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Diner Girl | Pairing Joel Miller X Fem!Reader

Summary: You frequent your local dinner pretty often, not just because you love their pancakes with extra syrup, but because your best friend Sydney is a waitress there. You've heard her talk about her hot boss, Joel, every now and then but you've never had the pleasure of meeting him; that was until one morning, after getting unexpectedly laid off, you decided to drown your feels in syrup and love from your bestie. Joel offers you a job, and he shows you the ropes in more ways than one. Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~7.3K Warnings: Pining, flirting, hard core tension, age gap (unspecified, reader is 30), 2000s style (needs a TW lol), 2000s texting, Joel is a little rough/bossy, Joel is actually readers boss, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), no creampie (a katiexpunk first, weird, I know), rough blow job, oral (m and female receiving) pet names, cum swallowing, praise kink, inappropriate use of syrup, one tit slap, Joel rips readers uniform off of her, readers former boss is an asshole, reader gets fired from her job, eating/references to food, did I already say flirting. Joel and reader fuck on a table in the diner. References to a health scares (for readers coworker). A bit of a dom/sub dynamic. Fluff. Porn with plot. Joel calls reader slut twice. Hilary Duff/A Cinderella Story gets mentioned, as does Jennifer Coolidge yelling for more salmon. Authors Note: The fact that I'm posting this doesn't feel real. This idea has been in my brain for so long, and I am happy and relieved to have it out in the world. Special thank you to @endlessthxxghts for holding my balls, brainstorming with me, and beta'ing this. And another thank you to @sydneyinacoma, my inspiration for readers bestie -- thank you for being my slutty, smutty, sister and for saving my ass with the first blowjob scene; I owe you one. ILY both. And to @hier--soir, Jessie, your beautiful way of storytelling inspires me and I often find myself HWJWTS (How Would Jessie Write This Smut). Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Notifications

November 2004

The blaring sound of your alarm disrupts your slumber, and you jolt awake with a sense of urgency. Shit. You’re gonna be late. Again.

You stumble through your routine. You splash cold water on your face in an attempt to remove the pillow marks left behind on your cheek and smear on a mixture of lotion and face oil the saleswoman swears will make you look like you’re in your 20s again. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that that was only a year ago. You can see why she would have thought you were older as you look at your reflection in the mirror and the dim light from your tiny 1950s bathroom illuminates the bags under your eyes.

God, you’re tired. Truthfully, you’ve been tired for months now; no amount of caffeine can seem to make up for your lack of sleep due to the demands of finishing up your Master’s and your boss who keeps you late at work what seems like every night now.

You hastily get dressed and attempt to gather your thoughts. As you step outside into the cool November morning air, you bristle at the wind cooling the still-damp hairs that frame your face. You unlock the door to your beater and slip the keys into the engine. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach when a soft click, click, click, click noise reverberates through the air; the stubborn engine refusing to turn over.

Shit. Not again. No!

Frustration mounts with each futile attempt to bring the engine to life. You slam your palms against the cool leather of your steering wheel, a long sigh escapes your lungs and your forehead meets the top of the wheel in defeat.

You reach into your purse for your phone and quickly compose a message to your boss, explaining the situation. "Car won't start. Trying to figure it out. Going to be late. Sorry." With a sigh, you hit send, hoping for a sympathetic response.

The minutes crawl by as you anxiously await a reply. The familiar chime of your phone signals a message, and you eagerly check it. However, the words that flash across the screen only deepen your frustration: "This is unacceptable. You’ve already been warned twice. Don’t bother coming in, and consider this your termination."

The shock of the message hits you like a ton of bricks.

Sure, you had been late a few times in the past year, but you figured your staying late almost every night would make up for it. Maybe if he paid a little more you could afford to fix your piece of shit car and you wouldn’t be late in the first place.

Your eyes sting with disbelief, and your hands tremble as you clutch the phone. Anger and desperation dance the waltz in your mind as you fight to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

You sit in your silent car, the quiet sounds of morning make you feel frozen in time, unsure of what to do or where to go from here.

You look back down at your phone again and type out a quick message to your best friend Sydney.

“U working this am?” before you can even put the phone down, it’s chirping to life with her response.

“Hi babes! I am. R u?” her response reads.

You don’t want to give her the full details over text – too much to type out – and instead, you settle on a short response.

“No. Long story. Coming in 2 c u.”

“Kk! C u soon <3”

Your day was quite possibly off to the shittiest start ever, but you know there are three remedies to that situation.

Your bestie, pancakes, and syrup.

Lots and lots of fucking syrup.

++++

The early morning sunlight spills through the diner's large windows, casting a warm glow on the worn checkered tiles. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee envelops the air, creating a comforting ambiance that feels like a hug. The clinking of cutlery against plates and the low hum of conversations provide a soothing soundtrack to the chaos of your morning.

Your usual booth is taken, so you settle for a seat at the bar. The stool is a little wobbly, but you have a nice view of the bustling kitchen and the seats next to you are empty.

You watch Sydney pour a coffee refill for the older couple at the end of the bar before heading over to you. As she approaches, her infectious smile illuminates the space. Her apron, adorned with a patchwork of food stains and coffee spills, hints at the countless meals she’s already served this morning.

"Morning, sunshine! You’re here early, you miss me?” she greets, grabbing a mug from the counter behind her before placing it in front of you and pouring you a steaming cup of coffee.

You let out a little chuckle at her remark, knowing you just saw her last night.

You grab the mug in front of you with both hands, wishing you could shrink yourself and jump into the hot liquid like a hot tub; your bones cold from your long walk to the diner. Stupid car.

"No really, what’s up? Everything okay?” she asks, a hint of concern behind her words.

“Not really. My car wouldn’t start this morning again, and John fired me after I told him I was gonna be late,” you respond, feeling the warmth of your frustration beginning to build in your chest once more.

“What an asshole,” Sydney responds, “I’m sorry that happened, babe. He’s a real piece of work, you’re better off without him,” she continues.

“I guess so. But I need a job, Syd. I don’t know what I’m gonna do now,” you respond, defeated. Your cheeks begin to heat and you think you might actually cry this time. You move the menu out in front of you on the counter to the side, and Sydney picks it up and removes the pen from behind her ear.

“I could talk to Joel,” she offers, scribbling your order down on her notepad. You don’t have to tell her, she already knows what this situation calls for – pancakes with a lot of fucking syrup.

“Joel?” you ask, leaning over the counter and looking both ways before you whisper to her, “as in the hot boss you won’t shut up about, Joel?”

She lets out a little chuckle and you see a little twinkle of bashfulness in her eyes.

“Yes, my ridiculously hot, mostly unreadable, but hot, boss Joel,” she replies. “Martha quit last week, something about wanting to spend more time with her grandkids, so we’re down a waitress.”

You look at her face, pondering her offer as if you really have another option at the moment.

“He’s here this morning, he’s in the back doing paperwork – I can go grab him and have him talk to you if ya want,” she says, nodding to the woman who just sat down at the bar, giving her a soft be right there hun.

“Plus, it’ll be so fun to work together!” she says, her voice more energetic this time, preparing to go back into customer service mode.

“I – yeah, alright, yes, I’ll talk to him,” you agree.

She does a little jump and says “YAY!” and then gives you a big smile before pouncing off to greet her next customer. Where does she find the energy?

As you wait for your emotional pancakes to arrive, you cradle your mug, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin, while you gaze through the window into the kitchen. Amidst the orchestrated dance of chefs and waitstaff, there stands a figure that looks like he doesn’t belong in the greasy kitchen of a diner – a towering presence, broad and resolute. His flannel shirt clings to the sculpted contours of his muscles and the determined furrow of his brow accentuates the intensity he’s directing to the clipboard in his hand.

That’s him. That’s gotta be the ridiculously hot boss. That’s gotta be Joel, right? You feel a little tickle in your belly at the thought.

You try not to stare too much, not wanting to be obvious, but like passing a car wreck on the freeway, you can’t seem to look away. You smile at the way he bites the cap of the pen in his mouth, only dropping it on occasion to make little notes or checkmarks. As you look at him doing his work, his eyes flutter up and meet yours. And in that brief moment, you feel a connection. The corners of his lips curl into a friendly smile as he stares back at you briefly, before once again dropping his gaze to the papers in front of him. Sydney did say he was unreadable; now you see why.

Before you can process further, Sydney returns with your stack of pancakes and places them in front of you. “Thanks, can I have some syr–,” but before you can continue, she’s placing the container of the sweet liquid in front of you with a wink.

As you dive into your comfort food, savoring each bite, the door to the kitchen swings open, and Joel emerges. Tall and confident, he approaches your seat, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Of course, he would come to talk to you now, right as you have a giant bite of pancake shoved into your mouth like an animal. The cherry on top of your already shit day.

"Sydney's been raving about you," he admits, a friendly smirk on his face. "Say’s you’re lookin’ for some work,” his voice is low and even, and his eyes briefly scan over the patrons before coming back to land on your face. For as hot as Sydney has been describing him as over the past few months, she forgot to mention how fucking sexy he sounds.

You stare back at him, gulping down the remaining pancake in your mouth.

Joel's eyes are trained on your face. What he really wanted to say was Sydney’s been raving about you, but she didn’t tell me how pretty you are. That was all the more apparent to him now that he sees you up close.

“We’re down a waitress, and we could use someone with your taste in breakfast and impeccable timing, if you’re interested?” he says, watching you fidget with the napkin in your lap.

“I – yes, yes I am very interested. I’ve never been a waitress, but I have great attention to detail and I’m sure I could pick it up quickly with the right guidance,” you say, straightening your posture, attempting to look more composed than he has you feeling right now.

“Well great, we’ll have you trained up in no time,” he says, his gaze lingers on your features for a beat longer than expected before he swivels on his heels, heading back to the kitchen. However, after a few steps, he abruptly pauses, pivoting back around with a thoughtful expression, as if there’s more he wants to share.

“Oops, my bad, sweetheart. Almost forgot my manners. I’m Joel, by the way. This is my diner,” he says, gesturing with one hand as if to show the space to you like you were seeing it for the first time, before offering his large hand toward you. You meet it with your own, giving him a firm shake while sharing your name.

"Can you start tomorrow?" he asks, and you respond with a satisfied "mhmm," sealing the deal with a wink from Joel. "Great – be here around seven in the morning then, and we’ll get cha all trained up" he adds with a grin, one that teeters the line between professional and flirtatious.

And just like that, in the midst of your syrup-drenched, emotionally charged morning you let out your first real smile of the day.

So there were four remedies to your situation.

Your bestie, pancakes, syrup, and Joel.

You finish your remaining pancake, letting your mind wander off, secretly hoping Joel will be showing you the ropes in more ways than one.

++++

The next morning, you get to the diner just as the sun is starting to rise, and you can't help but draw a parallel to Hilary Duff in A Cinderella Story, except now you’re the Diner Girl.

While you may not be gliding around on gaudy rollerskates, and Jennifer Coolidge isn't screaming at you “MORE SALMON! We need more Salmon!” there's an undeniable charm to the whole scenario that makes you chuckle. The uniform Sydney handed you on your way out may not be the stuff of fairytale gowns, but the fabric that clings to your skin is a tangible reminder that you're stepping into a different narrative today, a narrative where you’re employed and your boss isn’t a total jerk.

As you step into the diner, the familiar calms your nerves a bit. Joel, seemingly in tune with your arrival, glances up from behind the counter and shoots you a playful wink. Does he wink at all his employees?

"Morning, sunshine! Ready for your grand debut?" he teases, flashing a bright smile coupled with an adorable set of dimples. You manage a shy smile in response, feeling nervous once again, but it has nothing to do with learning your new job and all to do with the beautiful man in front of you that you’ll be close to the entire day.

Joel wastes no time guiding you through the diner's rhythm. With each task, he effortlessly blends instructions with charming banter, making the learning process feel less like work and more like a shared secret between the two of you.

"Here's where the magic happens," he says, gesturing to the row of gleaming coffee machines. "And trust me, making a perfect cup is an art; takes a lot of love."

“Aren’t these like super-fast automatic coffee brewers? You just load the beans and water and hit start?”

"Alright, smartass," he retorts, a playful glint in his eyes, "Yeah, they are, but you gotta press that button with love, baby. That's what makes it good."

Your laughter harmonizes with his, and you catch the infectious mirth in his expression – one hand on his hip, the other casually resting on the counter. Your eyes trace the veins on his forearms, distinctly visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves, and you can't help but admire the effortless confidence he exudes.

“Do it with love. I understand,” you respond.

“Good girl,” he responds. “Alright, next up – silverware rollin’, ya ready?” he asks.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you reply, a playful smile dancing on your lips, as you follow him to the back of the kitchen to grab a tray of freshly washed flatware. Returning to the dining room, he leads you to an empty booth tucked away from the prying eyes of coworkers, giving you the first taste of true solitude with him all morning.

"Now, watch and learn," he says, demonstrating a silverware roll that rivals any seasoned server. "The key is in the wrist action. It's all about finesse."

You mimic his movements, chuckling when your first attempt doesn't quite match his polished technique. He leans in a little closer, his warmth and encouragement almost palpable.

"See, you've got the basics down. But let me show you a little trick," he says, guiding your hand with his own. The close proximity sends a delicious shiver down your spine, and you can't help but revel in the extra attention to detail in his guidance. As he imparts his expertise, the thought of him taking charge and instructing you in other ways goes straight to your core.

“You’re a natural,” Joel says, responding to your growing stack of rolled silverware.

"You like taking orders?" he inquires, his gaze intense as he places the second-to-last rolled set in the pile you both created, and you complete your own. The implication behind his words hits you, and your eyes widen with surprise.

"Do I what?" you ask, a hint of uncertainty in your voice, unsure if your mind has ventured too far into the realm of innuendo to fully grasp his meaning.

"Taking orders – you seem like you'd be good at it," he says, pausing deliberately, well aware that he's causing a stir within you.

"You know, from customers?" he adds with a smirk, putting you out of your misery.

“Oh. Oh – uh, well, I’m not sure, I’ve never tried it,” you respond.

“First time for everything, darlin’. We can practice. I’ll be the customer, and you can take my order.”

He flashes you a charming smile, making it hard to resist. "Alright," you agree with a shy grin, readying your notepad. You start “Good morning, Sir! Can I get you starte–”

"Now, sweetheart, we've gotta do this right – stand up now, take my order properly," he interrupts, a playful tone in his voice. You shoot him a teasing side-eye, and he smirks, attempting to hide it by bringing his hand to his beard.

You rise and straighten your apron, and turn to face him at the table.

“Good morning, Sir –” you begin again, “what can I get started for you?”

"I'll have the classic bacon and eggs, toast on the side, and a steaming cup of your finest brew. Oh, and a side of your million-dollar smile, please."

You laugh at the last part, realizing this is exactly the kind of practice you need. "Got it, one bacon and eggs, toast, coffee, and a million-dollar smile," you repeat, jotting it down.

Joel nods approvingly. "You're a quick learner. Now, let's spice it up a bit. What if I want my eggs sunny-side-up, the toast lightly buttered, and the coffee extra strong?"

You take a moment to absorb the details, determined not to miss anything. "Sunny-side-up eggs, lightly buttered toast, and extra strong coffee," you recite confidently.

Joel grins. "Not bad, darlin’ – you’re a good listener.”

“Maybe you’re just a good teacher,” you playfully retort.

You don’t see it, but Joel palms himself beneath the denim of his jeans, attempting to adjust from the growing lack of space in them.

As the morning rolls into the afternoon, you finish out the rest of your shift at the diner and make the walk back home.

As you lay in bed, you try to rationalize all of your flirting with Joel.

He’s just nice. A Southern gentleman. He’s probably like this with all of his employees.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel lies in his own bed, also attempting to rationalize all of his flirting with you. He knows it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his heavy cock in hand to the thought of you that night.

++++

After nearly a month of seamlessly navigating the diner routine, you've become a fixture in the cozy ambiance. The playful banter between you and Joel has escalated to shameless flirting – a subtle touch from a passed laminated menu, an intentionally clumsy moment with the cash register as an excuse to get a little closer, and the unmistakable sensation of his gaze lingering on you as you lean over to wipe down the booths.

You even find yourself yelling out “Corner!” less than you should, hoping it might lead you to accidentally bump into him.

It's not exactly backbreaking labor, though it can take a toll on you physically. But you find yourself enjoying it—the thrill of pushing through a lengthy shift, the rush that accompanies swift movements and juggling various tasks during the bustling hours, the familiar faces of regulars who now greet you by name, and the bonus of spending extra time with Sydney.

For now, it's fulfilling enough. However, the more moments you share with Joel, the more it dawns on you that, at least when it comes to him, "enough" might never quite be sufficient.

++++

You normally work M-F, during the morning shift, and you’re grateful for the extra time on the weekends. You’re starting to feel like you might not actually need that facial oil now that you’re getting adequate rest. Take that, Mary Kay.

One Saturday night, as you’re sitting on your couch watching Kill Bill, your phone buzzes with an unfamiliar number, and curiosity pulls you in. Joel’s husky voice on the line tells you who it is, but he introduces himself anyway.

“Hey, darlin’ – it’s Joel. Listen, uh, I know it’s your day off but I was wondering if you might be able to come in to work tonight?” he asks.

Without pausing to let you respond, he lays it on thick, making a persuasive attempt to nudge you into saying yes, "The other servers are all tied up, and Suzanne had to call out, something about Mike not feeling right tonight, tight chest and all, so I told her to make sure he gets checked out."

"Oh no, that's awful. Yes, yes, of course, Joel. I'll be there in 15," you reply, hearing a sigh of relief on the other end.

"See you soon," he says.

"Oh? You're coming in, too?" you ask, trying not to sound overly excited.

"Well, someone's gotta make the food, right?" A little chuckle carries through the phone.

You remember it now; he had shared with you during that first day that working in the kitchen at night was one of the reasons he decided to take over owning the diner, his decision in part was fueled by his love of cooking. “Helps me remember why I started doing this in the first place," he had said. You were listening, but you were also distracted by him fidgeting with his coffee cup, watching him make small circles around the rim of it.

++++

As the night descends, the diner transforms. The hustle of the day gives way to an intimate, dimly lit ambiance. Joel, donned in his chef's coat, greets you with a sly grin, "Well, look who's gracing the night shift. It's just you and me tonight, darlin'."

"Think we can handle it?" you respond, not really talking about the dinner rush, and he knows it.

The air crackles with sexual tension as you and Joel maneuver through the shift. The need between you two is palpable; a desire only one thing could satiate, a hunger no amount of breakfast food could resolve.

The hours tick by, and the tile inside is illuminated by the soft glow of the neon sign outside. With the last order served, you both lean against the counter, a comfortable silence enveloping you.

Joel breaks it with a casual remark, "Hungry?"

"Starving,” you respond a playful edge to your voice, biting your lip. Joel’s eyes go dark as he stares at your plump flesh.

You are hungry, but not for food.

++++

Joel guides you to the prep station for a crash course on chicken and waffles.

“Now, I know you’re a pancake kinda girl, but trust me darlin’ when I say these chicken and waffles will make you fall in love,” he says. Yeah, they just might.

Joel, sleeves rolled up and a chef's jacket in hand, hands it over with a grin that hints at more than just a cooking lesson. The oversized jacket drapes over you as he gives a quick once-over. He chuckles, “you look cute like this, sweetheart,” he says before he heads to the fridge for supplies.

Returning with a bunch of ingredients, he starts showing you the ropes of making waffle batter. "You like to cook?” he asks, pouring flour into a bowl. His hands move with ease, adding baking powder, a pinch of salt, and a dash of sugar. You crack the eggs into the mix, and he throws in some vanilla extract, giving the batter a fragrant twist.

“I mean, I don’t not like to cook, but I can’t say I’m very good at it. I think I’m better with instruction,” you answer. You notice his gaze deepen, going darker almost, as he hands you a whisk. “Mix it up then. Give it your all,” he says, and you start blending.

As you stir the batter, you sense Joel subtly adjusting his position until he's right behind you. He towers over you from behind. His arms gently encircle your body, and his backside hovers just an inch away from yours. He’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. "The secret," he murmurs in a low, almost whispered tone near your ear, "is to whisk it just enough, not too much. The air bubbles make it fluffy." His voice carries a blend of guidance and desire.

His hand moves up to sweep your hair away from your neck, causing your mixing to slow as his fingertips graze the sensitive skin. Goosebumps erupt across your entire body, and he presses his lips to the soft skin behind your ear.

“Joel,” you whimper, tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

“Keep mixin’ darlin,” he commands. You try, but the distraction of him on you makes you forget the simple action altogether.

You close the gap between your bodies and take a small step back so your backside is firmly pressed against him. You let out a gasp as you feel the thick shape of him on your ass. He continues to nip at your neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin there. You grab the counter in a poor attempt to steady yourself, and press into him harder, and he responds pinning your hips to the counter until his growing cock is all the more noticeable.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he lets out a little hiss. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to get you alone like this – haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” A soft moan escapes you, and in the blink of an eye, his hands find your hips. Before you can react, he swiftly turns you around to face him.

“You like being told what to do, baby? I’ll tell you what to do, but I’m not gonna tell you twice,” Joel says as his large palm comes up to hold the column of your throat, his thumb just under your jaw, tilting you up to face him.

“So if I tell you to get on your knees, you’re gonna do it,” he says, voice low. “If I tell you to look at me, you’re gonna do it,” he continues, “and if I tell you to swallow, you’re gonna do it like the perfect little slut I know you are,” he says, dipping his face lower to you. You wonder if he can feel your pulse quickening under his hand, caught in a lusty daze fueled by hot breath and the sight of his blown pupils.

“Tell me you understand,” he commands, not really questioning.

“Yes - yeah, I understand,” you say, tightening your grip on his forearm, feeling the strength of his muscles still grasping you, pulling you closer to him.

You think for a moment he might kiss you, his lips barely an inch from yours, but he doesn’t.

“Good girl,” he praises, “since I know you’re so good at practicing, let’s do it again,” he suggests, releasing his grip on you.

“Get on your fucking knees, baby.”

You fall to your knees and feel the hard, cold tile against your bare calves. You position yourself beneath him and fold your hands in your lap, waiting for him to give you further instructions. He reaches down and brings his pointer finger down to lift your chin up to face him. He runs his thumb over your lips.

“So pretty like this, baby.” He thinks you're pretty.

As he releases you, you take that as permission and reach out to undo the buckle of his belt. You fumble with the cool metal momentarily, until it’s completely unbuckled before you begin to work with the zipper on his pants. You tug both his pants and his underwear down just below his hips, and his thick length springs to attention.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the size of him. He’s big. His cock is already at full attention, red and weeping. Your mouth waters at the sight of it. You look up at him, silently asking for permission to touch him, and he nods. “All yours’” he says, and your hand comes to wrap around the base of him. The thought of all of him being yours stirs something low in your belly.

Before you can put him in your mouth, he grabs your wrist to pull you back up to your feet.

“Too many clothes, sweetheart. Need to see those fuckin’ tits,” he growls, tearing your uniform off, almost bare save for your bra. You’re gonna need a new one. His eyes are glued to your chest, admiring the red bra you’ve been hiding under your uniform.

“As much as I like the way this looks on, I’d like it a helluva lot better off,” he says while hastily unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the kitchen floor. Your nipples harden in the cool air, entrancing Joel. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits,” swatting your left one, in awe of the way it bounced on impact.

“Back on your knees,” ordering you once again. You obey without hesitation, almost automatically.

You stroke along his length, feeling the silky warmth of his skin, the heat, and the thick veins that add texture to each pass of your palm. You pause at the top of him and let out a little squeeze, until a small bead of precum forms at the tip. You lap it up, and Joel lets out a groan and his hands fall to grab the back of your neck.

“Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby.” I’ll do anything you want as long as you call me baby, you reply in your head.

You part your lips and tease your tongue around and then start sucking on the tip, slowly taking more in until you’re sucking on the full head of his cock and your tongue is whirling around it. Joel’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, and he gently cants his hips forward, urging you to take more of him.

You’re barely halfway down and the back of his cock is already on your throat. You start bobbing your head up and down, and Joel mutters a little curse under his breath and bites down on his lip.

“Such a good girl f’me, takin’ this cock down your sweet little throat,” you moan around him, the sound reverberating against him, “yeah, this what you wanted, hmm? Needed your throat fucked like a slut?”

Your thighs clench together, a syrupy mess of your own slick smears on your skin, and his filthy words add to the roaring ache in your cunt. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Joel as you notice him stiffen just a little more. How is that even possible?

You pick up your pace, pushing yourself to take more of him. He thrusts shallow but firmly, meeting your movements along his shaft.

“Tha’s it baby, just like that…” his groans are lecherous, coupled with the profane sounds of you gagging on his cock. You’d listen to that on a loop if you could.

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you off him. There will be plenty of opportunities for him to fill your mouth up, but right now, he has other priorities. He does take an extra moment to watch you wipe the saliva and precum from your mouth with the back of your hand. It’s a vulgar sight and he commits it to memory.

He helps you to your feet, and your knees on fire from the harshness of the floor. You’ll pay for it later, but for now, the soreness is a small price to pay for the exhilaration you’re experiencing with your super hot, hung boss.

Without warning, he scoops you up in his brawny arms and carries you off to the closest booth adjacent to the kitchen. With your back flat on the table, you feel the cool laminate tabletop on your skin and it adds a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel’s chest pressed against yours moments ago.

Your upper back is on the small table, leaving just enough room for your hips to slightly dangle off the edge, Joel’s hips between your legs. Your head ghosts the condiment bottles at the edge and he holds you in place there, teasing you.

He pauses to admire the way you look up at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your perky tits slightly falling to the side, a little sheen of sweat on your chest. He pauses to admire the way you still look flustered, but composed, knowing he’s going to fuck every ounce of that right out of you.

Joel wants to untangle you like a knotted ball of yarn, he wants to claim ownership of every inch of your body, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer.

He drops to his own knees this time, hooking his thumbs into your underwear to pull them down with him.. His face immediately finds your cunt, and he wastes no time before he lays a trail of soft kisses over your wet and waiting folds. He starts slow, a kiss here, a lap there, and eventually begins to pick up his pace.

He sinks a thick middle finger into you, and your hips cant up at the welcomed intrusion and your back arches, unable to stay on the table. You feel his hot breath on your cunt, and let out a small mmm at the way he presses his forearm across your lower half to lower you back down to the table, to keep you still.

His mouth returns to your clit to work you, and he adds another finger, twisting and working them both into you with precision. You’re so fucking close – your slow crawl to the cliff of your orgasm turns into a full-on sprint.

You’re so close, and he can tell by the way your body tenses under him.

“Please,” you moan. “Please – ugh, neeeeed to come, please let me come,” you beg.

“Just a little longer, baby. You can come when I say you can.” Joel says, voice slightly muffed against your wet skin.

He presses his lips against your clit, but doesn’t give you enough tongue to get you where you need to go. You’re already so swollen, sensitive – you know all you’ll need is a little suck and you’ll be gone.

You don’t know how much longer you can stave off your pleasure, but you want to be good for him, to listen, to obey.

He knows you want to come, that’s obvious, and god does he want to know what you look like when you do, to feel it, to be the reason; but still, he continues to tease and let it build. Your face twists, your jaw goes slack, and your eyes close and it all but screams I’m close, make me come, make me come.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and he grazes it with the top of his tongue and closes around you. You flutter your eyes closed. You warn him that you’re close, “Joel, fuck, please let me come. Please, please, please,” you rasp out your pleas with a symphony of moans.

Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to take mercy on you. He looks up at you through his thick lashes, drinking in the way he has you melting, the way he has you begging.

“You can come, baby. Go ahead, want you to soak my face,” he says, voice hoarse but still smooth like velvet.

You obey and feel the taste of your sweet release rush through you like a warm summer breeze on a hot day. Your vision goes white, and your whole body tenses with pleasure as he works you through it.

“Fuck, so pretty with you come f’me, baby. Being such a good girl, listening to my every command,” he says and lifts his head. His dilated pupils tell you he’s high on it; on you.

Your slick shines on his beard, illuminated by the atmospheric glow of the streetlights peering into the dark diner. He looks at you, breath slightly ragged, and brings his fingers to his lips to smear the remaining slick from his face onto them, and he pops his finger in his mouth like he’s savoring the last bite of the best meal he’s ever had.

“Taste so fuckin’ delicious, baby. Must be from all that syrup you eat.”

And shit, it’s filthy. He looks indecent in the most delectable of ways.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he says, grabbing his thick cock in hand and lining the head of it up against your wet and waiting hole, pausing there before pressing in. You let out a little whine.

‘Shh, baby,” he coos, “‘m gonna give you what you need, don’t worry,” he says. Both of his hands come to your hips, surely leaving little bruises under his strong grip. Your slick makes it easy for him to bury himself in you to the hilt, even with the size of him. Your greedy cunt taking every inch of him like it’s your fucking job, like it was made for him.

He pauses for a moment to give you a second to adjust; you feel so full, you swear you feel him in your lungs.

He begins a relentless pace, thrusting his cock deep inside of you, the obscene sounds of the clapping noises, a wet and wanton song made as a result of your wetness keys you up.

“Fuck, yes, Joel – YES,” you cry.

“Yeah? Say thank you to me, baby. Say thank you for giving you this cock, for fucking you dumb,” he commands.

Thank you – thrust – tha - thrust – thank you, fuck, thrust.

He fucks into you so hard that your head hits the condiments, knocking them over. The ketchup bottle falls, the sugar packets scatter, and the syrup tips over. A slight ooze of the viscous substance starts to pool on the table and get into your hair, but you don’t care, this feels too good to care.

Just as you’re about to come, Joel notices the pool of auburn liquid running over the table and onto the red booth below.

“Tsk, tsk, baby – makin’ a mess – creaming on my cock, and spilling syrup on the floor,” he says, continuing his pace. You feel your walls clench around him. Just as quickly as he entered, he retreats, and you whine at the loss. “Get up,” he says.

You do as he says and rise onto your legs. They’re shakey like Jell-O. You watch as he reaches over the table and grabs the sticky glass bottle from the table.

“On your knees again,” he asks of you for the third time tonight. You pause, your body sore and your knees aching. “You hear me, baby? I said get on your knees.”

You do as he says, and kneel before him, once again worshiping at the altar of the man above you.

You look up at him with bated breath and watch him use his free hand to rip off his shirt and throw it onto the booth beside him.

“Come closer,” he says, “and open,” you kneel before him with your mouth open, your inviting tongue waiting to be used. He uses his hand to grab the base of his heavy cock, and he taps it on your widespread tongue a few times before holding the syrup bottle high in the air, centering it above his cock and your open mouth.

You watch with wide eyes as he tips the bottle over just a smidge, and a long, thin, sticky stream of syrup begins to rain down onto his hardness, falling off the sides of it, down to the floor, and all over your chin.

“Clean me up, baby,” he says, and your lips close around him. You begin to suck and lick every inch of him, savoring the golden liquid that creates a tantalizing mix of sweetness from the sugar and salt from his pre-cum. You hum as you work him, savoring every bit, and eventually, the skin on his cock is syrup free and you take him at a more consistent pace. You hear Joel groan, and it encourages you to take him deeper, harder, faster.

You look up at him through wet lashes, tears forming in the corners of them, as he holds your now sticky hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses your mouth.

“Such a good hole for me,” he says, “so fucking good, baby, you’re so perfect.”

You let him chase his high, and open wider when you see his jaw tighten and his tight core tense, the grip on your hair pulling tighter.

“You’re gonna swallow,” he says. “All of it,” he commands, and his jaw goes slack and he releases a rush of warm cum down your throat. It tastes musky, but a little drop of syrup you missed during your cleaning job makes it sweeter.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he says, panting heavily, holding you on his cock as he throbs out the final pumps of his release.

He lets go of your hair and you pop off of him and use your fingers to clean off the rest of the syrup from your chin and smile up at him. God, you must look like a wreck.

He extends out his large palm in a gesture to help you off the floor. As you rise to stand, his fingers find the underside of your jaw and he tilts you up to look at him.

He looks at you, the darkness behind his eyes has been replaced with someone else; pride.

“You really are a good listener, baby.” He says. He gazes down at you, his thumb delicately tracing the contour of your jaw. This moment feels significant.

Leaning in, he tenderly places his lips on yours. The sensation takes your breath away, and as he intensifies the kiss, you willingly welcome the exploration of his tongue, relishing the warmth and savoring his taste. Tonight, you've experienced every other aspect of him, but in this moment time seems to stretch as your lips remain locked.

As he breaks the kiss, a contented smile graces your face, and you feel as if you could float away.

“Now really, let’s eat some food,” he says, letting a low chuckle escape from his lips, “I still owe you some chicken and waffles.”

“And you owe me a new uniform,” you say, grabbing his hand to follow him to the kitchen, totally naked.

Joel actually teaches you how to make the meal this time. He offers you another chef's coat to cover your body, but he doesn’t let you keep it on for long. As your breakfast-dinner cooks, he hoists you up on the counter and eats you again. He makes you orgasm more times in one night than you think you ever have with any of your previous partners.

You were right in your initial thinking. Enough will never be enough when it comes to Joel.

You’ll always want more.

More of this, and more of him.

And the one thing that’s the most certain is that you’ll most definitely want more fucking syrup.

Good thing you work at a diner.

END

Bonus Drabble Coming Soon: How will Sydney react when you tell her about your steamy night with Joel?

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mariacallous · 28 days

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Leave it to Sephardic Jews to make even a pedestrian dish — the ubiquitous matzah brei, a mash-up of fried matzah and egg — into something sublime.

In his landmark book “The Sephardic Kitchen“ published in 1996, Rabbi Robert Sternberg introduced many of us to the flavors and pleasures of Sephardic Jewish cuisine. Masa Tiganitas is a Passover recipe of the Greek Jews — “tiganites” is the Greek word for pancakes and, according to Sephardic cook and author Jennifer Abadi, tiganitas is related to the word for “fried.” Masa Tiganitas is also a dish enjoyed by Italian Jews during Passover.

In Sternberg’s version, matzah squares are soaked in milk, dipped in a combination of egg and yogurt and then fried in oil. As opposed to matzah brei, or bumelos de masa, the matzah in Sternberg’s recipe is not crushed. They are left whole, dunked, fried and then sweetened with a drizzle of honey or arrope (a syrup made of grapes), and topped with a sprinkling of walnuts. Think fried matzah meets baklava. I am in love.

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jihyoruri · 9 months

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE(1/2) huh yunjin x reader

warnings: swearing, this is a part one of two imagines, high school au, based on tatbilb, this is a long one and so will the next part

jennifer huh.

yn knows her as yunjin.

well, that was before she was the lacrosse superstar womanizer that everyone in the school loves for some reason.

yn knew her since they were little kids, when they had their own friend group that would hang out at school and all after, when yn had a raging crush on the charismatic girl,before high school was a thing in their young minds, before yn was deemed not good enough to be what they call "popular."

it's not like yn dwells on it though, she totally doesn't think about how her ex best friend is now dating her ex crush, she always knew they would get together, they belong together so why should she care?

she has all she needs, she has her two sisters, her dad and her best friend.

she's over huh yunjin.

so why does she have to come back into her life?

.♡♡.

the sound of taylors voice plays from yn’s record player, it blends in with the sound of the hard rain that hits her window.

she places the thick black headband on her head it goes well with her knitted cream sweater, she smiles at herself in the mirror while humming to the song.

she looks at the vintage clock on her night table, that her older sister got for her, 6:15.

that should be enough time to make that breakfast that she planned on making since last night, they better be appreciative she thinks to herself.

she grabs her already packed backpack, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen turning on the lights.

she gets to it, heart shaped pancakes, fruits, bacon for her dad, spam for her little sister hyein, she always includes something that her family members like, she would include something for her older sister miyeon but she’s gone for college.

yn let’s out a sigh at the thought, with miyeon out of the house that meant that yn was the big sister, the responsible one, the one that makes sure that dad gets his coffees and that he gets home from work safe, that one that makes sure hyein has her grades up and is doing good.

the only thing is that’s not yn, she’s the middle child with her head in clouds, the hopeless romantic with no responsibilities.

now she has all of miyeon’s duties.

the sound of foot steps fill yn’s ears as she places all of the food on the island in the kitchen, they only eat on the dinner table during dinner.

“good morning, honey.” her dads voice fills the room, all ready in his work clothes, he comes up to yn and places a kiss at the side of her head, “this is amazing, what the occasion?”

yn looks at him offended, “why does there need to be an occasion for me to do something nice?” she asks affronted.

“because you only go cooking or baking crazy when stuff is on your mind.” he says stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“well, to bad for you mr doctor.” she says to him pouring coffee in his cup which makes him look at her even more suspicious only miyeon knows how to make his coffee right.

“oh, don’t look at me like that, I made sure to ask miyeon how to make your coffee correct before she left.” yn said irritated, “and I am totally fine, so stop looking at me like that.” she tried to say harshly but came out pretty soft.

“I’m not looking at you any way.” he dad responds putting another bacon his mouth before giving her an obvious pointed.

“oh, would you-” yn got cut off by the fast steps of her young sister coming down the stairs, “I smell pancakes!”

yn smiles at hyein as she sits in her seat, hyein rushing to put syrup on both the pancakes and her spam.

yn scrunches her face, “that’s disgusting.” she says looking at hyein’s maple syrup covered plate.

“you know what’s disgusting?” hyein asks with a hint of what yn would call evil in her voice, before yn can respond the younger girl pours syrup on yn’s eggs.

“you brat!” yn yells, “dad!” this is why miyeon needs to be here.

her dad just ignored the two girls taking a sip of his coffee.

hyein laughed as yn looked at her plate in disgust.

“eat up girls.” their dad said, “school starts soon, yn you okay with driving miyeons car?”

yn just nods her head hesitantly, truth to be told, she hates driving, it gives her anxiety she doesn’t know how miyeon and dad do it.

“I’m gonna bring my helmet.” hyein says laughing at yn’s annoyed face, their dad joining in.

“ha, ha, very funny.”

.♡♡.

yn pulls into her schools parking lot, turing down the music and parking beside a familiar looking car.

her heart slows down when she the person come out of their car, aeri.

she’s miyeon’s newly ex girlfriend, but before she was miyeon’s girlfriend, ex girlfriend, she was yn’s first girlfriend, well girl-friend.

yn crushed on the older girl for years, just hoping that she liked her back, and one day did give her a little hope.

“how do you tell someone you like her.” aeri said to yn as the girl looked up from the book.

this is it, yn thought to herself, but then she saw the blush rush to aeri’s face as she talked about the person, looking up at the library ceiling like a lovesick puppy, and yn knew it wasn’t her.

but there was still a little hope.

but that hope disappeared when miyeon came home, her face red, yn couldn’t tell if it was from the coldness or something else.

“aeri asked me out,”miyeon said with a dreamy look on her face, yn’s mouth dropped in shock as miyeon took off her thick scarf, “I think we’re like girlfriends, isn’t that carzy?”

and oh, how yn wanted to run up to her room and cry, but then she saw how happy miyeon looked, yn hasn’t seen her look like that since before their mom died.

so with that yn wrote a letter.

a letter that poured her whole heart out to aeri, and tucked it away in a box, it was the last letter that yn has ever wrote for her crushes.

when yn gets a crush it’s not like any old crushes, her feelings are strong and doesn’t matter what age she is, they just get so strong that the only thing she can do is write it out on a page and put it away.

miyeon would tell her that she’s being dramatic and it’s unhealthy but that’s just yn, a hopeless romantic that writes love letters to her crushes that she will never send out.

never.

“holy shit, you drove here.” aeri’s strong voice fills yn’s ears as she gets out of the car, “this is like a big accomplishment, I thought I’d have to drive you to school all year, not that I’d be complaining though.” aeri said longingly.

ever since miyeon broke up with her, she’s been going to lengths to keep that relationship with the rest of the family, she was close to them before she dated miyeon she’s their neighbour and still wanted to be close to them now, yn felt bad for her, all she wanted to say is that she would never break up with her like miyeon did.

“dad’s been making me.” yn said, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, he keeps telling her that she has to get comfortable with the road.

“want me to talk to him?” aeri asks, as they walk into the school, “he loves me.”

yn shakes her head, “nah it’s okay, he’s right I do need to learn.” she says as they make a stop at aeri’s locker.

yn watches aeri open her locker, she’s just doing a normal thing and she’s mesmerized, this is bad, really bad, yn can’t still be in love with aeri.

“yo!” a familiar voice shouts wrapping their arm around yn’s shoulder, “where have you been, y/n/n?” ryujin says to yn.

ryujin has been yn’s best friend since freshman year, after ryujin’s cousin dropped yn, she was their to pick up the pieces and has been their ever since.

“I’ve been here.” yn replies, “where have you been should be my question?”

“I’ve been around.” ryujin shrugs, “sorry aeri, I’m gonna have to steal yn for little bye!” ryujin says before pulling yn down the hall.

“have you heard the news?” ryujin asks like it’s the most crazy thing known to mankind.

“what news?”

“maya and yunjin broke up! can you believe that?.” ryujin says with a jump, “she left yunjin for some collage chick.”

maya, yn’s ex best friend and now yunjins ex girlfriend, maya is the one that dropped yn like she was nothing, like she did something wrong to her, yn will never understand why, they were so close, maya leaving her behind left her really blindsided.

maya had yunjin been in an relationship since the 8th grade, they’re in grade 11 now, yeah that’s a long time we know.

“you’re lying.” yn said, her mouth agape.

“would I lie?”

yn give ryujin a pointed look.

“okay, yes I would but I’m not about this, my evil cousin broke up with her bimbo sports star womanizer girlfriend the huh yunjin!” ryujin said. “this is huge this is crazy.”

“I’m very surprised you didn’t know, it’s like breaking news.” ryujin said as they walk up the stairs, “but then again all you do is stay in your room reading while listening to taylor or lana records or your baking your life away because somethings on your mind.” ryujin said nudging yn, “you’re such a dork.”

“I’m hurt.” yn said with a faux wounded voice, pressing her palm against her own chest.

“oh, I apologize, please forgive me, I will walk you to your class.” ryujin says dramatically.

.♡♡.

yn’s back at home sitting in room at her desk, doing her homework, her and hyein got into a fight in the car, she can barely remember what it’s about, but she knows hyein definitely remembers, nobody can hold a grudge like that girl.

yn walked down the stairs and sees hyein watching tv, “did you do your homework?”

“yeah.” hyein responds her eyes still on the tv, “what are we having for dinner?” the young girl asks.

“I was thinking about ordering pizza.” yn says picking up her book that she left on the couch the night before, “since dad is gonna be home late.”

hyein eyes lit up, “yes! order pizza.”

yn smiles happy atgt hyein doesn’t seem mad at her, for now

“oh, I gotta put in gas.” yn said letting out a groan, that’s another reason on why she hates driving, the money expense that comes along with it, she’s grateful that her dads a doctor, but what happens when she’s on her own?

“you know.” hyein starts, “if you had a partner, they would drive us around and you wouldn’t with your terrible driving.”

yn ignored that last comment.

“you know, like how aeri would drive us around.” hyein added.

“well, are you gonna find me a significant other you child?” yn asked pushing her sisters head.

“maybe.” is all the younger girl replies with.

.♡♡.

yn was at her locker when aeri came up to her in the morning a look on her face that yn couldn’t really pin point.

“yn, can I talk to you?” the girl asked, she seemed really stressed out which made yn concerned.

“yeah sure.” yn said putting her pink sweater over her tank top, the school has been so chilly lately.

“why didn’t you tell me?” aeri asks.

“what?”

“why didn’t you tell me that you liked me…” aeri trailed off and yn finally took a proper look at her, yn scared her, her eyes stopping at a familiar envelope in aeri’s hand.

this couldn’t be, no way, yn felt like she was gonna throw up, how did that get out? how did this happen what do I do ?

“where did you get that?” was the only thing that could come out of yn’s mouth, she feels herself growing lightheaded, is this what being in shock feels like ?

“I got it in the mail.”

yn let out a big sigh, “just for you to know, this is like very old, very very old.” she says taking it out of aeri’s hand, “like I barely remember what I wrote.”

I wish I could drag my hand through your hair.

yeah totally don’t remember.

I need away to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know yn, this just really threw me off, I mean miyeon breaking up with me and now me finding out that you liked-”

“I have a girlfriend.” yn cuts her off abruptly. shit, why did I say that.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“who?”

“what?”

“who’s your girlfriend.”

that’s when she comes to yn’s vision, huh yunjin in all her glory, walking down the hallways like she owned the place.

“jennifer huh.” is the first, “huh yunjin!” the ringing of the bell fills the hallway, yn smoothly turns around, “see you later aeri, I gotta go!”

yn does something that you could never imagine someone like her doing, she runs down the hallway and practically launches her self into the taller girls arms, her feet a little above the ground, yunjin raises her brows amused, “yn? what in the-”

she doesn’t answer all the she does is kiss her.

all that goes through her mind is that she hopes aeri is watching or all of that was for nothing.

yn’s heart beats like crazy, this is so not like her, she hasn’t even kissed people like that, but all thoughts leave her mind when she realizes that she’s kissing her back, huh yunjin is kissing her back.

yn opens her eyes and pulls away and yunjin is wearing the same expression on her face that she was wearing before, amused but also confused. “thank you so much.” yn whispers, “your welcome?” yunjin replies still very much confused.

yn untangles herself from yunjins arms and sprints off to the opposite direction.

.♡♡.

yn waits outside of the girls locker room, waiting for yunjin to come out, she’s been wanting to explain this mornings incident all day, it’s the least that she can do.

yunjin was the very last person to come out, her hair was wet and she had an oversized sweater with her jersey number on it, yn couldn’t lie she looked good.

yunjin takes a look at yn and all she says is, “hey.” and doesn’t stop walking.

yn rushes to keep up with the taller girls strides, “so, about this morning.” she laughs awkwardly.

yunjin finally comes to a stop, “oh, yeah what was that about?”

“it was just…” yn trails off, “a prank, a dumb joke.”

“oh, and does it have to do with that letter that I got this morning.” yunjin says crossing her arms, leaning against the wall.

so they all did get out.

“yes, well no, actually yes.” yn stutters out.

yunjin let’s put a deep sign, “look.” she says leaning up from the wall, “I think you’re cute, in a cute dorky way, I don’t know, but me and maya just broke up so…”

yn is flabbergasted, her mouth drops in shock, huh yunjin is letting her down like this?! and what does cute in a dorky way mean? that doesn’t feel like a compliment to yn.

“I mean it’s very flattering.” yunjin continues, “that you’ve liked me for so long but… you know.”

“I do not like you.” yn says very loudly. “so you’ve got no reason to be giving me the letting you down easy thing.”

yunjin looks side to side, before leaning down to yn’s height, “so then why did you kiss me.”

yn let’s out an annoyed sigh, “i kissed you, so someone thinks I don’t like them, and that I like you even though I don’t and I do like them.” yn says like it’s the most understanding thing known.

yunjin looks at her confused.

“you see, my letters got sent out-”

“wait letters as in multiple? how many are there?”

“five-anyway the one that I actually like found out and you can see how bad that might b-”

a light frown comes upon yunjins face“who?”

yn leans back awkwardly, “that’s classified information.”

“I think I deserve to know.” yunjin says giving yn a pointed look, “or I’ll just go on thinking that you’re still obsessed with me.

“aeri uchinaga!”

yunjin furrows her eyebrows, “wait isn’t that girl dating your sister?”

“um, dated past tense.” yn coughs up, “but you can already see how bad that situation is, and I just said the first thing that came to mind and that was you.”

“so you used me to save yourself?”

“yes, exactly.” yn responded before cringing.

but all yunjin does is laugh, “I think I should add funny to cute and dorky list.”

yn glares her eyes at her.

“you know, we should keep this up.”

“what?” she can’t be serious.

“I mean, maya has been going crazy since this morning and it’s nice to see.” yunjin shrugs, “she can realize what she’s missing out on and this can also help you with your situation with aeri.”

“no, no way.” yn said turning around but yunjin grabbed her wrist and turned her back.

“come on.” she dragged out, “it’s a win win, I get show maya what she’s missing and you can do whatever you’re doing with aeri.”

yn just stared at her for a little, something like this could end very bad.

“aeri seemed to believe it this morning.”

that’s what got to yn’s head.

“I’m in.”

.♡♡.

yn sits in her bed, her head in her hands as she listens to ryujin’s voice.

“gosh, I can’t believe you jumped yunjin like a crazy woman and kissed her.” ryujin laughs through the phone, word got around to ryujin about what happened and she called yn immediately to make sure that it was true

“yes I did now shut up or I’m hanging up on you.” yn said embarrassed into the phone but all ryujin did was tease her more, is yn did what she threatened to do, hang up on her.

yn let out sigh and flopped on her back, turning her head towards her door she sees her dad peaking his head through, “I’m gonna be dropping hyein off in the morning since my hours changed and miyeons car is in the shop after you scratch it.”

yn cringed at the memory, “so, you are taking the school bus for now on, yay you!” you dad says before going back into his room.

yn looks up at the light on her ceiling, at least she doesn’t have to drive anymore.

.♡♡.

yn sees yunjin standing in the parking lot beside her car, when she comes off the bus, yunjin raises her hand at the girl, “are you seriously taking that thing everyday?”

yn scrunched her face, thing?, “yes, I am taking the school bus.” yn makes sure to add more base in her voice when she said “school bus.”, “my sisters car is at the shop and my dad can’t drop me off, so I have to take the bus.” yn says nonchalantly, “I mean it’s a win for me I don’t even like driving.”

yunjin let’s out a groan like this is the most offensive thing that someone could say to her, she opens her mouth to say something but decides against it, opting to hold grab yn’s hand and holds it as they walk in lowly muttering, “just walk and look pretty.” to yn

walk and look pretty I can do that yn thinks to herself, I think .

yn side eyes awkwardly as she puts on a smile as yunjin says hi to every person know to earth, how many people does this girl know?, but she has to act natural like her and yunjin are a thing a couple, so she keeps that smile on her face.

yn thought yunjin was done her little meet and greet but she was so wrong, her face dropped when a bunch of yunjin’s teammates come up to them this was starting to get annoying

after yunjin is done talking,yn tries to slip her hand out of yunjins grasp, but the taller girls grip tightened, “your hand is all warm and clammy.” yn hissed at the yunjin.

“I think yours are.” yunjin said through clenched teeth.

yn gave her a “the fuck” face, from what yn knows in her years of living her hands don’t get all warm, sweaty and clammy.

when they get to yn’s locker, yunjin turns yn to face her, and leans in to try and kiss her, out of panic yn raised her pointer finger and let it smush against yunjins lips.

“what the hell!” yunjin says looking at yn’s finger with a concerning amount of anger.

“sorry I panicked!.” yn says, “also don’t sneak up on me like that!, I’m not you.”

“you better lower your voice dummy.” yunjin says pointing her finger in yn’s face before looking around to see if anyone heard yn.

“don’t call me dummy.” yn says crossing her arms, “you dummy.”

yunjin rolls her eyes at yn, it’s obvious she’s annoyed with yn’s behaviour and yn’s about to lecture her how this is yunjin’s fault and not hers, until in the corner of her eyes she sees maya walking down the hallway.

“gotta go!” yn says quickly, speed walking towards the other direction.

.♡♡.

yn sits on yunjin’s desk chair watching the other girl hang up her jersey, yunjin drove yn over to her house after school since they definitely had to go over some ground rules after the fiasco that this morning was.

“I know it’s gonna be you with the ideas and rules so hit me.” yunjin says as she hangs stuff in her closet.

“okay so,” yn says clasping her hands together, “we obviously have to come up with a origin story, how about I was your first kiss-”

“you, my first kiss?” yunjin interrupts, “I think me being yours is definitely more believable.”

yn squeezes her eyes shut for a second before opening them, “I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t get offended by that and continue, so I was first kiss when we were like in middle school and ever since then ive been a thing at the back of your mind.” yn says doing a little wiggle at her idea, “sorta like she fell first and he fell harder but it’s she fell first and she fell harder.”

yunjin stares at yn for while only snapping out of her daze when yn snaps at her. “are you even listening?”

“oh yeah.” yunjin replied shaking her head, “yeah, we can go with that.”

yn clapped her hand excitedly at her idea being approved and yunjin softly smiles at yn’s big smile, “okay, now let’s get to the rules.” yn says opening her backpack and taking out a bright pink notebook.

“you’re writing this down?” yunjin asked in confusion.

“to stay organized.” yn says shrugging her shoulders, doodling little hearts on the page already. “okay, so first rule, we can’t tell anybody that this is fake.”

“duh.” yunjin says before sitting up, “we have to talk about each other like we’re in love and shit when we’re around other people and either me and you aren’t around.”

yn laughs for a second for teasingly saying, “I don’t think I had anything fond that comes to my head when I think about you.”

“you had a lot to say in your letter.” yunjin says lowly.

“I don’t even remember what I said.”

“you said you love how beautiful my big eyes are, and that I have a way of making people feel special.” yunjin said her eyes becoming soft.

yn looks up from the page, “I did didn’t I? wow you were really something back then, huh?

yunjin flinches at the word were.

yn can feel the atmosphere shift, yunjins mood not being the same, “hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine, dude.” yunjins laughs awkwardly sitting on her and pulling the chair that yn’s sitting on closer to her. “let’s get down some more rules, and then I’m gonna drive the princess home to her palace.”

.♡♡.

it’s been about a mouth since yn and yunjin had started “dating.”, and it’s been going well, people believe them, yunjin has been driving yn and hyein to school, everything thing is great.

yn blew her hair out of her face as she rolled the dough, she was making pastries for hyein’s school bake sale, and as the baker in the family it was obvious who the responsibilities of that was going to lay on.

yn dusted off her pink apron that miyeon brought back for her when aeri and her went to japan together, as she hears the doorbell go off.

yn flinches immediately when she opens the door and it reveals, huh yunjin, who bursts out laughing at the sight of yn, she had flour all over her.

“is this a makeup thing?” the athlete asks as she laughs.

yn gives her a an unamused look before she rolls her eyes, “what do you want yunjin?” yn asks as she turns away, heading back to the kitchen and leaving the door open for yunjin to close.

“to pick you up!” yunjin says raising her hands, as yn looks at her in confusion, “to the party, did you read my letter?” yunjin has been writing yn letters daily since that’s something that maya always wanted her to do but she never did.

“I was going to.” yn says defensively as she slaps yunjins hand away from the chocolate chips, “ but I got caught up with this.” she says gesturing to the island that’s filled with baking supplies.

“but you promised that you’d go to my games and parties with me.” yunjin whines leaning against the counter.

“sorry.”

“you know what.” yunjin sits up “hand me an apron, I’m helping you so this can go faster and we can go.”

“wha-”

“you’re not getting out of this one l/n.” yunjin says, “hand me an apron.”

yn sighs defeatedly and turns to get a plain pastel yellow apron from the shelf and hands it to yunjin.

“I want that one.” yunjin says pointing at the one on yn’s body, “no, this is mine.”

“you owe me for not reading my letters.”

“nope.” yn shakes her head, “this is non negotiable, I were this every time I bake it’s like my lucky charm.”

“but if I wear it I’ll be your lucky charm.”

“yeah no.” yn says before going on her tippy toes and putting the apron over yunjin’s head and tied it.

“so, why is this party so important.” yn asks as they both begin.

“it’s important because maya is gonna be there.” yunjin says nudging yn, “this will be the night where I show my girl off to everyone.”

yn tries not be affected by the words, she really does know how to make people feel special.

“you do realize you’re putting my life in danger right?” yn asks dramatically. “maya is a the most jealous person to exist on earth.” yn says as she measures.

“no she isn’t.”

“yes she is, I remember when we were like 8 and I finally got that ken doll that everyone wanted-” yn starts her rant but gets cut off.

“oh, yeah you guys were like bffs.” yunjin teases.

“I wouldn’t say bff…” yn trailed off, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by the front door opening.

“I’m home.” her dad’s voice fills the house, yn looks at yunjin panicked. “oh my gosh, my dad is here.”

“what’s wrong with that?” yunjin asks confused, “because.” is all yn said with a slight whine in her voice.

yunjin throws up her hands confused, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by yn’s dad’s voice.

“yn, are you making th-” he comes to halt when he sees the other party in the kitchen, someone he hasn’t seen since yn was in middle school.

“huh yunjin.” he says pointing at the girl, “look at you all grown up, yn why didn’t you tell me you were getting the gang back together.” yn cringes, “please don’t say that dad.”

“hey dr l/n.” yunjin says smiling at the man, she remembers seeing him sometimes when she and some of the other kids would wait for yn to come outside and play.

“so what are you doing here?” he asks leaning on the counter.

yunjin smirks at yn before looking at the man, “I was actually coming to pick up yn to come with me to a party.” yunjin says completely ignoring the glare from yn.

“oh, really.” he says surprised that his daughter that stays in her room all say is actually going to a party.

yn raises her hands in a motion, “but, unfortunately I can’t go since I’m doing hyein’s bake sale pastries.” yn says happy at her save.

“what, no!” her dad says sitting up, “you should go, me and hyein will finish the pastries, your mom taught be how to make the ones that you’re doing in college.” he says taking the apron off of yn and pushing her towards the stairs, “now, go upstairs and put something nice on.”

yn groans but reluctantly goes up the steps and to her room.

her dad looks at yunjin and raises a brow, “so what? is this a date or friend thing going on here?” he asks bluntly.

yunjin eyes widened at his bluntness, he didn’t seem like he cared that his daughter might be going out with a girl, it was odd and foreign to her since maya’s parents weren’t really the accepting type.

“um, it’s a date thing sir.” she says awkwardly.

“okay.” he said with a straight face, “with that, let’s get down some rules, no drinks no drugs,” he raised up both of his hands, “and no hands.”

“yes sir.”

.♡♡.

yunjin and yn stood outside the big house in front of the front door, “remember what we need to do?” yunjin asks the shorter girl.

“yes, we need to be believable.” yn says nodding, tightening her ponytail.

yn flinches when yunjin brings her hand to her hair and takes the hair tie out of the ponytail that she had it in.

yn looks at yunjin in shock, “why’d you do that?”

“you look prettier with it down.” she shrugs before opening the door and taking yn’s hand.

anxiety strikes yn when she sees the amount of people filling up the big house, this type of setting wasn’t for her and never has been, she looks up and yunjin but all the girl does is squeeze her hand in an attempt of comfort.

to make things worse, yn sees the person that she really wished yunjin was lying about coming, maya.

she’s sitting beside her best friend sora, her eyes burning into yn and yunjin, her hand clenching her drink, before whispering into sora’s ear.

yn subconsciously pushes herself closer into yunjin’s side, she flinches when she hears her name being shouted.

“yn!” sora shouts, motioning for yn to come over, yunjin pushes yn closer to the area where the girls are sitting, mouthing you got this, before walking over to her teammates.

yn shuffles over to the seats and sits beside sora, “hey…” she trails off.

sora gets straight to the point leaning closer to yn, “everyone’s dying to know what’s the story with you and jennifer.”

yn leans back into her seat uncomfortably, this somehow feels like trap for some reason, why would maya and her best friend as her to sit with them anyway?.

“whatever jen said I guess…” she trails off, playing with yunjin’s varsity jacket that she forced yn to wear.

“but we wanna hear it from you?” sora says sitting closer, “it’s always different with the other person’s pov.” she says.

yn hesitantly takes a look at maya who’s still clenching her cup, “it’s okay yn, you can talk about it, I don’t know if you know but I broke up with her.”

yn nods, “that’s what she told me.” even though she already knew from ryujin.

“so when did this start?”

“pretty recently.”

“how recent?” sora presses.

“before school started.”

maya’s eyes light up, “I think you’re relationship is adorable..” she compliments, you can tell it’s fake, “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want anything yn? milk or apple juice perhaps?” she asks with shade.

yn shifts uncomfortably with sora laughs at what maya said, “I would ask for chocolate milk, but yunjin is getting my drink so I’ll be fine.” yn say’s making sure to use the name that people only close to yunjin use.

she smiles in satisfactory when all maya does is roll her eyes and walk to the drink table.

yn gets up from her seat telling sora that she’s gonna go look for yunjin.

she finds yunjin sitting on one of the couches with her friends, yn pauses for second and thinks, what would a girlfriend do?

she walks over and plops down right in yunjin’s lap, who looks up at yn with a mixture of shock and amusement, yunjin’s friends decide to mind their business and talk amongst themselves.

“did you get my drink.” yn smile leaning into yunjin, who nods her head and picks up two drinks from the stand beside them, she hands yn her non-alcoholic drink.

yn takes a sip out of her drink and scrunches her face at the bitterness, “is it supposed to taste so bitter?” she asks adjusting herself in yunjins lap.

yunjins eyes widened and she takes the drink out of yn’s hand, “sorry that’s mine.” she laughs, swapping their drinks and taking a sip of her own.

the rest of the night was filled with yunjin and yn putting on a show of being a couple, and yn trying to hide from maya wrath which amused yunjin.

.♡♡.

yn hummed to the halloween mixtape cd that her dad gave to her from the 90s as she put on her costume.

it was every kid’s favourite day of the year a day where you get to dress up and get candy for free, halloween.

yn was dressing up as nana komatsu, from her favourite anime, she owns the manga and binged watched the show with aeri.

she’s been planning this costume since last summer and she can finally wear it, she wonders if people will recognize who she’s dressed up as, they better. she thinks to herself.

after she’s done getting ready she walks downstairs and picks up an egg tart to munch on while she waits for yunjin to pick her up.

yunjin’s running late, like always, but can yn really complain? at least she’s not driving and good thing her dad dropped hyein off at school early.

yn locks the house door and stands outside to wait for yunjin when she hears a familiar voice, “hey!”

she turns to see aeri in her costume she’s dressed up as nana osaki.

both their mouths drop, both then proceeding to laugh at the coincidence. “oh my gosh, what are the odds?” aeri says still laughing.

“I know.” yn says waking over to the fence where aeri is on the other side on, “great minds think alike.”

“absolutely.” aeri says before pointing behind her at the car in her driveway, “want a ride to school nana?”

yn shots her an apologetic look, “sorry, yunjin is picking me up.”

aeri looks down at the ground for a second before looking back up at yn, “oh, that’s fine, I was just offering.” she backs away from the fence, “see you at school yn.” she says before getting into her car an driving off.

yn let’s out a sigh to herself, that was awkward.

after a couple of minutes yunjin finally shows up.

yn opens the door and sits in the front seat, taking a quick glance at yunjin’s costume, spider man? or spider woman ?

“whoa” yunjin said taking a look at yn’s costume, “you look hot, your what’s her name from that strawberry anime right?”

yn narrows her eyes her, “it’s nana and it’s not about strawberries dummy.” yn then looks at yunjin up and down, “and you’re spider woman?”

“it’s hard to explain.” yunjin says as she turns down the radio, “I’m a girl version of peter parker.”

“basic.” yn coughs out.

“what?”

“nothing.” yn says looking out the window.

“no repeat what you just sai-”

.♡♡.

yn walks over to locker after a school held the costume award assembly, she wasn’t surprised that yunjin’s friend group won best group costume, people like them win every year.

as yn took out her books she felt a presence behind her, she knew who it was immediately.

“congrats on winning.” yn says not even looking at yunjin.

“thanks strawberry girl.” yunjin teases leaning against the locker beside yn’s.

yn opens her mouth to respond but gets cut off by a certain voice.

“hey,nana!” aeri says as she walks past yn with one of her friends.

“hey,nana!” is what yn responds with, a big smile on her face as she watches the girl walk down the hall.

yunjin looks at aeri down the hall and then back at yn before clearing her throat, “you know I don’t appreciate, my supposed to be girlfriend doing a couple costume with someone that’s not me.” yunjin says jealously reeking from her tone.

“it was coincidental.” yn says defending both herself and aeri.

“but still.” yunjin whines, “this looks bad on me.”

yn rolls her eyes at the girls antics, “what do you want me to do, quickly pop by the halloween store get an unrealistic red wig and be your mj.”

“could you do that?” yunjin asks, “cause that would be great?”

“no!” yn says, “because guess what? I worked to hard on this costume for it to be ruined by your jealousy, I didn’t spend hours on FaceTime with my sister while she was in japan in thrift stores getting me this outfit.”

it was yunjin’s turn to roll her eyes at your dramatics, “can you at least think about it.”

“yunjin!”

“what?”

“you are such a baby.” yn laughed

“I’m not, it’s just tell me that isn’t weird.” yunjin crossed her arms.

“okay, how about to make you feel better, you tag along with me to take hyein trick-or-treating and after when she goes to bed me and you can watch a movie.”

yunjin raised a brow at the offer and decided to push more, “a horror movie?” she asked smiling she knew you hated them.

you let a groan, “yes a horror movie.”

“invitation excepted.” yunjin smiled.

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So much to lose part 4 - Mean!Joel x f!Reader

Pairing: Dark!Joel x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.5k

a/n: hope you like it and that you’re enjoying where I’m takin’ this.

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Chapter 4: Early Riser

It's earlier than usual when you wake up, disturbed by the events of yesterday. You try to fall back asleep but it proves impossible. No matter how many times you shift, rearrange your blankets or fluff up your pillows, you simply cannot go back to sleep. Your mind is already awake with vivid memories of yesterday's patrol assaulting you every time you blink.

Make me come.

Blink.

You want me to fuck that smart mouth?

Blink.

No smart mouth unless you want it fucked dumb.

Blink.

With a groan, you finally pull yourself from bed, letting your feet dangle on the edge of the mattress before finally shoving off and hitting the chilled floor. You shower and dress quickly deciding that the dining hall will be emptier, that perhaps you'll have a bit of quiet to read and eat this morning if you feel like it.

You slip your current paperback into your jacket pocket before heading out the door. Your feet crunching over the solidifying earth as you walk along the path that leads into town. It’s chilly this morning and drizzling with the droplets stinging the high of your cheekbones. There aren’t many people milling about as you near the center of town, but you know the dining hall opens at 5 am.

When you reach the dining hall you're surprised to see about fifty people inside, some chatting over their meal, others quietly chewing, some gathered around the long table with the food options. You'd assumed it would be even emptier given the hour, but it seemed you're not the only early riser in Jackson today.

You step in, shaking off the droplets that cling to your jacket. Already the dining hall is much warmer and inviting than the outside.

You hear your name being called from the far side of the room and you tilt your head to see Jennifer waving at you, backlit by the morning sun streaming in the window behind her. She looks almost angelic. You pause like a caged animal, unsure of whether or not to reply. You don’t really know Jennifer.

A few heads turn when she calls to you again, curious. You're not well known here yet, you still feel that same anxious panic at being perceived by so many eyes.

You give a half-hearted wave to Jennifer before going over to the large wood table and pull out a metal tray. With efficiency you pull one of the pre-packaged breakfasts consisting of eggs, jerky and a pancake with syrup.

You grab one of the chipped mugs beside the makeshift carafe and pour yourself a cup of the tea before placing everything on a tray.

Jennifer calls your name again, motioning for you to join her as others nearby look on. Surprised at the attention you do, feeling much like you did in high school when the popular girls deigned to speak to you, that same flutter in your stomach, the same constriction of your throat.

"Hi Jennifer," you croak as you approach.

"Hi," she says your name brightly, taking a sip of her tea before sitting across from her. "I don't think I've ever seen you here in the mornings."

"Not this early usually," you mumble. "I usually sleep in."

"Bad sleep?"

"Kinda," you say shrugging. You take a slow sip of the hot tea, hoping this will slow down her questioning. But Jennifer is just shooting that vague Mona Lisa smile at you.

"How was patrol?"

You try not to look stricken at the question. Instead you turn your attention to your eggs, stabbing at them until the yellow yolk runs over the plate.

"Was okay. Kinda boring."

Jennifer nods, and you can see that she's really just fishing. She's trying to be polite in asking you questions, but you know that how you feel about things isn't what interests her at all

"Does Joel talk much during them?"

"You want me to fuck that pretty mouth dumb?"

"No," you say with warming cheeks. "Barely at all."

You glance up to see that Jennifer has a faraway look at her eyes. Likely imagining the romantic scenario of the tall, dark and brooding Joel Miller. You want to break her illusion, inform her that there's nothing nice about a man who treats you like garbage.

But for girls like Jennifer, she'll never understand that. She won't understand that men can be cruel just as easily as they can be kind because beauty like hers is favored, even cherished.

You muse that perhaps if she was paired up with Joel and patrols that there might be the chance for a romance. That he might be taken in by her beauty and her quick smile. That he would be soft for her, perhaps even gentle. You imagine that he wouldn't cover her eyes and whisper husky vulgarities in her ear before spilling himself over her knuckles.

No, with Jennifer he'd be slow and syrupy. He'd teach her to shoot with infinite patience, his hand caressing her hip as he showed her the proper stance.

Joel isn't ugly, but he isn't the most handsome man at Jackson, nor the youngest. Jennifer could have her pick of men you think, with her angelic features and youth. It puzzles you that she'd want to pursue such a man here when in the before time she likely never would have spared him a glance.

"Can I ask what interests you about Joel so much?"

Jennifer is surprised by this question, her focus drawing back to you.

"Sure," Jennifer says with a shy smile. "I guess ever since I got here I've heard stories about Joel Miller. Joel Miller the smuggler, the expert marksman, the fighter. Then I see how sweet he is with Ellie and I think 'how can two such opposites fit into one man?' One remarkably sexy man."

You stare at Jennifer, not having expected such a thought-out explanation. She shoots you a toothy smile.

"I've seen him with the horses too. He's always so focused, so stern but gentle. Can you imagine what someone like that would be like in the bedroom?" At this she gives a small titter before covering her mouth with her hand.

You try not to look repulsed. You have a feeling you know exactly how Joel Miller would be in the bedroom. You've already had somewhat of a preview and you can't say you're impressed.

"Plus let's be honest," Jennifer adds in a voice sharper than before, less sweet around the edges. "There's not much else to do around here unless you have a hobby or you like manual labor. Studying Joel is fun."

The way she talks about him makes him sound like a science experiment. A thesis topic she wants to fuck. You think of all the men that you've seen with her in the Tipsy Bison. Has she ever really cared for any of them? Or have they all been stories, theories, puzzles to solve?

She's welcome to Joel though. Maybe if she cracks him she can share some insights.

You turn back to your breakfast, thoughts on your week ahead. You think you need to find a new hobby. Maybe you can volunteer in the nursery? Your mind drifts to Chestnut and his sweet disposition. The only good thing to come out of patrols is getting to spend time riding again. You'd forgotten how much you missed that. Maybe you could volunteer taking care of the horses?

Jennifer sighs thoughtfully to herself, drawing your attention back over to her. You realize you know so little about Jennifer aside from the fact that she does patrols and wants to fuck Joel. She’s making such an effort with you that you feel poorly for not doing the same.

"What did you do before patrols?"

"I used to be in textiles," she chews thoughtfully. "Whenever folks in town needed stuff repaired or they need tents or curtains. Kinda whatever was necessary. I still do it sometimes if they need help."

You nod, chewing your breakfast. “Why did they move you to patrols?"

"I'm pretty good with a shot. Had riding experience."

"You know how to shoot?"

Jennifer nods, smiling proudly. "Yep. Grew up with three brothers in Louisiana. They used to take me hunting. We didn't have any money so if we didn't catch anything we didn't eat, so I learned pretty quick. It's why I know how to sew too; had to make all my own clothes."

You look at Jennifer's beautiful face and delicate bone structure and are struck by how much you assumed about her. You saw her as gorgeous and charismatic and just assumed that she was a spoiled princess.

"Maybe you could teach me to shoot?" You say before catching yourself. You don't know her well enough to ask that. You barely know her at all.

"Sure," she says with a nod. She doesn't seem put off at all. In fact she's even smiling. "How about tomorrow?"

"Sure!"

All of a sudden you see Jennifer's light eyes go to the door of the dining hall. Her lashes flutter and a flush starts at her collar.

"He's here."

"Who?"

"Joel."

"He is?" You wince, immediately ducking. As if ducking your head slightly will hide you in the fairly sparse dining hall.

What the fuck is Joel doing here? He's never at the dining hall. In all your time here you've seen him maybe half a dozen times eating with everyone else and it's usually because Tommy is talking his ear off.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Yeah." She watches the space over your left shoulder, her light eyes following his frame as he grabs something to eat. You feel your stomach flip uncomfortably. "Hey maybe you could bring up the whole patrol swap thing with him?"

"I don't really wanna bug him while he's eating," you say taking a bite of your eggs. "Plus I don't know if Joel has any control over it anyway."

If you had your choice you'd never have to interact with Joel again. You'd never go on another patrol, never have to be in his presence.

There's a certain respect people have for Joel Miller in Jackson. Not just because he's Tommy's brother, but because his reputation precedes him. Joel is known as ruthless, a killer. Never specifics, just this air of danger in whispers. And he looks the part at times. All muscles and sharp jaw. How he keeps to himself, how he always seems ready to snap into action mode.

You suppose it's Ellie that humanizes him. When people catch sight of them walking through the main part of town and Ellie is laughing and the side of Joel's mouth curls just so, it makes people remember he's a man just like them. That they've all had to do terrible things to survive.

It makes the women look longer, eyes drifting over his ruggedly handsome face, his strangely expressive eyes, his broad shoulders. It makes women like Jennifer think oh he's so strong but so loving. It fits the narrative they carry in their heads of this wounded bear who just needs the love of a good woman.

You want to laugh at every single one of them. You want to jeer at just how mislead they are because you know the real Joel Miller. Ruthless was the right word from the start.

Ellie is an outlier, a strange bit of data that doesn't make sense. It doesn't fit with how you see Joel. You don't see what he gets out of it. Ellie gets a father figure, a protector. But what does Joel get?

Nothing seems untoward between them, you feel like you would have picked up on it. So then why does he have this adopted daughter? Joel doesn't like things that make his life more difficult, you've seen that first hand. And Ellie can be difficult - loud and abrasive. You heard her frustrated with him that day in the greenhouse. And yet his eyes hold affection, even love.

You never really noticed Joel before your patrols, your thoughts were always somewhere else. You were always "away with the fairies" as you gran used to say. Daydreaming or thinking about your day and what you needed to accomplish.

Life is comfortable here in Jackson and because of that, you find it a bit terrifying. Because the years previous have not been relaxing. The years previous have been a minefield of terror.

Terror you don't let yourself think about too much. A life where death had been preferable. Death you once almost willingly walked into.

But now? You have a warm bed and a home and you wake up not plagued by nightmares as much. You can breathe and you can live and now that you have something sacred for yourself the thought of death terrifies you. There's so much to lose.

Jennifer smooths her hair, her eyes darting from her plate to Joel and back again.

"He keeps looking over here," she says in an excited whisper with a pretty pink rising to her cheeks. "Something tells me he'll be okay with the change."

You could roll your eyes at that. Of course Joel was looking over here at Jennifer. You're not surprised that he would be so easily swayed by a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

You think about denying her but then you remember how easily she agreed to help teach you to shoot. This is such a small ask on her part.

"Okay. Sure. Just a sec."

You take a studying breath before pushing yourself up from your chair. You follow her eye line behind your shoulder to see that Joel is sitting by himself on the far left of the tables. He’s wearing a dark flannel and his hair is tousled, likely from a fitful sleep like yours though you can’t imagine why he’d be upset. At least he got to come.

No one bothers him while he sits there; no one tries to chat with him as he shovels his meal into his downturned mouth. He gives off an energy that says leave me alone and all abide. Some give a passing “morning” that he nods in reply to.

On stiff legs you make your way over to him stopping just short of his elbow at the table. You shove your trembling hands into the pockets of your jeans and force a pleasant smile on your face.

"Hi Joel."

Joel lifts his eyes from his plate as if just registering your presence. You doubt that's the case though. You think that Joel pays attention to everything in his surroundings and probably saw you the second you started shuffling over.

"Mornin'."

How can he look at you so casually? As if yesterday never happened? How can his cheeks not flush with embarrassment after the lewd things he whispered in your ear?

"You got a sec?"

"Considering you've cornered me while I'm eating I think you know I do."

Asshole.

He's so fucking prickly. Even now as you try to smile politely and attempt to talk to him kindly. It makes your forced smile wobble.

Enough chit chat, down to business.

"Uh, you see that girl, Jennifer?" you subtly motion behind you. "The pretty one? She uh, she wants to be matched up with you on patrols. She told me. She's from B watch."

Joel doesn't glance where you've motioned over at Jennifer. Instead he stares icily up at you, as if the suggestion offends him. It makes you shrink back, feeling wrong -footed and desperate to fill the silence.

"I just figured cuz, well, you and I don't exactly get along..." You trail off, voice cracking as your thumb digs into the ring finger of your left hand. "Thought you might want to... well, ya know ... Switch."

Joel chews thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on your face. You shift from foot to foot feeling as if all eyes are on you. You glance around to see that no one is giving you much mind. Most are interested in their own conversations.

The only one watching you is Jennifer who pretends to drink her tea. You look back to see that Joel is still staring at you.

"She has hunting experience and she's good on a horse and... She's really pretty," you offer weakly.

He raises a brow minutely at this but still doesn't turn his gaze from your face. You feel your cheeks getting warm. You don't know why you supplied that information for him. Anyone with two eyes can see that Jennifer is pretty.

He says nothing to you. Doesn't even acknowledge what you've said before he goes back to his meal, eyes dropping to his eggs. He chews quietly, one hand resting on the table, the other gripping his fork tightly.

You stand for several seconds at his table like a chastised child, as if your penance for bothering him with this is public humiliation. Finally Joel drags his eyes slowly up your body to your face.

"Why are you still standin' there?"

Your cheeks prickle with shame as you turn away from him. You move rapidly and bypass Jennifer's table entirely, your legs carrying you out into the chill of the day and away from Joel's searing gaze.

You won’t get shooting lessons from Jennifer now. You can’t face her, can’t tell her how he talked to you. It would be too humiliating. And she’s probably furious at you for rushing away without helping her on her quest to conquer Miller mountain.

Your heart is beating rapidly in both anger and shame. You maneuver your way through the growing crowd of people in town, the late risers. You feel a hand suddenly clutch at your wrist.

"Hey!"

You glance to your left to see Ellie looking at you, eyes dancing. She loosens her grip on your wrist.

"Hey," she says saying your name again but louder. "I was hoping I'd see ya."

"Oh yeah?"

You speak tightly, trying not to snap because right now all you want to do is go home. Joel makes you feel so annoying, he makes you feel small. But Ellie does none of those things. Ellie is sweet and open and earnest.

"I wanted to know what those pop tarts were made of?"

You're touched that she remembered your conversation and you soften a bit, smiling a fraction. You wish that you did remember if only to make her happy.

"No I'm sorry," you tell her looking chagrined. "Just ate 'em, never made 'em."

"Damn."

"I'm assuming its flour and sugar and stuff you need more most pastries," you shrug. "And then icing. I'm sorry I'm not more helpful."

"S'okay,' Ellie shrugs.

She looks thoughtful and then bids you a quiet goodbye, shuffling towards the dining hall.

///

You observe that Maria hasn't been at meals since the baby was born. Not totally a shock considering it's only been two weeks. But Tommy's words cluster in your mind, compelling you to his house.

You think of your Aunt Sunny. Your favorite person from before. The aunt that sang Disney songs at the top of her lungs in the car with you. The aunt that took you for ice cream on hot days. The aunt that felt more like a sister.

The same aunt that years later tried to kill herself after her daughter was born. The aunt who was on so much medication she just stared out the hospital window when you went to visit her.

It was almost a year before she came back to herself. A year before aunt Sunny was smiling and happy again. So you knew the signs.

You arrive on Tommy's doorstep early the next morning, a handful of paper flowers ready when he opens the door. He looks surprised to see you and it's no wonder because you barely know he and Maria.

But your mind has been fixed on what's going on with Maria and you'd felt compelled to come over, your feet leading you here even though your mind tossed around whether or not it was a good idea.

"Hi there," Tommy says with a quirked smile as he opens the door to you.

"I came to see how you were all uh, holding up," you say suddenly self conscious about your presence here. "I brought these. Too cold to bring real flowers so I had to improvise."

You thrust the bouquet of various shades of pink and white into Tommy's grip. He takes them curiously, his eyes drifting to the colorful collection.

"Holy shit," he says with amusement as he takes a closer look at the bundle. "These made ‘a paper?"

"Yeah, I used to make them all the time when I was a kid," you say grinning. "Thought Maria would like them."

Tommy grins back before hollering over his shoulder. “Baby, we got a visitor."

Tommy looks back at you, inviting you inside with genuine warmth and you accept. He heads off into the bedroom and you hear a mumbled conversation behind the door.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel up for a visit,” you call out before wincing. You don’t want to force Maria to come out if she’s not feeling up to it.

“No I’m comin’!” Marie calls back through the door and you relax a fraction.

You wander into the main area of the home, marveling at how cheery and welcoming it is. Paintings of horses and landscapes are on the walls, the fireplace is roaring and you take a chair nearby, grateful for the warmth.

Moments later Maria comes padding into the room looking cheerful despite the hollow under her eyes. She's wearing a large dressing gown and her hair is freshly washed. She moves slowly, shuffling in her thick wool socks.

"Hi."

Tommy comes following with his son in his arms. Maria kisses Tommy's cheek before she comes to sit in the chair opposite you.

"Thanks for visiting," she says in a tired voice. "And for those beautiful flowers. They must have taken you forever."

"It's great to see you," you tell Maria, trying not to sound patronizing. "And the flowers are fun to make."

You'd spent hours at your kitchen table with colorful paper spread across the wood surface, making intricate little origami flowers of all varietals. You’d learned one year at summer camp, found more often in the arts and crafts tent while everyone else went off swimming and to archery.

"So this is the bundle of joy," you say as Tommy approaches, gently rocking his son in his broad arms.

"Bundle of somethin'" he laughs, looking at Maria with warmth. "Doesn't like to sleep much, does he honey?"

"Not much," Maria agrees with a soft sigh. "S'my fault. I'm not patient enough with him."

"You're plenty patient," Tommy soothes. In this light he reminds you a bit of Joel and you think it must be the curls in the hair. You try not to hold the resemblance against him.

You notice Maria doesn't look at the baby and you feel your heart hurt for her.

"I didn't wanna bug you or anything," you say, feeling strangely tongue tied. "It's just... I thought maybe you'd want someone to chat with."

Maria eyes you warily from under half lidded eyes. "Why's that?"

Panic seizes you as Tommy quirks a nervous brow. He’d told you everything in confidence an his anxiety is so palpable you feel like he’s communicating with you through his eyes; he doesn’t want to stress Maria out. He doesn’t want his already fragile wife thinking that he’s airing all their dirty laundry with a stranger.

"I just mean when Tommy's busy," you offer awkwardly, trying not to let Maria cotton onto the fact that Tommy shared anything. "I figured you might want some company then. But maybe that's just wishful thinking because I don't really know many people here yet. So really it's just me inviting myself over so I'm not lonely and I'm using the baby as an excuse."

Maria stares at you for a lingering moment before letting out a snorting laugh. Tommy smiles at this, his eyes on his wife who is chuckling at you. She leans back in her chair, her hands lacing over her still slightly swollen belly.

"You're an odd one, aren't you?"

"I guess, yeah," you say back to her with a toothy grin. You’re relieved the tension has seemed to pass. The baby makes a grunting noise in Tommy's arms, squirming to get comfortable. Maria notices you looking at the baby and a warmth passes over her features.

"You wanna hold him? I just fed him."

You haven't held a baby in decades. Not since you were a kid yourself looking at your new baby brother.

"Oh I... That's okay, I don't wanna drop him," you say anxiously.

"You won't drop him," Tommy assures with a gentle chuckle. You scoot back in your chair, nervously taking the baby into your stiff arms as Maria watches on. The weight of him is barely anything, so slight that you’re concerned he might just fly away out of your grip. Tommy goes to sit near Maria, smiling at the image of you and his son.

He's so small, milk-drunk and sleeping soundly wrapped up in a soft green blanket. He makes little grunts in his sleep and the sound makes you smile. He smells like baby powder and you can help but bring him to your face and inhale.

Life does find a way.

Through the ugly planet inhabited by all forms of depravity and monsters there is this new life, pure and hopeful. A new beginning. You can't help but feel teary-eyed as you look into his sleeping face, your finger brushing the delicate caramel skin, the full lips pouting in slumber.

"He's beautiful." You marvel at how perfect his tiny hands are, holding a miniscule finger pinched gently between your digits. You glance to Tommy across from you. "What was his name again?"

"Douglas Joel Miller," Tommy says proudly. "Douglas for Maria's dad and Joel for, well, you know."

Yeah. You know.

Your lack of a response must draw his attention because Tommy tilts his head slightly as he regards you.

"You and Joel getting along any better?"

Uh, well I made him come and he talked about fucking my mouth does that count?

You shrug, eyes still fixed on the sleeping baby. Anything that comes out of your mouth now will be a lie and you have no desire to lie to this family.

"He can be tough," Tommy says with a shake of his head. "Didn't always used to be like that."

You don't ask any follow up questions because you don't care to know more about Joel. You'd rather he not occupy your thoughts when you're not with him. And yet Ellie's face swims into your head. The sweet girl with rough edges. The outlier in your Joel Miller data.

"So is Ellie his daughter or what?"

"Kinda adopted," Tommy nods. "They've been through a lot together. Seen a lot."

That doesn't answer much but it answers enough. You nod, prepared to drop the subject.

"His daughter was killed by a soldier," Maria says out of nowhere. "I think he-"

"Maria," Tommy says harshly. "That's not your information to share."

Maria's face immediately crumples and fat tears begin to roll down her face. You've never seen Maria cry, the strong stoic woman and it takes you momentarily by surprise. Her dark eyes drift to the floor and her hands go from lacing over her tummy to fisting her eyes as she sobs.

"I'm sorry Tommy."

"No, I'm sorry," Tommy says immediately hating himself and kneeling next to her chair, taking her hand in his. "I shouldn't have snapped."

Maria is crying softly and you feel like you have to assuage their fears.

"I won't say anything," you assure them both. "That information stays here. I promise. I'll never mention it; I'll pretend you never told me."

Tommy’s pinched face shoots you a nod while Maria gives you a tight, watery smile.

"Thank you."

You and Tommy watch as she pushes herself up from the couch. She gives Tommy a kiss before turning to you, still wiping away the bits of remaining tears that have tracked down her dark cheeks.

"It was really nice seeing you. I'm a bit tired though so I'm gonna head back to bed."

"Sounds good," you nod. "Have a good rest. Maybe I'll stop by again if that’s okay?"

"Yeah I think I'd like that," Maria says over her shoulder.

You and Tommy watch her shuffle back to the bedroom and you feel that your visit should end but Tommy seems eager for the company. He offers you a tea, settling back into his chair as you continue to hold the baby only after you politely decline.

"Joel says you're good on a horse," Tommy says with a smile as Douglas gives a stretch in your arms. You watch the baby, distracted until Tommy’s words finally register with you. Joel said something about you to Tommy?

"He did?"

"Yeah, said you were a natural on Chestnut."

It's hard to imagine Joel talking about you willingly, much less praising something you've done.

"Oh, yeah." You look down at the baby, tracing his cheek with a forefinger. "I had lessons as a kid. Did a bit more riding to get here."

Tommy nods, eyeing you thoughtfully. "You still want me to see if I can find someone else to switch with you?"

Yes. Yes. Please yes.

You want to shout it from the rooftops. You don't want another minute of patrols with Joel. You can't imagine how your next patrol won't be awkward.

But then you see the lines at the corner of Tommy's eyes. You think of Maria curled in her bed with tears running down her cheeks. You think of the stress and pain they're already going through and you can't add to their burdens.

"Nah its okay," you offer quietly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. S'fine."

Your eyes scan Douglas's placid face. Before you can help yourself you've pressed a kiss to the infant's forehead.

"I should head out," you say smiling wanly.

"Thanks for stoppin' by," Tommy says taking Douglas from your arms. And you can see in his face that he's being sincere. You can only imagine how alone he feels right now trying to navigate this.

"Any time," you tell him honestly. "I mean it."

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You'd never really noticed Joel that often before your patrols but now it's like you see him everywhere this week.

You see him walking into town nearby so you ducked into the nearest shop under the pretense of needing tampons. At breakfast (which you've never seen him at before this week) but now have caught sight of him at least 3 times. Trying to be social and going in to get a drink at the Tipsy Bison only to see Joel's familiar head of salt and pepper curls and immediately fleeing back outside.

He haunts your dreams too. Sharp teeth and fingers like claws. You don't know what the dreams are but you wake up with sweat-drenched sheets and a pounding heart.

The morning of your patrol you wake up to an especially upsetting dream. This one doesn't involve Joel but it does involve the time before Jackson.

It has you lurching out of bed and pulling on clothes under the light of the breaking sunrise streaming in your windows.

Your breath puffs in front of you as you head out into the chill of the morning, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, hair tangled from tossing all night.

But the thought of something brings you an idea of peace. Since your last patrol your thoughts have been stuck on Chestnut. You'd never considered hanging around the stables before because it always seemed to be for those with a connection to the animals. Those who brush their coats and feed them and muck out the stalls.

You yourself had taken horse riding lessons as a kid until your parents separated and suddenly there wasn't money for lessons or dance class. Your mom seeing your disappointed face each afternoon tried to cheer you up by teaching you to bake.

But Chestnut and his sweet disposition draw your feet into your boots, tugging your jacket on, twisting your red scarf around your neck as you leave early one morning.

His head is sticking out of the pen as you arrive, as if he's been waiting for you all morning. His auburn mane dances lightly in the breeze from outside. The colors catch the light, gold and burgundy twisting and shimmering in the light. Your mouth breaks into a wide grin as you approach, hand extended.

"Hello handsome," you say softly as you draw nearer. You press your forehead to his soft nose, smiling. It's all you can reach from where you stand outside the pen.

Chestnut gives a small whinny, his breath puffing in the chill of the morning.

"It's getting cold, huh?" You say, rubbing at his cheek. "Hope you're not too chilly in here."

Chestnuts baleful eyes stare out at you like glossy dark brown marbles. You see your face there, warped slightly. You look tired and worried.

He gives a small whinny, stretching his face down towards you. The pen hits him at his chest, making it possible only to touch his soft nose and head. You smile at the velvet of his muzzle, the warmth of the air huffing over your knuckles.

"I hope it snows soon," you confess, hand sliding down the white stripe between his eyes. "Makes everything feel clean."

Chestnut dips his head towards you, mouth attaching to your hand, searching for something to eat. You giggle softly at the tickling sensation of his lips grazing over your flattened palm.

"You ready for today? Hmmm? Maybe I'll sneak you a carrot if you're go-"

All of a sudden a head pops up beside the horse from inside the pen attached to a familiar broad-shouldered figure.

You're not expecting that anyone would be in here. Definitely not Joel fucking Miller. He stands next to Chestnut looking at you like you've broken into his home with an axe.

"Jesus!" You cry out, startled by his sudden appearance. "You're like a pop up book from hell!"

Joel's mouth twitches into almost a smile before pressing back into that familiar scowl.

"What are you doing in there?" You ask accusingly as if he meant to terrify you.

"Re-shoeing him for this afternoon."

"Oh."

You stand there awkwardly, feeling wrong footed for no reason, because it's Joel that should feel out of place. He was the one that took his sweet time letting you know he was there.

You glance from Chestnut back over to see Joel giving you an unreadable look, as if he's trying to figure you out. It makes you uncomfortable and you pull the jacket tighter around you.

You haven't made mention of the last patrol. Haven't felt that it was necessary. Or maybe it's that mentioning it feels humiliating. Joel must feel the same way because he's made no mention of it either. He busies himself with brushing at chestnuts withers, his eyes fixed on the large horse in front of him.

"Can't seem to shake you.”

"Didn't know you were in here," you mutter in reply, irritated that your good mood is spoiled.

You go to leave because you sure as hell don't want to spend more time with him than necessary. You already have to spend your afternoon and early evening with him. You don't want more Joel Miller in your life if it can be avoided.

"Ellie's been talkin' about you a lot," Joel says out of nowhere.

This surprises you into stopping and waiting. "Really?"

"She won't stop going on about fucking pop tarts." Joel's face is hard as he says the words. He lowers the brush in his hand and fixes you with a dark look. "You can't go talking about that stuff with her."

"About pastries?"

"The world before," Joel snaps at your flippant reply. "Ellie is impressionable. She's curious. But givin' her all that information serves no purpose."

"It makes her educated," you reason. "It's history."

"It makes her want what doesn't exist anymore," Joel fires back. "And then I have to disappoint her when I tell her that she can't experience those things."

And it hurts him.

He doesn't finish the thought but he doesn't need to. It's there in the tic of his jaw, the curling sneer of his lips. He doesn't want you telling Ellie about a life he can't provide for her. He doesn't want his adopted daughter to be heartbroken with no way for him to repair the broken pieces.

It's so human of Joel, so kind and thoughtful that your heart squeezes in your chest as you realize it. Maria's voice echoes around your mind like a whispered story. He lost a daughter.

This isn't your place to reason with Joel or try to change his mind. He's by all accounts her father and as her parents what he says goes.

"Okay."

Joel looks relieved and nods at you. You think about asking him what exactly it is that you can talk to Ellie about but you decide not to push it. You have to be on patrols with him later today and you don't want it to start on a bad note. You watch him brush Chestnut a moment longer.

"Have you ridden horses long?"

You surprise yourself with that question. It pops out of your mouth before you realize that you don't enjoy Joel's company.

You notice the way he's glancing at you in such an insouciant fashion as he fiddles with Chestnut's reins. It reminds you of Teton village and how he looked at you as you stroked him before he covered your eyes. That same casual indifference.

"Long enough."

That's better than fuck off, you decide. But you don't want to push your luck. You just nod and turn away from him, heading back into the cold morning.

"You still want that mouth fucked dumb?"

He says it in a husky murmur so quietly that it takes a moment for you to register that he was talking to you and not muttering something to the horse. When you do realize what he said it stokes something in your lower belly, fiercely hot and honeyed.

Your entire body has gone rigid at his suggestion, your shoulders drawn up to your ears. The visuals of such a request that assault you are enough to have you taking a physical step forward as you imagine it. Your eyes are blown so wide in your skull but you can't turn around and face Joel even as you answer him.

"Yes."

Before he can say anything more you rush off away from him with your cheeks flaming and heart pounding. You walk at a brisk pace feeling his eyes burning a hole in your back the entire way.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events.

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form.

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Puppy Face

Synopsis: One where Harry gets his second promised date

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Sunday morning,

YN was going to work her weekend shift today to fill in for one of her colleagues. They were always short staffed on weekends.

Opening up was the only thing she hated about her job. She has to wake up at five-thirty in the morning, go to the cafe by seven and get place ready for it to open up at nine in the morning.

It's been two whole weeks and couple of days over since her date with Harry. They have been texting back and forth non stop since, staying up on video calls at late at night.

Now it was sure the second date was something to happen and she wanted it to be on her. So she picked up her phone the first thing when her alarm went off to text him asking if he was free today.

- Good Morning!

YN didn't know why she was waited five whole minutes staring at her phone to see those three dots appear on her screen. He was offline and it was it was half past five in the morning and as far as she knew, he'd returned just yesterday afternoon from LA. He was there for his movie premiere.

Frustrated about having to wake up early she wanted to throw her phone across the room. But she opted not to, she bought it very recently and it was expensive. She placed her phone carefully on the side table as she went to get ready and leave her house by seven-thirty.

At around ten she went back to the break room to have her breakfast. Harry still hadn't texted her back. Sadly she shoved pancake in her mouth, she had to eat as she couldn't skip her medications.

Why is she feeling so many emotions since she woke up?

But he never takes more than ten minutes to respond. Or when he's busy he'd send in a little apology and a promise to get back as soon as he can. He must be sleeping but he's told her he never sleeps past nine. And it was nearing to afternoon now. It worried her but also made her a teeny bit upset.

Luckily for her the cafe was very busy today, it kept her distracted. She better get her overtime for this or she is going to flip out. Busy house also meant more entitled customers which was annoying her more and more. And Harry is yet to text her back!

"Stop it YN! Calm down!" She mumbled to herself going back to the break room after dealing with a very annoying customer who wasted an hour and half of her time, "you're okay! You're okay!"

"YN? You alright?" Her manager approached her.

"Yeah, I am." She nodded, ,thank you Jennifer, she was just so annoying."

"I know, just take some time to yourself yeah? I'll fill in for you meanwhile." She offered.

"Yeah, I just need five minutes." YN agreed.

This was really beautiful thing about working where YN worked. Everyone was just so respectful of each other. All employees taking upon themselves to make the work environment as humble and warm as possible. Not to mention the manager is a sweetheart!

She was about to head back to work when her phone chimed four times with the usual happy tune. It was half past three now. Way past her lunch time and her day was falling apart like a puff pastry. All it took to put it back together was a text she was waiting for.

H💚

- Hello my darling, good afternoon!

- I am sorry I slept in late

- Just woke up to your text

- Why were you up at 5.30?

He slept till this late? YN wondered. He must have been really tired then. That little pet name warmed her heart so much.

- Hiya!

- No, it's okay!

- I have work today. Had to open today.

- How are you?

H💚

- A little tired from the flight thank you for asking <3

She smiled at the little heart. Feeling proud to be one to introduce him to different emojis. He was confused seeing the emoji made of a mathematical symbol and number.

- Do you have any plans today?

She pressed the send button nervously. She has been thinking about this from last week since he left for his movie promotion, first in New York and then in LA.

H💚

- No. Not yet.

Okay! So now she's gonna have to do it. She sat down to keep herself calm. She typed her questions all three times, rephrasing it to the perfection. Listen, English is not her first language and she hasn't asked anyone on a date.

- Do you want to come over for dinner at mine?

H💚

- What's the occasion? :))

God he's annoying sometimes! What was the occasion? Nothing. There was no occasion. Can a date be an occasion?

- Nothing...

- I was going to make Biryani tonight

That's the truth. She was. Only if he agrees though because it wouldn't be worth the work just for herself.

H💚

- I'd like me some Biryani!

- Especially if you're making it

"Awe!" She found herself cooing at her phone like an complete idiot! Shaking her head she typed her response.

- Okay. Would 8.30 work for you?

She pressed send.

H💚

- Works for me.

- See you tonight then, yeah?

YN is very excited.

- see ya xx

She finally locked her phone and just as she was about to place it back in the safe shelf before get back to work it chimed again. Another text from Harry.

H💚

- Is this a date?

God! He is so cheeky!

- Of course it is! Do you want it to be?

She could imagine him giggling at his phone just like she is right now.

H💚

- oh! Did I sent it?

YN laughed audibly loud earning a weird confused look from her manager, but she smiled and got back to her work. That's what she ended up saying

- No! I am a psychic :)

H💚

- hahahaha cheeky!

- I'll see you tonight love xx

YN locked her phone and finally placed it back in the safe shelf in the break room.

"Jen, can I clock out an hour early today?" She asked.

"Sure, if you want to." The blonde nodded in agreement. YN nodded and walked to the till to continue her work.

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YN went back home all giddy and happy. After a short shower - she sure smelled like coffee after she accidentally drenched herself with espresso today and ruined one of her white T-shirt at the sleeves - she got to cooking.

It took her longer than she expected. Taking the risk to call her annoying grandma for a short recap of the recipe she taught her years ago. So add to the pile bad things happening to her today, she cut herself whilst making some salad. She was barely done by eight-thirty and Harry was already knocking on the door.

She looked around and found the mess of amazing box half open on her coffee table which arrived just after she reached home. It looked messy but she went to get the door as it would be impolite to make him stand and wait outside. She also forgot to feed McFish.

"Hey you," Harry beamed when she opened the door.

"Hey you," she stepped aside he can get in and she can shut the door. He tackled her with a bear warm embrace at the door wrapping his arms around her middle. Serotonin clouded her brain feeling him smooshing his face in her hair but she wasted no time in returning the affectionate gesture draping her own arms around his shoulders.

"I missed you." He mumbled not willing to let go of her. She wouldn't lie she did too. She missed seeing his beaming face as he walked into the cafe every morning in person. Hearing his raspy deep voice every morning which readied her to face those annoying customers who walked through the threshold everyday without a fail.

As a fan she really liked seeing him everyday. But she still treated him like every other of her customers assuming it must be pretty frustrating for him being given special treatment just solely based on his social status. She just gree to be good friends with him, like few other people who visited who also went to the same college as hers but were her juniors or seniors. She just especially looked forward to seeing him everyday. And she indeed missed that, a little too much for her liking.

"I missed you too." She cooed and reluctantly pulled away from his arms remembering there is food on the stove. "Come in please, I need to check on the food."

"Mhmm." He nodded and took off his shoes placing them neatly on the side. He walked in.

His second time here and he could still smell the same incense he came across last time but he couldn't quite put his mind at what it was, sandal wood and roses he could smell. No doubt that's what gives her home a zen feel making it much more cosy. He could also smell the fresh spices and fragrant rice in the air. He went to greet His Highness, McFish.

"Can I feed him?" He asked, after a good couple minutes of silence. He was sat on the same chair as before looking at her fish.

"Hmm?" YN looked up at him from the kitchen, the small kitchen Island separated kitchen from the living room.

"Your fish," he said, "can I feed him?"

"Oh sure, I forgot to do that today." She nodded.

"How much do you give him always?" He picked up the blue jar of food which was neatly kept next to the aquarium along with a green and red one.

Even fishes eat different flavours of food? He found that amusing.

"Just half a pinch, or less." She shared, "it's easy to over feed them."

"Mhmm." He acknowledged her information as he proceeded to lift up the lid of the aquarium seeing the fish already swim up to the top. He dropped in a few palettes of his in the water being careful of the water filter.

"You can turn off the filter and oxygen until he eats." YN said, she was still checking up on the food he found.

"Okay." He nodded and turned the switch off. It made sense, if the fish isn't fast enough all his food could be sucked in by the water filter. Lastly he closed the lid back up.

YN was finally done. "Food is done, do you want to eat now?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Lemme help you." He walked over to her.

"No it's fine." She protested.

"No, I want to!" He's stubborn, amd picked up the bowl of veggies chopped up in nice perfect cubes, drenched in something white - it must be some kind of cream, mayo? Yogurt? Curd? He didn't know but it looked delicious and he was a little hungry to be honest. "I'll take these." He took the places and the bowl of salad out to the table. YN brought in another bowl with Biryani she made, and water.

"Oh, you need a spoon? YN asked realising she haven't got any utensils apart from the serving spoon.

"Hey, what happened to your hand?" He asked distracted seeing a tissue paper wrapped around her finger as a make shift band-aid.

"I cut myself, it's fine." She shared. "I don't have any band-aid so I just wrapped this around my finger."

"You could have been careful!" He scolded her rightfully being mad. Grabbing her hand he made her sit on the spare chair pulling his own next to hers, he fetched for his wallet in his back pocket and took out a band-aid from it. "It's such a deep wound YN!" He glanced at her with his brows furrowed after he took off the tissue paper around her finger, to replace it with an actual band-aid.

He felt so bad that she hurt herself cooking for him and her. Though he was very well aware that she cooks at home everytime, accidents happens for him to feel a little a mad and upset about it.

"It doesn't happen often with me, I was talking to Brielle, my friend on the phone and it just... Happened." She shrugged, staring at him as he seemed much more concentrated on tending to her teeny tiny wound which didn't even hurt that much. She found it amusing how he carried spare Band-aids around with him in his wallet.

She couldn't fathom how pretty he is! Even more prettier in person inside and out, come on he's tending to her teeny tiny wound like it's a very big deal!

She looked at him how he blew soft air on her finger as he carefully wrapped the band-aid around ther tip where she'd cut herself. She wondered if he was wearing a tinted lip balm that his lips so pink and plush and soft. Would this it be too early to ask if she could kiss him?

They've been on Just one date apart of this one!

It shouldn't...

She was pulled out of her thoughts when he finally spoke: "Be careful next time, okay?" He looked at her giving her all his attention as she looked at him with a puppy face. He swore he was just a hair away from kissing that pout off her mouth. "What were you saying before?"

"Oh, I was asking if you need spoon." She repeated.

"We were going to eat with our hands?" He was confused.

"Traditionally, yes, but I can get you-"

"No, it's okay." He interrupted her politely, wanting to indulge into her world in a way, "I can try eating with my hand!"

"Okay, then go wash your hands." She chuckled at his excitement, she still got him a spoon if he changes his mind.

"How was you day, love?" He enquired as he took his seat again moving his chair back in front of her across the table.

"I don't know honestly." She shrugged, "can't explain. But this one lady just bickered with me for like an hour and half. God, I was so pissed!" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry that happened," he cooed, "this is very delicious by the way!"

"Oh, thank you!" YN felt flattered by his compliment. She wasn't very great at cooking, but she made decent food. "Is it too spicy for you?" She smiled at him watching him eat with his hands, she never imagined to see him like that but he warmed her heart in a cool way.

"Tiny bit," he agreed. "What?"

"Nothing," she shook her head breathing out a subtle laugh, "you just look cute and all."

"Hey, I'm trying!" He whined.

"I did not say you aren't!" She defended. Shaking his head Harry got back to eating.

"Do you work tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah, got another early shift." She shared, "why?"

"I, ehm, got tickets to this, ehm museum, they have an art exhibition. One of my friend's gonna have her collection displayed there." He stuttered, but proceeded with a suggestion, "thought you'd maybe wanna go with me?"

"Oh," was her reaction. YN isn't really into art but she would be willing to go with him. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmm. Why wouldn't I?"

"No, I am sorry, I didn't meant it in a wrong way." She rushed, "I mean it is going to be pretty crowded there surely. I meant, would you really want me to go with you?"

God! She could feel her heart thumping in her ears. Yes, she is rightfully anxious. The museum is surely going to crowded, and he have been sighted by his fans there even when he's alone many times. It made her anxious. The internet made her anxious even though she haven't even agreed on going with him yet.

"It's okay." He assured her, "I understand, haven't really talked about it with you yet and it's fine with me if you don't want to go. Maybe next time? But it's okay."

"Harry, I do want to go, I'm just a bit anxious." She explained, "I'm sorry if I made you upset."

"No love, it's alright with me." He reassured her, "really it is, okay? You don't have to worry about it all, there are no cameras allowed there at the exhibition. I know it is still going to be inevitable to avoid them, but I promise you that you won't have to worry about it."

"Okay," she sounded, "would you be fine with that, I mean if there are any lurking cameras around there?"

"Of course I would be," he agreed in a heartbeat, "I took you out two weeks ago, didn't I?"

"Mhmm."

"This a bit sad honestly, to have even have this conversation." He started, "but this really just comes with my choice career. I've learned it's only going to be obvious if we make it obvious, and I don't want that. Not this soon at least."

YN felt that eerie feeling in her stomach you get when you know you're in some kind of trouble. That eerie bad and anxious feeling of making someone upset or sad even unintentionally. The feeling of nothing but cold air filling in your abdominal cavity.

He smiled before he continued, dimples denting into both his cheeks, "I like you a lot, if it's not been obvious until now." He searched her face watching her bite the inside of her cheeks nervously. Being caught, she just proceeded to stuff her face with food to fight the awkwardness. "I've had a crush on you since the say I saw you. Your little stutters really caught my eyes. Obviously you know I was but I never once felt differently treated by you, and I really liked that." That's the longest YN has heard him speak without his ehm's and uhh's stutters.

"I just really want to be selfish and cherish that for as long as I can to myself." He confessed, "I also don't mind if I'm seen with you or whatever. Honestly couldn't give two fucks about what people have to say anymore."

YN chuckled at the closing statement of his little vulnerable speech, "I like you too, Harry, really. You know I've been a fan of your music, so thank you for trusting me enough to let me a part of your life."

"I should be thank you," he corrected her, "for respecting my privacy anddd making this amazing food!" He finally took another bite of his food after his speech.

"You're very welcome Harry, just ring me up if you want to eat anything else. Anytime" YN said, "my friends call me up everytime anyway." She found it was better to subtly move the conversation to something else. It was going to be way too overwhelming for her, she had felt way too many emotions today to add more of her perspective on this. She could say that any other time, maybe tomorrow even, but not in that moment.

"Yeah? That's because you make really good food, love," he agreed with her friends there. "What time do you get off tomorrow?"

"I have early shift so..." she reminded and calculated her shift hours in her head for a moment, "I should be done by afternoon."

"So we can go after lunch then, yeah?" He suggested, "it won't be as crowded then, I guess."

"Works for me." She agreed. "Did I forget something?" She looked at the table confused.

"I don't know..." Harry shrugged.

"Oh, oh, the dessert!" She exclaimed, "how can I forget that?" She was already halfway in the kitchen licking her fingers, she pulled something out of the fridge and something off the country and managed to balance two Tupperware containers and two small bowls with a clean serving spoon to the table. "I made this last night before I went to and this is just store bought."

"What's that?" Harry was pretty curious.

"This is Rasgulla - or Rasgulle for plural - and Gulabjamun which I made." She pointed each dessert out, proudly. "Finally, got it right this time! These are too difficult to make for some reason for me."

"Oh, what's it made of?"

"Same ingredients surprisingly, paneer which is cottage cheese and a tiny bit of flour, one of it has got some dry fruits in it."

"Sounds amazing!" He mused.

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After dinner and dessert (which Harry loved so much!), Harry helped YN with the dishes even though she told him not to. Turning on the TV and her pet fish's water filter on they both sat on the sofa watching the movie he picked. Harry Potter he chose.

"I've never seen these." YN confessed as she sat down in the corner placing a water bottle on the coffee table.

"You've never watched Harry Potter before?" He looked at her as if she killed his pet hamster.

"No..." She hesitated, "why?"

"How have you never watched Harry Potter?" He looked hurt, or acting to be hurt.

"I just never found it interesting enough." She admitted, "my elder brother sister are obsessed though, and so are all of my younger siblings." Yeah, she's always been the odd one out in her family. As the middle child that fit ber very well.

"You still want to watch it?" He asked, letting go of the teasing.

"Yeah, it's fine I can sit through the first one." She shrugged.

"No we're watching something else," he handed the remote, "pick something."

"Okay," she took it and played Spiderman: Far From Home. "Are you going to be in the next Eternals?" She spoke about halfway through the movie, now sat comfy with a throw blanket, her legs draped over Harry's with his hands warming up ber knee through the thick fabric of sweats, she leaned back with her elbow perched up on a pillow, her cheek smooshed against her knuckles.

"Yeah, we start filming next year." He shared, "though I'm not allowed to share this."

"It's okay, you're secrets are safe with me." She smiled, he smiled back watching TV.

God, he is just so pretty to look at!

She could die, he was that pretty. Honestly she wouldn't hesitate to obsess over him but she's way too much of a little coward to do so. Plus she thinks she would come out as weird especially considering he knows that she's been his fan since his solo career started. Maybe when they're comfortable enough with each other? Maybe a in a few weeks? Or months if they last? Or maybe when he finally says he wants her to be his girlfriend? Just too many maybes! Urgh!

He was made first of his mold she decided, even his side profile looked gorgeous. His lashes curling up to his brow bone, the straight slant of his pointed nose which she love how it dances as he talks. For the second time this night she found herself wanting so badly to kiss him. Even if on his dimpled cheek.

Harry felt her staring at him obviously, "love, you're staring."

"What? No, I'm not!" She was snapped out of her little admiring session, lying from the tip of tongue. She felt heat rush under her skin as be back to look at the TV watching Zendaya fight off the drones.

"I don't mind if you were." Harry teased her, and even though she wasn't looking at him anymore she could feel the smirk on his face through his voice. He laughed watching a red tint take over her complextion. "You look so pretty blushing!"

"Oh stop it!" She huffed whining making him laugh even more, she scooted to the corner pulling her knees close to her chest. "You're annoying!" Catching smirking at her short glance at him.

"Am I?" He tipped his head to side after he, "is it annoying that I find you pretty or me catching you staring at me, hm?" Her lips pressed in a thin line as she tried not to smile too much.

"You're annoying, in whole." She said, trying to get out of her embarrassment.

"Too late, sweetheart, we're already do dates in." He reminded her, "with a third one planned out. Can't back off now."

Fuck that hit her like bang!

She wasn't planning of backing off anytime soon. Not until he decides to otherwise. That melted her heart into a puddle.

"I wasn't planning to." She answered. He liked how she wasn't trying to hold back her smile. Searching her face he leaned in even closer.

"Yeah?" Harry sounded quite content with her answer, he reached for her hand carefully resting on her lap. "Gonna stay for as long as you feel fit?" His other hand cradled her face slipping down, stopped on her neck.

"Mhmm." She nodded, feeling heebie-jeebie inside as he brought hand upto his mouth to place a delicate kiss on her knuckles, feeling the pad of his thumb rub softly against her jaw.

God! Her heart is going to burst in her chest cavity!

"Is it okay if we kiss?" She found herself finally speaking up instead of humming.

"Absolutely it is, my love!" His voice somehow went deeper as he looked her dead in her eyes. Watching her lean in that much closer he pulled her in with his hand slipping further on the her neck.

There it was, his mouth pressed onto her her bottom lip tucked into his two. The little touch felt so soft and intimate when it all lasted for a second. He didn't pull away, she could still feel his nose skimming against her cheek. She took her shot and pressed her mouth on his again, this one lingering longer than the first one. Even more special as it dawned on her in a beautiful way he is the first person she ever kissed!

Harry felt her small hand warm on his cheek, making him take it a bit further but he kept to himself and followed her lead. When she broke away he pulled her in a bear hug.

"God, I missed you all week!" He confessed as if it weren't the first thing he said to her today.

"I missed to too," she reciprocated, she leaned into his warmth especially when he was being so welcoming of her. Harry was extra cuddly with his hoodie on and sweats and the fluffy throw blanket they shared.

Next thing YN knew annoying loud noise of her alarm went off, still feeling warm like it was some fever dream of hers. But her alarm went off suddenly as she felt a warm hand running up and down her back.

"Hey love, your alarm just went off." Deep raspy voice spoke to her snapping her out of her sleep. It was really Harry. YN found herself basically lied on top of him with the throw over both of them, the TV switched off. "Good morning!"

"Good morning," she spoke pulling herself unwillingly away from him. She was definitely way too comfortable in the setting. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."

"It's alright," he assured her, "did you had a good sleep." He watched her stretch like a tired little kitten as she yawned.

"Yeah, a little too well." She admitted making him chuckle, "did you?"

"Mhmm! Of course I did." He confessed to. "You're going to work this early?"

"No, I leave by seven," she shook her head trying to shake off sleep from her eyes.

"Yeah? I'll drop you off on my home, you can go get ready."

"Mhmm thank you." She smiled. God she didn't wanted to drive today! "You can sleep in more meanwhile if you want."

YN had shut the door behind her to her bathroom. Oh god, she really did let someone stay a night over at her place!?

She couldn't believe herself there. YN's always been protective of her personal space. Especially since was kid. Growing up she had many questions to answer to, where was she going? Why aas she going? Where was she if she was late? What was she doing if she was late? Does she have guy friends? When she closed her bedroom door for more than hour what was she doing inside? Did she directly went to school and came straight back home? Did she need money? Why does she need money when she was provided everything at home? And what not!

It wasn't just her, even her elder sister had to answer all the questions. She's sure her little sister has to answer those too now.

One thing YN's sure about is that her friends are going to be go haywire when they find out. About Harry. About this. Hell she hasn't even allowed them to stay over for night since she moved there.

How and why did she fell asleep on him? Especially after they kissed!

But none the less thinking about all this she found herself all ready for the day. She'd chosen same brown pants she wore on the first date and white button down shirt with a black jumper on top. She'll have to work in this today.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He turned around to look at her, he was answering some texts.

"I left you a new toothbrush and a towel in, in the bathroom if you wanted to, ehm, get freshen up." She stuttered.

"Mhmm thank you, love." He smiled. God how casual is he going to be about this?

She went to make herself tea and him a coffee, she made herself a quick breakfast wrap to take along whilst waiting for Harry. She couldn't believe last night happened!

She so badly wanted to tell her friends like they share their things with her. But she opted not to, whilst Alec can digest any and all secrets, Brielle finds it difficult though YN would argue she's the most respectful person she's ever met. She will have to tell them eventually or they're going to be upset, even though she isn't entitled to share of her personal life stuff but those are her friends. They've been with her since last fifteen years!

"Hey, are you ready?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, almost! Here's your coffee." She handed him a reusable thermos cup.

"Oh thank you," he smiled walking upto her to give her a warm hug, "you're still up for today?"

"Yeah," she nodded leaning into him for a moment, he placed a kiss on her head.

"I'll pick you up by 12?" He suggested earning another nod from her, "you alright love?"

"Yeah," she nodded assuring him, "yeah, I am."

"You've got the whole puppy face going on, What's wrong?" He pointed out, booping the tip of her nose with his pointer finger. He noticed she'd packed her breakfast and two small containers with the desserts they had last night.

"I'll tell you on the way?" She suggested.

"Mhmm," he nodded.

They both got into his car. He drove for a bit in silence halfway through, giving her the time she needs to speak.

"I haven't told my friends about us yet." She confessed.

"Why so, darling?" He asked, sounding a bit upset and taken back. Instantly there were questions flooding through his mind.

"One of my friends is like... I don't know how to say it in English." She chuckled to lighten up the mood her little confess got him into, "she just can't digest secrets, basically she loves to gossip. Whilst I don't mind her talking about us, even on accident to anyone I don't know if you'll be fine with that. I know you sort to talked about similar... thing with me last night. But both of my friends would go haywire if they find out from somewhere else. So I'm just thinking about how I should tell then, or if I should even tell them."

"There is no pressure love, I don't mind if she talks about us to anyone." He shrugged, "you can tell 'em if you don't mind."

"You're fine with that?" She asked, "I mean, I know her but you know she talks alot and stuff like that but she won't say a word on purpose and-"

"YN, calm down please." He interrupted her, "I don't care if anyone knows, really. We don't have to hide, it's like we're committing a huge crime. We like each other, right?" He glanced at her for an answer and mumbled a little yes! so he continued, "there's nothing to worry about."

"Okay." She squeaked, "that really put me at ease."

"And we're here," he stopped his car on the side of the road. "I'm glad about that, sweetheart."

She hummed, "please take a nap you still look very tired Harry." She pointed out, seeing bags under his eyes and sleep puffed face.

"I'll go to bed early tonight, don't worry." Harry assured her, "now would you gimme a kiss before you go?" He was already leaning over the center console closer to her waiting, without a word uttered she leaned in to press her mouth on his into a long indulging kiss just like last night, her hand rested on his cheek. Enough to hold him off until he sees her again in the afternoon. "Take care okay?"

"I will." She unbuckled her seat belt and got out, "my colleague's here." She saw her colleague opening the door to the cafe already, "nap Harry, okay?"

"Aye!" He chuckled at her little scolding. Waving she jogged her way inside.

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"It's very pretty in here!" YN exclaimed quietly looking around the museum. Yeah, she's a huge history geek but this never peeked her interest to spend her time at a historical museum.

"But not more than you." He gave his cheeky little remark. "The exhibition is on the other side, bht we can walk around here if you want."

"Yeah, I want that." She agreed. They walked around looking at the busts made of marbles, a few paintings and national souvenirs displayed around. She shared the little facts she knows about little pieces herr and there with Harry before they decided to see his friend's art collection.

"Did you tell your friends?" Harry enquired. He held her her close with arm wrapped around her waist. He carried her bag for her just so he can have her close to him as they walked around.

"Yeah, I did. I saw both of them today." YN shared, "Brielle said she won't share this with anyone unless we want that. And Alec is going to be here, his sister has her own art collection displayed here today."

"Oh, we should check that out too!"

They walked around and met Harry's friend who was super nice. And also super talented. Their paintings displayed were very beautiful, though YN didn't understood the meaning behind each one, she's not that artistic she decided. But the pieces of art work were easy on eyes and calming in a way she has never been before, she'd buy one herself if they weren't started from the price of her flat alone. She'll stick to buying cheap affiliated ones from Amazon until she can afford a real one.

"I don't see Alec around." She shared with Harry, "oh there he is."

"Hello YN!" Alec greeted YN with a hug.

"Hiya!" YN exclaimed hugging him back. "Harry this is one of my best friend, Alec. And Alec you know Harry."

"Oh yes, Hello." Alec greeted Harry with a hug too. "I didn't know my best friend could be this sneaky about literally dating her celebrity crush."

Harry chuckled, "nice meet you, Alec."

"Oh and please come take a look at my sister's art work too." The blonde suggested and walked Harry and YN to the other side of the room. Least tk say she was baffled by Hadleigh's art display. They talked for a long time there.

Harry was sure approached by a couple of his fans whom he talked to, but they couldn't take pictures as it was allowed in the exhibition due to copyright issues from the artists present there. He was so grateful for that in the moment, subtly but he won't admit it because he loves meeting his fans but he also likes his privacy.

"Is Brielle going to come?" YN asked.

"She's stuck at work, you know her boss is arsehole." Alec rolled his eyes.

"Oh okay." YN nodded.

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YN wanted to look around the museum for a little longer so of course Harry was going to agree. He's just going to look at her and listen to her random facts. Though it was way past the lunch time.

"Oh-uh!" She sighed.

"What's wrong?" Harry followed her gaze to find a little family looking at displays just two aisles away in the Egyptian section.

"That's my sister and her family." YN shared.

"Oh," was his initial reaction, "do you want to go talk to her?"

"I, uh, it's fine." YN shrugged.

"I don't want to assume but do you not talk to her?" He wondered.

"It's not that..." She trailed off, "it's complicated. It's not her it's my parents that I don't like to talk to, if she sees me on a date they're gonna know for sure. If she doesn't tell them her husband for sure will."

"Why would you not want them to know?"

"I- Harry please don't take it in a wrong way! I'll tell share it with you little by little, okay? I don't have the greatest relationship with my parents. I have- I can't talk about it all in one go, it's very hard for me. It's, it's difficult for me open up like you did." She shared stuttering through her talk, a glassy sheen took over her eyes. "There is a reason why I live alone."

"Hey, I'm sorry —"

"I need five minutes." She excused herself interrupting him walking towards the bathrooms, taking her bag from him.

YN honestly doesn't know how to navigate through stuff like this. All this time she's solely focused on herself and herself only. Not bothering to go out on dates and stuff until upto recently before walked into her work place for the first time. Now that she had the time she wanted to open herself to more experiences, but no one stayed more than a date or two. She went on dates with five different people four of them wanted just a one night stand and other one ghosted her after the second date.

Harry stayed. Giving her that tiny hope back. They became good friends first which was a cherry on top for her. Now all she wanted to do was not make him uncomfortable in any way, shape or form just because she doesn't trust people who are in her life much. Her parents would make her life even harder if they found out she's seeing someone, especially when she's living alone.

She didn't trusted her own sister whom she loves so much. Her sister knows who Harry is, and from the sixteen years she spent with her family and relatives she knows how these kinds of news spread faster than wild fires.

She felt so confused as to where to start unpacking all of this to him without making it feel like she was dumping it all on him at once. Sure she's not even trying a bit to hide anything from him, she just needs time.

YN couldn't help but feel she's making him upset and mad about her anxiousness. Not wanting to let her mind wonder and talk to her therapist about it (he's the only person who knew about her seeing Harry everyday since he first walked in) instead she blinked pushing her tears back.

It was just too hard for her to see her sister there after a good few years.

"You're okay!" She mumbled to herself washing her hands in the sink, "shut the fuck up! You're okay, you're okay! It's fine. Talk to him!" She was bringing herself together there, with that she headed back out to go to look for Harry.

"C'mon," is the first thing he said when he saw her and walked her out to go to his car all the while holding onto her hand in a gentle grip. "I'm really sorry, love." He started once he got in the driver's seat next to her. "I just didn't wanted to assume that you're not on good terms with your family. Whilst I want to know more about you, I know it's none of my business to intrude. So it's completely fine if you never want to talk about it."

"You clearly looked upset about it." She pointed out, "I wasn't meaning to hiding all of this I just don't want to deal with my family because I know they're going to make a huge fuss about it!"

"It did made me upset but I didn't know." He admitted, "I am really sorry about that lovie," and he carefully reached for her hand in her lap, "we don't have to tell anyone, okay? I'm not gonna question anything or get upset like I did— that was very naïve of me—, we can just go about our days without thinking about it."

"Okay." She nodded. "I'm sorry too. It wasn't you that I ran to bathroom."

"That's okay love." He assured her.

"Hmm."

"Let's go to Hyde park and have a little picnic, hm?" He suggested already pulling out of the basement car park of the museum. "Would you mind placing an online order at Subway or something?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "You want sandwiches?"

YN found a little restaurant which served a variety of sandwiches so she placed a order a couple of different ones, and a tall hot chocolate for herself — Harry said he didn't need a drink, was fine with just water — for them to take away on thier way to the impromptu picnic.

"Think Gemma left her picnic blanket in me car last time," Harry opened the boot of his car, "there it is!" He announced taking out a brown and beige gingham blanket.

They both walked further in towards the park, finding a place quiet enough. Harry layed out the blanket on the grass before they both sat down. Winter month, the sun was getting ready set at just half past four. There was awkward silence taking over between them now as they ate away their very late lunch.

"You want a bite?" YN offered.

"Yeah," he agreed taking a bjte from her sandwich. Finally something to talk about! "Mmm do you want to switch?"

"No!" She got defensive, "just one bite."

"Meanie," he squinted his eyes at her but failed ending up chuckling. He picked up her hot chocolate to take a sip.

"Hey!" She whined. "Be polite gimme a bite of your sandwich now!"

"Here," without any other word he offered her his sandwich. "What are you doing for Christmas?"

"I don't do anything on Christmas... Work I guess?" She said as if questioning how she spends her holidays.

"You're working on Christmas?" He couldn't believe her, "no way you're not!"

"But it's fun!" She whined, "and I kind of need to get some over time in," smiling sheepishly she took a bite of her food.

"Why so?"

"It's embarrassing, moving—"

"Now I definitely I wanna know," he pressed, teasing her.

"Oh god no," she sighed, "the car I bought. It was like an impulsive purchase due to some family drama." He laughed explaining, "some people were talking shit about my job."

"And that is so slay!" He exclaimed, "happy for you bestie!"

"Thank you bestie!"

"No but seriously, YN I need you to take the day off for me, please?" Harry looked at her with a puppy face. "Please?"

"Okay, Christmas is a month away. I'll see what I can do." YN agreed.

"Okay." He leaned in a pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They both talked about literally nothing to Harry's new music. They scrolled through some memes on her Instagram. Least to say Harry wasn't surprised seeing his own memes on her explore page, that just showed how insanely funny his fans are to him.

"Wait? What was that?" He saw a video on her home which she swiftly scrolled by.

"No, it's embarrassing!" She whined when he took the device from her hand and scrolled back to the video. It was her friend, Alec's account he saw, he'd posted a few throw back pictures and videos. There was a video of YN, Alec and who he assumed must be Brielle singing. The ginger boy with a guitar and behind a keyboard as they sang Gorgeous by Taylor Swift.

"Huh? And you said you can't sing?" He scoffed confusedly.

"I literally can't."

"Look there is another one!"

"Oh my god, Harry!" YN tackled him to get her phone back knowing very well he's just trying to annoy her now. And he did just that going through her own account and checking her posts for the rest of their time outside.

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jenniferjareauwife · 30 days

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maybe a drabble where r and jj are married & live together, on a sunday morning and the two of them making breakfast for each other and the kids, maybe mom jj fluff, and henry treats r just like a mom too

Sunday Morning

pairing: jennifer jareau x reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 378

summary: a relaxing sunday morning with your family

I woke up to Henry pouncing on me in bed. I let out a loud groan and put my arms around him. "Hey buddy." I kissed his temple.

"Hi."

"Mom's making breakfast. She made me wake you up." I laughed and messed up his hair. He did a good job at that. I never knew JJ's 8 year old son would opt to establish a relationship with me but here we were. I loved him as if her were my own.

"Ok. I'll get up in a minute. Wanna stay with me or do you wanna go back down with Mom?"

"I wanna stay with you." He played with the strings of my hoodie and pulled on them, choking me a bit but I didn't yell at him for it.

"Buddy let's not do that, ok?"

"I'm sorry." He frowned and I picked him up, kissing the top of his head.

"It's ok Henry." I carried him downstairs, wanting my morning kiss from my wife. I sat Henry down at the kitchen table before hugging JJ from behind at the stove.

"Hey baby." She turned her head so she could peck my lips. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah. But I would've slept better if I had woken up next to my wife."

"I'm sorry hon. I just wanted to surprise you two with a nice breakfast, you know? We haven't had this family time in a while and I've missed it."

"Me too." I kissed her shoulder. "I love you." I mumbled against her skin.

"I love you too." I had to let go of her so she could put the food at the kitchen table. "I hope you like it guys." She kissed Henry's temple before sitting down next to me. I gave her a warm smile as we tried not to laugh as we saw Henry stuff his mouth with his pancakes.

"Slow down buddy. You don't wanna choke, do you?" He shook his head and started eating a bit slower.

"Thanks Mom. They're really good." I nodded to agree with him and turned to look at JJ.

"Thank you babe. I appreciate you doing this." I squeezed her hand under the table, blushing as JJ leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"Anything for my family."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #lgbtq #wlw post

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tsumoren · 1 year

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DANCE WITH ME UNDER A MOONLIT SKY.

SUMMARY. enstars characters as a selection of romance quotes that make me want to crush them in my hands

FEATURING. rinne amagi, keito hasumi, tatsumi kazehaya, natsume sakasaki

NOTES. reader is gender neutral, no warnings just pure unfiltered fluff, idiots in love, not proofread

rinne amagi

“it's not that i can't live without you; it's that i don't want to. there's a difference. we all make choices in life and i choose you. my heart belongs to you. and i'm not asking for it back, even if you don't want it anymore.” — the perfect game; j. sterling

rinne falls in love like the first drop of a roller coaster. it's nothing new, he knows how it starts and how it ends—and he swears it's going to be different this time. he isn't going to scream and yell when the rush takes over and he definitely isn't going to seriously fall in love with you. but the rails click with anticipation, and rinne amagi, who is usually so buoyant and a thorn in everyone's side, is unusually quiet. he reaches the very top, and everything else feels so small. the food cart the two of you were just at, the minigame he won just for you so you could take that big ugly bear home, the gift shop that you begged to visit at least once before you left. everything falls into place, and when he turns to look at you and your big annoying smile, asking words he can't quite make out, the ride tips over the edge—and rinne amagi's voice is lost to the wind.

keito hasumi

“i will want you with every single ounce of my being during every single second of every single day for the rest of our lives. no amount of scars will stop me from loving you, from worshipping you with every moment we have together. you are it for me.” — when it raynes; montana fyre

keito falls in loves like free falling from a plane. he's perfectly guarded and protected around all sides—heart packed tightly in the safest corner of his chest, ready for everything and anything thrown his way. it's the only time he isn't in control, and he can't work his way out of this one. the time is only perfect once he catches sight of you below, and keito finally takes a leap of faith, shutting his eyes tight and diving down head first. the wind rushes past him furiously—adrenaline rushes through his veins and his heart is still beating straight out of his chest even when he lands right into your arms. his pupils are blown wide, hair tussled from the wind, glasses long gone from the fall—but you smile at him so warmly that keito thinks he might dive right into your arms right again.

tatsumi kazehaya

“what are you smiling about?” / “just admiring the view.” / “you were staring at me.” / “like i said, admiring the view.” — real players never lose; micalea smeltzer

tatsumi falls in love like quiet nights in front of a fireplace. there isn't anything else except him, you, and the burning of the distant firewood. you glow brilliantly in the golden light, and tatsumi realizes that he would do nothing but stay with you like this forever and he would be happy. the way you shuffle quietly under the large blanket, lost to sleep long ago. behind him, the world falls into a steady pulse, a silent lull that fades into the background as he flickers to life—similar to the flames in front of him. he draws mindless circles on the back of your hand whilst you sleep and wonders just what and when things changed. on what day, on what occasion? but tatsumi doesn't mind, not when your eyes are closed so peacefully—he could stay with you like this forever, after all.

natsume sakasaki

“loving you is as natural to me as breathing. you came into my life and wormed your way into my heart. i knew the first time i saw you that there was no one like you on this planet. no one else for me.” — academically yours; jennifer chipman

natsume falls in love like pancakes over breakfast. it's soft, warm, uplifting, and it feels like he has lived this domesticity with you all his life. because he knew from the first time he set sight on you that you were the one—with your messed up tie and mismatched socks, rushing through the halls with papers flying all around. he feels like the center of a cliche movie, a silly and laughable child's tale. but you are there in every vision he sees. with you, every moment is a state of wonderful bliss—featherlight touches, playful teasing, kisses that never seem to last long enough. natsume doesn't care, he knows you have all the time in the world together. and if fate would not allow it, then he would just have to curse everyone altogether until it did.

#💌 tsumoren !#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader #keito hasumi #keito hasumi x reader #tatsumi kazehaya #tatsumi kazehaya x reader #natsume sakasaki #natsume sakasaki x reader

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imdoingsortagay · 10 months

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I have request 👉👈 president! Agatha Harkness x First Lady! R being the perfect couple and smut

Day in the Life of the Harkness Family

Summary: a glimpse of what the president and her wife do during their day.

Warnings : Presidential stuff, meetings, soft agatha, some smut so 18+ minors dni or I'm throwing bricks

5am- Waking up to go and workout

Agatha always started her day with an hour workout, dragging you along with her as it was always best to keep your health up while all you wanted was to sleep in with her in bed.

" Aggie," you whine as Agatha holds your hand on the way to the gym in the white house. your wife pays no mind to your complaining as she knows that the moment that you see her working out, it'll get you to shut up.

" yes my love?" she asks you sweetly.

" Why can't we-"

" Stay in bed and cuddle until I go to my morning meetings? baby, I know you enough to know what you say every time" she explains as one of the guards goes to open the gym.

About 30 minutes into the workout, Agatha will giggle as you watch from one of the treadmills as she's lifting weights.

7:30am- Breakfest

While Agatha did know there was a chef on the property for her to make food, she always enjoyed her mornings making different foods for the both of you to eat. She'd tell the chef to come in at 8am, meaning there were 30 minutes when both of you would be in the kitchen giggling, making pancakes, eggs, waffles, or whatever food you were craving.

" Did you feed Ebony y/n"?

" I did my dear," you tell her setting up the table for the both of you," and Senor Scratchy also got fed of course".

" Orange juice or coffee babe?"

" With my eggs? Coffee duh" you tell her. Agatha and you sit in silence as you eat next to each other, your wife reading some papers for a meeting she has soon while you read the newspaper.

9am- Meetings and First Lady Duties

" What happended to doing your duties y/n?"

" Dropping you off to your first meeting of the day with Barkley is a part of my duties baby, then I have to go help set up with the planner for a tea party with a group from Nevada", she hears you explain and before she knows it, Agatha is at the oval office. While she wants to spend the rest of the day with you doing nothing, Agatha knows that she has duties to attend to.

"I love you, Agatha," you say as you give her a kiss on the cheek>

" And I love you," she giggles.

" No Aggie I love -"

" Harkness can you stop with the lovey dovey shit we have a meeting literally now?" Jennifer barges out of the office, annoyed that she has to hear the both of you act like this every time that you drop her off at the office.

" Love seeing you Barkley, long time no see," you say " i see you still haven't gotten better with your attitude since nobody wants to f-"

" Baby, how about you go and do your duties while Vice President and I have a meeting?" Agatha asks before you give your wife a quick kiss on the cheek and walk away while her Vp goes back into the office.

" Jenny you know you have to be nice to my wife right ?" Agatha asks while the other woman tries her best to avoid eye contact, already wanting to get this meeting over with.

" I had to deal with the idiots in the Senate on a bill they can't seem to ever pass a bill," She grumbles.

" I'm Sorry Jenny," Agatha starts off," How about you take a bit to destress while i read some of these papers for later?"

" How though? "

12pm- Lunch with Agatha

" Knock knock," she hears you say as you walk in, bringing in some lunch that was made for you.

" How was the meeting with Barkley? Did she behave for you or did you have to show her how to?"

" Told her to destress with Senator Debella and she started blushing like crazy at the mention of the woman babe you should have seen it,” Agatha chuckles, never failing to tease the woman about her crushes

" Those ladies need to confront their feelings for each other or else we might need to lock them in a closet," and Agatha laughs at your comment.

" Maybe I should help you destress a bit too dear," you say in a seductive tone," We still have a busy day around here, might as well help my bunny in the office for a bit".

All Agatha can do is nod at your idea, letting you take off her suit pants slowly along with her panties. The moment that you use two fingers to feel how wet the woman next to you is, Agatha tries her best to be quiet.

" You want Daddy to help you out, sweet Bunny?"

Agatha nods before she feels one finger go into her wet cunt, wasting no time in taking off her jacket and shirt to leave marks all over her chest for later in bed.

2:50pm- Getting ready before a press event

Agatha was a bit nervous about this press event, with only a month of preparation all she wanted was for this to go okay. It's the first event that the white house is hosting during pride month ever and she hopes all goes well.

" You need a pep talk honey?" she hears you ask. You had happily volunteered to do her makeup for the pride event, adding a subtle rainbow eyeshadow look to her attire.

" M'fine baby," she tells you," Just having you here with me before I'm bombarded with the press is all I need".

" Okay honey," you start off," Did you want to hear about who I saw walk out of Barkley's office?

7pm- Walk around the White House

The event went better than expected, while on the outside she was cool as a cucumber, you could spot from a mile away how your wife was playing with her wedding ring to calm down as one of the reporters was asking her questions about where the idea to do this came from.

Agatha was grateful that you had quickly jumped to her side to calm her down and held her hand while she was talking to a couple of the press who came to write stories.

Now came your favorite time of the day, taking a long walk around the Whitehouse with a couple secret service agents not too far behind to ensure the safety of the two of you.

" Did you know that I appreciate you so fucking much y/n? Like so goddam much?".

" I know Aggie," you say as she looks around, wondering how she got so lucky to have you after the chaos of being an important member of the United States.

Months of grueling campaign stops, rallies, and threats didn't deter you away from her when you knew she would make a wonderful President.

9pm- in bed

" Can I make you feel good tonight Daddy?" Agatha asks in the sweetest tone.

She was in complete bliss after the 2 orgasms you had given her and you assumed that she just wanted to go to sleep right after the stressful day she had.

" Oh you can sweet bunny," you tell her in a sweet tone before she starts to leave kisses all over your body, leaving a couple of marks before making her way to your wet cunt. She wastes no time in licking your cunt and you wrap your hands in her hair to ensure that she says right there.

" Such a good bunny for her Daddy," she hears you say before letting out moans.

It doesn't take long before you cum from her mouth on your cunt, Agatha helping you calm down before she moves back up to cuddle with you.

" Fuck I love you, sweet Agatha".

#lizs writing #liz blurbs #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x reader #marvel imagine

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the-guilty-writer · 10 months

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Criminal Minds PRIDE Fics

Well, it's the end of Pride Month. Thank you to everyone who entered fics, new or old (or both)! This was my first time hosting a writing challenge and the amount of love surrounding it was truly incredible. From the range of writers who participated, to the the types of fics, it shows just how broad this community spans. I hope all of you are well, and safe, and know that you are extremely loved ❤.

This list is not exhaustive by any means. There are many other LGBTQ+ Criminal Minds fics out there, these are just the entries for the challenge. If you have a late entry (I know I do) don't be afraid to send it in! If you sent in a fic and it is missing, let me know that too!

Please let me know if you have issues with the accessibility of this list for any reason (I used fun colors again). I am happy to provide you with an accessible format.

(once again, my favorite CM Pride gif which is actually part of a set that I need to track down and reblog later)

Fics are under the cut!

Reader Insert Fics:

Note: I tried my best to indicate reader traits to make it easier to find fics. If you find any of these to be inaccurate, please let me know and I will edit it to be correct

Spencer Reid

(In)visible by @foxy-eva: (fem!reader, bisexual!reader) There are a lot of obstacles you had to face as a queer woman but you never thought that falling in love with a man was one of them.

Bigotry Kills by @staygoldsquatchling02: (trans masculine non-binary!reader) While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “less than himself”.

Ocean by @cinnamon-lesbian: (intersex!fem!reader) The reader can’t seem to love herself. Spencer lets her in on how amazing she really is.

I'd Better Ask Emily by Gill: (daughter!reader, lesbian!reader) When Spencer goes looking for your school notebook and accidentally reads your diary instead he goes to the BAU bisexual badass for help.

Emily Prentiss

Freedom-Seeking Hearts by @/foxy-eva: (fem!reader) For how much longer will Emily Prentiss and Fem!Reader be able to contain their freedom-seeking hearts?

Jennifer Jareau

Somewhere Underlined by @railingsofsorrow: (fem!reader) jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too.

Aaron Hotchner

So Much by Gill: (teen!reader) reader comes out to their dad as gay and his reaction is not what they expected.

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Character x Character Fics:

Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan

second chance by @masterwords: It's time for Hotch to tell Jack about his relationship with Derek. He's understandably concerned that it could go bad, but hopefully nothing some chocolate chip pancakes won't help. (Spoiler Alert: It doesn't go bad. There are some rough patches here but this is a story with a happy ending.)

Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Love can rise out of the ashes by @satchels-and-socks: Spencer is heartbroken after Maeve. Spencer locks himself away and becomes a shell of his formal self. Derek realized something and is determined to show Spencer that life goes on and how someone other than Maeve is truly in love with him.

Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss

The Way You Felt by @andiebeaword: While on a flight to help Spencer, exes J.J. and Emily ultimately come to terms with their buried feelings.

Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Soft & Sweet by @/foxy-eva: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments. (includes smut, 18+, minors DNI)

Emily Prentiss x Clara Seger

I Felt a Million Things When I First Met You by @baubeautyandthegeek: The one where Emily finally comes clean about just how come Clara’s always so willing to help.

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find (on Ao3) by @starzzyeyed: Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds x gn!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss fluff #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #tara lewis

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nanawritesit · 1 year

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Random Headcanons I Have For The DDLC Girls 💞

Monika:

favorite pocky flavor is almond crush

loves cappuccinos

wants to learn ballet

does pilates (and is super into the pink pilates princess aesthetic)

is obsessed with skincare

her dream date is a picnic on a sunny day

a dog person, especially smaller dogs

listens to penelope scott and mitski

likes to listen to music on vinyl records

favorite flower is lily of the valley

wants to learn french

loves art museums and studying art history

wears almond shaped acrylic nails

favorite animals are deer and butterflies

favorite movies are girl interrupted, the virgin suicides, gone girl, and jennifer’s body

loves cheesecake, especially the blueberry kind

reads sylvia plath poems every night before bed

Yuri:

wants to study abroad in london

prefers dark chocolate over milk

favorite pocky flavor is matcha green tea

favorite bubble tea flavor is purple taro

spends so much time doing her eyeliner every morning trying to get her wings to match perfectly

has definitely tried slam poetry at some point

listens to black veil brides and my chemical romance

thinks snakes are really cool and wants one as a pet really bad

collects fancy stationary

is addicted to perfume, her favorite scents are jasmine and vanilla

wants to learn the cello

is subscribed to watcher on youtube

listens to true crime podcasts

falls asleep to asmr videos

her favorite movies are all of the tim burton ones, especially corpse bride

has an intense hair care routine

Natsuki:

went through an ouran high school host club phase, she won’t admit it but her favorite host is tamaki

has a full gaming pc setup… pink cat ear headphones and everything

a twitch streamer

listens to hatsune miku

plays cooking mama

convinced all of them to go to a cat cafe

collects sanrio merchandise (her fav is my melody)

loves sailor moon, her favorite scout is definitely sailor mars

wants to cosplay but is too nervous

a crystal collector, has an altar full of rose quartz

HATES exercise

collects keychains and pins of her favorite characters

loves buying cute socks with fun patterns

writes fan fiction on tumblr and actually has a lot of followers

is obsessed with strawberries

Sayori:

prefers pancakes over waffles

has a squishmallow addiction

plays animal crossing

always plays as baby peach in mario kart

favorite cereal is fruity pebbles

only orders hot chocolate at coffee shops

wants rainbow sprinkles every time she eats ice cream

is a huge kpop stan, definitely stans twice and collects their photocards. her bias is probably sana or nayeon

loves christmas and carefully planned out the perfect presents to give the girls, also organized a christmas party for all of them

cuts her own hair

wears a lot of blush and collects different brands, especially ones with cute packaging

ALSO collects sanrio merchandise, but her fav is cinnamoroll

loves studio ghibli movies! especially my neighbor totoro and kiki’s delivery service

drinks chocolate milk with every meal

#doki doki literature girls #doki doki literature club #ddlc plus #ddlc headcanons #monika headcanons #monika ddlc #yuri headcanons #yuri ddlc #natsuki headcanons #natsuki ddlc #sayori headcanons #sayori ddlc

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moodmother · 6 months

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Endless Pancakes - I

Along with the bacon and coffee comes a plate of four pancakes. Jen tucks in happily, and is perfectly satisfied. The bacon is both chewy and crisp, the coffee is fresh, and the pancakes do--just as she had anticipated--hit the spot.

Checking her watch, she sees that it is later than she thought. She has a meeting with a major prospect in just an hour.

"Can I just get the check?" Jen asks. "I gotta run."

"Well, it'd be four-fifty for the bacon and coffee." The waitress plunks another plate of pancakes in front of Jen. "But no, you don't."

"What're you--I don't--" Jen sputters, but she realizes that she has grasped her fork again. She is quite full. But nonetheless she watches herself, baffled, as she digs into the second plate of pancakes. She spreads on a generous smear of butter; pours over the cloying, satisfyingly artificial syrup; and resolutely devours the stack.

Now she is very full. And she is going to be late.

"Okay, I really--"

Another plate of pancakes appears.

"No...." Jen groans. To no one, to herself. Despite her confusion--and growing fear--she moves as if under a spell. Bite by bite, at a steady robotic pace, she eats the third stack of pancakes.

As she swallows the last forkful, her phone vibrates. The prospect, wondering where she is.

After gulping a mouthful from the water glass that has been kept full beside her, Jen answers desperately. Her first impulse is to say Help me. Instead, she stammers something about breakfast and a diner.

"Oh, that little place on Route One?" The prospect's voice brightens. "What a great idea. I'll come meet you there." Before Jen can say anything else, he hangs up.

Jen feels full to the gills now, painfully stuffed. She manages to tear herself out of the booth, but instead of running to the door she finds herself stumbling to the bathroom.

Gasping on the toilet, Jen wants to cry but pulls herself together. She tries to take stock of the situation. She is crammed full of food--mostly pancakes--and her belly is bloated and groaning. She manages to piss, but she doesn't feel the need to shit, and she isn't nauseous. In fact, somehow, she feels as though she couldn't vomit if she tried.

Her shirt and blazer have already gotten tight, but she has the creeping sensation that--right now at this very moment--they are getting tighter. Her stomach gurgles, and she feels just a little bit less full, less painful.

Oh no....

Leaning over the sink, she splashes cold water on her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thinks--is she imagining it?--that she looks slightly...fatter. Fuller in the face.

Jen's eyes prickle. Her chest tightens. I have to get out of here! She resolves to make a run for it.

...but as she staggers out of the bathroom, instead of making a beeline for the exit--and it's right there!--she finds herself sliding back into her booth. And there on the table is a fresh stack of pancakes.

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The prospect arrives as Jen is mid-stack, her eyes streaming tears as she mechanically crams each gooey bite into her mouth.

"Mmmf," Jen moans miserably. She is painfully full again, her belly stuffed round and firm. She can feel and even hear the seams of her blazer and pants straining.

"Oh, uh, Jennifer, I--"

The waitress is suddenly hovering over them. "She ordered the Endless Pancakes," she explains.

"Oooooh." The prospect nods as if he completely understands this. "I see. Certainly an...interesting choice! I think I'll just have an omelette, myself." He leans down toward Jen and says, more quietly, "I understand you have...another commitment now, but it was nice to meet you. I'm happy to call your office and let them know."

No, Jen wants to plead, help me. But it just comes out as "Npfh." And he is already making his way over to the counter to enjoy his own brunch.

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#xwg #extreme weight gain #weight gain fiction #body expansion #body growth #extreme fattening #forced fattening #moodmother

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pennys-thick-thighs · 2 years

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ASGARDIAN | JENNIFER WALTERS

warnings: reader is taller than jen, they/them pronouns are used, use of y/n (im sorry, i forgot to write it in second person)

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jennifer didn’t exactly know what she was getting herself into when she told bruce she’d let his asgardian friend stay with her for a few weeks. she assumed that y/n would know the basics of earth, which they did, but she didn’t realise that the space-woman would find the smallest things to be absolutely baffling. jen had spent over an hour explaining what a blender was because it scared them when she tried to make soup.

everything was going fairly smoothly and they enjoyed one another’s company, but jen didn’t know that they were completely infactuated by her.

since jen had started to go on dates, however, y/n spent less time in the flat with her but not a lot of the dates would ever stay over after she realised they were only interested in learning about gamma rays and super-strength. one man though had slept with jen and stayed over, y/n unknowing as they got home late from shopping. they’d spent a lot of their time working out how to get out of a revolving door.

knowing jen was sleeping, y/n started to make breakfast for them both, having perfected a pancake recipe. they even made fresh orange juice for her, despite hating it and preferring apple juice. as y/n was placing a second pancake on what would be jen’s plate, they heard a yawn and turned to see jen walking out of her bedroom, wearing one of their t-shirts which was loosely hanging off her frame.

“morning.” jen smiled, a little happier than she usually was when she woke up.

“hello.” the asgardian returned, placing pancakes in front of her with a glass of orange juice. “i tried to get the bits out, but… it’s a lot harder than you make it look.”

“it’s perfect, don’t worry.” jen smiled, sipping the juice and giving them a slightly exaggerated hum of approval before she turned to take her pancakes onto the sofa as y/n ducked their head down to hide the grin on their face. jen got a text from nikki suddenly and turned on the tv, following her friends orders.

“supporters of the fire titania movement are celebrating today as the super-powered influencer has been cleared of all charges…”

“boo.” jen mumbled as y/n moved to join her in the living room.

“-relating to an earlier incident at the metropolitan courthouse.”

“um, who are you?” a male voice asked and y/n looked the man up and down, clear confusion on their face. the man also seemed confused at the tall person stood next to jen.

“um, jen.” the short woman answered with a smile and a shrug. “just not in hulk form. just jen.” she laughed nervously, which only added to y/n’a confusion. why should she be nervous?

“oh. um… cool. cool.” he said, clearly disappointed.

“yeah.” jen nodded.

“that’s cool. unexpected.” he added.

“i can make more breakfast.” y/n said, already walking back to the kitchen, although they frowned when jen couldn’t see their face.

“yeah, i’m gonna go.” he replied awkwardly and jen’s face dropped. “and don’t worry about the sweater.”

jen looked to her side, mumbling, “whatever. hot doctor’s a cliche, anyway.”

“who are you talking to? is he still there?” y/n asked, coming back to jen’s side.

“um, no, just myself.” jen answered.

“oh. i thought you looked to your side. perhaps i saw wrong.” y/n shrugged and jen hummed quietly, saddened. “are you sad? about him leaving?”

“i just thought he wouldn’t be that disappointed. i mean, it’s obvious that i’d turn back into a normal human, isn’t it?” jen scoffed.

“yes.” y/n nodded firmly. “he does not know what he is missing.”

“that’s sweet of you.” jen smiled widely to herself, not sure why her cheeks were slightly warmer.

“it is true.” y/n stated brightly as they both sat down. “can we watch the puppets?”

“the muppets? yeah.”

days after having gone on the failed date, jen seemed to be happier again, forgetting about that pointless excuse of a man. y/n was no closer to losing their feelings for jen, they just wished jen would reciprocate those feelings.

during the middle of the night, jen got up to get herself a drink when she heard a faint mumbling coming from y/n’s room. assuming they were only sleep talking, she went to go back to her own room but they suddenly yelled out a pained ‘no!’ which took the lawyer by surprise. she placed her glass down and pushed open the door to the asgardian’s room, seeing them twisting around in the bed sheets, face scrunched in pain.

bruce had warned jen that they would potentially have nightmares/flashback and had in the past but since y/n had started staying in her flat, they hadn’t had one. rushing to their side, jen started to shake them gently, mumbling their name softly until they sat up sharply, breathing heavily, eyes wide and alert. sitting down on the side of their bed, jen cupped their cheeks and made them focus on her.

“jenny?” they asked, clearly frightened of whatever they were dreaming about.

“you’re okay.” jen assured and y/n’s shaking hands reached up to hold onto her wrists lightly, nodding as they swallowed thickly. “you’re not in… where ever you were anymore, okay?”

“yes.” y/n nodded, their breathing calming slightly. once the panic had drained from their eyes, jen let go of their face but stayed close to them, worried. “sorry for waking you.”

“you didn’t wake me, i was dying from my lack of water.” jen smiled and y/n shuffled over on the bed so she could sit down.

“i said you needed to drink more at work, jen.” they said softly. “you will get a headache.”

“i know! i keep forgetting, i’ve have lots of paperwork recently.” jen said before gently intertwining her fingers with the asgardian’s. “wanna talk about it? your nightmare.”

“it was not a nightmare, more of a bad memory.” y/n muttered, averting their eyes from jen’s.

“bruce mentioned how asgard was destroyed.” jen hummed lightly.

they shook their head, thumb running over jen’s knuckles, “no. well, yes, it was destroyed horribly, but losing the actual planet didn’t matter. the memory was of a battle. it all went well, but i got caught during the middle of the battle. they tortured me for a few hours, but i got out with help.”

“jesus, that’s awful.” jen stated and y/n chuckled with a small nod.

“it is fine, though. i got out, no need for me to cry about it any longer.” they replied, forcing a smile for jen who didn’t believe it even slightly.

“you’re allowed to be upset by being tortured in the past.” jen stated. “in fact, i’d expect it to be worse than it has been.”

“i suppose, but there is no use holding onto the past.” they shrugged simply. “i have to just let it go.”

“not if it’s still upsetting you. hey, sometimes i get upset about when i fell in front of a bunch of people and that was years ago.” jen smiled making them laugh lightly.

a small silence passed them and y/n hesitantly spoke up again, “would you mind sleeping in here with me? or just for a moment? i do not want to make you uncomfortable.”

“yeah, that’s fine.” jen nodded and pulled herself under the covers with them.

the pair of them lay down and jen couldn’t help but grin wider when she felt y/n arm curl around her abdomen, her back pressed to their front. with the comfort of jen in their arms, y/n fell asleep not long after they had lay down and with warmth coming from the asgardian behind her, jen was asleep too, only minutes later.

the next morning, y/n was the first to wake up from the sun coming through the blinds. in the night, jen had rolled over, her face laying on their chest. smiling, y/n lifted a hand to play gently with jen’s curls, feeling the woman hum happily in her sleep, her fingers holding onto the waistband of their shorts. deciding against getting up and risking waking up jen, they stayed there, playing with the lawyers hair, which only lulled her into a deeper sleep.

when jen woke up, she didn’t move away from y/n. checking if they were awake. she found them just staring at her so smiled sleepily, “you’re so creepy, i hope you know that.”

y/n frowned and looked away, choosing to look at the window, “sorry. i did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“no, no, i was only joking.” jen assured; the asgardian sometimes had trouble with sarcasm.

“oh, okay then.” y/n said in relief and looked back down at her.

“what time is it?” jen questioned, leaning back on their chest.

“i am not sure. i have not checked.” y/n said.

“how long have you been awake?” jen asked.

“an hour or so.” y/n replied.

jen looked back up at them, “and you haven’t moved at all for an hour?”

“i did not want to wake you, jen.” y/n smiled and jen smiled back with a light blush. “i will make you breakfast now!”

“no, stay here.” jen denied, pulling them closer when they tried to get out of bed.

“okay.” they agreed easily.

jen shuffled up the pillow to make herself level with y/n and her eyes caught their lips. softly, jen pressed her lips to theirs, feeling them still against her in shock before the kiss was returned gently. y/n hand pressed to her cheek lovingly as their eyes closed and they kissed jen back, not even slightly over the fact she was kissing them.

the kiss grew slightly heated, y/n tracing their tongue over jen’s bottom lip before her mouth opened slightly, allowing them to make out properly. jen threw a leg over their hips, straddling them as y/n’s hand moved to gently pull at the woman’s hair, making her moan quietly into the kiss. jen was suddenly extremely thankful that bruce had to leave his hut on the beach for a while.

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i may do a part two with smut if anyone reads this lmao

also, how tf do you make this so it splits. where you have to click on something to get the full fic but you don’t leave the app? i can’t explain shit, hopefully someone understands me-

#jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters #marvel #marvel x reader #asgard #asgardian #asgardian!reader

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