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ALPINE ARE PROTESTING THE PROTEST. THIS DO BE WILD.
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a collection of soft moments with rafe
words: 2.4k
warnings: none?, rafe being kinda desperate... okay maybe really desperate in the last one
taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv
“i was tryin' to fly but i couldn't find wings.” you sing along to the song, swaying slightly as you finish cleaning off the table, ears perking up when you hear the door open and close, signaling that rafe just got home, but you continued your clean, “but you came along and you changed everything.”
you feel rafe’s hands on your hips suddenly, making you jump, not realizing over the music that he had entered the room.
“you lift my feet off the ground.” taylor’s voice continues to sing from the speakers as rafe turns you in his hold. your hands instinctively go to his shoulders, smiling up at him as rafe starts to sway along to the music. “you spin me around.”
at the lyric, rafe begins to slowly spin you around the room, looking down at you with the most genuine look of love in his eyes that you’ve ever seen.
“i love you.” you mouth to rafe, not wanting to interrupt the song with your words as he pulls you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"feels like i'm fallin' and i'm lost in your eyes. you make me crazier, crazier, crazier."
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“don’t we have to leave like right now rafe?” you ask, rushing to his closet when he asked you to pick out his outfit for him. one of his favorite things to do is pick out what you’re going to wear, especially for a night out with him, and he likes to reserve the favor for you too.
“we can be late.” rafe says, still in just a pair of gray sweatpants, while you’re completely ready in a simple deep blue dress, chosen of course by your boyfriend.
you sift through his shirts, having one in mind, a blue patterned button down that would match your dress. you finally find it and pull it out, handing it to rafe to put on while you find a pair of pants that would fit the color scheme.
you watch as rafe dresses, looking to you for approval. you frown. there’s nothing particularly wrong with the outfit, but it’s just not pulling together for you.
“hold on.” you hum, knowing you should be moving faster so you can get to your event, but you honestly are enjoying playing dress up using rafe.
“try this.” you toss him a new shirt, but again it doesn’t spark anything in you.
“put on your black shoes, i’ve got another in mind.” you turn back to his drawer, hoping that the light blue shirt you’re thinking of is complementary to your own dress.
you find it on the bottom of the drawer, and hold it up happily to rafe. “look! it’s perfect!” you know before he even tries it on that it’ll go perfectly with what you’re wearing.
rafe pulls the shirt over his shoulders, but you stop his hands from doing the buttons as you take over for him, tongue sticking out of your mouth slightly in concentration as your fingers work on the tiny button.
you leave the top two undone, the event not being too formal, and liking the peak of skin. “perfect.” you say, looking at the two of you standing next to each other in the mirror.
“thank you baby.” rafe says, looping his arm around your waist. “i love spending time with you.”
you feel your cheeks flare red as you blush at his words. “all i did was get you dressed.” you try to deflect his words.
“i know and i loved it.” rafe presses a kiss to the side of your head.
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“hm.” rafe says, “can you change your shoes?”
you look down at your sandals, taking them off and putting a pair of converse instead. “you know, if you just told me where we were going i would be able to pick out a better pair of shoes.”
“good try, baby.” rafe smiles, taking your hand as you head out the door, to whatever surprise that rafe has planned.
you get into the car, trying to tell where rafe is taking you by the drive, but it’s out into the country, so you ignore trying to figure out where you’re going and instead just enjoy rafes hand on your thigh and the music playing through the stereo.
“rafe!” you gasp as you see the explosion of colors on the road ahead. “you did not!”
“i did.” rafe says cockily, obviously expecting your excited reaction.
“i cannot believe you actually brought me flower picking.” you lean over as rafe parks, pressing kisses to his cheek. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”
“i know.” rafe laughs, putting the car into park and turning his head to let you kiss him, lips pushing together in a display thats a bit overly passionate for the parking lot, but you’re just so happy that your usually closed off to the world boyfriend becomes a total sweetheart just for you.
“don’t you dare open your car door.” rafe says, pulling away from the kiss. you just smile as he rounds the car, opening your door and helping you out.
you take a deep breath of the flower scented air, eyes looking over all the different rows of brightly colored flowers.
“come on, we gotta get our jar and scissors.” rafe takes your hand in his, leading you towards the booth. there’s only a few other people picking flowers today, so there’s no line when you approach and rafe quickly pays.
“alright, baby, i already know you’re thinking about what you want.” rafe laughs, knowing he’s not really there for choosing the style of the bouquet you make, rather to be the one to cut the stems for you and hold everything.
“mmm, i’m really feeling like an orangey-red-yellow color palette.” you say, heading towards the flowers with rafe following close behind.
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“rafe! come here!” you call out to him, and you hear his rapid footsteps as he runs into the bathroom.
“are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching for any sort of potential danger you might be in.
“i’m fine, rafey!” you say, waving your hands as if that’s going to dissuade his worry and take it all away.
rafe comes to where you’re standing in front of the mirror, pressing you into the sink as he pushes his chest into your back. “you scared me.”
“sorry, baby.” you hum, picking up a packet from off the sink. “want to do a facemask with me?”
“is this what you called me in here for?” rafe questions, looking at the plastic package in your hand.
“mhm. i’m doing one too, it’ll be fun.”
rafe sighs, burying his head in your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin, glad that you’re only wearing a tanktop so he has more access. he considers saying no, but he just can’t deny you what you want.
“fine, but no pictures and don’t tell anyone about this. ever.”
you squeal in happiness, ripping open the package and directing rafe to bend down that way you can place the sheet mask on his face, choosing a brightening one for him while you’re going to go for hydrating.
you giggle seeing your boyfriend, who plenty people consider scary, in the skincare. he glances in the mirror with a frown.
“you look super cute.” you say. “now let me put my mask on then we can sit on the bed and watch tv until it’s time to take them off.”
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“what is all this for?” rafe questions, not expecting to come home to the counters filled with baked goods.
“oh perfect timing!” you say, heading over to rafe and giving him a quick kiss on the lips in greeting.
you place your hands on his shoulders, steering him towards the island. “sit down, i need you to taste test everything for me.”
“i would be more than happy to do that baby but um-” he pauses, eyes once again moving over the multitude of cupcakes decorated in different ways, along with cookies and some pastries he doesn’t know the name of.
“oh, right!” you giggle, placing a cupcake in front of him. “i decided to enter a baking competition.”
“really?” rafe asks, peeling the wrapper off a cupcake and taking a bite, his eyebrows shooting up. “well, you’re definitely going to win, this is delicious.”
“really? be honest rafe, don’t just say that because i’m your girlfriend.”
rafe shakes his head, taking another bite. “no seriously babe.”
you let out a little squeal in happiness, clapping your hands together as rafe chews more. “okay, but stop eating that, you’re going to get full and i have a lot more i need you to try.”
you take the plate holding the cupcake away from rafe, sliding a different pastry in front of him. rafe eats it, again complimenting you as you cycle through the different things you’ve made while he was away.
“here, this is a pumpkin puff pastry.” you give him the next dessert.
rafe happily takes a bite, but his face suddenly twists. he covers it up quickly, but not before you’re able to tell.
“you don’t like it?” you ask, and rafes heart breaks at your big eyes looking at him, so upset.
“no, it’s really good, i just-” rafe grabs the glass of water you got him, taking a sip to wash down the treat.
“i just am not a fan of pumpkin.” rafes words don’t seem to make you feel any better, so he turns on his stool and pulls you into him, placing your body in between his legs.
“princess, i’ve loved everything you made, you’re absolutely going to win this baking competition, gorgeous.”
“you really think so?” you ask, reaching your hands up to play with the collar of rafes shirt.
“of course.” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now whats next for me to try?” rafe asks, even though his stomach hurts from how much he’s eaten.
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rafe presses another kiss to your cheek, making you look up from the book your reading. “what is it baby?”
“nothing.” rafe shakes his head, but takes the now closed book out of your hands and sets it on the coffee tables. you can’t hold back a giggle as he takes your hands and brings it up to his face.
“do you want some attention?” you ask, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.
“mmm.” rafe just hums, closing his eyes as he finally gets what he wants. you scooch over on the couch so you’re sitting closer to him, your thighs pressing together.
you move a hand up to play with rafes hair, making him drop his head against the couch, cheek pressing into the cushion. you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose, admiring his blissed out face now that you’ve finally got your hands on him.
“gimme a kiss.” rafe says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.
you melt into his body, enjoying the soft knitted sweater he’s wearing and the way it feels against you.
you press your lips against rafes, letting him take the lead in the slow and easy kiss, taking pleasure in the way his lips glide over yours.
you pull away after a minute, resting your head against rafes forehead. it’s a rare moment of complete peace, where rafe is calm and relaxed. you hate to break it, but you eventually stand up, giving him another kiss on the lips.
“where are you going?” rafe asks, reaching out and tugging on your hand.
“i’m going to go take a shower.” you say, feeling gross with your oily hair, plus, you really need to shave, the prickly hairs are starting to bother you.
“okay, i’ll join you.” rafe stands up to follow you, but you place your hands on his chest with a shake of the head.
“usually, i’d love for you to join me, but i’ve got… girly stuff to do.” you decide that it’s a good enough explanation, but of course it doesn’t dissuade rafe.
“okay and?” he deadpans, making you roll your eyes.
“just not this time, rafe.” you start to walk away, up the stairs to your bedroom, but rafe is right on your tail.
you decide to ignore him, heading into the bathroom and beginning your shower prep, deciding to do a hair mask while you shave, getting out your razor and creme from the counter underneath the sink.
“i’ll turn the water on for us.” rafe makes a point of using the pronoun.
“baby.” you groan, placing your products on the shower bench. “i don’t want you to just stand there and watch me shave! i love you but i need a minute alone, okay?”
“fine.” rafe leaves the room quickly, swinging the door shut behind him. you sigh and rub your eyes, but turn the water on to heat up.
time passes quickly as you go through your extended shower routine, your phone playing music from it’s place on the sink counter. you finish up, feeling completely refreshed and clean. you pull the robe rafe got you around your body and head out of the bathroom.
“rafe?” you gasp, seeing him sitting on the floor next to your bed, his knees pulled up to his chest, head slumped forward.
“baby!” he picks his head up suddenly, but you can still read his emotions how upset he is.
“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you kneel down in front of him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. his eyes are ever so slightly red and you wonder if he’s been rubbing at them or if he’s been crying.
“i-” rafe takes a deep breath, “i hate being away from you.”
“oh, honey.” you heart breaks, and you lean forward to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, who drops his knees so you can get closer. “if i would have known it was that big of a deal, i would have let you shower with me, i just didn’t think you actually wanted to see me like shave and stuff.”
“next time you’ll let me in?” rafe asks in a soft voice that breaks your heart.
“of course.” you take his face in your hands, angling it to press a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”
the spark in rafes eye is finally back. “i love you too.”
#writing ghostface rafe so this was a refreshing break from that lol#needed to get out of him being a LITERAL SERIAL KILLER and write some cute bf rafey lol#rafe fluff#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe fanfic#rafe fic#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron blurb#rafe fanfiction#rafe one shot#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x you
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Ambassador of the Heart
PAIRING — Kim Hongjoong x afab!ModelReader
SUMMARY — An encounter at the Balmain Winter Show 2023 leaves you flustered...
GENRE — FashionAU
WARNINGS — none?, maybe racism if you squint
WORD COUNT — 1.3k
~Part 2~
March 2023
As a close friend of Oliver Rousteing and House Ambassador of Balmain Paris, it was a given that you were going to attend the presentation of the Balmain Homme 2023 Fall/Winter collection.
Excited to see what the head designer had come up with you were sitting in your hotel room, waiting for your stylist to put the final touches of make up on your face. The shimmery black and white dress which was put on a hanger, almost calling for you and you couldn´t wait to see it on your body.
The garment was a special creation from Oliver, gifted to you for your birthday not to long ago and so far, you had not had the chance to show it off, making this the perfect occasion to show once more why you were one of the faces of Balmain Paris!
“Aaand, you are done! The only thing missing is the dress!” Juliana said, gluing one last sliver rhinestone to the inner corner of your eyes to give them a little extra sparkle.
You looked in the mirror, baffled by how much a single gem could change the entire look.
“Thank you Juli, It looks amazing as always!”
Putting down the tweezers, the woman handed you the dress to change into, helping you zip it up and fix your hair one last time.
“It was my pleasure dear and now go and get your shoes. You got a show to attend!” she said, smiling proudly at the sight of her work.
The security guard hired for your safety, was standing outside the door, already waiting to escort you to the car.
What you were not expecting however, was the company he already had!
The blonde man, dressed in black velvet, with sun glasses sitting in his perfectly styled hair, looked at you curiously before saying something to, who you guessed was his manager in a language foreign to your ears.
“Mademoiselle! It is an honor to work for you while you are staying here in Paris! My team and I will be with you and Monsieur Kim for as long as you need us! Outside, there are 2 cars waiting for you. Mademoiselle, you will take the first one and Monsieur, the second one will be yours.”
So he would also be going to the presentation?
Having received an understanding nod from the both of you, the guard ushered you into the elevator and into the lobby.
You could hear the screaming of fans from where you waited for the securities go ahead which came just a few moments later.
Bowing your head ever so slightly to the good looking stranger, you said your goodbyes and went straight to your assigned car. The chance of getting to know the man who would be taking the second car, very slim, if not nonexistent!
It was sad if you thought about it. He seemed nice and you didn´t have many real friends as your job didn´t allow you to let your guard down with most people you met.
You always had to be careful of who you let into your life, too scared of getting used for the status you had as one of the most reputable models the fashion world had to offer!
The drive wasn´t very long and you once more were glad that your agent had picked a hotel close to your destination. The thought of you becoming motion sick, sending a shudder of disgust and horror down your back!
A soft sigh escaped your lips, eyes following the beautiful scenery of Paris.
“You´ve always loved France,” the manager teased.
“Why wouldn´t I? It´s a beautifully country,” was your answer, eyes locked on the man in the passenger seat.
The car was filled with comforting silence, thoughts drifting back to the handsome man that you had met in front of your hotel room.
“Who was that?”
The question has slipped out from between your lips before you could stop it.
“Who do you mean?”
“The man in the other car,”
You could see your manager shake his head. A scoff leaving his mouth.
“Nobody really. I think he is part of a Korean boy band or something, I honestly don´t think anybody really knows him.”
Something about the words spoken and the tone he used irked you greatly. It seemed that your manager was not really a fan of the other but you didn´t know why.
To you it had not seemed like he was as unknown as the man in the front seat made him out to be and from the very short interaction in the hotel hallway, he seemed like a good man.
You only hummed, not wanting to seem rude.
When the car pulled into the driveway and came to a halt in front of Hotel Place Vendôme, where the event took place, you registered how many young girls had come to wait in front of the venue this time around.
You didn´t mind and instead enjoyed the screaming and shouts you received as soon as you got out of the car.
Waving at the crowd, you made your way inside, barely noticing the noise from outside pick up just the slightest bit as the next guest arrived.
Meeting all the other guests, greeting everyone and taking pictures was something you knew a lot of your coworkers and fellow people of interest saw as a chore, brought you more and more joy the longer you spend in their company.
It gave you a sense of comfort to know that the attention of the night would not be solely on you!
You made another pose for the camera, playing with it as if it were a toy before waving one last time.
The presentation began and ended without a hitch.
In a quiet corner, Juliana touched up the makeup on your face and fixed your hair.
“Y/n my dear! Come join me!” came an accented voice from a little further away.
Your head whipped around at the mention of your name.
Oliver was standing there in all his glory, waving at you with a bright glint in his eyes.
“You can go,” Juliana patted you on the back only to step back and start a conversation with your manager who looked a little annoyed by the commotion around him.
Oliver met you half way, engulfing you in his arms.
“I missed you dear! How have you been?” He asked, genuinely interested in your well being and cupped your cheeks in his hands. You were used to the affection he liked to show you so this was nothing new.
“I´m fine, thank you for asking. The presentation was amazing as always, your work always amazes me!”
The tall man waved the compliment of and stepped away.
“Don´t try to flatter me you little devil! And now come, I’d like you to meet someone!”
Letting him take your hand, you followed.
“Y/n, this is Kim Hongjoong! Monsieur Hongjoong, this is my good friend y/n y/l/n.”
Now able to put a name to the stranger from your hotel, you watched as the man, Hongjoong, bowed his head and took your offered hand. Even if a little awkward, the other seemed genuinely happy to meet you properly.
“It is, nice, to meet you y/n! You look, lovely?”
You didn´t know what you had expected him to sound like but not like this.
His voice was higher pitched than you thought but soft and clear at the same time. It was very pleasant on the ears if you were honest. The slight stutter and accent making it more endearing than you would like to admit!
“It´s nice to meet you too!”
You said, letting go of his hand and sounding a little breathless as you were still stunned by the beauty this man radiated.
His eyes lingered on you for another few seconds, smile never slipping from his lips before the moment got cut short by one of the photographers asking for a picture of the 3 of you.
It was almost like you were getting ripped out of a trance and you had to stop yourself from flinching in surprise at the sudden question by the man with the camera.
The pictures were snapped and you added searching for this picture to your to-do list for later.
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Maze In The Mirror
synopsis when your boyfriend Yeonjun dosen't respond to your message in the way he usually does, you grow worried; and then you see him and grow even more worried, but you also the know the solution, a long drive.
pairing - idol bf!yeonjun x fem!reader
ps - I'm not making any assumption about Yeonjun, or what his life must be like. This is completely ficitonal.
You make your way through the thoroughly confusing hallways of the Hybe building. No matter how many times you visited the place, without the assistance of anyone else it was guaranteed for you to get lost.
"Honestly, it was better when they were poorer." You mutter bitterly. It definitely was better for your directionally challenged self when the building used to be only three floors.
After making at least five wrong turns you somehow reach your destination. The practice room.
You had made plans with Yeonjun for a date. Nothing fancy, just a catch up dinner and maybe a drive, if he had time. It hadn't been a long time of dating, but you two had been friends beforehand, and you liked to think you knew him pretty well by this point.
But there were still instances when he managed to surprise you with the smallest of gestures. It's usually something really sweet, surprise dates, very thoughtful gifts, unabashed flirting in front of everyone. That one time he brought Odi and dropped him in your lap, because you were crying and he panicked and didn't know what to do. That definitely stopped your crying alright.
But sometimes in ways that leave you concerned and anxious. This morning being one of those instances.
You had texted him to confirm the timing of the date. Usually he replied with a lot of emojis, lots of babe, sweetheart and darling, even totally unfit memes at times. But today the reply was an 'ok' and 'see you'. It wasn't like him. Even though you chalked it up to him just being busy or something, you couldn't help but worry.
Deep bass thrummed through the room, as you opened the door to the practice room. Most of the lights were turned off, and no one else was in the room except for your boyfriend sitting in the far corner. Slightly slouched, and his cap covering his face. He looked strangely small in the huge hall.
He looked up at you as walked across the room towards him. He smiled lightly, and your heart broke a little. He looked exhausted. And not just physically. That smile was not reaching his eyes at all.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize what time it is." Yeonjun said, taking off his cap and pushing his hair back.
"It's ok."
"Let's go then." He mumbled, pushing himself off the floor. He definitely didn't sound excited at all. Past habits were asking you to blame yourself. Maybe you had done something to make him mad, maybe he didn't like you as much as he used to. You hadn't met in a while. All your insecurities were asking you to shut your mouth and blame yourself and walk away.
But you know better now. It was better to just ask him. You got upset too, he didn't automatically assume it was because of him. And most of the time it wasn't because of him.
"Jjunie? Is everything okay?"
He stopped midway and turned around to face you.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You seem really down. And even your text back was, well ...not very you. Maybe I'm just reading into things way too much. But have i done something?"
His surprised face lightened his eyes. And he came closer to grab your hand.
"No. Of course not. You didn't do anything." He said hurriedly. He sounded sincere, and your mind relaxed a little. Take that, stupid insecurities.
"Then what is it?"
"...... I don't know." He clenched the cap in his hand. He didn't even sound frustrated, just exhausted. And it broke your heart. He wasn't anything if not lively.
"You know what, let's just grab some food, and get in the car and go on a long drive. You can talk if you feel like it, or we can just have a quiet pleasant ride and stuff our face with junk food. I'm sure you'll feel better either way."
He looked at you, and this time his smile was real.
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The wind from the window brought conflict. On one hand, you loved the cold wind on your face, and in your hair. But on the other hand, you couldn't hear the music properly.
You looked at Yeonjun, his eyes were focused on the the road ahead, and his hands were on the steering wheel. He seemed content with the situation, so you didn't say anything and let the windows be down.
The road was getting emptier with every mile. This was their usual route for long drives. Far from the city, quiet and serene. The road was smooth and long.
It was on a drive like this when he had confessed to you. It was three days before his birthday, unfortunately you had to leave the city before his birthday for a family event. But you wanted to celebrate it before you left, it felt better to do it beforehand than later.
His face when you had brought out the mint chocolate cupcake with a small candle was better than anything he could've said. Atleast that's what you had thought. But five minutes after he blown out the candle, he had uttered the words you had been dreaming about for months now.
You remembered tears on your face, saying those words back, and then his lips on yours.
You smiled reminiscing the memory. Yeonjun hadn't said anything so far, except for a few light conversation about food and what the members had been upto. It didn't seem like he was going to talk about what was going on with him.
He seemed in a better mood now, so you tried to be just content with that. But then,
"Do you think I'm meant for this?"
You looked at him with furrowed brows. He turned to look at you, his face was unreadable.
"This idol life?" He continued, turning his eyes towards the road again.
"Yeonjun, you're like the perfect person for this." You almost laughed, his question was nothing else than absurd to you. He was beyond perfect in your eyes. The way he was on stage, his passion, his talent, his love for his fans and team, it was all mesmerizing. "You're amazing at this, very few people are as talented as you."
"Not that part. I mean, I still believe I can improve a lot more, but I think I'm actually kind of content with where I am right now. I mean.......emotionally and mentally."
Now, you had a inkling about what he meant. But you wanted him to let it all out, so you didn't say anything.
"Everything has been so great until now, the group is doing amazing, and everyone is healthy and happy. But -" He cut himself off, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and then after a minute he stopped the car under a tree. The road was pretty much empty, they were almost neat the mountain side.
He took a deep breath, and you slipped your hand on his thigh, squeezing it, hoping to bring him even a slimmer of comfort.
".........Do you know about what happened with Insu?"
"The boyband member? He got in a scandal right?" You asked. It had been in the news lately, an idol had gotten in a bad scandal, you didn't exactly remember what had happened, but you remembered reading about it and thinking it was rather dumb the way people were reacting.
"Yeah. I don't think I ever told you, but I had trained with him for a, like, two months. And he was so sweet and nice. A little dumb but very sincere and strong -willed. I was so happy when he told me he was going to debut. And now........everything is just so messed up. He didn't even do anything, and - and not only him the whole group is just being dragged throught the mud. For no fucking reason!" He had grabbed his forehead, almost pulling on his hair. He slowly let go, trying to regulate his breath, and then leaned back into his seat.
"I saw him yesterday, and honestly.......he seemed fine. Not well, but still loads better than I thought he would've been."
"That's a good thing. These things don't have to forever matter. It will most likely blow over soon." You said.
"Yeah. But I also realized something. I don't think I could ever do that." He looked in your eyes, and there a strange sense of panic in them like you had never seen. He continued,
"If I mess up somehow, and the group has to suffer because of that, I could never be able handle that. I'm the oldest, I should be there strength and reassurance. Their rock, you know. But, somehow I feel like I'm the weakest. I hate feeling like this. Our new dance teacher scolded Huening yesterday, and he apologized and promised to do better and then just kind of shrugged it off, and was fine. Sungdeuk hyung scolded me once, and I was upset about it for like a month." He said, his voice incredulous as he said the last sentence.
"I look at everyone around me and they all just seem so much better at it than me. More mature somehow. I'm just scared, so scared that I'll do something stupid and ruin everything." Yeonjun had coiled in within himself. Every word seemed to weigh on him physically, making his body drop further in the seat.
"I know I'll fail them, I'll fail myself."
You had always wished you were one of those people who had a way with words, who always know the right thing to say and make everything feel okay. And you had never wished that more than now. The boy you loved so dearly was falling apart infront of you, and you were terrified to say the wrong thing. But you couldn't say quiet, he has always been there for you, in every way possible, and he wasn't a word savant either, but he always made things feel better, just by being there.
".........Jjunie, I can't promise that you will never make mistake and maybe mess things up. I don't know what will happen, no one does. But that's okay. I know you're worried that you care and think too much. But, that's one of the things I love about you." You took his warm hands in your smaller ones, and continued.
"I honestly think you are underestimating yourself. You trained for so long, you must've been scolded a thousand times. But you're still here. You just have to keep your heart and actions in the right place, and even if you do make a mistake, atleast you'll know, you haven't done anything wrong. And believe me, that'll pull you through most things."
He didn't say anything, but looked up at you and smiled. And for the second time in a single day, you're heart broke a little. Only this man. His smile this time, was the Yeonjun you knew. And you knew he'll be okay. And there was stupid sense of pride in yourself. That you could make him smile like this, that you could help him, even if just a little.
He leaned in closer, and kissed you. And damn it, his lips are perfect. And damn it, he also knew how to use them. By the time he pulled back, you weren't sure you remembered your own name.
"Thank you. Really. You make everything better so easily." You were pretty sure that's what he had said, your head slightly spinning.
"Yeah, mhmm."
He tilted his head, confused look on his face. Then he smirked.
"Aww, I'm sorry. I know I'm your greatest weakness, but damn, like you should have - ow!" You socked him in the shoulder.
"Just drive, you moron."
He snickered, and started the car. Holding your hand on the gear.
"You know you can tell me when you're worried and stressed about anything." You said.
"I know. I just - It's hard. I don't want to put it all on you, I wanna be able to deal with all this on my own." Yeonjun sighed.
"I get what you mean. I'm always here for you. I just want you to know that."
"I know. And, uh, samesies."
"Wow."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do. That's the strange part."
"That's why we are perfect."
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Romantic Capture? (Pt 2. Romantic Escape)
(Tommy Shelby X female reader)
Summery: Y/N's successfully managed to con her way to her husband's car keys. Now she's free to have the fun she's been missing for the past week. But with an unexpected call from Polly, will her plans actually go to plan? Part two of Romantic Escape!
A/N: Hi y'all! No TW's for this (Tommy does get accidentally scuffed up tho) but I do think Tommy may be a bit OOC because this part has him talking about his feelings to the reader and I'm honestly not too sure how to write that, so idk if I did it well, but I tried! I kinda see him as someone who doesn't like admitting his fears and mistakes so when he actually does he's unsure of what to say as opposed to his usual suave self and tried writing it like that. So it's definitely got a bit of a different tone than the last one but it's still got good fun bits! I hope y'all enjoy!❤️
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The phone in Tommy's office rang.
"Polly? That you? I just started those papers you wanted, was there something else?"
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You giggled to yourself as you internally relived about your grand success, checking your mirrors one last time before getting ready to drive off. Silently, you thanked your husband for filling up the gas tank on his way back today.
It took months for most people to even try coming up with a plan to win one over THE Thomas Shelby. Keyword try. But you'd managed a successful caper in under an hour. And to top it off, if everything went as planned you'd have some fun with your "poor victim" when you returned. Maybe you should try this thing more often. You had been trying to convince him to let you redo the washroom for a while now. You thought the space would look just lovely with a new coat of paint and padded benches for you and the maids to sit on while talking and folding clothes. Or the garage. There was an empty space there you would have loved to turn into a workshop for the gardener and handyman. It was perfect for tools and lunch. OOH! Or maybe you could finally get the rolling ladder you'd wanted in the library, since you'd first moved in! You always wanted one as a kid! Yes, you would definitely have to try this thing again, especially if it went so smoothly the first time!
But that was for another day. If you left right now you'd make it in time to find good seats. Had this been a film, it would be the part where the captive finally gets out of their cell and starts joyously yelling "I'm free! I'm free I'm fr..."
A hand shot through the window and grabbed the steering wheel. Screaming, you did the first thing that came to your mind. Reaching out the window to grab the collar of your attacker, you yanked them forwards as hard as you could, while simultaneously stepping on the gas. You heard a head hit the car's roof as it made contact with the shiny metal.
"FUCK!"
Wait.
You knew that voice. And the tie wrapped between you fingers....
Oh no.
"Tommy? What the hell are you doing?" You questioned, quickly letting go of him and looking down at you husband who was cradling an injured nose and making sure his toes weren't broken from you almost running them over.
"What the hell am I doing, eh!? What the bloody fuck are you doing," he exclaimed as he got to his feet, using the side of the car to stabilise himself so he wouldn't stumble. He didn't know if he should be frustrated or proud of what you'd just done. On one hand he was happy to know you wouldn't freeze up when surprised if someone came out of nowhere. But on the other hand....that fucking hurt. He could already feel the headache forming and it took a solid minute for his vision to clear. The car was still running and once again your husband reached through the window, trying to grab the keys from the ignition.
"No," you smacked his hand away from the keys, gently but firmly. Tommy gave you a confused look and tried again.
"No. Tommy, no. Leave it. No. Thomas no." accompanied by another few gentle smacks until he pulled his hand back. You used one hand to guard the keys while the other remained slightly lofted, ready to bat again if needed. Tommy looked at you perplexed. In a manner only you could accomplish, he was left with absolutely no idea what was going on.
"What do you mean 'no'? What are you doing, I thought you were going upstairs eh? And Polly called said there were never any papers she needed," he'd questioned. If it was anyone else aside from you he'd probably be very angry by now. Because you'd lied to him, and Thomas Shelby didn't like being lied to. You also nearly ran him over, but it wasn't a first for that and he was honestly more annoyed at being lied to. That wasn't something he took lightly.
Especially when the lies involved stealing his car. But this wasn't anyone else. This was you. You looked at him for a moment before sighing and turning off the car, but remained in the drivers seat. Well, if you couldn't get out through trickery maybe the truth would work. And a little guilt tripping possibly?
"I'm taking the car out," you replied. "I wanted to go to the movies with Lizzie and maybe have a few drinks after. I haven't been out all week and my head feels fine. It's felt fine since the third day, but even then no one let me do anything. None of my friends or anyone else was able to come over either so I've been stuck all week and I'm bored and it's been getting lonely too." You looked at you husband whose face had softened and continued, "So I called up Lizzie and I've got to meet her in half an hour if we want to get good seats. And Thomas I love you, but I am doing this. I know you're on edge because of what happened a few months ago, but I promise I'm all good now. You aren't able to control every little thing that happens to me. I'll get hurt sometimes and so will you, and that's just life. You can't make me live in a bubble after every little bump and bruise."
Reaching one hand out the car window you gently grabbed your husband's chin and ran a finger over his cheek, where an increasingly red mark had begun to form. Thank Heavens, for once he hadn't had a cigarette in his mouth when you'd yanked him. He's probably have a burn on his face too. You really didn't intend to hurt him, thinking it was someone else trying to grab you.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I thought you'd make another fuss if I told you and I really didn't want to argue again. I know you care about me but you have to understand Thomas, I'm a grown woman and can make my own choices about then I feel better. It's the same thing you do when you decide to go back to work after being shot or beat up. When we got married we promised to go though life together. And together means side by side, equal steps. It doesn't mean one gets to drag the other along choosing each path alright," Caressing his cheek one last time, you sighed and moved to exit the car. You were still going out of course, but you wanted to take a quick look at Tommy's face in the house where the light was brighter before you left. You knew you'd be distracted and feel slightly guilty all night, not knowing how much damage your unintentional attack truly caused.
But before your hand made it to the car door, it was Tommy who gently knocked your hand away this time. He placed you hand gently on the steering wheel, holding it there, while he closed his eyes for a moment and thought. Then he released you hand, before making his way around the front of the car and moving into the passenger seat. For a few moments the car was silent before Tommy grabbed you hand again and turned slightly so he could face you better.
"Love... Don't feel sorry for what you did, it's not your fault. You weren't... wrong," Tommy started, slightly unsure what to say. He knew the words you had said were right, but he didn't know what to say next. Tommy never was to good at expressing his emotions, especially the strongest ones like love and pride and fear; and he was feeling all of those right now. But since meeting you he'd gotten a little better. At least it got easier to try. And that's what he did now, sitting besides you in the car while the last rays of the sun's light left the horizon for the day. "I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to control your or our life together. I'm not. I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I'd do without you," he continued, trying to remember what you'd told him one day about how he didn't have to be charming or precise when telling you his feelings. You told him they could be as messy and unorganized as he could manage if it meant he was telling you the truth. As long as he trusted you enough to try and let it out you'd be more than happy to listen. He knew you'd never fault him for telling the truth even if you'd still scold him for hiding it.
"The truth is... the truth is that the day you got hurt something else happened. I got a call from a man telling demanding I sign over half the company or else he'd make you pay for me," Tommy paused for a moment trying to press down his anger at the man, "I wasn't worried at first, figured he was just making empty threats. Didn't think anyone was stupid enough to touch you. Then Francis called about your fall and even then I didn't think much about him, I was only worried you were alright. But then, later that night after I saw you, I was looking at the mail. This fucker also sent a letter to the house with the same fucking demand and I didn't see it until then. There was a photo in it too. It was you and your friends sitting in that restaurant you're so fond of. The one where we always get Finn's birthday cake? I don't know how he got that photo," Tommy stressed running a hand through his hair. He knew the man was dead, but it still made his skin crawl thinking of what he could have done. "I don't know what it was, but that photo and you being hurt... it scared me. I don't want to lose you. So since you were already hurt, I used that as an excuse to keep you at the house yeah? The maids really were to make sure you rested your head, but the cars were so I could try and keep you at the house where it was safer. I even had more men posted around the premises during the day." Tommy took a breath gently rubbing his thumb over your hand. He wasn't use to talking this much, even with you. But seeing as you didn't pull back, maybe he hadn't said the wrong thing yet. "But he's gone now, I got word he was taken care of today and he won't hurt you... No one will hurt you. So we don't have to worry about him. I was going to tell you today, I promise I was. But I'm ...I'm sorry Love. I didn't tell you the truth earlier and you got lonely... I should have found a way for your friends to come here or asked you to drive around with one of me men but I didn't yeah? And that.... that may not have been the best plan but it was the only one I could think of to keep you safe. Because you are the most important thing in the world to me Love and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt because of me."
Tommy had finished now. He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd lied to you and he knew you hated that. But in his mind it was for a good cause. He didn't want to burden or stress you with problems created because of him. So he'd hid the truth until he couldn't anymore and after admitting his secrets he was left without a script. Most men would promise it wouldn't happen again, but Tommy couldn't do that. He knew that if you were ever threatened like that again he wouldn't hesitated to hide you away where he knew it was safe, even if you were mad at him for it. And you knew it too. So he wouldn't by make a promise he wouldn't hesitate to break. Not today anyway.
The car was silent for a few moments and Tommy wasn't looking at you anymore. He did that sometimes after admitting something to you. Like he was scared to look into your eyes, and see that you didn't like what he said. And honestly, sometimes you didn't. Sometimes you wished your husband never told you the things he'd done that day or whose blood you were washing off his hands in the middle of the night. But most times like tonight, when he'd finally look up he'd see the same love he saw the day he married you and many days before that. You gently took his face in you hands and guided him to look at you again.
"Tommy, I can't say I'm not mad you didn't tell me the truth sooner, but I'm glad you did now," you started, "I'm alright and so are you and no one is going to hurt us. I get why you wanted to hide it from me, I don't always want to tell you what's scaring me either." Tommy averted his eyes and scoffed briefly at the implication of being scared. Yes, it was true but he still didn't like admitting it. "But I'm glad you told me now, yeah? It's better to get it out eventually than hold it in forever. So I wish you'd told me sooner but for now I'm glad you did. And thank you for apologizing, I forgive you... but I just ask next time someone's threatening ME, that I be the first one you tell yeah? Who knows maybe I can think of a better plan to get rid of him than you huh?"
Tommy closed his eyes briefly, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder. Talking had allowed a weight to lift from his shoulders. Not just because he knew the man was gone, but because he'd finally told you the truth. And apparently, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Yes, he knew you'd still probably lecture him slightly for lying more later, but for now he was just happy for you to know the truth.
"Yeah Love, that I can try to do. Fuck, I can try."
Your fingers pulled the back of his hair lightly as you raised an eyebrow at him.
"'Try,' Thomas?"
A small huff of laughter came from his mouth as he pulled back to look at you again. Now that you'd both told the truth there was a lightness there, which hadn't been present all week.
"Promise, I promise you'll be the first to know if any rat bastard ever thinks of threatening you again eh?"
"That sounds more like it, my dear darling."
This time it was your turn to rest your head on his shoulder for a few moments as silence once more overtook the car. When you looked up again, you moved to gently kissed your husband on his still reddened cheek. As you went to do it a second time he turned his head, allowing your lips to connect with his as he returned the kiss gently. It took a few seconds before he tried deepening it again, and his hands had just reached the hem of your skirt when he was once again stopped. Panting slightly you resting your forehead against his, slightly brushing the loose strands on the back of his neck. He let out a soft groan at that. He loved the way your fingers felt playing with his hair like that, especially if it was late at night when you were both in bed after a long day.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah Love?"
"I still am meeting Lizzie tonight. If I stay at this house for one more minute I may actually set something on fire," you finished, readjusting your skirt and turning the car on again. If you left now you'd still just barely make it. "Like I may actually give Alfie Solomons a run for his money with the fight I'm going to put up if I don't get out within the next five minutes. Or I may pay him to do it for me, the lovely man. He use to be a boxer you know. "
Tommy rolled his eyes at the Alfie comment before smirking and leaning back in his seat, putting one arm around the back of yours, "Alright then Love let's get going."
You laughed, pushing his arm back and turned to him, "Oh, no chance in hell you're coming with me. I may forgive you for lying to me, but you're still not out of the dog house yet. Besides, this is a night for ME and Lizzie. Not me, Lizzie, and YOU."
"Come on Love. I'm sure Lizzie wouldn't mind. After all, it still could be dangerous out there. It is getting dark after all."
"Well then it's a pretty good think I can protect myself isn't it? Remember the gun Esme got me for Christmas? And so can Lizzie. You aren't the only one with tricks up your sleeve. So you. Hop out of the car before I'm forced to make you and," You leaned closer, "how about you spend the time I'm gone planning another apology eh?"
Tommy let out a huff of laughter, but complied. He walked around the front of the car again before leaning down to the still open window.
"Another apology eh? I thought you'd already taken the first one."
"Of course, but you still have to make up for earlier to remember? After all, I won't be out with Lizzie all night and you did say you'd stay in your office until 10:30. That's something else to make up for isn't it? You didn't even give me time to start a bath to hide, cheater," you teased lightly as you played with Tommy's tie and his eyes light up like they had earlier when you'd sent him to the office.
"Oh that's the kinda apology you want isn't it? I can manage that. I can manage that very well Love. How about this time I hide for you to find me? Change up our little game eh?" Tommy kissed your hand teasingly before finally stepping back to let you leave. "Though I did help Curly clean the horses earlier at Charlie's yard, and that was a bit messy" Tommy restated your words earlier, "So when you're done why don't you start by looking in places one can get a little less...dirty eh? Maybe the bath will still be warm...."
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Midnight | Chapter 11 | S.R
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Chapter Summary - a phone call from Luke causes things to reach fever pitch with Spencer.
Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending
Warnings - manic driving, murder, blood, swearing, arguing, strangulation, threatening behaviour, forceful Spencer, jealous Spencer, mentions of Maeve, penetrative sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, talk of feelings.
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Chapter 11 - I’d Rather Drown
When you opened your eyes, all you could see was miles of rolling desert. The long, winding road bent and caved to desert land, almost so it didn’t disturb the landscape with its presence. The sun was rising in the rearview mirror, casting away the shadows of the baron stretch of road and glistening against the golden sand.
The little old car vibrated your seat as it sped along the twisting asphalt, the engine revving somewhat aggressively as its driver pushed it to its limits. The tires screeched with every turn, sending dust and debris flying around outside the window. It jerked and pulled you to and fro in your seat while you tried to work out exactly where you were.
You blinked a couple of times to adjust to the onslaught of light pooling in through the windows as you attempted to establish your surroundings and how you’d ended up here. The smell of blood from your clothes wafted up your nose and you suddenly remembered the events that took place the night before. The euphoria you felt when you ran that blade across Green’s throat came flooding back and you smiled a little dreamily to yourself.
But with it also came the churning of your stomach which had nothing to do with the way in which the vehicle was being flung at speed at around every bend. You’d killed a man. You’d taken a knife and sliced his throat and now you were covered in his blood. You were a murderer. You would always be a murderer.
In your time with the BAU you’d been to more crime scenes than you could count. Duck under the tape. Watch where you walk. Don’t touch a thing. Cleaning up a crime scene had been a very different experience. Thankfully it did help to know where those tiny scraps of evidence could hide away, the blood in the nooks and crannies of the floorboards, invisible footprints, accidental DNA transfer. You hadn’t been in your right mind to think of any of this, but Spencer had. Luckily, he knew exactly what he was doing.
You’d scrubbed the blood out of the floor while Spencer got the body in the back of the Nissan which he had moved to the driveway. You cleaned off any surfaces you might have touched, and Spencer recleaned everything afterwards, because you couldn’t be too careful. You left the place like you found it, even used Green’s keys to lock the door on your way out.
Spencer had handed you a hoodie to put on to hide the bloody t-shirt you wore. He helped clean your hands with a bottle of water and a rag and cleaned the little spots of blood off your face and out of your hair before you got in the car. You didn’t know where Spencer was driving to, where he planned to get rid of Green’s body but you didn’t ask.
You figured you would go back to the Route 66 Inn for the night, Spencer had already paid for your stay. But it seemed you must have been driving all night and Santa Rosa was probably hundreds of miles away by now.
You kept playing it over and over in your head, seeing his eyes as he begged you not to take his life, the realisation that hit him when he worked out who you were. The blood that had spilled from his neck and the way his skin felt as you sliced it with the blade.
He was dead. Duncan Green, your biggest demon, was no more. You felt light and heavy all at once. It wasn’t going to bring your sister back, but would it at least provide some closure? It was finally over, all those years of pain knowing he was out there somewhere was over, you should be over the moon. But honestly, you didn’t know how to feel.
However when you leant your head against the car window as you’d driven away from his home, it hadn’t taken long for you to fall asleep, the events of the day taking its toll on you. You didn’t dream, you simply slept.
Your body jerked in your seat again as Spencer took a precariously tight turn at breakneck speed. You rubbed your eyes before glancing over at him. His brow was furrowed heavily, back rigid in his seat and hands gripping the wheel harder than ever.
“Where’s the cell phone, Y/N?” Spencer suddenly grunted in frustration.
“Huh?” You croaked sleepily.
“Only one of the burners was in my satchel. Where’s the other one?” He spat, his patience wearing thin.
“I wanted to call Luke.” You felt for the phone in your jeans pocket.
“Did you?”
“No.” You pulled it out and played with it in your hands. “He’ll be worried about me, Spencer. I have to call him soon.”
You hit the power button, hoping Spencer wouldn’t notice as he focused on the sprawling road ahead.
“I’m sick of hearing about Luke Alvez. I text him on your behalf and told him you wanted him to leave you the hell alone.” He snarled, foot steadily getting heavier on the accelerator.
“You did what?” You spat, staring at him like he’d lost your mind. “You had no right!”
“I’m fucking bored or hearing about him. Luke this and Luke that, I need to call Luke and check it. No, not anymore.” Spencer growled.
“Spencer, he's my friend! You don’t get to just…” you trailed off when the device in your hand started to ring.
You glanced across at Spencer who’s face seemed to be turning red, the vein in his forehead pulsing.
“Don’t you dare answer that.” His knuckles started turning white against the wheel.
“He’ll keep calling.”
“I don’t give a shit, you are not answering that cell phone!” He raised his voice.
“You don’t own me!” You yelled back. “I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions!”
The phone rang off and you felt your stomach drop.
“Sweetheart,” he softened, his lip twitching into a smirk. “You belong to me, which means I do own you.”
“Fuck you, you do not!” The phone started to ring again. “He won’t give up.”
“If you answer that fucking phone I will swerve this car off of the road and kill us both.” As if to prove his point, he forced the car to go faster, the engine that had already sounded like it had reached capacity, revved even harder.
“Good! I’d rather die than spend another fucking second with you! This whole trip has been a waking nightmare. I hate you! I hate what you’ve done to me!” You screamed at him.
“Fuck you!” He screamed back, slamming one hand against the wheel. “I made you! I found Green for you, if it wasn’t for me, he’d still be alive and you’d never have gotten closure.”
Once again the phone stopped ringing and the pit in your stomach grew deeper.
“I hate you.” You smacked him hard across the bicep. “I hate you! Put me out of my fucking misery and kill me! I would literally rather be dead than let you have this hold over me!”
An involuntary yelp left your lips when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing the car to swerve on the asphalt, skidding on its tires until it came to a screeching halt.
Spencer looked over at you, his face bright red with rage and his eyes almost bulging out of his head.
“Get out.” He spat harder than you’d ever heard him.
“What?” You frowned at him.
“I said get out. I’m fucking sick of this, I’d rather do this on my own. At least there would be no one to talk back. Get out of the fucking car.” He growled.
“No.” You shook your head.
The phone started ringing once more and Spencer was quickly grabbing it out of your hand. You watched as he rolled down the window and was soon tossing the phone as far as he could out into the desert.
“Asshole!” You shoved his arm before quickly scrabbling out of the car and in the direction of where he’d thrown the phone.
You heard the engine revving loudly behind you and you expected to then hear him peeling away in a cloud of dust but you were too focused on finding the phone to care at that moment.
Once you located it and picked it up, you looked up and made sure to make eye contact with Spencer through the windscreen of the car as you answered it and put it on speaker as Spencer shut off the engine.
“Luke, jeez man, what's with all the calls?” You grumbled a little.
“Y/N! Oh my gosh I’ve been trying to get hold of you all day!” He sounded relieved.
Spencer exited the car and walked over to you, anger pouring from his eyes.
“I told you I’ll call you when I can. I’ve been super busy.” You kept your eyes on Spencer.
“With your mom?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged.
“In Edwardsville, Illinois.” Luke’s tone suddenly changed.
You glanced up at Spencer, eyes wide in fear. His expression was much the same. He mouthed the words, what the fuck at you, shaking his head and you knew you’d be in for it.
“Uh…I’m sorry what?” You croaked.
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. Garcia found the location of the pay phone you called me from. I’m next to it right now.”
Spencer looked about ready to blow his lid, smoke practically coming out of his ears. The vein in his forehead pulsed so aggressively it looked like it might pop.
“You’re…you’re in Illinois?” You swallowed thickly.
“Yes. Where are you, Y/N? Come and meet me and we can talk. Whatever trouble you’re in, I can help you.” His voice softened again, his concern for you evident.
Spencer however was shooting daggers your way, trying to subconsciously tell you that you better be careful about what you say. You swallowed and tried to focus.
“I’m not in Illinois anymore.” You knew that wouldn’t be good enough for Luke.
“Then where are you?”
“Luke, just drop this, please?” You begged him, keeping your eyes on Spencer.
“No! You’re my friend, let me help you!”
“Luke, I don't need your help. Ok, so I lied when I said my mom was sick but that’s because I didn’t want to tell you guys the truth.” Spencer was glaring at you wildly now, clearly worried about what you would say next. You took a deep breath and continued. “The truth is, I was done with the BAU. Since we joined the team, you’ve been flourishing, finding your feet just like I knew you would. But I’ve never felt like I belonged there. I don’t necessarily want to go back to the FTF, but I couldn’t stay at the BAU. I was embarrassed to admit that I was struggling. I don’t know what I’m going to do now Luke, so I just took off. I guess you could say I’m soul searching. But I’m fine, I swear, I just need some time alone.”
There was a long stretch of silence in which Spencer seemed to calm down but once again it was very short lived.
“Are you with Spencer?” Luke asked out of nowhere, causing your eyes to bulge.
You and Spencer exchanged a confused look at the seemingly out of the blue question. His face told you that you better be careful how you answered that question.
“What? Why would I be with Spencer?” You tried to laugh it off.
“It just seems a little odd that you decided to leave right after him. And I went to some Podunk little bar out here and showed the tender his photo and he thought he might recognize him.”
Spencer was clenching his fists at his sides, his eyes conveying that you needed to find a way out of this.
“He doesn’t exactly stand out in a crowd.” You shrugged. “He thought he recognised a tall, skinny white dude? Luke, he could have seen anyone. You’re making connections where there aren’t any.”
Another stretch of silence followed and you had to pray that Luke believed you. You heard him exhale loudly through the phone.
“You swear you’re ok?”
“I swear. You worry too much, viejo.” You smiled.
“It’s because I love you, conejito.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hand for you to hurry up.
“I’ve gotta go, ok? But I’ll call you soon.” You quickly spoke.
“Stay safe.” Luke whispered.
“Always.” And with that you hung up.
Spencer was quick to advance on you, grabbing the cell phone from your hand and throwing it aside before wrapping his hand around your throat. He used his grip to shove you until you were bent backwards over the hood of the car, pinned down by your neck.
“What are you doing? I got him off of our ass.” You gasped.
“It was your fault he was on our ass in the first place.” Spencer spat. With his free hand he pulled out the SIG and pressed the barrel of it to your temple. “If you hadn't called him from that payphone we wouldn’t have been in this mess!”
“Luke will always worry about me. It’s what he does. Regardless of if I’d called him or not, he still would have found a way to figure out where I was.” You choked a little but tried not to let Spencer know he was hurting you.
“Because he’s in love with you!” Spencer spat.
“So?” You didn’t flinch, you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction.
“You know?” He frowned down at you.
“Yeah, I am a profiler.” You rolled your eyes. “Just because he’s in love with me, doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”
“So you make a habit of leading men on? Getting them in the most compromised position possible, stripping down their walls until there’s nothing left?” He screamed in your face, tightening his hold on your neck.
You knew he wasn’t talking about Luke anymore and suddenly things started seeming so much clearer. The way Spencer had acted after you slept together, the reason he could never go through with his threats of killing you and why he was so jealous of Luke’s feelings towards you.
You’d penetrated the walls to Spencer Reid’s carefully constructed fortress. You’d slipped in through cracks he wasn’t even aware were there. None of this was really about Luke. Spencer wasn’t angry that Luke was in love with you, Spencer was mad because he was too.
Of course you knew he would never admit it, that would involve him being vulnerable. But you didn’t need him to say it, you could see it manifesting itself in his rage, he was incensed at himself for letting this happen, and at you for somehow getting beneath his skin.
He was bitter because he couldn’t stop it from happening, couldn’t catch himself before it was too late and he dove over the edge. And for some reason he seemed resentful because he thought you were the kind of woman who deliberately made men fall for you with no intentions of catching them. Did he really think this was some kind of game to you, racking up men like chess pieces? Did it not even occur to him that you could feel the same before he’d jumped to the conclusion that you were some kind of heartless maneater?
“Spencer, I think you’ve got the wrong impression of me.” You wheezed a little against his hand on your windpipe.
“No, I haven’t.” He thrust the gun against your temple. “Do you know you said his name in your sleep?”
“I…I did?” You frowned.
“Well, you moaned his name in your sleep. More than once. While you were laying in my arms.” He spat as his fingers wrapped even more firmly around your throat, more violently than he’d ever done before.
Your face started to redden with the lack of oxygen and you desperately fought for breath. Was he really going to kill you this time?
“I don’t…don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” You panted.
“I can have a pretty accurate guess.” He snarled.
“Spencer,” You managed to smirk, feeling a little lightheaded as you lost more and more oxygen. “Are you jealous?”
“Absolutely not.” He scoffed, tightening his hold on you even more so. “For me to be jealous would infer I have feelings for you, princess. I don’t have feelings.”
“Oh please.” You swallowed, still fighting for air. “Everyone has feelings, Spencer. Even you. You were h-hurt in the past, you built up these walls, hell you built a whole damn fortress to stop anyone getting close to you. You’re…you’re scared of getting hurt again, it's understandable after what you’ve been through. I mean what happened to Maeve was…”
“What did you say?” He cut you off, his grip on your neck faltering and it enabled you to gasp and refill your lungs with some much needed air.
“Maeve? She was the love of your life according to Cat Adams.” You’d heard the interrogation when Spencer confronted her after leaving prison, you all had.
“Don’t you dare bring her up. She is none of your business.” His fingers flexed before securing around you once more, the muzzle knocking against the side of your head as his hand shook in anger.
“And my relationship with Luke is none of your business.” You retaliated.
“You belong to me. Not him. And I’ll prove that to you. Turn around and drop your pants.” He suddenly let go of you but kept the gun pointed at you.
“What?” You frowned at the shift in dynamic. “No.”
“Excuse me?” He growled in a low, rumbly tone.
“I said no.” You stood your ground.
“You want to disobey me again?” He proffered the gun toward you. “I said turn around and drop your pants.”
With his free hand he started on working on the button of his jeans and with a quick glance downward you could tell instantly that he was hard. You would be lying if you said it didn’t abruptly turn you on, but still you weren’t going to let him control you in this way all the time.
“And I said no.” You growled, bearing your teeth at him like a wild animal, causing Spencer to thrust the gun towards you again.
“I am not gonna ask you again.” He demanded, eyes so dark they had passed black a long time ago.
“I will not turn around.” You replied, refusing to let him intimidate you. “If you want to fuck me, you’re gonna have to look me in the eyes this time.”
You saw Spencer falter a little, clearly not expecting this demand from you and expecting you to put up more of a fight. Soon a wry smile was forming on his lips and the firearm fell from his hand to the dirt as he focused solely on undoing his pants.
“I’m sure that can be arranged, princess.” He freed himself from his slacks, moving them down his thighs just enough so that his erection sprung free.
He moved you back against the bonnet with a shove and then he was working on your buttons too. He tugged your jeans and panties down to your ankles and hoisted you so you were sitting on the edge of the car. You kicked off one shoe and shucked your trousers and underwear off of one foot, letting them dangle from the other.
One of Spencer’s hands he placed flush on the bonnet to hold him upright and the other quickly found purchase between your legs. He hissed when he felt how wet you already were. His eyes bore into you as he edged closer, your legs intrinsically wrapping around his waist.
“Can I…do you need…?” He panted, unsure how to phrase his question but you knew what he meant.
“Just fuck me, Spencer.”
That was all the impetus he needed and he removed his hand from between your legs before roughly thrusting up into you. You gasped loudly, the sound ebbing off into the desert and beyond.
The way Spencer filled you up was like nothing else in the whole world, his thick, heavy length able to make you body bend to his every will.
He immediately started pounding into you with vigour, his other hand joining his first on the bonnet to steady himself as he slammed into you again and again. The sounds of your moans and heavy breaths disappeared out into baron sands. He kept his eyes locked on yours but he didn’t kiss you, didn’t even touch you.
“Tell me,” he panted as his hips snapped back and forth rapidly. “Tell me how you felt when you cut his throat.”
You moaned, throwing your head back to your shoulders but Spencer was quick to push it back up so you were looking at him. His hand then came to the zipper of your hoodie and tugged it down just enough to expose your blood soaked shirt.
“Fuck,” he quickened his pace, slamming inside you so violently you felt like you were being torn in two. “Fuck you look hot covered in blood. Tell me how it felt.”
“Kiss me.” You replied, your legs encompassing his waist and holding him close. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”
Spencer hissed with a particularly vicious thrust and then grabbed the back of your neck in his large hand. He yanked you closer and crashed his lips against yours, his tongue hungrily plunging inside of your mouth.
His fingers gripped your neck firmly as he kissed you messily, teeth clashing together in a hungry passion.
“Tell me.” He growled against your lips.
“It was fucking euphoric. The way I watched the light leave his eyes, the way his blood felt against my skin as it burst from his artery…there is no better feeling in the world.” You mumbled and he tore his lips away from yours to look at you.
“No better feeling, huh?” He pounded harder. “Not even this?”
“It’s a close second.” You teased him.
As expected it encouraged him to go somehow harder and it burnt but it was such an amazing feeling.
“You like being the Bonnie to my Clyde?” His lip twisted into a slightly evil smile.
“I don’t think Clyde ever fucked Bonnie quite like this.”
Spencer chuckled deeply, burying himself so deeply inside of you that you felt his cock in your stomach. Your eyes widened and you moaned louder than ever as he stilled his movements.
His mouth fell open as he stared down at you and the darkness in his eyes faded and was replaced by something much softer. He took hold of your left hand and inspected his grandmother's gold band on your finger.
“I can’t fall in love with you.” He confessed, his voice cracking as he spoke. “We’re in this together, bound to each other. But I cannot fall in love with you.”
“You say that like you haven’t already.” You clenched around him and his eyes briefly closed at the sensation.
The rumble of tires sounded in the distance and moments later an old Cadaliac flew past, sending particles of sand and dirt flying around you. The car didn’t slow down, hopefully you hadn’t just given them an eye full. He bucked his hips once before stilling again.
“It’s not love sweetheart,” he dropped your hand again. “It’s intoxication. I am drunk on this sweet, tight pussy.”
You moaned at his words, clamping your walls around him again.
“You keep telling yourself that.” You smirked. “But I’m a better profilier than you give me credit for.”
“Princess, for me to be in love with you would imply I have a heart. Trust me when I say, that particular organ is long gone. But I have another organ that is quite infatuated with your body.” He suddenly jerked his hips roughly and soon started fucking you again, somehow harder than before.
He continued his barrage until your mouth fell open and your body started trembling around him and you screamed out into the wide open nothingness as you came around his cock.
As soon as you’d let loose he allowed himself to succumb to his own orgasm and buried deep inside of you once more while he spilled his seed. His body collapsed on top of you, pinning you to the hood of the car while he panted against your neck.
For a few moments you stayed like this, awash with the post-coital haze in the middle of the desert. When he pulled out, he turned his back on you while he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. You continued to sit there in a daze.
He collected up the gun and cell phone and didn’t look at you as he moved towards the driver's side door.
“Get dressed. We need to go.” He spat as he threw the door open.
His hands were shaking as he grasped the steering wheel and the weight of his feelings seemingly came crashing down around him. He was in love with you, it was painfully true, but he couldn’t be in love with you. He wouldn’t allow it.
It was time to start from the ground up, rebuild his fortification brick by brick and be careful to make it airtight. He would not make this mistake again, he would not fall victim to another pretty faced siren. You would be his permanent reminder of why he’d built those walls in the first place so as to never make the error as to let someone in again.
But no matter how solid he built those walls, it was too late. You had already breached his castle, and were sitting atop the throne of his heart. Your hold on him felt much like he had been tossed out to sea with no life preserver and he’d forgotten how to swim.
But if the choice was between allowing himself to be vulnerable with you or drowning, he knew what he would rather.
Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet,
So please come in and take a seat.
Here's the part where I learn, and you will teach,
On how to treat people like a piece of meat.
I want a genuine, not a replica,
Lethal medicine, a pin to the cornea.
A sight for sore eyes,
While other guys consume the lie, I'll run and hide.
No doors exist on my fortress,
The only entrance is the one I bear.
You're nothing more than a temptress,
I fell victim to a heartless snare.
Burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I cannot trust you easily,
Or think that I'm the only one.
I never let people in,
And I have you to remind me why.
So, baby, burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I'd rather drown,
I'm the master of construction,
Because I'm building walls like it's my occupation.
If you portray a liar,
I'll shut you out without hesitation.
It's an art form of consummate skill,
Oh, how she plays them like the pawn.
Making boys drool at her will,
Like Pavlov to the dogs.
No doors exist on my fortress,
The only entrance is the one I bear.
You're nothing more than a temptress,
I fell victim to a heartless snare.
Burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I cannot trust you easily,
Or think that I'm the only one.
I never let people in,
And I have you to remind me why.
So, baby, burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather,
Drown me, slit my throat so lightly,
Pick me up and drop me right into my grave.
And now I wonder, sit alone and ponder,
Should I even bother, when I see your face?
The itch I couldn't scratch,
Thought I'd come crawling back, but no.
I'd much rather, rather, rather, rather, rather (sing it, boys),
I'd rather burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I cannot trust you easily,
Or think that I'm the only one.
I never let people in,
And I have you to remind me why.
So, baby, burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
Go ahead and burn the bridge right down,
It's what you wanted.
Burn the bridge right down,
I'm not the only one, the only one.
So, baby, burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again.
I'd rather drown.
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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead
Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.
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Chapter Five
Nancy waited for her sister patiently at the bottom of the stairs, but she was taking longer than she should have for someone who knows now how to get dressed herself. She was just about to go up there when Holly came bounding down the stairs, her blond hair loose around her shoulders.
"I'm ready for the mall, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed. "I put on makeup just like you would."
Nancy put her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. Holly was wearing bright blue eyeshadow that was spread across her eyelids and well over her eyebrows. It made her look permanently surprised. She had lipstick spread across her lips and around them.
"Did you look in the mirror yet, Holly?" Nancy asked.
"No, does it look bad?" Holly asked.
She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. It caused her mother to come in from the living room.
"What is going - Oh my goodness," Karen snorted.
"Apparently, she put on makeup just like I would," Nancy giggled.
Karen picked up the polaroid from the hallway table and snapped a picture.
"Can I see, Mommy?" Holly asked, and she showed her. "Oh! I look so silly. I look like a clown."
Holly giggled and honked her nose. Nancy swooped her up in a hug and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Karen had snapped another picture. Nancy settled her on her hip.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll braid your hair," Nancy chuckled as she bounded up the stairs.
Karen dropped them off at the mall, announcing as they got out of the car that she would be running errands and that she would be back soon. Nancy scoffed as she watched her mother drive away. She knew exactly what kind of errands she would be doing. Ally told her what she saw her mother doing at the mall. . .checking out Billy like most women. Not only was it disgusting because he was an evil asshole but he was also the same age as Nancy. Honestly, his personality was too ugly for her to find him attractive. That was the difference between him and Jonathan. . .intent. It was also the fact that Jonathan actually gave a shit about his brother. Maybe that was attracted her to Jonathan in the first place. Before Nancy could venture further into her darkening thoughts, she felt a tug on her dress.
"Come on, Nancy!" Holly said.
She smiled at her sister and took her hand, deciding to enjoy the outing. Nancy and Holly went to the bookstore first, where she had to pull Holly away. She was really happy that Holly was interested in reading but she also needed to buy her shoes before lunch. The kid was outgrowing the shoes faster than she could wear them out. Of course, with the new shoes, Holly also wanted a dress to go with them. She ended up finding a purple one with flowers on it and one that's similar to hers for Nancy. They twirled in front of the mirror.
"What do you think? Should we pay for them and wear them out of the store?" Nancy asked.
"Yes!" Holly grinned.
Once they paid for them and got bags for their other clothes, they started heading towards the food court. Nancy made sure they chose a place that served chicken nuggets. While Holly loved all food, chicken nuggets were always a must with her. She was looking for a place to sit down when she spotted Eddie sitting with a couple of his friends. He spotted her, and his face brightened up at the sight of her.
"Nancy!" Eddie exclaimed, waving her over.
He had forgotten that his legs had been wrapped around the chair, and in his hurry to jump up, he stumbled to the ground. His friends burst into laughter. Nancy giggled.
"You want to meet my friend Eddie?" Nancy asked Holly.
"Yeah, he looks funny!"
Carrying their baskets and their bags, they wandered over to the table. Eddie dusted himself off and stood up. He smiled when they arrived at the table.
"Nice face plant, Eddie," Nancy said.
"I meant to do that," Eddie said.
"If your purpose was to kiss the floor," Nancy said, and his friends laughed. "Then yeah, you succeeded."
"Nancy Wheeler, these are my friends Gareth and Jeff," Eddie introduced. "They're also in Hellfire and in my band, Corroded Coffin."
"Oh. You didn't tell me you were in a band," Nancy said.
"You didn't tell her you were in a band?" Gareth asked him mockingly.
"Our band?" Jeff asked, and Eddie rolled his eyes.
"And who's this little lady?" He asked.
"My sister, Holly," Nancy introduced.
"Hi, Mr. Eddie, we got matching dresses!" Holly said.
"I see that. You guys look like a couple of pretty princesses," Eddie said.
"Who also fights dragons!" Holly exclaimed.
"Well, would a couple of princesses who fight dragons want to sit with us?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, you aren't scary," Holly said as she plopped down in the seat next to him while Nancy sat on Holly's other side.
"I'm not? Well, that's a first," Eddie said.
"You're fluffy like a teddy bear," Holly said. "Eddie! Teddy!"
"I think that name is sticking, man," Jeff said with a snicker.
"Am I scary?" Holly asked.
"Oh, yeah, very," Eddie said with a gasp and clutched his chest, causing her to giggle. "So, what else you get?"
"The Hobbit. Nancy said I would like it," Holly said. "Our bubba, Mike, won't let us use his book."
"Oh, you're going to love it," Eddie grinned. "Why won't this Mike let you use his book?"
"Mike is an asshole," Holly said seriously, and the boys struggled not to laugh.
"Holly!" Nancy exclaimed. "You shouldn't call him that!"
"What if he is being one?" Holly asked.
"Yeah, Nancy, what if he is being one?" Eddie asked, and she glared at him.
"You still shouldn't," Nancy said.
"You call him that all the time, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed.
"Eat your chicken nuggets, Holly," Nancy said, trying to hide her amusement.
"You ladies doing more shopping after this?" Eddie asked.
"No, Nancy's going to take to me Scoops Ahoy to get ice cream, and she's got a surprise for me," Holly said.
Nancy mouthed Steve’s name over Holly's head, and Eddie grinned.
"That sounds like fun," Eddie said.
"Well, look at that. . .we've got to go," Jeff said, nudging Gareth.
"Oh, yes, we just remembered we've got that thing," Gareth said.
"We were supposed to browse the new music store after lunch," Eddie frowned.
"Well, like we said, we've got that thing," Jeff grinned.
"Teddy! Do you want to come with us?" Holly asked. "Do you know Steve? He works there."
"Oh. I know Steve. I like Steve," Eddie said.
Jeff and Gareth shared a knowing look. Nancy grinned. It looked like they suspected the same thing that she did.
"I like Steve too," Holly grinned.
"Holly, who told you that Steve works there?" Nancy asked.
"Mike," she replied.
Nancy rolled her eyes. Of course, that asshole would ruin the surprise.
"You just called him that word in your head, didn't you?" Eddie grinned and winked at her.
Nancy blushed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, we've got to go," Jeff grinned. "Have fun with Eddie."
"Teddy, you mean," Gareth said as they stood up.
"Bye, Mr. Gareth! Bye, Mr. Jeff!" Holly exclaimed.
"Farewell, Princess Holly," Gareth bowed.
"Oh, fiercest warrior and slayer of dragons," Jeff bowed. "Farewell."
Holly giggled and waved at them until she couldn't see them anymore. She sat back in her seat.
"I like them," Holly said.
"Eh, they're okay," Eddie shrugged with a grin.
"I like Jeff. He's cute, but he's too old, though," Holly said.
"You hear that, Nance? He's cute, but he's old," Eddie grinned.
"Oh God," Nancy laughed.
"Kids say the darndest things," Eddie said.
Once they were finished with their food, they started walking towards Scoops Ahoy. Holly took Nancy's hand and then Eddie's.
"So, you don't get lost," Holly said.
"Smart," Eddie said. "Metalheads like me are very well known for getting lost in malls."
"I didn't know that," Holly gasped. "Nancy, we can't let him get lost."
Nancy's heart fluttered in her chest as she watched Eddie converse happily with her little sister. He was great with her, too. His grin was so wide as he talked animatedly with Holly that he was flashing his dimples. They were very cute and suited him well. Eddie noticed her staring, and he winked at her. Nancy felt her cheeks warm.
"There it is!" Holly exclaimed. "That's it, isn't it?"
"Yes, but - " Nancy started to say.
Holly slipped from their grasps and ran ahead of them. They started running after her, but she was quick to dive between people's legs.
"Jesus! This kid is fast!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Holly!" Nancy yelled.
Suddenly, they heard her scream and they were running faster than ever. They found her lying on the floor, a large stony faced man glaring down at her. Holly's bottom lip was trembling. Nancy realized that it was the delivery guy who had dropped off the ice cream. He growled at Holly, and crocodile tears started welling up in Holly's eyes.
"I'm sorry I ran into you. I didn't mean to," Holly whimpered.
"Hey! The kid said she was sorry! Do you have anything better to do than to scare the shit out of her?!" Eddie snapped, and the man was growling at him now. "Do you understand me? Fuck off, man!"
Nancy knelt down next to Holly and pulled her to her side. The man stepped into Eddie's face menacingly. There was a flash of fear in Eddie's eyes, but he stood his ground, clenched his jaw, and stared at the man right back. When the man realized he was drawing attention from other people, he snorted and walked off. Holly pulled herself out of Nancy's arms and threw her arms around Eddie's legs.
"Are you okay, Teddy?" Holly asked. "I thought he was going to hurt you."
"I'm okay, sweetheart," Eddie said and scooped her up. "Are you okay?"
"I think I scraped my elbow," Holly said.
"Well, let's get that fixed up, shall we?" Eddie said and pulled out his first aid kit. "We can use Princess Nigel. Steve gave him to me, and I named him."
They went to the nearest bench where Nancy pulled Holly into her lap. Eddie knelt in front of her and started patching up her elbow. He stuck his tongue out while he worked.
"I'm sorry for running away, I just got excited," Holly sniffed.
"Well, you scared the crap out of me and your sister, but I think you scared Nancy the most," Eddie said softly.
She didn't realize how close to crying she had been until Eddie had said something or that she was shaking.
"I'm sorry, sissy," Holly said.
"You're okay now. That's the important thing. Always hold hands, though, okay? Promise?" Nancy asked.
"Promise," Holly sniffed. "I'm sorry too, Teddy."
"It's alright. You know, I get into accidents all the time. I'm a huge klutz which is why Steve gave me this," Eddie said as he slipped it into pocket. "I gotta say, though. You're a lot braver than I would have been. I would have shit my pants."
"Then Nancy would have to change you just like she did when I was a baby," Holly giggled.
Eddie and Nancy laughed.
"You know, since you got injured in the line of duty, I think this little warrior deserves a piggyback ride," Eddie said and turned around.
Holly cheered as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He snorted like a pig and started walking with Nancy, who was gazing at him fondly.
"Teddy! Always hold hands, remember?" Holly asked.
Eddie grinned and held out his hand towards Nancy, wiggling his fingers at her. Nancy blushed and took his hand. Somewhere along the way, their fingers slid together. When they entered the parlor, Holly immediately jumped down from Eddie's back and started running towards the counter. Steve ran out and met her halfway, scooping her up.
"There's my girl!" Steve exclaimed.
"I missed you!" Holly squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I missed you too, pumpkin," Steve said.
"I like your outfit," Holly said.
"I like yours," he replied.
"It matches Nancy's outfit," Holly stated proudly.
"I see that," Steve laughed. "But you know what it needs?"
He took off his hat and plopped it down on her head. She giggled madly.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Better than I do in the hat," he said. "What have you been up to? Catch me up."
"Me and Teddy almost got eaten by a troll!" Holly exclaimed.
"Okay, I'm a little lost," Steve said.
Nancy watched with a smile on her face as Eddie and Holly both recounted the story in their own adorable way. She loved the way that Holly lit up with both of them. Looking at Steve with Holly, she knew without a doubt that she was still in love with Steve, but there was also something else stirring for Eddie as well. As she looked at both of them, she knew she couldn't put them through what she put Steve through, especially since she could recognize that Steve and Eddie were starting to like one another. She couldn't come between that, and she couldn't mess it up for Holly. If only there was a way for her to be with both of them. Her eyes slid to Robin's, who was now looking at her with wide eyes. It looks like she figured it out, too. Robin slowly raised her hands and gave her two thumbs up. Nancy didn't know what that was supposed to mean. She ignored it and sat down to enjoy some ice cream with the three of them, pushing aside the warm feelings of affection in her stomach.
Chapter Six
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Helloooo, 💕💕💕💕
I had an idea for a fratt and reader fluff piece. They are stuck in the car on a road trip, Frank is driving (because is his truck), Matt is in the copilot seat and Reader is in the middle seat in the back.
She falls asleep and Matt asks Frank to stop the car. Frank asks him "Why?" and Matt says "Because I want to cuddle with her".
When Matt is in the back, Frank asks him "Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?"
That's it, I leave the rest up to you 😘😘😘
Also I wanted to thank you again for doing my request about the teddy bear, it was the cutest like these two gentlemen 😍😍😍😍
I am so sorry for the wait, darling! I had a lot going on. I've honestly never written for Fratt or Frank before in my life, so this is my first. I tried my best, and I hope I did your request justice <3 I’m so happy the teddy bear request was to your liking, so I hope that it’s the same with this one. Sending you all the hugs and kisses, especially for these gifs!!
Ours | Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader
Summary: You fall asleep in the car and the boys wonder why that always happens.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff
Word Count: 2.6k
A/n: I have no idea if this is good enough or not, but...I tried? Let me know if you liked it and maybe I'll write more for Frank in the future. I don't know. Also, I have decided not to tag for this because I'm not sure how everyone on my tag list stands with Frank. Since this is a poly ship and not everyone is into that :) Just so you know that I didn’t forget you, I just know not everyone ships Fratt. This is the first fic in that direction I’ve ever written, and I’m a bit shy, but oh well…
The purr of the engine resonates through the cab of Frank's weathered truck as it speeds down the open highway, the asphalt stretching out before them like an endless ribbon. The moon stands high in the sky, the clock showing an even number of 4:00 am. The car is dark except for the light of the controls and the headlights reflecting off the puddles in the road.
At first, the radio had been playing a random 80s rock tune, but as soon as Matt slipped into the driver’s seat, he sneered at Frank, “Turn that off.”
In response, Frank turned up the volume even more. You told him before that it’s your favorite song, and you wanted to hear it.
“Fuck that!” he’d said. “Our girl wants to hear this. You wanna say no to our girl, Red?”
You smiled so innocently from the backseat, Matt could only sigh and cup his ears to try and keep the volume out. With his heightened senses, something as easy as that won’t even remotely work, but he tried.
Frank laughed out loud. “Told ya!” And then he sang along with you to whatever song came after that one, and Matt had to suffer through it.
The first ten minutes of this drive were torture, to say the least.
Matt accepted it for a while, but eventually decided he had enough and turned the radio off entirely, leaving the car in an eerie silence.
Now, you’re driving without music.
The gentle hum of the tires beneath you eventually lulls you into a peaceful daze. One second, you are lecturing Frank on why opening the car door and throwing Matt out of it while he was driving eighty miles per hour wasn’t such a good idea, the next you slowly start dozing off.
It doesn’t take long before the rhythmic vibrations of the car have you drifting off into a quiet slumber. The soft sounds of Matt and Frank's conversation turn into a distant murmur as your head nestles against the backrest. The gentle sway of the vehicle matches the cadence of your breaths, and soon you are lost in dreams.
Frank lifts his eyes off the road for a moment, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You don’t talk much, but every time the three of you come from a mission, the adrenaline runs high in your bloodstream and you become chatty. Ever since you went quiet, Frank has wondered whether or not you’ve fallen asleep, and he gets his proof when he looks at your sleeping form in the back.
Matt notices him shifting and he tilts his head slightly in your direction. The gentle rhythm of your heartbeat resonates in his ear, your breathing even, and your shirt brushes against your chest ever so slightly whenever it lifts to let some more oxygen into your lungs.
“She’s asleep,” he states.
“Yeah,” says Frank. He reaches back and cups your knee. You don’t move. “Dead fucking asleep, I’d say.”
Matt only shoots him a glare, his unfocused eyes landing on the point closest to where his voice is coming from. “Would you mind keeping both your hands on the steering wheel?”
Rolling his eyes, Frank straightens up. He wants to say something smart, but Matt has said more annoying things in the past. And when he looks at him, he can’t be mad because he looks so soft in the moonlight. It hits his dark curls just right, meeting the brown of his eyes and turning them slightly green, maybe even a little golden.
Matt Murdock is golden, Frank does not doubt that. More golden than you? No, but he is golden nonetheless. A golden retriever, you once called him, and you were onto something then.
Frank doesn’t like a lot of people, and while Matt can annoy the shit out of him, there’s something too good about him that makes it impossible for him to hate the man that’s sitting next to him, his red suit hugging his curves just right, the gloves that usually hug his thick fingers placed in his lap as he fidgets.
He’s aware that the relationship between you three is unconventional, but he couldn’t care less.
Matt frowns. “What?” he asks him.
Frank blinks. “Nothing.”
“Do I have something on my face?”
“Not yet,” he retorts.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I fucking said, Red. Exactly that.”
Once again, Matt only rolls his eyes. He leans back in his seat, head tilting even further to listen to you sleep. You sound so peaceful, your body slack with relaxation. You always sit in the middle so you can talk better to them, or hold his hand in the passenger seat. Whenever you’re alone with Frank, you are the passenger princess, but that changes as soon as Matt is involved. They sit in the front to protect you, that much is true, but Matt also gets sick easily in the back, so he always sits in the front. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to hold his hand every once in a while, so you recline in the backseat, always.
Matt reaches behind himself to cup your other thigh. You shift slightly, bucking into his touch as if seeking his comfort. Your heart skips a beat. With the moonlight hitting your face the same way it does him, Matt is sure you must look ethereal.
“She does,” Frank murmurs beside him.
He shoots him a confused glance, but Frank chuckles and adds, “You tend to think out loud when you’re turning into a needy mess. Ain’t my fault.”
A blush forms on Matt’s cheeks, and he instantly turns his head away. He forgets that Frank sees him better than anyone, probably. Not just in the literal sense but in a very deep, emotional way as well. They are so alike yet so different, and you only seem to tighten the bond they already shared from the beginning. With you, life is easier.
Matt slips his hand from your thigh back into his lap, and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. He leans over to Frank, his voice a low murmur. "Hey, could you do me a favor and pull over?" he asks, his hand already fidgeting with the seatbelt.
Frank's brows come together in confusion, so close they almost touch, and the slightest hint of frustration flickers in his eyes. "Why?" he asks back, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Matt's smile remains. "Because I want to cuddle with her," he confesses.
Frank's lips twitch into a half-smile as he glances at Matt. “You're such a fucking softie, you know that? It’s disgusting.”
Matt shrugs. "Well, she's asleep, and I don't want her to wake up all stiff and uncomfortable."
With a huff, Frank slows down and finds a spot on the side of the road where he can pull over. “You’re lucky your tits make great pillows,” he says as he pulls into the small lot.
He opens his mouth to protest, but one look at his armor makes him shut up. Frank isn’t entirely wrong.
The truck rumbles to a stop on the shoulder of the road, and Matt swiftly unfastens his seatbelt and moves to the backseat. He methodically makes his way forward by using his bare hands to find the door handle and then climbs back into the familiar interior.
Frank watches him through the rearview mirror, admiring how gracefully he moves, all just so he won’t disturb you. “You good back there?” he asks.
Matt nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. You can drive.”
Carefully, he slides in next to you, grabbing the blanket from the seat next to you. You must have been so tired, you forgot to make yourself comfortable. He wraps it around your form, tucking you in. The truck starts moving again, but he won’t let Frank’s driving distract him from taking care of what’s his.
Matt wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side, and you snuggle against his chest. The steady beat of his heart creates a soothing melody that harmonizes with the gentle hum of the car's engine.
As Frank resumes driving, his eyes occasionally flickering to the rearview mirror, he can’t help but smile at the sight. He had seen many things in his life, but the simple tenderness of this moment was a reminder of the unexpected bond you have formed over the past few months, and it continues to fasten every single day. Whether it’s sharing a bed, sharing dinner, or taking down a bunch of gang members in an abandoned warehouse far away from your familiar Hell’s Kitchen, you always find a way to come out better together.
After a while, as the sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the road, Frank's curiosity gets the better of him. He glances over at Matt, who is running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair, and his voice is gruff but tinged with intrigue when he speaks. “Hey, Red,” Frank says, catching his attention. “Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?”
Matt pouts. "I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe it's the steady rhythm, the feeling of movement. Makes her feel safe like she's being taken care of."
Frank nods thoughtfully, his grip firm on the steering wheel. "Yeah, maybe."
“Or maybe it’s us. She has this thing…” Matt shifts you slightly, and you curl even closer to him in your sleep. He chuckles. “She has this thing where her heartbeat skips whenever one of us is near, and then it slows when one of us touches her.”
“Slow down?” Frank cuts him off, a smirk on his lips. “Man, you sure about that?”
Matt kicks him. “Oh, shut up, Frank!” he says. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”
“C’mon, you can’t blame me. I may not have your super senses, but I know her body inside-out. I know that her heartbeat doesn’t slow down when we touch her.”
“You don’t really know her heartbeat then,” his voice is barely above a whisper. He lowers his lips to your forehead. Your heart jumps again as if you know what he’s doing. “Whenever we’re being affectionate with her–not in a sexual way, mind you–she calms down. She’s always so on edge, but when we’re together like this, when we’re talking and driving and everything is a little less heavy, that’s when she sleeps best. I can’t describe it, but it’s…it shows me that she feels safe with us. With you.”
In an instant, Frank shuts his mouth. Matt’s words make sense, but they still hit him hard. He has a hard time believing that anyone would feel safe in his presence, that anyone would love him, but whenever he looks at you, he knows he’s often just overthinking because you do.
You love him, you love Matt, and you love what the three of you have. You feel safe. You come to him when you’re sad, and he can come to you when he feels the same. You open up to him and Matt, no one else. You let your guard down for him. He never thought he would feel this way again, and it’s often overwhelming to even exist with all the pain he’s carrying, but he’s not alone anymore.
“Can’t say I blame her,” Matt adds.
Damn him, Frank thinks. He doesn’t even have to say what he’s thinking; Matt always knows. He hears his heartbeat, he hears his breathing change, and he feels something switch in the atmosphere, and he instantly knows something isn’t right. Frank thinks too much, even though it doesn’t seem that way, and Matt is very susceptible to people thinking too much. And he’s attentive.
Frank huffs, his fists clenching around the steering wheel. “Fifteen minutes, Red,” he says. “I’ll drop you off at your place. Both of you. I think she’ll be more than happy to stay with your annoying ass tonight.”
“We’re all staying at my place,” he sounds so calm back there.
“Can’t. I’m busy.”
“Yes, you can, and no, you’re not. You don’t have a life outside of me and her, and your guns. We both know that.”
Yes, he can. And no, he’s not busy.
Frank shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else. Matt continues to stroke your hair, his attention both on you and the man in the driver’s seat. A small smile plays on his lips. He’s home right here. With you, with Frank, even if it’s an open road–He’s home wherever you are because that’s where his heart is.
The journey continues through the night, the road unwinding beneath the truck's wheels. The moon remains their silent companion.
Even in your sleep, you seem to sense the harmony of the moment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nuzzle closer into Matt's chest.
Frank's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror once more, catching sight of your peaceful face. He can't deny that there is a certain comfort in seeing you this way, your guard down and your worries temporarily silenced by tranquility. It's a rare sight, one that fills him with a sense of contentment he didn't anticipate.
Matt's focus remains on you, his fingers lightly brushing against your hair. He marvels at the vulnerability you exhibit in your sleep.
He tilts his head slightly. "Does she look as peaceful as she sounds?" he asks softly.
Frank grunts in agreement. "Yeah, she does," he says.
Matt smiles. "Good." The miles slip away. The open road ahead holds a unique kind of therapy, and the world outside seems to fade into insignificance, leaving only the here and now.
Matt's fingers trace patterns on your arm as he speaks again, his voice low and steady. "You know, I think that when we're in the car, it's like a sanctuary for her," he says, adding to his previous answer. "The movement, the sounds, they offer a sense of security she rarely finds anywhere else. She said her life wasn't pretty before we came along, and we can argue that it still is far from pretty all we want, but she loves us. That counts for something, Frank."
Frank contemplates, his lips pursing. "Security?" he questions. Of course, he would pick the part he didn’t emphasize.
“Yeah.” Matt sighs, then he nods. “She feels safe with us. It's more than just the physical presence—it's the emotional support we provide. We're her safe haven,” he says.
Frank's eyes flicker to Matt's profile, his lips twitching into a shit-eating grin. “You've thought this through, huh?” He chuckles. “That’s a new one.”
Gone is the doubtful Frank, leaving behind the teasing asshole he likes to be. And Matt eats it up every single time.
He rolls his eyes, something he should get paid for at this point, but the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips. "I've had a lot of time to think," says Matt. "I always think, especially about her. And you."
A small chuckle escapes Frank's throat, the sound almost incredulous. He's trying to play off the blush that is threatening to break out. Whenever Matt is being sweet, he does it with such precision, Frank wants to break out into hives. But in a good way.
“I'll be damned, Red,” he says, his voice edging on a mock. “Who knew you could be such a fucking philosopher and shit-eating romantic at the same time?”
Matt's lips turn into a full-fledged grin. "Well, we all have our talents," he says.
"Yeah, I guess we do," Frank agrees, his voice softer than usual, even bordering on a whisper.
As the road stretches ahead, the miles disappearing beneath the truck's wheels, Matt's fingers continue their gentle dance along your skin. His touch is a silent promise that he's always going to be there for you, no matter what, and the sense of safety makes you melt. His touch holds a magic power, and you're too weak to fight it.
Frank's eyes flicker to the road again. He's not one to openly express emotions, but he knows that this connection—the one forged between you, Matt, and himself—is something he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. He finally has a reason to live again, and he'd be damned to let it go. To let you go.
"You think she knows?" His question hangs in the air. He doesn't even have to say what he means for Matt to understand.
Matt's expression softens as he takes in the sight of your peaceful form. "I think she feels it," he answers. "She knows she's cared for. She’s knows we’re here for her. That we love her. Both of us."
It's a simple truth that Frank has come to realize over time—that you've found a home within their unconventional dynamic, and that the sanctuary of the car is just one representation of the security they offer you. You spend most of your time there, anyway.
And so, the miles roll on. With the open road stretching before you, and the soft embrace of sleep enveloping you, you continue your trek, each moment etching your story deeper into the tapestry of your lives.
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Life Waster - CL16 x FemDriver!Reader - Chapter One
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Authors Note: This took me absolutely forever because I spent more time thinking and watching edits of Charles on TikTok than I did doing actual writing. There’s probably a lot of typos and grammar mistakes so just ignore that. Additionally, any feedback is much appreciated!
Warnings: Swearing, slight mention of death, mentions of weed, if I missed any please tell me
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A Grammy and Rock Sound feature was always the goal, but shit happens I guess. Life was great, we were selling out stadiums and on the verge of our first world tour; then he died and everything fell apart. Formula 1 was always Dad’s dream, not mine, but I think a piece of me died along with him, and I threw myself into racing to fill the JJ-sized hole in my heart. All I was left with was a hard drive of the songs we had written over the years and a letter telling me to go kick some ass. I dove headfirst into the depths of uncertainty and somehow still made it out on top.
“Ms. L/N, we’re here.” The driver calls from the front seat, looking at me in skepticism through the rear view mirror.
I mutter in thanks as I open the car door and step out toward the doors of the front office, backpack in tow. The only directions left for me in the email were to head to the front office in the morning and someone would guide me from there. There’s a lady at the desk with black glasses perched atop her nose as she tapped away at her computer. She barely acknowledges me at first, but after a few seconds of standing there, she looks up at me.
”Oh, hello,” She says with a kind smile, “What can I help you with?”
“Uh, I’m Y/N L/N. I was told that someone would meet me at the front office.” I naw the inside of my cheek, slightly terrified at the new environment.
”Oh, yes. We’ve been expecting you,” If possible, her smile grows wider and she picks up the receiver of the phone, beginning to dial a number, “I’ll call down and let Mr. Horner know that you’ve arrived.”
We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before she starts to speak into the phone. “Hi, Christian. Ms. L/N is down at the office.” She pauses while the other person on the phone speaks. “Okay, thank you, buh-bye.”
”April is on her way down to get you and give you a tour,” she says, her French accent much more prominent than it was before. “In the meantime, I’ll get you all set up.”
She digs around below her desk for a moment, before finally popping up and setting a keycard on a red lanyard with the words ‘driver’s pass’ on the desk in front of me. “This is your temporary pass, you’ll get a new one with your picture on it after media and such is done, but for now this is going to get you wherever you need to go on the property.”
“Thank you,” I say with a nod, as a tall girl in a Red Bull Racing jacket walks through the door to the right.
The lady at the desk smiles at the other girl and says, “I’m Susie and I’ll always be here for whatever you need. Trust me, those boys can be a handful.”
I force a smile at her, praying it looks genuine enough because I knew what kind of shit storm I was walking into and still signed the contract anyway, like an idiot.
The tall girl holds out her hand to me and says, “Lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” She talks fast and barely gives herself a second to breathe before continuing. “I’m April, and I’ll be your personal trainer, assistant, therapist, honestly just whatever you might need while you’re here with the Red Bull teams.”
There’s a hint of humor to her voice so I try to let out a laugh, but it’s hard when I’ve spent the last year or so wallowing in self pity.
“I know this whole experience is much different than F2 and I hate to rush you while you take it in but we do have to get started with the tour so you can meet Mr. Horner before he leaves for his debrief.” April says, grabbing her own pass off her neck, which instead says ‘staff’ and turns toward the door she came through before.
“If I would have known I was meeting important people today I would have worn something nicer than a hoodie.” I grumble to myself.
April must have heard me because she wiggles her finger at me with a smirk on her face and says, “You’re funny, I like you.”
We walk in silence out into the parking lot between the front building and the massive team building. April asks, “Do you have a car over here yet?”
”No, I haven’t really got around to that yet.” I reply, taking in the view of all the sports cars lined up that probably cost more than the house I grew up in each.
“Oh, well when you do, this is driver parking. Most guys tend to keep a car at their homes here rather than taking a cab since it’s a lot of back and forth.” She gestures to all of the cars parked in front of their respective sections. “The guard over at the side gate will buzz you in 24/7 if you just show him your pass.”
“Good to know.” I say as we walk up to the two glass doors with the Red Bull logo painted above.
The opening lounge is small, but still gives a feeling of comfort, rather than sterile like the front office. There are trophies lining the shelves on the walls and two World Champion trophies are held in a glass case front and center.
“Your home base is actually in the Alpha Tauri section next door but the team is meeting here for the sake of simplicity.” April says, throwing a smile at me over her shoulder as she turns left down the hallway.
She stops at a door labeled ‘boardroom’ and winks at me saying, “They aren’t as scary as they seem.”
Well that’s comforting.
April knocks twice and opens the door to reveal to reveal four guys seated around the table; two of which dressed head to toe in Red Bull gear as if they just stepped out of a commercial, one of which in a full suit, and the shortest one dressed as if he had just woken from a nap.
“Mr. Horner, this is Y/N.” April says, gesturing to me as I step into the room behind her. I’ve never met Christian Horner outside of a five minute phone call but I can only assume who he is as the man in the suit stands up and holds out his hand to me.
”Y/N L/N, it's so great to finally meet you in person.” Christian says, shaking my hand. “Unfortunately I do have to get going because the engineers can get quite pissy when things are behind schedule, but I suppose you know all about that from Formula 2, right?”
”Yeah, my team had quite the attitude.” I say, trying to sound funny but somehow sounding like the uptight bitches I used to race with back in F3.
“Anyways,” he says, still keeping up his diplomatic smile. “Boys, this is Y/N L/N, the new driver for Alpha Tauri. I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.”
Christian excuses himself and heads out the door, leaving me with April, who is still somewhat of a stranger, and the three men who I have only ever seen on TV.
The first guy stands up and gives me a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms, “I’m Daniel Riccardo, I actually drive for Red Bull but we’ll probably still see a lot of each other.” He points at the guy next to him and continues. “Mr. Two Time World Champ over here is Max Verstappen, I assume you know who he drives for.”
Max nods at me and says, “Welcome to the team, Y/N.” His Dutch accent very prominent.
Finally, Daniel turns to the guy at the end of the table, “Last but certainly not least, the little firecracker over there is Yuki Tsunoda.”
Yuki rolls his eyes at the nickname and starts, “Hey, I’ll be driving on Alpha Tauri with you.”
”Firecracker as in his favorite English word is fuck and he sure knows how to use it,” April chimes in, a near permanent smile stuck to her face.
Yuki smiles and laughs quietly as Max says, “I trust April will get you all ready for media day tomorrow.”
”I was really hoping I was done with photoshoots but I guess even a change in career didn’t help with that.” I say, still not fully believing that this wasn’t a dream and I’m actually in Formula 1.
“Well, we better continue with our tour and let the boys get back to whatever work I know they are trying to avoid.” April says, eyeing Daniel with a knowing look as she opens the door to the hall.
“See y’all tomorrow,” I say, looking back at the group of guys staring at me. I then follow April out the door, a chorus of goodbyes yelled behind me.
April leads me back outside and then through the glass doors to the Alpha Tauri section. She finally stops once we reach a door that had already been labeled with my last name.
”This is your drivers room,” She says, opening the door to a plain room with a couch and a small vanity, “Feel free to decorate however you see fit.”
I can already visualize my plans for the room; some scenic pictures to hang on the walls, a few comfy blankets to throw on the couch for naps in between meetings, and maybe a cute rug to cover up the concrete floor.
April gestures to the closet next to the vanity, “Your fireproofs, suit, helmet, and any other gear you may have ordered are in the closet.”
Set on the vanity is a vase of flowers with a card tucked under the vase. I step over and pick up the card, carefully tearing open the envelope, and reading it. Inside are the words, ‘Welcome to The Grid, Y/N’ and it seems to have been signed by every driver on The Grid.
”I think they’re trying to make a good impression on the first female competitor they’ve seen in a long time; you might even be the first for the newer ones.” April says, looking over my shoulder.
“Well it takes a lot more to impress me than flowers, I mean even my freshman prom date bought me flowers.” I say, laughing at their attempt to soften me up.
”Your garage is right down the hall and it's labeled so you’ll be able to find it easily. Sadly, we can’t go in today, but you’ll get to see the car on Wednesday when you meet your engineer and we start the first round of pre-season practices.” April says, leaning up against the closet, “You’ll have to be ready to go for media in the main building with all your gear tomorrow at 1:00 but feel free to get ready here.”
”Well at least I’ll get to sleep off some of this jet lag,” I joke.
”That’s the spirit, take every moment you get to sleep, it’ll help.” April says, rubbing her hands together as she continues, “Now, we go meet the Athletic Trainer for a pee test and your first physical.”
Well I guess that means no more pot for me.
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I flop face first down onto my bed, well if it can really be considered a bed. Right now I’m just sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my apartment. I haven’t had the time or energy to unpack so everything is just sitting around in boxes, and the furniture I did buy, has yet to be built or unboxed.
My physical lasted much longer than I had anticipated; the strength testing and medical assessments taking up much of the rest of the day. The six hour time difference is really beginning to take a toll on me and I am nearly asleep when my phone buzzes next to me.
Dad: Your mom showed up at my doorstep, screaming that you were nowhere to be found. Care to explain?
Fuck that. I’ll deal with him in the morning.
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As I stand before the mirror, dressed in my race suit with my hair loosely curled and my makeup freshly done, I have to take slow, deep breaths to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. All eyes are going to be on me today because the first woman on The Grid in nearly ten years is sure to be a spectacle for the other drivers and staff. I should be used to having people stare at me. Hell, I spent years performing on stage in front of massive crowds. But my ‘fall from grace’ as the Rock world has dubbed it, has caused me to hate the constant stares of others. Formula 1 might not have been the best choice of career, but I need to take back the piece of my childhood that I cherished dearly.
My phone dings from its place on the vanity;
April: We’re nearly ready to start shooting, so get over here as soon as you can :)
If these guys have managed to find anything about who I was years ago, I’m sure their opinions of me are already set in stone, but I still can’t let holding up the order of business lead them to think I’m inconsiderate to everyone else’s schedule.
I speed-walk my way out of the Alpha Tauri building and over to the main building, carrying my helmet just in case I need it for a photo.
When I enter the room where the cameras were being set up, all the drivers were huddled around in little circles. The lively colors of each team’s uniform were intermixed, showing that they all must get along well. If they don’t like me, it seems that I’ll be spending the majority of the next year alone.
With the spectacular luck that life has given me, the door is extremely squeaky, causing everyone to look up at me. Immediately, Max waves me over to the group he was standing with.
Hesitantly, I walk over and the tall blonde guy in the Mercedes uniform eyes me with a smile.
”Well you look scared shitless,” He says, the slightly devious but still kind smirk present on his face.
”Don’t be a dick, George,” The French one next to him says as he elbows George in the stomach, “I’m Pierre. Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.”
”Hey, I’m not that bad,” George throws back, giving Pierre a slight shove. The other guys laugh at their antics, so I force out a little laugh.
I barely get another second to listen to their introductions before a staff member calls out, “L/N, you’re up first! Tsunoda, you’re on deck!” I send an awkward wave to the group as I walk over to where the cameras are set up.
”Alright, we’ll need you to fill out the first day of F1 board.” The staff member says, passing a chalkboard to me.
I begin to fill it out.
Name: Well that’s easy.
Season: #1
I Am From: Miami, FL
My Fave Food Is: Mac & Cheese
My Hype Song Is:…
I’m tempted to put one of my songs here, but I think I’ll make them work harder to discover that piece of me.
My Hype Song Is: Gimme Gimme Gimme - Abba
This Year I Will: Kick ass.
I stand in front of the camera as the photographer snaps a few photos of me with the board. Again, everyone in the room is staring at me.
”Hey Logan, we found you a Floridian!” George calls out in the direction of the blonde in the Williams Racing suit.
Tall blonde- who must be Logan- gives me a bright smile and calls out, “we gotta represent, girly!”
I actually let out a laugh at this as a staff member takes the board from me and sets me up for the headshots. Not knowing what the usual protocol for Formula 1 headshots is, I give the camera a light smile.
I can feel someone staring at me intently, as if they look hard enough they could see the deepest parts of my soul. When I look over to the area behind the camera where all the drivers are standing around, I immediately see Mr. Laser Eyes.
He’s partly concealed by the shadows but his dark eyes still bare into my soul. His hair is a dark and curly mess, like he’s just gotten out of bed; but damn does he make bedhead look good. He’s dressed in an almost too tight Ferrari suit. He towers over Tsunoda, but that isn’t too hard to achieve.
We hold eye contact for a few seconds; it's almost magnetic, before he shifts his eyes back to the conversation he was having with Pierre and George.
“Okay, that’s all we needed,” The photographer says, motioning me off the stool as he calls for Tsunoda.
I walk back over to Pierre, George, and the Ferrari driver who had been staring at me. Immediately, he looks me up and down with a smirk before saying, “Good choice of music, rookie.”
My face heats up, and I’m sure I look like a walking tomato. “Yeah, Momma Mia is my favorite musical.” I say quietly.
George and Pierre start snickering to themselves quietly as the Ferrari driver says, “I’m Charles Leclerc.”
Even his accent is fucking sexy.
“Y/N L/N.” I reply.
”Don’t worry, everyone knows your name already.” Charles says with a little laugh. This puts a look of fear and shock on my face.
”In two weeks time, everyone in the world is going to know your name.” George says, throwing his arm over my shoulder.
”Yeah that makes me feel a lot better, thanks Princess.” I spit back sarcastically, using the well-known nickname the media has given George in recent years. Pierre cackles hysterically, so much so that he struggles to catch his breath.
After a bit of throwing sarcastic insults back-and-forth with George, and him taking his turn for headshots, individual pictures are complete.
“Wait, we have to get a group picture of this years’ rookies!” Max calls, a devious smile on his face as he looks in my direction. I roll my eyes as I walk over in front of the camera and am joined by Logan and the blonde McLaren driver.
“I’m Oscar,” the McLaren driver says and he and Logan stand on either side of me. We put our arms around each other's shoulders “to show unity” as the photographer told us. The three of us gave bright smiles to the camera, trying to show that Formula 1 isn’t as scary as it seems when in reality, all of us are terrified to step out onto that track for the first time.
“Alright, lets get all of the drivers out here now.” The photographer says after snapping. Few photos of Logan, Oscar, and I. Immediately, the staff get to work on moving a bunch of prop boxes out into the studio as all the drivers flood the area. I’m directed by the photographer to sit on the tallest box, which I do have to get a running start to jump up on, and lean back on my hands with my legs crossed.
After a few moments of getting everyone else into position, the photographer finally gives us the signal to get our game faces on. Noticing that no one else is smiling at the camera, I tilt my head back a bit and glare at the camera. Although I am the highest up and the farthest back, I’m sure you will still be able to pick up my noticeable annoyance by looking at me in the photo.
“Everyone is free to go!” A lady, who I’m assuming is the head of media, yelled into the crowd of drivers. As everyone disperses, I’m speed walking to the door as to get out of there as quickly as possible, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around to see George, Pierre, Oscar, Logan, and a few other drivers I haven’t formally met yet.
George looks at me with puppy eyes as he says, “We’re going out to get drinks, do you want to come with?”
They’re all staring at me intently, waiting for my reply.
”I can’t. I actually haven’t even unpacked my stuff yet and the furniture for my apartment hasn’t been built yet so I better get on that.” I say, avoiding eye contact so I don’t have to see the disappointed looks on their faces.
”What if we help you unpack?” The British, curly-haired boy asks, before saying with a wink. “Lando Norris, at your service. Do you have booze?”
I freeze up, not expecting them to want to change their plans to hang out with me so soon after meeting them. “I mean I guess, but my fridge is completely empty, so no booze.”
”Eh, we’ll just make Max pick some up on his way,” Lando says, waving it off while George yells, “Fuck yeah, party time!” Leading the entire room to burst into laugher.
Well, this is either going to end in losing my security deposit or getting so drunk that I won’t remember what embarrassing shit I’m sure to do by tomorrow morning.
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Happy Accident
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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20
Irondad fic ideas #86
Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.
Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.”
Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“
And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.
This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)
SLAM!
“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”
“Sorry, Happy!”
“Just remember next time.”
“I will.”
Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.
Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly.
Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines. But still. Similar.
Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.
“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”
“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.”
Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider.
Silence.
Crickets.
Silent crickets.
“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!”
Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.
Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.
“Happy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”
“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”
“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.
Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.
“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly.
After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.
As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”
He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man.
“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”
Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug.
“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”
“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.
Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t.
Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.
“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.
“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice.
“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean?
Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid.
But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
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This came from an ask request I received, but was asked not to publicly answer. I'll have at least two more stories from that request. I appreciate the person who asked. I hope everyone enjoys. - MJ
Whumper had kidnapped Whumpee years ago. It started off fun for him. Whumpee's screams were the sweetest, but it got boring for Whumper, or so he said.
Honestly he hated to admit it, but Whumpee grew on him. Their relationship became fairly civil.
"I tried to squash the bug, now all they do is bug me. I can't get rid of them either", Whumper often joked.
Whumpee would just role their eyes while Whumper laughed.
"Where were you?", Whumper met Whumpee as they came inside, "you know you have a curfew, and you passed that an hour ago."
"What, are you afraid I'll get kidnapped", Whumpee taunted.
"Oh by all means, if that's what you want, we can go back to that without troubling someone else", Whumper reminded, "If you think that is the only thing that crosses my mind when I have no idea where you are you're sadly mistaking."
Whumpee started to go up some stairs to their bedroom, "I lost track of time, I'm sorry."
"Where were you?", Whumper frowned.
"At the park, I was watching some kids skateboarding", Whumpee turned, "do you think I could try skateboarding."
"Whumpee you have a hard time balancing on solid ground, and you want to put wheels under you. Plus your body isn't exactly in good shape", Whumper stated.
"I wonder why", Whumpee stopped.
"YOU DID THIS....", Whumpee yelled as they turned. Suddenly, their knees gave out, and they fell down the steps.
"Whumpee", Whumper frantically yelled as Whumpee fell down the stairs and landed right in front of him.
Whumper quickly knelt down, "Whumpee, Whumpee talk to me."
Whumpee shot a scared look at Whumper as they struggled to breath, "it.... it h-hurts", they managed to groan.
"Okay, what hurts?", Whumper hurried and pulled their phone out, "did you hit your head?"
"N-no", Whumpee winced, "leg... my leg and shoulder... can't breath."
Whumper dialed Caretaker.
"Hello Caretaker, I-I need help", Whumper frantically spoke into the phone, "Whumpee, Whumpee fell down the stairs, we were arguing, they turned to say something. Their knees buckled, and they went down. I-I can't drive them, and an ambulance is impossible to get out here."
"My cars in the shop. They're awake, they said they didn't hit their head, but they are in pain", Whumper was practically in tears, "please, hurry."
Whumpee tried to sit up.
"Whumpee don't move, I don't know how injured you are", Whumper held them down as they listened to Caretaker.
Whumpee whined.
Caretaker rushed to the house.
"Oh my", Caretaker turned pale as they saw Whumpee.
Whumpee started to shake as they whined. They knew it was bad, but for Caretaker to say that it must have been really bad.
"Okay, shh", Caretaker contained his shock and knelt down, "we are going to get you into my car. We are going to the hospital right now."
Whumper hurried up the stairs, then back to Whumpee's side.
"I had to get their information for the hospital", Whumper pocketed his wallet, "I have your insurance with me", he looked at Whumpee.
"Okay, do you have any neck pains?", Caretaker asked, "I can't lift you if you do."
"No, my shoulder and leg, and....and this hand", Whumpee shook in pain, "my arms covered my head, so my head is okay."
"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "Whumper lift them carefully, and take them out to my car."
As gently as possible, Whumpee was carried out to the car.
Whumper spoke apologies and reassurances to Whumpee the whole ride to the hospital.
"So what happened?", Caretaker sighed.
"Whumpee was past curfew tonight, and we had an argument", Whumper sighed, "they were going upstairs, they turned to yell something at me. Their knees buckled, and they fell."
Whumpee started to cry again.
"What's wrong back there?", Caretaker glanced in the rear view mirror.
"It hurts... I should have gotten back in time. This wouldn't have happened if I was back on time", Whumpee groaned.
"No need to think about the past", Whumper spoke, "let's focus on this now."
Caretaker pulled into the hospital, and Whumpee was taken right back.
After initial care came the abuse questions. Whumper and Whumpee were honest about what happened that night. Yes there was an argument, Whumpee's didn't have the strongest knees, so they buckled, and Whumpee went down. They both purposely left out the hostage situation, Whumpee was in to much pain to care, and where would they go anyway.
Early in the morning Whumper carried Whumpee into the house and sat them on the couch.
Whumpee winced as Caretaker placed pillows under their legs, arm, and shoulder.
"You need to ice and warm this constantly", Caretaker reminded, "try to get some rest."
Caretaker and Whumper talked.
"Thankyou so much for helping us", Whumper looked apologetically at Caretaker, "I'm sorry we had to bother you. I didn't know what else to do."
Caretaker sighed as they rested their hand on Whumper's shoulder, "I'm glad I was able to help, but you really need to apologize to Whumpee, and maybe consider a few rule changes, like curfew. They are older now, and you are very lucky they didn't say anything about being kidnapped. I would have sided with them, you know that right."
"Yes", Whumper looked down and nodded, "why didn't you say anything while we were there."
"As of right now I believe they are safe, so I'm not messing with it. The moment I feel that changes, I will remove them personally."
Whumper sighed, "I don't want them hurt. I don't want to cause anymore damage. I promise you that."
"Do you need any help taking care of them?", Caretaker looked around, "how long has your car been in the shop?"
"I have everything right now", Whumper nodded, "a few days, I think I can manage."
"I don't know. You were frantically pacing back and forth in the waiting room. Are you sure you're okay?", Caretaker smiled, "you nearly dug a trench with your pacing."
"Yes, I'm okay. I was scared", Whumper took a deep breath, "I'll take good care of them, I promise."
"I'll check in and bring you some things tomorrow", Caretaker spoke as they left, "I'm tired."
Whumper walked into the living room, and eyed Whumpee.
Whumpee gulped.
"Broken leg, sprained hand, and dislocated shoulder", Whumper sat across from them, "were you trying to get a reward on how many injuries you could accumulate", he leaned back, "plus bruising and a scrape. You did more damage than I ever did."
Whumpee looked down, "I'm sorry", they whispered.
"You didn't mean to, but I've told you not to stand on the stairs for a long time because of your knees being weak", Whumper frowned, "I'm glad you're okay.... well for the most part."
Whumpee whimpered, "not just for that. I'm sorry for missing curfew, I truly did lose track of time. The skateboarders were so cool. I'm sorry for making you worry, and then I do this and stress you even more. I'm sorry for everything."
"Whumpee, I don't know what I would do if you got taken from me. That's why I was so stressed", Whumper leaned up, "I know when you first got here I was a nightmare to you. Now, I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want someone to hurt you or kill you, that's why the curfew is strict, but I will rethink a few things and maybe change it."
"You're a helicopter kidnapper, I already know that", Whumpee giggled, but winced.
"I guess I am. Now let's get you iced up", Whumper stood, "how about we both take a nap down here, we've been in the hospital all night", Whumper yawned, "I know I'm tired, Caretaker looked tired to."
Whumpee nodded, "can I have heat to sleep with, please."
"Yes, I'll get the heating pad", Whumper nodded.
Once Whumpee was comfortable, Whumper laid down on the floor beside them.
"Wake me if you need something, get some sleep though", Whumper sighed as he wiggled around to get comfortable.
Whumpe didn't answer.
Whumper sat up and looked at Whumpee.
Whumpee had already drifted off to sleep.
Whumper laid back and listened to Whumpee's breathing until they too fell asleep.
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hello can you do one where mrs jeong wore a sexy outfit for their date then jen realized she's attracted to mrs jeong too?
[5:01pm]
genre: fluff and smut
warnings: sexual talking, sexual touching, kissing unprotected sex, roughish sex, spanking, messy blowjob (male receiving), overstimulation, pussy eating, cumplay, school girl costume
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note; i’ve honestly been waiting for this request,, about jen kind of falling for mrs jeong..
after slipping on your platformed heels, you walk downstairs to go find jaehyun to see if he was ready.
“babe, are you done yet?” you ask, tucking in your skirt so it would be more shorter. “yep, over here in the living room.” you walk over into the living room to see jaehyun, jen, and hannie sitting on the ground playing with color blocks.
jen glares up at you but then widens her eyes when seeing your outfit. “wow, mrs jeong. you look s—smoking hot.” you chuckle softly, patting your skirt down.
“wow, mc hotty.” jaehyun bites his lip and stands up. “and i dressed up as an agent.” he scoffs, doing the buttons of his jacket. “a hot agent.” you push his black glasses up.
jen feels her panties fire up as she stares at.. you.
“why am i feeling this way?” jen questions herself quietly. “and for mrs jeong?” she sneers your name.
“wait hold on, baby.” you pat jaehyuns chest. “let me tie my hair up— i don’t think i wanna keep it down.” they watch as you walk to the mirror hanging on the wall above a small, tall table.
“so jen,” you call for her while you tie your hair into a butterfly ponytail. “what time did you say your party was?”
jen stutters hearing your voice, so soothing and relaxing. “uh, i, n—nine. b—but my friends are coming over to my place at eight to get ready.” you nod and turn around when finishing your hair.
“alright, we’ll be back before eight. we won’t take long, right, hon?” jaehyun nods, grabbing your waist. “alright let’s head out. snacks are in the kitchen— we restocked with halloween snacks and we also bought some halloween movies for tonight if you wanted to watch them.” you say to jen who nods several times.
“and let me give my sweet girl a kiss before we leave,” you reach down, picking hannie up into your arms and giving her several smooches. “bye bye, my sweet girl. mommy will see you later.” you end it with a kiss.
jaehyun swoops the child from you and gives her several smooches. “daddy loves you as well.” he places her on the floor again and she begins to replay with her toys.
“okay, bye, jen. we’ll be back soon! bye, hannie. mommy and daddy love you very much!” you say while walking towards the front door.
jaehyun quickly slips his shoes on and follows you outside to the car. “let me get the door for you, gorgeous.” he says opening the car door for you. “thank you, mr agent blue.” you wink before he closes the door and runs to his side.
“maybe,” he starts the car, “we should have a quickie before going to the party.” he reaches back and throws an arm behind your seat while backing out the drive way.
you lean over, slowly rubbing his bulge and kissing his ear. “you think so?” he grows quickly. “fuck, yes. i almost came in my pants earlier inside the house just from seeing you in that slutty outfit.” he grips the steering wheel. his knuckles turning to the color white as he grips it.
“why don’t you pull over somewhere and we can have a little quickie, hm?” you gasp and let out a laugh as jaehyun jerks the a random parking lot.
“walmart parking lot— wow, this is sexy.” you giggle and so does jaehyun who reclines his chair back.
“cmon, school girl. come ride agent blue.” he says unzipping his black pants and pulling himself out. “i surely will.” you say pulling your pretty red lacy panties down and off your ankles.
jaehyun holds his cock up as you straddle him. teasingly, he rubs your slit with his tip. you were dripping wet for him.
you and jaehyun both let out moans when feeling himself slip in. “fuck, you’re so big.” you moan, clenching around him.
just letting his cock sink in your pussy for a while. jaehyun holds your hips and pounds you down on his dick. “fuck, do that again.” you gasp when feeling him do it again. then again. and then again.
“hey, hey! it’s the married sons of bitches! what took you guys so long, huh?” johnny stalks over with a beer bottle in his hand.
“we uh, had some business to do.” jaehyun says hugging your waist to his side. “business, hm?” mark joins and begins to tease— with haechan by his side.
“the hell are you two?” jaehyun asks as you snicker beside him. “we’re dressed up as boobies.” haechan says smacking the velvet side of his plushed breast.
“costume of the year.” you say snorting yourself.
“says the one who’s wearing a slutty school girl outfit?” you turn around and you shake your butt in a teasing way. “yeah, no.” jaehyun says grabbing your ass and pulling you by his side again.
“you’re boring,” you pout at him. “i’m gonna go find the girls.” you push yourself away from him. “they’re in the living room!” haechan shouts to you.
johnny scoffs and half laughs at jaehyun. “you’re getting laid tonight— that’s for sure.” johnny clicks his tongue towards jaehyun.
“already did— though, wouldn’t mind getting laid again.” he throws wink at johnny.
it was seven’o two, you and jaehyun arrived home both pissed at each other. ignoring each other the whole way home.
“ah, mr and mrs jeong. you guys are home a bit early? oh, and hannie is already asleep.” you nod while bending down to undo your heels.
you fall a bit forward when jaehyuns crotch bumps into you from behind. “watch where you’re going, shit head.” you say while throwing your shoe to the side.
jaehyun rolls his eyes and undoes his jacket. “alright, jen. you’re free to leave now. have fun at the party and be safe.” he says while taking off his shoes.
“thank you, mr jeong. i promise tonight, i won’t come knocking on your door drunk again.” jaehyun chuckles. “just have fun, kid.” she nods and hops off the couch.
“goodnight mrs and mr jeong.” she says grabbing her things and running out the door.
jaehyuns eyes follow you as you stalk to the kitchen. he chews the inside of his cheek and follows you. “mind pouring me one too?” he asks, seeing you pour a glass of wine for yourself. “no, do it yourself.”
jaehyun squints his eyes and grabs a glass for himself, pouring some of the red wine into his glass. “i don’t know why you’re mad at me, love. all i did was pull you away from johnny.”
you roll your eyes. “we were dancing, jaehyun.”
“he was touching you and flirting with you— you think i want another man’s hands on my wife?”
“you’re so immature.” jaehyun grabs your arm as you try to go past him.
“no, im not. you’re mine, baby. the moment you opened your legs for me— you were mine. the moment i ate your sweet pussy— i owned you. the moment you and i both said “i do”, we were each others. i’m not planning to share you with anyone any time soon. do you hear me?” you nod, suddenly feel tiny under his body that towered over you.
“understood?” you nod. “say it.”
“i—i understand.” he smirks a bit.
“tonight you’ve been a bad girl. a very bad girl.” he grabs your jaw and shakes your head around. “a very bad girl. and i think you need a punishment. don’t you think that too?” he shakes your head into a nod.
“turn around and bend over the counter. now.” you do as he says and you bend over the glossy marble counter.
jaehyun bites his lips. “let’s see this pretty ass of yours.” he lifts your skirt and lets out a groan-y chuckle.
“gonna spank me, mr agent blue?” you say in a sultry voice while looking back at him, teasing him by swaying your ass side to side.
“you bet this pretty ass i am.” you yelp as he spanks you— with his belt. your legs instantly shake from the connection of your skin and his leather belt.
you let out a gasp when feeling him spank you again. “jae,” your hand reaches back and another spank lands in your ass.
and after several spankings, the man finally stops, tossing the belt next to you. “does it hurt?” you nod, mewling at his words. he then uses his hand to rub your ass that was stinging.
“now, get on your knees.” he says while undoing his belt. slowly, you begin to lower yourself on your knees. behind those big eyes of yours held greed.
you watch as he undoes his jeans and frees himself. his pink tip leaking precum as it hardens. “fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me.” your mouth waters at the sight of his cock sitting in front of your face.
“open wide for me, baby.” you open wide with your tongue sticking out. jaehyun lets his cock fall right onto your tongue. “suck my dick like a good girl.” he says.
you sit up more, grabbing his dick and bobbing your head. letting his cock ease down your throat. “good girl.” he coos in satisfaction when watching you take him.
with jaehyuns dick down your throat, you weren’t able to swallow all the saliva that gathered in your mouth and around his cock, instead just letting it fall onto the ground.
he gathers your hair and grips it tightly before beginning to thrust into your face. his cock pulsing down your throat.
your eyes squeezed shut as his cock hit the back of your throat. “good girl.. good girl.” jaehyun hisses through his teeth.
his head dipping back with pleasure. your throat squeezing around him which he nearly cums right there. jaehyun releases your hold and yanks your head back. with quick breaths, you pant heavily, wiping your tears away.
“that’s enough, baby. that’s enough.” he pulls you up and wipes away the saliva on your bottom lip. “you did very good.” he picks you up and sits you on the counter.
the cool marble counter making you jump. “my ass still hurts.” you mewl with a pout. “that’s too bad, sweetheart.” he lifts you skirt and rips your panties off. “won’t need these anymore.” he says tossing them behind him.
“let me see this pretty pussy.” he says spreading your legs and groaning when seeing your pussy glisten with wetness. “tonight’s dinner.” he sighs, licking his lips.
he lifts your skirt a bit and dips his head down. his mouth openly attached itself to your pussy. his tongue lapping up your juice and mouth sucking on your clit.
“oohh’m fuck,” you mewl as he adds a finger into your hole. “jae— fuck.” you heave, pushing your tie button up above your breasts. your nipples hardened as you play and pinch them.
he was eating you as if he was the hungriest man on earth. as if he hadn’t eaten for months.
your legs begin to quiver from how he sucked your clit. he adds another finger, catching you off guard. “oh, my god.” you squeal, toes curling from pleasure. “oh, god— i’m cumming, im cumming!” you squeeze jaehyuns head between your legs.
jaehyun continues to suck on your clit which then brings you to cum on his tongue. easily, he laps it right up with a groan.
“such a yummy whore.” he licks his fingers with a wide grin. “wanna taste myself.” you mutter, sitting up and sucking on his finger after he pushes them past your lips and onto your tongue.
“don’t you taste so yummy?” he asks, thrusting his fingers down your throat. not being able to speak— especially with his fingers sitting down your throat, you nod.
jaehyun pulls his fingers out and licks them clean once again. “are you ready for my cock?” he then chuckles, pumping himself. “who am i kidding? a slut like you is always ready for a dick to fill you up.” he lifts your hips and sits you closer off the edge.
“yes, jae,” you whimper, “wanna be filled so badly. please, jae— please fill me up?” you reach forward and you grab his hardened cock. “of course, i wouldn’t want to say no to a desperate slut.” he tilts his head when you pout.
he steps forward and easily slides into you. you mewl when feeling him stretch your clench pussy. jaehyun hisses through his teeth as he begins to thrust into you.
“good lord, baby. this pussy will be the absolute death of me.” he says now pounding into you. his pace completely changed, now faster than before.
you grip the edge of counter, gasping as he pounds into you. “j—jae,” you cry out, grabbing his button up and pulling your body against his. “h—hold me, please?” you whimper feeling his cock kiss your g-spot.
“i got you, baby. i got you.” he squeezes you tightly against his body was sweated. jaehyun reaches down between your sweaty body and his sweaty body and starts rubbing your clit.
“don’t!” you yelp, pushing yourself off him which creates easier access for the man. “cum again, baby.” he says lowly.
his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. “jae, im s—sensitive!” your legs barely being able to squeeze shut even after your attempt to do so.
“i love it when you are.” jaehyun chuckles, grabbing both your legs from behind your knees and holding them together as he pounds into you. he rests your legs on his left shoulder and begins to rub your clit again.
“fuck— ‘m cumming!” your head hits against the cupboards after your head falls back.
“hold on, baby. wait for me. i’m close.” you couldn’t. and instead of trying, you let go. moaning as you do.
“fucking naughty girl.” he says tauntingly before giving a few last sloppy thrusts and releasing his seeds into you.
he smacks your thigh harshly and drops your legs, pulling out as well. his cum dripping from your pussy and onto the floor. creating small and big splats on the floor.
“naughty girl.. naughty, naughty, naughty.” he tuts, pushing his fingers past your folds and into your hole once again. “jae, n—no more— ‘s too much.” you begin to well up, crying from the overstimulation.
“‘s too much, jae. ‘s too much.” your voice trembles as fat tears roll down your cheeks. “‘s not too much, baby. i know you can handle it.” he winks, thrusting his fingers into you, pushing his cum back into you after they spilt out.
you squeeze your legs together when feeling him rub your clit again— just adding more to the stimulation. “give me another one, baby. give it to me. cmon, baby.” you shake your head, tears falling from your chin.
“cant— ‘s too much!” jaehyun pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy. “‘s too much?” you nod, hiccuping. “is this too much?” he asks, slapping your pussy again. “y—yes!” you yelp.
“okay, that’s enough.” he says, pulling you off the counter and hugging your body against his. “i’m sorry.” he says rubbing your back as he carries you upstairs.
“let’s take a nice warm bath, okay?” you shake your head. “no? a shower?” you shake your head again. “a hot bubble bath.” your voice croaky.
he chuckles and starts the water. “sit here for me.” he places you on the counter and grabs the bottle of bubbles.
it was a blue liquid and jaehyun poured a little into the tub. he then watched as it foamed up into white bubbles.
“c’mere, gorgeous.” he picks you back up and sits you in the tub. “is it too hot?” you shake your head. “‘s just perfect.” you sigh with a dreamy sigh and you begin to close your eyes.
“i’ll be back, okay? i’m just gonna go get hannies cam.” he says running into the bedroom and retrieving the mini tablet that showed hannies bedroom from a high angle.
jaehyun steps into the tub and sits behind you. he then lays you back on his chest and gently massages your breasts.
you mutter random words as he washes your arms and under your breasts. “i’m sorry for tonight. i was just being possessive about another man touching you.” you shake your head, taking his hand and kissing the back of it.
“i loved tonight.. no need for an apology.” he kisses your head and softly chuckles.
jen couldn’t focus all night. as she got home and started to get ready with her friends, she constantly zoned out.
thinking about..
you?
“…jen! earth to jen!” jen lets out a soft sound after feeling a pillow being thrown at her. “sorry.” she mumbles and continues to blend her foundation in.
“what the hell is wrong with you? you’ve been zoning out all night.” her friend says while brushing some brown powder onto her cheekbones.
“i don’t know.. i think.. i’m falling for the wife of mr jeong.” her friend chuckles. “i forgot you work for that billionaire family.” jen sighs, grabbing her concealer.
“mrs jeong.. she was wearing this.. sexy school girl outfit and i just,” jen scoffs, tossing the concealer to the side. “i can’t get her out of my mind. she was smoking hot— literally.”
“you’ve got yourself in a love triangle— expect, neither of them want you.” her friend laughs and so does jen, but in a sarcastic way. “hardy-har-har.” she says with an eye roll.
but it was true, she wanted them both but they didn’t want her.
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There Was Heaven In Your Eyes
Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)
Words: 2606
Warnings: SMUT (finally!), Violence/Gun Violence
Notes: This is a shorter one but we’re finally getting to the good stuff. Also another thank you to everyone who has been reading and leaving feedback!
Masterlist
Chapter 7
He took me to a wonderful restaurant, where the lighting was low and we had a comfortable, intimate table in the corner. We were secluded from everyone else, and the chatter from the other patrons was muted.
We made small talk for a bit while we drank some wine and waited for our food. He told me about how stressful work had been lately but didn’t tell me much about why. I suppose he figured I could just fill in the blanks.
When our food arrived I felt the need to bring up our conversation from the night before.
“I hope you’re not mad at me,” I began, pushing my pasta around my plate, “about last night, I mean.”
“I could never be mad at you.” He said, putting his fork down so he could focus on me. “I’m grateful. Not a lot of people know how to get my head out of my ass.”
I chewed my lip, he took a sip of his drink.
“You are right, though,” he continued. “It was best that we stopped when we did. Best not to do anything we might regret.”
My heart cracked. I nodded and continued to eat.
“You know,” he said, starting up again, “I was engaged before. Before I came here. I, uh, left her at the altar.”
I was shocked to hear this, nearly dropping my fork.
“I felt awful but I felt better than I had when I thought I was getting married. I just wish I didn’t hurt her to figure that out.”
“Thank you for telling me, Javier.” I reached across the table and placed my hand on his.
“So like I said, you’re right. I haven’t had a relationship since then and I’m quite honestly terrified of having another.” He pulled his hand out from under mine and continued to eat.
I nodded my head, pulling my hand back to my side.
He changed topics and made jokes to lighten the mood. I pushed my feelings aside to try and keep things normal, and overall we had a great dinner. It was nice to get out of the apartment, even though it was a bit difficult leaving a safe space.
We drove home in comfortable silence, the radio playing softly between us. We were almost home when Javier suddenly pulled his vehicle onto another road. I glanced over at him to find him eyeing the rearview mirror.
“There’s a car that’s been following us since we left.” I went to turn to look but he put his hand out. “Don’t. We don’t want them to think we’ve noticed.”
He turned a few more times, the car turning right after.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. He pulled his phone out and dialed a number. “Murphy, we’re being tailed.”
My heart was beating in my throat as I listened to him rattle off the names of the street we were driving on.
“Okay, I’ll see yo-“
He was cut off by the sound of gunshots and the back window shattering.
“Fuck!” He growled, and stepped on the gas. “Hang on!”
We tore through the streets while the car chased after us. He maneuvered around a few cars and corners until it looked like we were no longer being chased. He pulled out his phone again and told Steve where he was heading, hoping for backup to meet us there. He hung up and turned to me.
“Are you alright?” Javier glanced between me and the road, his eyes were set but a look of worry flashed in them. “I think we lost them.”
I nodded, trying to keep my breathing steady. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.”
He nodded too. “Good. We’re going to go meet Murphy, he’ll take you home.”
“What about you?” I asked.
He chewed his lip, looking through his mirror. “Someone’s gotta go after them, baby.”
We pulled up to a stop outside of a building I didn’t recognize. Murphy came out with a vest on and two other men behind him. He was about to reach the vehicle when he shouted.
“Get down!”
Javi spun around to face me just as I noticed movement in the parked car beside us. My seat was thrown back and a weight pushed against me, keeping me laying down nearly in the backseat, and bullets littered the air. Javi was laying on top of me, with his face buried in my neck, and I was paralyzed with fear underneath him.
More gunshots sounded and tires squealed before driving off. I could hear Steve shouting directions and more cars tore off in the direction the car went in.
Javi and I breathed together. He raised his head, his nose nearly pressing against mine.
“You okay?” He asked, his breathing still heavy and mixing with mine.
“Yeah. Are you?”
He snorted. “Still worrying about me even after getting shot at.”
“Someone’s gotta.” I smiled through my fear.
Steve opened the door and helped us out. Javi gave him instructions to take me home even though I wasn’t pleased with the idea of either of them still being out there. I got into his car anyway.
Javi came over to the window. “Hey, they got them not far from here, so I won’t be very long, okay?”
I nodded. “Be safe.”
He smiled, but for the second time that night it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I will.”
Steve drove me home. He was quiet for the first bit but broke the silence by asking how dinner was.
“It was great,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic but I was too distracted.
“Yeah, I told him he should take you out.” I looked over at Steve who was smiling fondly. “He’s been feeling so bad that you’ve been stuck inside. Hasn’t shut up about it since you moved in.”
So he felt bad about me. Great.
“He was pretty nervous about it at lunch. I had to give him a pep talk.”
This confused me. “Why would he be nervous?”
He looked equally as confused. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
I shrugged.
“Oh,” he said, his eyes going wide. “Oh, you don’t know.”
“Know what?” I asked.
He laughed and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Steve.”
He glanced over at me, still smiling. “It’s not for me to say, and I really shouldn’t, but he’s crazy about you.”
I felt the air get sucked out of my lungs. Javi? Crazy about me?
“But, but,” I stuttered.
“Don’t tell him I told you. Just let him explain. Please?” He turned a corner and our apartments came into view.
We finished the drive in silence, my thoughts were too wrapped up in thinking about Javi. Steve parked in the underground parking and turned off the car.
“He’s gonna be okay, you know.” He turned to me. “We’ve gone through a lot worse.”
“How is that supposed to help me feel better?”
He burst out laughing. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Come on, let’s get you inside.”
He told me he’d be upstairs if I needed anything, and closed the door to my apartment. I was alone, and confused as hell.
Javi told me it’s a good thing we didn’t go too far last night, Steve told me Javi’s crazy for me. What was the truth?
I put those thoughts aside for the moment and instead focused on the bigger issue. My nerves were shot after going through that, and my hands shook as I took a page out of Javi’s book and poured myself a heaping glass of whiskey.
I sat on the couch and took a few sips, finally taking my hair out of its updo and barely getting settled when the door opened.
There he was.
Javier closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. My eyes trailed over his throat as he pressed his head back into the wood behind him. His eyes were shut tight and they stayed that way until his breathing regulated. When he tilted his head back to normal his eyes zeroed in on me. He rushed over and knelt down in front of me, taking my glass out of my hands and placing it on the table. My hands trembled without the weight of the glass, and he held them to keep me steady.
“Are you okay?” His eyes searched mine. “Be honest.”
I nodded, the movement so slight I wasn’t sure he saw it. “Yes, Javier. I’m okay, I promise. Just a bit shaken up. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He stood up and paced the living room. “Fuck, that was stupid. I should have known better, but instead almost got you killed.”
I stood up and went to meet him, stopping him in his tracks. “That’s not your fault. You tried to do a nice thing, and I really appreciated it. It’s not your fault they were stupid enough to try that.”
He shook his head, his hand coming up to his mouth as he traced his lower lip with his thumb. “You could have been killed tonight, (Y/N).”
“But I wasn’t.” I stepped closer to him, reaching out for his hand. “I’m okay, we’re okay. I’m right here.”
He took his hand out of mine and grabbed onto my upper arms. His grip was tight, not enough to hurt, but almost like he was trying to convince himself that I was standing right there. That I wasn’t hurt. He came closer and pressed his forehead against mine.
“I’m here, I’m okay.” I repeated, closing my eyes for a moment. He leaned back, and I opened my eyes to meet his, nearly gasping at the look of pure hunger that took over him,
We were standing as close as we had been the night before, but neither of us pulled back. Steve’s words played back in my head.
“Javier,” I took a small step closer, so close to where I wanted to be, needed to be, “please.”
“Say it.” He whispered. “Say it and I will.”
He didn’t have to tell me what to say, I knew exactly what he wanted.
“Please.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Javi.”
His lips were pressed against mine in an instant, as if I flicked a switch. One of his hands pressed against my lower back, pulling my body flush against his, and his other hand cupped my cheek. He held me tenderly and kissed me like he was a starving man. His tongue poked my lip, and slipped into my mouth to massage against mine. I moaned and felt him smile into our kiss.
He pulled back and we were gasping for air. His forehead was pressed against mine.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, cariño.” He started to kiss along my jaw, then back up to my lips.
My hands, which were resting against his chest, slid up to his shoulders and then I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The hand that was on my back went down to my hip and he gripped the fabric of my dress. I could feel him getting harder as we pressed against each other.
He brought his hand up my side and his other hand went from my face to my chest. Both of his hands traced over my breasts, causing me to moan into his mouth. His mustache tickled my skin as he kissed down my jaw to my neck. I ran my hands through his hair, gasping every time I felt his tongue lick a stripe up my skin, or when he nipped at me with his teeth.
We continued to kiss and pull each other as close as possible. Eventually he pulled back and led me to the couch, pulling me on top of him as he sat down. I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his hips, and I could feel him hardening even more under his denim and through the thin fabric I was wearing. Javier moaned when I started to slowly grind myself against him and began to kiss his neck.
His hands still massaged my chest, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples that poked through the fabric of my dress.
“Fuck, baby. This dress fits you so well,” he said. “I’ve been trying to be a gentleman all night, trying not to stare at your tits. Especially at dinner, every time you leaned forward, fuck, I just wanted to taste them.”
“Javi,” I moaned. I was practically panting, feeling too hot in my dress.
He pulled down the fabric covering my chest and arms until it was bunched up around my waist and my bra was on full display. I was slightly embarrassed that I didn’t have any prettier lingerie for him to look at, but after he undid the back and practically ripped my bra off of me I realized it wasn’t the lingerie he wanted to look at.
His mouth dropped open slightly as he stared at my now exposed skin.
“Look at you. So fucking gorgeous.” His voice was kept low but it sounded strained, like he was trying to hold back.
He leaned forward and grabbed hold of my breasts in his warm hands, lifting them slightly so he could wrap his lips around one of my nipples. I threw my head back and moaned his name as his tongue swirled around the bud, pleasure shooting through my body like lightning. He switched to the other nipple, and went back and forth between them while kissing, licking, sucking, and driving me crazy.
As he continued his actions I couldn’t help but keep moving myself against him, his cock hardening still underneath me. The way it rubbed against my clothed clit felt so good and I started to feel a knot forming in my belly.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good.” He murmured against my skin, making me jolt every time his lips brushed against my nipples. “You’re already close aren’t you? Been a while since anybody made you feel good.”
“Fuck, Javi,” I groaned, feeling that coil start to tighten more and more.
He brought his lips back up to mine and encouraged me to keep going as I panted into his mouth.
“Come on, baby, let yourself go, I got you.” The coil snapped.
I moaned into his mouth and continued moving my hips as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He was right, it had been a while, and I hid my face in his neck in embarassment for how quickly I finished.
“Oh, hermosa,” he cooed, “that was incredible.”
I pulled back and sheepishly met his eyes. “It was also too quick.”
“There’s no such thing, especially since we’re only getting started.” My breath hitched at the thought. “I know you’ve got a lot more in you.”
I nodded, still a bit breathless and sensitive from my first orgasm of the night.
“But we’re gonna have to move to the bedroom.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, and when I fuck you I don’t want to do it on this couch.”
“No?”
He cupped my jaw in his hand, his eyes filled with want. “I want you to be comfortable while I take you apart over and over again. While I make you cum on the tip of my tongue, with my fingers inside you, and then around my cock.”
“Javi,” I breathed, a flush still blooming on my chest and cheeks, “I need you.”
He smirked. “Then what are we waiting for?”
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Whatta Man
masterlist // ao3
*Summary: After a year together, Ken has been living happily with his Barbie girl, and nothing was going to change that for Ken.
*Rating: +18 for mild mature content
*Content/Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
*Status: Series (Part 2)/Complete?
"And so for day 2, I was thinking we could do… this look." She draped a giant drawing across the kitchen table
"Oh that was a great look." He smiled back at her. While he had gotten mostly adjusted to the real world, Ken found himself still very much unaware of the world outside his girlfriend. She leaned in to kiss him and he leaned just as far forward to match her. He pulled away and looked at her eyes, which were all cutely curled up at the ends, which just made him smile all that much more. Her phone buzzed behind her and she turned to look at it.
"Crap. I forgot…" She huffed and picked the device up
"Forgot about what?" He followed her gaze
"I was supposed to have lunch today with some friends from out of town… I've known them since we were little and I forgot to make a reservation for somewhere nice." She fretted, "Can you come with me?"
"Why?" He asked with a smile
"Because I mentioned I had a new… newer boyfriend that they want to meet…" She explained, "That and I'm just so much less stressed about everything when you're around."
"Okay, let me pick an outfit out." He ran to their bedroom and combed through his corner of their closet. Theirs. He smiled down at his feet then got back into the zone, looking for something to compliment his girl. He finally found something and came out. “I’m ready.”
“You always look great.” She kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug, before running to the bedroom to change. He flipped his phone out and took a quick picture to send to Barbie, showing off his event. She liked the message and sent him a quick, ‘Looking good!’
“Thanks barbie.” He smiled before hearing the door of the bedroom again. He looked up from his phone and his eyes darted towards his girl.
“Okay, now I’m ready.” She picked up the end of her dress and gave Ken a twirl before she walked over to him
“Should we go then?” He offered his arm for her to hold onto
“Yes. Let me just grab my other wallet.” She looked around quickly then took his hand when she found what she needed. She rested her head against his arm while they walked to the car and he went to open the door for her. She got in to drive and she unlocked the door for him on the other side. He quickly slid in, and got comfy before she started the car and they went on their way.
“So… tell me about your friends.” He said as he adjusted the rearview mirror
“Well I don’t know much about them anymore… but we were close before I went off to school.”
“I see.” He listened to her
“Well there was Gabby, Bella…” She listed off people and Ken did his best to follow along as he got a run down of who betrayed who, whose boyfriend someone else in the group had dated. It honestly made his head spin trying to keep the facts straight. “And I think that’s all.”
“Sounds good.” He said softly, trying not to show how much pain his head was in
“Here, wait here and I’ll see if this place can seat us before I go find a parking spot.” She put the car into park and ran inside. After coming back with approval, she gave her keys to the valet and waited with Ken in the doorway. She texted her friends quickly, and Ken caught a glimpse of her phone. He looked back up towards the ceiling so as not to read her messages, but saw that her background was a picture of the two of them. He felt like he needed to say something to her at that moment.
“The lights in the restaurant make you look even more pretty than normal.” It was stilted, but sweet nonetheless
“Thanks.” She pecked his forehead before shoving her phone back into her bag, and held his hands. His grip tightened around her hands before bringing a hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
“I…” He started to say when her phone rang. He let go of her and let her pick the call up
“Sorry.” She said before stepping out of the doorway and out onto the sidewalk, where she started waving an arm around. Ken watched as a group of women surrounded her, and she started hugging everyone. She talked louder and louder until Ken thought she was practically screaming. He tiptoed up to the door before seeing that the group was about to come in, so he held the door open.
“Thank you.” One of her friends said, and shoved some money down his front pocket
“Katie.” His girlfriend scoffed, “This is my boyfriend, Ken.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She sheepishly apologized and took the money back out, shoving it deep into her purse
“Ken, this is Katie, Grace, Bella, and Gabby.”
“Hi.” He smiled, “I’m Ken.”
The girls seemed to whisper in between each other, not that he wasn’t used to that in Barbieland, but his girlfriend seemed a little down after they talked. What had they said to her? He hated seeing her sad. Even when she told him that she needed to feel sad sometimes, he never wanted to see the pain in her eyes. That would break his heart. He managed to navigate a successful segway, “Should we go sit down?”
“Yes.” She nodded and went up to the hostess to get the group settled in. He went to reach for her hand while they walked to the table, but it seemed like her pace matched closer with her friends as they hurried across the restaurant. He practically sprinted to get there first and pull out all the chairs for his girlfriend and her friends. Once she was seated, and he was sitting beside her, she said a quiet “Thank you.”
“So, we get together all the time to get coffee, but we don’t get to see you nearly as often, what’s life like for you out here in Los Angeles?” Gabby, at least Ken thought anyway, asked his girlfriend
“Oh it’s not too bad.” She smiled, “I’m having a lot of fun out here and it’s wonderful being by the beach all the time.”
“I bet. But you don’t look any tanner!”
“Yeah, I try to wear sunblock.” She laughed
“Have you been out to Sonoma since you’ve been here? Ooh, what about San Francisco?”
“No, I've been pretty busy with my job…” She started
“What’s the fun in that?”
“Well it’s not, but someone’s gotta pay the bills.” She laughed again
“Oh, he doesn’t work for you?”
“No, we’ve been…”
“I’ve been looking for a job.” Ken said, “It’s been a little hard, but I’ve been really trying.”
“You must work in the tech field.”
“No actually…” He seemed to have to fight to get a word in edgewise
“Obviously he’s a model, with bleach blond hair like that!”
“No.” He replied, a little more curt
“Oh, then are you a surfer?” Gabby prodded, without really wanting to know the answer
“He doesn’t have a job right now.” His girlfriend finally interjected, which made the women sour on him, “But that’s okay. I make more than enough.”
“Alright ladies, who wants drinks?” The waiter asked as he came up to the table. Everyone put their orders in and Ken looked down and around at the place setting.
“Excuse me.” His girlfriend left the table for a second to go to the bathroom, which left Ken alone with these women he barely knew.
“You know it’s weird. You’re like so perfect… almost like a doll or something.” Katie said after a couple seconds of silence had fallen on the group
“Yeah. She was always obsessed with Ken dolls as a kid.” Grace laughed, “She was always a little weird.”
“That’s okay though, we’re fine with weird.” Gabby reassured Ken, as she seemed to sense that he was giving her a weird look
“Okay?” He said. The waiter dropped the drinks off and the girls went on and on about ‘the good old days’. His girlfriend returned, and not a moment too soon for Ken. Because now he needed to go. He got up and waited around the corner for a second before hearing the women speak up.
“I’m so sorry sweetie.”
“Sorry?” Unmistakably his woman’s voice
“That your guy is… kind of a bum. I mean, how’s he even going to afford a wedding.”
“We just started dating a year ago. It’s way too early to think about that.” She said with a huff
“I mean if I were you I’d just want someone that could provide for me…”
Ken had heard enough, he stormed into the bathroom and his lip quivered as he felt a hot stream flow down from his eyes. He whipped his phone out and dialed the one person that could help him navigate his feelings in that moment.
“Ken?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked him
“I hate feelings, Barbie!” He screamed
“Ken. Deep breath. One. Two. Three.” She coached him, and he breathed loudly into the phone, “What are you feeling?”
“I’ve got these stupid streams of water on my face.” He gestured at himself
“Those would be tears.”
“Yeah! And my chest is all hot.”
“Are you feeling anger?” She asked
“Yes, I think that’s what this is.” He let out another deep breath
“And why do you think you’re angry?”
“I feel like I’m missing things.”
“Ken…”
“No. Not those kinds of things Barbie. I mean… a job. A gynec…”
“Ken, you really don’t need a gynecologist. But a job, I can understand that. What brought this up?”
“Talking with, you know… her friends.”
“Oh.”
“How do I stop… mad?”
“Well just go out there, and focus on her.”
“Focus on her. Got it. What else?”
“Take one more deep breath before you go back out there. Hope you can figure the rest out, bye!”
He took one more deep breath and went back to the table where he took her hand and held it under the table. She leaned gently into him as the group talked over the meal. She took care of the meal and said bye to her friends before they all went off on their separate ways and she flagged down the valet. She squeezed his hand tightly and bit the inside of her cheek to hide how she was feeling.
“Hey,” He took his other hand and used it to guide her face towards his, “It’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry. I don’t remember them being this big of assholes…” She let a tear fall down her face and he wiped it away
“They’re assholes.” He nodded. He let go of her hand and opened the door for her when the valet pulled the car up. After he got in, she immediately put the car in drive and drove as fast as she could from that restaurant. Ken could see her trying to hold back her cries and told her to pull over so that she could let her feelings out. She nodded, found a place to park, and began to cry. “They were so mean to you… I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” She managed to say and looked up at the roof of her car to get the tears to stop for a minute, “When you went to the bathroom… they just said horrible things about you.” He nodded along. “They were just so mean for no reason, other than to make themselves feel better about their stupid little lives.”
“Yeah.” He reached across the console and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “I have something to tell you.” Her whole body went stiff, she seemed to seize up when he said that.
“Y-Yeah?” She practically whispered
“I heard what they said…” He started. God she looked mortified. “But I heard you too… the way you defended me, fought for me… and I love you. Just you. Just… how you are now. Not that I don’t want things to change for the better, but… right now. I like you. I love you. I love you.”
“Ken.” She sniffled and practically jumped across the center and into his lap. She kept crying, burying her head into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped tightly around her as the water works drenched his shirt. “I love you too. Only you Ken.”
“I love you.” He said quieter, but right into her ear so she could hear him profess his love again
“I love you.” She repeated
“I love you.”
She took a deep breath before saying it with her whole chest, “I love you, Ken.” He cupped her cheeks in between the palms of his hands and kissed her. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him back with an intense passion. Slowly they pull apart from each other, but not without the other trying to restart the kiss once more. Then she said, “I don’t care about anything they said. You don’t have to get a job if you don’t want to… just be mine, and I’ll be happy forever.”
“Anything for you.” He kissed her cheek “But I really want a job. And a car. Can I have that?”
“Yeah.” She smiled and hid her face back in the crook of his neck. “We should probably continue this at home… Or here.”
“No. No. Not here.” He laughed… Was he feeling jealous?
“Okay.” She unhooked herself from his lap and switched back to the driver’s seat. She rested one hand on the wheel, and let the other drift to the console where Ken’s hand was already waiting to intertwine with hers. She drove them home and they ran to their apartment. She locked the door carefully, and after making sure the thing wouldn’t budge she ran into Ken’s arms. He held her tightly before nearly slamming her into the nearest wall. After making sure she hadn’t hurt her head from his force, he picked her up and kissed her up against the wall. She pressed all her weight into him and held him flush across her body. “Say it again.”
“What?”
“You know… the love thing.” She asked shyly
“Oh. I love you.” He smirked as he said it, surprised at how much power those words had on her. He toyed with the collar of her shirt and let a gentle peck linger on her collarbone. She ran a hand carefully through his hair as he did this.
“I love you.” She whispered into his ear. He looked up into her eyes before pressing his lips against hers. She broke their contact once again to say, “I love you Ken…”
“I love you too.” He scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, throwing her down on their bed. He towered over her and put his hands down along the side of her body. Her hands reached out and held onto his forearms, pulling him closer to her. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her and her hands moved from his arms to his cheeks. She cupped them and returned his kiss
“I’d be happy with just this.” She told him, while looking into his eyes
“I’m happy too.” He kissed her forehead
“You sure?” She shifted to sit up a little
“Positive.” He rested his nose against the side of her cheek. He took a deep breath and rolled off her, to sit by her side. She leaned against him and intertwined her hand with his.
“It feels good to say it.” She said after they had sat in silence for a couple of moments
“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to say it for a while.”
“You could have said it any time you had wanted.” She reassured him
“I know… but I wanted to make sure before I said it. It’s kind of a big deal.”
“I get it. It can be hard…” She explained to him, “Even when you think you feel it, you don’t know if the other person feels the same way… it’s just hard.”
“Well this…” He gestured at the two of them, “This isn’t hard.”
“No it’s not. It’s something special.”
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Breakeven: The Script
Genre: Humor, Drama, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing
a/n: imagine that the xx-xx-xxxx is a specific date
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Her best days will be some of my worst She finally met a man that's gonna put her first While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping 'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no
xx-xxx-xxxx
“Babe, it’s time to get up.” Y/n whispered, giggling as the man next to her only snuggled further into her chest. “It’s my day off brat.” Katsuki grunted, snuggling her close. “But I still have to work today.” she snorted, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. “Call out sick.” Katsuki mumbled, his head snuggling into her bare breast. “I’m not going to call in sick just because you’re feeling frisky Suki.” she huffed, as the blonde made to nip at her skin. “But it’s my day off.” Katsuki whined, pouting cutely. “And I’m getting in the shower.” Y/n hummed, moving to slide out of their shared bed. “If you’re a good boy, you can even help me.” she called, throwing a towel at his face. The blonde let out a growl, as he gave chase to his giggling girlfriend. An hour later found Y/n standing at the front of her classroom, waiting for her students to file in. Katsuki had decided to spend the day at UA, wreaking havoc and aggravating the staff. Aizawa came inching into her classroom, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Why didn’t you leave your dog home for the day?” He huffed, curling up at her feet in his sleeping bag. “It’s his day off pops, he’s got errands to run this afternoon and you know he likes to grocery shop together.” “It’s sickeningly domestic.” Aizawa blanched, rolling over to look out toward her empty room. “You’re students are late.” Y/n shook her head, settling her glasses on her face. “They’re not late. I told them to change into their costumes, as today is going to be a physical mock-exam.” Aizawa hummed, waiting for her to continue. “Toshi and Touya are here to play heroes versus villains.” She grinned, as her psuedo-father cackled.
xx-xx-xxxx
“Suki, relax! It’s just your mom.” Y/n supplied, patting her boyfriends hand in reassurance. “I know, that’s the problem. The hag is a lot on a good fucking day. Auntie Inko is going to be there too, and I don’t know if she knew you and shithead were even together.” Y/n smiled softly, dropping a kiss to her boyfriends cheek. “If she doesn’t know then I’ll let her know. I’ll simply tell her things just didn’t work out.” At her statement, Shoto scoffed in the backseat, giving his brother Natsuo a solid elbow as the man barreled over to his side of the car. “It’s more than he deserves honestly.” “Stop elbowing me you little shit.” Natsuo hissed, as Keigo rolled his eyes in the way back seat of the car. The Bakugo’s were hosting a weekend getaway, and invited all of their friends and family. This invitation was also extended to Katsuki, his group of ragtag friends and his girlfriend. Bakugo had rented a 3 row SUV for the weekend, and Keigo negotiated not being in the same car as his boyfriend and his practical father-in-law for the 6 hour drive. Anyone with half a brain-cell knew how terrible of an idea it would be to ride in the same car as Enji and Touya, even on a good day. Next to Keigo, Momo sat, her chin in her palm. “What are you thinking so hard about ponytail?” Katsuki grumbled, making eye contact with her in the rearview mirror. “I think I want to give dating a try.” She supplied, effectively silencing all occupants in the vehicle. “It’s about fucking time!” Y/n shouted, as Natsuo made a show of flexing. “I know just who to set you up with!” he declared, as Shoto dug his elbow right into his brother’s eye. “She’s a lesbian you dipshit, and last time I checked, you hardly know any.” Momo let out a laugh as the brother’s started bickering, Keigo giving her an affectionate side hug, as Y/n sighed. “Don’t even worry about it ponytail, I’ve got just the person in mind for you.” Katsuki supplied, turning the radio up and effectively ending the conversation.
As Katsuki pulled Y/n’s door open, she sighed, stepping out of the car to finally stretch her legs. Natsuo was on bag duty, and Keigo and Momo were talking quietly with Shoto. Behind them, Enji had pulled the car to a stop, stepping out and letting out a bout of flames. Shinsou came barreling out of the backseat, falling into his fiance’s arms. “Do not ever, stick me in a car with those idiot’s again!” He screeched, shaking his boyfriend slightly. “It’s a right of passage babe, you can’t escape it.” Keigo nodded sagely, coming up to wrap a wing around his fidgety boyfriend. “I had to do it when Touya and I got together, and it was as shitty as your experience.” He supplied, as Fuyumi crawled out of the back seat. Her boyfriend, Tai, stepped out as well, eyes wide in fear. “Surprised you made it in one piece fatty.” Bakugo teased, as the other man paled slightly. “I thought we weren’t gonna make it a handful of times the entire drive.” He whisper yelled, causing the blonde to cackle. Before Katsuki could say anything else, the door to the compound opened, and Eri came barreling toward them. “Finally! I’ve been waiting hours for you guys to get here!” She huffed, making a beeline for Katsuki. “I am your brother!” Shinsou hissed, crossing his arms to pout. “But Kachan’s my favorite!” Eri declared, giving the taller man a hug. “What’s it look like in there kid?” Even if Eri was now a teen, Bakugo would always and forever refer to her affectionately as kid. “It’s hectic already. Auntie Mitsuki and Auntie Inko have already gotten into it over the desserts, and then they ganged up on dad over how to set the table. Honestly, the only two that are level headed right now is Papa and Uncle Masa.” “And where’s that boyfriend of yours hm?” Y/n asked, giving her sister a sinister grin. “Y/n!” Eri screeched, covering her face as the men around them went up in arms. “I’m here sensei!” A boy shouted, coming out of the house. Kouta was a tall gangly thing, still growing into his own. The men around them protested, arguing over who would give the shovel talk first.
Kouta knew though, that the man he needed to get through to was the #2 hero staring him down. Bowing low, Kouta spoke. “I promise to support and care for Eri as long as she’ll have me. I know we’re just kids, but someday we’ll be adults and I swear I will always take care of her.” he declared, as the man scrutinized him. “What about her dreams to be the #1 hero?” He questioned, as Y/n buried her face in his shoulder to hid her smile. “I will support her in any way I can to ensure her dream becomes a reality.” Kouta shouted looking Katsuki in the eye. “Better make sure you do punk, or you’ll be answering to me.” Eri let out a squeal of excitment as she launched herself at her stunned boyfriend. Giving Katsuki’s hand a squeeze, Y/n made her way inside, patting Kouta on the cheek. “Good job kiddo.” She whispered, as the young couple followed her inside. Katsuki followed after them, nervous for the meeting between his two favorite women.
xx-xx-xxxx
Y/n let out a little hum, as she perused the aisle. Mitsuki’s birthday was coming up, and she wanted to find the perfect gift for the other woman. She recalled their first meeting, where she and Y/n had gotten into it over the best way to make curry. Y/n had won out, her boyfriend’s eyes shining with pride at her victory. Over the next number of months, Y/n and Mitsuki built the kind of relationship Y/n wished she’d had with her own mother. They texted, called, and went shopping together all the time. Katsuki would grumble, but she knew he was pleased that his mother adored her. And with Mitsuki came Inko. Funnily enough, Inko didn’t really make Y/n think of Izuku. During that weekend, Inko had taken Y/n aside and apologized profusely for the actions of her son. She’d been made aware of what had happened some months before, when Katsuki informed Mistuki of his budding relationship. Y/n refused to allow the woman to apologize and promised that she was in a much better place. Y/n was brought out of her thoughts by an annoyed scoff. “Figures I’d run into you here.” Uraraka sneered, glaring at Y/n.
Y/n supplied the other woman with an easy going smile, giving her a slight nod. “It’s been a while Uravity.” She supplied, as the brunette snorted. “Obviously, I’ve been doing serious work, you know as a ranked hero.” She stated, a dig at the fact that Y/n was not one. “And taking care of my best friend since you broke his heart.” She hissed, as Y/n rolled her eyes. Uravity was the only one of Izuku’s friends that knew about their relationship. As his token “best friend” he felt it was right that she knew. “Not like it matters to you, since you’ve been flaunting your relationship with Bakugo all over the news.” Y/n only sighed, checking her watch. “Pleasant as always Uravity.” She supplied, opting to ignore the woman and leave. “You don’t get to walk away without an explanation!” She hissed reaching out to grab her. At her attempt, Uraraka found herself bouncing back, and falling over. “I’m not comfortable with others touching my person Uravity, even if you’re a hero you are not an exception.” Y/n supplied looking over at the other woman. “I don’t owe you any sort of explanation. We are not friends and we’ve never been friends. You are simply the woman that wanted my boyfriend. Now that Izuku is no longer my boyfriend he’s free to be yours.” She declared, as the hero moved to stand. A small crowd was forming, as Uravity touched her fingers together. “You never deserved Izuku.” She hissed, glaring at the other woman. “Izuku never deserved her.” Inko scoffed, making her way through the crowd. “And I don’t appreciate you talking to my friend like that.” She hissed, wrapping her arm in Y/n’s. “Sorry I’m late dear, Yagi was being extra needy this morning.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. Y/n let out a snicker giving the older woman a wink. “Blondes” She teased good naturedly. “Suki made me promise to bring home spicy ramen for his troubles.” “Midoriya-san, what are you doing with her?” Uraraka asked, voice laden with shock. “She’s my friend, and my best friends birthday is coming up, so we’re looking for presents. What I do isn’t really any of your business.” Inko replied. The crowd whispered amongst themselves, as a teens stepped forward. “What are you doing to Y/n-sensei!” they shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Uraraka. “I didn’t do anything!” She defended, glaring at the child. “Isn’t that dynamight’s girlfriend?” Someone else questioned, as the mumbling grew louder. “If that’s dynamights girlfriend, then what does uravitity think she’s doing trying to harass her.” Someone else mumbled as Uraraka looked around frantically. Y/n and Inko were having a separate converstaion, as Uraraka looked for some support. The crowd continued mumbling, glaring at her. Security made their way over, standing in front of her. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave no ma’am.” He stated looking down at the hero. “On what grounds?” Uraraka hissed, floating above the guard. “You’re causing a disturbance to other shoppers here, and harassing the girlfriend of the #2 hero.” he stated, as the crowd started yelling at her. “leave her alone!” “Get out of here Uravity!’ Some shouted, as the woman looked around. Inko tsked’ looking at her son’s friend. “I’d say it was nice seeing you, but you’ve always been a bit too fake to pull of the cheerful friendliness.” She supplied, as she and Y/n turned to leave. “See you around, Uravity!” Y/n called, as the two women left. Leaving the floating hero, seething with rage.
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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader
Part 10:
“What does it say?” I looked through the mirror at my agent Ester who had just found an article about Scarlett and me.
“The title is, Valentine’s Day meeting for Jojo Rabbit.” She read it out loud and I immediately rolled my eyes. “The pair met up on a very odd day, that being Valentine’s Day. Lady Bird actress Y/n Cole and pal Scarlett Johansson enjoyed dinner at Pablo’s Jazz Bar in Manhattan on the day of lovers. Sources say, the pair were having a great time, cozy with each other and they left together. It is known that Cole is directing her first movie Jojo Rabbit later this year, with Johansson as the starring actress.” “I feel like I can’t meet up with anyone anymore without having tabloids everywhere,” I murmured while looking at the first dress. Melanie, my stylist, held the dress’s skirt part as I turned around, facing Eater. “What do you think?” I asked, smoothing over the material. “Did you have to go out on Valentine’s Day?” She spread her arms.
Letting out a sigh I stepped back up to the podium in front of the mirror. “Let’s look at the next one,” I told Melanie and once we took the dress off and she left the room, I reached for my robe.
“It was just a friendly dinner. We’ve been talking a lot lately and we thought we should meet up before filming, getting to know each other. It was just a coincidence that it was Valentine’s Day.” “And how was it?”
How was it? It was amazing. I had the most fun of my life, and I’m just mesmerized by this woman.
“Great. We had fun.”
***
Scarlett🌷: how was the fitting?
me: it was fine, got the dress and the accessories so everything’s done
Scarlett🌷: can I get a sneak peek?😏
me: hmm… I promised didn’t I?😌
me: (let’s pretend it’s a picture)
Scarlett🌷: god if they don’t give you the award in this dress then I’ll be very upset
Scarlett🌷: you look stunning y/n
me: thank you❤️ but I don’t think I’m going to win
Scarlett🌷: why wouldn’t you? You did amazing
me: there’s meryl who even though has a 100 of them, she still gets them every single time
me: Margot who played a real person and let’s not even mention the rest
Scarlett🌷: and still you’re there because you did a spectacular job at such young age
me: I don’t know
Scarlett🌷: whatever happens, I’m proud of you and I think you should win💛
me: it means a lot Scar❤️
***
It’s been a week since our date and honestly I kind of miss her. Yes, we talk almost every day, but Rose got home this week and of course, I understand that she has less time for me, but we’re gonna meet this weekend.
And today my dad is staying till we go to Los Angeles and I told him I’ll pick him up from the airport. Usually, he says that he’ll just catch a taxi, but I wouldn’t want him to suffer through an hour drive with a stranger.
Mom doesn’t have time to visit, as usual, honestly, I’m not even disappointed anymore.
Waiting for dad at the parking lot I was just reading the Bombshell script trying to memorize my lines then the text from dad popped up, that he was here.
Stepping out of the car I looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch his tall figure.
Even though I made sure to put glasses and a baseball cap on, some people still let their eyes linger and two younger girls even came up to me. But they seemed nice.
“Hi, we wouldn’t want to bother you but we’re big fans of you, is there any chance we can take a picture?” The girl on the left asked with hopeful eyes, she was shy but the other one seemed more anxious.
I couldn’t say no, they were polite and respectful. “Of course, what’s your name?” I took my glasses off, so I don’t look like an asshole in the pictures, no offense, but I don’t like when famous people do that.
“I’m Ava and this is my sister Nora,” the same girl said and her sister smiled shyly, picking on her nails.
We took a couple of pictures and the girls asked me about Red Sparrow a little bit but I couldn’t tell them much of course. Mostly Ava was the one who was talking
“And you Nora? What’s your favorite movie?” I looked at her and her eyes widened, cheeks got tinted with color. She shifted in her place and uncrossed her arms. “I like Lady Bird. I just relate to her a lot and I think you’re amazing in it. I hope you get the Oscar,” she said and I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”
After a couple of minutes, my phone started ringing and I said goodbye to the girls and then took the call. “Hi honey, I just got out. Where are you?” Dad spoke. “I’m in the parking lot, you should see me if you come out on the A exit,” I kept looking that way then a couple of minutes later I saw his gray hair and waved to him which he thankfully saw.
***
“How was your flight?” “It was great, I got some work done,” dad said. “That’s great, what do you want for dinner?” “We can have takeout, you don’t have to cook.” “Are you sure?” I glanced at him and he nodded. “How’s mom?” I looked back at the road, watching the light turn green.
“She’s good, she says hi,” he said awkwardly. “Great.” “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” He quickly changed the topic.
“I’m good. I spend a lot of time with my friends a lot. Actually, this weekend, not sure if it's Saturday or Sunday, but I’ll have a friend coming over and it’s kind of new and I’m not sure if it’s time for you guys to meet yet…” “I’ll be gone for the day, don’t worry. Is it a guy or a girl?” I saw from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me with a smirk. I glanced at him carefully then turned back. “A woman.” “Oh a woman, okay. Do I know her?” Dad asked with a teasing voice. “Probably,” I cleared my throat, already nervous about the whole conversation. “So she’s famous?” “Yeah, but it’s like really new. We only had one date so far,” I smiled shyly, trying to control my joy. “That's great, kid. And how was it?” “The best date I ever had. I don’t know, I feel like it’s already serious you know. And I really like her so I hope everything goes great.” Really hope it will, honest to God. She’s one of the best things that happened to me in the past couple of months.
“I’m glad Y/n. What’s she like?” “Well… She’s like a ray of sunshine, to be honest. She’s really funny and flirty and she makes me blush like all the time. She is uhm divorced and she has a daughter. She’s amazing really.” “A daughter?” The surprise in his voice. “Yeah, she’s three and she’s really cute.” “So she is older than you?” “Yeah, a little but it doesn’t bother me. She’s very intelligent and doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions, so she’s just… I don’t know, open-minded I guess.” “Maybe that’s what you need. I mean someone mature and seen the world.” “Okay, she’s not that much older, only by 8 years.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled up to the driveway. “Oh, that’s not much. Will you tell me who it is?” Dad asked as we got out of the car.
“Hmm…” “Oh come on, you told me basically who she is, just not her name.” He got his suitcase from the back and I walked up to the door, unlocking the house. “You swear not to tell anyone though,” I watched as dad rolled the suitcase in, closed the door behind himself, and looked at me with big eyes.
“Swear on my mother’s grave,” he put his hand over his heart. “Especially not mom,” I took my coat off alongside my shoes. “Why can’t you just tell me? You know, you can trust me,” he spread his arms. He's right though.
“Okay… uhm,” nervously walking around the living room, I finally sat on the armrest of the couch. Dad stood at the living room door, on the edge for sure. “She’s a friend of Chris’s,” I started. “Okay…” I saw the wheels turning in his head. “It’s Scarlett Johansson…” I mumbled quietly, looking everywhere but at him. “Who?” Dad pushed his head forward, since I was so quiet. “Scarlett Johansson.”
He leaned to the door frame, crossing his arms. “Didn’t I raise you right?” “Oh my god…” I closed my eyes, hanging my head low. “What? She’s a very good-looking woman and she’s very successful. And from what you told me, she’s an amazing person. I’m proud of you, kid.” He walked up to me, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Thank you? I guess… but we’re not dating, you know?” “Yet! It seems like she’s got you wrapped around her finger pretty bad.” I smiled at his words and nodded. “She really does.”
***
In the next couple of days, we were at home mostly. Once or twice we went out to dinner or lunch or just walked around town for a while.
It was Friday night, Dad thought it was the perfect time to watch a movie after we had dinner. Opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the couch, watching a film of his choice.
“I don’t even like this guy,” I murmured as I watched Matt Damon on the screen. “Why not?” “Because he has an asshole face. I’ve never met him though.”
I’m not mean I swear, I just have people who I look at and I don’t like them, does that make sense?
My phone started buzzing next to me and I quickly reached for it to see that it was Scarlett. “I’ll be back,” I said as I was getting up from the couch, taking the call.
“Hi,” I said swiftly, really nervous about the call. Gosh, I felt my Palma being sweaty and I swear my heart was racing. “Hey, I just wanted to check if we’re still on for the weekend,” Scarlett spoke and I smiled like an idiot as soon as I heard her voice. “Yes, of course. Which day is better for you?” I fidgeted with my fingers anxiously, waiting for her answer. “Tomorrow is great if that’s alright for you.” “It is, yeah…” I felt the nerves linger through the phone call, neither of us knowing what to say.
Taking a sharp breath in, I had to break the silence. “I uhm… I miss you,” I bluntly stated and I felt like someone knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was so nervous and scared about how she was going to react but then she spoke. “I miss you too, darling. I honestly can’t wait to see you. It’s a shame you’ll leave for three months, I hope you won’t forget about me,” she said and I could imagine that smirk on her face that drives me oh so crazy. “Of you? Never. On the other hand, I hope you won’t forget about me, there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on you…” I smirked, hoping to hear a good reaction. “Oh Y/n, no one compares to you. I met you for a reason and I’m throwing that away,” okay my heart just burst out of happiness and joy. “You’re making my ego so much bigger with this,” I chuckled shyly, feeling the heat creeping up my neck right to my cheeks. “You started this when you were screaming my name, don’t you remember?” Now, I was definitely blushing at that sentence and how she lowered her voice… god this woman. “Isn’t Rose there with you?” I cleared my throat. “No, she wanted to sleep over at my mom’s.” Oh wow, she’s so much. Of course, she’s doing this on purpose. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” I asked, walking up to my bedroom. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” yeah she’s just really good at this. Talks her way into my head then somewhere else… “I did not say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I grabbed some jeans from the wardrobe and started to get dressed. “I thought you liked having things in your mouth, but I guess I was wrong,” she sighed dramatically. “You’re hooked already wow… so desperate,” I murmured with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s already getting dressed, who’s desperate now?” How proud is she… but she’s right, I was almost out of the house. “This was your plan all along, don’t pretend it wasn’t,” I grabbed a leather jacket and walked downstairs. “Oh, it was.” “I know, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Can’t wait.”
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