#you know what else is good? Eight cups of coffee
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@messessentialist told me her friend called to rant about spotting an “upsettingly beautiful boy in a tj maxx” and i vomited 1200 words about it, enjoy
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fic idea: chrissy and eddie work together at tj maxx. one afternoon a guy comes in who’s so hot that it kinda just pisses eddie off? bc like, who does this gorgeous asshole think he is??? coming in here and popping his hip at eddie’s counter, like, does he even know how uncomfortable it is to start chubbin’ up in skinny jeans?? that shit chafes!
so eddie gets all flustered and responds by getting an attitude with the guy because he has zero chill (and also because the dude’s iced coffee is sweating a ring all over eddie’s counter, and so help him if his manager gets on his ass one more time about keeping his station tidy—)
“did you need help finding anything else today?” eddie sneers. “coasters, perhaps?”
upsettingly hot guy looks confused for a second before he follows eddie’s pointed glance at the plastic starbucks cup leaving a cold puddle on the laminate, and then he sneers right back; adjusts the ray bans nestled in his perfect honey brown hair and looks eddie up and down — long, slow, one eyebrow lifting in subtle elitist disapproval.
“what?” he snorts, “hot topic wasn’t hiring?”
oh, fuck you very much!
so eddie’s all ‘nemesis acquired’ and holds the biggest grudge of all time. makes a sworn enemy and a boogeyman out of the guy, turns him into urban legend, starts blaming the Upsettingly Beautiful Man for every little thing that goes wrong in his life — at work, at home, at band practice; no place is safe from the dreaded UBM.
“he’s not a fucking cryptid!” gareth snaps one day at rehearsal, chucking a drumstick at eddie’s head. “just track him down and bone already so you can shut the hell up!”
“wouldn’t he just talk about him more after they have sex?” jeff wonders, to which gareth narrows his eyes and raises his second drumstick as a threat.
meanwhile, eddie’s cute coworker chrissy (who he’s become surprisingly good friends with, to the point of referring to her as his work wife) gets a girlfriend. robin’s sooooo pretty, and soooo nice, and sooooo tall, eddie, did you know how tall she is?
yes, chrissy, he’s supremely aware of a stranger’s five-foot-eight-and-a-half stature now, thank you.
“you have to meet her!” chrissy gushes, bouncing up onto her toes.
eddie hangs another shirt. “you have to chill.”
“hey!” she pouts, pixar princess cute. “you wouldn’t tell the sun to dull its shine, would you?”
“i mean, i would, but i doubt the giant ball of plasma cares what i want.”
“okay, whatever, eeyore.” she rolls her eyes but she physically can’t stop beaming even as she does it, and eddie finds himself melting under it — some sort of radiant area attack coming from the apples of this girl’s cheeks, he swears, because the next thing he knows he’s agreeing to go to rando new girlfriend’s housewarming party this weekend so he can meet her properly.
only he doesn’t get to meet her properly, because when he shows up to the party the two bedroom apartment is packed with people he’s never seen, and it’s loud as fuck in here and he’s sweating through his leather from the six flights of stairs he had to climb to reach the place, so he steps through a sliding door out to the balcony and lo and behold, if it isn’t Upsettingly Beautiful Man looking upsettingly beautiful — positively fucking divine, actually, the last wisps of fuchsia sunset catching the gold streaks in his hair and dotting the tip of his flawless nose. Seriously, does this dude have any flaws? A scar, a birthmark, an unsightly ingrown hair? Eddie can’t even see a single blackhead for fuck’s sake.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” the dude mutters, turning to look at him, and, “oh, my god, you again?”
“uh.”
“i’ve got a fucking coaster this time,” the guy says, lifting his solo cup and giving it a little shake to point out the cork round sitting underneath it, “so if that’s what you came out here to berate me for, then you’ll have to think of something else.”
“uh,” eddie says again, because he has no idea what brought this on but he’s pretty sure it has shit all to do with him, and pretty boy’s really working himself up now, arms moving in sharp gestures as he paces back and forth on the short balcony.
“not that it even matters if i didn’t have a coaster, because this is my house! i can do what i want with my own fucking stuff in my own fucking apartment, nance, i don’t— uh…”
pretty boy’s face blossoms rose petal red, a heavy blush creeping up his jawline as he catches himself mid rant and folds in on himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a sheepish expression.
eddie’s always had a thing for shepherding.
“i’m listening,” he says, popping a cigarette in his mouth and holding the pack out in offering. “if you care to vent.”
the guy — steve, eddie finds out — tells him all about his controlling ex-girlfriend as they work their way through two cigarettes each, the sun slipping away to reveal a full topaz moon, big and low and close, ripe citrus bending the branch of a tree. nance was a real piece of work by the sounds of it, and eddie feels like an absolute shit for the way he treated steve, who had apparently just gotten dumped the night before they met and had been out shopping for a “please take me back” present.
“like that was ever gonna work,” steve mumbles, ashing over the railing. “pathetic. anyway, sorry i was rude to you that day or whatever.”
“you weren’t.”
“nah, i was.” steve shifts his weight, knocks their shoulders together. “not that you didn’t deserve it.”
“yeahhhh,” eddie agrees, cringing at himself. “sorry.”
“all good. so what’s your story then, huh? who pissed in your cheerios that day?”
eddie blames the alcohol fumes wafting from steve’s cup — a justification that makes perfect sense and would totally hold up in a court of law — for what he says next.
“honestly? you.”
steve’s face is so cartoonishly offended that eddie busts out laughing, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.
“oh, so you’re just an asshole,” steve nods sagely. “first cute guy to flirt with me in six weeks is a lunatic. love that for me.”
“no, i—” eddie laughs, “okay, we’re coming back to how you think i’m cute, but i just meant, uh-”
oh, fuck it. eddie’s never been good at holding his cards close to the chest. more of a 52 pick up kinda guy, historically, and why change now?
“you were so gorgeous it, like, genuinely upset me for a second,” eddie admits, running his tongue over his lip. he stubs out his cigarette; turns to look right at steve. “like, uh, like cuteness aggression or some shit.”
steve mirrors his posture, leaning an elbow on the railing, nearly chest to chest. “so you are crazy,” he smiles.
“that’s correct.” eddie swallows.
steve moves in to close the gap. “good crazy?”
“fun crazy, so i’m told.”
“i’m gonna kiss you if that’s cool.”
“very”
the kiss tastes like ripe citrus
#steddie#steddie headcanons#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#buckingham#enemies to lovers
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FYI: I a m c o n s t a n t l y o n t h e v e r g e of c o l l a p s e
#This is a warning that I may die at any time. Kind of like Kenny but unfortunately my parents aren’t in a chuthulhu warshipping cult#so I won’t revive#Just kidding. I will revive. I always keep a totem of undying in my inventory.#school is killing me. said hi to the principal. he spit in my mouth then tackled me and stomped on my throat.😔he stole my lunch money too#Sorry for no art posts lately. Only two days in and school’s already kicking my ass. I could’ve art today but instead I baked a cake#the cake was for my brother he turned 26#his birthday was actually two days ago but I made him the cake today because yesterday our mom bought him a cake but it was really bad#I was gonna write “sorry mom got you a shitty cake :(“ on the cake I made but I ran out of time#it was really good though#you know what else is good? Eight cups of coffee#Bro did you really just read all these tags?💀#This isn’t a joke. I WILL die. I’m literally shaking right now and constantly. Every day the skeleton guy with the weird sword gets closer.#There so many jokes in the tags here that nobody will ever read#what a waste because I’m so funny#(not really :(#(I’m not funny) :(
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Give Me Shelter, For My Heart | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | One Shot? 3k
Things are missing around the Avengers' compound and a newly returned Bucky is acting weirder than normal...Steve and Sam go to investigate and discover more than they bargained for.
Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestion of Hydra violence/torture/experimentation, omegaverse themes including alpha & omega, suggestion of pregnancy/pups, wolf shifting Rated F for Fluff and G for good friends
Challenges & Prompts: @buckybarnesevents Alpha Bucky April with extra prompts - word count, nesting, purring, beta characters, (I'll let mods decide if this hits the breeding/baby fever prompt). And @fandom-free-bingo 'forehead kisses'
Graphic by me and Canva, dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes
“Hmm,” Steve looked around the supply room, surveying the gaps and empty shelves, normally well stocked with blankets and provisions. It was the third time this week he’d found himself at a loss, not just for words but his things too. Everything seemed to be going missing.
First it was a few plates and mugs from the galley kitchen by his office, then it’d been the lunch he’d left for him and Bucky in the fridge. Last night he’d gone into Bucky’s room to make sure he was okay and found the man sleeping on a bare mattress, all the sheets, pillows and blankets were gone and the newly revived Bucky refused to explain what had happened to them or even acknowledge that there was anything wrong at all. He hadn’t even addressed that fact that the window was wide open and it looked as if he was sleeping in his shoes.
Which brought Steve’s thoughts to the man himself. Bucky had been so odd since he’d returned. For a day or two, he’d been something like his old self, despite the awful situation they found themselves in, he’d joked with Steve and reminisced with the few memories he had. They’d enjoyed a beer together and he’d even met with Tony during their mediation and patched things up.
Then, they’d all climbed onto the jet and he’d become distant, pacing like a caged animal until they’d landed. As soon as the doors were open he’d vanished for forty-eight hours and sent the entire compound into mayhem before strolling back in as if nothing had happened, bruised and covered in blood. Judging by the bandages he sported later that day, his cuts and bruises spread under his shirt and trousers too.
Steve knew that he’d changed during his time with Hyrda, back in the 30s they’d both been betas, happy to plod along ignoring the madness of the few alpha’s in Brooklyn. It had been a rare thing then, to be an alpha, now they were considered a dying breed, so when Bruce’s tests had revealed that Bucky was an alpha now, they’d tried to take it in their stride that he might go off on his own sometimes, especially since omegas were even rarer. But there was still so much they didn’t know, so much to unpack and discover about the Bucky they’d rescued, and Steve was so desperate to spend time getting to know this new man that all the time apart was making him worry.
“You okay?” Sam asked from the doorway, leaning in to hand Steve a hot cup of coffee.
“Just doing a stock check.”
“He take something else?” Sam stepped into the small room, lined with shelves and shelves of tents, camping stoves, parachutes, it seemed to go on and on. The bare grey shelves where stock was missing was stark against the white washed walls.
“He?”
“Barnes,” Sam sipped his coffee, matter of fact, and Steve confronted the worry that had been plaguing him.
“It’s Bucky, isn’t it?” Steve dropped his head heavily and Sam patted him on the back, still sipping his drink.
“Sorry man, told you, he’s not right yet. He’s not hurting anyone though, if he hates his bedding, who cares, if he hates your lunches, who could blame him.”
Sam sidestepped Steve’s halfhearted swipe with a grin on his face.
“But what’s he doing with it, Sam? Where’s it all going?”
“Hell, I don’t know, have you asked him?” Sam raised his eyebrows.
Had Steve asked his best friend, who flinched at his touch and shied away from any conversations? Bucky who vanished for hours at a time and came back looking as if he’d been dragged through a hedge? No, he hadn’t. He’d been too scared to confront what might be going on, what latent part of his programming might be at play.
“Look, if you’re too scared to ask why don’t I?”
Now it was Steve’s turn to raise his eyebrow, it wasn’t that Sam and Bucky didn’t get along, they just didn’t get along yet. Steve was working on it.
“What if we…followed him?” He offered instead and Sam laughed again.
“Who knew Captain America was scared of his own friends,” he couldn’t contain the chuckles. “Fine, fine. Let’s keep an eye on him.” Sam turned to the ceiling, more comfortable with the AI than Steve was. “FRIDAY, if Sergeant Barnes leaves his room, please can you alert us - privately?”
“Of course,” the soft voice answered and Steve gave his friend a weak smile.
FRIDAY’S alert went off twice a day, every day, over the next week. But despite their best efforts neither Steve nor Sam managed to catch up with Bucky.
It wasn’t until the following Saturday that they managed to follow him. Bucky was supposed to be at a training session to get his official certifications but they’d both had a feeling he’d try and skip it. As predicted they’d spotted the blue of his new henley edging around the side of the compound, a full backpack strapped to his back.
Bucky ran across the grass and towards the thick forest. His still uncut hair was tied back but tendrils fell out as he sprinted into the wind.
He was surprisingly loud, as he strode quickly between the trees, snapping twigs and branches that Steve knew he could’ve dodge even before the serum and his training. Sam looked at him, both of their feet silent as they followed.
Bucky’s speed increased as he turned his face up into the breeze, his backpack jostled against the trees, bouncing when he began to run.
Steve kept up, sending Sam wide, into the breeze, in case Bucky doubled back.
Just as he was starting to feel lost in the repetition of trees and ferns, Bucky burst into a clearing and Steve slammed to a halt.
The pine trees gave way to a small patch of clear sky, shining down on an old shed. Unlike the other abandoned guard houses, this one had obviously been cleaned recently. The small porch was swept and a pair of Avengers camping chairs were arranged neatly facing into the forest. A line had been strung between the cabin and the trees where one of the missing blankets fluttered in the gentle wind.
Steve crouched down, motioning to Sam on the other side of the clearing to stay out of sight.
Bucky approached slowly, “Cățeluș, are you here?”
At first there was nothing and then a wolf nosed its way out from behind the door, it’s chestnut brown fur almost gold in the sunlight. It leaped forwards from the porch and shot across the clearing, leaping into Bucky’s arms.
Steve whipped his head up to try and find Sam and by the time his eyes found Bucky again the wolf was gone, replaced by a woman pulling on a large t-shirt from Bucky’s backpack.
“James!” Her sweet voice rang out in the otherwise quiet forest.
Swamped by Bucky’s familiar red henley, you shot from the door and into Bucky's waiting arms, the back pack dropped to the floor and forgotten.
She was swamped by Bucky’s red henley and he wrapped you in his arms, one large hand on the back of your head, tucking you into his neck. The other supported your legs, now wrapped around his waist.
In the clearing Bucky's shoulders relaxed as he sank into your embrace, kissing and nipping at your neck. In return you tipped your head, practically purring at the attention and wriggling in his arms.
“Have you been okay, baby.” Bucky asked, pulling away enough to look you over.
“I'm okay, I missed you though, James, please don't leave me again.” You begged cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands.
Bucky turned into your palm and kissed it, “I know, I know, I’ve been making sure it’s safe for you.”
Steve's heart sank. Bucky didn't feel safe?
“You trust me, don't you, my little omega.” Bucky rubbed his nose into your cheek and you giggled, holding him even tighter, your hands in his hair.
An omega?
Sam stared over at Steve, eyes wide.
It was clear to them both that this was no chance encounter and all Bucky’s odd behaviour suddenly started to make more sense.
Steve motioned for Sam to leave, they could sneak back to the compound and perhaps bring this up tentatively. Perhaps leave some items you might like lying around in the hopes that Bucky would take them and understand that his secret was out, but it was safe.
Sam moved swiftly round the clearing as Steve continued to watch Bucky.
Bucky vanished into the cabin, leaving you on the porch alone, snuggled into his shirt and pressing the collar to your nose.
“She’s cute,” Sam whispered, squeezing up against Steve, still hiding in the overgrown ferns that lined the edge of the cabin.
“We can’t let her sleep out here. She must be hungry and cold.”
Bucky emerged from the cabin carrying two of the missing mugs, balancing them carefully on the railing before scooping you up into his lap. His hand hovered by his mouth, sipping in slow motion as his eyes scanned the tree line and Steve took a breath, sitting back quickly.
“Stay here, Cățeluș,” he was up in a flash, eyes always on the tree line even when he reached into his boot to pull out a familiar gerber knife.
Instead of flipping it into his palm, he balanced it on the arm of your camping chair. Eyes still on the trees he placed his metal hand on top of your head, “stay here and stay safe, follow the plan, do what you need to.” His voice was low, series, almost a growl. Far away from the happy, loving tones he’d been speaking to you with before.
You nodded, and as soon as he felt your head move he was up and off the porch.
Steve and Sam looked up in time to see a wolf leap towards them.
It was true then, the experiments had worked and Steve had the cold feeling that returned every time he discovered something new about his friend during a fight, but he had no time to worry about it now. Not when the wolf was closing in on them.
It was huge, its white fur dusted with fallen leaves, but its teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun as he pounced, snarling. His paws the size of dinner plates slamming into the ground in front of them, teeth bared and snarling.
Steve rolled away, pulling Sam with him and covering his body, regretting not bringing the shield.
“Bucky!” Sam shouted from under Steve’s arm
“Bucky it’s us we don’t want to hurt you!”
The wolf pulled back from the two men pinned beneath him, and something like clarity passed over Bucky’s icey blue eyes and he sat on his haunches, head cocked to one side, ears floppy. Then it stood, rounding the bushes and, in a blink, the man had reappeared still hiding before the foliage to cover his naked body.
“Steve -” Bucky looked thoroughly confused,
“Bucky, we’re so sorry we shouldn’t have followed you.”
“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s voice wavered, his body cold without his fur and with his clothes left behind in the cabin.
“We were worried about you, man, you’ve been so weird - stealing stuff, going missin’, can you blame us for getting creeped out?” Sam raised his eyebrows and Bucky’s brow furrowed.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I just had to -” he gestured back towards the cabin and, as if remembering he’d left you behind with no way of knowing he was safe he turned and ran back to the clearing.
Steve and Sam jumped up, chasing after Bucky once more.
The cabin porch was empty when Steve picked his way down the slope of mud and rocks into the clearing.
A howl rang out as he got closer to the little house, a high, pained sound and then the response came, low and level.
There were two wolves now, hidden at the side of the cabin in the shadows.
The white wolf kept itself half turned towards Steve and Sam, who kept quiet and still, barely daring to breathe, allowing its companion to approach slowly.
The brown wolf dropped in front of the white, ears flat back against its head, and then rolled over, showing a soft belly that the white wolf nuzzled gently before turning back to Steve and barking sharply.
Steve held his hands up and the wolf barked again, turning tail and returning to the cabin.
It took only moments for Bucky to show himself on the porch, pulling his henley back down over his now dirt streaked belly.
“Come in,” he gestured up the stairs and vanished again.
The cabin, though run down, was well kept. The porch was swept of leaves and there was even a little mat by the door.
“Shoes,” you whispered, pulling on Bucky’s sleeve as you entered the main living space, making an attempt to hide behind him. You’d dressed again too, also in one of Bucky’s henleys and a pair of leggings that Steve recognised as Avengers recruit issue.
“Do you mind?” Bucky asked while Steve and Sam stared between you both.
“Shoes,” you turned to look up at Bucky again, eyes pleading in one moment and then flicking to the two new men treading mud into your home.
“Your shoes, take them off.” Bucky helped them arrange their boots neatly by the door while you pottered around the fireplace. “This is her nest,” he whispered, making sure the doormat was straight and the little curtain was neat over the window. “It’s important to omegas, to her,” you turned shooting a glare over your shoulder, “to us-that it’s kept just right and she hates shoes inside.”
In the small living space a camping stove had been set up with a kettle, a portable fridge, and an assortment of mugs, both Avengers field regulation and novelty, which were set neatly on the mantel. You chose four, and placed them next to the kettle while it steamed happily away.
Bucky spoke softly to you in a mixture of English and Romanian, but you didn’t come any closer to the strange men. You’d seen them before, on the television and in Bucky’s notebooks, but now that they were here, so large and imposing, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look over.
“This is Cățeluș, well, that’s not her real name but we couldn’t find that. She - uh -” you watched Bucky struggle for words and lay a hand on his cheek, smiling warmly up at him. Your Winter, your James. “-I don’t want to say the word, it upsets her, but she was with me when I was - him - part of the experiments.”
You poured the tea quietly, watching the steam rise into the darts of sun making their way through the broken knots of wood in the wall, and you took a deep breath. With shaking hands you gave the first man, Sam, a cup. He had a gentle face, a wide smile and he didn’t look at you with pity, as you feared, only interest.
The second man held his breath as you approached, keeping his hands as close to his body as possible until you pushed the cup towards him. Steve. Bucky had lots of pictures of Steve in his notebooks and had told you more stories than you could remember, but he didn’t look sickly, he looked too big for the space, his shoulders drawn in, slouched. You appreciated that he was trying not to look scary, even though your every nerve was on edge.
Bucky took the proffered mug from your hands with a kiss to your forehead and you sighed, allowing him to steer you to the only arm chair in the room and then passing you your own tea.
“We got out, eventually and - I brought her here.” Bucky sat on the rolled arm of the chair, draping his own arm over your shoulders and fitting you into his side.
Steve and Sam could only stare.
“Why didn’t you bring her to the compound? She can stay -” Steve turned to you, “you can stay, either in Bucky’s room or you can have your own room if you’d prefer.”
It took you a moment to process the offer, but eventually you shook your head, turning into Bucky’s side.
“It was awful - in there, with them she, we both -” Bucky struggled for the words, the desire to protect you rising inside
“It’s okay,” Sam said carefully, “I know the transition’s been rough on you, Bucky, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for her, how you even got her out here. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, maybe she’ll come with you? If you suggest it?”
Sam kept looking at you, his eyes soft and encouraging but you turned away, pressed your face into Bucky’s ribs where his scent had soaked through his shirt, reassuring and primal, chanting in your head Alpha, safe, Alpha, safe. You did miss him, when he was gone, but how could he keep you safe in that place.
You’d seen it, once or twice, through the trees when you took a walk, looking for whatever you could find in the forest. Guards left lots of things behind, bottles and coats and jackets, useful things. You collected them all, skirting around the edge of that horrid white building and hoping to never see the terrifying things that flew out of it, men in suits and robots, it was too much.
“You can bring whatever you like with you, and maybe Nat and Wanda could help you with some new things, if you liked?” Steve followed Sam’s lead, keeping his voice steady and low.
“James - my nest.” You mumbled, gripping his henley in your fist.
He dropped a hand onto your head, “we can do whatever you like, baby. You want to stay here, we can stay, you want to go to the compound, we’ll go.”
You felt Bucky’s heart rate pick up, its beat hammering and your anxiety grew too, your breathing more ragged, you turned even further into him, practically climbing into his lap, the henley you’d taken from him riding up.
Instantly you knew it was a mistake, the scars of your time in Hydra were still visible, raised on your skin, yellowing patches of healing bruises and calloused skin from repeated bouts in the chair.
Sam and Steve could barely conceal their inhale of breath.
“Bucky, did you get her checked by a doctor or…” Sam trailed off, Bucky looked angry again, his arms fully surrounding you.
“And what would I have said, Sam?” He growled, “I know she looks like she’s been kept in a cage and beaten but please don’t arrest me, I promise it wasn’t me? Her social security number? Sorry, I don’t have it, we don’t even know her name. I did the best I could.” His anger tipped over into a resigned sadness. Bucky cupped your face in one hand and forced you to look up at him, “I did the best I could, baby, I really did.”
You nodded and his grip loosened so you could nuzzle into his chest again, your own tears running down your cheeks at the memory of those early days. Bucky’s shaking hands patching up your burns and cuts, the whisky you’d slugged before he pulled out a stray bullet from your arm and stitched it with floss. Every touch had been gentle though, every time he’d changed your bandages or cleaned you up, it had been gentle. It had been everything he could give you.
“We didn’t mean it like that, Buck,but we could help, get her checked over and then you can come back here.” Sam’s voice was plaintive, deliberately soothing and it made Bucky’s blood boil.
“I’m not taking her to that place.” He bit back, there was no mistaking the way he curled you into his body, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around your back.
It didn’t hurt anymore, to be touched, but then it’d never hurt to be touched by James. His hands had always been careful with you, his strength used only for protection and it was for that reason that you lay your trust in him completely.
“Don’t make me go, Alpha.” You whispered, your lips brushing the base of his neck where you’d marked him, right over his scent gland, your teeth marks an eternal brand. You nuzzled into him, your chest rumbling again.
“I won’t make you go,” he looked back at Steve and Sam, the finality of his decision sat heavily in the air.
“Can we at least bring some medical things here? Would you let Sam check you out?” Steve offered, he was increasingly concerned by the way Bucky had retreated into the chair, his own legs now curled up on the overstuffed cushion.
Above you, James nodded once, “just you and Sam, don’t tell anyone else. I’ll know if you tell anyone else.” The panic edging Bucky’s voice had Steve raising his hands in surrender.
“I promise, Buck, just Sam and I.”
Sam and Steve left the cabin at dusk while you and Bucky watched from the deck. As soon as they were beyond the trees he pulled you even tighter against his chest, his heat warm.
“Everything is going to be okay, baby, I promise, no one’s going to ever, ever, hurt you again.” His hands slid down your arms and across the slow swell of your belly. “But we should consider their offer, make sure we’re making a choice that’s good for you and me, as well as them.” His palm pushed up under your shirt, splayed on your tight skin and, deep inside, your pup pushed back.
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My Husband Has a Symbiote! Pt.3
Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3
Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Content: Mentions of infertility, slight angst, Miguel shows off his geneticist side, Rough sex, Minors DNI!!
Summary: After months of Miguel having the symbiote, it's not working like you thought it would.
A/N: It took me eons to write this part but I'm back! We only have a few more parts of this story before I move on to something else. Enjoy!
You never thought you’d be sitting at the table with an alien. Although, a few years ago, you didn’t think you’d be married to a superhero. Now look at you. Eyeing the symbiote’s head across the table, drinking hot chocolate. You didn’t want to leave them out as they had cups of coffee. And you heard they like chocolate.
“Does it even have a name?”
Miguel and his symbiote looked at each other, “We aren’t really on a first-name basis.”
“You mean, you let this thing fuse with you and you don’t know its name?” You held back smacking your forehead. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“I am.” Your husband reassured you, “Their name is Ravage. I didn’t name them that, they did.” You watch the alien smile, sharp teeth in clear view.
“Why Ravage?”
Ravage uses a tendril to imitate shrugging, “It sounds cool.”
You couldn’t argue with that.
“How long were you planning on keeping them?”
“Until you get pregnant.” Miguel explained, “I wasn't planning on keeping them forever.”
You folded your arms, “And what were you going to do with them once I got pregnant?” You raised a brow at his delayed response. The symbiote wasn’t saying anything either, waiting for Miguel to answer.
“Find a new host was a general idea. But you don’t need to worry about that.” You wanted to ask more questions but he held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze, “Let’s keep trying.”
You squeezed his hand back, your lips forming into a smile. You absolutely wanted to keep trying but thought it was good to set some ground rules. As much as you enjoyed having sex with him every day, you still had lives. You agreed to indulge in the baby-making process around ovulation periods to give the highest possible chance of conception. If either of you were in a particular mood, it was okay too.
After having the conversation, sex with the symbiote was stress-free. You took the enlarged cock with ease, got filled with his seed, and relaxed right after. It was nice at first. But the results weren’t there.
No clear signs of pregnancy after a few months of Miguel obtaining Ravage. You thought you weren't having normal symptoms outside of the usual fatigue and aching joints. So you bought a pregnancy test. Only to be disappointed as the single line appeared in your vision. Pregnancy tests weren’t always accurate so you asked Lyla to conduct a scan on you.
Only for you to come up short.
Before Miguel’s newfound symbiote friend, you were trying to have a baby for eight months. You all did research. You knew it could take a while for conception to take place. Yet, it’s been almost a year, and no progress.
Hopelessness clouded over your mind. Thoughts began to settle in, accusing yourself of the reason why you couldn’t get pregnant. It was all your fault. Miguel said it would be difficult, not impossible. But that’s what it felt like. Impossible.
The thoughts wouldn’t go away. Not as Miguel’s lips peppered your neck, hands fondling your soft thighs. Ready to go for a round in their bedroom after a long day at work. In any other situation, you would’ve felt good. But all you could focus on was being a failure.
“I missed you today…” Miguel’s low tone resonated in your ears. A gentle squeeze on your breast as he continued to your shoulder, tugging on the collar of your shirt for more access to your skin. “Did you miss me?”
You hummed in response, raising your arms for him to remove your shirt. Your stomach twisted at his loving gaze on your naked top half. You knew he loved you. Yet, you were torturing him by not being able to provide what he wanted.
“You okay?”
You blinked, realizing you weren't reciprocating. “Yeah. I’m fine.” You kissed him, distracting yourself with the unnecessary thoughts. Not wanting to succumb to them as you were laid flat on your back. Hands moving from under his shirt to lift it over his head. You focused on his lips moving down your body. Open-mouth kisses covering your upper half.
“Can't wait until these are full of milk…” Miguel said, running his tongue over the swell of your breasts. “Getting ready for our baby…”
You shuddered as his tongue ran over your nipple, sucking on your breast while fondling the other.
All you thought of was you were trying for nothing. This will be another session that will lead you to not getting pregnant. Another disappointing endeavor. Because of you. All because of you.
“Nena?” He called, causing you to perk up. You were doing it again. Not reacting.
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t you hear me?”
You blinked, “Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say?”
Miguel hovered above you, eyes searching your face. “Nothing. Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen at work?”
“No, no I'm fine.” You cradled his face in his hands, giving him another kiss. “Really.”
He sighed, leaning back and pulling her towards him. You were held in his arms, sheltering you from the outside world. “You're not fine. You're thinking. And with your face, I know it's not good.”
Curse your husband for knowing you so well.
“It's nothing you need to worry about.” You buried your face in his hairy chest. Hearing him suck his teeth.
“I always worry about you when something’s wrong.” The hold on you tightened in reassurance. “Now tell me.”
You struggled, fighting back the tears. “This isn't working. None of this.”
“What? Baby, we did know this was going to take a while.”
“I know, but-” Your breath stuttered, cheeks getting wet, “I'm letting you down. I just can't seem to get pregnant.”
Miguel shook his head, pulling you away to assess the damage. He wiped away your tears, using his shirt to remove the incoming snot. “Don't say that. If anything, it's my fault. My sperm isn't doing a good job. With or without the symbiote.”
“You're not the one with an infertile diagnosis…” You harshly laughed, blinking more tears away.
He helped you put on your shirt. “I don't like when you're upset. You know that, right?” You nodded. “We have to keep trying. And if it doesn't work, then we have other options. Like adoption.”
You watched your husband lay beside you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. Your head on his chest, his lips kissing your hair. He was right, there were other options. But you couldn't be comfortable with not trying anything you could. Before giving up.
“You could use me.”
Ravage's head hovered above your body in bed. Your eyes darted to Miguel’s sleeping form, unsure if you should wake him. Wait, what did they say? “I could…use you?”
“Yes.” Their smile may appear sadistic if it was anyone else. You kind of saw them as being genuine, “We can fix you. Cure you.”
“Can you? I didn't know symbiotes could do that.”
“Your husband failed to spare the details.” They went closer, you getting to see his intense eyes. “We make everything better. From physical to genetic…” Goosebumps formed on your skin as he emphasized the last word. There had to be a catch.
“If you knew this, why didn't you latch on to me and do it already? Like that time at the lab?”
Ravage huffed with frustration, “We need someone willing. You wanted us to that time. We could do it by force but then…” He trailed off, hoping you would get the idea. You knew if that happened Miguel would be on the alien in a heartbeat. If you were to consider it, he'd have to know. It is your symbiote now too. It wouldn't hurt to share.
“No, absolutely not.”
Miguel declined when you brought it up during dinner the next day. You had to sit with the idea yourself before bringing it up to him. Understand the pros and cons of letting a foreign entity connect with you. You weren't a spider-person either. No superpowers or anything to help you resist. You'd be going in completely vulnerable.
Of course, he wouldn't like it.
“Why?” You asked, “It could fix what I have going on with me.”
“It's only temporary.” Miguel warned, “Once you part with it, it's only a matter of time before what you have comes back. Maybe even worse than before.”
“Okay, but once I get pregnant, it won't matter anymore.”
His brows furrowed, “This is an alien we're talking about here. That's fusing with you. It's dangerous.”
“You didn't ask for my permission when you fused with it! Why should I ask for yours?”
“Because this is different. I'm Spider-Man, you're not.”
You rolled your eyes, “Now, we're having this conversation again?” Miguel huffed, face lowered as he went silent, focusing on his meal. You hated it when he stopped talking in the middle of an important conversation. You usually understood and were patient, but now you couldn't hold your tongue. “If I had powers, would you consider it?”
“No.” He said, his voice strained.
“Then what difference does it make?”
“Because you’re my partner.” Miguel stared at you, hard red eyes into your soul. The grip on his fork was strong enough for him to bend it, holding back his true feelings. “I don't want anything to happen to you. Symbiotes are unpredictable. Dangerous. I'd rather put myself through that and not you.”
“That’s not fair. We’re supposed to be a team.” His face softened as you gazed at him with soft eyes.
“We are.”
Miguel stood, not wanting the rest of his dinner. He mutters about finishing up some work at HQ, making a portal before disappearing behind it. Leaving you to clean up. You weren't diminishing his protests. The idea of dealing with symbiotes was scary, especially with someone who hasn’t used them before. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to try.
But now your husband was angry. He was going to avoid the topic now until you couldn’t take the silence anymore. At least that’s what you thought.
The next morning he came to you, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. A lab coat over his spider suit. To say the words you never thought he’d say.
Let’s do it.
His hair was messy, like his actions as he paced in his lab. You saw multiple images presented by Lyla to support his theory. None of it made sense. You weren't a scientist. But he mentioned how it can be possible as long as you set some ground rules. Control the environment so things won’t get out of hand. And you wouldn’t get hurt.
Your heart squeezed as he rambled, the geneticist side coming out in full force. “You stayed up all night thinking about this, didn’t you?”
“Of course.” Miguel quickly said, his cheeks flushed. “I love you.”
You cradled his face in your palms, thumbs rubbing his cheeks with affection. “I love you too.”
To be cautious, Miguel wanted to test how you reacted to the symbiote. He wanted to monitor you for 24 hours. He first suggested locking you up in the lab so he could be close by but you weren't having that. You decided that staying home and doing your usual tasks would be good enough. Miguel wasn’t a huge fan but he shut up after a few kisses.
You weren't sure how you'd react to the symbiote. If you would feel a drastic difference compared to your normal self. So when Ravage attached to your body, there wasn’t a dramatic shift. No change. Only that they were there. A niggling on the back of your head. It wasn’t annoying, but it would take a while to get used to.
You did everything as normal. Freshened up and grabbed a cup of coffee. Until your mug snapped.
You shrieked at the sudden action, your coffee on the floor, hot droplets on your hand. Miguel was watching you because he called through your watch right away.
“Are you okay?”
You started wiping up your mess, “I’m fine. It just happened so quickly.” Your brows furrowed while sweeping the broken contents. You’d never snapped a mug like that before. Was it because of Ravage?
“It’s the symbiote.” Miguel confirmed, “By enhancing you, it also applies to your physical traits.” Oh right, Ravage did mention that.
You stared at your hands. “Does that mean I have powers?”
“Kind of…Like I said, it’s only temporary.” Right. You shouldn’t get excited. All of this was temporary. “I’d watch your grip.”
You resorted to handling things with your fingers, willing yourself to touch them with the lightest of touch. You understood how Miguel felt about his abilities. If you moved your arm wrong, you’d probably break something. Or someone.
“I’m hungry.” Ravage’s voice resonated in your head.
That was another thing you had to get used to. Every time they spoke, their words would rumble through your body. Prickling your skin in an uncomfortable way that was also satisfying. And no one else could hear them besides you.
“You’re always hungry.” You commented while pulling out a bar of dark chocolate. You broke up the bar into smaller pieces, feeding it to them. “How many times did Miguel have to feed you?”
“Many times.” They said, chomping on another piece. “We don’t just need chocolate to feed.”
You purse your lips, “I’m not feeding you brains.” You gave them a look as they scowled, angrily eating his last piece of chocolate.
“We’re not talking about that. Sex should suffice.”
You perked up, “What?”
“You heard us. Intercourse staves us for a while.”
“Sex is nourishing for you?”
“We didn’t say that. We just like it.”
That explains why Miguel kept wanting to have sex with you. A lot.
“We can’t though. Knowing Mig, he’d want to wait until 24 hours are up.”
“Sex does involve said participants to be next to each other, right?” Their eyes raised in question, “It shouldn't be a problem.”
“No. Not until 24 hours are up.” That's what you said, but it wasn’t what you were thinking. You'd admit getting impatient. You wanted to see if this crazy plan would work. After months of trying and failing, you were tired of waiting. Why couldn't you make love to your husband now to see what happens?
Thoughts kept running rampant as you couldn't sleep. You wanted him to pull you in close, get on top, and have his way with you. You placed a hand on top of his own that rested on your stomach. Your ass, only covered by shorts, started to rub against his lower half. Miguel wasn’t asleep yet when his hand gripped your shirt, a groan slipping out.
“What are you doing?”
You kept going at that same agonizing pace. “Thinking…”
“About?” He made no moves to have you stop, only having a death grip on your shirt.
“How horny I am right now.”
Miguel’s breath quickened at the faster pace. On instinct, he pulled you closer, the large hand splayed across your belly. But he suddenly had a moment of clarity as he pulled back.
“No, it hasn't been 24 hours yet.”
You held back a smirk at how you could feel his cock getting hard against your bottom. “You can still watch me while you fuck me.”
You maneuvered to get back in your original position but he stopped you. “Sorry, I really don't want any surprises.” He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead before turning over to try and sleep, which may take a while due to his current state.
That's fine, you could wait.
You made arousing your husband your mission. Showering with him, making sure his entire body was clean before work by running the washcloth over his body. Making out with him with the towels loosely hanging from your bodies. You felt Miguel’s muscles tense from every seductive touch. His eyes were hard on you as he knew what you were doing but didn't press further.
You stole another kiss before he went to work, tongue sliding across his own with fervor. When you parted, he took a long, deep breath.
“Me vas a matar (You’re gonna kill me)…” He muttered.
“I love you too.” You waved him goodbye when he disappeared.
Ravage’s pleased hum once again filled your body, “We are enjoying the teasing. But when do we play?”
“Be patient.”
30 minutes until the 24-hour surveillance was up. How convenient it was also around the time you ate lunch with him.
You arrived, displaying a casual demeanor when meeting up with Miguel at his lab. He was rightfully cautious as you walked side by side to the cafeteria. You had sent him a naughty text not too long ago. Everything was okay. Cool and casual. Right until you locked eyes with the broom closet.
With your newfound strength, you opened the door, grabbed your husband, and launched him inside.
The cleaning supplies shook from the force as you closed the door and locked it. Miguel didn’t have time to protest as your lips pressed against his in a rush. Filled with need and wanting. His hands gripped your sides, a groan escaping as he gently pushed you away.
“We have about 24 minutes and 15 seconds until-” You kissed him again and he reciprocated it. He pulled your body close to his, devouring each other in the embrace. But Miguel was such a stickler as he pulled away again. “We should wait-”
“Ravage hasn’t done anything these past 23 hours. If they wanted to, they would’ve.” You pushed him down to the floor, seeing the hunger rising in his eyes. Your stomach fluttered at his gaze, sitting down on his lap. “Now fuck me.”
Miguel didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed you again, a tight hold on your hips as he rolled his own against you. It didn’t take long for him to get hard, ready to release what you had started since last night. You were as desperate as him as hands tore through your clothes. You couldn’t be upset, as you sunk down on his length.
The entire act was filthy as Miguel gripped your plump cheeks while he thrusted up into you. A death grip on your flesh so you couldn’t escape. Rough enough to where the entire room started to shake. His head was deep between your breasts, whining about how good you felt. So good that you could feel the slight prick from his talons. They weren’t fully out, thank goodness, but enough to knead your soft flesh.
It didn’t take long for your climax to arrive. Your warm walls clenched against his length, inviting him to fill your insides. His warm seed coated you as his body stilled.
“Good. Very good.”
You heard Ravage as you gave Miguel another kiss. You weren't exhausted, your body sturdy enough to go for many more rounds. You were never like this before. Miguel had enough stamina to go all night if he could. But you were only capable of a few before passing out from exhaustion. Not this time.
Miguel picked you up and went home, completely neglecting his duties. Ravage started to take over, forming a second skin around your body. No one cared as you locked yourselves in the bedroom.
Miguel pressed you against the bed, bottom raised while he pounded into you. The entire room quaked under his rough thrusts as you were pinned against the wall. Bite marks covered your skin as you subdued him, locking hands and riding him until he saw heaven. Droplets of cum dripped out of you, only to be pushed back in by his large fingers.
You didn’t know how long you were going until you saw the clock. Being almost eight in the morning. Your head was hazy from the constant lovemaking. Heavy snores filled the room as you looked over, seeing Miguel sleeping on his stomach while tangled in the bedsheets. The sun peeked through the curtains and it was too much sunlight to your liking so you went up to close them. Your body felt heavy but also oddly satisfied. This must be the perk of having a symbiote.
“That was fun.” Ravage chittered, pleasure once again seeping through your body. “When can we play again?”
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel x reader#spiderman 2099 x reader#slushycoookie writes
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Hey! I really liked your headcanon about Alastor. It’s got my imagination running wild >_< What do you think about a romantic! Oneshot with Alastor where everyone can see the results of the biting game on both us and Alastor (assuming we both break skin and leave marks). I’m not sure how Alastor would be caught without his coat on, much less with with short sleeves… maybe a spilled drink on a hot day. But I keep imagining this scenario:
Angel: Asks Alastor if he had a rough night after seeing his arms covered in bites (assuming rough sexy time)
Alastor: Responds yes (remembering how he got cornered and couldn’t get away because using his shadows to escape is against the rules of the game)
Angel: :O
Good evening my dear! Thank you so much for requesting this I had so much fun writing it and I'm so glad you liked my Alastor biting headcanons!
And because I positively adore and I am mildly obsessed with deers I think that's why I like Alastor so much? The reader has deer attributes like Alastor Specifically whitetail deers because apparently they can jump eight feet in the air! And the reader jumps a bunch, reader is refered to as Prancer by Angel, I'm not gonna lie I had no idea how to end it so the ending is rushed! and everything is a tad bit messy, my apologies, Full italics is a mini flashback
Warnings!!
Biting, the drawing out of blood, the reader's blood is a vibrant pink for fun! Angel dust alluding to sexual acts, Still getting used to writing Alastor so once again leaning into fanon and possibly some OOC behaviors.
not proofread because I don't have a beta reader, Enjoy!
The two of you hadn't meant to get so carried away, it started out peacefully enough, you and Alastor were just laying on couch he had in his radio tower, it was later in the night, you suppose it was just past midnight,
He was looking over papers with whatever radio nonsense on them for tomorrow's broadcast, and you were peacefully reading a book with your head on his shoulder, with soft jazz playing in the background, your jackets were hung neatly on the coat rack, a warm cup of coffee and a nice soothing [Drink of your choice] sat on the desk.
It was treasured peaceful moment, until your beloved strawberry-flavored Bambi decided to ruin it by picking up your arm and biting into it like it was beef jerky and looking like someone had shot him with a tranquilizer dart,
You sat up quickly, your arm still in his grasp, eyes narrowed at him as he pulled away from your arm, licking away the escaping blood like the little cannibalistic freak he is
"Alastor, My darling dear, why are you like this?"
You ask with an exasperated tone as your dearly beloved just kept a smug grin on his face and patted the sides of his mouth with a handkerchief he had gotten from hell knows where,
Sitting up, you blink slowly before immediately pouncing at the Radio demon, your own sharp teeth bared and ready to bite only for your beloved deer to move out of the way and quickly moving behind you as you fall face first into where Alastor once sat,
"Ah, you have to be quicker then that my dear!"
He said with a laugh before turning around to grab his coat, clearly not expecting you to stand up on his couch like a uncivilized heathen and jump on him managing to knock him off his feet? Hooves? Whatever he has and sink your teeth into his exposed neck.
And so the game begun with the both of you biting each other.
Unfortunately this little game of yours comes with consequences and what are those consequences?
Well for starters Alastor's coat was now stained with noticable pink blood [From you of course who else!]
Bite marks littered his arms from your chompin' down, not to mention you had bitten his neck! scandalous behavior!
You weren't much better with bite marks though not only on both of your arms but shoulders, and hands, hell he almost bit your face and he would've if you didn't headbutt him!
You had grabbed his coat along with a few other articles of blood covered clothing you gently folded and placed them in a bag to take over to the drycleaners, honestly you could probably get the blood stains out with cold water but neither you nor Alastor had time for that and while you adored Niffty you did NOT trust her with washing some of the articles of clothing that you had, so the drycleaners it was!
Alastor was up in his radio tower doing a broadcast while Everyone else was scattered through the hotel, notably Angel dust and Husk were chatting about something at the bar as you walked by it you gave them a quick wave.
"Good afternoon you two! I'm heading to the drycleaners if anyone asks."
You said as you quickly made your way past the duo, making a swift plot convenient exit.
Angel dust raised an eyebrow as he briefly caught the sight of teeth marks on your wrist from the exposed hem of your sweater.
"Eh, didn't think they had it in em' to do anything beyond handholding"
"They don't, Probably they probably bit by that fucked up creature of theirs."
Husk said sliding a glass over to Angel who shrugged before downing whatever liquid was in the glass.
Alastor had entered the bar area, after a couple of minutes later, wearing a red button up and vest, the same colors as his normal attire, he had rolled up his sleeves during the broadcast and unfortunately forgot to unroll them to cover the bite marks on his arms,
He missed his usual attire but unfortunately it was gone with you for the foreseeable future.
"Oo, Rough night freaky face?''
Angel dust joked wiggling his eyebrows as he swirled whatever alcoholic drink Husk had provided him while Husk shook his head while wiping a glass.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that."
Alastor said his smile tightening as he recalled you cornering him in the Bayou in your shared room, Alastor wasn't the type to run away typically, even less the type to give up easily even to his beloved spouse,
unfortunately for him though,
The little game of yours had some rules, such as no leaving any marks on facial areas, No tearing off any chunks of flesh {Gonna love having a spouse with cannibalistic tendencies}, and No using any type of power the two of you had, which means good ol' Alastor couldn't use his funky lil' shadows
And that made him more vulnerable to his deranged spouse's tackling strategy.
"Alastor get out of the tree,"
"No."
You had no idea how you ended up chasing your spouse into a tree, you don't know how he even got INTO the tree, but he sat upon it kicking his legs back and forth like a gleeful child, staring down at you, for someone who's a deer he's oddly cat like,
You sighed turning around and walking away as your beloved laughed in taunting tone
"Running off so soon dearest? And here I thought you- aCK"
Alastor was cut off by you running back, hurling yourself off the ground and tackling him like a feral flying squirrel onto the ground.
Blinking away at the memory Alastor returned his focus to Angel dust's gobsmacked expression that turned into a grin as he laughed while Husk moved further into the bar shaking his head.
"I was jokin' around, but sounds like you and prancer actually got freaky!''
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Thank you for tuning in folks! My apologies for the messy one shot, but I have a Vox x reader that's almost done that's more put together, and a more put together Alastor fic, Anyways I hope you all have a wonderful day!
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Always Ever Only You Part 8 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: The excitement you feel for your promotion ceremony gets tamped down by everything else going on. You feel like Cat is toying with Jake. You're anxious about your husband leaving for eight weeks. And you're hurt by what he says to you on your special night.
Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing
Length: 5600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
"Hey there, big shot," Jake drawled from your lab doorway. It was early in the morning a few days before your promotion banquet, and you were the only one in the quiet space. Your plan had been to get to work early so you had a chance to get your nails done later, but you could already see that slipping away as he strolled in and made himself cozy.
"Hi, Jake," you said softly. You'd been avoiding him, and he must know it. But he'd hurt your feelings by not telling you that he and Cat were...something. You could understand why she would decide not to mention it to you. But Jake? You considered him to be one of your best friends. But if he wasn't going to tell you about Cat, then you weren't going to tell him you saw them kissing in the tower.
"You okay, Angel? Haven't seen you around much. Seen plenty of ol' Rooster's ugly mug, but none of you." His green eyes and slightly raised brow were a good indicator that he was not going to let you off so easily.
You opened your mouth, about to tell him you'd seen plenty of him in the rec room with Cat, when suddenly she strolled in with her computer and a cup of coffee. The way she and Jake both froze up when their gazes met would have been comical if you weren't so damn annoyed with both of them.
Jake flushed a shade of pink you never imagined you'd see on his face in a million years, and he cleared his throat as Cat walked coolly across the room toward her usual seat. "Oh, good morning," she said to both of you, taking in Jake's form from the corner of her eye.
"Lieutenant Coleman," he replied with a dreamy look in his eyes. But Cat said nothing more, nor did she even acknowledge that he had spoken to her. But he wasn't deterred. He told you weeks ago that he planned on asking her out until she said yes. And he did it right in front of you. "Lieutenant, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner with me tonight?"
"No," she replied without looking at him. "No, thank you."
You rubbed at your temples, so frustrated by both of them as Jake leaned in close to you and said, "I think I almost have her. Later, Angel." And as soon as he left your workspace, you rounded on Cat.
"Can you please explain to me what is going on?" you snapped.
She raised one eyebrow at you as she glanced over her shoulder. "Regarding?"
"Jake!" you nearly shouted.
"Oh," she replied with a shrug. "He keeps asking me out."
You slammed your computer closed and stood, and you didn't care that you were kind of looming over her. "I saw you with him. In the rec room. When we were working comms in the tower."
Cat's lips parted, but no sound came out.
"Did you even care about going out with Cam? Or was all of this some deranged plot against Jake? Because both of them are my friends, Lieutenant Coleman."
Finally she was looking up at you with some remorse in her dark eyes. "I was thrilled when Cam asked me out, truly. But he doesn't like kids, and then the rest of the night just went downhill for me."
You nodded slowly and took a deep breath. "What about Jake?" you asked, pleased to hear that your voice sounded calmer now.
"He's a flirt," she said without expression. "He seems interested in me. And he's gorgeous. But I can't take a man like that seriously."
"He's my friend," you reiterated, overanunciating every syllable, "and despite how it appears, he is a sweet man with fragile emotions. Please don't toy with him."
She clearly wanted to say something else, but you were on the verge of shedding some tears that would make you look like a foolish child, so you excused yourself and took your computer back to your office.
You were overly emotional. You knew that. It was everything all at once, and your body couldn't forget the muscle memory of holding Jeremiah in your arms. Conversing with Cat was already hard enough for you; it always had been. But on top of her having Jeremiah, now she was messing with Jake's feelings and seemed to have no remorse about it at all.
As you closed your door behind you and sank down into your desk chair, you swiped at your tears. As soon as your promotion banquet was complete, Bradley would be leaving you for two months. You were going to miss two months of trying to get pregnant. Everything you did felt like a waste of time and energy, and you half wanted to stop trying for something that felt impossible anyway.
"Fuck," you whispered, blowing your nose with a napkin you found in your desk drawer. It was sitting next to your old nameplate, the one from before you got married and hyphenated your last name. This time next week, your husband would be well and truly in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by young pilots who could probably get pregnant if they wanted to. "What is wrong with you?" you asked yourself out loud, but your voice sounded foreign to your own ears.
You swallowed down the rest of your tears and texted Bradley.
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Bradley waited in line impatiently, grabbing two sandwiches, because they seemed like the quickest option. You wanted him to bring lunch up to your office and eat with you there. It was his personal goal to try to make you as happy as he could for the next few days and fuck you nonstop right before he left when you were ovulating. Seemed like a solid plan. He grabbed a few packets of hot sauce just to make you smile and then headed for your office.
As soon as you opened the door for him, you were tucked against his chest with your arms wrapped around his waist. "Miss me?" he asked, kissing the top of your head.
"Little bit," you replied. "How was your morning?"
You pushed him toward your desk chair and then settled onto his lap once he was seated. Any meal where you and he shared a chair or a plate was his favorite kind of meal. He never liked sharing anything before he met you, but now he didn't like being without you at all.
"My morning was better than Jake's," he said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches while you drizzled hot sauce on the other one. "I don't know what he did to piss off Hondo, but it's been weeks now of never ending pushups and running laps around the buildings and through the drainage ditch. It's fucked up, but he's taking it on the chin."
"That's not cool at all," you said, glancing at him before you nibbled on your lunch.
"How was your morning?" he asked, still daydreaming about how he woke up with your hand on his cock.
"Eh, not great. Honestly? Cat Coleman is once again kind of on my shit list. And I didn't tell you this before but, Roo... I saw her and Jake making out in the rec room, and I really just feel like she's on some sort of mission to......."
You were still talking, but Bradley's brain was processing too many things at once. Oh.
"Oh," he said, leaning forward and kissing your lips, completely cutting you off. "Sweetheart. Cat Coleman."
You gave him a weird look. "Yeah, Roo. That's what I said. You know Cat." You were speaking slowly and looking at him cautiously.
"No, Baby Girl. Cat Coleman. Coleman! And Hondo! Holy hell, that's why Jake can't get a fucking break all of a sudden. Because of Cat Coleman."
You gasped and practically tossed your sandwich onto the desk. "I completely forgot Hondo's last name, because he's just Hondo. But that's her Uncle Bernie!"
Bradley watched your gaze go hazy as he finished his food. Did Jake know about the relation between Hondo and Cat by this point? Did he know that's why he was getting his ass handed to him every day? Did he care?
"Bradley," you snapped, now looking right at him. "Cat's letting Jake take hundreds of extra push ups every day? Like this is fun for her or something?"
"Well, hang on," he started, because he didn't know Cat well, but she seemed okay. "Maybe she doesn't know about Uncle Hondo running Jake ragged."
But he could tell you were seething now, and apparently his warm, cuddly lunch was over, because you stood and thrust your sandwich into his hand. "I'm not hungry anymore," you muttered, pulling your phone out.
Bradley sighed and finished your sandwich in three bites and stood as well. "Don't worry about Jake too much," he whispered, kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You smelled good. He wanted to run his nose and lips all over your body, undress you inch by inch and take his time with you. He knew you would be ovulating soon, and he thought maybe a quickie would be good? Maybe get a jump start on the month?
"I've got to go talk to Cam," you said. "Will you lock my door when you leave?" You kissed his cheek and then you were gone. So he took a minute to make sure his erection wasn't visible, and then he locked your door before heading back to the tower.
It looked like Jake didn't even get a lunch break. He was soaked with sweat, and it wasn't even that hot out. Bradley watched him finish some push ups before getting to his feet and standing at attention for Hondo to lay into him. Bradley stood still, not wanting to get Jake into any extra trouble. But no matter what Hondo was saying, Jake only showed him the highest level of respect.
When Jake started to head inside where everyone would regroup for the afternoon, Bradley followed him. "If I knew you weren't getting lunch, I would have brought you the hot sauce contaminated thing my wife didn't eat."
"Nah," Jake said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "It's cool."
He seemed very relaxed about his push ups. Bradley wasn't sure what he should do or say. He wasn't sure how much Jake knew about Hondo. However... if he was no longer complaining about being singled out in these punishments... surely he must know.
He couldn't catch himself before he blurted out, "She saw you, man. She saw you and Cat."
Jake's eyes went wide, and he stopped wiping at his sweaty brow. "Angel saw us?"
"Yeah. And I sincerely hope you know what you're getting into here. You know who Hondo is?"
Jake nodded and softly said, "Yeah. Figured that one out on my own from the last name, and the fact that they're both from Maryland and do look a little similar."
"So what?" Bradley asked, shrugging sarcastically. "You're going to just let Hondo wear you down bit by bit? Even though you've been flying great? I take it he adamantly objects to you fucking his niece?"
Jake's eyes flashed with anger as he rounded on Bradley. "I'm not fucking her. I'm not fucking anyone, okay? I thought I made that clear."
"Okay," Bradley said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"That's not even why I like her so much," Jake grunted. "I asked her out a bunch of times after she had that bad date with Cam Harvey. One day I asked her when we were alone in the elevator, and she told me to shut up, and then she kissed me. And then she kissed me again in the hangar. And then she kissed me in the rec room, and fuck... I don't know what to do. Because we made out in my car yesterday. And I asked her out again, and she told me no. Again."
Bradley was trying not to laugh out loud, so he simply said, "My wife is kind of pissed at you, I think. Please fix that." And then he headed for the stairs leaving Jake sweating for more than one reason.
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You had been avoiding everyone else for the past few days, not only because you were sick of the bullshit, but also so you could spend more time with Bradley. You started tracking when you were ovulating on your phone, but you hadn't told him about it. You didn't even really like thinking about it yourself, but since you had a visit with your doctor coming up, you wanted to be able to talk about your fertility.
Bradley let you sleep in late on Saturday, and when you finally rolled out of bed, the smell of coffee and toast had your stomach growling. When you went into the kitchen, Bradley was naked, leaning against the counter and reading something he got in the mail. Tramp was sitting at his feet, hoping for a little snack. As Bradley raised a piece of toast to his mouth, he turned to look at you.
"Morning, Sweetheart," he said, clearly startled as he flattened down the mail and tossed it carefully aside.
"You're naked," you whispered, taking your time, letting your gaze wander everywhere. The tattoo on his right bicep made your skin feel warm, and his thick cock had you licking your lips.
"Yeah, I've gotta wear a suit all night. I'm trying to get my freedom in now," he said with a grin.
"You're ridiculous," you giggled, closing the distance to him and pressing your lips to his tattoo.
He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to your ear, keeping you in place as the prickle of his mustache had more laughter bubbling out of you. "You want me to make you some toast?"
"How long have we been together, and you still only know how to make toast?" you asked, turning your head to kiss his lips.
"Hey, be nice. I get better every day."
You licked his mustache, and Bradley's cock throbbed against your belly. "Yeah, you do, Roo," you whispered, smiling against his lips. As your fingertips brushed along his scarred cheek, he slowly reached for the hem of his soft UVA tee that you were wearing. You shivered as he guided the fabric up, skimming your body with his fingertips as he went. "You get better and better," you moaned.
The shirt was discarded across the room, and Bradley's hand went right to your dainty Rooster tattoo before he grabbed you by your hips and lifted you up onto the kitchen counter as you squeaked. He sighed deeply as he planted his palms on the counter on either side of your butt and leaned in close to you.
"You don't even want toast, do you?" he asked, brushing your lips with his as you looped your arms around his neck.
"No," you whispered, nipping at him as he pulled away a few inches. "I don't want toast."
You spread your legs wide and let your toes trail up and down his legs, urging him closer, but he just smirked. "Tell me what you want, Baby Girl. I want to hear you say it."
His tip was right there, teasing your entrance with his precum as your head tipped back, and a soft, needy sound escaped you. Bradley's hands went to your hips, fingers digging gently into your flesh. When you met his eyes, you knew he was ready to go, but you knew he wouldn't until you told him.
"I want something sweet for breakfast. A creampie from my husband."
"God damnit," Bradley groaned as his big hands squeezed your hips. "I'm all yours."
As you scooted to the very edge of the counter and took his length in one of your hands, you guided him inside you where he belonged. "Yeah, you are," you confirmed, and then he started thrusting. You had to hold on tight as he whispered the loveliest things that made you feel like you were going to float away.
"I love you."
"You're perfect."
"I was made for you."
"Show me your pretty eyes when you cum for me."
So you did. And even though you were sweaty and your glasses were crooked on your nose, Bradley told you that you were everything he wanted, and he gave you that sweet creempie after serving up a delicious orgasm on a silver platter.
You kept him buried deep, his lips on your shoulder as you cradled his head and stroked your fingers through his hair. "I love you, Roo." He continued to treat your oversensitive skin to his lips and hands, making no move to leave you yet. After a few more minutes, when his mouth settled on your collar bone and your hands were enjoying the feel of his biceps, you thought he might get hard again while he was still inside you.
Just as your pussy pulsed with excitement at the idea, Tramp ran to the front door, barking up a storm. Bradley leaned to the side and groaned as he looked out the window. "It's Jake's car."
You whined and tried to keep him in place, but Bradley pulled his cock free of your pussy, and you knew his cum was dripping onto the granite counter by the look on his face. "So pretty," he whispered, swiping his fingers through the mess quickly, and when you parted your lips, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. "Such a filthy wife." You sucked his fingers clean, and then there was a hard knock on the door, and you were scrambling for your shirt. Bradley ran to the bedroom, but a few seconds later, he threw you a pair of your leggings.
"I'm getting in the shower," he informed you as you pulled your leggings up over your messy, sticky thighs.
He was gone again as there was another knock on the door. "I'm coming!" you shouted, giggling, because you just did. But when you opened the door, Jake was standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers. "Hi," you said a little cautiously.
"Angel," he drawled, handing the blooms to you with a shrug. "You gonna invite me in?"
You could hear the shower start up in your bathroom along with one of Bradley's playlists. "Sure." He slipped past you and started playing with Tramp. "What are the flowers for?"
He looked at you like you were very dense. "You're being promoted tonight, Lieutenant Commander. And, I've been a bit of an ass."
You snorted and carried the flowers to the kitchen, setting them down next to Bradley's mail pile. "Well, that's nothing new."
"No," he replied, "I suppose not. But I was rude to you the other morning, ignoring you as soon as Cat got there."
You sighed and eyed him carefully. "You shouldn't let her take advantage of you. I know about you and Cat, okay? I saw you in the tower like a week and a half ago, kissing in the rec room." Your voice sounded bitter, and you felt like you needed to defend yourself, but he was already talking.
"I know you know. Rooster told me. And I'm sorry you didn't hear it from me first, Angel." His brow was creased, and he was looking at the floor.
"Why do you look sad? You're dating Cat."
He met your eyes instantly. "Is that what you think? Angel, she won't go out with me at all. I've asked so many times, but she just wants to mess around." He ran his hand up and down the back of his neck and muttered, "I'm getting the impression she wants to sleep with me as long as I'm willing to keep it quiet."
Your blood was absolutely boiling now as you pulled him into a hug.
"Hey, no, it's okay," he whispered, patting your back before pulling away again. "I didn't even come here to talk about that. I just wanted to say good luck, and I can't wait to see your new pin next week. Oh, and I'll be around if you need anything when Rooster's gone."
Just then your husband strolled back into the kitchen, thankfully wearing clothes this time. He just picked up his mug of what must be room temperature coffee and kissed your cheek. "Listen to Jake, Sweetheart. You call him first if anything happens."
You rolled your eyes as Bradley smirked and leaned against the counter where you'd recently been sitting, stuffed full of his cock. "I will."
The three of you chatted for a bit, but when you noticed that it was noon, you kicked Jake out so you could start getting ready for the night. But you were happy Jake had stopped by. It made you beyond upset that Cat was toying with him, but he wouldn't talk about it any further.
When Bradley led you through your bedroom and into the bathroom, you smiled. "Why don't you take a nice, long bath before we get ready to go?'
You kissed him as he patted your butt and leaned down to get the water ready for you. And then he brought you a flute of champagne and a sandwich, and you soaked until the water started to turn cold.
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Bradley didn't know why he was so nervous. He had been nowhere near this bad when he was the one being promoted to Lieutenant Commander. But now that it was your turn, it was a combination of so many things. He was proud of you, and he wanted everyone to know it. He watched you get dressed earlier, and he knew that you were wearing one of your matching sets of sexy honeymoon underwear. He was nervous he'd put your pin on wrong. He was supposed to be texting photos to your parents.
And you were ovulating, and he had a hotel room upstairs all ready for the two of you. This morning in the kitchen had been a real spur of the moment treat. He'd loved that. But he knew that you and he needed to get serious over the next day and a half before he left on deployment.
He was spending so much time thinking about your cycle, that he almost forgot to take a picture of you being introduced with Captain Bickel and some other guy from your lab who was also being promoted. The urge to stand up, point you out and let everyone know you were his wife was strong, but he kept it together. He was, however, clapping the loudest for you.
Your eyes caught his where he sat at the banquet table in the hotel ballroom, and he couldn't believe you were his. You were charming, beautiful and so smart, and you had that little tattoo just for him. He was obsessed, and he just knew a baby would happen eventually. It had to. You'd be the perfect mom, just like Carole. And he'd learn how to be a good dad, just like Goose. Bradley was already spending so much time thinking about baby names and the fact that he wouldn't mind a job teaching at Top Gun versus constantly flying missions.
"Oh shit," he muttered, jumping to his feet. It was time for him to pin you. Time for him to officially make you a Lieutenant Commander. He lined up off to the side of the small stage, waiting for his turn. Your bright smile and the soft curve of your cheek had his heart thudding in his chest. Nobody deserved this shit more than you did, and your smile just grew when he walked across the stage with your new pin in his hand.
Bradley let his fingers skim along the white fabric of your jacket as he whispered, "Hey, Baby Girl."
"Hi, Roo," you replied, and he kissed your cheek softly before he added the little gold pin to your jacket that would make everyone stop and salute you.
He patted it in place and said, "I'm proud of you." And then as an officer himself, he saluted you, and you reciprocated with a smile just for him before he left you up on the stage in the spotlight. Then your boss said so many flattering things about your work ethic and your character. And by the time you were dismissed from the stage, you came running into his arms.
He held you against him, and you snuggled into his suit coat. When you eventually met his gaze with the most innocent looking expression on your face, he should have known you were about to make him blush. "Roo," you whined softly. "Admiral Simpson isn't here tonight. Who's desk are you doing to fuck me on, Daddy?"
You were a handful, literally and figuratively. His hands slid down your lower back to the top of the swell of your ass. "I thought you might ask about that. I got us a suite for the night. Penthouse. Pink champagne. A nice big desk with no time restraints and nobody to interrupt us."
Adoration washed over your face as you kissed his neck just above his shirt collar. "You're the best."
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Sitting through dinner between your boss and your husband was challenging, but after a glass of wine, you managed to pull it off. On one side of you, Bickel was talking about your lab. On the other side, Bradley was whispering about eating your pussy.
As soon as dancing started, you took Bradley by the hand and let him out into the lobby. "You're done?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes, I'm done. Take me to our suite and do all that shit you just promised me."
"Anything you want, Lieutenant Commander," he rasped next to your ear as he removed your hat and handed it to you. As you waited for the elevator, his lips were on your hair and his hands were working on the buttons of your jacket while he hummed a song. You were so horny, you were ready to burst, probably because you were ovulating. But you'd barely been thinking about that at all. You just wanted your husband nonstop. That's what you were focusing on.
"Fuck me on the desk," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pushed you back against the wall of the elevator next to the control panel and selected the top floor. His hands were smooth as he unzipped your pants and eased his hand inside.
"I'm going to fuck you everywhere." His body was huge and warm, and he had you boxed in. "I want you to keep that sexy bra on for me. Reminds me of our honeymoon."
You moaned so loudly, you barely heard the bell indicating that you'd arrived at your floor. Bradley picked you up and carried you out into the hallway where a family was waiting to go downstairs. "Evening," he muttered unapologetically as you giggled and sucked on his neck. He looked delicious in his blue suit, but you wanted him out of it, and you wanted his cock inside you.
As soon as you saw the beautiful hotel suite and chilled champagne, Bradley had you on the desk on your back, and he was leaning over you. "You gonna let me eat that pussy, Lieutenant Commander?"
"Yes, sir!" you whined before he kissed you hard and sloppy. He was working your shoes, socks, pants and underwear off, and soon you were there in your unbuttoned jacket and wrinkly shirt, naked from the waist down. The cool air on your skin had you tugging him by his hair until he released your lips. "Get to work," you commanded, and his mustache twitched as he smiled and slipped two thick fingers inside you. "Oh!"
"Don't rush me," he grunted slowly, pushing his fingers deeper. "I have plans for this pussy. I'll take care of everything."
And he did. He knelt on the floor and pulled you closer to his mouth, blowing softly until you were whining and begging to be touched. And then he ate you out until you had tears in your eyes.
"You're dripping onto the desk, Sweetheart," Bradley muttered reverently. "Oh my god." He licked a stripe from your asshole all the way to your clit, and you could tell you were about to cum. He used his wicked mouth and fingers in tandem until you were grasping the edge of the desk and panting. And then you came for him when he told you to.
When you sat up in a puddle of your own juices, you were dizzy and disoriented. Bradley stripped you down to just your white bra as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your orgasm. And then while he was still dressed in his blue suit with just his hard cock hanging out the front of his pants, he kissed you softly.
"Spread 'em nice and wide for me," he instructed, squeezing your thighs. "Show me that pussy." You did as you were told, because you were smart. Your husband had plans for you. He fucked you silly so that you were leaning back with your hands braced on the desk. Bradley was big and strong, and he managed to get just the right leverage so that you were seeing stars and gasping for air with every hard stroke. It almost hurt. But it felt too good at the same time.
"Roo," you groaned, mouth hanging open and legs spread wide. His face was red, and the veins in his neck were prominent. You wanted to lick them and the beads of sweat dripping down his cheek, but he had you pinned in place by your hips. And he didn't slow his pace until he came inside you, chanting praises about your tight pussy and your pretty tits.
And you were still a little dizzy as you and he climbed in bed, unwilling to clean up his cum before you got cozy. You were snuggling on top of him, giggling as his suit was half on his body and half off, and he was kissing your face as he caught his breath.
"I like promotion banquet hotel room desks," you whispered, wondering if it was a good time to go pop that bottle of champagne.
"Fuck, Baby Girl. I like everywhere with you," he groaned, tightening his arm around you. So you decided to forego that champagne for now and bury your nose against his neck where you felt warm and loved.
You were about to tell him how much you were going to miss him for the next eight weeks. Your lips were parted, and the words were right there. But then he kissed your forehead and said, "Okay, I was looking at the calendar earlier, and your cycle is really working in our favor. You're ovulating now, and you should be ovulating again when I get back, so really, we're only going to miss out on one month of trying."
You swallowed hard and remained silent, but your heart was beating faster in a way that was making you feel nauseous, and your lip was quivering.
"Roo," you whispered, unsure what to say.
"I know," he added. "It's not ideal that I'm leaving now, but at least it's not for any longer. I've been thinking about it a lot, and taking a month off isn't the end of the world."
Tears leaked from your eyes, hot and angry. It was no use trying to hide them. He knew you were crying right away. "What?" he asked, surprised by your reaction.
You jerked your body away from his and wiped at your eyes. Suddenly you wished you were wearing more than just your bra as you gasped, "I was enjoying my night! I wasn't even thinking about that!"
He looked like you'd physically hit him. "Oh. It's just that I'm always thinking about that, Sweetheart."
"Me too!" you replied, hands shaking as you climbed out of bed. "But taking one fucking night off to be proud of myself for something in my life that I can control was feeling really good!"
He looked at you cautiously as you found your underwear and then dug around in your overnight bag for more clothing. "I'm proud of you, Baby Girl. I told you that."
"Yeah," you snapped, pulling on a tee shirt. "And then you fucking ruined it by acting like I'm a job to be done. Like getting me pregnant is something to check off your list of chores." You threw your arms out to your sides as you stood in front of where he was still laying on the bed. "But guess what, Bradley. I'm not pregnant. Sorry. I'm sorry your chores are taking so long for you to complete!"
You choked and started sobbing on the last word, and when he reached for you, he was decidedly the last thing you wanted right now. Instead you turned toward the bathroom where you could be angry and hurt in peace.
A few minutes later, you were curled up on the bath mat when he knocked softly on the door. When you didn't respond, he tried the handle which you had locked. "Will you let me come in?" he asked softly.
You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to fight off all of the intrusive thoughts that were already filling your head and heart. Your voice was quiet and hollow as you said, "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want." And eventually you fell asleep right there between the toilet and the tub.
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Crashing On Crush. JJK 3 [m]
crush!Jungkook x reader
Genre: smut; series; romance; angst
Words: 4.4k
Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?
Warnings: sexual tension; alcohol consumption; make out in public; oral sex (f. receiving); handjob
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God must have heard your silenced prayers because a cup of coffee is floating in front of your face. You look up and meet Namjoon's soft brown eyes. You take the life-saving beverage and appreciate the delicious taste.
"Oh God, you don't know how much I needed it! Thank you Namjoon"
"No offense but you did look like you needed it" he jokes
You sigh, knowing that he's probably right. It's been eight days since you and Jungkook kissed. Eight fucking days and you haven't heard from him. No text, no call. Nothing. If work - which is so interesting and gratifying - keeps your mind busy at day, alone in your apartment at night you have no distraction. You just think over and over again, replaying the night in your head to spot what you've missed and could explain why he hasn't contacted you. So, yeah, you haven't slept very well the past week.
"Uhm, Y/N" Namjoon seems embarrassed, he clears his throat to pull himself together. "I was thinking, uhm, if you are free tonight, we could have dinner"
His red cheeks are so cute, your heart melts. Namjoon has been nothing but kind and sweet towards you. And it's not the first time you think 'I wish he were my crush, so I wouldn't be stressed about radio-silence Jungkook'. But you know damn well that your mind and your heart are full of a man with lip piercing and tattooed arm... However, you can't wait forever for Jungkook to pay attention to you - or can you?
This dinner will be a great opportunity to think about something else and to get to know Namjoon better.
"Sure!"
The blond man sighs in relief, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Great, uhm, let's meet after your shift at the entrance door"
You nod and watch him leave, not without almost hitting a large plant pot which makes you laugh. Cute.
At seven pm, you exit the gallery to wait for Namjoon in front of the building. However, you certainly didn't think you would meet this person. You halt your movement by astonishment. Jungkook is here. Right in front of you. And you have mixed feelings about that. Obviously, you are very happy to see him because, in fact, you missed him. But you are also angry with him for being quiet during a whole week... You have no idea what he is doing here. Well, you know he is probably here to talk to you but to say what? That he doesn't want to see you again? That he wants to kiss you again? So you stay silent, waiting for him to speak. And he does:
"Hi, Y/N"
"Hi"
You wait but he doesn't say anything.
"What are you doing here?" You ask after few seconds of unbearable stillness that is the exact opposite of your harsh heartbeats.
"I wanted to invite you to dinner"
What the fuck? You can't help a disdained laugh. You have been waiting eight fucking days and he just shows up at your work like nothing happened! You are so mad right now but why does you heart soften at the thought he wants to spend some time with you?
"I already have something set up for tonight" Your voice is harsher than you want and you kind of feel bad when you see the disappointment in Jungkook's eyes.
He bits his bottom lip and this simple act reminds you of how good his lips feels... You shake your head to not think about it.
"I wanted to call you but I didn't have time" Jungkook says lowly
"Yeah, sure" You reply, annoyed
"Actually, I spent the week at my parents for my grandpa's funeral" His voice is not filled with reproach but with a will of explanation.
You gaps and immediately feel horrible to have treated him so coldly. Your eyes soften and you put a hand on his shoulder to confort him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jungkook, I didn't know. Are you okay?"
"He has been sick for a while so we were prepared, but it was hard for my mum. I'm sorry, I should have at least sent you a text"
You can see in his doe eyes and hear in his voice the guilt. You shake your head.
"No, you don't have to apologize, I totally understand. You needed to focus on your family. Please don't feel bad"
You want to hug him so bad when you see the sadness on his face. You don't really know what to say or what to do to erase his pain but when Jungkook looks into your eyes, he knows how you wish to console him and his heavy heart feels lighter. So many words are running through his mind, so many things he would like to say to you. Like the fact that he has been thinking about you the past few days, that he has wished you were there with him to hug him, that he has been fucking missing you each fucking minute.
You open your mouth to say something but you are cut off by Namjoon joining you.
"Are you ready to go?" He asks you cheerfully
You are aware of the sudden tension between the two men. Jungkook's jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. 'Him again', he thinks. He wonders if the guy is now your boyfriend, if he has kissed you while he was gone, which makes him regret even more to not have contacted you. Now he is pissed off because at first, he thought that you having plans was a lie to not see him but it's way worse that you actually have plans. With another man. A man you have seen all week.
"I-Namjoon and I are going to eat" you start, embarrassed, blushing hard before turning towards your colleague "if it's okay with you, Jungkook could join us?" You try
Well, that was not what Namjoon had in mind. But what could he say now? No? He cannot refuse so he swallows the sword in his throat and he answers a not-so-conceiving 'sure'. And the three of you head to the Korean barbecue restaurant.
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Saying that there is tension in the air is an understatement. The meat grilling is quite the only sound coming from your table. Seeing the two men side by side, you realize they couldn't be more different. Namjoon, wearing a white shirt and light grey slacks, is a very sweet boy, and very cute with his dimples. His glasses makes him look smarter - even though he is the smartest person you've ever met - and professional. Definitely the type every parents would love to have as son-in-law. On the other hand, Jungkook is the opposite, the perfect example of what a 'bad boy look' is. He is not a bad boy in fact because you can see the kindness in his so pretty eyes but he is surely intimidating. He always wears dark and baggy cloths. His piercing and his tattoos enhance his B boy vibes, but they also make him so fucking hot.
Jungkook and Namjoon haven't talked and you feel ill at ease, waddling on your seat. You clear your throat to save the night:
"Let's cheer"
You smile and pull up your glass in the most cheerful way possible, hoping that it will give rise to a better mood. But it doesn't. The two men click their glass but they still don't speak. You sigh in disappointment...
"So, Jungkook, right?" Finally says Namjoon "What do you do for living?"
You send a grateful gaze at your colleague.
"I'm a graphic designer" Jungkook answers politely but a little bit coldly, not sharing any more details. "What about you? What do you do exactly?"
"I'm the owner's assistant. I help him to supervise everything: the exhibitions, the contacts with the artists, the communication, the staff. I'm also in charge of training new recruits, that's why I've spent a lot of time with Y/N these days"
Jungkook grins, he knows damn well that this Namjoon guy wanted to snap at him. He sips on his beer, fantasying how satisfying it would be to kiss you again, like the last time, in front of Namjoon. He really has to behave to not put his hand on your thigh. It's even harder when you are so pretty in your pink a-line dress with small puff sleeves.
"Hey, Y/N, we could have a last drink at Danbam, what do you think?" Jungkook asks suddenly
You choke on your spit, blushing hard. Last time you were in this bar was for your make-out session with Jungkook. And the little sparkle of cockiness in his eyes proves you he meant to tease.
"I, uhm, I don't think I want to drink more than this tonight" you say cautiously
Namjoon grabs his chopsticks to gather some beef and puts it on your plate. The kind gesture makes you smile. At the same time, it makes Jungkook even more irritated. Yet, luck is on his side because a couple of minutes later, Namjoon receives a call: his boss requires him immediately. He wanted to spend time with you, get to know you because since your first day, he has found you so sweet and beautiful and smart and passionate. Since your first day, he has had a crush on you that only kept growing day by day. With a huge regret, he tells you goodbye and leaves you with Jungkook.
"So, do you go out with him a lot?"
Jungkook couldn't help but asking you. He feels so jealous, he doesn't even recognize himself. What are you doing to him?
"No, actually it was the first time"
"Good"
You turn your head to Jungkook with an abrupt movement. Your mouth is opened by surprise, questioning him silently about the meaning.
"I want to kiss you again" Jungkook says simply
His words provoke a whole ardent fire in your body. You want it too. So fucking much. You miss his lips, his hands on you. You miss feeling him on your skin - kissing him one time isn't enough. You want to do it again. You want more.
"Do it" you manage to whisper
It's enough for Jungkook to blend your lips together. The kiss is stronger, rawer than the last one. He is hungry and maybe a little angry. When the little moans he loves so much return to life, he smirks. He wants to kiss you like Namjoon nor any other men can. And he does. There is no word to describe how much you love his mouth. You wish the moment could last forever, you never want to be lips apart. But humans are not perfect and they do need to breath so you distance your face just enough to catch your breathe.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Jungkook asks
You know it's not just a ride home. It's an implicit question: do you want more? Fuck yeah.
You nod and Jungkook smiles. He looks happy and relieved. He leaves a soft kiss on your inflamed lips and grabs your hand.
———
You mostly stay silent in the car. It's not a weird or uncomfortable silence but just a calm silence, full of promise for what will happen next. You can't deny that your heart beats loudly and your hands are a little shaky. Jungkook remarks and intertwines yours fingers, saying with no words that everything is fine and you don't have to be stressed. But how can you not when you will spend the night with your crush? Your - two now - kisses proved you that you have feelings for him. Strong feelings.
After you opened your door and took off your shoes, Jungkook and you stay, once again, in silence. You are looking everywhere except at him, feeling so nervous. It has been more than one year since you last had sex, and all the times you had before were with your boyfriends. However, Jungkook is not your boyfriend, your relationship is... undetermined. You also wonder if he finds you attractive enough, and if you will be good enough in bed. All these thoughts make your hands sweaty.
But Jungkook gets closer and cups your red cheeks with his big and warm hands, making you look into his black doe eyes. They are so soft, so shiny - just like the billions of stars in the sky at night. They are so beautiful. Everything in Jungkook is beautiful.
"Hey, we don't have to do anything" he says gently "We can have sex, or not. We can do other things than having sex. Or we can just talk. Don't pressure yourself"
Your heart melts at his consideration. He is so nice, so sweet that you are falling in lo... No! No, it's too soon, you don't know much about him even after hours spent on his Instagram. It's just your arousal speaking, it messes up with your brain.
You take the time to look at Jungkook and you can't help but imagining what's underneath his black bomber jacket. You remember this one pic from Instagram of him at the beach, shirtless. His 'I know I make your panties wet' look has never been more accurate. Even right now, you are feeling horny.
He leans down and kisses you. At first, gently but the kiss is getting rougher. You instantly feel your pussy clench and moan at its emptiness. Your hands running through Jungkook's hair pull him closer and invite him to kiss you deeper if it's even possible. His own hands move all over your body: your hair, your neck, your back, your waist and your ass. He squeezes the latter and a small groan from you tells him you love it. Actually, you love every single of his touch on your body.
Your hands are struggling to take off his jacket but manage to do it. You want to feel closer, better. Without this barrier, you can appreciate his hard muscles. Gosh, it feels so good under your fingertips.
Jungkook leads you to your couch and puts you on his lap without breaking the kiss for a second. You are completely high on his touch, you can't think straight - not that you really care. Between your legs, you can feel his hard cock pressing on your covered and wet pussy. A moan of pure delight escapes your mouth and you press down to enhance the touch. You slowly begin to move your hips back and forth to release some of the urge of friction. Jungkook grabs your ass to control your move and you love it. You love how he uses your body to please himself.
But it's not enough. You need to feel his skin. You don't know if you said it or if Jungkook can read in your mind but he halts the kiss for just a couple of seconds in order to take off your dress. His intense eyes discover your matching white bra and panties, so pure, so innocent. It makes him crazy because the horniness visible on your face is far from innocent. He leans down and places his head between your boobs, kissing your skin. Your body is on fire. Your head rolls back - which makes your moans huskier - and you pull on his black hair by pleasure and he smirks.
You are so hot, so beautiful, he doesn't want any other men to touch you. He wants to mark you to make you his but he also knows that a huge hickey on your neck will not be great for your career. So he decides to put his mark somewhere only him can see. You feel his mouth sucking on the skin of your left breast, close to your heart. It hurts a little but it's a delightful hurt. Jungkook takes the time to admire his art piece - he has never created something so beautiful. The red, purplish mark is shiny because of his saliva and it looks so good on your soft skin.
"You're so fucking hot" he says with a raspy and so sexy voice
He suddenly changes position to lie you down underneath him and kisses you again. You take the hem of his black and large t-shirt to indicate you want it to disappear. One second later your wish is fulfilled. What a beautiful view. His chest is buff, his abs are well drawn, his arms are strong and his shoulders are large. Your hands brush his warm skin and you feel his muscles flexing under your touch. His body is so perfect. You'll never be bored of looking at it.
However, your eyes spontaneously shut when Jungkook's hand reaches your groin. His fingers find your clit in a second and start circle it through your panties.
"Oh my god!" You moan in his neck
It's so good. So fucking good. It's like you've never have been touched before. Your moans are louder as his fingers get faster. At this point, your panties are soaked by your juices - it could be kind of an unpleasant sensation if you could think.
"You're so wet" Jungkook teases you while he kisses your neck
You are feeling your orgasm slowly building up in you but the emptiness in your pussy is torture. You need something to fix that.
"Please"
It's the only thing you manage to say with a choked voice.
"Please what?" Jungkook smirks
He knows damn well that you can't concentrate enough to speak properly and he is filled with pride that the reason is himself. Seeing how you are going crazy under his touch is so fucking satisfying. The most important, the only mission in his life right now is to make you cum. He leaves your neck to kiss your body all the way down until he reaches your wet pussy.
"I think we should take this off" he says while trapping the fabric of your panties with his forefinger
He looks up at you to have your approval.
"Yes, please" you moan, looking away with embarrassment of Jungkook being so close to your intimacy.
What you don't know is that your shaky 'please' turned him on so fucking bad. He loves having control during sex, even being a little dominant. Fulfilling his desires without even knowing it makes him want to please you even more. So he slides your soaked panties down your legs and opens your thighs. The sight is breathtaking: your cunt is glistening with your arousal. He wants to taste you, you make him hungry. He gently rubs two fingers from your clit to your entrance before diving onto your pussy with his mouth.
He gives a single kiss on your clit at first and the feeling is so fucking good that you immediately grab his hair in a desperate need of holding on to something to not sink into this unbearable pleasure. Your fingers in his black strands give him the green light to go further. His tongue is now completely attached to your pussy. He is literally making out with it. He is so good with his mouth. Your clit is taken care of like it deserves. His tongue rolls around your bud, then takes a quick strip from your entrance to your clit and rolls again. It's a perfect pattern and it makes you go crazy. The wetness created by his saliva and your own arousal is full of sins and pleasures.
"Oh my god, Jungkook!"
You feel your orgasm coming and your fist clenches as much as your pussy. Jungkook notices it and enters your pussy with his finger. This friction in your body is exactly what you needed. He pulls in and out at a pleasant pace with his digit. Your brain is foggy, you don't even know where you are, you don't even hear your own moans. All you can feel is him.
"More, more!" Is all you can say
He adds another finger, sightly speeding up the back-and-forth's pace, his tongue still playing with your clit.
"You taste so fucking good, I could eat you all day"
His words reasoning on your pussy is too much to bare and you cum on his face and on his two fingers in you, screaming his name. The best fucking orgasm of your life. Your legs quiver when you reach your climax. But what did you expect from Jungkook? He was your best kiss, it's only natural for him to make you cum like nobody had done it before.
It takes you a few seconds to catch your breathe and to settle down back on Earth. Your cheeks, even red before, are blushing harder when you realize that you just let your crush eating you out. It takes you a lot of courage to look down to meet Jungkook's face between your legs. You see his mouth and chin glistening with your juice. The view is sinful. But he defies even more the limits of hotness allowed when he puts his fingers into his mouth to taste more of your cum. You gasp at the indecent teasing.
Jungkook goes up to your face and kisses you. You taste yourself on his mouth and you have to say that it's hot.
"Are you okay?" He asks you gently
His consideration is a dangerous weapon for your heart. Fortunately, you're still too much in the frog of pleasure to overthink it.
"Yes. It-It was really good" you whisper, blushing.
Jungkook's pride is beyond clouds when he saw how strong was your orgasm because of him. He wants to be the one that makes you cum the most, the only one that makes you cum. Because you are so pretty, so hot when you reach your high, he wants to be the only one who witnesses it. He wants to fuck you so hard that you won't ever be attracted to another man. His possessiveness is killing him. You are messing with his brain and you don't even know it. You are crushing down all his boundaries.
"I, uhm, I want to please you too" you say shyly
Jungkook is amused by your shyness when he just made you cum. But he is also touched that you care about his pleasure. He can't deny that his cock is really hard and that he would love to release the tension in his body. But he doesn't want you to feel obligated to return the favor. He didn't touch you to have something in return, he did it because he wanted to see your cute face torn in pleasure, a pleasure provided by him.
"You don't have to, Y/N" he says with a small peck on your lips
He helps you sit correctly on your couch, and the leaking between your legs make you wince. But not as much as his answer. Doesn't he want you to touch him? Does he think you won't please him? You feel a dragger in your heart, and maybe in your pride also. Jungkook frowns when he notices your expression darkens.
"It's not that I don't want to" he feels the need to tell you "Because, believe me, I want to. You make me fucking hard. But you don't have to, you don't have to feel obligated"
He cups your cheeks and you see the sincerity in his eyes. Rather than pushing you off, it makes you want to please him stronger.
"I want to" you simply say
The determination in your voice startles him a little bit because a new wave of arousal rushes through him.
"Okay" is the only thing he finds to say
You put your delicate hand on his stretched crotch, feeling him hard and big through the fabric of his pants. You can't deny that it makes you horny. Jungkook's body tenses, watching carefully your movements to detect any sign of displeasure and stop you in this case. But he only sees the way you blush and bit your bottom lip. So fucking cute, he thinks. He waits for you to express by your actions your want to get rid of his pants. He doesn't want to rush you and let you be in control of the pace, even if it's like a torture for him: he has been hard for a long time now.
When you grab the hem of this pants, he gets the message and rises his hips to slide down his piece of clothing. The bulge of his black underwear shocks you a little bit: he is fucking big. Your reaction makes him cocky, he knows he's big - a lot of women already told him that - but now he wants you to think that. He wants you to think about how his cock would fill your tight pussy. The thought of it makes his hard member twitch.
You push down the hem of his underwear to free his length. Your mouth waters at the sight of the perfect, velvety skin. He is hard, and thick. You wonder how would feel the stretch if he were in your pussy. You gently caresse his tip with your thumb and a drop of pre-cum escapes. You spread it on the tip, which makes it shiny and appetizing. You start jerking him off and a sigh of delight comes from Jungkook's mouth.
"You're doing great, babe"
The pet name makes your pussy clench and your heart beat faster. You also feel proud and more confident so you increase the speed, putting the right pressure. Jungkook's breathing gets more and more rugged, you can tell that he likes it. He grabs firmly - but not too harshly to not hurt you - your hair and pull you closer. He kisses you ruthlessly, his tongue meets yours. You moan at his sudden ardent desire. And this is what he wanted: hearing your sweet whimpers while you jerking him off. Your hand on his cock and your mouth on his lips are a dangerous combination for his sanity.
"You're perfect, so fucking perfect" he says against your pretty mouth "Keep going, you gonna make me cum, babe"
Babe.
Once again, it fills you with indescribable sensations - physical sensations and other sensations that you push away to not overthink. You keep sliding up and down your hand on Jungkook's fat cock, your arm is beginning to hurt but you don't stop. Making him feel good is so fucking satisfying. You being the reason of the orgasm of such an attractive, hot, handsome man messes up your bain - and your wet pussy.
"I'm cumming" Jungkook says in a gasp
After a few more strokes, you feel a hot and thick liquid on your hand. Jungkook relaxes his grip in your hair and kisses your temple, with a shortness of breath. Then, he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, to recover a regular breathing.
"It was perfect" he says with a soft smile.
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So Much to Lose Chapter 3 Mean!Joel x f!Reader
So Much to Lose Chapter 3
Summary: Your second time on patrol with the recalcitrant Joel Miller proves... interesting.
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 6.0k
Pairings: Mean!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions) , Ellie x Dina (future chapters)
Warnings: Joel ain't nice. Hand job (m receiving), mentions of come, dirty talk.
A/N: I hope you like it and if you do please reblog and all that good shit. Thanks y'all!
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Chapter 3: You make the rules, remember?
"It's a healthy baby boy!"
There's a large round of applause in the cafeteria the next morning. Tommy is standing at the end of the long tables. Your book is spine -up next to your coffee cup.
"Douglas Joel Miller," Tommy announces. "Just over eight pounds."
You clap along with the rest of them, happy for Tommy and Maria. You love babies, so what's not to be happy about?
Maria is at home resting with their son and some friends Tommy says beaming, eyes wet as he's congratulated on all sides.
You're still sick about yesterday. You'd had to throw away all those clothes. No amount of scrubbing had taken the dried blood out of it. You're convinced you can still smell it, the cloying, metallic scent lodged in your nostrils. It lingers even now, ruining the bites of egg that you push around your plate. The only thing saved was the red scarf, buried in the confines of your jacket. It hangs how it always has, on the hook by your front door.
You watch Tommy accept the congratulations from everyone, looking strangely detached as they continue.
You try to focus on the book in front of you, but the words slide over your eyes and your mind just back to yesterday. To the fear you felt at being exposed and vulnerable. How are you expected to do this week after week?
You glance over to see Tommy smiling weakly and chatting with a group from the kitchen and you wonder if you can approach him about patrols.
"Can I sit here?"
You glance up from your book to see the teenage girl from yesterday, Ellie, smirking down at you, holding a tray of food. A quick glance tells you there are a lot of empty seats left so she's chosen this one on purpose. You almost shake your head no, not desiring the company or the attention right now.
But she kept your secret didn't she? She didn't tell Joel or anyone else about the greenhouse as far as you know.
After a moment's pause you nod, shifting your tray towards you and going back to your book.
She sits abruptly, her tray clattering across from you. She doesn't have the usual breakfast food that others do. She has grilled cheese, a cup of milk and what looks like pudding. Strange girl.
You'd assumed that your lack of engagement, your eyes on your book, your head tilted away from her that Ellie would get the message. She could sit with you for breakfast but that was it. But from the moment she sits, she talks.
"I love grilled cheese."
"Mmm."
"Never had it til I got here. Now I eat it whenever I can." Ellie takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully.
"Mhmm."
"Before we got here it was Chef Boy-ar-dee ravioli every fucking night. You ever had it?"
"Can't say I have." You turn the page in your book.
"Joel introduced me to it," Ellie says, taking another bite and not noticing when you tense up at his name. "You know Joel?"
"Nope," you lie.
The last thing you want is to talk about Joel Miller when you don't have to. You don't push for more information so the two of you continue to eat in silence. You know that Ellie is watching your face, silently studying you.
"So do you always hide out in the greenhouse?"
"No."
"Were you supposed to be in there?"
You sigh. "Nope."
"Then why were you?"
You sigh again heavily, closing your book with a soft thwap. There will obviously be no more reading this morning. Not with your new guest sitting across from you with curious eyes.
"I just wanted some quiet," you explain patiently. "I have. . . There's a lot going on for me and I feel safe when I'm in there."
There's something about Ellie's eyes that coaxes that truth out of you, the part about feeling safe.
"S' how I feel in the garage."
"The garage?"
"Joel's garage. Well, I guess it's like my place. No cars or anything here obviously. I've ridden in one though." She tells you this with pride. You hide a grin, amused. "I have it decorated exactly how I want and the bed is really comfy. Joel says I can do whatever I want in there except smoke."
"S'a bad habit," you acknowledge.
"Yeah, but that's where I feel safest. When I'm in there but I know Joel's just on the other side of the door if I need him."
You don't know what to say in reply to that. You can't imagine a world in which Joel Miller's presence would make you feel calm.
Ellie chews thoughtfully a moment longer and you see the questions there in her dark eyes.
"What was your favorite thing about before?"
"Before what?"
Ellie makes a motion around the room and you understand. She means before the outbreak. Before things changed. You ponder this a moment before smiling at the first thing that pops into your mind.
"Pop Tarts."
"What the fuck is that?" Ellie asks wrinkling her nose. "Candy?"
"Breakfast pastry," you say with a fond look at the memory. "Strawberry filling. Delicious. Had one every day while I walked to school."
Ellie is fascinated by this and you realize she'll never know a world that's not ravaged by plague. She'll never understand the freedom of your lost youth.
"Have you had one since?"
"Nah," you shake your head. "But I like the memory of them. If I close my eyes and focus I can almost taste it."
You do so now, remembering the way your mom pulled them from the toaster warm and crispy. The way---
You stop, snapping your eyes open. You'd forgotten the inherent danger that came along with the lure of nostalgic memory.
"Anyway..."
Ellie sees something in your face and excuses herself, claiming she needs more milk. You just nod, about to open your book again when another shadow is cast.
Christ, when did you get so popular?
A woman, (Jennifer you think her name is?) is looking sweetly at you. She's just come over from a table of giggling young women. She's very beautiful. You often see her at the Tipsy Bison with whatever bachelor strikes her fancy.
"Hey, are you on C Patrol?"
"I am," you nod.
"The one with Joel Miller?" Jennifer says with a poorly concealed smirk. You give her a strained look, confused at the reaction.
"Uh yeah."
"What's he like?" Jennifer is blushing prettily, trying not to giggle.
"Serious."
Jennifer smiles again. A big, broad smile that makes her lovely face even lovelier. You hold in an eye roll. Oh, now you see where this is going.
"I tried to get put on patrols with him," she confides, her voice dropping. "I'm on Patrol B."
What?
Here you are fighting tooth and nail to get away from Joel Miller and there's someone who actually wants to be on patrols with him? This is your answer to prayer, you're sure of it.
"Why don't we switch then?" You ask, eyes bright. Jennifer looks beside herself with delight, her light eyes rounding.
"Are you serious?"
"You can ask Tommy right now," you enthuse pointing at him on the opposite side of the room. "I'm totally fine with the swap."
"Really?" She looks delighted.
"Really," you nod, trying not to look over eager. You’re worried she’ll grow suspicious of your exuberance but she just smiles and walks off quickly towards Tommy who looks deep in conversation with one of the women on perishables duty.
You go back to your book just in time for Ellie to come back. You immediately notice her contraband; an additional glass of milk.
"Gonna get in trouble."
"Only if you say something," Ellie drawls. "But if you do I might just have to say something about a certain greenhouse..."
You shoot her an amused look before going back at your book. She seems to sense that you need quiet, glancing around the bustling canteen as you fall back into the pages of your book.
You find yourself irritated when Jennifer saunters back to your table, interrupting the comfortable silence.
"He says that we have to stick with our original patrol partners," Jennifer says with a frown. "Says that they match partners up by skill."
Joel is well known as the most skilled aside from Tommy. You can only assume this means you are the worst. You try not to look as devastated as you feel as you force a shrug.
"Oh well, you tried."
You expect her to leave but Jennifer lingers looking torn.
"Maybe if you ask Joel directly?" She hedges, trying not to sound desperate and feeling miserably. "Maybe then he could talk to Tommy himself?"
From the corner of your gaze you catch Ellie giving you a wary look, the walls behind her eyes being rebuilt with every word Jennifer says.
"You're welcome to talk to Joel," you reply smoothly. "You can tell him I'm fine with the swap. Eager for it, actually."
You don't miss the hard look that's come into Ellie's eyes now. You regret lying to her before.
Jennifer looks thoughtful before nodding. "Okay, maybe I will. Thanks."
She gives a wave before sauntering off towards a group of her giggling friends. You hold in an eye roll and open your book.
Ellie is still staring at you. "I thought you said you didn't know Joel."
"Didn't want to hurt your feelings," you admit, not looking up from the page. "He and I don't exactly see eye to eye."
"Not a lotta people do with Joel," Ellie relents, tilting back in her seat to stare at you. "He's tough to get through to."
And yet she did. This tiny teenage girl who talks too much and asks so many questions.
How?
You consider asking before you realize you really don't care to know Joel Miller. So far you've seen nothing about him that seems worth getting to know.
"Yeah, well he seems to have a very specific distaste for me," you say poking at your eggs.
"Don't take it personally," Ellie tells you as if she is full of sage wisdom. "Joel's all bark no bite."
You don't believe that for a second. You think of the dead doe. You think of the blood soaking through your clothes. You think of how he said not one word to you the entire way home.
"Just a personality conflict," you end on. You want to go back to your book but feel Ellie's eyes still on you.
"You wanna know how to make Joel like you?"
Not particularly.
"Sure."
"Don't lie to him. Or me," Ellie says. "We can't stand liars."
You don't know me, you think curious that this girl has chosen to open up to you at all. What makes you think you can trust me at all?
A girl with a long, glossy black braid stops by the table ending your conversation. Her dark eyes immediately alight to Ellie's second milk helping.
"Is that your second one?" The girl asks, her face cloudy. "You know you're not supposed to take extra."
"Fuck off, Dina," Ellie snaps, her eyes flashing.
"I should tell Tommy," Dina says with a narrowing of her dark eyes.
"Go on then," Ellie dares her.
"She got it for me," you break in, plucking the milk from Ellie's tray. "I didn't get one yet."
Dina's eyes sail to you but her scowl remains. She gives your tray a once-over before rolling her eyes.
"She's so annoying," Ellie says rolling her eyes and digging back into her breakfast.
Yet her eyes linger on the girl as she strides past your table to join another group of teens at the far end of the cafeteria. There's a pink to Ellie's cheeks that doesn't go unnoticed by you. But just as she kept your secret, you will keep hers.
She sits with you a few minutes longer watching you read before she gives a quick goodbye and marches out into the day. You're relieved to be away from her scrutiny.
Tommy passes several groups before he notices you hunched over your breakfast. You look up in time to see him slide into the seat Ellie was just occupying. With a sharp sigh you slip your paperback into your coat pocket. Fuck reading today apparently.
"Hey there, how was your first patrol?"
Your initial reaction is to tell him everything in detail. How horrible Joel is, how you never want to do patrols again. That you need to get switched to another job because patrols aren't for you. Instead you give a timid shrug.
"I'm not very good at it."
Tommy is amused, the curve his cheek crinkling as he chuckles. "I'm sure that's not true."
"Go ahead and ask your brother," you mutter, frowning.
"I did. He didn't say anything about you being bad at it."
This is surprising. When you and Joel had arrived back at Jackson with the doe he hadn't said two words to you. Just grunted at you when you dropped your end of the carcass and told him you were leaving.
You squint at Tommy for a moment trying to decipher what game Joel is playing at. You decide that perhaps he didn't want to worry his brother. That he wanted Tommy to think that patrols went well because Tommy had enough to worry about with his son being born.
"So are you still gonna switch patrols with him then?" You ask lightly, trying not to sound eager. "Now that the baby's here safe?"
Tommy's normally playful eyes are soulful. You read concern there. You read fear. They drop to the knotted wood of the table.
"Not for a bit," Tommy says honestly. His voice drops to a quiet whisper, not wanting to be overheard. "Didn't want to tell everyone but Maria's not doing so good."
Concern gnaws at your lower belly. "She sick?"
Tommy's long fingers begin picking away at a chip in the table that doesn't exist. You wait for him to continue, holding the silence there.
"In a way, kinda. She uh, she doesn't really wanna see the baby. S'why her friends are over there now with him."
You recognize this, the sign of a whispered malady that has followed women of all races across centuries. You cannot imagine the impact of giving birth to a child who will live in captivity amongst an undead world. You cannot imagine the mental toll it would take.
You're not demonstrative by nature, especially with people you don't know well. But you see the welling of Tommy's dark eyes and something behind your ribs cracks.
You reach across the table and place your hand over his. "Tommy I get it. You don't have to say anything else. My aunt ... She uh, she had a hard time too after my cousin was born."
"Yeah?"
You nod, taking your hand back when you feel eyes on you from other tables. Tommy's expression has changed, the tears blinked back as he straightens.
"Yeah well. Hope its okay if Joel keeps bein' your partner for a little bit longer."
"Sure," you nod. You have no desire to concern him further with it. "Yeah, that's fine, Tommy. No problem."
Tommy hears his name being called and you wave him off. You watch his long legs scissor across the canteen as you feel your stomach drop.
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A week goes by so quickly. A week of reading, of brisk morning walks, of tea with some of the girls that rise early like you.
But before long its back to patrol day and you wake with that same sickly sensation in your stomach. Breakfast is swallowed down with force.
You trudge towards the main gates of Jackson City with a new jacket pulled tight around you. This one is heavier and welcome as the chill increases daily. Snow is on its way to Wyoming.
You wave at the men who patrol the main gate today, Peter and Hank. The three of you chat politely even though your stomach is churning.
You turn when you hear the sound of hooves. Joel is approaching with two horses in tow, much to your confusion.
"Horses?" You ask when he nears. "We didn't-"
"First patrol is always on foot," Joel explains gruffly handing you the reigns if the light brown horse. "Helps you understand the land better."
You look over the animal at your shoulder, eyes fixed on the deep brown of its iris. You muse that it looks as nervous as you feel.
"Names Chestnut," Hank tells you. "He's one of the sweet ones."
"Hi there beautiful boy," you murmur gently, your hand going to the soft of the animals nose. "We'll take care of each other out there today, huh?"
You smile when he snuffles your palm before he tries to lick your fingers.
You glance over when you feel Joel's dark eyes fixed on you and the horse. He looks away promptly and you watch him mount his own horse, a mighty looking black creature with a serious countenance.
"What's that one’s name?"
"Get on."
Great, he's irritated with you already. It's going to be a long day. You sigh before pulling yourself up onto the already saddled horse with ease. Chestnut gives a small whinny before settling.
Joel looks momentarily surprised, brows raising a fraction and you know it's because he assumed you'd be useless at this too. But you're an experienced horseback rider, have been since you were a kid.
It secretly pleases you to surprise Joel. To show him there’s a lot you're good at.
"Black ones name is Midnight," Hank tells you with a friendly wink as he comes to unlatch the gate. "Asshole riding him is called Joel."
You hold in a bubble of laughter as Joel sidles alongside you, handing you a gun that you sling over your back. You don't shrink under the weight of it this time, in fact you straighten.
Atop the mighty Chestnut you feel braver. Safer. If something comes for you, you'll see it. This high up you feel so much better. You follow Joel out the gates on his horse, clicking your tongue and tugging gently at the reins.
Chestnut gives you extra confidence today. You follow Joel to do the perimeter check first, eyes scanning around you. You hear Joel gently click his tongue and then you're both off towards the village.
You ride in silence, buoyed by the knowledge that Joel can't critique about how you ride. Instead, you take your time to observe your surroundings. You take in the crisp air and the bent trees you pass.
"Good boy," you murmur every now and then to Chestnut, giving him soft pats as you ride.
You take in Joel's broad shoulders moving ahead of you on Midnight, looking like a modern cowboy in his brown leather jacket. He doesn't spare any kind words for his horse. You wonder how Ellie can stand him.
When you arrive at Teton village an few hours later you're almost in a good mood. It's been nice riding today. The thought that this will be a weekly thing for you no longer intimidates you. Yeah Joel will be there, but if interactions are kept to a minimum then there's no reason that you can't get through this.
You dismount outside the large house, the outpost, like last time. Joel scans the house, dark hand over dark eyes to shield from the sun. He murmurs something to himself.
He moves to tie the horses up, showing you how to tie off their reigns to the tree outside. You watch even though you already know how, nodding and then follow him to the door of the large old building.
"Remember the code?"
You'd written it down the second you got home last week, forcing yourself to commit it to memory. You nod again, quickly turning the numbers to the pattern Joel showed you last time. You hide your relieved grin when it unlocks on the first turn.
You glance at Joel from under your lashes, half expecting praise or even a smile. Of course you receive neither. He simply tugs the door open and enters.
In your haste to follow you trip over a fallen board at the threshold, crashing into his solid back. Joel shrugs you off irritably and you stumble back.
"Sorry was-"
"Shut up," Joel hisses, raising a finger to his lips. His voice drops to a whisper. "I hear somethin'."
All your previous bravado vanishes, left back outside with the horses.
You swallow a whimper, sticking close to him as he pulls the gun from its holster. You do the same, knowing it's more for show then anything.
You follow directly behind Joel as he wanders through the rooms, occasionally stepping on the back of his shoes when he stops abruptly. When you do that he elbows you harshly in the ribs to get you behind him at a good distance. You wince, your fear keeping you close by. Knowing that he's worse than a clicker but he's your only hope.
Finally you reach what he's been searching for. A broken window in the library, glass shattered inside along with what looks like a tree branch. The recent windstorm must have caused the branch to smash through the window. It makes a hollow whistling sound, likely what tipped Joel off.
Relief floods you when Joel re-holsters his gun, his fears allayed for the time being. He strides past you to the old storage room.
You follow after him, nodding when he points at the log book and pencil.
"You remember what to do."
You scrawl your name into the log as Joel watches on. You two take a seat as Joel brings out the sandwiches and Thermos of coffee to share. As you did last time you eat in silence, your eyes everywhere but his direction.
It makes you think of lunch with Ellie and your interaction with Jennifer. You think about bringing both up with Joel but decide against it.
Instead you dart a look at him from under your hair, hoping he doesn't notice. You watch him sip his black coffee, the lid dwarfed by his large hand. You watch the flex of his jaw when he chews. You wonder what kind of work he did before the outbreak. Judging by his frame and calloused fingers you imagine a mechanic or electrician.
He gives you a curious look when he catches you looking at him and you quickly clear your throat.
"I like riding the horses here better than walking." When Joel doesn't reply you feel compelled to keep talking. "Chestnut is especially nice. Do we always ride the same horses or-"
"Do you ever stop talkin'?"
You want to point out that you've barely talked to him at all this entire trip but you have no desire to start a fight. Instead you clamp your lips together, cheeks burning and anger and embarrassment.
After lunch you both stand and as you wipe the crumbs of your sandwich off on your jeans, you watch as Joel scrolls his name into the log. He hands you the solitary pencil.
"Make a note in the log about the cracked window in the southeast corner. S'what we do. Then we report back so the next week they give us supplies to repair it or send others out to do it."
"Okay."
You bend over the log book, clutching the pencil tightly between your fingers. You try to write neatly, attempting to make your normally pinched handwriting legible.
You're not expecting Joel to be so close to you when you finish and back up. It takes you by surprise. He's come over to check that you filled in the log correctly and when you back into his solid form you let out a yelp before the pencil is dropped, disappearing between the cracks of the old floorboard.
"For fucks sake-"
Joel rolls his eyes as you drop to the ground. You know that something like this will make him hate you more. And for some unknown reason this creates a wash of anxiety to cascade over you.
"Shit shit shit."
You're desperate to retrieve the pencil; you even think you could grab it if the floorboards were a bit more spaced apart. You pull at them, chipping one of your nails in process. You hiss pulling back sharply and swearing under your breath.
After several minutes of trying to retrieve it you give up, your face red from excursion and humiliation. You’re swallowing angry tears. It's not the end of the world. There are other pencils that exist but your actions just erased all the goodwill you thought you were building.
But maybe there was none to be built upon because Joel is staring down at you darkly, his hands stemmed at his waist.
"You've been a fucking thorn in my side every fucking moment of today," Joel grimaces.
He's so unfair. He's overlooking every good thing you've done today. Every silent test you've passed. Anger flares within you, a small flame that quickly builds to a towering inferno. You bring yourself to a stand, eyes flashing.
"Maybe if you weren't such a miserable assh-"
The word isn't even halfway out of your mouth when his hand is at the collar of your jacket, just as it had been that first patrol. But now he's using it to push instead of pull. Shoving you into the wall beside the table with its chipped paint and exposed brick. It bites into your back despite your thick jacket. Your toes scrape the floor and your hands go to his fist trying to pull it from your collar, but his grip is vice-like.
He lowers his face close to yours, his hot peanut butter and coffee-laced breath huffing over your cheeks.
"You watch how you speak to me."
"Those my orders for today then?" You scoff sarcastically, feet trying to find purchase on the floorboards below.
He pushes you harder against the wall, your spine flush with its crumbling interior and you wince.
"Fucking smart mouth," Joel rasps. "Should teach you a lesson."
He'd said it to be intimidating. To scare you into submission so he could continue patrols without having to worry about you doing something stupid.
But then the words hung between you both and your reaction wasn't to cower. In fact, even in the dim light of the flashlight he could see the way your pupils overtook your eyes, like tiny blackened moons.
"Are you going to?"
"Going to what?"
"Teach me a lesson?"
Joel is very still. So still you wonder if he's still breathing. His dark eyes scan your face, trying to read your intentions.
"You want me to?"
Joel's hand hasn't released you, hasn't softened at all. But he's curious, that much is clear.
"You give the orders, Joel, not me," you whisper with more confidence than you actually feel. "Remember?"
Joel stares at you for what feels like hours. As if time has lost all meaning, lengthening or shortening at his whim.
You wait for him to yell, to bark out something sinister or cruel. You wait for him to turn away, ignoring you. You receive neither. You instead watch as Joel tilts his frame back from you, gazing down at you through heavy lids.
His hand lowers from your collar and you slump slightly forward from the wall. Your feet gain purchase and you straighten. He's testing you, you think. Seeing if now that he's released you from his grip if you'll run.
But you don't. You continue to stand there, making it perfectly clear that you have no desire to flee. And this registers with him. He sways slightly, sucking his teeth quietly as his eyes drift down your body.
"Take me out of my pants," he rasps, looking at your mouth with no intention of kissing it.
You take a moment to look for any guile in his expression. When you see none, you drop your eyes to his middle and fumble at his belt, your hands trembling. He watches your face as you pop open the button of his jeans and lower his zipper. You swallow as your trembling hand slides between the band of his boxers and his taut abdomen.
He's so warm.
You feel his belly jerk at the sensation of your lowering hand and you bite back a gasp when you feel him already rock hard beneath your palm. You wish it wasn't so dark in this room because you'd like to see the gold of the skin there. To see if it matches the color of his hands or face.
You tug him free of his boxers, letting his heavy cock and balls hang over the band. Just the thought of it makes your mouth water.
He watches you carefully from under his dark lashes.
"Make me come."
Simple instructions. You like that.
You lick your lips nervously, shocked when Joel grips your wrist tightly, drawing your hand to his face and tilting it. There's a moment of true confusion on your part before Joel spits into it your hand. You watch with wide eyes as Joel begins rubbing his saliva into your palm with his wide thumb.
You're disgusted.
You're aroused.
You use the spit in your palm along Joel's shaft, watching his eyes shutter momentarily. Both of his hands are now palm flat against the wall next to your head, boxing you in on either side.
His hips thrust into your slick palm and you give a soft shuddering exhale as you begin to work over him, taking control.
"More around the head," Joel tells you grunting. Just like on patrols he leads and you follow.
You do as he says, slipping your palm along the head to feel sticky precum already beading there.
You use it as an aid, a natural lubricant, twisting your hand slightly as you go. You watch his face, trying to see what he likes. Right now his face is relaxed with his eyes shut lightly. Your left hand goes to his side, holding his jacket pocket as your other hand slides along his twitching member
"Like this?"
He makes a little humming noise to indicate you're doing it correctly. You smile to yourself tilting forward slightly to catch the noise. He's coming closer, his cock sliding quickly between your fingers.
"Your hand's soft."
You think Joel must have said this by accident, because it’s murmured so softly and his eyes crack open as soon as the words hit the air. You realize that it's the first positive thing Joel's ever said to you since you met him.
You smile up at him, rewarded with a gentle smirk at the right corner of his mouth from him before he catches himself and it vanishes.
"Don't," he tells you with a frown.
"What?"
"Don't look at me."
You're taken aback when one wide hand comes to cover your eyes. Its sudden blackness startles you into dropping his cock.
“What’re you-“
"I told you to make me come," Joel growls from behind gritted teeth. "So fucking do it."
Joel's free hand grips yours, thrusting his hard cock back into your palm. You take it, your eyes still in darkness. Without sight you're stuck with only your remaining senses. He smells like wood and sweat and leather from his jacket.
You focus on Joel's breathing now, noting it increase as your hand continues working on him, your fingers moving deftly around his shaft. He breathes through his nose, occasionally swallowing.
"Quick learner," Joel observes with a murmur as you swivel your wrist.
You nod, your face rasping against his palm. Your eyes are shut tightly, he doesn't need to cover them but you think that this must make him feel better. Must make him feel more in control.
"Much better at this than shooting," Joel says condescendingly in the darkness. You think you can almost feel the words being huffed against your mouth. "Turns out your hands were just made for handling cocks, not guns."
You scowl.
"Or maybe it's because you're not getting mad a-"
The rest of your sentence is cut off as two of Joel's large fingers come to either side of your mouth, pinching it shut. Your hand falls from his cock and you imagine it hangs there between his legs heavy and twitching.
His other hand is still covering your eyes so the result is no vision and no breathing through your mouth. It's rather disorienting.
"None a' that," Joel rasps from above you. "No smart mouth unless you want it fucked dumb."
You're body jerks at this quiet proclamation.
I do.
No. I don't.
I do,
No, I can't. I don't.
Stripes of light peek through parted fingers as his hand drops from your slowly opening eyes.
"You do," Joel concludes your internal debate as his eyes swim over your face. His voice, always low and graveled sounds measured, unsure.
"You want me to fuck that smart mouth?"
You don't say anything. You can't. He releases your lips. His heavy hand reaches for yours, twisting it back around the shaft in the way he likes. He holds your hand there, fucking himself into it.
"You want me to stuff your mouth full 'a my cock?" Joel grinds out as he thrusts forward into your waiting hand. His wider one surrounds yours, fingers practically lacing.
You can't help but let out a whimper. Joel's hands go back to the wall above your shoulders and his hips cant forward jerkily.
Your hand begins moving faster and faster over the length of his throbbing cock, your own erratic panting matching that of Joel's. He's looking down into your face now, something in it unlocked.
"Fuckin' that pretty mouth," Joel grunts, his cock pistining in your grip as he stares at your parted lips. "Coming down your throat."
You whimper. Why is this so arousing to you? Why do the things that Joel is saying turn you on so much? Because you dislike him so much that this feels taboo? Because for once Joel isn't critical of something you're doing?
Before you can question it further you feel him swell and pulse in your grip. He spills himself over your knuckles in warm spurts as he lets out a shuddering groan, the warmth of it buffering over your forehead.
You're so still as you stand there watching Joel. You watch him breathing heavily through his nose, the grim set of his mouth as he stares at his softening cock in your hand.
Reality sets in. What you've done and who with.
Without thinking you're moving, twisting and scrambling to get away from him. Needing to leave this crumbling room and Joel's haunted gaze.
Your feet make thudding noises over the warped floorboards, matching in tempo to your rapid heartbeat.
You burst out the front door into the cool afternoon and feel it chill your fevered cheeks. You take several deep breaths, trying to stop the gallop of your heartbeat.
What did you just do?
And with Joel?
You drag your hand through the snow, wiping the proof of your altercation from your skin. You move to Chestnut, resting your forehead against his side. You let the steady breathing of the animal soothe your frazzled nerves.
Joel comes out moments later, completely composed and dressed. He gives you a sharp look.
"Time to head back."
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 16] Unexpected Visitor
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Kaya was quick to set you up on a date, and a week later, you’re looking for outfits to put on. As spring takes over, the weather warms up and you have to find something to wear, but none of your clothes are fitting as you reach your sixth month of pregnancy. You walk to Kaya, wearing clothes that no longer fit.
Kaya compares color samples for the nursery, and she’s so focused that she doesn’t notice you walking into the room. She’s spooked when you walk into the room, wearing a crop top that clearly doesn’t fit anymore. She can’t help but laugh, and you end up rolling your eyes, “See, I told you going on a date was a bad idea. I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“What about the cute dress you showed me earlier?” She asks, walking over to the window to look at the colors in the light. “That dress was cute.”
“My boobs were showing too much. They’ve grown a lot, I have to get new bras.” You share, and she turns to look at your breasts. She can see through the shirt that you’ve gone up a cup or two. “I don’t think I can go out tonight. Tell your friend that I won’t make it.”
“No!” She raises her voice at you as you turn to walk out of the room. You try to ignore her as she yells, “Wear the dress! Showing him your boobs will get him to fall in love with you!”
“I’m good!” You yell back as you get back to your room, and you begin to look for another outfit. It’s time for you to buy some maternity clothes, as much as you don’t want to. You’ll hold back on it for a bit, at least until it’s too late for Kaya to set you up on a date. You don’t want to go out with anyone at the moment.
“He’s a really nice guy, don’t make me cancel.” Kaya says, and you’re startled to hear her voice. You didn’t hear her follow. “He’s really looking forward to this. I showed him your picture and he was stunned. You should give him a chance.”
“I would, but I don’t have any clothes.” You respond, trying to make up another sort of excuse so you can get out on having to go on a date. You’re not ready to date, especially since you’re having a baby so soon. A new relationship is the last thing you need. The stress of a new baby is already more than enough. “Plus, I’ve been reading this book to prepare for the baby, which I think is more important than–”
“Yeah, yeah. We both know that you’re not going to be reading that tonight. By eight, you’ll be snoring. And don’t tell me that you don’t because I can hear you.” She answers, and you roll your eyes, looking for your yoga pants and oversized shirt to change into. “I'll cancel then. But it’s going to break his heart.”
“Good. I don’t care about anyone’s heart but the two that beat inside of me.” You answer, and Kaya sighs before she walks out of the bedroom, going back to the empty room to compare the paint samples once again.
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Kaya’s right, by eight you’re knocked out. She almost bursts out laughing when she hears some light snoring coming from your room, but she tries her best to not make any noise to let you sleep.
She goes to the couch, taking a seat with her laptop so she can look for nursery items that she’ll be needing to buy for her little nephew. At this point, Kaya is probably more excited than you are. When she starts to focus on scrolling, adding to her cart anything that she finds remotely fitting, there’s a knock on the door. She furrows her eyebrows, standing up from the couch as she set her laptop down on the coffee table. She walks to the front door, wondering who it could be at this hour. She isn’t expecting to meet with anyone.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kaya slightly raises her voice when she sees Satoru. Satoru welcomes himself in, after all, he does pay for the apartment. He then asks Kaya,
“Where is she?” Satoru turns to look at Kaya, not bothering to greet her because she didn’t even bother to greet him.
“She’s on a date…” Kaya is quick to lie, but Satoru can immediately tell that you’re not.
“She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”
“She’s six months pregnant, what do you expect?” Kaya responds, a hint of attitude in her voice. “Plus we’ve been busy.”
“Busy with what?” Satoru asks, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. He notices Kaya’s laptop, and he realizes what you two are busy with when he sees nursery items. “Don’t fucking tell me!”
Satoru stands up and rushes to the nursery, turning on the light. There’s a couple of boxes, and he sees in the corner a can of paint. The nursery isn’t finished, but you two were definitely planning to start it.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you here?” Kaya asks as she approaches him. “Don’t you think that you and Leiko have done enough? Are you here to invite her out again? To ridicule her?”
“What the hell are you even talking about? Look, right now I’m so fucking mad I could burn this aparment down, don’t even say shit.” Satoru brushes past her and goes back to the living room. “I’m just here to check up on her. Believe it or not I care about her.”
“Really? You care so much about her that you started to date someone that she despises. While she’s three months away from having your baby, keep in mind.” Kaya argues, and Satoru’s eyes almost widen, now realizing that the date of his baby’s birth is coming closer and closer. “She has three months to set up a nursery, and we’re not waiting around for you to make space to come around. Believe me, we know more than anyone just how needy Leiko can be.”
“You didn’t even try to inform me. Trust me, that would be my priority.” Satoru says, and Kaya puts her index finger on her chin, slightly tilting her head as she pretends to think.
“We did… Or wait. I don’t think we did. Did you inform her about the fact that you were already in a relationship or that you wouldn’t even try to be with her even though she’s becoming the mother of your child? I’m sorry, I can’t recall.”
“You know… I’m with Leiko to protect her. It wouldn’t make sense, but I’m doing what’s best for everyone.” Satoru begins, and Kaya’s eyebrows furrow. She doesn’t understand how he’s doing the best for everyone by dating Leiko. He’s probably letting himself believe that to boost his ego.
“I can’t fucking believe you.” Kaya shakes her head. “Just get out. You have nothing to do here anyway. She’s sleeping.”
“I’ll leave when I want to. I pay for this place, Kaya.” Satoru reminds her. And while they bicker, they fail to realize that you’ve woken up. You groggily interrupt them,
“Please argue some other time. I’m so tired.” They both look at you. “Why are you even here Satoru? It’s way past decent hours.”
“It’s only eight.” Satoru responds, making you roll your eyes as you walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Just wanted to check up on you and the baby… You’ve been ignoring my messages.”
“I’ve been ignoring the world. You can’t complain when I haven’t even been messaging my mom.” You answer, which lets Satoru feel a little better about the fact that he’s being ignored. “I’m not in the mood to talk, if that’s what you want to do. It’s best if you just leave.”
“Yeah… Okay.” Satoru says before he stands up and begins to walk to the door. Kaya watches, in disbelief at how easy that was. She wasn't able to accomplish it. “I’ll be back tomorrow!”
“Don’t!” Kaya yells at him, and you call out her name, and she looks at you a bit annoyed. “What?”
“Be nicer to him. He’s still going to be in our lives, whether we like it or not.”
“I wish he would die–” She mutters.
“Kaya…”
“Sorry.”
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Remembering | Tim Bradford | The Rookie
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
tw: some suicidal thoughts referenced (one sentence)
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“What do you know about your case worker, Kade Sullivan?” Grey said, still keeping his gaze on (Y/N) despite her looking away and back through the glass to watch Tim questioning Diaz. “We believe that he may have had some involvement into how Regina Diaz got to a position to leverage both you and the department.”
“Right. I never really saw Sullivan. He stayed away from me. I met him once, maybe twice. He likes to keep a professional distance.” She slowly answered.
Grey lifted his coffee cup up and took a small sip. “You’re a good judge of character, (Y/N). Did anything seem off about him? I know it was a while back but anything helps.”
“He seemed a bit odd, nervous even. But I put it down to him being paranoid about the operation. I mean it can’t be easy for these caseworkers to not have consistent contact with their UC’s.”
“What do you mean? Did you not check in with him daily?”
“No.” (Y/N) said, looking down. Now that she said it out loud, it was strange that Kade never requested to check in with her and Williamson often. “He wanted weekly check-ups. He never said why though.”
“Is there anything else? At all because the more you can remember, the less leverage Regina will have to bargain with us.”
“I’m sorry, Wade. I really am. I can have a look through some of my journals from that time, I think Tim kept them.”
Grey nodded his head. “Please. I guess it’s now down to Tim.”
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“Hello Officer Bradford, I’m glad to see you back in here again after your break. You kept me waiting for longer than I had hoped.” Regina said, posed as a wall of confidence as she had done during every other talk with the detectives. “I found it rather rude.”
“Not my problem.” Tim retook his seat opposite her. He had stepped out when Regina had started to get irate with him, he needed her as calm and rational, well as rational as a drug queen-pin could be, before he could get anything viable from her.
He remembered the day he had arrested her, how helpless and frightened she seemed. She was backed into a corner, but now she had a fighting chance and by God did she know it. “You wanted a deal. Let me say this one more time. Tell us about Kade Sullivan and I’m sure the District Attorney will be nicer to you.”
Regina smirked. “No. I have something you want. So I lay out the terms. You know what I want after our… exchange but I want something first. I think that is only fair, considering your situation.”
“My situation?”
“Oh you know. How (Y/N)‘s being back in LA will cause some problems for you and your colleagues.” Regina watched, laughing softly as Tim’s face twisted in confusion. “You really think that just because I’m sitting in handcuffs that I wouldn’t follow through on my threat.”
“Whatever it is, call it off. Now!”
“How about you do something for me first, Officer Bradford. Quid Pro Quo.”
“Fine. What do you want?”
“I want you to tell me how it felt two years ago when I forced (Y/N) to vanish. How it felt to lose your wife and not being good enough to find her.”
Of all the things he expected her to say, this was one of the last. He had thought that she would have asked to walk free, or a reduced sentence at the least, but she just wanted to relish in his pain.
She wanted to know how numbing it felt for him to filter by day to day, his reason to carry on with each day painstakingly stolen from. She wanted to enjoy the powerlessness he had felt when each lead led to another heartbreaking dead end. She wanted him to be reminded of each day, and how they got more and more painful as time went past. Her demand was a reminder of the nights he would drink himself to sleep because that was the only way he could close his eyes and not see (Y/N) face in his mind.
It was a reminder of how he couldn’t look at daisies without crying, or enjoy music, or find a purpose. It was a reminder that he had become a hateful shell of who he used to be, and that even though she was back with him, he didn't know if he would ever get that piece of his former self back. It was a reminder of how he planned for an easy way out for himself if the grief got too bad.
Regina wanted to remind Tim that she had taken it all away before, and that she could take it all away again. And she wanted him to admit that.
“So, Officer Bradford. What will it be?”
Tim launched himself up so he could lean down on the table and over her, “You should know how I felt. It was probably the same way you did when your husband died when the LAPD raided one of his warehouses. I was there that day. I took him, so you took her. But I got my wife back, but your husband is still six feet under.”
“How dare you!” Regina screeched, as she rattled in the chains, trying to find her way out of the cuffs. For the first time since she had been arrested, she lost her well maintained composure.
Tim took a step back from the table. “Thank you for cooperating. Prison transport will be here for you soon.”
“But what about our deal?! You won’t know what's coming without me.”
“I think we’ll be fine, Ms. Diaz,” Tim kept his back to her as he stopped at the door “because we now know that we were being hunted, so now we can prepare. So, thanks for the heads up. Enjoy prison.”
As soon as the door shut behind him, Tim leant against the door, trying to make sense of what had happened. Surely she was bluffing, they could monitor her calls and her visitation to try to not allow her to give any command, but if she was as intelligent and conniving as she had presented herself to be, she would find a way around it.
As he heard Grey and (Y/N) exit the observation room, he pushed himself off the door. Grey held himself strong, not showing any panic or concern at this stage, but his eyes darted in thought, clearly going over the possibilities of what could happen now. (Y/N) presented herself similarly, except her tell was the fiddling of her wedding band. She used to play with her engagement ring, but due to the dangers of the job and the possibility of it causing harm when in contact with a perp, she quickly replaced it with a plain wedding band, identical to Tim’s.
“So what now? You don’t really believe her, do you?”
(Y/N) moved to place her hand on Tim’s arm. “I wouldn’t put anything past her.”
“Then it’s settled,” Grey said, “We hope for the best and plan for the worst.”
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Is It Over Now?
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?
Author's Note: Part 3! :)
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You really should do something about your ceiling.
It looked dusty, and you found a spiderweb on the corner of it. You have been staring at your ceiling all morning, trying to comprehend if you really did agree to that stupid idea Joe had. You have been telling yourself to get out of your room and talk to Joe and let him know that you weren’t thinking straight. That you were just pissed off at your mum for being so annoying last night that was why you said yes to it. But how come you couldn’t do it? Was there some part of you wanting to do this because not only you felt bad for Joe but also because you knew it would finally get your parents off your back?
This was wrong. You would be lying to everyone.
You needed to go talk to Joe about this and let him know that you were backing out of the plan. You scolded yourself for a hundredth time because you just wouldn’t move from your bed at all. Finally letting your body lead you, you swung your legs over the bed and let it touch the cold wooden floors. However, discussing this to Joe wasn’t the reason why you finally got up from your bed. You grabbed a pair of leggings, a jumper, and socks and put them on. Grabbing your keys and your cap, you quietly walked down the hall and slid on your trainers and quietly walked out the door, closing the front door behind you.
You needed some air and knowing the fact that Joe was just down the hall from you was making your brain go a little more crazy than usual. You were just relieved that he was a heavy sleeper because then, he would probably have woken up from your silent footsteps. A conversation with him about last night’s agreement wasn't something you wanted to talk to him about right now. Walking out of your flat building, you were greeted by the cold winter air.
As you started jogging around your street, you started to think about how it wasn’t even as cold as it usually was in London. It didn’t even snow all December, and the holidays felt different this year without the snow. Climate change truly was changing the weather of this city.
Really? Were you really thinking about climate change right now?
You couldn’t help but chuckle at yourself for trying so hard to put your mind somewhere else just so you couldn’t think about your current problem.
After running a few more blocks, you stopped by at a small coffee shop to buy yourself some coffee and take a break from trying hard to push your thoughts away, which didn’t even help at all. Entering the coffee shop breathless, you were greeted by the delicious aroma of coffee and fresh warm pastries. You ordered yourself a cup and a small pastry before settling on the corner by the window. Your airpods stayed in your ears as you continued to listen to your music and drank your coffee.
Your eyes studied the people walking by the shop and watched a couple enter, holding each other’s hands. You then realize how the fuck were you going to do this with Joe? You weren’t an affectionate person nor know how to be affectionate with someone. You could barely do that with your friends and now, you have to play pretend with Joe? As his fake girlfriend? To make things worse, you weren’t an expert in relationships either, so how were you going to make sure that you were going to put on a good show as Joe’s fake girlfriend? The thought of Joe having to put his hand on you and kiss you made you cringe, sending shivers down your spine.
Ohmygod. You couldn't do this.
You couldn’t help but cringe again at the thought of you having to pretend that you like him like that. If you were going to do this, you might just do more damage than do more good in this agreement. All these thoughts started messing with your head even more. It made you settle on a decision.
You couldn’t do this.
Joe would just have to deal with the fact that it was over with Ivy. Joe just needed to accept that.
Drinking the rest of your coffee and walking out of the coffee shop, you told yourself that you have made up your mind and that you were gonna go straight home and let Joe know that this agreement was over. You just have to explain to Joe that you weren’t thinking well last night and that was why you agreed to it, and you still thought this idea was stupid and ridiculous.
“Shit.” You cursed under your breath when you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket.
You were almost back to your building, and your mother had to call you, didn’t she?
You honestly didn’t want to talk to her, thinking that Alex guy might just be with her again, but your phone kept buzzing as you let out a sigh and answered the call.
“What is it, mum?” Your voice sounded annoyed already.
“You couldn’t just hang up on me like that!” Your mum scolded you. “That was rude and it was rude to Alex!”
“Mum! I’m 28 years old for fuck’s sake!” You exclaimed through your phone as the person who just walked by gave you a weird look.
“Well, forgive me if I was just trying to help you!” Your mum argued back. “You aren’t getting any younger. Stop messing around and get settled for once!”
Your heart started beating fast as you felt yourself getting frustrated again. You swore if someone would take your blood pressure whenever you talked to your mum, they would probably worry about how high it would be. You walked towards your building, grabbing your keys from your pocket and started unlocking your front door.
“I’m not a baby anymore, mum!” You barked. “I know what I’m doing. I’m perfectly happy being single and I don’t need anyone in my life.”
You shook your head, hung up the phone and entered your flat. You found Joe sitting on the sofa, watching TV as you kicked off your shoes and set it to the side next to the front door. Joe looked over his shoulder and a smile tugged on his face the moment he caught the sight of you.
“There you are!” Joe announced, lowering the volume of the TV.
“Not now, Joe.” You stated, walking straight down the hall and into your bedroom.
Joe furrowed his brows as he saw the pissed off expression on your face and turned the TV off before following right behind you. He found you sliding your coat off and throwing it on your bed as you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.
Joe stood by your doorway and leaned against the doorframe and asked, “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” You murmured, sitting at the edge of your bed, exhaling another sharp breath.
“Something happened?”
You shook your head, scratching your forehead softly. “Just my mum pestering me about getting into a relationship or getting married already.”
Suddenly, the offer you made to Joe just made sense in his head. “Is that why you asked me to be your fake boyfriend? So, they could stop bothering you about this?”
You nodded your head, no words needed to be explained because Joe could already see how frustrated you were. He wondered how many times has your mum mentioned this to you. Joe thought too many times if you looked like you were about to just jump off your window from that phone call.
Gazing up to him, you cursed to yourself that you changed your mind again and wasn’t going to back out on this plan. It seemed like every time you wanted to say no to Joe, the universe found its way to give you a reason why this ridiculous agreement should happen.
So, you gave in.
“Well, don’t worry, we’ll put on a hell of a show for them.” Joe gave you a playful smile.
You chuckled softly and nodded your head. You couldn’t believe that you were actually going through with this. But maybe, you also have lost your mind, and you couldn’t help but blame your mother again for making you crazy in the head. Maybe you got it from her.
“Oh, we’re gonna go on our first date next weekend.” Joe added.
Oh god, here we go.
“Um…” You nodded your head and cleared your throat. “Is this… like an event or just a casual date?”
“Just a casual date at her favorite pub. I heard from friends that she’ll be there celebrating her new modeling contract.”
You nodded your head in understanding. Looking at Joe, you kept thinking to yourself that this man had truly lost his mind over Ivy but then again, you agreed to this crazy idea, so who were you to judge? Does love really make people do crazy shit like this? Or Joe was just obsessed with getting Ivy back? Either way, you knew in your heart that there was no way you would do something like this for a person who didn’t want you anymore. Especially, if they were acting like the way Ivy was.
“D…Do I need to wear something fancy?” You asked.
“No,” Joe shook his head. “Just wear something that you would wear on a pub date.”
Well, at least you didn’t have to worry about something extravagant this time. Joe did promise he would buy you those dresses and shoes when it came to the big events.
“Okay.”
Joe gave you a smile, his eyes studying you for a moment. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Forget the subject of the first date for now because you still looked a bit frustrated from your conversation with your mum. Though, he had noticed how your shoulders had slowly relaxed the moment he had started talking to you about a different subject. So, Joe didn’t bother pressing or asking you anymore about it.
The weekend didn’t come fast enough. You were stressed at work, and Joe had been out and about who knows where. He would come home late and sometimes, he wouldn’t come home at all on some nights. You didn’t mind it nor worry about him since he was a big boy and could handle himself. You wondered if he was spending his time trying to get Ivy back, or he was just with his friends.
You stood in front of your closet that Saturday night, wondering what to wear because knowing Joe, he would want you to wear something nice. Something that could invite Ivy’s attention when you enter the room. Your long thick wavy brown hair was falling nicely on your back after you had decided to blow dry it. Your makeup was not too much, and you decided to wear your mini black dress that hugged your curves. You bought that dress a long time ago, wanting to wear it somewhere and due to the fact that you were doing retail therapy at that time. The dress still had a tag on it, and you thought maybe tonight was a good time to finally wear it.
Sliding in your tall boots and long coat, you walked out of your room and found Joe waiting for you by the front door. Joe had occupied himself on his phone waiting for you to finish getting ready. You ran a little late because you couldn’t figure out what dress to wear, and you didn’t want Joe telling you that you looked too casual to make his ex-girlfriend jealous.
However, his reaction towards you was unexpected the moment he heard the heels of your boots clicking from down the hall. Joe immediately forgot what he was looking at on his phone as his eyes widened, and you could see that his jaw literally dropped on the floor. Joe had only seen you in sweats when you were at home or in your work clothes. He thought that you probably have dressed up like this before, but he just never paid attention.
You tilted your head and side eyed Joe as you snapped your fingers in front of his face.
“Hello? Earth to Joe?” You laughed softly.
Joe snapped back to reality as he blinked his eyes a few times and saw a playful smile tugging on your lips. You saw that look that Joe was giving you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. You sort of enjoyed seeing his reaction like this.
“Y…You look great.” Joe stumbled in his words.
You saw how Joe’s eyes studied you, and you ignored the fact that he was practically drooling over you, thinking how men were so easy to get on their knees with a little dress and makeup.
You walked around him and said, “Let’s go?”
Joe nodded his head, still trying to find words in his brain as you walked out of the door. The whole way to the pub, there was a comfortable silence between you and Joe, and your mind had been running a thousand miles, hoping that tonight wouldn’t be so bad. You didn’t actually know what to do once you arrived at the pub. Would you hold his hand? Would Joe hold yours? Should you make the first move? You didn’t know what to do, and you kept reminding yourself that this was all pretend and that all you had to do was act like you were really into Joe.
But that was the problem, right? You were a fucking chemist. Not a goddamn actor like Joe. All of this wasn’t in your category at all and all you wanted to do was jump out of the tube and go straight home. What if you actually jump off this tube on the next stop? Would Joe care? Maybe he wouldn't pressure you into doing this plan if you say no. It was Joe. He was nice and understanding, right?
God, you were really losing your mind.
Upon arriving at the busy pub, your eyes immediately found Ivy at the back corner of the place, and you immediately jumped as soon as Joe put his hand on the small of your back.
You still needed to get used to this touching thing.
“Sorry.” You whispered at Joe, leaning a little bit towards him.
“Please let me know if you’re uncomfortable.” Joe whispered in your ear, which seemed to catch Ivy’s attention.
Uncomfortable?
This whole thing was uncomfortable.
But this was your decision too! You did this to yourself, and you were here. There was no backing out now.
“I’m fine.” You replied. “Just need to get used to it.”
“Let me get you a drink.” Joe led you towards the bar, pulling out a stool for you as you settled yourself.
Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. At least you knew that you were going home tonight and would be sleeping in your bed. Not Joe’s, or anyone else’s.
But even if your back was turned towards Ivy, you could feel her glare burn at the back of your head and as soon as Joe handed you a glass of martini, you immediately drank it, letting the alcohol burn your throat. Joe stared at you for a second, a small smile tugging on his lips as he settled himself next to you.
“Are you okay?” Joe asked.
“Fine.” You nodded your head and ordered yourself another glass. “Looks like she’s just going to stare at me all night, hoping I’d die with her glare.”
Joe drank his pint of beer, side eyeing Ivy for a second before turning back to you. “Just let her be for now.”
He could tell that you were a bit nervous, so he tried to change the subject so that you weren’t so focused on Ivy. She wasn’t his priority right now. You were. He was the one who dragged you into this mess and seeing Ivy at the corner having fun with her friends, Joe’s mind was starting to think if this was such a good idea. Maybe you were right. He really was mad for making up this idea in the first place.
“So, how come you don’t want to have a boyfriend anyway?” The question that Joe asked you made you almost choke on your drink.
Joe couldn’t help but laugh softly, handing you a napkin. He hasn’t seen you this nervous before. Actually, he hasn’t seen you like this at all. You weren’t the only one who was sort of nervous because Joe could see the confidence that radiated through you the moment you had slipped on that dress tonight. It was like a whole different person sitting in front of him right now. Not his flatmate that he’d watch TV and eat pizza with on a Saturday night. It was you. The real you that he didn’t really see much because he was mostly out of town all the time.
“Oh?” You laughed. “Is this what we’re doing? Are you going to pull that same card my mum does with me?”
Joe couldn’t help but throw his head back a little, letting out a belly laugh. He shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
“I’m serious.” He stated. “How come? I mean you’re funny, pretty, kind… I’ve seen some guys in and out of the flat sometimes but they were never serious?”
You shrugged and drank your martini and said, “It’s fine that way. Just a bit of fun. That’s all.”
Joe pursed his lips as he tried to figure you out. For some reason, he couldn’t seem to understand you, and you could see how he was struggling at it too. You laughed softly, nudging him on the leg with the tip of your boot.
“Stop that.” You implied. “It’s not that serious. I just like it that way. That’s all.”
You made sure that you were sticking to that reason, but Joe didn’t believe you at all. Your eyes were saying something else, and he just couldn’t figure out why, but he didn’t force the subject. He just let you believe that he believed the words that you were telling him.
“How about you? Why Ivy? Why can't you just let this one go?”
Joe shrugged and looked over his shoulder to see Ivy laughing with her friends, opening a champagne bottle. The truth was that hearing your question out loud made Joe realize he didn’t even know why he wanted to chase Ivy so bad. Was it because she challenged him? Kept him on his toes? But he didn’t even like that. He didn’t like how Ivy would act up, so she could get his attention. Hearing your question, he now started questioning himself if he really had gone too far. If Ivy also had gone too far with her acts that it made him act like this.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I just really like her.”
Plain and simple answer. Even though he didn’t know if that was the truth anymore.
You nodded your head and ordered the both of you another round of drinks. You tried to understand why Joe really wanted Ivy back because ever since you both arrived at the pub, she hadn't even paid attention to him. Sure, she would look from time to time, but it seemed like she wasn’t even bothered that you were with Joe. This was the woman that was jealous of you. One of the reasons why she broke her relationship with him. You wondered if there was another reason why she didn’t want Joe anymore. A reason she never told him.
As the night went on, you learned more things about Joe like how much he struggled with his job sometimes because of the media and his fans.
“Not that I don’t appreciate or love my fans.” Joe sighed. “It’s just that sometimes, it would be nice to have my own privacy.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s not fun having your picture taken from a distance and then strangers talking about every move that you make.”
Joe scoffed, drinking his beer. You weren’t the only one who was learning more about Joe because Joe was also learning that you have a younger brother that was two years younger than you. One year of being his flatmate, and he didn’t even know that about you. You talked about how he got married too early with his high school sweetheart but ended up in divorce because she cheated on him. Told Joe that he was also unlucky in relationships and even if your parents were still together, you knew that one of these days they would end in divorce too because of how much they fight.
Little by little, Joe was now starting to understand you. Understood why you said what you said earlier about relationships. You never really been in a healthy one nor had seen one in your life.
What a shame. He thought. You deserved better.
Not that his current relationship with Ivy was healthy too. Maybe you both needed to learn to be in one.
As you took a sip of your—probably— fourth glass of martini, you watched as Joe’s eyes shifted towards Ivy at the corner of the pub. Looking over your shoulder, you saw how she was now flirting with a random man, and she wasn’t just flirting. She was touchy too. Her eyes would linger on Joe from time to time, and you could tell that she was doing this to piss him off, and you could tell that it was working because Joe was now clenching his jaw as he drank the rest of his beer and ordered another one.
Getting up from your seat and feeling a little looser now that the alcohol was the only thing running in your blood, you stood between Joe’s legs, your hands on both his shoulders. Suddenly, Joe’s chocolate button eyes widened as he gazed up at you. He didn’t know what was going on or what you were doing, but he could tell that it was working. Ivy was now staring at the both of you.
You leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Sitting here isn’t going to make her jealous.” You gazed down at Joe and said, “Kiss me.”
Joe stared into your eyes for a moment before crashing his lips onto yours. You kissed him deeply, running your fingers through his curly hair as Joe’s hands found your hips and pulled you close to him. Both lips moved together, and you didn’t stop. His soft lips made your stomach turn in a good way, and Joe kissed you like he was hungry for more. You didn’t know what it was or what feeling that you were feeling at the moment, but you were also hungry for more as you continued to kiss him deeply, pulling him closer as if there was still a huge distance between the two of you.
Your heart was beating fast, and you pulled away breathless, setting your forehead on his, staring into his eyes. This was all pretend. You reminded yourself as your eyes shifted to Ivy, who was now leaving with her friends and with the random man she was flirting with. As soon as she was out of eyesight, you took a step back and grabbed your drink, drinking the rest of it. Turning back to Joe, he sat there staring at you because what the hell was that? That was one hell of a kiss, and you were standing there in front of him acting like nothing happened? Like that kiss just didn’t happen? That maybe you were the actor because he, an actor himself, couldn’t even comprehend that what just happened was fake.
“What? She never kissed you like that before?” You teased him.
Joe picked up his drink and murmured through the edge of his glass, “Or anyone before.”
You heard what Joe said crystal clear, and you held in your smile as you pretended that you didn’t hear it. If you were being honest to yourself, you were sort of proud of what just happened.
“You’re not going to go after her?” You asked.
Right, Ivy.
Joe snapped back to reality as he looked over his shoulder and saw Ivy leaving, but he didn’t move from his seat. He stayed. He stayed there with you.
He chose to stay with you.
“No,” He said with confidence in his voice. “She’ll call or text me later.”
You nodded your head and didn’t say anything else. Both of you ordered one more round of drinks before finally leaving the pub since Ivy wasn’t there anymore. There was no more reason for you two to be sticking around. The plan had already worked, and she would call Joe tonight or tomorrow and maybe, this whole thing didn’t have to go on for too long because you also couldn’t help but think about that kiss.
Arriving back to your flat, you slid off your boots and made your way towards your bedroom with Joe following behind you.
“Hey,” Joe’s voice was soft as he gently grabbed you by the wrist. “Thank you for tonight.”
You gave him a tight lipped smile and said, “You’re welcome. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Letting your wrist go, Joe watched you enter your room, closing the door behind you as you exhaled a sharp breath. It was only the first date, and you were terrified of what was going to happen for the next one. Laying on your bed that night, you stared at your dark ceiling, your index finger gently brushing your soft lips. Your mind replayed that kiss you and Joe had earlier, and that terrifying feeling started creeping up in your stomach again.
Pushing the thought away, you kept repeating to yourself that this was all an act.
Fake.
Faux.
It was all just pretend.
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Hello! May I please request a fluffy one-shot of Tony Stark x sweet fem!Reader in which they’re soulmates born with the same tattoo (sage & a red rose together) and it takes the Avengers team to get them together?
Thank you for the ask!! I hope you enjoy :)
Pairing: Tony Stark X Sweet Fem!Reader.
Summary:After hearing about your tattoo being the same as your soulmate you were in search of him, never did you think it would be the leader of the avengers.
You were walking out of a cafe running late for your first day on your new job, when you ran into a tall dark haired man spilling your coffee all over his vest. "oh shit i'm sorry sir" you quickly grab the napkins and he says as you clean his suit off. "No it's fine don't worry I have plenty more"
You stood up in this outfit.
You smiled as he cleaned his shirt. "I really am sorry! here let me pay for your coffee" He looks at you. "thanks but I was here meeting someone not buying coffee"
You nodded rubbing your arm. "have a good day" He smiled. "thanks you too"
You turned and walked away mentally slapping yourself on what just happened. Goodness you were being nice by offering.
You got to the tower and Nat smiles. "Y/N! hi I'm Natasha" She held her hand out and you shook it. "Nice to meet you Miss Romanoff"
"oh please call me Nat everyone else does" You nod. "Nat"
"okay so your files tell me your willing to go on missions uh? have you ever fought anyone?"
"Just to fight off robbers and wanta be bad guys" She nodded as she sat at the table. "so you are a fighter uh?" You laughed softly. "yes ma'am"
She smiled as she scrolled through your file. "hmm..you have tattoos?"
You rolled up the sleeves of your sweater "Yes" Nat leans closer looking at it and says. "it's beautiful" You smile. "I have one of a sage plant on my neck too"
You turned around holding your hair up. "Wow" She said. You turn back to her and say. "I don't know where it came from but my mother says I was born with it...something about a soulmate thing but I don't believe in that silly thing"
She smiles. "you never know until you find that person"
She looks at you and says. "well if you want to follow me I will get your room ready"
"i'll be staying here?" You asked standing up. "yes we have so many rooms so we try to fill them up with the team" You two walked down the hall and Steve walks out. "oh Hi there beautiful I'm Steve"
He held his hand out and you shook it. "y/n nice to meet you Steve" He smiles. "Nat who is she?" "she's our new teammate she needs a bit of training but she'll be on a mission or two soon"
You smiled. "it's nice to be here" Steve smiles. "just don't let Tony know about this cutie sorry he is such a playboy"
You nod. "I'm sure I can handle him no worries"
The next day you settled into your room very quick and the team welcomed you with open arms and Wanda quickly buddied up with you and so did Nat.
You walked out of your room in this outfit. (just the jeans and shirt)
"Morning" You said grabbing a cup. Tony walks in and yawns. "ok who turned the lights on when I was sleeping?"
You look at him. "I did it's past eight am so I thought some would like to get up early, i'm sorry if I woke you"
Tony blinks at you. "Coffee girl?" You feel a slight burn on your neck. "hmm" You rub your neck and tony says. "whats going on? my neck is burning" You watch Nat walk into the room. "You found your soulmate"
Tony glances at you walking to you he grabs your arm looking at the tattoo on your arm. "soulmates!?" You were in shock. "I don't believe in that! Why would he be it anyway? I don't know him"
"I find it cute that your here and so is he" Tony let's go of your arm. "Sage...where is it?"
"my neck" You turn showing him it he says. "it's glowing...what does that mean?" You let your hair fall on your shoulders. "I don't know" Nat smiles. "they do that when your near your true soulmate"
Tony glances at you. "I see well y/n i'll see you around then" he turns to walk away when you feel faint. "tony" he turns and looks at you. "hey hey i'm here" You lean on the counter. "i'm sorry I just felt like passing out when you started to leave."
Tony frowns. "is there a way we can be away from each other without feeling like this??" Nat shakes her head. "not that I know of"
"Shit" He said under his breath. "what does this mean?" You felt panic in your chest.
Steve walks in. "what's going on? you guys are so loud" You smiled at him you and Steve were just like bff's and that's rare for him to find someone he didn't fall in love with.
"Soulmates" Nat said. "tony i'm sorry for all this" he looks at you. "No don't say that it's ok y/n" He smiles at you. "I always wondered who my soulmate was...I'm glad it's such a cutie like you"
Over the next few years you two grew closer and closer as soulmates, you never believed in that but after meeting tony, you never believed in something so much like this. 🥰
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l. kennedy || an extra shot of espresso
warnings: i might’ve written leon as a caramel macchiato kinda guy idk, umm idk what else, leon being a little awk, yn being a lil weird idk. if i missed anything, lmk!
"here's your light iced americano and a delicious blueberry scone. have a wonderful day," you beamed as you graciously presented the chilled coffee and pastry to the well dressed woman. with a swift nod of gratitude, she accepted the offerings, mouthing a swift "thank you," and proceeded to take them from your hands.
you glanced out through the glass windows, keeping an eye on everyone passing by. you were on the lookout for that guy who used to show up at the shop like clockwork, but it's been a good three weeks since you last saw him around.
every time he visited the café, he'd place an order for the exact same thing. it was all part of a little game you played, pretending to forget just to have the delight of hearing his charming voice, again and again.
the evening was growing late, and you were getting ready to close things up in about ten minutes. your coworker had already punched out an hour prior to closing, which left you all on your own.
with your manager being out sick, he knew he could rely on you. so, you stepped up. you grabbed the money tray from the register and headed to the back to begin counting the money.
the doorbell chimed with that familiar jingle. "hey, sorry, but we're just about to close. i've already shut down all the machines," you started to explain, but then your words trailed off as your gaze locked with his – leon. it felt like forever since you'd met eyes like that.
"bad timing?" he chuckled. "no, not at all! i kinda use that when i'm not in the mood to serve anyone. but for you, I'm more than happy to. don't worry."
"aw, thanks," you practically melted on the spot. "well, you already know my usual," he chuckled, stepping closer to the counter and fishing out his wallet.
"yeah, but i like hearing it from you," you hummed, tapping in his order. in your head, you couldn't help but think, 'did I really just say that?' your eyes shot up to meet his. "uh, i mean, sorry about that. yeah, um, a medium caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso and extra caramel."
all you could make out was a faint smirk on his face. "that'll be ei—" you began, but he cut you off. "eight twenty-seven, i know," he said, handing you a ten-dollar bill. you returned one dollar and seventy-three cents in change.
"keep it, my treat," he chuckled softly, gently placing the money back in your hand. his other hand slipped under yours, forming a cup as he poured the change back into your palm, as if it were delicate as water.
"wow, a whole dollar and seventy-three cents... all for me?" you grinned, playfully looking at leon's warm smile. you stashed the change in your apron pocket before heading over to switch the machines back on, letting them warm up once more.
“so, why are you here so late? you usually come here in the afternoon.” you attempted to make small talk, looking over at leon as you brewed the two shots of espresso.
"you even remember when I usually drop by?" he chuckled, crossing his arms. "yeah..." why do you keep blabbering? "i've been away for work stuff. just got back, luggage's still in the car," he shared, strolling around the café a bit, stretching his legs.
"—i've been missing you and the way you make my caramel macchiatos," leon chimed in. you grinned to yourself, adding a generous amount of vanilla syrup to the drink. "i'll make sure this one's just as special as the rest," you assured him.
the café lingered in silence for a moment until leon broke the quiet atmosphere. "so, when's your next day off?" your eyes widened at the question, caught off guard. you didn't quite know how to respond, but the question did raise your curiosity about his intentions.
"um, next tuesday," you replied, deftly drizzling caramel into the macchiato. "yeah? i was thinking maybe you'd want to come over to my place. i could cook something up for you, you know, since you’re always making those delicious macchiatos for me," leon stumbled over his words, appearing more disoriented than you'd ever seen him. then again, you hadn't really exchanged more than a few words with him before.
“i’ll consider it..." you smirked, finally capping the cup. grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser, you pulled out a sharpie from your pocket and jotted down your number.
“caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso and extra caramel for, leon.” you smirked, making sure the napkin with your number was visible. “thank you. sorry, i came so late, i wish i gotten here sooner.”
“don’t worry, you made my night.” you nodded, picking up the cash register tray once again. “same here… i guess i’ll call you then~”
“i guess so.”
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Good Morning Coffee – Seth Avett
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Steve just couldn’t get a break, could he?
This customer was ridiculous, truly. They were gonna run out of sugar at the rate he was going, and they were a coffee shop. They ordered enough sugar to supply a whole neighborhood’s worth of sugar.
It was like each week he changed his order just so, adding a touch more or “oh yes please add whipped cream to that” (as if they hadn’t learned the first time that he absolutely needed whipped cream, even that one time he got a black coffee. Which, to be fair, made it not a black coffee).
Steve got the impression he was a funny guy, for all Robin laughed and laughed each time he came to the window. He made Steve wish they were the kind of coffee shop to ask for people’s names, or wish, for just a fleeting second once or twice a day, that he could hear well enough to actually take orders through the headset. And, damn him, this guy only came in during the morning rush and only through the drive thru. Steve didn’t really know anything about him, besides a guess at outrageous dentist bills and a glimpse or two of dark, curly hair piled in a high bun.
So Steve just made this man’s coffee around eight o’clock every morning, and wondered.
- - -
“Steve, you’re squinting.”
“Shut up Robin, I’m fine.”
“Have you taken your meds yet?”
Steve turned his back to her, eyes focused on the screen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Robin cross her arms.
“Steve, my beautiful friend. Take your medication.”
“Rob, really, I’m ok—”
Bells.
Steve turned around with a smile, launching into his spiel before he’d even fully turned around. And when he did, the words died in his mouth.
“Hello welcome to Groovy Gary’s—”
Dark curly hair. Silver rings. It was the sugar guy. He was. Wow. He was something else. He had tattoos, his outfit all black, piercings and bracelets and and and—
Reboot, Harrington, stop staring.
“Hi!”
Too chipper, Steve. Robin smothered a laugh from where she was covering the window, and Steve wanted to melt into the sticky floor.
“Hey there.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face and Steve was only sort of annoyed by it.
“How can I help you?”
Act natural Harrington, act natural. He tried to lean against the counter and put his hand directly into the cup of stopper sticks. Sugar-guy saw. Shit he definitely saw. Steve cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows.
“I was coming in for a coffee.”
Steve bit the inside of his cheek to keep from rolling his eyes.
“A coffee? I don’t know, we might be low, I’ll have to ask Robin if we have any in stock.”
A shit-eating grin.
“You remember my order?”
“How do you know it’s me making it?”
Sugar-guy glances around behind the counter. It’s only Steve and Robin, as it’s almost always only Steve and Robin. Except on—
“Except on Thursdays. That grumpy guy makes mine on Thursdays.”
Steve laughs.
“Keith.”
“He hates me.” His voice is full of despair, and Steve laughs again.
“Wow, what are you gonna do? You’re not every baristas favorite customer.”
“Am I your favorite customer?”
Steve pretends to think, tapping his finger against his chin.
“Well man, you never get the same thing in a row, but your variations are definitely interesting.”
“You know my variations?”
Sugar-guy is looking at Steve up through his lashes, hair pulled across his mouth, barely hiding the grin.
“Do you only eat sugar?”
Another laugh.
“Hey, I order black coffee sometimes.”
“Dude, you order it with whipped cream. That’s not black coffee.”
A car horn blares outside the drive-thru window. Robin comes up on Steve’s right.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Steve, it’s Mrs. Click. She’s spitting mad already, which I don’t how that’s possible because it looks like she just rolled out of bed. They wrong side of the bed, maybe.”
“Oh Jesus, ok.” He turns to sugar-guy.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I never got your order.”
“Oh, nothing for me today. Got something for you.”
Steve tilts his head and automatically takes the things Eddie holds over the counter. With a wink Steve barely catches, sugar-guy’s walking out the door. Steve looks down at the…napkin? The folded napkin. He unfolds it.
Eddie Munson 432-9090
Steve doesn’t stop smiling all day.
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Part One
Part 2
Based off of my little idea of an Sagau where the Creator is a friend of the reader's from their own world. You can read it here. This is a little long, but I feel that it's necessary to set the scene before going into the plot. I haven't done creative writing in a while, so I hope it's at a good readable state. I don't think there's anything to warn you about, but if there is, let me know and I'll update it.
1.7k words, excluding this introduction.
The hum of fluorescent lights fills the quiet office space, interrupted by your thoughts and the sounds of typing and paper shuffling. It had been a truly awful day.
The HR and customer service departments' phone lines and power had gone out in the early afternoon, and prior experience in both had lumped the workload onto the shoulders of you and your coworkers. All you wanted to do was go home. Even the warm sunny day and Cecil’s quiet humming were serving to worsen your already sour mood.
“Well everyone, it’s going to take longer than we thought to fix the issue, so we’ve got two options for you. You can work late tonight, get paid overtime, and get tomorrow off, or you can call it quits for today and head home.” The IT man nodded in agreement as your boss explained away the situation. “Just let me know by closing time.” Quiet groans permeated the room at the thought of staying late, but not coming in tomorrow was certainly a tempting offer.
“I’ll stay.” You pipe up quickly as your boss begins to leave. She pauses and turns around, appraising you with her unwavering gaze, as though observing your credibility.
“Anyone else?” Empty stares meet hers, the humming ceases, and an air of hesitance is her only response for a long moment. Raising an eyebrow, she turns to the door to leave.
“I’ll keep Y/N company.” Gene pipes up from beside you. “It’s no good being alone in a big office anyway.” You give them a nod of acknowledgement, also serving to convince the boss that you’re enthused about staying late. It’s a long moment before she breaks her gaze from yours.
“Is that everyone?” A few more of the older coworkers join in as the clock strikes five, and soon the life in the office blinks out. The boss returns to her office a few floors up. Far enough to not supervise effectively.
Gene had immediately put on elevator music after the boss’s exit, and began a push to finish the customer service work, which you were thankful for. It was always good to have some motivation. All that was left at this point was to make a list of the companies you couldn’t call this late and to finish checking the HR reports.
“Almost done?” Gene leans across their desk, reaching out to spin the papers on yours around to look at. “Nice.” Sliding the papers back, they look around the empty office. “When we get this done, would you like to play some Genshin?”
“Sure.” Your reply is loud in the quiet room. The devices and sound of people working renders an indoor voice small. “Your world or mine?” The fluorescent lights hum quietly overhead.
“Dunno. We’ll figure it out when we get home and log on.” The work goes by slowly, the tapping of the keys and rifling of paper sounding as the clock ticks on. Seven o’clock, eight o’clock, nine… “Done!”
Glancing up briefly as you finish organizing the reports, you see them exit the office, entering the break room. “Where are you going?” You call out quietly. Fluorescent lights hum a dull tune as you wait, clicking your mouse as you shut down the office system and open up the game. Using their back to push open the door, Gene reenters, holding two paper coffee cups.
“I figured I’d get us something to keep us up. If we’re free tomorrow, what’s to stop us from staying up playing Genshin?” Kicking the door shut, they flounce over, setting your cup in front of you. The pleasant aroma of hot chocolate escapes as you remove the lid.
“Are we gonna use the work computers or go home?” The pair of you had been friends for years, and recently roommates, as house prices were only increasing. You both pitched in on rent for the apartment, saving the money that didn’t go to rent or necessities to find a nice home so that you could potentially get another roommate. Gene had even pulled a few strings to get you this job, so it was safe to say that the pair of you were close.
“The boss is probably waiting for us to leave first, so…” Gene shrugs, taking a sip of their drink, spinning slowly in their chair, soon turning once again to face you. “Let’s get home and see if the update finished.”
“Got it. Let me grab my lunchbox and we can head out.” Pulling on your jacket, you go to the break room, grabbing your lunchbox from the fridge. Shutting off the lights in there, the dull hum lessens. Picking up your hot chocolate, you push open the office door, using your foot to hold it open for Gene.
“Thanks.” You exit the building, shutting off lights as you go, the hum lessening with each flick of a switch. The streets are loud despite the time, as all city streets are. Cars passed, each one with its own destinations, men and women called for taxis, others opting for the metro system instead, swiping their cards once and being on their way.
Taking public transportation wasn’t so bad, provided that it wasn’t too crowded. Unlike the senseless chatter of vehicles on the topside, the metro acted as the quieter underbelly of the city. Finishing your drink, you threw the leftover cup away as the pair of you waited for your train to arrive.
“Oh, I can’t wait to get home.” You groan, rolling your neck in an attempt to release the tension that rests there. “Get into pajamas, get some water, and just brainlessly explore Fontaine.”
“Want me to make something when we get home?” You don't respond as the train pulls in, doors opening and a straggler or two filing out as you entered, instantly finding a seat to sit on, relinquishing all strength to the anxiety and annoyance of the previous few hours.
The ride is silent. The stop soon arrives and you both get off, Gene wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you exit the subway into the poorly lit neighborhood. The apartment isn’t all that far or difficult to get to, and you’re soon at home, changing into your pajamas.
Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you exit into the small living room, where Gene is setting up your desktops and getting the game going. Curling up on the couch, you scan the screen. You had been doing commissions in Mondstadt last time you’d played, having left Lumine and Paimon to wait by the Adventurer’s Guild. Glancing at Gene’s screen, you make a request to join their world.
“It’s Diona’s birthday.” Your remark snaps Gene out of a previously unnoticed thought.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot. Wanna do something for it?” They accept your request, and Lumine pops up in their world. Adding Diona to your party, you run circles around Gene’s traveler, Aether. Although Diona could get annoying, this was a tradition for you, and you weren’t about to break something that got your mind out of the ‘surviving life’ mindset.
“We could go to the Cat’s Tail, make a few wishes, then make a few drinks.”
“Sounds good.” Adding Diona to their team, you both make your way to the quiet restaurant while pausing briefly to check if you have the ingredients to make a drink. The game never specified if the drinks you could make were alcoholic, but it didn’t really matter with some imagination, did it?
After an hour or two of doing commissions and cooking, you had reached enough primogems to reach that final intertwined fate for a ten pull. Upon opening the gacha system, you were met with a strange sight. There was a search bar along the top, leaving only the standard banner on the main page.
“Did they say anything about a gacha change on the Special Program?” Looking over at Gene, you realize that they’ve already seen it.
“Give me a name.” They look over at you, hands positioned to type. "A five star.”
“I dunno.. Wanderer.” It soon pulls up the banner, which had passed a month or so ago. The gacha system is up and running for it. “Try an upcoming character.” You continue on this experimental run. Past and upcoming banners all show up, names of characters that haven’t released or been leaked yet.
Gene take out their phone to take a photo, and… nothing shows up. As far as their phone is concerned, the computer is dead. But it can’t be a hallucination, right? After all, you’re both seeing this.
“Well, let’s do a couple of pulls before lights out, hm?” Searching up Yoimiya, they do a quick ten pull. The blue stars streak across the screen, a purple one appearing along with it, melding into gold. The built up anticipation of the upcoming five star washes away as a familiar silhouette fills the screen. “Oh, Qiqi! I don’t have her yet!”
“Try again. You’ve been saving for Yoimiya for a while.” You set off on some of your own pulls, albeit with less success. Despite the guaranteed pity, you land in a web of Mona, Jean, and Tighnari constellations. And soon enough, you’ve stayed up much later than you intended.
Gene’s soft breathing cues you in that it’s gotten far later. Glancing into the kitchen, you see that the stove reads 11:10. Looking down at your friend, you grab the throw blanket and lay it over them, then beginning to shut down the game. Yawning, you close out of the gacha system and open up the menu, Paimon doing her usual tricks on the side. The exit game icon is gone.
Probably another new update that you missed. Too tired to figure it out, you opt to just shut down the desktops instead. The screens go white, the line up of elements blinking a pale grey before becoming a bright gold light.
You close your eyes tightly at the invasion of harsh light, flinching back from the desktops instinctively. Your ears ring, and you hear Gene stirring due to the light. Reaching out blindly, your hand comes into contact with something… warm. It grabs your hand harshly, jerking you forwards as you reach back, grabbing Gene for support. Then the tight grip on your arm releases.
You open your eyes. Your apartment is gone, replaced by a soft golden light around you. Below you is a vast world, extensive landscapes and cities sprawled beneath you, with the subtle shapes of people in the lights between buildings. The night of this world is beautiful. Gene grasps for your hand and you look over at them. Face filling with concern, they can only mouth their words. Where are we?
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He (Tom Blyth part 2)
summary: the stranger strikes again! is it fate or is it just coincidence?
Being late for my 20th century literature class was not in my plans, but I certainly wanted to stay in the comfort of my warm, cozy bed. I contemplate whether I should go to college today, my mind doesn't really care, and it leads me to think of him again. Why does he continue to haunt my dreams if I know I will never see him again in my life?
The phone rings. My breath slows down as I see an email informing me that Mr. Karinsky, who is responsible for giving literature lecture, was unable to attend the faculty today, and his substitute will be in charge. The class is rescheduled for nine-thirty in the morning. My watch reads eleven past eight. I rub my eyes to wake myself up and sit up in bed.
When I walk into Angelina's it's already ten past nine, plenty of time for a drink. At the cash register I am greeted by a teenager who looked like she lacked a good night's sleep. I ask for a latte.
- Name? - she asks, eyeing me up and down
- Y/N - I tell her -
- Y/N? -
- Yes - I hastily add - If you can do it quickly, I'd appreciate it -
She angrily puts the plastic cup on the table and smiles at me sarcastically.
- How much is it? - I ask, taking out my wallet
- Ten dollars -
- On the sign - I point to the top of her head - it says five.
- Oops,- she grins wickedly, - We forgot to update the prices -
Now it's my turn to laugh. Ten dollars for a coffee, yeah, right. I grab the bills from my wallet but someone else leans the cash against the table before me.
Danice, please - a man asks her lovingly - Charge her five and give me another one too, okay? -
NO. NO, NO, NO, NO! Him again.
Danice smiles at him as she takes out another plastic cup and writes something illegible.
- Of course, sweetheart -
Sweetheart? I turn her head to look at him in the eye and he's gone. What just happened?
- Sorry for the inconvenience, miss - he says as he looks up - Ah! - he laughs - It's you!
- Yes, thank you - I manage to answer - again -
- No problem- he offers me his hand - My name is Tom. Nice to meet you -
I take his hand - Is it possible that everything about this man is perfect? His hands, soft as a baby's; his manners, those of an English monarch. The suit he was wearing today, an icy blue like his eyes, pressed to excellence.
-I'm Y/N - I informed him - Y/N Y/LN-
-Beautiful name for a beautiful woman - he says happily - It's as if an invisible string unites us and makes us meet again, isn't it? -
I am stupefied, however I try not to look like a fool, and I look at my watch. I'm late.
-Yes, yes. Sorry Mr. Tom, but I'm late for class - I yell at him as I'm backing up to the door - Nice talking to you! -
- Wait! - he follows me - do you know how to get to the Williams Center? -
-Uhh - shit, it's part of my university campus - Yeah, I study there -
-Fantastic, let me come with you - he says cheerfully - I have to give an audition there and I don't know how to get to it, do you mind? -
Oh, God.
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