#u will always be my number one duck she just took a better picture this time buddy
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Don’t tell her but I picked the duck…
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The Right Chapter 17 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader
Hello my loves, just a reminder that I am still on vacation so the queue is posting this! Will respond to ur taglist requests and messages ASAP love u all :)
Read previous chapters of this fic here!
contains: canon-typical descriptions of death, violence, drug use
wordcount: 2k
You and Aaron each read Jack a book of his choosing before tucking him into bed and heading towards Aaron’s bedroom together. Bringing your pajamas into the bathroom, you change and brush your teeth with the door closed, which feels silly, given everything, but you can’t help it. Aaron slips into the bathroom as you step out, and you sit on top of the covers, hands folded in your lap, anxiously awaiting his return.
“What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asks, clocking your anxiety immediately.
“Nothing, I just feel bad that I got us caught by Jack,” you confessed, looking down at the comforter.
“I couldn’t be less upset about that,” he assures you, climbing into bed beside you and taking your hand in his. “I mean, he practically told us that he already knew, even if he was a little confused.”
“That was the other thing-- sorry that marriage and all of that got brought up. I’m sure that was---”
“I’m not upset about that, either.” He interrupts you. “Did I do something to make you think I was upset?”
“No, no,” you assured him. “It’s just kind of early for that kind of stuff, I’m sure it was uncomfortable--”
“It wasn’t uncomfortable. Apparently I’ve done a bad job of expressing how strongly I care for you, and I’m sorry for that.” You go to interrupt, but he cuts you off. “I couldn’t be happier that Jack knows how much I love you. Sharing that with our people-- my son, and our team-- is not something you need to apologize for, or something I’m ashamed of. I’m thrilled to be able to love you openly. No more apologies, okay?”
Your breath caught just a little, but you hold it together. “No more apologies,” you agreed. “Aaron, it’s such a privilege to be loved by you,” you whispered, needing him to know how much his words meant to you but scared to ruin the moment. Aaron just shook his head, leaning to press a kiss to the top of your head.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he whispers into your hair, and you close your eyes, letting the peace of his touch overwhelm you.
“There’s one more thing,” you said, after a moment.
“And it’s not an apology?” Aaron checks.
“No, it’s not an apology,” you assure him. “I wanted to thank you for sharing those pictures with Jack and me tonight. I’m sure it was emotional, but I was glad to see them. You love Haley so much. Thank you for sharing her memory with me.”
“She was the reason I got up in the morning, from the day I met her until the day she died.” Aaron tells you, and you squeeze his hand.
“Everyone knew how much you loved her, Aaron. Even after the divorce, there wasn’t a single person at the bureau who knew a man who loved his wife that much.” You assured him.
“But it wasn’t enough. I failed her, and I could fail you too.”
“No, Aaron, no you didn’t. You promised to love her for as long as you lived, and you didn’t break that promise. You didn’t promise her you’d never change, and she never promised you that she’d never change. You both changed, but you never stopped loving each other.” You told him.
“How did you know? How did you know that I never stopped loving her? Didn’t that scare you out of loving me?’ Aaron whispered.
“Aaron, the way you love her shows in everything you do. You never took a picture of her down, even after the divorce, when I’m sure they were painful to look at. You always let her know you were safe at night, and when she left you, you helped her move and made sure she had everything you needed.”
“And that doesn’t scare you? That even when she left me, I still loved her?”
“No, Aaron, it doesn’t scare me. That’s how I feel about you, so I understand.”
“You don’t mean that,” Aaron says immediately-- how could you mean that? When Haley was so refined, so beautiful, so compassionate, and he was just a man, a man with baggage and trauma and a dark past?
“Of course I do, Aaron. I never told you this, and I might be selfish in telling you now-- but in the weeks after Haley died, I went to bed at night praying that time would move backwards and that I could take her place. I’d do anything to get her back to you, even if it meant that you and I never made it here.”
“It’s an incredible privilege to be loved by you,” Aaron echoes your earlier statement, and you smile.
When you wake up the next morning, you realize that you’re never going to get a good night’s sleep without Aaron beside you again, and you love him and hate him for it in equal measure. Your anger is quickly forgotten when he rolls over and starts planting kisses across your face.
“We have to get Jack to school,” you reminded him with a smile between kisses.
“We’ve got time,” he brushes you off.
“You’ve got time, maybe. My hair is a mess from napping on your couch and I have to do my makeup,” you reminded him, planting one final kiss on his lips before rolling out of bed and heading towards the bathroom.
When you’ve gotten yourself ready for the day, you make your way out to the kitchen, were Jack is sitting in front of a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice.
“Morning, little man,” you said, ruffling his hair and smoothing it back down as you sat in the seat next to him. Aaron crosses the kitchen with two plates, putting a piece of toast with peanut butter and banana slices in front of you, and one on his own placemat.
“Thanks, honey,” You smile, taking a bite of your breakfast as he sits.
“Dad? Can we go to the soccer field tonight after work?” Jack asks as his father settles in.
“I can’t promise tonight, but we can definitely go this week, okay bud?”
“Okay.”
“Finish your breakfast, kiddo, or you’re gonna be late,” you told him, taking your plate to the sink and prepping travel mugs of coffee for you and Aaron, who shepherds Jack through the last few steps of getting out the door. You follow them down to the car and Aaron drives down the road to Jack’s school. You sit in the carpool line for a minute, listening to Jack point out his friends as they walk into the building, before Aaron pulls up to the curb and it’s Jack’s turn to get out. Aaron rolls down the window as Jack collects his things.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Hotchner,” a peppy brunette woman who you’re pretty sure is Jack’s teacher ducks down to make eye contact with Aaron through the window.
“Good morning, Ms. Meadows.”
‘Oh, and who’s this?” Ms. Meadows says, taking note of you for the first time. Aaron introduces the two of you, and you notice her looking you up and down, almost sizing you up.
“Nice to meet you,” she says perfunctorily, turning her attention back to Aaron almost in an instant. “Did Jack tell you about the volunteer sign ups for the kids’ talent show?”
“He did, I think his Aunt Jess--”
“Oh, that’s right, Jess did mention to me that she’d be here!” Ms. Meadows interrupts. “I guess I was just hoping to get some strong FBI dads in the building to help set up the stage equipment,” she pouts, and you briefly entertain the thought of leaning over the center console and wiping the pleading look across her face.
“Well, I’ll see what I can do,” Aaron says, blissfully interrupted by Jack waiting to give him and you a kiss goodbye. The two of you kiss both of his cheeks, and he hops out of the backseat and takes off towards the main entrance.
“She was pleasant,” you note sarcastically when Aaron pulls out of the parking lot.
“What do you mean?” Aaron asked, looking over at you briefly, his nose scrunched up in confusion.
“She’s clearly into you, Aaron.” You said, knowing it was obvious and he was just being oblivious.
“What? No she’s not,” Aaron shook his head.
“Oh, Mr. Hotchner, please come save me from the Woodbridge Elementary School talent show. I need your big, strong muscles to move all this heavy equipment because I’m just a docile young lady,” you mimicked Jack’s teacher in an exaggerated tone.
“Now, if she had said that, then maybe I would have thought she was into me,” Aaron laughs at your dramatics.
“She gave me a nasty look. She doesn’t like that she has competition.” You argue.
“She doesn’t have competition. I mean, there is no competition. There’s just you, and that’s how I like it,” he said, taking one hand off the steering wheel to grab yours and bring it to his lips.
Garcia is waiting for you both in Aaron’s office when you arrive at work.
“Is everything okay?” You ask her immediately, feeling Aaron shift his body towards yours.
“I finished digging up everything I could on Josh, if you want to see it.” She tells you both, and you look at Aaron. Truth be told, you don’t really want to know, but being disgusted and informed is probably better than being uninformed and caught off guard.
“Come on, we’ll go review it in your office.” Aaron said, stepping aside to let Garcia lead the way. Once she is a few paces ahead, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, and you just tell me if you need to take a break, okay?”
You nodded, and Aaron place a comforting hand on your back as the two of you made your way down to the batcave.
“Okay, so, just going through the highlights,” Garcia starts, clicking at tabs and pulling them up on her assortment of monitors throughout the room. “Starting a few weeks before you left, I noticed that Josh was calling and texting the same number a lot-- but only when you all were off fighting crime. Of course, I assumed that this absolute peach of a man had somehow conned not one but two women who had to be decidedly out of his league, but it turns out that wasn’t the case. He’s been doing coke, and the number leads to his dealer.”
“Fuck, again?” You interrupted her.
“He was doing coke when the two of you were together?” Aaron asked, surprised.
“Not for a while, or so I thought. The coke was what made him violent-- I told him it was the drugs or me, and when he told me that he’d picked me, I believed him.” You explained. “He must have been high when he showed up that night-- he was always an asshole but showing up like that was out of character.”
“So, with you out of the picture, it seems like the coke usage has increased a lot. Like, from a weekly to a daily thing, a lot. He’s going out at night, racking massive credit card debt. He hasn’t purchased a firearm or anything that indicates that he might be planning something violent, but he’s definitely acting impulsive.”
“Was he sober or high when he sent the flowers?” Aaron asks.
“Sir, I don’t think he’s been sober since you took all of her stuff out of the apartment,” Garcia responds.
“He’s only going to get more aggressive and out-of-touch with reality the longer this bender lasts,” you note, clinically, as if you were talking about a case halfway across the country and as if your future wasn’t hanging in the balance.
“We’ll keep an eye on it, and we’ll be ready. Garcia, can you print out a full copy of this and get it on my desk?”
“Are you sure? The full copy is really long, it’s got to be--”
“I’m sure, Garcia. Thank you.”
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The new (and last 😭)sweater weather chapter put this situation in my head and I don’t have the talent to make it real:
How would Remus react after he learns he can be a player on the team? and how does the rest of the team react? and how does the media react? and what does Sirius say? and what is his first game like? And what does Jules and his family think? AND AND AND ????
Of course u don’t have to do anything and I adore your writing just thought I would share some of my frantic ramblings.
I’m getting lots of ones like these! My brain has been spinning with so many ideas but one that stuck with me were Remus’ old superstitions.
Characters and their wonderful world by @lumosinlove
Half Sheer Dumb Luck
Calf stretches before thigh
Remus just stared at coach Weasley.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“We’d like to offer you a place on the team.”
Remus wasn’t sure he could trust himself to blink, never mind talk. “Is this a joke?”
Arthur stepped forward, his face calm and reassuring. “Remus, no, of course not. I’m your friend. I wouldn’t do that to you. We, all of us, the organisation, the team, we’ve reviewed your tapes. We’ve seen you play. And we want you on the team.”
“The team knows.” It was a statement, not a question.
Arthur nodded.
“Sirius knows.”
He nodded again.
“This is real?”
Arthur smiled as he nodded this time. “As real as me standing here right now.”
“I’ll have to be ready.” Remus’ hands were shaking. “There’s so much to do.”
Coach stepped forward and placed his hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Yeah, there is. But I don’t think there’s a better man up for the job.”
“Oh my god.” Remus thought his knees were going to give way.
Arthur grinned and pushed Remus away from him lightly. “Now go talk to your boy. Not being able to tell you has been killing him.”
Remus nodded and walked away in a daze. Sirius was right where he left him, chatting to Thomas and Noelle. He smiled when he saw Remus.
“He… he wants me to join the team?”
Thomas let out a whoop. “Loops knows!”
The tent went up in cheers but Remus could only see Sirius.
“Is.. Would that be okay for you?”
Sirius frowned, pulling Remus right up against his chest. “Would that be okay? Oh my love, there’s nothing in the world that I would love more.”
Remus laughed, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “I’m going to be on the Lions.”
Sirius kissed him, slow and filled with love. “You already are.”
“I’m going to have to train non-stop.”
“I’ll help you.”
“You’ll train over the summer?” Remus asked disbelievingly. Sirius kissed his forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. “I’ll do anything for you.”
The rest of the team then decided they had enough waiting and piled on, a massive group hug in the middle of the wedding reception, Remus right in the centre.
Two bottles of water on the bench.
“Mom, I have some news.” Remus said over the video call, his voice shaking. He could practically see his mother looking at his hand to see if there was a ring.
“It’s not that mom jeez, can you grab dad and Jules too?”
Remus waited until they were all together for him to speak again.
“So, the Lions organisation found my old tapes.” He began, “They started looking after they saw me play at family skate.”
Jules was just listening, bouncing in his seat waiting for Remus to get to the point. His mother looked concerned, but his father looked, almost knowing.
Remus swallowed, wishing he could tell them in person - he and Sirius were visiting next week but Remus needed to tell them in order for it to feel real. He was glad he was sitting on the couch at home, he needed some sense of normality.
“I’ve been asked to join the Lions.”
“I don’t understand. You already work with the Lions?”
“No mom, not as staff. I’ve been asked to join. As a player.”
Julian let out a whoop so loud Remus might have heard it without a phone. “Re, did you say yes? You had to say yes, please tell me you said yes!”
Remus laughed, nodding his head. “Of course I said yes.”
Hope promptly burst into tears and there was a definite pool forming in his dad’s eyes.
“Oh Re,” His mother breathed, “Oh my darling this is so, so wonderful.”
“No one deserves this more than you.” His dad was saying. “I am so proud.”
“Re does that mean I get to come to all of your games! Oh my god, you’ll be famous! I mean, you’re already famous, but you’ll be more famous! Re! You’ll be rich!”
Remus burst out laughing, looking around at the ridiculously large house he was in already, “I don’t think I need the money Jules.” While his mother rolled her eyes.
Julian gasped as another thought flew into his head. “Remus! I need to get your jersey!”
Sirius walked into the room, and perked up, “Oui! We need your jersey Re!”
Remus covered his face with his hands. “I don’t even have a jersey.”
“Yet.” Sirius corrected, curling up next to him and kissing his cheek. “You don’t have a jersey yet.”
Right foot first to step onto the ice.
“Es-tu prêt?” Sirius asked as they stood outside the locker room. Remus took a deep breath in.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
The clamour of the locker room was deafening, but Remus wouldn't have it any other way.. He nearly cried laughing when he saw that Nado and Kuny had decorated his new stall with pictures of Sirius, all copied and printed from social media with edits of Sirius shirtless and captions and endless heart-eyed emojis. He hugged Leo who was in the stall next to him and when he sat down to lace up his skates, he relished the feeling that he was part of the team. Because he was part of the team now, really and truly.
He met the new PT - Dorcas, with whom he knew he’d become fast friends. He also set about telling her all the ins and outs of working with the boys, their little superstitions, their tells when they were lying about their injuries. She just smiled and thanked him and told him to kindly fuck off and enjoy his first day, he could tell her all this another time.
The boys made a big show of letting Remus be the first out onto the ice (After you my good man) and while Remus rolled his eyes and smacked the back of a few heads playfully (Finn, Thomas and James), this was the moment he had waited for all of his life.
Right foot first, he stepped onto the ice.
Pasta and marinara before home games,
“Loops, what are you doing? I told you I would cook before your first game!”
Remus smiled and tilted his head up to kiss his boyfriend, placing both hands on his chest. “Baby, I love you, but you can cook precisely three dishes, and this isn’t one of them.”
Sirius pouted. “Your mom is teaching me.”
Remus nodded, “I know, that’s the only reason you can make those three dishes.”
Sirius shook his head smiling but he kissed Remus, nipping his bottom lip playfully.
“Are you nervous?”
“Terrified.”
“You’ll be incredible.”
“And if I’m not.”
Sirius kissed him. “If you’re not well then,” Sirius shrugged with one shoulder, “Then you try again next time. What was it a wise man once said? You always have more than one shot.”
Remus scrunched his nose. “That makes me sound like an old man.”
“A sexy old man.” Sirius commented and Remus just groaned. “Oh my god get out of here.”
Chicken and broccoli before away.
“Ha!” Sirius exclaimed when Remus walked into the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of his boyfriend cooking. “Je prépare le dîner ce soir.”
“... You don’t know how to make this one.”
Sirius put a hand to his chest in a wounded gesture. “You think I would give you food that is not good on a game day? Mon loup, how little faith you have.”
Remus felt a smile playing on his lips. “So you’ve magically learned how to cook?”
Sirius shook his head. “Non, that wouldn’t be magic, that would be a miracle. I have however, been taking lessons from your mother. Secret face-time lessons, when you’re out. I’m getting quite good.”
“You’ve been taking secret fact-time cooking lessons from my mother?”
Sirius nodded and held out a spoon for Remus to try. Remus dodged the spoon and kissed him instead. “I love you.”
Eggs morning of, pancakes after a win
“So,” Remus said, stepping into the locker room. “Who’s up for some pancakes?”
The roaring affirmative made Remus laugh before a warm weight barrelled into him.
“Hi Jules!”
Jules had taken to wearing both Remus and Sirius’ jersey at the same time to games, because he apparently couldn’t choose a favourite. He alternated between which one he wore on the outside. Today, it was Remus’, with LUPIN splashed across the back, the number 6 bold in the centre.
“Can I come get pancakes too?”
Sirius appeared behind Julian and threw him up into the air before setting him back on his feet, Jules giggling the whole time.
“We could never get pancakes without my favourite Lupin!”
“Hey!” Remus protested, but he looked at Julian’s set of jerseys and smiled.
“I suppose you can have two favourites.”
Finn, walking by, cupped his hands to his mouth. “Preach!”
Drag the puck around the crease twelve times.
“Hey Loops, are you coming to stretch?”
Remus smiled at James. “I’ll be over in a second Pots, I just have to do something first.”
James nodded and went to skate away before pausing. “Wait!” He looked at Remus sheepishly. “Blue?”
Remus shook his head fondly. “You’re so lucky I knew you’d ask for that.” He said ducking to grab a bottle of blue Gatorade he had taken from the kitchen for exactly this purpose. “Love you Fruit Loop!”
“Not as much as me, I hope.” Sirius commented as he stepped out onto the ice. “You coming?”
Remus shook his head. “Just gotta, you know.”
“Skate around the crease twelve times.” Sirius smirked. “I thought you weren’t superstitious.”
Remus flushed a dark red. “I’m not! But I’m not going to risk it either!” He laughed when he realised Sirius was teasing him and pushed him away lightly.
“Oh shove off, you can’t say anything.”
Sirius just continued to smirk at him as he skated backwards. “Love you too.”
Remus looked around the packed stadium as the anthem played and he pressed his star necklace to his lips. Looks like he had another tradition.
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Hiiii quinn! I never realised you did requests but if it would be fine (and also because its my sole goal) could you do a boom boom boi and izubby with having their own cat or dog as a pet??? I'm seriously thinking that boom boom boi would be both a cat and dog person, don't u agree? (Ily lots and don't feel pressured to do this if you have a lot of stuff going on!)
Hi Dorki! I'm finally making my way through my requests and I was really excited to write this one! Okay, hope you like it!
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The Boys with Pets
Word Count: 1,750
Featuring: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo!
Warnings: dogs, cats, cursing
Izuku Midoriya
Now Izuku loves pretty much all animals, but I can totally see him getting a dog. Dogs are loyal and full of energy just like a certain green-haired hero. The perfect duo.
He would probably rescue one from the pound, the one with the biggest, saddest, cutest eyes because how could he not? But someone has to go with him because he'd try to rescue them all if there was no one there to stop him. Once a hero, always a hero I suppose.
I'm thinking for names, he would definitely pick a name that reflects his favorite heroes. Don't be surprised if he names his dog something super cheesy like Mighty or Rocky…
Wait, okay, I've decided, he names his dog Mighty and that is the hill I will die on.
The life of a hero is quite busy so when he goes off on long missions, he drops the dog off at his mom's house. Inko has fallen in love with this sweet pup, so much so that she sometimes begs him to stop by with the dog for a visit. It's the closest thing she's got to grandbabies at the moment, she'll take what she can get :)
Now, this cute pup draws in the attention of just about everyone so he's gotten an influx of attention and a few numbers slipped in his hand during their walks, much to his flustered surprise.
Best wingman ever.
This dog goes on regular runs with Izuku and sometimes even helps him with training. I'm thinking a Collie or an Aussie would just be the perfect fit for him to keep up with his personality and lifestyle. He needs an active dog!
I can see it now, he goes on his daily morning runs with this cute Lil furry training buddy and they race the whole way! A few regulars on the trail know about this and it's become sort of a tradition to cheer the two on as they pass.
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The morning air was crisp with the slight scent of the coming autumn, the perfect morning for a run. Izuku, dressed in his usual training wear, had a steady rhythm going for the last forty minutes, letting out even, controlled breaths. This was the easy part of the run, a warm-up if anything, and he hadn't even broken a sweat yet. The canine jogging by his side was enjoying the dewy morning air as well, tongue happily flopping out the side of her mouth. The shared morning ritual between man and man's best friend: Mighty.
Her tail picked up speed, wagging uncontrollably as they neared the bend where the giant jagged rock towered over the path. It was the place marker to start the race. A three-mile run to the top of the hill located at the center of the park. It was also Mighty's favorite part of the morning.
"Ready girl?" Izuku grinned down at the ecstatic dog who barked in reply.
The instant the two of them passed the big rock, they both broke out in full speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Happy barks filled the air as she gained the upper hand. Izuku laughed as the dog turned to look back at him lagging behind her. He always did these races without his quirk to assist him. It was only fair and it helped him work on his natural stamina in case he was ever in a situation where he couldn't use his quirk. Always good to be prepared.
He watched as she bounded up the first steep hill on the trail. There were a few small hills on this route, but this one was the hardest to climb and Mighty had the advantage with her four legs so she always managed to pull ahead first. She stopped at the top and barked him on before quickly disappearing over the crest.
When he reached the top, he stopped for just a second to take in his surroundings. This part of the park was a heavily wooded area with numerous trails that many people used to hike or run. It also served as a great view of the city skyline and he couldn't help but stop and admire the rising sun from between the foggy buildings every time. Then Mighty barked to pull him out of his thoughts.
"It's not over yet!" He called after her and raced down the hill, putting on an extra burst of speed to easily close the distance.
Tail wagging, she nipped playfully at his feet as they sprinted along the path, side by side. There weren't many people out this early so he usually had the trail to himself. The only sounds were the wind in the trees, the leaves crunching under feet and paws, Mighty barking beside him, and his own unrestrained glee as they ran together.
These were the mornings he loved. Just the two of them, away from the stresses that came with pro-hero work. He wouldn't trade being a hero for anything, but sometimes it got to be too much so coming here to clear his mind with a little run was always a cathartic release, only made better by the furry companion by his side.
The short bridge that arched over the creek signaled the last mile. Getting more serious, Izuku pulled ahead of Mighty, not able to hold back the giant grin as he streaked across the bridge, startling a few birds off the railings which Mighty barked at as she came up behind him.
Up ahead was a large open meadow with a small duck pond near the center. A few benches were scattered about the path and he saw the same elderly couple sitting in their usual spot with a bag of rice and seed to feed the plethora of ducks waddling around their feet.
"You got him this time Mighty!" The old man looked up as the two of them zipped down the path towards the couple.
"Show 'em what girls can do!" The woman cracked a smile, waving her hands.
"Morning Mr. and Mrs. Fujino!" Izuku waved as he passed. "Don't count me out yet!"
Mighty barked her greeting and took a detour, herding some ducks closer to the couple then with a quick lick to Mr. Fujino's hand, she sprinted back to catch up to Izuku.
The Fujino's marked the last leg of the race. The only thing left was to climb the top of the largest hill in the park to the old oak tree at the top. That was the finishing line. It was always a gamble as to who finished first every day, but Mighty sure had a competitive spirit.
Izuku pumped his legs as he steadily made his way up to the dirt trail, Mighty just behind him before she suddenly veered left and disappeared into the shrubbery. He was so focused on the tree that slowly came into view just around the curve as he neared the top that he didn't notice.
Just as the path leveled out, almost to the finish line, he glanced back to see no sign of his dog. The tree was a few feet away when a furry mass ambushed him from the side, knocking him clean off his feet. The pro hero landed in the grass with a heavy Oof. Sitting on his chest was Mighty, looking quite proud of herself.
"Cheater!" He laughed, trying his best to hold back the slobbery licks she was determined to give him. "Okay, okay, I'll call it a tie!"
Katsuki Bakugo
Now Katsuki on the other hand would totally be a cat person. Not that he has anything against dogs, but cats are more his style. They don't need constant attention and are pretty much self-sufficient. Just the way he likes it.
That being said, Katuski would go all out on toys and the latest gizmos to take care of his cat. Has a self-cleaning litter box, a waterfall bowl, an automatic feeder, etc. You get the picture.
Oh, and toys galore. If he has space, this cat is getting a personal jungle gym that lets him walk up to the ceiling. S.P.O.I.L.E.D.
Doesn't like to tell people just how much he actually loves this cat because he's never been one to express emotions, but this cat just gets him to his core. They share the same wavelength and he appreciates that. The cat is the only one he trusts to open up to, so sometimes you might catch him ranting to the poor thing who just stares back with big wide eyes and occasional meows. Yup, totally gets him.
I see him with a super chill cat, like maybe a Ragdoll or a Russian Blue. Something that tolerates his constant screaming and explosions.
This guy is just as bad at names. It'll definitely be something long and dramatic like Lord Cat Explosion Demon God of Furballs. Yep. He doesn't take criticism so most people call him Lord Furballs, much to his disdain.
Katsuki won't ask for attention from the cat, but the little furry feline is a total cuddler and will often find itself curled up in his lap or even on his neck if Katsuki's sitting on the couch. You better believe this guy won't be moving until that cat decides it's time to move. He's been late to meetings with friends because of this cuddly cat.
He's a hero so this cat is definitely being treated right. Katuski is no slacker when it comes to caring for his lil buddy. The vet is on speed dial should anything ever happen.
Did someone say a custom-made collar that matches his hero costume to a tee?
He's never loved anything more.
...
"Uh, hey Bakubro, why is your cat glaring at me?" Ejiro asked, staring down at the feline.
"What?" Katsuki didn't even bother to look up from his laptop.
"Your cat. It's giving me the evil eye. I thought it was supposed to be friendly." The red-haired hero frowned, not able to break eye contact with the cat. "I don’t think it likes me."
The small furry creature had lazily curled up in the sunspot next to Katsuki's feet, purring away without a care in the world. It seemed harmless enough, except for the heavy glare it was shooting Ejiro's way.
"Heh," Katsuki finally glanced down and crossed his arms. "He's not glaring. That's just his face."
"Ah," Ejiro nodded, "like father like son."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean!?"
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the avalance news reader au
hey who said peer pressure doesn't work. anyway i made this post and y'all seemed to like it so here we go!! might post to ao3 later on idk...
It had been a truly terrible day.
Ava considered, in the moment that her coffee machine spluttered coughed up coffee grounds over her last clean shirt, that maybe she'd just had a truly terrible year. All her dreams about finally moving to television after being stuck in the doldrums of local news media for six years had been slashed when she'd been placed on the graveyard shift - sure, Ava was finally reading the news, but her shift was from 1AM until 4AM, so her only audience was long-distance truck drivers and new parents.
Still, she persevered, with the slightly foolish belief that if she worked hard enough, she could be promoted to a primetime slot. Or at least a slot that didn't require her to be making coffee at 10:45PM.
Her day had started off badly - she'd barely slept, as the sound from the construction work three blocks away rattled her windows, and she’d woken to find that her cat, Merlin, had kicked his litter halfway across the house in a fit of pique. Ava couldn't even have her normal oatmeal, as she was out of oat milk, and now she was having to drink her coffee black.
After changing her shirt to a dark dress and grimacing as she choked down the coffee, there was a knock on the door, and Ava groaned as she realised she was running late.
"Hey, Sara." She sighed.
Sara stood in the doorway, hair wavy over her shoulders, hands shoved in the pockets of her hoodie - the same grey hoodie she wore every day, branded with their news station's logo.
"Woah, a dress?" Sara said, eyebrows raised appreciatively, as Ava grabbed her coat and bag and they moved to go down the stairs.
"Don't mention it." Ava grumbled, pulling the coat around her shoulders.
"It looks good on you." Sara said, and Ava shot her a look. Sara mimed zipping her lips. "Do we have to time for Starbucks? I had to have black coffee; my mouth tastes like something died in it." Ava muttered, and Sara shrugged.
"I mean, we've arrived half an hour early for every shift for the past year -"
"Do you want to go back to taking the bus?" Ava said, looking over at her as they reached the lobby. They'd discovered they lived in the same building almost accidentally in Ava's first week, awkwardly meeting across the hall in the early morning, until Sara had realised that Ava had a car and they'd started riding in together.
"Fine, if you're happy with having bad angles." Sara said, holding the door open for her, and Ava rolled her eyes.
"Are you saying I have bad angles?"
"Oh, I'll find one." Sara muttered, and Ava snorted with laughter and unlocked the car. One of the benefits to giving her camera operator a ride every day was always having excellent angles.
After a stop at Starbucks, Ava rolled along the dark, quiet roads, sighing deeply.
"What's up?" Sara asked, sipping her drink - black coffee, which she somehow enjoyed.
"Nothing." Ava muttered, but it only took one look at Sara for her to come out with the story of her crappy day. Sara laughed.
"So that's why you're wearing the dress."
"That's what you're focusing on?" Ava said, focusing on the road with a small smile on her face. "I have to go back to my apartment at 5AM and clean up kitty litter and coffee grounds."
"Not to mention getting coffee out of your shirt." Sara snorted, and Ava groaned, loud and over the top.
///
They always split when they got to the studio, Ava marching off to make-up to get ready, and Sara taking the elevator to the studio floor to set up her camera. The studio was always dead past midnight, just a skeleton crew left, which Sara found she enjoyed - it was easier to know everyone that way. She waved at Nate, distracting him from where he was running through the weather, muttering under his breath and checking his perfectly coiffed hair in the camera. He waved back, a bright smile on his face.
Careful not to trip over any of the wires on the floor, Sara made her way up to the box above the studio, the cramped room filled from head to toe with blinking lights and buttons, with a large window so they could look down on the studio. The techs – Behrad and Charlie - were sat with headphones on, running through sound checks, so Sara just waved to them as she found who she was looking for.
Zari, the studio runner, was running through her clipboard, muttering under her breath. When she saw Sara coming, she rolled her eyes. "Back again?"
"What have you got for her today?" Sara asked, keeping her voice nonchalant.
"The usual. Some city councilor has been embezzling funds, Star City is readying to bid for the 2028 Olympics, and former mayor Queen is opening a patisserie down-town. It's been a quiet week."
"Exactly." Sara said, her grin widening. "You've got to add the cat one."
Ray, their head writer, had found a story a week ago about a fat cat attending the Star City pet spa to lose weight, and Sara had been tracking down clips of the poor thing, bribing the editor, Nora, to pull them together. She'd even written a script. Zari looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Seriously?"
"Yes! I have a bet going with Mick - if I can get Ava to break on camera by the end of the month, he's got to give me $50." Sara said. It was ridiculous, she'd started the bet - truthfully, she found it endearing how Ava read the news with the same abject sternness whether she was covering a political scandal or a dog who'd learnt to surf in Star City Bay. She'd only broken her composure once - a smile creeping on her face when reporting on the 5th birthday of a crocodile at Star City Zoo named Snaps. From that day on, Sara had vowed to make her laugh, properly, live on air.
"I don't have any time to make up." Zari said, and Sara sighed.
"Yeah, but you know Ava reads quick enough. Please? For me?"
Zari seemed immune to the puppy eyes, so Sara sighed. "And I'll give you $20."
Zari snorted. "Do you have $20?"
"I'll have $50 when I win the bet." Sara countered, and Zari sighed.
"Fine. I'll see what I can do."
"Z, you're the best." Sara said with a grin, and turned to return to the studio floor.
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The program went smoothly, like always. Sara liked her job, the focus of filming and the pride she got when she saw her own work on TV, but she liked it better when she was filming Ava, who had pretty much insisted from day one that Sara be her primary operator.
Ava looked especially pretty today, someone in make-up evidently having convinced her that she didn't need the bun today, and instead curled her hair over both shoulders, which didn't completely cover Ava's defined arms, visible in her sleeveless dress.
The night ran the same as most others, Ava transitioning smoothly between topics and engaging in light, courteous banter with Nate before he presented the weather. Sara looked at Ava during these moments, the five minutes she was off camera, where she looked down at her notes, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.
Okay, so maybe Sara wanted to make Ava laugh because she looked so pretty doing it. Sue her.
They were coming near the end, and Sara was losing hope that the story would be included, until she heard the segue.
"Now, in lighter news," Ava started, her eyebrows suddenly shooting up as she read the prompter. Sara grinned; Zari had obviously left this out of Ava's notes to inspire more of a reaction.
"Cats," Ava blurted out, steadying herself before continuing, "they're not normally known for their love of swimming, but one feline in Star City is hitting the water instead of the gym in a bid to lose weight. Mr. Snuggles -" Ava bit her lip as the pictures played on the monitor - a black and white cat in a life vest, looking absolutely terrified, and Sara grinned. "Mr. Snuggles is a thirteen-year-old cat who - dislikes the outdoors and other physical activities."
Sara's grin widened as Ava lost it, barely making it through her lines through her giggles. Her face was flushing pink and she bit her lip to try and compose herself. "But with encouragement from his owner -" Ava pressed on, trying to hold herself together, "Mr. Snuggles had lost one pound in six months."
That was the final straw, as Ava descended into a full-on laugh, barely making it through her sign off. Sara was so distracted by the sound she nearly missed Zari's voice in her ear. "Camera 1 to Camera 3 in 3, 2, 1 -"
Sara switched off, but not before Ava snorted, flushing even deeper and covering her face with her hands at the sound, not disguised by the jingle from the lottery numbers playing across the screen.
///
Ava had bolted from the set, and Sara packed up her equipment as quickly as possible, ducking out just in time to catch Ava as she walked down the corridor to the lobby. Her face was now free of make-up, her hair tied up in a messy bun, but she was still in the dress that left Sara's mouth a little dry. She looked at Sara, blushing again.
"I can't believe you did that." She groaned, and Sara put on her most innocent face on.
"Did what?"
"Bribed Zari to put the cat story in! John in make-up said that Charlie had told him that you'd bribed Zari."
"To win $50!" Sara said, grinning. "And you have a really cute laugh."
Ava looked up; eyebrow furrowed. "Really?"
"Yep." Sara said, trying to play it cool. "Look, do you want half? I feel bad now."
Ava sighed. "No, it's okay."
"I could buy you dinner." Sara said, almost blurting it out, and Ava looked at her. "To make up for it."
Ava's mouth quirked up in a smile. "Uh - yeah, okay. I can do dinner."
~the end~
okay so this was fun to write and i kind of want to write more so uhh send me where u think this story should go. or ideas for a part 2 maybe. thanks for reading!!
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Darkness/Poison
This is part of the ‘Doorways’ series (aka Danny is an eldritch abomination and Jack and Maddie have no normal friends so they decide to go on a road trip to make sure none of their friends from college have become semi-satanic soul-eating holes in reality AU).
AO3 link to series.
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The Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle did not have the smoothest ride in the world, but Danny was used to it. Also, he had driven the Specter Speeder through the Carnivorous Canyon and ridden in Johnny 13’s sidecar.
Point being, if his parents didn’t want him to fall asleep, they should have told him. Or, at least, not dragged him out of bed at four thirty in the morning (both to get an early start and to avoid the reporters and other undesirables who had taken to circling Fentonworks like vultures).
Look. Danny might have been an unspeakable eldritch horror, a superhero, and one of the richest human beings on the face of the Earth, but he was also a teenager. Not to mention sleep deprived.
Besides, Mom and Dad had said their next Paranormal Research Club friend was miles and miles away. They wouldn’t reach his town until much later in the day. Danny had plenty of time to sleep safely.
Which is why he was so disgruntled when Dad shook him awake with a cheery “We’re here!”
“Where’s here?” asked Danny, rubbing his eyes and noting sadly how far away his portal back in Amity Park was.
“Breakfast,” said Jazz, voice heavy with sleep. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one trying to take advantage.
“’Kay,” said Danny, briefly wrestling with the seatbelt. He caught Mom staring as he opened the door. “What?” he asked frowning.
“Nothing,” she said, unconvincingly.
Whatever. Danny could figure it out later, when he was more awake. He jumped to the ground.
“I think you guys will really like it here!” said Dad, waving at the building. “The food’s great! An old friend owns the place. Your mom and I used to come here all the time before you were born, when we were commuting between Amity and Chicago.”
Danny nodded along, staring up at the neon sign that read ‘Red Flower Dinner.’ Then his brain caught up, and he slowly turned his head to look at Dad.
“’Old friend,’” he said. “What do you mean old friend?”
Dad blinked at him, uncomprehending. Jazz came to his rescue.
“Dad, we’re doing this whole trip because all of your old friends are lunatics,” she explained.
“They’re not!” said Dad, defensively. “Besides, Marianne was never part of our club. She didn’t even go to U of M.”
“She was a waitress at our favorite hangout,” explained Mom. “She got enough saved to buy this restaurant around the time we graduated. She’s few years older than us.”
“Saved? I thought a relative died, and she got an inheritance?” asked Dad.
Danny groaned. “Do you not see how suspicious that is?”
“Come on, Danno! We can have normal friends.”
“No, you can’t. If a normal thing ever interacts with our family in any way, it immediately becomes abnormal simply because of how unlikely it is for anything like that to happen.” He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars.
“He’s got a point,” said Jazz. “Maybe we could go to a different dinner?”
“But,” said Dad, “she makes the best breakfast. And she really is normal. She wasn’t involved in any ghost stuff.”
“Are you really telling me you never talked to her about ghost stuff at all?” asked Danny, suspiciously.
“Well, we did,” said Dad. “But we talk to everyone about ghost stuff.”
“Dad…”
Dad inhaled and heaved a huge sigh, shoulders sagging. “Alright, Danno. I get what you’re saying. We can go somewhere else… Even if it won’t be as good.”
Okay. Now Danny felt bad.
Unfair.
“Well,” he said. “I guess we could check and make sure she’s not, you know, haunted or anything. That’s why we’re doing this, I guess.”
Dad brightened immediately, and Danny had to grab the back of his shirt to keep him from running in.
“But remember, if I say we have to go, we have to go. That’s the deal.”
Dad nodded. Danny let go. He sighed as Dad disappeared into the building.
“Is the food really that good?” asked Danny.
“Marianne grows a lot of her own herbs,” offered Mom with a shrug. “Everything she makes is at least decent. But, well,” she grimaced as she held the door open for her children. “The reason we liked her so much was that she always seemed interested in our research. We liked talking to someone who took us seriously.”
“Wonderful,” deadpanned Jazz.
The décor inside the dinner was bright red and floral. The seats and benches were upholstered in shiny, dyed leather. A long glass counter displayed pies and other desserts under bright lights. The air was warm and smelled faintly of cherries. A radio station played quietly in the background, blurring the chatter of the other guests.
Danny rubbed his eyes again. Ugh. He was tired. Sleeping in a moving vehicle was a special kind of unrestful. Heh. Unrestful dead. More like unrested dead. That was him.
(Someday, he was going to track down the first person to say, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead,’ and give them a stern talking to.)
“Marianne!” boomed Dad, waving at someone in the kitchen behind the order window.
There was a gasp. “Jack Fenton! Is that you?” A woman with greying brown curls leaned out, then ducked away briefly before reappearing through a door. “I haven’t seen you in years!” She threw her arms out, hugging first Dad and then Mom.
Danny bristled at the perceived threat to his parents but managed to control himself. This was nothing. Everything was fine. Just because every one of his parents’ friends so far had something weird and potentially fatal going on so far, it didn’t give him the right to police their every interaction with other human beings.
“Are these your kids?” asked Marianne, excitedly. “Oh, my goodness, you must be Jazz, and you’re Danny? I’ve only seen you in pictures, but you’ve grown so much. You’ll be as tall as your dad in no time.”
“Hope so,” said Danny, knowing there was no chance of that happening whatsoever.
Not with his human body, anyway.
“I hope we’ll get a chance to talk,” she continued, “but I have things on the stove. Why don’t you go ahead and find a seat? We’ll get to you soon.”
“Looking forward to it, Marianne!” said Dad, waving again.
“Is she alright?” asked Mom quietly as they slid into a corner booth.
Danny wound up in between Mom and Jazz, which was good, because Dad tended to elbow whoever he was sitting by. In this case, Mom, who could take it.
“I think so?” He rubbed his eyes. “But I can’t just sense everything. Don’t forget that.”
“Stop rubbing your eyes,” said Mom.
“They’re itchy,” said Danny. “I think I got some sleep sand in them or something.”
Mom’s expression softened. Danny blinked at it and wondered when he’d gotten so used to seeing an edge of suspicion on her face.
“It could be allergies,” she said. “It’s that time of year. Or it could be that you keep rubbing them.” She tugged his hands away from his face. “Either way, it isn’t healthy to keep touching your eyes, sweetie.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t have a point, but Danny wasn’t entirely sure he could get sick. Not anymore. Maybe if he was far enough away from Amity Park, spread thin enough between his two major physical manifestations… If his body was human enough… Maybe figuring that out could be a fun family bonding experience. Not.
He yawned. He wanted to go back to sleep. Being in here, with the warm scented air and not-quite-white background noise, only made slumber more inviting.
Still. His family’s ability to protect themselves was lacking. Danny at least had to stay conscious in case Marianne decided to channel the spirit of Locusta or something. Ancients, wouldn’t that be typical?
A waiter came, introduced themself, and handed out menus. Danny failed to process most of the waiter’s prepared speech, and his eyes drifted down to the menu.
It seemed… normal, for lack of a better word. Slightly worn, a couple stains on the paper behind the plastic protector. The pages had a border of blotchy red flowers. The items were all typical breakfast foods. Nothing jumped out at him.
He wasn’t even hungry. Actually, if he thought about it, he was a little nauseated. Sometimes that happened when he didn’t eat for a while, though, so maybe he was hungry, after all?
Why did bodies have to be so complicated?
“What are you getting?” asked Jazz, who was morally unable to make a food order until she’d taken a poll.
“I don’t know,” said Danny, folding his arms on the table and letting his head rest on them. “I’ll probably just get whatever you’re getting.”
Jazz frowned at him and repeated the question to their parents.
The waiter came back after a few minutes.
“I’ll have the Variety Breakfast!” said Dad, excitedly.
“The number five, please,” said Maddie. “Sausage links, not bacon.”
“Um,” said Jazz. “How about the Red Flower Special?”
“Excellent choice,” said the waiter, smiling. “Marianne grows all the seasonings for that herself, and the presentation is lovely.”
“I mean, it’s pancakes, right?” asked Jazz, nervously.
“It is, it is. What would you like for your side?” It took just a few seconds for the waiter to get the rest of Jazz’s order, then they turned to Danny. “And what are you having today?”
“Same as her,” said Danny, waving in Jazz’s general direction.
“Good choice, good choice,” said the waiter. “We’ll be back soon!”
“Thanks!” said Dad. He reached over Mom to pat Danny on the shoulder. “See? This is just a completely normal restaurant.”
“Mhm,” said Danny, dubiously. He’d believe it when he got out of here with his questionably mortal coil and squishy, murderable human family intact.
Okay. Maybe he was being a bit overdramatic, now. Was it because he was too far from the Amity portal? He’d been sure it wouldn’t significantly affect him, though. It wasn’t as if physical distance meant much in this context. Sure, he wasn’t on his home turf, but still…
Of course, he was a teenager. Teenagers were supposed to be overdramatic. At least, that’s what he’d heard. Being a teenager didn’t come with a manual any more than being a half-ghost superhero did, quirky TV shows about middle school notwithstanding.
Yeah. That sounded reasonable. He was a teenager who’d been woken early, and it was still early, and that meant the world was terrible. Excellent math.
He sipped at the water the waiter had left him, pleased with himself.
Which is when his and Jazz’s orders arrived. Danny caught a glimpse of red on him plate, abruptly recognized the prickling feeling in his eyes, expelled the water he was drinking from his nose, and propelled himself sideways across Mom and Dad and out of the booth.
“Ah!” he said, pointing at the red-tinted pancakes and the pretty little flowers on top.
The plating really was nice. Just like the waiter said.
The whole dinner was staring at him.
“He’s got allergies,” explained Jazz, her voice just a little too high pitched. “Just—Really horrible allergies. To flowers like this.”
“Blood blossoms,” said Danny. He was reasonably certain the things wouldn’t kill him, he wasn’t sure that anything short of something like Gula could kill him, but every encounter he had with them had been painful beyond belief, and he doubted that their being cooked would help very much with that.
“Right. Blood blossoms. The name always slips by me… Haha.”
“Oh my gosh,” said Marianne, rushing out of the kitchen. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know anyone was allergic to them! It’s just, you guys always talked about how they were lucky, and they got rid of bad spirits, so I thought I’d incorporate them, and they’re red, which is also lucky, and they taste so good—”
“Marianne,” said Mom, poking at one of the flowers, “where did you even get these? I thought they were extinct.”
“Oh,” said Marianne, “my uncle, the one who died, well I guess they’re all dead, now, but… The one who left me enough to buy the dinner? He worked in seed conservation. I got his personal collection.” She sniffed, apparently on the edge of tears.
“Ah,” said Mom, glancing at Danny. “That’s interesting. Um.” She slid out of the booth. “I’m really sorry, Marianne, but,” she gestured in Danny’s direction. “Food allergies.”
“He’s had breakouts just from being around them, before,” added Jazz, helpfully.
“Oh, no, no, I understand. Um. One second, let me give you my number, I don’t want to fall out of contact again, oh, dear. Tracy! Give me your notepad!”
It took several more minutes for all the Fentons to make their way back outside, most of which Danny spent staring into the dinner through the large front windows, keeping an eye on his family. Maybe he didn’t have ‘allergies’ in the typical sense but being around blood blossoms was making his skin itch and prickle unpleasantly.
Eventually, however, after Dad had shoved most of his order down his throat in a single go, they all got back into the GAV.
“Oh. My. Gosh,” said Jazz. “You two have no normal friends.”
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French Press
Sam Wilson has a crush on two things: good coffee and you
Pairing: EMT!Sam Wilson x Nurse!Reader
Word Count:1.981
Warnings: bad words, probably bad descriptions of medical professions and f l u f f
A/N: This is my submission to @sourpatchkidsandacokecan @littledarlinhavefaithinme "Little Darlin's Mystery AU Challenge". Thank you Clea for hosting this challenge! My prompt was EMT/paramedic featuring Sam Wilson. Many thanks to the only person lovelier than Captain America - Dani @xbuchananbarnes who kindly kept up with me rambling on and on about this for weeks. The banner picture was found here. I hope you like it ♡
Sam Wilson was having a really bad day.
He had slept in, having missed his alarm by well over forty minutes, and when his - goddamned, motherfucking, idiotic - roommate Bucky started banging on the door warning that they were going to be late, Sam rose in a flash, tripping on the strewn covers and stubbing his left pinky toe on the foot of the bed. Howling in pain, he half-entered, half-fell in the shower, scrubbing himself as fast as he could while muttering curses under the cold water.
The temperature was just warming up when he got out, only to realize he forgot to get a towel from the clean laundry basket. Trusting that drying himself off with a face towel was less humiliating than asking Bucky for a regular one - even if it meant going over his legs five times - Sam lost even more precious minutes, having to forgo his beloved french-pressed coffee in order to get to the hospital on time. Barnes could be a dick sometimes, but he was the best ambulance driver in the city, and, right now, Sam’s only hope.
Only they were not on the ambulance yet, and New York City's traffic didn't make way for Bucky's old Camaro - "It's vintage!" - the way it did for first responders. So when the tires screeched in front of Brooklyn General and the two friends rushed to the ER, they were greeted by the displeased face of their supervisor, Maria Rambeau.
"Please come in" she said in mock welcome. "I'm sure emergencies can wait for the princesses to get their beauty sleep."
And because anything in life that can go wrong will go wrong, you happened to pass by precisely as Sam was spilling out apology after apology. From the corner of his eye, he saw you stifling a laugh as you ducked behing Maria to get to the women’s rest room.
That was Monday.
Late evening blended into early morning and Sam found himself in the hospital cafeteria, upper body slumped on a chair and legs stretched in another. He always found it funny how healthcare professionals were usually the ones with the most unhealthy habits - like the irregular sleeping habits and the copious amount of bad coffee. Still, over and over again he took refuge on beige walls of the cafeteria, trying to find a modicum of rest between calls.
So far, the night had brought in an amateur archer with a cracked rib and a teenager with a allergic reaction to spiders. All in all, not a bad 24-hour shift.
Sunlight was just beginning to filter through the shutters when you walked in with Carol Danvers, another nurse. Your scrubs were rumpled and there was a dot of smudged mascara under your eyes. A thin line streamed your cheek from where the surgical mask sat and he was sure your hands were dry and scratchy from the latex gloves just like his were. Even so, to Sam, you were as beautiful as you did when you arrived yesterday morning, if only for the twinkled of mischief he could still catch in your gaze.
Next to him, Bucky snickered.
“You’re so whipped.”
That was Tuesday.
The first time you saw each other outside the hospital, it was a coincidence.
Sam turned left at the coffee aisle and there you were - almost unrecognizable in legging pants and a cap, bopping to a song he couldn’t hear on your earphones. You looked worlds away from the capable nurse he knew you were, staring absentmindedly at the rows of grains, weighing different options on each hand.
He couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the familiar white packaging on your right palm or the way the black pants hugged your calves and thighs in a soft curve your scrubs could never achieve. Somehow, finding you in the domestic setting of the local grocery store brought the words out of Sam’s lips, past lungs and vocal cords, toppling the insecurity that lived at the tip of his tongue.
“The Colombian one is great,” he blurted out.
Your removed an earbud, then the other. Your confused frown morphed into the most beautiful stretch of lips when you recognized the tall man at the end of the aisle.
“Hey,” you beamed. “I know you.”
I know you.
I know you.
I know you.
“From the hospital,” you quickly explained yourself, not knowing you didn’t have to. “You're Sam, right?”
On the inside, he was hyperventilating.
Oh my God, she knows me.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Sam Wilson.”
Two steps forward and he was close enough to extend his arm. The handshake was brief and polite, but thrilling. Sam sensed the gentle caress of your palm on every nerve ending of his body. He was wrong yesterday: your hands were so soft it felt as though you'd never once wore latex gloves.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said and damn it sounded so much better coming from your mouth rather than someone else’s. “Since you’re a friend, do you think you can help me understand this coffee?”
Friend. Friend. Cool. Helping a friend at the grocery store. He could do that. Friend. Get it together, Wilson.
Sam cleared his throat again.
“Well, I use a French Press, so if that’s your thing I’d suggest a medium or dark roast. That one is one of my favorites,” he pointed to the small white bag you were still holding in the cradle of your elbow.
“Oh wow, you’re a pro,” you laughed. “I don’t think I can operate anything more complicated than a coffee bag.”
Sam raised his eyebrows.
“A coffee bag? Really? That’s like a crime against coffee!”
You giggled, carefree, melodious and slightly embarrassed, like the first warm breeze after a long winter, still shy and oblivious to her greatness.
“In my defense, I’ve been trying to get better,” you claimed. “I don’t think I can survive much longer with the cafeteria coffee as my standard.”
“You’re right about that,” Sam said. Then, in a push of his good luck, he added. “Hey, if you want you can borrow my book on coffee recipes. When’s your next shift?”
“Tomorrow morning,” you replied. “And thank you! Are you sure you won’t need your book?”
“Not at all!” he shook his head. “Besides, it would a crime to let you keep using those coffee bags.”
And there it was again, the laugh. He could keep hearing it forever.
There was a pause, then. That awkward silence in the middle of a sentence when someone wishes they could say more but they don't know how to. It's child's play all over again, from the itch at the tip of the fingers to the flutter in the stomach. In a few moments of quiet, everything is a lot - emotions are too intense, too noisy and too much, toppling over careful overthought expectations of an infatuated heart.
He saves the memory of your smile, willing it to be good fortune, read from coffee grounds sitting on a an empty cup.
“Ok, then. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam.”
“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
That was Wednesday.
He found you at the nurses’ station.
Standard green scrubs, hair out of your face, glasses on the bridge of your nose. There was a pink stain on your middle finger from the neon pen you used to highlight patient’s prontuary.
He’d never seen you in glasses before and something about them made his heart beat faster.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, fingers drumming the countertop in a nervous tick disguised as smooth greeting.
“Oh. Hey, Sam, ” you offered. Next to you, Carol Danvers looked like the cat that ate the canary. “How are you?”
“Good, good,” he nodded. “What about you? Committing any coffee sins recently?”
“I’ll let you know my coffee bags are safe and healthy, thank you very much,” you grinned and laughter bubbled from him in easy breaths of adoration.
“Here,” Sam slid a small rectangular to you. “The recipe book I promised you.”
You held it to your chest like a precious gift and he crumbled, tiny pieces of man falling apart in earth-shattering joy.
“Thank you so much,” you said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Please,” Sam whispered, either to you or to himself, he wasn’t sure. “Please do.”
That was Thursday.
It took Bucky a lot of convincing, but he eventually let Sam take the Camaro.
"Never call her old again, ya hear me?" he complained. "Not when she's helping you get your girl."
Sam was going to call it something a lot worse if he didn’t manage to find a place to park soon.
On it’s defense, it was Friday night on Fulton Street. Chances of finding a parking space were little to none, even if you were a man with a crush and a nice car. So when he finally reaches you, looking pretty in a dress under the artificial light of a café, he’s just a little breathless from racing down three blocks.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed and you beamed, brighter than the signboard, or his headlights or the first twinkling star shining through the foggy city sky.
“Hey,” you said. “I thought you’d bailed on me.”
“Never,” he breathed out. “I just… Idrovemybestfriendscartoimpressyoubuttherewasnoparkingspace.”
“What?”
“I wanted to impress you, so I borrowed my friend’s car,” he admitted. “Only there was no parking space, so I had to go around the block a few times.”
Relief flooded from you and your shoulders visibly relaxed - but not enough.
The text came ungodly early, in an hour that most people would consider impolite, but not you and definitely not him. In your line of work, odd hours were just regular hours.
Hey Sam, it’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. I hope you don’t mind, but I got your number from an EMT named Steve. He said he’s your friend. Anyway, there’s this café in Bed-Stuy that’s doing a “French Press Festival”. I don’t know what that means but I thought maybe you’d like to come. With me. Like friends, of course. To honor good coffee.
He said yes of course. Perhaps more than once.
“I have something to confess, too,” you said. “I thought you’d found out about it and that’s why you didn’t show.”
Sam froze.
“I’m not a coffee newbie,” you admitted. “I actually know a lot about it. But when we met at the supermarket you seemed so enthusiastic… And honestly, I’d tried to find so many excuses to talk to you at the hospital but I was embarrassed - you make me nervous!”
And nervous you were, fingers twisting each other in a painful, agitated grip.
“I didn’t want to ruin the first good opportunity I got by saying that I knew the Colombian coffee was awesome, and yes, coffee bags should be banned from the face of the planet.”
There are moments that define a boy's heart. Shape it like more than muscle and blood, with something akin to manhood. Sam Wilson was grown - long limbs, tall frame and brave heart - but something in your presence screamed schoolyard crush and teenage fever at him. Like a toddler learning to walk or a boy tasting love for the first time. Like an adult discovering that some things feel better when they speed through older veins.
Sam’s smile was an earthquake - shattering the ground and dismantling structures in its wake. It rattled the five feet keeping you apart, pushing your bodies forward finally.
“I must say I was a little disappointed when you mentioned coffee bags,” he stated. Then he opened the café door and mentioned you forward. “But not as disappointed as I’ll be if say you’ll prefer Chemex over French Presses.”
You grinned and maybe Sam’s fortune was read before the coffee was poured.
“I guess you’re in luck, Mr. Wilson.”
That was Friday.
That was the beginning.
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RFA With a Crush
happy late valentines day i spent my night writing this and eating chocolate
Yoosung-
Yandere boi comin at u
He gets like lowkey obsessive, not anything creepy but like
He’ll hang out in places you hang out so hopefully you’ll talk to him or at least see him and think he’s cool
Tends to day dream in classes you have together cause he just gets so distracted by you
Has definitely been called out on it by his teacher and he almost dies of embarrassment when you and the rest of the class all turn and look at him
Talks about you all the time
To everyone
His mom gets weekly updates
The rfa all know you, they on a first man basis
He’ll see you walking across campus and he just dies and immediately messages the chatroom to tell them how cute you looked in your sweater
He would be too shy to actually talk to you tho
He’d try multiple times, walking up to you, taking a deep breath, then just dying and turning around and walking away before you saw him
Once you turned around and he was walking towards you, you smiled at him and he freaked out and just kept walking and left you there
legend says he’s still walking to this day
One day he was meeting Zen and Seven for lunch and they’re all sitting down and the waitress comes walking over and holy shit it’s you!
You walk up to their table and smile, getting ready to take their order, when you see Yoosung
He dies when you look at him
Immediately just covered in sweat
“Hey, we have class together don’t we? You’re Yoosung right?”
You said his name and his soul leaves his body
Didn’t think you knew his name
He nods and mumbles something out that not even he understands and Zen and Seven are looking at him like he’s insane until they see you’re name tag
“OH MY GOD IT’S MC.”
“ShuT Up SEvEn!”
You’re laughing awkwardly now, not exactly understanding what is going on cause Yoosung is bright red, his friend called Seven is laughing loud enough to catch the attention of multiple other tables and the one with the red eyes is typing furiously on his phone into some kind of chatroom
“Ok...I’ll give you guys a couple minutes to decide.”
Yoosung has never been so embarssed in his life
He wants to leave, but Seven and Zen are refusing to go and he doesn’t want to leave them alone with you
(he’s lowkey triggered by the fact that Zen agreed that you were hella cute he doesn’t need that kind of competition)
You come by their table frequently and Seven keeps making little comments about Yoosungs crush and you’re blushing cause Zens calling you cute and Yoosungs finna be over that table fighting if he dont stop
By the end of lunch, he’s pretty sure it’s the most embarrassed he’s ever been
But also he finally got to talk to you and you didn’t get (too) weirded out by him
You smile and wave at the boys as they leave the restaurant, and Yoosung almost misses the moment when you wink and blow a kiss at him
He almost passes out
Chatroom better get ready that’s all he gonna be talking about for the rest of his life
Zen-
He is such a hopeless romantic, I lowkey feel like he would be the type to make eye contact with someone on the street then spend the rest of the week wondering it that person could have been the love of his life
He just really wants to be in love
(boi same)
When he has a crush he’s not shy about it
He’s a confident boi so he’ll go right up to them and start talking and trying to get to know them
Next thing you know he has your number and you’re going out friday night
Then he meets you, and you dont fall so easily for his looks charms
And he’s pretty sure he fell in love at first sight
You’re his new neighbor, and he saw you out there moving boxes and immediately thought you were the cutest thing ever
He wanted to go help you, but he had to leave for a rehearsal, so instead, he waved and tried to look good while he walked out to his car
You smiled at him then just continued on your way
He was shook, people are usually more stunned by his looks
Thats ok he’ll just impress you another time
From then on he tries his hardest to meet you
But it seems like every time he’s home you’re not, and every time your home, he has to leave
He never gets the chance to talk to you, but he see’s you around all the time
You know how when you see someone and you dont know them you basically build a whole world around them and then suddenly you’re in love?
Ya he did that
Always going on in the chatrooms that you guys are star crossed lovers
“You haven’t spoken a single word to her.”
“Shut up trust fund kid you don’t understand!”
He goes out of his way to try and impress you in those small moments he does see you
He just wants so badly to know you, so of course when he finally gets the chance, he would screw it up
You were outside walking your dog around the neighborhood when he was getting ready to go for a run
This is his chance!
He’s now running towards you, trying to catch up so he can introduce himself
Its like things are moving in slow motion, picture it:
He’s jogging, hair flowing
You’re walking, back facing him, totally unaware, looking like a model
Your dog it turning towards him teeth bared and barking
“oH SHIT-”
Next thing he knows he’s running the other direction from your dog, with you chasing both of them
You finally get close enough to grab the leash that had been pulled out of your hand, stopping your dog from chewing on Zen’s leg
“I am so sorry, I dont know what got into him, he usually doesn't get aggressive like that unless he thinks I’m in danger...” You apologize, calming your dog
Zen is bent over, panting and now realizing it was a little sketchy of him to be basically chasing you down the street
“That’s ok, how about you make it up to me by telling me your name. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet, I’m Zen.” Boi immediately turns up the charm of course
You’re shocked for a second, but you don’t really expect any thing else from your hot neighbor who seems to always be trying to impress you
Maybe now you’ll stop messing with him and admit he has caught your eye
Jaehee-
Girl is so busy with work she doesn't really have time to be crushin on anyone
So of course she would meet her crush at work
You were new in the office, and Jaehee was given the task of showing you around
She starts off thinking you’re just a nice person, you would make a good office friend for her to talk with or possibly eat with (when she has time to eat rip)
Then she starts to think of you more and more
She looks forward to the moments when you would walk past her office to use the copier, and you would smile and wave at her through the window
It would make her heart jump
And she would smile back, a little bit awkwardly, and wave before ducking her head back down
It took her quite a while to realize it was a crush
Its normal to think of your friend all the time
Its normal to want to talk to her, but also being nervous every time she looks at you
Its normal to blush just at the thought of her, right??
Just gals being pals nothing to see here
Sweet girl is probably the one that would look up those ‘do u have a crush quiz’ then she would get to embarrassed to do it and delete the website from her browser history lol
She lowkey starts coming out of her office more just so you will stop and talk to her
Definitely the highlight of her day
One day shes talking with you while you’re getting a soda from the vending machine, when you mention how you’ve started watching some musicals she recommended
Girls just
cums
She invites you over to watch some of Zen’s videos before she can even realize what she’s doing
You say sure and that you would see her after work before skipping off to your desk
She’s left there shook
Did she actually just invite you to hang out with her??
At her house???
God she hoped this was a date
She returns to her office to find Jumin waiting for her, he does not look amused
“Assistant Kang, I’ve been waiting.”
“Oh sorry Sir, I was just-”
“Flirting with Ms. MC?”
She shook
Boi just gonna call her out like that??
How does he even know what flirting is this boi supposed to be a robot how he know what a gay is????
(oh ya does jumin han is gay thats how)
“She’s been distracting you long enough, just ask her out and get it over with.”
The last thing she expected coming into work today was getting a date and advice on her love life from none other than Jumin Han
But, at least she has that date
Jumin-
Jumin Han does not get crushes.
Or, at least he hasn’t had one yet
He’s so out of touch with his emotions, he would prolly think he was dying or something if he had a crush
Lmao Jumin would take of one those do you have a crush quizzes but unlike jeahee he has no shame so he would send her the results and have her type up a report rip
He met you in the absolute last place he would have ever expected to meet someone
Knocking on Assistant Kang’s door, Elizabeth in hand, he was shocked to find not Assistant Kang at the other side
He’s immediately sizing you up, you look like a normal girl in your pajamas, but you don’t look like you could be a relative of Jaehee, so why are you here
He doesn’t have the chance to ask before you’re gushing over his cat
He’s pleasantly surprised at how you call her beautiful and ask for her name and gently pet her head
He was hesitant to let your touch her, but you had asked first and Elizabeth was purring so he allowed it
You were talking about her breed when Jaehee came walking into the living room
Immedietly triggered by the way Jumin is not only smiling at you, but the fact that he’s letting you touch Elizabeth
“Oh, hello Mr Han, I see you’ve met my friend MC.”
Jaehee has friends?
He kinda wants to stay and talk about cats with you, but he had a plane to catch, so he leaves Elizabeth in Jaehee’s care and turns to leave
“Bye Jumin, have a good flight, nice to meet you!” You called after him, waving.
He awkwardly waved back before turning and walking away
This was a strange feeling
He spent his entire trip thinking about you
It was honestly an inconvenience for him, and he did not appreciate the fact that thoughts of you made a weird feeling happen in his stomach
Not having it
When he got back, he had the driver stop by Jaehee’s to pick up Elizabeth
He refused to admit to himself it was because he wanted to see you, but he was a bit disappointed when you weren't there
He didn’t see you for quite a while, and he had almost managed to get you out of his head, when he heard a familiar voice in the office
For a moment he thought he imagined it, until he looked up and saw you standing near his office looking lost
He was out of his chair before he really knew what he was doing, then he stopped and composed himself before walking out to you
You were asking one of his workers for directions to Jaehee’s office when you saw him
You immediately smiled and walked over, happily greeting him
He could see the surprised looks on the employees as he greeted you and offered to walk you to Jaehee’s office
You chatted with him asking about his day and his cat, and he was pleasantly surprised at how he actually enjoyed talking to you
You didn’t talk to him like he was some big CEO, or a trust fund kid, or your boss, you just talk to him and smiled
He liked your smile
The talk was cut short then Jaehee found the two of you, giving a strange look between her boss and best friend
She’d never seen him look at someone like that, other than Elizabeth
“Ok...come on MC, time to go!”
She skirting you the fuck out of there
Jumin is strugglin
If he thought his little crush was bad before, it was excruciating now
But he didn’t seem to mind it as much
He just wanted to talk to you
But he only knew you through Jaehee
So suddenly he became even more present in his assistants life
Randomly stopping by her desk
Calling her for seemingly no reason
She drew the line when he started showing up at her house for vague business related things
“Mr Han. Why do you keep coming here.” She sighed, it was 10 at night and he had interrupted one of Zens videos
“I need you to sign this.”
“And that cant wait till tomorrow in the office?”
“I suppose it could, I figured you would just want to get some work done.”
“...Mr Han why do you keep coming here?”
He admits he wants to talk to you
Jaehee dies a little inside
Why is this happening
But she cant hide from him the fact that you have been talking about him as well
She agrees to give him your phone number if he will leave her alone
She cant believe she just set up her boss with her best friend
What has life come to?
707/ Saeyoung-
God he’s such a spaz (the ideal boi tbh)
If he had a crush the whole world and his crush would know it
He met you at a coffee shop, him and Saeran were waiting for drinks when you came walking out of the back room, in a little apron with the coffee shops logo on it
He falls out of his chair
“ohmygodsearan look at her! She’s like a star princess and I’m the star prince and were gonna fly off into the stars and-”
“Get off the ground what’s wrong with you? And lower your voice the whole god damn place can hear you!”
He can see you biting back a smile as you call out his and his brothers names
They go get their coffees and, but he’s pulled off by his brother before anything can be said to you
He’s about to complain, before he sees on his cup you had crossed out his name and written star prince in it’s place with a little heart
Literally screams
From then on he goes to your coffee shop all the time
Boi becomes a regular and he’s known for relentlessly flirting with you every time he comes in
He always has a new pick up line and you always have a new name for his cup
He tired to collect the cups but Vanderwood nearly tased him for the mess it made
Speaking of Vanderwood, that boi knows all about you
Him and Saeran never escape his ramblings about you
Unlike the rfa who can just leave the chatroom, his voice is inescapable
He cant help it tho
At first he was just thinking you were cute, but the more he actually talked to you, the more he liked you
You laugh at his jokes and make puns back at him and he just thinks you’re so sweet
You like him too, but he’s never actually asked for your number or anything, so you’re not sure if he’s ever gonna go past just playful flirting
It actually takes the help of Saeran to get you two together
It was one of the rare moments when Saeran wasn’t out with his brother, but he still ended up in your coffee shop, mostly out of habit
You smiled when you saw him, greeting him and getting started on his normal drink
He watched you work, and you made pleasant conversation with him despite his short answers
Saeyoung had been kinda down lately, he had fallen back into one of his depressive states, so he hadn’t been in for a while, but he simply told you he was sick when you asked
He really did want his brother to be happy, and even though he acted like an idiot, he really did like you
So he decided to help his brother out
“Here,” he handed you a slip of paper, “Saeyoung has been feeling...under the weather, he would love to hear from you. I know he’s a fucking dork, but he really does like you so...be nice.”
He grabbed his drink and immediately left you with the phone number, a small smile on your lips
You would never have been able to guess the volume of the scream that came from Saeyoungs room when he got that text
Vanderwood looked at Saeran
“What have you done...”
V/ Jihyun-
He’s so soft
Thinks you’re so sweet and cute and wants to hold your hand
Blushes so hard whenever you’re around
You work at an art gallery that frequently shows his paintings and he just loves how you’re so passionate about your work
You complement him on his art, and he’s out for the rest of the day, boi cant handle it
Jumin’s the only one who knows about his crush
He had gone with V to unveil some of his art, and immediately noticed how his friend was acting off
He was kinda spacey
Looking around, fidgeting with his hair and clothes
Then you walked in, and Jumin watched as his friend was instantly drawn to you
He was almost inching his way towards you, trying to make it look causal
But he just looked very nervous
Then you noticed him and came over to say hi and introduce yourself to Jumin
V is smiling at you looking all love sick
And Jumin just has this shit eating grin on his face cause he knows what’s goin on
He excuses himself to let you and V be alone but it doesn’t last long cause boi quickly gets shy being alone with you and goes back to join Jumin
You just make him nervous
He’s not used to feeling this way, its been a while and he just doesn’t know how to act
“That was quite a display.” Jumin smirked
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please, everyone in that art museum can see how much you like that girl.”
That just makes him more nervous around you
Can you tell??
Do you know how much he likes you???
He starts associating you with painting, and he ends up painting you
Quite a few times actually
Then he feels like a creep
So he paints over them
Then the whole thing just starts again
It would take him so long to confess to you if you didn’t make the first move
Cause my boi is just so insecure
Some one just give him a hug pls he needs it
Saeran-
You know how when little boys get a crush they pick on them and tease them?
Well this boi is always pulling on your pigtails
Because of his brother, he hangs around the rfa a lot, so he sees you a lot
And he does not appreciate how you make him nervous
Or how you can talk to him so easily while he gets chocked up and can barely say hi
And he really doesn’t like how you make him blush
So he’s so grumpy around you
But you’re still nice to him and it just makes him more grumpy cause he ends up feeling bad for being so grumpy
Seven notices right away
“Awww does my little brother have a little crush on MC? That’s so cute!”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He slowly gets over the whole angry crush thing when he realizes he cant keep being mean to you
His therapist keeps telling him to let people in, and that if he likes you he should show his feelings rather than push them away
So he makes an effort to be nicer to you
He hangs around you when the rfa gets together
And he participates in the conversations that you always try to have with him
And you guys become actual friends
And you hang out with him and his brother outside of the rfa get togethers
And he’s regretting his life choices because now it’s so much harder for him to ignore his little crush on you
And Seven is always teasing him
He’s triggered
He’ll basically just go through periods of pushing you away then letting you back in then pushing you away again
But you know how hard things are for him, and you continue to be so nice
And he just wants to be with you all the time
Life is hard
He tried to show his feelings for you, but it always come out wrong
Boi tried to make you dinner, sets a fire in the bunker
Tried to buy you a present, got angry while trying to wrap it and broke it
Tries to ask you out on a date but gets embarrassed and accidentally ends up kicking you out of his house
It be like that sometimes
And Seven is just so over watching his brother be an idiot, even if it does make for good teasin material
So he takes things into his own hands
He invited you over to watch a movie with him and his brother, picked out a film with a pretty long sex scene, then mysteriously disappears
Saeran is mortified
His face is as red as his brothers hair and your sitting next to him with the same wide eyed panicked look while some actress moans excessively on the screen
He doesn’t know what to do so he just gets up and leaves
So you there just watching porn in their living room alone
Of course thats when Vanderwood makes his appearance
Saeran didn’t see you for a while after that incident
Until Seven dragged him to an rfa lunch and you were there and you looked so cute and you still smiled and talked to him even after what had happened
So finally, he just gathers up the courage and blurts out
“Do you want to go get ice cream with me!”
It was more of a loud statement than a question and his face is so red and his hands are shaking
But you’re smiling at him and holding his hand and you’re so soft and warm
“I’d love to Saeran.”
EDIT- i did Vanderwoods too so here it is!!
God im so in love with these boi’s
thanks for reading!!
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You don’t want my love | (m)
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jin x Reader
Genre: PWP.
Warnings: Smut. PWP. Infidelity (cheating), degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral, choking, cum play (little). Dub/con, please read with caution. Yoongi is a major asshole. Reader has serious issues regarding her sex drive holy moly.
Words: 7k
Summary: You think you’re over yoongi. You’ve started a new life with your new boyfriend Jin who is almost everything you could ask for. Almost.
A/N: this is a gift for @yminie and she knows why. also this is fantasy. Do not come at me with “u support cheating?!?!?!?!?!” because instead of blocking you, i will be mean right back to you. and i dont wanna do that. zero proof read like always lmao. I wanna be super sappy and happy on my blog. but i wILL be mean if you say dumb shit to me that I have clearly said in this note that I don’t condone it. It’s just in a realm of fantasy. To all my other readers who won’t send me dumb asks, enjoy and let me know what you think :))
(also imagine this buff yoongi while u read it ajbkkjbfolwrfnl)
“He’s coming here”
“wait what? I-”
“Quick, duck! Y/N just du- Hey Yoongi!” Sunmi has shoved your head – actually no – your entire body down from where you’d been sitting beside her, to under the table so your approaching ex-boyfriend/fuckbuddy didn’t see you.
“Sunmi,” hearing his low voice has automatically sent a signal to your heart mucles to start contracting and pump blood in to your veins faster as your breathing picks up.
“On your lunch break now?”
“Yeah. Lee gave me an hour this time,” the scoff is clear in his voice as you listen from under the table, “something about ‘becoming a statue if I didn’t stretch my limbs.’”
“He’s not wrong you drip. Still a mystery to me how you can sit at that desk and be able to walk afterwards.”
“I’ll have you know,” the screech of the chair across from Sunmi has you muttering curses under your breath as you realise that Yoongi is pulling out a chair to take a seat, “my limbs work just fine. Especially my hips.” The flirtatious tone is evident and you know that he’s trying to bag Sunmi.
He has been ever since you guys broke up. Actually that’s putting it way too politely. He broke up with you. That’s right. He broke up with you because he’d been spending too much time at work – voluntarily. Working at a music production label was not something you had thought that one would want to do overtime. But Yoongi was different. He loved his job as an associate producer for one of the hip-hop duo that the company managed. Which meant that his job was a very important one and included too many responsibilities for you to count or remember. You just had met him because one of your friends – Sunmi to be exact – had set you up on a blind date with a co-worker of her own – Kim Seokjin. He was handsome, polite, held a higher position than Yoongi and actually was his boss for some time before he had been promoted once again but this time – as a partner of the company.
Seokjin came from an affluent family and possessed the funds to be able to have a partnership with a music production company at such a young age. That was partially why Sunmi had begged for you to go out on a date with him. You had just graduated and were working as a waitress while you scoured the web for jobs as a speech pathologist. So one day you decided, why not? If nothing else, the 29 year old could be your sugar daddy that you desperately needed right now. Judge all you want.
But alas, instead of dating your potential boyfriend/sugar daddy, you’d been roped in to a relationship – that sounds like a nicer way to put the relationship you had with Yoongi – you’d end up meeting Yoongi at both of their workplace when you’d visited Seokjin upon his request to have lunch after your first date. And since that day – you’d never felt so sexually frustrated than when you were in the presence of that man. Yoongi had given you bedroom eyes the whole time you’d been trying to pay attention to whatever Seokjin had been trying to say. Don’t get you wrong, Seokjin was beautiful and you were attracted to him. You were. But the kind of attraction you had to Yoongi as he watched you from behind Seokjin, sitting on the table behind where the two of you sat for your lunch – it had you sweaty and slick between your legs in record time.
So the next day you’d apologised to Seokjin and said that you were too busy looking for a job to date someone seriously and that if he could wait, then you would happily want to continue getting to know each other after you felt left less worried about being jobless… and getting wet at the thought of his employee between your legs. And the day after that, you’d asked Sunmi for Yoongi’s number and fucked him in a bathroom stall of the bar that both of you had met at later that evening. Well, it had mostly been him fucking the daylights out of you while you’d tried to catch your breath. You’d thought that maybe he would have reservations about getting involved with his boss’s date. But nope. He’d put out faster than you had anticipated and had your legs spread in the bathroom stall not even three hours later.
And after 4 months of a unhealthily sexual relationship that sometimes felt like a real one and sometimes felt like being friends with benefits – the bastard had broken things off. So what had you done as revenge? That’s right – gone back to Seokjin, your current boyfriend that you were very much happy with. As long as you avoided Yoongi. He melted your brain and made you into a nymphomaniac who wanted to jump his bones. So here you were, hiding under a table – trying to avoid the man who brought you so close to being disloyal to your picture perfect boyfriend. But him flirting with your best friend was only making it harder because this senseless jealousy that you should not be feeling was bubbling up like a volcano.
“Ah hahaha… yeah, uh good joke.” Sunmi’s fake nervous laugh was too obviously fake so you tap her leg in warning that she was being weird which was not good when Yoongi was around. He was a master at reading people and figuring them out. He knew exactly what they meant and wanted or didn’t and that’s what also made him great in bed. Fuck. You were thinking about him in bed again. Naked. His thi-
“Shut up!” You whispered a little too loudly at your own brain before slapping a hand over your mouth.
“Excuse me?” Yoongi sounded confused and you hiped to the lord above that Sunmi could weave herway out of this.
“S-Sorry,” she fakes laugh again, just a smidge better than the last one, “this song is stuck in my head since yesterday. The one that you’ve been working on actually.” Nice save.
“Oh yeah?” The flirtatiousness in his smug tone had you frowning again. Ugh he was such a slut.
“Yup. Totally,” then she proceeds beautifully hm the tune of the track he must have been working on. God, your best friend had a voice of an angel. And fucking sexy. Guess Yoongi must have thought the same too because the next thing he does is ask her back to his studio. Which is equivalent to; let’s fuck in Yoongi speak. You knew because he’d told you about his previous lays whenever he needed to relieve himself.
“Uhh haha yeah.. uh sure why not.”
“Well, I’m going to go ‘stretch my limbs’ like Lee said, enjoy your lunch gorgeous.” You can almost hear him wink.
Making sure he’s gone, Sunmi then taps you that the coast is clear so you can come up and straighten your back that has started to cramp. And while you’re rolling your shoulder blades to get the cramps out – you finally see the flush on her face.
“What the fuck Sunmi!”
“What?” She whisper-yells right back. “Don’t blame me for responding to his sex eyes, bitch. He’s hot.”
“Ugh, I know. I need to go see my man now. I swear Yoongi’s like a contagious disease for me.”
“Girl,” Sunmi sighs, “I don’t know how you do it. Coming here to see Seokjin-ssi while he breathes here too. Especially since you’ve had that dic-”
“Okay! See you later. Love you, bye!” You scurry out of there before she can finish her sentence and remind you that you indeed have. And you needed to stay loyal to your man who took off time whenever you had your period to look after you. Yes. Seokjin was that kind of sweet and you loved him for it.
Taking the elevator up to the level where his office was, you make your way to his office after the receptionist greets you politely and you smile right back. She was so cute. But when you find it absolutely empty, your eyebrows are furrowing, scrolling through your text messages to see if he mentioned anywhere that he won’t be in the office at this time. But you come up short so instead, you ask his PA when you step outside to look around – thinking maybe he’s lurking there anywhere. Your Jin was a sweet, social butterfly. It won’t be the first time he’s gone on a round to say hello to everyone on their lunch break while you’ve waited in his office.
“Oh he’s just gone to get lunch with Woo PD-nim. Would you like me to order some lunch for you to be brought to the office Ma’am?”
“No that’s okay,” you smile back, “I already ate. I’ll just be waiting then.”
You’re making your way back to the office – which was past a corridor to decrease the level of noise from the reception on days when it was crowdy. Opening the door you step inside and begin closing the door before a foot has wedged between the small space that remained between the door and the wall.
“What-” Yoongi has pushed inside the office, pushing you slightly so you stumble back a few steps while he locks the door behind him.
“What are you doing?!” The disbelief in your voice is clear but Yoongi seems to not care at all, only bringing a finger to his lips slowly while a sly smile takes place on his beautiful mouth. Fuck, you needed to focus.
“You thought you could avoid me, y/n?” you’re walking backwards – a reflex when yoongi’s predatory gaze is watching your every move while he walks forward.
“Y-You can’t be in here.”
“Oh I can’t?” His condescending tone makes you angry and wet all at the same time. You’ve hit the edge of Jin’s desk now while Yoongi has continued to walk forward until he’s right there – less than a step away. Then his gaze flickers down to your chest.
“Your nipples seem to want me here.” When he looks back up, you’ve all but been holding your breath, eyes furrowed as you look at him questioningly, afraid of what he’ll do. What he’ll make you do. But most of all – what you know you won’t fight enough to not do.
“J-Jin will be here any minute. What the fuck do you want?” His hands go beside you on either sides, trapping you between his taller frame as he leans his head down to look you directly in your eyes.
“That’s exactly what I want.” Huh?
“What?”
“To fuck you.” You gasp at the word that’s been whispered so close to your mouth. His chest is almost rubbing against your hardened nipples and all your body seems to be able to do right now is just stay still and listen to his hoarse, rumbling voice.
“W-What is wrong with you? You were just flirting with Sunmi!” the rage that provokes you to accuse him like you two still had a connection, was automatic. But your stomach drops when you see the knowing smile slowly creeping up on his face and you realise your mistake.
You just outed yourself.
“So you werelistening to us.” Your eyes flicker everywhere but at him, knowing that you’ve clearly exposed yourself but not being help it when the lie escapes your mouth again, trying to avoid having your nose bump with his own when he keeps inching closer. Surrounding and cornering you until you break.
“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His laugh at your response is almost sounding innocent. Pure. But when he spins you around so fast, pushing you roughly on Jin’s desk to flip your skirt up you realise – there is no out from this. And you were too weak of a woman to fight your way out. You were already consumed by the carnal lust he awoke in you and the arousal that Yoongi could probably clearly see through your white lace panties was proof of that.
You’re whimpering as he pushes your cheek against the desk and perches your ass up a little more so it stuck out obscenely for him.
“Look at that. You’re soaking wet.” He tsks as his hands run all over your ass, the coarse hands that worked in his studio on his music board or a piano, caressed the supple flesh of your ass while you could only whimper – your hands by your sides. Not stopping him. Not pushing him. Just feeling him grope your ass with his large, veiny hands.
“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper and you know you’re not sounding convincing, “s-stop. I have a boyfriend now- ah!” His hand strikes a cheek of your ass and your pathetic pleading had stopped as soon as his palm had met your flesh; replaced with what could only be described as high pitched moan. Yoongi knew you inside out. He knew that you were filthy and you liked it rough. You loved it when he spanked you when you two had been seeing each other and he was using it to his advantage. Fucking asshole.
“Yeah? Then why is your pussy dripping?” to emphasise his point, he’s roughly using his index and middle finger together to push the sodden material of your white panties inside your clenching pussy, making you bite down on your lip before another needy whimper is fighting its way out from your mouth. Fuck you needed to stop this. Seokjin could be here any minute.
What the fuck was wrong with you? The first thought in your mind was that you could get caught; not that what you were doing was so, so wrong. You loved Jin. Your sweet, sweet Jin who made love to you. Who showed you that pure and gentle sex was so much more than what you had thought it would be: boring. But with him it wasn’t. And yet you couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth when Yoongi’s fingers pushed in deep, pushing your panties with them inside you.
“I-I want Jin now. I’m not who you used fuck a-anymore.” Yoongi only snickers before striking your other cheek, the flesh of your ass beautifully rosy.
“Oh you’re not? You’re a good girl now are you?” And all you can do is dumbly nod like that makes a difference. You knew you were losing the battle – and intentionally. There was something fucked up about the relationship you both had that was going to remain there forever. Because whenever Yoongi was around, you lost all inhibitions, your moral compass vanishing while only your insatiable sex drive remained. And that is precisely why you avoided him at all costs.
He was scissoring your pussy with his fingers while your white panties – soaked beyond belief – continuously pushed inside along with them creating that extra, delicious pang of friction. And all you could do was weakly murmur ‘stop’ but moan right after each one making him chuckle like the sadistic bastard he was.
“Y-Yoongi- mm – J-Jin will be- ah! – back any moment.” But it made no difference to him and he made sure to tell you that.
“There’s the little slut I know,” you gasp against sleek desk that your scorching cheek was pressed against – your pussy dripping even more as he used the shameful term to address you. “Only worried about being caught. You’re not a good girl after all, huh?”
His chuckle is the only thing louder than your panting. You push your hands behind you, blindly trying to retaliate but instead Yoongi only takes things further by pushing gripping both your wrists in his own and tugging you backwards – almost bowing your back like a crossbow before he’s hissing in your ear all the while he’s fingering your pussy.
“Listen here, y/n. You’re going to get down on your knees, open my belt and put that heavenly mouth on my cock – and suck it.” The grip that he’s holding your hands with is bound to leave a bruise, already making them ache while you listen to him with a hazy gaze and mouth falling open. Too drunk with lust that you’d lost even your voice. But he still had more to say. “You’re going to let me fuck this tight mouth in your precious boyfriend’s office until I cum. Until my cum is dribbling down your face. You know why?”
You let out a dry sob when his fingers slip out of your sodden core and slide down to your clit, “Because I know you want it. Your pussy wants it. Because you’re a cock slut who can’t help herself and stay satisfied with one man.” And it’s worse because at the mention of Jin, you’re really starting to cry now. And not only because it was wrong for you to betray him like this – but because Yoongi was right. You needed to be ravaged. You wanted to be used like a sex doll and fuck hard. You wanted to be humiliated and everything that you can’t imagine Jin would ever do. He would probably run the other way if he found out how much of a horny slut you were. Ready to impale yourself on Yoongi’s cock. In Jin’s office.
“Now get on your knees before your Jin comes back.” He roughly pulls back, finally letting your back slump against the desk to rest for a few moments from the painful angle he had it bent at. But Yoongi is impatient and doesn’t want to wait any longer because he’s grabbing you by the hair – hard enough to sting just a little more than usual – and pushing you to your knees.
“Hurry your slutty ass up, y/n. You want me to go find Sunmi and have her make me cum?” Pathetically and with no shame, you’re shaking your head ‘no’ reaching for his belt as you fish out his hard, vascular and incredibly girthy cock. It was long like his fingers and the veins made the ridges in the length. Hi balls sit heavy behind the base as the red, angry tip leaks precum that has your mouth drooling. And just when you’re about to take him in your mouth – he pushes your head back none too gently.
“Pull down your top. I want to see your tits.” And like a paid street whore, you oblige, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your tank top, letting your breasts away freely. You’re not even fully done with pulling the tank right beneath your breasts – it was a little snug on your bust – that he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving his cock deep inside your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. You weren’t prepared and the unexpected intrusion has you gagging around it while Yoongi lets out a deep sigh – as if he’s finally been relieved of a great burden. And then he’s pulling back, only to slam back inside. Again and again and again. Relentless and merciless. Just how you liked. Fuck.
“You love this don’t you? Huh? Letting me fuck your mouth. You miss the taste of my cock baby? Or you’re too good after having the rich boy’s dick?” He’s asking you all these questions in his accusing tone as if you can respond. Because at the moment, you are only holding on to his thighs as he uses your mouth, pushing in deep every single time that you’re nestled against his pubic hair whenever he slams back in. You can tell that he’s getting close because he’s lost all control over his breathing; he’s panting and a bit too loudly and the fear that you could get caught has you bringing up your hands to his balls – massaging them to help him over his peak.
And it’s also sending a trickle of arousal leaking past your pussy that you’re letting a man who isn’t your boyfriend, your ex fuck buddy, use your mouth to get off. Fuck you were messed up.
Saliva is dripping past your mouth and Yoongi’s strong hold on your hair has softened just enough for you to stop holding his thighs and bring your hands to wrap around his length while your mouth sucks the mushroom head. “Fuck, just like that. Yeah baby. You like sucking my cock don’t you? You miss it?” and like a good girl, you’re nodding as you suck him off. Twisting your hands around his length while your lips work his head like a pornstar.
“Fuck yeah. Daddy’s gunna cum. Your slutty mouth is so good. Been practicing on your vanilla boyfriend have you? Fuckkk.” His head is thrown back and you’re glad that you don’t have to verbally or physically answer that. Because you haven’t been. Jin was a big eater. And by that you mean: pussy. He loved going down on you and he never expressed too much interest in you reciprocating. And you weren’t sure how to tell him that you liked sucking cock. Every single time you thought of telling him, you felt dirty and improper so you always ended up stalling.
But that was exactly it. You were dirty and improper. At least in bed. You liked sucking cock and you absolutely loved that Yoongi never hesitated but even pushed you to suck his. But you knew that you were just trying to justify the fact that you’re cheating on your boyfriend. But thankfully, Yoongi is close because your mouth is filling up with the constant dribble of the pre-cum, more now than before and before you know it, he’s growling out his release and filling your mouth until the white substance flows over.
“Fuck! That’s so good. You’re a good cock sucker.” He’s pulling you off him by pushing against your head again when you continue to softly bob your head up and down his still hardened length and you come off with an obscene ‘pop’
And you both just stare at each other. Yoongi with a smirk on his ace while he catches his breath, looking down at you. And you – cum covering your chin and dripping down to your tits while you also heave in breaths like you’re never going to breathe again. Your gaze flickers over to the clock and you know that lunch break ends in exactly 20 minutes. The internal sigh is of relief. Relief that you both will have enough time to get yourselves together before Jin was here. Gosh. You were a slut. And you were loving and hating it at the same time. But of course, Yoongi had other plans.
“Rub my cum on your tits.” Your eyes widen at his request when you see his hand back on his length and instead of putting it away – he’s stroking himself back in to a painfully hard erection. “Go on, y/n. I know you love smelling like me.” You wanted to correct him and say ‘loved’ because you two were no longer together. You were not his anymore. But guess what you do? You look him straight in the eyes with your glazed ones, bite your bottom lip and lazily gather his cum from the top of your chest before rubbing the semen all over your tits. Massaging them just the way he liked it.
“That’s right,” he’s whispering now, sounding like he’s in a trance while you throw your head back, eyes closed, “rub it all over your nipples. So when he sucks your tits tonight, he’s tasting your recent fuck. And that’s not him.” Your eyes are shooting open and so is your mouth. Half in surprise of his words and half in arousal as you pinch your nipples and moan your pleasure. Yoongi bends down, picking you up to set you down on the desk while you keep rubbing your tits, pulling your nipples and pushing them together tantalisingly to tease him further. And he simply shuts down your smirk by taking your mouth. Lips encasing your own in a messy, sloppy kiss. So passionate that it feels like you’ve been apart without choice but in fact; it was by choice. At least his anyway.
His hands have now replaced your own, thumbs rubbing your nipples in small circles while your legs go around his waist, pulling him in while you both make out like you’re not on the clock, running on thin ice when it comes to time. And just then, the phone is ringing on the desk, making you pull back from Yoongi so fast you could give professional marathon runners a run for their money. Fearing it might be Jin, you lean backwards – Yoongi still kissing and sucking bruises in your neck – and press the speaker button.
“Ma’am?”
“Y-Yes?”
“Mr Kim send his apologies for being late but he is on his way back now. Should be back within 20 minutes.” You’re holding your breath as Yoongi bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, hoping to lord that your reply won’t be giving you away to Jin’s PA.
“Alright, thank you.” As soon as the line is dropped, you’re pushing Yoongi back, glancing at the clock that says that everyone’s lunch break is probably over in 5 minutes.
“Y-You need to go. Jin will be here soon.” To that, he looks at you as if you’re a naïve child, staring at you for a few moments before bursting out in laughter. And then he’s grabbing your hair again, tilting your head back before his face is displaying nothing but rage as he hisses his reply out.
“You think I’m going anywhere without fucking this pussy? Your cunt is calling for me my dear, sweet, y/n. Stop pretending that you aren’t a slut.” His words are making you horny but angry at the same time. He was the slut who went around offering your best friend to sleep with him before this.
“Takes one to know one.” His smirk diminishes slightly and you bet that it’s because he didn’t expect you to talk back. But you’re regretting the words slipping past your mouth, very very quickly. Because Yoongi is once again, not one to allow back talk.
“You’re going to regret saying that, y/n.” He’s shaking his head while he’s pushing up your skirt, wiping the defiant look right off your face when you see that five minutes have already passed and that Seokjin will be here soon.
“Wh- Wait. Yoongi s-stop.” But yet you make no move to stop him when he yanks your panties aside, pushing your knees up to your chest, making you lie back down on the table.
“Right.” He scoffs. “Like you actually want me to? Do you?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock on your inflamed pussy lips, looking you direct in the eyes while he’s hovering over you. Your pussy is dripping, your heart is beating fast and you swear on everything that is holy that you’ve never been this turned on in your life. Knowing that you’re about to be fucked in your boyfriend’s office, on his desk, by a man that wasn’t him. That was Yoongi. One who at some point you had thought you loved. But lust has won you over and in this moment, you’re not thinking rationally. You’re just a woman who wants to be fucked.
So you’re shaking your head, spreading your legs further, being well aware that you make not get out of this without being caught. “No.”
Yoongi pretends to not here your whisper and raises his eyebrows in question, “what was that?”
“No,” you whimper desperately, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy like you always did d-daddy. Tear me apart.” You haven’t even finished your sentence that Yoongi has pushed in to the hilt; the girth of his cock stretching you open with a slight burn that makes you mewl. And then he’s fucking you like you want to be fucked. Rough. Raw. Animalistic. The only noises in the room are your whiny moans, skin slapping on skin as his balls hit your ass again and again as he bottoms out in his ruthless pace.
Your head is thrown back, your arms are resting beside it on either side and your mouth is open while you’re being dragged forwards and backwards with the force of Yoongi’s pistoning inside your pussy. “I knew you would come back to me. I knew you would always remain a slut for cock that can tear your pussy apart. And only I can do that can’t I slut?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you’re moaning out loud as each ‘yeah’ is separated by a thrust of his cock that nudges in deep inside your pussy, resting near your cervix. It’s a burn and you know that not all women enjoy it. But you did. You liked the pain and the pleasure. And you wanted nothing more than to just lay here and let Yoongi fuck you until you died. Because it felt so, so good. So good that you’d lost track of time. Only listening to Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he pounds away at your pussy.
“I’m going to cum inside this cunt and you’re going to walk around with it inside you. I want him to touch your pussy and find it wet and filled with cum from a man that’s not him.” He’s growling and watching your contorted face, tears streaming down it. Yoongi unbends your legs while he continues to fuck you – although slightly slower as he adjusts your legs. And now that they point upwards as he holds them open at your knees, you can feel every single ridge of his cock as it slides inside your swollen pussy again. By opening your legs wider and further, you can feel him hit thatspot that has you seeing stars. The delicious curve of his cock is rubbing on your g-spot and all you can do is shake your head side to side as you hold your fist to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming blooding murder.
And that’s a mistake as well. You’re making a lot of those today. And the worse part – Yoongi takes advantage of it, just like he does of everything when it comes to you.
“Keep looking,” He’s still pounding his cock in you as you shake your head, closing your eyes in defiance while sobbing quietly – trying to contain your pleasure.
“Open your fucking eyes y/n. And look at that picture.” And that’s the first time a tear leaves your eye that’s not because of how good your pussy feels with Yoongi fucking you like there is no tomorrow. It’s because of the frame on Jin’s desk – that’s rattling from the force of Yoongi’s thrusts – with a picture of you and him inside it.
“How does it feel to have a cock inside you that’s not his? Huh?” You say nothing but continue to sob with the pleasure, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter instead of turning you off. Because you’re fucked up and looking at the frame of your boyfriend and you on your first vacation does make you mad at yourself for doing this – but it makes you even more aroused. You’re horny beyond belief.
“Tell me slut. Tell me you love my cock inside your cunt. That only I can make your pussy wet like this.” And that’s the last straw because you’re not holding back anymore. Letting the words come out as you watch his cock slide inside your pussy again and again and again. Everything on the desk rattling as your tits sway.
“I love your cock. I l-love it in my c-cunt,” you’re sobbing as he speeds up at you locking eyes with him while he brings a hand to your throat, holding it tight enough to constrict your air supply but not enough that you can’t talk, “y-you make me so wet y-yoongi. I-I’m your slut. I always w-want y-your cock d-daddy.”
And just when you think you’re about to explode, you can hear voices outside in the corridor that sound suspiciously close to Jin and his co-worker that he’d gone to lunch with. And like the horny slut you are, the idea that your boyfriend is probably right outside and your ex is fucking you in a chokehold is enough for your pussy to let go. You’re coming so hard and in a flash, Yoongi is pulling you off the desk, turning you around to bend you over it just like he had earlier – all the while your pussy is pulsing and dripping from your orgasm that doesn’t seem to be ending – and pushes back inside you from behind. Setting a rapid pace once again while his hand covers your mouth just in time for your screaming as you keep convulsing and coming around his cock that is pounding away.
You’re thankful that Yoongi has realised that you two don’t have time to take it slow anymore because he’s working his cock inside you fast like he wants to cum as quick as possible. The desk is still rattling but there is no helping it when Yoongi is going as hard as he is.
Your cries are muffled by his hand and the sound of his balls slapping on your pussy are loud and obscene. You’re praying to god – you’re not even sure if he’ll listen to you for being such a whore – that Jin isn’t near the door or he’ll be able to sense that something strange is going on with the creaking of his desk and the slapping of the skin on skin.
“Hurry Yoongi,” you mumble tiredly, moaning when he’s building you towards another orgasm rapidly again. His hold on your mouth had slackened and you can see the sweat dripping down the side of his handsome face, the sharp V of his hips evident from where his dress pants hang open while he works his cock inside you.
And then your worst fears come to life when the door handle rattles.
“Huh? I didn’t lock it.” Jin’s voice is muffled but you can hear it clearly when he tries to open the handle again.
Yoongi looks nowhere near panicked while your face must look like you’ve seen a ghost when you plead with him through eyes to just finish already. Instead, smirks and continues to pound your cunt – but even harder that your eyes are rolling back and a moan is leaving your mouth in surprise.
“Y/n? Are you inside baby?”
“J-Just a minute, hon. I’m in the bathroom.” You’re hoping he’s buying your lie. Yoongi has pushed your leg on the desk, opening you up again as he slows down for a moment before speeding up again, jamming his cock inside your quivering and sensitive pussy over and over while you hold on for dear life – and hope that you don’t lose your boyfriend today.
“Ah okay. That’s alright babe. I’ll get a key from Yebin.” Your understanding boyfriend is walking away as you can tell from his steps probably to retrieve a key from his PA to come in. And finally, Yoongi’s pace has frantically increased while you push back to meet his cock halfway, moaning like a porn star because of the short window you two have gotten with Jin going to the reception desk.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” shamelessly moaning while you watch his hips push in to yours, “cum in my pussy daddy. Please give your slut your yummy cum.” You’re almost whining and finally, Yoongi is cursing under his breath and spilling inside your pussy while you simultaneously cum on his cock. Both of your fluids are dripping out of your pussy, making a mess on Jin’s desk as white has covered your swollen pussy.
Hastily, you pull your top back up while Yoongi zips himself quickly, running a hand through his hair all the while he inspects you. You don’t look at him. You don’t even acknowledge that he’s there. Because the shame has started to set in and instead, you just run to the bathroom that’s attached to Jin’s office – leaving Yoongi to his own devices. He could get out of this mess that he created himself.
When you do lock yourself inside the bathroom – the lights turn on automatically because of the motion sensors. And what you see is your swollen lips, lipstick smeared on your face, cum dried on your chest while your hardened nipples are poking through the tank top – with wet rings around them from Yoongi’s saliva and the cum. Your hair is a mess and most of all, you look like you’ve been gangbanged. You’ve just cheated on your boyfriend with your ex, in his office, on his desk, beside the picture of you and him on vacation. And you’d loved every second of it.
Your pussy is buzzing and hot when you bring a hand down to cup yourself through your soiled panties. And you’re horny all over again.
And what do you do? Spend the next ten minutes, rubbing your clit until you cum.
Too bad you’d forgotten that there were cameras in Jin’s Office.
a/n: if you still have bad feelings about this fic, say it to me respectfully and i will listen. otherwise, im being mean right back!!1!! jk im sensitive plz be nice.
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READER REQUEST
@nowayitzaarya asked “Can u do a fanfic with Bucky and Reader meeting at the Tower and they start to hate each other but gradually fall in love? And Bucky proceeds to ask reader to go on a motorcycle ride with him in the city with lots of lights?” So I’m going to do this in two (maybe three) parts because I think that’s how much my brain needs for this.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader | Word Count: 2,155| Warnings: Languages (it’s a given in my fics), fighting |
“Good, Y/N! Watch your left ribs, you’re leaving them open, drop your elbow,” Steve coached from the sidelines as you sparred with Bucky. Natasha circled the perimeter of the boxing ring with an eagle eyed gaze as you and Bucky traded blows; watching for any slip in your footing or guard. She’d make a small body signal that Steve would pick up on and he’d relay the coaching. Steve was better than Natasha at positive affirmation, so it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of them running training together.
You puffed out a breath of air to try and remove the lock of hair that had fallen in front of your face, but it was sticking to the sweat on your forehead. You could feel Bucky’s pale eyes studying you, raking your form and taking in every movement you made to try and find a gap in your defenses or a sense of if you were gearing to attack. You tried not to think about what image he was seeing when he looked at you, drenched in sweat and your skin red from exertion. You figured you probably looked like a drowning cat. Which was intensely frustrating because Bucky was barely sweating and his hair was still neatly tied in it’s knot. Swiping the back of your hand quickly over your forehead to rid yourself of the hair that was impairing your vision you took a cross step to the left in effort to move your weaker side away from Bucky. You furrowed your brow as he smirked knowingly at you and shifted his body weight from his left foot to his right.
Bucky pushed off the mat and lunged at you, vibranium arm pulled back ready to strike. You threw your arms up, crossing your forearms in front of your face and focused quickly on cramming all of your molecules together to make you as dense as his arm. When his vibranium fist came down at the middle of the cross of your arms a resounding sound of impact bounced of the walls of the gym. You could feel the strong vibration from the impact rock through you and you dropped to your knees as his flesh hand landed on your shoulder in effort to keep himself standing, his face shadowed in pain.
“Jesus,” Bucky moaned, pushing himself off of you and tenderly rolling his left shoulder. “Fuck, I could feel that in my teeth.” Bucky ran his tongue along his front teeth in effort to sooth the nerves in his gums that were upset by the transference of energy.
“Well, what the fuck were you thinking coming at my head with that thing?” You snap angrily, standing slowly on shaking knees. You shook your arms out, a burgundy bruise already blooming on your forearms.
“I was thinking you’d dodge out of the way,” Bucky snapped back jumping out of the boxing ring to saunter over to the bench and grab a bottle of water. Steve hopped up into the ring after casting a glare to his best friend and tenderly put his finger tips on your elbows to raise your forearms. Bucky winced as he saw the bruises expand and darken before them, you were always so agile the last thing he expected you to do was try to take the blow from his vibranium fist.
“You should have brought the density to match Barnes’ skull,” Natasha quipped, her elbows resting up on the ring and her chin in her hands. “That would have really done a number on him.”
“Ha ha, Natalia,” Bucky mocked back, grabbing a towel to pat the sweat off the back of his neck, using it as an excuse to look away from you.
Steve clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval. “Go ice up and get cleaned up. We have a mission briefing in two hours. Good work today, Y/L/N.”
“Thanks, Cap,” you wince as he brushes the pads of his thumbs over the darkening bruises. Hopping down from the ring, you stick your tongue out at Bucky and cross your eyes before running out of the gym. Bucky makes an immature face back, but it was half hearted. Now you probably really hated him, fuck.
Steve leaned against the ropes of the ring and glared down at Bucky. “Don’t you think that was a little excessive, jerk?” Steve asked, his Captain voice turned up.
Bucky rolled his eyes and flicked his towel under his arm. Of course he did. “I thought she would dodge! She’d been dodging everything I threw all afternoon.”
“You know, you’re supposed to stop letting girls know you like them by pulling their hair after grade school,” Natasha teased, walking around the ring and punching Bucky on the shoulder.
“Yeah? So what’s your excuse on always hitting me?” Bucky asked, ducking his head to hide his blush with his hair. He really wished Natasha wouldn’t be so vocal about her observations.
“I don’t like you, I think you’re an idiot.” With that Natasha took her leave from the gym, sarcastically saluting Steve with her departure.
Steve jumped down from the ropes and walked up to his friend, taking a bottle of water and cracking it open. “Listen, Buck, I don’t know if you’ve just got a bruised ego or whatever from back in Berlin or what is going on between the two of you but I need you to just be the bigger person. And I’m asking you to because I know you’re capable of doing it.”
“Says the guy who used to fight every Tom, Dick, and Harry back in the day no matter how out matched,” Bucky muttered taking a deep drink from his water bottle.
“When we were teenagers, Bucky. Don’t make me bench you,” Steve threatened, swinging his gear over his shoulder and walking out of the gym.
Bucky scoffed and followed after him. Like Steve would dare.
~*~
At the mission briefing, Bucky saved you a seat. He wanted to apologize for that final blow during training and make sure you were okay. He had truly thought you were going to dodge, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt any of his teammates - but especially not you. Bucky just got more and more suspicious as the meeting started and you didn’t show up and instead of anyone saying anything to stop the meeting a few of the team just glared at him. Then when the mission proved to be something in your wheelhouse and they assigned Sam and Parker instead of you his brows furrowed in confusion.
Since it was evident that his skills would not be necessary for the mission, he stood up without saying anything and walked out of the meeting. Steve’s eyes followed his friend out of the room, but said nothing to call him back. Just shook his head slightly before going back to the task at hand.
Bucky made the trek to the living quarters and strutted up on your door, knocking heavily a few times. He waited for a few minutes before knocking again, finally pressing his ear up against the door and hearing no movement inside he frowned and stepped back. “FRIDAY, where’s Y/N?” he asked the tower’s AI system.
“Agent Y/L/N is down in medical, Sergeant Barnes,” the Irish lilt of the AI answered back. If Bucky didn’t know any better he would swear she sounded accusatory.
Bucky swore to himself softly and thought back to training earlier, trying to picture the bruising on your forearms. Swearing again he made the journey down to the first floor gift shop that Tony had put in and purchased a small bouquet of red, white, and blue daisies. He got stuck taking pictures with a few fans before he was able to continue his journey to finding you.
Bucky walked up to the medical wing and was pointed to a room by one of Helen Cho’s assistants. The door was open so Bucky knocked on the frame and peeked his head in. You were still in your clothes from training as you sat on the side of the medical bed, Helen Cho was sitting on a stool between your legs as she fitted bracers on your forearms. You looked up at the knock and tensed, causing Helen to look back over her shoulder and frown.
“Ah, Sergeant Barnes. Good to see you come check in on the kids you beat up,” Helen said a little bitterly. Dr. Cho was always brutally honest, a quality Bucky usually admired in the woman, not so much now that it was directed at him.
“If you’re here to make fun of me for being weak, wanna wait like fifteen minutes?” You asked sounding exhausted, your words a little slurred. Bucky assumed Helen had given you some sort of oral painkiller.
“I, uh, I actually came to, uh,” Bucky stammered feeling the guilt at being the cause of your current predicament.
“Ohmigod, Barnes. What?” You barked, wincing as Helen tightened a velcro strap. She pushed backward on her wheeled stool, done strapping you into the hand to elbow length braces. You looked at your arms and pouted slightly, your head clouded from the vicodin that Dr. Cho had given you. You had almost forgotten Bucky was even there until he was suddenly sitting next to you. You startled and looked up at him with doe eyes as he held out the bouquet of coloured daisies.
“Sorry I broke you,” he muttered sheepishly and you took the daisies carefully. You brought them to your nose to smell them and immediately started crying uncontrollably.
Bucky jumped up and looked between you and Helen who was looking at him pointedly. “It’s the painkillers, but she’s your responsibility now, Barnes. She has hairline fractures up and down her forearms, no letting her lift anything heavy and only take the braces off for showers and sleeping for the next two weeks. And for the love of God don’t punch her in them again.” Helen turned and left the room, leaving Bucky to awkwardly pat you on the shoulder to try to calm you. The guilt chewing at the pit of his stomach as he looked at your braces.
“Hey. Hey, I’m sorry. Do you not like flowers or something?” Bucky asked, his voice half an octave higher in panic.
“They’re so pretty. They look like Steve,” you cried as you held them up as if showing him them for the first time.
Bucky chuckled, relaxing a little now that he knew you weren’t mad about them. “Hey, how about we get you to your room?”
“Can we watch a movie?” you ask as you take an over exaggerated hop off the hospital bed. Bucky carefully placed his hand at the small of your back so that he could guide you and make sure you didn’t stumble.
“Sure, doll, what do you want to watch?” Bucky asked leading you into the elevator.
“Doll? You only call girls you’re flirting with at the bar ‘doll’.” You accuse leaning into his side as the elevator moved. You were feeling wobbly and fuzzy and your mouth was dry.
Bucky frowned slightly as the elevator doors opened up to the common room. He didn’t know you watched him flirt with other girls when the team was out on their ‘team building activities’ as Tony called them. Clint and Wanda were already hanging out watching some weird reality show and playing a card game. Bucky set you down on the couch where you immediately hooked your fingers into his belt loops and tried to pull him down next to you, only to hiss in pain. Bucky winced and sat down next to you, raising an eyebrow at Clint and Wanda as you immediately burrowed under his arm and nestled into his side, resting your head on his chest.
You opened your eyes suddenly to look at Clint and Wanda who were sitting across from each other playing cards on the coffee table. “Guys, Bucky got me Steve flowers!”
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Feelings be Known
-Judy- So, I’m texting you with good faith that you will not abuse my number
-Dumb Fox- :) u shall be known from here on out as CARROTS <<<}=
- <<<}= - …………you’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you.
-Dumb Fox- (\_/)
(o.o)
(___), ………thats u…….. cuz ure a bunny……..
- <<<}= -………….so much regret………
={>>> <<<}=
“Ok, tell me about it one more time!”
Judy pulled the last of her things from her locker, hiding her smile behind the door of it. Zipping up her back pack, she exaggerated a sigh as she slammed it closed. A chubby, red fox was beaming excitedly at her from the other side. His blue eyes sparkled as his paws clutched a cupcake container, ears perked to hear about her latest visit to Zootopia.
“Gid,” Judy giggled. “I’ve already told you about it, like, six times!” Her eyes went to the container in his paws. “I’d think you’d be tired of me talking by now.”
The pair started walking towards their next class, the fox’s eyes cast upwards as he sighed longingly.
“Your brother is livin’ my dream,” he groaned. “And he’s lettin’ me spend a weekend followin’ him! I practically drove my ma and granddaddy crazy this week, I was bakin’ so much.”
“Hence the cupcakes?” Judy gave the container a pointed glance and small smile. Jack always passed on some tips to Gideon when he was in town and the young fox hero worshipped him.
At her comment, he grinned and popped the lid open. The treats weren’t the prettiest looking -Gid was still a work in progress- but the smell alone made Judy drool.
Jack has some serious competition, she thought as her friend’s paw selected one for her.
“This one I made specifically for you, Judes.” He proudly present her treat with a wide grin. “Carrot cupcake with salted caramel frosting. See this little thing?” A claw pointed to a small orange disk tuck into the frosting. “I made candied carrots!”
With a bright smile, Judy accepted her treat and took a huge bite as they walked. She groaned with delight at the flavor, her friend straightening himself up with pride.
“You are going to love working with my brother, Gid.” Another large bite was taken as she glanced down at the container again. “Not to be greedy, but is that all you made?”
“Naw, I’ve been handin’ ‘em out.” The fox stopped in front of Mr. Oats, the janitor, offering a treat to him. The old goat beamed and thanked him before the two continued. “I gave a batch to the teachers for their lounge, gave a few to some other friends-”
“Wait!” Gid stopped walking to look over at the doe in surprise. Her purple eyes were on one of the cupcakes left in the container. “Is that coconut?”
A knowing smile crossed her face as she looked up at Gideon. The fox dropped his gaze and stammered, his ears and tail falling.
“…Y-yes…”
“You’re allergic to coconut,” she hinted with a grin. “And you always said you wouldn’t work with it.”
“Wouldn’t work with what?” Both turned to the new voice that came up beside Judy.
A black sheep, only slightly taller than the doe with a white pastry box in her hooves, looked between the two.
“N-nothin’,” said Gideon, shooting Judy a warning glare. The rabbit giggled and decided she was better off shoving the rest of her cupcake in her mouth.
“Gid, thank you for the cupcakes!” The ewe lifted the box and beamed at the todd. “Coconut is my absolute favorite and these are the best I’ve ever had.”
Judy snorted through her mouthful, causing both of her friends to stare at her. Gideon glared while the ewe just looked worried.
“N-no worries, Sharla,” he said as the bunny still laughed and choked on her dessert.
“Well, thanks again! I gotta go clean out my locker now.” Sharla cheerfully started skipping away, then turned back to them with a grin. “Can you believe it’s the last day of school already?”
Judy was finally able to get herself under control as they watched her friend disappear around a corner. Gid let out a sigh as Judy smiled and shook her head.
“Can’t say I didn’t see that coming.” She looked up at her friend who was still staring dreamily in the direction where Sharla had vanished. “How long now?”
“Since the third grade.”
“Is that why you always stole her markers when she was trying to make her science project?” The fox nodded glumly. Judy patted his elbow. “You know she has a crush on you too, right?” She had never seen someone’s head snap up so quickly. His blue eyes widened as they landed back on her.
With a smile, he opened his mouth to reply, only to be stopped by a brown and cream buck. The new rabbit grabbed them both by the elbows and casted a worried glance behind him, guiding them down the hallway at a faster pace.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he muttered as they were guided into the doorway of a classroom. Quentin, one of Judy’s litter mates, pushed them against the door and peered around the corner back into the hall.
“Who are we hidin’ from?” asked Gideon.
The buck shushed him and waved his paws to dismiss the question. After a time, he sighed with relief and gave a shaky laugh.
“I called George a bucked tooth fuck face,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “And now he and his cronies are out for blood.”
Judy groaned and buried her face in her paws as Gideon laughed, almost spilling the box of treats in his paws. Quentin gave a sheepish grin and shrugged at their reactions before giving the hall another cautious glance. “Why would you call him that?” asked Judy, slightly exasperated.
“Because he is one! Strutting around, acting like he’s Serendipity’s gift to does. And I figured, since he likes you, Judy, that he wouldn’t start anything if I’m hanging around.” Her brother slowly crept out of the doorway, motioning them to follow.
“He’s wasting his time,” she replied, rolling her eyes. At that moment, her phone chimed.
And her ears went red when she opened the Snapcat to Nick’s face, with a wide exaggerated grin, and the banner “TWO MORE DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL!”. Before she could stop herself, she hit ‘respond’ and snapped a selfie.
‘THIS IS MY LAST DAY! HAHAHA!’
-Dumb Fox- …ouch, carrots. very ouch
<<<}= - Hey, Slick? What has two thumbs and starts summer vacation two days before you? THIS DOE!
-Dumb Fox- What has 2 thumbs and owes me ice cream 4 a week? U DO!! ;)
She laughed at that only to look up at the sound of clearing throats. Gid and Quentin grinned at her before they shook their heads and started back down the hallway.
“What?” She regarded them with wide eyed confusion as the two males exchanged looks.
“It’s just heart-warming to see you with a crush!” cooed her brother. “Always dreamed this day would come! Always thought it would be another bunny but, eh! What can you do? At least it’s not George.” With a sudden gasp, he turned and gave her a hopeful smile. “Can I be the one to tell him you have a boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a crush and I don’t have a boyfriend!” She cried out in frustration. Gideon laughed and called over his shoulder.
“Like you don’t enjoy lookin’ into those big brown eyes of his!” That caused Judy to rush after the two of them.
“Ha! His eyes are green!” she said in triumph.
The buck and fox both dissolved into laughter. “You just proved our point!” Her brother was still laughing as he waved good bye to them and ducked into his class.
“Oh, please!” Judy scoffed. “Nick is a huge jerk who thinks he knows everything and won’t stop talking about ice cream.”
Gideon nodded as he considered her words. Without saying anything, a large paw reached out towards her phone. She surrendered it with quirked eyebrows and watched as he flicked through what she figured were her messages and Snaps. Smile still intact as the phone was placed back in her paws, the fox gave a final, firm nod at her.
“He has a crush on you, too.” And with that, Gideon pulled open their classroom door and smirked back at her before vanishing through it.
Judy looked down at her phone as it beeped again.
- <<<}= Regular Carrot. <}= little carrot! <<<<<<<}= BIG CARROT!
(\_/)
(o.o)
(___), and u, Carrots!
“Huh.” With a wrinkled brow, Judy tucked her phone away and went to class.
He is kinda cute, she thought. But, I don’t really like him… that much…
={>>> <<<}=
For the sake of honesty, Nick had been sending out text rabbits to everyone in his phone, though Judy and Skye were the major recipients. Skye more so. He made sure that every opportunity he got, a rabbit was built and sent to his big sister, approximately one every forty-five minutes or so.
Finnick had threatened to bite his face off after the second, a threat Nick knew he would follow through with. David threatened to send his friend explicit pictures of himself, resulting in Nick sending him a link outlining the laws regarding child pornography. And proceeded to send him four bunnies in a row.
Now, with his day winding down, Nick leaned against his closed locker, waiting for Finnick. Two rabbits were sent to the rabbit that held his attention while he waited. His skateboard propped next to him and his backpack at his feet, Nick scrolled through her Snapcat stories, resisting the urge to screenshot the bunny’s latest post.
The other fox grinning next to her in it made his irritation rise, but her happy purple eyes were too irresistible to ignore. After back clicking, he selected another picture, this one of her wearing a cop hat and aviators. ‘Soon to be Officer Hopps’, the banner said. Nick’s smile widened at that.
He gave a startled yelp when the phone was tugged from his paws.
“Yowza!” came the grating voice of Nick’s least favorite mammal.
Daniel Woods, a woodchuck Nick had the displeasure of being in the Ranger Scouts with, held the phone out of reach as the fox lunged for it. Two wildebeest bulls stepped up to keep the fox from getting any closer. They both looked over their leader’s shoulder and gave looks of approval at the picture of the bunny.
“Give me my phone back, dickweed,” he growled angrily.
Daniel simply smirked at him before turning his attention back to the screen and started flicking through her story boards.
“Kiss your mother with that mouth, Wilde?” he asked, eyes still on the screen. “And my, my, my.” He turned the screen towards him, a picture of Judy wearing her running gear flashed in Nick’s direction. “Please don’t tell me you think you would have a chance with her. Female this hot needs a real male, fox.
“MMM-hmmm,” he tossed the phone back to him. “Yeah, I remember her. That’s the rabbit that wants to be a cop, right? I saw her at camp on Saturday. Sweet piece of tail, she is. Much too sweet for a fox.” He waggled his eyebrows as Nick glowered at him. “Can’t see her saying no when I ask her out.”
Nick felt himself growl as the trio walked away, Daniel laughing as the twins followed him. His thumb hit the unlock button and his gaze found the picture again. She really was adorable.
My bunny is too smart to fall for you, Daniel, he thought with a frown. His eyebrows raised as a messaged popped up.
- <<<}= - (\_/)
\(^o^)/
(____),
And this is a happy bunny free from her LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!! Enjoy your next two days, Slick ;).
-Dumb Fox- Yeah, yeah, rub it in cottontail!
“Nicky!” The sudden shout almost caused the todd to drop his phone as his ears splayed back in alarm. A tall, slender mountain lioness rushed up to him, flyer in her paws and grin on her muzzle. Bouncing on the balls of her feet as she came to a stop in front of him, Nick repressed a groan.
“Hey, Tabitha,” he said with a forced smile while he craned his neck to look up at her.
“Oh my gods, Nicky.” She shoved a flyer into his paws. “I’m am throwing the BEST party this Friday! There’s going to be games, there’s going to be food, music, dancing! My parents are going to be there, but they said they would stay out of the way! Please, please, please, PLEASE! Tell me you’re going to be there!”
Her bright amber eyes gleamed as the fox gave a slight sigh of defeat and nodded to her. The resulting squeal had him flattening his ears as passersby winced at the high-pitched noise. With a happy hop, Tabitha clapped her paws together and started to walk away.
“Oh,” she added with a backwards glance. “Natasha is going to be there, too! I know she would love some one on one time with you!” With a final wink, she moved on to her next target.
“Who wants one on one time with you?” came the surprisingly deep voice of Finnick.
“Natasha,” he replied with a roll of his eyes. He went back to his phone to send another bunny to Skye. Finnick laughed as the red fox picked up his board and backpack. “Seriously, you’d think physically turning and heading in the opposite direction would be enough.”
“Must be tough for you,” agreed the fennec sardonically. “You going to Tab’s party, right?” Nick shrugged as they left the cool building and threw their boards to the ground. “So, practice on her.”
“What?” came the taller todd’s startled reply.
“You know.�� Finnick shrugged as he pushed off with a kick of his hindpaw, his friend right behind him. “Natasha has the hots for you and she’s the hottest vixen in school. You haven’t even kissed anyone yet, so why not try it out with her? That way, there’s no serious pressure when you get that chance to kiss the bu… one you really want…”
Nick rolled his eyes at him, catching what the other fox had stopped himself from saying.
“Sounds like you want me to lead the poor vixen on,” he speculated, as he pumped his leg to maneuvered the board to an unsuspecting stone bench. “It also sounds really evil and heartless.”
Finnick whistled lowly as Nick ollied and pulled the grind off flawlessly.
“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t let a good opportunity to slip through your paws.”
Emerald green eyes rolled again. The idea of someone he felt nothing for, other than basic annoyance, taking his first kiss made his stomach turn. The two foxes skating side by side in silence helped his resolve. The fennec steered his board down a side street, motioning Nick to follow.
They had only just entered the surprisingly quiet area when he spotted what Finnick had dragged him here for. Both todds hopped off their boards, pushing them into the grass as they walked open mouthed towards their target.
It was a new addition to the outer decor of the Zootopia Museum of Modern Art. The lioness was posed seductively, her body upright, with one paw stretched to the sky and the other behind her head, which was angled down. Her shapely form was bare, her legs angled to hide her loins and chest hosting the barest hints of breasts. A perfect tail was wrapped around her form, the tip resting on her belly.
“Wow,” said Nick, as he accepted the can of spray paint from his friend. “They were really asking for it, weren’t they?”
“Yup,” was the amused response.
“Hallelujah,” he muttered, pulling the cap off. His phone went off as he got ready to change the muted grey of the statue’s tail to a hot pink.
-<<<}= - /\/\
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=V= It’s a fox!!! -
-Dumb Fox- That’s the dumbest fox I ever saw…
-<<<}=- I don’t think it looks that much like you… ;)
Nick chuckled to himself before pocketing his phone to shake the can of spray paint. Still smiling, he looked up at the statue and Finnick, having climbed to the top of it, and paused. His friend had fitted a mane on her head and a pair of star sunglasses to the bridge of her nose. A bikini top would follow, with bottoms tossed up to her raised paw.
It was something he and Finnick had done before, the results making them laugh for days afterwards. But Skye’s words echoed back at him. He hadn’t gone a single weekend without getting into trouble. Always being collected from the precinct or coming home with black eyes; his mother and sister passing by graffitied walls, wondering if it was because of him.
“Yo, Nick!”
His head snapped up to where Finnick was, his small paws gripping the neck of statue before beginning his descent down it.
“What’s the matter, fox?” The fennec’s paws landed lightly on the cement base, his big brown eyes peering over at his motionless friend. “That shit won’t spray itself.”
Any reply was cutoff at the sudden sound of a police siren right behind him. Officer Bogo, his brows furrowed in frustration, met the red todd’s gaze when he glanced over his shoulder. Paws gripping the paint, Nick grabbed his board and took off, Finnick close behind him.
“Hey, Finn?” he called over his shoulder, his voice slightly panicked. “Ever think that maybe we should give this whole thing a rest?”
Finn laughed as he threw his own down and jumped on.
“And miss all this cardio!” Two small paws were thrown in the air as he shot a grin to the cape buffalo who decided to not pursue them. “Never, fox! Never!”
Finicky cackled uproariously, his board zigzagging away. A short wave was given before he skated in the direction of his own home, leaving Nick to frown after him.
He spared a glance at the can still in his paw. Bringing his focus back to the sidewalk, he pumped his hind leg to gain speed. Green eyes caught sight of a trash bin coming up. Without a second thought, the todd aimed and tossed the can, grinning as it landed neatly inside it.
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Brook Fangmeyer looked down at the invitation in her paw. After Tabitha had bounced off, she had been sorely tempted to ball it up and throw it away. But she liked the cheerful lioness and knew it would mean a lot to her if she showed up. The fact that David Wolford had been seen grinning down at his own played no part in her decision to go.
Well, no large part.
Tabby was a friend and Judy would be around Friday. It would be good for the bunny to expand her Zootopian friend circle. With a final nod to herself, Brook’s mind was made up. She would go to the party and drag Judy along with her. Her phone pulled from her pocket, a quick message was typed out to her friend as she rounded the corner.
Unfortunate timing caused her to look up and instantly duck back into the hall she’d just left, the text she had been typing forgotten in her haste.
Peeking around her hiding spot, the tigress’ eyes widened at the sight of Dave leaning against his locker, a pretty white she-wolf beaming up at him. Brook watched as they giggled together and leaned close to exchange what she was sure was flirty banter.
C’mon, Brook, she thought to herself. You knew he was never really serious about liking you. He’s a fan of all females with a pulse.
But it didn’t keep the tears from stinging her eyes as she rushed back the way she’d come.
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Skye stood over the register, smiling as she handed change over to the wolverine sipping her coffee, before turning to the crew working beside her. Sandra was clearing tables, Bobby restocking the coffee station, and Jon was fixing the dessert display.
Her eyes went to the order window, smile ready for the striped buck who seemed to know when she was looking at him. Without fail, they always locked gazes for several heartbeats before looking away with bashful grins as a blush swept over their faces.
But today, there was no Jack. Skye herself had bullied him out the door early that morning, talking over his concerns and reasoning away his misgivings about leaving the cafe.
“I don’t know, Skye,” he muttered, worrying his bottom lip as she shooed him to the door. “What if we get a massive order in? What if Jon gets confused and needs help? What if-“
“Judy is left waiting for her big brother, who promised to pick her up, and he never shows?” Skye smiled at her boss. “Jack, don’t worry, ok? This is why you hired me! I can run this place in my sleep. Have faith!” She gave him a wry smile when he still looked uncertain. “You do have faith in me, don’t you?”
At that, the buck’s ears shot up and he spun around to face her.
“Of course I do! You’re incredible! It’s ju-“
“Just that this is your first time leaving the cafe for longer than a few hours.” His bag was placed in his paws as she herded him outside to the pick-up truck he rented. “I promise I’ll call you if any of us have questions. Now, go get our bunny!”
She smiled at the memory of his slightly downcast smile and wave before hopping in the truck and driving away. Now, the normally cheerful cafe felt… barren without him. Without his muttering, without his ears shooting up to catch bits of conversation, without the slightly earthy scent that her nose could pick out from all the others, including the coffee.
Feeling despondent, she gave her head a shake and turned back to the cafe. Just in time for Sandra to come hurrying up to the coffee bar, a newspaper clutched in her paw.
“Hey, boss,” she gasped out, slightly wild eyed. Thrusting the paper towards her, the doe gave it a meaningful look. “You’re gonna want to read this.”
Blue eyes scanned over the article in her paw, her jaw dropping, before she gave a quick glance to the watch on her wrist.
“I’ll call him tonight,” she decided aloud, looking up at the workers reading over her shoulder. “He’s going to want to hear this.”
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Judy strolled the halls of Bunnyburrow Junior High for the last time, smiling as Gideon chattered on and on about his upcoming visit to Zootopia. Quentin was silently walking beside them, though it was mostly due to the leftover cupcakes the fox had surrendered. The rabbit buck happily munched away, nodding in acknowledgment of what was being said.
The doe, however, was too preoccupied to really pay either male any mind. With a distant smile, she fidgeted with her phone, unconsciously waiting for a text from another red fox. It wasn’t until her brother’s paw shot out to grip her arm that she was thrusted back into reality.
“Maple alert,” he muttered through a mouthful of cake. “Sorry, Gid.”
The todd’s ears flattened at the sight of the snow-white rabbit doe standing in front of the school. Already surrounded by their other brothers and sisters, her grey eyes were set upon the front doors expectantly. Her dislike for foxes was well known throughout the small town.
Her eyes landed on the trio exiting the building, her expression one of shock and distaste upon seeing Gideon. He gave a small sigh before he turned to the two rabbits beside him.
“I’ll text y’all later,” he said before walking away from them, giving their eldest sister an equally distrustful look.
“Bye, Gideon,” they muttered back as Maple approached. She scowled after the todd, taking both siblings by their paws and yanking them further away from his retreating form.
“I thought I told you guys to stay away from him!” She hissed through clenched teeth.
Judy tugged her paw free and Quentin’s ears drooped.
“He’s my best friend. I’m not going to just drop him because you tell me to,” she declared, storming towards her other siblings who were waiting for them. “Excuse me for having the ability to look beyond species, Maple.”
Maple released Quentin when they reached the others, many eyes and ears tuned to their sisters’ argument. Judy shook her head at her before stomping off.
“He’s a fox! Judy,” her sister scowled after. “You of all mammals know how vicious foxes can be! Remember what he did to your cheek? You still have the scars! It’s only a matter of time before he does something worse. All foxes should be rounded up and herded away from good society!”
Mouth falling open, Judy spun to glare at her big sister. She vividly remembered Jack’s reaction to Skye every time she entered the room. How his face would light up and his body vibrate with excitement at her proximity. Though she chose to reason away the butterflies she felt when Nick tucked his phone number into her paw.
“That’s an incredibly heartless thing to say. And as far as Gideon goes, we were five!” she argued. “And I scared him and stepped on his tail. He didn’t mean to scratch me and he’s more than made up for it since then. You don’t even know him, May!”
A chorus of ‘yeahs’ echoed around her as some of her younger siblings tailed behind their Judy. There were seven of them, ages five to nine. They were the ones to hang around her the longest before she left for Zootopia and the first to greet her when she came back. They followed her as ducklings would follow their mother, each wearing plastic sheriff stars pinned to their shirts.
And they all gave little gasps, as did the larger group surrounding Maple, when a speeding truck drove past them. One of the rabbits in the bed of it slapped the roof frantically, the driver pulling off to the side a few yards in front of the Hopps family. Judy groaned quietly to herself as the buck jumped from his seat to the sidewalk.
With a cocky strut, he gave a lopsided grin to the doe.
“Judy, Judy, Judy,” George purred, stopping in front of her. “You get prettier every time I see you.”
She could practically hear Maple’s beam at the cheesy pick up line, though Quentin’s gag was more audible. George’s eyes flicked over to him and narrowed, missing Judy’s eyeroll.
“So, here’s what I’m thinking, Judy,” he continued, “You and me, Friday night. We go to the movies, grab a bite to eat, then hit the arcade. Pick you up at five?”
He grinned at her, one that didn’t have time to fall as she side stepped him. “No, thank you,” came her flippant response. Her entourage filed after her, each one repeating “no, thank you” as they passed the stunned buck.
Judy didn’t even bother glancing back at George, though she could hear Maple and a few of her other siblings apologize for her behavior.
Quentin gave the rejected buck a smug look that dropped when those dark brown eyes narrowed on him again. He rushed after his sister and her followers, glancing back long enough to stick his tongue out at him.
“Judy!” Cried Maple. “Do you realize what you did?”
“Yup,” she responded as she continued on her way. They passed the parked pickup, ignoring the jeers and calls from George’s brothers waiting for him. Maple pushed herself next to Judy and stared down at her.
“So, you don’t care that a respectable, good looking buck asked you out and you rejected him like he was… was…”
“Was threatening to beat up my brother and makes a point to flirt with every doe he sees?” Judy waved a dismissing paw. “No thank you!”
“No thank you!” agreed her entourage.
The younger doe smiled to herself as Maple huffed as her phone buzzed in her paw. She fought to keep her smile from growing when she saw it was from Nick.
-Dumb Fox- dont b jelly, carrots ;), followed by a picture of the largest slice of pizza she had ever seen. The doe rolled her eyes and tucked her phone away.
“Besides,” she continued as she they rounded the bend towards the Hopps farm, “I’m going to be in Zootopia this Friday with…”
Her purple eyes widened further as she spotted an unfamiliar truck in the driveway. With a look at the Savanna District licenses plate, Judy gave an excited squeal and took off, her followers cheering and laughing alongside her.
“Jack!” they chorused.
Judy darted across the front yard, up the porch steps, through the front door, and into the kitchen.
“Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack!” she chanted, grinning at the sight of her big brother in the kitchen, along with a dozen or so other siblings.
Jack grinned back at her, pushing away from the dinner he was helping his mother make, and rushed forward to scoop her into a firm hug. Their younger siblings who had followed crowded around his legs, each trying to get a hug in while shrieking their excitement. Setting Judy down, he knelt to give them all a tight embrace.
“Looks like your fan club grew, Bun Bun!” he laughed. Straightening up and returning to his task, Judy came to peer around his shoulder.
“Ravioli?” she questioned. “Awfully fancy for a group of country folk.”
Jack grinned as he spooned a dollop of seasoned squash and cashew ricotta into an evenly spaced row on the raw pasta.
“It’s a special occasion,” he reasoned. “How often am I home? And when I leave I’m taking you with me!” He winked at his little sister, before refocusing on his dish. “Only right we do it up proper! Right, Mama?”
Bonnie Hopps had come in from her herb garden, passing some of her bounty off to another son to use in the sauce, before she smiled back at him.
“Sure!” she agreed. “Let’s go with that!”
Taking another spoon and sampling Jack’s filling, she gave a slight groan and a nod of approval. Her eyes flicked over his messy apron, tattered t-shirt, and worn jeans.
“Sweetheart?” He glanced up and smiled in acknowledgment. “What are you wearing for dinner tonight?”
Smile dropping, blue eyes filled with confusion. “This…?”
Bonnie shook her head. “No, no, no! Absolutely not. I picked out a nice outfit and laid it on your bed in your old room! After this, wash up and change.”
And with that, their mother kissed his cheek, hugged Judy and went about her rounds in the kitchen, Judy’s entourage following in her wake. Jack gave a perplexed glance at her retreating form before turning back to Judy.
“Should I be worried?”
Judy took her own sample and nodded, smiling at the sweet and nutty taste of the ravioli filling.
“Fancy meal, no doubt better clothes, and I saw her pull the nice table cloth out last night. The one she uses for special occasions.” She shrugged, hefted her backpack a bit further up her shoulders. “Brace yourself.”
Jack sighed and finished up the ravioli, passing it on to another sibling to cook. A ding from his phone pulled both their attentions.
“Another order?” Jack muttered to himself, glancing at the screen. “That’s the fourth one in the last hour…”
“That’s good though, right?” His little sister looked up at him and quirked her ears at him as he nodded.
“Yeah, it’s just weird,” he commented with a shrug then went to walk the kitchen, triple checking that everything was on track. “Trials of popularity and all that.”
Judy laughed before heading in the direction of her room. Spotting a bowl of fresh picked blueberries waiting on the counter top, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of them.
- <<<}= - Don’t be jelly, Slick ;)
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Three hours later, Jack was smoothing his paws over the sweater vest his mother had picked out for him. Dark grey, paired with matching slacks and a navy blue button down, the buck repressed a groan when he caught his reflection in the hallway mirror.
“At least she didn’t make me wear a suit,” he muttered, turning to the side to judge his temporary new look. “I look like the kit that gets his lunch money stolen in middle school…”
“You really do,” came the cheerful voice of his litter mate, Tom. With a wide grin, the dark-brown furred buck threw his arm around his sibling and ruffled the fur between his ears.
Laughing, Jack pushed him away but didn’t bother to fix himself.
“You are the luckiest buck in Bunnyburrow, by the way,” exclaimed Tom, steering his brother towards the kitchen. “Wait till you see who’s coming to dinner.”
Tom hurried away, smoothing the fur between his ears as he went, leaving Jack groaning internally. Crossing through the kitchen doorway, his mother looked up from handing off dishes to her various kits. Bonnie gave an appraising look to her son before nodding in satisfaction.
“Perfect!” She smiled happily as she made her way to him, smoothing out the collar of his shirt before patting his cheek. “Blue really is your color, sweetie.”
The sound of the screen door opening, Stu coming through the door with a wine bottle in his paws. He paused at the sight of his wayward son, chuckling as he eyed what he wore.
“Chess club meeting here tonight?” he asked with a grin. Jack stuck his tongue out at his dad before accepting a large bowl of salad to put on the table. And scowled at his next words, whispered to his wife when he thought Jack was far enough. “And you’re sure she’s coming over?”
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Every high school has that one mammal everyone wanted to date, be, or be around. Whether it was looks, popularity, or material possessions, that mammal (or mammals) tend to leave their peers panting after them. And many were left with lingering longing when thought of, even years after everyone parted ways.
For Jack’s peers, it was Emma Longrass.
She was the epitome of what a bunny doe should be. Slender and graceful, golden brown fur and hazel eyes, active in the community, cheerleader and prom queen, and had been crowned Carrot Queen three years running at the annual Carrot Days festival. Jack’s fellow bucks had been in fierce competition for her affections.
Jack himself had entertained the thought of asking her out. Until the striped buck watched her toy with two of his best friends, pitting them against each other only to start dating someone from another school. So, seeing her walk through his parent’s back door was a bit of a shock.
Still just as gorgeous as he remembered, dressed to kill, she fixed him with a hungry look that made him wish he had brought Skye. His parents might have thrown a fit, but the vixen was a more welcomed sight. It took everything he had not to curl his lip in disgust when Emma approached him. Attention turned back to the dressing he was finishing, an exasperated groan withheld when she leaned against the counter next to him.
“Why, hello there,” came the familiar sultry voice.
“Emma,” he greeted, eyes still locked on his creation.
“I forgot how dashing you look, Jack,” she purred as her eyes trailed over him. “Zootopia has been good to you.”
She closed the distance between them, pressing herself to his side. Jack’s ears shot up as he leaned away. Emma simply smirked and raised a dainty paw to trace his ear alluringly.
“I can’t see myself not enjoying any part of this evening,” she whispered in a husky voice. She batted her eyes and pulled away as Maple and his mother entered to bring the last of the meal to the table. “I’ll save you a seat.”
With a wink, she took the dressing from him and greeted the does enthusiastically. Unease pooled in his stomach as he followed them to the dinner table. A quick glance over at Judy, seated further down, and he saw her own face twisted in dislike at the sight of Emma. Jack shook his head in despair at her, earning a giggle from his sister, before she pretended to gag. He snorted, causing the new doe to raise her brows at him as she took her seat beside the buck.
Jack had never wanted to tear his fur out more. And he had a sloth as his introduction to psychology professor in college. Sitting next to her gave him ample opportunity to figure out how to drown out her ceaseless chatter. A male could only hear about how she was the queen of Bunnyburrow and vice president of her sorority so many times.
Tom and his single brothers listened intently to the gorgeous doe, hanging on to her every word. They even laughed under their breath when she mockingly called Judy cute for wanting to be a cop. His little sister’s glare was dismissed and softened with Jack’s own, directed at Emma.
He couldn’t help but compare her to Skye. How the vixen turned to whomever was in the room to ask how they were. The way she listened to absorb what they said, not just to respond. How soft and lush her fur was compared to the doe next to him and how her tail seemed to always seek his ankles for a light brush.
And the fact that she, like Jack himself, encouraged his Judy to go after her dreams.
A muffled jingle reached his ears, temporarily halting the dinner conversation. Not even attempting to apologize, he reached into his pocket for his phone and smiled at the number.
“So sorry,” he said as he stood from his seat. “Business call! I’ll be right back.”
Bonnie sent him a stern look that he pointedly ignored and grabbed his wine glass. Racing to the patio, he leaned against the door and inhaled the late spring air before accepting the call. “Words will never be enough to convey my gratitude for your timing.”
On the other end, Skye grinned at the sound of his voice. Standing at her living room window, she surveyed her view. Part of her mind summoned the image of the handsome buck, he and his scent a phantom to all her senses.
“Having that great a time, are we?” She laughed at his scoff, before turning to grab the newspaper from her dining room table. “I actually wanted to read a little story to you. So, grab a seat and get comfortable.”
Bemused, Jack walked to the swinging bench and settled down, taking a long pull from his wine glass.
“All right!” he confirmed. “I’m ready to be entertained.” He smiled at the sound of the vixen clearing her throat.
“‘Sweet satisfaction can be found in Downtown Zootopia, within the Savanna District’s own historic Brownstone Grass Street. The charming, renovated duplex is home to one of the many gems our fair city hides away for rainy days and this food critic was lucky enough to have stumbled upon it.’”
Slack jawed, the buck sat and listened to his fox read the latest review of the Perk. Everything was given a glowing critique, from the decor to the traditional drip coffee. And when the mention of personalized orders was brought up, the flood of them he received made a lot more sense.
“Jack,” breathed Skye. “What I have in my paws is a rave review, found in the Zootopian Times and written by FRU FRU BIG!”
The buck had taken a drink from his wine, only to spray it out at the mention of the popular columnist. Fru Fru Big was the final say in Zootopia when it came to food, fashion, and culture. Brands that were mentioned, places that were visited, and meals that were consumed by the shrew could be made or broken at the moment of publication.
“Holy shit…” Jack numbly blinked, absorbing the surprising news. A thought flirted through his head. “Hold on Skye.”
Pulling the phone from his ear, he opened his email and scrolled through.
Pausing at one, he drew in a deep breath as he read through the preview.
Raising the phone once more, he took a few breaths to calm himself down.
“She scheduled a cake tasting with me…” Skye gasped on the other end.
“Oh my, Karma…” She gave a small squeal that had him holding his phone at arm’s length from his ear. “Jack! This is so exciting!”
“And it’s all thanks to you,” he said with a grin. He chuckled at her huff.
“Hardly! I haven’t even been here a week yet. So, really, it’s all thanks to your hard work and perseverance.” Silence followed her statement, both mammals breathing softly into their phones, smiling to themselves at the sounds of their breath. “Miss me yet?”
Jack closed his eyes and smiled bigger at the twinge of hope in her voice. “Would you judge me if I said yes?”
Skye laughed at that. “My heart would be too broken to feel judgement if you said no.”
“In that case…” The vixen held her breath at his pause. “Yes, I do.” She grinned and moved back to stand at her living room window, the lights of the city dimmed by the reflection of a beaming fox. “I’ll be back in the afternoon. Hopefully sooner.”
“Can’t wait,” she whispered, her heart pounding. Another easy silence followed.
“Good night, Skye,” the rabbit breathed.
“Good night, Jack.” She started to pulled her phone away before a sudden thought occurred to her. “And Jack? I miss you, too.”
She hung up before he could respond. Sitting on the porch swing, with light from the kitchen window pouring over him, he lowered the phone to his lap. Her picture still showed on the screen, a candid shot he had taken when they were closing together earlier in the week.
His heart gave a pleasant flutter as he studied it and mulled over the article he had been read. The opening and closing of the kitchen door was an unwelcome greeting to reality. Blue eyes met purple as Judy came to a stop in front of him.
“She’s still talking. I have no idea what she’s saying,” she sighed. “It’s all one big blah, blah, blah.”
“So, really it’s just BLAH?” He laughed, pulling a silly face at her.
“More or less,” she tapped her foot impatiently. “So, I’m here to drag you back in before I rip her ears off and stuff them down her throat.”
Her brother stood and wrapped an arm around her as they walked back to the dinner table. With a reassuring squeeze to Judy’s shoulder, Jack took his place once more with murmured apologies.
“Jack,” his mother called, “Emma was just telling us she works at a marketing firm in Zootopia. What was the name of it again, sweetheart?”
“Paddington Marketing,” she replied smugly. Turning to him, she quirked her eyebrows as he tried to put his attention back on her and away from fluffy, snow white fur and blue eyes. “You know, there are a lot of opportunities for advertising your cafe, Jack. My firm can help unlock it’s potential. And, because it’s me, I can get a huge discount for you on our services.”
That got Jack’s attention. Paddington Marketing was obscenely expensive, but one of the best in the business. His jaw dropped at her offer, not registering the smile she had had turned sultry.
“We can get together this weekend and talk business. Maybe over dinner?” She batted her pretty hazel eyes at him and his brothers (and a few of his sisters), both married and single gave a slight groan. Judy and Quentin giggled at the sharp whacks the married ones were given by their partners.
“I’m swamped with orders, actually,” Jack’s voice was surprisingly apologetic.
“But my store manager, Skye, is whom you’re going to want to meet with.”
He grinned at her disappointed pout. “And I think you’ll like her.”
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Vivian Wilde had had a long day. A really, really long day. She had spent the last three days working double shifts, ensuring she had Greg’s graduation day off. While things at the hospital weren’t crazy, the constant motion wore on her by the end of her third day.
Happy to be home, with her oldest son at work and her youngest in his room, she felt a rare sense of contentment as she folded the last of her laundry. The feeling came and went these days, sticking around just a bit longer as she became more comfortable with her own company.
She gave an absent smile as she reached towards the last shirt, recognizing it as Greg’s. After deftly folding it, it was placed at the top of the stack. The pile was dropped onto her bed before she crossed the hall to her eldest son’s room, the top drawer tugged open to put it away.
Only to find an open box of condoms. Withholding a sigh, the shirt was put away and the box was removed for examination.
“At least he’s using protection.” They were placed back where she found them, a slight tinge of guilt blooming at invading her son’s privacy. “They just grow up so fast.”
She blinked back tears before pulling out her phone. A quick message was sent to the son in question before she headed towards Nick’s room. He sat hunched over his desk, the lively music of the video game he played filling the space. Vivian smiled at him and cleared her throat. Nick started, looking guilty as he angled his face to hers.
“I’m getting hungry,” she said with a grin. “What do think about, oh I don’t know? Bugga Burger?”
“Bugga Burger?” His green eyes widened in surprise. Vivian never let them have fast food if she could help it. “What’s the catch?”
With a shrug and sly smile, she gave him a wink before replying. “Being seen out in public with your mother.”
“Done.” Nick and Vivian shook paws as he grabbed his hoody and followed her out the door.
The pair walked the short distance to the restaurant, Vivian telling her son all the gross medical stories she had, which he loved. He asked questions about the sex-ed class he was going to take while she tried to once again, wheedle information out of him about his crush.
What sort of vixen could have gotten his attention? She asked herself.
She reached for the door of Bugga Burger, looking down to smile at her son, only to see his attention was caught elsewhere. A young tigress she recognized as Brooklynn Fangmeyer was seated on an outside table, her face angled away. She was talking animatedly to a bunny on the screen of her phone.
“Please, please, please Judy!” she was whining. “I will owe you, like, all the favors if you go to this party with me.”
Vivian glanced at Nick and felt flummoxed. His face was alight with hope as he perked his ears to the conversation they were eavesdropping on. She took in how his tail was raised slightly, his fur on end as he seemed to wait for the response. Hiding a smile she waited patiently, now curious to know the answer herself.
“Fine, I’ll go!” came the distant response. Vivian raised her eyebrows as Nick fist pumped. “Only because I love you.”
“And because Nick Wilde is going to be there,” came the smart reply from Brook. Her son gasped, eyes going wide when the bunny began to stutter her response.
Biting her lip to keep from laughing, she put her paw on her son’s shoulder, surprising him. He looked up and gulped, but all she did was smirk and jerk her head towards the restaurant lobby. Letting the door close behind them, her eyes sought out Greg’s, her smile growing at his happy wave.
Taking their place in line, she wrapped her tail around Nick and cleared her throat again.
“So,” she began. “Judy, is it?” Nick’s ears grew darker as he lowered his gaze and nodded. “A bunny?” The young todd seemed to shrink in on himself. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
She laughed at his groan as they stepped up to the counter, Greg already typing in his brother’s usual. He grinned at the two of them when the manager came over to comp the meal with a friendly smile and nod.
“Nothing but the best for you, Mama,” said Greg with a wink. Vivian grinned back and put her arm around Nick.
At least he’s using protection, she thought, contentment growing as they took their seats to enjoy their meal. Nick tore into his eagerly. And at least he’ll share if he needs to.
Yup, this is going to be a lot of fun.
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It’s been three years since Baz left the sleepy Isle of Mage to attend university in London, and he hasn’t regretted a thing--except maybe leaving Simon behind. Convinced he’ll never be forgiven, Baz refuses to even visit until a frantic phone call from his stepmother sends him running home. Once there, Baz is forced to confront his past, question the future, and maybe, just maybe, get that second chance he’s always desired.
genre(s): angst+fluff+smut (in later chapters)
chapter length: 1743 words
triggers/warnings: none for this chapter
author’s note: a giant thank you to @amandaisnotwriting & @rainbowbaz for the beta/britpicking! full acknowledgments will be posted with the last chapter
(@arituzz i meant to get this chapter out on your birthday and i didn’t but it’s still dedicated to you 💜💜 happy belated bday!!)
I’m still here.
I’m still in Watford, still on the island, and I tell myself it’s because Daphne is anxious and scared, and won’t leave my father’s side. I tell myself it’s so Andrea can have a holiday alone with her girlfriend without me third-wheeling. I tell myself it's because my siblings miss me.
(I tell myself and I tell myself and I tell myself, like if I do it enough, I might actually be telling the truth.)
On the subject of Daphne, I’d nearly given her a heart attack of her own when I came down for breakfast my second day back with bruises under my eyes and swelling around my nose. She wouldn’t stop stealing glances at me as I ate my eggs, but didn’t ask any questions. (Not that I would have told her anything. As far as my parents knew, Simon and I were secondary school rivals who could barely stand to be in the same room together.) (I never bothered to correct them when those circumstances changed.)
One week—and many cold compresses from Vera—later, the swelling is gone, but the bruising still remains. I scrunch up my face at my reflection in the mirror, hissing as I remember why I shouldn't do that. Fuck Simon.
I’d just wanted to push him a bit, see if he would yell. In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. Simon’s never fought with his words, and me egging him on could have only ended one way. I just wish it hadn’t involved my nose.
I haven’t shown Andrea yet. I’m afraid she’ll think it’s the reason I’ve cancelled on our holiday. Maybe I should, actually. Then I won’t have to admit the real (much worse) reason. Except she’d just cover up the bruises and drag me to the beach anyway—one of the downsides of being friends with a makeup artist; you can never get out of social gatherings because of your appearance. (That doesn’t mean I don’t try.) (It never works.)
After determining my reflection a lost cause, I leave the bathroom, bumping into Daphne in the hallway.
“Oh, Baz,” she says once she notices it’s me, “I was just looking for you. Can you take the twins to football club again today?”
I nod, because of course I will. I can’t say I intended to spend my hols as a nanny, but I’m finding that I don’t mind all that much. It gives me something to do. (It gives me excuses.)
Normally Daphne would be the one taking them places, but my father’s heart attack had shaken her more than I’d initially realised. According to Vera, she’d been out shopping for most of the day when it happened—apparently she and my father had a row—and she’d returned just in time to see him being loaded onto an ambulance.
She’s been glued to his side since he came home.
As if on cue, Cecily and Roseline—my six year old half-sisters—come tumbling out of their room. They’re followed closely by Winston, Daphne’s black and tan corgi, who makes a beeline for me almost immediately. I brace myself for an assault on my ankles, but before he can get to me Daphne’s scooping him up, admonishing him in sickening baby talk while he licks at her face.
“Why is that dog so obsessed with me?”
“He just wants to be your friend,” she replies, and I frown—I don’t like dogs, and I especially don’t like Winston. (This has done nothing to dissuade his love for me.)
“I don’t want to be his friend.”
Daphne just shakes her head and laughs—like she always does when I voice my opinion on her dog—and looks past me at the twins. “Are you two ready to go?”
They nod.
“Do you have your bags ready?”
Wide-eyed, they run off—presumably in the direction of the bags, and I grab the keys, rolling my eyes at Daphne as she tries to get Winston to give me a kiss goodbye.
***
We’re barely out of the garage when Cecily lunges forward and shoves a CD in my face. “Play this.”
“No,” I say flatly as I bat it away, “no, we are not listening to One Direction. And put on your seatbelt.”
“But you said no yesterday. And the day before,” she whines.
“And I’m saying it again: no.”
“I’ll tell Mum you’re being mean.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’ll scream.”
“I’d rather listen to that. Seatbelt. Now.”
“You’re in trouble,” Roseline sing-songs; Cecily drops the CD and swats at her.
“Cece! Leave her alone,” I snap.
Roseline looks smug, and Cecily sulks and kicks my seat. “I want my music.”
“Put your seatbelt on.”
She does. “Can I have my music now?”
“No.”
She continues to kick my seat for the duration of the trip, sticking her tongue out whenever I glance in the rearview mirror.
It’s a long drive.
***
As soon as we arrive, the twins jump out of the car and run to the pitch, screaming and jumping around once they reach their friends. I go to say hello to Coach Minos; only it’s not Coach Minos standing next to the watercooler. It’s Simon.
“What are you doing here?”
He jumps, and the ball he’d been bouncing on his knees falls to the ground. “Hey, Baz.”
“What are you doing here?” I repeat. “Where’s Coach Minos?”
Simon shrugs. “Dunno. He just asked me to fill in, so I am.”
“But you’re terrible at football.”
“I still know how to play,” he says defensively, “I can still help. And I’m not that terrible.”
I scoff. “I think we played enough together for me to be a fair judge.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I’m remembering how those games usually ended—with tackles and kisses and me accusing him of cheating. (Judging by the look on Simon’s face, so is he.)
“I, um, I have to go now. The kids need me. I’ll be…” he points in the direction of the pitch, “there.”
“Right. And I’ll be…” I gesture to the stands where the other parents are sat, “there.”
Simon nods and jogs off. I force myself not to watch his retreating figure (or the way his back muscles flex under his shirt) and find a place to sit down, away from everyone. I spend the next hour pretending to be engrossed with my phone, and trying not to stare at Simon.
(I don’t succeed.)
***
After that, Simon is everywhere.
At the pharmacy when I’m picking up Mordelia’s allergy medication. At the bakery where he swipes two of my scones. Still filling in for Coach Minos at the twins’ football club. Running on the beach where I’m playing with Alfie. Stopping his run to build a sandcastle with Alfie. Knocking over said sandcastle with Alfie and immediately earning himself a best friend for life. (Which isn’t that impressive, considering Alfie’s three and loves everyone.)
I’m lying on the floor in my room when my phone buzzes in my jacket pocket, alerting me to a new message from Andrea, my flatmate back in London. (I suppose you could call her my best friend—she does—but that’s such a juvenile term that I avoid it whenever possible.) (Which is always.)
hows the isle of exbfs
Don’t call it that.
Boring.
masochist
just come home if its that terrible
I didn’t say it was terrible.
I almost pocket my phone then, mostly because I don’t want to deal with her questions right now, and a little bit because I’m afraid I’ll spill everything.
Andrea’s shockingly good at getting me to confess things.
I saw Simon today.
(Sometimes without even trying.)
!!!
is that good??
My fingers hover over the screen as I contemplate my answer. I don’t know
are u going to see him again??
I’m not.
wht not???
*why
Because it’s not like that. I didn’t mean to see him.
but u wanted to
u wanted to see him
right??
It’s not like that. We’re not like that.
but u want to be
I don’t want to talk about it.
Her next message is just a picture, one of those inspirational quotes that she’s so fond of. It reads: Everything you want is on the other side of fear. The paper is grey and the frame is black, stark against the white wall. It’s very aesthetic, very Andrea, and very much not what I want to think about right now. I scowl as I type my response.
I’m not scared.
She responds with a gif of a laughing duck. alright luv
And it’s not what you think. I don’t want Simon.
who mentioned wanting simon ths isnt about wanting simon
Andrea.
i didnt bring up wanting simon u brought up wanting
god baz stop talking about wanting simon all the time
its embarrassing ur better than thsi
grosd
*gross
baz
baz
basil
dont be scared basil
basilton
bazzybazzybazzy
i know ur reading these
philippa says i need to leave you alone now
oh she just took her top off what a clever distraction
The messages stop after that (thank you Philippa), and I set my phone back on my stomach. The floor isn’t the most comfortable place to lie down, but I can’t bring myself to get on the bed. It’s bad enough that I have to sleep there, in the ancient four-poster, with its dark red canopy, and gargoyles. (An excessive amount of gargoyles, really.)
I’m weighing up the pros and cons of sleeping on the floor when I feel a new message coming through. I snort and pick it up to tease Andrea about finishing too quickly—except it’s not from her.
I didn’t even know Simon still had my number, if I’m honest, and my heart is pounding in my ears as I read his words.
If I answer this, if I say yes, then we’ll cross the line from casual-friends-who-bump-into-each-other-sometimes to Friends Who Text, and there’ll be no going back—not without the potential for fallout. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I even want to do. My hands are shaking so badly that I can feel my phone beginning to slip from my grasp.
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
I take a deep breath, curse Andrea for jinxing me, and reply.
chapter three
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don’t mind me, i’ve decided to start keeping a physical log of my experiences in life just to get them down and have a place to record the beautiful events transpiring. i doubt anyone will read these but me, but if you are reading this, sorry to drop you in the middle of my life lol. should have started at a more focused point. BUT ITS ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL AND JUST FOR ME ANYWAY
ill be totally writing a recap of everything since the moment we met and probably before, a chronicle of my life so i can go back because my memory suuuucks and i don’t want to lose a moment of this.
(BAE, Before Anyone Else. It’s very special to usss and i’m the first/only person my hunny has ever called that. i used to use it ironically but now only use it for my Bae. c: )
OKAY. 08/18/18...heh (oops forgot to post when i finished writing it. lol)
My love has a day off today; so I was excited to spend my day with him, but also aware of the fact I wouldn’t get a lot of what I had to finish completed. I design logos, t-shirts and tattoos, have a few projects on the go that I need to work on. But he is more important in my opinion.
awoke really early to the annoying Luna (black tabby who belongs to my roommate) EATING PEACHY’S FOOD. (also roomates orange tabby, but not really his bc her previous abusive owner abandoned her and he complained about having her... So we kind of bonded. she used to be a super anxious kitty until attaching to my Bae and I.)
First time I got up and shooed her away, but that woke Bae up. and when I heard her back at it I whipped a wooden spoon at her from the bed, so that he was not disturbed. Gave up after that and drifted back to sleep because hunny flung his arm & leg over me, so I was trapped as heck and loving every second of it (tho my face was kinda buried so I couldn’t breathe lmaoooo)
When he woke up, we were both in funny sassy moods, I showered while he played guitar and drank his coffee, as I was waiting to go get one at Tim’s. We got chicken wraps because I was so hungry I literally couldn’t decide what to get, I wanted everything, so he chose for us loool. ♥ cutie. He managed to make a giant sploosh with his coffee all over one of the tie dye shirts I made him for his birthday, by squeezing the coffee too tight (He is clumsy yet capable of longboarding fullspeed holding a pizza and an open coffee.... lmao.. how does that work? :P) and he had a funny looking shirt for the day but it’s okay because he is adorable no matter what. There was also victims of his spill all over the floor and table, for losing a tiny bit of coffee it was an impressive blood bath.
I had an iced coffee obviously because it was hot outside, he’ll get a hot coffee even in like 32C degree weather, because he’s satan like that looool.
On the way to the bus stop I was concerned that there was a strange vibe and we both confirmed our desire for an authentic, respectful, loving adventurous life together, and my worry quickly faded. He put his arm around me and we vaped and drank our coffee, our bus came pretty instantly and we were off. Our friend wrote a very insightful and inspiring story about mediation and consciousness, but I had a few things I didn’t agree with/wanted to add onto, so I am in the process of writing out my review on it as he’d like to publish it.
Stop 1. Bae’s cellphone company store so he could re-activate his phone. He has such an old plan that it doesn’t exist anymore, but gives him a way better deal than what is offered currently, and it was grandfathered in on a loyalty plan so they can’t change it, but they can make it difficult to renew every month. lol. so he has to go in and call someone at the store to manually enter the plan specifications so he can activate. they put him on hold for ten minutes and we decided to just leave and stay on hold adventuring until we were answered. ANOTHER WHILE PASSES and they go off-hold, only to be like lol i’ll call u back in 20 minutes this is gonna be a process.... oh,. lmao. ok so.
Stop 2. The vape shoppp. Somehow Bae knew exactly where to go with no map from wherever we were, when I literally had no idea where we were until we rounded the corner and were basically there. HOW?! I’ve been there so many times and yet get lost so damn easily. I am directionally challenged af, but getting a lot better with it esp. in this city. lol. We didn’t need juice, but went to go see kev as he had given me an IOU and half off the juice on my mum’s death day, and I had forgotten my debit card!!!! >:( he was nice to me tho because apparently i always brighten their day with my vibezzzz and we are becoming closer friends and trust each otherr. very grateful. ALSO THAT DAY (aug 16) i went the wrong way from the shop, because i was disassociating all day, and when i finally found my way to a bus stop, took it the WRONG DIRECTION and ended up somewhere in the city i’ve never been, and because my bus pass was also not with me and i paid like 1.75(all i had) of the 3.75 fare, and asked him to give me a transfer because i needed to go the opposite direction, he tried to say i was scamming him or something NO BITCH I NEED TO GO HOME AND HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE DAY AND JUST WANT TO GET ON THE FRICKEN BUS HOME. I growled that it was my mom’s deathaversary and i am not from here because i moved a few months ago, and he was like “ok i’ll give u a break this once..” like wtf! ugh
it was a strange day but i made it. ANYWAY. back to today. We had some fun talks with kev about RDA’s, and a new mod box but they only rly carry kits which we didn’t want for Bae. So we paid the IOU and went on our way.
En route to next stop, we saw the Shaw sign and walked along this BEAUTIFUL RIVER that I remember dearly from me and Bae’s first week/visit together in person (we met and fell in love online).... I was squealey and so excited, wanted to leap into the river but realized that it was totally nasty so decided to enjoy the walk instead, lol. We saw a cute duck folding its neck to put its head on its body. LMAO. Bae was like quackquackquacckkkkk. Quack attack. XD I mentioned that I really love this area and inquired if the MAGICAL SPIRAL STAIRCASE was near here; because I also remember running valiantly up that with intensity during our first week. He laughed and was like “Ya. we’re near it. It’s almost like I planned out this walk ;) “ HEHEHEHEHEHEHEE
So we got to the staircase and as I went to leap up it as fast as I could, he STEPS IN FRONT OF ME and starts walking super slow. hahahahahaha. wtf. obvi trying to make me run up the broader edge as i adore running rly rly fast up the narrow loop of the spiral staircase, so i did and pretended i was an airplane, usually its a dragon but this time i was like nyoooom. lol.
so when we got to the top i was giggling my butt off and mentioned the plane thing, and hunny was like “or you know, an eagle riding an upcurrent” and i was like OMG MORE ACCURATE! he’s brilliant tho even for silly things like that. ♥
we walked thru south-asian fest to go to city hall for a bus pass, and when i saw Asian (I don’t know anything about geography ever) i was like OMG SUSHI BAE?!?!?!!?!?!?! and he was like hehe , no love, SOUTH asian fest. i looked around and was like oh, no sushi. :( but still cool music and culture! noted that this is some people’s whole adventure, and we are passing thru but still it’s only a tiny fragment of our adventure!
Stop 3: Took a quick stop to grab me a new bus pass only to find out it’s a government building and closed on the weekends. lmao. SMOOTH. but it’s fine because we actually saw these really cool sculptures inside of dragon-scale and tentacle-like patterns, aztec rock-like patterns, and one kinda plain one that had a cute dog on top. Kind of like square-ish uneven poles. very cool! ALSO
in one of the accessable rooms, there was a huge art exhibit that, at first glance, looked like a toddler went nuts with toy cars, cardboard, lego, paint and other childlike items, but upon close inspection we realized it was very in-depth metaphorical, substantial political and environmental statements. We laughed more, stayed longer, and took more pictures than I expected we would when first walking into that room.
Slyly sighed and giggled at each other as we watched other people walk into the room only to quickly circle the exhibit and leave, without actually investigating or considering the significance of the creations.
(MY COTTON IS BURNING AND I CHANGED IT LIKE 2 DAYS AGO...random)
i had to pee and saw the cutest little black girls observing themselves in the mirror with their beauuutiful dresses on, as they were attending a wedding happening in the area, and i complimented them on their outfits. The older of the two said thank you shyly, and when her younger (I presume sister) asked for clarification, not able to speak fluent english yet, the older girl explained in her language, and the little one beamed a smile and said “thank you!” WARMED MY DAMN HEART.
Bae & I went on our way to the next stop, while waiting for a stoplight to change, I looked over at some random building, gasped in awe, and whipped out my phone to take a picture, saying “I may be a resident of this city but i will always act like a tourist”. This man crossing the street conjunct to us saw my wonder at such a small event, smiled ear to ear, and looked back at the building I mentioned even though he has obviously lived here a long time. When I turned around, I saw a Beautiful Monument that had one word in English, “Dignity”, and one in French, “Egilate”. I said to Bae that I assume “Egilate” was French for dignity, but the same man who saw me and smiled about my passion turned around and said “it means Equality :) “ I was very thankful for his knowledge and obviously instilled some passion back in his heart with my excitement at the world around me. As my hunny always says, “stop and smell the roses.”
and we saw some beautiful apartments and i photographed the numbers so we could find out prices, as we intend to move into our own roommate-free place ASAP. Living with this guy isn’t exactly private or nest-like, or inducing of healing/aligning. We are working hard on that to be safe and in a place we can work on our dreams together. Including a loft, a place with nice balconies, and we saw an older place that was dingy at first glance but no, actually had MARBLE OUTSIDE WALLS. wow. musta been top notch back in the day.
Stop 3: we went to the weed dispensary to get some pot for hunny, because although i miss toking intensely i can’t anymore but he’s still a proud stoner and i looooooove him for it. he ended up getting a quarter of 2 different indicas’ northern lights and grape god flower, as well as blue dream crumble for 25% off. grabbed a coil for his dab attachment for his vape as well which was on suprise 420 sale. it was like 4:28 and apparently after 4:20 every day something random goes on sale; no customer or employee knows what it is; its just a suprise if anyone gets it completely. and it happened to be the exact item my hunny needed to get. coincidence? ;)
we went to timmies a few times downtown, i cant exactly remember the order of when or why, but the first time, hunny bought me an iced coffee and a large icey water because i was desperately thirsty and needed liquid. the second time i grabbed him a coffee and myself another iced water cause i am apparently always thirsty. lmao. looked for torches for his dab rig so he can enjoy, we decided to go to canadian tire(but realized later on the bus that it was closed, thankfully before our stop for home, so we just went str8 home.)
we went to freedom again and bae got his service back bc apparently the guy on the phone fixed it and never called backkk....... lol.
My Bae decided to take me to a bong shop, for “apparently no reason” Just to mess around and have fun....lol..... we got there and there were beautiful glass cabinets filled with showcased, amazing, meticulous handmade pieces. Pendants, pipes, bongs, all of it so beautiful. He grabbed a one-hitter that glows under UV Light, slime design, and we went on our way after good chats with the very passionate shopworker.
We went to find a place for Bae to smoke some weed, and ran into a cute community garden with honeybees and carpenter bees stuffing their faces in flowers. As well as a group of finches playing and wiggling their butts in the dust. Very adorable, we took a video and then hunny chased them away haha.
Cool mural that appeared quite old, some hilarious facial expressions that I snagged close-ups of. When we got home, I made him a piece of the lasagna I cooked for his birthday, and made myself a cream-based pasta with onion because I was lasagna-d out. (it was like a 10 lb beast of a lasagna)
I wanted to grab a few beers while I hung out, so hunny gave me 5 bucks to make sure I had enough for two. When I went out I realized I forgot my vape and surely it was safe at home, so dealt with not vaping on the trip. On my bus ride home, the ding for stop request appeared normal as I sat in the very back by the speakers, but out of nowhere it made the LOUDEST Most terrifying screech noise and I jumped/winced. Everyone looked at me and laughed a little in solidarity, I moved a few seats because sure enough it happened again, thank gosh I wasn’t right by it that time.
When I got home, my vape wasn’t anywhere that I thought it was. I freaked a little and started crying, didn’t even wanna hit Bae’s vape because it wasn’t my baby; this is when I realized how attached I was. He beelined to a spot under my clothes and found it in like .5 seconds, how, I have no idea. I was sooo grateful for his radiance and helpfulness as always. ♥
IT WAS A GREAT DAY.
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Millennials Versus Baby Boomers: Their Night and Day Differences
Every generation has their own ideology about the world. And when it comes to Millennials versus Baby boomers, it’s the opposite ends of the spectrum.
My mother is visiting, and she is considering moving across the country to live near me. We went out looking for housing options. I am about ready to pull my ever-loving hair out. On the other side, I have a Millennial son living in the cottage of my house. It is like dealing with two different species, the Millennials versus Baby boomers, where do I start?
Being smack dab in the middle of the two, a Gen X’er, what I realize is that we are all a product of parenting, community, media, and other outside forces. That is why each generation has such a different ideology and outlook than the previous one. As a parent, I know it is your job to undo all those things that you didn’t like about the way that you were parented, and it separates the generations.
The baby boomers lived in tough times. Their parents survived World War II, the roaring fifties, and the tumultuous sixties. Bra burning liberals, pot smoking, and flower children when coming of age, they also remember a time when they didn’t have much on the dinner table, they were having “duck and hide” drills for the atom bomb at school, and they had the notion that you simply didn’t waste ANYTHING pounded into their skulls. [Read: 10 self-reflective questions to help stay true to yourself]
The major differences of Millennials versus Baby boomers
The Millennials were a backlash from what the Xer’s hated about our upbringing. Most of us felt like we were born into the world to clean, do yard work, and be ignored. So, the minute we had our own children, we doted over them, told them how awesome they were, and never made them lift a finger. Our bad.
Privacy concerns or lack thereof
#1 Baby boomers are very suspicious. The Baby boomer generation thinks that everyone is out to get them, their money… their everything. They guard their social security number like it is an extension of themselves. Someone always tries to cheat them, lie to them, or sway them without their knowledge.
Perhaps after decades of politicians, they learned to distrust what they heard. Their biggest hang-up is privacy. Their “privacy” is about the most important thing they value. [Read: Baby boomers vs. us and relationships]
#2 Millennials don’t have a single care about privacy. No problem posting every aspect of their lives, whereabouts, or their everything online, the Millennial generation would give just about anyone who asked personal information about themselves.
They think privacy is overrated and take a Laissez Faire attitude toward everything. Almost as if you can’t hold back a tide, they don’t think privacy is an ideal and would gladly give it up if it benefited them in some way. [Read: The 13 ways you can detox to wean yourself off social media]
A penny saved is not a penny earned for both
#3 Baby boomers believe in saving to the point of living poor. All about what you have accumulated and what is in the bank, they check their investments, freak out at the slightest loss, and contributed half of their earnings to their 401k. Most of them retired with enough in the bank to make it to a ripe old age because they were penny-wise and frugal *another word for cheap*.
#4 Millennials believe in a little something called YOLO. Never dealing with cash, they think money is disposable and should be spent as soon as it is earned. Since they have very few aspirations to “make it someday,” they aren’t all about brand names and wealth.
They are about having fun, f*cking off, and making it paycheck to paycheck. No dreams of a white picket fence, money in the bank, and retirement. They just want to watch their Instagram page and post to social media 24/7. It isn’t their problem if they don’t have money when they retire, someone else will pick up their tab. Much like they view everything else, it isn’t their concern if it doesn’t bother them. [Read: 15 ways to live life to the fullest]
Cultural opposites
#5 Baby boomers believe in conservative values. All these images floating around the internet, social media, and no morality, is the bane of their existence. They are more concerned about proper English and think that the future generation is succumbing to idiocy and will no longer be able to communicate because they shorten words like “you” to “u.”
They get hung up on following rules and procedures and don’t see the big picture, just the small things around them that need to be tended to.
#6 Millennials have an attitude that everyone is equal. Things like gender, race, creed, and money are all confines they believe are perpetrated to keep people down. They don’t believe in rules and think that laws are just there to create a divide and unfairly to keep those most impoverished down.
There is no such thing as being too promiscuous, putting yourself too out there, or modesty. Never having any boundaries growing up, they would like to keep it that way in their adult lives. [Read: Why Millennials are choosing puppies over babies]
Their perspective on responsibility for our nation
#7 Baby boomers see a problem they get busy fixing it. They were the first generation to rebel against what they thought was injustice like women’s inequality and racial inequities. They not only have causes they fight for, they actually fight hard for them.
They were the true last generation to put their lives on the line to fight for things like freedom and justice. They went to war, served their country proudly, and put in what it took to make America great.
#8 Millennials have all sorts of “causes.” But they will be damned if they do much more than either tweet about them or follow them. If it involves anything past a like or “sharing” on social media, it isn’t worth the effort. They think that the military is nothing more than a being bunch of bullies invading foreign lands and have the ideology that everything can be solved with just a little talk and sensitivity.
They aren’t going to be the ones putting their lives on any line for anything. That would require some real commitment and responsibility for the future. Those are two things that are counterintuitive to their generation. [Read: Weird trends millenials have to explain to their kids]
Their attitudes about the “American dream”
#9 Baby boomers were comprised of millions of immigrants who came to America and jumped through hoops to do it. Once granted legal entry, they worked very hard to get somewhere in life. They rolled up their sleeves, became a part of the community, and took any job they could get to build a life for themselves and their families. They are the backbone of why America is such a rich nation.
Never taking for granted the blessings they were given when they were welcomed in by the Statue of Liberty itself, they scraped, scrimped, and earned their place in society, their first house, and are proud to call themselves Americans. [Read: Why is everyone so easily offended nowadays?]
#10 Millennials don’t have the same fondness for America. Most Millennials take a dollar if you give them a penny, know how to work either their parents or the government system, and believe in make it rich schemes. Who wants to spend all that time working for what they have? What a waste when it is free.
Each generation knocks the one before. It is just a pecking order. The good news is that each also brings in the new to shake up the system and challenge what people “know” to be true. The Baby boomers were brought up during hard times and learned that if they didn’t do things, they didn’t get done. The Millennials grew up learning that if they didn’t do things, someone else would do them.
[Read: Millennials: The give it to me now generation]
No generation is perfect, we need to stop comparing Millennials versus the Baby boomers. Hell, I belong to the one that was never going to amount to anything. But, I have lots of successful cohorts. I have faith with enough time, the Millennials will do the same.
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