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lilacsandwhiskey · 3 years

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Simp prompts "it's okay, I promise, I'll be here when you wake up" for Drake x Riley. I don't care who says it to who...

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Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks

A/U where Riley was previously in Drake’s life while he was in college, until the day Leo showed up at his door and whisked the man away. Riley never even got a goodbye. This takes place after running into each other in NYC that night when she’s his waitress.

Warnings: smutttty, angst, trash writing, language, did not proofread:)

prompt from simp softness prompts from @soulmemes

Riley was mad at herself. Furious actually.

When Drake walked into the restaurant she worked at, the thought crossed her mind to walk up and slap him across the face. Or kiss him. Or cry. Or all of the above.

But instead, she walked up, cool, calm, and collected. Drake found that more terrifying than anything. The four men sat at the table, Drake’s eyes practically bugging out of his head, while the other three took part in a conversation among themselves - something about one of them almost died at the top of the Empire State Building or something like that.

The table was already frustrating from seeing Drake, but the remarks from the one with the slicked back hair and fancy suit made it almost unbearable. Drake finally spoke up, ordering for the table before skittishly saying Riley’s name in question.

“Yes, hi Drake. I’ll be back with your drinks.” Riley attempted to look unbothered but as soon as she turned on her heel away from the table she wanted to throw up.

“Stop it!” Riley cried out for the sixth time while Drake pinched the sides of her hips, making her laugh uncontrollably. “Fine, fine.” He pulled Riley into him, lifting up one of her hands with his own and staring at it.

Riley finally caught her breath. “What ya thinking about in that pretty little head, Drake Walker?” Drake played aimlessly with her fingers, looking at her through his dark eyelashes. “Just a future with you, Brooks.”

It was only weeks later that the brown-headed Cordonian boy left without a trace, without so much as a word or call. Soon, Riley’s number couldn’t make it through the dial, and she was left to heal a broken heart on her own. She hated the idea of Drake. The way he held her so close the night before he was gone.

She’d buried her head inside his chest, asking for an answer for what they were going to do after graduation. Graduation was still over a year away but Riley couldn’t help but to think about what was going to happen when they walked across the stage.

After several words of affirmation, Drake held Riley close, kissing her forehead. “It’s okay, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And then he wasn’t. When Riley woke up, she recognized that the bed was colder than usual, she was free to move around on the small twin xl bed. She figured Drake had left to get something from his room, as this wasn’t like him at all. When an hour had passed by with no trace, no call or text back, she resulted to contacting his roommate.

Riley recalled the sobs that fell from her lips when his roommate was frantic on the phone, mentioning that there was not a single thing left behind except for the clothes he’d left in Riley’s room. They searched high and low for a letter, a note, something, but came up with nothing.

Now here she was, facing the boy turned man that had broken her heart into tiny little pieces. Riley went to the back of the restaurant to control her breathing before facing her past again.

After their order had been delivered, Riley took it upon herself to begin closing up, starting with wiping down the bar and tables. All of this in attempt to occupy her mind. That changed when the blonde who you’d only assume was his friend, Liam, that’d you’d seen in pictures on Drake’s desk, walks up ready to pay for the meal for everyone. Thankful that everyone was told to wait outside, Riley engaged in the casual conversation with Liam.

“So you’re the infamous Riley?” “So, that’s what they call me in your parts.” Riley responded, swiping the credit card through the machine. Liam could only grin, but there was no doubt that he could see why his friend fell so hard for her. Of course he’d gotten to know her over phone calls and video chats when she was in Drake’s room, but seeing her in person, watching the way she was able to pull herself together so quickly in what must have been a hard moment, Liam knew why Drake never stopped talking about her.

Drake hadn’t said her name in well over a year, but Liam had caught his friend stalking her social media just months ago. “Look, I’m sure you have a thousand assumptions about the man, but I promise he didn’t leave you. He had to leave behind a life he created over something he had no control of.” Riley scoffed, Liam noticed she was barely taking in the excuse. “If you love someone, you don’t leave without a trace. It doesn’t matter anyway, that was college and many years ago. Not like it means anything now.”

After leaving a rather large tip, Liam thanked Riley for her patience and hospitality before heading out the door. Liam noticed that Drake had separated himself from the group, wandering around and staring up at the sky as if he was searching for something. “Ready to go?”

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Riley felt her phone buzz in her pocket for the eighteenth time, she was sure. When she clocked out, she finally slid her phone out of her pocket, revealing several text messages from Cassie. Riley knew a brisk call would be better than even attempting to read through all of the messages.

“Cassie, what gave you the idea that texting me a thousand times was okay?” “Look, you have to come out with me tonight. Sarah bailed and you know I don’t want to go clubbing alone.”

Riley mumbled goodbyes to the cooks who were closing up, placing the phone between her shoulder and ear. “Cassie…” “Please, I’m begging.” After the night she had, she thought it could be a good idea to get her mind off of things, aimlessly flirt with some guys and get some free drinks. “Meet me at my apartment in ten so I can get ready.”

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The driver followed his directions that Maxwell had given to the club. Drake sat with his head at the window, staring at the lights, wishing he could just go back to the penthouse and fall asleep for the night.

“Drake..” Liam pulled the man from his thoughts as he looked over to his friend. “Why didn’t you say something?” “It was clear she didn’t want to see me. And, who knew we’d run into her anyway? That was the last thing I’d expect in this city.” Drake replied, sitting further back in his seat.

“Did you expect her to welcome you with a hug and kiss? Dude, she got her heartbroken. And I feel just as guilty because I know why you came back but she deserves something.” “Can we just drop it?” Liam shrugged his shoulder with a slight scoff, knowing this was how hard-headed his best friend was.

As they walked into the club Maxwell had sought out, Drake felt the dread enter deeply into his body. Individuals dancing on others, music blasting through the speakers, nothing but the smell of too much perfume, alcohol, and sweat. Drake pushed pass his friends to sought out the bar, where he’d occupy for the rest of the night.

Drake reached the bar, taking an empty seat as the bartender diverted his attention to him as he cleaned a glass. “Whiskey, please.” Drake placed his elbows on the counter just as he heard a familiar voice coming up behind him.

“You tricked me, Cass.” “I knew you wouldn’t come if you didn’t feel bad for me. Sarah may have changed her mind, okay.” Drake turned his head the other way, in hopes she didn’t notice him. He couldn’t help but side-eye her though, taking in the tiny emerald dress that was hugging her body - instead of the baggy t-shirt and shorts she was wearing prior. Her hair was pulled out of the loose bun and was now laying down her back in loose waves.

“Whiskey, please.” She sighed. Drake smirked, knowing he was the one who got her hooked on a simple glass of whiskey. Then he heard a groan, knowing she’d looked and noticed him. Drake cleared his throat. “You following me, Drake?” A very Riley thing to ask.

“I wish I could say so, but my friends dragged me here.” “Thought so, you always said this wasn’t your scene.” Riley air quoted as she talked, nursing the whiskey that had been placed in front of her. She never made eye contact though. “You know, I never thought I’d see you again, and now that I do, I don’t even know what to say. Maybe… Fuck you?” Drake almost let out a laugh, nodding his head. “Guess I deserve that.” “Yeah, no guessing. Flat out.”

Drake admired her for keeping herself calm and collected. Drake himself was about to pass out from his nerves of being so close to the one girl he’d loved the most. “It’s been five years. You’ve changed a lot.” “That’s what happens to people, typically.” Riley remarked. “Can we talk?” Drake blurted out. Riley still didn’t make eye contact with him. “Please, I just.. I need to be honest with you.” “For once in his life, Drake Walker wants to explain himself… wants to be honest. What does me the honors?” “Brooks.” “Fine, lay it out.” She patted the table. “Not here.”

Riley’s eyes finally met his face. “You think I want to go somewhere with you?” “You once trust me, didn’t you?” “Yeah, once.” “Trust me again.” “It doesn’t work like that, Drake.” Drake nodded his head. “I get that but please, just not here.” His eyes wandered the room. “Fine.” Riley shoved herself from the table, Drake scrambling to leave some bills on the counter before attempting to catch up with her. She had dragged who looked to be her friends to the side who were eying her with devious smiles, in which she returned with a slight shove.

Drake shot a quick text to his friends that he’d meet back up with them later. When Riley was out hailing a taxi, she still had yet to say a word to him from leaving the table. The ride to whatever location made Drake’s heart wrench. When they pulled up to a brick building, Riley handed the man cash and got out quickly, Drake on her heels.

Shockingly, Riley had managed to feel comfortable enough to bring Drake to her haven, her home, in the midst of New York. “Welcome to my humble abode.” She stood in her studio apartment, leaning up against the counter as she watched Drake observe the room. “Much different than your dorm decor.” “Yeah, not so much into patterns anymore.” Riley replied.

The silence between them thickened. “Okay, Drake, I didn’t invite you to my place so you could stalk around trying to take in the bits of me you missed out on. You said you’d explain yourself. And I’m tired of waiting.” Drake found himself speechless. “See, you don’t even care to say anything. After all these years, after the heartbreak and the hurt you put me through, you can’t say anything. Do you know what you leaving did to me? Do you know how much it hurt to plan a future with someone then wake up to no trace? Hell, I get we were kids but come on, that doesn’t mean it didn’t affect me.” “Riley…” “No, I gave you the chance to talk. I’m taking my opportunity. Do you know how low you have to be to drop the girl who’d do anything for you? I was willing to wait for you. I was so patient with you, for you to come around to your senses that we belonged together. I was there. Do you-“ “Dammit, Brooks.”

Drake moved swiftly, crashing his own lips on Riley’s in efforts to shut her up - and it worked. Drake rested his hand on her cheek, the other on her back pulling her into him, suddenly reminiscing on the times that those lips had been all over him before. Riley slowly lifted her arms up to tug the back of his head, before finally coming to her own senses and pushing him away. “What the hell, Drake?!”

“You wouldn’t let me talk and I need to get this out. For five years, I’ve wondered about you. I’ve thought nonstop about you and what we couldve been. I regretted so much, recognizing that we could’ve been fucking married by now. Isn’t that crazy? Yeah, we were two college kids who couldn’t get enough of each other but I met you and I knew you were special. You wanna know why I left? Because my best friend needed me. I couldn’t tell you what was going on because it’s confidential what goes on in his life. I couldn’t bring you home to meet my family because I didn’t have a home - I lived in a palace with my best friend because my mom couldn’t take care of me and my sister. That’s the truth. My best friend needed me and just like I always do, I went back. I ran. And I missed out on the greatest thing in life but I couldn’t tell you. I was sworn to secrecy.”

Riley stared, lips slightly opened, tears brimming her eyes. “Brooks, I’ve thought about you every single day. Liam told me how stupid I was to leave you, I knew how stupid I was, but I needed to be back. I needed to be in Cordonia. But that didn’t change the way I felt. I thought about you… every damn day.” Riley swallowed hard before stepping just a little closer.

“I’m not saying this will fix everything or hell, I don’t know if you ever want to see me again, but just know I never wanted to leave you. My intentions were to start my own life with you. It’s been five years but that hasn’t stopped me.” Drake took his own step closer to the love of his life, closing the gap between them. “Show me.” Riley said above a whisper. “Hm.” “Show me that you never wanted to leave.”

Drake’s body crashed into Riley’s before picking her up and setting her on the counter. “I never stopped loving you.” Drake mumbled between kisses, moving his lips desperately to her neck. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He never thought he’d see this girl again much less be kissing her.

Drake swiftly brought her from the counter, holding her body close to his as she mumbled directions to her room. This was real.

Drake laid Riley on the bed, careful to make sure she was really in front of him. “Are you.. are you sure?” “Yes.” Riley shimmied quickly out of her small dress, laying back on the bed before urging the man in front of her to prove her wrong - that he did care all this time. Drake felt his heart jump as he slowly hovered over her, kissing her neck, down to her breasts. His fingers slowly traced down her arm, to her stomach, right above her underwear.

“You are so beautiful. Always have been.” He said. Drake slowly caressed the skin above her waistband before inching his fingers down to her heat, slowly sliding a finger in, causing her to arch her back. Drake kept his mouth placed on her own as she let out small desperate moans. This was it.

Drake managed to slide a condom out of his wallet, giving a few pumps before putting it on. “Brooks, are you sure?” “Yes.” Riley consented. With a long kiss, Drake slowly pushed inside of Riley, managing to fit his entirety into her. Gasps came from both of them, wide eyes staring into each other. “Are you okay?” “Yes, go on.” Drake slowly began rolling his hips into Riley’s, moans slipping through both of their lips.

This was different. It wasn’t two horny college students handling their frustrations. This was two adults who needed each other. Two people who were made for each other but didn’t know how the world would work to make it happen. And here they were riding out their highs together, Drake collapsing on Riley as she pulled him into her.

Her hands found his curls, twirling them around on her fingers, recognizing that she hadn’t felt this in a long time - and never thought she ever would again. After the moments they spent together, Riley found herself getting insecure.

Barely any conversation had been held for both of them to really understand what this could be or what realm had just been opened. He still very well lived across the world, and they both had growing up to do since the last time they saw each other. Of course they were different people, but who were they for each other now?

A silent tear escaped Riley’s eye as the man on top of her steadied his breathing, getting up quickly to clean himself up. Riley scooted over, bringing the blankets to cover her body. When Drake joined her again, he wrapped an arm around her, placing kisses to her forehead. “What is it?” He asked, noticing her tears. “Where does this leave us?” “We’re gonna figure this out, Brooks. I’m not leaving you again. It’s okay, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up. We both need to understand what this is and could be and who we are now. All I know is, I’ve missed you, Brooks. And I hope you missed me too.”

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absurdthirst · 4 years

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Do you ever write characters in an AU setting? If so, could I please request Oberyn in a Modern!AU? Thank you!! 💙💙

***I don’t know how this turned out...so let me know.

Intriguing

Y/N was just a housekeeper. Often overlooked by the wealthy patrons of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. It wasn’t hard for them. After all she was just “the help”, to be used or chastised, but never actually treated like a person.

The worst of the abuse had come from the Lannisters, the family that actually owned the hotel. They lived on the top floor and were her employers. The socialite, the “Queen” of high society for NYC, Cersi was the worst of them all. Often she would be ridiculed or harassed for mistakes that others make, receiving a sharp slap if she dared to stand up for herself.

But she couldn't quit. HR would never believe her, the Lannisters were untouchable. And unfortunately they paid just enough to make her grit her teeth and bear it.

Until the day that he checked into the hotel.

The entire staff was abuze over the arrival of Oberyn Martell. The flashy playboy wildchild of the largest rivals of the Lannisters. His staying at their hotel was a pure power play. A way to get under their skin. Martell International was engaged in negotiations to buy one of the Lannister properties, the Seven Kingdom’s Resort in Barbados.

Everyone knew there was bad blood between the families. A nasty history that was whispered about behind hands. A scandal about Oberyn’s sister being killed at a wild party that was thrown by the Lannisters at the exact resort that Oberyn was there to purchase.

The penthouse was supposed to be empty. At least that was what the printoff said. So Y/N had used her keycard and entered the suite.

Champagne bottles and glasses littered every available surface of the suite. Room service had set up a veritable feast on a sideboard, picked halfway clean by those that had partied in the room.

Y/N huffed. She had been given an hour to clean the suite. It would take four or five other people to clean the mess made by spoiled rich brats. But of course they were short staffed today, Cersi had demanded that her little brunch she was throwing for her bitch friends be completely covered. A servant for every single person in attendance. For all forty of those “friends”.

Charlie, the housekeeping manager, had almost cried when the hotel general manager had shuffled 20 of their maids to be pressed into service for the party. He had tearfully begged Y/N to take the executive suites, knowing that she could handle most situations efficiently by herself. So here she was, hands on her hips as she stares at the disaster in front of her.

Y/N growls in annoyance as she wheels the cart further into the suite and gets out the bathroom cleaning tray. It was always easiest to start in the bathrooms and work her way out. She doesn’t knock, there’s not supposed to be anyone where. So when she pushes open the door to the master suite, she gasps in shock.

There are...bodies everywhere. Men, women all naked and intertwined on the massive bed. All of them asleep, save for one.

He’s devilishly attractive. Closer cropped chestnut hair, silver threaded throughout the slightly curly locks. A thin strip of hair lines his jaw, bringing attention to the sharp lines of his face. The aquiline nose sets very nicely with the wide brow and intrigued eyes.

He unfolds his body easily from the rest and stands, unashamed of his nudity. Y/N flushed hotly as the lean and golden skin hypnotized her as he smirked.

“Oh! Mr. Martell, please forgive me. I was told that the suite was cleared for cleaning.” Y/N stammered as her gaze darted to the floor.

Oberyn chuckled as he reached for the bright yellow silk robe that was draped carelessly over one of the suite's many overstuffed chairs. He shrugged it on and tied it loosely as he picked up a silver cigarette case that was adorned with an intriguing symbol. A sun with a spear. The same symbol that adorned all of the Martell International holdings.

“My dear, I did not realize the Lannisters would be so brazen in their attempt to sway me.” His eyes flickered over her briefly as he took out a cigarette and put it to his lips. The light flared to life as he lit the smoke and took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke.

“But I must say, they know exactly how to tempt me.” He comments as he blows the smoke out, smirking at the NO SMOKING sign that was right by his head before turning back to her.

She didn’t understand why he wasn’t yelling, cursing her for interrupting his interludes and sending her away. Threatening to have her fired, something that she heard at least three times a day.

Instead, Oberyn walked closer to her. Only it was more like sauntered, or stalked. Either way, she knew that a predator had her in his sights. His eyes were alight with mischief as he reached out and lightly trailed a finger down her arm.

“Feel free to join us. You look like you hate the Lannisters as much as I do. ” He quipped. “You will do just nicely.”

Y/N couldn’t deny that Oberyn Martell was intriguing. A shiver ran through her body at the wicked delight that was promised in his chocolate eyes.

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kristannafever · 4 years

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The Private Eye and the Princess - 6

Kristanna modern au - NYC 1989

Rated: MA

WC: 2377

Chapter Index

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You made me a promise!

Why had he done that anyway? He never promised Betty a thing and here he had promised Anna he would solve all her problems. Why? Because she flashed him a pretty smile? He went through hell for so long that he didn’t think he was going to make it, then Anna shows up and he forgets that all in an instant?

She really was doing a number in him. He swore that he would never let her find out about how he had failed Betty, but one look at her suddenly panicked eyes as she reminded him about his fucking promise, broke his last resolve.

The truth came out of his mouth in an exhausting parade of words. Easily more than he had talked in the last five years combined. It hurt to tell her. It hurt a lot. She cried, she looked horrified, she looked disgusted… she looked like she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, and honestly that was a bit of a relief.

“That’s probably why you didn’t sleep. And I can’t apologize enough for putting you in this situation,” Kristoff finished, then heaved a heavy sigh. “I just wanted you to be safe, but it was wrong and I should have told you before… I… I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I… I am sorry. I am so very sorry.”

His voice was hoarse and his throat felt raw. There was no response on Anna’s half required and none was expected. She would ask for him to take her back to Hans now and he could go back to his pathetic life.

Maybe she would even slap him. He would let her. He certainly felt he deserved it.

Silence stretched on while he waited. The table had one big wood knot in the middle, a little closer to where Kristoff was sitting, and he continued to study it as he had been for the last few moments of his twisted tale. It pained him to think she hated him. He wished he could have done more for Anna. He wished he could have been a better man for her.

“It wasn’t your fault, Kristoff.”

He huffed a sarcastic laugh, not daring to meet her eyes. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything awful to you, there’s no need to lie. I’ll take you wherever you want, don’t feel like I’m going to leave you stranded in this shitty fucking neighbourhood. I’ll pack your stuff in my car and drive back to your Penthouse or the better parts of Manhattan. Wherever you want to go. I kept my horrible past from you, Anna, but I am not…”

He was about to tell her he wasn’t a monster. Then again, he certainly felt like one at the moment.

The chair across from him shifted on the cheap linoleum she walked around the table towards him. It was all visible from his peripheral vision but he was still unprepared to have her suddenly standing beside him. His heart quickened in his chest.

“I am so sorry that happened to you, Kristoff,” she said. “But you have to know that it was not your fault. It was horrible and not fair, and I can’t even begin to imagine what you had to go through. No one should have to live through that. I need you to know that I don’t hold you any ill will for not telling me. You are trying to protect and help me. How could I ever fault you for that?”

She was breaking his heart and he still couldn’t meet her in the eyes. He swallowed the painful lump in his throat, resisting the urge to let the tears spill over.

“It wasn’t your fault, Kristoff,” she repeated. “Even though I am sure you will continue to blame yourself no matter what anyone says. It was not your fault.”

He nodded, struggling to swallow past the excruciating pain in his throat. He was so close to letting the dam break. Part of him knew that it wasn’t specifically his fault, but guilt was all powerful.

“I… I still need your help.”

That finally brought his eyes up. He studied her face and found the sincerity he was looking for, thinking it would make him feel better.

It did not.

He was the one who had put her in this tight spot after all.

“I did a little digging this afternoon and found out he has a charity function tonight. Lots of people and a pretty tight guest list so I can’t slip inside. But I plan to tail him when he leaves and hopefully catch a break.”

Anna nodded, looking down at him. “I will go with you.”

Kristoff choked, much like the first time she said that to him.

“I won’t say it again, Kristoff, because I feel like you don’t like hearing it. Just please don’t blame yourself. I don’t.”

Kristoff found the knot on the table again as a tear escaped his eye. All he could do was nod.

Anna walked out of the kitchen and he sat there, burying his face in his hands as more tears came. His heart ached at her intuition, leaving the room knowing that he needed a moment to himself. No matter what he did in his miserable life, he would never deserve the love of such a beautiful person like Anna.

~ ~ ~

Kristoff finally came out of the kitchen when Anna finished lugging all her bags to the front door. She paused when he did, his eyes wandering the scene and realization dawned on him, making him look crushed.

“Please understand, Kristoff. I meant every single word that I said. But I can’t stay here.”

He shook his head quickly. “Of course not, I would never expect you to. I… Jesus, I am so sorry for ever taking you here in the first-”

“Kristoff.”

“Right, right. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. As I said. Just name a place.”

“How about yours?”

“M-mine?”

Anna nodded. It was weird, the crack in his voice and his wide eyes would make her smile if their current circumstances weren’t so terrible. “I would feel safe there.”

He stared at her, mouth gaping, clearly unsure of what to say. “You don’t know… I mean, my neighbourhood…. my shitty apartment… it’s probably filthy… I don’t event think I have any food…”

“We can get take out,” she interrupted him as he started to shake his head. “Please? I really don’t want to be alone,” she prodded with a soft voice.

That brought his lips together and the tornado back in his eyes. Anna waited, thinking she was going to have to think of somewhere to stay after all, when he whispered “okay.”

~ ~ ~

He was shaking by the time he pulled up to his street and found a spot to park. He hoped Anna hadn’t noticed.

This was bad. This was really, really bad. He never took Betty to his place with the silly notion It was just safer at his office, but after what happened with her, he made a solid vow to himself that he would never get that close to anyone ever again. And that meant never having anyone in his life know where he lived, especially his clients.

This was wrong.

Why then, did it feel so right?

Anna grabbed her large shoulder bag while Kristoff handled the big suitcases and took them quickly up the two flights of stairs to his place. He placed them down in the hall and reached into his pocket to grab his keys, taking a deep breath to calm his jittery nerves.

Once inside he took a quick look around his pathetic space to make sure there wasn’t anything he quickly needed to clean up. Aside from an overflowing ashtray on the coffee table and an empty highball glass, the place was tidy.

He took Anna’s bags into his bedroom and put them on the floor, suddenly wishing he had a clean set of sheets to put on the bed. He could wash them, but he didn’t have time for that right now.

Anna was waiting in the middle of his living room when he came out, looking at him closely.

“What now?” she asked.

“Well, um, I need to be somewhere at seven. Then stake out the charity thing and tail him from there.” He shrugged with his hands out. It wasn’t much of a plan and he knew that.

“Then we have a couple of hours to kill. Do you mind if I use your shower?”

“No, of course not.” Kristoff went to the little linen closet in the hall. At least he had clean towels for her. He grabbed a stack, three big ones, two little ones and a wash cloth… he had no idea how many she would actually need, then handed them to her without being able to look her in the eyes even though he wanted to study the spots on the top of her cheeks where she had wiped away her tears, thinning the makeup there.

She retreated to the bathroom and Kristoff went to his liquor cabinet and tossed back a full glass of whiskey.

*****

He was sitting at his kitchen table, reading the newspaper when she came out of the bathroom in fresh clothes.

And a clean face.

Kristoff’s heart nearly stopped to gaze upon the make-up free skin. His mouth popped open and he dropped his eyes as soon as he realized, worried she would see his shock. Was he even ready to see her in such a way? It had been all he thought about, and now faced with the reality, he found himself timid. He found himself unworthy. Still, it wasn’t enough to prevent his eyes from lifting back to her on their own.

His gaze travelled first from the bottom of the v of her low-cut blouse, to her neck, and finally, up to her face.

Suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“Kristoff, are you okay?”

The alarm in her voice brough him crashing back to reality and he realized he had the newspaper bunched up in tight fists. He sucked air back into his lungs and reminded himself that he needed this to remain professional above all else. Even more so now that she would be staying in his apartment and sleeping in his bed.

“Fine.” He cleared his throat. “Hope you had enough hot water. Runs out quick in this old place sometimes.”

“I did, thank you.”

She took a seat at the table across from him and he could not stop staring at her exposed skin. Every freckled inch of it. God, he didn’t think she could be that gorgeous.

If only her hair was its natural colour…

“Are we going to eat before we go? I’m kind of hungry.”

He shook his head slightly, collecting himself. “Oh, yeah, for sure. I will order some take-out. What, uh, did you feel like?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Anna leaned back in the chair. “I’ve never eaten take-out in this city so I don’t know what I would like.”

“Okay,” Kristoff said, thinking of where he usually got food. This was good, think about anything but her incredibly beautiful soft-looking skin. “There’s pizza, Chinese, Italian… any of those strike your fancy?”

“You can choose, Kristoff.”

He nodded. Right, she hadn’t tried any of it. He thought about Italian since it would be the closest thing that he could imagine to the fine restaurants she dined in, except the food truly wasn’t all that good. The Chinese food was great and the pizza was… well, pizza. In the end he ordered from the Chinese restaurant the next block over. Not knowing what the hell she would like, he ordered a lot, checked his wallet when he was told the total, had to take two dishes off, then finally hung up.

When he went into his living room where Anna had retreated as soon as he picked up the phone, and found her sitting on his couch petting his cat.

“This is Sven?” Anna asked, eyes wide and smile as bright as he had ever seen them, while she scratched the feline’s head.

All he could do was nod, taken aback by the scene. The little animal looked to be in heaven.

“He is so sweet!” Anna cooed. “What a handsome fellow. You are so handsome, aren’t you Sven?” Anna turned her eyes to his. “You didn’t tell me purrs this much.”

If that wasn’t a goddamn sign, Kristoff didn’t know what was.

He had to sleep in his office a few nights when he was seeing Betty on the sly because his building was being fumigated. Sven hadn’t minded the change in living arrangements too much. Probably because Kristoff’s office stunk just as much as him as his apartment did. Sven was only there for three days but every time Betty was in his office, the cat seemed on edge. He even hissed when she tried to pet him. At the time Kristoff thought it was just because Sven didn’t like new people; he never really been around anyone besides Kristoff after he took him. What the hell was he witnessing now, then? Had Sven sensed something back then that he didn’t? Did the cat know something?

Jesus fucking Christ, man. Listen to yourself. You sound fucking crazy.

Suddenly it didn’t feel crazy though. Aren’t people always talking about animal intuition? Him and Betty were crazy about each other, but did they really know one another? The answer was no. All he really knew was that she was a damsel in distress and Kristoff had the means and the knowhow to save her.

He suddenly had to wonder about a lot of things he probably should have considered long before now.

“Kristoff?”

He looked at Anna. When had they started being on a first-name basis anyway? He was getting way too close to her and this was getting dangerous. He couldn’t think straight when he was distracted and that was one thing that he could bet money on with being around Anna. Especially now that he could see her beautiful freckles.

“I need a smoke,” he mumbled, and went back into the kitchen to have one.

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#the private eye and the princess #cee wrote this mess #kristanna #kristanna modern au #kristoff #anna

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Always You | Self Paragraph

Triggers: death mention, suicide mention, alcohol mention

Mentions: Nicola Slone ( @nicolaeisms ), Cleo Lopez ( @cmlopezofficial ), Lauren Sloane (NPC), Delilah Daniels (NPC), Jacquline Daniels (NPC)

Where: Nic’s Penthouse | Manhatten, NYC

When: Sunday 9th August 2020

Marissa glanced across at the clock on the nightstand as she slowly swung her legs off the bed and sat up with a bit of a groan. 04:32am. She yawned and sighed, moving her head from side to side to loosen her tight neck. She had only slept for a few hours, but honestly that was far more than she was expecting to sleep considering what day it was. After the party on Friday evening, the three of them had spent almost all of Saturday in each others' arms, talking through everything... Talking about the vineyard. Getting away from the city later on in the evening held a small amount of relief for Riss as she ran her hands down her face and then glanced back to her sleeping partners. She wanted to tuck those few loose strands of hair behind Cleo's ear, to give the now almost completely faded scar just beside Nic's lips a kiss... But, she didn't want to wake either of them up. She smiled a little and just watched them for a moment, thinking about how maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad...

The gallery owner stood up and stretched her back out as she pushed her feet into some slippers and headed through the penthouse to the kitchen, flicking on the coffee machine as she walked past it to the sink. She turned the water on and cupped her hands beneath the stream, splashing it up over her face once it started to pool in them. Riss did that a couple of times, the cold water waking her up and giving her features a bit of life to start what was undoubtedly going to be a long day. She was always up at this time in the morning. It was her favourite few hours of the day, the quietness of it, the knowledge that almost everyone else was sleeping... It had a level of peace that she never found at any other time. This morning though, as the coffee machine clicked and clanked into gear and began to brew, that peace was laced with loneliness. Riss turned the tap off and dried her face off with a clean towel from the drawer beside the sink and then walked over and leant against the island counter and watched the dirty brown caffeine drip into the cup for a moment. She sighed heavily and blinked her attention away and up to the ceiling. Her arms crossed over her chest and she just allowed her mind to drift.

She wondered what she'd be doing right now if that train had managed to stop in time, if someone had managed to grab Delilah like her now-therapist had been able to grab her. Would they have finally tried to work things out? To give in to what they had? Or... Would they still be playing the same game they had always played? Would Delilah still keeping leaving, only to come back and leave again when things got too real? Would they ever have been enough to make her stay? Would she have been enough? She had so many questions that she just desperately wanted answers for... Where was Jack? Delilah's younger sister... Where was she? Was she okay? Was she... Alive? The thought that she might not be was too much to think about, too much to even bare. The coffee machine clicked off and Marissa snapped her eyes to the cup underneath it, now full off coffee. Her fingers slipped through and wrapped around it's handle, and she carried it through to the guest room where she had been keeping her closet whilst they had all been staying at Nic's.

Riss slowly drank the coffee and got changed, slipping into a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie that had once belonged to Hayden. She put the now empty mug on the side and wrapped her hands in the material of the sweater as she walked through to the living room quietly. Riss knelt down by the coffee table and took one of the bits of paper from the stack in the middle and wrote a little note. 'I've gone up to Manhattan. I'm okay... I'll be back soon. Love you both - Riss'. She sniffed a little and brought the note up to her lips, giving it a kiss before placing it down on the table and putting a coaster on its edge so it won't blow away if a breeze whips through from the balcony.

Marissa had a short conversation with the security, telling them where she was going, that she knew one of them needed to follow her but that she didn't want him to interrupt her at any point and to keep his distance. Then, she went down to the garage and got into her Jaguar F-Type convertible and pushed the ignition button. The other good thing about being up so early in the morning? There was no traffic. She was able to drive through the city almost without stopping, making her way up to the place she used to call home. There were times where she missed the life of being in the Upper East Side, of the glamour that used to decorate her life so heavily. But, she knew she couldn't cope living back in this part of the city again. Especially not without Nic and Cleo. As she pulled up outside the gates of the churchyard, the time on her watch ticked over to 6am. She sighed as she stared out of the car window at those gates. There was this fear still, even though she hadn’t had a relapse of seeing Delilah for a while now, that coming here... Today... Maybe she should have brought Nic and Cleo along... She glanced at her phone and the thought of texting them crossed her mind but then she looked back at the gates and shook her head. This wasn’t the place to bring them...

With a sharp inhale, Riss opened the door and got out of the car. She pulled the hood of the sweater up over her hair and then gripped the fabric around her hands and crossed her arms over her chest as she walked towards the cemetary. A moment of hesitation happened when she reached them, but she knew she needed to do this, otherwise it would just be on her mind all day and all through their trip to California. Slowly, she walked through the plots of land, making her way through the headstones until... Delilah Daniels. The lump in her throat was impossible to ignore now, the way her hands trembled just from reading her name. She sniffed and wiped her eyes quickly before looking around. She wondered whether Jack was here somewhere... Whether she was even still in the city... But, the only person she could see was the security guy stood by the gates. She sighed and looked back to the headstone and shook her head a little as she gently dropped down onto her knees and then sat down on the morning dew coated grass.

“Hey baby...” She whispered gently, trying a bit of a smile as she pulled her knees up into her chest. “I’m gonna try not t-- to cry because I know you always hated that,” she scoffed a little bit and shook her head. “You hated feelings in general but... I just... I miss you so much, and I-- I’m sorry that... I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t see the pain you were in... I didn’t-- do enough... Fuck...” Riss breathed out heavily as she wiped her eyes again with her sleeves. “But, I also just... I was so angry at you for such a long time and that feeling, the anger just ate me up inside but-- I’m done, Delilah... My Delilah-- If you were alive... I would have forgiven you by now... I would have made us talk about it and,” she couldn’t help but give a sad laugh, “you would have hated me because of that... If you survived... I know you would have hated it if I ever said I was the one who was sorry... I know you also-- you and Lauren... Thank you... For bringing them in to-- to do what you couldn’t do... And it’s--” there was no point trying to wipe away the tears now, they were freefalling. “It’s okay, Delilah... It’s okay that you couldn’t-- love me like.. Like I loved you... I get it... I understand... It’s okay...”.

Marissa tried to get a hold of her breathing, elbows resting on her knees, head in her hands as she just quietly cried at the foot of the grave of the person she loved more than anything or anyone else. “Maybe... We were always meant to say goodbye-- we were never meant to... Grow old, to have and to hold... I just wish we were-- I just wish it was supposed to be you... I wish it was us... I miss us-- I miss you...” She clenched her jaw tightly as she ran her hand under her nose and then wiped under her eyes again even though it was a bit of a redundant task. Then she just sat there... Quietly... Somewhat hoping that maybe she’d feel a hand on her shoulder, that maybe Jacquline Daniels would come to her side and say something utterly stupid, but somehow the exact thing Riss needed to hear... Just like she used to. The longer she sat there, the hours that just seemed to go by in a click, it became clear that just... Wasn’t going to happen. She glanced at her watch. 11:34am. She’d been sat here for over 5 hours and hadn’t even noticed. Riss knew she needed to go back to Kingsboro, not only did they have a flight to get ready for but Nic and Cleo were probably worried about her by now.

But, whilst she was here, there was one more thing she needed to do... For herself. She pushed up from the ground and wiped the grass off from her jeans before placing a hand on the top of the headstone, bending over and placing a gentle kiss on it. “I’ll always love you... It’ll always be you...” She muttered, hesitating for a moment before finally pulling away, swallowing down the lump that formed in her throat again. The walk back to her car seemed to take twice as long as what the walk the opposite way took but eventually she was back in the Jag. She turned it on again and pulled out onto the road, glancing in the mirror and seeing the black car following her.

The roads of the city were now packed with traffic, people getting on with their lives. Riss fucking hated traffic, and she’d certainly not missed how bad it was in Manhattan. It took half an hour to drive three blocks, so by the time she’d finally arrived at the property and parked up on the side of the road she was already pissed off. Stretching as she got out of the car, she ran her hands down her face before walking into the apartment block. She told the security guard to stick around in the lobby, what number apartment she’d be in if there was an emergency and how long she was going to be. Then she took the stairs up to the second to top floor and got to the door of the property that had once been Delilah’s, of the property that she hadn’t been in for two and a half years. Was Jack here? Riss pushed the key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open a little and slipping inside.

What her eyes fell upon caused her to stop in her tracks. It stopped everything. Her breathing, her heart, her mind. There was... Everything was destroyed. Glass littered across the floor, picture frames smashed on the floor. Her legs slowly carried her through the apartment, furrowed brows and a hitch in her breathing. There were bottles everywhere, the TV was cracked, ripped pieces of paper now whisping across the floor because of the breeze from the open front door. “What the fuck...” She muttered and then swallowed thickly. “-- Jack?” Riss called out as she glanced into the kitchen where some cupboards were wide open, where plates were smashed in the sink and on the surfaces. “Hello?” She shouted again. What the fuck had happened here? She couldn’t help the tears that pushed out of the corner of her eyes as she walked through into the bedroom and looked at the unmade bed, the feathers from the pillows decorating the carpet.

She came back around to the living room, dropping down on the couch among the chaos as she tried to make sense that the one place she had put off coming back to had been destroyed. By who? She had no idea. There were no windows open, no doors broken, the front door had no signs of being broken into. Her thoughts went to Delilah’s sister, she still had a key, but-- this wasn’t Jack... This wasn’t who she was... Jack living in this space? Maybe even clearing it out completely? She’d believe that... But this... This was-- she swallowed thickly as the thought took hold in her head. This was more like something she’d do... But... She hadn’t been here for years-- right? Her eyes suddenly flicked up to the top corner of the room, cameras... She’d installed cameras when she had decided that she couldn’t stay here anymore... Just incase...

Marissa pushed herself up from the couch and ran through the apartment to the little study on the back of the bedroom and turned on the computer that was in there. It took a little while, but eventually it clicked on and loaded up. Her shaking hand took hold of the mouse and double clicked on the CCTV programme. She felt fucking sick. She felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. There were only a few entries on the log; the cameras being motion activated. The last one was... August 9th 2019... On her anniversary last year... Marissa felt the color fade from her skin as she clicked on it and the footage started.

Her hands came up and over her mouth as she watched herself coming into the apartment... She had-- no recollection of this. Even watching it now she couldn’t remember this... She was drunk, that much was clear, she couldn’t even walk in a straight line. God, what had she done to herself... What had she become... Riss found her head slowly shaking from side to side as her whole body trembled and her eyes flicked between the screens, watching herself wander through Delilah’s apartment. She was crying, both right now and back then. Tears streaming down her face. How-- how could she not remember this? Then, she jumped as the woman she couldn’t even remember took a picture off the wall and threw it across the room and then... This rage... Marissa couldn’t-- she couldn’t take her eyes away from it but she also couldn’t bare to watch... Her breath kept catching in her throat until eventually she couldn’t even see through the tears.

She practically fell out of the chair, down onto the floor and scootched back up against the wall as if she was withdrawing from something. Her entire body jerked as she cried, the sounds of things smashing and the sounds of her own yelling playing through the speakers. Her hands clasped over her ears as she shook her head desperately, as she gasped for air, as tears made the burgandy sweater look even darker that it was. “Stop-- stop it-- stop-- stop---” She pleaded quietly, rocking back and forth until eventually, after half an hour or so, she heard the sound of a door shut through the speakers and she looked up and the video cut out to black.

Then, she remembered... She remembered because... She knew where she was going, back then-- that was the start of the end... She was headed to Central Park, to the subway station, to the same one where Delilah killed herself... She was going to follow her... Over the edge. For so long, she had no idea how she had ended up there, no idea what had lead to that-- through countless therapy sessions at the hosptial she tried to speak about that day, about this day... She couldn’t... But-- this was it... The rage... Marissa fumbled through her pockets, she knew that if she didn’t do this now, she might slip-- she might not be able to later... She pulled out her phone, scrolled down her contacts to Nicola. She opened up their messages and sent an Apple Maps location ping along with just three words...

I need you.

#self para #sp; always you #always you #c; nic #c; cleo #delilah

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optimizche · 5 years

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Sinful {Part 1} (Kim Junmyeon x Reader)

[For the reader who requested the Priest Junmyeon fic. I shall be writing this in two parts]

What the fuck am I doing here, you asked yourself as you settled into the pew beside your mother.

Never in your life had you been a religious person. Part the revulsion of organized religion came from living with your mother. She read the Bible every time she had a moment free from work or household chores. She frequently attended the neighbourhood church services, fervently participating in its activities.

Another huge contributing factor to your dislike of religion was witnessing the abuse of your mother at the hands of your chronically alcoholic father. Even as a child, when you'd be cowering in the corner of the kitchen, watching as your father beat the living hell out of your mother in a drunken rage, you wondered about the existence of a God. If God did exist, he wouldn't have allowed your mother, your pious and devout mother, to be abused in such a brutal manner.

One day, mercifully, your father decided to abandon your family. Your mother tried her best to hide her relief at the abrupt departure of your father, but you knew better. You had always been a perceptive child. Your mother returned to her Bible, you returned to your studies. And you worked hard. Your academic record won you a full scholarship at a prestigious institute and you finally left the small, sleepy town you had called your home.

You set up a life for yourself in New York City, working as an attorney at one of the city's premiere law firms. You were good at your job, a direct result of which marked a tremendous improvement in your lifestyle. You lived in a penthouse in Upper East Side, drove a Lamborghini, you earned a seven figure salary. The works. Your life was on the right track.

Once a year, around the holidays, like clockwork, you returned to your hometown to pay a visit to your mother. Diagnosed recently with an advanced stage pancreatic cancer, your mother did not have much time to live. You were well aware of that. And hence, you tried to make your remaining time with her as happy and peaceful as possible. You humoured her every request, which is how you had ended up in church today.

Your mother had an expectant look in her eyes, clutching her hymn book in hand as she gazed at the podium.

A few moments passed, before the priest walked in. Everyone stood to greet him. You did too, your eyes glued to your phone in your hand, tapping away a text to your assistant back at work in NYC.

"This is Father Junmyeon Kim," you mother whispered to you, excitement evident in her voice.

You hummed absentmindedly, eyes still focussed on your phone screen as you sat back down with the rest of the congregation.

Typing out the text, you placed your phone into the pocket of your coat, glancing up at the priest for the first time to see why your mother had been so excited about this Father Junmyeon.

You gasped. And you understood immediately.

The man standing before you was young. Far younger than what you had been expecting. You'd been expecting a middle aged, balding, wrinkled man. Father Junmyeon was none of those things.

He was... magnetic. His presence commanded your attention, a sense of leadership innately present in him. Dark haired, dressed in black slacks and a matching black long-sleeved button up shirt with a clerical collar, his presence was imposing.

Throughout the sermon he had a kind, almost seraphic smile upon his lips, his dark eyes scanning the crowd, as he addressed the familiar faces that frequented the church. Your hometown was a small town after all. Sitting in front, you were directly in his line of sight, and when his gaze did find you, his speech faltered for barely a moment, before resuming with its usual cadence.

"Mark Twain said that there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable," he said, his voice clear and so melodious, he could've almost been a singer. "And I fully agree with him. We humans, are all sinners. No matter what we may say to others, or to ourselves, we all have sinned atleast once in our lifetimes. God has made us that way, it is his will. I believe that as long as there is remorse, as long as there is repentance, God will be willing to forgive any sin. His love for us is infinite, and he loves us all. Each one of us has made mistakes, but as long as we ask for forgiveness from Him, we will be forgiven. We will be absolved..."

You found yourself drawn into his sermon, mesmerized by his thoughts, his words, his voice.

And him.

Most of all, him.

Even as he elaborated further upon how the lure of the forbidden, you couldn't help but notice how devastatingly handsome he looked.

"In conclusion, a quote from Aphra Behn comes to mind. 'There is no sinner like a young saint,' she said. Let us ponder upon it and let us not judge each other for our sins. Let us simply ask for forgiveness and leave the rest to Him. Thank you."

The applause in response to his sermon was resounding and you joined it as well. How refreshing it was to hear a priest speak so open-mindedly about sins. In the scarce other sermons you had listened to in your short churchgoing life, the priests had always denounced the sinner. Father Junmyeon had spoken otherwise.

And it had left quite and impression upon you.

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That very same night, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about Father Junmyeon.

Unable to sleep, you tossed and turned fitfully in bed, your mind replaying his words.

Isn't that exactly what you believed in as well? Sinners should be given a chance at absolution. That is why you worked so hard as a lawyer, defending people who you knew had committed crimes. But you wanted to save them. Because you knew that everyone deserved a second chance.

After a while, your thoughts drifted to Father Junmyeon himself. And they became decidedly unholier, as time passed.

You thought about how broad his shoulders looked, how soft his raven hair would feel if you were to run your fingers through it. You thought about his luscious lips, how they'd feel when they pressed against yours...

By now, a pleasant heat had pooled between your legs and you decided that since Satan himself had decided to tempt you by presenting you with Father Junmyeon, it'd be okay to give in.

Just for once.

No one would have to know...

Your hand crept between your legs and below the waistband of your now soaked panties.

Closing your eyes, you began to think of him while you touched yourself.

The way his voice sounded like a chorus of angels.

The way he smiled.

The way his dark eyes looked at everyone in attendance at the church.

The way his fingers clutched his copy of the Bible. Such long, elegant fingers.

You began to fantasize that your fingers, that were now knuckle deep within you, were his instead.

A deep, throaty moan left your lips at this, and you turned over, onto your front.

Raising your hips into the air, you brought yourself down upon your fingers, plunging them that much deeper into you, imagining him spearing you with his cock.

"Junmyeon," you choked out a moan, your other hand clutching at your pillow while you thought about no one but him.

Your release came in a powerful surge, taking your breath away, and you cried out, pressing your mouth into your pillow to muffle the sound.

Once you returned from your high, you realized what you had done. Your fingers were sticky with your juices, your skin sweaty and your chest heaving with gasps.

And your mind remained on Father Junmyeon.

Part 2

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quickwitter · 6 years

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Worst job you’ve ever had. Best job you’ve ever had.

I’ve been self-employed the majority of my career, and only held 5 or 6 full-time jobs in my career. When I graduated from college my friend Eric turned over his roster of freelance clients to me and took a full-time job at a magazine called New York Woman. Ironically, he was the only man on staff there and was making a whopping TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS a year. Given that the rest of us were dirt poor college students at the time, and he was bringing in the big bucks, this meant that buying drinks and dinner often fell to Eric. :) Only when we graduated did we realize the folly in our understanding of payroll.

The Worst Job.

Even with the corral of freelance clients that I received, I occasionally took on extra work and such was the case when a magazine called CA called. The only CA in my experience was Communication Arts, which, at the time, was the prestigious and definitive bible for design, setting trends in the industry. I was a bit dismayed to arrive and find that this CA was actually Computers in Accounting, a black and white industrial magazine for the CPA trade. I’d worked for some interesting places by them from Barbie, G.I. Joe, and Cabbage Patch to, Weight Watchers, The Daily News, Cosmo, Elle and even Jugs, Penthouse and Playboy. Even a rug magazine called Carpets, On The Floor as I assume opposed to Carpets on the Wall? Everyplace had its own vibe, and since you were coming into an established workplace, your job was as much chameleon as anything else. Arrive, blend in, do the work, go home.

When I opened the door at Computers in Accounting, it banged into a desk that had been crammed behind it and across from a cross lady who it turned out would be my boss. The atmosphere was tense, the desk behind the door was mine, she told me, so that she could keep an eye on me. They were paying me by the hour and she wanted to make sure she got her money’s worth. Okay. CPAs makes sense. The job was only for two days I could muddle through. The desk was stacked with folders and each folder had a note paper clipped to the front that read - DO NOT DO THIS UNTIL I EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!

There was a tangible, angry weight with this woman that seemed to go beyond my arrival. I mean, they'd called and hired me, but I felt like I was something awful foisted upon them that they were being forced to take on against their will. Prior to taking the booking I' cleared with the woman that at lunchtime I needed to run an errand uptown and that I might be a few minutes late returning. She’d agreed.

So here I was. She opened the first folder and explained the job to me as if I were a child, it was straight forward work and I completed it far more quickly than she expected, and so with each of the folders. Still, after the final folder she was a little flummoxed as to what to give to work on next. I took the opportunity to pee and grab some coffee.

There was a room behind her that led to the coffee station and the bathrooms. Two men were working in the second room who were clearly in love with one another. This kind of open affection wasn’t commonplace in the workforce at the time, but it was actually rather sweet. They were lovely and called me over to discuss something they were working on together and when I returned to my desk my boss laid into me, I was NOT to fraternize with the other employees.

As I was leaving for lunch, I returned the coffee cup to kitchen area, and while washing it I overheard arguing in the front room. I waited until it died down and returned to my desk, the woman had been crying and said coldly, My husband, she glanced toward the back room, has taken a lover. I nodded and left for lunch. I returned 61 minutes later and was fired for being late. I’d never been fired before, so I just asked, is this the address to use when I send the bill?

The Best job.

Every job has some part of being the best job. I especially like jobs where I learn something new, like when I worked at a manufacturing company, I knew nothing about working for a place that made things, it’s a whole different world. At that job if someone accidentally used the wrong fragrance, we’d suddenly have 35,000 gallons of green lotion with peach fragrance that now needed to be packaged and sold quickly. My job would be to come up with a design and story for the product to go with whatever bottles we had enough of in stock, and whatever color ink we had enough of for silk screening the bottles. The product would go from tank to truck in less than 48 hours in some cases. Seeing something come together that quickly was fun for me, frantic times for everyone else.

My favorite job was my second job after graduating college, working at a publishing start-up. The book is called The Guild and it was an upscale catalog of artists work geared toward the architecture and interior design industry. My job was to work with artist’s designing their pages. This included a lot of traveling around the country, meeting with artists, and listening to them talk about their work and life - which was fascinating. My boss Toni was 35, her husband Bill 65. Bill had retired and they were dipping seriously into his retirement to start up the company. I was the second person on board. The first was an odd girl named Ursula. Urslua was alt-everything, but she introduced me to NPR so I can’t fault her. Ursula and I shared a gorgeous room, in a stunning Upper East Side home at 95 and the Park. There was a window beside my desk, but I can’t for the life of me remember the view. The house was entirely filled with museum-quality hand-made pieces including handmade windows with tiny colored glass fused into the panes. Gorgeous rugs, a hand carved table and chairs, handmade glasses, forged silverware, not at all rustic, this stuff was amazing and one-of-a-kind.

Working with Ursula was interesting she did not type, but had been hired to do data entry. I’d hear her murmur, A.....A.....oh, A! N...N...N...N! D...D...D.... and so on all day. Every. Day. She never did learn the position of the keys on the keyboard. Her prior job had been to answer the phone in an empty building, which speaks volumes. Our boss had taken on the futile task of converting Ursula into a leader, a mover and shaker, it wasn’t going to happen.

I loved working with the artists and working together as a team producing something. There is a certain kind of addictive energy in doing something for the first time, in solving the problems that come up unexpectedly and celebrating each victory, as you inch toward finally getting your baby to market.

Toni who ran the company was amazing, I learned a LOT about business from her. About maintaining client relationships, about soft selling a product, she's a smart cookie. The company grew to over a dozen on-site employees and several in the field. We were a family. I cried when I left the company but I really needed to make more money if I was going to continue living in New York City. My best friend was hired to take my place.

The company still exists, sold and repurchased over time while grown and manicured by Toni. Bill her husband is still alive at 90, still married. They moved from NYC back to Wisconsin and man I’d love to discuss the current political scene with Bill. He ran political campaigns for years. That would be an interesting discussion.

#obad #october blogging challenge #october blog a day #healingheartonthefloor #the best job #the worst job

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phoenixheartsx · 6 years

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The End ;

Pairing; father!Tony Stark angst Summary; Tony promises this family that he’s going to return that faithful day; but the promise wasn’t fulfilled. Warnings; Get a box of tissues I advise you to finish killing your feels while playing the song above.

The day started off as a normal NYC city. The sky seemed to hold a new meaning. A new meaning in the lives of the Stark family. The Stark trio that consisted of Tony, his soon to be wife - Evelyn and their daughter Olivia, were enjoying a walk in Central Park. “I promise you my loves that there will be no more problems”, Tony vowed to his two treasures. An eerie silence soon followed. Suddenly, the calm pleasant day was interrupted by a portal as it opened in front of them. “Tony?”, Evelyn questioned as he placed his two girls behind him for security. From the portal came a man dressed in some sort of magician with a cap and all.

“Tony Stark?”, the man questioned, “I’m Doctor Strange and we need your help”.

Olivia looked to the side at her dad, “Dad, you can’t go. You can’t leave us you promised”, she cried out.

Tony bowed his head and turned to his fiancée and his princess.

“I promise honey, I will be back with you both”, he bid farewell as he kissed his other half - a kiss that oddly felt like the last. He then moved to his daughter and placed a tender kiss on her forehead and he was gone.

The whole morning Olivia couldn't keep still, walking back and forth inside the penthouse that overlooked the city.

She walked over to the window and couldn't believe her eyes.

There in the middle was a alien like aircraft descending from above.

In that moment she knew that her father was in that mess.

“Friday?”, Olivia called out.

“Yes, Miss Stark?”, the AI responded.

“Any news from my dad?”, she questioned.

Silence.

“Friday?”

“Not yet miss”, she answered back.

Olivia looked into her mother’s room and noticed she was sleeping peacefully, all this wasn't well for the growing life she had inside of her.

Her father didn’t know - not quite. Her mother wanted to tell him tonight over some dinner but it looks like that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

The young girl looked over at the ticking clock and noticed it was 3:00, her father was gone for over 5 hours now and no response.

She didn’t like the not knowing.

Time passed and she was alerted her mother’s frantic crying.

She ran to her parent’s room and noticed her mom crying - curled up in her bed.

“Mom?”, Olivia cautiously asked walking closer to her.

Evelyn looked at her daughter, “I have this bad feeling in here”, she told her grasping her chest.

Olivia didn’t want to scare her mother but to be honest the young Stark felt the same way.

“Dad promised?”, Olivia said sitting down alongside her mother.

Suddenly, her phone rang - she quietly answered it.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the other end.

“Dad”, her voice trembled.

“Sweetie?”, Tony’s voice managed to be heard from the other end.

“I love you both”, he said snuffling a bit.

Was he crying?

“Daddy!”

Suddenly the line went dead.

“What did he say?”, Evelyn asked her daughter - who sat there with a blank stare.

Tears welled in her eyes, “that he loved us both”.

Both female Stark’s sat there in each other’s company - crying over a lover and a father.

The afternoon ticked on - a quiet city soon became a war-zone.

Olivia ran to the window and looked down below, and twice in the day she couldn’t believe her eyes.

People - real life people were turning into some sort of ash.

What was going on?

Olivia Stark ran to her mother’s room calling out for her.

“Mother!”

Silence

“Mom!!”

Silence

“Please mom, where are you?”, she yelled out.

Suddenly,right there in the kitchen she only caught a glimpse of her mother’s blank stare and like the air she was gone from site.

Olivia coulnd’t believe what was happening.

First her father, now her mother.

She was alone.

As fast as she could go she ran to get her phone, tears falling down her face, her blurry vision somewhat caught a familiar name on her contacts.

“Please pick up”, she desperately begged for him to still be there.

Ring after ring after ring.

“Heyyyy, this is Peter -”

She hung up and decided to call his aunt.

Ring.

“Hello”, a voice answered.

Relief washed over her.

“May, it’s Olivia. Is Peter home by any chance?”, she asked.

She heard May holding back a cry.

“He was on a field trip, he called me to say that Mr.Stark needed him and he hasn’t come home”, she told the young Stark.

She crumbled to the floor as the phone fell from her grasp.

Her father.

Her mother

Her unborn sibling

Her boyfriend

All gone.

What was she going to do now?

Wasn’t that a tear jerker. To be honest, writing this almost made me ball. What a plot twist at the end, am I right? Feedback is appreciated. Re-blogging helps alot too!

#marvel #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man #avengers #avengers imagine #infinity war #infinity war imagine #avengers infinity war

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badbutsadgirlsclub-blog · 7 years

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haybae,

i can’t remember the last time i wrote you a letter. we’re starting tour up again. the beginning of tour always makes me think of you for some reason. probably cause I’m gonna be stuck with people that don’t even like me, then i think of you. you always thought the sun shines out of my ass. i miss that. i really haven’t been up to much. went to bora bora with connor, that was fun. i got fired while i was on vacation too 😂 but I’m so glad i hated working for ptv. it was like being a glorified babysitter. i work for the young sirens now. it’s more relaxed less to do. i dunno if that’s good for me or not but we’ll see. after bora bora i went to new york. you know how much i love nyc, well i finally bought a place there! this cute penthouse in the upper east side. well one of my customers bought it for me but i still got it hayden! i love it so much. i fucked this girl in it already 😂 no furniture but i can still get laid 😂😂 her names bebe. she’s kinda weird but i like it. she’s fun to talk to. type of person who sees the good in everything and everyone. but something’s off about her. idk what but ima find out. she ain’t to fond of me right now tho. forums keeps saying I’m just looking for a quick lay. while this isn’t false, i still wanna keep this girl around. dunno why tho, dunno why. after new york i went back to la, spent a few days just chillin, keeping to myself, staying out of trouble i promise. almost hung out with danny but, and i really think he did this on purpose, he conveniently forgot he made plans with connor the same day. i don’t trust him, hayden. he’s shady. it’s like an unspoken rule that he really shouldn’t talk to me about his relationship with connor. like it’s not that i get jealous i’ve passed that bridge a few of connors playthings ago. it’s just like, if i want/need to hear about it I’m gonna hear about it from my best friend. like I’m not that close to danny for him to even think he should talk to me about it you know? but the other night, after the forums put his ass on blast for talking about birthday sex with some other dude or some shit, he came to me. i know this boy got homies so why would he come to me? came crying saying how he was scared connor would leave him and shit. like okay??? don’t do shady ass shit. like today we talked a bit and he tried to blame the forums for him “almost losing his man” 😂 i was like no that happened because you did shady shit and got caught. but like he really cried to me for a half hour and, like i said I’m tryna be good, so i fell for that shit like a dip and was like oh it’ll be okay. then i was talking to connor about it, deadass defending him, and then i stopped and was like damn i just got played for a god damn fool. he really tried to have me fucking shook, tryna tell my ass that he has connor on lock and to back off. bitch what??? first off i ain't even trying with connor, stopped a long time ago. my relationship with connor is just... i love him you know i do. but we're both not done messing around and we both know that. and we're both okay with that. but at the end of the day we both know we can't live without each other. but this boy really think he's gonna change that. like okay you can think that. but at the end of the day he may be all booed up and he may even date him but at the end of the day connor will always come back to me. it’s been 4 long ass years we've been thru hell and back. fuck, we almost had a kid together. you can't just get in between that. but whatever ima act dumb and play along. but you know me, i always gotta have the last laugh. after la i went back home. well to canada not home home. my manager was able to work my schedule out so that i could do a bunch of feature shows on my break from tour so that i don’t have to leave tour and get in trouble. the shows were so much fun, made $$$$$. 15k to be exact. that’s my best yet. might get a new car. another new car 😂 I’m one person how many cars do i need right?

anyways, there’s a hotdog eating contest to support charity or something and I’m dressed like an expensive hoe. we’re starting in san fran and ending in hawaii. life’s good hayden, i wish you were here to enjoy it with me.

talk to you soon baeden.

ps did i mention I’m thinking about trying for baby again? i am. go figure huh 🤷🏽‍♀️

#selfpara.#letters to hayden.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Doll Me Up (P.7)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Seven) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 4,457 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior, drug use Author’s Note: **This chapter starts with a very angry and violent Tony. If that is triggering, do not read it. Plus, it mentions him doing cocaine and with RDJ's past, that may be offensive to some! Head's up! You have been warned**

Part Six || Part Eight || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Three months ago (cont.)…

You were happy you had arrived in a bathing suit already. Cassandra already had a handful of people over – luckily all people that you knew – swimming in her pool.

“So, what’s up?” Cassandra asked you, leading you towards the bar.

“Nothing just… wanted to come over.” She stared at you and you said, “God, fine. Tony pissed me off. You wanna take some shots?”

“What? Why? I am… Y/N, I am high.” She laughed. “I cannot be drinking. You know I do not do well crossfaded.”

“I’ll do one myself then.”

Walking around the bar, you grabbed one of the bottles of rum off the mantel and poured yourself a double. Cassandra snorted and you told her, “I needed that.”

“What was it about now?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it. It’s just gonna make me mad all over again. Let’s just hang out and have fun and relax.” You spotted a picture on the counter. “Oh my god. Is this from your new video?” you asked picking up the photo. Cassandra nodded excitedly. “Oh my god, you look great. Your body looks amazing. How did he feel?”

Cassandra snorted. “Like every other male pornstar ever? His cock was hard, and he was plowing me.”

You shook your head, placing the photo back down on the counter. “You really are brave for doing that.”

“Brave?” she laughed.

“Yeah. I mean. God, doing escort work is one thing. It’s just you and a john – or two or three, depends. But it’s just that. There’s no cameras or anything. You though? You’ve got cameras all around, a whole crew watching the whole thing. You’re taking direction while getting dicked. That’s gotta be a lot of pressure.”

Cassandra started laughing. You realized how ridiculous you sounded, and you started laughing too. “Oh god, let’s go out to the pool. I obviously need some air.”

“Obviously,” Cassandra agreed, linking arms with you.

The shots hit the blood stream quick and consequently opened the flood gates too in a short amount of time. On your way upstairs, you stopped to take another shot. Cassandra was telling you about the trip she was going to take with her sugar daddy and you groaned, remembering why you were so mad at Tony all over again. The two of you walked up the stairs, arms linked to the bathroom. She continued telling you about the things they had planned while standing outside the bathroom, giving you privacy.

“I think I’m starting to come down,” she said to you. “I’m gonna have to light up another one. Do you want to share a joint?”

“Mhm, maybe,” you called as you pulled your suit bottoms back up.

Movement outside the window caught your eye.

Oh no.

Tony’s car was outside Cassandra’s house, right behind yours. You saw him get out of the car, followed by Mikhail and Louis.

“Fuck me!” you hissed before turning around. You completely forgot he could track the car and now he was going to cause a scene.

“You gotta hide me!” you exclaimed, coming into her bedroom, grabbing her hands.

Cassandra’s eyes widened and she returned alarmed, “Wait, what?”

“Tony! The driveway!”

“Okay? Is this bad?”

“Yes! I might have… driven not entirely sober over here. And left without telling him. After we had gotten into an argument.”

You heard some commotion downstairs and you looked at her pleadingly.

“Fuck!” Cassandra spat.

“Y/N!” you heard Tony bellow from downstairs.

You looked around wildly in the bedroom. “Fuck, do you have somewhere you can hide me and pretend I left? Like, I just left my car. Took an uber!”

“Y/N, there is nowhere to hide you in here that they aren’t going to find you. I don’t have secret rooms like Tony has! I’m not a goddamn billionaire!” Cassandra hissed at you.

Tony’s shout echoed up the stairs, “Y/N! My patience is running really fucking goddamn thin!”

Cassandra pulled you close and stared deep into your eyes. “He’s going to find you, Y/N!”

“I don’t want him to. He’s so mad,” you said pathetically.

“Yeah, sounds like you did a bunch of shit to make him mad!”

“Don’t be mean!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have gone and pissed your daddy off. I don’t do that shit, Y/N. I keep mine happy.”

“He likes pushback—”

Something shattered downstairs and there were cries of alarm as Tony’s voice rang up the stairs – he was closer now. “Y/N, if you don’t come out by yourself, you are just making things worse for yourself!”

“He’s breaking my shit, Y/N!”

“I’ll replace it,” you hissed.

The pair of you stiffened hearing his footfalls on her wooden stairs and both of your gazes shot to the closet.

“Get in your closet,” you told her in hushed tones. She looked at you confused and you said, “Just do it! I’ll just stay out here and he won’t bother you!”

She did as you asked, closing the door as quietly as she could. Before you really had time to think, Tony appeared in the doorway. Your eyes immediately fell to the gun at his side and your stomach turned. His pupils were blown wide, and you knew he was high as hell. Cocaine no doubt; it was his favorite.

“Hey,” you tried weakly, eyeing the gun worriedly.

Tony stomped across the room, his hand closing in on your arm like a vice, tugging you to him.

“Daddy!” you cried out, wincing against his grip.

“Don’t ‘daddy’ me!” Tony growled. He shook you as he continued furiously, “How fucking stupid are you? Huh? Driving drunk? Do you not care how much that car cost? Do you have no regard for your own life? You have absolutely lost that fucking car!”

“I didn’t crash!” you argued, drunk ‘logic’ getting the better of you.

Tony laughed humorlessly, “You didn’t crash. You didn’t crash…” He threw his hands out, letting you go. “Right. Right. That’s true. You know what? Everything’s forgiven. Forgiven. Slate wiped clean.”

You asked uncertainly, “Really?”

He suddenly yanked you to him again causing you to yelp in alarm, your noses almost touching. “Your ass is going to be black and blue when I’m done with you!”

“Daddy, the gun—”

“I’m not gonna fucking shoot you, Y/N! Don’t be a dumb bitch.”

“Just be careful!” you pleaded.

“Oh, you are telling me to be careful?” Tony spat before his fingers dug in even further on your arm. “Why didn’t you come when I called?”

“I was going to the bathroom!” you half lied. “I wasn’t going to run out there with my pants down! Daddy, you’re hurting my arm.”

Tony chuckled darkly, ignoring what you said. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t know!”

“Because I know you’re fucking lying!” He snarled, shaking you again. “You knew you were in big trouble and you were trying to avoid me!”

He began pulling you out of the room and towards the stairs. The two of you clamored down the stairs. You were wincing against how roughly he was handling you, the drugs doing him no favors in remembering to be gentler.

Louis was holding your purse having found it while Tony was upstairs searching for you.

“Drive her car home,” Tony ordered Loius who nodded in acknowledgment.

Tony only hesitated for a moment coming up to porcelain statue he had shattered. His gaze flicked to your bare feet and he guided you around it. You felt a sliver of relief seeing the thing he had broken was something Cassandra had gotten at Home Goods and was not attached to. The relief was short lived though, Tony dragging you down the steps of her house, across the porch towards the driveway. Mikhail was on your heels.

When you got to the car, he opened the back door and shoved you roughly into the backseat. “Get your ass in there!”

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At the elevator back home after eating dinner a couple nights after arriving in NYC, Tony led you onto it and pressed two different buttons. You eyed him suspiciously because one was the penthouse and the other was a different floor before it. He caught you staring.

“I need to go to the office first. You don’t have to go with me; you can go upstairs.”

“But—” you began to protest.

Tony hushed you with a deep kiss. “Come now, you can stand to be without me for a little while, yeah?”

Exhaling disappointed, you shrugged. You had gone shopping earlier in the day with Louis, picking up Tony one of his favorite bottles of bourbon and gourmet salted caramel to go on some ice cream. You had planned to give it to him tonight and even more so after the disappointing dessert the two of you had had at dinner. It was going to be perfect and now he was going to probably take forever and you would pass out before he would come upstairs.

“I’ll be up in a second,” Tony told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You gave him a sad look and he chuckled, “I promise. I’m not going to be working. I just need to send a quick e-mail.”

“That sounds like work to me…”

“It’s not. Trust me,” Tony assured you, giving you a light pat on the ass as the elevator dinged for his floor. He gave you another kiss and said, “Seriously. Fifteen minutes tops.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you muttered, much to his amusement. He waved at you before the elevator doors closed.

Scowling you, crossed your arms as the elevator started up again. When it opened at the penthouse, you walked in, tossing your purse on one of the chairs near the door and kicked your heels off. You sighed in relief, your bare feet on the marble. Making your way down the hall towards the kitchen, you thought about what you wanted to watch until Tony decided to show up again.

You stopped at the entrance to the kitchen seeing things on the counter that were not there before the two of you had left.

“What’s this?” you asked no one, frowning.

You walked closer and your eyes widened on one thing in particular. There was a large piece of fancy cheesecake on the counter with a large vase of your favorite flowers beside it along a gift bag.

“Oh thank god,” you said to yourself about the cheesecake.

You immediately went around the counter to grab a fork and came back to dig in for a big bite before hesitating. Maybe you should wait for him. But he also could take forever. You pivoted, looking towards the staircase, thinking. Putting the fork down next to the plate, you went upstairs quickly to grab the bags from earlier. If he got upset about you eating the piece before he got back upstairs, you would have his gift ready to placate.

You set the bag up nicely next to yours on the counter before picking the fork back up and taking the container lid off the piece of cheesecake. You took the first bite and sighed happily. As you chewed, you thought this could not have been sitting on the counter for long. He must have had someone grab it on the way back from the restaurant after he saw how put out you were by the piece of chocolate cake there.

After a few more bites, you put the fork down again and reached for the gift bag that had been left there. Tossing the tissue paper aside, you found loungewear from an online shop you liked.

You jumped at the sound of Tony’s voice. “That’s the right shop, right? That ethical one you were talking about?”

He came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, picking up the fork and digging into the cheesecake again. You held it up to him and he took a bite. “It’s their new line.”

“Now you’ve had authentic New York cheesecake. Supposed to be the best,” he said as he chewed. You smiled at that, taking another bite. “Far better than that shit at the restaurant. Sorry about that, baby. Hoped this might cheer you up.”

“It did, tremendously. Speaking of that,” you said putting the fork down and unwinding yourself from his embrace. You reached for the other bag and held it out to him.

“What’s this?” Tony asked, taking it from you. He pulled out the bourbon and snickered. His eyes though lit up at the caramel.

“See, you can put that on ice cream tonight to also make up for the shitty dessert. It’s like I saw the future!”

Tony hummed in approval, popping the lid off the jar. He took your fork and dipped in it, licking it off. He got some out for you and you licked it off tantalizingly, not breaking eye contact.

“I think I can think of something better than ice cream to put this on,” Tony commented, running his tongue along his lip.

You snorted, pushing away from him. “I already took a shower today.” He screwed the lid back on the container and placed it back on the counter, following you, trying to grab you. You slapped his hand away and said, “Ugh, let me finish my cheesecake!”

“It’ll be there after I’m done finishing you,” Tony said. “I haven’t returned the favor from the other day.” You let him grab you, yanking you close, smiling wildly. “I wanna taste you, kitten.”

Sighing, you said, “I suppose I can allow it.”

Tony rose his eyebrows, playfully, “Oh, you are gonna allow it?” You nodded, running your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “Who put you in charge?”

“Me.”

“That’s cute, kitten,” Tony said, dipping down to plant a deep kiss on your lips.

He began guiding you backwards towards the living room, your lips never leaving the other’s, until your legs hit the back of one of the couches. You fell back onto the couch and Tony followed, hiking your short skirt up past your hips. Your panties were torn down your legs and he laid a trail of kisses up one thigh and then the other, nuzzling slowly at your sex between. He was taking it slow, working up to pressing his tongue in. Your fingers curled up in his hair, bucking towards him when he gave a suck at your pearl. Tony slipped two fingers in, curling them to hit your g spot. He was good at alternating between the two and had you coming down around his tongue in record fashion.

Coming up, his lips were glistening, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. You beckoned him to you tiredly and he did as you asked. You sat up to meet his lips, kissing him slowly.

“Thanks for the gifts. All of them.”

“You know I’m never going to complain about seeing you in tight yoga pants,” he said, his lips brushing yours with a smile. “Those were a gift for the both of us.”

“Ass,” you said hitting his chest and he laughed in return.

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The following evening leaving an event, your fingers tip toed up Tony’s arm, trying to bring him out of his concentration. He had been on his phone since the moment the two of you had gotten into the back seat of the Escalade.

“Yes, kitten?” he asked, his eyes still trained on his phone.

“Can we go to this address I have?” you asked, holding up a slip of paper.

“What address?”

“A sightseeing place.”

Tony sighed, still not looking at you, “Y/N, we have dinner being delivered to the penthouse.”

“Yes, but there are people there to bring it up for us. And they can put it into the fridge. It can wait!”

He did not say anything in response, and you shook his arm. You saw Mikhail’s lips twitching in amusement at your persistence in the seat in front of the two of you.

“Why do we need to go to this address?’

Exasperated, you said, “I just told you. It’s a sightseeing place.”

“Of course it is. But why?”

“Daddy, it’s my first time in NYC! I just wanna see things and you’re not being nice about it.”

Tony finally put his phone down and looked you in the eyes.

“You think I’m not nice to you?”

“Not right now,” you returned, looking pitiful. Tony cocked his head, staring at you. You rested your chin on his shoulder, peering up at him. He said nothing and you moved up, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Please? I won’t ask for anything else.”

He snorted loudly, “I find that really hard to believe.”

“I promise. For the rest of the day.”

“There’s the catch,” Tony nodded. He exhaled loudly and relented, “Fine. Tell the driver.”

You did not waste a second to reach forward and hand the piece of paper to Mikhail. “Can you pass this up to Happy so he can put it into the GPS for the driver?”

“Why aren’t you just telling me where we are going?” Tony asked, suddenly suspicious.

“Because it’s not really your thing.”

“Perfect,” Tony said sarcastically. You snuggled back up against him, and your hand brushed across his lap. He caught your hand and whispered, “Not right now, you little minx.” You stuck out your bottom lip and he smirked in response before leaning down and giving you a kiss and then going back to work on his phone.

When you were getting close, Tony began to realize where you were going and he asked just as you pulled, “Why here, though?”

You gestured up at the building. “Because it is beautiful? Look at it! Imagine what the inside looks like!”

“It’s a church, Y/N. There are thousands – millions, probably – like it all over this country.”

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Daddy, please. There’s not many churches like this, that’s a lie!”

“Christ.”

By his tone, you knew you had broken his resolve. You slapped him in the chest, a smile coming across your face. You gripped his collar and pulled him close. “That’s the spirit!”

He realized what you said and got the joke just as you pecked him on the nose and let go of his collar.

“Where can we get out?” you asked excitedly, and you did not miss the amused look on his face at your happiness. You felt butterflies at his adoration and then a sinking feeling, anxiety creeping back in like it had been ever since you had found out you were pregnant. Shoving it away, you tried to think about the beautiful photos you were going to take inside.

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“Hey,” you said walking up to Pepper’s desk and placing the iced coffee you had bought her in front of her.

“Afternoon, Y/N,” Pepper said eyeing the coffee.

“Oh, I got that for you. I got an extra shot because and it’s almond milk.” Pepper seemed surprised and you added quickly, “I remembered that time I heard you order it.”

“That… is sweet. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you said before taking a drink of your own coffee. “That cathedral was amazing.”

“Oh, you actually went.” She sounded shocked.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah. Not last night but the night before. You said it was nice, so I begged. I actually didn’t tell him what it was before we got there, he just told me to give the driver the address. Tony’s not really a church going person so he wasn’t entirely thrilled. But he enjoyed himself.”

“I can’t imagine Tony inside a church for any reason,” Pepper told you, taking a drink of her coffee.

“He did say ‘Christ’ before we went in. So, the energy was there, it was just misguided.”

She actually snorted at your joke. “Now that I can imagine.”

Silence fell between the two of you and you shifted uncomfortably, looking out her window. You had come in here for a reason but it was not easy to shift gears.

“Are you alright?” Pepper asked hesitantly.

Biting your bottom lip, you thought about how to approach what you wanted to say. But there really was no easing into it, especially since you were not going to be around her all the time. “I know this is really sudden and weird and I don’t want you to think I only got the coffee to try to make you happy and listen to me. The coffee is really a thanks for all the suggestions and taking it seriously when I asked you for the suggestions.” You inhaled deeply and then said slowly, “But, I was thinking – hoping, really – that maybe you can talk to Tony.”

You had her attention. Her hands fell from the keyboard, looking concerned.

“About?”

“Uh you know… having a baby… like… at all.”

Pepper was staring at you flabbergasted and you sucked in your lips, staring at her in return, wanting her to say anything. Uncomfortably, she said, “Y/N. That is a conversation you need to have with Tony. Not me.”

You flopped into her chair opposite her desk. “It would be better coming from someone else. Especially someone close to him like you are you. Happy sure as hell won’t.”

“Um, okay,” Pepper said. “W-why does this need to happen?”

“I’m sure he’s gonna get tired of me, find someone else, and then I’m just gonna be stuck with this baby. That I have no idea what to do with.”

Again, she looked floored by what you said and you had a sinking feeling this conversation was not going to go the way you hoped.

“I don’t think Tony is going to leave you, Y/N. I would actually be shocked,” Pepper said carefully. “And he’s excited about the baby. Really excited. He won’t shut up about it actually.”

Great.

Sighing heavily, you explained further, “I think he’s gonna regret it. Because it’s completely going to destroy my body. Like my stomach and my hips are never going to be the same. And my breasts.”

“Is that what you’re concerned about?’ Pepper asked, unable to keep the disdain out of her voice.

You shrugged quickly. “I’m worried about a lot of things that I don’t have time to get into detail about. But I mean, he didn’t get with me because of my intelligence.” Pepper narrowed her eyes and you pressed on quickly, “But, I just thought maybe you could try to talk to him, you know, some sense into him about it? He would listen to you. If I tell him having a baby is a bad idea…” you paused and then shook your head, shrugging. “He’ll think I’m just having a moment and won’t take me saying we shouldn’t have the baby seriously. He’ll think I’m being dramatic. Which is something I am a lot of the time, so it’s a good point normally. Can’t fault him there. But if you talked to him, he would choose—”

Happy walked in then and you immediately shut up, leaning back. He was not looking at you and you bit your lip, wondering if he had heard anything.

You noticed Pepper was watching you with curiosity about how quickly you had gone silent at his presence.

“Do you have that file for Tony? He’s about to call Gene.”

“Yeah,” Pepper nodded. “I’ll e-mail it to him. Sorry, I got busy this morning.”

“Hey, Happy,” you greeted, trying to play it cool. Happy turned his head to look at you and you asked, “So, um, I’m kind of hungry. Is there anything I can have from the lobby?”

“Y/N. Tony already has lunch plans for you. You know that.”

“Right,” you said. You did not miss the confused expression on Pepper’s face at his response, even if it was only there for a moment. You decided to try to press your luck. “But, I meant, Tony usually takes a lot of time in his meetings and I’m pregnant so…” Happy stared back at you in silence and you moved. “Okay, I’ll just go do it—”

He held up his hand and shook his head. Sighing, sounding reluctant, he asked, “What would you like?”

“Like… a banana. Or something. Something healthy.”

Nodding, Happy said, “Right. I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked back out of the room.

You turned your attention back to Pepper, who was still looking at the door suspiciously where Happy had walked off before meeting your gaze again. You joked weakly, “Maybe being pregnant isn’t so bad. Everyone kind of just waits on you hand and foot.”

“I think you should talk to Tony, Y/N,” Pepper reiterated. “It’s perfectly normal to feel nervous. I’m sure most mothers to be do feel nervous. And I don’t think he’ll brush you off.”

“Sometimes he does,” you muttered, taking a drink of your tea.

“I think… with something important like this, he’ll actually listen. He’s not a complete ass.” You smiled softly at that and she nodded. “Trust me.”

Knowing how excited Tony was about the baby – Pepper did not need to tell you that herself, he made it abundantly clear to you. He had been asking you if you had thought about how you wanted to decorate the nursery already – made the thought of a conversation difficult. Tony was not one to be dissuaded from something he wanted, especially something important. He was stubborn to a fault. But maybe she was right.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try,” you admitted.

She nodded encouragingly.

Happy returned with the banana from the communal space outside their offices.

“Are we going to go soon? Do you know?” you asked him, as he handed it to you.

“Tony’s got another meeting and then we’re going.”

You sighed, leaning back on the couch. You knew ‘another meeting’ could range from five minutes to an hour depending on who it was. “Thank you. This will help,” you said holding up the banana, weakly.

Happy nodded, “Of course.”

“Emailing it,” Pepper told him and he thanked her before walking out of the office.

You blew out a raspberry as soon as he was gone. “I suppose I should go out and leave you to your work. Plus it’ll be easier to find me whenever Tony does want to go. I don’t want that to take longer than necessary. I’m serious, I’m starving.” You stood up from the chair and told her sincerely, “I’ll figure out how to approach this.”

“Good,” she said, nodding again. “It’ll be fine.”

You wished you felt as confident as she sounded.

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