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I reallyyyy want to talk about how much fun it would be to jerk a really submissive Bucky off with a pair of soaked panties 🙈
I feel like submissive Bucky is so vocal too and I love that thought. He trusts you completely with his body and he's not ashamed to make as much noise as he wants to.
He knows what his little whines and moans do to you. You get off on his desperation and he absolutely knows it. You can't help but melt when he looks up at you from his knees, his eyes wide and expectant, whispering "please, mommy" when all he wants is permission to kiss from your ankle to your knee.
He's learned that being well mannered is the only way to get what he wants so you don't mind rewarding his good behaviour. His plump lips begin to trail eagerly from the ankle strap of your heel, up the side of your calf until he reaches the joint at your knee. Your fingers tangle in his hair, warning him not to go any further and the groan he elicits is heavenly.
"Please let me kiss you." He practically sounds like he's panting. Frustration has settled into his features, his eyes trained on the cherry red lace that shields your sex from his hungry gaze.
He knows you're already wet and he knows that if he's just able to kiss a little bit higher, your self control might waver enough that you'll allow him to lap up your arousal and that's really all he's dreaming of.
"You're so selfless, aren't you?" Your sarcasm isn't lost on him. He wants to taste you because he wants to taste you, not so much for your pleasure. "No, let's try something different."
You slip your panties down your legs but he's smart enough to know you aren't going to give him exactly what he wants.
You kneel down beside him, lining your hand with the slick lace before wrapping your fingers around his stiff cock that's been begging for attention for far too long now.
"O-oh my God." The first stroke of your hand makes him crumble. Despite being slick, the lace offers so much friction and he's far too sensitive for that.
Your hand pumps quickly, watching his face while he begins to slip. "Good boy, that's it. Take it. Fuck, you're so pretty, do you know that? You're doing so well for me."
" 's too much. Please. Don't stop." His head falls forwards onto your shoulder, groaning pathetically into the crook of your neck.
"Do you want to cum, sweetheart? Are you going to be a filthy slut and cum in my panties? Do you even realise how fucked up that is?" Your soft voice makes him melt up until your hand on his cock speeds up.
"Y-yes. Oh God yes, please let me cum." He didn't think it'd be this easy but when you give him permission, he knows to take the opportunity while he's getting it.
In just a few more minutes, his thighs are trembling as he shoots a thick load into the already saturated lace lining your hand. The release of each gush of his seed feels more euphoric than the last and he's whining pathetically, up until he's fucked himself empty into your fist.
"Good boy." You whisper, kissing his damp forehead while he catches his breath. "I'm so proud of you."
You unfold the lace, admiring just how much of his cum he's managed to splatter over just your underwear. "Now. I want you to put these on and wait in the bedroom."
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#sub!bucky#subby!bucky#I can't stop thinking about it#I was going to write a longer piece today#but then today became a chill day#bad week besties#my car wouldn't start yesterday morning#since the weather is better I've been walking more and now I never really drive my car#but dad jumped it for me and now it's fine#it also didn't work out with the house I was bidding on 😭#but it's fine#I just REALLY liked that one#I think I'm having an identity crisis rn#like new phase in my life#new job in less than a month#booked in with my optician for an eye test and inevitably new glasses#I'm booking in to change my hair again#and I put my favourite perfume on this past Thursday evening#I have always been obsessed with that perfume#I got it for starting my undergrad and I wore it almost every day#I save it now for special occasions bc I want to use the last of it for my masters graduation (bc I am a sentimental idiot)#but I put it on and I don't think I really like it?#I've been wearing the Tiffany and Co aftershave so much I think I don't want to smell like anything else#who even am I these days 😩
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Gojo Satoru
In which every morning the woman next door makes it her life’s calling to pick on Gojo. Fem! Reader
cw: reader is pregnant, kids, kissing (like once i swear)
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This was the fifteenth morning in a row. You've been counting.
Gojo was having an argument with the woman next door..again.
At this point it was part of your morning routine to make your breakfast and eat it in the living room so the tv which was playing nursery rhymes would block out their voices.
As soon as you sat down on the couch, the twins both got up from in front of the tv and rushed to see what you were having.
The three year olds stuck their tongues out, clearly not liking your choice of breakfast.
"Yeah well it's not for you two so shoo", you huffed. If it were a breakfast they liked, best believe you would've eaten it in your bedroom.
"Stupid woman..", even without hearing your husband mumble those words, the way he slammed the front door was telltale of his anger.
He came into the living room. "Yesterday she didn't like that I handed her her parcel with my left hand, if you were at home at the time you could've collected it yourself be grateful you old hag", Gojo blurted.
He plopped down onto the couch beside you, crossing his arms over his chest.
"The day before yesterday she was complaining that I haven't cut the grass in a while and it was starting to grow a lot, I was actually planning on doing it that day but just for that I'm not gonna do it till next week".
"Wow that's a real adult-y decision to make", you said sarcastically.
"But that's not all! Today she was complaining that I turn on the car too early in the mornings cause it wakes her up", he furrowed his brows. "She's gotta have some kind of supersonic hearing to be able to hear the engine from her bedroom! I told her i've got kids to be taking to playgroup i'm not gonna put them and my pregnant wife in a cold car, her virgin ass wouldn't understand", he rambled on. You were quite enjoying his rant if anything.
"Toru...please tell me you said that last part in your head", you looked at him with a somewhat concerned look.
"I did!", he exclaimed at which you let out a sigh of relief . "Or at least I thought I did..".
"Toru!", you should've known he had no filter, and he certainly wouldn't put one on for the woman who he had an ongoing vendetta against.
You noticed your daughter running over to Gojo with her shoes on but her laces undone.
"Papa! Help please!", she shouted.
"Hmph. She just wishes she was as lucky as I am to have you guys", he pulled you closer to himself and looped an arm around your shoulders, his other hand holding your chin as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before helping his daughter with her laces.
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Lingering Discomfort
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary; usually you and your boyfriend Eddie are all over eachother, but after an awful experience with a stranger, you can’t handle anyone’s hands on you
wordcount: 1.7k
Warnings: descriptions of sexual assault and lingering affects of it, light angst, Eddie’s so sweet and lovely
another request from the lovely @tracymbcm, thank you so much for requesting <3
It was yesterday, when you were at the bookstore, standing in between the fantasy and horror isles at the bookstore when someone tapped on your back, between your shoulder blades. It was a man, significantly older than you but not elderly by any means, he was incredibly average looking man, apart from the scary grin he wore on his face, and his beady eyes that stared at your chest rather than your face.
"Don't see many pretty young girls listening to Metallica." He smirked at the band tee you wore and your heart raced with anxiety. You wondered if he could tell the shirt was too big for you, if he could tell it was a man's shirt- Eddie's. "What's your favourite song by them honey?" He asked and the petname made you feel sick.
"Um-" "Um!" He cut you off mocking you and you pouted, backing up, wiping your sweaty palms on the sides of your skirt.
"I don't- I don't listen to them. My boyfriend, he loves 'em." You didn't talk more than that and you almost flinched at the very unsubtle way the corner of his lip rose in irritation.
"That right? How old is he?" He asked, a step closer to you as you took one back. Your eyes watered as you realized any further back and you'd just be trapped against the bookcase.
"He's twenty." You hoped he didn't see your lip tremble, you hoped he couldn't hear your heart beating so fast.
"Twenty? See young guys- little boys like that don't know how to treat their girls." That's all that was said before the situation escalated and ended with you running out of the store crying. He didn't do anything more than grab your ass, but it was revolting.
You took deep breaths before you pulled out of the parking lot. Your first instinct was to drive to Eddie's house, cry into his chest and complain about the creep in the bookstore. You could see him in your head, hugging you, rocking you as he kissed the crown of your head. You didn't understand why the thought of that made you uncomfortable, you just didn't want to be touched again. What you needed was a shower, and then bed.
✽-
The next morning, Eddie picked you up as usual, he did every morning. Usually you loved it, getting to spend time with him before you started your day, and it got him to school on time, not wanting to make you late. Today you'd rather walk, every car ride Eddie would stroke your thigh, kiss you at every stop sign, squeeze in a quick make out session before you left the car.
You avoided all that. Grabbing his freehand and holding it so it wouldn't venture to your legs, fake yawning and leaning your head against the window with your eyes closed, too tired to kiss. You left his van before he got the chance to try and make out with you.
He did call you pretty, and cute in the span of three minutes, which brought a smile to your face, especially since you didn't feel pretty or cute, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants instead of the skirt and tighter top you normally would've worn, too uncomfortable to wear anything very revealing.
He walked with you into the school, slightly behind you like he usually did and you distanced yourself just slightly, so his hand wouldn't find the small of your back.
You chewed your lip as you turned around to face him. "'M gonna go talk to Robin before class." You smile softly, albeit anxiously at him, but he didn't read into it too much thankfully.
"Alright baby, tell her I said hey." He grinned and you nodded, guilty you hadn't been giving him the same attention and intimacy you normally would. He leaned forward to kiss you and you turned your head, he was fine with just kissing your cheek. "You okay baby?" He asked, glassy brown eyes searching your own. You told him you were, and you both knew you were lying, but he didn't press it.
You swallowed thickly as you turned from him, wiping the invisible kiss off of your face when you knew he couldn't see you, walking on shaky legs until you found Robin.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, and you sighed, shrugging even though you knew. Her eyes burned into yours until you leaned against the lockers with a pout. Finally you told her what happened.
She scoffed. "Men. So many of them are fucking creeps, I thank the gods every day for the fact that I swing the other way." She rolled her eyes with a grimace on her face that matched the one that was starting to grow on your own. "Was Eddie with you?" She asked and you shook your head. "That's- well maybe that's a good thing. He would've totally lost his shit." She laughed.
That last sentence stuck with you. Why would Eddie be mad? It wasn't your fault. But then maybe it was, you could've moved away sooner, told him to stop, you could have just not interacted with him in the first place and moved on. And now Eddie would be mad at you.
✽-
It stuck in your head until lunch. And when it was lunch, you felt anxious again. You felt so guilty, especially seeing Eddie smile so big the second he saw you. When you reached the hellfire table, you pulled your usual seat a few inches away from him, so you wouldn't be pressed flush against him like usual.
You sat and he wrapped his arm around you like usual, so you leaned forward letting his arm rest on the back of your chair, that was fine.
Things were okay for the next ten minutes. You got less anxious, joining in on the conversation, things seemed normal again, despite the lack of Eddie's tongue down your throat which was common for every other lunch period.
Suddenly that normalcy ended. "You're too far baby." Eddie tsked, easily picking you up and putting you in his lap, arm over your lap and gripping the underside of your thigh, the same place that old man's hand was less than a day ago.
You leaped up without thinking, heart racing, all the eyes of hellfire on you. "Stop! Stop- just don't- don't want you touching me." Your voice shook, and tears welled in your eyes when Eddie's smile fell completely. You mistook the concern on his face for anger and you bolted, you didn't go far, only to the library, you'd favourite place in Hawkin's High, save for Eddie's arms.
You sat in the back on a soft chair, you weren't there long before Eddie found you. He kneeled in front of you, making himself look small as he peered up at your teary eyes. He placed his hand on the arm of the chair, not on your skin.
"I talked to Robin baby, do y'wanna talk about what's bothering you?" His eyes didn't look angry like you thought they would, only sweet and inviting. His lips turned to match the pout on your face, he always did it and it made you giggle, you felt your lips twitch with the beginning of a smile. It was hard to stay upset around Eddie.
"Are you mad?" You asked and his eyes immediately widened, curls swaying with his head as he shook it.
"Of course not sweet girl, I could never be mad at you baby. Especially not for something that wasn't your fault." He assured you. Immediately the guilt in your chest floated away. "Do you wanna talk to me about it baby?" He tilted his head and you nodded.
"Yesterday, at the bookstore there was this older guy." Your lip trembled. "He was askin' about my shirt 'n he called me pretty. Then he started asking about you when I told him I have a boyfriend. He said twenty year olds dunno how to please girls, and he- and he touched me." You brought your knees to your chest as the tears on your waterline started to drip over your cheeks.
Eddie's jaw tensed. "Where did he touch you?" It was tearing him apart to not be able to hold you right now, wipe away your tears. But he understood there was a new boundary as a result of what happened, and he'd respect that, keep his hands to himself until he knew it was okay to touch you again.
"He rubbed my leg- 'n he grabbed my butt." You whispered, he didn't look angry, upset yes, worried, absolutely, but he wasn't mad. "I told Robin about it 'n she said if you were there you would've lost your shit." You kept your voice down and he shook his head quickly again.
"No- no baby, well, yes. But I wouldn't have been mad at you at all, just at that guy. It's not okay for him to go around touching girls, 'specially my girl. But that's not your fault baby, you didn't do anything wrong. I promise you did good, and I'm not mad at you at all." He promised and you sniffled.
There was a beat of silence before you threw yourself from the chair onto your knees, burying your face in his chest. His arms immediately squeezed you close to him, brushing your tears away gently.
"How about we skip the rest of our classes today, head to that bookstore, 'n I'll buy you whatever book you didn't get to buy yesterday. And if that guy's there, you point him out and he and I can have a little talk, I'll make sure he doesn't touch you, or anyone else like that again, hm?" His voice was soft, calm as he pet your hair and you nodded.
"I love you." "I love you"
You didn't see that guy again when you went to the bookstore later on, Eddie's arm protectively hooked around you through each isle. He got you your book, and you even got to read the first couple of chapters to him in his arms that night.
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𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰
🧺Pairing: heeseung + female reader🧺
Warnings: male masturbation, cursing, dirty talk, cum eating.
Genre: smut, roommates, smut without plot. Not happy with the way this turned out :/
Summary: it wasn’t every day you caught your roommate pleasuring himself, and well, the sight wasn’t exactly easy to look away from, not to say he wanted you to anyway.
Number of words: 1.9k
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There are a million ways your day could have gone, but somehow out of all those ways, it ended with you standing outside your roommate's door with his cum stained underwear in the palm of your hand.
You're probably wondering what the fuck, right?
Yeah, I know me too, so let's take it from the tippy top,
shall we?
Ahem!
Before the incident…
You had gotten home a bit earlier than usual it was a slow day at the sandwich shop you worked at, and your manager let you take an early leave.
Normally you would have stayed the entire shift, but then you remembered you had some chores to get done, so you took him up on his offer.
After walking the short distance to your shared apartment, you unlocked the door and immediately hung up your coat, and took your shoes off.
You decided to go ahead and get started with the laundry first so you could relax a bit while the clothes were washing. After gathering up all your items, you headed towards your roommate's door. It wasn't unusual that you'd wash his clothes as well. You both took turns with things like laundry, washing dishes, and cleaning up.
It was just an unspoken thing you and him started when you first moved in together.
Carrying the clothes basket on your hip, you knocked softly on his door, looking up confused as you heard a tiny creak and saw the door swinging open.
You could have sworn the door was closed.
However
It wasn't
And you definitely were not expecting to see what you saw.
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Heeseung, your roommate, took this perfect opportunity to relieve himself of some pent-up frustration, and what better way to do that than by giving himself a much-needed orgasm? He'd been too busy with his studies and a part-time job that he didn't have much time to get around like he used to, but finally, he had some free time, and luckily, you were at work for another two hours, so he had the apartment all to himself.
At first, he hated the idea of sharing an apartment cause. Obviously, he wanted to be able to do whatever he wanted freely without having to consider anyone else, but that all quickly went out the window when he saw you.
He remembered the day you moved in with him like it was yesterday. It was nearly ninety degrees outside, and you were wearing the shortest of shorts and a white top that was see-through, and since you were sweating while struggling to move all your stuff in, the thin material clung to your body, showing every last dip and curve which left nothing to his wild imagination.
Of course, being the gentleman he is, he helped you with your boxes, and he also shamelessly eyed you up and down the whole time.
It was probably all in his head, but every time you went to grab more stuff from the trunk of your car, it was as if you were intentionally sticking your ass out just for him.
And god, just the thought of you could have him riled up in seconds, but in his defense, he hadn't had any in months.
As soon as he found out it was you he'd be sharing a living space with, he was happy, to say the least, because who wouldn't want to share an apartment with the hottest girl to walk the earth? To him, anyways.
Since that day, not a second went by, where he didn't think about how cute you looked in your pajama set or how amazing you looked in the morning and especially right before work when you tied your hair in a messy bun. That look was definitely his favorite.
When he caught a glimpse of you leaving for work today, it was impossible for him to contain all the lewd thoughts he had about you, the things he would give to have your soft tiny hands around his cock and to feel your sweet pussy sucking him into your wet walls.
And right now was no different as he stripped himself down to nothing but his grey boxers and relaxed in his gaming chair, palming over his tent that had formed just from thinking of you.
Before he met you, he'd pull up some random adult videos on his computer, but since he laid eyes on you, literally no girl had his interest, and with his vivid imagination, it didn't take long for him to fantasize about you being the one palming him over his underwear right now.
He teasingly rubbed his tip through the thin material, and a wet patch had already soiled the front of the fabric. From the first touch, he knew he wasn't going to last long. He impatiently pulled his hard dick out from the little hole in front of his boxers and stroked himself up and down slowly.
"Shit, that feels so good," he groaned at the contact, resting his head on his chair.
He focused on the tip with his left hand and used the other to massage his entire shaft twisting his wrist every now and then, abdomen tensing from the overwhelming stimulation.
He heard a quiet noise in the distance, but he paid no mind to it. You weren't coming home for hours, so he figured it was just something outside and continued to stroke his hard thick length.
But when he heard a loud gasp and the sound of something hitting the floor, that's when he stopped and opened his eyes to be met with a very wide-eyed you standing in his doorway.
You were too shocked to even move, let alone speak. How could you when you just caught your roommate jerking off with his door open? And on top of that, you kinda liked what you saw even though it was so wrong to think like that.
But now that your brain had fully registered just how wrong it was to watch him masturbating, you quickly covered your eyes, but only after staring for nearly a whole minute.
"I-I'm sorry I-I was just doing some laundry a-and you know uhh, never mind, I'll just come back later!" you laughed in the most awkward way possible, but before you could turn on your heels and leave him to his business. He spoke to you and stopped you right in your tracks.
"Or you could stay," He chuckled. "and isn't it a little bit too late for that? I mean, you've already seen everything," he looked down at his lap, grunting softly when he took his hard cock in his hand once again, pumping it very, very slowly.
Yeah, sure, it was too fucking late, but that didn't mean you had to stand there and watch that extremely beautiful sight any longer.
You felt like a creep.
But how the fuck was he so unfazed by you catching him in such a compromising position?
Why wasn't he yelling at you to get out?
And more importantly, why was he smirking when he saw you?
Truth be told, he really didn't mind you watching him get himself off. If anything, he was flattered, besides it's not like you were spying, so why not give you a little show to add even more excitement to his current situation.
"You must have liked what you saw, no? because it sure took you long enough to cover your eyes" he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, and there's no denying his dick got impossibly hard ever since you walked in. You'd think it would have been the opposite, but no, it wasn't. He was enjoying every last second of this.
Of course, you liked what you saw. How could you not drool at the sight of your very hot sexy beautiful handsome stunning gorgeous roommate pleasuring himself?
Impossible.
Still, you lied.
"N-no," you stuttered out.
"Oh? Well, maybe you should look again just to be sure, yeah?" he cocked his head to the side with a teasing smile on his face running his fingers along his shaft.
You were ashamed of how fast you dropped your hands from covering your eyes, but he was offering, so you couldn't say no, could you? I mean, maybe, but wouldn't that be rude?
Since you weren't a rude person, you accepted his suggestion, And it was just as surprising as the first time. You knew he was big cause you may or may not have eyed his print one too many times when he casually walked around in grey sweats, but to see it on full display like this was absolutely breathtaking.
He put one hand behind his head, smirking while he watched your eyes become darker with lust the longer you stared. "So? Is it still a no?"
What kind of fucking question is that? It was never a no, to begin with, and you were pretty sure he knew that. Any woman or man would be crazy not to appreciate such a beautiful cock.
"Y-yeah, I mean, no," You stammered over your words, clearly not able to coherently respond because you were too focused on what he was doing to himself. He just smiled at the effect has was having on you. "I like it," you clarified for him. He nearly let out a moan when the words breathlessly fell from your lips. His cock involuntarily twitched in his palm at the sound of your shy tone.
"Yeah?" He asked and added just a little bit of urgency to the movement of his hand. He was desperately trying to hold off cause there was no way he was going to put on a short show, not when he had such a beautiful audience.
You nodded and discreetly rubbed your thighs together from the almost painful throbbing between them.
"Stay" he ran his thumb over his slit spreading the precum on his shaft while watching every last expression you made. "Watch me cum for you," he said with a shaky breath.
You accidentally moaned, and as fast as your hands flew to your mouth, it was far too late to cover it up. He had already heard it loud and clear.
"Fuck y/n," he moaned, and he literally never moaned, but something about the way you were watching him had him so riled up that he was doing things he'd never do, such as using his free hand to flick over his hardened nipples. "You like watching your roommate touch himself? He teased. "Hmm?" Does this get you off?" He grunted and fastened his pace, quickly getting impatient, but he couldn't control himself when it came to you.
You could only watch in silence save the sticky sounds of his palm colliding with his wet base and breathy moans.
His toes curled into the carpet beneath his feet, Head falling back, and his eyes rolling in the back of his head. "Oh god, fuck, y/n, you're gonna make me fucking cum” he moaned out, and it was the hottest thing ever to hear him moaning your name so breathless and whiny.
This time you didn't even try to hold back your whimpers and moans. You couldn't help but imagine how good he'd feel inside of you.
A gush of wetness stained your panties at the thought, but you couldn't care less; besides, you were doing the laundry later anyway.
Your eyes were glued to him, tightly gripping his cock while he jerked himself off, faster and faster, quickly nearing his end. Unfiltered moans slipped past his lips as the first rope of hot cum spilled from his red tip. "Y/n, look at me, please look at me," his voice sounded so whiny and desperate. He hunched forward as more long strings of cum stained his carpet chair and boxers, but he couldn't be bothered with that right now.
You locked eyes with him fulfilling his request with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He looked even sexier, like this all sweaty chest heaving up and down and his face twisted in nothing but pure pleasure.
"Shit, that felt so fucking good" he let out a breathy chuckle, eyes still very much hazy and filled with lust while he rubbed out the rest of his high.
He dipped his two middle fingers in the puddle of cum on his stomach and held them to his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to clean his digits of his release, something else he had never done before, but he was so glad that he did when he saw how you bit your lip in the most suggestive manner ever and rubbed your thighs together.
He leaned back, catching his breath. Your eyes raked over his Adam's apple as he gulped.
A few beats of silence passed, before he stood up, letting his underwear fall at his ankles, He stepped out of them and made his way over to you.
You used every ounce of strength not to look down, but you failed so miserably.
"Sorry to keep you from your laundry," he whispered, and you felt his warm heavy breath fan across your face making you shiver as he handed you his underwear with a smirk on his face while purposely brushing his hand against yours.
You stood in place, frozen outside of his room. Even after he shut his door, you still didn't move one inch.
So yeah, that's basically the story of how you ended up with your roommate's cum stained underwear in your hand.
Pretty cool, right?
Well, one thing you knew for sure was after that, you were going to be doing something, but it definitely wasn't going to be the laundry.
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The snowflake
young president coriolanus snow x first lady reader
WARNING: snow is out of charakter, i am delulu, i can change him
Friend.
Ally.
First love.
Partner.
And now the husband. The man who slept soundly next to me meant all this to you. The sun poured into our shared bedroom along with the cold air coming in through the half-open window. As a result, Cory and I huddled together in our sleep to protect each other from the cold. I looked at his face buried in my shoulder, his quiet breathing made me smile and I kissed the top of his head feeling him start to wake up. “Good morning dearest,” he murmured in his morning voice. "Good morning love, I was afraid you wouldn't wake up," I replied. “Who would want to wake up if they could sleep next to you for the rest of the ages,” he growled back. “But you're too sweet. I laughed at his flattery. However, I rewarded him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth and began to slowly get up from the bed., Don't forget that today we have an interview with Lucky and...” my sentence was interrupted by an announcement. a rush of nausea that suddenly came over me.,, Are you okay , darling." Coriolanus shouted with panic in his voice as he quickly tried to get out of bed.,, Yeah yeah I'm fine.” I waved my hand at him to calm him down.,, You sure it looked bad so we can cancel the interview " to quickly counter., "No, it's fine. I didn't drink much water yesterday, so I felt nauseous. I carefully went to the kitchen where I poured myself a full glass of water and drank it. to have an interview as the first lady of Panem, but my day continued by going to teach students at the academy afterwards.I lectured on the history of Panem and my attitude made me quite a popular professor. Many of your former classmates were content to be representative wives, but I wanted more. I wouldn't mind just being a wife, but I remembered well how boring your professor's lectures were at the academy, thank you for this subject. And thanks to my enthusiasm, the students will also start to enjoy it. Therefore, I did not want to lose my lecture, so I decided to attend despite the nausea and the interview. Coriolanus in turn shared his schedule for the day, which included a meeting with the Minister and other presidential duties, as I liked to call them. After long preparations, I ended up with a dark red velvet dress with a square neckline and black heeled shoes. I quickly grabbed my bag that had my class materials and some corrected tests.
I went out to the entrance door where Coryo was waiting in a red suit and coat and in return he was holding mine which he quickly helped me into. Coryo immediately offered you his arm and carried your bag as you continued on your way to the car that would take us to the interview. Coryo who seemed to be the perfect gentleman opened the door for me and placed my bag in the trunk of the car. Unfortunately, my nausea got worse on the car ride and I was pretty sure I was green in the face. My husband's hand held my hand the whole time, and the third put small rings in it. Fortunately, we soon arrived in front of the studio where we were to give the interview. Coryo immediately got out and opened the door for you to simply get out. He offered me his hand again and together you walked to the studio waving to the crowd that had come to see the President and First Lady. I knew I couldn't show how miserable I felt, so I just smiled and waved. Fortunately, the interview went very quickly and all that was needed was for you and Cory to confirm that you will try your best in your new position and lead the Lord to a better tomorrow. After the interview, I said goodbye to Cory and started walking to the academy. Coryo offered to take me by car, but I insisted that I would rather walk. The second thing was that I thought the fresh air would help my nausea, which only got worse. I reached the academy within ten minutes and immediately entered my classroom. I had about five minutes before the students came in and your lesson started. Everything went well at the beginning of the lesson, the students answered my questions and everything went smoothly. But my nausea only got worse and I even got a headache. Suddenly my eyes went dark and my head was suddenly very light. Around you, you heard screams and commotion, someone was shaking my shoulder and talking to me. The darkness welcomed me into its arms and I lost consciousness.
Coryo pov:
I was just signing the cooperation agreement when the landline I had on my desk suddenly lit up. The number called was my wife's number. It was weird because she was supposed to be giving a lecture at the moment, but it was even more disturbing because I knew (Y/N) would never just interrupt her lecture. So I immediately picked up the receiver and a distraught young man's voice was heard on the other end. "P-Mr. President, Mrs. Professor has o-passed out and we don't know what m...ow." the distraught boy had to get a slap on the head. "What's wrong with my wife?" I shouted to the other side. There was silence for a while, but finally a mature female voice answered, "I'm sorry president, but the students here panicked, your wife passed out and was just taken to Frenill Hospital.",,Okay, thank you." he thanked the woman on the other end of the line and hung up. I immediately called my driver and rushed to headquarters. The whole time I was going to the hospital, I was wondering what happened, she has some kind of illness or someone poisoned her, my thoughts were running everywhere that I didn't even notice that we were already standing in front of the hospital. . I jumped out of the car and ran to the hospital reception hall. I ran to the counter but before I could open my mouth the nurse informed me that (Y/N) was in room 208. I went up to the second floor where I finally found her room and immediately burst inside. she lay conscious, but terribly pale, and had a drop in her hand. I went to her and stroked her hair.,,Hi, what happened." I asked her with a soft look. "I don't know, it got worse and worse and then I passed out, when I woke up, I was here. she whined.
Your view: Coryo was gently caressing me when suddenly the doctor came in. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Snow, I'm here to tell you the test results. Coryo grabbed your hand and put the tranquilizer rings on. The doctor suddenly laughed, “Don't worry, that's good news Mrs. Snow, you're pregnant, you're at the end of your third trimester, the baby should be born in six months, congratulations to you both. "said the doctor, leaving the room. I looked at Coriolanus and tried to decipher his opinion on the matter. I was happy myself, I always wanted my child. "Well, I think that empty room in the house will be used at last," he said and he smiled softly and reached his hand over my stomach and began to caress it gently. "I am the luckiest man in Panem."
OUR LITTLE SNOWFLAKE
I hope you like it if you have any request i am always open.
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosas x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#coryo snow#president snow#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#fanfic#reader#family#pregnant#fluff#delulu#i can change him
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Jay Halstead- Work Husband Pt1
I walk into the break room to grab myself a coffee. Jay, my partner is already in there making two drinks
"Good morning" I greet him
"Morning" he hands me a cup after he pours the hot water in
"Thanks" I give him a smile
"Your very welcome. Actually I erm wanted to speak to you"
"What's up?" I ask frowning but before Jay can talk to me Adam pops his head in to the break room letting us know that Voight wanted to speak to us. He asks me and Jay to talk to a source to find out some information about our perp.
Jay and I get in the car, me behind the steering wheel. At first it's quiet. Then jay breaks the silence
"I think it's time we can be honest with each other. Wouldn't you agree?" This makes me feel a little nervous, but I try to hide it
"Depends"
"Ok I'm just going to say it"
"Go on then"
"You driving all the time? I'm not down with that"
"Tough. I drive"
"I've been on the job longer" I see Jay now looking at me through my peripheral vision. I glance at him before looking back at the road
"Well I've been in this unit longer"
"Ok honestly? I feel like a house husband" I chuckle at this then put on a straight face and glance at Jay
"I'd say sorry..." I stop the car and take my belt off and now give Jay my full attention "but I was told not to lie. Now let's go" I open up my door and both Jay and I start to walk to the shop when a guy whistles at me
"Shake it baby" I raise a brow at him then shake my head
"Jay" I nod my head towards the shop
"Watch yourself" Jay warns
"Yes sir officer sir" the guy says back to
"Does that ever catch girls attention?"
"Jay it's fine. Leave it" I open up the door to the shop "hi Chicago PD we would like to ask you a few questions" I say showing my badge
"Sure"
"A pay-as-you-go phone was purchased from your store in the last 24 hours" Jay starts as I take out the phone number from my pocket
"We're looking for who bought it"
"Yeah, a Juan Garcia. Yesterday. Paid cash"
"Any other information you can provide us?" I ask
"No, we're not responsible for background checks"
"True, but it is a fairly common name. You know, there's not a lot we can do with that" I give the store clerk a sweet smile
"You don't tell me how to do my job. I don't tell you how to do yours" the guy hands the number back to me as I continue to smile
"You're Glen Pearson, right? The owner of this place?"
"That's right"
"You know, it looks like there's a Glen Pearson with deceptive practice and fraud charge"
"Huh" I cross my arms looking at Jay
"Yeah for selling stolen merchandise
out of Gary, Indiana" Jay shows me a fake police report made to just scare the guy "That's a 25,000 dollar expeditable must-hold warrant"
"Hmm. What do you think Halstead? Height, weight match. Eye color, too"
"Yeah" he nods his head "hey I've got an idea. Why don't we throw some bracelets on him, we'll take him down to the station, run his prints, and then we can be sure" Jay gives me a little nudge
"I got a nanny cam up here. I can pull some footage. Get a picture of the guy who did it.
It's best I can do"
"Oh that's great" Jay and I both smile "oh and I'll have some gum"
We leave the store after getting a photo. I place a piece of gum in my mouth
"I knew that would work"
"Now we just gotta figure out who this idiot is" I pass the photo over to Jay as the same guy we passed earlier throws a bottle
"Why don't you bring that ass over to place sometime girl. I'll let you in"
"Hey" I say to Jay who looks pissed "it's fine. Let's go" Jay takes off his holster and badge, handing them over to me "ok. Yeah" I nod my head. Jay and the guy have a little tiff earning an eye roll from me "oh my hero" I give Jay his things back "and by the way I'm still driving" I run over to the drivers side of the car before driving us back to the precinct to talk over what we have found out.
#one chicago#one chicago imagine#chicago pd imagine#chicago pd#jay halstead x y/n#jay halstead x you#jay halstead x reader#jay halstead x oc#jay halstead x yn#jay halstead#jay halstead imagine
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LIHO
Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Warning: angst/fluff
WC: 1,5K
(English is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes)
Summary: You lose your long-time kitten but your girlfriend is always there for you.
You wake up with small rays of sunlight on your face, you turn to the other side of the bed trying to feel your girlfriend Natasha's body, only to feel the sheets empty.
She's probably already gone for her morning run, Nat is someone who really enjoys the morning.
Thinking about it, you and your girlfriend at many times are completely opposite of each other, you certainly don't deny yourself a good sleep whenever you can.
Natasha always tends to see the more rational side of any situation while you often let your emotions get the best of you.
But nothing that doesn't fit the two of you perfectly, Natasha is your person when you need to put your feet on the ground and you are the lightness that leaves Nat much more open to the world.
Coming out of your ramblings, you get out of bed and clean yourself up thinking about what to make your girlfriend for breakfast when she arrives.
You arrive in the kitchen and start work, you put eggs in the pan and start making the dough to make pancakes.
At that point you remembered to put food for your kitten, you look around looking for him, he should be at your feet asking for food
You frown when you call out to him and he doesn't respond.
You immediately went out into the apartment looking for him, you spent a long time looking for him, you were already getting slightly desperate with the thought that maybe he ran away.
Until you see a small shadow next to the sofa, you immediately run to him and try to pick him up, he immediately lets out a meow of pain.
You release him to see that he is lying on the floor and seems very weak, you are confused, yesterday he was fine.
You really despair when you see that there is a small pool of blood next to him.
You immediately pick him up and put him in your car heading straight to the vet, you couldn't get your cell phone or anything, desperation spoke louder.
"Hang in there big boy, we're going to take care of you" you said, already feeling your eyes watering. You couldn't imagine losing your best friend.
Meanwhile, Natasha arrives at your apartment. She was going to get home early from the run, planning to catch you in bed, but decided to take a few extra walks.
"Y/n? I'm home darling" Natasha calls you hoping to hear your sweet voice
When she didn't hear anything, she went to the kitchen to see if you were there but what she found was a strange scene.
Unfinished eggs in the frying pan, unmade pancake batter, Natasha's mind immediately went to a terrible place.
She tries to look for you around the house and doesn't find you, immediately she tries to call you only to hear your phone ringing next to her. His phone was at home.
Natasha tried not to panic, she obviously had an answer and it certainly wouldn't be that you were kidnapped or something.
Before Natasha can create more scenarios, her phone rings, with an unknown number, she immediately answers it.
"Hello?" Natasha speaks on the phone, "hi, Nat? It's me Y/n" you say in a tearful voice, Natasha becomes even more worried.
"Y/n? Honey where are you? Your phone is at home, I was worried and thought-" you instantly cut her off "can you come to the vet please? I can't explain right now. I need you here."
With that, Natasha calms down a little and sees that the problem isn't exactly with you.
"Of course my love, I'll be there in minutes" Natasha said, leaving the apartment and getting on her motorcycle.
Minutes later Natasha arrives at her destination and the first thing she sees when she breaks through the door is you crying with your head in your hands.
"Detka? What happened, is it something with your cat? Is he okay yet?" Natasha peppered you with questions and all you could do was cry louder.
"H-he died Nat" you said between sobs, "he had some problems but when he got here it was too late, I had to watch my best friend die, I can't do it anymore"
Natasha took you in her arms and hugged you tightly, she knew that your cat was extremely important to you, seeing as you had owned it since you were a child.
"They said that because he was old, he didn't have the strength to fight" you cried louder into Natasha's chest
"Aw my love. You can cry, it's okay, I'm here with you." The redhead said holding it tightly.
It took a while for Natasha to calm you down and take you home.
Arriving home you look around and see the toys, the bed and the tracks of your best friend and immediately you cry again.
Natasha is there with every tear you let out, holding you, kissing your head and telling you she's there for you.
Eventually you fall asleep due to tiredness from crying so much. Natasha feels a pain in her heart seeing you sleeping with your eyes swollen and holding a photo of your kitten.
She goes into the living room and doesn't take anything out, but puts all of your cat's belongings somewhere else and puts them out of your sight so that you don't suffer anymore.
Natasha doesn't know how long it will take for you to get over it a little, she fears it will never. But she will be willing to be with you every step you take.
Six months later, you seemed better, you were trying to move on with your life, obviously sometimes you cried with homesickness but Natasha was always there to hold you.
Natasha was coming home after a 3 week mission, she wanted nothing more than to take a shower and hug you.
God, she missed you.
Nat's thoughts were interrupted by a meow, she looked down and saw a small kitten running around her legs.
The kitten stretched out on Nat's legs as if showing off. Natasha patted his head but eventually continued on her way to her apartment.
Until she felt that the kitten was still following her.
"You look like you want to go home with me, don't you?" Natasha asks the cat who immediately let out a meow and sat down.
Natasha thought for a moment, maybe you didn't want another cat after what happened, maybe you weren't ready but maybe you needed another chance to make another cat happy, she knew and saw how much love you gave to your old cat and she appreciated that .
Natasha held the black cat on her lap, she had hazel eyes and Natasha thought they looked like hers
"I'll call you Liho, it's a great name isn't it?" The cat meowed at Natasha and snuggled up to her.
Arriving home Natasha was a little distressed by your reaction, what if you decided you didn't want any more cats or something?
Natasha opens the door to her house and her sense of smell is hit by a wonderful smell.
"My beautiful girlfriend is cooking something delicious" Natasha says softly to the cat who seems to be looking at the place wanting to explore.
Natasha hears you call out to her.
"Here my love" Natasha replied hiding the cat behind her.
"There you are, I missed you my love." You appear with an apron and a bun in your hair, Natasha thinks you couldn't look more beautiful.
You come over and give her a peck and try to give her a hug and Natasha shifts in an uncomfortable way.
"What happened? Are you hurt?" You ask, starting to get worried until you hear a meow from behind your girlfriend.
"What is that?" You ask confused, Natasha relaxes a little and puts the cat in front of you.
"I found her on the street, I tried to leave but she kept chasing me and I was worried that you didn't want any more cats but I also couldn't leave her on the street so I brought her but I don't want her to get mad-" you raised your hand hand stopping your girlfriend's ramblings.
"Why would I be mad my love? I would never be mad at you" you said calming your girlfriend's nerves.
"And who is this?" You asked your girlfriend "it's actually her. I was thinking maybe we could take care of her" Nat said.
"She's beautiful, a cute little thing" you said taking the cat on your lap, she meowed and licked your face. "I think she liked you Detka" Nat said laughing.
"Yeah, I think so" you said, Natasha noticed your change in mood "don't worry my love, your cat would love for your love to go to another kitty in need, and Liho needs it a lot" Natasha said running her hands down your back .
"Oh, do we already have a name then? Liho, I like it, it suits her" you said laughing and stroking the cat's head.
Adopting again was definitely a big step for you, but you couldn't be happier. Now Liho has a home and two wonderful owners.
Natasha smiled as she came out of the bathroom and saw you lying there sleeping with Liho lying with you.
You will finally give all your love and affection to Liho and she couldn't be happier.
N/a: A story for my sweet kitten who died. I love you
#natasha romanoff#marvel cinematic universe#black widow x reader#black widow#natasha marvel#natasha x y/n#natasha romonova#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x you#natasha x reader#liho the cat
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The Art of Etiquette Part 9 | Jeon Jungkook
Summary: Your call with Jesse is dramatic on his part to say the least but looks like there's a new guy in town and he's got his sights set on you.
Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook
Word Count: 2.2k~
Warnings: Explicit and suggestive language but barely lmao
a/n: Sorry this one is a little shorter guys but I figured this was a good stopping point so I hope you enjoy it 🥰
p.s. barely edited as always lol
Start from the beginning
"Hello?" I say, my voice ridden with exhaustion since I was woken up out of a sound sleep from my phone ringing on full blast.
"Hello? That's all you have to say to me? Girl I've been texting you since last night and you never responded" Jesse scolds through the phone and when I look at my messages I have over 50 from him alone.
"I'm sorry Jess I was busy with Jungkook all day yesterday and I just ended up taking a shower and going to sleep. I guess I forgot to tell you how it went" I apologize, rubbing the sleep from my eye. "Tell me everything I don't care if you're all over the place I just need to live vicariously though you" he says, his excitement palpable even though the phone.
"Well we went to the modiste and found my dress an-" "No no I don't care about the boring stuff. Tell me about what happened between you and Jungkook. Did you guys share glances? Did he touch you? Did he hold your hand? You know the juicy stuff. Well, I guess as juicy as you could get with an etiquette teacher" he spouts off, trying to keep me on track.
"I thought you said you wanted to live vicariously through me? So I was taking you through my day step by step" I say, smiling at his impatience. "I meant the good stuff" he groans and I laugh at his playful frustration before having mercy on him and telling him everything.
"I found out that we like the same music and like similar foods and that he really is a nice guy. Under all of that commanding and strict nature he truly is a great guy" I admit, morning thoughts now full of him giving me a fuzzy feeling in my chest.
"You're falling for him aren't you?" Jesse asks, amused once he hears how I've changed my toon so quickly from one day to the next. "I wouldn't say I'm falling for him but there are some, stirrings" I say, confused and still half asleep, not being able to fully express my emotions properly.
"Stirrings?" Jesse laughs, knowing what I'm meaning to say without actually having to say it but still pushing me to say more "Yes stirrings and let's leave it at that for now" I say, sitting up and stretching before getting out of bed.
"Whatever you say" he sings leaving me rolling my eyes as walk to the bathroom and start to pull out the various things I need to get ready. "He also kinda sorta kissed me" I mumble and immediately pull my phone away from my ear, knowing how loud he's going to get about me hiding this from him for so long.
"HE KISSED YOU? LIKE FOR REAL THIS TIME?" he asks, repeating his reaction from last time but needing to clarify right away since things have been interesting between us to say the least.
"Well it wasn't full on but it was more than last time" I smirk, knowing that Jesse's way more excited about this than I am. "What's that supposed to mean" he asks quickly, dying to know since this is probably the most important piece of the puzzle he had been waiting for.
"Well I walked him out to his car after he dropped me off to say goodbye, and well he..." "Y/n I swear if you don't just spit it out I'm going to come over there and strangle it out of you" he growls and I laugh, always loving the feeling of torturing him.
"Alright alright. So when I walked him out he said goodnight to me but when he said it, he said it against my lips. Like he brushed his lips against mine and just left me there and drove off like nothing happened" I say and the silence on the other side of the phone worries me.
"Jesse?" I ask and then I hear what sounds like him punching his pillow or something. "Jesse are you alright?" I laugh and soon he takes in a deep breath and yell out "HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LIVING MY DREAM?!?!?!" and I bust out laughing while he scolds me on the other end of the phone.
"What are you doing?!?!?! You're literally wasting precious time that you could be using to let him fuck your brains out all because he just likes playing games with you. He wants you so bad so just go for it! If not for your own sake then for mine" he whines and I just continue to laugh, trying not to take him seriously because if I do I don't know if I'll be able to act like I don't want him too.
"When's the ball?" Jesse asks after I had been tuning him out for a second or two. "Next Saturday" I answer and he hums, thinking about if he can squeeze me in for something or other. "Why?" I ask, his silence peaking my interest.
"Well I wanted to see if you'd let me come and help you get ready for the ball? You know, hair, makeup, nails the whole nine yards" he says and I groan thinking about all of that stuff thrown together in one day.
"My guess is that my mom is gonna either have someone come over to get me ready or that she'll send me to some sort of shop. If you want you could come with? Maybe get a manicure to while we're at it?" I offer and I can just tell how excited he is about it already.
"Yes yes a thousand times yes! I swear every time I've asked you to do anything that is remotely girly you've always said no so there's no way I'm passing up on this one!" he says and I can't help but smile. "Well I'm glad that I'll have someone by my side to help me endure this torture" I groan and he brushes me off, my claims sounding absolutely ridiculous to him.
"Anyways I've gotta get ready for class so I'll see you then alright?" I say, checking the clock, thankfully seeing that I have more than enough time to do so. "Alright well hurry up so we can grab some coffee or something beforehand because I'm exhausted" I scoff at his words, since he was the one that woke me up two hours before my alarm was supposed to go off.
"Why the hell would you be tired? You're the one that woke me up!" and he scoffs right back at me. "I was getting impatient alright! And rightfully so! How could you not tell me he kissed you?" he whines and I know this is my cue to wrap up the call.
"He didn't kiss me alright. If he does you'll be the first to know, I promise. Unless someone sees of course" I say and he sighs dramatically, impatient with how slowly this whole thing is playing out.
"Yeah yeah whatever, I'll see you soon. Should I just grab you something and meet you at our table?" he asks and I hum before responding. "Please and thank you" I say, dragging out the last word and soon end the call.
Classes go off without a hitch with Jesse bugging me every other second about Jungkook so I guess it was a pretty normal day to say the least. "Tell me if anything happens at your lessons today alright? No more late updates! I'm honestly still mad at you" he groans before picking up his stuff to go.
"Yeah yeah whatever. See you later loser" I say, rolling my eyes and he rolls his right back at me even more dramatically. "Bye bitch" he says over his shoulder, giving me one last wave before walking to his last class while I make my way to mine.
Walking into class I'm greeted by the murmurings of almost all the girls in class all aimed at one guy in particular that I'd never seen before. Granted I don't really pay attention to anyone in this class besides the professor anyways but seeing that there's a big enough reaction, my interest can't help but be peaked.
As I make my way over to my usual spot in the lecture hall I begin to notice that he's sat right across the aisle from me.
I try to keep to myself and quietly go to my seat and pray he doesn't notice me because the last thing I need is a some guy trying to distract me in class.
Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that I don't like helping people but, no actually I guess I really don't like helping people now that I think about it. That's besides the point though. All I need to worry about is getting through this lecture and getting out of here so I can make it to my lessons on time with Jungkook.
As the professor finally makes his way into the classroom and starts to set up I hear someone trying to get my attention.
"Psst" I hear and know exactly who it is, making me cringe but deciding to acknowledge him nonetheless. I look up at him and realize why those girls had been whispering about him since he, putting it as plainly as I can, is a very attractive human being.
"What?" I respond and he grants me a smile that would make any other girl swoon, I however am not that girl.
"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" he asks, giving me the lamest excuse in the book to get a girl's attention. I summon all the strength I have in my body to resist rolling my eyes and decide to just reach into my bag and grab him one, hoping to be done with this conversation as soon as possible so I can focus on the lecture.
I hand him the pencil and feel him purposefully brush his hand against mine and I pull my hand back, making him drop it and gaining the attention of the professor.
"Is there a problem Mr. Foster?" the professor says to the freeloader next to me. "No sir, no problem at all" he says smoothly, trying to charm is way out of the scolding. "See that there isn't" the professor says, raising an eyebrow at him while the boy apologizes making the lecture resume after that.
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"Hey" the guy calls out after me as I make my way out of the classroom. I stop and look at him, only planning on giving him seconds to say his piece before leaving, knowing that I'll get an earful from Jungkook if I'm late again. I raise a brow at him as he smiles down at me and doesn't make moves to say anything first.
"Can I help you?" I say, finally breaking the ice and wanting to get to the point. "Actually you already did. I just wanted to give you your pencil back" he says holding it out to me with a bright smile. "Keep it" I say and turn my back to go and unfortunately he follow after me.
"What's your name?" he asks after squeezing through the students in the halls so he can walk next to me. "None of your business" I grumble and try to walk faster but he follows all the same.
"That's a curious name" he chuckles, refusing to take the hint to the fact that I don't want to talk to him. "Can't you just leave me alone?" I question, stopping in my tracks, trying my hand at this method rather than just trying to outrun him which seems futile at this point based off of how long his legs are compared to mine.
"I just wanted to thank my savior since I would've fallen even further behind in class if I wasn't able to take any notes today" he says and I cross my arms, knowing for a fact that half the time he was just looking at me since I could feel his eyes on me every time he looked my way.
"The best way to thank me is to leave me alone. I've got things to do and I don't have time to waste on you Foster" I say, using his last name since that's all I know so far. "It's Daniel" he chuckles at my effort to push him off (figuratively of course, thankfully he has manners enough to maintain personal space).
"I prefer Foster" I say sarcastically and he laughs as if I've said the funniest thing in the world. "Foster it is then" he agrees and I groan, walking off to my car and luckily this time he doesn't follow me, watching me from where we had been standing until I'm out of his sight.
'Just when I thought my day was going well I've some how created a tail. Why me? Why not all the other girls in class that were obviously fawning all over him?' I shake my head and open my car door, slumping down into it and take a deep breath before putting on my seatbelt and putting my keys in the ignition.
Hopefully I'll be able to get rid of this sour mood by the time I see Jungkook because otherwise our lessons aren't gonna be the prettiest today and we don't have time for anything but pretty. Time is running out and I need to remain focused if I want to do this and do it right.
I want to leave a good impression on everyone for James' sake, but more than anything I want to make Jungkook proud of me...
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Kaiser x reader (Part 4)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
word count: 4518
Warning: stalking, harassing, reader traumatized, maybe suicidal, reader crybaby, swearing
The next day you went on like normal, getting your children ready for kindergarten and cooking them breakfast for the morning. Your children were pretty excited and they seemed to have forgotten about everything that happened last night. For now, they didn't seem to ask any questions or notice any problems you were glad that they were behaving normally and you wanted to keep it that way but that worried feeling still lingered in your mind, would you be able to keep everything under control and not let anything happen to your children.....or would Kaiser suddenly come by and interfere....?
You then walked out of the house with your children, getting them ready for their kindergarten they were excited and happily skipping and laughing as they walked to the car with you. You got into the car and made sure that your children were secured in their car seats before starting to drive to the kindergarten to drop them off. Everything seemed to be going well so far but there was still that thought of 'what if ' that kept coming back to you and it was starting to get frustrating
After you dropped your children off, you went to work. The day at first was going as normal as it could've, but something kept bothering you in the back of your mind. The fear that Kaiser hadn't just followed you just yesterday still lingered the fear would not leave your mind you just had an uneasy feeling about all of this and the fear wouldn't go away you were going to have to figure this out eventually, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to sleep at night .
Eventually, the time at work passed by quickly...and it was time for you to leave .You put all of your things in your bag and quickly got your belongings before clocking out and leaving work....you had a feeling that you should hurry back home right now...it was just a feeling...and you didn't want to let that feeling linger....you just had that feeling
When you walked out of the café and hallway unlocking your car, you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist....you looked over and saw a man....a very familiar man...Kaiser....his hand was gripping tightly on your wrist....you were in shock and fear at seeing him again
You pulled back your hand out of his grip and asked him what he wanted he looked at you with those cold eyes of his....you could almost feel a chill on your skin just by him looking at you...you almost thought you could hear the sound of your heartbeat as he kept holding your gaze
"what do you want"
"I just want to talk...that is all..."
"talk then don't waste my time"
He looked at you for a moment before speaking again, he seemed to almost have a smirk on his face when he spoke again.
"I just want to talk to you like a civilized person and have a small chat....is that so much to ask?"
"yes-"
The smirk almost vanished from his face when you replied with a flat 'yes', he didn't seem to like that answer but he quickly regained that smirk he had before and he spoke to you again.
"Well then, let me rephrase myself then may we step away from your car and go somewhere more private..."
"em nevermind then"
His cold smile quickly vanished again when you rejected his suggestion...he didn't seem to like being told no one had ever said no to him before....and he wasn't about to let that start now
"Why...can't we chat here?....are YOU too uncomfortable to have this talk right here....?"
you try to ignore him but he won't let you go so you push him away and drove off quickly
He almost seemed to be taken back by your sudden aggression when you pushed him away and drove off to get your children. He clearly did not expect you to act so....bold....it caught him completely off guard that you would push him and just...drive off....? He stood still for a moment and then he started to follow you.....after all...he couldn't let you go that easily
You then pick out your children from daycare and go home. your still scared that he will be outside your house so you close every window in the house....every single one of them....and you have a feeling that he is still standing outside, watching your house from outside...
Well eating dinner you suddenly remembered that tomorrow was your twin child's birthday....a day to remember and a day to celebrate.....but how could you celebrate when this whole situation was going on right now?
You had other things on your mind to worry about and yet you had another responsibility as well to celebrate and make sure that your twin child enjoys this day they're just a child after all this whole ordeal should have nothing to do with them but you still couldn't wipe the fear away from your head how could you possibly celebrate right now...?
"so are you excited for tomorrow"
"YESSS" they scream happily you then take both of them and got them ready for bed as they talked about being excited to get their own gifts for their bday....they were in their own own world right now and it was almost as if nothing had happened they trusted you they looked up to you and they expected you to protect them and you wanted that to be what happened.....you don't know what Kaiser was planning you just don't want anything to happen to your children
The next day you dropped your children off and went back to work....everything was going on as normal....you were doing everything you normally did and nothing seemed out of the ordinary....but that uneasy feeling was still inside of you
That feeling would not go away....how could you relax when you didn't know what would happen later on?....Kaiser was still out there and now he knew where you lived....and you didn't know what he was capable of...if he would go after you.....or after your children as well...
When your shift is done and you were just getting to your car after your workday....you just wanted to get home and relax for the day and celebrate your dears birthday
Suddenly you felt a firm grip on your shoulder.....you were pulled into a corner and you turned around and....it was kaiser again he looked at you with that cold, apathetic look....those cold eyes.....he then grabbed your shoulder again and pulled you closer so that you could just hear him.
"let go of me"
He just kept a firm grip on you, refusing to let you go"I'll let go....when we have our chat....understand?"
He looked at you closely, staring right into your eyes with that cold, apathetic gaze of his....you felt so uneasy just by looking back at him....why was he doing this?...he couldn't just...stop?..he had to talk to him right? Or else he could do...something else?....you were so worried
you can't control your emotions anymore without realizing you shed a tear
Seeing you cry immediately made him feel a bit of regret for dragging you here he took his hand off your shoulder and let you go e then spoke to you
"W-wait.....wait please....I-I didn't mean to..."
But the damage had already been done and you were already crying.....he looked at your tears and you could see...he looked guilty..."Why..."
"...why are you crying?...." The tears continued to flow as you looked down...you didn't want to look up at him....you just....couldn't...
Your crying only got even worse and your sobbing was pretty much drowning out any other noise now and this just made both of you more and more uncomfortable and after a small long awkward silence
"Couldn't you just leave me alone"
"But....but..."
Seeing you cry seemed to stun him for a moment and it made things awkward as he just looked at you while you continued to cry he seemed to look away for a moment before looking back at you
"Is... that what you want?..."
"y-yes"
"....are you sure?..."
The softness in his voice it almost seemed too good to be true he had always been cold and uncaring as to why all of a sudden...he seemed to care...just a little....was it even real or was it just a trick?....he sounded as if he actually wanted to know if that's what you really wanted...
"is not like you would care....."
"I-'"
His cold expression suddenly switched back and he went from having a softer, caring voice to his cold, apathetic tone. There it was....just like a switch had been flipped....it was like he couldn't hide the mask he wore anymore and he had let his mask slip for a brief moment
"...you're right I don't so let me ask you something why should I care?"
He went back to his uncaring tone....his tone that you just knew all too well....and he looked straight at you with those cold, dead eyes
"You were just a small, weak, insignificant person to me....an object I toyed with for the fun of it.....why would I ever care about you?"
"then leave me alone- "
"You're still the weak, pathetic person I always remember...you had no spine...all you did was crawl after anybody and beg them to take you in....or to stay with them....as soon as anyone had a slight problem with you, you would run back to whoever was nice enough to take you in....you have no backbone."
You felt your heart sink when you heard him say those cruel words....he was right.....you were weak...
"So why would I care about someone like you? you were just something to help pass the time....just a toy that I would mess with whenever I felt like it...so you were right...I don't care"
Your too stunned to speak you just walk away but he grabbed you again...and pulled you back to him....you could almost feel his grip tightening on you .You stared crying again
Seeing you cry again made him take his hand away from you once more and he just stood there, watching you cry.....the cold, apathetic mask he typically had was completely gone...his eyes weren't cold and dead....and his tone of voice wasn't uncaring....instead he looked.....worried?....a little?...
"w-when will you- leave me alone-"
"...When will I leave you alone...?"
His tone of voice was almost normal now....without that cold, apathetic tone....he sounded....almost worried?....like he actually cared...but you weren't sure if it was real or not.....was he just faking this?....how could you tell?....and then you heard him say the quiet, barely uttered words you try to excuse yourself
"I'm busy-"
He didn't let go....he held his grip more tightly on you...
"No...you're not busy....you're just lying....I know you weren't busy....I know what you were truly doing..."
"I need to fetch my childrens"
He let out a short bark of a laugh after hearing that....he didn't believe you....
"You have time to fetch your children...." He said those words in a mocking, mocking tone as he kept holding you in place...
"no i don't so let go of me" you said getting frustrated
"What if I don't?" His grip on you was still as tight
"What if I don't let you go?"
You scratch his hand making him groan in pain letting his grip go you quickly ran to your car he quickly jumped in front of your car as soon as he saw you running towards it...he put his hands on your car door so he could block you "Where do you think you're going....?"
You slap him
He was caught off guard by the slap
You slapped him and he was stunned a bit by that....he let go of the car door and you were finally able to get in your car.... He stood and watched as you backed out, his hand on his face holding the spot where you just hit him....he was....almost stunned....but he quickly recovered. He stepped back into your way, blocking you from leaving...
"didn't you had enough already-"
"What if I didn't have enough?..."
He stepped back in front of your car again, blocking you from leaving and not letting you get back out onto the streets.
"why can't you just pity me or something-"
That word....that one word hit him like a ton of bricks..."pit- pity you?....me pity YOU?..." He looked at you sternly as his eyes once again began to look cold and apathetic
"Are you serious?.....why should I pity YOU?"
"...I-"he grabbed your hand tightly , making you squirm and try and pull away....his voice sounded as cold and agitated as ever
"I told you that you're not going anywhere...now you're just going to come with me questions asked..."
"I rather die "
Your words struck his ego and his self-image of himself. You'd rather die than come with me?..."
"y-yes..."
Your words caught him off guard and your sudden suicidal urge was something that he didn't expect...he kept a firm grip on you...
"You're suicidal?..." There was a brief moment of concern in his voice....was this true....did you really mean it?...it made me pause for a moment...
"you think it easy to finally have a calm life taking care of your fucking child and you still won't leave-taking every single thing from me and it's still not enough"
he didn't know how to process what you were saying...your suicidal thoughts....did you really mean it?....were you really considering it?....his grip on your wrist still held tight though....as if he was still holding you back...
He let go of your arm when you pulled it back and he raised his hand to put it in his pocket....he looked down at the ground and became quiet for a moment
You walk back to your car he watched you drive off....he kept his hands in his pockets
as you drove away....he let out a deep sigh...he just stood there for a few moments..."Damnit.. damn it all..." He said to himself quietly....he started to walk away after watching you go..
TIMESKIP*
You drove back home, with your children and parked your car in your driveway...."Now we're back home....now, my kids are safe...." You breathed a sigh of relief and started heading inside when you heard a ring from your phone...
it was a random number you were quite hesitated at first but then at last you answered it.
It seems like the person calling you was someone you knew...someone who knew about your kids...."Hello...?" You answered the phone and heard the sound of the other person...you knew right away who it was.
"Is this Vale?" You heard an unfamiliar voice on the other end..."yes...who is this?"
"I don't think it's really important who I am...I'm actually calling about your kids..." They said, their voice still not quite recognizable...."Your children...."
"yes...did they misbehaving or...?"
"No....they're really not misbehaving....they're being really good children actually....but that's not the problem...the problem is..." They continued on, their tone shifting slightly. You could suddenly hear the concern in their voice..."The problem is....well...."
"Your children..." They spoke quietly, seeming almost as if they were afraid to tell you something...."Could I see your children?..."
"y-yes but who are you-???"
"I'm a......friend..." They replied...."A friend of yours...." They paused for a moment, seemingly trying to get the next words out.
"well sure i guess i haven't meet my old friends for a while let meet at a park i said then telling them the location"
"Okay...we'll meet up soon....see you then..." They replied...and they hung up the phone. They knew where to meet with you already?....they seemed to know a lot about you....and you didn't even know who they were....the whole things seems a bit...strange to you...
You try to shrug off the uneasiness and just told yourself that it must just be some old friend from high school...you haven't seen them in so long...it could definitely be them.....or couldn't it?...and like that, you pushed off that uneasy feeling...
TIMESKIP*
It was a weekend...you didn't have to go to work and your kids didn't have to go to kindergarten....you were at your house with your kids, just relaxing and enjoying the weekend..."This is nice..."
You then remember the meeting so you tell your kids to get ready as you got yourself ready and you all went to the park...when you arrive at the park, you walk around a bit, just enjoying the peacefulness and the nice weather...
You were sitting on a bench, just watching your kids play waiting for the person....but no one else was around....you started to get a little impatient after waiting for a few minutes....you weren't even sure if the person was actually going to show up....but then, you heard footsteps behind you....
You looked back and you froze in fear after seeing who that person was "Oh no..." Your brain wasn't able to keep up with everything and make all the connections....but your gut....your gut told you exactly what was going on...
It was the same person who called you last night!...."Why are you here?" You said, feeling like your whole world had just come crashing down...your gut had been right the whole time....and now, you were right in front of him..."Kaiser..." Your words were coming out slightly incoherently as you struggled to keep your emotions steady and calm...
"w-why??? Are you the one who call me-"
He kept quiet for a little bit as you two stayed face to face..."Well..." He said in an unnervingly calm tone "I wanted to see your kids..."
You were shocked by what he said and all thoughts in your mind froze as your brain processed what he had just said
"W-why do you want to see my kids...?"
"Well..." He said in his calm, unnerving tone..."You see....there's something I want to do...and I want your kids to be a part of it...." He said, sounding even more unnervingly calm than before
"What?...Are you going to hurt my kids or something?" your voice breaking slightly now
"No....not at all..."
"kaiser I don't my kids have anything to do with you"
"Don't worry..." He spoke...still sounding unnervingly calm "They won't have to do anything....they'll just be a part of it...." He replied he put his hands in his pockets now "You'll see once you come with me..."
You instinctively put yourself between your kids and him, as he stood his ground, unphased "Come on...." He said as he started to walk forwards
"Do you really have to be so difficult?..."
"just leave them alone-"
He stopped himself and stepped back as he saw the protective stance you're taking....he put his hands in his pockets for a moment "You really think I'd hurt your kids?" He asked, his voice sounding less calm and more aggressive”I have no reason to hurt them but I do need your kids..."
"In your dreams"
"And why would this be a dream?" He sounded angry now "Don't think I'm joking around here this isn't a joke I NEED your kids...now..."
You pick up your childrens to be safer "Put them down now..." He started to become even more aggressive now....his tone no longer calm but filled with anger....he took a step forward "Put them down and come with me..."
"why should I"
"Well....if you don't wanna do it the easy way.....I'm gonna make you do it the hard way..." He said in a threatening, aggressive tone "Put them down, or else...."
"or else what..?"
"Or else I'm gonna take them from you....by force so you have two options....give them to me willingly....or...."
"you need them for what...?"
"For something...I'm not gonna tell you what that reason is...." He said with a cold, apathetic tone"
"Tell me now-"
"I can't It's a secret can't reveal what I'm going to do." He replied...his tone of voice sounded angry"But just know that I'm saving them....and you...from a long, boring future..." This sentence surprised you because you couldn't understand what he meant by it..
"From a devil like you" you sounded extremely angry at that point
His tone suddenly became more aggressive..."Don't you DARE call me the devil....you have no idea how much I'm saving them from..."
"From what from ME i sacrifice everything"
He raised his voice a bit and looked at you..."From everything....from their boring, mundane, mundane life....I'm saving them from that..." When you thought about it, he was right. your life was pretty mundane and your kids too they didn't have much fun or excitement...
"NEVER"
He stopped you before you reached the car. Don't you get it....your life is too mundane for them...and you're wasting them....giving them a boring, boring life....I'm saving them from that " The way he said the words..."I'm saving them" made you nervous....you had a bad feeling about it now "So please...." He said as he came closer to you "Let me take them..."
"Wasting them i was the only one who took care of them i was there when they were still a baby i was there alone with nobody to count on what about you huh you did nothing-"
Seeing you say this pissed him off a lot "You think it was easy for me?" He said aggressively "You think that it was easy for me to watch you waste their potential?!?..." He was angry that he wasn't able to stop you before....he wanted to be the hero "Now I'm here...and now I'm doing something about it....I'm saving them....whether you care to admit it or not...."
He then said with a frown"With me I can give them that life let me take them..." He said...his eyes narrowed in annoyance "Please..."
"Tell me wat you want to do with them first"
"Let me just tell you what I want to do with them..."
He paused and took a deep breath "Alright...I want to take them to see the things...experiences that you were never able to give them....they have so much potential....yet you're just wasting it by making them take the same course of life that you have.....you've been wasting their potential....and I'm not letting that happen...."
"nope- is not like your the father your just the baby daddy"
His face soured when you called him a baby daddy "Why do you call me that?.... Am I not the father of your children?" He asked with anger "I'm not just some 'baby daddy', I'm their god damn FATHER..."
"When did I even grand you that- no, your not"
"When you decided to sleep with me, that's when!!" He angrily barked "The moment that we slept together, I became their father...now stop calling me a....a 'baby daddy'...." He said, his voice filled with hostility..."I'm way more than that..."
"Have you seriously forgotten"
He remained silent for a few seconds...his eyes glazed over as he processed what you had just said...his grip on his fist tightened even more....he was struggling to keep his emotions in check...then he spoke again "Are you....saying that I.....did....to you...." He sounded angry...and his tone remained intimidating "Are you really.....saying that.....I r.....r...."
"yes you don't care how much I cry how much i try to run and how I plea you to let me go but nooo" you said annoyed that he had forgotten what he had done to you.
He kept silent for a moment, his eyes narrow and his fists clenched as he began to feel a mix of emotions...he was slowly becoming angrier...his voice slowly became more aggressive...and he took a step towards you.....he finally spoke "Shut up..."
"if that's going to help"
His tone became more aggressive with each word that he spoke "Shut up.....I...did not....r..." A mix of anger and a slight hint of guilt now began to show "I never....did that...to you..."
"Not in your opinion"
"N-no...." He said, struggling for the right words "I never...did that....I never wanted to..."
"But you did to fulfill your teenage wish "
He kept quiet, his eyes now filled with nothing but anger...he took another step towards you "Is that really what you think?"
"y-yes... who would present to bully someone making their life a living hell and still slept with them and saying yup this right"
He remained silent for a while, letting your words sink into him...he was finally starting to accept that.....he may have really done it...He finally spoke..."No...you're wrong..." His voice was soft, like a whisper..."I....I did...."
He was finally owning up to the fact that......he did do it....he was finally becoming more honest....more open about it "I did......but...I wasn't.....in the right state of mind...I wasn't.....thinking about it...." He sounded like a confused boy talking to his mother and not like a man speaking with his ex-girlfriend "It was...a mistake...I promise it was just a mistake...."
"then what's on your mind that moment huh just because I'm weak doesn't mean you have to take advantage of me " you said trying to keep my cool and not to cry well my childrens were in the car"
"I wasn't thinking..." He said after a little bit "I...got swept up in the moment...." He said with a sigh "I was just a teenager....and you were....weak....so.....I...took advantage of you...." He was finally admitting the truth "And I'm sorry..."
"..good... now you get it and you can always find someone else but I can't..."
"No wait..." He said quickly "I'm sorry...I really am....but I..." He paused, trying to find the right words to say "I still have some feelings for you....I do....but...I should've been more responsible...I shouldn't have let my hormones....control me..."
"I- at least you know so- please I- I just want a peace full life and leave me alone" you felt relief that you got to let your emotion out and making him finally understand
"I know....I know..." He then walked forward and grabbed your hands "I...I genuinely am sorry...I.....I should've been better than that..."
"I wish things had been different.....I wish I could've just been there for you more....and more understanding....I wish I had been more responsible...." He said, keeping your hands in his " I wish I hadn't hurt you....as much as I have..."
You then walk to your car and putting both your childrens on the passenger seat. As you turned to walk to your car, you felt something hit you on the back of your head. Then, everything went black.
You slowly woke up, but you couldn't see yet as you were groggy from being knocked out the back of your hurt so bad you couldn't even move. As your eyes and your brain began to adjust, you realized that you were tied up. You looked around and noticed that you were inside a car???
It took you a while to realize it was Kaiser car when you looked around the other side of the seat, was……Kaiser????
He just sat there, smirking...like he found this whole thing funny....you couldn't believe it...he was the one who kidnapped you?...and kept you in the car, while your children were asleep in the back....and he was just smirking and looking at you...like.....he had no shame at all in doing this to you...?
"Don't need to worry dear I'll take care of you forever...."
OMG it finally done so this is the ending it took me a while but it's fine ig but I hope you guys still love it even though it is..... ya and if there are any mistakes please tell me
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My 92-year-old grandmother has been suffering from dementia for the past decade. We are at the point now where this is how our morning goes: I put her boots on for her, put her coat on for her, zipper it up, help her down to the car, put her in the car and strap her in, and then drive her to daycare for the day. And it just really struck me how this is the exact morning routine that my sister is in with her four-year-old, except that with the four-year-old we are trying to teach her to prepare her for the world: This is how you put shoes on, here is how to put on your coat, this is how a zipper works. But with my grandmother we know she will never again know how a zipper works. In fact, she will just lose more and more. Now she has started losing language, in exactly the reverse of the way we learned language. Yesterday she told me she didn't know what a butternut squash was when I referenced one. Of course this is something she did know once, but her mind has lost it. Complex sentence structures and abstract concepts are slowly fleeing from her in the way that you wouldn't use those structures with a small child. It's just truly amazing how you march forward for so long, then you just march perfectly backward to where you started. (Not everyone ages this way, of course. But for my grandmother with dementia, at least, it's a shockingly perfect parallel. She used to be at the same level as the kids, and now the kids have gotten older and moved past her and she's regressed backwards to the toddler-ness. It's been striking to watch.)
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Chapter 02 | You Could Kill Me And You Should
'Falling From Grace' Series
[Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Reader]
Song Title: This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller
Content Warnings: Leon is a Bad Driver (most important warning), Mostly tension building, They're getting better until they're not, Some nightmares
Word Count: 12k
Author's Notes: Second chapter of the Falling From Grace series! What did you guys think yesterday? I hope it was good enough in your guys' opinion! Anyways enjoy I hope you enjoy part two :D
Posts are scheduled for 8 a.m. EST every day until the series is complete!
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Summary: As you and Leon start working as allies, the more you start having second thoughts about him. Surely it couldn't mean anything...right? Conflicting emotions and a surprise visit shatter your whole view of him and you can't help but wish Leon would reveal his true intentions already.
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"You're no good, you're no good. You could kill me and you should. I'm an idiot for thinking this was anything but blood..."
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You're really considering your life choices.
Currently, you hold on for dear life in the fancy little sedan Leon owns as he races down the street, pushing fifty-five on a road where the speed limit was set to forty. It's only been a couple minutes since you left the motel and you wonder in amazement how this man manages to get anywhere with his horrendous driving skills. A stop sign comes up on the horizon, and he at least has the decency to slow down. You think it'll be smooth sailing but he slams his foot on the brake right before the sign and the entire damn vehicle jolts beneath you as your head almost crashes into the headrest.
Maybe this was how he was trying to kill you. You never thought Leon would be interested in vehicular manslaughter.
Before he can even think about pressing on the gas, you unbuckle your seatbelt and earn a confused look from him.
"Get out," you command, opening your door. "You're playing passenger princess now."
You feel much safer as you adjust the seat and mirrors and Leon lands into the space you had just occupied. As revenge for your abrupt change in seating, he cranks the religious Christian rock station on the radio and subjects you to guitars lamenting about Jesus as singers mourn the death of their savior.
Truly, right now you wish Jesus would take the wheel.
"How did you even pass your driver's test?" You mumble, checking the street both ways (which you're sure Leon wouldn't have done if he still had the unfortunate privilege of driving) before tapping the gas and climbing up to a very safe forty-two.
"They said that while my driving was unpleasant, it technically wasn't unsafe or hazardous," he shrugs. "I got it on my third try."
"They lied to you, then," you frown. "Probably gave you pretty boy pity points or something."
“Pretty?”
When you glance at him, his eyebrows are raised suggestively and you scowl. “You’re so right, my apologies. Mediocre boy pity points.”
“Hey.”
When you get onto the main interstate and turn on cruise control, you finally let yourself relax, seeing that practically no other vehicles were out at this hour of the morning and gaining some sort of comfort that nobody was tracking you. For now, at least, you're safe.
The city Leon found that was near the laboratory you were planning on infiltrating was fairly large and he'd rented out a suite at the top of one of the prestigious hotels with government money that he spent without a glance. You'd simply stared at him when he revealed this information to you and he'd only smiled and told you to pack your things.
Ridiculous. He was going to drive you crazy.
The song on the radio switches and you're surprised that you know it. Leon seems equally surprised when he hears you humming the melody of the chorus under your breath.
"You know these songs?" He asks.
You turn your left blinker on and check the rearview despite the lack of any other car. "Just this one so far. My family was heavy on this kind of music when I was a kid so it's mostly backed by nostalgia."
"Huh. Mine were too."
That surprises you. It's weird knowing you have something in common with him, especially with a childhood core memory like this one. He also didn't strike you as the type to have grown up on cheesy Christian rock, but the more you know. Maybe if you knew him earlier on, it would make more sense. After all, you'd only gotten to know him a little after the incident with Wilson and his business with working with viruses right under the president's nose.
Of the course, the J.I.E. had wanted you to check it out before you firmly reminded them they were asking you to infiltrate the white house.
After a few minutes of nothing but roads and listening to music, you hear light snores to your right. One glance is all it takes to know that Leon’s been lost to the gentle rock of the car and being lulled to sleep. The sight makes you soften a little as you return your eyes to the road and snake a hand to the knob that controlled the radio station. You twist until you find something you like, settling back into the seat as you keep on, singing the lyrics to some choruses you know mindlessly as the streetlights fly by in patterns of aged yellow.
You only have a vague notion of where you are so it really is unfortunate that Leon had allowed himself to fall asleep so quickly, but you don’t really fault him. The guy technically was supposed to be on vacation but with your sudden intrusion, it made it near impossible to get the relaxation that a getaway insinuated. You feel bad, but also consider that he had volunteered to accompany you for this whole plan.
At the most, he could’ve nursed you back to health and let you go, blackmailing you later into telling any information you might gain. You know the government isn’t above doing something petty like that.
But, here he was, snoring softly away in the seat of a car that’s being driven by one of the greatest threats on his life. Leon must’ve been exhausted if he was able to go unconscious despite all the risks. Not that you would ever dream of trying to engage in a fight while you’re going seventy on the interstate, but more so that you do owe him. You’re not the model of an upstanding citizen, but you try to keep your morals as best as you can in this industry.
You sigh, glancing out the windshield to see the bare trees lined with frost on their trunks flashing by as they bordered the interstate. Snow covers where grass usually sat so the blizzard must've been large having covered this much ground in the span of only a few days.
Truly alone with your thoughts now, you reflect on everything that has happened. Of course, you’d told Leon what had happened at the J.I.E. when you left, but he never knew how you got wrapped up in all of that kind of stuff. For all he knew, you just showed up one day and found a new threat to his missions.
As a high schooler, you’d always dreamed of doing something big. Despite being talked down by your partner at the time, you’d been determined to help those in need and care for the ones who’d been lost and needed guidance. ‘Justice for Inhumane Experimentalists’ was the title of those hopes and dreams so landing an internship there felt like you were one step closer to everything you wanted.
They promised you more. They promised you’d be helping masses of people.
You’ve killed more than you can count on your two hands and have gotten a whole bunch of scars that you can’t even bear to think about now. That youthful hope has been sucked out of your soul, but your parents still think you’re in some city with a regular nine-to-five living your best life. You haven’t seen them in years, but frankly don’t care to try now.
You don’t care to open that can of worms.
You notice a green road sign that lets you know that the city is only a couple miles off of an exit, and you recognize the name of it uttered by Leon in passing when you asked him where you’d be heading. As you vear off the main interstate and merge onto the exit road, you hear a grumble and an odd noise of recognition.
There’s a pause before Leon speaks, voice heavy with sleep and tiredness still lingering in his tone. “You’re thinking really hard over there.”
Confused, you slow down at a stoplight and actually turn to get a good look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, for one, you’re holding onto that steering wheel like you’re trying to choke someone to death–” you loosen your grip and your knuckles flood with color, “–and you’ve got that wrinkle in your forehead that you get when you’re really focused on something.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve almost killed you enough times to know when you’re trying to think of something to get you out of tight spots,” he reveals as the light turns green and you tear your gaze away from him to carefully turn left across the intersection. “You’re easy to read.”
“To you, maybe.”
“Are you saying you can’t say the same about me?”
He’s got you there. “Touché.”
“Thought so,” he leans back smugly.
Maybe you should have crashed the car while he was sleeping. You’d have to mourn the missed opportunity later.
Lights appear on the horizon, and you feel better upon seeing the large silhouette of the city rising over the landscape. A green sign lets you know that you've breached the border as Leon begins directing you down the unfamiliar streets to one of the bigger storied buildings. You park easily into a free space and volunteer to start unpacking the bags so he can go check into the room.
The ground is lined with ice and snow from the recent blizzard that had carried over this way too. Today, you and Leon would be setting yourself up for recon work on the J.I.E. but more importantly, buying you some much-needed clothes and necessities. Now that you were close enough to actual stores, you could pick up some things you've needed since you showed up at the motel.
When Leon reemerges, he has a key card in hand.
The two of you don't say anything, but each takes a suitcase to at least make it look like you brought something. The light hits your eyes as you enter through the sliding doors and wave politely to the hostess who's sitting alone at the front desk.
"I hope we'll provide you with a nice place for your honeymoon," she calls out and your stomach drops. "If you need anything, just let me know!"
"Oh! Thank you so much," you enthuse with an exaggerated smile. It drops as soon as you round the corner to get on the elevator and you whirl around to Leon who's acting like he did nothing. "Really, Kennedy? A honeymoon?"
"It made the most sense since I booked the suite," he shrugs placidly, reaching around you to press the button to call the lift. "So try to behave and be a good little wife, yeah?"
That old flame of hatred reignites in your chest and you remember just exactly why you and Leon had such an intense rivalry. You frown when he tilts his head up to watch the numbers tick down on the small screen above the door frame, and before he can get the chance to even think, you elbow him sharply in the gut earning a pained wheeze and a satisfactory double over.
The elevator doors open, and you walk forward with a grin, the suitcase rolling behind you. "Come on, husband. We've got a room waiting for us."
The glare he gives you is probably one of the nastiest you've ever seen.
"So much for a peace treaty," he mutters under his breath and you roll your eyes as he gets on.
Really, you shouldn’t have let your guard down after all the vulnerable moments you’ve shared with him and you’re reminded that this partnership is merely temporary on both ends. Once Leon gets what he wants and your little vendetta has been quelled, you’d part ways and end your feud by never having to see one another again.
Thank god for that.
The room is decorated modernly, with crisp white sheets and polished wooden floors that seem to be upheld in the most pristine condition one could afford. In all honesty, getting to spend the night in something like this after having to live in the motel for a couple of days was a blessing. If you weren’t still pissed at Leon’s surprise cover story, you might have thanked him.
He really couldn’t come up with some better excuse, huh? Maybe you should handle all the talking during this mission proceeding forward.
You let the suitcase in your hand come to a stop as you take in the view. On the far wall, large velvet curtains cover the entire space and curiously, you peak through them. You find that the entire wall is just one big window and t view is breathtaking, showcasing a city waking up as the sun just barely begins to rise up from over the horizon. The sparse amount of sunlight stays easy on the eyes and you sigh quietly as you simply resign to watch.
“I hope a skyline isn’t enough to wow you,” Leon’s voice breaks you from your quiet stupor and you crane your head around to look at him unimpressed.
Did he ever know when to keep his mouth shut?
“I’m sure liking a skyline is a better sight than all the pornstars you probably blow all that money off on,” you bite back, moving away from the window and wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Are you still hung up on the cover story?”
“Yes.”
“You’re immature.”
“And you’re insane.”
Leon groans and you choose to ignore his theatrics in favor of looking at the brochures provided by the hotel on what to do. There was a large shopping district near here that caught your eye. The title of it shared the last name of one of the officials in the J.I.E., and having it be located so near to one of the hidden labs must be no coincidence.
You’re about to bring this point up to Leon when you notice he’s standing a lot closer than you were expecting. You hadn’t even heard him moving and your heart leaps up into your throat, effectively killing any words you were about to say.
“Look, if this is gonna work out, we need to get along as best we can,” he begins and you already feel like he’s chastising you like a kid who got caught with their hand down a cookie jar. “I’ll consult you on any more cover-ups we might have to pull off in the future, but we need to cooperate if we’re gonna make it out of this alive.”
You know he has a point, but you won’t let yourself be told off as if he wasn’t being a fucking instigator. “You wanted to come on this road trip, Kennedy. Remember that.”
You brush past him roughly and decide to slam into the bathroom, breathing out and leaning against the door when you get inside. The mirror is bordered by a bright white light that reflects in your eyes when you look into it. As per usual, you’ve seen better days, and you think bitterly about how much your appearance has deteriorated since your primetime, so to speak.
People your age should be having kids and going out drinking every weekend to take off the end of dealing with coworkers and customers–not fighting a constant war against unnatural bioogical weapons.
Unless you hopped on a dating app or something stupid after this whole thing is said and done, there was no hope for you.
You pretend like you’ve gone to the bathroom, flushing the empty toilet bowl and washing your hands to get rid of the persistent feeling of dirt on your palms. When you walk out, Leon’s got the curtains drawn and was standing right in front of the window. He turns upon you exiting, awkwardly motioning to the view.
“You should come see the sunrise,” he says, hands rubbing the back of his neck like he’s a boy asking out the baker’s daughter. “It’s pretty. You’ll like it.”
Cautiously, you join him and look out. Leon’s right–it’s pretty.
The sun doesn’t intrude on your eyes but only slowly rises as a ball in a shade of fiery orange, lighting up the skyline until you can make out the finer details on buildings that reach the height of the hotel. It illuminates the entirety of the suite in a golden glow, and you look up at Leon to ask him why he’d done this but the question catches on your tongue.
He looks beautiful in this setting, some dark and repressed part of your mind croons. His features are framed just right and the shadows pronounce and contrast all the parts of him that you neglect to notice just for the sake of having known him for so long. The only other time you’ve reluctantly admired him was the last night you’d spent together in the motel under the cover of darkness in the middle of nowhere.
You decide that despite your history together, this is how you want to remember him.
“You’re right,” you murmur, catching his attention and those blue eyes find yours. He’s almost as breathtaking as the skyline is. “It’s really pretty, and I do like it.”
He’s so close, you can almost feel his body heat if you focus hard enough, and that deranged part of your mind grows and grows until you finally have the clarity to shut it down. You shake your head mentally, breaking your eye contact to actually look at what he’d meant for you to.
What the hell just happened?
Had you really just indulged that impulsive little voice in your mind again? You could admit that Leon was attractive objectively, but you’re not just any woman who would fall for his charms and smooth-talking tongue. You know him too well for that.
Some feeling curls in your chest, crossed between disgust, glee, hate, and excitement. Whatever it is or what it means, you don’t like it.
For now, you allow yourself to stay in this quiet moment–one of the rare things you hardly ever get–and admire the sun.
✧ ˚ · .
Bustling cities had never really been your style, but you've been forced to deal with them one too many times.
For some reason, you hadn't expected the sleepy city you watched wake up would turn into such a tornado of chaos once the sun had climbed up into the sky enough. For this reason, it was important you and Leon stayed close together so that you wouldn't lose each other in the storm.
If only you had a phone for emergencies, but that was too easy of a way for the J.I.E. to track you down simply. It was safer to be off the grid entirely.
The effects of winter were still in play unfortunately so the snow hadn't left the streets just yet. Icicles persistently formed wherever they could and the wind still swept with an icy chill that made you shiver under the clothes you decided to wear for the day.
It was nearing lunchtime and Leon was adamant about finding someplace to sit down to eat after walking aimlessly around town trying to find the location in the brochure you'd found, though you both agreed on going when it would be less busy. The fatigue would have worn you down if he didn't force you into a sweet little café that just happened to be along the sidewalk you'd been strolling on.
“I could’ve kept going,” you defend, and Leon levels an unconvinced look at you.
“We needed a break anyways,” he refutes, motioning to a menu written in chalk above the counter where a glass display case sits. “Go find something, and don’t worry about the price.”
You want to taunt him for having to buy his enemy something as if you really were on a date, but the overwhelming hunger that hits you is enough to make your mind wipe clean. As Leon begins ordering his things, you peek into the display case where all the little cakes and pastries are displayed while listening to him talk with the cashier.
“How do you like working here?” he was saying.
“Oh, it’s good work,” the cashier answers. He’s got dark hair with shocks of silver lining it and a full mustache. His eyes seem honest enough. “I’ve been the store owner of this old place for my whole life, really.”
“Store owner?”
“Got it from my dad,” the guy says before glancing your way–though you pretend like you aren’t watching him through your peripheral–and teases, "Your girlfriend?"
"Oh, no," Leon deflects easily, shaking his head. "She's not my girlfriend."
Upon hearing that, something must have possessed you at the moment for some inexplicable reason. In a split-second decision, you straighten up and give a sugary bright smile to the store owner.
"I'm his wife."
You can feel Leon’s stare burning holes in your head.
“Oh!” the store owner seems mildly surprised. “I should have known–we get married couples younger than you two all the time.”
You resist looking at Leon in favor of ordering what you’d decided on during their shared conversation. He has enough consciousness to slide a card into the reader when it was time to pay, but you know he’s just bursting at the seams to ask what the fuck you were pulling.
To be honest, you didn’t even know yourself.
“What are you doing?” he hisses quietly once you slide into a booth in the corner. “I thought we were discussing any cover stories we were doing.”
“You came up with that.”
“You weren’t on board with it.”
“It just took me by surprise this morning.”
Leon sighs, massaging the bring of his nose like this whole thing was giving him a headache. To be fair, it probably was, but you weren’t too keen on trying to push it. After all, you were the reason he was on this wild goose chase during his vacation time even if he was the one who practically forced you to take him along.
“Playing house isn’t going to kill us,” you assure, glancing at the other customers minding their business. “We can be the absolute picture of a newlywed couple until this is all finished.”
Leon peeks up at you with uncertainty. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’m sure.”
“Right,” Leon breathes out, folding his hands and leaning forward on his forearms, fixing you a look that says he's settled on a decision about something. “Just for now.”
The store owner comes by, placing your drinks in front of you and a few paper bags with what you’d ordered. He sends a not-so-subtle wink at you, saying, “It was nice meeting you guys. You keep him in line, alright?”
You giggle and poise yourself in a way that makes you nothing but innocent. “I always do, don’t I?”
“To some degree,” Leon mumbles under his breath, taking a sip of the coffee he’d chosen.
Your thoughts clear when you get proper food in your stomach and you finally gain enough sense to properly take in the café you'd found yourself in. It's definitely small, with only a few tables being occupied including you and Leon, but the service seemed nice enough. There's no time to let your guard down, though, so you shift in your seat and clear your throat, getting Leon's attention.
“So Williams’s place is just a couple blocks away,” you begin. “He’s the operator of exports and imports of the J.I.E. so he was absolutely vital within their operations.”
Leon busies himself with taking a bite out of the banana bread he'd gotten. Did he even really like it? “Did you have to encounter him often?”
The question leaves a bad feeling rolling in your chest so you choose to avoid making any more trouble than what was necessary.
“Not much,” you say. “He’s good with his words, though. You’ll want to be careful if we do happen to see him since he knows both of our faces.”
“He’d attack us in broad daylight?” Leon’s brows furrow.
“No,” you shake your head, sipping on your own drink as you try to form a way to explain it to him. “Agents in the J.I.E. are trained especially in stealth so if I were to hazard a guess, he’d have someone stalk us and then send an assassin to put us out of the big picture."
"Is that what they did with you?"
You tilt your head, trying to think since it's been a good while since you were on a rookie's level. "I was taught a little more than just typical stealth. I was only dispatched to your location once they knew I could get myself out of a tight situation effectively."
Leon hums, leaning back in his seat and giving you another look that you can't discern. "I see."
The question rolls off your tongue before you have the sense to stop it. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're trying to find something, but you can't." He's never done that before when you'd been fighting. It's frustrating, knowing that even though you've picked out his mannerisms on a microscopic level, you couldn't catch it all.
Leon blinks before leaning back forward and saying lowly, "Maybe I am looking for something, but you're not letting me find it."
What?
"What's that supposed to mean?" You huff, folding your arms across your chest. Instinctively, your thumb rubs circles on your upper arm. "C'mon, Leon. When are you going to stop being so cryptic and just give me a straight answer?"
"I could do that," he muses, crumbling up his now empty paper bag, "but, it's more fun not to. You're a smart girl–you can figure it out."
"Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, Kennedy."
"I'm not trying to flatter you."
The two of you come at a standstill as you try to decipher whatever puzzle he thought would be funny to put you in and he waits patiently for your answer. This whole rivalry between the two of you was a battle of the minds just as much as it was of strength when actually fighting, but this has to be one of the most confusing things you had to unravel about him. When he wanted to, Leon really could be an enigma.
He holds his emotions close to his chest–you know that much.
People have recounted that he's charismatic and charming, though you've seen less of that side and more of the stone-faced agent who doesn't let any of his internal feelings show. You only know this because you'd been trained to do the exact same thing. Thinking about it, the J.I.E. had just been building you up to be someone who could stand up against someone of Leon's caliber, and the realization that you really were just a weapon in their eyes makes your whole mood sour.
"We have to get a move on," you interrupt the tension and put an end to your small staring contest. "We should get this visit over with as fast as possible."
Leon frowns, not used to seeing you give up so easily but shuffles from his seat to follow you out of the booth. The two of you throw away your trash and push back out into the blinding sun that causes you to shield your eyes, looking around and finding a gap in the crowd to start moving in. Leon trails close behind, his hand brushing yours as he fits himself next to you in the sea of bodies.
Your heartbeat quickens for a moment and you wonder why his touch suddenly burns in a good way.
You make your way past the multiple stores looking for the familiar sign that you'd seen before while watching your surroundings. Even though the city isn't the largest you've ever been in, it's still pretty big and the buildings stretching up to touch the sky aren't anything to play around with. The air is still cold but with the peak of the sun, it provides a source of heat to combat it.
When a certain sight catches your attention, you glance back to Leon and point at the building. "There it is."
You break away from the crowd with him hot on your heels as you approach the automatic sliding doors. The rush of warmth from the temperature outside is a blessing, and you adjust yourself to your surroundings. It seems to be just an average clothing department, though you're determined to figure out if it was anything more than that, which was highly likely.
You and Leon had agreed that you should do your shopping here so that you could knock it out within the day before washing it at the hotel's laundry room unless you get caught. It's a low possibility, but a possibility nonetheless, so you resolve to be extra careful as you stray towards the women's section and start picking out clothes.
You stay simple with some t-shirts, a couple pairs of pants and shorts, socks, and a pair of shoes. An employee catches you browsing and she makes her way over, looking between you and Leon before her eyebrows raise at the sight of him.
"Hello," she greets overtly enthusiastically. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
She's talking to him more than she is to you, but it's not something that concerns you really. At the most, she'd ask for his number and he'd give her some burner digits before you left.
"I think we've got it all handled, thanks," Leon answers, and you can feel him keeping an eye on you as you pretend like you're looking for something you like even though you have enough outfits to last a week.
"Good!" She says, pausing awkwardly before speaking again. "I'm sorry, you're really good looking. Has anybody ever told you that?"
"Some, I guess."
"Well–um–can I get your number? If your friend doesn't mind, I mean."
You catch his eye and the discomfort in his expression is evident. You understand why, what with the employee coming incredibly strong onto him for a stranger who just thought someone looked nice. Sparing him some grace, you move closer just enough for him to use you as a scapegoat if he wanted.
He takes your incredibly subtle hint immediately.
"This is actually my wife," Leon rushes out, a little too fast if you were critiquing him, but you can't fault him for it. "We're here on vacation."
You give her a little wave, and her eyes latch onto your hand where absolutely no ring lies on your bare ring finger.
"Oh," she says flatly, all of the false bravado she built up wilting immediately though her disappointment is shadowed over quickly by the customer service facade. "Right, sorry. Then you guys should go to the Silver Orchid. It's a fancy restaurant around here that makes for a good date spot so I'd recommend going."
"We'll look into it, thank you.” You smile and she falters.
"Okay, well, let me know if you guys need any help," she says and walks away, going faster than the usual gait.
Once she's out of ear shot, you hear Leon mumble. "Thank you."
"Of course." The earnesty in your own words surprises you. "Should we start investigating?"
"You don't want anything fancy?" He asks, motioning vaguely in the direction of the portion of the women's section that held dresses, skirts, and flowy tops. There was really no reason to dive into it.
"I don't really need that kind of stuff," you frown, confused as to why he was asking.
Leon, for the first ever time in all the years you've known him, is flustered. "Well it looks like I'm treating you to dinner tonight, so…"
You stare at him in wonder, mouth dropped open in slight amazement at the tension lying in his shoulders and the way his skin reddens with embarrassment. Never before have you seen him like this and if you didn't know any better, you might've thought he really was asking you out on a date. He wouldn't ask you of all people, though, so why he'd ever want to go out pretending to be your husband more than he needed to baffles you.
Perhaps he just wanted to make the most of his actual vacation. That made sense.
Right. That must be it. There was absolutely no other reason for him insisting shyly to go to dinner at a fancy restaurant that couples frequented, and there was definitely no reason that him insinuating this fact made your palms clammy and your stomach flutter like those romance novels always talked about with the butterflies.
"You're sure about this?" You ask, parroting his question from earlier when he asked if you really were okay with posing as a married woman. "We can just hit a pizza place on the way back or order something at the hotel, you know."
He doesn't meet your eyes, which is uncharacteristic of him. 'I'm sure."
Softening, you feel vulnerable in a way you haven't felt ever since he stitched up your back–maybe even more so now. "Alright. You'll have to spend a couple extra so I can doll myself up properly."
"You know money's not an issue."
"I know, but I just wanted you to know."
What was happening? What happened to hating him to the point of being ready to shoot him as soon as your finger got to lay on a trigger? What happened to heated words and fighting viscously and being ready to cut each other's throats open whenever there was a chance for it? Sure, you had agreed on civility, but you're pretty sure a peace treaty didn't involve going out on faux dates and feeling things you shouldn't.
When did this all change? When did this all shift?
Has saving your life really been the turning point in this situationship?
You ponder over these questions as you go through the dresses in your size. There were multiple in a myriad of colors in a variety of shades that you couldn't even name, and they were all cut in different shapes and unique designs. However, you really couldn't think straight enough from being torn between picking something nice and wondering about the things you were feeling when Leon unknowingly left you in torturous suspense.
"You'd look good in this one."
His voice pulls you from your wandering and you look up to see him tugging on a navy blue number that wasn't too flashy and wouldn't show off much of your back. It could easily be remedied with a cardigan, and he had a point that it was a very pretty dress.
"You think so?" You ask, shuffling through the hangers until you find it in your size. It's nothing you've never worn before and a slit is revealed in the side that would trail up to your thigh. You've worn more revealing things before, but this is the first time you’ve done it for something that isn’t necessary to the mission.
"Yeah," he agrees. "You should go try it on, and maybe try and see if there's anything in the dressing rooms that piques your interest."
Oh, that smartass.
"You're right," you murmur. "They might be hiding something in there, huh?"
"Couldn't hurt to check."
You pick up a black cardigan that would fit with the whole outfit along the way before finding the dressing rooms, picking one at random, and getting into one of the small cubicles. You're alone with nothing but the soft glow of the lights that surround the full-length mirrors that show off every angle of the body needed.
First and foremost, you touch around the walls for any possible hidden panels, but you come up empty handed. As far as you know, activation mechanics could be hidden anywhere but perhaps that's not what they used here. You check the hooks which turn out to be just an average rack screwed into the wall, and find your last resort in the mirror panels.
You tug on the bottom of the central main panel and it gives away to your surprise.
There's a steel door hidden behind it with a thick gry block affixed next to the handle. The metal is warm and faintly, you can feel the hum of some sort of electricity going on behind it. Whatever they were hiding here, it sounded complicated and big, and there's no telling what was behind it. You make a mental note about it as you close the panel back and make sure it was firmly reattached.
You nearly walk out of the room before realizing that the dress you’d picked up was still hanging innocently on the hook.
A frown makes its way onto your face with uncertainty, insecurity rolling in your chest before deciding to give in. It’s been a while since you went out for a nice dinner since you preferred not to get pity looks ordering a table for one and dates were practically nonexistent. You’ll play along for now. It wouldn’t hurt, right?
Turns out, it hugs your figure just right and you wonder silently how for all Leon’s worth, he’s managed to pick out something that you agreed looks at least decent. The addition of the cardigan adds to the flair, making you something dark and mysterious, and your imagination provides a candid shot of you and Leon side by side clad in navy blue hanging on each other’s arms.
He’d look good in a suit.
You hurry to change back into your previous attire, cheeks flushing as if someone had caught you fantasizing about something you shouldn’t be. Making a mental note to pick up a pair of fancy shoes next, you make your way out of the dressing room with the dress slung in the crook of your elbow and find Leon absentmindedly browsing belts.
“You’ve fortunately got an eye for women’s fashion,” you say, and he perks up upon hearing your voice.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Have you got anything fancy enough for a date night, Mr. Kennedy?”
He seems to process the teasing lilt to your voice, blue eyes conflicted before he turns away, not looking at you as he replies, “You underestimate me, Mrs. Kennedy. Of course I’ve got something.”
Your mouth drops open, staring after him as he begins striding away, clearly intending for you to follow. Disbelief covers your expression as you trail behind him, still trying to understand what he was trying to do other than lightening the mood. Surely he wasn’t as forward as this when he really was trying to flirt with someone?
Then again, playing pretend for a mission could hardly count as flirting.
“We’ll hit shoes and make-up then go, Sound good?” Leon suggests, stopping when you don’t answer him.
He looks down at you as you shake your head slightly, clearing your overanalyzing moment and blink. “What?”
He doesn’t explain anything for a second, only giving you that soul-searching gaze again, before smiling gently as if he found a hint of what he’s been looking for. “Nothing you should worry about. C’mon, the sun will be setting by the time we get back to the hotel if we keep going at this snail’s pace.”
You nod, following behind him, eager to get out of this place so you could safely tell him what you’d found in the dressing room out of earshot of any potential enemies. Well…you also might be entertaining the idea of getting to know him better over some good food.
And outside, the persistent ice finally begins to melt.
✧ ˚ · .
It's been a long while since you had dealt with makeup, fancy outfits, and elegant things.
For a good while, you had nothing that was ever soft or fragile, but rather your training had hardened you and roughened your personality around the edges so much that they had sharpened into something dangerous. You were an agent, meant to live a secret life in the shadows gaining information for your bosses, and survival was the key term to your success. Fragility wasn't an option, and your looks didn't matter when bruised and bloody out on the field.
However…this hasn't ever hurt anyone.
When you and Leon had returned to the hotel suite with arms full of shopping bags and aching feet, you took hold of the bathroom to resign yourself to doing your preparation of your look in there. A hot shower was the perfect distraction from the heart beating strongly in your chest in anticipation of what may happen tonight, and your fluttering nerves weren't any help either.
A shame to say that the makeup brushes felt foreign in your grasp and it takes a moment to remember what everything did and what they were used for.
It comes to you eventually, and you fall into a vaguely nostalgic and familiar routine as you pick through all your products carefully and choose what you'll use. Going for a natural look with accents to pop, you steady your shaking hands and lose yourself in the delicate motions of dolling yourself up. It doesn't look bad at all for someone who hasn't touched this stuff in years.
The dress comes next, and when you slip it on, you feel like a whole new person. Even just standing barefoot in the bathroom only halfway done with your whole set, it already feels like you could forget about the life you're leading. Maybe for tonight, you and Leon could be normal for once without any bioweapons or governmental duties or even feuds. For tonight, you could be whatever you wanted.
With this new mindset, you heat up a flatiron and wait patiently to spruce up your hair. There was no need for any intense changes, but just a touch up went a mile and once you'd gotten it to where it flowed with the look, you hair sprayed it and let it sit. All that was left was the shoes and once you had those on, you'd be ready. Some small part of your thoughts wonder what Leon would think of your whole get up.
When you step out, the cool air hits you, but it's not wholly uncomfortable.
Leon turns around when he hears you exit, and he's in a simple navy button-up paired with slacks that probably cost more than your salary. Your face reddens when he doesn't hide the way his eyes rack up and down your form, taking in this new version of you like sweetened honey on his tongue.
"You look good," he murmurs, almost as if in a daze. "Really good."
His words make that simmering fire in your gut rise like a title wave and every sense gets cranked to a hundred. Sparks travel along your skin as you manage to keep your composure and not melt.
"You don't clean up too bad yourself, Kennedy," you reply, despite your head swimming with shameful thoughts of how damn good he looks when he's not in sweats. It's unfair dealing you these cards when you're supposed to hate him.
You pass by to grab shoes and go to check yourself in the mirror, bending down to adjust the straps before standing straight and looking at your reflection. You really did look like a whole different person. A faint feeling of pride pulses in your chest and you turn to ask Leon if it was really okay, but the change in your position makes your small rare smile fade.
Without the cardigan, the scars are on full display for anybody to see and pick through. The rosy filter falls away and you're left with the brutal reality of what you really are–that this is all temporary no matter how much you avoided returning to the truth.
Your eyes can't seem to tear away from the view of your back, pulling all of your attention away from Leon, and you don't even notice when his reflection joins by your side in the mirror.
"Hey," he murmurs, earning a faint flick of your eyes toward him in recognition. "None of that, okay?"
"But-"
"But nothing," he says firmly, and the words of protest die on your tongue. "C'mon. You look great."
"What's the catch?" You ask sullenly, snatching up your cardigan and throwing it over your shoulders–anything to get those reminders of shame away from your vision. "You'd never compliment me without wanting something in return."
Leon shakes his head. "Nothing. I can't compliment my not-wife whenever I want?"
That pulls a huff of a laugh from you as you roll your eyes, but you know he can probably read the reluctant amusement pulling at your painted lips. Since when did he know how to lighten up your mood so easily?
"You can compliment me when we're in public and have to convince people we're actually married," you decide, moving past him towards the door. "And yet I don't even have a ring on my finger. What a shame."
"I didn't think you were interested in material goods," he comments, opening the door.
You walk out into the hallway, waiting for him to close the door and make sure it was locked. "They say diamonds are a girl's best friend."
"I thought your best friend was that magnum you almost took my eye out with."
"...You got me there."
You don't trust Leon to get there safely without crashing the car into a pedestrian so you convince him to fork over the keys once you reach the vehicle. He only pouts minimally, but eventually gets over himself after you tease him for being the optimal passenger princess. He has a map built into the screen on his dashboard so you look up the name on the search bar and find the address.
You put the vehicle in reverse and back out, pulling out of the parking space and navigating out into the city roads.
Honestly, the sunset looks just as pretty as the rise was in the morning, but this blaze lasted just a tad longer. It's so bright that you have to lower the sun visor just so that it isn't intruding into your eyes.
"I'm curious," Leon begins from your side and a spark of interest rolls in your chest. You've been doing that a lot lately, being constantly attuned to whatever he was doing at the moment and whatever he says. It's ridiculous. "How come you've never been here if it's so close to the location you left?"
You frown. "You're curious a lot."
"Sure."
"Well," you breathe in, taking the chance to switch lanes and find some small comfort in the rhythmic beat of the turn signal, "I was pretty wrapped up in work to travel too far from the lab they had me at, and vacation days were rarely given out but it was more than enough to pay the bills. My apartment was in a different direction from here in a sleepy town that was off the map."
"That sounds nice," Leon murmurs and you have to huff out a laugh at that.
"It was when I got to go. Landlords were a bit disgruntled since I was almost never home, but they got the payment from me and that's what mattered." You think about it, missing your old place already and how you'd tried to make it your own. It's not much, but it was nice enough in case anybody came over.
Nobody ever did.
"Is that something you see yourself having in the future?" Leon asks.
"What?"
"Like a home that's away from all this crap. You know, something…quiet. Peaceful."
"I'd like to think so," you shrug and toss him a sad sort of smile. "But, I never got to experience it for real so I wouldn't know."
He doesn't say anything after that and you continue down the road in a settled sort of silence. The place isn't packed that much when you arrive, and you make a mental note to pay Leon back for everything he's done so far. At the least, this was some plot to get you in his debt to cash in a favor later, but at the most, it was light charity work.
You park into a vacant spot and turn the car off, lifting the visor up and opening the door.
It's hit golden hour and it's evident when you spot Leon on the other side getting out. The small breeze sweeps his locks slightly and the glow of the sun casts him in an entirely new light. It was almost like this morning in your quiet moment at the window but magnetized and bumped to a hundred. In this setting, you think that some women would have killed to be in your spot, even if this wasn't a real date. You imagine he must have a lot of suitors at home.
It makes you wonder if he had someone waiting for him and was just playing this whole thing out for fun. Maybe you were just his weekly entertainment for now.
You shake off that uneasy feeling and tear your eyes away, walking to the back of the car. He doesn't immediately follow, and a glance back lets you know he's staring after you as if he'd found something in you again that he'd been searching for. He still refuses to elaborate on that point, but it doesn't seem like anything to be worried about so perhaps Leon was just a naturally weird person.
"You coming?" You call back to shake him from his stupor and he ducks his head, embarrassed. You'd almost call it cute.
Almost. But you don't.
The Silver Orchid appears to be an incredibly expensive dining space, with a patio strung with strings of lights and set out with tables that were currently occupied by a few people. It's an incredibly modern black and white design complete with silver accents. When you walk up to the door, Leon pulls it open and holds it for you, and you can't stop the smile that crops up at the action.
A chandelier hangs in the entrance, and the pathways behind the host stand splits into two ways. The gentle chatter of people could be heard in the background as the sound of a soft orchestra rang out from the speakers overhead without being overbearing. Even just from here, you can see the extravagance of the building and you almost feel out of place. You almost forget you're just standing in the middle of the doorway until Leon taps your arm to remind you where you are.
The hostess greets you with a genuine smile–or at least much more convincing than the girl in the clothing store–and asks how many she'd be seating.
"Just two," you answer, folding your hands politely.
"Great!" She gathers up two menus and rolls of silverware before asking, "Would you like to be seated inside or outside?"
You look at Leon who shrugs helplessly.
Forming the perfect picture of a couple, you giggle and turn back to the hostess who waits patiently for an answer. "We'll take it outside."
"Perfect," she grins and waves you to follow her. "Let's go get you seated."
Outside reveals a wooden patio with floorboards that are more stable than the ones at the motel, and an aesthetically pleasing set up. Only a few people are out here, and as forewarned, most of them are couples. The hostess seats you at a table in the corner that gives off a view that isn't just parking lot and road, and assure you your waiter will be by shortly.
Before you get a chance to move, Leon pulls out your chair and allows you to sit and adjust before placing himself on the opposite side of the table.
You raise an eyebrow, slyly asking, "You really know how to show a girl a good time, huh?"
"Only ones who can treat me right." Leon slides over a menu, winking in a way that would have had you on your knees.
He's given you the same answer you had said way back in the motel when tensions were high and you'd agreed not to kill each other. You're surprised he remembers such an insignificant moment, but then again, he was Leon Kennedy–the agent who always had to be on alert twenty-four seven and wasn't allowed to let any details slip.
"Smooth," you allow, picking up the menu and glancing over it. "Jesus Christ."
The prices were insanely high for meals that were portioned incredibly well–you'd definitely be taking something to go seeing how much the pictures depicted the dishes. The numbers were making you anxious for no reason, though you felt bad that Leon would have to be paying for both you and him.
His foot nudges yours under the table. "I hope you're not thinking about what I think you're thinking of."
"I can't help it," you mumble. "You're taking most of my paychecks when we get out of this whole mess."
"Haven't I already told you money is an issue?" He asks, though it's not unkind and more bordering on a playful scold rather than him being actually irritated. You've seen him angry and this definitely wasn't it. "I'm under direct orders from the president. One of my paychecks could probably pay your rent and utility bills five times."
"Show off."
"I'm just saying," he holds up his hands as if surrendering. "Get whatever you want. When's the last time you ever did something like this?"
He has a point, unfortunately.
"I'll pay you back somehow," you insist, though in what ways, you don't know.
A waiter comes by, eyes light and smiling cheerfully. A notepad is in his hand and a sunny disposition to greet you with, he clears his throat like he was ready to recite some memorized speech.
"Hi, welcome to the Silver Orchid, folks. Can I get you something to drink to start off?"
Leon lets you order first, then chooses a beer that you purposely wrinkle your nose at. Before giving the go-ahead, he also orders a bottle of champagne and raises an eyebrow when the waiter disappears and asks, "Not a big drinker?"
"Not beer," you answer truthfully. "Tastes like fermented motor oil–but I didn't peg you to be the type to like it."
"Nah," he shakes his head. "Beggars can't be choosers, though. Hope you like champagne."
"It's been a minute. You're not trying to get me drunk and get me to spill all my secrets, right?"
He tilts his head, trying to get inside of your brain to see the way it works and what your line of thinking might be. "Whatever secrets you might have can stay yours. Maybe this is some big ploy of mine to finally get your number after all this time."
Your mouth drops open, and that smug little smirk causes that war of conflicting emotions to start warring in your chest. Leon leans forward on his forearms as his foot knocks into yours again, and it's something that strikes you as peculiar though you can't exactly place why. He's got enough spatial awareness to know where you were and definitely has enough reason to need to know what you were doing, but his advances were confusing you.
He wasn't really trying to romance you. That much had to be obvious.
Sure you both could play husband and wife all you want, but at the end of the day, you don't have a ring on your finger and you've given each other more wounds than you could count on both hands. Leon must really be letting loose if he's in a mindset that is willing to come onto you of all people.
'Believe me, you're the last person in the world I'd ever try to flirt with.' he had said.
You suppose even a broken clock is right twice a day.
"You're ridiculous, Kennedy," you roll your eyes and lean back in your seat, kicking him lightly back. "I don't even have a phone number to give you so you're out of luck."
"Ah," he mockingly sags and frowns. "I'll get 'em next time."
You snort, challenging him with a jut of your chin. "There won't be a 'next time' since you'll be distracted by the next decent-looking woman you see."
His eyes flash dangerously and a shiver rolls up your spine. You try not to show it. "Is that so?"
"I'm sure of it."
Leon doesn't get to answer since the waiter comes back with your drinks in hand and two champagne flutes alone with a dark green bottle. He sets it carefully on the table, setting to work on pouring your first glasses then taking out a notebook to take your order for meals.
You'd decided on something that wasn't too astronomically high but also just enough so that you were indulging yourself the way Leon had encouraged. Still, you can feel his gaze on you as you order before smoothly doing the same. The waiter smiles, assures you he'll be back, and takes your menu before leaving. You curiously pick up a glass of champagne, watching how the bubbles fly inside of the liquid.
"I'm surprised they had this brand," Leon mentions passively as he picks up his own flute before holding it out to you expectantly. "To truces?"
You smile and huff out a small laugh. "And to successful missions."
The glass clinks against each other sharply.
"Amen," he mumbles before bringing the flute to his lips. You find yourself staring at the action longer than you should, watching the way his mouth is shaped around the rim of the glass so minutely perfect. Your thoughts stall, wondering just how many people he's kissed with that mouth.
Would you be willing to be added to that list?
You almost drop your glass at the sudden thought, avoiding his questioning gaze as he looks back up at you. Your cheeks flush darkly as you busy yourself sipping your own champagne to avoid the obvious tension hanging in the air that asks why you were acting the way you were. Instead, you focus on the crisp bubbles popping over your tongue and hum appreciatively on the fruity taste that didn't stray to overbearing.
Your lipstick leaves an imprint on the glass.
"That's better than I remember," you say, hoping the color would drain from your face eventually. "It's been too long since I had a good proper drink."
"They really kept you busy, huh?" Leon's mouth turns down into an unsatisfied frown.
You trace the rim on your glass thoughtfully. "They did. But I got to see a lot of new places since I was shadowing you a lot."
"Yeah? Mind telling me about it?"
You search for any kind of lie in his eyes, the way you might try and see what he was hiding up his sleeve or if he was planning anything but you find no such facade. At this moment, it really feels like everything will be okay. Maybe right now, it's okay to allow him to see the person who'd been trapped under so many layers of disguise and hatred.
Somebody who loved to travel and see sights and only put her roots down when she was dead. Somebody who had no concept of home but had a love for the thrill of adventure. Somebody who couldn't possibly be trapped under contract with a company that held all her free will.
"Alright," you sigh, thinking back. "Where do you want me to start?"
✧ ˚ · .
There's nothing but rain.
Thunder rolls darkly in the sky as lightning illuminates the near-black clouds and large puddles create mirrors on the muddied ground. All around you is nothing but wet wasteland dead knotted tree roots braiding up from the ground and curling around before diving back beneath the soil. There's no green or splashes of color from wildflowers–there's just ruin and destruction.
A whispering voice invades your mind, murmuring sinisterly.
"Look at what you've done," it says. "Is this what you wanted?"
Nothing but death and decay–is that what you wanted? Was this the wish you had? You look down and find your hands coated with thick blood that does not wash away even under the sharp assault of raindrops that fall hard enough to nearly pierce through your flesh.
No matter how much you scrub, no matter how much you pray to some false god, there was blood on your hands. A fact you cannot change.
"Is this your happy ending?" The voice says this time.
You look past your bloodied fingers and find cold lifeless eyes staring up at you. They're the color of the sky, the ocean, of sapphires gleaming in dark and rough places, and you've looked into them enough times to know who they belong to. His body lays in your arms, and blood–his blood–drips down your skin.
Leon is cold. You should give him a jacket…or something to protect him from the rain.
"Why did you lie?" The whispering has risen into a tidal wave that threatens to tear you apart. "Why did you lie?! Your words meant nothing–nothing!"
"I'm sorry," you mumble and your eyes sting sharply. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry won't bring him back," you stare at yourself across the wasteland, your expression betrayed and so so angry. "Sorry won't change the fact that you killed him!"
"I didn't mean it."
"I hate you."
"I should've…" Your mind becomes detached as you look down at Leon again, and realize that he's not just cold. He's turning blue, going into rigor mortis right there under the same hands that had killed him. The tears roll from your eyes and suddenly, you can't tell what came from the rain and what came from you.
"Am I to pay for this?" The other version of you pleads, voice cracking and failing. "Am I to pay for you killing Leon?"
"Who are you?" You mumble brokenly, bringing up one of your filthy hands to caress his face that has long since gone. "What does he mean to you?"
"I'm you," they say, "and you killed the love of your life."
Thunder shakes the whole terrain enough to cause your eyes to fly open as you gasp sharply for air. Your eyes are wet and your cheeks itch with dried tear tracks as you pull yourself up to wipe them off furiously. The dream blossoms in your mind like a memory, a haunting little night flower unfurling its petals for the moonlight. What did that whole thing even mean?
The dinner last night had resolved beautifully in a way you'd never expect before. The champagne had made you lighter than ever and the food was better than anything you've ever tasted in your life. You'd exchanged stories over the bottle, sharing perspectives of missions you were dispatched on after him and for the first time ever, he felt more like a friend than someone you had fought tooth and nail to try and kill. It was wonderful, something new and fresh and exciting.
What about that could possibly herald such a horrendous dream?
You look around the room, trying to gather your bearings. Leon had insisted you take the master bed while unloading the pull-out bed the couch had inside of it. You'd been hesitant about him having such a flimsy mattress, he's reminded you that he's slept in worse places. It didn't bring much comfort to you, but you could tell he wasn't budging on the subject.
Right now, though, he wasn't in bed.
The covers had been tossed carelessly aside and the pillow had an indent of where his head must have been. You look towards the bathroom but find no light shedding underneath the door. Upon waiting for a few minutes, you don't hear the toilet flush or the sink running so you get up, padding across the soft carpet silently and carefully twisting the knob in case he really was inside and could alert you that it was occupied.
Unfortunately, no such call came.
The bathroom was empty, and the little night light inside provided just enough visibility to prove as such. Confusion spreads through your mind as you wonder where he could possibly be. Surely he wouldn't pay for a hotel suite just to leave you on your own? He wouldn't just abandon ship like that and besides, you saw his luggage still in the room when you had gotten up to investigate.
It's then that you turn around from the bathroom and realize the curtains over the sliding glass door to the balcony are drawn only slightly, making a crack where they should have overlapped. It wasn't enough to arouse suspicion under normal circumstances, but you had made sure they were drawn tight right before you'd gone to bed under the paranoia that anybody could peek in.
You quietly look through and spot Leon's shoulder just around the corner. He's not pressed up against the railing as if he were stargazing, no. His arms look to be folded tightly across his chest, body swaying as if he were talking to someone.
You reach toward and crack open the door, ears straining as their conversation becomes audible.
"You don't need to worry about her," he's saying. "You need to let this go."
"Leon," a sultry feminine voice reaches your ears and your heart flips in the cage of your ribs. "You never know. What if she's just waiting to get you close enough to kill you? What would I do without you?"
"You need to find a new trick," he sounds like he's scowling. "Ada, believe me when I tell you she's nobody. She means nothing to me."
The sting of unsaid rejection almost knocks the wind out of your breath and effectively kills anything you were planning to say. Leon moves and you get a good look at the woman he's talking to, finding her staring up at him through seductive lashes that would be enough to entrance any man.
Red flashes on her body and you think that she's enchanting enough to be a perfect match for Leon, darkness in her eyes as she looks defiantly up at him.
"Come on, Leon," she sighs. "We both know that's not true. It's not safe where she's going–you could die in that lab."
"I know."
"And yet you'll still go?"
"I have to," he grunts stubbornly. "It's a part of my duty as an agent. I expected you of all people would understand that."
"Believe me, I do," she snaps. "I just don't see why you would aid her of all people. I'm trying to help you out here."
"And I don't need it."
The two stare down in a tense silent match until Ada finally relents, backing away and pulling something out of her pocket. She shakes her head in obvious disappointment, and you think you even see a hint of sadness that he won't see her line of reasoning.
"Until next time," she promises and presses the trigger.
A grappling hook shoots out from the end of the gun and there's a moment of goodbye where Ada tugs him down to her level, pressing a chaste kiss to Leon's mouth. She backs away, hand lingering on his cheek before flying off the balcony and disappearing into the night.
You don't know how to feel as Leon stares at where she'd disappeared to.
Did he really mean it when he'd said you meant nothing to him? Why did you feel like he just tore your heart out and stomped on it until it stopped beating before spitting on it for good measure? You ache, pushing the door back closed and stepping back towards the bed. A war rages in your head, chastising you for being so dumb and mourning that he had said you meant nothing to him, though you don't have enough sense to form a coherent opinion about any of it.
You burrow back under the blankets, pretending like you were still sleeping when Leon eventually comes back in as silently as he can. You can almost feel him looking at you and you wonder if he's debating on letting old habits die hard. Maybe he'll take out a handgun and end it now. You don't have any conviction to stop him.
There's a pregnant pause before he whispers, "Did I wake you up?"
You don't answer, choosing to remain blissfully silent with a smoothed out browline to paint the perfect picture of slumber. He doesn't say anything else but only chooses to go back to bed as if nothing had happened, and the almost inaudible creak of the springs in the mattress let you know he's settled back in.
All your hope drains from your body in that moment, unhappy and feeling understandably betrayed. Even if you hadn't made up, you'd assumed you meant something to him in the same way he meant something to you when you'd been fighting. Could it be possible that you were just another side piece in his story? Perhaps Ada was his lover trailing behind him and making sure that nobody was trying to advance on him. Would she be after you now that she knew you were sleeping in the same room and playing husband and wife with him?
You weren't after him anyway. Were you? You couldn't tell after all this time. All the moments you catch yourself staring at him longer than you were supposed to and pondering what it would be like to be able to kiss him in the way she had probably meant something unless it was just the hormones speaking, though you sincerely doubt it.
You're too tired to make any sense of it.
Images of your dream flash in your mind–to his lifeless eyes and dead body in your arms, feeling a pain worse than any torture you'd been subjected to purely for the fact you knew he wasn't coming back. That you'd been the one to end him only made matters worse, and those lasting words you'd said to yourself still resonate in your head loudly.
You'd been told you killed the love of your life in that cryptic little dream of yours.
Surely he wasn't that to you. He was nothing more than an impromptu business partner at best for right now, right? But, he was so charming and knew all the ways you ticked like the back of his hand. Is that what made you nothing to him? Were you no longer mysterious and exciting enough for him to keep on going like this?
Night terrors were nothing new. They'd been a constant ever since your first mission where you'd been forced to toss a hand grenade into a crowd to stay alive, and you remember the limbs flying as the blood spattered across your skin warmly. With each new mission comes a new setting for your fucked up brain to twist every night. Some are easy to get over–easy enough that they don't affect you for the rest of the day. However, some showcase some of the most abysmally crude deaths you've ever had the misfortune of witnessing, replaying it like a radio stuck on a loop.
This? This was something new. You've never had night terrors about something that never happened.
You know this by the way Leon's breaths transition from that uneven pattern to something more steady and peaceful until he's letting out light snores that tell you he's completely under. He's alive, quite the opposite of dead, and certainly not a living flesh bag controlled by a virus or a parasite or something insane like that.
Still, uncertainty reigns in your mind.
Something bitter touches your tongue and you flinch, feeling that cold and angry feeling buzzing in your bones. Something in your mind that doesn't allow that grudge to die the way you want it to, urging you to end it all now and trying to convince you this thing either ends with you or him. You know better, but it doesn't make anything much nicer.
You close your eyes, a frown on your face and hesitancy in your heart.
Well…it was only a matter of time.
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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
A Moment’s Peace
Masterlist pt 1
Masterlist pt 2
(A/N: So, this is actually gonna be my first time to write out full on smut. I've tried it before but I hated it and changed it to where it's vague but you still got the idea. Here, I'm giving it my all with this. Don't know if I'm ever gonna write something like this again but we will see.)
*(y/n)'s POV*
Late that night, Dean invited me out on a bit of a drive; so we got into the Impala and took off out in the road. "You're not gonna abandon me again, are you?" I asked him and he looks over at me. "No, I promise I'd never do that again." He said and I smile. "Good. Cause if you did, I'd have to kill you." I said and Dean huffs out a laugh.
Eventually, He parks out in a field and heads to the backseat and pulls out a six pack of beer and a couple of sandwiches to eat. "Ooh a late night picnic? That's a first." I remarked and Dean smiles as we get out of the car and go to the hood of the car.
"Just thought we could have a bit of a moments peace." Dean said as he sets the food and the drinks on the hood. Then he gets on the hood and starts to sit down and I do the same. He sets the beer and the food between us then pulls out a bottle of beer and hands it to me.
"Such a gentleman." I teased as I accept the bottle. "What can I say? I'm a real Prince Charming." He said and I laugh. "And here I thought you were a bad boy." I said, smiling. "When you get with me, sweetheart, you get the best of both worlds." Dean said and I giggle a bit then place my finger on my chin, getting into the thinking stance. "Mmmm....I think I prefer you in leather." I said and he shudders, in pleasure, while I give him a wink.
He pulls himself out a beer bottle, opens it and takes a sip of it as I take a sip of mine. Sometime later, we finish the beer and the sandwiches when I lean against the windshield and look up at the stars that strewn across the inky black sky, my mind wondering. "Whatcha thinking?" Dean asked me and I look over to see he was leaning against the windshield, but laying on his left side to look at me.
"Just..." I started to say as I look up at the sky. "I was just thinking about everything we've been through. Seemed like yesterday we were dealing with ghost, vampires, werewolves, demons, looking for your dad....and now here we are dealing with the end of the world." I said then I look back over to Dean. "I mean, how the hell did we get here?" I asked and Dean shrugs. "I keep asking myself that same question." He said and I chuckle.
Dean smirks a bit then his eyes move down before he chuckles a bit. "What?" I asked him. "Just...I remembered the very first time I saw you. It had been a month after Mom died and (f/n) showed up one day with you in this baby car seat and told Dad how (m/n) had died the same way Mom died." Dean explained and I watch him as I listen.
"Did Dad ever tell John what he really was?" I asked him and he nods a bit. "Yeah, I remember when he told Dad, it was a couple of days after Mom died, and I remember hearing them yell and argue. Dad calling him a liar and how could he hide something like this from him, crap like that. They didn't speak again until your Dad came over the morning after your Mom died." Dean explains. "They started talking and then they promised to work together whenever they could. And your dad offered us shelter at one of the nearby safehouses for awhile."
I turn on my side and prop up my right arm and lean my head against my right hand as I listen to him. "Anyway, once we got there, we got settled down and then you started to cry. (F/n) thought you were hungry, so he went and grabbed a bottle but you wouldn't take it and you kept crying. He then asked me to hold you while he went to find some sort've toy or something. But the moment you were in my arms, you started to calm down and I rocked you a bit and you looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes and then you started giggle. Your Dad thought it was some miracle." Dean said and I smiled.
"It was probably the first time I ever seen anyone happy since Mom died. Sam barely smiled, mostly cried, and Dad....well, he tried but...you know." Dean said, shrugging. "With you it was...different. Seeing you smile and laugh, I don't know it made me happy. So I kept making you laugh and it was like it made me forget about Mom's death for a few moments. Then Sam, hearing you laugh, started to laugh too, so I went and made both of you laugh by either making faces or tickling you two or played peek-a-boo." He said and I smile a bit. "Or maybe it was cause you were a weird looking kid." I teased him. "Hey!" Dean said, in a mock offended voice, and I laugh.
He rolls his eyes but he smiles before he continues. "I guess...in a way...you always made me feel happy and I was always trying to make you happy. Most of the time it worked but sometimes I screwed it up either by accident or on purpose. And when I did it on purpose it was, in a way, to protect you. But I realize that I was just protecting myself from getting hurt." Dean said and I frown a bit at this.
"Dean..." I said, sympathetically, but Dean shakes his head. "(Y/n)...I know I keep saying it but I mean it when I say that I am really sorry for what I did to you. You didn't deserve it and I was being a freakin' idiot. If I could go back to that moment, I would've approached that differently. I would've talked to you and treated you like an adult and a partner. So...I want to say if we make it through this..." he said.
"When we make it through this." I corrected him and he looks up at me and quirks up a smile. "Yeah...when we make it through this... I promise I'm gonna do everything in my power to make you happy for the rest of your life." He said and my eyes widen at this. "Dean? A-Are you saying w-what I think you're saying?" I asked him and I could see a spark of realization in his eyes then he smiles a bit. "I-I guess I am." He said before he chuckles.
I stare at him, in shock and disbelief, I couldn't believe he was asking this, well...in his own way. I just never thought I'd get asked this kind of question. I always thought I'd just end up alone and die during a job but...ever since I got together with Dean the idea of a married life started to become clearer and the apple pie life did as well. Even when we fight or had this break in our relationship, I never could get the picture of me and Dean in a home with a family of our own out of my head.
I am still in love with Dean Winchester
"That is...if you still want me around....I mean, I'd understand if you..." he started to say but I place my pointer finger on his lips, making him stop talking. I remove my finger from his lips then I cup his cheek with my left hand and his eyes close once my hand touched his skin. He let's out a shaky sigh as he leans into my hand and I run my thumb across his cheek.
He turns his head and kissed the palm of my hand as he places his right hand over my hand. "Then please say it." I whispered as he looks back at me. "I, uh...I don't have a ring to give ya..." he chuckles and I shake my head. "I don't care, Dean. I just want to hear you say those words." I said.
He nods then takes my hand off of his cheek then clasps it between his hands. "When we make it through this, (y/n)....will you marry me?" He asked and I gasped then let out a small laugh. I smile then I lean in towards him and kiss him, it surprised him when I did this but he kissed me back.
The kiss was slow and sensual, almost like we were being cautious with this. And God, it felt good to feel his lips on mine again, it had been too long. Dean cups my face in his hands and I placed my hands on his neck then slowly moved it up to caress his jawline.
We break the kiss to catch air and we stare into each other's eyes. "Soooo...I guess that’s a yes?" He asked me and I chuckled. "Hmmm, I don't know....I think I need more convincing." I teased and he smiled before he leans and kisses me again, more passionately this time. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist as I lean back against the windshield.
He gets on top of me as we continue to kiss. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I smile into the kiss and open my mouth to let him explore my mouth. As he does this, I let out a small moan then move my hands up and had one of them around the back of his neck and the other buried my fingers into his hair.
I feel his right hand slides under my shirt then he moves his hand up to my chest and cups one of my breast. I gasp at this as he squeezes it and he moves his lips to my cheek, then jaw then my neck. "Dean." I moaned out and I hear him groan before he raises his head up to look at me.
"You have no idea how much I miss hearing you say that." He said, smiling, and I smile back at him. "I think I have some notion." I said and I lean up and kiss him again. We passionately kiss for a few more moments until Dean pulls back then he gets off of me and gets off of the car. I sit up then move towards the edge of the hood as he holds his hand out to me and I take it.
He helps me off of the car and we walk over to the passenger side of the car before he pushes me up against the front passenger seat door and kissed me, roughly. I kiss him back and grab his jacket and try to take his jacket off. Getting the hint, he pulls his jacket off, throws it on the roof of the car then he goes to take off my jacket.
He puts my jacket up next to his as he continues to kiss me and runs his hands all over me. "Dean..." I whispered and he stops and stares at me. "What? I-I'm not going too fast, am I?" He asked me, concerned, and I giggle. "No, it's just..." I said as he stares at me with his green eyes. "I need you." I whispered and he smiles then kisses me again.
We take each others shirts off, set them on the roof as well then Dean attacks my neck. I lean my head back to give him better access until he decided to move his lips down the valley between my breasts. Then he moves his lips back up to my lips for a few moments before he stops and looks at me.
He goes over to the back passenger side door and opens it. Dean gestures for me to get in and I obliged as I climb in the backseat. He gets in as well then shuts the door and we stare at each other for a moment then I go and straddle him and kiss him again.
He places his hands on my back then goes to unhook my bra and pulls it off of me. He pulls away from my lips and gives me a look full of lust and love before he latches his lips on one of my breasts and plays with the other with his hand. I let out a moan of pleasure as he does this for a moment then he goes to give attention to the other breast.
He does that for a few seconds then we were able to remove the rest of our clothes and shoes and we were now fully nude to each other, we admire each other's bodies before Dean wraps his arms around me. He lays me down on the seat then he hovers over me and we look into each other's eyes until Dean speaks up.
"You still okay with...?" He started to ask but I nod, slightly. "Show me what you got, Winchester." I teased with a wink. He adjusted himself towards my entrance and pushes himself inside of me, making me close my eyes, blissfully, and both of us gasp and moan. The feeling of being full was overwhelming and I wanted more of it.
I feel his lips on mine as he started to move his hips at this slow, steady pace, which made me whimper against his lips. I then move my lips away from his and start to kiss his cheek, his jaw then his neck.
Suddenly, Dean hits a certain spot in me that made me scream out his name and I hear him let out a low chuckle. "That feel good? You liked that?" He asked me as he hits that spot again, making me scream out again. Thank God, we're in the middle of field or it would've been some embarrassment to deal with the next morning.
"Oh, I think you do." Dean said in my ear, a bit of smugness in his voice. "Don't get too cocky, Winchester." I teased then, with all of my strength, I push myself up which made him sit up in the seat and I straddle him, with him still inside of me.
Before he could do or say anything, I start moving my hips and he grips them as he let's out a groan. I keep doing this and I smile as Dean closes his eyes and leans his head back against the headrest of the seat. "That feel good?" I echoed his question and his response is to move his hip upwards to meet my mine. I gasp and we began to move in sync with each other.
The next few minutes, the air was so hot the windows had fogged up and the car was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the sounds of naked bodies slapping against each other and the creaks the Impala was making with each thrust we did.
Finally, I felt the pleasure building and building and building in my lower abdomen. "Dean, I-I t-t-think I'm gonna..." I started to say and he nods. "I know, me too. I got you, sweetheart. I got you." He said as we keep going then he lowers his right hand and places it between us and moves his fingers over my most sensitive spot.
And like a coil snapping, I stop, scream out Dean's name, and come undone on him as my eyes roll back. And it seemed that triggered Dean as he thrusts up into me a couple of times then stops, groans out my name and I feel him releasing himself inside of me.
Both of us stay still for a moment then I lean forward on him and we embrace each other as we catch our breathes.
"You...okay?" Dean asked, in between breathes, and I nod. "Yeah...never...better..." I huff out then I sit up a bit straighter and look at him. "Man, if this is how you react after a proposal...kinda want to know what you'll do for the honeymoon." Dean said. "Oh, we'd never leave the bed." I chuckled and he laughs as well. "Well, then, I can't wait." He said and we share a soft, slow kiss then we lean our foreheads together.
"I love you, (y/n)." Dean whispers.
"I love you, too, Dean." I said to him, softly, and we stay in this embrace until Dean sighs, heavily. "As much as I would love to stay here...we have to go. Got an apocalypse to stop." He said and I sigh at this. "I know but...it was nice to be away for awhile." I said and he nods then we share a kiss before we start to get up and gather our clothes and get out of the car.
After we get dressed, clean up our picnic and Dean cleans up the backseat of the car with a spare towel he had hiding in the trunk, I get to the passenger seat and Dean takes his normal seat behind the wheel. He starts the car then turns his head to me and we share a smile before I lean over and give him a loving kiss, which he returns.
I break the kiss and sit back in my seat as Dean takes us back to Bobby's, like he said we have an apocalypse to stop.
(A/n: Oh God, what did I write?! Lol. Well, I hope you guys liked it. If you did, you're welcome. If you didn't, I'm sorry. Lol)
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Fight PT 5 *Edited*
This was HIGHLY requested. Hope y'all like it! :) Collaboration with @heaartzforcupid
I bolted and got to my car before the boys caught up. I drove home quickly, locking all the doors and windows. I was freaking the fuck out. I had to tell someone! But I promised that I wouldn't. What if they kill me next? And I'm no liar. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened. I just didn't understand why they killed him. When I went to the hospital, the injuries weren't even that bad!
My mom and sister got home and I ate dinner with them. I think my sister realized that something was up because she kept looking at me weird. That night when I went to sleep, I could've sworn I heard my mom and sister talking about me.
The next morning, I begged and pleaded with my mom to let me stay home because I felt sick. She just wouldn't have it. "No. That's my final answer. If you still feel yucky tomorrow, then you don't have to go but today you have a quiz in English. Go get ready hun." I groaned loudly. "Fine!" I walked off, got ready for school, grabbed some breakfast, and drove to school, dreading seeing the boys. They were gonna be so mad that I bolted.
My first class I had with all the boys but only Robin showed up. He sat next to me right before the bell rang. He slipped me a note after the teacher started talking. The note said, "get your fucking ass to the bathroom after I go. Understood?" I was shaking. I'm just not gonna go. "No" I wrote back. "Y/N. I'm not fucking kidding. We'll be even madder if you don't come" I looked at him and nodded. What can I say? I don't want to die!
He raised his hand and asked if he could go to the bathroom. 5 minutes later, I did the same. I went to the 2nd floor bathroom where he said to meet him at. All the boys were in there when I got there. They all stood menacing around the room. "So Princesa, why'd you run?" Robin said. "I don't know." I said looking down at the ground. "You don't know? That's the fucking answer you're going with?" "What am I supposed to say? I ran because you guys are fucking murderers!" I yelled. All of a sudden Billy went into the biggest stall and Vance shoved me in there.
"Sit down, peach." He said. "Why should I?" "Fine, don't sit. We all love you very much but you're getting on our nerves." "YOUR NERVES? YOUR FUCKING NERVES?" He kissed me on the mouth and walked out while Bruce walked in. "Sweetheart, please don't tell anyone what you saw. Then we'll all have to leave you alone again." Bruce said, kissed me and walked out. Bruh. I'm bouta have a damn panic attack. I just got kissed by two goddamn boys in 2 minutes.
Then Finney came in. "Hey baby. Come here." He said, sitting on the floor and pulling me to sit between his legs. "I love you more than anything in the entire galaxy baby. I don't want to leave you." Kissed me, then left. What the hell. I'm starting to feel like a damn slut man. Robin came in, pulled me down to straddle his lap. "I love you so much, Hermosa. You won't tell anyone what you saw yesterday right. And you won't pull that stunt again. Understand?" I was still in a daze so I mumbled "Yes." "Good girl, Princesa." He said, kissing me then leaving. Last who came in was Vance. "Did you listen to them Dollface? We love you so much. We did it for you! And when you run away from us or call us murderers then it makes us so sad. Ok, doll? Lets make everyone happy." Kissed me then left.
They all went to class while I sat on the bathroom floor in pure shock. They all loved me? They did it for me? Snap out of it Y/N. They're manipulating you. Just play along for now until you get a chance alone. But that wasn't gonna happen. Finney and I were in the first class together. Then as I was going to math, Finney passed me off to Griffin, who had the class with me. At lunch, they didn't let me leave their sight. I wanted to eat with Donna that day so they were pissing me off by not letting me. Next class I had was English with all of them. Last class was Spanish, which I had with Billy.
The next day went the same. I never realized it but every class I have has at least one of them in it. First class the next day was chemistry with Vance. Not that he was paying any attention. Then I had history with Robin. Then I had art with Finney and fucking psychology with Bruce! I never got a second alone unless I was at home. It was infuriating! I was so overwhelmed! And on top of that, everyone was calling me a slut and a murderer!
"Wasn't she just with Vance? Why is she with Robin now?" "What a slut whore." Bethany and her friends spoke to each other loudly. My face turned red as I stared at my desk. "Did you hear that she was the last one to see Moose?" "She must've murdered or kidnapped him!" "Y/N Y/L/N please come to the office for questioning. Y/N Y/L/N please come to the office for questioning." Huh?
Ooh. Another cliffhanger. A longer one because I fell asleep so I posted late. Let me know in the comments if you want PT 6! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin
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Yesterday's eclipse trip was pretty cool, for the first half. I found a very secluded penninsula and explored a bunch of it looking for a spot. I ended up bushwhacking through reeds and walking in Lake Erie to get to the very southern most tip. Most people who go there take a boat. It was a super cool spot that I had planned on watching the entire eclipse, start to finish, from. But my dogs had to get into mischief and change that plan.
Cinder found a muskrat, that attached itself to her face. That alone likely would have produced a couple deep punctures or a small tear, but Ember had to contribute. She has been trying to catch a muskrat her entire life and she wasn't going to pass this opportunity up. She grabbed it and yanked it off Cinder's face then proceeded to thrash it around in the lake. She was in her element and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Cinder on the other hand was left with a long and deep gash on her face in her whiskers. It bled a lot for a while, and after calling the vet and sending them a photo, I decided to try to hike back to the car right as the eclipse began and hopefully get her to the evet before traffic got bad.
It had taken us 3 hours of hiking to get to the point, not including the extra exploring, and by avoiding the reeds, downed trees, and mud by walking directly through the lake for at least a mile, we managed to cut that 4 mile hike down to one and a half hours. I was 10 minutes from the car when totality began, and I did stop right before to watch. It only lasted 30 seconds where I was but it was extremely cool. My favorite part was the 360 sunset look the sky had, I had read about everything else I saw except for that and that was super neat to experience.
We got back to the car right as other people began leaving but we beat most of them out. It took two hours to get to the evet. And that's where it got obnoxious. I guess the eclipse fucked with everyone's pets cause a ton of critical patients kept coming in, more than any other time I have been there. We waited for over 8 hours just to be handed a bill and a couple meds and told to go home. It was 1:30am so I was not happy, but I do understand that a dog with a split lip is not a priority over animals that are actively dying. I just wish they'd told us they wouldn't have been able to get to us sooner.
I called off work because I was exhausted and covered in muck and blood, and had decided to try to get Cinder into my normal vet this morning. When I had called them they said they had an opening for surgery I could schedule, which is what I'd preferred to do, but due to the location and size of the gash, I opted for the evet at their reccomendation. So before they opened, I drove almost the whole way there then stopped and called to ask if they still had an opening. They did, and were able to fix Cinder's face and did a good job on it. I think they felt bad for me, they knocked a bunch of drugs off the bill and it came out to less than $200. Total it was around $360, which is significantly less than both estimates I had gotten.
Poor Cinder is sad and whiny, she doesn't care for how she feels right now. She's definitely not like Flint who always just vibed while anesthesia was wearing off.
I definitely want to go back to that penninsula, there's a lot more to explore. Probably do it on a hot day so walking in the lake won't feel as cold.
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Counterfeit
Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader
Warnings: Language, and minor hurt/comfort I suppose? It's fluff overall
Summary: Despite working in different fields, you and Liz Donnelly have built up a rapport over the past few months. When Liz finally confronts you about your relationship status, you panic, not wanting to reveal the crush you've developed on her for fear you'll lose her from your life. Unbeknownst to you, the Bureau Chief has been harboring feelings of her own, and takes the matter very seriously.
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"This is the only place around here that doesn't fuck up their espressos, so it's worth the line. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother," the woman in front of you said.
You chuckled. The tiny cafe was a warm, bustling retreat that you savored going to each morning before work, despite the lengthy lines they always had.
"They're the only place on my way to work that makes decent Americanos, so I feel you there," you replied, trying not to yawn.
"Nurse?" she asked, taking note of your scrubs and shoes you wished were cuter in the moment. They had the best comfort insoles you could find, but they certainly weren't as snazzy as the woman's leather loafers.
"Doctor, actually," you said with a shy smile. "I just got out of residency, so my soul isn't completely dead yet."
The woman raised her eyebrows and nodded, impressed with your response. You took in her well-tailored pinstriped suit, leather briefcase, and starched white dress shirt with the collar popped. From experience with family members in law that gave off a similar aura, you could safely wager that the woman in front of you was an attorney.
"Paralegal?" you asked with a wry smile.
"Fuck you," she said, laughing.
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"So then they wheel him in, and I'm guessing the guy's gonna have a few fractures from what they told us, right? Guy supposedly fell off a ladder and landed on top of a tree while he was landscaping," you said between bites of a croissant. "Nope. Nothing like that. They had to saw off the tree branch and bring it in with him, because it was stuck up inside him," you finished.
The woman across from you, whose name you recently learned was Elizabeth, snickered and took another sip of her espresso.
"I'm sure he'll be staying away from pine air fresheners for awhile," she joked, tossing her paper cup into the trash can as she walked towards the door. You giggled, thanking her as she held the cafe door open for you.
"Well, have a good day. I hope Alex stays out of your hair. That's her name, right?"
"Yes," the blonde said. "Let's hope she does. I'm running low on Ibuprofen as it is."
You parted ways on the sidewalk without another word. You began heading down towards Mercy General to start your shift, still smiling. It was nice to have a little chitchat here and there with people. Between college, medical school, and residency, you rarely had time to make friends with people outside of a hospital setting. It was finally beginning to feel like moving to the city was worth the extra expenses.
"If you can't find a seat on the subway later," you heard Elizabeth say behind you. "I found you one," she said. You turned around. She gestured towards a Christmas tree strapped to the roof of a car headed down the street beside you.
"Whatever," you laughed, flipping her off playfully before turning back around.
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"One espresso and one Americano for here," Elizabeth told the man behind the counter.
From your position just behind her in line, you got a waft of her perfume over the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon. Something warmed in the pit of your stomach.
"Elizabeth, you don't have to, really," you said, wondering if you looked more beat up than usual this morning after surviving an especially brutal shift yesterday.
"Already did," she said, handing you your coffee. You admired the way her short blonde locks fell over her forehead this morning. You hadn't seen her style them that way before in the month you'd gotten to know her.
"And it's Liz," she said, finishing her espresso in a single sip.
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"We'll be trying the kid as an adult, so if the mother isn't a complete dumbass, she'll take the deal," Liz said between bites of the croissant you shared.
Her fingers brushed against yours as she handed you a piece she broke off for you, and you fought to hide the blush that was threatening to bloom across your cheeks.
"We have a measles outbreak on one of the floors, so you're welcome to trade with me," you said with a smile.
"I'd take catching measles over cleaning up after one of Alex's messes again, so you might just have yourself a deal," she replied with a wink.
You were certain she didn't mean anything flirtatious by it, but it still made your heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, a man accidentally walked into you, too preoccupied with the woman on his arm to notice you sitting at the table in the aisle. He exchanged a hasty apology, and Liz grimaced as the couple walked away. You mentally forgave the pair, as Valentine's Day was around the corner. You saw so many crumpled bodies get carted into the ER each day that you were just thankful they were able to walk in the first place, for that matter.
"By the way," she said, her tone shifting into one you couldn't quite place. "You got any plans for the holiday?"
Your eyes widened. It was an odd question, as you'd always known Liz to be brash and strictly business, but it was a normal thing to be curious about someone you were getting to know. You still hated the prospect of answering it honestly though, as you had recently come to terms with the fact that you found Liz rather attractive, and your daily meetups over breakfast and coffee had become the highlight of your weekdays. Though it had only been a few months, you now thought about her while you were at work, wondering what trouble the ADAs were stirring up for her, and even when you laid down to head off to sleep.
The woman hadn't given you any indication of being with someone, and she didn't wear a ring or talk about anyone romantically. To be honest, you were too afraid to ask her about her own romantic life, for fear you'd get an answer you wouldn't like.
Across the table, she raised her eyebrows impatiently.
Your heart began to race sickeningly, a bead of cold sweat sliding down the back of your neck. Your eyes darted around the room, scanning the menus and signs that adorned the walls of the cafe.
"Joe Cortado," you blurted. You immediately wished a sinkhole would open up below you and swallow you into the earth. It was just about the stupidest thing you could've said.
Liz's face went blank. Something in her eyes shifted.
"Pity. Guy sounds like a douchebag."
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"Elliot, I need you to run a background check for me," Liz said coolly.
The detective stared at her quizzically.
"With all due respect, ma'am, what's this all about?" he asked, crossing his arms against his chest.
"The why isn't relevant to you."
"So this isn't related to a case?"
Liz tilted her head and furrowed her brow.
"Detective, if Kathy was spending time around some schmuck, tell me you wouldn't run his name."
Elliot smirked, eventually nodding in agreement.
"Who's the schmuck we're looking for?"
Liz slid him a piece of paper with a name scribbled across it.
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You rifled through your cabinet, mentally swearing at yourself over never having gotten around to buying espresso cups in the time since you'd moved here. Your mom's old Winnie the Pooh mug you took with you when you moved would have to do.
"Liz, is there something wrong?" you asked, turning to the woman that had an iron grip on your kitchen countertop.
"Tell me something."
"Something," you replied, giggling. She rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Are you aware of the kind of company you're keeping?"
Your face scrunched up, unsure of what she was getting at.
"What do you mean?"
She took a deep breath, not even questioning the mug you handed her.
"I'm concerned for your safety."
"Liz, if this is about the measles outbreak, I'm fine. I don't work in that ward, I promise," you said, trying to throw her a reassuring smile. Her frown didn't lighten up.
"I am not talking about measles, I'm talking about the good for nothing low life that probably has plans to take you to some two star restaurant for a half-rate steak this weekend for Valentine's Day," she began ranting, some sort of floodgate having burst. "And then he'll flounder on top of you for five minutes on his sorry excuse for a bed before he runs off and guns down a couple other gangbangers to top off his night."
You froze across from her. You were thankful you hadn't been holding anything at the moment, because you surely would have dropped it.
"Who are you talking about? I don't know anyone in a gang," you replied, laughing uncomfortably.
"So he hasn't told you, or are you too blind to see that, too?" Liz's eyes steeled.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what this is in regards to, and I can tell it's eating at you," you said, walking closer to her. The attorney's jaw tightened.
"Joe Cortado," she said through clenched teeth. Your breath stopped in your chest. Liz's eyes narrowed. "I had one of the detectives run his name. Were you aware that he's racked up charges for aggravated assault and armed robbery? If that wasn't enough for you, he's currently under investigation for running a counterfeit operation."
You couldn't help but let out a laugh, running a hand across your forehead.
"I don't see how this is funny," Liz said, clearly even more aggravated by your reaction.
You took a deep breath before resting a tentative hand on her shoulder.
"Liz, he's not real."
"Excuse me?"
You swallowed thickly, mentally kicking yourself at how poorly this was all coming to light.
"I panicked when you asked me whether I had plans for Valentine's Day, and found the first words on the cafe menu that could pass as a name," you managed. "Truth is...I didn't want to admit that I've fallen for you, because I don't want to lose you."
Liz's gaze fell to the mug in her hands. She chewed at her bottom lip.
"Why did it matter so much to you, anyway?" you asked slowly. "I feel bad that he turned out to be a real person, because you were ready to have him dragged into custody."
Liz was uncharacteristically silent for a few moments. She then looked up at you, wide brown eyes holding the faintest vulnerability in them.
"Because I was hoping to make plans with you myself," Liz answered. "To be honest, I wouldn't have taken well to anything you would've said besides admitting you didn't have plans."
Stunned, your jaw fell slack. She set the mug down on the countertop and turned to you. She reached out and cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a soft kiss. You involuntarily sighed into it, arms looping up around her neck.
"So..." you started, fiddling with a button along her shirt when you finally broke the kiss. "What are we doing for Valentine's Day this weekend?"
She pulled you closer to her chest and kissed your forehead.
"Buying you a proper set of espresso cups."
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𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ! 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 I woke up the next morning, a little later than usual. Sunbeams peeking through my cheeks who were still blushing from yesterday's situation, it seemed like they can't forget about the one who made them like this.This morning felt strange, there was no noise to be heard, Hector wasn't shouting around the house anymore, everything felt like a new start for me. To be honest I don't know what emotion is running up against my will right now, am I in love or am just dreaming? It fits more to be one, a dream, like according to what people who once were in love said "We are dreaming of those we don't have". If you told me exactly a week before everything happened that I'm awfully relating to this I wouldn't believe. I'm feeling scared and mostly concerned about Hector, we haven't talked since yesterday it's been a while really. Speaking of Hector, why didn't he wake me up to take him to his training? Maybe he didn't like yesterday's situation? What is he facing inside that dressing room? Are they having a tough time in there? Those scandals can take big influence on the team and their profit. I looked myself in the bathroom mirror while a few tears shed down my face trying to think of a valid solution that's not including staying in and hiding from the world. IIn addition to all these thoughts, I was mostly focused on the only thing and that i was wondering about whether the number 6 is doing okay, how is he coping with all of this.
After a while Hector came home, taking slow steps towards me and then fastening his walk taking a turn to his room, still not saying a word to each other. The next thing i heard was the gurgling of my bowels, I realised I didn't eat so I made us both dinner, I knocked on his door feeling numb all of a sudden.
I felt like the house was spinning but everything remained calm.
He didn't end up opening his room door, instead he texted "Tengo partido mañana, tienes que venir, alguien te necesita" which he invited me to watch him and his team mates play. The last part of the sentence sounded like someone out there needed me. The next day happened pretty quickly, it was the same but with intense more stage fright because of the game. The questions about number 6 were going through my mind obviously I was worried. When we got there, a lot of fans started to bang on the tinted glass window, sending me death treats, saying something like that I don't deserve him, I ruined his career...etc
those words pierced my soul, my voice became wobbly and I remained silent once again the world won. After a while they went somewhere else and I managed to get out of the car without getting hurt I mean physically, mentally I'm already pretty much hurt.
On my way to the gate I was hurrying, i didnt look where i go just suddenly my face gets on someone's chest, his scent was incredibly good, and while looking up, I see no one but the brown haired boy, Pablo I said to myself.And this is the moment when I experienced falling in love for the second time each again for the same person. We both smiled and I immediately apologised for ruining his shirt since all of my makeup was pressed against him. he didn't even have time to address me, a bunch of fans with ogeom signs were running towards us. He didn't even wait a bit, he pulled my hand and we ran for a while of course from them, when they finally lost sight of us, we found ourselves behind a small blunt bush that was nearby. I was breathing very loudly, skipping a heartbeat, the next thing I remember is our lips pressed together, at that moment I felt our sparks blooming. He slowly pulled out looking right into my eyes and saying "I'm going in again so don't be surprised when I do this" he pulled in and I can say there was intimacy in hesitance, hovering hands above my cheeks prodding the statement I let out a single nod. That so many bothered to say. A gentle brush of two lips, feeling a butterfly explosion right pressed onto my stomach, and delicate trembling of my fingertips, followed by the overwhelming, immediate relief from the heavy brick I had on my heart, it became pure. Perhaps not the first kiss but the first kiss I wanted. All of my worries disappeared as soon as our hands touched, despite his hands being cold from the wind also going through my hair i felt safe after a long while of not being. We turned back in silence and reached the stadium again, where the game was supposed to start in a few minutes. Me and Hector were still not talking, but I let a smile to him out wishing him a good luck. I still haven't seen number 6 for 20 minutes now and were already 10 minutes into the match. Not losing any hope, broad shoulders finally entered the field. The smile on my face widened, but the fear in my stomach has deept, and as always my expectations are coming to life. The next thing I saw was Pablo on the field laying in pain, holding back his screams while his arm Is pressed on his mouth, as the noises were trying to escape he didn't let them win, my heart began to ache, not like the ache you feel between your eyes or the ache in a tooth when u have cavity, my heart aches likes there's one million people tearing at its most tender places, I started to panic, then I sinked seeing first aid as they carry him from the field. without any hesitation i rushed towards him, pushing thousands of people to get through. Please Pablo say something, are you okay!?
It's going to be fine okay!! I kept saying that. I pressed myself against him and I held him in my arms tightly never planning of letting go "am I hurting you Pablo" I asked with a shaky drabbled voice.
Only if you stopped said the brown haired boy while holding my hand in disgrace.
I glanced at the game and noticed Hector and the other Barcelona players looking carefully at the cart, they clearly couldn't focus on the match. I saw Pablo glancing at them too back an forth. Minutes after his team mate and also one of my Friends Ferran scores and dedicates the goal to Gavi, pablo saw all this because the cart was facing the field, he slightly sends out a beautiful smile , full of spark and longing.
Three weeks passed by, I haven't heard of Gavi since he got injured, but somewhere on the news I read that he is back on the field. Plus me and Hector are still on weird conversations. My main questions are, is he doing okay, and when will I see him again. Wondering when will our eyes meet and create a magnificent bond that can't be expressed through words. I still replay our kiss in my head, over and over again, making it seem like a movie with no ending, the movie that you recommend everyone to go search for it. But that's really not the only thing that I should be worrying about I literally have an event, slightly bigger one though so I have to carry on with the look. Later that day, I sat by the closet, constantly looking for that one dress, I was about to give up but suddenly something sparkly chatched my eye, if it is what I think it is then yeah I found it. After hours of trying, I finally found it! The dress was long with refined zircons around the neckline, in simple words it looked like it came out of a fairy tale, she had long sleeves and a set of gloves of the same color and material. I'm so excited to wear it! Naive me thinking nothing can possibly go wrong until... That day came, I entered the event with a straight head and a confident walk, I walked on the red carpet without looking from the side until, meanwhile, the cameras started rolling and the person I most wanted to see appeared at the door of the event. Pablo, it's him. It was the same thing that the cameramen repeated after every step he took, man he looked powerful. After some time spent, a journalist started questioning me about my and Gavi's so-called relationship, I kept silent while my heart wanted to explode, it had so much words to say but didn't.
Basically he ignored me the whole time, he didn't dare even to look at me. What a jerk, said this to comfort myself.
The Pain, I never expressed it potentially, I never screamed and jumped about it, never bawled and wept but the pain I felt was still. My heart was aching but never too loud, no one ever heard, I didn't allow anyone to, it itched and felt numb inside of me but in reality, it never went away. His smile was permanently plastered inside of my mind, the moment, too short but never enough to go out. But now it's 2:45 am, instead of sleeping I'm trying to find the words to explain how my world looks without you in it. Pablo, its like i became allergic to that name,or was I just tired of missing it? 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃...
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