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heesbaby · 8 months
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doctors orders! - sim jake
epilogue episode one.
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welcome to the first epilogue episode! there will be more eventually <3 cw for this: smut! spitting lol, jake being a lil needy, yn and jake being desperate for each other, unprotected sex <3 enjoy!
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“You look gorgeous today sweetheart,” Jake mumbled in your ear, arms coming to circle your waist and rest on your stomach. The habit he’d picked up when you were pregnant still sticking. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lips trailing down to your neck as you tried to shrug him off, still very much aware of your daughter lounging around in the living room a few feet away.
“Jake,” you sighed, letting him pull you so your back was flush against his chest. “Not now baby, I’m trying to cook.”
“We can just order food,” he whined, hands grabbing at your waist tighter. “You look far too good today for me not to touch you.”
You rolled your eyes, a small smile dancing across your lips at your clingy fiancé’s behaviour. After your daughter, Arin, was born, it didn’t take long for Jake to pop the question. You weren’t in a rush to get married, but he wanted to give you that promise. So he bought you a pretty ring and asked you to be his wife one quiet evening, it wasn’t a big grand gesture but it meant the world to you. Now, almost a year after your first baby together, you were content with where you were at. You wouldn’t change a thing. The two of you had scheduled the wedding to occur in two years’ time, enough of a wait to get everything perfect and to let the two of you settle into parenthood before you got married. You might’ve done it the wrong way round in traditional terms, but you loved every second of your life.
“Go look after your daughter, I’m busy,” you hushed, pushing him away with your hip.
“You mean our daughter?” Jake laughed, brushing a hand over the small of your back, “she’s fine angel, I can put her down for bed in a moment, it’s almost time anyway.”
“Hmm, you go do that,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at him. “Bring her in here first so I can say goodnight though.”
“Of course sweetheart,” he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “Be right back.”
Jake would take any opportunity to get you alone. Between his work and your flourishing business, as well as your one year old, it was tough to get even an hour alone each day. You would often take Arin to work with you, the customers loved her, or you’d bring your work home to do, moving your own job to the more online managerial side of the business. You’d promoted Seowon to be in charge of the store when you weren’t there, and had taken on some more staff since the expansion. But even so, it meant you worked a lot more from home in order to look after your daughter too. That made time with Jake very sparse, it took a toll on the both of you and so you made it a promise to spend as much time together when the two of you were both off work.
“Here she is,” Jake said in his soft voice reserved for Arin and you. “You going to give Mummy a kiss before you sleep?”
You turned at the sound of Jake’s voice, a smile on your lips at the sight of your daughter clinging onto his neck. She turned her head, blinking up at you with wide sleepy eyes.
You leant your cheek forward, waiting for her to press her little hands against your cheeks and kiss you softly, “goodnight baby, sleep well. Mummy will see you in the morning, ok?”
Arin gave you some form of mumbled response before hiding her face back into Jake’s neck sleepily, your smile widening across your lips at the sight. You never thought you’d be able to love Jake more than you already did, but each day you fell for him a little harder and the love in your heart grew each day. He’d fallen into the role of the doting father so quickly it was almost natural to him, he made parenthood easy for you with how caring and present he was. You didn’t know how you got so lucky.
“She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow,” Jake said once he re-entered the kitchen, his arms once again falling to rest on your waist. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?”
“Just how lucky I am,” you responded, finally abandoning your attempts at cooking to spin around in his arms. Your hands went around his neck as you tugged him closer to you this time.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” he leant down to kiss you gently, lips soft against yours for a few seconds. “I can’t wait until you’re my wife.” His lips brushed yours as he mumbled those words before he leant back in, connecting your mouth to his again in a more intense kiss.
Your hands tightened around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. He’d remained with black hair for the last year but had let it grow out longer since you mentioned how much you liked it that way. You tugged on his hair as you kissed him, opening your mouth to let his tongue in as it clashed along with your own.
Jake groaned lowly into your mouth, encouraging you to tug on his hair harder as you messily kissed. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently as he pulled back. His hands gripped your waist even tighter, pulling you until you were flush against him and could feel how hard he was through the material of his work trousers. He was still wearing a dress shirt, rolled up to the elbows and unbuttoned an unholy amount. Everything he did sent your mind into a frenzy, even after all this time he was still the most attractive man you’d ever seen.
“Should we take this to our bedroom?” He said, hands slipping under your shirt to hold the bare skin of your waist. His lips trailed along your neck and down to your collarbones, hot breath sending a shiver up your spine as he spoke to you, “I need you baby, been thinking about you all day.”
“You say that every day,” you laughed, nudging his face back up to look at you. His hair was messy from how you brushed your fingers through it and his eyes were wide, clouded over with lust.
“Because I think about you every day,” he replied cheekily. “Think about your pretty face,” he kissed your lips, “your gorgeous laugh,” hands roamed further up your torso, “your cute little cunt.”
“Jake Sim,” you rolled your eyes, catching his lips again just to shut him up. “You’re insatiable.”
“Can’t help it sweetheart,” his hands moved to dip under the waistband of your own trousers. “You drive me crazy just looking at you.”
You smiled at him before moving back until his hands dropped away from you, instead opting to lace your fingers with his and tug him out of the kitchen towards your bedroom. You’d moved in with Jake before Arin was born, slowly making the apartment more of a home for the three of you. Jake’s old office was now Arin’s bedroom, decorated with far too many toys courtesy of her uncle Niki and the others. Jake’s bedroom now belonged to the both of you, decorated with a combination of both of your belongings until it felt like it was complete.
Jake stumbled behind you until the door was closed, pushing him towards the bed as the both of you giggled stupidly. He sat down at the edge of the bed, thighs spread side and palms pushed back into the mattress as he leant back. You couldn’t ignore how your pussy suddenly got even more wet just from that sight, your underwear sticking uncomfortably against you. You quickly climbed onto his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs, before leaning forward and kissing him once again.
Jake sighed against your lips, hands pulling your waist tighter against him until your cunt was placed directly over his cock so that you could grind against him. You took the hint, shifting your hips along with the way his hands guided you, his cock nudging against your clit every few seconds.
He let you have your fun for a few minutes, slowly grinding on his lap as you made out, hands roaming over his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt lower until you could slip it off his shoulders. You pulled back to admire his torso but Jake took that to his advantage, lifting you up and flipping you both around so that he was hovering over you on the bed, a leg wedged between your thighs.
“You look so pretty underneath me,” he mumbled, tugging your shirt off and grinning when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. He reached for your trousers, taking them off along with your underwear until finally the two of you were completely naked, his own clothes joining the pile on the floor by your bed.
He lent down to kiss you gently before making his way down your body, settling between your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders. His eyes caught yours as he was directly in front of your dripping cunt, before being with Jake for this long you would’ve been shy, but Jake never failed to make you feel like the most beautiful confident woman. Plus, he didn’t even give you time to think about it before his tongue was pressing against you.
A moan ripped from your throat as he sucked on your clit, tongue working over your cunt quickly just the way he knew you liked. One hand moved from your thigh to push two fingers straight in, he knew you could take it without much prep now.
“Oh fuck Jake,” you wrapped a hand into his hair, pulling him closer against you. “Just like that baby, going to cum.”
He removed his mouth, using his thumb to keep tension on your clit as his fingers pumped into you. His eyes were crazed, watching you get yourself off on his hand as your hips jerked under his ministrations. Jake loved watching you when you came, he loved to see how your eyes rolled back and he loved to hear the whines of his name that left your lips.
“Come on sweetheart, be a good girl and look at me when you cum,” his lips were glistening with your arousal when you finally looked down at him, the sight alone sending you closer to the edge. He looked down at your cunt, his own hips grinding against the mattress to try and calm the tension in his cock. Jake slowed his fingers for a second before spitting down on your already dripping pussy, using his own spit to aid his movements. That was enough to push you over, his eyes once again catching yours as you came all over his hand, more arousal soaking his hand until you jerked away from him in overstimulation.
“Good girl, so good baby,” he slowed his hand until he could pull his fingers out of you without hurting you. “Look at that, look at the mess your little cunt made.”
He kissed your clit gently, laughing when you whined at him about how sensitive you were, before making his way back up your body and leaning down over you.
His mouth found yours again, kissing you softly before pushing his tongue past your lips until you could taste yourself. He licked into your mouth, tongue clashing messily with yours as usual. Jake was a sloppy and messy kisser, each make out session leaving you fucked out and breathless. His hips leant down against yours until you could feel his cock against you, running up and down through the mess he’d made between your thighs.
“Look what you’ve done to me sweetheart,” he mumbled against you, one hand gripping the base of his cock to tap it against your cunt a few times. “All this just for you, you’ll let me fuck you right? Let me stuff your pretty cunt full of my cum? Give you another baby?”
Jake always knew how to get to you, those words alone had you begging him to fuck you, “please Jake, need your cock, please.”
He shushed your babbling, only then did you realise how glossy your eyes had got with tears as you begged for him to fuck you, “ok baby, I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”
He kissed you gently once more before shifting back a little, enough so that he could angle his cock into your pussy just right, pushing into you in one go so that he could come down to hover over you again, arms caging you in between them. His lips covered the loud moan that tumbled past your mouth, swallowing it down with another messy kiss.
He pulled his hips back, snapping forward into you at a fast pace just how you liked it. Jake wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you up off the bed a little to press your chest against his as his cock kept thrusting into you over and over. You kept your mouth pressed to his, wrapping your arms around his neck as he bounced you up and down on his cock, hitting the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.
“Just like that Jake,” you pulled back to mumble in his ear. “So fucking big, feels so good. Fucking me so good.”
“Fuck sweetheart don’t talk like that,” he stuttered as his arms pulled you even further upright until you were riding him with his help. “Going to cum so quick if you keep that up.”
“I want it though,” you whined, grinding your hips down harder. “Want you to fuck me full of cum, need to feel you fill me up. You fuck me so well Jakey, cock’s so good.”
“Oh my god,” he screwed his eyes shut, loud pants falling past his lips. His arms were flexed hard as he lifted your body up and down over his cock, throwing you around as if you weighed nothing and just using your cunt to get himself off. “Going to cum sweetheart, need you to cum with me, please baby, cum on my cock for me.”
You nodded, tugging his hair to bring his head back up so that you could kiss him again, sucking his tongue into your mouth harshly and moving your hips as much as you possibly could in his grip.
Your cunt squeezed his cock hard, trying to rip his orgasm from him quickly since you could feel your own fast approaching, “cum for me Jake, please. ‘M so close.”
A string of spit connected your lips to his, hot breaths clouding the air as the two of you pushed yourselves closed to the edge.
“Fuck Y/N,” Jake pulled you tight against him, pushing your head into his neck and wrapping his arms tight around your back. “I’m coming, fuck, cum with me. Please, please baby.”
The begging that fell from his lips sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you quickly as his own followed quickly after. You felt as his cum filled you up, the warmth flowing into you and sending another wave of arousal through you, prolonging your orgasm.
Jake bucked his hips up a few times, holding you tight as he pushed his cum deeper inside of you. In this position, you were sat in his lap tangled together with his cock nestled deep inside you, your head still pressed into his neck where you were now placing gentle kissed on his skin over and over to calm him down, his breath ragged.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed, hips stuttering once more before stilling. “I swear I’ll never get used to this.”
He loosened his grip so you could look back up at him, arms still holding the two of you close to each other. His eyes locked with yours, a goofy smile taking over his face as he leant forward to kiss you all over your flushed face, giggles leaving your lips.
“Jake!” You laughed, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself, “let’s get showered, we can kiss as much as you want later.”
He stopped briefly, kissing your lips once, “as much as I want? Is that a promise?”
You rolled your eyes, “yes baby, as much as you want. As long as we can order some food first though, I’m too tired to finish the cooking now.”
“Anything for my pretty girl,” he lifted you up, carrying you in his arms towards the bathroom. “I love you, you know that right?”
He propped you up on the bathroom counter, arms resting on your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on your skin. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world, even with red cheeks and messy hair.
“I know Jake,” your hand cupped his cheek softly, his head instinctively leaning into your palm. “And I love you too, more than anything.”
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softtdaisy · 10 months
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max + “i’m sorry i let it get this bad. you’re right, i should’ve come to you.” <3
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Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!female!reader
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A/n: antsy Max inspired me a lot apparently fsjng thank you for your request love, it was a pleasure to finally write for him  
You never listened to people’s opinion about your relationship. Sure, you could understand that they were intrigued by Leclerc’s little sister dating Verstappen. The sister dating the rival. It was some kind of romance trope that some fans loved, others hated because they were sure you would betray one of them.
But you never listened to these voices. Because your brother and your boyfriend both knew that you weren’t a menace nor some kind of spy social media wanted to make you. You were just a woman in love. And you promised to never talk to each other about cars and strategy or anything related to F1.
Which was what made the situation even worse for you. 
Formula One was heading to Monaco which was at the same time the best and worst weekend for you. Of course you were happy to be home, to see your brothers driving here. Nothing compared with the craziness of the Monaco Grand Prix. But it was the only weekend where you felt conflicted between supporting Charles or Max. 
Thankfully, Max was understanding. “If you don’t support your own brother at his home race, when will you?” he laughed one night when you were in bed together. “But it’s really the only race I can accept to see you support Ferrari.” It was one of your favorite private jokes. How he couldn’t look at the Ferrari merch in your wardrobe and how he was complaining when the scuderia put stories of you on Instagram with your brothers. He would never prevent you from supporting them. But for him, Red Bull looked better on you.
“And I thought red looked good on me.” you replied, pouting. He took away that pout by kissing you softly.
“I prefer when you don’t wear anything.”
You knew the weekend would be harder than you thought when Max started to complain about the car after the first free practice. You met him in the garage, right after he left the car. He looked disappointed and threw off the cap he had been wearing for…two minutes, maybe. “What’s wrong?” you asked him, immediately taking his head between your hands to make him look at you. It took him a few good seconds before his blue eyes softened a little.
“The car is shit, this weekend. That’s what’s wrong.” He sighed before sitting on the chair just right next to you, taking you with him on his knees. It felt more intimate, like it was just the one of you. “It feels like I can’t control it entirely, I almost lost it multiple times! That’s the worst scenario, especially here.”
You felt his fingers tapping on your knees, something he did every time he was anxious and he was trying to find his peace again. So you let him do it and offered him a soft kiss on the lips. You couldn’t reassure him completely, you couldn’t be sure the car would be fine on sunday. You could just support him and love him. That was what you did. But it wasn’t enough.
Max still managed to be P2 on the grid, right next to Charles. Some kind of nightmare scenario, if you were asked. You didn’t even watch the start, so scared they would hit each other. They didn’t. 
Not yet.
After their first stop, Max was ahead. And Charles attacked him, like he would always do. It lasted for two laps. Until Max’s car stopped behaving correctly. When Charles tried to overtake him, the Red Bull went completely off the track. And you knew for sure that it was the same issue Max had from Friday, that he couldn’t do what he wanted with it. Max was out. Charles was on his way to win his home race.
You were in the Ferrari garage, so you couldn’t even go and see your boyfriend. It killed you to know he was by himself there. You sent him some messages but he didn’t answer them. At some point, when it got clear that nobody would overtake Charles less than five laps before the end, you went on social media. And you saw the comments. Apparently, there were rumors that the Red Bull had issues this weekend. You had no idea where it came from. Apparently walls have ears everywhere. 
But the worst part was that some people thought you said something. That the way Charles attacked wasn’t normal, that he probably knew something was wrong with the car. That you told him about your boyfriend’s issue.
You thought it was stupid. Until it became clear that among all the people believing this, there was your boyfriend.
You didn’t see Max after the race. Not during the podium ceremony, where you cried from seeing your big brother. Not during the media panel, like he had disappeared. Not until the party that was planned after the race.
He was there, chatting with some Red Bull mechanic and having a drink. Like he hadn’t been avoiding him for hours now. You went straight to him, leaving Arthur by himself. “Max!” he turned around, more from the habit of looking at you when you entered the room than from wanting him. “I’ve been looking for you all afternoon.” you put a hand on his arm. And he immediately moved to let it slide away.
“Maybe it was a sign I didn't want to talk to you.” You hated that sound. You had arguments before. But never, ever, did Max use that tone with you. The one he used with people he didn’t like. With journalists that portrayed him like a monster. With drivers that were playing with his nerves. 
You noticed the mechanics taking a step back. “What’s wrong with you?”
Max finally turned to look at you. “You. You telling Charles about the car so he can win.” You never thought he would think so badly of you. Imagining you could betray him so easily. You didn’t even have the strength to answer him. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep the tears in your eyes and nowhere near your cheeks. 
If this is what he thought of you, then you had nothing to do here. You didn’t have the heart to party. So you gave Max one last look, apologized to Charles when you saw him, before leaving and going home. 
You didn’t even cry. You just sat on your bed, looking at the wall and trying to understand the hell that happened today. You ignored your brothers’ text, even turned your phone so you didn’t have to watch the screen light up every minute. 
Then it rang. And you ignored it again. 
Then the bell rang. And you thought it was weird.
When you looked at your phone again, you saw the text. “Open. It’s me”. It was Max. And before you even realized it, you were now at your door to open it. And he was really there. Looking miserable. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and his hands were shaking. He was miserable. But not because he was drunk. Because he knew he might lose you tonight.
“What? You discovered new things about my non-existent plan to ruin your race?” you asked with a sarcastic smile before turning your back at him. You knew he would come in, whether you wanted it or not.
You heard him sighed. “I’m sorry…I was wrong.”
“Yes!” you screamed. “Yes you were wrong Max. How could you even imagine I would say anything to Charles? I never did! I never said anything to him or to you about him. You should have answered my text and my call. You should have come to you. So I could have calmed you down. Rather than see me as some traitor.”
You didn’t realise you had closed your eyes until you felt Max’s arms around you. You didn’t push away. You didn’t return the embrace, though. “I'm sorry I let it get this bad. You’re right, I should’ve come to you.” you nodded silently until your head fell on his shoulder.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, you both needed this peace and to calm all your stress and anxiety. You both needed to know you had each other.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t even stayed to celebrate Charles’ win.” he whispered in your ear, holding you even tighter as if you would leave him suddenly to go back there and leave him alone.
“It’s fine.” you replied, looking at him in the eyes. “Charles has plenty of people to celebrate. You need me. And I need you.”
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railingsofsorrow · 2 months
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hiiiiii!!!! i saw your requests were open and i’m so excited i love your writing so much!! i was wondering if you would be willing to do a coffee shop au of spencer x barista!reader? i feel like it would be very fluffy :) <3
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summary: spencer finds a new coffee shop near work and he may be going there not just for the coffee...
pairing: s.reid x gn!barista!reader
w.c: 3K
warnings/content: a lot of flirting; mentions of case related stuff but you blink and you miss it; fluff fluff!! (you asked for it); swearing.
A/N: hi! I used gender neutral pronouns because you didn't specify so I thought it would fit best. the coffee shop is called “enchanted brewing” just do you don't get confused. one more thing! I mixed two of his best eras, glasses + long hair just because I was feeling a little silly. thank you for the request <3
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“Oh, look, it's boy genius again.” You muse upon seeing a certain long-haired FBI agent next on the line. He's wearing a purple tie today which checks out your theory that it's his favorite color because he's always wearing something purple. It would be funny if it was an unconscious choice. “What's your order today, Dr. Reid? Maybe some coffee with your sugar?” You ask as if you hadn't seen him earlier in the day and had repeated the same thing.
You've met Spencer Reid when he walked in one day as the coffee shop you work in was still closed. He hadn't seen the closed sign. After spending five minutes straight apologizing, you delivered him his coffee order promising he wasn't bothering you. Especially if he was a cute guy with glasses. But you didn't say that last thing out loud, of course.
He's been coming to Enchanted Brewing for two weeks now. You have his order memorized from each early morning that he strides in through the entrance, his satchel hanging from his right shoulder as his bright honey-brown eyes scan through the menu on the wall. He always did that in spite of ordering the same thing from the first day.
Your timeline is slightly offbeat today. Your favorite costumer usually comes in on his way to work, once a day. Except that today he showed up twice. You're not complaining, you're currently trying to hide how happy you are that he appeared right on time for your lunch break.
“I want something different,” he says, adjusting his glasses as he looks at you with a timid smile. “Surprise me?”
“Oh.” You quickly recovered — did you? — from the spell he had you in and moved to prepare his drink. “I'll definitely surprise you, boy genius.” You already had one in mind. Your boss shots you a glare from the other side of the counter where he's delivering an order for a regular. He had reminded you of your lunch break an hour ago but you ended up attending clients and time passed by. You mouthed that it was your last one before lunch and he rolled his eyes with a knowing smile.
You take Spencer to a table outside. The day was good enough to not worry about a storm interrupting your afternoon coffee. Not yet, at least.
“So.” You utter after taking a bite of your sandwich. Spencer is sipping on the surprise he asked for and you are no profiler but your guess is that he liked it. “Aproved?”
“One hundred percent approved. What is this?” He makes a sound of satisfaction as he drinks it again. A smug grin reaches your face. “It's so good.”
You hum, “It is. From how much you like your sweets, I thought you'd like this one. Though, it barely tastes like coffee.”
Spencer silently agrees with you. “What's it called? I can taste caramel.”
“It's a caramel macchiato,” you reply, sipping your watermelon juice. “Caramel is all you can taste, boy genius.” You laugh at the way his cheeks turn pink at your nickname. Ever since he told you about his PhD's and his age. “To what do I own the pleasure of seeing you twice in a day?”
He takes his time putting the cup on the table, fingertips grazing the sides in half circles. When he meet your gaze, you were already staring, but you have the decency to look away, feeling your cheeks heat up. Thank god you were done eating or else you'd be blushing and attempting to swallow your food. Not a good view.
“Um, I... I didn't have a case today and I finished paperwork early so I thought I'd come, um.” He stammers, straightening his posture and exhaling. The middle of his forehead creased a bit and you find it incredibly endearing seeing him trying to figure out the words.
“...you were craving caffeine so you came to the best place near your work?” you complete his sentence with a playfully smirk dancing across your lips.
“Yes!” Spencer exclaims, clearing his throat realising his voice had failed. He offers you a sheepish smile, to which you respond with a grin of your own. “Yes, and... well.”
“It's okay,” you tap your fingers against the hard wood. “You can admit that I make the best coffee.” The convinced stance you had made him chuckle, eyes traveling over your frame discreetly. He could only hope he was being discreet.
“I wanted to see you.” He admits. “And for the coffee, of course.”
Sometimes you had the impression that he did know the effect he had on you, either that or he just didn't want to see it.
“Of course.” You nod as if it was obvious. “Sure.” He wanted to see me? Me?
He pulls his glasses up again, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. He was about to say something when he jumped on his seat, groaning as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“I have to go,” he says, disappointment lacing through his tone. You brush off his apologetic expression.
“That's completely understandable. Duty calls.” Both of you stand up. You still had half an hour left of your lunch, you guess you would have to resort to play your mobile game instead of flirting with a handsome FBI agent. “I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Hopefully,” Spencer picks up his work bag and the coffee cup you thought he had already finished. The corners of his lips raise a bit when he catches the boy genius written in a messy handwriting on the cup. “It's not a local case...”
“Oh,” you try to hide your lack of joy. “Alright. Be careful then.” Spencer nods, giving you a tight-lipped smile. “And don't betray me for another barista, boy genius.” That got you one of his short laughs that made his eyes crinkle in the edges.
“Never.”
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Spencer was back three days later. The case was a hard one, one of those were the unsub decided to not make their lives easier and kept moving across state lines to hide. He was keeping a victim hostage in the trunk of his car and thankfully, they were able to save her in time. Everybody was granted a day-off to get some rest.
It's not like Spencer was married to his work, in fact, he could enjoy a little alone time in the comfort of his home with a book and some coffee to accompany his quiet reading.
But that's the problem.
Routines are hard to create and they are hard to let go of. Ever heard the saying “old habits die hard”?
Ivan Pavlov researched about classical conditioning. According to him, you have a stimulus and a response in a given situation. It is likely that you'll keep repeating an action if it proves to be beneficial to you. If you like doing it, you'll barely notice it became an habit.
He's been visiting your coffee shop almost every day for the past weeks and that is an habit he's gotten quite comfortable with.
Therefore, in order to not disturb his routine that is very very important to him — honestly? Spencer can't handle changes — he drives down to Enchanted Brewing. The soft jingle of the bell alerted of his entrance.
Spencer gets in line. There's seven people in front of him, maybe because it's lunch hour and all of them are rushing to get their orders. Spencer waits. He still hasn't heard any flirting remarks or winks sent his way and he's not sure if you are not behind the counter today or if his lenses are just really blurried that he can't see your pretty face.
“Afternoon, sir. What would you like to order today?”
You are definitely not behind the counter and he's slightly confused before listing off his order. The clerk notes it down, then he stops midway, studying Spencer with narrowed eyes.
“You're boy genius?”
Spencer blinks, startled. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish and really, what is that question? How is he even supposed to answer that? You call him that, so is that a yes? Is he supposed to say yes—
“Sorry,” the guy says, shaking his head with a laugh, “they told me about you.”
“Oh.” Spencer doesn't know what to say, thankfully, he doesn't have to because he carries on.
“You two have kind of a system going on, right?”
“A- a system?”
The clerk's polite smile widened into a smirk. “Well, yes.” He says slowly. “You order the same thing and they make you an entire difference drink, isn't that it? They explained it and that's how I got it.”
“Uh, yes. I think so. But you don't have to—”
Your coworker waves him off, “I was just making sure you were the guy, really. They left a special order for you in case you appeared while they were still sick.” Spencer's concern is visible through his face. “Sore throat, I asked them to stay at home this week. You know, they don't care about day-offs so I forced it upon them to have it either way since they're sick. Really stubborn, that one. I'm Tim, by the way."
“Spencer.” He gave a little wave while introducing himself and was quick to add. “Are they okay?”
Tim turned to look at him in the middle of the beverage making. He nodded. “Yes, they'll be back in a day or two. Nothing serious.”
Spencer lets out a sigh in relief, leaning against the counter to wait for this order to be ready. He hopes you get better soon and that you were taking proper care of yourself. If he knew, he would have brought some jell-o and mint tea, they are great remedies to soothe a sore throat. After he paid for his surprise drink, he sat down on a table outside, there wasn't a lot of people and he enjoyed his alone time while mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
Maybe if he had gotten your number, he could ask how you were. But he didn't because Spencer doesn't think. He doesn't have game as Derek says, whatever that means. It's not his fault that he can't think straight around pretty people, is it? He can't help it!
He left the café that day with another great drink to add to his list and his mind set on one thing: he's going to ask for your phone number next time he sees you.
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Every person in the whole freaking world decided to appear at Enchanted Brewing today. Nothing wrong with people. You love people, really!
But your back is aching and your hand is cramping from how much you used the hand mixer. God, you needed to lay down for a month and wake up maybe never.
A costumer just left and you finally turn the sign to closed. Thank god. You're finishing cleaning up the tables when you notice the silence. Being around people all day long can be a little exhausting, especially if you have to yell a name in order for someone to pick their order. Your recently recovered sore throat does not appreciate that.
You're alone tonight. Tim left early to run some errands and you're in charge of closing. You don't mind, it's actually peaceful to close the shop and make your way home. You don't live far and the streets aren't too busy nor totally empty.
Boy genius didn't show up again.
You know his job is demanding, he's occupied being a hero and using his brain to solve difficult cases and catch bad guys. You feel bad complaining about your work, knowing what he does. He must get exhausted daily.
You miss him. And it's weird, you're not one to get attached easily. To be able to call Tim your friend took about half a year, you just don't trust people fast. Spencer just feels different. He makes you feel comfortable, despite not having the experience of hanging out with him outside of your work, he's that kind of person that has a safe ambience all over him. You could be wrong, you're aware of that, you don't really know the guy. He's a regular, he loves your surprise coffees, he's got a cute smile and an awkwardness that is endearing. You don't know more than that, but you'd really like to.
After placing your uniform in your assigned locker, you check one more time to see if everything is in place before leaving.
The doorbell scares the shit out of you and you grab the first thing you see to defend yourself, which is your phone.
It's closed. You turned the sign. The lights are off. Who the fuck is entering a coffee shop when all of the lights are off?!
“Uh, what... Why are you threatening to throw your phone at me?”
And there it is, the man you cannot stop thinking about materialising in front of you. Not a burglar.
Your shoulders slump in relief and you lower your phone back to the counter. “Fuck, genius. Don't do that. Why do you always ignore the closed sign?”
“Sorry,” he responded, bashfully, realising how the situation came out. “I saw you were inside and I just came in, didn't thought it through.”
“Mm. You scared the shit out of me.” A soft smile formed on your lips and it soon became a wide grin. “God, you're so...”
“Annoying?” he offers, grimacing as he buries his hand on his overcoat. Both his cheeks and the tip of his nose are pink, reminding you of how cold it is outside. “Sorry, I'll just— I'll leave you be.” The regret on his features is what puts you out of your dazed stare.
You sprint over to the door, blocking his exit. “I didn't say that.” You let out with bated breath. He halts right in front of you, big doe eyes staring down at you in surprise and you're beaming at him again. “You could never be annoying, boy genius. I was about to say amazing, actually.”
Morgan and Penelope are two people that keep making his life miserable by the amount of nicknames they make up for him. But this one? This one he doesn't complain at all. Boy genius. You could call him that every day and he would never dare be annoyed by it. The reason is because he loves your voice — which he realised it's a bit hoarse right now — but that's besides the point.
That is a nickname he missed dearly.
Were they about to call me amazing?
“I have a confession to make.” Emily is one hundred percent right when she said his IQ is slashed to 60 while around pretty people, because now that he's seen you he can't seem to remember what he came here for. “I betrayed you.”
You raise a brow, surveying him with amusement. “Oh?”
“Yes. I, I ordered a caramel macchiato on a cafeteria in Fairbanks.” He elaborated, lifting his hand to brush his hair behind his ear. You wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looked. “It wasn't good. I don't know, it wasn't the way you made so I didn't— I didn't though it was good.”
Your chest swells for a reason you're not sure.
“What I'm trying to say is that... Your coffee is better. No. It's not actually that—”
“Breathe. You're turning red like a tomato.”
That made him impossibly redder. He pushed his glasses up his nose, swallowing hard.
“Spencer,” you say, dropping your flirty facade in fear of him combusting in front of you. You nudge your finger against his hand, timidly. “I won't bite. You can talk to me.”
“Okay.” He croaks out, playing with your fingertips. And without looking directly at you, he lets out a sigh to muster some courage and says, “I like you.” He manages to say, pretending as if the way you said his name didn't affect him that much. You're smiling at him and suddenly he's fourteen again with butterflies in his stomach because his first crush just greeted him in class.
“I like you too,” you confess in a whisper. You're too close yet so far.
Spencer shakes his head, lifting his gaze to yours since he was staring at your hands. “Not like that. Not in a I like-your-coffee-and-your-flirting kind of way.”
You fear you're misunderstanding him and you don't want to make a fool out of yourself, so you remain quiet, getting lost in the twinkle in his brown eyes provided by the street lamp outside.
“I like you in a... I-want-to-spend-more-time-with-you way.” Finally, he says it. Could he have explained it better? Yes. Is he able to do it? Not with you looking at him like that. “I-Mm, I mean, I love your company and spending time here but I would like to take you on a date.” You were supposed to ask for her number first! What are you doing, you idiot?! “If you want to, of course.”
You can't hold back the giant grin taking over your features. “Boy genius,” you drawl out, doing what you've been fantasizing from the first moment you've seen him: touch his hair. You pull a stubborn strand behind his ear and from the way he almost flutters his eyes shut and leans into your touch, you assume he likes it. “When I said that I liked you, I didn't mean as a favourite-cute-costumer-of-the-month kind of way. But in an I-think-he's-cute way.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” You laugh. “Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you. Preferably, somewhere where we don't drink coffee.”
The crinkles around his eyes show up as he chuckles, nodding. “Okay, yeah, we can definitely do that.”
“Cool.” And you can't stop smiling like an idiot.
Spencer not only got the number but a date with the cute barista. He'd say that's very cool.
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New York New Rules Pt. 8
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Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood
Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose
Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
A/N: as promised the new chapter. I’m sorry it turned out pretty short. Even tho I have the plot and ending and everything already planned I felt some writers Block at this part of the story. I hope you guys can still enjoy. And I try my best in the next chapter. But I can’t tell when it comes out. Maybe I find some motivation and time over the holidays soon. Love - Kat
Sam POV
I made a last pull on my cigarette before Danny came to me and tried to comfort me. I dropped the cigarette and extinguished it with my boot. "someone took our knives..." I started and played the situation in the kitchen in my head again and again. I had often felt betrayed but that moment... was one of the highlites. "I don't know who to trust" I whispered and Danny gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead "then don't trust anyone. Not them, not me Sam" one last time I looked in his eyes before he left. Now that my view was clear, my eyes fell on Tara and Mindy who were sitting in the back of the ambulance. But they were not alone. Y/N... what was she looking for here? She should be in the hospital. I watched her calmly. Her forearm was still bandaged, just like Taras back then. So of course she could leave the hospital if she wanted to. Mindy reluctantly hugged her and in the way Y/N held Mindy I could see that she probably needed this hug more than Mindy herself. Her eyes were slightly reddish when she wanted to check on Anika but she had been driven ti the hospital already.
"She said anything?" I asked when I noticed Tara next to me and we watched Y/N together. Seriously and with a cool tone, she said "In fact, I texted her about what happened, but she was surprisingly fast here... maybe she came here with Kirby" slowly I turned to Tara and looked at her without emotion when I whispered "there was second ghostface... but he had helped Anika" Tara tried not to show any reaction so that no one would notice it, but her eyes widened "I also saw a second ghostface, I wanted to go back to the apartment and met him. But he didn't seem to care about me and he didn't want to let me into the apartment" what? Thought Sam.
That was new... Mindy was right. In this franchise, everything was damn possible. I bit my teeth slightly and looked back at Y/N "we have to find out what Kirby and Y/N supervision has to do" Tara followed my look and said coldly "I'm working on it" I nodded to her in agreement and looked back to the alley when a crying attracted my attention to me. Bailey.
Y/N a few minutes ago
Slightly out of breath, I reached the crime scene outside. Almost panicked, I searched for the faces of the Woodsborrow Gang and was more than relieved when I saw Tara and Mindy in the ambulance. With quick steps I ran towards her, few tears in the eyes "hey..." I said quietly.
Tara's gaze hit mine first. She was surprised almost beaten in the face when I pushed all thoughts and feelings aside and took her firmly in my arms. To my surprise, she replied, but only hesitantly. "I just had to come here," I said and detached myself from Tara. We briefly exchanged glances that I could not interpret at that moment that all I could feel and perceive right now was a mixture of worry and deafness. I looked at Mindy and took a step towards her. Silence... we stared at each other longer. Nobody knew what to say. One thing was clear, I was still mad at Mindy... the last few days she hadn’t been a good friend to me but I didn't care right now. On the other hand, Mindy probably only thought again about whether she could trust me.
She sighed as she got up and squeezed me tight. With all the strength I had, I put my arms firmly around her. I had forgotten how good a hug could feel. "How is Anika..?" I asked and managed to hold back my tears. Our embrace easily dissolved when we looked at each other calmly. Mindy's look was now much gentler and friendlier again. The last few hours I only got cold, skeptical and reproachful glances from her.
"They just left, she lost a lot of blood" I nodded "we should go back to the hospital right away" she nodded to me silently and said after a short rest "I'm sorry... I was quite a bitch" I had to laugh "yes and what a one!" With a raised eyebrow she looked at me "but I can totally understand you minds... believe me" now she had to laugh a little and squeezed me again.
And then I felt Mindy squeeze me tighter. It kinda showed me that she was suddenly mega pissed on and shortly afterwards I also knew why.
"I heard what happened, are you okay?" I heard a way too nice voice say. Mindy and I dissolved our hug and I turned around. When my and Ethan's eyes met, I recognized slight confusion in them, but before he could further reveal his reaction, Chad already pushed him furiously against one of the vans on the street and asked "where the hell have you been!"
I turned around. Lost in my mind. I looked down on the asphalt.
Why did Ethan look so surprised. I had to admit that only his eyes had betrayed him. But what did that mean? Didn't he expect me? My thoughts became wilder. Pictures of all events played out like a quick movie in my head when I tried to understand.
Ethan hasn't been at the hospital.
Maybe he was the one who attacked me? I wasn’t sure. But I had a bad feeling about that guy.
"Y/N... your coming?" A voice got me out of my thoughts. I looked up and looked into dark exhausted eyes. But there was so much more. So much more and I couldn't see it exactly.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Tara was about to say something when suddenly Gale interrupted us saying
"I need to show you guys something".
So in the next moments I saw us following Gale, while she kept discussing with Kirby how to do to a proper job and telling Kirby how she didn't new about the place she wanted to show us. I was staying beside Kirby. Tara and Sam behind me. While Mindy and Chad where also right behind us with Ethan and the rest.
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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year
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pairing: lee know x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: lee know being his usual endearing self, but in the morning
warnings: none, i think?
author's note: hi! rey here ♡ thank you so sooo much for giving my last fic so much love!! i appreciate it a lot (: here's another one and please forgive me if it's a mess <3 as usual, feedback is very welcome. please excuse any misspellings or misuse of grammar ): enjoy loves 🌻
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"WHY didn't you text me the whole day my lovely one and only? you better have a good reason for it."
"there goes my supposedly peaceful morning", you mubled to yourself.
beside you stood your adorable boyfriend, having to catch a flight at 5 in order to make it to your sister's baby shower wasn't the most ideal, but again, he'd do anything for his other half.
still half asleep, collecting whatever sanity you have left while looking at the clock, you sighed, "min, i just woke up. it's only 9 in the morning."
"yeah ok, so? my day started at 4 and i was lonely for a good 5 hours my love," he replied while blinking quickly, an act that's very endearing, you have no choice but to give in
sighing for the 3rd time since the last 5 minutes you woke up, you rolled over to the other side of bed; a silent invitation for the man screaming in your ear to come and snuggle since it's still quite early according to your body clock. you know that he's sleep-deprived, so you did hole he'd get the message.
but minho didn't. hell was this a challenge, instead of cocooning your half-awake form, he decided to disturb you. again.
kneeling so his face can be at level with yours, he started to pepper kisses all over: may it be your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, it's safe to say almost 100% of the area got covered with his kisses. on other days, you'd be annoyed and it'll end up a tickle fight or a chase inside the house. but for this particular morning, you decided to savor it, only because you missed him and you had no energy to rebutt his actions.
"are you done?" you managed to squeak out between his loving attacks.
placing a final kiss onto your lips, he replied "yeah, now move." and so you did; you moved onto the other side (or the original position you were in before this man you loved started throwing a tantrum)
he opened his arms and in a heartbeat pulled you into his chest. "i missed you," he blurted out loud. while tiptoeing between the line of unconciousness and being awake, you managed to ask, "really min?"
"mhm", and with that, he attacked you with another round of pecks.
after about 5 minutes or so, he noticed your steady breathing, assuming you were asleep. thinking it was a good idea to meet you in his dreams, he adjusted both of your positions so you could snuggle into his chest with his head on top of yours, your hands on his chest and his encircling your body. he was savoring the moment, as times like these were where he felt really safe and vice versa.
"what did i do to deserve you? i promise, once this whole thing gets settled, i'll be putting a ring on your finger. i'll be the first one you see when you wake up, the one who drives you to and from work, the one who cooks your favorite lambchop, the one who treats you best. i love you. so much," he managed to let it out because he thought the person snuggled into him was knocked out.
luck was clearly not on his side, since you were never really asleep in the first place due to the constant shifting of minho. you managed to smile and look him in the eyes sleepily, while replying, "i love you too, i'll wait for you, min. don't worry, kay?"
a bit taken aback by the one who he thought was asleep, he only giggled and managed to nod.
the both of you really needed this, the warmth from each other, the sweet words and the time. you see, dating a man who has a busy schedule is not that hard. well for some, it may be extremely difficult. but for you? as long as minho showers you with the love you deserve, texts you every now and then, is there for you and wanting to communicate, everything will be okay. he loved you and you loved him, it was the two of you against the world. always.
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𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗
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Summary: "The month of February comes with festivities, love and a warm fuzzy feeling; something Steve has never felt before. What are the chances this is the year things are different?"
Pairings: Steve Harrington × reader
So I was watching this video about a girl bringing her bf balloons for his birthday but she accidentally released them and was sad but the boy was just happy she got them for her and I was inspired to write smth like that. Also I HAD to make Robin and Vickie cannon but hope you all enjoy <3
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It was the fourteenth of February. The day Steve had been dreading the most. It wasn't that he was unlucky when it came to love, he just had never experienced a good Valentines day.
Last year he went on a date with this girl who worked next to family video. And when he took her back to her place, he had to face her boyfriend when Steve had his tongue in the girls mouth. It's good to say both the men never talked to her again.
The year before that, he was in a relationship with Nancy but he couldn't celebrate it as she was busy studying for finals. He did send her a bouquet of roses but he never got a reply back. Maybe she was too busy to receive it.
This year, he had hoped it would be different. Steve did not mind putting in efforts, but he wanted someone to do what he did for his significant other in every relationship.
This year, he was hoping to spend it with you. His best friend turned lover who he had been seeing for the past few months although you had known him his entire life.
He liked you. A lot. You did too.
But his hopes were coming down as the clock at family video struck two pm and you had been mia the whole day.
The last time you saw each other was two days ago when you had come to return all the overdue movies you had in your apartment as exam season was here and you had to study to get into a good university. You had stayed with him for an hour since it was not a busy day but had promised that you would come see him this morning to figure out some plans for the night. Plus you talked last night for two hours anyway.
Now it was afternoon and Steve wasn't so sure about your plans.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Robin packing up. She had been talking nonstop about how Vickie had woken her up with breakfast in bed and had a fancy dinner planned for them. He was happy that she had finally found the one.
Truth to be told, Steve was scared. He was scared shitless that you had finally lost interest in him and hence had made no effort to come and see him.
"You gonna be okay here loverboy?" Robin asks him, making her way across the counter.
"Yeah, yeah I just...dunno. It's stupid but what if she has finally lost interest in me?"
"Like that could happen." Robin rubs his shoulder comforting him. "I mean a girl who can drive 2 hours out of town to get you a basketball shaped chocolate doesn't seem like the type to lose interest in you. I'm sure something came up."
"Yeah. Totally. I'm gonna lock up and go see her. You two have fun." Steve began locking the store up.
He didn't wanna visit you. What if he finds another guy. Not like you would do something like that. Robin was right. You liked him a lot. Always there for him, showed up at his door at even 3 am if he needed you. And not to mention the times he couldn't sleep because of the nightmares from the upside down and you held him for hours, neglecting your own trauma.Still, the thought of losing you ran across his mind too often.
He wasn't something special, you could bag a guy far more better than him. That's what he thought. And he also knew what you would reply to him if he ever said that to you, 'but why would I want someone else when I have you Stevie?'
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Steve reached his home at about 2:30 pm and rang your phone for the fourth time since this morning.Maybe you were ignoring him because you were studying.
Steve rubbed his hand over his face before deciding that these thoughts were not doing him any good. So he decided to sleep away the pain.He took a quick shower and changed into his pyjamas before jumping onto his bed.
Habitually, his eyes wandered to the photo frame you had gifted him two years back. You, with a pink sundress and Steve in swimming trunks, sitting on your lap while you pried him off. It was one of his favourite memories in this house. He can't forget how pretty you looked that day, sunkissed and cheeks red, your lipgloss shining almost as much as your eyes do.
With a last glance at you, he closed his eyes, hoping to wake up with you miraculously curled up next to him.
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Steve's slumber was disturbed by a shout coming from outside his house and a shrill voice yelling his name.
Running down the stairs he quickly opened the door where you stood in a white sundress, the one he loved oh so much with red flowers on it. What he did not love was the fact that you were upset, fresh tears now streaming your fave as you drop the bags you had in your hands.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked you softly while moving to hold your face in  his palms.
"I-I wanted to surprise you with balloons and- and cake but the balloons flew away. I'm so stupid I had to carry all the stuff at once." You sniffled, pointing at the blueish-black sky where a dozen pink and red heart shaped balloons were now floating higher and higher.
Steve's heart felt like it would burst any second. He had not expected this to be the way this night ended. Wiping your still streaming tears with his thumb he says, "that's okay babe I still saw them. You're not stupid you just wanted to surprise me."
"But I am stupid! I overslept this morning when I was supposed to meet you and then woke up at 2 because I was tired from studying. And then when I decided to surprise you all the restaurants were already full or just too damn expensive! I thought I would bake you a cake and get balloons but now even that is ruined. I'm such a bad girlfriend Steve, you deserve much better."
This moment was the one where Steve knew he had found the one. Never had he been made to feel so special from a partner or anyone to be honest. And he hated the fact you thought you had ruined his day when in fact you did indeed just make it ten times better.
"And I ruined your valentines day so bad that even you are crying." You mumble pouting, fidgeting with the bow at your chest.
Steve had not realized he was crying until you mentioned it.
"Baby these are happy tears. C-come inside baby." He nudges you forward as he picks up the packages you had brought for him and holy hell they were heavy. He couldn't figure out how you managed bringing them all at once. No wonder the balloons slipped away.
He walked inside the living area and placed the bags on the countertop and saw a whole bunch of stuff including cheese, pepperoni, pizza sauce and a few snack packages.
"Y/N darling what's all this stuff?" He asks you.
"I thought since we can't go out we could make heart shaped pizzas in your oven." You look at the floor still feeling bad.
Steve couldn't handle you being sad, he wouldn't. He got down on both knees before pulling you in for a kiss. He had never loved you more. Not that he was bold enough to say it yet.
Releasing your lips he grabs your face, 'Y/N listen to me. You didn't ruin anything. I was going to sleep the whole night if you hadn't come. And I understand how important these exams are to you and that you need to study. I don't blame you. The fact that you made all these efforts for me is enough to make me feel loved. You're talking about this when I thought you had lost interest in me. So no, you didn't ruin it. You just made this the best night of my life."
"Really?" You look in his eyes, the bright glint of happiness in yours he loved back again.
He shakes his head before pecking your lips and saying, "Really. Happy Valentine's day baby."
"Happy Valentines day Stevie."
"Now come on, I wanna eat that cake." He stands up taking your hand in his before walking up to the countertop.
"It's your favourite flavour, red velvet." Steve smiles at you before opening the plastic box. There he was met with something that made his day even better.
Three bright words staring at him. I love you.
His mouth dried. He wasn't expecting it. Not so soon anyways.
"Steve.." You call for him nervously, not sure if he liked it or not.
Steve pulled his hand from yours, running up the stairs. You call for him but are met with no answer.
Seconds later, he appears, hands behind his back, clutching something."I wanted to give it to you when I first said I love you but after tonight, I don't think I can wait any longer." He reveals what he was holding. It was a jewelry box.
You take it from his hands and open it. It was a promise ring. The one with a jewel which was the exact color of the sea and the setting sun meeting. Your favourite time of the day.
"I know sunsets are your favourite time of the day but with you by my side, every second is my favourite."
Tears well up in your eyes again and you hug Steve before you start crying. Before Steve starts crying. You both fall down to your knees crying as you pull apart. And then you giggle. So does he.
"That was so sappy." You laugh.
"Hey I like sappy!"Steve comments, making you giggle.
"I love you, Steve Harrington."
"And I love you Y/N L/N"
"Come on. We got pizzas to make. Also do you have ketchup?" You ask him, getting up before slipping the ring on your finger.
"What the moments over?" Steve asks standing up as well.
"Yes Steven, and were on a mission to become the best pizza chefs in the world. Now get the dough ready, I'm serious when it comes to work!"
"Yes ma'am!"
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aliahm · 10 months
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“When I’m not with you, think of you always”
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Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader
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Summary: You wind up talking to Crowley about the unexpected reason you bought your new sunglasses.
Warnings: Mentions of crying and being overwhelmed
If there are any content warnings I left out, or I made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.
(Credit for the beautiful dividers used in this post goes to each of the creators here on tumblr. The images were found on google, and credit for each of them goes to the owners. The title is a lyric from, of course, “Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy” by Queen <3).
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“Hey, love?”
You looked up from your laptop, towards the sound of Crowley’s voice, and saw him standing in the living room doorway.
“Hm?”
“Where’d you get these?”
Dangling from his fingers was a pair of sunglasses that somewhat resembled his own.
“Oh,” you responded, a bit reluctantly, “I bought them a few days ago. They’re for uh, going out”.
He turned the sunglasses over in his hands, observing them more closely. “We went to lunch yesterday and you didn’t wear them”.
You nodded, “Yeah, they’re only for when I’m not with you”.
“Well,” he scoffed, caught off guard by your response, “I suppose if we walked around wearing the same thing it’d get old soon enough”.
You smiled amusedly, and before you could stop yourself, you replied: “True, but that’s not the reason”.
“Then what’s the reason?”
“Damnit” you mentally cursed yourself for letting that slip.
Your eyes zeroed in on your sunglasses in his hands, and then started bouncing back and forth from yours to his, which were hanging from the neckline of his shirt.
“It’s not important.” you answered hesitantly.
“Honey-”
“You don’t believe me, right?”
“Not for a second”.
He walked over to the couch you were sitting on, and knelt behind it, as you turned around in your seat to fully face him.
“What’s going on?”
“It might sound kind of strange”.
“That’s alright,” he reassured you. “you know you can talk to me”.
You nodded, and told him:
“I bought them for when I’m not with you, because I don’t need them then”.
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“Cause you help me through it when I’m overwhelmed, but when you’re not there, all I can do is cry”.
“and you bought the sunglasses because you don’t want anybody to see you?”
You nodded again. “People don’t usually react well when I cry, but it happens so much. Even when I don’t want to cry, it happens, and I hate it”.
“Tears are nothing to be ashamed of,” he reminded you, “especially when you’re overwhelmed, and you have to put yourself first when that happens. It doesn’t matter what anyone else might think about you crying”.
“I know that,” you agreed, “but still, you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like it’s okay to cry at all. When you’re not around, I go back to trying to hide it, cause it’s all I know how to do”.
“Sometimes I wish I could be there all the time.” He told you, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. “Makes me feel better to know I’m right there if you need me”.
“I know,” you replied, squeezing his hand, “but I won’t ask that of you. We both know I can handle myself, I’m just trying to figure out how to do that”.
“You’re not some problem to be “handled”, baby. You’re a person with feelings, and you already do a damn good job at handling those feelings every day, even when it’s difficult”.
A grateful smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and he continued:
“Even so, neither of us can control peoples’ reactions to what we do, and we both know I wouldn’t react well if anyone decided to judge you for crying”.
He nodded towards your sunglasses.
“If these help you when I’m not around, then good, but if ever they’re not enough, then you come to me, or just say the word and I’ll come to you, no matter where or when”.
“I promise I will”.
“Good”.
He smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead, and you smiled along with him, an idea suddenly entering your mind.
“Wanna see me try the sunglasses on?”
Crowley laughed, and gently ran his fingers through your hair. “Go for it, sweetheart”.
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just-dino-maggie · 1 year
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hi!! would you be able to write something for jack hughes using prompts 3,11, and 52??
Thank you to the person who requested! I loved writing this one so I hope you like it!
3. Caring for their injuries and placing a gentle kiss on each one when you're finished
11. Washing their hair
52. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”
The NHL season is hard on all the guys and I knew that before dating Jack. I had seen those posts of the crazy injuries people have played through but I guess I never thought it would be him.
It’s near the end of the season. Jack and I are sitting on our couch in his apartment watching our favorite show. We are cuddled up together and he’s rubbing my back.
My leg starts falling asleep near the end of an episode so I shift my weight. When I do it I hear Jack wince. “I’m so sorry did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No baby you didn’t do anything wrong I’m just sore.” He replies without looking at me.
I look up at him seeing if he’ll look me in the eyes but he doesn’t. “Why are you lying to me? What’s wrong?” I pry, placing my hand softly on his cheek to turn his face toward me.
“It’s just some lingering stuff from the season. I’m fine, I promise.” He tries to reassure me but I’m not buying it.
I put my hand at the hem of his shirt. “Please let me see.” He simply nods. I life up his shirt and and see bruises and cuts leading down. I begin to wonder how many he has everywhere else. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” My voice wavers when I ask the question. How could he not tell me?
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to worry you. We have good trainers. If I was actually badly hurt I would get them to help.” He holds my face gently. I move his hands then grab his arm and start walking him toward the bathroom. “What are we doing?”
“We’re taking a bath together.” I pause, “Then we’re going to ice the bruises and bandage the cuts”
He shakes his head, “We don’t have to do that. Why don’t we just keep watching TV?”
“You’re right, we don’t have to. But you’re my boyfriend and I care about you. I’m not going to see you hurting and do nothing. If I was as banged up as you are would you think it was ‘nothing’?”
He sighs knowingly, “If it was you I wouldn’t think it was nothing.” He concedes as we entire the bathroom.
I start the tub and remove my clothes with ease. I begin to pull at his clothes, stopping to every few seconds to kiss him. I take a step back and look at him. He has so many bruises but only a few cuts. I’m mad at myself that I hadn’t noticed sooner.
When we finally get in the Bath I sit behind him. He lays against me and I rub the hot water into his skin. I hope that it gives him some relief. I begin to wash his hair and he completely relaxes under me. It feels good to make him this comfortable especially when he’s in pain.
When I’m done washing him we sit in the tub together, basking in the peace. I start kissing his neck, “Are you ready to get out.” He mutters a yes and I walk him to the bedroom.
We both put on some undergarments and I grab some first aid things. I ice his bruises and clean his cuts before bandaging them. I take my time pressing soft kisses to every blemish. Every hurt I try to replace with my touch. I know it isn’t doing much but his eyes beg me to continue.
When I’m finished we end up cuddled in his bed. “Please, always tell me when you’re in pain.”
“I will, as long as you do the same.” He respondes and we drift off to sleep together.
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shelbystales · 8 months
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Best Aid - Part Five
Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.
Warning: swearing,
A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.
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You were on your way to your brother's house to pick up your mom. You managed to buy a car, not with the help of insurance, of course.
"Hey, momma," you greeted her with open arms as she walked out the door with your brother, "how you doin'?" you asked, hugging her.
"Good, my love," she replied with a smile. She seemed well, with rosy cheeks and wearing a cute blue floral dress.
"What's up?" you greeted your brother with a hug, "how's everything?"
"All good. She's feeling a bit fancy today. Keeps insisting she's going on a date," he shrugged, and you smiled.
"Cute. I'll bring her back in the late afternoon, alright?" you asked, and he nodded.
You and your brother aren't super close. You get along well, but you're not best friends. In fact, you're not very close to any of your siblings. Over the years, you've all gone your separate ways, naturally growing apart. It's just the way life goes if you don't make an effort.
You took your mom for a coffee at the botanical garden and took a stroll with her. She delighted in a pistachio ice cream and was enchanted by the thousands of different flowers.
She seemed to be in good spirits, with some minor memory lapses, occasionally asking where this beautiful place was, but nothing too concerning. Nothing that indicated her Alzheimer's condition was worsening. she was at the beginning of the disease, you and your siblings discovered her alzeimer less than six months ago. You quickly pulled some strings and put her on an innovative treatment at your hospital that promised to delay the effects a little. So far it seemed to work, the disease was progressing slowly.
You both sat on a bench near an artificial pond teeming with fish. You picked up some seeds from the ground and handed them to your mom to throw into the water. Each seed hitting the water and capturing the attention of the fish brought a joyful laugh from her.
Something people don't talk about much is how some elderly folks, at a certain point, become reminiscent of children. They start to live a lighter, happier, and carefree life.
"How's your life, daughter?" she surprised you with her question.
"Good," you smiled.
"When are you gonna introduce me to that boyfriend of yours?" she asked, making you laugh.
"What boyfriend?" you asked, and she didn't respond. She gazed into the horizon as if searching for the answer, but it wasn't in sight. To avoid her getting frustrated, you changed the subject, "You know, there's a guy I thought might be interesting to pursue, but I've changed my mind, Mom. Too much work," you chuckled.
"Oh yeah. Love truly is a job. It takes time and a lot of effort," she spoke, returning to her normal tone as if nothing had happened.
"I know, I don't think I'm ready for that," you said, and she smiled at you.
"We're never really ready. And that's why it's so good. Imagine being ready for everything. Life would be so monotonous... so boring," her words made more sense to you than ever.
"Momma, you're so wise, you know that?" you smiled and hugged her affectionately “I love you”
“I love you too, honey,” she said giving light taps on your back.
During lunchtime, you took her to her favorite restaurant, not that she remembered that detail. After lunch, you headed to your house, and she comfortably dozed off on your bed while watching a soap opera, Ozzy sleeping snuggled at her feet. He liked her.
Taking advantage of her nap, you grabbed your patient records and began reviewing the files of the patients scheduled for your upcoming shift, as usual.
On the other side of town, Thomas was deeply immersed in the battle against the Italian mob.
He had found himself entangled in a war that seemed to have no end in sight.
Thomas Shelby, was known for his cunning tactics and unyielding determination, and he knew how to navigate a world where loyalties shifted like sand and trust was a rare commodity.
The Italian mob, equally fierce and calculating, was proving to be a formidable adversary. One that he should fear since they had no limits.
Just this week they tried a deathly attack on his younger brother John. That didn’t go well for the mob. John pulled a Houdini act and got out of dodge. Giving Thomas a small win or rather not giving a loss.
Now Thomas had to think about his next moves, but the only thing in his head was you and your fucking safety. He had put two men to watch you at every hour, 24/7. If you ate a fly he would know, if you hiccuped he would know.
He didn’t want you to pay for his mistake. He couldn’t have that.
But there was something more to it, something more to you that he couldn’t quite understand yet. In the middle of all the chaos in his life, you felt like a piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit. And it was driving him nuts.
"Tommy," Arthur asked, stepping into his brother's office. "We're ready," he said. Tommy nodded and got up to follow his brother to the meeting room, where they were about to have a family meeting.
"Glad to see you in one piece, brother," Tommy said, embracing John.
"Me too," John replied with a smile.
"Alright," Tommy said, taking a seat. "We need to establish a few things today. First off, personal security. Everyone's already got bodyguards, I made sure of that. Don't worry, they're paid not to be seen. Also, don't leave the house without letting someone know. You can either message the family group or someone directly. The Changrettas aren't messing around, and they want our blood."
"And whose fault is that?" Polly asked confrontationally.
"You really want to go there?" Thomas asked seriously. "Because as far as I know, the death of his father worked out pretty well for you, Poll."
"It had to happen," Arthur chimed in with the facts.
The feud between the Shelbys and the Changrettas had been brewing for a long time. They were at each other's throats over territory last year, though it hadn't yet turned into an all-out war. The Changretta patriarch had been growing more brazen and greedy, pushing boundaries with each passing day.
Polly owns a five-star hotel in the city center, and on numerous occasions, he would get drunk and create scenes in the hotel lobby. And it often got to the papers and her clientele would drop like crazy for the following weeks. His fixation on her, driven by an unreciprocated affection, only intensified the animosity
Last year's territorial dispute had been a warning sign, a foreshadowing of the chaos that was about to unfold. The Changretta patriarch's audacity had only fueled the fire
But the breaking point came when he attempted to assault Lizzie, Thomas's assistant. Yes, she used to be a prostitute in the past, but that doesn't give any man the right to violate her. Besides, Lizzie has been Thomas's steady affair for years.
Polly crossed her arms defensively. "I'm not saying I'm sorry for what happened. But it could have gone another way," she retorted, her voice sharp.
"It hasn’t, Poll," Tommy replied evenly. “ We need to stay focused on what's happening now. The Changrettas are out for revenge, and they won't stop until they think they've settled the score."
"Right," Ada chimed in, her tone serious. "So what's the plan, Tommy?"
Tommy leaned back in his chair, contemplating. "We hit 'em where it hurts. We disrupt their operations, cut off their resources.”
Arthur leaned forward, his expression determined. "And we make it clear that they'll regret messing with us. We won't back down."
“How do you plan on doing that?” Polly asked, armed crossed
“We need allies” he answered
Back at your home, your mother's nap ended, and she woke up with a contented smile. You put aside your work and joined her in watching the remainder of the soap opera.
As the afternoon turned into evening, you prepared to take her back to your brother's place.
As you were dropping her off, you were invited to have dinner at your brother's house. His wife is a kind and easygoing person, sometimes even more so than he is. Spending time with them was pleasant, a change from your routine as a single woman living alone and having solitary dinners with your cat.
When you finally got home, you noticed your apartment door was open. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could have left it that way, but the voice in your head quickly dismissed that thought.
Without any desire to find out if someone was still inside, you turned on your heels and dashed back to your car. The only thing in your mind being the safety of your cat.
Doing what any normal person would, you called the police.
You quickly dialed the police and explained the situation, your heart pounding as you waited for their response. They assured you they would send officers over right away.
Standing by your car, you felt a mix of anxiety and fear, wondering what you might find inside your apartment.
Within minutes, the sound of sirens grew louder, and two police officers arrived at the scene. You explained the situation to them, your voice shaky with apprehension. They assured you that they would thoroughly check your apartment and asked you to stay outside.
As you watched them enter your apartment building, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Moments later, they returned, confirming that there was no one inside, however, they said it seemed someone had broken in. All your things were out of place.
They said they would get the security camera's videos and find the person behind this. And they insisted you slept somewhere else.
You went back to your apartment to gather a few stuff and find Ozzy. When you walked in you were startled. Drawers were pulled open, belongings strewn across the floor, and the place that was once your sanctuary now felt like a violated space. Your pulse quickened as you realized someone had been inside, rummaging through your personal belongings.
After some searching, you found Ozzy under your stove, the poor thing was terrified.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself and ignore the rising panic. The police assured you that they would investigate the break-in thoroughly and advised you not to touch anything until they had collected evidence. "Just get what you need and leave the scene," the offcier said
Feeling a mixture of anger and vulnerability, you sat down and took it all in. You had no place to go. Yes, you could go to your brothers, but it felt like an intrusion. Feeling backed into a corner, you decided to rent a hotel room right next to the hospital. The hotel was cheap, but they had security 24/7 and cameras, which was enough for you at the moment.
The following day was intense. You had to do your rounds at the hospital but every step you took felt like you were being watched, and a sense of paranoia began to settle in. No matter where you went, the feeling of being pursued was constant, leaving you on edge.
You questioned yourself, doubting if you were blowing things out of proportion, letting the break-in get under your skin more than you should. Yet, every time you glanced over your shoulder or felt a shiver down your spine, you couldn't shake the certainty that someone was lurking out there, hidden in the shadows. It was a persistent feeling, like an itch you couldn't scratch.
As you carried on with your hospital tasks, the unease clung to you. It was as if a chunk of your normal life had been snatched away, stolen along with your peace of mind. And in your frustration, you couldn't help but lay the blame on someone: that man with those gorgeous striking sea-blue eyes. Fucking Thomas Shelby.
You cursed his name under your breath, feeling a mixture of resentment and a strange connection you couldn't quite explain. Whether or not he was truly involved, his presence had thrown your life into turmoil, first your car and now your apartment.
"Hey girl, you okay?" Jeremy asked concern etched on his face.
"Yeah, just a bit tired. A little paranoid," you replied, and he chuckled.
"Aren't we all?" he questioned, making you smile.
Jeremy had quickly become one of the most important people in your life. Your friendship was so genuine and light, something that brought you immense comfort. All you wanted was to spill the beans about what had been happening, but was it a good idea?
You soldiered on with your day and tasks, doing your best not to dwell on your life outside the hospital. By the end of the day, you felt so drained that it was as if you had worked three days straight. The truth is, when your mind is on high alert, when anxiety takes over, both your mind and body bear the brunt.
As you arrived at your hotel room and swung the door open, a man's figure seated at the foot of your bed met your eyes. With a scream, you instinctively recoiled, slamming the door shut with force. All you wanted was to run out of there, but before you could, the door swung open, revealing that the man was none other than Thomas himself.
"Fuck!" you exclaimed, pushing the door and, consequently, him. "You're gonna give me a heart attack!"
Thomas rubbed his chest, probably where you had nudged him. "You can be a real charmer, you know that?"
"Charm's not exactly my priority right now," you retorted, still reeling from the shock. Your heart is still beating a million times per second.
"What do you want?" you asked impatiently.
"Just checking up on you," he replied calmly.
"I'm great, can't you tell? Life's just great," you retorted with heavy sarcasm, slumping tiredly onto your hotel bed.
"Why didn't you tell me that someone broke into your place?" he inquired.
"Because you're the bloody reason it happened in the first place! Did that knock on the head mess up your brains? I want nothing to do with you," you stated firmly, frustration lacing your words.
"Look, I know you're angry," he began, his tone softer now. "But I'm worried about your safety. If you're being targeted, you might not be safe here. I can offer you a place to stay, at my aunt's hotel. It's secure, and you can stay there for as long as you need. No strings attached."
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his unexpected offer. "I appreciate the concern," you said, your voice guarded. "But I'll figure things out on my own. I don't need your help."
He sighed his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Look, y/n. I’m not taking no for an answer. You are not safe here. It’s a fact” he said
“And why do you care?” You asked, surprised to see Ozzy climbing on top of the bed and snuggling up to you. He usually hides when people are near.
Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the cat nestled against you.
"Because I've seen what happens when someone underestimates danger," he admitted, his tone softer now. "I've lost people I cared about, and I won't let that happen again if I can help it."
You were taken aback by his candid response, his vulnerability catching you off guard. It was a glimpse into a side of him you hadn't expected. As you looked at him, his expression held a mix of genuine concern and something deeper, a hint of regret perhaps.
"You can't control everything, Thomas," you replied softly, your fingers still brushing over Ozzy's fur.
He nodded, a rueful smile touching his lips. "I know. But that doesn't mean I won't try." he took a deep breath "If not for you, then do it for the cat. He deserves safety," he said, making you chuckle.
"Low blow," you quipped, stealing a small smirk from him.
"I won't bother you. In fact, if it's what you want, I will stay as far away as I possibly can. Just please accept it," he insisted, his tone earnest.
After some thought, you eventually nodded. "I don't want to see your face."
"You won't," he replied, his voice firm as if making a promise.
“Okey” you said giving in
Unbeknownst to you, Tommy struggled to suppress his own desires. While you were seated on the hotel bed, he fought the intense urge to sweep you into his arms. To just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But he knew he needed to respect your boundaries, to earn your trust before making any advances.
After your last encounter with him, he noticed he skipped a few steps. He made you terrified. He made you fear for your life, and according to you, that was the reason you kissed him. And that was not something he wanted. He wanted you to desire him as much as he did you right now.
Your current vulnerability only heightened his need to keep you safe above all else, above all his wishes, holding back his desires for a future moment when you'd be ready for him.
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vbecker10 · 1 year
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On to my second request!
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Scene: One way or another, Loki is now part of the Avengers. Y/N isn't an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D., she works an ordinary job ( i.e. architect, consultant, or sales rep...etc.) but is friends/related to some agents.
Request: Y/N is set up on a fancy blind date to meet up with an agent her friend said was a perfect match for her and Loki is undercover for an intel gathering mission and needs a partner to look less suspicious. He's not her usual type, but she trusts her friend and decides to see it through. Could you please write about the two going through the blind date, she not realizing he is the wrong person until the end of the night. I'll leave the ending of whether or not they actuality end up dating or just stay friends up to you!
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The Blind Date? (Part 1 of 4)
Part 2 | Part 3 & 4 in progress
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warnings: none...? Loki annoying Thor, a vague history of terrible dates, mentions of mob activity (I guess)... idk I'm hoping for a bit funny at first then fluff in the second or third part
Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki
POV: This goes back and forth between Y/N's perspective and Loki's (and if you don't like how I call it Y/N POV and Loki POV... I don't care lol we've all had this convo before and you know damn well what I mean so here goes)
A/N: @soubi001 I love this idea!! I really hope you like this, I'm so sorry it took such a long time and I'm sorry it seems to be getting really long so I'm making it a few parts 💚 thanks for listening to me ramble about this one @michelleleewise
Word Count:
Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout
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(Y/N POV)
"Oh come on, it'll be fun," Michelle urges but you shake your head then hide behind the flimsy plastic menu. "Don't you trust me?" she asks with a wide smile as she reaches across your other friend to tap on the back of your menu.
"Not even a little," you reply slowly in a serious tone.
She scoffs dramatically, leaning back in her chair as she holds her hand over her heart, "Wow Y/N, that really hurts." You stifle a laugh as she turns her attention to the woman sitting between you at the bar, "Can you believe her Jess?"
"Well... you don't exactly have a good track record with setting her up on blind dates," Jess answers, putting her menu down. Michelle rolls her eyes and she continues, "I mean, let's be honest, the last few guys you set her up with were-"
"Horrible," you finish her sentence, looking up from your menu.
"I was going to say not great, but horrible works," Jess agrees with a nod.
"Ugh," Michelle groans, clearly annoyed Jess sided with you on the subject. "Ok, so maybe there were a few duds here and there-"
"A few?" you ask quickly.
"I'll admit, Mark was definitely a jerk... and I guess I should have known Danny wouldn't be your type but they weren't all that bad. You have to give me some credit," Michelle says, not giving up.
"Let's see... Fred was an hour late with literally no excuse then he got annoyed when I didn't want to go to his place after. Kevin brought his cat to the restaurant in a backpack and talked to Mr. Pickles more than me. Derek kept eating off of my plate without asking and he took my leftovers. Toby was into all these weird conspiracy theories and thought Australia wasn't a real place-" you count each person on your fingers as Jess laughs hysterically at your string of terrible blind dates.
"I get it!" she practically yells, cutting you off before you can continue. "But seriously, this guy really is perfect for you. I promise."
"No. Absolutely not," you tell her, crossing your arms as you lean back in your chair. "You've set me up with enough weirdos. I'm not doing it."
"Just this last one," she pleads. "And if it doesn't work out, I'll never set you up with anyone ever again. Jess can be your witness."
You sigh and rub your eyes. "I'm not getting out of this am I?" you ask Jess.
She looks over at Michelle before answering than shakes her head, "Nope, doesn't look like it." She then adds, "Better you than me."
"Thanks," you say sarcastically. You can practically feel Michelle buzzing with nervous energy as you try to think of a way to avoid what is almost guaranteed to be another terrible blind date. After a few moments of silence you breath deeply then throw your hands up in defeat. "Fine... tell me what's so amazing about this guy," you tell her.
"Ok ok ok, so..." Michelle starts excitedly. "He's new to the city, he just moved here with his older brother a couple of months ago. He keeps to himself so he hasn't really made friends with anyone at work," she explains.
"Oh good, so he's anti-social," Jess comments and you can't hold back a laugh.
"What? No," she says then glares at Jess, "You're not helping."
"I wasn't trying to help," your friend smirks.
Michelle groans and looks directly at you, "Ignore her. He's not anti-social, I think he's just a bit on the quiet side. He reads a ton so you guys have that in common."
Jess interrupts again, "Unless he's into smut about fantasy characters I doubt they've read any of the same books recently."
"I read other stuff too," you respond, hitting her shoulder lightly but she raises an eyebrow at you.
"Can I continue?" Michelle asks and you both nod. "So he's super tall and he has a really sexy accent."
"Now those are two things you can definitely build a lasting relationship on," Jess comments and you cover your mouth with your hand to quiet your laughter.
Michelle clears her throat loudly and Jess avoids making eye contact with her. "Do I need to remind you that you are only engaged to Sebastian because I set you two up on a blind date two years ago?" Michelle asks Jess.
"No..." she answers sheepishly. "I'll be quiet."
"Good, now as I was saying..." Michelle's tone becomes excited again. "You're going to love him. Trust me."
You bite your lip then say, "Ok, I trust you. But if he's not totally amazing..."
"I'll never set you up with anyone ever again," she agrees to your terms with a smile. "I'll talk to him Monday at work to set it up."
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(LOKI POV)
"Ah, there you are, brother," Thor's loud voice echoes through the small library. You sigh deeply, setting your tea on the small table next to you. You mutter a greeting in response but don't look up from your book as you turn the page. "What are you reading?" he asks as he settles into one of the leather chairs across from you.
"A book," you reply, "You have heard of those I assume."
"You know that is not what I meant," he says, you can't help but smirk in response to his annoyed tone. After a brief pause, you finally tell him the title of your book and he nods although you know he has never heard of it.
You continue to read, assuming he will grow tired of you ignoring him but after several minutes your curiosity gets the better of you. "Is there something you need brother, or did you truly come to the library to watch me read?" you ask, your eyes still fixed to your book.
"Peter told me you asked him to delete the dating profile he had set up for you," he says.
"I did," you confirm as you turn the page again. "I do not see how this is any concern of yours."
"You only had it for a week," he states.
"That was six days longer than I required it," you reply.
"Did you match with someone that quickly?" he asks in surprise.
You shrug, you hadn't opened the app once after the boy had installed it for you, "No and I doubt I would have. I do not need a computer to solve a problem I do not have."
He sighs, "Loki, you cannot spend all of your free time alone, hiding in the library."
"I am not hiding," you look up finally, closing your book. "And I do not spend all of my free time here, sometimes I read in the park or my room."
He puts his hand over his face and groans. "You know we are going to be on Midgard for the foreseeable future, brother," he reminds you unnecessarily. "It is not good for you to be alone all of the time. How about I ask Jane if she knows anyone you could spend time with? We could even go on a double date, that might be fun."
"As thrilling as that sounds," you say as you roll your eyes. "I am perfectly fine alone. Thank you for your concern, now if you wouldn't mind," you open your book again and wave your hand towards the door.
Before he can respond, the door to the library opens and a SHIELD agent with a tablet enters. She only takes a few steps inside and says, "Captain Rogers needs you to report to the briefing room in fifteen minutes."
You smile to yourself, hoping this new mission will occupy your brother for at least a few days. Thor rubs his hands together and stands up but the agent shakes her head. Thor pauses and she says, "Oh, actually... it looks like this mission is for Loki. Sorry Thor, maybe next time."
You chuckle at the obvious disappointment on his face as you stand up, your book vanishing into your pocket dimension with a flick of your wrist. "Well brother, it looks as though this uninteresting little chat of ours will have to wait until I return," you smirk as you walk past him.
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(LOKI POV)
"Ok team," Stark says when everyone has taken their seats at the large oval table. "This is going to be strictly a recon mission. As most of you know the Sokovian mob has begun opening a large number of restaurants in Manhattan, Philadelphia and Boston. It's been confirmed that the majority of these establishments are being used as fronts for illegal gambling tournaments, money laundering and other criminal activities."
"Such a waste, cause the food is supposed to be really good," Barton says in a joking tone.
Natasha laughs while Rogers crosses his arms and gives Barton a disapproving look. Stark ignores the comment and continues, "Up until now we have been letting state and local law enforcement handle the mob as they normally would but there's been a new development that puts them on our radar. We just received intel that there is going to be a meeting between several members of the Sokovian mob family and two high ranking members of Hydra."
"That can't be anything good," Natasha says. "Does the intel give any details about what they might be meeting about?"
"No," Rogers answers. "That's why we need you and Laufeyson to go undercover as a couple on a date, so you can record their conversation." He opens a small metal case and continues, "You will also need to plant these four listening devices in various locations in the restaurant. Hill has mapped them out for you." You open the folder in front of you again, flipping to the floor plan of the restaurant. Hill added several notes and suggested locations for the devices.
"Since the goal of this mission is to plant the bugs, record their meeting and then get out without being noticed you'll both need to alter your appearance," Hill says to you and Natasha.
You stand up confidently, "That shouldn't be an issue." You hold your arms out slightly at your sides as a green glow surrounds you in a flash. "What do you think?" you ask, running your fingers through your unruly blonde curls. You adjust your dark rimmed glasses then roll up the sleeves on your deep blue sweater.
"Yea..." Stark says. "I'm not sure the professor look is quiet what we were talking about. You're still-"
"Incredibly handsome," you smirk.
"I was going to say tall," he rolls his eyes. "You only changed your hair and added glasses, you still look like you. Try becoming someone no one will notice."
"Ah, yes. One moment," you say then with a second flash of green your appearance changes again.
"Oh come on," Rogers says loudly. He throws his hands up and turns away from you then back quickly.
You look down at yourself and chuckle, you can't remember the last time you were this small. You crane your neck to look up at the Captain who is now almost a foot taller then you.
"What kind of game is this Laufeyson?" he asks.
You feign innocence, "I was merely following Stark's suggestion. I imagine very few people would turn their heads if I walked by as you, the pre-serum version of course."
Natasha and Barton try to contain their laughter while Stark steps between you and Rogers. "Very funny," he says sarcastically. "You get one more chance..." he warns and you nod, clearing your throat as a green glow surrounds you again.
"That's more like it," Hill says and Stark nods in agreement. You shrug, unimpressed with your current form. You reduced your usual height by nearly six inches, changed your hair color to light brown and shortened the length. Your features are different as well, your eyes becoming a dark brown, ensuring that you are completely unrecognizable.
"May I ask, what are your plans?" you turn your attention to the spy.
She smiles and takes a small device out of a pocket on her belt, placing it behind her ear. She taps the device and her face changes right before your eyes. "Its a Photostatic Veil, or Nano Mask depending on who you ask. They are nano-sized holographic cells that can change a person's features and even their voice," she explains in a flawless British accent.
"Impressive," you say with a slight nod as she turns it off. After an hour of discussing the minor details of the mission, you finally head back to your room to finish your book in peace.
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(Y/N POV)
You close the door to your apartment and kick off your shoes then you walk quickly into your kitchen to set your grocery bags on the counter. You reach into your pocket and answer your phone.
"Hi Y/N," the voice on the other end greets you happily.
"Hey Michelle," you reply. You hold the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you begin to unload the groceries. "How's it going?"
"Fantastic," she says and you can tell by her voice that the date is on. "So... I talked to him at lunch today and he is definitely looking forward to seeing you this weekend."
"Great," you tell her, trying to sound enthusiastic. Maybe this wouldn't be a complete disaster like all the others, you think hopefully.
"He said he wants to try one of those new Sokovian restaurants," Michelle says. "I hear the food is amazing."
You laugh, "Me too. They seem to be all over the city all of a sudden."
"Perfect, so it's all set. This Saturday at 7, on the corner of 3rd Avenue and East 6th street," she says, pausing for a moment before adding, "Write it down, so you don't forget."
"I'm not going to forget," you mumble as you roll your eyes.
"I can practically hear you rolling your eyes at me. Look, we both know you have the memory of a goldfish. Write it down," she jokes but you know better then to argue with her.
You grab a pad and pen from one of the drawers in your kitchen and write down the time and address. "There, I made a note," you tell her. You tear off the piece of paper dramatically so she can hear it over the phone then stick it to your fridge with a magnet.
"Good," she laughs.
"So..." you pause. "Does the mystery man have a name?"
"He does," she answers.
"Do I have to guess it?" you ask.
"I'm not telling you," she says, "The last time I told you a guys name before a date, you googled him so much you could have written his biography."
"That's fair, I guess," you admit.
"Oh, I've got to go," she says, you can hear her dogs barking in the background. "I'll text you later."
"Ok, bye," you say just before she hangs up. You put the last of the items in the fridge and check your note.
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(LOKI POV)
"Since Natasha got called away for a mission with Thor, you're going to need to find someone in the restaurant to use as cover. You'll be far less noticeable if you aren't sitting at the bar alone for hours. If you can, get a table as close to the targets as possible," Rogers instructs you.
"I doubt I'll have any issues finding a lovely young lady to spend my evening with," you respond as Hill hands you a small earpiece to use during the mission and the listening devices. After shifting into your undercover form, you straighten your tie and comb your hair with your fingers. Checking yourself in the small mirror you shrug, this is as good as you are going to look.
You reach for the door handle and Rogers stops you. "Remember Laufeyson, you're still on probation and this is officially your first solo mission. Stay on script and under the radar," he reminds you. "You don't want to give us any reason to reconsider the deal we made with Thor. Fury and Tony would have no issues sending you right back to Asgard if anything goes wrong."
You nod silently, not wanting to admit how well you understood the gravity of your current situation. You clear your throat then sarcastically say, "Its heartwarming to see how much confidence the team has in me."
"Just don't make us regret trusting you," he responds as you step out of the van.
Putting your hands in your coat pockets, you turn the corner from 6th Avenue onto West 3rd Street. The restaurant is visible roughly halfway down the street. When you step inside, you can see most of the tables full and the bar is crowded. The hostess walks over to you with a friendly smile and asks if you need a table.
"I'm actually supposed to be meeting a blind date here. Would it be alright if I checked to see if she was waiting for me at the bar?" you ask.
"Of course," the woman replies and you walk past her towards the back of the restaurant.
As you get closer you see several groups of friends, a few couples but only one woman sitting by herself. She is alternating between staring at her phone anxiously and looking around the room. Clearly she is waiting for someone, you think to yourself, but she is your best opportunity at the moment. You take a few more steps towards her and chuckle quietly as an idea quickly forms. You adjust your illusion so she will be the only one in the restaurant to see you as yourself and decide to go on a date, as your brother has so often suggested.
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(Y/N POV)
You hold your phone nervously, seeing a new text from Michelle letting you know he was at the restaurant. You look up, scanning the large space but you have no idea who you are looking for. Suddenly your heart stops when you see Loki walking towards you with a smile.
This can't be happening, you think to yourself. Michelle worked for SHIELD but you knew she barely interacted with the Avengers or even the agents. She was on the technical side, working at least ten floors below them in the Tower. He had to be your date though, you quickly reasoned. Just moved here with his brother... really tall... sexy accent, that all sounds like what little you knew of Loki.
You look down at your phone and text Michelle, "I found him." You slide it into your pocket and get up from the stool as Loki approaches you.
"Hello darling," he says smoothly.
"Hi, I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself with a smile. You feel your phone go off but without reading the message, you put it on silent.
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Imagine accidentally setting up your member with Joshua even though you both have feelings for each other
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When you found out Joshua was dating your member part of you felt betrayed, then you felt silly for even feeling that. Neither of them knew your feelings so didn't owe you any loyalty in that respect but still you felt upset. The only person who knew your feelings for Joshua were his members. Or 3 to be precise Jeonghan, Scoups and DK. You got along well with all his members and hung out with them a lot. One day you were at their house but Joshua wasn't there yet, he was joining after work. The trio all noted how aware of his absence you were and when they caught you texting him several times Jeonghan just asked "y/n do you like Joshua?". You froze and went bright red making DK and Scoups burst out laughing. You gulped and stared at them "I...he's really nice and good looking, I'm not sure what I feel but yeah". The members all smiled and you did too before it dawned on you what you'd done. You swore them all to secrecy and they agreed, promising you they wouldn't tell Joshua what you'd said. You thought they'd probably say that and then tell him as soon as he walked through the door but they kept their word and you appreciated that. They subtly encouraged you to ask Joshua out or for you to let them hint to Joshua you were interested but you were always too shy. Then your friend beat you to it.
Your friend Yuji was bored one day so you took her with you when you were going to meet Joshua. She seemed to really get along with him which didn't surprise you. In your mind Joshua was one of the nicest people in the world so who wouldn't like him? You just didn't realise how much she liked him. So Yuji started coming with you everytime you hung out with Seventeen and still you had no idea anything was going on.
When Joshua announced it you were just as shocked as his members and several looked at you confused. Even the ones who didn't know about your feelings assumed you and Joshua were kind of dating based on how much you got along. So they were shocked he and Yuji were a thing and not you and him. Of course Yuji was looking to you as her friend so you smiled and told her it was great. You couldn't even look at Joshua but if you had managed to look at him you would've seen how he also couldn't seem to meet your eye. As soon as was possible without being suspicious Jeonghan pulled you aside along with Scoups to ask what you were going to do. When you replied “nothing” both of them weren't happy. "No it's not right" Jeonghan told you "and you shouldn't take this lying down, you need to fight!". "But how?" you asked "neither of them did anything wrong". "Yeah but just because they're dating doesn't mean you can't tell Joshua how you feel" Scoups said. You paused "I don't know though, doesn't that make me a bad person for messing with their relationship?". Scoups shook his head "no, y/n there are times when you have to put yourself first. If you don't say anything and they keep dating imagine the worst-case scenario they fall for each other and then get married. It'd be a lot harder to tell him then, compared to now when they've been dating a week". You nodded along but still weren't sure and the boys could tell. Time passed as you mulled it over. Things didn't change that much. You still hung out with Seventeen and Joshua, just not with Yuji. She and Joshua obviously hung out alone now and sometimes they'd miss the group parties to be together. Which was all fine or so you told yourself when in reality it made you feel all fluttery and weird. For the first time in weeks Joshua was at the regular Seventeen weekend festivities. Yuji had gone home for the weekend and so it was just the members and you "like old times" as Jun had said which made you smile to know the boys liked you. The members were very happy at everyone being here and so they went a little over the top. Pretty much everyone was drunk and that's how some secrets got out. Dk was explaining the scratching incident where he and Joshua both claimed the other was at blame for the scratch Joshua got. He’d conveniently waited for Joshua to leave the room before he launched into his story and no matter how many times DK tried to tell his side of the story things just didn't add up. So you told him that. “Well of course you'll side with Joshua you're into him" Dk said and you froze. Scoups and Jeonghan paused while the other members around laughed. "Wait what?" Vernon asked looking at you and Jun smiled "you like Joshua?". Dk's eyes went wide and he immediately realised what he'd done. "Y/n I'm so sorry" he said trying to grab you, making the whole situation worse so you grabbed his hand and took him outside. Jeonghan followed and helped you console DK who was devastated. "I swear I didn't mean to y/n" he promised you "it just slipped out and I...". "Dk it's okay I know you didn't mean to" you said trying to get him to stop crying. Eventually you assured DK you weren't mad and Scoups and Jeonghan reassured you this wasn't bad. "You're allowed to be attracted to someone y/n, you can't control that" Scoups argued. Jeonghan nodded "plus Joshua would be a hypocrite if he got mad at you for being attracted to him, he won't be angry". You were still pretty nervous though for Joshua to find out when you headed back inside. You saw him not a minute after entering and he looked at you. The awkward eye contact told you he knew. "What do I do?" you asked Jeonghan who paused "well I think now is as good a time as any to tell him how you feel". You sighed and nodded but didn't move "I feel sick". Jeonghan laughed "then sit down for a second and plan what you're gonna say. If you want I can take him to one side?". You shook your head "it's okay but thank you". So after drinking some water and gentle soothing from Jeonghan you approached Joshua where he was talking with Wonwoo. "Hey" Joshua smiled softly and you smiled back "hey, can we talk?". He nodded "of course" and led you into a side room that nobody was in. "What's up?” he asked politely pretending like he didn't know exactly what this was about. "I know you must’ve heard what DK said" you told him and he nodded "yeah I heard but don't worry I ignored it". You shook your head "I want you to know it's true, I do like you but don't worry I'm not going to try anything". "You like me?" Joshua asked shocked and you blushed. "Yeah I kind of always have but I respect you and Yuji so of course I'm not going to do anything. I just hope we can move on and kind of forget it ever happened". Joshua paused "forget it...okay if that's what you want, I'll do it". You smiled "thanks Joshua, I really didn't want to lose you over this". Joshua shook his head "don't worry you won't" and you felt relief sweep through you. Unbeknownst to you however Joshua was feeling disappointed. When you told Scoups and Jeonghan what you'd said they were upset. You'd confessed but also told Joshua you weren't going to act and just wanted to forget it all basically ending any chance of this becoming anything more. However they knew it was your decision to make and supported you. You then fretted over if you should tell Yuji what happened. You figured it should come from you and so when she got back from her trip home you asked to meet with her and sat her down. She could instantly tell something was wrong "what's happened?". "So you know the party last weekend? Something happened...I did something". She nodded "okay, what did you do?". "Dk and Joshua were arguing about the scratch incident and DK made a comment about me siding with Joshua because I’m into him...and I agreed". You waited for her to start screaming at you but your friend just smiled "that's it?". You frowned "yeah...I spoke to Joshua and explained I'm not going to try anything with him and just wanted to forget it but I felt like I owed it to you to explain myself too". Yuji smiled "Y/n it's fine! Joshua is attractive so all you did was tell the truth. It's not like you kissed him or anything right?". You shook your head "of course not!". "Then it's fine" she smiled "now I have so much to tell you! Guess who I saw on my trip home...Cole!". Cole was this guy from Yuji's hometown who she'd known from her trainee days. You’d never liked the guy and found he and Yuji always had a weird relationship. They’d never dated but hooked up a fair few times before he’d always go awol and disappear usually leaving her heartbroken. He had this weird hold on her where she couldn’t seem to say no to him and this immediately made you nervous. “Ow yeah?” you asked and she nodded. “He was at this party my dad was throwing and we spent the whole night just talking together, isn’t that insane”. You nodded but didn’t comment. “He also seems...different, like he’s so much more mature and apologised for all the times he hurt me”. Well that was something atleast so you smiled “i’m pleased”. “It was so nice seeing him again and the best news is, he lives here now”. You panicked “here? As in...”. “He literally lives a 15 minute drive from our house and I had no clue, how crazy is that?”. You nodded the knot in your stomach getting worse “crazy...”. “I just feel like everything in my life is really good right now. Our group is doing well, I’ve got a great boyfriend and now my oldest friend is back”. You nodded pleased she remembered Joshua, despite everything you did not want to see Joshua get hurt for Cole of all people. So you decided to relax and trust Yuji.
That was a mistake and it didn’t take long for that to show. 
It started off slowly with her lying about details of Cole to Joshua. She told him he was a friend of her brothers when that wasn’t true and said he had a girlfriend which he didn’t. She also hadn’t told him about their history together and how they’d been an item for a while. Jeonghan and Scoups wanted to tell Joshua but you refused to butt in. Then finally Yuji started telling Joshua she was meeting a friend or worse you when she was going to Cole’s house. It was starting all over again and you decided to nip this in the bud. 
Yuji had been busy all week with work and mainly Cole but she was coming to the weekly Seventeen party and you were driving her. It was the only time you’d be able to get her alone so you took the opportunity. “Yuji I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me okay?”. She nodded “of course! What’s wrong?”. “Earlier this week, why did you tell Joshua we were having a movie night when you were at Cole’s?”. She stiffened and paused “I don’t know it just seemed easier?”. “To lie to your boyfriend?” you asked and she sighed. “You make it sound so bad...all I did was withhold information that would make him worry”. “And why would it make him worry?” you asked. Yuji frowned “he doesn’t like Cole, when he met him he worked out we used to be a thing and he thinks Cole is still into me. He claims Cole changed anytime I left the room and was rude to him but I think Joshua’s just imagining things”. That didn’t sound anything like Joshua but you didn’t get into that “well he asked me how the movie night went and I had no idea what to say. Please don’t involve me in your schemes”. “What did you say?” she asked and you replied “I told him there was no movie night, atleast as far as I was aware”. Yuji hit your arm “Y/n! You’re the worst friend ever!”. You glared parking the car outside Joshua’s house. “Yuji I won't lie to Joshua for you, you're my friend but so he is too, plus it's just wrong!". She sighed "is this because of your feelings for him?". Your eyes widened "of course not! If it was the other way around and he asked me to lie to you I wouldn't. I've told you I can control my feelings for him, I won't risk our friendship for that". She sighed but nodded "I believe you, I'm sorry for even asking". You shook your head "it's okay, it makes sense you would think that". "I'm sorry for lying and involving you, I'm just all turned around and don't know what to do. Joshua is great but Cole is too". You nodded "well don't do anything with Cole while you're dating Joshua and then you haven't done anything wrong, you can't help it if you have feelings but acting on them is different". Yuji paused “I invited Cole here tonight”. “Did you tell Joshua?” you asked and she nodded “he said it was fine...why am I like this?” she sighed. You patted her back “it’s okay stay calm. Just get through tonight without doing anything rash and you can work everything else out tomorrow”. "You're totally right I won't, now let's go inside". "You sure?" you asked "we can wait if you aren't ready, or I can take you home...". She shook her head "let's go" and opened the door.
The party was as good as always with one exception. Yuji was being very touchy and forward with Joshua and you couldn't seem to stop yourself from spotting it. How she'd whisper things in his ear making him smile or trail her hand up and down his leg making him blush. You weren't sure if this was Yuji's way of working out how she felt but you wish she'd picked a method that wasn't so visible. Then again if she wanted to touch her boyfriend she could so figuring you were the one with the problem you walked out of the room. Jeonghan was stood on the balcony and smiled when he saw you "done seeing Joshua and Yuji feel each other up". You burst out laughing and nodded "so done". Jeonghan smirked and took your hand "come on, you need a drink".
After that you avoided the two of them and had a good night. You stuck with Jeonghan and Scoups and had a great time, the two eldest definitely knew how to have a good time and though it would've been even better with Joshua, the two were good substitutes and you were pleased you were now close enough with them that you didn't have to have Joshua around. The two also drew in a lot of their members and soon there were lots of you all crowded around the kitchen laughing and joking. 
Then Joshua appeared and you could tell by his face something was wrong.  "Hey have you seen Yuji?" Joshua asked and you shook your head "no, why?". "She left to get a drink half an hour ago and I haven't seen her since". You frowned and got a bad feeling. "Yuji?" Dino asked "I saw her upstairs about 30 minutes ago, maybe she's still there". Joshua frowned "upstairs? I wonder why she was going up there". "She was with that friend of hers...what's his name". You paused and grabbed Joshua "why don't you and Jeonghan look downstairs and outside and Scoups and I will search upstairs?". Joshua paused before nodding "okay". "Great" you said smiling fakely and grabbed Scoups arms. You practically dragged him away and he looked at you "you think something's happening between them don't you?". You nodded "I hope I'm wrong but Yuji's been having thoughts about Cole and if they are...Joshua doesn't deserve to see that". Scoups nodded "but we're not going to keep it a secret right?". "Of course not but we will let Yuji tell him, if she's done anything which she might not have". You reached the top of the stairs and began searching the rooms. You didn't find anything until only one room remained. You were about to open the door when Joshua appeared Jeonghan tailing. "Joshua..." you said and he looked at you "is she in there with him?". You froze "we don't know but you should go downstairs...". "No if she's cheating on me I want to know" Joshua said "now y/n please stand aside". You looked at Jeonghan and Scoups for help but Jeonghan shrugged and Scoups sighed "it's his choice y/n". So you stepped away and Joshua opened the door. The glimpse you got was more than enough to confirm your worst fear. The hurt on Joshua's face broke you but that quickly changed to anger. You'd never seen Joshua angry before but walking in on his girlfriend cheating on him was sure to do it. He began to shout and Scoups rushed in to stop him from doing anything. Jeonghan tried to calm him and you helped Yuji get dressed and shielded her. Cole however started yelling back at Joshua like he had no shame. Saying horrible things like how Yuji never even liked Joshua and wished Joshua was him every time. "Shut up Cole!" you yelled and he smirked "why? Surely this is exactly what you wanted? Don't act so innocent, you know you pushed us all to this just so you could have him. You're practically an accomplice". "You shut your mouth before I shut it for you!" Joshua yelled and Jeonghan had to help hold him back. Yuji was crying and although you were furious at her too, you put an arm around her. "Go wait in my car, I'll take you home" you told her giving her your keys and she nodded. Yuji hurried from the room but Cole was still kicking off. "Y/n" Jeonghan called and you tried to help. "Take Joshua into one of the other rooms while we get rid of this trash" Scoups said to you and you nodded gently taking Joshua's arm "Joshua I know you're angry but he's not worth it, please come with me". Joshua paused and glanced at you. He looked back at Cole before sighing and nodding "let's go". You led him away while Cole was still shouting and to a room down on the opposite end of the corridor. 
Once you'd closed the door you looked at him "okay go, vent". Joshua groaned "I'm so stupid!". “No you’re not” you replied and he shook his head “I am, I could tell the second I saw her with Cole that there was something going on...and then when she was telling me friend’s names who I’d never heard before I knew she was lying to me but I did nothing”. You shook your head “none of this is your fault Joshua, it’s on Yuji and Cole, you did nothing wrong”. He sighed “but it is because I said yes to her when I didn’t want her, not really”. You frowned “you didn’t?”. He shook his head “I wanted you”. 
You thought you misheard him and paused “I'm sorry?”. “I’ve always had a thing for you and I wanted to ask you out for ages but I was never sure if you liked me back. Then when Yuji asked me out I figured you really must not like me back because surely she wouldn’t ask out her friend’s crush. I was hurt and Yuji seemed nice enough so I said yes but the whole time I wanted it to be you y/n”. 
You blinked trying to clear your head “Joshua you’re pretty drunk and this has been an emotional night, I think it’d be best if we stopped and gave yourself a chance to think more about what you’re saying tomorrow morning”.  "I don’t need time it’s all true y/n, it was always you but I was too much of a coward" and he walked closer making you back up. "Joshua I think..." you started but he carried on. "I've always been attracted to you, my eyes go to you naturally and I love being around you. All my members love you and you’ve always been so kind to me. I know I can trust you and I value your presence in my life more than you could ever know. I want you y/n...so much" he said stopping in front of you. Those words made your stomach do somersaults but you sighed "Joshua". "Don't" he said and he leaned down to kiss you. 
Your heart was hammering in your chest and the alcohol you had also consumed didn’t help your mind try to work out what was happening. Everything Joshua had said made you feel weak at the knees but you also knew he’d just gone through a major emotional blow and didn’t want to take advantage of him in a vulnerable state. So as Joshua came closer you turned at the last minute and he kissed your cheek instead. "Joshua I can't" you said but he just made a noise. "Don't you want me?" he asked softly and you smiled sadly grabbing his hands "I do, you have no idea how much but not like this...you're hurt and upset. I get it, you want to hurt them back but you're better than them. You don't have to sink to their level. You can choose to be better". Joshua sighed "but I’ve wasted so much time with you...". "I'll be here no matter how long it takes you to get over this" you told him gently moving his hands back to his own body "I'm not going anywhere". "You mean it?" Joshua asked a tear slipping down his cheek and you nodded "I promise" wiping it away. Joshua nodded and then there was a knock at the door. You called come in and Scoups and Jeonghan appeared "hey Cole is gone, are you okay?". Joshua nodded "yeah I'm okay" but they could tell he wasn't. Jeonghan hugged him and you stepped away. "I have to go take Yuji home" you told Scoups "do you think he'll be okay?". He nodded "we won't leave his side, thank you y/n for everything". You nodded and gently told Joshua you had to go. He nodded wiping his eyes and hugged you. "I'll text you tomorrow okay?" you asked and he nodded "okay". His eyes were glued to you and it pained you to see him so sad.
The minute you stepped in the car Yuji launched into an apology but you shook your head. “I told you Joshua was my friend and I didn’t want to see you hurt him but you did and i’m angry. Not because of what I feel or don’t feel for him but because he’s my friend. I’ll always be your member but I think I need some space from you right now”. Yuji nodded “okay” and you drove home in silence.  
You didn't get much sleep that night and woke up early. You texted Joshua telling him you hoped he was okay and you were here if he needed you. You kept thinking back to last night when he tried to kiss you and wondered if he meant everything he said. He was drunk and pretty upset so you’d get it if he didn't but you’d be crushed of course if it was all a lie. Joshua texted you a little later thanking you and asking if you could come over. You agreed and drove there nervously. When you got there the house was oddly quiet. You heard someone around the back so went that way and found Scoups. He smiled when he saw you "y/n! How are you doing after yesterday". "I'm alright, how is he?". Scoups sighed "he’s okay I think. He slept in and Jeonghan was with him for a bit this morning...have you heard from Yuji?". You shook your head "i don't expect to, when I dropped her home I told her I was mad at her and needed some space". Scoups nodded "that's fair, come inside. Most of the members are in a semi-state of consciousness". You said hello to the few in the kitchen who looked bright-eyed and not hungover (The8, Wonwoo, Woozi and Vernon) and were just texting Joshua when he appeared with Jeonghan. He saw you and paused "y/n...i didn’t know you'd arrived". "I just got here" you explained and wondered if the way he couldn’t look at you was good or bad. "Great, should we head upstairs?". You nodded and followed him to his room. 
Once inside Joshua paused "so firstly I wanted to thank you for last night...for so many reasons. For comforting me, for trying to protect me, for getting me out of that room with Cole and for stopping me from kissing you". Your heart skipped and you nodded "no problem" looking down. Joshua saw your reaction and panicked "not that I would’ve regretted it...but the circumstance wasn’t good and as you said, we don’t want to start that way". You looked back up "so everything you said last night...". "I meant" he said smiling softly "i like you y/n". You blushed and Joshua chuckled "you're so cute". You blushed even more and Joshua took pity on you "I want to date you but I was wondering...do you think we should jump right in?". You shook your head "no I think you need a bit of time. What happened was awful and you need to heal". Joshua nodded "but what if it takes a few weeks or something. I don’t want you to get bored". You shook your head "Joshua your healing is so important i don’t care how long it takes. Your mental health is a priority I can wait for". Joshua blushed and chuckled "it's ironic that you saying that really makes me want to kiss you". You blushed but smiled "I’ll be ready whenever you are, now have you eaten? should we go grab something?". Joshua smiled "let's go" and led you downstairs. All eyes were on you as you came down and you knew they were all dying to ask if you were now together. You sat together and acted as normal but it felt different. Now you knew Joshua liked you everytime he looked at you your heart raced. Any time your arms grazed one another you got goosebumps and when he said your name it was like a shiver going down your spine. He was so beautiful and the idea he might be yours...was insane. You and Joshua finally got together 2 months later. You’d tried to give Joshua space at first to deal with what he was feeling then a month in he started inviting you over more and more until you were there all the time. The members all liked you and you were a good house guest so they didn't mind. Plus they could see you and Joshua getting closer and closer and loved it. One day you were sitting outside together laughing about how cute drunk Hoshi was when it happened. "Y/n I'm ready" Joshua said and you paused. It only took you a few seconds to realise what he meant. "Are you sure?" you asked "please don’t rush on my account". Joshua smiled "I'll admit part of me just wanted to run to you but I didn’t. I took time away and hurt and cried but then I got better. That's when I asked you over more and more and now when I wake up in the morning my first thought is you...so I know I'm ready". You blushed and Joshua smiled "so do you still want to go through with this, last chance to back out”. You grinned "there's no way i’m doing that, I'm ready if you are". Joshua beamed at you "then in that case we need to work out where we’re going on our first date but before that there’s something I've been wanting to do for a while now" and he leaned forwards and kissed you. 
It was perfect and you were so glad you'd waited and hadn't given in that night. Now it was so much more special and you could tell Joshua meant it. He wasn’t upset or emotional, he was present and wanted to kiss you for you. When you separated you heard cheers and turned bright red. You saw all the members watching and almost died. You buried your head in Joshua who hugged you and told the guys to shut up while laughing. You stayed in hiding until you stopped blushing and Joshua kept his arms wrapped around you lazily. "This feels so right" Joshua said and you nodded "It does".
It’d taken you a while to get there but you were finally where you were supposed to be.
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It's all academic darlin' PART 8/10
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7
Part 7 and 8 are Explicit. And nothing else makes sense without the first six parts but you do you!
Chapter 8 is 8k, each previous chapter was about 2k on average. Yeah. I'm not going to apologise however if you're expecting a short chapter you might want to get a drink and snack first?
PART EIGHT
            Jake snorts, god, he’s fallen for a giant dork. A hot dork. But still a dork. Who is changing into a different shirt which still, somehow, has fucking roosters on it. How many shirts with roosters on them did he own? How many shirts with roosters on them did one man need to own?
            “You get your sense of humor from Mav don’t you?”
            “Maybe. He’s probably going to want you to come to dinner you know?”
            “Sunday? Family dinner?” Jake asks, because that was one of the emails he’d received just this afternoon. Bradley looks at him, eyebrow quirked and Jakes wants to kiss him again, has no reason not to so he just does, leans forward and gives him a quick kiss. He means for it to be quick anyway, Bradley kisses him back though, chases his mouth when he pulls back slightly and he savors it, the whole experience so novel after months of nothing.
            “What, did he already invite you?”
            “Yeah. He sent me an email about two hours ago. Didn’t reply yet.”
            “Waiting for a better offer?”
            He hadn’t been, had wanted confirmation first that Bradley was who Jake thought he was. And now… well. Yeah, he’ll do dinner with Mav any night of the week. But…
            “Well, you did say you wanted to fuck with him…”
            “Oh my god this is perfect. Let him know you can make it. Then tomorrow I’m going to let him know I’m bringing my boyfriend –”
            “Boyfriend huh?” Jake asks, and he knows he’s grinning, cocky, but he feels like his blood has suddenly turned to ice.
            “Yeah… boyfriend. That okay? I mean, I don’t want to assume anything, but I haven’t exactly been emailing anyone else on an almost daily basis.”
            Jake sucks in a breath, reminds himself he has nothing to lose right now and maybe a lot to gain.
            “I... don't know what to do here,” Jake admits and Bradley glances at him, frowns briefly before smirking at him.
            “Pretty sure you've done this before.”
            “Fuck you,” he shoves at Bradley’s shoulder. “No. Not sex. I’ve fucked around plenty. I –  I don’t want to just fuck around though. And I’ve never… not fucked around.”
            He’d mentioned it briefly in passing in an email, can see a look of comprehension cross Bradley’s face, then he’s stepping into Jake’s space again, one hand cupping Jake’s jaw and Jake swallows, throat tight with nerves.
            “Well, you just got to keep on putting the effort in. Some days you'll get an A grade, and other days you'll scrape by with a bare pass...”
            “I don't want to fail,” Jake says, voice barely above a whisper.
            “I won't let you fail.”
            Jake’s pretty sure no-one can make promises like that, even if it’s a nice sentiment. Makes him feel like he maybe won’t fail.
            “Really?”
            “Really. I'm a very good... educator. And I’ll have a vested interest in you passing. Group project…”
            Jake huffs a laugh, shakes his head.
            “Well, I guess it's good I'm a good student. And you do come very highly recommended on Rate my Professor…”
            “Of course you looked me up…”
            “I’m getting very good at research.”
…         …         …
            Bradley takes them to a bathroom first where they can wash their hands, ignores Jake’s snarky comments about getting the premium tour of the mailroom, office and now the bathroom.
            “Okay, seeing as you actually want this tour…”
            “I’m actually interested. I haven’t studied in a while, but what you’re working on isn’t just purely theoretical to me. I can understand how it would be applied, which is pretty cool…”
            “I’m glad you think so…”
            He is glad, more than he thought he would be, that Jake seems genuinely interested. His first serious boyfriend had been in management, not at all interested in what Bradley was studying. His serious girlfriend had been a fellow engineer, smart as a tack, but her career had been more important than their relationship and Bradley had agreed with her, because he’d felt the same. Jake though… he can’t help but feel the little twist of hope uncurling in his gut.
            He walks toward the labs, set apart from the other buildings with heavy duty walls and a lightweight roof. He points out the machines, explains what they do and greets the technicians and students still working. Reminds his students that they have to take breaks, that it’s Friday; they need to have at least one-day off, that he will be checking the security logs. Half of them roll their eyes at him. He introduces Jake as his boyfriend, gets a few surreptitious thumbs up which make him grin.
            “Right, that’s the dime tour. All I can show you without firing up some of the machines myself and showing you some stuff. Which I’m happy to do, but uh, maybe another time?”
            “You have somewhere to be?”
            “Nope, just think I’d rather be sitting and talking with you over a drink instead of showing you where I work…”
            “You love your work. I wanted to see it. You can show me more another time, a drink sounds good.”
            “Did you drive?”
            “Nope, hitched a ride, then caught a trolley.”
            “So I have you at my mercy huh?”
            “You sure do.”
            The smiles they give each other are equally slow and he leans forward and captures Jake’s mouth with his own, lets his hands just come to rest naturally on Jake’s hips. Enjoys the sense of warm wet…
            “You should take you own advice and go home Bradley… or are you coming climbing tonight?”
            “Uh…” he pulls back from Jake to blink at Matthew, one of the technicians (and one of his climbing buddies) who is standing there smirking at him.
            “That’s what I thought. Have a good weekend!”
            “You too,” Bradley manages, ignoring the cackle that Matthew lets out as best he can. He turns back to Jake, wonders whether he should apologize for his friend’s behavior and realizes that Jake has probably experienced far worse friendly heckling from his own friends in the Navy.
            “Okay. What do you want to do?”
            “Mmm… what do we want to do. Right? A drink and some food would be good. But maybe some place quiet. And do you want to go climbing? Friday is your usual night right?”
            “Uh, yeah… But, well –” He’d rather spend the time with Jake.
            “You have a problem with me coming with you?”
            “You want to go rock climbing?”
            “I want to spend time with you and meet your friends. And it’s been a while since I went climbing.”
            “Yeah. We can do that. Uh…”
            “Yeah, I’ll need to borrow some clothes. Figured you be okay with that. I’m hoping you have something that I’m okay with, because to be honest, your shirt choices I’ve seen aren’t filling me with confidence.”
            “I’ve got plenty of clothes. You’ll be fine.”
            “I’m gonna withhold my judgement.”
            “How do you feel about me cooking?”
            “Well, you didn’t kill me last time…”
            “I just thought… I have food waiting to be cooked at home. And drinks. And if we go there then we have more time before I would usually leave for climbing…”
            “Sounds like a plan. Lead the way.”
…         …         …
            He follows Bradley, feels a little flutter when he grabs his hand to just hold it as they walk and he’s never had that before, and to have it suddenly, grasping his hand and giving him a wide easy smile throws him back to the memory of Bradley in the cabin, his smile and laughter and he marvels that he might get to have this. As Bradley drives he sends a quick email to Mav, accepting the dinner invitation for Sunday and he wonders how Bradley’s going to break it to Mav that they’re… together.
            “You didn’t mention to Mav that you’ve been emailing me almost daily?”
            “Nope. None of his business.”
            “Really?” Jake asks, because he’d kind of assumed Bradley would be the kind of person to tell his parents everything, but maybe he’s wrong about that. Clearly is, if Bradley thinks he can spring Jake being his boyfriend on Mav.
            “Really. We talk about a lot of stuff, but I try and avoid the subject of relationships because he is overly invested. Especially since he retired and I didn’t know he’d left you with a breadcrumb trail, but I was suspicious enough to not want to bring it up…”
            “Okay.”
            “He’d drop it if I asked him. Seriously. But if he thought there was even a small inkling he’s like a dog with a bone, will just keep niggling at it and I’ve just found it’s easiest for me to just… not raise it. I’m just going to drop it on him on Sunday. Okay?”
            “I’ll be there anyway, so I’ll just… follow your lead I guess.”
            “Hmm. Yeah… fuck. Actually, just wait a second. I need to send a message.”
            Jake shrugs, because it’s not like he has anywhere better to be. Bradley parks his car in the underground carpark and Jake watches other people entering the apartment building from their own cars, it’s clearly the end of the working week, all the civilians returning home after their nine to five jobs. He can’t imagine a life like that.
            “Okay… message sent. Let’s go.”
            They enter the elevator and Bradley holds it for a couple whom he clearly knows, making small talk about ending the week and the weather before he turns and introduces Jake.
            “This is Jake, my boyfriend. Jake, this is Adam and Penny, they live down the hall from me.”
            “Hey man, nice to meet you.”
            “Ah, you too,” Jake manages, but then they’re at Bradley’s floor and the couple are heading in the opposite direction. “Any particular reason you’re introducing me as your boyfriend to everyone?”
            “Desensitization. You can’t look surprised about me calling you my boyfriend when I introduce you to Mav.”
            “And how are you going to introduce me exactly?”
            “I’m still thinking about the best way… waiting for some backup.”
            “Backup?”
            “Mav’s… uh…” Bradley’s phone vibrates then and he grabs for it and Jake notices that the protective screen is scratched to hell and he’s pretty sure there is a crack in the case. “Oh thank fuck. Okay. Great.”
            “Everything okay?”
            “Yeah.”
            There isn’t anything more forthcoming but he can tell that Bradley’s working through something and he looks around the apartment, takes in the floor to ceiling bookshelves, covered in plants and books and a lot of fucking rooster figurines, the odd goose and plane also in place. He wants to ask, knows they must have stories behind them. Turns back to find Bradley still staring at his phone, tapping a knuckle against his chin and he looks forward to finding out if that’s a habit he has.
            “You’re phone isn’t broken, lost or in pieces… an improvement from last time I saw you.”
            “Yeah, all accounted for at the moment, I’ve been taking better care of it. Anyway, I need to tell you something. Because as much as I want to pull one over on Mav, I don’t want you to think that I’d do that to you.”
            Jake frowns, because Bradley is nervous, worried about something and Jake has no idea what it could possibly be. Then Bradley’s opening the fridge and offering him a bottle and he glances at it quickly, accepts and twists it open but doesn’t take a drink. Instead watches as Bradley pulls food out of the refrigerator and cupboards, lays out a knife and a chopping board and Jake wonders if he should offer to help or whether Bradley is further organizing his own thoughts as he organizes his working space.
            “Okay…?”
            “Okay. Right. So, I have two dads.”
            “Yeah, Nick Bradshaw and –”
            “No. Okay. Three dads then. Just… let me get this out. I was raised by Mav, and his… boyfriend. Partner. Except they were both in the Navy, so… not many people know who he is.” Jake keeps quiet, nods his head to show he’s listening. “As in, they know exactly who he is. But not many people know he’s with Mav. Or that Mav’s with him. He’s a pretty big deal. You know him.” Jake can understand now why this would make Bradley nervous.
            “So, you want to meet my other dad? Before dinner on Sunday? Because Mav will think he’s hilarious, getting one over on you by not telling you by the way, if that makes you feel better about me pulling any shit with him… I just got permission to tell you, because it’s the biggest secret I keep. And it’s not even mine.”
            Jake’s now feeling nervous, his mind running through all the different Admirals, because that’s what he’s getting from this. He’s learnt from not trusting his gut with Bradley and the photos that popped up the first time he searched his name. It’s going to be an Admiral that he knows. Holy shit. Simpson maybe? Bradley’s hands are flying, cutting and dicing without even paying attention.
            “Just tell me who it is…” Jake says, because waiting isn’t going to make it any easier. Bradley glances up and takes his expression in and clearly assumes that Jake is bracing for the worst.
            “Tom Kazansky. Admiral Kazansky. And I didn’t want that to come as a shock to you at dinner. Because he’ll be there. Mav seems to take weird pleasure in inviting people over for dinner, to meet his partner, and then just introduces him as Tom and of course everyone recognizes him…”
            “You other dad is the COMPACFLT?” Jake asks, just in case there is somehow another Admiral Kazansky he isn’t aware of.
            “Yes. That, uh, going to be a problem?”
            It’s the first time that Bradley has sounded even a little unsure about whatever this relationship is or might be and Jake pulls himself together. He’d admitted his own worry about this whole relationship maybe being his first ever and Bradley had reassured him. He wants to be with Bradley, not the COMPACFLT. You can’t choose your family. That type of thing. Right. Holy shit.
            “Uh. Fucking hell. It’s a bit of a shock but it doesn’t change anything at all. Uh. Does he know about… us?” Jake asks, because he assumes the COMPACFLT knows who Jake is, especially with the whole mission nearly two years ago. But Bradley hadn’t told Mav…
            “Well, he does now. He won’t tell Mav. You know, Mav talks about you all the time. All the Dagger squad to be honest,” Bradley says, and his face scrunches up then, like he’s thinking about something unpleasant. He’s gorgeous and Jake can’t believe he’s been calling Jake his boyfriend for the last couple of hours. He can deal with the COMPACFLT if he gets to keep that. “You’re not… freaking out?”
            “Nope,” Jake says, and he’s pretty sure he isn’t lying to himself. His mind is racing, because he saved Mav’s life. He’s just learnt that he saved the COMPACFLT’s partner’s life. That’s quite a lot to take in. He’s very glad he didn’t know at the time.
            “Great, because he wants to have lunch with us tomorrow. Brunch probably.”
            Blink.
            Blink.
            Blink.
            “Oookay…”
            This is not okay.
            “It’s fine, he’ll bring food here and cook. He’s the one who taught me to cook actually, not Mav.”
            “Huh. Yeah. That makes more sense…” Jake says, although the idea of Admiral Kazansky cooking anything has his brain shorting out. “Wait. You keeping me here until lunch tomorrow?”
            “I kind of thought I was keeping you here all weekend…” Bradley replies and there’s a promise and challenge in his eye and Jake grins, leans forward and kisses him, shoving thoughts of casually having lunch with the COMPACFLT as far to the back of his mind as possible.
            He can at least try and compartmentalize.
…         …         …
            “So, you still want to go climbing?”
            “Yeah, I’m probably going to skip the hike tomorrow, spend it in bed with this hot guy I just met…”
            “You met me months ago,” Jake grumbles, but there’s no heat in it and Bradley grins, kicks at his feet under the table they’re sitting at while they eat the stir-fry that Bradley had quickly made.
            “Actually yeah, I did. Want to explain why you were so… proper and polite? Because Mav asked what I thought of you and I said you were very polite and he just looked like I’d shaken the foundation of his world view. What was up?”
            “Uh, excuse you, I am polite.”
            “No. You can be polite. Some people are naturally polite, you’re polite when you choose to be. And you were choosing to be. With me. Why?”
            “Didn’t want to piss Mav off… or be rude to you.”
            “What, you thought Mav would think badly of you doing something a little… impolite? Mav? The man who only managed to stay in the Navy through the grace of his innate talent and Ice making sure they wouldn’t kick him out?”
            “Huh, makes a lot more sense when you say it like that. But no… I just. I was recovering from a car crash. Noticed you, but figured I better not make a pass at Mav’s son.”
            He can’t help but feel a little relieved that Jake hadn’t failed to notice him, but had instead been trying to be polite. It’s all sorts of sweet. He’s pretty sure not many people get to see these softer sides, but he equally likes the intelligence and sharp sense of humor; his snark as he makes fun of Bradley.
            “And now?”
            “Well, it’s a little more than a pass now ain’t it?”
            “Definitely,” Bradley agrees, realizing that Jake respects Mav. Thinks highly enough of him to somehow, for some reason, think that Mav wouldn’t be happy for Jake to be with Bradley. Hopefully he’s been disabused of that notion at least.
            “Come on, lets go through my clothes and find you something you can climb in. You can make fun of my dress sense.”
            “Where’s the challenge in that though? You make it too easy for me…”
…         …         …
            “You really like plants huh?” Jake asks, because there had been three book cases almost completely covered in the living room, making the softening evening light feel like he’s in a forest. There’s another shelf of plants in the bedroom.
            “No. Well, I do like them. But as soon as I’m in charge of them they seem to die. I either neglect them or give them too much love.”
            Jake’s not sure that’s true, because he can’t see a single dead plant amongst the lot, but maybe Bradley is a perfectionist when it comes to plants. He’s heard of weirder things. Fortunately, Bradley’s clothes aren’t a lost cause, the bright button-downs the only anomaly from what actually looks like a decent sense of style. He manages to borrow shorts and t-shirt, and even though he had high hopes for meeting Bradley he’s starting to realize he could have planned a bit better. Like bringing a change of clothes. Especially as he’s apparently staying the weekend.
            “You mind making a detour to base so I can grab some things after we finish climbing?”
            “Before okay? We might forget after…”
            “Why would we forget?”
            “Might be distracted…”
            Jake smiles slowly, lets his hands smooth over Bradley’s chest and yeah…
            “You’ve got a point. Before it is.”
…         …         …
            They’re a little late to meet Bradley’s friends, they’re already climbing, half of them up the walls, others belaying. Jake has to get fitted for a harness and go through a safety induction, which he follows closely while Bradley wanders off to talk to his friends. Once he’s finished he wanders over, feeling a little awkward as a couple of them watch him approach.
            “Hey everyone, this is Jake…”
            “The boyfriend!”
            “He actually exists!”
            “How much is he paying you to answer to Jake?”
            “I told you guys to be nice!”
            “We’re being nice to him. You’re still free game.”
            Jake laughs, pulls out his license and hands it over.
            “He either found someone who is actually called Jake, or he’s actually legit been mooning over you for the last couple of months.”
            “Fuck off Ryan, I have not been mooning over anyone!”
��           “He says that, and yet he was late to a few things because he had to send an email to you. And he was late again tonight.”
            “Are we hassling Hei Hei about his recent phone addiction?”
            “Yeah, he hasn’t lost his phone in months. He’s never been such a conscientious email answerer before either…”
            “Well, not that I need to add fuel to this particular fire, but he was wearing a different shirt this afternoon than he was this morning so… make of that what you will,” one guy says, and Jake’s pretty sure it’s the same guy from outside the labs, the one who’d interrupted them kissing.
            “You’re all awful. Jake, ignore them.”
            “I think I like them, bring you down a peg or two. Can’t think you’re perfect…”
            “I am far from perfect.”
            “Really? Sure seems like it from where I’m standing…”
            “Barf! Come on, some of us are here to climb rather than gossip!”
            “Speak for yourself, gossip now saves me getting Bradley drunk later and asking him all the questions I want answers to…”
            Bradley is tightening his harness and Jake has an impressive view of his thighs and ass, the straps highlighting the muscle. His fingers are nimbly working the rope and Jake watches, wants those fingers on his body and he can’t think about that right now. The harness doesn’t hide anything.
            “You want to go first? I’ll get to enjoy the view…”
            Jake laughs but hooks himself in, reaching for the first handhold. They climb for over an hour, switching out who belays and it’s easier than he thought it would be, just hanging out. Bradley and his friends call out encouragement for particularly challenging climbs, and it makes him realize that Bradley has his own squad.
            “So I have to ask, the whole rooster thing… just, why?”
            “He came back from Sweden and greeted everyone with Hej hej, which would have been fine, but then Moana came out and it kind of cemented the whole rooster thing. Isn’t it also a childhood nickname?”
            “Can’t we save some embarrassing stories for a time that isn’t the first date?”
            “Is it seriously your first date?”
            “I said it was!”
            “Man, I would not have all you fuckers at my first date.”
            “We’re not counting the two nights at the cabin huh?” Jake says, tossing Bradley a wink and Bradley just rolls his eyes, shakes his head in gentle exasperation but the smile he gives Jake not even seconds later is playful. Fun. It’s the back-and-forth bantering that they’d developed in their months of email communication and he realizes it’s similar to what he has with Javy. Except he doesn’t want to ever have sex with Javy. He very much wants to have sex with Bradley. And also have… more emails, more dinners, more time with friends. All of this. It’s quite the revelation to have when he’s busy stripping the climbing harness from his body.
            “I’ll see you guys next week!”
            “What, no hike tomorrow?”
            “Nope. I’m planning on staying in bed…”
            That’s followed with some whistles and catcalls, Bradley just looks smug and wraps an arm around Jake’s waist, making him laugh with a wink. Yeah. He wants this.
            “Nice for some!”
            “Jealous!”
            He waits for Bradley to throw his own climbing gear into the back of his car, waves back at a couple of the others who are leaving at the same time.
            “I like your friends.”
            “Thanks for putting up with them. I wish I could say they’ll stop being dicks, but if it isn’t one thing then it’s another.”
            “Maybe you’re just easy to hassle?”
            “Maybe…” Bradley concedes and he pulls Jake toward him so they’re leaning against his car.
            “Come home with me?”
            “We already went and picked up my bag.”
            “Yeah, but it’s still a choice. I can take you back to base if you want.”
            “No. Take me home.”
            “Okay.”
            He settles into the passenger seat and Bradley’s hand comes to rest on his thigh, a steady and warm weight and he places his own hand over it, runs his fingertips over the back of his hand, thinks about touching more of Bradley’s skin. The hand jobs earlier had definitely dealt with the immediate need, but the further kissing and casual touches while they were climbing have slowly and surely built the tension back up and it’s been simmering away under his skin, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. His cock is definitely getting hard and they’ve still got a twenty minute drive.
            “So there’s more than one reason why you have a rooster collection?”
            “Really? You want to know?”
            “Yeah, I really do…” Jake says, and he isn’t even lying, grips firmly at Bradley’s hand before returning to the gentle touch.
            “My dad’s call sign was Goose. Except I had a lisp, or missing teeth, and apparently I walked around saying I wanted to be called Goose too, except it sounded a lot more like Rooster. So it switched between Little Goose and Rooster. I was just getting rid of it when that fucking movie came out and then pictures of that rooster were fucking everywhere. Inside toilet doors, on the roof of corridors, someone changed my staff photo… there was chalk art. I just had to lean into it.”
            “Destined to be a rooster in every life huh?”
            “Apparently. Some of my students have some wild theories.”
            “I just bet they do…” Jake says, laughing.
            They walk from the car to the apartment, tracing the same path they made earlier. This time though he has an overnight bag, packed with enough for a couple of nights, which can stretch longer if he can do washing. Or doesn’t wear clothes. He’s pretty sure Bradley is planning on a clothes-optional weekend inside his apartment and the idea of coming back from every deployment to this is heady.
…         …         …
            He toes off his shoes, leaves them where they land, knowing full well it’ll annoy Ice tomorrow. Jake’s shoes are lined up tidily, but he’s dropping his bag on the sofa and Bradley watches him; he seems comfortable in Bradley’s space already and he likes that. A lot. He moves forward, doesn’t want there to be awkwardness between them.
            “What do you want?”
            “My choice huh?”
            “Well, we have all weekend, and that’s just the beginning right?”
            “Yeah. Yeah I guess it is,” Jake agrees and it’s like whatever tension he was holding in his shoulders is sapped away and he relaxes against Bradley, lets his hands go to Bradley’s hips and his top is damp with sweat and feels gross when pressed against his skin.
            “So, what are we doing here? Now, tonight? I’m just happy to get my hands and mouth all over you…”
            “Yeah, that sounds like a good place to start. See where it takes us.”
            “Okay then. Maybe a shower, pretty sure you don’t want to taste stale sweat…”
            “Don’t think I’d mind that much…” Jake states and oh, that’s a telling statement right there and Bradley feels another block of arousal slide into place on top of the steady foundation that’s been building all evening. There’s direction now and that direction is up. They strip and he throws all their clothes into the hamper, grabs extra towels and places one on each side of the bed for later. He’s already done his due diligence and stocked up on condoms and lube, again not assuming but hopeful.
            They don’t talk while they wait for the water to warm up, lets Jake run his hands over him, eyes following his own fingers as he traces over beauty spots and scars. He lets himself do the same, Jake’s skin is smooth under his fingertips, his chest hair golden and fine, the nerves in his fingertips becoming more sensitive as he focusses more on the sensation beneath them. They lather soap and wash each other, kisses soft the whole time, hands running over hardening erections but not really making any concerted effort to make each other harder when they’re in no rush. He rinses his hair, licks up Jake’s neck when he tips his head back to rinse his own.
            “Better?” Bradley asks, even though he was definitely the one who was originally more keen on showering. Not that Jake complained at any point.
            “No stale sweat… can start workin’ on a fresh layer.”
            Jake’s accent becomes thicker when he’s aroused and it sends prickles of want all over his skin. Bradley wonders what phone sex would be like, realizes they’ll likely get a chance to find out in the future with them doing long distance and he can’t believe he’s even thinking about that when they haven’t even talked about it. They’ve been together physically for a few hours and yet Bradley wants to shove everything he has and is toward Jake and just let him have it all.
            He dries off haphazardly, not really caring because it’s not like he’s getting dressed into clothes. Jake beats him to the bedroom and he lies down on the bed, stretches his body out with his arms above, like he knows Bradley is enjoying the view. He straddles Jake’s thighs, runs his hands down his arms, lets his mouth leave a trail of kisses over a bicep. He moves over Jake’s body, wants to find what turns him on and what makes him shiver with need. He lines their cocks up and does a slow undulating grind, pressing down with what he hopes is just the right amount of pressure. Feels good to him, hopes it’s the same for Jake.
…         …         …
            “Fuck you’re amazing…”
            “Took the words right out of my mouth darlin’…” Jake says, letting his fingers dig into the muscle of Bradley’s thighs. He’s fucking gorgeous. He feels the full body jerk and he wonders what caused it, captures Bradley’s moan in his mouth. “You like me callin’ you that? Darlin’? Baby? Sugar plum?”
            Bradley laughs then, shakes his head and pulls away.
            “Not sugar plum, I’m not…”
            “You’re plenty sweet…”
            “Fuck Jake.”
            “We’re getting there.”
            It’s only because he apparently has all weekend, at least, that he’s willing to keep the pace slow. He’s enjoying having Bradley’s undivided hyper-focused attention on his body, apparently intent on finding all the little spots that turn him on. Not the obvious ones, like his cock and nipples, but the other patches, the skin that is tight across his pelvic bone, the inside of his thighs. Not that his cock is getting ignored exactly, Bradley comes back every few minutes and rolls his hips down in an exquisite grind that’s just shy of being hard enough, although the repetition is definitely winding him tighter and tighter and he’s over being passive.
            “Turn abouts fair play… my turn to explore.”
…         …         …
            Bradley grins, moves back and holds out a hand to pull Jake up, which he ignores and Bradley watches the shift of muscles under skin a Jake sits up. Bradley realizes he might have a thing for abs, he’s never had one before, but maybe it’s unique to Jake’s abs. He settles back, pulls Jake to lie on top of him before he can even start to get settled and he laughs at the annoyed look, lifts his head to press a hard kiss, grinds his hips up as well and he’s definitely hard now.
            “Explore away, all the territory is yours…”
            He snickers at Jake’s huff of amusement, he’s never not laughed with his partners in bed; obviously not every time, but he doesn’t like being with people who take sex too seriously. Jake seems like he’s a perfect match, giving Bradley’s body an equally thorough inspection, although he uses his tongue more, licking at him, his neck, collar bone, his nipple and he jerks at the sudden suction and groans. Been a long time since anyone’s played with his nipples.
            “Oh… sensitive huh?”
            “Yeah…” Bradley gasps as Jake does it again. His nipples are sensitive, one much more than the other for some reason. He knows he can come from being fingered and someone sucking on that nipple, his cock not needing any stimulation at all. He’ll let Jake find that out on his own.
…         …         …
            They end up on their sides, facing each other, aligned so they can keep kissing and he’s pretty sure he’s going to have to learn what to do about beard burn with how over-sensitive his skin feels everywhere Bradley has kissed. It’s a weird sensation between wind and sun burn and if it looks half as bad as it feels anyone looking at him is going to know what he’s spent a good chunk of time doing. Bradley’s hand wraps around both of them, his fingers just that little bit longer. It’s tight and hot, and Jake isn’t sure if he’s going for a hand job or if he can thrust into the clasp of fingers. He desperately wants to thrust.
            “This okay?”
            “God yes, so okay… fuck.”
            “Come on Jake, want to see you come…”
            He covers Bradley’s hand with his own, holds it still, feels the squeeze of Bradley’s hand around his cock. He takes that as permission and starts thrusting, slow to start before increasing his pace. He’s aware that Bradley is watching, his own body taut and unmoving, though his breathing coming in shaky gasps tells Jake that he’s ratchetted as tight as Jake is. Bradley’s hand starts moving then, his hips jerking minutely and Jake isn’t sure he’d have noticed except for the way it adds a different level of friction on his own cock.
            “Oh fuck…”
            “Jake, fuck… come on… ugh.”
            He feels Bradley come, hot wetness easing some of the friction very slightly. His own orgasm is slow and rolling when it hits, a reflection of how long they’ve spent building it up. It leaves him feeling shaky and unmoored and as if he knows how Jake is feeling Bradley kisses him, slow and thorough. He was already melting into post-orgasmic haze, the kiss just adding a layer of promise or care and fuck he wants this. He feels Bradley shift away briefly, then there’s a towel wiping between them. Jake is doubly glad for his forethought, his entire body feels too wrung out to consider moving anywhere and brain going offline fast and doesn’t want to clean up. Doesn’t want Bradley to leave his side.
            “Imagine what we’ll be like when we’ve had practice,” Bradley says, kissing him softly and Jake hums his agreement. Lots and lots of practice. “Sleep well.”
            He’s used to the constant noise of the carrier after the last seven months, but the quiet of the room and the afternoon and evenings activities have left him feeling sated, soporific and he soon falls asleep.
…         …         …
            He wakes, room still dark and he doesn’t need to know the time to know it’s too fucking early to get up when he’s in bed with Bradley. He grumbles a little, pulls the sheet back up to cover them both, shuffles so he’s touching more of Bradley’s bare skin because neither of them bothered putting anything on. He feels him turn and then he’s being held, very firmly the little spoon with Bradley’s chest against his back.
            “Morning. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
            “I normally get up around this time anyway. You sleep okay?”
            “Yeah. Little stiff now. Climbing and sex… Oh god. I’m getting old.”
            “Ancient,” Bradley murmurs, lips brushing over the fine hairs behind Jake’s ear, making him shiver.
            “You know, the best thing for stiff muscles is another workout…”
            “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
            “Try harder.”
            Bradley does.
…         …         …
            He can smell coffee, the bed is empty, but he can smell coffee. He might have a boyfriend for the first time in his life and he’s making coffee. He rolls over and searches for underwear before remembering Bradley chucking everything in a hamper. He opens a drawer and finds Bradley’s underwear straight away, one particular pair bright and with a fucking rooster on it, little speech bubble with ‘my favorite cock’ and he pulls them on with a grin before heading out to the kitchen with a quick stop in the bathroom.
            “Good morning again…”
            “It is a good morning isn’t it,” Bradley says, his smile bright as he gives Jake a soft kiss. He could definitely get used to this. “Nice underwear. How do you take your coffee? Or do you want something else?”
            “Coffee. Black. Thanks… And thought you’d appreciate them.”
            “Definitely look better on you…” Bradley says, another kiss and his heart-stomach-brain all feel like they’re on the same roller-coaster. “Be right back.”
            He takes the mug and goes to more closely investigate the parts of the bookshelves not covered in plants. He recognizes some of the same texts from the cabin and now it makes more sense. As do the roosters and goose figurines. He’s not really paying attention to anything when he hears a quick three-tap knock on the front door and he freezes.
            Surely it’s not that late.
            Did Bradley mention a time that Admiral Kazansky was coming?
            Quick glance at the clock confirms it’s after ten and Jake is standing in his underwear. Not even his underwear. Underwear that is very clearly not his in fact.
            Fuck.
            And now the door is opening. Jake can’t move.
            He has a key?
            Of course he spots Jake as soon as he enters, eyebrows raise in silence and then Admiral Kazansky is placing grocery bags on the kitchen bench before turning back to look at Jake again. He wonders if he needs to salute, but his hand is currently holding a coffee mug.
            “Good morning sir.”
            Jake is never going to master the same level of smile-smirk that is being directed his way, and the Admiral still doesn’t say anything, simply gestures at Jake’s state of undress and makes a shooing gesture toward the bedroom and he takes the direction for what it is and flees.
…         …         …
            “Admiral Kazansky is in the kitchen.”
            “Already? He’s early. Of course he’s early… Oh. You were out there like that huh?” Bradley asks, grinning. Jake is gorgeous fully dressed, standing there in nothing but underwear he’s breathtaking. The fact that it’s his underwear has him feeling even more smug.
            “Yes Bradley, I was.”
            “Don’t worry, he’ll just think it’s funny. Plus only way is up right?”
            “Fuck off… I’m going to go and drown myself in the shower. Then I will somehow come back to life and get dressed because the COMPACFLT is apparently making me… brunch?”
            “Yeah. Brunch. You know you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
            “Bradley!”
            Jake’s also hot when he’s getting angry and Bradley can’t help it, steps forward and kisses him, hands cupping Jake’s face to hold him still, mindful that Jake’s still holding a hot mug of coffee. Jake takes a few seconds to kiss back, but he does and Bradley gives himself a mental high-five for distracting him. He doesn’t think it would have ended well if he’d told Jake he found him getting angry hot.
            “Have a shower and get dressed. Don’t drown. I’ll go and start brunch with Ice. Also, I forgot to mention this, kind of forget because it’s just normal for us. Ice doesn’t talk very much. He had cancer and uses ASL to communicate or his little tablet thing with an app. One of the reasons we’re eating here really, he prefers it to going out in public.”
            “Ice. You call the COMPACFLT Ice…”
            “Sometimes I call him Pops to wind him up…”
            “What? No. That’s what I call Mav to wind him up!”
            “Really? That’s hilarious. No wonder Mav likes you so much. Now, I’m going out there because otherwise he’s going to think we’re having sex again.”
            “Oh god…” Jake mumbles and it gives Bradley pause.
            “Is it okay? I can ask him to leave if you want…”
            “No. It’s fine. I just… would have preferred to have not been in my underwear. Your underwear.”
            “Could have been worse.”
            “How?”
            “You could have been naked…”
            Jake’s laughing then and Bradley kisses him again, carefully grabs his ass before gently pushing him in the direction of the bathroom before he heads back out to greet Ice.
            “Morning,” Ice signs, his expression wholly amused and Bradley gives him the finger.
            “Morning. Thanks for scarring Jake. I’m sure he’ll add that to his rotating nightmares.”
            “Not my fault you lost track of time,” Ice signs, tapping his watch and grinning and Bradley shakes his head.
            “You’re over half an hour early!”
            “I’m always early!”
            Bradley snorts, rolls his eyes then makes the signs for orgasm - always - early, raises his eyebrows to question and smirks.
            “Should I feel bad for Mav?”
            It’s rare to hear Ice laugh, the sound raw and scraping but he looks delighted, slaps Bradley on the arm, head shaking and he clearly concedes a point to Bradley in their ongoing sparring.
            “Behave!” Ice signs, still laughing and Bradley grins, knocks his arm with his own.
            Apparently they’re making waffles with a fruit salad and he’s surprised, because this is Ice’s favorite family breakfast meal, he doesn’t make it often, the buttermilk batter having to be made the night before, which means he’s either made and transported waffle batter by stealth across the city, or he taunted Mav with the knowledge that he wasn’t getting waffles. Both are equally probable and he’ll ask later. They work in easy silence, years of experience making them seamless in the kitchen, especially when Mav isn’t there getting underfoot trying to help.
            Fruit salad all done, turkey bacon grilling under the broiler, last of the waffles now cooking they settle back, Ice taking a sip of his own coffee as he places the tablet he uses for communication on the table, the text to voice app already open. Bradley’s glad he’s not going to have to act as interpreter. Is pretty sure Ice wants to grill Jake a little, even if he’s only doing it for show. At least he can act as a buffer.
            “Good morning again,” the electronic voice says from the tablet and Bradley turns to see Jake hanging back in the doorway to the hall. He makes a beckoning gesture with his hand.
            “Jake, I’d like to introduce you to Tom Kazansky, one of my dads.”
            “Nice to meet you Admiral Kazansky sir.”
            “Nice to meet you in a less formal setting.”
            “Uh, could we get less formal than this?”
            “Probably not. Call me Tom.”
…         …         …
            Apart from the fact that he knows Tom Kazansky is the COMPACFLT, he’s also Bradley’s other dad, and he wants to try and make a good impression, despite a part of him feeling like he’s already spectacularly fucked up by being nearly naked when he arrived. Bradley seems happy and relaxed, so he’ll follow his lead. They sit down to eat and it’s an impressive spread of food.
            “Thank you, this looks great.”
            “You can make me breakfast tomorrow,” Bradley says, giving him a wink and Jake wouldn’t normally blush, but of course under the scrutiny of the COMPACFLT his cheeks are flaming.
            “I’d love to,” he says, ignoring the heat in his face and instead focuses on the grin Bradley gives him.
            “I wanted to say thank you.”
            “Uh… what for?” Jake asks, because he hopes he doesn’t expect an invite for breakfast tomorrow to reciprocate. They’re already doing dinner. The Admiral looks uncomfortable, lips pursed and giving a quick glance at Bradley.
            “Oh, is this about the mission where Jake saved Mav’s life? Don’t worry, I already know about it.”
            Bradley, who can apparently read Admiral Kazansky like a billboard sign and knows about a highly classified mission. Wow. He snaps his jaw shut, head automatically shaking, because he sure as hell never mentioned anything and he sure as fuck doesn’t want the COMPACFLT thinking he said anything.
            “Of course you do,” the electronic voice says and Bradley shrugs, the expression on the Admiral’s face seems exasperated and Jake’s struggling to get his head around their half-silent way of communicating.
            “You can blame Mav.”
            Jake watches as Bradley makes a couple of signs, and he’s never learnt ASL although he figures he’s going to need to. But he’s pretty sure Bradley just signed blowjob and this morning is already feeling surreal in so many ways, but in none of them does it make sense that Bradley needs to use the word blowjob when talking to Admiral Kazansky.
            “There are no secrets in this family,” the little voice declares, and the expression on Admiral Kazansky’s face is a little challenging, like he’s somehow daring Jake to cross the threshold and join said family. He reaches for his mug and does a little toast.
            Challenge accepted.
…         …         …
            “Actually, about that… Mav’s in the dark about us. I thought we could have some fun.”
            “I have some ideas,” Ice signs, typing it in at the same time for Jake’s sake.
            They sit and talk for a while, eating, and Jake slowly relaxes, although Bradley notes he doesn’t call Ice anything at all, and certainly not Tom. That’s fine, he’ll get there. He does make Ice chuckle silently a couple of times and it makes Bradley feel bubbly inside, that they’re getting on so well. They’re finished, and there’s a little left over for a snack later, and Bradley reaches for his phone.
            “Okay, let me make this call…” Bradley says, putting his phone on speaker so Jake and Ice will be able to hear as well.
            “Hey Mav…”
            “Bradley! What are you up to?”
            “Just having brunch actually, wanted to make sure dinner was still happening tomorrow night.”
            “Tomorrow is Sunday, and we do dinner every Sunday… so yes, Bradley. Dinner is still happening. I’ve actually invited a few friends. People I want you to meet.”
            “Really?” Bradley asks, raising his eyebrows at both Ice and Jake across the table. Ice is shaking his head.
            “Yep, really think you’ll get on with one of them in particular…”
            “Uh… this another set-up Mav?”
            “Hmm. And if it is?”
            “Well, might make it a bit awkward with me wanting to bring my boyfriend.”
            “What. Since when? Why haven’t I heard about this?”
            “Because you’re the biggest busybody and gossip I know? You usually ring them up to introduce yourself and in the process scare them away?”
            “That was only one time! And I saw you on Sunday! And again on Tuesday! How have you got a boyfriend since then? It’s only been four days!”
            “What can I say, when I know I know. We’ll bring dessert. How many people are going to be there?”
            “Uh, just… eight if I count this mysterious boyfriend. Do I know him? What’s his name? Have I met him?”
            “Eight? Wow. Was it going to be a like a speed dating situation?”
            “No! I just… it’s us three and your plus one. And some of the Dagger Squad.”
            That has Jake’s attention, his eyes wide as he looks between Bradley and Ice, expression clearly wanting Bradley to ask who.
            “Let me guess, you’ve invited Jake. Who else?”
            Mav sighs over the phone and Bradley has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing.
            “Coyote, Phoenix and Bob.”
            Bradley looks to Jake and he knows those names are going to mean a hell of a lot more to him than they do to Bradley.
            “Great, okay.”
            “And your young man’s name?”
            “You’ll find out tomorrow. Patience. Thanks Mav, I’ll bring enough brownie for eight.”
            He quickly ends the call before Mav can get another word in and turns his phone off, not wanting the notifications. He knows all the people he cares about are safe so has no reason to have it on.
            “Okay. Step one is done.”
            Ice grins and Bradley grins back. Then Ice makes a shooing gesture toward the bedroom and Bradley rolls his eyes, throws back a yeah yeah gesture because it’s apparently grilling time. He doesn’t know why Ice expects him to leave the room, he’s totally going to listen in from around the corner. Of course Ice seems to be on to him, he can hear the chairs scraping back and the table being cleared. He has to strain to hear over the running water, fortunately the little electronic tablet is nice and clear.
            “Thank you for making him happier. He is happy. Full life. Many friends. Loves his job. You can add to all of that.”
            He can’t hear what Jake says in reply and he knows Ice must be typing out his reply, the words conveying meaning without being full sentences.
            “There is no try.”
            “Sure thing Yoda. You a secret Star Wars geek or something?”
            “Not secret.”
            Jake’s laugh is beautiful and Bradley grins to himself.
            “Tell your friends. Serves Mav right.”
            “Excuse me sir? You mean, I have your permission to tell Coyote, Phoenix and Bob who you are? And your relationship with Maverick?”
            “Yes. Already gave to Mav. Now you too. Good for Mav be in dark for once.”
PART 9
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Hi hi👋🏾 I love your work very much and I'm not sure if I'm late, I just saw your post about opening requests. I was wondering if I could make a request about Aomine.
It's perfectly fine if you don't want to, but if you do consider doing it could it be about a chubby reader(no specific traits like blushing, because I don't got that ability). Like they both knew each other before had and hurl sarcasm at each other constantly, but they have lowdown time too sometimes (like relaxing on the roof or some activity they both like.
Reader sometimes compares herself to Momoi because she definitely makes herself known when in a room and wonders if she's good enough to catch Aomine's eyes but he thought they were maybe together because of their interactions.
I know that's alot but bare with me please 💀
I hope that your doing well and wish you happiness always💞
Hellooooo 💕 omg I know I took way to long for this but believe me, I loved that request a lot bc I'm such a hoe for friends to lovers with Daiki 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!
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It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader
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Context: in which you're in complete denial on your feelings for your best friend Daiki.
Warnings: fluff <3, university au!, language I guess?, reader is in denial and it can be a bit unsufferable but bear with it plsss it's worth it, I promise 🤭
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“You’re gonna pay me lunch today or what?”
You turn around, unable to restrain the laugh bubbling in your throat.
“Go to hell, Daiki” you reply as you keep on walking in the crowded hallways of your university.
You hear the giant boy grumble, fussing like a spoiled child who for the first time in his life, has been denied something. It’s amusing, how you get him to behave like that, breaking the reputation of cool guy he’s built for himself on the campus. It’s a talent of sorts, you like to pride yourself. For the whole time that you’ve known each other, you know for a fact that any façade he puts up is just a mirror of smoke to you. As hard as he tries, Daiki will always remain your giant dumbass of a friend. And staying in character, he follows you, still not willing to rest his case and take a defeat. You sigh, not bothering from stopping for him – it’s pointless, anyway, because when Daiki has something in mind, it’s hard to get him to change it. And he is adamant in having you invite him for a meal.
“You owe me one, pretty girl” he says as soon as he’s caught up to you.
“Do I now?”
“You absolutely do!”
You roll your eyes, pretty much in disagreement with him. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t owe him anything – not that you’d be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki. But he clearly believes in his own truth since he’s still following you.
“Shouldn’t you be on your way to your next class anyways?” you ask as you take a quick look at your watch, “I’m done for the day, but you can’t say that much.”
“I don’t give a fuck about my class, I want to have lunch with you.”
Your expression may remain unphased by his words, but you notice the way your heartbeat takes off. It does every time he says this kind of things to you when he’s unknowingly being confusing to your poor little heart. You may be in denial, though you refuse to think about it too much, afraid of what it may reveal of you. But you can’t help the warmth that invades you when these words come out of him. So, you try, as hard as possibly can, to shake these feelings and thoughts away.
“You’re failing most of your classes, dummy, so please” you sigh.
He grunts, trying his hardest to avoid your eyes, knowing that he can’t refuse them anything that they plead for. He resists as long as he’s strong enough to, but by the way his lips fold in a slight pout, you know that he’s admitting defeat.
“Why d’you always get me to do the right thing, huh?” he grumbles as a soft chuckle comes out of your lips.
You raise your shoulders, feigning ignorance; truth be told, you’ve always been his moral compass so if you were to incite him to do anything remotely wrong, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You come close, giving him a half hug in an attempt to lift his mood.
“Work hard Daiki, I’ll be waiting for you!”
“You’re not getting away with it” you hear above you as his hand lays on your head. “Be ready at 10 tonight, I’ll come to pick you up.”
You step back, a confused look on your face.
“10? Boy, what are you going to do to me so late in the evening?”
He laughs, pulling you away from his body as he gets himself to go in the direction of the amphitheatre. Something about that cute little confused face of yours is entertaining to him – probably because for once, you are the clueless one. With a last flick on your forehead, he replies:
“Taking you on a night drive. Get the snacks, I’ll handle the drinks.”
And so, you watch him go away before you even get to respond to his invitation – if you can call it that. If anything, he’s imposed a surprise hangout on you, and at a time of the day that isn’t really what you are used to. However, you can’t fool yourself; as tempting as the prospect of lying in bed in your comfiest pj’s with a cup of tea while rewatching your favourite show may be, you know for a fact that you’re looking forward to tonight’s appointment.
*
It embarrasses you to admit that you’ve never been on a night drive before. For one, you cannot drive, and even if you did, this kind of activity is certainly more enjoyable with some company than alone. And you’ve also figured that people in real life don’t do night drives. It’s a fantasy for coming-of-age stories, certainly one of these things that get overly romanticized, so people can feel less bored by their lives. It’s for teenage love stories, an activity that you may be too old for, so it be ridiculous, right, for you to get excited by the idea of going on a night drive with Daiki?
Yet, here you are, ready to go thirty minutes before. You feel nervous, for a reason you can’t figure. Well, you have a theory, but you simply rather ignore it, for it doesn’t make that much sense, all things considered. It still remains that you are standing here, in the middle of your apartment, checking once again if you’ve packed the boy’s favourite snacks and looking at your reflection in your full-length mirror every time you walk by, wanting to look cute for some obscure reason. It’s not like you’d want him to compliment you tonight, right? Even though he does, every time you meet, without exception. But still, despite the frequency of such occurrence, you doubt that it means anything. It’s his teasing, it’s just the way Daiki is.
Daiki, who always calls you pretty girl, especially in public so he can see you struggle to restrain your reaction to these words. Daiki, who is the first one to notice when you change your hair, your makeup, or your nails. Daiki, who sits you on his laps randomly, shushing you before you give him any of that “but I’m too heavy for you” bullshit.
But it wouldn’t make sense, you repeat to yourself, that his actions could hold more meaning than that. Because Daiki, for as long as you’ve known him, has always been that type of guy that is never seen with a girl like you. Especially when you consider that he’s grown up beside Satsuki – your common friend who, before you, had been the one Daiki was following around and decided to randomly hang out with. You’ve met her a couple of times, when she’s come to visit on breaks, and you’ve quickly bonded around the fact that you both wonder why you keep a guy like Daiki around. It's true, you could have both ditched him at some point in your life; he’s lazy, annoying, sometimes confusing and impulsive, despite putting on the front of a cool guy. The thing is, Satsuki is patient and sweet, she’s always taking her time with a smile on her face, laughing away the times he’s being a dumbass. But you, it’s a completely different dynamic. He’s decided from one day to another that you are his new best friend, and ever since, he hasn’t hesitated once to be unsufferable with you. He laughs when you call him a dumbass, and purposely make PDA when you are screaming on all roofs that you hate his guts. He has a picture of you from that awkward phase you went through as a pre-teen plastered on his wall – one that he’s found by stalking your social media like a creep. Daiki gets on your nerves, making you wonder ever so often why, despite everything, you’d still take a bullet with him.
But here you are, in his car with the windows down, the chill air of the night kissing your face as he pretends to dislike the music you’ve put on, though he’s clearly bopping his head along. At this time, most roads are empty, and you see the slight grin on the blue-haired boy’s face when he seizes the occasion to go over the speed limit by a couple of kilometres.
“So… that’s a night drive, huh?” you ask as your eyes wander out the window.
He huffs, slender fingers landing a flick on the side of your head.
“We gotta get out of town first, unless you appreciate the view of rats running on the sidewalks” he explains.
You hum as a response, too embarrassed to admit to you are clueless as to what this night has in reserve for you. After a while, however, it all makes sense to you as you reach the heights, seeing the lights of the city drawing patterns under your eyes. At some point, you even wonder where the stars start and where the city lights stop. It’s all like a painting, and you are just like a kid, watching with fascinated eyes. Daiki's eyes momentarily deviate from the road to lay on you, a soft smile painting his lips at the sight of you with literal stars in your eyes. And then you turn to look at him, mouth slightly agape when you notice that he’s been looking at you like that.
“Get the snacks, I’m starting to get hungry” he says after giving his attention back to the road.
You nod, reaching to get his favourite snack out of your bag, and trying as hard as you can to get the image of him looking at you so fondly out of your mind. The idea of him being so tender is a new concept, something that you refuse to accept as a truth, because if you do, you’ll also have to accept the way it makes you feel.
“Do you want one?” You ask as you try to distract yourself from the direction your thoughts are going.
“Feed me.”
You raise your eyebrows, ogling at him like he’s spewed the most nonsensical thing ever.
“Give me a rest, Daiki.”
“I literally need my two hands to drive.”
“Oh, fuck off! You’ve been driving with one hand all along.”
“Well, you owe me one, remember?”
“Where did you get that from, anyways?” you sigh, persuaded, once again, that you would never be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki.
He doesn’t reply; yet, before you get to hit him with a “I knew it”, he leans in to take a bite at the piece of food you have in hand, a shocked look painting your face when his teeth graze the tip of your fingers.
“Wh- what did you do that for?!” you grumble as he grins.
“It just tastes better when it comes from you.”
You fail to find something to reply, brain deep in a fog of confusing feelings. It hurts your mind, all this confusion, and the way he perpetually puts you in this state, not bothered in the slightest. And in these times, you can just sit in silence, fighting with yourself to stop being like that, like a dumb teenager in love for the first time – overthinking everything, blurring lines that shouldn’t be blurred, unable to stop a blooming heart from beating like crazy. But these blue eyes are seeing you; your unusual silence, and your eyes staring at the distance, in search for answers.
After a while, the car stops. You haven’t noticed that you are uphill, near a viewpoint that gives you an unprecedented sight of the city at night. You’re taken out of your thoughts when Daiki’s voice resonates in the car, telling you to get out. And you do, looking around you like a lost puppy, before noticing the blanket laid in front of his car, the drinks and snacks carefully displayed on it. And it occurs to you, at this very instant, that there is something undeniably romantic with the situation.
“You can stand there all you want, but you’d look less stupid sitting next to me” his deep voice nags at you.
“Do you do that with everyone?” you ask as you sit down.
“Huh? Do you mean the night drives?”
You raise your shoulders. You aren’t sure what you really mean by that question, let alone what answer you’re hoping to hear. But it’s easier for you to go along with the way he’s interpreted the question than making a fool of yourself and admitting that you don’t even know what you are asking.
“Not really” he says, opening a bottle for you and himself, “I mean I took Satsuki on a night drive once, but it wasn’t that fun. Girl was snoring after fifteen minutes of driving.”
He scoffs, then takes a gulp. You sit in silence, though your thoughts aren’t so quiet. You feel stupidly jealous, but it’s always Satsuki, isn’t it? She’s been by his side longer, after all.
“I’d imagine you’d enjoy something like that with her, though” you think out loud.
Daiki raises an eyebrow in your direction, not quite sure what you’re implying.
“Satsuki? Eh, she’s cool of course but you know…”
“Why do you always talk about her like that?” you look at him, “she’s literally the best girl out there. She’s pretty, and nice, and she’s so patient with you, it’s sometimes beyond me.”
“Do you expect me to date her?”
The question is so nonchalantly asked, but you can feel your heart tighten in your chest.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” you reply in all honesty.
You deviate your gaze to the view before you. The lights that you were previously in awe in front of, are now almost blinding.
“What kind of shit is going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”
His fingers reach to your chin, turning your face in his direction. His usually bored eyes are incredibly serious, for once; it’s almost in contrast with the softness of his touch.
“I wouldn’t date Satsuki in a million years, because I like you” he bluntly declares.
His words ring in your ears like a weird noise, till you finally make sense of them. And at this moment, all your confusion, all your thoughts, all your feelings take flame, setting your entire body and mind on fire.
“You… do?” you manage to voice out.
“Am I not obvious?”
He chuckles, hand living your chin to grab his bottle from which he takes another sip. Your eyes are big, like a deer caught in headlights.
“I figured you were teasing me” you confessed, suddenly realizing how stupid you may sound now that you know what you know.
“There’s that too, but I thought we had a thing going on” he admits, “it’s fun seeing you get all flustered, regardless.”
“So you like me, for real for real?”
“Yeah, dummy, in what language should I speak for you to understand?”
You reply with a hit on his shoulder, before burying your face in your hands. Daiki is really good at making you feel like that, you reflect as you feel weirdly hot despite the chill breeze blowing in your direction.
“Is this a date, then?” you ask.
“Well…” he sighs. “I thought it was but apparently, you didn’t.”
“It’s just that I was missing circumstantial clues and…”
But before you get to justify yourself, Daiki is quick to shush you, grabbing your face once again but with more force this time.
“Listen, we can debate on this the whole night or you can tell me right now how you feel. It’s up to you.”
There’s something new in his tone, something you aren’t used to. He is not playful like he usually is, or irritatingly nonchalant. It’s almost desperate, like not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings is something that he fears. The lights reflect on his skin, enough to let you see the way he looks at you, in need for an answer. And you figure that it’d be torturous to not give him one, even though saying those words would come to admit that you’ve been in denial all along.
“I do like you, Daiki.”
The following seconds are unbearable. You can only wish for a reaction – anything that will assure you that all of this is real. So you wait in pain for him to do something or say something. It starts with his gaze softening, and his grip on your face becoming more of a caress. And then it’s the familiar heat of his body – the one you feel every time he hugs you. And finally, it’s something new, that deep inside you’ve always wanted to experience, although you’ve tried to deny it under false pretence of “irrational thoughts” and “absurd theories”.
Daiki’s lips, sweet and smooth, against yours. A kiss that makes everything you’ve been unsure of a certainty. A kiss to which you reply with all your heart, finally being honest with yourself and with him. It sweeps you away, and you cling to the boy’s chest like you fear that he’ll disappear. But when your lips separate and your eyes meet his, he’s right here. And he has no intention of going elsewhere or be with anyone else.
“Are you going to still call me a dumbass now?” he asks against your lips.
“Oh come on Daiki, doesn’t matter if you’re the love of my life, you’ll always be a dummy.”
“Says the one who had no idea what a night drive was before.”
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aylacavebear · 2 months
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She Thought She was Normal
Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine
Word Count: 1688
Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!
Warnings: Childhood Rivalry
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Her alarm woke her promptly at five. She did her typical morning routine, only today, she put her hair up in a braid, preparing for the challenge with Dean. The sun wasn't up yet and the house was quiet, but she could hear the faint sounds of birds outside, beginning to wake up.
When she went into the kitchen, she noticed the boys sleeping in the living room, so moved quietly into the kitchen. Bobby had picked up a few of her favorite cereals when he found out she'd be staying with him, so she grabbed what she needed and went back into her room to eat at her desk. While she ate, she read through some of her assigned book, so her lesson would go faster later. After breakfast, she did her exercises and movements with her knife and gun, as her father had shown her.
Her thoughts drifted a bit during her routine, back to the book she'd read the night before. There were things she'd read that she had almost brushed off as just coincidence. Things she could do that Nephilim could also do. Even now, there was too much information missing for her to connect all the dots since the book did explain that the mother of the Nephilim always died in childbirth and her mother hadn’t.
“So, you ready?” Dean asked from her doorway. 
She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard him open her door, and because her gun was in her hand, she swung around and had it aimed at him in seconds.
He put his hands up, almost worried she might shoot him, “Chill. It's just me.”
She let out a breath and lowered her gun before sliding it back under her pillow, “Sorry. Lemme go wake up Sammy, I promised. Then I’ll be ready.”
He nodded as they headed out to the living room, where Sammy was still sleeping on the couch. Dean was confident that this time, he’d win. She gently woke him up. When he realized why she was waking him up, he quickly threw on his shoes, a huge grin on his face.
Dean made a mental note not to sneak up on her if she had a weapon on her. He motioned for her to follow him as he headed out to the back of Bobby's scrapyard. The sun had almost broken the horizon. Maria took note of where he led her, the way the sun would make its rays of light across the yard, and how it could affect the throws. He marked an X on the wooden fence and then stepped back ten feet. She watched him, curiously as he pulled out his knives.
“We’ll start at ten feet and work up to twenty. The one who gets closest to the target, wins,” he explained, with that damned smirk on his face again.
“Alright,” she said plainly, crossing her arms.
He wasn’t bad, she had to give him that. His first throw almost hit the X in the center, as did his second at twelve feet. However, his third throw at fifteen feet was further from the center of the X, which made her raise an eyebrow. When he got to twenty feet through, his aim was worse. Dean marked where he had landed the hits as he pulled out the knives before handing them to her. The smug look on his face only made her roll her eyes.
“Good luck,” he told her, crossing his arms and leaning against the closest car, hoping that this time, he had her.
“I don’t need luck,” she replied, a cocky smirk on her lips.
It didn’t matter how far away she was from the target, she lined up all four of the knives almost dead center of the target. Bobby had been watching them from the second-story bedroom window, smiling. Sammy was smiling from ear to ear and had stayed quiet the entire time. Dean was fuming on the inside. He had no idea how she kept beating him in these challenges he came up with and it was more than annoying now. He walked over and removed the knives, not saying a word to either of them. She casually shrugged her shoulders and headed back to the house, leaving Dean in the scrapyard, Sammy following behind her, practically skipping.
Bobby met the two in the kitchen, getting himself a cup of coffee, “Not bad, kid. How long has your dad been having you practice with throwing knives? It’s not an easy skill.” 
“A couple years now. He said I was a natural. Why?” she asked him, tilting her head slightly.
“Knife throwing isn’t something easy that just anyone can learn. Plus, some people just can’t do it at all,” he answered her.
Maria thought about his words and glanced at the window in the kitchen. She couldn’t see Dean but had a feeling he was out there practicing more since he hadn’t followed them back inside. She decided that she would at least give him some recognition for as well as he did. To her, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Bobby could almost see the wheels turning in her mind, which made him smile.
“I’m gonna guess you already ate breakfast,” he stated as he looked back toward the window.
“Yes, but Sammy hasn’t. I’m going to get started on my lessons for the day,” she replied before heading back to her room.
Bobby chuckled to himself as Sammy got himself some cereal for breakfast. Bobby then headed back to his desk and glanced toward where her room was, thinking back to when her mother was alive and the conversation he’d had with his brother-in-law when Maria had been conceived. He wondered if she had any idea what she really was and why her mother had been killed five years ago or if William had kept it a secret from her. These were all things he’d attempted to ask William about but he had always dodged the topic.
Dean came back in the house a couple hours later, tossing his knives in his bag, frustrated, “How does she do it, every damn time?” he grumbled.
Bobby chuckled quietly, not looking up from his book, “She’s different, kid.”
“She’s annoying is what she is,” he grumbled, sitting down on the couch.
“Go get some breakfast and quit your bellyaching,” he told Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Sammy had been sitting on the other end of the couch, doing his best not to laugh at his brother for losing to a girl, yet again, as Bobby had been clear not to rub it in. Sammy went back to his schoolwork though, even if he was still grinning.
Maria came out of her room about a half hour later, the book she’d been reading and her journal in hand, “I’m done with my morning lessons Uncle Bobby,” she told him as she stood in front of his desk.
He looked up at her and took her books, “Did you want to say something to Dean first?” he asked.
She pursed her lips for a moment, “Yes,” she answered.
He nodded a bit, “Go do that and I’ll take a look at this before your quiz,” he told her.
Maria took a deep breath before she walked into the kitchen, seeing Dean sitting down at the table. She took note of his expression. He looked almost defeated but at the same time, he looked as though he had a deep determination in his eyes as he read the book in front of him. He’d always been hard for her to read since she’d met him since the challenges between them had started. She noticed how he could easily hide what he was really feeling or thinking about. He may have been annoying, but at the same time, she was impressed with him.
“Hey, Dean,” she said, a softness mixed with her confidence as she sat down across from him, “I wanted to tell you that you did really well earlier, with the knife throwing. I didn’t know it was something difficult to learn and my dad’s had me doing it for a couple years now,” she explained, sounding as genuine as she could. 
Dean was surprised at what she’d said, it only adding to her complexity and mystery, as well as him still finding her annoying, “Yeah, thanks,” he practically mumbled, keeping an expression to match.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath through her nose before she got up and walked back over to her Uncle’s desk, “I’m ready for my quiz.”
Bobby had heard what she’d said to Dean, and it had made him smile a bit. She had tried, and she was ten after all. In his mind, she’d said it fairly well for her age. He quizzed her on what she read, even trying to trip her up. If he ever had to admit it, he only tried to trip her up because he loved hearing her be able to correct him, having actually learned the material and not just skimmed over it to find the base parts of it all. He knew he didn’t say it enough, but he was beyond proud of her.
She took her books back to her room after the quiz, making sure her door was closed so she could read more of the book on Angels. Maria was completely fascinated by it and had no idea why she was drawn to the information. She’d never read anything on angels before, not even sure if they existed. Although, as her mind would argue, how could there be demons without angels, the world needing the duality, the balance? Maria knew she couldn’t ask any of the adults in her life, as they’d want to know where she’d heard of or learned the information from, as it wasn’t on any of her list of reading materials. She looked up from the book and sighed, then closed it and slid it back under her pillow.
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0li0v3rkill · 2 years
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𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓.
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summary: eddie teaches your daughter that she doesn’t have to conform to what everyone wants her to be.
pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader
word count: 663
warnings: none! this is jus lowk projecting tho LOL
author’s note: heavy on the adhd eddie hc here LMAO i hope u guys like it !! i apologize that this took so long i recently started school again </3
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you had began to notice eddie and jovi had fallen into some sort of routine as she got older. since she had begun speaking full sentences, it was like they had a little catch-up at the end of the day. the two would sit on you and eddie’s shared king-sized bed, doing some sort of activity together, while telling each other about their day. it seemed tonight’s activity was coloring.
“how was school, baby?” you hear eddie ask. you were sitting in the bath, the water engulfing your tired body in comforting heat. you leaned your head against the rim of the tub, realizing that if you put yourself in just the right position, you could watch them through the open bathroom door.
“it was okay.” jovi replies, picking up a purple crayon and beginning to scribble on the left side of the coloring book you could see them sharing. eddie’s red crayon slows in his hand as he turns to look at her.
“‘okay?’ you usually say ‘awesome,’ or something like that. is everything alright, jov?”
you watch your daughter hesitate, her little lips pressing together in thought.
“i got in trouble today, daddy.” she confesses quietly, avoiding eye contact with eddie. you look at her with soft eyes, wondering how in the world she had gotten in trouble. jovi was a good girl; always offering to help with anything she could, always kind and sweet. it hurt your heart a bit to think of her sitting out of recess.
“what for, sweetheart?” eddie asks, a hand raising to run through her brunette curls comfortingly. jovi places her crayon back in the box next to her, her movements slow and nervous.
“talked too much…” she sighs, her chubby cheeks warming with embarrassment.
you knew jovi loved to talk; it was just one of the many things that she inherited from eddie. you guessed punishments would come with that, too. eddie had told you he was put in detention numerous times for talking in class growing up, explaining that he just couldn’t stop once he started. he talked about how he was seen as a distraction, when he was really just being himself.
“c’mere,” you watch eddie sit up, scooping up jovi’s small form and setting her on his lap. he brushes a curl behind her ear as she leans her head against his chest. “i’m not upset, baby. i know how you feel. i used to get in trouble a lot, too.”
“really?”
“really. it’s just that some people think everyone works the same, so they expect us to act a certain way and get upset if we don’t. you didn’t do anything wrong, jov, you just work differently.”
you smile, watching as eddie’s large hand rubs jovi’s little back comfortingly. seeing the way he treated her made your stomach do little flips, that teenage crush making itself known again.
“don’ like different.” you hear jovi mumble against eddie’s chest as he holds her, and he gasps in his theatrics, of course.
“oh, don’t say that. as hard as it can be, it’s fun being different. it’s easier to find people who really, really love you; because you’re yourself.” eddie’s eyes flicker to your own, a soft smile spreading on his face as he gazes towards you lovingly. you smile dopily, his smile only speeding up the butterflies that were previously settled in your tummy.
“promise me something, baby,” he begins, pulling jovi away from his chest and sticking out his pinky finger to her. “promise me that you’ll always be yourself; that you’ll never let anyone, and i mean anyone, make you act a certain way.”
“i promise, daddy,” jovi says, hooking her pinky to eddie’s own. he kisses the back of her hand to seal the deal. she hooks her little arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder.
“that’s my girl.” eddie smiles softly as he kisses her forehead, his arms wrapping around her in a hug.
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notsoattractivearenti · 11 months
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Polar Opposites (Christian Pulisic x Reader) - Part 4
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WC: 2.0K
Warnings: curse words, drinking/alcohol
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Bachelorette party was tonight. Claire didn’t want to have bridesmaids because she thought having you as Person of Honor was enough. You – as someone who loves planning basically everything ­– invited some friends of Claire and arranged the whole thing by yourself. She didn’t request for anything but one – no strippers, which you gladly accepted because you didn’t really think that would be a good idea and knowing Claire, she wouldn’t feel comfortable.
At the time, you and Christian were still texting each other. But you were also still uncertain about your feelings for him, so you kept pulling back and forth. Some days, you would be all friendly, but the other days you would act a little cold towards him – maybe too cold. You even confused yourself because you had never been in this kind of situation before. The thing was, even when you hadn’t replied to his text for 2 days, he kept on sending you new messages every day.
It was Friday evening when the party started. One week prior, you had made a table reservation at yours and Claire’s favorite nightclub – you were looking forward for the party. You just want to distract yourself from the biggest inner struggle at the moment – which was figuring out what you really feel about certain someone.
“Yes!” You talked to yourself as you walked in to the club, unaware your voice were quite loud. “I can’t wait to finally ‘drink to forget’!” 
Claire raised her eyebrows. “Drink to forget? To forget what?”
“Uh, what?” You looked at Claire all confused, before you realized she heard what you said before. “Oh nothing. Forget nothing. Just forget I even said anything.”
You felt your phone vibrated on your pocket, so you took it out and saw 3 new messages from Christian. 
Is the bachelorette party tonight?
Have fun! 🙌🏻
Don’t get too drunk 😂 Rehearsal dinner is tomorrow
You texted him back before putting your phone away.
can’t promise anything lol thanks
The time you all got to the table, plenty of drinks – mostly cocktails and shots – had been served. You immediately grabbed 2 shot glasses and ready to start off the party with a toast.
“Everyone, let’s raise our glasses,” you started your toast, “to send off our beloved bride-to-be, Claire to marriage life!”
“Let’s drink and have some fun!”
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That night, you had a lot of drink – too much, you were pretty boozy.
It was already 12 AM, but since you were still very drunk you didn’t notice time. You were laying on the sofa, then got on your phone, and drunk dialed a number – you weren’t aware it was Christian’s number. He didn’t pick up because he was asleep, so your call went straight to voicemail.
“This is Christian Pulisic, leave your message.”
“Heyyyyyy whaa- Christian? I d’no why I call yeeee” you slurred your speech, you were genuinely surprised to hear his voice.
“I uh, I guess I uhh...” you took a shot of vodka before continuing, “ahhh, I just wanna say, I fuckin hate yer guts!”
“But Chrissss...” your began to murmured, "I thinkkkk I wike yooouuu...”
 “Ohhh pffftt, I mean wike! No, ughhh,” you groaned, “like. Theeeereee I say itttttt... I la-la-la-like youuuu.”
“Aaaanyway, imma go have more drinks,” you said as you got off to take another shots, “bye there!” You hung up your phone and threw it to the sofa.
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The next morning, you woke up with a bad hangover – your day started with a throbbing headache and vomits, you reeked of alcohol. 
“Ugh, Claire, my head fucking hurts,” you complained to Claire, “I must’ve drunk too much last night.”
“Yeah you fucking did!” She laughed. “Y/N, you were so out of control last night it was funny to watch!”
“Did I do something stupid? Please, please tell me I didn’t.”
“I mean... Uh...” She tried to recall. “Nothing illegal though, so uh... You’re good I guess?”
You were relieved. “Okay good. Shit, I’m going to sober up for the rehearsal dinner tonight.”
“YOU BETTER BE,” Claire jokingly screamed into your ears, she was amused by how hungover you were and wanted to get a reaction out of you.
“Ah!!! Fuck you Claire!” You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut. “That was too loud!”
“I don’t care,” she chuckled. “Go shower and brush your teeth a million times, you smell like a walking bar.”
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It was finally time for rehearsal dinner. You still were a little hangover, but at least you could function a lot better than this morning. Because you didn’t think you could handle alcohol just yet, you skipped the champagne for the night and had water instead.
As you skimmed the room, you saw Christian was coming over. You tried to act cool even though your heart was beating really fast.
“So...” He started the conversation the moment he stood next to you, “how was bachelorette party, Y/N? Bet you had too much fun.”
“It was fine.” You answered coldly.
“You know, I got a voicemail from someone...”
You gave him a side eye. You thought whatever he was about to say wasn’t that important, so you tried to not give him any attention.
“It’s not just a voicemail, it’s actually umm... A confession?” He smirked.
You started to feel curious. “What do you mean?”
“Someone told me they, uh, how do they say it... Oh, wike! Wait, no. Umm, lalalalike me?”
Your eyes widened. It sounded familiar, but you really couldn’t recall why.
“Wait, did I call you last night???” You nervously asked.
He jokingly asked you back. “I don’t know, did you?”
“Come on Christian,” You whined. “Be serious! I really have no memories about any fucking things after what seemed like to be my one hundredth drink last night.”
“Let me refresh your memory.” He took his phone out of his pocket, then gave you a listen to a voicemail you didn’t remember sending. You covered your face and grumbled – you couldn’t even look at him. At the moment, you felt you were ready to grab a fork and stabbed yourself with it.
“Fuck Christian I-” you stuttered out of embarrassment, “I... I am so... so so so sorry I left you that message. I- I really don’t remember even calling you!”
“That’s okay. I get it, you were drunk. Well, at least now we know alcohol brings honesty out of you.” 
“Oh God...” You whimpered.
“Look, Y/N, sorry that you hate my guts, but-”
“Can you just um, erase that?” You asked him anxiously. “And uh, forget it ever happened?” 
He frowned. “Why?”
“Uh... I didn’t even know what I was talking about. I mean... I was clearly under the influence.” 
“Wait,” he said quietly, “don’t you want to know what I think?”
 “I... I don’t...” You stuttered. “I don’t kn-”
“Y/N, Christian!” You two heard Claire called your names and waved. “It’s time!”
You nodded at her, then went back to Christian. “Let’s go there, come on.”
“Yeah sure.” He coldly walked away, he seemed really hurt.
For the entire rehearsal dinner, Christian didn’t talk to you. He glanced at you once in a while, but that was it. You were just really ashamed because of that drunk voicemail you sent him – how you basically told him how you felt about him. 
---
At the end of the dinner, you finally had the courage to talk to him.
“Christian,” you tapped his shoulder, “can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure,” he said as he pulled a chair next to him, he didn’t even look at you.
You sat there, and there was a moment of silence.
He finally broke the silence, “what is it?”
“Uh, listen...” You took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m still unsure of how I feel about you.”
“I have never had feelings to anyone like you. You can be insufferable most of the times, and the thought of that bothers me...”
“Well that’s flattering.” He blurted.
“You know what I mean!” You shouted.
“Anyway, it’s just... What if this feeling is temporary? What if our two, contrasting personalities could never work? I don’t want to get hurt, Christian. I just can’t.” You whimpered.
He listened, but he didn’t say a word.
“I am embarrassed that I sent you that message. That’s why I asked you to delete and forget. And I have yet to figure out how I really feel about you.” You explained.
He pressed his lips together and nodded, but still no words came out.
“Well... Don’t you have something to say to me?” You asked.
“Oh, me?” He pointed at himself. “Tsk. I don’t know.”
“Uh, okay...” You said nervously. “I guess I’ll le-”
As you were ready to leave, you heard him softly confessed, “I like you too.”
You froze for a minute. It felt like your heart stopped beating and the time just stopped ticking – you couldn’t help to let out a smile. “Go on.”
“I was so glad you sent me that voicemail, Y/N. It was the perfect start of my day. I don’t care whether you were drunk or not, at least I now know how you feel about me.” He admitted, his voice sounded shaky. “So when you asked me to pretend it never happened, it hurt me.”
“Chris...”
“I’m not done.” He stopped you.
“Not only that, I don’t know if you notice but you’ve been so hot and cold with me for months! It’s exhausting.” He admitted.
In response, you mouthed “I’m sorry.”
“Look, I’m not going to ask you to make up your mind now, but just so you know... I’m into you. Like, really into you. No matter how much I ‘despise’ you.” He said, giving you a little smile at the end.
You chuckled. “Thank you, Christian.”
You smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes in silent until you heard Claire called your name.
“Y/N! Let’s go home!”
“Oh, I have to go,” you said as you got off your seat. “The bride needs me.”
“See you tomorrow, Best Man.”
“Can’t wait, Person of Honor.”
---
You had spent the last two nights at Claire’s, while Nick stayed over at Christian’s. You hadn’t stopped smiling since the conversation you had with Christian and Claire noticed that.
“Y/N... What’s going on with you?” She asked.
“What?”
“You seem way too happy and it’s freaking me out!” She laughed. “Does Christian have something to do with this?”
You jokingly acted surprised, even though she was right. “How bold of you to assume that!”
“Well does he though? Y/N, I’m not going to sleep before you tell me everything!” Claire demanded.
“No! Are you kidding? Tomorrow’s your wedding... You need enough sleep!”
“You know Y/N, it is the rule to always say ‘yes’ to the bride.”
You playfully gasped. “Are you seriously using your bride card right now?”
“Indeed I am,” she said proudly, “now talk!”
“Ugh fine,” you hesitantly gave up, “I’ll tell you. Bear with me.”
You told her about the drunk voicemail and how it ended up with Christian confessing his feeling to you. Claire – who basically has been rooting for you and him – was very delighted to hear the story.
But she was a little concerned about one thing. “So, Y/N, do you... Really like him?”
“I think I am... But I’m not sure.”
“You have to figure it out very soon, Y/N. He’s not going to wait forever, you know? Don’t toy with his feelings.” She advised.
“I’m aware, but you know it’s not that easy, right? I have no idea why I become this indecisive.” Your voice started breaking. “This shit... It has been messing with my head for fucking months now...” 
“We’re just... How do you say it?” You tried to think of the term. “Uh, polar opposite?”
“I understand,” she sympathized, “but maybe you’re thinking too much into it.”
You nodded, you were relieved you had the talk with Claire.
“If you want to, Y/N,” she continued, “you can work those differences out.”
You went silent for a while, thinking about what Claire just said to you. Maybe she’s right? Can we work it out?
---
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