you kept fighting your mind to say something coherent, Eddie closed in on you. His hand found your waist, and he slowly leaned in. Your body worked automatically in-sync, closing that final gap between your lips. It was soft, sweet, and simultaneously mind-blowing. You felt like you were spinning and turning upside down; the only thing helping you from floating away was his gentle hold on you.
Your, well, Eddie’s, hat got tipped to the side, so he straightened it out for you, smiling as he looked at it. Almost as if he was reminded of some kind of inside joke.
‘What’s up?’ you poked his shoulder.
‘Well, you know the saying, right?’
‘What saying?’ You blinked slowly, and so did Eddie at hearing you were unaware of what he meant.
‘The hat rule?’
‘Yeah, I know the hat rule. It’s a guy’s claim over the girl that wears his hat?’
‘Not exactly,’ he brushed some hair out of your face before bringing you back closer to him, chest to chest. ‘The saying goes something like this,’ he kissed the corner of your lips, ‘don’t steal a cowboy’s hat unless you’re prepared to ride him.’ And he continued his kisses down your neck.
‘Oh.’ Was all you could say, the shock being amplified by the feeling of Eddie’s lips on your skin, ultimately making you forget that you were still standing in a dance hall full of people.
‘Yeah, oh,’ Eddie chuckled. ‘So, how about it?’
‘Is this just an excuse for you to get out of here and not dance?’
‘Never,’ Eddie gasped, clutching at his heart. ‘But we don’t want to break the rules, do we?’
All you could do was laugh at his antics. ‘You owe me a dance, cowboy.’ And so, you let him lead the way back to his van.
the end.
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Imagine it’s like hot as hell, the guys are having a barbecue there’s a pool ect, ect. So Frankie has his shirt off and forgets that mouse scratched his back while they were getting a little wild in bed. Maybe Benny is like ‘damn, fish you get mauled by a bear?’ And Frankie is a little embarrassed and blushing.
A good prompt. A GREAT PROMPT!
I love a good pool party. And so does our fav chubby guy!
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a Chubby!Frankie one shot
The Catfish & The Mouse: Unrestrained Summer Fun
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)
Summary: After a night on the couch, Frankie has some explaining to do poolside.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 1,625
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, oral (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), little bit of insecurity/self-esteem stuff, bikinis, sunscreen application, beer
Author's Notes: The Chubby!Frankie love is fabulous! It's shorter and was banged out in an hour and not proofed. Enjoy!
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“Frankie… oh fuck… baby… I-I can’t!!”, you cried out as he pounded into you.
Friday nights were usually reserved for cuddles on the couch with a good movie, but after a shit day at work and then being stuck in traffic on your commute home, you needed a release. Frankie, your sweet, gentle, soft, chubby guy, was now fucking that into you on the couch in your den.
“Come on, princess… give me another one… you can do it… come on, Mouse…”, he growled through gritted teeth.
He’d already pulled three orgasms from you, twice with his mouth and one on his cock while he fucked you from behind. He then changed positions; now you were under him, his weight pinning you down, as you gripped his shoulders while begging and pleading.
He continued his relentless pace as he leaned down, putting his full weight into every thrust, making you see stars. Circling your clit with his middle and index fingers, you arched your back, crying out as your nails clawed into his back, your fourth and final release ripping through you body.
“That’s it, princess… oh fuck… I got you, baby… so fucking good… so good… fuck… FUCK!”, Frankie moaned as he came into your tight, warm pussy.
He collapsed on top of you, both panting. You ran your hands up and down his back, feeling the raised marks you left from your nails.
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Will and Hannah were hosting a barbeque at their new house the next day. Given that it was going to be one of the hotter days on record, you were thankful that their new house had a pool, ready to be christened with a summer patio party. You had a cropped, loose t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts over your swim attire, and Frankie was in a white t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and chest along with his chubby middle and his swim trunks sat low on his hips to accommodate his protruding belly and muffin top.
You and Hannah had gone shopping for new bathing suits last weekend; when you modeled the neon pink string bikini you’d gotten yourself for Frankie, he had expressed his appreciation for it in the best way possible – slowly untying it then devouring you. Hannah had chosen a baby blue one piece with cut outs, and she already told you that Will showed as much excitement as Will could when he saw it.
Arriving at Will and Hannah’s around noon, you were ready to enjoy the sun and the cool water with your friends and family.
“Fish! Mouse!”, Benny called out from the pool when he saw you. Benny was splashing around, trying to soak Santi while he sat pool side. “Come on in - the water’s fine!”
You walked to the poolside to dip your toe in the water, feeling the perfect temperature for a day with that kind of heat.
“I’ll get in if you do.”, Santi said, looking up with a grin, thumb then pointing at Benny. “And we can take turns dunking this stupid fuck.”
You laughed and walked back to Frankie, taking off your shirt and shorts. A wolf whistle came from poolside, and you heard Benny yell, “That’s my fucking cousin, Pope, you perv!” at Santi.
Frankie glared at him, then saw Benny yank Santi into the pool with a loud yelp and splash. He shook his head and saw you smiling.
“Look at those big hands. You wanna help me with my sunscreen, big guy?”, you crooned, poking his belly teasingly.
“Mouse…”, Frankie warned as he looked you up and down, a blush creeping up his face.
“What? You want me to burn?”, you whispered close to his face as you ghosted your mouth over his lips.
“Oh, baby girl… what am I gonna do with you?”, Frankie growled, pulling you to close the distance between your mouths and kissed you, his hands gripping your waist.
Will cleared his throat behind Frankie as he came out of the house, causing you to step back and place a chaste kiss to the end of Frankie’s nose.
“Hey Fish… how’re you doing?”, Will said, looking just as embarrassed as Frankie as he clapped him on the shoulder. Turning to you, he continued, “Hey Mouse, how- Jesus, that’s not much of a swimsuit!”
You rolled your eyes, “Hey Will. It covers what it needs to.”, you jibed back.
Shaking his head with his eyebrows raised, he sighed and waved a pointed finger at you. “Make sure you have sunscreen on, because… yeah.”
Frankie got the tube of sunblock, pulled you to sit on the lounger in front of him, and began rubbing it into your back. When he finished his application – and groping - of your body, he grabbed your waist, pulled your back into his chest, and chided you quietly. “You’re a bad girl, princess. Wearing that and teasing me in front of everyone. You sure you wanna play this game?”
You batted your eyelashes at him and stood up. Smiling at him over your shoulder, you walked to the pool.
After about 20 minutes of having your fun in the water with Benny & Santi, Frankie wandered poolside with a beer in hand.
You looked up at Frankie and hopped up to sit on the pool deck, legs dangling in the water. Hannah came out in to join you, sitting down with her own beverage.
He squatted down next to you, offering you a sip of his beer.
“You look fucking amazing, princess. You ready to go yet?”, Frankie whispered as he wiggled his eyes brows.
You shook your head smiled at him, as Santi started calling out.
“You comin’ in for a swim, Fish?”, Santi cackled, splashing at Frankie.
“FISH! DO A CANNON BALL!”, Benny screeched.
Santi and Benny both splashed and chanted CANNON BALL! CANNON BALL! at Frankie. He shook his head and laughed. “Fucking children, you two!”
He stood and walked back to his chair, then removed his shirt with his back turned to everyone. You heard Santi bark out a loud laugh and Benny hollered out, “Jesus, Fish! You get mauled by a bear or something?”
You head shot up and turned to look at Frankie. Mouth agape, you saw the deep red marks you left across his wide back and shoulders as Frankie railed you on the couch last night. Your face went beet red; Frankie whipped around and looked at you, his face the same shade.
While he was a little worried about any potential teasing he would get about his growing belly or how much he ate, he was not prepared for this. He would have preferred they poke fun at his increased weight than point out your claw marks.
“It’s always the quiet ones! Atta boy, Fish!”, Santi called out, fist pumping into the air.
Hannah gasped and with a wide grin, nudged you. “Mouse… oh my god! You’re a fucking animal!”, she laughed with her eyes wide.
Will walked up behind Frankie, eyeing his back in confusion. “Fish, what did you do to your back? It looks like-“, Will stopped, realization hit him and his eyes went wide, staring at you. You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.
Regardless of his strong friendship with and his respect for Frankie, Will still regarded you as his little, young, innocent cousin that he needed to protect. Benny, on the other hand, was a free spirit with sex and was the first person you told when you lost your virginity - nothing was too sacred with him as long as you were happy. Will was glad that you found that happiness with someone he knew and trusted, but it didn’t make it any easier when there were blatant displays of your sexual escapades in front of him.
“Fucking hell… Mouse…”, Will finally huffed with a headshake as he walked over to the barbeque to start cooking hamburgers.
“Girl. Really? It’s that good?”, Hannah giggled, leaning into you.
Before you could answer, a huge wave of pool water washed over the two of you from Frankie’s cannonball, followed by hoots and cheers from Santi and Benny.
Frankie popped up from under the water and swam over to you, hands on your knees and looked up. “Hey princess. You good?”
You were still red with embarrassment and Hannah laughed next to you. “Frankie, please tell Will what ever you did for those marks of honor. I need that in my life.”
“Hannah!”, both you and Will yelped in unison.
Frankie groaned, sinking into the pool, leaving only his eyes and nose peeking above the water line.
Santi and Benny swam over to Frankie, shit eating grins on their faces.
“Mouse… what the hell did you do to our Fish?”, Benny teased.
“Yeah, what did he do to you to deserve this abuse?”, Santi barked in mock-seriousness.
“Guys, come on!”, you whined. “Drop it!”
The guys pulled Frankie back out into the water, splashing him, and demanding he answer their crude questions. Frankie laughed, but the blush on his face remained.
“Seriously, Mouse.”, Hannah whispered to make sure no one else heard. “He’s that good? Hands, mouth, dick? Tell me everything! How many times did he make you come?”
Frankie watched you and Hannah giggle as Benny and Santi continued their barrage of questions. While he didn’t know for sure what Hannah was asking, he did see you respond with four fingers up on your hand before you hopped back into the pool. He had an overwhelming sense of pride at the shocked look Hannah gave you as you bobbed in the water.
“Four times, boys!”, Frankie shouted as he flopped back into the water. Benny and Santi cheered.
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the prompts “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” and “don’t pretend to be innocent now” with sergio ramos pls 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
i rlly like the friends w benefits au with driver!reader so maybe as like a continuation of that? like y/n and sergio meet again during a party and y/n realizes she caught feelings so she avoids him … one thing leads to another andddd sergio makes her touch herself while he watches .. 😻😻
thank you!! I can definitely write another part for you!! // prompts: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” & “don’t pretend to be innocent now”
part one of driver!reader x fwb!sergio
The race weekend had officially ended, the 2022 race season had come to an end and you were beyond grateful. You needed a break and tonight, you were being dragged out by Mick, the two of you would be joining Seb and Hanna as they had a kid free night.
Now when you met Sergio on Friday, you hadn’t expected things to move so quickly nor did you expect to see him again tonight.
Sebastian was trying to talk Mick into taking a jagger bomb with you two when you felt a hand on your lower back. You turned to see Sergio beside you, “hey pretty lady.”
You had avoided him when you saw him in the garage earlier that day, you were focused on the race. “What are you doing here?” You asked, a bit confused.
“Did you get my number?” His eyes find yours, the dull lighting in the packed club wasn’t as horrible as it seemed to be; every single on of his features highlighted.
“I did-” “Here!” Seb was already drunk when he passed the unwanted shot to Sergio, “take it!” He tells the Spaniard. Sebastian got an arm over Hanna's shoulder, a sappy grin on his face as he shouts something in German before you all down the brown liquid.
The little kick the jagger had gave you the confidence to talk to Sergio; as if you hadn't woke up in his bed that morning.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, his arm around you. You leaned into him, a hand on his chest. “Should we get out of here?” You asked, looking up at him.
Your eyes resembled something of a baby deer, soft and innocent but he of all people knows that’s not innocence; that’s lust.
His hand tangled with yours after you hugged Seb and Hanna goodnight, promising to visit. Mick had been pulled into a conversation with someone else, not even noticing when you left but you were certain that even in his drunk state, Seb would take Mick home with them.
It was the early hours of the morning, no one was outside except a few people smoking or finding their way back to where they came from. The night was warm, the breeze blowing softly as your heels click along the concrete towards the car.
Sergio’s hands were on your hips, steering you to the backseat of his car rather than the front.
The moment the door shut, his lips are on yours, pulling you onto his lap. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” He mumbles against your lips and you mutter a no, hands tangled in his hair.
Sergio rolls his eyes, “I know you do, you admitted the much.” His eyes find yours, moving you to lay back on the cold leather. You had let a few things slip last night; one too many margaritas equaled loose lips and secrets spilled.
“I like these,” Sergio says, his fingers trailing along the black lace under your dress.
"Show me how you touch yourself, I wanna watch." He says, his words catching you off guard.
You look at him, confused. “What ?”
“Don’t pretend to be innocent now.” He drags a finger up your thigh towards where your hand was resting. “So show me.”
“Are you serious?” Sergio ignores your question and pulls your hand between your legs before looking up at you.
“Yes, I am.”
You were still unsure what prompted this but you knew if you wanted to him to fuck you, you should do what he wanted; so you did. Your fingers moving exactly the way it does when you’re home in bed.
“Like that?” Sergio asks, his eyes fixed on your hand, watching as it moves exactly how he does if he was doing it to you.
“Mhm hm,” your head leaned back on the seat behind you, eyes fluttering closed.
He smiles to himself, leaning forward to kiss along your chest. “So perfect for me,” he whispers against your skin, his hand reaching down to wrap around your wrist, “let me give you want you want, darling.”
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Double Daddy Part 5
Warnings: pregnancy, mean girls, a little angsty, mentions of food, mentions of pain
Note: I wasn’t going to post this yet but I just can’t wait. My account it being super weird and I’m unable to reply to any comments 🥺
Part 6
You had stuck the book Joyce gave you into your backpack so you could look through it during your free period. During your first class you pulled your notebook out of your book bag making the “What to Expect When You're Expecting” book fall out. Jason Carver glanced down and saw it, “whoa I think you dropped your book about pregnant ladies”
“Can it Carver” you yelled at him. Causing him to put his hands up in defense.
Later at lunch Eddie and the rest of the party sat at their usual lunch table. El and Will distanced themselves from Eddie after finding out he was the baby’s father but you knew how much Will enjoyed Hellfire. You told him to go ahead and keep playing, that it wouldn’t bother you. Chrissy was sitting practically on Eddie’s lap as she pushed around her meal on her tray. Gareth told a slightly crude joke making the whole party break out into a laugh while Chrissy sat making a face. “I don’t see how that’s funny at all” she snapped. Jeff rolled his eyes. Gareth replied, “I wish y/n still sat with us, she always thought our jokes were funny.” Eddie stiffened up and Chrissy let out an annoyed groan. “How is y/n doing anyway?” Jeff asked Will and El.
El shrugged, “good I guess. She complains a lot about how her pants don’t fit and she acts really strange all the time” Will continued, “yeah I know last night I saw her dip her banana in ranch dressing” as he made a disgusted face. “Ew that’s actually really gross” Chrissy said with a huff. She got off Eddie’s lap and started pulling him up to leave. Eddie looked over at the table you sat at with Robin, you were laughing as you dipped your banana in the ranch and Robin gagged. You looked to be really enjoying it.
It was Friday night and you were laying in bed as usual. You never went anywhere besides school and work anymore. You heard a knock on your door and perked up. It was Steve. “Hey y/n/n, whatcha up too?” He said as he entered and sat on the end of your bed.
“Clearly I’m extremely busy” you said moving your arms around and you both chuckled.
“So I was thinking, what if me and you go out tomorrow night? Maybe to Starcourt and the diner? You’ve been cooped up in this room for far too long”
“I don’t think my dad would let me Steve”
“Already checked! He said it was fine as long as with bring Will and El”
“Will and El being our babysitters? I don’t think so” you scoffed throwing your head back down on the pillow
“Come on, it will still be fun! Pretty please!” Steve said with big puppy dog eyes that were hard to say no to.
“Ok fine” you whispered.
“Perfect, I'll be here tomorrow at 4 to pick you up!”
As soon as he left you called Nancy and Robin asking them to come over tomorrow to help you get ready.
Saturday afternoon came and the girls sat on the bed as clothes covered your bedroom floor.
“I’m getting so fat, ugh none of this looks right” you said as you threw what felt like the 100th outfit you tried on to the floor.
Robin replied with, “you do know you’re pregnant right?” And nancy leaned over and hit her shoulder
“Ow sorry” Robin muttered.
“You are not fat at all y/n” Nancy said as she came up to stand next to you in the mirror Robin followed behind her.
“She’s right, you look amazing! I wish I looked like you right now” Robin replied.
“Says the two people that can still fit in their jeans” you mumble.
You finally settled on an outfit and Steve came to pick you, Will and El up.
Will and El ditched you as soon as you got to Starcourt leaving Steve and you to wonder about. You enjoyed spending time with Steve, he was funny and caring. After some time you found Will and El and made your way to the diner. You sat at your own table, facing Steve as you looked over the menu.
“I’m starving” you muttered as you flipped through the menu.
“Says the girl who had a slurpee, pretzel bites and an ice cream sundae at the mall” Steve laughed, making you turn red in embarrassment. Steve noticed and quietly said, “but you are eating for two so gotta make sure my girl is fed” which made you feel better.
“I really just want a chocolate shake with some fries” you finally said.
“Then that’s what you and baby are gonna get!” Steve said as he turned to get the waitress so he could order it.
A few booths down Eddie sat with Chrissy.
“So Chris I was reading a pregnancy book and noticed you don’t have any of the common first trimester symptoms? I’ve never seen you have morning sickness or anything” Eddie questioned her.
“Not everyone gets those symptoms Eds, I think I’m just lucky!”
“Yeah I guess that’s possible…maybe we should get you to a doctor so we know everything is alright”
“I called to make an appointment but there was a waitlist, I’ll call again this week I promise. Everything is good here” Chrissy said, forcing out a smile. She knew she was going to have to step her game up. Eddie was starting to get suspicious.
As the weeks went by you started to show more and the pregnancy symptoms got more intense.
Joyce made you a doctor's appointment where they gave you a due date and confirmed you and the baby were healthy.
As you were ending your 1st trimester you started to feel better, occasionally still experiencing morning sickness but the doctor told you that was normal.
Steve and you got super close. You hung out all the time, he tried to get you out of the house more but you often just settle for some scary movies and popcorn at home. Your dad even allowed him to take you to and from school (with Will and El supervising of course).
Steve pulled up to your house to take you to school. He knew the second he saw you that you weren’t feeling good. He got really good at reading your expressions.
You huffed are you threw yourself and your bag in the front seat.
“Not feeling well today?” Steve questioned as he rubbed your thigh.
You shook your head.
“What’s going on? Do you have a headache or just nauseous again?”
Before you could answer he said, “oh no are you getting those round ligament pains already?”
“No” you chuckle, “just feeling nauseous from the smell of my dad cooking bacon. How the heck do you know what round ligament pain is?”
“Oh I’ve been reading a pregnancy book. I’m not a girl thankfully so I have no idea what you are going through but I like to have somewhat of an idea so I can help” he said with a small smile.
“That’s really sweet Steve”
“Yay Steve that’s so sweet of you” Will mocked in the back sit with El. You turn around and punch him in the shoulder.
“Ow” Will said as he rubbed his arm.
“I made you some ginger tea y/n, I read it’s supposed to help” he said as he passed you the travel mug. “Oh and there are some crackers in the glove box, just in case”
You smiled and thanked him.
When you got to school you noticed Chrissy’s belly was still pretty flat. You weren’t huge yet by any means, and to the average person wouldn’t even guess you were pregnant. You just looked bloated.
After one of your classes you went to the restroom. Afterwards as you made your way to wash your hands you saw Chrissy at the sink fixing her lip gloss.
“You are getting fat” she said not looking away from herself in the mirror.
“Yeah weird huh. I guess you aren’t far behind me” you said with a wink as you dried your hands to leave.
The next day you had another doctor's appointment so you were late to class. You rush into Mrs Clicks class with your books in hand.
“Sorry I’m late Mrs Click here is my doctor's note” you handed it off to her. As she inspected it you noticed Eddie staring at you. You didn’t notice that your book pulled your top up a bit, slightly exposing the side of your belly. You quickly adjusted yourself and when Mrs Click accepted your note you headed to your seat.
Later that night you were home alone. Steve had to work and your dad took Joyce out for a date night. El and Will went to Mike's house so you decided to nap. That’s until the phone started ringing.
“Hello?” You picked it up slightly out of breath.
“Uh y/n? It’s me, Eddie”
Your heart dropped.
It was silent on the line for a few moments.
“Hello, are you there?” Eddie said.
“Yeah, I’m here. What do you need” you said, trying to control your tone.
“Just wanted to see how you were doing”
“So all of the sudden you care about me? After what 12ish weeks?” You scoffed.
“I never stopped caring y/n/n I promise. I just, I just got confused. Chrissy got in my head.” He sounded so small on the phone.
“Oh so you believed a girl you just met instead of me, your best friend for literally years” now you were getting pissed.
“I’m sorry”
“I don’t want your ‘sorry’ I don’t care what happened or what Chrissy said. You abandoned me when I needed you most. You made me feel…used. I don’t care what you have to say Eddie, the damage has been done”
“If you’d just let me expl-“ you cut him off, “I don’t care to hear it, Eddie seriously! I’m done with your shit. You left me to deal with the aftermath of something we both did alone. I can never forgive you for what you have done.” You started to sniffle but stopped yourself. You didn’t want him to hear you cry.
“Ok I’m-“ he started to talk again but you felt a stabbing pain in your abdomen.
“Ow!” You let out, not meaning to but you couldn’t control it.
“Are you ok?” He sounded really worried.
“Yeah I just- ow ow ow!” Tears started forming in your eyes, the pain was so intense. You dropped the phone.
“Y/n? Hello y/n!” Eddie called out but you were doubled over in pain.
“I’m coming y/n just wait right there!” Eddie yelled as he hung up the phone and ran as fast as he could to his van.
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