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mariefilms · 11 months

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╰───► Summer in Europe - e. williams

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Pairing- mafia princess and assassin!ellie williams x assassin!black fem reader

Warnings- 18+ MDNI!!!!! angst, smut, references/allusions to murder, dirty talk, pet names ( ma, baby), fingering (r! receiving), squirting, use of strap on, multiple orgasms (2), uhhhh i think that’s it.

Synopsis- you and ellie found love when you were both at your lowest, a summer in rome was one of your best ideas until you got a call telling you to kill the love of your life.

a/n- this is my first time writing smut so don’t be too harsh🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 (nsfw under the cut) this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but it was getting long so i decided to split it up into to 2-3 parts, i hope you guys like it !!

it was the summer of 2027 when you fell in love with her. you were only supposed to stay in Italy for two weeks before you met her. ellie was captivating, nothing like anybody you’d ever seen before. she was so hooked on you she followed you around like a puppy not knowing what dangers being in your presence would entail. The lavish dates and time you and ellie spent together only progressed your love for each other. unfortunately, you were needed back home. you had to take care of a client even if you wanted to stay in your little fantasy bubble with ellie. the trip wasn't supposed to last this long and sadly, your work was calling you. you’d never abandoned it for this long of a time period. Therefore, it was time to get back to the real world and out of this lovesick haze. ellie decided it was best to treat you to one last dinner before you had to leave even though she never knew if you were coming back. It was one of the best dates you had ever been on since you’d come to rome. ellie made sure your every need was met and she couldn't help but fall into the pit of love deeper and deeper, not knowing how you would crush her heart and she would crush yours.

on your way back home you got a call from your handler, he was seething at your radio silence for the past three months and didn’t want to have to report it to the higher-ups. that would start a worldwide manhunt neither of you wanted to deal with. “seth, it’s fine ok. i just needed a break.and you of all people should know the importance of that.” sighing, you grabbed a glass of champagne that was offered to you by a waiter.

to your luck, he relented on his incessant nagging (it was all in worry for your well-being, he was getting old and he couldn’t keep saving your ass anymore now) and told you about your next job that needed to be done asap. your assignment was to seduce and kill the notorious mob princess and best assassin the world had seen since julio santana, ellie williams. adoptive daughter of joel miller and tess miller.

your heart dropped in familiarity with her name. everything around you became muddled when you realized. you couldn’t believe your luck. it would only be you who’d have to kill the one and the only person who you loved. “ i-i can’t do this one seth.”

“what- why can’t you do it? you’ve never been opposed to taking a job before. what’s wrong about this one!?”

“its a conflict of interest seth! i can’t fulfill an assignment on someone i know very fucking intimately!” you yelled into the phone and throwing your hands up in the air. this was easily becoming one of the worst days of your life, and you’ve had more of those than you could count.

“what a load of bullshit! you know all of your victims intimately that is the whole point of your job y/n!” he yelled back and you tried not to snap at him because he did take very good care of you but you were tired of his shit.” it’s fucking different seth! this isn’t some one night stand type of thing! i fell for her! i cant and wont fucking do it!” you were seething in your seat in the plane trying not to disturb the other passengers.

“i don’t give a shit about that y/n! you will do what needs to be done, you KNOW, the damn rules!” you tuned him out after that. you didn’t want to hear the truth and tried not to think about the inevitable.

seth was rambling in your ear, still going on and on about how you have no choice and the threat of the higher-ups still lingering because of your long absence, and how you fucked up falling in love with someone from the mob. you tried to argue you didn’t know she was from the mob, just rich but he wouldn’t hear it. you could honestly give less of a fuck about the higher ups but you remembered why you were even in this business in the first place, making your decision a pretty easy one. deciding you had enough of his incessant whining you took the job with a broken heart.

it was october when you finally made your way back to italy. you took a month at home of getting your affairs in order to successfully complete this assignment. you cried so much throughout the downtime to the point where you had nothing left in you but deep despair. the urge of going MIA and not completing the mission was strong, but you couldn’t do that, you made a promise and had a job to do. you couldn’t let a measly love affair stop you even if she meant the world to you. you had to keep up your end of the bargain or shit would get messy.

after you landed at the airport you went through baggage claim and made your way to the lobby before you spotted ellie waiting for you. your heart warmed and filled with dread all at once when you saw her. you rolled your suitcase up to her and smiled when she turned to look at you. ellie looked so pretty standing in front of you. she looked at you like you hung the stars. her piercing green eyes were shining with love while she dragged her gaze on you up and down smiling brightly.

“hi baby” she greeted you breathlessly and wrapped her arms around your waist while going in for a deep kiss. you reciprocated instantly, never getting used to the way she made you feel. you broke the kiss and smiled back up at her. “i missed you so much” you whispered into her lips. “me too, ma” she whispered back before kissing you again but this time it was more vigorous. she ran her hands up and down your sides feeling all your curves and committing them to memory. she'd missed this so much, she'd missed you so much. despite the timing of your relationship, she felt a deep connection to you. ellie couldn’t fathom you leaving her anymore after you came back and decided to stay with her. she squeezed you tighter not wanting to let you go (in more ways than one) but knew y’all had to get back so she could help you unpack and finally fuck you like she’d been wanting to.

“let’s get back, wanna show you much i missed you” she whispered in your ear while her hands drifted down to your ass and cupped it through your jeans. you gasped and pushed her off of you while laughing. “have some decency, we're in public ellie!” she rolled her eyes at you before smacking your ass and grabbing your bags. “you wasn’t saying that while i was tonging you down” your face went warm at her words, forgetting how bold she tended to be, not being afraid to speak anything that was on her mind. “ok but that’s completely different than you groping me!” you smacked her arm and she just laughed at your response, pulling you into her while you both walked out the airport and into her car. her driver was waiting outside of it and took your bags from her. he then opened the door so you both could get in.

during the ride back to ellie’s place, your mind couldn’t stop racing. you felt so wrong for lying to ellie like this. acting like you were here in rome to continue your relationship with her but actually on an assignment to kill her. it was weighing so heavy on you that ellie noticed the shift in your demeanor. she didn’t know why you started to feel upset but she had a feeling it was about you being back in rome away from home and familiarity. she had no clue what your real intentions were, she was still under the impression that you were here for her and trying to commit to a serious relationship, not just a fling. ellie didn’t know that you knew what she did for a living and who she was connected to. she prayed you’d never have to see or experience that side of her. when she was handling her business she was a different person. her anger issues peaking and making her seem borderline psychotic. she wasn’t proud of what she did for a living but it’s what she grew up around ever since joel picked her up off the streets, saving her from a piece of shit who didn’t know how to keep his hands off of little girls.

ever since then she vowed to ruthlessly murder anybody who thought it was ok to do anything remotely close to that.

when ellie’s driver finally pulled up to her house your mood had brightened significantly. ellie was trying her hardest to cheer you up during the long drive the best she could and it worked for the most part. you still had a heavy weight on your shoulders from the responsibility of taking ellie’s life but you decided to not let it bother you for the rest of the day. you needed to appreciate all the time you had left with ellie.

ellie’s driver, who you later learned was named jesse, opened the door for you both to get out of the car and go inside.

“hey love, wait inside for me. i need to take an important call real quick.” ellie kissed your cheek before rounding to the other side of the black g-wagon.

you sighed before agreeing to her demand and walked into ellie’s home. it was a black interior and exterior modernesque house that was ducked off from the bustling city of rome. you’d been here many times in the 3 months you first visited but it never failed to take your breath away. jesse brought your bags in while you got settled in. since ellie was outside taking a call you felt this was the perfect time to hide your weapons to lower any levels of suspicion— not that ellie suspected you, you were just paranoid and had a lot of guilt.

luckily you managed to hide them in very obscure places and avoided being seen by jesse and just in time before ellie ended her phone call, dismissed jesse and finally came inside to spend time with you.

she found you in the kitchen and you were praying she didn’t notice how wound up you were. just seconds before she made her way into the kitchen you had hidden a pistol in a compartment behind the oven. you felt like you were sweating bullets and tried to act as normal as possible when she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and giving your neck little pecks. “what are you doing in here baby?” she mumbled into the kisses she was giving your neck, stirring up a sizzling heat in your lower regions.

“nothin’, i just decided that i wanted to cook something today instead of us going out again.” you giggle at her kisses turning ticklish and feeling her smile against your neck while she sways with you in her arms to a random beat in her head.

you turned around in her arms ready to tell her you needed to start gathering the ingredients before she cut you off with a toe-curling kiss.

“i missed you so much baby. that was the worst month of my life” you laughed at her dramaticness. “i know el, it was hard for me too but i’m here now and i won’t be leaving anytime soon.” you were lying to her and it hurt so much but you had to keep up appearances and not alert ellie to anything being wrong with you.

she pulled you into another deep kiss, tongues sliding together and you both moaning into it before you tried to pull back so you could actually start cooking. ellie on the other hand didn’t want to let you go. she could stay kissing you forever but she knew you had to start on the dish you wanted to make and finally broke the kiss not before grabbing your ass and rubbing on it. she had a panty-dropping smirk on her face as she looked at you. she knew the power she had over you and your body and wasn’t afraid to use it.

“ellie, no. move. i’m trying to cook and you tryna fuck me” you were laughing as you kept trying to remove her hands from your ass while she started back kissing on your neck, implementing teeth and sucking your skin, trying to leave her mark on you.

“you can still cook like this” she smirked against your skin at your scandalized gasp.

“ellie you know damn fucking well, move your ass !” you smacked her forearm so she could take you seriously and move.

she gave you one last peck on your lips before letting you get back to cooking, “ok ok fine, but i hope you didn’t forget about what i said at the airport” she whispered breathily in your ear before, once again, smacking your ass and walking out of the kitchen with a proud smile on her face.

“ooh i can’t stand her fine ass !” you bit your lip before whispering to yourself and turning to start cooking one of your favorite dishes from back home that you had a feeling ellie would love.

once you finally got done cooking the jambalaya, you called ellie down while you were making hers and your plate. she kissed your cheek before going to sit at the table, you walking behind her and sitting right across from her at the table. the dinner reminded you of every date ellie took you on at a expensive restaurant, except more intimate and intoxicating.

before digging in you asked ellie to try it and tell you if she liked it. you know she’s never had something like this before so you really hoped she would.

when she took a bite she literally moaned out loud. you busted out laughing at her response, your efforts to conceal it were futile and it came out anyway, “i take it i did good huh?” she nodded her head fervently and started to scarf her plate down.

“wait- el slow down! it’s not going anywhere” you tried to stop her from eating too fast and too much and later having a stomach cramp. “ i can’t stop it’s so good baby. i don’t know how i’ve never gotten to eat this good in my life.” she heaved after a particularly big bite. you covered your mouth trying not to laugh at her appearance after tearing her plate up. the bottom half of her face was covered in the sauce from the jambalaya with little rice pieces, and she was leaning back in her seat trying to catch her breath.

“ellie you have so much shit on your face” you couldn’t hold your laugh in anymore and it finally busted out.

“what? where?” she started wiping everywhere but where she had smudges of sauce on her. “girl- you know what let me get it!” you stood up and walked to ellie’s side of the table before bending down and using your hands to wipe the remnants of sauce and rice crumbs on her face. as you wiped some crumbs off of her lip ellie licks your thumb in while staring deeply into your eyes and giving it a hard suck. “thank you for the meal baby” she smirks against your thumb still resting on your lip.

“fuck it.” you crashed your lips against ellie’s, taking her by surprise. she moaned into your lips before pulling you into her lap so she could kiss you properly. she sucked on your bottom lip and intertwined her tongue with yours, completely tonguefucking your face in an agonizingly rough pace making you grow so wet in her lap. you were a moaning mess and couldn’t control your hips, rutting down against ellie and adding slight stimulation to hers and your clit.

“mm fuck” ellie groaned into your mouth when she felt you start grinding against her. she dragged her hands down your sides, up and down your back, through your braids, and finally landed on your ass. she loves your ass so much it was crazy. she smacked one cheek before making you grind down harder after hearing you whine and whimper into her. you started bucking your hips uncontrollably when she kissed you particularly hard that sent shiver through your body and had you dampening your panties even more.

“fuckkk ellie” you were so needy for her. she’s the only one that’s made you fell this good out of the many nameless and faceless one night stands you’d had in the past. you needed her to do something about the ache in your pussy and you needed it now.

“ellie cmonnnnn, i’m ready” you whined into her mouth trying to move her hand where you wanted her as she started trailing her kisses lower and lower down your neck. suckling on your collarbone and making a dark hickey appear. “i know, baby i know.”

ellie picked you up while you were still situated in her lap. she made her way to her bedroom while she kissed you deeply managing to not hit too many walls on the way. when she entered her room she threw you on the bed before going into one of her drawers and grabbing some lube, her harness and the black long and girthy dildo that was usually attached to it.

you couldn’t believe how fine she was and how lucky you were able to spend time with her, not wanting to sour your mood with the burden you still carried heavily on your shoulders, you pulled ellie by her tattooed arm on top of you so you could kiss her again but she turned down your advances of trying to deepen the kiss, only giving you a couple pecks before she started making her way down your body, the body she was so in love with.

she trailed kisses down your neck and stopped at your boobs, pressing little pecks between them before taking your right nipple into her mouth and trailing her right hand down to the wetness in between your thighs. rubbing your clit through your panties and making you moan lowly out loud. she used her left hand to knead your left nipple before she plopped off your right to give some attention to the left.

you were out of it. face blissed out with no thoughts behind your eyes. all you could think about was ellie and how much you wanted her mouth and fingers all over you. “ellie please. stop teasing and fuck me!” you whined at the stimulation you were receiving. she chuckled at your impatience and ended up giving in to you, she could never say no to your pretty pouty face.

“ok pretty girl, i’ll give you what you want '' ellie gave you one more toe-curling kiss while removing your soaked underwear before dropping down to your gushing pussy and circling her tongue around your clit. you moaned out so loud and it made ellie so wet, grinding down into the mattress while she hooked her hands under your thighs and pushed them into your chest. ellie licked a long stripe up and down your slit before going back to sucking your clit into her mouth.

you were a moaning mess. everything she did to you felt so good to the point of insanity. she was making you feel so fucking good you didn’t know what to do with your hands. deciding on gripping her hair and messing up her sloppily put-up bun, grinding hard into her face. she groaned into your pussy and sunk two fingers into you before curling them and abusing that sweet spot she knew would have you seeing stars. your eyes rolled back as you felt her attack your g-spot. you couldn’t control your sounds at all. she could hear all the little noises your mouth made and loved it. she lifted her head out of your juices to use her other hand to rub on your clit roughly making you jerk in her hold before she held you down. “yeaaaa let me hear you baby. pussys so wet f’ me”

she was easily becoming pussydrunk. the way your cunt gushed out your wetness and started creating a white ring around her fingers that were fucking into you hard and deep. she couldnt get enough.

“fuck- fucking love this pussy baby” she drawled out breathlessly before diving back in and attacking your clit with her tongue.

“tell me whos pussy this is?” she rubbed on your clit hard.

“yours ellie! it’s your pussy, shit!”

you were bucking and spasming as you felt your orgasm crashing down on you. “ellie- mm- fuck fuck, m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum ellie!” you screamed out as you felt the knot that had been building in your stomach since she kissed you in that airport lobby burst, your eyes rolled back from the intensity and her refusal to stop rubbing your clit.

“mm- fucking love this pussy. cum on my face baby, fuck- i want it all” she pistoned her fingers into you faster and doubled downed on your clit drawing your orgasm out and making you cry out from overstimulation. “shittttt- that’s it baby” ellie pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them savoring the taste of you and moaning wantonly around them. she kissed your clit again before sitting up to put her strap on and lube it up.

you were still overstimulated when she slapped it on your clit twice. “mm’ no more el” you tried to run from her but she pulled you back and flipped you on your stomach. “uh uh baby you know i’m not done with you.” she rubbed her fingers in your juices again before lining up and pushing inside of you.

“fuckkkkk—“ she groaned as she sunk her dick into you like she could feel you open up for her and squeeze down when she hit your g-spot again.

you cried out when she was all the way in. you felt so full and good. “fuck ellie!” you whimpered into the pillow as she started thrusting into you.

“mm’ look at you. fuck— pretty pussy wrapping around me so good” she groaned and punctuated her words with a hard thrust spreading your cheeks so she could get a good look at your pussy opening up for her. her thrusts were sending you up the bed and making you almost hit the headboard. she was fucking you sooo good and deep keeping you pinned down to the point where you couldn’t move, all you could do was take her brutal thrusts. “ellieellieellie, i can’t- i cant- fuck!” you felt her brush against your cervix and sobbed into her pillows. you couldn’t think, she was making you feel so good, you pushed your hand back on her stomach to get her to let up but she slapped your hand away and ground deeply into you in response making her feel immense stimulation on her clit from the harness and you felt her deep in your guts your eyes crossed so hard you saw stars.

“nah you can take it shit—baby, stop. fucking. running.” she thrust into you hard following it with a deep grind making you lose your mind. you were a whimpering mess and couldn’t hold your orgasm anymore, only this time it felt more intense and powerful.

“ellie mm’ fuck! m’ gonna cum!” trying to run away from the powerful sensation again. ellie slapped your ass as a reprimand. “stop fucking moving and take it.” she was holding your hips in place and fucking the shit out of you. you couldn’t speak anymore, the only noises coming out of your mouth were little renditions of ellie ellie please! and loud moans and whimpers before your orgasm crashed out of you with a strong liquid. “fuuuckk baby” ellie moaned hard above you, throwing her head back, when she felt your wetness hit her. she ground into you even harder until she was cumming from the friction.

you were spent and didn’t have another orgasm in you. you slumped down into the bed as ellie pulled out of you, discarding the harness and laying down wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

she kissed you all over your face and neck whispering sweet nothings. you smiled in her embrace and hugged her tightly. “i missed you so much,” she whispered into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. it was passionate and conveyed her love for you that she was too scared to confess yet. you returned it with the same passion and with a hint of despair. you started to remember the reason you were here in the first place and pulled away from her, not wanting her to take notice in your steadily dropping mood.

unfortunately she did feel your mood change and she looked at you with a question in her eyes, you just shook your head before giving her a peck on the lips and dragging her to the bathroom on your wobbly legs so y’all could clean up. “i fucked the shit outta you huh?” she mocked your words from earlier and grabbed your ass (for the 2726366th time) you swatted her hand out of the way and pulled her into the shower with you.

ellie smiled at you as you began washing eachother. you were in complete bliss and didn’t want this illusion to end but unfortunately time wasn’t on your side and you needed to complete your mission soon or you’d have to deal with so many consequences worse than death.

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT CHAPTER 3)

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Chapter: 3/4 (smut in next chapter) Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 coming soon. AO3 link here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

Okay so I know I said this chapter will have smut, but I got way too carried away on the date night but I PROMISE it will be next chapter, the last one. There's still some nice and streamy scenes in this one I promise!

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! If you like this fic DEFINITELY check out her Billy ones, my personal FAVOURITE is tease! She's so much better at writing Billy than I am, thanks so much for challenging me to write this work! Love you!

You were just about to leave the school building when you heard your name being called down the hall.

“Y/n,” his voice was smooth like butter “wait up.”

You stopped and turned, faced to face with Billy Hargrove. You fluttered your eyelashes, nervous that in mere hours you would have a date with him.

“What’s up? Bailing already?” You smirked at him and he mirrored you, icy blue eyes glimmering.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I wanted to tell you to wear a swimsuit tonight.” He replied and you were fixated on the movement of his lips.

“Where are you taking me exactly?” You hummed, tapping a finger on your chin. “I can’t swim well.”

He started backing away with a playful look “you’ll see! It’s a surprise!”

“Billy!” You called out but he just wove as he walked the other direction, his other hand in his back pocket.

Now, you sat at the dining room table in your house knowing both your parents wouldn’t be home until tomorrow from their trip. It was nice to have the privacy you needed to sort through your emotions.

Still, you found yourself excited. You could feel the presence of butterflies, relaxing on flowers yet stretching their wings preparing for what’s to come. Exactly what you weren’t sure but you were both afraid and excited.

That’s when the three knocks on the door made you bolt upright.

Behind the door stood him; jeans, jean jacket and white tank. The look was complete with dark sunglasses that hid his eyes. You folded your arms pretending to be unimpressed with an eyebrow rose. The way he was leaning against the door frame and brushed his curly hair back made your heart leap. The cherry on top; he licked his teeth in the way he had to have known you loved.

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asked and you nodded.

You brought a tote with you, filled with a towel, soap and shampoo in case he did take you to the pool. Though it was closed this time of day so you weren’t sure what exactly he had been planning.

“Come on,” he nodded behind him as he practically skipped down the driveway.

You couldn’t help but smile, what had gotten him so happy?

You followed him along getting into the passenger side of his Camaro. It felt so odd, so surreal to be in Billy fucking Hargroves car. Yet you were, as the music blasted with the windows down.

You tried to relax but it was hard as you leaned back into your seat. You stole a glance over at Billy, watching him lean cooly back against the driver's seat. He had a hand out the window and the other on the steering wheel. Your cheeks blush red as he notices you looking at him.

He smirks to himself as he opens his mouth to say “see something you like sweetheart?”

“Where are we going?” You ask sharply, trying to mask your slip up.

“It’s a surprise,” he ran a finger along his upper lip in thought “you don’t like surprises much do you?”

You look back down at your legs, letting the cool breeze calm your nerves as it blows through your hair.

“No,” you admitted before looking back at him, “I don’t.”

“You were the kid who used to try and find Santa’s gifts weren’t you?” He asked, tapping his finger against the steering wheel.

“That would imply I didn’t find them,” you laughed.

He grinned before replying “well, you don’t have to look any further. We’re already here.”

He pulled into the driveway when you realized you were paying too much attention to him and not where you were going.

“It’s not open,” you say, watching him curiously as he parks.

“I know,” he replies matter-of-factly as he turns the key to his car, stuffing it into his pockets afterwards.

He clicks his seat belt excitedly, opening the door and jumping out before you have time to unbuckle yours. “Well, come on slowpoke. Before it gets too dark.”

“Are we breaking in?!” You stuttered opening the passenger door and getting out, grabbing your bag.

“Not exactly,” he smiled mischievously, approaching the metal fence ahead of you.

Billy looked over his shoulder once as he brought the metal keys to the gate door, unlocking it swiftly.

“Are we allowed to be doing this?” You asked but you could feel the adrenaline of doing something wrong filling your body.

“Nope!” He replied, “my boss owes me though. So it's all ours tonight.” His gaze was fixated on the lock and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. He had long flowing lashes, thicker than anyone you knew.

“You work here?” You asked impressed, “you’re a lifeguard?”

He turned and looked at you with a smirk that would make any girl faint, “you think I’d let a girl who doesn’t know how to swim in here on her own? No way.”

“I-I can swim!” You stutter, “just not well.”

You walked through the gate as he held it open, closing it behind him. He winked as you walked past, a quick ever so slight movement that would’ve been missed had you looked away. You caught it though, and savoured the way it waved through your entire body.

You walked to the edge of the poolside noticing how gorgeous it was with the orange sky reflecting off the waves. The day had been warm and sticky and you were glad to have some relief from the waves below.

You considered going to the change room but since your bathing suit was underneath your clothes you thought it better to tease Billy a little first.

So when he caught up with you you started unbuttoning your blouse, catching him in his tracks. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, running his tongue over his lips before you shook your head and wove your finger at him.

“Turn around,” you demanded with a sly expression.

He sighed, irritated.

He obliged though, “two can play at that game.”

He turned around, deftly undoing his belt letting it fall to the ground with a slight clang against the tiles. He took his jacket off next, sure to flex his muscles as he did.

You bit your lip forcing yourself to turn around, abandoning your blouse and skirt in a pile at your feet. You turned hoping he was finished but he wasn’t yet. He wore his bright orange lifeguard swim trunks, his jeans a puddle at his feet, and he was just lifting his white shirt over his head. The way it made his curls bounce made your heart catch in your throat.

He looked over his shoulder smiling innocently at you as he dropped his shirt to the ground. You struggled to keep your eyes level with his as he turned to face you. You gulped hard and deep, folding your arms trying to pretend it was no big deal and that he wasn’t the sexiest man you’ve ever seen.

“Well, darling,” he looked at you as if nothing else existed, “are you ready?”

He held out his hand and you took it gently, taking in his warm, rough touch. You couldn’t help it as you stole a glance over his body. He was beautiful.

“I think so,” your voice was more confident than your words as he led you down the pool steps.

Your body shuddered and you gasped at the sudden cool water around your ankles but you enjoyed it against the heat.

“When you’re ready,” he said more softly.

His change in demeanor was sudden but you knew it was genuine. You could feel his eyes watching you before you glanced over. The way he was looking at you surprised you, his expression was soft and caring as he watched your every movement with concern. To say he looked at you like he was inlove with you was an understatement. But that couldn’t be true, could it?

You didn’t let yourself think it over too much as you stepped down, this time the water made it to your knees. He held your hand strongly though, making sure you wouldn’t fall. The next step had the water rising to your chest and then you knew you were ready.

You were still only in the shallow end as you let your body submerge to your neck, Billy following suit.

“You haven’t swam before have you?” He asked.

“Define swim,” you said with wide eyes as you put your other hand out to grab his.

He chuckled and held both of your hands as you let your body relax under the cold. He pulled you along as you figured he would to teach a child but you didn’t feel patronized by it. The feeling of your body gliding along the water was soothing.

“Not so bad, yeah?” The corner of his lips twitched up in a smile.

“Okay, not so bad.” You admitted.

“Ready for the deep end?” He asked.

Your heart skipped a beat as you fluttered your eyes between his. There must’ve been a look of fear in your eyes because he quickly corrected himself.

“We’ll hold onto the edge here,” he guided you to the edge of the pool.

You couldn't help but admire the muscles in his arm as he rested against the side of the pool. You didn’t want to admit you missed the feeling of both of his hands in yours, but appreciated the one hand holding yours as he guided you past the shallow end.

Soon enough there was no longer the pool floor against you. The feeling of your feet not touching the bottom made your heart race but it was intoxicatingly surreal.

“So are you actually going to teach me how to swim? Or just hang here? Not that I’m complaining but if I slip off I’m a goner.” You laughed nervously.

“That’s the plan. Easiest style is doggy, my personal favourite,” he winked, making your cheeks turn red.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say breaststroke,” you rolled your eyes and he laughed.

“Well, that too. This one’s easier though. Just cup your hands and paddle like a dog would. Kick your feet like you’re riding a bicycle.” He instructed.

You practiced your leg kicks while your arms held the edge nervously. You were pleasantly surprised when the motion pushed you upward. Testing the hand motion with one arm, you realized perhaps it wasn't so hard after all. When you felt confident you let go of the edge completely.

Billy smiled wide at you as he rested both of his arms behind him on the pool edge. His eyes seemed to glimmer as he followed your movements.

“You’re a natural,” he commented.

“I don’t know about that,” you said slyly as you rejoined him at the pool's edge, more confidently now.

“Are you ready?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For what?” You asked with wide eyes.

“You’re going to swim to me.”

“Talk about throwing the student off in the deep end!” You laughed.

“Are you scared?” He asked, running his tongue over his lips.

You glanced down at the bottom of the pool as you rubbed your lips together before replying, “a little.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered as he moved one large hand to your waist.

His grip was strong and made you feel safe, rather than taking the opportunity to feel you up he wanted to make you feel secure above everything.

You nodded “okay but I have to swim to you, you’re not going to be there.”

“I’ll be there, watching. I’m a lifeguard, remember?” His smile was cocky and he deserved it, but you rolled your eyes anyways.

When his hand left your waist your body sighed, the water seemed much colder now. He swam to the line where the shallow side ended, standing there waiting for you. The water was up to his collarbone nearly, he held his hands above the surface beckoning you to come to him.

You plunged forward, sure to keep your head above the surface as you paddled your heart out. You closed your eyes in concentration as you swam forward, before you knew it you were met with two warm hands against your waist.

You let your legs relax as your feet touched the bottom of the pool, opening your eyes. You were face to face with him, merely inches away but you were too excited to be nervous.

“I did it!” You declared with a small laugh.

“You did it!” He repeated.

Your eyes darted between his icy blue ones, caught in a moment of pure bliss. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you knew it, you were moving closer to him. You were reunited in a kiss, warm and sweet that quickly turned heated from your adrenaline.

You found your tongue brushing against his lips, asking for permission he granted. High on victory, you wrapped your seemingly weightless legs around his waist, pulling your body against his. His hands quickly climbed up your thigh, feeling heavenly even through the water.

You gently ran your hands over his shoulders, down the muscles of his arms.

Your wet arms wrapped around his neck lovingly when suddenly you pull your face back, feeling your body rise above water level.

You watched the water drip over the muscles of his chest, cursing to yourself mentally that he was having an effect on you. You sighed feeling the heavy air weighing you down, even though you were still held up by his grip. The sky was already darkening and although the air was cold against your skin, his body heat warmed you.

“Let’s get outta here, shall we?” He offered.

“We shall.”

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Thanks so much everyone for reading, chapter 4 with smut will be released very soon!

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You & I (1/3)

Book: Open Heart, beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende-Ramsey) Word count: 950 Rating/ Warning: Teen

Premise: Her husband’s colleague seems a bit too interested in him. Dread sets in when they have to go on a work trip together.

Note: This is based on a really old anon who asked: “has anyone every come between Ethan and Lilac?”

The busy airport moved past them at an unrelenting pace. The clamorous mix of rushing passengers and unintelligible overhead announcements only made his nerves coil tightly. He hated people who were always tardy. Even more, he hated being made late by said people. For the countless time in twenty minutes, Ethan craned his neck over the crowd, his foot tapping impatiently against the linoleum floor.

Beside him, a soft laugh brought him back to the present.

“You don’t have to lift your neck to see over all these people, babe. You’re more than tall enough.” Gentle hands on his bicep beckoned him to look down at his wife’s glowing face. “They’ll be here any minute. Just relax.”

“I am relaxed,” he returned, convincing exactly no one.

Lilac gave him a knowing little smile, patting his arm. “There’s a Dunkin over there. I’ll go get you some tea. That’ll help.”

Ethan reeled back slightly in mock offense. In turn, it made her laugh heartily, the sound feeling like home to him.

“Fine. I’ll get you coffee if you promise to stop fidgeting.”

After a half-hearted promise to try, Lilac disappeared into the crowd. Ten minutes later, he spotted the familiar figure of Tobias Carrick. Even from a distance, Ethan could tell he was grinning broadly, as though being nearly late for a flight was the funniest thing in the world. Beside him was Doctor Heather Finnegan, a prestigious Oncologist at Mass Kenmore. Her ruby lips stretched into a smile at seeing Ethan and her pace quickened.

“Sorry we're late,” she said as a form of greeting. “We hit really bad traffic.

“I'm surprised you haven't pulled your hair out,” Tobias laughed, looking around for an available check-in kiosk. He was fortunate he found one a few feet away and missed the death glare Ethan threw his way.

“And what a shame that would be,” Doctor Finnegan muttered, moving her gaze up to Ethan's hair.

Frowning, he opened his mouth to express his confusion, but a pair of familiar hands fell on his forearm. Lilac had returned, to-go coffee cup in hand. She held it out to Ethan, along with a small paper bag.

“Coffee just how you like it. And since the TSA line looks like hell, I got you an apple fritter.”

Ethan smiled down at his wife. “You should've gotten one for yourself.”

“I did,” she grinned, holding up a second paper bag to show him.

Her excitement was so endearing that he leaned down to kiss the top of her forehead.

“Ah, shoot. I was going to treat everyone for breakfast once we got through security,” Dr. Finnegan said.

“You and Tobias can go ahead. I'll be okay with this.”

“Gotta be careful. You know what calories can do to a person.” Dr. Finnegan admonished in a lilting tone. A small smile remained as she looked from Lilac back to Ethan. “Plus, all that sugar is horrible for you.”

“The coffee's black. I'll live.”

She laughed, interrupted only by Tobias's distant shout. The young doctor excused herself and joined Tobias at the check-in kiosk. When they were finally alone, Ethan turned to face his wife, ready to tell her just how much he'd miss her.

The frown on Lilac's face, however, gave him pause.

“What's wrong?”

Lilac hesitated.

“Have you ever noticed Heather acts weird around me?”

“Weird how?”

She shrugged.

“I don't know,” Lilac sighed. “She rarely ever says hello to me directly and whenever I'm in the room, she gets serious.”

Ethan frowned but his wife barreled on before he could say anything.

“Normally, that'd be fine. I don't have to be friends with everyone, but there's other things.”

He scrunched his brows, urging any recollection of these instances.

“Take right now, for example,” Lilac pressed on, determined now. “She stiffened when I came back with your coffee. And when she said that thing about calories, her eyes moved to me. I could've sworn she looked down at my stomach.”

“You're pregnant.”

“Yes, but she doesn't know that. No one does yet. And even if she did know, that's completely inappropriate.”

Ethan nodded slowly, agreeing on that point.

“You think she dislikes you.”

Lilac nodded quite solemnly.

“What reason would she have for that? As far as I know, you two haven't interacted prior to my move to Mass Kenmore.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm sleeping with the man she's attracted to?”

Ethan blinked.

“You, Ethan. I mean you.”

“I gathered that.”

Simultaneously, their eyes moved to the blonde doctor currently laughing with Tobias. Ethan looked back at his wife, struggling to read the seemingly neutral expression on her face. He chose his words carefully.

“You might be reading too much into this.”

As he expected, Lilac tensed, taking a step back. Those alluring green eyes he loved so much rippled with surprise and betrayal.

“I’m not imagining things, if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s not what I meant but—”

“You know how saying ‘but’ contradicts everything that came before it.”

“Lilac.”

“Fine. I’m seeing things,” she returned, pressing her mouth into a thin line. “Forget I said anything.”

“Lilac, can we please—”

But his plea was cut short by Tobias’s enigmatic shout, informing him it was time to go. Ethan glanced up in time to see Tobias gesturing toward the TSA line. Heather stood quietly beside him, observing Ethan and Lilac with what appeared to be curiosity.

“I have to go.”

Ethan was reluctant to move, not wanting to leave her side. Lilac’s irritation had dwindled down to silent sadness and somehow, that was worse. Very gently, he leaned in to give her a quick kiss.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you,” she returned. “Have a safe trip.”

The three words that usually brought him so much comfort did little to appease the uneasy feeling in his gut.

Note: Part 2 is done and will be posted soon! Thank you so much for reading!

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seidenbros · 1 year

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Pancakes for Dinner

Requests are closed (unless you wanna wait forever) | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Summary: “And I started thinking about all the things I wanna do with you. Just… stupid little things like having pancakes for dinner, because we just feel like eating them and I know how much you love them.” Or the time that Steve thought he'd die in an airplane and went straight to Eddie once they landed safely to tell him all the things he'd kept to himself. Pairing: Steddie | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word count: 2456 Warning/Tags: heavy angst, airplane turbulence (Steve thinks they'll crash), fluff, love confessions, mutual pining, idiots in love, use of song lyrics, Canon divergence (everybody lives), post season 4 (let me know if I missed anything) A/N: I've had this idea for so long now, and then I stumbled upon the song "Pancakes for Dinner" by Lizzy McAlpine again and just had to write it. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💚 Read on AO3

“Ladies and gentleman, please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts. We’re approaching a-”

The voice was replaced by cracking sounds, followed by static. Steve didn’t hear anything anymore, when the aeroplane started to sink for a moment, when it jerked and the lights flickered. Everything around him was drowned out by the sudden ringing in his ears. His hands wrapped around the armrests, knuckles white from the sheer force he was gripping them with.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, closed his eyes to focus on… he didn’t know what, but something that would make him calm down a little bit. And all of a sudden, it was there. First, he heard Eddie’s voice in his head, then he saw that cheeky smile. His own lips twitched up slightly despite the situation he was currently in, but Eddie had that effect on him. Eddie made him happy and he’d never told him that.

“I’ll see you when you get back, big boy. Tell me how much you missed me then.” Steve could still hear Eddie’s voice in his head, the smirk he’d given him while his words had been more of a tease than anything, but they had stuck with Steve. Because he’d missed Eddie, had missed their constant banter, had missed the way they’d laughed together about the most ridiculous stuff. He’d simply missed being in Eddie’s presence.

That one night they’d spent under the stars, talking to each other about this and that, but also about their joint fears after surviving the Upside Down, that had changed something in Steve - or rather had made him more aware of his own feelings. More aware of the way his heart beat faster every time Eddie looked at him. More aware of the way his stomach flipped when he heard Eddie laugh especially after everything they’d been through. They understood each other without a word sometimes, knew what kinds of nightmares the other one had.

Steve knew exactly what he felt, what Eddie meant to him, but he was too scared to say anything. And now, if this plane crashed, he’d never get the chance to tell Eddie how much he loved that metalhead.

The plane jerked again, the screaming of other passengers pierced through the bubble Steve had created for himself, and he opened his eyes. The oxygen masks were falling down, dangling right in front of Steve’s face, but they were assured that there was no need for them. They were just experiencing terrible turbulence. Everything was under control.

“The fuck it is,” he mumbled to himself, squeezing his eyes shut again. Why had he taken that trip in the first place? Oh yeah, because of everything that had happened. Because he’d wanted to visit his grandma and make sure that she was alright. Out of everyone in his family, she was the one person he really cared about. It had been a wonderful time, but all that was forgotten right now, where he just thought about all the things he still wanted to do - with Eddie.

He wasn’t thinking about all the big things, going out to some big party, having fancy dinners, that wasn’t Eddie’s thing anyway. No, he thought about the little things, about the comfortable things like watching a TV show together, staying in bed all day when the weather was shit, just spending time together. He thought about holding Eddie’s hand in his, feeling the calloused fingertips move over his skin. He thought about listening to Eddie ramble on and on about his new campaign, listening to Eddie play his songs. The little things, the everyday stuff.

If he died on this plane, Eddie would never know how Steve felt about him, because he was far too scared to tell him.

Steve’s eyes flew open when the woman next to him grabbed his arm out of sheer panic. Instinctively, he covered her hand with his, gave it a squeeze to reassure her when the plane jerked again, shaking him in his seat.

If he made it out here alive, he would tell Eddie. He would make sure that Eddie knew just how much he’d missed him.

Steve kept his eyes closed, focused on the hand on his forearm, the hand of a complete stranger, but he imagined Eddie there. Imagined the kind deep brown eyes staring back at him, mocking him a little even. Telling him that “everything will be alright, big boy, don’t worry so much. We’ve been through worse, hm?” And he was right. They had been through worse, and the scars they both were wearing, were proof of just how much they’d been through. Thinking of Eddie, imagining him there by his side helped Steve more than he could ever put into words.

When the hand from his arm was lifted, Steve slowly pried his eye open. There was no more flickering of lights, no more jerking of the plane, and everyone around him had calmed down.

“We’re safe now,” the young woman next to him said quietly, the hint of a smile on her lips. “Thank you!”

“No problem,” Steve croaked out, clearing his throat as he looked around. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest, but everything else was calming down. Still, his mind remained with Eddie and he was dead set on driving straight to him after he landed.

As soon as the plane landed, Steve wanted to get out, get to his car and drive home. But home wasn’t his own place, it was Eddie’s trailer. The only problem was that everyone wanted to get out of here as fast as possible, so they nearly tripped over each other, and Steve stayed seated. It would take some time for their luggage to arrive anyway, and as much as he wanted to get out of this hell machine, he wanted to get out in one piece and not get crushed.

His whole body was still humming with adrenaline when he finally had his suitcase and loaded up his car. Once he was seated, he rolled the windows down and got going. If he wasted too much time, he would probably chicken out again and not say a damn thing to Eddie.

He was driving too fast, and every time he realised it, he slowed down a little, only to step on the gas again the next minute. By now, it was dark outside, and while he knew that it wasn’t exactly the time to go knocking on someone’s door, he knew that Eddie would still be up. Because he could never sleep before midnight, and even then, he sometimes had problems because of the nightmares. They were the same when it came to that.

Once in front of the trailer, Steve cut the engine. The lights in the trailer were still on, proving Steve right.

“Now or never!” he said to himself, before he pushed the door open and got out. Quick steps led him to the door of the trailer, and before he could even think about turning around, he was knocking.

“Just a second!” Eddie’s voice called from the inside, sending Steve’s poor heart stumbling already. How was he supposed to talk to Eddie when his voice already did this to him? Maybe the fact that he was still alive and hadn’t died in that plane like he’d been sure he would, had a little bit to do with that, but deep down he knew that it was mostly Eddie.

“Now, who disturbs my peaceful afternoon at this hour,” Eddie said while opening the door, the confident smile wavering when he saw just who was standing there. “Harrington? What… I mean, I told you to come to my door when you got home, but I didn’t think…” He trailed off. As much as his words had been playful, they’d also held some sort of longing, because Eddie had missed him, had missed Steve’s calm presence, the laughter that sometimes filled his trailer or the dark nights spent outside. In telling Steve to come by as soon as he came back to tell him how much Steve had missed him, he’d actually thought about himself telling Steve just that. That he’d missed having him around.

“I’m… Sorry that it’s so late, I would have been here sooner, but…” Steve waved his hand in the air, not really wanting to elaborate right now, since he just wanted to forget about that godforsaken plane.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, you know I’m still awake at this hour.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling out of the bun he’d put his hair in. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah just…” Steve shook his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, because he didn’t really know where to start. “But I need you to listen okay? You can ask questions when I’m done, but if you stop me or ask something in between, I might not get out what I want to say.”

“Okay. Wanna come in for that?”

“I’d rather stay right here.” In case he had to flee to his car and make a quick departure because he’d just made a complete fool of himself. Then, he really didn’t want to be inside the trailer. In addition, the cool night air helped him concentrate.

“Whatever you need, Stevie,” Eddie said with a soft smile, realising that this was definitely not easy for Steve. They’d been at a stage like this before, when Steve had needed time to start talking, so Eddie was patient. He was always patient when it came to Steve.

“Okay.” Steve took another deep breath, getting a little flustered by the way Eddie called him Stevie. It always hit differently when Eddie used this name.

“We - we got into turbulence on the plane and it was a mess. I tried to concentrate on something good, something calming to blend out everything else, and then - then there was your voice in my head.” Steve stole a quick glance at Eddie, but quickly returned to looking everywhere but Eddie. Eventually, he even started pacing the front porch while Eddie stayed in the doorframe, not moving an inch.

“You calmed me down, you grounded me, Eddie! And I thought of all the things I wanted to tell you - have been wanting to tell you, but never had the courage to, because - because I didn’t wanna ruin anything.”

His right hand flew up to his hair, his fingers raking through it, leaving it in complete disarray, but for once, Steve Harrington didn’t care about his hair. He only cared about Eddie and what he had to tell him.

“And I started thinking about all the things I wanna do with you. Just… stupid little things like having pancakes for dinner, because we just feel like eating them and I know how much you love them.”

Steve’s lips curled up into a tiny smile while he remembered the first time he’d made pancakes for Eddie, the moan that had left the Munson boy’s lips at the first taste.

“Or listening to you play the guitar and sing or hum along while I cook something for us or just lie next to you. I even wanna hear you ramble on and on about your campaigns even when I have no fuckin clue what you’re talking about.”

Eddie straightened a bit in the doorway, and Steve was scared that he would speak up now, tell him to leave, so he just kept on talking,

“I thought about how I wanna get all dressed up with you for some sort of party or whatever just to get undressed again and spend the evening just with you, tangled up in each other.”

Steve’s heart was racing now, because he was handing it over to Eddie on a silver platter, and he could either get it back sliced into tiny pieces or… or he could know it in safe hands, because Eddie felt the same way.

“I thought about what your lips would feel like on mine, and your hands in my hair, because… fuck Eddie I’m so in love with you, I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

Breathless, anxious, and nervous, Steve finally stopped in front of Eddie and looked at him. There was a moment of silence, before Eddie stepped forward and reached out his hand to do just what Steve had talked about: He buried his hand in Steve’s hair and pulled him towards his own body, to seal Steve’s lips with his.

Steve was shocked for a moment, but quickly relaxed into Eddie, his hands finding their place on Eddie’s chest, digging into the shirt he was wearing. When Eddie pulled back way too soon, Steve wanted to protest, because he didn’t want this moment to end, in case it was just a figment of his imagination.

“Guess that’s one thing you won’t have to wonder about anymore,” Eddie mumbled against Steve’s lips, making both of them chuckle.

“Mhh maybe I need another taste of that. To really burn that into my memory.”

“Oh, insatiable already?” Eddie pulled his hand from Steve’s hair and let it move down to Steve’s cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth while Steve leaned into that touch.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for… God I don’t know how long,” Steve admitted, dropping his hands to Eddie’s waist to keep him right where he was, as if he was fearing the other one would turn around and lock him outside.

“Should’ve done that sooner.” Eddie tilted Steve’s head up so that the other had to look him in the eye again. “‘Cause I’ve been too scared to tell you as well. Thought you’d never like me like that.”

“What?” Steve needed a moment to realise just what Eddie had said, before he burst out laughing. “We’re idiots. Both of us.”

“We are.” Eddie laughed right along with him for a moment, before both their laughter died down.

“But now that this is out of the way…” Eddie started, leaning in again so that he could kiss Steve. They both melted into the kiss, all soft and sweet until Eddie coaxed Steve’s lips open with his tongue, making the other moan into the kiss and dig his fingers into Eddie’s waist. They only parted when they were both breathless, lips swollen from the kiss.

“How about we make one of these things happen? Guess you haven’t had dinner yet, so how about some pancakes?” Eddie smiled at Steve, raking his fingers through the blonde hair.

“Yeah… Yeah, I would love that right now.” “And after that, we can maybe get to the getting undressed part.”

Yeah… yeah, Steve would love that as well.

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I could have loved you (you would not let me)

Author: @stardust_walker l Artist: @werew0rm Posting on Friday, November 17

When Chrissy Cunningham dies, Max's world falls into a spiral. It leaves her with more questions than answers and a new found need to know more about her past. Corroded Coffin has been broken up for over 20 years. Max knows the place she can get the answers she wants. Between the documentary about the band and her upcoming wedding, it might be easier than she thought. Until she meets Eddie Munson, the reclusive guitarist for the band who's hidden himself away for years and isn't as forthcoming as she hoped. Along with her father, Steve, he holds the answers she's been looking for. What could go wrong?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

There was no gate that led to Eddie Munson’s house; just the too long driveway that wound up off the main road and led to a big old looking house. Eddie was already outside waiting for them when they pulled up. Lucas couldn’t help but think that Eddie looked exactly how he’d expected Steve to look when they’d first met.

Eddie had been handsome when he was younger. The old footage that Max had shown him of performances had been proof enough; with his long curly hair that swung around as he thrashed around on stage and the bright smiles he would flash to the crowd or in interviews, even a blind person could see it. Eddie was a heartthrob in the wrong business.

Now, he just looked tired. Like life had dragged him along down his own driveway for too long. “You guys are actually on time,” Eddie called out as Lucas opened the driver’s side door. “Half the time, people can’t find the place. Or they don’t show up at all.” He stepped off the porch and reached out to shake Lucas’ hand.

“Well, being on time is apparently important to professionalism. Or something,” Lucas made a mental note that Eddie was stronger than he looked as he released his hand and moved around to the trunk. His eyes lingered on the cane that Eddie had gripped in his left hand before he started to unload his gear.

“So…are you Max then?”

Lucas quirked an eyebrow as Max let out a snort of laughter. The red-head pushed the passenger side door open and eased herself to her feet. “He wishes,” Max joked. Lucas rolled his eyes fondly as he slung the backpack onto his shoulder. “I’m Max. He’s just Lucas. You guys talked on the phone.”

“Oh,” Eddie surveyed her with a curious look. “See that makes sense.” He grinned as he reached out to shake Max’s hand. She took it and tried to look collected even as her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.

Appearances proved to be deceiving as they got the tour of Eddie’s house. It was definitely smaller than almost everyone else’s, except for maybe Robin’s house. The only other person who lived there was his uncle and he was out of town on a fishing trip or something. “One of life’s simple pleasures or whatever the fuck he likes to call it. It changes,” Eddie explained as they walked past a closed bedroom door.

The thin hallway that led from the living room to the kitchen drew Max’s interest. Eddie may not play as many concerts as he did before, but it was obvious that he missed it. The walls were plastered with different items: from concert tickets to flyers to candid pictures. Corroded Coffin was everywhere. “Max,” Lucas whispered. Her gaze shifted over and she stepped closer to get a better look at the picture that Lucas was focused on. It was Eddie and Steve with Chrissy sandwiched between them. They all had big smiles on their faces in the picture. They looked so young and innocent in their own way even though Max knew better by now. It felt like a punch in the stomach when she noticed it in the picture. Chrissy was looking right at the camera. But the other two? Steve had his head turned slightly, almost like he was telling Eddie something when the picture was being taken and the smile on Eddie’s face was…different.

“I miss her sometimes,” Max cleared her throat as she tried to play it off.

“I miss her all the time,” Eddie answered. Lucas looked over his shoulder to see Eddie. The man looked tired as he bore some of his weight on the black cane that he had gripped in his left hand. He sighed as he leaned back against the doorway leading into the kitchen. “I’m sure we’ll talk loads about it. I remember that day…really well actually. But let’s eat first.”

They settled for doing the interview in the sunroom. Eddie’s backyard was bright, filled with different flowers and blossoming trees. It was nothing compared to the garden that Steve meticulously cared for but it still showed something that Max suspected. They both enjoyed caring for things. They did a shit job of caring for themselves but the way that the plants and Max herself had flourished proved that they both cared deeply. Maybe too much.

“So can you tell us what it was like?” Lucas started them off like he had mercifully done when they had interviewed Steve and Robin.

“What what was like,” Eddie tilted his head.

“What being in one of the biggest bands in the world was like,” Lucas elaborated.

Eddie let out a snort of laughter. “Hard to believe that people still think that after everything that happened.”

“Well they do,” Max interjected. I do, was left unspoken because there was too much baggage that came with that right now. Eddie’s gaze turned to her. It was like she could feel him staring right through her. Right into her soul with his big stupid puppy dog eyes. “I have some friends back home that almost shit themselves when we told them we were going to talk to THE Eddie Munson.”

Lucas nodded his head enthusiastically. It wasn’t exactly a lie either. Max had called their friends when they’d landed to make sure that Mike hadn’t stowed away in their luggage.

“You guys must know that flattery works on me,” Eddie smiled, a real smile. The dimples in his cheeks would definitely make a sucker out of someone like Steve Harrington back in the day. “I wouldn’t know where to start.” It was probably the first honest answer he’d given them all day.

“From the beginning.” Max leaned back in her chair, eyes locked on the older man sitting across from them.

Read more on November 17!

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rinnysega · 1 year

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Wishing @thebiggestnope the happiest of birthdays from Ilona and me!!! 🎂

You’re one of the first Encanto friends I met in person, and getting to know you as both a person and a writer has been a very enriching experience! Thank you for all our deep conversations, how we learn new things together in writing and roleplays, and thank you for all you do for me and our little community! And thank you for the blessed angsty, smutty and romantic content between our OCs 💕

Here’s a birthday one-shot for you from me 🥰 Happy Birthday my friend!!!! 🥳

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Pepa was sad about something that morning - borderline hysterical considering the weather conditions.

The rain was coming in sideways. Misty, translucent sheets poured seemingly out of nowhere as Ozzy held the bag of groceries underneath his ruana. He, like the others caught off guard in the marketplace that morning, ran for shelter wherever they could to escape it. Under awnings, struggling with umbrellas, dipping into homes closeby, or packing inside the public buildings of the square like cattle.

But Ozzy didn’t have time to waste in waiting for the rain to stop, and he had no interest squeezing shoulder to shoulder with his neighbors for the next few hours. He had to get back home where Gustavo was waiting.

As he ran through the puddles, coming in and out of alleys, trying not to trip or slip on the cobblestones, his mind was racing and at war with itself with dueling thoughts. Those of needing to get home soon, to be warm and comfortable to wait out the storm, and those of the last time he ran like this through the rain…

He and Nairo had a fight that day. The details of it he long since buried in the recesses of his memory, piled under the traumas suffered in the violence and destruction of his home when he was forced to flee his old village. But here in the encanto, as he raced through the flooding streets, he couldn’t help but remember those emotions he felt that particular day. That day with Nairo. The sadness and the anger he felt at himself for being sad. The dull pain once dormant now numbing him up as that voice of his past came into clarity.

“You’re being a lot right now.”

He remembered the tone. That low whisper into his ear with a tight grip on his wrist.

The rain was coming down outside when he and Nairo were stuck in the train station. The train was delayed...oh yes, it was coming back to him now. The anxiety of missing their train when they arrived late. The anxiety that they found out it was delayed with the weather, and the station filling up with people - both passengers and locals trying to escape the downpour. The man who kept eyeing Ozzy’s suitcase as if wanting to steal it. The overcrowded ticket booth and screaming children that made him want to scream too.

Please watch my bag, he had tried to ask Nairo. He just wanted to get away for a moment - to go to the bathroom or maybe outside with the smokers beneath an awning, anything! But Nairo only ignored him as he continued to be in his own world reading the newspaper.

Please, mi amor, I need to breathe, he tried to tell him. Not outright though, no, in small physical movements. Shifting uncomfortably on the bench as if needing to use the restroom to catch his eye. Coughing into his hand as if he needed to be excused. Slight nudges on his lover’s arm - anything! Hello! But Nairo only ignored him until finally his beating heart couldn’t take it. He tried to whisper needing to leave, but Nairo only side-eyed him, stressed himself and not wanting to add to his own stressors with Ozzy’s problems.

It turned into a fight beneath their breaths, exchanges of words and stutters on Ozzy’s end, ending in that one tight grip and those six little words that sent Ozzy over the edge.

He didn’t run anywhere in the rain except in a circle. Two laps around the building and then right back into the station lobby as the train arrived and Nairo looked at his soaking wet companion as if embarrassed instead of worried.

The whole six hour ride, the silence between them felt as cold as Ozzy’s feet, out of their shoes to dry...

Encanto seemed far beyond such a place of loneliness, even as he ran down the familiar street toward that white house with the red door. The home of the ugliest rose garden in all of encanto. The home of Gustavo Pinheiro. His home now as their dating days began to stretch well into a year and Ozzy’s belongings began to blend in with Gustavo’s like the paints of his palette.

When he arrived at that special place, Roto the cat was curled up inside the window sill and watching him as he came in. Ozzy set the groceries on the counter and removed his wet clothing and shoes by the door. By the time he could catch his breath, he realized what a weight was inside his throat from the memories that followed him home, and without warning, he sobbed.

“Oz?”

From out of the warmth of the reading room where a fresh fire had been started, came the click of a cane on the tile and rugs of the home as Gustavo came to greet him.

“Ozzy, are you okay?” Gustavo approached him and balanced against the counter to help him remove his wet clothing.

“Yeah, I...I think I might have twisted my ankle a little on a stone when I was running.”

“Oh no.” Gustavo placed a dry towel around his head and neck and pressed in gently to soak up the droplets of his skin. He held that position for a moment before wiping away his tears with his thumb. With a smile of reassurance, he gave him a kiss upon his lip that it would all be well now. No need to worry.

“Come with me. I just started a fire you can warm up by.”

“Thank you, amor…”

Ozzy followed his lead, taking careful steps behind him as Gustavo took his seat on his rocking chair - plush for his comfort with a leg rest gifted to him by one of Gustavo’s many neighborhood sobrinos.

Ozzy meanwhile passed over his own chair, one gifted to him by Teo on his first birthday in the encanto, and opted to lie on the floor by the fireplace instead.

“You look like Roto from down here,” Gustavo said in an attempt to cheer him up.

“That’s fine by me…”

Gustavo’s face faltered a little...He must be so hurt with that ankle…

But with his bad leg, Gustavo was unable to join him on the floor like that, so for now, he could only keep him company in the silence between them as he prayed for him and continued his work. The elder man picked up the knitting project he was working on and began to knit again. His chair creaked as it rocked, and Ozzy curled into himself, staring at the fire.

The creaking of that rocking chair subsided as Ozzy drifted in and out of thought. A curse of his mind, he seemed to fixate on painful experiences whenever they reared their ugly heads by the most innocent of things. How something as life-giving as rain could trigger such a memory that left him feeling so lifeless. Like the body he tried so hard to maintain for that man’s pleasure was nothing but a showpiece not to use but to look at whenever the mood struck…

But like the rain that swelled the rivers, he had to go with the flow until the storm passed. Breathe in and breathe out. Feel and then release. Like the ebb and flow of that rocking chair now muted as he meditated on the floor. Nairo existed only in his heart as a dull reminder that he wasn’t worth outside what he tried so hard to be for him on the inside...what a joke that’s where he existed now. In the same space he’d taken for granted those many years ago...

But as those ebbs and flows came with that river of emotion, lightning struck outside with a roll of thunder, and by an act of God, Ozzy was lifted from that water by the soft creaking of the rocking chair again.

Gustavo was still there. He was still behind him.Out of sight and mind in the moment, but ever-present as the fire cracked the log and sent a spark into the smoke.

“I’m sorry,” Ozzy said after a while of silence. “I’m sorry if I’m being too much right now.”

“You’re not being anything less or anything more but being my Oswaldo,” Gustavo told him. He looked up from his project and down at the man on the floor with a saddened look of empathy. He’d been in that position many times before, and while the faces and details may be different between them, those emotions were the same. He could feel them through the air as familiar as Pepa’s rain that used to wash over him too when he sat outside to feel something in his own mourning, those many years ago...

“Don’t apologize for any of it,” he said to him. “Okay?”

Ozzy rolled over and looked at him, and he took a moment to register the way he smiled at him as soon as he saw his face...

Gustavo. So loving of a man, and one so understanding of his needs…

“Thank you,” Ozzy said to him.

Gustavo kissed the tip of his finger and tapped it to the side of his own nose - a small display he did to Ozzy to show his affection whenever they were physically apart.

That small notion warmed him up more than the fire, and Ozzy didn’t last long before he pulled himself up from his past and cozied up in his chair beside his. Wrapped in a blanket, he leaned forward, and Gustavo kissed the side of his head as he continued to knit.

Ozzy soon fell asleep over the crackling fire and small clinks of his knitting needles.

A sweet sound to lull him as he let himself flow down a river that calmed into a tranquil place of being. A tranquil place of the present where he was loved, and he knew he would be safe from the storm.

#rinny drabbles #Arcilla AU #gus x ozzy #gustavo oc #ozzy oc #thebiggestnope #ilonacho #iloart

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panopticon-entertainment · 6 months

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The Mile Man

Mile ∞ tells the story of an old woman, Eve, who cares for the freeway exit/entrance at the end of the world. From her daily routine to a gift from a god, Eve tells of the pieces of ∞ that led her to greatest accomplishment. The story is told in four parts: “The End of the World is a Freeway Exit.”, “The Last Rest Stop on Earth.”, “The Mile Man.”, and “I Am.”

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“I have adored the Mile Man. He, though not my employer, was my supervisor. My delicacy. I asked him if I may grow the garden; he brought me seed and tools. When I paved the way for his Caravan, he always smiled to me.

Many years ago, in my garden, I installed a microphone. I often speak with the fleeing Travelers and loitering Jumpers, but my memory has slowed and dulled with the wrinkling of my skin—I needed aid to remember. I added transcribing to my nightly routine. It was not very long after the garden’s installation.

The Mile Man had the hardest job; he did so well. He transported so many who kicked and screamed against the beauty of the infinite exit. I hope he knows he was appreciated.

A couple years ago, I planted cameras in my garden too. I added watching to my Saturday routine. I have been much happier avoiding the city. Instead, I look at the pictures on my wall.

The Mile Man worked this interstate forever. He always knew what the Beyond had in store. I wondered, worried, which journey down I-∞ would be his last. I watched the horizon anxious for his Caravan. He always came back. I never suspected his last trip would be a return visit.

∞ learned that the Mile Man had not been emptying certain seats on his Caravan. The Mile Man had been amassing followers: worshippers. Travelers who had a love for the End, or an unsatisfied finale, or a seed of evil.

Why did he not ask me?

Everything changed—my love, my devotion, the structure of the End of the World—when ∞ came in Heavenly Father’s Chariot.

The garden needed tending: I tended it. I did not always catch the Caravan on the horizon, and the Mile Man, and his empty vehicle, waited on the bridge I build.

The road was laid half; the Mile Man pulled in. I felt jealous; someone sat in his passenger seat. I only noticed the death of the engine as the Chariot halted itself behind the Caravan on. My gawking alerted the Mile Man.

I could not help but stare for ∞ is breathtaking. ∞ is the most gorgeous creation of the Beyond. I could not have known the word beautiful before I met ∞. I felt I needed to bow so where I stood, I did. Her eyes are large; her iris and pupil are one: solid blue. Her sleek black hair is pulled tight to her scalp by a cloud. Studded infinity signs pierce her ears and along her lacrimal are tattoos of the same sign. Her lips plump and painted, or maybe naturally, blue. Her eyelids and cheeks sparkled; radiated. Her shirt: a heart shape of sparkly blue that revealed her ribs and back. Perfectly shaped; perfectly muscular. Perfect. Impossible to describe. Her wrists adorned with bracelets. The back of her hoop skirt made of clouds. The front was only the wooden cage revealing her shirt a leotard. Blue ballet slipper laced to her knee. Her visible thighs tattooed. A snake curled around one; the Mile ∞ sign on the other. I think I ramble, but I want to record all of her. There are not enough words to describe her in a moment of emotion. To see her smile… oh my…

The Mile Man exited his vehicle with a cordial bow, an arm across his torso. He, a man who I admired, was nothing compared to her. He approached her as an equal. Her arms were crossed.

“Good day, ∞. Do the roses bloom today?”

“Oh, my most loyal, must you make me cross this bridge?”

“You yourself made Forever temporary. Neither expected eternity for me to be on I-∞.”

∞ slid open the Caravan door. Inside sat three creatures more color than person.

“This is not progression. They are revolting.”

“Do not be so harsh; they were once your children.”

“I did not give you your gift to be used for Tragedy.”

The Mile Man grabbed her hands and forced her to face him up and close, ““Listen! You cannot expect me to walk among gods and not fester with ambition!”

He pushed her feet a few steps and her against the Caravan’s walls. I wanted to see what they could do to each other. I ached to see how her perfect physicality and his gorgeous hands could work against each other what pent up passions they held. I ache to know how prior touches had been received.

“What gods do you walk among? Surely, not me.”

“I know that we are more.”

“Patience would give you more. Forever progressed.”

“Forever is a babysitter.”

∞ pushed him away. “and you will be Nothing! Return down the beyond.”

“You shan’t make me,” The Mile Man returned to the van. He removed a trinket; he commanded his worshippers, “They are barely corporeal, and, soon, I will fall the same. Goodbye, ∞.”

“Enjoy what you have theifed from me.”

“Oh, I will, my Heavenly Mother.”

“I do hate when you call me so. We are equals. We always had been.”

“And now?”

“Now it is not so.”

“So, you are everything, and I am Nothing?”

He kissed her. She cut her hand.

“From now on, that is all you will ever be,” She smeared her blood across his face.

On foot, Nothing and his Worshippers walked into the world.

I wonder what is to come.

As ∞ watched his departure stolid and cross, I looked to my garden. I had considered it beautiful, but even the most beautiful rose could not come close to her.

I picked the most appealing fruit I could find, a pear, and as she felt her loss, I proffered it to her.

I gave her my condolences and offered her respite.

She must have been very overcome by the Mile Man’s departure for her offered smile was small.

She said, “Thank you, gentle caretaker. I regret what you just witnessed.”

The kindest creature ate of my fruit. I stared after her chariot with the core in my palm. The seeds of it I planted.

So fair a creature aware of me! So perfect a person smiled at me. I barely folded the road before my time to leave. I hope the pear tree takes. An eternity of her gratitude in my garden!

I have combed the footage, slowed it, sped it, cherished it. I cannot unsee her. I have missed the passing Mimes tonight.

What if ∞ chose me?”

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meanwhileinstasiville · 1 year

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People would hang out with me even if they *weren’t* hostages

Versus “people would be sailors even if they *weren’t* shanghaied”.

I think this has some significance to the problem.

As I was talking through the framework for a brief for a *very expensive lawsuit* last night, on a dark mountain road, I began to wonder at what point impugning constitutional rights beginning with the 1st, can “catch up” with Very Powerful Corporations. Who own company towns. It seems a non-trivial.

It was implied on the way here, that I could be again and *was* spotlighted by Majestic spotlights last night. Coincidental because I’d already been spotlighted sleeping in the woods by body armor wearing BMXers in wee hours of the morning. I think maybe that’s not a good idea to continue doing that sort of thing. Corporate sponsored stuff, it isn’t, but *it is* related to the larger problem of persecution. I say that, because it was a to no one in particular talk as I’m an auditory person. And the sequence that followed from the spotlighting (by a lee expy, I might add) was, I guess supposed to “soften me up” for a religious necklace hanging from a mirror, coincidentally between me and the female passenger of a car getting off I-5. So it is tangentially related to the bigger problem; it’s easy to find a stick to beat a dog, and as easy to pay people to not be a persecuted person. This is not proselytizing.

Chicago seems particularly concerned with me having or doing anything of note. A “crazy neighbor” of my mom’s was taking down considerable city wages from the park department, despite crippling diagnosed OCD, and also, a party college econometrics degree not particularly relevant to the nature of the work. While living in his truck, and hoarding in OCD style. A part of me believes that he either graduated with, or was considered instrumental to the graduation of, my former boss’s (grocery business and not city business) son. Curious because what say could an economics grad from a party college have in city hall internal hiring decisions? I could go on to say, “if he could do that, then *anyone* could!” except that would ignore the reality of so-called “little Chicago. And it looks exactly like what it is. Ashland parks even has a transplant guy who walks no more than 10-15 feet from his “go kart” to do minimal exertion work, weighing about 300lbs or so. Quintessential little chicago.

As I walked in, and after the “spotlighting” call back of sorts, lee (of lake wobegon having tales) downstairs was asking where a “ryan” expy was going to sleep tonight, after the shelter he was staying in last night, and at the *exact* moment I passed through the door into the building. Of course, there’s lee by name and lee by expy appearance waiting upstairs at the printer. All these things are deterministic, and I can step back through them going back years and years.

Edit: I estimate getting murdered for my trouble, seeing as all of this factors into the larger “puzzle” of litigation because everyone wants free money. Chicago has been beefing with one side of my family since the 1960s; they don’t want me to have a beating heart. All the others, including the proselytizing attempts, are shots at “getting paid to not be me” which is not new. What they would call the “reward of a job well done” in lieu of “non-fungible” tokens like health or wealth or even dental care. Rife with prejudice unable to properly disguise itself, you might say, behind the “well wishing”.

Edit edit: I get a kick out of it, because as I had blogged about my sociopathic old man (”We have to go on a road trip because Disney made a movie!?!” “I think maybe they have too much authority, these days” first quote mine), he scared my aunt so bad that she kept a hammer just inside every doorway and smoked in bathrooms only small enough for one person to sit (and with a hammer next to the sink, too). “I’m telling!!!” she said when they were kids. “I have to let you go for you to do that...” my dad replied. She feared him for the rest of her life, and with good reason, because he meant that too.

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touring-europe2022 · 2 years

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Well.. to say the start to my trip was easy going would be a bold face lie. To start, my carry on, which I measured (British Air) was told had to be checked 10 minutes before boarding because it was too big. I was so flustered and had to try and pack what I could into my book bag, with the fear I won’t see my bag again. I realized I forgot my jacket, so I bought a hoodie in Cleveland real quick. I board Cleveland with prayer and anxiety. It was 45 mins late. I was to take off in New York at 930pm. I arrived in NY at 8:30. Get off and attempt to go to my boarding gate (10). No one was there and it seemed off. I asked the person who had walked over to the gate 10 desk if I was in the right spot. I said my phone says gate 10. She said London was 4 to her knowledge. I showed her my phone, she agreed and told me to listen to the speaker for a gate change. I run to the restroom and fill my water bottle thinking I was there. When I got back, a couple other ppl sat… but weren’t going to London. No one in sight to ask I went and found someone at another gate. The man looked at my boarding pass for about 4mins until he realized I was in the wrong terminal. Which I had to take a air train too. It was a freakin maze! It’s 8:55 at this time and I knew I should be boarding. Finally, I find the air train. Waited for it and got to terminal 8 9:10 at this time. I’m almost in tears and running!! Here I had to go outside and into a different building AND THROUGH SECURITY AGAIN. The lady told me to run up and ask to get through. I did. Again panicked and freaking out. Ppl are staring at me because I’m “that person” late and irresponsible. I start to put my stuff on the baggage check. That woman was so so unkind mad I had water in my bottle. Completely unaware I had to go through security and told me I was going to take up 10 mins. I dump it out. Still had a ways to make it to the X-ray check. Meanwhile, I hear my name get called in the airport that I was the last passenger to board And then the woman looks at me so serious, “next time you should try and be on time!” I lost it and broke down. Crying now security is taking forever as the belt only moves so fast. I through tears enlightened her that I cannot speed up a connecting flight. Finally, go through the scan, get through and waiting on my bag. Looking at it so far away. I see the security person on this side watching me for about 3 minutes freaking out and tells me I am okay. Ask when I leave and said I had 12 mins. As she’s having me take deep breaths to calm down, they airline called me. Thank goodness for my iwatch since my phone was I the X-ray machine. I was about to tell them I was just waiting for my bag at security. He kindly told me it was okay and they were waiting for me. 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️. The lady is stilll talking to me and explaining where to go. I made it! All the flight attendants were so kind. My seat was in the middle of two hefty men. I was dripping in sweat as I got a cardio workout in. When they brought drinks and pretzels, I confirmed there was dinner as it’s now been 9 hours since I ate and my heart rate calmed to realize I’m starving.. Bless his heart he also told me there were plenty of open seats and any of us were welcome to move for more space. I said I would gladly leave this middle seat. I found one with an isle seat on the other side of the plane with a 25 year old girl from London with a great accent and no middle person. I thought she wasn’t the social type at first but spent and hour chatting with her. Oh what a relief! I can actually move and breathe.

Dinner came: BBQ chicken with quinoa, Orzo salad, Bread roll/ butter, piece of cheese, and a chocolate moose. I was so hungry I feel like I filled up fast but I’m not ready to give up my tray. Fun fact, wine is free!!! If only I was in the mood and mindset to drink. I’m scared I’ll get a migraine from stress. It’s currently midnight (Our time). Once I eat I’m going to attempt to sleep. I wanted to watch a movie but chatted instead.

The girl beside me gave me hope about getting my luggage. She travels a lot for work. She said she found it was strange Americans don’t like casual afternoon drinks. 😂😂, and if they do, how do they only like two. Something tells me I could never keep up with her!! Her job pays for it so she was even more confused, which I get.

I put my hoodie on. When they said Medium, they meant XL 😂. But it’s comfy and warm.

You’re caught up for now!

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offbranddrpepsi · 2 years

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Beloved

Pairing: Chamber X Fem!Reader

Status: Oneshot

Ao3 link: here

Rating: SFW, Fluff Length: 2,230 words

Request: Could you perhaps do a chamber x wife reader wherein Chamber hasn't seen his wife in a few months due to his spot in Valorant. So reader decides to come visit him. Just a bunch of Fluff basically, it'd also be funny to see the other agents reaction to Learning Chamber was married ^^

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You slaved away in the kitchen, making a meal for one as you had been for the past several months. Your husband had been away for a while on some business trip. What exactly he was doing he didn’t tell you, saying he couldn’t without his supervisors approval. It frustrated you how often he was leaving lately, but when you had married the weapon designer you knew exactly what you were signing up for so you couldn’t complain much. Vicent told you as much as he could when it came to work and you appreciated that. You were told more than most given you were the person who held his unwavering trust, but he did still keep things from you. His current side job was one of those things he rarely talked about and you knew near nothing of. You figured it had to have been some PMC or mercenary work, something far too dangerous for you to even want to be involved in. Your safety was his number one priority so it only made sense he would keep something dangerous on the down low, probably trying to not worry you about his safety as well. Just as your food finished, a sad meal of premade soup, you heard the front door open. Bouncing with excitement you rushed to peak your head around the corner, hoping to see your much awaited husband. There he stood looking worn out and disheveled, even an absolute mess the sight of him made your heart swell. “Chérie, (darling)” He called out, obviously not seeing you from behind the corner. “Je suis à la maison (I’m home.)” Rushing out you wrapped your arms around his midsection, burying your face in his chest. With a small laugh he placed his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. He was reeked of sweat and his suit sported several tears, whatever he had been doing really put him through the ringer. Looking up you were met with a soft but exhausted kiss, his eyes looking absolutely drained of life. “Are you alright? You look awful,” You went to take his bag as you usually did but he stopped you, putting a hand up. “I will be fine, do you happen to have a suitcase ready?” He spoke as softly as he normally did with you, keeping his composure despite obvious dismay. “Um I can in fifteen minutes, why?” Normally when he returned you spent the following days together, making up for the lost time it was strange to go on a trip. Maybe he wanted a vacation from everything after a rough job? “There is a situation so for the time being I do not want you leaving my side,” Shuffling you to your bed room he helped you pack a quick go bag, continuing to explain as he did so. “I have gotten permission to bring you to meet my coworkers and stay at their facility until everything is resolved.” Quickly packing you nodded along, mildly excited at meeting the people who stole him away so often but a bit anxious given how serious everything seemed. As you finished up your packing you found Vincent already putting his shoes on about to leave, a frown covering your face. “You will be picked up tomorrow, I apologize but I'm needed urgently.” Coming to give him a hug you pouted but knew it wouldn’t be long before you saw him again. “je t'aime tellement (i love you so much)” He spoke against your lips as he kissed you deeply, you returning the sentiment. He ducked out and you went to finish your now cold soup before hurrying to bed so you were ready in the morning. The next morning you were met by a car that took you to a landing pad, a military grade vulture waiting for you. The ride was fast and you were the vehicle's only passenger, making the ride still a tad lonely. Arriving at some sort of island you were ushered inside and left to your own devices, taking in the high tech building with awe. There was a tap on your shoulder that caused you to turn, a woman with white hair looking at you confused, “Um, who are you? Are you lost or something?” She sounded young and was very expressive as she spoke, her confusion only being more evident. You remember Vincent mentioning that, should you ever have to talk to his coworkers, you should use his alias rather than actual name. “I’m (Y/N), I’m Chamber’s wife? I was told I was expected here?” Her face turned to one of shock then excitement as she bounced into the air, clearly showing she was a radiant. “You’re kidding me, Mr. Fancy pants has a wife?!” She said with glee. “I’ve got to tell Neon she won’t believe this, wait I should show her, are you okay meeting a few people? We all work with your husband so it should be fine!” “Um, okay?” with that she grabbed your hand and zipped you off to a common area where many more people sat playing a video game. Some of them waved hellos at her, you learning her name was Jett, while everyone else just kind of looked at you with confusion. “Jett what ya got there? New recruit?” A taller man with a blue streak through his hair approached you, eyeing you intensely. “She looks weak, she a radiant?”

“I’m (Y/N) and no i'm not a radiant,” You spoke for yourself, being annoyed at being called weak as well as treated like you weren’t there. “I’m actually looking for whoever’s in charge, i was told i was expected and right now it’s looking like i wasn’t”

“I can go get Sage, Brim’s out on another mission.” A darker skinned woman stood and stretched, adjusting the hat on her head as she walked towards you. “Who are you anyways, like past your name and stuff.” “She’s Chamber’s wife!” Jett excitedly exclaimed in an almost shout. The room grew silent as all their eyes turned to you, equal looks of shock and surprise painting their faces. The next twenty minutes were spent verifying that yes you were in fact married to the Frenchman, confirming you weren’t a spy, and going around hearing the disbelief that Vincent could keep down anyone let alone a wife. It was a bit amusing how they all reacted to this new knowledge, it seemed your husband told everyone else next to nothing when it came to his personal life. “I didn’t even know he was capable of being not obnoxious,” spoke the blue haired woman you’d come to know as Neon. “ it ruins his whole image knowing he managed to get someone to marry him.” “Oh he didn’t get me to marry him,” You corrected. “I proposed to him, he’s too picky to pick out a ring or date so I just decided I would ask him instead of waiting forever.” The room seemed to break out in shared amusement, starting to ask you questions about your engagement and wedding. How you proposed wasn’t flashy and was exactly the opposite of how your husband would have done it. You managed to pull him along to the park where you’d met, him complaining about your dinner reservations despite you making sure there was ample time between the two events. Distracting him by jogging his memory of your first meeting, which was less than glamorous as he literally fell over you while you were sketching ducks, you got the simple gold and black ring out. To say he was surprised was an under-statement. He called and canceled your reservations then decided to just spend time with you there in the park, both a smile and a dusting of pink never leaving his face. He had later informed you how impressed he was you managed to keep the whole thing a secret from him while also being amused you beat him to the punch. Your wedding was as low key as your engagement as you had convinced Vincent you didn’t want something lavish or expensive, all you wanted was him and the moment. The man was incredibly sentimental, at least when it came to you, so he allowed it with the promise you’d let him at least design the event. It was funny watching him wedding plan and getting everything together but he did make the day memorable and special without a hint of the flashiness he was known for. The girls were in a mix of awe and disbelief as you retold everything, being sure to leave out any personal details such as locations or dates. The guys however were mostly attentive but few held any expressions the girls did, one of the only ones being Phoenix. “That is, that’s really romantic. It’s a shock Chamber could do something like that,” Phoenix sounded soft and sweet, the boy probably enjoying this sort of thing. “It’s a shock I could what?” The voice of your husband called out from the doorway, interjecting himself in the conversation. He placed an arm around you as you sat on a stool, giving you a small smile before he turned back to everyone else. “Have a heart, get married, date someone, plan a wedding; ya’ know normal things.” Neon spoke up sarcastically to which you felt your husband stiffen. Suppressing a laugh at his annoyed facial expression you stood, his arm finding your waist. “Um, shouldn't we be heading over to meet um, Brimstone and Sage right?” You looked as Jett who sat perched on a counter, her giving you a nod that you had gotten their names correct. Vincent pulled you along out of the room, you waving at the group as you left. His grip on your waist tightened as you approached an office, him turning to speak to you before you entered. “They treated you well I'm assuming?” He sounded still annoyed but concerned. “Yes, they were all really nice! It’s good to know you keep up the whole stuffy fancy guy face at work,” You let yourself laugh which only caused his annoyed expression to grow worse. Rolling his eyes he opened the office door for you, letting you step in before him as he always did. Inside the room were two women and a man, all of them looking vastly different. “Chamber is this her?” A woman with long black hair spoke, her voice soft and pleasant. “She’s lovely, I hope the other agents didn’t give her too much trouble.” “From what she says they were more than pleasant company,” Vincent spoke before motioning a hand to you. “(Y/N) this is Sage, Viper, and Brimstone. This is my wife (Y/N), I am glad I was able to formally introduce you all despite the less than ideal circumstances.” “It’s nice to meet you,” the other woman, who you now knew was Viper, came forward and shook your hand. “I’m Viper, one of the founders of this organization. I will admit I was surprised when I heard that Chamber had a wife so it's good to know he wasn’t lying about that.” You snorted after shaking her hand, covering your mouth to muffle your laugh. It was hilarious the image they had of him and how open everyone was with voicing it, you taking note of each comment to pick on Vincent later. “I'm Brim, It’s nice to meet you and I hope you enjoy your time here. If anyone gives you trouble let me know and I'll handle it.” The man spoke, sounding relaxed but a bit bored. “We can get you introduced to Cypher in a bit, he’s the one who suggested this arrangement.” You’d heard that name before from your husband, the broker was on somewhat tense terms with him so it was odd to learn he advocated for you to say the least. Being escorted out and away to a room to set your things you decided to ask Vincent about it. “Why would Cypher suggest I stay here? I thought he didn’t like you.” You plopped down on the bed, taking your shoes off. “He does not, but he values one thing above all else and that is family,” He responded matter of factly, putting away your things for you before coming to join you. “All i had to do was mention how worried i was about our current enemy going after you and he pulled all the strings i needed.” “So you played to his heart?” You asked as he settled and pulled you to lay down, arms circling around you in a tight hug. “You weren’t even worried were you?” “I was,” He admitted, removing his glasses and closing his eyes. “But no more than I usually am when I leave you. I was, as you like to put it, needy and wanted my wife, is that too much to ask.” Laughing at his obvious poking at you, you shut him up with a kiss before settling down to chat about the period you were apart. Eventually Vincent had dozed off mid sentence, his exhaustion finally taking him. You didn’t join him in sleep for some time, plotting your next move to get to know his coworkers more and maybe be able to come by in the future without having your husband manipulate people.

#chamber x reader #chamber valorant #chamber #valorant x reader #Valorant

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kimstclair · 2 years

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The most anoying Car Trip - ACOTAR characters edition

Basically the TikTok trend but Tumblr version

Cassian as the driver because he would HATE it

All Cassian wants is to be in middle of the chitchat that will be happening in the backsits

He seriously can't focus on the road

He'll definitely take the wrong path so many times that they'd arrive hours later than they'd planned

Everyone else would be mad at him

Nesta in the passenger seat

Nesta and Cassian would be fighting the whole time

They would fight over the music

Or because Cassian took the wrong path again

Or because Nesta told him to shut up for she was not in the mood for a conversation

And when they wouldn't be fighting, they would be shameless flirting

And sharing heated touches that would make everyone else really uncomfortable

Azriel in the middle of the first row of seats

This seat would be hell for my poor baby bat

He would be suffocated from the lack of personal space

In addition to having to put up with Nesta and Cassian making out in front of him

He wanted to be isolated in one of the first sits

Now he's just trapped somewhere he might actually need to socialize with other people

Mor on Azriel's right because the weird tension between them would be insufferable

Plus, Mor might just keep kicking Nesta's seat, leading to a huge fight

Feyre on Azriel's left

Just because she would want to gossip with Mor during the whole trip

And both of them would invade Azriel's personal space

She would feel the need to throw up everytime Nesta and Cassian made a sexual insinuation**

**Nesta and Cassian make a lot of sexual insinuations

Now things are getting really shity...

Elain in the middle of the second row of seats

If you think the weird tension between Mor and Azriel was tough, now Azriel can't even look behind him

More awkwardness to the car trip I guess

Lucien at Elain's right

Elain won't even look at him during the whole trip

He won't have no one to talk to

Not that he isn't already used to it anyway

Poor Lucien will be leaving this trip with tears in his eyes, a broken heart and depression

Okay, I admit that was my most insidious trick...

Gwyn wearing the regifted necklace at Elain's left

Fight fight fight

You can't tell me not a single good discussion will come out of it

Or at least both girls really pissed off with the shadowsinger

It's not a secret that Azriel wants to throw himself out the window and let the car run over him

Amren and Rhys in the backsits

Amren would be doing only two things during the whole trip:

Complaining about absolutely everything

And asking Rhysand to be High King

Rhys would hate this trip as well

First, no one is paying attention on him

I mean, he's isolated, he can't control the song, he can't participate in the gossip that's going on on the first rows...

He's also sad for being away from Feyre

And he's a flick away from throwing Amren out the window

Varian is in the last row of seats as well

He's the only one at peace

I don't think this guy could be pissed at anyone or anything after handling Amren

Emerie between Varian and Rhysand

She's not really pissed off about anything

She's just uncomfortably seated between two males she doesn't talk to

She's a little desappointed for not being next to Nesta and Gwyn

Anyways, she's definitely reading some good smut to spend time

Honestly? I'd do the same.

Bonus: where's Nyx????

Someone forgot Nyx's car seat in the trunk (probably Cassian)

Quickly reminder that Nyx is actually in the car seat

He'll cry during the whole trip

Basically...

Fucking.Worst.Car.Trip.Ever.

#feysand #nessian #gwynriel #elucien #emorie #acotar headcanon

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

All Works Masterlist

Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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casuallyimagining · 3 years

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Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal? Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae, @hoebii and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.” As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?” he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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