#joe mazzello x oc

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special victims unit | borhap cast x female!oc - chapter three

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York’s most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, lots of talk of conditions, mentions of death, mentions of underage acts, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 4.3k

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It had been another long day, cases replaced by paperwork as Astrid sighed, putting her pen down and closing the folder. She had finally found the time to sit and sign casefiles given to her earlier in the day, and it was only 2 in the morning. The phone on the desk pinged, as she picked it up, smiling.

'You done, beautiful? Need a ride?'

Shaking her head, she smiled before texting back.

'I'm okay, I'll be home soon, promise'

Her office phone rang, as she turned and picked it up. "Morrison."

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. I'll send you the address, we're heading to the apartment right now."

"I'll be there in 10." hanging up the phone, she grabbed her bag, badge, gun, and phone in hand as she locked up the office and headed out.

Driving over to the address texted to her, she contemplated wether or not she should let her partner know that she wouldn't be home just yet. He knows already, he probably heard the call too.

Arriving at the residence, she was greeted with a couple squad cars, as Lucy walked out of the house.

"Lieutenant, she's inside."

"What do we have?" Astrid asked as she walked alongside Lucy, up the steps.

"Victim's name is Kristi, she was raped by her sister's boyfriend. She was asleep on the couch when she woke up to him on top of her. He was aggressive, she broke a glass over his head to get him off her and locked herself in the bathroom."

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. "What's his story?"

"Actually, we were waiting for you," Lucy said as she sighed, "Figured you might want to talk to him."

Heading inside, Lucy directed her to the closed-off room, where the other victim was, bandage on his forehead and dried blood on his face. Ben was there already, looking up and nodding at her, before turning his attention back to him. 

"So, Dan, do you want to tell us what happened?" Ben asked him as he sat hunched down, head in his hands.

He shook his head.

"It's quite a mess you've made here, Dan." Astrid spoke up, crossing her arms, "Where's Rachel?"

He spoke up, "I don't remember."

Ben sighed, "Conk on the head give you amnesia? There's no way you forgot raping your girlfriend's little sister."

He looked up quickly, confusion furrowed on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Astrid frowned, "Maybe the precinct will jog your memory."

Ben leaned down and grabbed Dan's arm, pulling him up from where he was sitting as he looked between the two. "Look, you're not gonna believe me if I tell you."

She tilted her head, "Why don't you try us?"

"I did it in my sleep."

Astrid's eyes widened, as she looked at Ben. His hand still on the suspect's arm, he gave him a t-shirt to wear, before taking him outside and into one of the cars. 

"That's a new one." he sighed as Astrid nodded, "You ever heard that one before?"

She nodded, "Heard of it, never experienced it before."

Calling Lucy down, she walked with the victim Kristi, guiding her into another car as they all headed down to the precinct. It was still early in the morning, the time now nearing 3am as Astrid grabbed her phone, placing a coffee order for everyone.

As they all pulled into the precinct, Joe met up with them, having called Kristi's father, who was now waiting in the conference room. Ben walked with Dan, escorting him into an interrogation room as Lucy walked Kristi in with her father, who awaited her with open arms.

Ben grabbed the folder Joe reached out to him as Rami walked in with him, both of them ready to question Dan. Ben dropped the folder on the table as Rami opened it, grabbing Rachel's picture and showing it to Dan.

"So, what'd you do with Rachel?" he stayed quiet as Rami continued, "You forget, or you sleepwalk her into a dumpster?"

Dan looked up, "I-I swear I don't remember a thin-"

"Maybe you got into a fight, huh?" Ben began, as he circled Dan, "Get in a fight, get out of hand. Kill her, dump her body."

Dan shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Then you had to get rid of Kristi before she could-"

"No!" Dan exclaimed as he paused, "You don't understand. Okay, I have this condition."

Rami paused as he looked back, hearing the door open and noticing a woman standing at the entrance, "And I have a headache." he stood upright, as he turned to face her, "You his lawyer?"

She smiled, "Anna Bentley. My client suffers from Arousal Parasomnia." Ben cocked an eyebrow at her words as she frowned, "It's a real disorder. He had sexual intercourse with Kristi McGarrett while he was asleep."

Dan spoke up, "Look, Rachel knows about my condition, okay? She loves it, okay? She says when I'm asleep, it's the best sex she's ever had."

Astrid stood outside the interview rooms, watching as Rami and Ben led Anna, Dan's lawyer, over to the table, pulling up a chair for her to sit in. She turned and walked over to the other window, where Lucy and Joe were interviewing and getting Kristi's statement.

"He was so violent," she sighed, looking down at her water cup, "He was grunting and panting like an animal."

Joe frowned, "How long have you known him?"

"I met him for the first time yesterday at the train station when he and Rachel picked me up," Kristi sniffled as Lucy nudged the box of tissues closer to Krisi, her hand coming up to grab one. "Thanks."

"So you're visiting?" Lucy asked, nodding at her acknowledgement as Kristi only frowned.

"From Boston, I came here to look at colleges." Wiping tears from her eyes, she breathed in shakily, "She told me that she was in love with him. How could he do this to me?"

Astrid sighed, wringing her hands together as she walked over once more to listen to Dan, noticing the tension in the shoulders of her detectives.

"Now, if Rachel's so hot for you when you're, uh, sleep sexting, why'd you rape Kristi?" Rami frowned, looking at Dan as he turned away angrily.

"Rachel must've already been gone."

"Well, yeah because you got rid of her." Ben interjected as Dan looked at him. "That's where the blood in the bedroom came from."

"No!" Dan screamed, "Look, I woke up after Kristi cut me with the glass. When I went in the bedroom to tell Rachel, she wasn't there!"

His lawyer sighed, "You can't arrest my client for a rape he didn't know he was commiting."

She knocked on the glass, as her two detectives walked out, leaving Dan with his lawyer, as she began giving him encouraging statements.

Gwilym was standing outside next to her as Ben and Rami sighed. "Seems like this isn't good news."

He only shook his head. "She's right, we can't charge him with the rape."

Rami shook his head, "If it looks like a rape and acts like a rape-"

"It is a rape. Unless the accused isn't conscious of what his body's doing." Gwilym finished, as everyone groaned, "It's like a sleeping mother who rolls over on her baby. Her body did it, but her mind wasn't aware of it."

Lucy and Joe had joined them as she interjected, clear confusion and anger in her voice. "Well, it still doesn't explain what happened to Rachel."

Neither of them had noticed that Dr. Palmer had joined them, having heard about the case and knowing the rarity of it, she had wanted to know a little more about what they were working with. "Actually, I think it does. When a patient with sexomnia has an episode, he or she will seek sex with whoever's available. I think that he raped Kristi becuase Rachel was already gone."

Ben sighed, "I gotta tell you, it sounds like a cover up for killing Rachel and dumping her body."

"There's never been a case of sexomnia linked to a homicide." Gwilym crossed his arms.

Rami crossed his as well as he looked at everyone around, "So you're telling me there's no connection between Dan attacking Kirsti and Rachel's disappearance."

Dr. Palmer sighed and shook her head, "If she's in love with him, I doubt she'd leave in the middle of the night. I think Rachel was kidnapped."

-

Astrid walked alongside Kristi through the hallways to the main bullpen, as Kristi wrapped her arms around herself. "Did your sister ever mention anyone bothering her? Giving her the creeps?"

Kristi shook her head, as they rounded a corner, "No, Rachel would've told me."

As they reached the main bullpen, they came face to face with Ben and Dan, as he reached for her indistinctively. "Kristi, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you!" 

Ben reached for his arm as Astrid pulled her away and in another direction, "Shut up! Nothing you say will bring my sister home!"

In the heat of the moment, neither the Lieutentant nor the detective noticed Kristi and Rachel's father sitting on the plastic chairs, as he had waited for them to finish their statements. He approached quickly at the sound of his daughter's loud voice, his protectiveness kicking in.

"Kristi! Kristi, is this the guy?" she nodded and acknowledged her father's statement as he lunged at Dan, anger and hatred in his eyes.

His arm swung back and toward him as Dan fell to the ground, Kristi's father swinging once as Ben wrapped his arms aorund him, pulling him up and away from their suspect.

"Back off, back off!" he yelled as Kristi's father grunted and snarled, wanting to get close to Dan to hurt him more than he just got the chance to.

Astrid took his arms and made him look at her as she emphasized how he was feeling, "Mr. McGarett, I understand that you're upset-"

"What do you expect me to do? He took my daughter!"

"We don't think that he's involved."

"What do you mean?" he looked flabbergasted as she let go of his arms, "He raped Kristi, what are you going to do about that?"

She sighed, as Ben took Dan away from them, "There's nothing we can do. He has a medical condition that made him unaware of his actions. Because of that, the law says that we can't charge him."

He sighed, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his face, in an attempt to soothe the anger seething from his pores. "This is a nightmare."

"I promise you, we are working around the clock to find your daughter."

"Good!" he seethed at her, "Because all you've managed to do is hide behind the law! I don't want to hear excuses! Find my daughter!"

He walked off, grabbing Kristi as they headed out, leaving Astrid standing by the corridor, Ben now at her side as the rest of the detectives watched on, concern etched on their faces.

"You okay?" she nodded, letting go a sigh she didn't realize she had been holding.

Walking over to the bullpen where everyone else was waiting, she turned to Lucy, "Did you get anything from the crime lab?"

She tilted her head, and nodded, "They actually just called me. Want me to head over?"

Astrid nodded, as she instructed for Joe to accompany her. They needed to get this case cleared as soon as possible, she didn't want any more casualties.

Not again.

-

Walking into the crime lab, Joe and Lucy were greeted with the tech Lu, as she crossed her arms, "Ready?"

"What do you have for us?"

"I took a hair from a brush in Rachel's room, typed her DNA and then compared it to the blood on the scene." guiding them over to a light on the wall, she flicked the switch, the film showing the strands of DNA from the test. "DNA on the left is from Rachel's, the one on the right from the scene."

Joe sighed, "They don't match."

Lu nodded and reached behind Joe for another piece of film that had been laying on her desk, "But this does." she placed it up against the light, "It's DNA from a blood sample Dan gave when he participated in a parasomnia study at Hudson Med School."

Lucy crossed her arms, as confusion was etched across her features, nothing making sense. "So Dan told the truth then. He bled all over the bedroom when he went to look for Rachel. At least we know that Rachel wasn't hurt badly."

Joe's phone pinged as Lu continued, "Well, that's all we know for now. Whoever took her didn't leave a shred of forensic evidence." she walked over to her computer and began typing, as Joe opened up his phone to a notification from the Lieutenant.

"I'm getting a text from the Lieutenant, she wants me to turn on Channel 4. Do you mind?"

Lu nodded as she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television hooked to the wall, as all three walked over to watch. On the screen was Rachel and Kristi's father, as he adressed the media.

'Last night, one of my daughters was raped. The incompetent detectives at Manhattan's Special Victims Unit refused to charge her attacker. And if this tragedy isn't horrible enough, my daughter Rachel was abducted from her bed.'

On the screen, a picture of Rachel appeared, as the tagline underneath read 'Rachel McGarrett'

'We're reaching out to the public for help. My family is offering a 50 thousand dollar reward for any tip leading to Rachel's safe return. If you have information, please call Manhattan SVU's tip line.'

Joe and Lucy headed out, thanking Lu for her hard work and promising to follow up if she had anything else. Heading back to the precinct, they regrouped at the bullpen, where everyone was on any available phone, the lines ringing like crazy as everyone scrambled to answer tips.

"Lieutenant, woman claims she saw Rachel eating a chili dog in Times Square. Wants the fifty grand in twenties and tens." Rami sighed as he put the phone down, Astrid only shaking her head.

"Reward offer brings out all kinds of crazy," Astrid breathed out, as she turned to Lucy, who was on a phone and had finished a call.

"One bogus lead after the next." she handed some cards to a fellow detective perched on her desk, "Follow those two."

He nodded and walked off as Joe called everyone over. "Maybe not! I got something, friend of Rachel's. You still there, Ginger?"

The speaker on the phone crackled as the voice talked, "Yes."

"Tell the detectives what you just told me."

"I think Rachel is in another Youniverse."

All of them exchanged confused glances as Ginger gave them her address, inviting them over to show a preview of the game mentioned. Astrid gave Ben a nod as they both headed out, leaving the rest to scramble over more tips.

"Another Youniverse is a virtual reality game. Rachel and I play online all the time," she guided them over to her monitor, as the game was loaded on the screen. "We each have avatars, mine is Tawny Coppercuffs. They are basically alter egos, we each have our own homepages, video clips, game diary, anything you can do in the real world, you can do here too."

"Does Rachel have an avatar name?" Astrid leaned down to look at the monitor.

"Yes, Vixy Platinum."

"Why do your names sound like strippers?" Ben questioned her as she shrugged.

"That's because you're close. We own virtual sex clubs. We use AY to explore our fantasies."

Ben and Astrid shared a look, as she turned to Ginger. "How do avatars have sex?"

"Same way as humans do, only in A.Y. it's just animated." she sighed, "Look, it may look illegal and odd, but it's fantasy and not a crime. We weren't hurting anyone or doing anything illegal."

Astrid nodded, "You weren't hurting anyone, but Rachel may have gotten hurt."

Sighing, Ginger nodded and apologized, before bringing up Rachel's club on the monitor. "She's supposed to be performing today at 2pm, but because she never showed, everyone is worried. All these people standing outside are fans of Vixy, and they've been waiting for her."

"So, all these people outside her club are stand-ins for real people?"

"Yep," Ginger nodded, "Her avatar is 14, hence the pigtails and the name of her club."

The disbelief displayed on both their faces was clear as day, as Ginger shrugged, letting them know she would be looking in and call them if she found anything else. Thanking her, they headed out of her loft, they chatted, both comparing theories on what could have happened to Rachel, and why would such a person go to the lengths of tracking someone virtually. Coming up with no leads, they headed to the bullpen, where everyone was waiting, pictures displayed on the board and the computer loaded up.

"Rachel McGarrett leads a double life," Joe began, "Art student in the real world, fourteen year old hooker in the game."

Astrid and Joe bounced back ideas, Lucy stepping in every once in a while to give her two cents as Rami walked over with a piece of paper in hand, catching everyone's attention.

"The game has it's own sherriff. Erik Winton." he showed the paper to Astrid, who nodded, "He designed the game, which means he will have access to all the avatar's personal information."

"Both of you go, talk to Erik and find out if he can give you any information." Astrid pointed at Joe and Rami, both of them leaving to find and talk to Erik, someone who was more than happy to give them all the information they needed, without a search warrant.

"We have five million players in A.Y. We don't tend to follow all of them around, since we based the game on freedom and desires, so when this happens, we try to shut it down as quickly as possible." Erik's accent was thick, as he motioned with his hands while walking over to the big monitor in his office, cameras from the game displayed on the screen.

"We were thinking one of your player's desire got a little out of control," Ben said as they leaned down to his computer. "We'd appreciate it if you played Big Brother, tell us who Vixy's customers are."

He nodded, typing on his computer as he pulled up her profile, the same one Ben had seen earlier on Ginger's monitor. "This is the club, which is empty now but only because they've moved on. But I can pull a screencap of the time you're talking about."

The characters appeared on the screen as Joe pointed, "These guys are Vixy's regulars?"

Erik nodded, "They live around the world. Berlin, Denver, Tel Aviv, Long Beach."

"How do they communicate with her? Chat windows? Email?"

"No," Erik shook his head, before pulling up her blog, "She writes a blog and they read it. Every avatar keeps one, even though no one really uses theirs."

"Hey look," Ben pointed, noticing the latest entry was a couple hours before her abduction, "There's one there written before she disappeared. It's called Stalker."

"Let's listen." Erik pressed a key before Rachel's avatar came up on the full monitor, her voice echoing through the speakers.

I'm being stalked. Had to ban this scumbag from my club a few days ago. And that's when things got bad. I'm worried my A.Y. stalker has gone real world. Last night, I saw a shadow move, I heard footsteps behind me. To all you girls running clubs, watch out for this creep. His avatar's name is Wit Billions.

They sighed, all three sharing glances as Erik went back to his laptop, typing and looking at her profile. "I scanned her account data. Turns out there was only one regular customer not present at today's vigil."

"Let me guess," Ben and Joe sighed, "Wit Billions."

The screen pulled up the profile for the avatar, as they noticed it's unusual getup. "The Executioner, his real name is Tobin Williams, address right here in the city."

-

After an odd and confusing interrogation, which left them with more questions than answers, they redirected their attention at the creator of the game once more, wanting to check if he had any partners or had been talking to someone through the game.

"The avatar interaction grid allows me to scan for every meeting between avatars in A.Y." he motioned to the screen as they watched, "If I set the filter to the most interactions, we come down to only two avatars. Vixy Platnium and Smarty Culottes."

"Smarty's gotta be his partner." pulling up his profile, they noticed the interations were frequent, as they got the information from the creator as to who the person was.

Tracking him down, they found the location to be a quaint bookstore, with only two employees: the owner and the young receptionist. Talking to the younger boy, they determined that not only did he not know who was behind Vixy's account, but he was confused as to why one of his clients was in the game. Once again, their discovery led to more questions than answers as they began probing into the game, only to find out that the owner of the bookstore had also become an avid fan of the game, even going as far as to create and invest his own money into the game.

As they searched his apartment, they found obvious signs of him leaving, but also an interesting photo on the wall. On a beautiful oak frame, they found a picture of a young girl wearing a white button up shirt tied at her waist, and her hair in pigtails.

"Lieutenant, doesn't this look familiar?" Lucy motioned to the picture as Astrid grabbed the photo of Rachel out of her pocket.

"Yes," she turned the picture around as Lucy frowned and shook her head.

Lu, the lab technitian had accompanied them as she groaned in disgust, "It's too close not to be the same girl. If that's Rachel's avatar, then who's the girl in the picture?"

Lucy reached up to the frame, as she pulled it off the wall, turning it around to uncover a piece of paper taped to the back. "It's a list. Buy meds, transfer five thousand A.Y. funds."

Lu walked over alongside Astrid as the lieutenant pulled out her phone, "J.T. 718-555-0108." Dialing the number, she was met with an automated voice. "Jepsen-Taylor Realty, how may I direct your call?"

They both exchanged glances as she began to relay information to the woman on the other end of the line, hoping that maybe she could give them some information. After some back and forth, they were given an address, where they met her with a key to a storage facility. She mentioned that he had only done communication via mail and phone calls, never meeting in person. Yet, when she opened the locker and tilted her head, she remembered him relaying information about wanting  a secluded cabin in the woods, which she had found odd at the time.

Going inside, they found Rachel tied to a bed, medicine bottles next to her as she was gagged and blindfolded, her pulse thready and slow. As they untangled her from the mess of ties, they heard the rumble of a car engine, as the owner ran off, evading the detectives once more. Exaserpated and annoyed, they called an ambulance, as it picked up Rachel, before they followed behind, wanting to make sure the young girl was okay.

As they headed to the hospital, they got the chance to speak with her for a few minutes, as they wished her a speedy recovery and promised they would find the guy, before parting ways and heading back to the precinct.

"Lieutenant!" Rami called out as Astrid walked out of her office, phone in hand, "Doctor called, the rape kit was negative. Cooper must have used a condom."

"Were there any prints at the warehouse?" she asked as they walked over to where Lucy and Joe were, as they compared notes.

"No, but Joe did get Cooper's information from the DMV." Lucy said as she pulled up the information he got on the monitor, all of them scanning the document displayed on the screen. "He matched the prints from the DMV to the ones in his apartment and another alias showed up, which so happens to be Cooper's real name: Gregory Searle."

"What? So he just changes his whole name and identity?" Ben asked as he crossed his arms.

"Twenty-five years ago he did time at Green Haven in Duchess County."

"For rape?" Rami interjected as he shook his head.

"Kidnapping. Fifteen year old girl named Lauren Molby. Seen her before?" he held up a picture of the victim, as Lucy gasped.

"That's the girl from the picture in Cooper's apartment."

"So, Cooper decided to relive the glory of his old crime in virtual reality."

Astrid sighed and patted their backs, "Well let's find him before he decides to take another innocent girl."

-

After hours of searching and going back to Erik's apartment, they finally found Cooper, only to let him go minutes after stopping him. They were disappointed, but determined to find out the truth. As they remembered the cabin Rachel had mentioned, they went over to the hospital to ask her more questions, only to be approached by her doctor, with bad news.

"I'm so sorry, but Rachel passed away."

Joe and Ben looked surprised. "What? You told us she was going to make it."

"She suffered a heart attack. I'm sorry."

Joe turned back, and dialed Astrid, as he relayed the bad news.

Well, maybe Erik can help.

Lucy and Astrid drove over to the headquarters once more, as they managed to convince Erik to reveal the lake where Cooper had bought land in the game, that which resembled Twin Island Lakes outside Pine Planes. As Astrid phoned Joe and Rami, who were on the way, Ben meanwhile was following behind Cooper, who was now headed to the airport. Not knowing the exact location of the cabin, he urged Erik to reveal and change the time in the game to daytime, hoping the shadow will reveal the location of the cabin.

Soon enough, they received the information, relaying it to Rami who headed in that direction, a dozen other detectives behind them as they found themselves in front of the cabin. The door opened slowly, as a shotgun appeared between the gap, the officers behind Rami and Joe aiming their guns, ready to fight back.

"Stop right there!" the voice yelled out as Rami raised his hands. "This is private property!"

"This is Gregory Searle's cabin. Who are you?" Rami spoke up as she lowered the shotgun, opening the door and revealing her full figure.

"I'm Lauren," she looked around, eyes brimmed with tears, "Where's Gregory? Is he with you? I've been waiting," she breathed out, tears falling from her eyes, "For twenty five years."

"Lieutenant, we found the cabin."

Search it!

"No need. Lauren's alive."

-

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The acceleration

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 , 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

Is a flash x marvel fanfic , in this story [ the main oc Matt Murdock, his name is Lucas Murdock]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 , 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 7 , 2014 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 , I will be taking certain episodes, and spinning them in my view

Lucas Murdock moved to central city to get ahead on life , but man did he not see this coming,

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Barry Allen

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Caitlin Snow

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Cisco Ramon

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Harrison Wells

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The only character I owned is Lucas I own his concept not the face claim of him

You'll find more about him through the chapter

He works as a intern for Harrison wells .

#the flash #male original character #barry allen #male x male #DaredevilSon #the flash fanfiction

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

Despite thinking long and hard, you weren’t able to answer the question “what you like the most about yourself,” because the truth was, there wasn’t such a thing. You hated your looks and your personality and your insecurity and… well, everything. The only good thing you found in your life was your relationship with Joe. He was a great boyfriend, very patient and understanding, but also loving and gentle. You loved spending your time with him – that is of course until the insecurity kicks in and ruin all the fun for you. You looked at him – a handsome, attractive man with a great sense of humor and amazing personality – and you couldn’t believe you dated him. But what you couldn’t believe even more, is why he dated you. In your opinion, he could’ve had any girl. He was charming, interesting and famous. There wasn’t a bad quality about him that you knew about. And yet he chose you, a “walking disaster,” as you liked to call yourself. And from that insecurity (and only from it, because Joe gave you no reason to think that) stem the idea that he will soon realize how bad you are, and how much better he can do, and he will leave you. So to save yourself some of the pain, you slowly started to distance yourself from him to make it easier later. It didn’t escape his attention.

You were sitting on a couch, watching a movie, but it wasn’t the usual scenario. Before, you would be snuggling to him and he would be petting your back. Right now, you were sitting at a distance, focusing on the movie instead of your boyfriend. He noticed.

“Y/N?” He looked at you concerned. “Did something happen?” He knew he had to be careful around you when you were feeling down. You were very fragile and he didn’t want to do anything to accidentally make it worse.

“No, why?” You looked at him for a short while and then came back to watching the movie. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. You didn’t object, but your body was visibly tense.

“Are you sure? You seem a little different tonight,” he, on the other hand, paid no attention to the movie. He was completely focused on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for you either. You missed his touch, but when you finally got it, you felt like you didn’t deserve it, like he should be with someone else right now, someone better than you. So you felt guilty for wasting his time.

“What’s with the distance then? And the sudden urge to watch the movie? We’ve seen it twice already, you never paid much attention to it,” he explained, but in truth, it wasn’t just about tonight. He felt your change of behavior much earlier than that, but for a while he thought it was just a phase that would soon pass.

“Third time’s a charm. I thought since we watched it so many times already, it would be nice to see the full movie at least once, to know what it is about,” he nodded at your answer. It sounded reasonable and you felt even worse about lying now that he believed in it.

He let it go for some time. Later that evening, you were making dinner and he came up to you, hug you from behind and started kissing your neck, as he usually did, to make your cooking a more pleasant experience. Usually you stopped, at least for some time, to enjoy his touch, but tonight you just continued making the meal ignoring his affection. You even moved away, trying to reach some ingredients, without minding his embrace. He stepped back.

“What is it this time?” he asked knowing very well it was never about the movie. He looked at you hurt and disappointed, but more in himself than in you. He hated the fact he couldn’t help you feel better.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just really hungry, want to make the food quickly,” lies again. He didn’t fall for it twice, but he nodded his head, knowing you won’t tell him. You sighed seeing that. You didn’t want your last days together to be like that. You wanted him to have nice memories of you. “Don’t worry, Joey,” you muttered quietly while coming back to cooking. “The next girl will treat you better.”

“What?” he raised his brow, not believing what he just heard. “My next what?”

“Next girlfriend,” you repeated, not looking at him.

“Where did that come from? Why would I want another girlfriend?” he asked, visibly confused. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

“You know, someone who’s worthy of you. Someone… Who isn’t me,” it wasn’t easy to say, but it resonated in your mind for some time now. You believed wholeheartedly that you weren’t good enough for him.  

“If my future girlfriend isn’t you, then I don’t want her,” you smiled under your breath hearing that. It was very sweet of him to say that.

“Joey, we both know you deserve so much better than me. Prettier, skinnier, smarter and funnier,” you said, trying to smile, but it wasn’t easy. “You deserve someone who will make you happy, instead of constantly getting you down. You deserve someone around who you won’t have to mind your words. A relationship in which you can be yourself, unapologetically, without always doing something for the other person.”

“I am unapologetically myself around you. It doesn’t bother me that you feel down sometimes. I mean of course, it’s a problem in a sense I would immediately want to make you feel better and I don’t like when you’re sad, but it’s not a thing that would make me break up with you, ever,” he held your hand to show you he means it.

“Baby, you can have a girl that’s so much prettier than me. And sexier. What about your friend? Or my cousin, you know which one,” you said and he laughed softly.

“Really, girly? You’re going to advertise me other women?” he smiled and pet your cheek. “I don’t want any other type of figure or any other type of beauty. I want your beauty. Why do you think I’m not capable of making my own decisions? I’m pretty grown up actually. I know you and I love what I know. I fell in love with you and not anyone else. And I’m very content with my choice. So let me have what I want, okay?”

“You will soon realize how awful I am and change your mind. Just wait, I know you will. And I don’t want to be around to have my heart broken when that happens,” he sighed hearing that and took his hand away.

“Really? You think I’m so moody that I would break up the happiest relationship I’ve ever had because of a whim? We don’t fight, we have mutual goals and we love each other. Why would anything change if it’s all so good? I like it now, I want to see no changes apart from you being happier and more confident in this relationship, because we… Well, we love each other still, right? I mean, do you love me?”

“Of course I do. I would be a fool not to love you,” you answered.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. I love you, and I want to be with you and you only. You’re perfect for me, no one else is,” he reassured you. You sighed.

“I’m not perfect,” you muttered, and he came to you and hugged you tightly.

“You’re perfect for me. There are girls who have other qualities, maybe they have something that you want, but for me, you’re all I need. You have all the qualities I want in a girlfriend. You say there are skinnier girls? Girls that feel happier more often? Maybe. But at the same time I’m sure they would be annoying, or bossy, or whatever else. They have other qualities, sure. Qualities I don’t need. I chose you with my sane mind. I knew who you are and I chose you. Now I got to know you even better and I would still choose you, every time,” you hugged him tightly and started crying quietly.

“Even if I’m so boring…?” you muttered quietly.

“You’re not boring,” he reassured you, petting your back. “Actually, you’re fascinating to me. I love listening to you, especially when you’re passionate about something. It’s just so entertaining to watch. And I love looking at you, because you’re just my type. You have such a unique type of beauty, it’s so hard to find someone like you. And I found everything I ever needed in you.”

“What if you find someone better?” you didn’t look up saying that.

“Better from perfect? I don’t think so. I don’t know how I can explain that to you in other words, but life is not about being skinny, having perfect hair and clothes. For me relationships aren’t about that. That actress that you like so much? If I were with her you would probably think “that’s what he deserves,” meanwhile I would be suffocating in that relationship. Because she wouldn’t want to spend time with me like we do together, she would have other priorities, she wouldn’t get my sense of humor or whatever else. Your personality is perfect for me. So is your body, but I assume you won’t believe in that yet. But it’s true. So please, don’t push me away. Having this distance between us is a torture, really. Please, let us both be happy. Just be with me, and I’ll try to do anything I can to appreciate you like you should be appreciated. Can you do that for me?” You slowly nodded your head and only then looked him in the eyes. He smiled at you and kissed your lips softly.

“You’re sure you don’t want anyone else?” you asked after the kiss.

“I’m sure. Can you please stop asking me this question? I want you and you only. Did I ever do anything to make you feel otherwise?”

“No…,” you muttered quietly.

“So, please, don’t overthink it. If I had anything new to say to you, I would just say it, I wouldn’t expect you to learn that from some signs I’d give you. Really, I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you break up with me. But please, don’t. I’m crazy about you,” he smiled, petting your cheek. You stood on your toes and kissed him softly. He kissed you back.

“Thank you,” you smiled after the kiss.

“Don’t thank me for that. And come on, you were hungry. We got to finish the meal,” said and this time he actually helped you out, not just by kisses. Although he planted some on your head and shoulder, because without them, it just wouldn’t be the same.

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Lay all your love on me | Part 2

(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)

Warning: Alcohol, anxiety, angst, hungover, languague, mixed feelings, flashbacks. 

W/C: 5k.

Masterlist

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Although you were all exhausted from your last day on set, you were going out and have some fun and celebrate. You needed this. You all needed this. So when Ben suggested to go to a new bar for some drinks all of you enthusiastically agreed, especially because you, Joe and Rami were coming back to the US tomorrow.

Now, you were at your hotel room getting ready for your last night in London. You chose a little black dress with embroidery black sequins all over it, it also had a nice cleavage that left nothing to the imagination. That was your favorite dress, you felt absolutely confident when you wore it. You put on a pair of black high heels, you were almost ready.

Suddenly, you heard a knock from the door and gave a glance to the clock that was hang on the wall. Fuck. You were late and you hadn't done your make-up yet. You weren't used to wearing a lot of make-up, you prefered having a good skincare routine but since you've had eye bags from the exhausting week on set and your skin wasn't helping due to your PMS pimples, you decided to slightly cover them.

You opened the door and Joe was standing there, wearing a white dress shirt, a pair of black jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of black boots. He looked stunning.

"Wow, you look..." You both said at the same time and laughed. You moved your sight to the floor with blushy cheeks.

"Are you ready?" Joe asked while studying you with a curious expression from the door frame.

"Hmm...do we have time?" You played with your hands, nervously. "I mean, I've haven't done my make-up yet, but I promise it won't take more than 5 minutes. Please Joey." You looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him. He chuckled.

Joey. You were the only person who called him like that. You thought that maybe his mother called him like this but no, you were the only one and Joe found it pleasant. He got annoyed when someone who wasn't you used that nickname.

"Okay, you are already pretty but anyway, you can do it, we have like 10 minutes." He checked his watch as he entered the room and sat on your bed.

"Thank you!" You hugged him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He could feel your scent. His heart began to beat hard like a hammer. He swallowed.

You grabbed your makeup bag which was a few inches away from the bed on a table and started to apply your red lipstick quickly. Joe was following every movement. You bent over the table to have a better look of your face in your little mirror to apply concealer and Joe couldn't help but fixate his eyes on your thighs and then, your ass. it wasn't the first time he did it, but that little dress allowed him to have a perfect view of your long legs and he couldn’t resist. 

"I'm ready!" You turned around and faced him, he was silent and pretended to look at the window. "You okay?" You walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

"Y-yes, I was just...thinking about our flight" He lied. You rubbed his hand gently and sat by his side. You'll be the death of him.

"Sure? You look...tense" You said worried.

He nodded. "I'm tired but I not going to stay in bed in our last night in London." He tittered.

"Okay, let's get going!"

~

The bar was overcrowded, something to expect for a bar that opened two weeks ago. There were some tables and chairs lined up against the walls and others were just packed into the middle of the room. It was kinda dark, since the lights were red colored, but it was perfect, you still could see people’s faces. Music from the 70s, 80s and 90s was playing at the background.

As you sat at the table, you could notice that it was full of bottles that Ben and Gwilym had brought, since they were the first of the group to arrive.

“Well, you really want us to celebrate tonight Ben.” You raised an eyebrow while looking at them. Ben giggled. 

“Of course!” He said as he grabbed a glass and poured champagne on it. “Where are Rami and Lucy?” 

“Here!” They shouted from the door and walked towards the table. “What the hell...we’re only six in here. why is the the perfect amount of alcohol for the entire bar?” Lucy asked, blinking. 

“Your blonde friend wants us to be shit-faced.” Replied Gwylim and took a sip of wine. Ben shrugged. 

You raised your drinks and Ben began talking "Cheers for this movie and everything that will come with this!"

"Cheers for us guys!" Rami shouted.

Bohemian Rhapsody was a very promising movie. It was one of the most anticipating of the year worldwide, so maybe it will lead to awards nominations such as the Oscars and it also will give all of you more recognition. The best was yet to come.

An hour later, you’ve already drunk half of what was on the table. it was going to be a long night.

There was a tall blonde girl leaned on the bar counter, who was gazing at your table. She was having a drink with a straw that made her lips look big. Maybe, she was doing it on purpose.

“Hey, that girl is trying to get your attention.” Ben elbowed Joe and he looked at her. 

Your eyes rapidly moved to Joe, waiting for his next move. 

“Go and have fun.” Gwylim blinked. 

“I don’t know, I don’t think she’s looking for me.” Joe commented.

Joe wasn’t interested at all, especially since you were on his thoughts all day. But maybe, if he tried to talk to other women he could keep his mind occupied for a bit. Whatsmore, he has been in a forced celibacy for the past months due to filming so it could be an opportunity.

"Are you kidding me? Joe, she's been staring at you for like the last five minutes." Gwilym said. "Go and invite her a drink, do something!"

Joe hesitated for a minute until he put his phone in his pocket and went with her.

You didn't know why, but something made you feel sick to your stomach. Why were you feeling like this for Joe? He was your friend and you should be happy for him. Did you...like him? It wasn't a secret that he was very attractive, but you never thought about him as your lover.

Your not-so-sober state was making you feel so nauseous. You were also tired from your last days of work which were stressing and hadn't been eating properly because you were busy. This wasn’t going to end well. 

You stopped drinking and sighed. There was a growing unease running through your veins, you couldn't take it anymore. You rushed to the bathroom. Fortunately, you were the only one in there. You locked yourself in an individual loo and pressed your forehead against the door, breathless. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, but you felt as if the sharp point of a knife was stabbing you in the chest. The feeling of your heavy pounding heart and a persistent tightness in your shoulders were taking over you. You began to count, one, two, three, four to remove the explosion in your brain that was sending your thoughts spiraling out of control. You couldn't put into words the way you were feeling.

A few minutes later, your breath was becoming normal. You stayed there, trying to recover.

You thought it wasn't going to happen anymore, or at least tonight.

On the other side of the bar, Ben noticed that you were gone. He looked for you desperately, but he couldn't find you anywhere.

He immediately went to the bar counter where Gwilym was standing there, laughing out loud, he has just moved his hand on Joe's head and disheveled him, showing off his perm. Joe wasn't happy at all but the girl just laughed and continued talking.

"Guys, I can't find (y/n) anywhere." Ben explained.

Joe's eyes widened. he apologized with the girl and looked for you. Gwilym followed him.

"Why don't we tell Lucy to go and see if she's in the bathroom? She might be there."

"It's a good idea but, where is Lucy?" Joe moved to the crowd where Rami and Lucy were rocking their bodies to some 80s love songs.

Joe explained her what happened and she went to the bathroom. Rami helped the boys.

What if someone hurt you? what if you were in danger and you couldn't ask for help? Joe couldn't stop thinking about the worst case scenario. He felt a twinge in his chest.

As Lucy entered the bathroom, she looked under each door and felt relaxed when she saw your black high heels there.

"(y/n)? (y/n), are you okay?" She knocked the door.

She sent a message to your group chat.

Lucy: I found her, she's in the bathroom. Don't worry.

"Yes, absolutely." You opened the door and she almost jumps. Your eyes were red and your mascara was running on your cheeks.

"What happened? Did someone do anything to you?" She hugged you tight and you hugged she back even thighter.

"No, no. I'm just...I don't know, I was feeling anxious but I think I'm better now." You moved to the mirror and opened the tap water. You washed your face.

"Was it for anything in particular? What were you doing when you started feeling like that?"

You explained the situation and she hugged you again. “I’m here for you, don’t worry.” She said sweetily. You smiled. 

You came back and the guys sighed in relief.

"She's okay, don't bother her." Lucy warned them. Joe sat beside you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" Rami asked.

"Give me that." You snatched the wine bottle off his hands.

The blonde girl showed up again. She whispered something on Joe's ear and gave him a piece of paper. Then, she blinked at him and left the bar.

"Man, what's on the paper?" Ben was dying to know about it. Joe gave it to Rami. Ben stucked out his tongue.

Rami opened it. "Ohh, what a heartbreaker you are, Mr. Mazzello." He gave it back to him. Joe held it in his hands as he read.

"I really liked your perm. If you fancy doing something after the bar, let me know 64788433"

Joe tore the paper and took a sip of wine. Ben, Rami and Gwilym's jaw dropped. You felt relieved. "What?"

"I can't believe you're wasting such an opportunity!" Ben said with a wide eyed face.

"She's not my type." He continued drinking.

He didn't feel like leaving you. He felt alarmed by your state, you were his friend and he wan’t going to leave you when you were feeling like that.  Although he didn't know what happened to you, he could notice you were tense. He would do anything to make you feel better.

"Dude, you're mad. It's your last night here." Rami insisted. Joe didn't care.

"And, what about you? Did you find anyone for tonight" Gwilym asked you, mischivously.

You almost choke. "W-What?"

"You know, a one-night stand.” He moved up his eyebrows. You giggled.

"I'm not much into that, I'm more classic, you know." You confessed.

"Come here, I'm gonna find you a hot date!" Lucy begged you.

"It's okay Lu, I wanna be on my own tonight." You smiled gently.

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It was 2 a.m, you were all a mess and there were like 3 more hours ahead. Oh shit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our place tonight.” Yelled a man from the little scenario, holding a microphone. ”It’s 2 a.m and that means, It’s karaoke time!” He raised his arms and people clapped excitedly. “We invite you to come here with a partner and give us a performance! Who will be our first duo tonight?” 

“Here! These pretty girls right here are going to sing first.” Ben jumped from his chair and pointed at you and Lucy, who gaped at you. 

“Oh no, shut up Benjamin!” You tried to sat him back to his place but it was impossible. 

“Come on girls, let’s go!" The man encourage both of you. Everybody turned their heads to your table. You swallowed.

"Are you sure?" You asked Lucy and she shrugged.

"I guess we have to do it, we have no choice." She said in a small panicky voice as the whole bar was waiting for you to go.

"Fuck, then let's do it."

You rapidly took two more shots of vodka so as not to be so conscious of what you were going to do and walked towards the scenario with her. As you got out of your chair, Joe followed your body with his eyes. He swore no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurt him to know he couldn't have you that night.

Ben took out his phone from his pocket and started to record, maybe it would end up posted on Instagram.

"So, to who do we owe the pleasure tonight?" The man handed Lucy and you microphones.

"I'm Lucy and she's my friend (y/n)." Everybody clapped and there were some whistling. For a second, you regretted wearing that dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lucy and (y/n)!" He yelled, leaving the scenario.

You both moved to the little screen you had in front of you. Lucy chose Wannabe by the Spice Girls.

You took a deep breath and started singing. "Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want." You moved your head to Lucy's direction.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want." She sang and held your hand. You both started moving your hips from side to side following the rhythm of the music, trying to remember some moves from the music video.

The boys were singing and clapping from the table, totally enjoying it. You started to feel more comfortable and to enjoy it too.

"If you wanna be my lover." You both sang the last line of the song and hugged. You quickly came back with the boys while you heard clapping again.

"You girls nailed it!" Rami gave Lucy a quick peck.

"I still hate you, Ben. You better be careful, I'll kill you." You blustered annoyed. He mocked you. 

"Please tell me you're going to sing with me!" Joe put his best puppy face that made it hard to deny anything.

"Yeah Joe, when pigs fly!"

Two hours later, you and Joe were on the scenario, you were totally sloshed.

"Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain." You both sang from the top of your lungs. Joe had his arm around your waist and you had yours around his neck, moving backwards and forwards, trying to dance.

"For you Ben, I'll ruin my voice for you!" Joe pointed at Ben, who was trying to hide behind Gwilym.

Joe lost his balanced and fell to the ground, but that didn't stop him for singing. Screaming.

"I only wanted to see you underneath the AHHHHHHHH PURPLE RAIN, PURPLE RAIN, UHHHHHH." He grabbed your leg like a kid.

"Okay Joey, it's enough." You burst out laughing and helped him up.

~

As fast as you opened your eyes, you closed them. A merciless sunbeam was squirting straight in, making the oppressive force in your head go deeper. You turned around and checked your phone, 12:30 p.m, you had to be at the airport in exactly five hours. 

You couldn’t remember neither coming back to the hotel nor falling asleep. As you sat up bed with a rather unpleasant feeling, you felt a shiver down your spine, the room was cold and you were still wearing your black dress. You felt a wave of nausea and ran to the bathroom. You ended up bent over the toilet, puking your guts out. You haven’t been like this in months. The last time you were like this was last year when your ex broke up with you. When you finished puking, you struggled to lift your head up, but the head throbbing was making it impossible. You rested your head in your hands and began to rub your temples, trying to massage away the headache. It was pointless. You felt you were going to die in about five minutes. 

You looked at your face in the mirror, your mascara was running on your cheeks and your red lipstick was smeared, you looked terrible. After cleaning up your face with a damp cloth, you turned on the shower and tossed your dress and your underwear. You felt really gross. The drops of water running down your body felt warm and you enjoyed it. After a long shower, you got changed into your comfiest clothes and finished packing. 

While you were drinking water, your phone buzzed. Joe was calling. 

“Hey, how are you?” Asked Joe with a husky voice. He might have just woken up. 

“I feel like shit, I’m never drinking again.” You protested. Joe laughed. 

That's what everybody says waking up with a terrible hangover and then, they drink again and repeat it over and over again.

“We both know that’s a pretty unconvincing lie.” 

“Well, I’m not drinking any soon. That sounds better?” 

“Absolutely.” You nodded, smiling. “Can you come to my room? I can’t move and I feel I’m about to pass out if I don’t drink water soon. Please, I’m gonna die, don’t let me die!” Joe screamed, being totally dramatic. 

“You aren’t gonna die, Joey. I’m on my way.” You hang and walked towards his room. You knocked the door and Joe cursed, he had to get out of bed. 

“God, I can’t even walk.” Joe said as you entered the room. He jumped back to bed. “Come here.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked, walking on his direction. 

“Of course, come here, I’m gonna die.” Joe pouted. You rolled your eyes and lay in bed. 

You called room service and they brought you bottles of water and some snacks. 

“Joe, you have to take short sips of water.” 

“I’m thirsty.” 

“I know but it would get worse.” You squeezed his bottle and now, his face was wet. You laughed out loud. 

“You’ll regret it.” He left the bottle on the nightstand and started to tickle you. 

“Please, please, please, Joe, stop or I’m gonna throw up the water, please stop” You begged between laughs. Joe stopped and you sighed in relief. 

“Well, I see you aren’t feeling so bad after all.” 

“Kinda, but I wanna stay here until we head to the airport.” He moved close to you. 

“So do I.” You placed his head on your chest and hugged him. Joe felt he was going to die. 

Never had he been this close before. He didn’t want to move because he was practicaly on your boobs. He tried to avoid any dirty thoughts but his view wasn't helping. When he felt your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes.

Joe wished this was part of his routine. You and him, waking up together on the same bed, him, giving you kisses all over your face and body. He wanted to kiss you so bad. He liked to think that your lips were as soft as a cotton. He hoped someday he’ll find out if he was right.

"You know," said Joe, breaking the silence. "I think you've never told me, but how did you find out about Queen?" Joe questioned.

It was a rainy cold saturday afternoon. Boredom had taken over you, so you decided to sit on your computer while your mom was baking a delicious banana bread while your dad was working on a project for his job, you assumed that he had become a workaholic because no one would ever dedicate so much time to his job on a free day.

"Can you look for a song on YouTube? It's awfully noiseless in here." Your dad said stretching his back, he had been sitting for like 5 hours.

You knew that your dad liked The Rolling Stones so you clicked on Start me Up music video. When it finished, you checked on YouTube's suggestions. Queen - I Want to Break Free. You knew that Queen was a well-known British band but you've never listened to any of their songs.

"Dad, mom, do you like Queen?"

"Yeah, well, I used to listen to them a lot when I was young." Your dad told you.

"One of my favorite songs by Queen used to be I Want to Break Free." Your mom said as he took out the banana bread out of the oven. It smelled amazing.

"That's the one YouTube suggested me."

You watched the music video while eating what your mother have just cooked. What a pretty girl, you thought when a blonde schoolgirl appeared in the kitchen. A few months later, you realized it was actually Roger Taylor.

"I can't believe you thought he was actually a girl." Joe couldn't stop laughing.

"In my defense, some people in the 70s thought he was a woman."

"And then what happened?"

"Then, there wasn't a day in which I didn't listen to Queen, and nowadays it's still that way. I really love them. They helped me through difficult times and they still do.” 

He smiled. “It’s crazy how every person has at least a memory of Queen in their lives. I remember that Bohemian Rhapsody was the first song I downloaded on Napster.” You interrupted him. 

“Which is ilegal.” 

“Shh, don’t tell Brian and Roger.” You giggled. “And then,” he continued. “When I directed Undrafted, I would drive every morning listening to Somebody to Love and it gave me good vibes for the day. It was great” 

You talked for like two hours about Queen. Now, you were on Joe's chest. "What are your plans for the next days?" Joe started to play with your hair.

"I'm staying in New Jersey with my family, you know, it's been a while since I've seen them. And the other week I'm having an audition in New York for a theater play."

"Great, what is its name?"

"It's Romeo and Juliet. A classic. I really hope I'll get this, otherwise I don't know what I'll do." You sighed.

"You'll get the role, don't worry about it, you are wonderful." Joe grabbed your hand and you rubbed his.

"Thank you. And what are you up to this week? Any meeting or something?" You inquired.

"Not yet. I'm going to visit my family and some friends and of course I'll wait for you to free so we can start with our To do list in New York." He smiled sheepishly.

"I can't wait for it!"

"Hmm, I was meaning to ask it earlier but anyway, what happened last night?"

You were frozen. You tried to find the exact words to explain him you were feeling anxious and that you didn't know the reason why. He let you know that you could always count on him.

A few minutes later, Joe fell asleep, he was still holding your hand. You stared at him for like an eternity and thought about how you felt last night. You weren't sure about your feelings as something more than a friend. You loved him with all your heart, he had become someone you really cared for, you were together all the time and you knew that it would still be like that from now.

He had a peaceful look in his face that made your heart melt. You were grateful that you were going to spend a few days in your hometown where you will have enough time to clear your mind.

~

After a week at your parents' home, you came back to your apartment in New York and now, you were getting ready for your audition. You kept reading the script over and over again while you were on your way in the taxi.

While you were waiting in the queue to enter the theater, your phone buzzed. It was a message.

Joe: Good luck sweetie!

You were beaming from ear to ear.

~

Joe finished cooking one of his specialties, meatballs with spaghetti, his favorite food. His friend Aaron was about to come in any minute. It was a long time since they last reunited, especially because they were busy with their acting careers.

The doorbell rang and Joe opened the door of his house. Aaron Tveit was standing there, holding a bottle of wine and some cans of beer happily.

As they ate, they talked about their lasts projects and brought up some memories of Joe's movie, Undrafted, in which they were co-stars. When they were about to finish the delicious supper, the doorbell rang. They looked at each other.

"Is it really the doorbell?" Aaron asked, confused.

"Yes but, that's strange, I'm not expecting anyone."

Joe opened the door and his gaze flickered over your presence. 

“I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow, what a lovely surprise!” His smiled disappeared when he noticed you were weeping. "What's wrong?" 

“Sorry I came out of the blue but I really need you.” When you leaned over the frame of the door trying to enter his house, you saw he had a guest. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had people tonight. I can come tomorrow morning." You moved backwards. 

“Don’t leave, (y/n).” He grabbed your arm. “You can join us.” You hesitated, “Please, stay.” 

You entered his house and he took you to the kitchen, not before telling his friend he would be back in a minute. You sat on the counter and he stood in front of you. “Tell me, what happened?” 

“The audition...” You played with the edge of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. “It was awful, they treated me so unkind...and obviously I didn’t get the role.” 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He embraced you in such a tender and warm way that made you feel safe immediately. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You couldn't lie, in the days you spent away in New Jersey, Joe couldn't leave your mind. He was there, 24/7 and you couldn't stop talking about him to your family. Your mom only needed two hours to say you were having feelings for him, despite your denial. 

“Forget about that.” He took you to the dining room, where his friend was with his phone. As he saw you were coming, he left it on the table and smiled.

"(y/n), he's Aaron. Aaron, she's (y/n)." Joe introduced each other. Aaron was a brown haired man with beautiful blue eyes. He seemed to be in his mid 30s, just like Joe.

You remembered seeing them on tv, he was in Gossip Girl!

"It's nice to meet you, Joe talked about you a lot!" He admitted. Joe blushed and you smiled.

Did he really talk about you with his friends?

Joe insisted on serving you a plate of food and you acepted it. An hour passed, now you felt better, Aaron was so friendly.

“I’m having an audition on friday for a musical, If you like, I’ll give you the script.” Aaron said while you were having a sip of wine. 

“What is it about?” 

“It’s a Broadway musical based on the movie Grease. I think you’ll like it. They are looking for someone to play Sandy Olsson." 

You almost choke. “B-Broadway? Oh God. I don’t know..” 

Broadway. It was a tempting proposal, but you weren’t sure if you were going to be acepted to play a role in a such an incredible musical, especially after your failed audition from today. 

“Hey, why don’t you give it a try?” Suggested Joe. “You have nothing to lose. It’s a big opportunity, you should definitly go.”

“And you still have time to prepare for this.” Aaron unlocked his phone and asked for your number. “I’ve just sent you the script. Don’t worry, I can help you if you want, you can call me at any moment and I’ll try to help you. Tomorrow I’ll send you the adress and everything you need to know. And if you want, I can pick you up and we can go together.” 

“That would be nice, thank you.” You smiled. 

“So, that’s a yes?” Joe asked expectantly. 

“Yes!” 

Joe was absolutely happy for you. However, his mind was being cruel.

“Joey, are you listening to me?” You asked him. He rubbed his eyes. 

“Sorry, I think I’m falling asleep. What were you saying?” 

“Can I stay here tonight?” 

“Sure!” 

He had to do something, too much love will kill him. 

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Special Delivery (Gardner Langway x Reader)

Request: You read my mind because I’m watching Dear Sidewalk! Can I get a Gardner x Reader where he delivers her sex toy and accidentally opens it when it starts vibrating. Can finish with smut or not! Thanks love

Warnings: smut, cursing, shit writing, bad proofreading

A/N: This request was made 400 years ago and I'm so sorry? That I'm just now posting? Anyway, I hope you enjoy and that everyone is staying safe! I'll get a "read more" cut on this asap.

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 "You haven't opened your mail." Gardner frowned as you tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and shut the door. Faintly, you could hear the mumbles of a commercial playing from the TV in the other room. It'd become a semi-weekly tradition for you and Gardner to catch whatever old Western they happened to be playing on the Turner Classic channel each Friday. You'd been out of town the week before, so Gardner was left to watch it all on his own. You hated to miss, but you couldn't deny the ear to ear grin that spread across your face when he called later that night to catch you up on the recent installment.

You glanced at the envelopes sitting in your kitchen table, smiling a little. You hadn't even noticed the neatly stacked pile your friend had left for you while you were away for the week. He'd already had a key to your house. You'd long since had one made for him in case he got tired of sleeping on the boat or wanted to take a break on his route.

"Anything interesting?" You mused, knowing he probably had a general idea of what the pile consisted of.

He shrugged a little, grabbing the pile and sifting through it, "Just bills. You got a paycheck, I think. And there was something that came in a little box on Wednesday?"

You frowned, mentally thinking back through your recent purchases. "I don't remember ordering anything." Passing him a pair of scissors, you retrieved the bag of popcorn from the microwave. "Open 'er up, partner." He grinned at you, chuckling at your imitation of the accents used in the movies. Carefully, he slit the small piece of packing tape on the top of the box as you busied yourself finding bowls for the both of you. "Do you want me to put M&Ms in yours? I know sometimes you like it...like that..."

Your words trailed off as you faced Gardner. In his hand, he held a small purple object. Oh. Oh.

That's when you remembered that you had, in fact, ordered something lately.

While you were drunk and horny.

Shit.

He furrowed his brow as he studied the small bullet, turning it over in his hand. He obviously hadn't quite realized what it was yet. He met your gaze, his eyebrows crooked in confusion. Your face was beet red.

"Oh, that. That's nothing. I don't even know-"

"You didn't order it?" He picked up the little box, squinting at the address lable on it's side.

"Well, I-"

"That's odd. The address is right-

Quickly, you snatched the toy from his hand, slipping it into your back pocket. His warm brown eyes met yours again, his expression apologetic and confused. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, obviously worried he'd offended his friend in some way. Your heart sank. You hadn't meant to startle him.

"No...No, Gardner, it's ok, sweetheart. I just..." He was so pretty sitting there, brows raised and concerned. You sighed, pulling the bullet from your back pocket. "It's a vibrator, Gardner. A sex toy. I was drunk when I ordered it. Forgot all about it. I just got embarassed, is all. You...you didn't do anything wrong."

His muscles relaxed a little, "Oh."

You gave a little smile, knowing it was finally clicking in his head, "I'm sorry Gardner. I didn't even remember ordering it. I guess I was just lonely and I-"

His eyes widened, cheeks deepening to match yours. He bit his lower lip, "You're lonely?"

You swallowed thickly, "Uh, yeah. Sometimes. It's natural, you know? Every once in a while you...want to be touched and there's no one there to touch you." You trailed off again, scratching your neck uncomfortably.

He nodded, "I-I didn't mean to make you embarrassed."

You gave a weak smile, returning the vibrator to your pocket, "It's alright, love."

Gardner continued rubbing the back of his neck, "Why not just go out with someone? You...You don't have to be lonely. Y-You're...You're very pretty. There's lots of people who'd like to...want to..."

You laughed a little as his cheeks went even redder as you set the popcorn bag to the side, "I don't know, Gardner. What about you? Why don't you go out with Calvin on the weekends?"

He gave a little smile, "Last time I went out with Calvin he poured a drink down my shirt." You giggled, and he felt his chest go warm. "Besides, I...I don't need to go out and drink with a bunch of people I don't know. I already spend Friday nights with a pretty girl." He took a shallow breath, tapping his foot nervously. "I don't feel so lonely. Not when I'm with you."

Your heart stuttered. "Gardner...Gardner that's so sweet." He gave a genuine smile. "I think you're very pretty too."

He blushed, eyes falling to the floor. He was. He was so pretty. His cheeks pink, his soft auburn waves pushed back from his face, his lips sweet and full, and the dusting of freckles over his cheeks...

"Gardner, can I ask you a question?" Your voice was gentle. He liked it. You bit your lower lip, looking up at him through your lashes as he nodded. "When's the last time you were with someone? Like...intimately?"

His eyes went wide again, palms going sweaty. "Uhh...H-High School? My senior year. There was a party at Justin Dophrey's house. Calvin told me I should come." He swallowed thickly, seeming a little discomforted by the memory. "I had a drink or two. Nothing crazy...Karen Halverson pulled me into a closet. It was dark. She had on a lot of perfume. It made me choke...I don't remember much."

You heart sunk in your chest. He turned 25 next week. Seven years. He hadn't been touched in seven years.

"D-Do you think about that when you...when you're lonely?" Your voice was so soft, Gardner could hardly tell if he was dreaming. "Do you think about Karen?" Your brain was screaming at you to shut up. He sucked in a little breath, his ears going hot at your words, and shook his head no. You rubbed your upper arm awkwardly, "What do you think about?"

He bit his lower lip, "I-It's embarrassing."

Your stomach dropped. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer. I-I don't know why I-"

Gently, as if he was testing the waters, Gardner reached out and  took your hand in his. He gave it a little squeeze, hoping you couldn't feel how fast his pulse was racing. Your eyes met his, searching them. A comfortable silence fell over you as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

"You look at me like I'm important to you." His voice was soft. Your brain searched frantically for a response. "Like I'm wanted."

"You are."

He sighed a little, giving a little smile. "I think I just want to be able to make someone feel good."

You swallowed the knot in your throat. His eyes fell to where your hands met. "Gardner..." He glanced to you, brows raised.

"What?" He felt like his heart might stop.

"Do you want to..." Your voice trailed off, but somehow, he knew what you were asking.

He couldn't remember a single word in the English language. He nodded, mouth going dry.  "Please."

His eyes were glued to yours now, neither of you entirely sure of what to say. You squeezed his hand where he held yours. Gently, you took his wrist, dragging it up to your rest on your knee. He froze a little, barely breathing.

"I don't know how..."

His fingertips felt so warm against you. Your hands found his shirt collar, toying with either side of it as you you drew him closer. He could feel your breath against his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. You swallowed thickly. " 's ok."  You smiled, nudging your nose against his. "Is it alright if...If I kiss you?"

He hesitated, his breath becoming more labored, "Y-Yes ma'am. I mean, yes. I mean, I'd like tha-"

You pressed your lips against his, cutting him off with a hummed laugh. He smiled against you. You'd never kissed a softer pair of lips. It took him a second to remember to respond to your movements, as if he still couldn't believe this was happening, but the second he did, he let out a soft moan at the feeling.

He was needy, his hands fumbling to figure out where to hold you. You giggled, taking them in yours again and bringing them to your waist. He sighed contently, seemingly pleased with the development, and he held you there tightly. You pushed your fingers back into his hair, smiling as he whimpered under your touch. He was soft and gentle, his breath hitching as your tongue grazed against his lower lip. You took a step forward, pushing him down into a chair at the kitchen table. He looked confused until you settled on his lap, cradling his face in your hands. He gave a little gasp at the pressure against his middle, and you could feel him starting to harden against your thigh. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively rolling you hips against him, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.

Your hands itched to reach down between you and palm him through his jeans, but you steadied yourself. Slow down. Slow down. This is Gardner. Innocent, sweet Gardner. You parted your lips from his and pulled back a little. 

His eyes widened, face going white as his head clouded with concern. Were you cross with him?

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You hushed him, chuckling sweetly, "No, sweetheart! Not at all. You're perfect. I love this...I love what we're doing." Your fingers lace in his hair, pushing his auburn locks back out of his eyes. His eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling. "I was getting really hot all over and I wanted to make sure I didn't go too fast. Thought maybe I should slow down."

Gardner's mouth went dry as he looked you over. He quite enjoyed  the feel of your weight in his lap. Your lips were swollen and kiss bitten, your hair mussed and the hem of your shirt jumbled from where he'd been gripping it. He was embarrassed by the ache below his stomach, knowing you could feel his length pressing against you, but somehow, he didn't think you minded it. He met your eyes again, which were dark with poorly stifled lust.

"I...What if I..I don't want to slow down?" He looked nervous. Timid. Completely unaware of how his words sent heat into your belly. His still hands held your hips firmly, as if he was afraid you'd leave him. "W-We can stop if you want to but I...I don't want to."

You're heart stuttered at his pleading honey eyes, "Yeah?" He nodded, clinging to both you and your words.

You giggled as Gardner stumbled down the hall after you to your room. He shut the door behind him carefully, before turning to see you already settled on the bed, propped on your elbows. His face flushed, and you could see the flash of panic in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do next. You held a hand out to him, letting him take it in his own as you pulled him up onto the bed with you. Your hand cradled his face gently as you guided him down to meet your lips again, helping him settle on top of you. He sighed happily, as if he'd been waiting for years to kiss you again, even though it'd only been about two minutes. You could feel his hips instinctively rolling against yours, and he moaned when you gently rocked against him in return. Your fingers snaked up to his shirt collar, helping him undo the little blue buttons going down the front. He tried to help, for a moment, but found his hands were shaking far too much to be of any use. When you finally got off his shirt, your hands roamed the fabric of his undershirt before egarly reaching to tug it off. Suddenly, he tensed, and you pulled back immediately. "I'm sorry Gardner I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok! No, no, no, it's ok." He fiddled with the hem of his undershirt.

Your brows knitted with concern, realizing the problem. "You don't have to take it off if you don't want to."

Gardner met your eyes before quickly returning them to where he was fiddling with the fabric, "I...Um...It's just that I'm not-" He trailed off, looking ashamed. Gardner was almost perpetually blushing, but you'd never seen his cheeks so red.

You grabbed at the fabric a little, guiding him down into a much more gentle, sweet kiss then before. You whispered against his lips, "You don't think I'll like what I see." He nodded, nose nudging against yours. "You don't have to take it off, sweetheart, but I'll tell you one thing: I think you've got the prettiest body I've ever seen."

He looked a little surprised, moving back to look you in the eye, "You do?"

You giggled, nodding as you cradled his face lovingly. "Of course. You're so beautiful Gardner. So sweet and soft and wonderful." You could see him debating the idea in his head...overthinking. Without a word, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving yourself exposed to him in nothing but your bra.

His eyes went wide as he tried not to stare at your chest, hands itching to touch you. You smiled, pulling down your bra straps to expose your breasts fully to him. Slowly, you took his wrists, moving them from their spot on your waist up to grope your tits. He looked overwhelmed. Unsure, but enamoured all the same. You moaned as he curiously began kneading your breasts, your back arching off the bed. His eyes flitted back and forth between your face and his hands, completely unsure of which view was a better one.

"Gardner..." You hummed, catching his eyes briefly before yours fluttered shut in bliss again. "This is how I want to see you, Gardner." He leaned back a little, hands sliding down your stomach as your words clicked in his head. Timidly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly. You moaned at the sight, stomach flipping. "Come're." You pulled him closer, one hand exploring his chest while the other sunk between you to palm him through his pants. He gave a choked sob, his forehead falling against your bare shoulder. You smiled as you felt him leaving kisses there. He grinded down against you and you cursed, pushing him back against the bed and straddling his hips.

His breath stalled as he watched you press a kiss to the center of his chest, slowly moving downward and over his stomach until you reached the button of his jeans. You swallowed thickly as you admired the overwhelmed boy in front you. "Are you ok, Gardner? Is it ok if I touch you, here?" You cooed, nodding towards his hips.

He shook his head quickly, catching his breath. "Yes! Yes, I'm sorry...It's just...I just...No one's ever done...that..and I don't know-"

"Shhh, 's ok baby." You hushed him gently, rubbing your hands over his tummy soothingly. "I have an idea." His eyebrows perked up a little. "Why don't you close your eyes for me, love. Just take a deep breath..." You crawled up him a little, cradling his face in your palm. "-And close your eyes..." He obeyed, his eyelashes falling against his cheeks. "-And feel." You left a gentle kiss against his lips and Gardner sighed as he felt all his muscles relax. This was better. Much better. The feeling of your soft lips moving against his entranced him so much that he barely felt you unbuttoning his jeans. Some how, he didn't feel so nervous this way. He could focus on your touch and the way it felt instead of the way his body looked and how you saw it. He moaned softly as you sucked a little mark on his lower tummy, lifting his hips as he felt you pull his jeans down and off his ankles. He shuddered at the way your breath fanned against him, now, through the thin material of his boxers. He felt you toying with the waistband. "Tell me if you want me to stop, ok Gardner? It's never too late to stop me if you feel like you want to."

His mouth went dry, "Ok."

His cheeks and neck were on fire as you inched down his underwear, exposing himself to you completely. You were silent, and his stomach churned with the fear that you weren't satisfied with what you saw, but he was swiftly proven wrong when he felt you curse against his hipbone, "You're pretty all over, aren't you sweet boy?"

He grinned, relief flooding over him, but his smile quickly faded as you pressed kisses closer and closer to where he needed you most. He bit his lower lip too hard, his length twitching with need. You thought for a second about coaxing him to release his lip from under his teeth with your thumb, but opted for a different approach.

Gardener's jaw fell slack, crying out as you licked a stripe over his member. You wished you could record every gorgeous sound that fell from his lips as you pleasured him with your mouth, bobbing your head against his length. Your name was like a prayer on his lips as he desperately fought to keep from thrusting into you and hitting the back of your throat.

His fingers on one hand laced in your hair. You'd fully expected him to do the same with the other, but somehow, you weren't surprised when he reached down to hold your hand in his, squeezing it gently everytime you took him deeper into your throat. The feeling in his stomach tightened quickly, and you could feel hot precum dripping from him at the back of your throat as he throbbed against your tongue.

"Y/N...Y/N I'm gonna-" He was surprised when your movements quickened, taking him deeper and swirling your tongue around him as he grew closer and closer. He gave a choked sob as he released his warm seed into the back of your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing the last of his arousal down and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, still looking ridiculously fucked out. "I didn't mean to...to finish-"

"I wanted you to finish in my mouth Gardner."

He frowned, confusion evident in his eyes, "Why?"

You smiled, crawling foward to press your lips to his in a soft kiss, and he groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. "Taste good, don't you, love?" Gardner felt like he was going to faint. "You're doing so well, Gardner."

He pulled back a little, meeting your eyes, "I want to do that to you, now."

You smiled warmly, stroking the side of his face, "You don't have to do that, sweethea-"

"I want to." You raised your brows, surprised by his eagerness. "Please. Please, just let me try-"

You giggled, "Ok! Ok! Fine!" 

He smiled, fingers finding the button of your jeans, and he raked them down over your thighs and off of your ankles before meeting your eyes again. He went breathless at the sight of you, legs spread for him in nothing but your lacey pink panties. And that way you always looked at him. Like he was important to you. He toyed with your waistband, "Y-You should close your eyes, too."

Confusion darted through your expression, but you obeyed his request without question as he pulled off your last remaining peice of clothing.

Gardner paused, admiring your pretty pink slit. Your arousal had dripped down from your middle and smeared across your inner thighs. Carefully, he rested a hand on your lower tummy, dragging it down to run a thumb over your folds. He jumped a little as you gasped softly, biting your lower lip.

Gardner had never touched a person like this. Seen a person like this. The only time he'd even come close was with Karen, and it'd been dark and fast, the whole endeavor only lasting about five minutes.

He eyed the small bud above your entrance, timidly leaning foward to wrap his lips around it and suck. You cried out, squirming a little as he continued to explore. His tounge flicked your clit and your hips bucked involuntarily, making him hum into your heat. Your body writhed, eyes scrunched shut as he tasted you. He'd just pressed his tongue inside you when his eyes caught on your pants, which laid discarded on the bed beside you.

You whined pitifully when he pulled back, immediately missing his mouth. He pecked you clit, "Stay still." He was silent, the only sound being a slight rustling of the bed sheets. "And keep your eyes closed...please."

Your brows furrowed with confusion as you waited, legs spread. When you finally felt pressure against your clit again, ot was different. It wasn't warm or soft like his fingers or his tongue.

And then there was finally a noise. Buzzing.

Gardner grinned, proud of himself he watched you moan loudly, grinding your clit against the bullet vibrator. Clever. Fuck was he clever.

You rode the toy, quickly becoming a blubbering mess as your stomach grew tighter and tighter. "Gardner turn it off."

 A spark of fear ran through Gardner at the words and he immediately switched it off, tossing it to the side and moving up your body to cradle your face in his hand, "What's wrong? What's happened? Did I do it wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No! No, no, no, love!" You fought to catch your breath, concern still swimming in his eyes. "I just...I was about to finish."

He frowned, looking puzzled and ridiculously cute. "Then why did you-?"

"Because..." You pecked his lips, running your hand over his back to calm him. You held his face in your hand, turning it to whisper in his ear. "When I cum, I want it to be around you, Gardner." He shivered, eyes wide. "If you still want to, that is. He nodded almost too quickly and you giggled in a way that made his heart stutter.

"I don't have a...a condom." He admitted, looking sheepish.

Your eyes brightened, "Oh! I'm on the pill, love. I mean...unless you think Karen Halverson gave you something?" His cheeks went pink at your teasing and you giggled as he scrunched his nose, shaking his head. Sighing contently, you pulled him back down to your lips, not bothering to part as you spoke, "How do you want it, baby? You want to be on top? Or do you want me to be on top? Or you could take me from behind?"

Gardner's brain spun with the abundance of choices...not that he could even think with your lips against his.  "I-I don't know."

You hummed, "Well, it's practically your first time, huh?" He nodded, nose bumping against yours. "Well then why don't you have me just like this, honey."

You could have suggested a trip to mars at this point and he would have said yes. You pulled him closer, letting him settle between your legs as he lost himself in kissing you yet again. Your hand snuck down between you, stroking his cock as you rubbed it up and down over your entrance. He whined desperately at the feeling of your wet heat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Go ahead, baby." He moaned, as you positioned his tip. "Push deep inside me."

He gave a choked sob as he let his shaft sink down into your folds. You gave a little sob as he bottomed out. "Fuck, Gardner you stretch me so good."

He sat still for a minute, trying to let you adjust to his width before you circled your hips against his. He groaned grabbing you tightly by the waist as he pulled out a little before pushing back in. You were so warm and wet and tight and Gardner feared he wouldn't last long. His head spun as he watched every inch of himself being buried deep inside you over and over again. He held your hips so tight, bouncing you down hard against him with every thrust. You cried out as he hit a tender spot inside you, hiking your legs up around his hips as he continued rutting against you and and fast. He was warm and beautiful and needy and his cock felt so good inside you that you couldn't help bit let your eyes roll back in your head. Your tits bounced with every slap of his hips against your pubic bone. "Gardner, fuck, just like that! Don't stop!" The soft tip of his dick jabbed at that tender spot again, pushing pushing pushing pushing. Your hands tugged at his Auburn locks, head falling back against the pillow as you felt him throbbing inside you. "God, you're so deep."

"I'm close." He choked, biting his lower lip as the pressure in his stomach got started to become too much.

"Cum inside me, Gardner. Fill me u-" You gasped as he came, pulsing spurts of heat releasing into your stomach as the throbbing of his length sent you over the edge. You gave a silent scream as you clenched tighly around him, your stomach flipping rhythmically with waves of bliss until you were left trembling in his arms.

He pulled out slowly, and you were so out of it you didn't even see him leave and return with a washcloth. He rubbed the inside of your knee sweetly with his thumb as he wiped away his arousal as it dripped out of your aching center.

"Gardner..." You whimpered pitifully, reaching for him when you saw him walking towards the door to discard the washcloth. He tossed it into the sink, trotting back over to where you sat limp in your bed. He wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead, "What's wrong?"

Your eyes were sleepy, " 'was cold without you. Didn't want you to leave me."

He tucked some hair behind your ear, brows furrowing with concern as he pecked your lips. "I won't leave you."

You smiled lazily, "I won't leave you either."

An hour later and you were asleep on Gardner's chest. He had admired you with a sweet smile on his face for as long as he had been able to keep his eyes open before he joined you in sleep, both of you blissfully unaware of the Turner Classic Channel still playing in the living room.

Gardner decided right before he fell asleep that he was ok with missing a few more cowboy movies if this was the trade off.

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Masterlist

This is just gonna be super basic until I get a few things put together, but here you go! I have officially written enough to need a master list!

Updated: January 31, 2022

BORHAP

Ben Hardy x Reader:

Your Prize

Premiere Night

End Up Here

Everything I Wanted (Billy/Four!Ben)

Don’t Wanna Be in Love (Billy/Four!Ben)

Birthday Surprise

Heart to Break

Hazy Blazy Days

Call Me Fighter

Joe Mazzello x Reader:

All His Fault (Joe x oc)

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller:

Daughters of Mayhem (Jax x oc)

OUTER BANKS

This isn't you (Routledge!Reader)

Traitor (JJ x Reader)

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 11

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 10: Elizabeth and Joe finally have the chance to spend some time alone. Will it be the right time for them to admit their feelings? 

Word count: 4.8K+

Warnings:  SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) towards the end of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; cuteness and FLUFF are all over the place & some language here and there as usual

A/N: Believe us, folks, you are not ready for this chapter! Sit down and enjoy the ride, a pretty wild ride if you ask us 🌶😏💗

Tuesday, 24 December 2019 

“Because you are the only one for me.” “How can you be certain? We were all fooled by the spell cast by the love filter…” “I never needed a spell to look into your eyes and see love”

“Do you think he’ll keep his mouth shut?” Joe asked, without averting his eyes from the book he was holding. He was laying on Elizabeth’s bed, his head on the pillow and the book in one hand, while the other flipped the pages.

“Who?” Elizabeth asked, briefly looking in his direction without stopping her pen on the notebook. She was practising drawing buildings in perspective and she had chosen the 9th dormitory as her first try: she knew that building like she knew the insides of her pockets.

“Ben,” Joe answered and Elizabeth stopped drawing to look at him. She was sitting crossed legs beside him, her back leaning on the bed’s headboard.

“Why wouldn’t he?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Dunno, - Joe licked the tip of his finger to flip another page – no reason, I guess… Just wondering if we should be more careful…”

Elizabeth hesitated a moment: did he meant he regretted moving in with her? Was that his way of telling her?

“Joe, - she took a deep breath – if you’re having seconds thoughts about this I understand, I-”

Joe shut his book and sat up to look at her, “What? No that’s not what I meant.” He gently threw the book at the end of the bed and turned to cross his legs as well, “I’m just worried something could jeopardise my year… or yours, for that matter… or even the play, I don’t know what I’d do if they expelled me or worse… - he took a pause – if they cancelled the play.”

Elizabeth chuckled while going back to her drawing, “You need to sort out your priorities…”

Joe laughed, “Ron Wesley? Seriously? You’re throwing Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone to my face?”

Elizabeth slowly nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing as well and drew another windowpane to the building.

“It’s your fault, Hermione… – she giggled – Your life spins around that play a bit too much if you ask me…”

Joe opened his mouth and brought a hand to his chest, exaggerating his shock, “Excuse me?!”

Elizabeth couldn’t stop giggling and she knew her lack of concentration was messing up her drawing, “Stop making me laugh! I can’t work like this!”

She uncrossed her legs to get up and go sit at her desk, but a hand trapped her arm and made her fall on her back on the mattress. She squealed and left the grip on the notebook, that fell on the floor with a thud.

The girl giggled and realised she still had the pen in her hand. It took less than a second to Joe to understand what she was going to do and he reacted immediately, but he wasn’t fast enough. Before he could trap both her hands by her sides, Elizabeth had managed to draw a small line on his cheek.

For a fraction of a second, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow, “Really? How old are you? Five?”

Elizabeth giggled shrugging her shoulders, “It was self-defence”

“Oh really? – Joe grabbed both her wrists with a hand – And how do you defend from… the tickle monster?”

“What! – Elizabeth widened her eyes and tried to wriggle herself free from his grip - Let me go, Joe”

She got out of it before it was too late and she swiftly turned around to trap him against the headboard, the pen in her hand and a wily smirk on her face.

“Don’t mess with me” she theatrically threatened him.

Joe couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a dork, he was well aware of that. But he didn’t care. Because in that moment, in that room, there were only the two of them. And it felt like a jump in the past when they were in middle school and they were always at each other’s houses.

He didn’t want to interrupt that moment of silliness but he couldn’t resist. He began chuckling to himself, “You know? This will sound weird but… this reminds me of when we were thirteen – he looked at Elizabeth and she had sat back in front of him, deposing her fearful weapon - I’d sleepover at your house and you at mine and we’d play Nintendo till past bedtime… I still remember your mom yelling at us to turn off the light and us laughing and turning it off just to turn it back on once we’d hear her climb under the covers.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Yeah, I remember that too… And my mom does too, for that matter…- Joe chuckled as well – She still asks me about you sometimes.”

Joe was surprised, “Really? Martha asks about me?”

Elizabeth lightly slapped his arm, “Of course she does… she wants you to stop keeping me up playing Nintendo games all night”

Joe chuckled, “So I’m the bad influence on you?”

Elizabeth forcefully nodded, “Sure, she says I should really stop seeing you… - Joe acted shocked and she couldn’t keep a straight face – But don’t worry. I’ll never get rid of you, babe”

And in saying so she theatrically and gently caressed his cheek.

It would have been completely normal for them to act that way, but in that moment, as she caressed his cheek, even if she was play-pretending, she suddenly felt embarrassed and the warmth spreading on her cheeks betrayed her. She blushed evidently, partly because of what she realised she’d sad and partly because of how close they were in that very instant.

From Joe’s point of view, the situation had become awkward as soon as Elizabeth had trapped him against the headboard and he couldn’t help but think about what else could have happened there besides threatening each other with a pen.

When her soft hand had caressed his face and redness had spread on her cheeks, he’d understood she had probably perceived the awkwardness as well.

He cleared his voice, “Well we should tell Martha, that her daughter’s not very good either… she draws on people”, he decided to say instead, trying breaking the tension.

Elizabeth lightly chuckled and without thinking about it twice, she licked her thumb and rubbed the black line she’d drawn on him. It was a reflex, something that had looked innocent in her head. Something she had already done in the past and it had been fine.

But that night, it was everything besides fine.

It was like everything they did they could only make the situation more awkward.

Did we lose our chemistry?, she asked herself. Are we not friends like we used to?

She feared those three weeks of reacquainting with one another had been a waste of time. What if their friendship had been damaged permanently?

Joe gulped, the tension was back to make his spine stiff again and his ability of reasoning weaker.

Elizabeth let out a burst of constraint laughter, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight…”

She shifted on the bed and instead of sitting in front of him, she sat by his side, her back leaning on the headboard and her head abandoned to fall backwards.

Joe glanced at her and cleared his throat again, his voice serious, “It’s okay, Liz.”

He saw her closing her eyes, biting her lip and lightly shaking her head. She probably thought it was imperceptible but he’d seen her.

He took a deep breath. He had to say something. He had a feeling all that was happening for one reason. And he didn’t know whether to be happy, confused or scared that the reason might actually have been what he was hoping for.

“Liz, - he started quietly, slowly turning to look at her as she did the same, the head still resting on the headboard – you remember how we used to play true confessions in high school?”

Elizabeth sluggishly chuckled and nodded.

“Well, - Joe continued – I have a confession to make.”

He paused for a few seconds, knowing he was going down a one-way road, with no chance of turning back.

She frowned, “What, Joey?”

Joey, he thought to himself. If on the outside he looked nervous, the mention of that stupid nickname was causing a storm of emotions inside his head. Joey and Lizzie were how they called each other anytime the other needed to talk about something serious: those nicknames had always made them laugh so they seemed perfect to mention when all the other person needed was a smile.

It worked like it had every time before.

Joe smiled before continuing and Elizabeth smiled at him back.

“Lizzie, - he started again with a half-smile – I know I’ll be talking nonsense from now on, so please stop me if you decide you don’t want to hear it. Because once I say it I won’t be able to get it back…”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows again. Her instinct was telling her she already knew what he was about to say. At least, she thought she knew. She hoped, she knew.

She shifted again and turned her body towards him, leaning on her side on the headboard, a silent gesture to say ‘I’m listening’.

Joe exhaled for the hundredth time in those last five minutes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now - he began slowly - Well actually I didn’t know I wanted to tell you at first… I thought I was misreading things and I tried to forget about it all, but then Gwilym happened and I didn’t know how to talk to you… you had disappeared from my life and I couldn’t stand –”

Elizabeth’s smile widened. She still didn’t know how to feel about what was happening. She was feeling too many emotions to choose only one.

“Joe-Joe–” she tried interrupting him, but he kept on talking, his sentences speeding up as they followed one another.

“But when I saw you that day at the park and I told you I was fine, I knew you knew I wasn’t and when I found you alone there, I couldn’t help but feel relieved, even it that makes me a terrible friend to Gwilym. I was happy I could try again and-”

“Joe could you just-” she chuckled: it was like trying to have a conversation during a rapping contest.

“And then, – he continued undaunted, his lips curving into a smile because he knew she had caught on where he was leading to - I came here to tell you because I wanted to know what you wanted to say to me that same day at the park but I saw-”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, the biggest smile lighting her face.

And without thinking of it twice, she shut him up properly.

She swiftly turned and, placing a hand on his cheek, she guided her lips onto his.

Joe hadn’t registered immediately what was happening and the kiss remained barely a long-lasting smack for a couple of seconds.

When he realised words weren’t strictly necessary to let her know what he wanted to say, he smiled against her lips and, bringing a hand behind her neck, he inclined his head to deepen the kiss.

Elizabeth felt like someone had lighted a hot air balloon inside her chest. She couldn’t stop smiling between one kiss and the other and Joe curving his lips in a smile as well could only make her smile more.

They pulled away at the same time, both breathless and with a spark in their eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few instants, before bursting out laughing in unison.

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, trying recomposing herself. Joe placed a hand on his belly to stop himself from laughing more.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, still chuckling.

Elizabeth brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head with a small giggle, “I really have no idea…”

They both sat back, their gazes fixed on Elizabeth’s desk at the end of her bed.

“So…” Joe started again.

“So,” Elizabeth echoed him, turning her head to look at him, a small shy smile on her face.

“So, you liked my confession?…” Joe asked and Elizabeth pushed her shoulder against his chuckling.

She looked at her hands fidgeting in her lap, “I don’t know why I did that”

The smile slowly vanished from her face as she thought about it. She had been impulsive. Again. Just like she had done with Gwilym. And look where it has brought you…, she thought to herself.

She hated jumping back and forth from happy to worried all the time. Doing something and then overthinking about it. She was sick of it. Why couldn’t she be more decisive? Why did she have to always question everything her own mind thought?

Joe slowly stopped chuckling and stared at the weaved blanket at the end of the bed, confused. What did that mean? Why had she kissed him if she was already regretting it? Had it not meant the same to her as it had to him?

“Did you… - he tried to find the right words – …want that?”

Elizabeth forced herself to think about the answer. YES. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, her heart shouted. And please tell me you wanted it as much as I did.

“Yes, - she said instead calmly – but I wish it hadn’t happened… I think I might have made things weird”

“Oh, - Joe replied, more disappointment in his voice than he’d wanted to let transpire – then… why did you do that?”

Elizabeth knew he wouldn’t have stopped asking questions until she’d told him the truth and sometimes she hated how well she knew him.

She huffed, “I don’t know, Joe…”. She got up from the mattress and picked up the notebook.

Yeah, I do, she thought to herself.

“I think you do,” he replied, a little bit of anger mixing to the set of emotions he was feeling in that moment.

“No, I don’t”, she walked to her desk to put down notebook and pen.

Stop lying!

“Yes you do, Liz, stop lying!” Joe got up as well to follow her.

“Stop reading my mind!” she shouted back, not realising that was supposed to be just a thought.

Joe raised an eyebrow. Anger and confusion were having the better of him, “Why can’t you be honest? I exposed myself over there! – he pointed at the bed where they’d been sitting – Why can’t you do the same?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” she shouted back staring at him, her eyes slightly watered by the emotions she was trying to push down.

When he frowned again, she averted her eyes and looked outside the window, where darkness had already taken over the sky.

“I don’t want it to happen again, - she confessed under her voice – not with you”

Joe’s expression softened, “Can you please articulate your thoughts?”

Elizabeth forced her hands down her sides so that she could stop fidgeting.

���I don’t want what happened with Gwilym to happen with you as well” she repeated.

She huffed and brushed her hair away from her forehead, “Nothing good comes from when I get impulsive. I only get myself into trouble and end up hurting myself and others - she paused for a second – I already lost a friend. I don’t want to lose you…”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows shaking his head, “Who says you’re going to lose me? – he took a step closer and fixed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear – Just because it didn’t work with Gwilym doesn’t mean it won’t for us…”

Us. At the bare thought, she could feel butterflies flying in every direction inside her stomach. She had never felt that way. With anyone in her whole life. Maybe it’s a sign, her hopeful heart commented.

“How can you already talk about ‘us’? - she half-smiled – And even if what you say is true, do you really want to risk everything? Knowing it might not work out and it might end like it has for me and Gwilym? Do you want to sacrifice everything we’ve built for an impetuous decision on a casual Christmas night?”

Joe registered everything she had listed and he really wished he could think everything through. Twice. But he had already made up his mind at the first half-smile she had given him.

“Liz, - his lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the excitement of the anticipation – you are worth the risk.”

He watched the redness spreading on her cheeks and the smile gleaming on her face but he didn’t give her the chance to reply. Before she knew, his lips were on hers and his hands were already holding her.

Joe had longed for that moment for such a long time he couldn’t believe it was happening. He thought at any time his alarm would have rung and he would have woken up like he had done several times in those last few months.

And somehow even if he had imagined it, kissing Elizabeth was nothing like he’d thought. He figured there would have been hesitation and shyness from both sides, but it couldn’t be further from reality.

There was an unspeakable hunger for the other person from both sides. They looked for each other in every kiss, every touch, every breath, and faster than they could realise, they let passion drive their bodies.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe stepped forward to the desk, making her walk backwards and hit the wooden surface with her lower back.

She effortlessly jumped on it and opened her legs to let Joe stand closer to her. He smiled on her lips when she did that and adrenaline shot up to her brain. She wrapped an arm behind his back and pulled him closer, while his hand found the way behind her neck beneath her loose hair.

Joe felt like soaring a hundred feet above the ground. The scent coming from her hair was inebriating and he felt like he was losing the last brims of lucidity he had left. He felt incredibly happy and the excitement of finally being with her was almost overwhelming.

He was well aware of her doubts and he felt like he could not blame her after everything he had watched her go through. But somehow his gut was telling him that anything could have happened to them and they still would have made past it. Together.

Elizabeth could feel the excitement running through her veins, a sensation she’d never experienced before. Not at that extent at least. It was like someone had poured fire inside her veins and in the few fractions of a second she was lucid, she thought that with Gwilym it had been nothing like this.

Her ability to think straight was being obfuscated by Joe’s hands holding her tight and roaming around her back, but she was well aware of what she was feeling. And she knew, deep inside her self, that Joe could have been endgame.

She suddenly pulled away to stare into his eyes, looking for something even she wasn’t quite sure of. Something to tell her this time her instinct may have been the right path to follow.

Joe simply smiled, asking with his breath short, “Is everything okay?”

She cupped his chin with her hands and lightly brushed her thumbs on his cheeks, returning him the smile, “I’m okay”.

Joe’s smile grew brighter as he leaned in to kiss her gently. He slid his hands down to her lower back and moved her legs to wrap around his waist, picking her up from the desk.

Elizabeth broke the kiss giggling, “What the hell are you doing?”

He did not seem to be handling it well and chuckled, trying to hide the effort he was actually putting into it.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh the whole way to the bed – which took three steps – and her laughs grew louder when he dropped her on the mattress and collapsed beside her.

Joe tried to push down his laughs as well not to interrupt the rather passionate moment, but her laughter was too damn contagious.

“I thought it’d be hot and romantic…” he said between chuckles, a tingle of disappointment in his tone.

Elizabeth got up on her elbows, laughter slowly fading away, “I’m sorry, Joe – she extended her arm to caress his cheek and guide him closer – It was really romantic”

Joe chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, closing once again the distance between their lips.

He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on the elbows. Her hands climbed up his back, beneath the sweater and t-shirt and it felt freezing cold against his hot skin. That contrast only helped his excitement to grow and a hushed groan disappeared into the kiss.

Elizabeth ran her hands up to help him get his head out of the sweater and for a brief moment they shared a look that meant ‘is this really happening?’.

He came down to kiss her again, hands flying at the brim of her sweater, taking it off with a few rapid motions. His lips left hers only to trace a trail down her neck and above her collarbone. Elizabeth exhaled deeply, her hands roaming on his back and through his hair to keep him close to her body.

The moment he nibbled at the skin underneath her ear, her brain was no longer in control of her actions. A hand rushed to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up so that she could throw it on the floor.

Pulling away for an instant, he got her out of her t-shirt as well. His brain was acute enough to realise it was not the first time he had seen her bra, but it sure was the first time he had seen it and felt the urge to rip it off.

Without a warning, Elizabeth got up and undressed from her pants, while Joe followed with a burning gaze. From a drawer in her desk, she pulled out a silver square and with all the nonchalance she could find, she walked back to the bed, pulled back the covers and gestured him to join her.

Joe was still startled and had trouble thinking and acting straight. The direction they were heading towards was pretty final and irreversible and he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

He got out of his pants as well, suddenly feeling… exposed in front of her. He kneeled back on the bed and looked for comfort into her eyes. He could see she was thinking the same. As she rested a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him closer to crash her lips onto his, he kept thinking how crazy it was doing all that with her.

They shifted so she could lay down on her back again and without breaking the kiss, Elizabeth reached out and turned off the switch of her abatjour, leaving the room in almost complete darkness if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the window and the decrescent moon watching over them.

He lowered himself and broke the kiss to trace a trail of kisses down her neck to the middle of her breasts. She hushed a moan and ran her hands in his hair, as his lips proceeded down her belly until the elastic of her panties.

“Joe,” she uttered, lifting her hips to help him pull down her knickers.

He smirked on her skin, planting a kiss right where the elastic had been and climbed back up to kiss her lips again. Her hands grazed his skin till the elastic band of his briefs and very slowly pulled them down.

Joe thought he could have cum just because of how slow she was rolling them down: it was torture. He shifted so that he could climb out of them with a sigh of relief.

As he came up to hover her again, he slid a hand underneath her back and unhooked her bra. She got out of it and threw it on the floor with the rest of their clothes, exposing the last piece of herself.

They looked for each other’s eyes in the darkness for one last proof it was all real and just smiled, nodding at each other.

This is it, that meant.

She opened the silver package and Joe adjusted himself and after another brief glance of reassurance, he sank into her, hushed groans leaving his pink lips.

Elizabeth arched her back and exhaled heavily, quiet moans escaping her lips as Joe found a slow pace. Her arms and legs involuntarily wrapped around his body as if to cling to him and keep him as close as she could.

At that new angle, Joe was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, he shut his eyes and bit his lips to hush himself from groaning out loud.

“G-God… Liz, you’re killing me…” he managed to say and she let out a brief breathless chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to articulate any words.

She roamed her fingertips up and down the soft skin of his back, causing him to mutter something that sounded like fuck under his breath.

While he had slowed the pace to rest a little, she held the grip with her legs and rolled both of them over so that Joe was now laying on his back. As she sat up and started circling her hips in a slow deadly pace, Joe ran his hands through his hair, moaning and muttering swear words.

When his hips spasmed upwards, signalling he was close to his climax, Elizabeth let her head fall backwards, overcome by a rush of pleasure. It felt like electricity in her veins. She felt her core clenching and she knew she was very close as well.

She stopped her hips and lowered herself to kiss him again. Joe took the chance to roll over and thrust a few times more before letting the climax rush through him. As he kept moving for a few seconds after, waiting for Elizabeth to come undone as well, he intertwined his hand with hers and held it tight.

They collapsed next to each other. And for a few seconds, the room was dead silent. The only noises were the radiator and the freezing wind shaking the plants outside.

Elizabeth was still incredulous of what had happened, and even if she may have thought about comparing the experience with Gwilym’s before, she knew she had no reason to. She didn’t want to. They were two completely different matters.

“You literally know everything about me now,” she whispered, a dopey smile on her face.

Joe slowly chuckled, sliding his arm under her neck and intertwining their fingers together, as Elizabeth rested her head between his shoulder and chest.

He hesitated, suddenly vulnerable and insecure, “Did you… regret this?”

Elizabeth tilted her head back so they could look at each other in the eyes, “This may be the first time in my life when I am sure I have done the right thing.”

Joe’s smile widened as he let out a sigh of relief and leaned to kiss her forehead.

“Well, you have done me, - he continued in his usual playful tone – so that would make me ‘the right thing’?”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head, “You’re a doofus as always”.

Joe was glad she looked relaxed: he’d worried he’d forced her into something she didn’t want to be dragged into, but now that they were back to their usual shenanigans, he knew they were fine.

“Funniest thing is – Elizabeth continued – Hardy thought we had already done this… I mean from the look he gave us, he seemed to think, if we hadn’t already, then we would have done it soon…”

“Well, we proved him wrong…” Joe sarcastically said they chuckled, as their fingers kept intertwining and untangling.

Elizabeth’s phone lighting up partially ruined the quiet atmosphere. She excused herself and got up to fetch it from the desk, while Joe headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“It’s my mom… It’s past midnight,” Elizabeth said, before realising she was standing butt naked in the middle of the room.

As she picked up her knickers and Joe’s pijama t-shirt, Joe reappeared into the room with a new pair of boxers and a sweet smile on his face, “Merry Christmas, Lizzie”

He walked up to her and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Joey - she replied with a smile, - We are in big trouble…” she added, rotating the screen of her phone in his direction.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows confused and tried focusing on the chain of notifications, “Holy crap,” he just commented.

2 voicemails.

5 missed calls.

3 missed video calls.

37 texts.

All from Alex, the last one saying: ‘I am gonna kill you, woman’

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special victims unit  |  borhap x female!oc - chapter two

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York's most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of alcohol and drugs, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 3.9k

series masterlist  |   teaser (read before this)  |   chapter one

Astrid's phone rang in the dark room, curtains pulled shut to prevent light form coming in, as she reached over, grabbing it and answering.

"Morrison." she answered, the figure next to her on the bed shifting at the sound of her voice.

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. Meet us at the hospital, we're on our way." Lucy's voice rang from the other end as Astrid rubbed her face with her other hand.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

Ending the call and placing her phone on the nightstand she got up, before an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into the covers.

"Five more minutes." the voice said as she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling his body closer to hers.

"Just five more minutes." she said, closing her eyes.

"Who called?"

"Lucy. New case, she's on route to the hospital." she said, as he groaned.

"Why can't we stay here the whole day?"

"Well, you have work, and I do too." she paused, before letting go and getting out of his grasp. "Alright, let's go."

Groaning once more, he got out of bed and headed to her bathroom, as she checked her texts for updates on the victim.

Twenty minutes later, Astrid walked into the hospital with a coffee cup in hand, as Lucy approached her, frown on her face.

"What do we have?"

"Avery, transgender female, was injured in a fall from a bridge."

Astrid sighed, before nodding to the room. "I want to see her."

Lucy led her inside the room, where the victim was waiting, Detective Ben with her and the parents.

"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Astrid Morrison with the Special Victims Unit." she said, as the parents introduced themselves. "So, Avery, can you tell me what happened?"

"I was taking pictures on the bridge when they surrounded me."

Ben spoke up, notepad in hand as he took notes. "Avery, can you describe them?"

"Black, my age." she slowly breathed in, "They were giving me the look."

"What look is that?" Ben asked.

"The freak needs to learn a lesson look." the parents looked at Astrid, hurt spread across their features as one held her hand and the other placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. "I tried to go but they started saying stuff."

"What were they saying?"

"Tranny. He-She. My personal fave." she paused, "I told them to leave me alone. One grabbed my skirt, another my camera. I was pushed and I tripped on my heels."

Astrid took a step forward, "Avery, can you remember anything else about the boys, anything they said or that they did?"

Tears pooled in Avery's eyes, "It was all a blur of shoving, people laughing," a tear streamed down her cheek, "Taking video."

The father spoke up, "This isn't the first time, and the local precinct never follows up."

"We will." Astrid reassured the family, "We take this very seriously. I give you my word, Mr. Parker."

Returning back to the station, all the detectives got to work on trying to find anything they could to ID the boys that had pushed Avery. Lucy finally found something, pulling Astrid out of her office.

"What do you have?"

"Well, we were checking social media, lensing the area where the crime occurred, and these finally popped up." she led her back to the big round table in front of a large screen tv, where the rest of the detectives were.

"These three separate cell phone videos so far. They all begin after it started, but you get the idea." Joe said, pressing play as they watched.

"Let's see slut. What's under there?" "Beat his ass!"

Someone smacked Avery across the face in one of the videos, "Oh, he's slapping him around."

"Darius, we're going to get in trouble!"

"All these people watching. Nobody helps."

"How long do they go on?" Astrid asked.

"Till the fall." Rami says.

"You're not getting that camera back, uh-huh." "Aw, she likes you, Darius." "They dancing."

"Just give it back." "Get off me you freak!"

A boy pushes Avery, as she topples over the edge of the bridge, the crowd in the videos gasping.

"Do we have any idea who posted these?"

"Well, according to Facebook, it's two sophomore kids  and one junior from Shirley Chisholm."

Astrid looked between her three detectives, "That's it, guys, let's go, full court."

They all drove to the school, heading inside and looking for the administration in charge, who directed them to where a bunch of students were, three that had posted the videos.

"I didn't do nothing. I just took a video." a girl said, holding a pencil between her fingers as she wrote down notes for an essay.

"You watched a person get assaulted and thrown over a bridge." Lucy said.

"I didn't touch that freak show, and why is he wearing a skit, acting all -- whatever."

"Who were the guys messing with Avery?" Joe asked.

"I don't know." she said, pointing the pencil at both Lucy and Joe, "That's your job."

They walked off, as Ben and Astrid were with a teacher, showing him the video of the incident.

"This is deeply disturbing."

"Yes, it is, and three different students from your school posted those videos."

"Well," he handed back the tablet, "Let me be clear. This behavior is in no way indicative of our community. We strive for inclusion."

"We understand." she changed the video to three pictures, showing the three suspects. "Who are these kids?"

Having now got the names of all three students, Astrid and Ben headed to another full classroom, where students were throwing around pieces of paper and chatting.

"Alright, quiet." the same teacher that had spoken to them spoke to the class, as the class lessened their chatter. "Keon Williams and Markus Green, come with me."

"Why?" one spoke up.

"We didn't do nothing." another said.

"Now."

Both of them stood, walking to the teacher and out the door with Astrid and Ben following behind.

Meanwhile, Joe and Lucy were talking to another teacher.

"Why are you looking for Darius?" she asked, arms crossed in front of her door.

"It's a police matter. Where is he?"

"He was here before school began, very upset about something. I told him we could talk after lunch."

"He live nearby?" Lucy asked as the teacher shook her head negatively.

"He won't be there. He hates the projects. There is one place he likes to go." she paused, "Book Culture."

"Let's go." Joe said to Lucy as they thanked the teacher and headed off to the bookstore. Walking through the various shelfs full of books, before they spotted him sitting against a shelf with a notebook on his lap and a pencil in his hand. "Darius McCrae?"

"Hey, NYPD." Lucy parted her coat, showing him her badge. "Darius," she motioned with her hand and walked to him, "Get up."

"Come on, I-I didn't do anything." he said.

"Come on, Darius, stand up. Let's make this easy." Joe said, as Darius frowned and got up, placing his notebook in his bag.

"Yes, sir."

-

In an interrogation room, Ben rolled up his sleeves of his shirt, before supporting his weight on his hands, leaning into the suspect. "So, you're saying it wasn't your fault?"

"That tranny started it, all up in our face with, you know, being weird."

The mom next to him spoke up, "That boy goes around dressed like a girl? You should be talking to his parents, not my son."

"Well, they're in the hospital, and you're here, so think about that." he walked towards the door, opening it and closing it behind him.

"Markus, did you beat up on a girl?" the grandmother asked her nephew, who was sitting with Rami.

"He's not a girl, grandma. He's one of them he-she's." he said as she smacked his hat off.

"Wow." Rami said, Ben walking over to him.

"Acts like one, wears makeup."

The grandmother looked up at Rami, "Why would he do that?"

"That's not the issue." Rami said, "The issue is your grandson pushed a kid off a bridge."

The grandmother gasped, "You did what?"

"I didn't push him off the bridge, grandma! I swear!"

"Then you better tell them who did."

He looked down, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know."

Ben glared, "Markus, look at me." he looked up, "I know that your grandmother did not raise you to lie."

Markus was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, "It was Darius. He's a grade above me."

Right as he said that, Darius walked through the door, Joe and Lucy escorting him into another interrogation room.

"Am I going to jail?" Darius asked as Lucy crossed her arms.

"When your mom gets here we need to talk, but the best thing to do is to tell the truth."

"You want a soda, sandwich or something?" Joe asked Darius as he groaned, his arms cuffed behind his back.

"My stomach's not feeling good."

"Darius?" a voice was heard through the entrance as everyone turned to the sound of the voice.

"This way, ma'am." Ben said, escorting her to where Darius was sitting with Astrid, Lucy and Joe.

"I'm Lieutenant Morrison."

"Ms. McCrae, I'm Detective Joe Mazzello. This is Detective Lucy Boynton."

"I'm sorry, mom." Darius spoke up. "I didn't mean to do anything bad."

"What do they think you did?" the mother asked.

"A teenager was assaulted in Fort Tryon Park and is now in the hospital."

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

The mother looked at Joe and Lucy, "Darius is a good kid. He takes care of his little sister. He goes to -- to church."

"Okay, well, ma'am, we still just need to talk to him, okay." Lucy reassured her.

"But he's only fifteen." she said.

"Which is why we waited for you." Astrid spoke up, "We needed you to be here when we read him his rights."

-

"We were just talking to him." Darius said, now in an interrogation room with his mom next to him, "I asked what was up with the dress.

"So Markus and Keon were telling the truth? It was your idea?"

"Yes, but we were all messing with him, tried to lift up the skirt."

The mom frowned, "Darius, why would you do that?"

"I didn't want my friends to think I was gay."

"So you were being tough around your boys. Is that why you pushed Avery?" Lucy asked.

"No, he fell on me and I just pushed him away. I didn't mean for him to fall over the bridge."

"Then why'd you run?"

"Because it was the worst thing I ever did. I thought I killed someone."

Through the glass, Ben and Astrid were watching the interrogation. "This kid seems genuinely upset. The other two, they just think it's funny."

Astrid spoke up, hands on her hips, "Yeah, well the other two didn't push Avery off a bridge. I mean, she could've died."

"Bright side, all three confessed. We got the video evidence, we're done." Ben said, following Astrid to her desk.

"Look, the video is shaky. The kids are underage. I just don't want anyone claiming that those confessions were coerced." she sighed, rubbing two fingers on her temples. "Let's see if Avery can come in and make an ID."

"You got it." Ben said, leaving and heading to his desk, where he called the family and asked for a lineup ID. They agreed, driving over in less than twenty minutes.

They prepared the lineup, as Avery and her family arrived. Placing them in front of a glass window, Avery got up, as the boys walked in. Looking through the lineup, she pointed one out.

"Number four."

"Number one."

"Three."

Astrid knocked the correct amount of times on the glass for each suspect, before turning back to Avery. "You did great, Avery."

"They look smaller in there." she sat down on her wheelchair, groaning slightly. "Scared."

"Well, they should be, Avery." Ben said, "They're in trouble."

"Did they say why they did this to me? I'm not stupid, I wasn't being cheeky."

"It wasn't anything you did," the mom reassured her. "We need to get back to the hospital."

Darius' mom spotted the daughter and the parents, getting up from her chair. "Excuse me."

The family stopped at seeing her.

"Are you the Parkers? I'm Darius' mother." she said as Astrid approached her.

"Ms. McCrae, now may not be the best time."

Avery spoke up, slightly shifting in her wheelchair. "Hold on. I want to hear her out."

"My son is really sorry for hurting you."

"Did he tell you why he did this to me?" Avery asked.

"Avery, let's go," the mom said as her dad slightly pushed the wheelchair.

"Just wait a minute." Avery said, reaching out a hand for Darius' mother, who sadly smiled and gripped his with sympathy, "Ask him, please."

The mother and father separated both, anger coursing through them as the other detectives watched. "Okay, we need to leave. Now."

"Come on, this way folks." Joe started leading them to the doors, as Astrid watched them walk away.

Joe turned, getting Ms. McCrae's attention and escorting her to sit in a chair next to his desk.

"Wait, my son has to spend the night here?"

Joe reassured her, sitting across, "No, he's gonna be able to go home. The desk sergeant's gonna give you an appearance ticket for tomorrow in family court."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "I have work tomorrow. I'm a home care attendant."

"Well, you're gonna have to call in sick. You gotta be there."

She exhaled in frustration, looking around before nodding, waiting patiently for the sergeant to come back.

-

Lucy served herself a cup of coffee in the break room as she heard footsteps, before Ben appeared in the doorway.

"Those poor parents, right?" he asked as Lucy only nodded.

"You want one?" she gestured to the coffee as he smiled in confirmation, leaning against one of the counters opposite from her.

"Hey, Lucy, let me ask you something." he paused, collecting his thoughts, "What makes a boy decide to be a girl? I mean, is it that he likes boys? He just doesn't want to be gay?"

She thoughtfully came up with her answer as she stirred his coffee, "There's a difference between gender identity and sexuality, Ben."

"Yeah." he thanked her for the coffee, taking a sip and smiling, "You know, my parents, they think this is all about getting attention."

Lucy chuckled, "You were a 14-year-old boy once. And would you or any other boy you knew put on a skirt, if it didn't come from a real place?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "No, not a chance."

-

Joe, Lucy and Ben were at the Office of Corporation Counsel, waiting with Marcus, Darius and Keon. The counselor approached, as she turned and looked at the sitting audience.

"Good afternoon, which one of you is Marcus Green?" he raised his hand as she nodded, "Come with me please."

Joe spoke up, "Counselor, you want us inside?"

"If I need anything, I'll let you know."

She headed inside a room, as everyone waited patiently outside. Forty-five minutes later, Marcus walked out with a smug look, as she called on Keon next, Ms. McCrae confused as to why her son wasn't called before.

She waited, as Keon walked in, and walked out forty-five minutes later, a smug look adorning his mother's features, as she shook hands with Ms. Cox, the counselor.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Cox. I promise you, Keon has learned his lesson."

They walked away as she turned to Darius, who stood up and walked over, his mom behind him. Walking inside, she closed the door behind them and motioned for them to sit, explaining the deals the other boys received as punishment.

"The other boys got probation?"

After that, they kept talking, trying to figure out a suitable deal for Darius, one that hopefully wouldn't jeopardize his future. They finished and walked out, Lucy heading straight for Ms. Cox and Ms. McCrae for Joe.

"This is not fair. The other boys get probation but she wants my Darius to do three months in juvie?"

"That's what she wants. A judge still has to rule." Joe said, trying to reassure her that it wasn't over.

"She also told me that if it goes to trial, Darius could get a year. I said I wanted to talk to a lawyer but she said no one was available today."

Lucy walked over, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, that's your right. They're gonna have to wait."

She listened, before turning to Joe, "Talk to that lady about Darius. He's no thug, and he's had a lot to deal with."

"I'll do what I can."

She turned to Darius, tugging on his shirt as he stood up and headed to Joe. "Detective Mazzello, can you make sure Avery gets this? Tell him to know I'm sorry."

He walked away as Lucy turned to Joe, who opened the drawings to inspect them. "What's that, drawings?"

"It's an apology."

"Well, and it's an admission of guilt. You know, if you were Avery, would you want to hear anything that Darius has to say right now?"

Joe sighed, "My brother got the crap kicked out of him when he was a boy for being friends with a gay classmate. No one ever apologized to him."

-

Back in the hospital, Ben was with Astrid, as Avery looked happier than she was. "Darius McCrae wrote something for me?"

Astrid smiled, "He did. He wanted to apologize."

Avery's dad looked at her, "You don't have to read it if you don't want to."

She looked up, "No, I do."

Astrid handed her the file with the drawings, as she opened them, a smile on her face.

'If I could get a do-over, I wouldn't do it.'

The smile dropped from her face as she examined the drawing, her parents sharing a look of concern.

'But I wish I could erase it. I hope one day you can forgive me.'

She looked up, "Did you tell him I was into graphic novels?"

"No, we didn't know." Ben answered, as Astrid smiled.

They walked out with Avery's parents, as questions began to spill from the dad's lips. "We heard the boys took a plea, does that mean Avery won't have to testify?"

"The third boy, Darius, is speaking with a lawyer, so we should know more tomorrow." Astrid answered as the parents nodded their heads in confirmation.

"What Avery's gone through, she's a tough kid. You must be proud."

The dad smiled, "We are."

Suddenly, the hospital lights flashed, "Code blue, code blue."

The doctors rushed in the direction of Avery's room as the parents turned to each other with a look of concern. "That's her room!"

They all ran over, as the doctors began to use a defibrillator, restoring a heart beat inside her body.

"Clear!"

"My baby!" the mother cried out, catching the nurse's attention.

"Please, you have to wait outside."

"No!"

Ben and Astrid began slowly motioning for them to head outside the room, the parents wanting to make sure their daughter was okay, as the doctors worked on her.

"Check the heart.." "No pulse." "Let's go again." "Nothing." "Come on, Avery honey, stay with me." "Clear!"

-

The doctor comes out, a frown on her face as the parents break, bursting into tears and sobbing over their daughter.

Ben's growing concern escalates, as he begins to interrogate the doctor in charge. "One minute Avery's fine and then she's gone just like that?"

"What happened?"

"A fatty embolism." the doctor answered.

"Oh no. From the fractured leg, right?" the doctor nodded, as Ben crossed his arms.

"When the femur fractured, fatty globules were released. They traveled to the lungs. Death is almost instantaneous."

"So this embolism was a direct result of Avery's fall?"

"No question," the doctor shook her head.

The doctor walked away as Astrid rubbed a hand over her forehead, Ben turning to her with a disappointed look on his face.

"What do we say to them, I'm sorry?"

"Never gets easier." Astrid answered as they both walked over to where the parents were grieving, as she sat next to them, "Mr. and Mrs. Parker, I'm so sorry."

They nodded, before the husband erupted into a sobbing mess, the wife cradling him in her arms as the detectives rubbed their backs in consolation, before excusing themselves and returning to the police station, where everyone else was.

"What happened?" Rami asked as Astrid frowned.

"Avery died."

-

A few days later, they were all waiting for the results from the M.E. as Ms. Cox walked in with a blue folder in hand, Astrid walking out of her office to meet her.

"The M.E. confirm cause of death?"

"Saddle embolism to the lungs, direct result of the broken femur from the fall. No intervening cause."

Astrid sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

"What does that mean for these boys?" Lucy spoke up as Ms. Cox turned around.

"Well, Markus and Keon didn't push her. They didn't cause the death."

Rami spoke up, crossing his arms, "But Darius McCrae did."

Another lawyer walked into the station, catching everyone's attention. "Lieutenant, we need to talk about the Avery Parker murder."

She turned, nodding, "Of coourse. Kenneth O'Dwyer, meet Pippa Cox."

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Cox. You'll want to be in on this meeting too." he said, as Pippa nodded, following them to Astrid's office. "The D.A.'s office is taking over the prosecution."

Dumbfounded, Rami had joined them, as Astrid lightly tilted her head, "Now, you know Darius McCrae's only 15 years old?"

"Yes, and if he's tried in family court, he'll be charged with juvenile delinquency and be back out on the street again when he's 18."

"Wait, you're looking to charge him as an adult?" Astrid asked as O'Dwyer nodded.

"Second-degree manslaughter."

Pippa spoke up, "We can charge that in family court."

"We can, but we won't, and I want to attach a hate crime."

It was silent for a few minutes, as Astrid sighed, "Okay, wow."

O'Dwyer spoke up again, "There's an epidemic of attacks on trans persons. We have to take a stand."

Astrid interjected, "Yes, but I don't think that this is that case. Darius seems like a good kid."

"He went after Avery, he taunted her and he pushed her off a bridge."

"But you want to charge a 15-year-old as an adult?" Rami asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "He could get 20 years."

O'Dwyer sighed, "It's more like seven. And while I appreciate your sympathy for Darius McCrae, we can't wait for a more overtly evil perp. We have to draw a line."

Rami and Astrid exchanged a look, crossing their arms as they sighed in unison.

-

Lucy was visiting Ms. McCrae, informing her of the charges, as she paused her, concern etched on her features.

"Darius and I, we feel horrible that Avery died, but that was because of something that went wrong at the hospital."

"Well," Lucy began, wringing her hands together, "The autopsy showed that it was a complication resulting from the fall."

"So, what does -- what does that mean?"

"They're charging him with manslaughter," Rami spoke up, "He'll be tried as an adult."

The mom was dumbfounded, as she frowned, "My Darius? No no no.. He's -- he's just a kid."

"But the DA and the mayor want to send a message that hate crimes aren't acceptable in New York City."

"Hate crimes?" she breathed out, "The only person Darius hates right now is himself."

"I'm sorry," Rami apologized, "This is where we are."

Lucy got up from the chair, adjusting her blazer, "You said Darius was in his room?"

"You have to take him right now?"

"Yeah, he's got to be arraigned. Can you call him please?" Lucy asked, crossing her arms.

They escorted Darius out of his home and back to the police station, as they booked him in for the night, waiting to be arraigned in the morning.

-

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Masterlist

Lucy Boynton

Essence of My Muse (Lucy x Female Reader) *

You were recently hired as Lucy’s makeup artist. She was your greatest muse and soon enough, you were hers as well. 

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith (Legend)

Spectacle (Teddy Smith x Reader) *

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Mr & Mrs Smith (Gardner x Married Reader) *

A perfect house in a perfect neighbourhood with a perfect husband. A house you felt trapped in. And a husband you no longer loved. After your husband would leave for work, the highlight of your day was waiting for a certain postman to come along...

Sincerely Yours (Gardner x OC series)

One day, Gardner comes across the town’s librarian, Audrey Ezra, prompting him to begin a daily visit to the library. Rekindling his childhood love of books, Gardner became intrigued with the mysterious British bookworm he’d observe every morning.

Prologue

Chapter 1 — Something Lost

Chapter 2 — Kaleidoscopic Sanctuary

Chapter 3 — Book Binge

Edward Scissorhands

Belle & Edward (Edward Scissorhands x Beauty & The Beast crossover)

Belle, with a dreamy far off look and a nose stuck in a book, is isolated from the common folk that judge her, and dissatisfied with her life in the small suburban town. Upon exploring the old abandoned castle, far off from the town, she discovers a boy with scissors as hands, living his life all these years in the ancient shadows of the castle. A scissor-handed boy named Edward.

Chapter 1 — Little Town

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Are you drunk ::: Brian May (III)

Pairing: Brian May x OC!Adeline

Summary: Adeline and Brian are best friends who have feelings for each other. One day, she confesses her feelings for Brian and he turns it all into a huge mess. 

Word count: 4086.

Warnings: Contains smut! Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. A lot of swearing. It’s pure smut: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), fingering, oral sex (female receiving).

Notes: Alright! I couldn’t help my horny self! This is the last part and it’s basically a filthy and bad written smut! Also, I didn’t proof-read this, so there might be a few mistakes? Sorry! Hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1 / Part 2 are here!

Masterlist is here!

Brian’s long fingers traced Adeline’s lips slowly, his eyes admiring her features. The dimly lit room held a lighter atmosphere than the previous night. Brian’s damp buttoned up shirt was still thrown by the door, not entirely dry yet. Adeline noticed it when Brian stepped on it carelessly as they eagerly entered the apartment. She pushed the door behind Brian until they heard the lock click. For a moment, they stared at each other’s eyes, searching for the same feelings and desires.

“Bri, that’s your shirt,” she murmured against his lips, when he kicked it away, far from them both.

“Yeah, it’s been there since yesterday. Guess it can wait a few more hours?” he answered pressing his body against Adeline’s. She laughed softly, reaching for his chin and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“Don’t you dare complain about it later, saying all your clothes are dirty and your place is a mess,” she provoked, motioning to the piece of clothing on the ground.

“I won’t, promise.”

“I’m counting on it, because I won’t leave late at night with you to do the laundry again,” Adeline shook her head, a wide smile spread across her reddened lips.

He laughed, pecking the girl’s lips. “It happened once because my washer machine was broken and I needed those pants! But guess you had fun the last time you accompanied me? You just couldn’t stop laughing in happiness when we left the laundry shop in the middle of the night to buy a few beer bottles and you walked in the middle of the street, yelling nonsenses at the inexistent people there?”

He was right. She rolled her eyes at that provocative manner of his, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again. “You know, I had different plans for tonight. Guess I wouldn’t like to be interrupted by a trip to the laundry place.”

“Oh, is that so?” Brian smirked.

“Yes,” she answered and disentangled her body from his grip, getting rid of her heavy coat and hanging it by the door. She also kicked her leather boots off and reached the living room, staring around it. “Where’s my David Bowie vinyl?”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “By the telephone table, you always leave it there, Ali.”

“Bri, it’s not here,” she mused while he reached the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a cold beer bottle out of it. “That’s why I asked.”

“It’s not… It’s not there?” he asked from the kitchen, frowning and raising his voice so that Ali would hear him while in the other room.

“No,” she absentmindedly answered while looking around the room once again.

She approached the vinyl player by the side of the room, completely addled by the record on the platter, the head-shell barely lifted so that the cartridge was centimeters away from the disc. David Bowie’s name was imprinted on its center; the cover lay on the wooden floor.

“I’m sorry,” Brian’s soft voice echoed around the room, making Adeline turn on her heels, a confused look on her features. Brian felt embarrassed, even though he knew he needn’t feel like that. He just didn’t want her to know he had spent almost the entire morning playing and replaying it, because it reminded him of her. Cheesy. “I… After you left yesterday, I… You know, I listened to it.”

It shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? Actually, it was. Adeline had so long forgotten that vinyl at Brian’s apartment and since then, it stayed there. They ended up creating this weird habit of listening to it during the nights she would have dinner at his place, slowly dancing to the music, their bodies pressed together and hands intertwined, enjoying each other’s company. The fact was: he never listened to it alone. It was their thing.

“Did you?”

“It reminded me of you. If I had to keep one memory of our friendship, I would like it to be all the times we danced together to it,” he answered in a brittle voice, averting his gaze from the girl by the other side of the room, a slight shade of pink peppered around his cheeks. God, he hoped she couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry. Saying this out loud now sounds so fucking ridiculous. I was trapped in this abysmal state where I had lost you forever.”

Adeline ambled towards the vinyl player, slightly pushing the head-shell until it touched the record and pressing the play button soon after. The music softly filled the room, making her eyes blaze with happiness. Brian took a sip from the beer in his hands, almost cringing at how cold the liquid was.

“Dance with me once again?” Adeline asked, motioning for Brian to approach her and stretching one of her hands in his direction. That gesture buoyed him up, a cheerful yet relieved smile on his lips. He rested the glass bottle on the telephone table and paced towards the girl.

“It’s an honor,” he merrily answered, gently holding her outstretched hand and taking it to his lips in order to press a light kiss on her warm skin.

After that cheesy formality, Brian intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her close to his body, his other hand pressed against her waist. Adeline’s free hand reached his shoulders, slowly trailing it up his shirt until she reached the junction between his broad shoulders and his neck. Brian shivered when her fingers touched the back of neck, softly pulling at some strands of his hair. It had happened before, but, then again, there was something different that night. Surely, they were friends enjoying each other’s company, but there was a spark of an evident desire for each other.

He intently watched her features, slightly averting his gaze down. His brown eyes met hers as their bodies swayed timidly without leaving their spot on the living room. David Bowie’s voice echoed around the room, the cartridge slowly dragged itself through the disc, its low, almost inaudible, scratching noise reached Adeline’s ears, causing shivers to run up her spine.

“God, I love that sound,” she murmured, closing her eyes in an almost orgasmic way, lips slightly open.

Brian pressed his lips together in a thin line, watching the girl get lost in her own musical world. She would always have a dreamy smile plastered on her lips, occasionally moving them to sing along to the poetic lyrics she intensely admired, while Brian would idly conduct them around the room. He, himself, would be lost in her peaceful aura. It was beautiful. On that particular night, Adeline rested her head against his chest, humming softly along with the music while lost in her universe. Her hot yet rhythmic breath left her lips and she absentmindedly dragged her fingers up his neck, Brian’s breath hitching.

Brian’s hand that was once pressed against her waist reached her chin in a feathery touch. She slowly opened her eyes. Adeline simpered, coming out of her reverie to find a rapturous expression on Brian’s face as he inhaled deeply, his lips close to hers.

“Stay with me tonight?” he whispered, his brown eyes boring into hers, trying to dig out an answer from them. “Or not if I’m overstepping?”

“Bri,” she laughed lightly pressing the hand that was on his neck against his chest. “Why would you be overstepping?”

“I… ” he begun unsure. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s that… I just don’t know how far you’d like to go.”

His heart missed a beat when her hands reached his cheeks and her thumb grazed over his lips. “How far would you like to go?”

“A lot, to be honest,” he murmured quickly, biting his lips as though saying cursed words. His hands pressed against her waist, fingers eagerly ghosting over her shirt and pulling her closer to his body. The music softly playing was long forgotten by his brain.

“Oh, good. This actually meets my plans for tonight, you know?”

Brian smiled widely as she leaned in and pressed an eager kiss to his lips. His tongue gently entered her mouth as their bodies tangled in the middle of the dimly lit living room. Her hands were still on his cheeks, pressing themselves against his skin as the kiss deepened. Their noses bumped into each other as they changed positions, briefly breathing in. The only thing that could be heard was that filthy kissing noise mixed with the music.

“Are you still up for that whole idea of sharing the couch once more?” Brian whispered against her wet lips, saliva slightly smudged around its corners.

Her eyes blazed in anticipation. “I sure am. All night long.”

With that, Brian tightly hugged her, eliciting a surprised squeal from her throat as they staggered to the couch. She fell against the soft pillows, arms wrapped around his neck while he prevented himself from falling upon her by leaning his hands against the couch back pillows. He reached for her neck, pressing his lips against it in a chaste kiss before massaging her skin with his tongue. She hummed in appreciation, closing her eyes and taking one of her hands to his curly hair, slowly scratching his scalp.

She shivered and exhaled in pleasure as he kept biting her skin and sucking at it, reaching all possible spots that made her elicit quiet whines. Brian slowly reached the junction between her neck and her shoulder, pulling at her shirt collar to get to her collarbones. Her fingers, deeply entangled in his hair, pulled softly at his locks once again and he couldn’t contain a satisfied hum from escaping his occupied lips. Adeline’s blood pulsed through her body in eagerness. It seemed as though her body temperature had escalated at an inhuman pace as she felt hot and bothered.

“Hot in here, isn’t it?” she murmured, tugging at her shirt.

Brian slowly kneeled in between her legs as he unbuttoned her yellow button up shirt, pulling it from inside her pants, a smirk on his lips. “I can help you with that.”

The crinkled fabric of the shirt was still in his hands when he kissed down her chest. Adeline smiled, biting her lips and bringing her hands to his face, pulling him in her direction and kissing him on the lips once again. In the middle of that messy kiss, she pulled at the short sleeves of the shirt, glad to get rid of it and throwed it aside. Brian sighed in satisfaction and was quick to kiss, bite her skin and suck at it once again. His hands roamed her back in search for her bra hooks as Adeline’s hands tried to undo the buttons of his usual white button up shirt.

“How long will it take for you to undo it?” Adeline provoked Brian as his fingers lingered across her back in a totally failed attempt to find her bra hooks.

“God… I just can’t…” he complained, frowning. “I can’t concentrate on kissing you and undoing your bra. It’s too much for my brain to process.”

Adeline laughed, abandoning his half unbuttoned shirt and guiding her hands to her back, unclasping her bra. Brian quickly pulled at its straps down her arms and brought his hands to her waist as she leaned her head against the couch back pillows once again, closing her eyes. His mouth pressed kisses against her belly, tracing aleatory patterns on her skin and his longs fingers now massaged her breasts in delicate and slow movements.

His kisses traveled up her belly to her collarbones once again. Soon, his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking at it and grazing his teeth against it.

“Oh…” she exhaled in pleasure, slightly arching her back against his mouth and feeling her blood run hot in her veins, heart accelerating from the pleasure shooting through her body.

“Does it feel good, love?” he asked against her skin once again, eyes boring into hers in an eager manner to spill all of his intense feelings through them.

She quickly nodded as he pecked her lips and tore his button up shirt away. Adeline’s gaze flew to Brian’s flushed chest, a smirk finding its way to her features. She sat up straight on the couch so that her face was almost level with Brian’s, hers slightly higher. He didn’t waste time to lean forward and capture her lips once again; her hand reached his shoulder as their tongues mingled in a needy and noisy kiss. She slowly trailed her fingers down his arm, finally leaning her hand against his chest. The warmth emanating from him seemed to magnify her desire tenfold.

“God, Brian…” she uttered, lips parted in exasperation at the overwhelming anticipation to be with him, to get lost in his arms.

Foreheads against each other, both of them deeply inhaled in an attempt to recover their breaths. His long fingers tangled in her messy hair as their eyes bore into each other’s again. She laughed quietly, biting her bottom lip as she traveled her hands down his chest until they reached the waistband of his pants, wholly overjoyed after seeing a sparkle quickly cross Brian’s eyes. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as she teased him, dragging her fingers against his skin.

She reached for his neck, pressing feathery kisses against it. He sighed, leaning against her touch. She sucked at the spot right below his jawline that had him whimpering quietly. Meanwhile, his hands traveled up her clothed legs, tightly pressing his fingers against the fabric of her loose jeans. God, his fingers. Adeline let out an involuntary filthy moan as she let her mind wander to the image of Brian fucking her, fingers deep into her.

“Fuck, Ali,” Brian laughed breathlessly while eagerly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling its zipper down. Adeline bit his skin, pulling at it softly, which had him almost losing control right then and there.

“Take them off, please,” Adeline cried out, her features flushed. Brian wasn’t supposed to feel that aroused at her whimpering like that, was he?

Her pants soon joined her shirt somewhere in the living room, sighing in relief. “This is crazy, God,” she breathed out, a smile spreading across her lips. ”You are driving me crazy, Brian May.“

"Am I?” Brian laughed loudly, a contagious laugh.

Adeline smiled wider, feeling a thin layer of sweat spread across her body. Brian reached for her legs once again, intently watching her features turn from that smile into an eager frown as her eyes averted to his fingers against her skin. He spread her legs apart kissing their insides as he massaged and scratched them painfully slow, making her whimper.

Brian inched his hands upwards as his thumbs kept massaging them. His mouth pressed against her skin in torturous kisses and love bites had her shaking in anticipation under his touch. It was almost unbearable.

“B-Brian…” she whimpered.

“What is it, love?” he hummed against her hot skin, reaching for her panties. Her breath hitched as she felt his long fingers hook at its waistband and his mouth pressed a light kiss to her clit, causing her hips to buckle slightly at the sudden contact.

After pulling her panties down and tossing them away, Adeline felt a sudden wave of pleasure as his mouth worked against her folds.

“Yes,” she cried out, closing her eyes and biting her lips. His arms wrapped loosely around her hips, holding them down in place, so that she wouldn’t buckle away from him.

He pressed his tongue against her folds, dragging it up to her clit, lightly sucking at it. Adeline’s hands reached his hair, closing around his curly locks. Her eyes were still tightly shut as her back arched slightly. Brian watched her intently, her chest quickly moving up and down to her uneven breath. His tongue lapped quickly at her clit as he brought one of his fingers to her entrance, rubbing at it.

Adeline felt like she would explode at any minute, her breath knocked out of her lungs. She anxiously opened her eyes as he pushed one long digit inside her. What a marvelous sight. Brian had never heard a filthier moan than the one which left her lips, almost way too loud.

“How do you like it?” he smirked, locking his gleeful eyes with her lust filled ones. The truth was that Brian was almost losing it at the sight of Adeline lost into his touch like that. His pants were way too tight for his liking and he earned for something, for her touch.

“Come here,” Adeline agitatedly whispered, pulling at his chin to press her lips against his in a messy and needy kiss. He moaned against her mouth as their tongues tangled, smearing her juices and their saliva around.

Brian, then, pumped his finger in and out of her slowly, which had her gasping against his mouth. She closed her eyes once again and rested her forehead against his. He added a second finger, eliciting another whimper from Adeline and increasing his arousal. He increased his pace, pumping in and out of her harder and faster, making her hips buckle once again. The cold metal rings on his long fingers contrasted with her hot skin

“God…” he whispered, making her open her eyes and notice how his veins pulsed in his arms, how his body was all flushed and lost in giving her pleasure.

“Bri,” Adeline gulped, gripping his wrist as he gently pulled his fingers out of her. She sat up, pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ears and reached for his pants, feeling his cock through it. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and opened its button, pulling the zipper down as he had done with hers. “Sit down on the couch.”

Brian licked his lips eagerly and pulled his pants down in a swift motion. Adeline shakily got up from the couch, kneeling in between his legs. She pulled at his underwear and smirked at him. His cock was flushed and hard and she didn’t waste time in giving it the attention Brian had longed for. Adeline wrapped one of her hands around it, smearing his pre-cum through his shaft as she stroked him. He intently watched her, completely lost in pleasure, in bliss.

“A-Ali…” he breathed out, motioning for her to come closer. He wanted her body against his, so that he gripped her free hand in his and pulled the girl gently to sit on his lap as he reached to kiss her neck and she, once again, stroked his shaft.

He moaned against her skin and she smiled at the feeling of his lips on her once again. She slowly grinded her core against his crotch, making Brian’s hips stutter. He brought his lips down to her collarbones, to her shoulders and, finally, to her chest while pressing his fingers against her waist.

He licked at one of her nipples, causing Adeline to arch her back. The pleasure was too much for her to handle as she smeared her juices against Brian’s crotch, the friction hitting her clit was heavenly good. He kept quietly whimpering and moaning as she squeezed him hard against her hand. Her nipples were almost sore from Brian’s sucking and nipping.

“For the love of God,” she cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure. ”Please, Brian.“

He reached his hands in between their bodies, rubbing Adeline’s clit once again in quick motions. She gasped in pleasure, leaning her forehead against his chest and his other hand traveled up and down her tight.

"You want me to fuck you?” Brian murmured as his hips stuttered once again.

She eagerly nodded, shutting her eyes and exhaling heavily. He gripped at her tights as she straddled him, kneeling on the couch. He licked her breasts with a smirk on his lips as she lowered herself on his cock.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck and leaning her forehead against his shoulder. Brian threw his head back, leaning against the couch back pillow as his hands traveled up Adeline’s back in a soothing gesture. She let out a strangled moan right below Brian’s ear, which almost made him lose control.

As she slowly started to thrust against his dick, both of them would never have thought that such amount of pleasure was humanly possible to felt. Groans and whimpers filled the silent room as they got lost in each other’s arms.

“How good does it feel?” she asked breathlessly, it was almost inaudible.

“S-So fucking good,” Brian answered, massaging her tights.

Their lips met once again in another messy kiss, interrupted by whimpers and moans. Brian bit her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her groan. He thrusted his hips up to meet her own thrusts against his cock, almost sending him to another universe.

“God, Brian,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”

“I would never…” he laughed breathlessly.

She smiled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, pressing feathery kisses against his skin. Sweat ran down her forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. Brian thrusted harder inside of her, causing her to repeatedly mumble his name, completely lost in pleasure.

“That feels so good. So good to have you inside me like that,” she whispered in his ear, taking one her hands to his cheek and pressing open mouthed kisses against his face. “Harder, Bri.”

"F-Fuck, Ali,” Brian moaned.

They wouldn’t last long. Adeline fucked herself on Brian’s cock as he thrusted inside of her. She reached for her clit, rubbing her fingers hard against it, crying in pleasure, a moaning mess. She felt dizzy from all the attention her body was receiving. It had been so long since the last time she slept with somebody. So long.

“G-God!” she let out a strangled cry, intertwining her fingers in Brian’s hair and arching her back to the point where it hurt. Her other hand kept working on her clit, almost too sensitive for her to continue. “Oh, Brian… You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he whimpered, pulling her hand away from her clit. Instead, his long fingers pressed against it in an almost inhuman pace.

Adeline groaned loudly. “I’m so close! Please… Please, don’t stop.”

Suddenly, her hips violently jerked. She threw her head back, pulling at Brian’s curly locks while pressing her body against his and letting a strangled loud cry escape from her lips as she rode out her orgasm. Her breathing was uneven; her eyes were close shut as she dived in that utterly bliss. At that gorgeous sight, Brian came inside of her, biting his lips to prevent his moans to escape from them.

“I want to hear you,” Adeline whispered in his ear. He whimpered and cursed loudly as his hips stuttered and he pressed his hands against her waist.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbled as her hips jerked once again, tightening her grip on Brian’s hair. “Shit, this was heavenly good.”

“God, I need a week to recover from this,” he mumbled, taking his hands to his face and hiding it behind them. Adeline lazily smiled against his chest, silently nodding in agreement.

They stayed there for a moment, recovering their breaths and still feeling the remaining of their orgasms. Brian’s hands traveled to the girl’s back, rubbing them softly against it, while she lazily kissed his neck.

“Fuck, my legs are so weak,” she laughed as she slowly got up from Brian’s lap, reaching for her shirt on the ground and throwing it on her bare chest, leaving it open. She, then reached for her panties, pulling them on. Brian watched her in awe at what had just happened. God, it was so good.

She smiled at him, feeling her cheeks flush in a slight shade of red. She threw his underwear at him and reached the door from the balcony, silently opening it. The cold night air made her shiver as her body was still all hot. The sky was clear as she admired the starry sky.

Brian soon joined her, hugging her from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She leaned against his bare chest as both of them got lost in all those shiny stars.

“This is beautiful,” she mumbled so quietly it was almost inaudible. Those turbulent yet full of emotions couple of days had Adeline totally forgetting about the fact that she was going to wake up in the next morning without a job. But Brian was there for her and it was actually everything she could ask for.

“You are beautiful,” Brian uttered.

“Cheesy.”

“You love it.”

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Passed out. 

Joe looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw you. You definitely caught his attention while you were walking down the street. You looked at him, but didn’t smile back. You were feeling sick and dizzy, you leaned on the wall to support yourself. You were breathing heavily and closed your eyes, hoping it would just go away. But it didn’t. Joe looked at you a bit surprised, not knowing what’s happening, but he wasn’t the one to bother strangers and he just assumed you were sad, maybe after a heartbreak. But as he approached you, you only felt worse and worse and finally you slipped down the wall and fell on the ground. Joe immediately run up to you.

“Excuse me? Miss? Are you alright?” He kneeled next to you and gently squeezed your hand to see if you respond. When you didn’t, he leaned over you and put his ear close to your mouth in hopes to hear your breath while also observing your chest. It was moving up and down steadily and he could hear your breath, so he sighed relieved. He lied you on your back and put your legs on your bag and his backpack to aid blood flow to the brain. He loosen the belt you had on your dress and took his phone to immediately call 911.

He stayed with you until the help arrived. They took you to the ambulance and asked whether Joe knew you. He admitted he didn’t, but he felt weirdly responsible for you, so he asked whether he could go with you. They agreed.

After they run all the exams and made sure you’re going to be alright, they put you in a room until you regain consciousness. After some time, you finally did. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. Joe smiled at you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He asked and you looked at him trying to remember when you saw him before. He was like a fainted memory. You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry.

“Water?” you grunted quietly. He nodded and walked out of the room to try and find some water. When he did, he came back and helped you sit up and take a few sips.

“Is it better?” you nodded your head and covered yourself with the quilt.

“Why am I here?” you asked and Joe explained you how you passed out and needed to be rushed to the hospital. “And why are you here?” He didn’t have a good answer to that, other than he just needed to make sure this absolute stranger is feeling better.

“Empathy, I guess,” he smiled a bit embarrassed. “I just needed to make sure you’re going to be alright. I found you, so…” he shrugged. You gave him a little smile.

“Thank you for that. And for everything,” you put your hand on his and squeezed it gently. “If there is anything I can do for you, tell me. I’d like to repay you somehow for taking care of me.”

“Nonsense. I did what anyone would do, you don’t need to thank me for anything. And you most definitely don’t have repay me,” he replayed and pet your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad to see you’re okay.”

“I insist. Can I at least… Invite you for a cup of coffee?” you took your hand away and smiled at the beautiful stranger.

“I don’t think coffee would be good in your current situation…”

“Then dinner. Let me invite you to a dinner. Please,” you didn’t give up. “Tonight.”

“Well, I guess I need to make sure nothing bad will happen to you. My car is parked not far from here, I can take you home,” he suggested and you nodded your head. You weren’t from this part of the town, it would be a long walk home.

“Yes, and after that, I will invite you to a great Italian restaurant near my home. We’re settled,” you smiled proudly. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then. We can do that,” he finally agreed. “I’m Joe, by the way,” he smiled and reached out his hand.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and shook his hand. “So Joey, huh? That’s the name of my prince in shining armor?” He chuckled hearing that. “Joseph the Great,” you joked smiling at him.

“I’m hardly that. I’m just glad I could help.”

Soon after that a doctor joined you. When they made sure you’re going to be okay, they monitored your heartbeat and talked with you about potential causes of the fainting and how to avoid them, they let you go. You held Joe’s arm as you were walking to his car. Less of a necessity, more of a personal pleasure, but you didn’t let it be known. He opened the door for you and you thanked him as you got in.

“Can I change the station?” you asked during the trip.

“Sure,” he nodded his head and you immediately tried to find the radio station that played classic rock 24/7. When you did, the beginning of “Somebody to love” could be heard from the speakers.

“I love this song,” you smiled sitting more comfortably in your chair.

“Me too. It’s my favorite Queen song, if not my favorite song in general,” he smiled and you looked at him surprised.

“Really?” he nodded. “It’s my favorite too!” And it was just the beginning of things you had it common. You talked about movies, TV series, books, and you found out you had very similar taste. While in the restaurant, you both ordered the same meal without consulting each other beforehand.

“Of course I like that movie. Come on, it’s about dinosaurs, who doesn’t like them?” you smiled. “Like Jurassic Park. It’s a classic!”

“You like it?” he smiled and in that moment you confirmed what he already suspected to be true – you had no idea who he was.

“Oh, yeah, totally. I watched it for the first time when as a kid and totally loved it. All other action movies usually only had adults in it, this one was better, cause it had kids I could relate to,” you smiled and drank your water while he tried to hide his smirk.

“And what do you think about the ginger kid? I think he was quite lame…” he started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Take that back!” you chuckled. “I won’t allow you to say a bad word about him. He’s my biggest childhood crush,” Joe couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. The situation was just too funny for him. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he moved his napkin on his lips pretending to wipe them, while in reality he was hiding his big smile.

“No, it’s not nothing. Tell me what’s so funny. Are you laughing at me?” He shook his head.

“No, no. I’m just happy you liked my performance, that’s all,” it took you a second to realize what he meant.

“No, come on. It’s not possible,” you muttered in disbelief.

“Joe Mazzello, nice to meet you,” he even took out his ID to prove you he’s not joking. You looked at it and immediately turned red.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry! I feel so stupid right now for not recognizing you. That’s why you looked so familiar… Oh, God. Once again, so so sorry. I must still be dizzy from earlier,” you tried to justify yourself.

“Don’t worry about it. It was actually nice not to be treated differently because of my work for once. Quite refreshing,” he reassured you.

“Well… One thing I have to admit, you know how to make a great impression on a girl even without your star status.”

“I’ll drink to that,” chuckled and lifted his glass with lemonade and you clinked your glasses then both of you drank your non-alcohol drinks. “So, you had a crush on me, huh?” he chuckled quietly.

“I feel so embarrassed right now!” you turned even more red.

“Come on, it was cute!” he chuckled quietly.

“No, it’s embarrassing and you know it. Go on, tell me who your crush was…”

The conversation didn’t stop there, neither did your relation. It soon turned into a boyfriend/girlfriend situation and let me tell you, Joe loved telling everyone the story of how he “saved your life” on your first meeting. You found it annoying at first, but with time you learned to love it. After all, that situation brought you two together.

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loneliness || joe mazzello

Just a side note: this is not really a lovey dovey fic. It has some topics regarding mental health. I wrote this particularly fic because it reflects how I’m feeling right now and I don’t really have anyone to tell about how I feel so, whenever I feel like this, I just write. I feel like this is my personal fave because it’s basically me but without Joe. Hope you like it. 

Loneliness. No matter how much you’ve tried to not feel lonely and unloved anymore, that feeling persisted. Your life is an emotional rollercoaster: one day you’re on the top of the world, filled with joy but the day after you want to disappear, your presence doesn’t matter to others. You make a lot of effort to be happy and make others happy, you love when someone you care is laughing with all their hearts.

But this, this always comes to an end because life doesn’t want you to be happy, to be surrounded by friends and people who seriously love you because of your personality. You always have to put on a mask, to be who you aren’t and feel uncomfortable. 

All of these toughts had you crying to sleep last night and when you woke up this morning, after few moments of not thinking, you recalled the memories from last night, the pain of being alone. A knot in your stomach suddenly forms and you’re crying again. Don’t get me wrong, you love having time to yourself but bad friendships you had in your youth and being almost all of the time alone, made you desperately trying to search friends and people to be with.

You’re sobbing violently and shaking when your phone starts to ring, making yourself jump. You forgot you had plans with Joe this morning: a breakfast together and then you’ll see what you’ll do. You let it ring for a bit, trying to calm yourself to not worry Joe, He doesn’t need to deal with this, he has too much problems already. After you made sure you wouldn’t sound like a mess, you picked up the phone.

“Goodmorning love! Slept well?” he chirped, he sounded super excited. 

“Hey... yes. What about you?” you tried your best to sound as normal as possible.

“Oh, kind of. I think I drank too much. Well me, Ben, Seb, Rami and the others had a couple of drinks which I regret a lot now but I had a great time with them so I’m not complaining.” he rambled but you didn’t listen to one single word, not because you don’t care but you were absorbed by your own thoughts. Overthinking, you wild and ugly beast.

“Babe, are you okay?” he tried to say. No reply. “Babe are you there?” he tried again. In response, he heard a violent sob and that made his heart shutter in pieces. “No, no, no, no, please don’t cry. I’m coming over, okay?”

“Joe... please.” it’s all you can say.

After the call, fifteen minutes passed and he was finally there for you. You heard keys opening the front door and heavy footsteps, almost running, going upstairs. Carefully, he opened your bedroom door and when he saw your figure, sitting on the bed with your legs to your chest and spent eyes, he was about to breakdown as well. 

“Honey...” he said with a low tone, sitting on the bed in front of you. You don’t say anything, just hug and gripping onto him while tears stream down your face for the millionth time. Joe feels so sad and helpless, he hugs you tightly against his chest while kissing your head, rocking you gently. You both stay like this, silently, for a couple of minutes until  he heards your sobs fading slowly.

“Do you want to talk or you just want to cuddle?” he said while caressing your hair.

“I... I feel like a burden. Nobody really wants me that’s why no matter how many people I meet, I always end up alone. A-and... I feel like you’re going to leave me anytime soon. I always complain about things, how I’m always alone, I’m anything but a negative and shitty vibe. I understand now why my ex left me. I hate myself, I feel so stupid.” you mumbled in his shirt and Joe frowned; he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t want you to feel like that. He stroked a bit your hair, then cupped your face with his hands, swiping away the tears falling on your cheeks.

“Baby now listen to me okay? I know this won’t change your mind now and probably sound silly to you but it’s not true. You’re not a burden and your ex is just an asshole. You won’t believe but you’re loved. You have your family, althought things are not really good right now, but your parents and relatives love you. Lucy, Rami, Ben, Gwil, your best friend and the others love you. My friends are also yours. They love you so much. Also, you have me. I love you so much I would never leave you because of your changing mood. I’m your lover, your best friend.. you can always count on me. I know a person already said this and then they left you but I’m not that person. I’m Joe, your boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry Joe. I’m sorry I-”

“Ssh. Don’t worry.” he put his forehead against yours. You swear you would never let go of him. This precious gem. He’s so sweet and caring. Funny and adorable. Now, you were so thankful in your life to have this man as your boyfriend. He doesn’t deserve bad things in his life.

“I love you so much. I love you so fucking much Joe.” you kissed him.

“I love you too darling.”

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Dog Tags (Eugene Sledge x Reader)

Summary: Eugene flirts with Y/N, a nurse assigned to tend to him after he is injured in battle. 

Warnings: Mentions of Blood/Injury/Sickness, Non-Graphic Depiction of Explosion, Mentions of Death, Cursing

A/N: Hey guys. It’s been forever since I’ve seen The Pacific, but I got a request for Eugene, and I love that boy, tbh. I hope this is accurate enough. I know nothing about war and very little about medical practice. Anyways, I like the end result! 

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Eugene's head hurt. That was the first thing he noticed. Then the ringing in his ears. Everything was hot and white. He could feel the sticky humidity...his clothes clinging to his skin. The air had been knocked out of him, and his ribs and chest ached with every panicked breath he took. He felt like he was on fire. He cried out as loudly as his burning lungs could muster, choking painfully on smoke and fumes that clouded the air.

"Snafu!" He yelled, begging with God himself to see his friends' faces. If only, just to know they were alive. "Sid!" Mustering his strength, he bit down hard on his lip, trying to pull his legs from under the jagged piece of debris that he was pinned under. He felt something cut and dig further into his middle, and his muscles gave out. He collapsed under the weight of the metal with an angry sob. He turned his head, deciding that he'd rather not have an ever growing pool of his own blood be the last thing he saw.

His eyes caught on an ant, crawling slowly up a blade of grass.

If he was still enough, he could barely feel the exhaustion or the pain, now. The smell of dust and smoke, chemicals and war...somehow, it faded into the gentle scent of the wild flowers growing in freckled patches over the meadow.

He could almost hear Sid, laughing and calling to him as he climbed the thick branches of the old oak tree nearby. The red stickiness glazing his fingertips was merely from the wild strawberries they had stopped to pick for Miss Grace, the little old woman that lived down the street from him. She always used them in jams and pies. He could feel the breeze waving through the tall grass.

He laid there in his meadow, feeling gentle rays of sun paint his skin as his eyes followed that ant, still lazily making its way up that blade of grass. His eyelids grew heavy, and just as it had many times before, the summer breeze lulled him to sleep.

*

"M-Mama?"

" 's alright, baby. Just relax..."

His voice was barely there, his throat dry and burnt. A gentle hand ran through his soft auburn curls, pushing them back from his forehead.

"Mama, they killed me..."

There was a short silence as he felt her lay a cool cloth over his forehead.

"You're safe now. I've got you."

*

Y/N was careful as she worked. He'd been sweating from the fever, which was unyielding and high, yet he still shivered in his sleep. She moved delicately around a small nick on his cheekbone as she cleaned his face.

When he'd been found, he'd been covered in dust and blood and dirt. It obscured his features, practically camouflaging him into the debris. He was clean now, his wounds freshly wrapped and cared for, and he seemed far more human. His skin, though riddled with tiny cuts and bruises, was alabaster and smooth. It seemed even more so against the deep, auburn locks of his hair. When she was close enough, Y/N could even see a spattering of light freckles across his nose and arms.

His abdomen had been wrapped tightly, as well as his shoulder, right up to his collarbone, and his left knee. She knew he'd been shot and pinned under something for a long while. That was all she knew. That and his name, which was pressed into his dog tag.

Sledge

E.B.

534533

Type - O

T. 2/43

USMCR

She'd had to clean the blood from it before she could read it.

He stirred, groaning a little and mumbling inaudibly. Y/N tied off the end of the bandage she'd been wrapping his upper arm with. She could barely make out his words.

"M-Mama?"

Concern filled her eyes. She bit her lip.  "It's alright, baby. Just relax..."

There was a silence. Y/N grabbed her pencil, making a note in her journal before pressing gentle fingers against the pulse of his neck.

He swallowed thickly. "Mama, they killed me..."

There was twinge of pain in her chest. She knew better than to try and wake him. Taking a deep breath, she ran her finger tips over his face, soothingly. "You're safe now. I've got you." She cooed. His breathing hitched as she laced her hands in his hair, carefully pushing it back off of his forehead as she wrung out a washcloth, folding it in half neatly before laying it over his heated skin. "I'll take care of you. We'll get you home, again."  She tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. As if reacting to her touch, he took a deep, startled breath, eyes fluttering open.

She hushed him sweetly, and his tired eyes slowly fluttered shut again. Just as she thought she'd lured him back to sleep, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the infirmary, darlin'. Everything's alright."

He paused. "My friends...Sidney Phillips, Robert Leckie, Merriell Shelton-"

She gave a soft smile, "You're the only one I've got listed from your platoon."

Relief flooded his chest, and he relaxed his head further against his pillow as his eyes drifted shut. There was a long silence as he tried to sort the thoughts in his head. He glanced over at her. "You're southern."

She nodded, as he watched her tend to a gash on his bicep.

"Where from?"

"Montgomery."

He smirked, "Well, I'll be damned. If it ain't a small world."

She laughed quietly, "Where'd you learn to talk like that?"

"Mobile."  

Her eyebrows raised, amused. "Been there a few times. Never ran into you." She blushed, eyes not leaving his arm, "Would've remembered..."

"Me too." He smirked, lazily. "It's hard to forget a pretty face."

Her ears went red as she scratched something else in her notebook. She pulled a small glass object from her breast pocket, "Hold this under your tongue for me, now, before you go gettin' yourself into more trouble."

He smiled, taking the thermometer in his mouth. It made his words sound funny when he talked, "With all due respect, Ma'am, I think I might like bein' in trouble with you."

She tried to hide her smile, cheeks going even pinker, "Mouth closed, Mr. Sledge." He obeyed, grinning as he tried to relax his sore muscles. After a few seconds, she took the thermometer from his lips, frowning as she read the tiny measure.

103° F

Sighing, she placed it to the side before grazing her fingertips over the cool towel she'd placed against his forehead. It had already gone warm. She took it, dipping it back into a little bowl at his bedside. "Do you remember anything?" Her voice was softer now. She hated to ask. He was in pain and exhausted. God knows it would hurt just as much to relive it.

Her demeanor was comforting to him, somehow, as if she was trying to coax a scared cat down from a tree. He let his eyes flutter shut again, trying to go back to his meadow.

"I got hit in the shoulder. Saw someone throw something a few yards over...I knew I had to run like hell. It threw me backwards. Not really sure how far. Knocked the air out of me. I was gaspin' and chokin'. Guess I inhaled a lot of smoke doin' that, huh?" She gave a sad smile, nodding. "I was under something big. Knew it was cuttin' into me. I tried to move it, but it only cut deeper."

He could see her eyes filling with concern over his words, "You...You've got crushed ribs.-" He nodded, sighing. "-Gunshot wound to the shoulder. There's some pretty nasty gashes on your stomach and legs."

He gave a sad laugh, "No sight for sore eyes, am I?"

She squeezed the excess water from the cloth, tenderly pressing it against his cheek down to his neck, cooling the skin.

"I never said that, Mr. Sledge."

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. "Eugene." She raised her brows in confusion. "Name's Eugene. Friends call me 'Gene." He smiled at her hands as she folded the cloth again.

"Are we friends?"

"Well, goodness, I hope so. If I have to lay here, sick as a dog and practically naked, I'd rather it be in front of a friend than in front of a stranger." Y/N laughed. The sound brought a wide smile to his face...the most genuine smile he'd given in a while. He choked on a laugh of his own, his throat feeling like it'd been lined with sandpaper. Her face fell.

"Here, darlin'." Carefully, she lifted his canteen from beside the bed. "Filled it for you. I knew you'd be miserable when you came to." She unscrewed the cap, holding it to his chapped lips. It was heaven against his throat. For a while, they stayed there, focusing on letting him take little sips from the jug until it was halfway gone. He felt like a wilted plant, his lungs still burning from the smoke.

Closing the lid, she set the green bottle on the floor. "Well, Gene, my name is Y/N L/N. It's very nice to meet you."

He cleared his throat before he spoke again, "You'll have to forgive me... 'm not used to havin' such pretty friends."

She bit her lower lip, "Me either."

*

Somehow, he felt worse the second day. His fever was down a bit, but his muscles were starting to realize what he'd put them through. And his ribs...God, his ribs ached like hell.

"Bet you've got a pretty girl waitin' for you back in Mobile." Y/N mumbled, trying to distract him with conversation as she tended to his wound. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, keeping his eyes off of the stitches being delicately made across the gash in his arm.

"Would you be jealous if I did?"

She smirked, "I asked you first."

He chuckled, "Only girl waiting up for me is my Mama."

"Did you enlist?"

He yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Tried to. Took a while to get here. My dad's a doctor. He didn't like the idea. They wouldn't take me at first 'cos I had a heart murmur."

"Did you really?"

"Sure did."

"I thought your pulse was a little strange." There was a silence. She set down the needle, though she hadn't quite finished "Do you mind if I-?" She tapped her chest lightly. "I'll be gentle. Won't hurt your ribs." He nodded.

Carefully, as if she was afraid to move too quickly, she rested her head on his chest, her ear against his heartbeat. His breathing nearly stilled at the contact. He realized, suddenly, how much he had been longing to be touched. After a few seconds, she pulled back, looking as if she was trying to reel herself in. He wished she'd stayed there, longer.

"Strong heartbeat." she mumbled, toying the edge of his sheets. Her voice was quiet as she returned to her work on his arm, "Strong heart. It kept goin' even after you lost all that blood. It'll get you back home to see your Mama, again."

He smiled, looking down at his hands as a blush crept to his cheeks, "You make it beat awful fast, Miss Y/N. Think you should know that."

She opened her mouth to speak.

But then her name was called down the hall.

She met his eyes. Fighting to find words, she pointed to the door as she stumbled backwards.

Gone.

*

When he woke the next morning, she was singing to herself as she folded linens.

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. He hadn't heard singing in so long...not like this. He gazed over at her, a lazy, dreamy smile on his lips. Her voice trailed off for a second as she got lost in her thoughts.

"Don't stop, now, darlin'."

He laughed hoarsely as she flipped around, so startled she'd nearly jumped out of her skin. Her cheeks went bright red.

"Didn't know you were listenin'."

"Well, I was, and it was the sweetest thing I've heard in fifteen months, so I'd love if you'd keep goin'. Hell, I was about to ask if you take requests."

She threw a pillow case at him, hiding her smile as he chuckled. "You're lucky I don't shut that window, there, so you can't even hear the birds singin' to you!"

"Oh, now, you're much better than the birds."

She rolled her eyes, sitting down beside him on the bed and pulling a thermometer from her pocket. "Open."

"Say please?"

She shot him a look, and he took it, a playful smirk on his lips. He held it between his teeth gently, like his pipe, so that he could still make an attempt at talking.

"How 'bout I make you a deal-"

"No!" She giggled, and he couldn't help but do the same.

"Well, hear me out, now..." She raised her brows expectantly as she took the thermometer from his lips.

100° F

"Alright, here's my offer. If you sing for me, I'll sing for you."

"You've gone crazy, haven't you?"

He grinned, "Maybe. 's been a long time since I heard a pretty lady sing. I was really enjoying it."

She sighed, pouring some water from his canteen over a clean towel. She laid it over his head, "Sing me a song, then, soldier."

He smiled widely, "And what song would you like, darlin'?"

She breathed a laugh, "Whichever song your little heart desires."

She could see his dimples, now, his eyes fluttering shut as she laid the cloth over his forehead.

Some day, when I'm awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight

He took Y/N’s hand, and she laughed as he hummed the instrumental break, rolling her eyes at him.

Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight

He had a nice voice, though it was hoarse from the damage the smoke had done. He beamed the whole time, laughing through the bits where he sounded rougher.

"You're a regular Sinatra, aren't you?" She laughed.

"I never said anything 'bout singin' well, now!"

Her cheeks went pink, "Never had someone sing to me before."

"You've been with the wrong people then, sweetheart."

"Oh really? And who should I be with?"

He blushed, looking down to his hands. She gave a knowing smirk, crooning down to meet his eyes. "For the record, I think you're a lovely singer." She unscrewed his canteen and let him take a few drinks. She took a swig, too, before capping it off, which brought a smile to Gene's face. She sighed, "They Can't Take That Away From Me."

"Hm?"

"That's my favorite song."

"I'd love to hear it..." He wanted her to lay her head on his chest again.

"Gene, I-"

"Please?"  

Sighing, She took the washcloth from his head, dipping it in the water before moving to press it carefully down his cheeks and neck, again.

The way you wear your hat

The way you sip your tea

The memory of all that

No, no they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams

The way you sing off key-

Gene laughed, and she scrunched her nose at him, teasingly.

-No, no they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love. Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife

The way we danced until three

The way you changed my life

No, no they can't take that away from me

No, they can't take that away from me.

They were silent for a long time, his eyes unable to leave hers. He had beautiful eyes...deep and brown. Warm.

"That's a good feeling, isn't it?" He whispered, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What's that?" She'd long since stopped caring about the washcloth, using her position up against him, more than anything now, to caress his cheek with her fingertips. His hand held her wrist, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

"Lovin' someone that way."

She nodding a little, "Have you ever had that?"

He gave a little chuckle, thinking back, "When I was in the fourth grade, there was this little girl in school with me...Georgia Grace. I thought she hung the moon and threw the stars up there with it."

A smile drew to Y/N's lips, "Why's that?"

"I liked her hair. Wore it in two braids n' tied it with these little red bows, everyday. And she always had lace around her socks...little polka dotted dresses and shiny black shoes. She knew everything under the sun, too. Every question you threw at her she had an answer to throw right back.-" Y/N laughed softly, letting her chin rest against her wrist as he played with her hair. "-Told my Mama I was plannin' on askin' her to marry me." Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, enjoying his story. She could picture her. "I tried to sit by her one morning. She just laughed at me. Called me a carrot top. Broke my little heart right down the middle." He gave a sad laugh. Y/N's face fell. "Now, what's that look for?"

"She broke your heart."

Gene shrugged a little, his tired eyes finding Y/N's, again.

"She didn't sing."

*

"You know, one of these days, I'm gonna marry a girl like you." He said it plainly, as if it were common knowledge.

She chuckled, hiding her blush as she cleaned around his stitches with some rubbing alcohol, "Now, why on earth would you want t’do that for?"

"So, I could be around you whenever I want. Wouldn't have to wait for you to come fix me up."

Smiling, she brushed some bangs from his face, "Well, that does sound awful nice, now doesn't it?"

He grinned, "Sure does. I'd go put a ring on that finger and buy you the prettiest dress you ever did see."

She giggled, "And who're you gonna steal all that from?"

"Quit!" He laughed, shoving her, playfully. He sighed getting lost in his thoughts as he gazed out an open window from across the room. "That's how it's all supposed to be, ain't it? Nobody's fightin' with anybody else...causin' wars. Just imagine that...running off. 'd be awful grand, wouldn't it? Buildin' a little house in the middle of god knows where and putin' a family in it...What’s your favorite color?”

She quirked an eyebrow, “Yellow.”

“We’d paint it yellow, then.”

Y/N grinned,"You haven't known me two weeks, Gene."

He laughed, sadly. "Yeah, but God knows, I may be dead tomorrow. Can't just wait around for a grave to fall in."

She was halted a little at his joke. Swallowing thickly, she reached for a bandage to re-wrap his arm. "Now, don't you go talkin' like that.” His face fell a little, and he met her eyes, giving a silent apology. "Seen a lot of good men run out of time, Gene. I don't ever want to think 'bout you bein' one of 'em."

"Oh c'mon now-" He bit his lower lip, smiling as he crooned, trying to keep her gaze. "We both know I'm far too stubborn to die."

*

It was three in the morning the next time he woke, sweat glazing his face. Y/N heard him cry out.

"Gene...Gene, it's only me."

He couldn't breathe. She hushed him, running her fingers through his hair as she tried to coax him back down to her. "Y/N..." His heart rate started to slow, only to speed up for a second when Y/N walked away from his bed, in search of his canteen. "Stay, Y/N. Please." He begged, reaching a trembling arm out for her.

She took his hand. He held it so tightly, she was sure her fingers were crushed. "I won't go anywhere. I'm just looking to get you some water, alright?" He nodded, swallowing thickly as she plucked the jug from the ground. He took slow sips, his mind still racing.

"Stay with me." He repeated, eyes pleading and voice cracking as his throat tightened with tears.

She nodded, "Lie back for me, ok? Just relax." Gently, she ran her finger tips along his face. The furrow in his brow released as his muscles started to calm. Tears rolled from his lashes down to his cheeks.

"You can sleep now, baby. You're safe. Won't let nobody get you."

*

His fever was getting worse. Infection. Most likely result of the hour he'd spent, unconscious in a pool of his own blood. When the fever reached 105° F, he was taken into emergency care.

He'd only gone under the condition that she sing for him as much as he wanted when he got to feeling better. "Cross your heart!" He'd said.

It wasn't uncommon for patients to be put under closer watch. It happened nearly everyday, but her heart had sunk when they took Eugene. Somehow, she felt like she'd failed him...as if she hadn't been enough.

They'd said two or three days at the most, until his fever was down. A week passed. No word on Eugene. By week two, a pit of fear had twisted itself in Y/N stomach. She tried not to let her supervisor see it as she explained.

"A patient under my watch a while back, sir. I was told he would be placed back under my care after we managed to get his fever down. I haven't been updated."

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping back a few pages before lazily tracing his finger over a table of names. "Sledge?"

"Yessir."

He grunted in response. "The WU sent out a telegram this morning."

It felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice over her. "A telegram? Why-"

"To notify his family."

Her shock was evident. She glanced at the page in his hands, seeing nothing but a list of names, sprinkled every so often with 'KIA's and 'MIA's. Immediately, she was hit with a wave of nausea. Pale as a ghost, she whispered a hoarse "Thank you" before excusing herself.  

Minutes later, she was leaning over a trash can in the nurses quarters, trembling violently as her brain tried to process what had happened.

Gone. Twelve days, and he was gone.

They gave her his dog tag.

*

She saw him every night. That sweet, lazy smile. He was young and witty. Every time, she could practically hear his murmured heartbeat still ringing in her head. "Strong heart. It kept goin' even after you lost all that blood." She'd told him. "It'll get you back home to see your Mama, again."

So many times, she thought of finding his mother...of telling her everything. She wanted, more than anything, to apologize to her for losing him. To let her know of how much she hated herself for letting the warm, rosy color drain from his freckled cheeks.

But when she thought of facing  baby pictures hanging lovingly on walls and mantle places, stories of his childhood...What if he looked like his Mama? What if she sat Y/N down in the living room, telling her all about her son's dreams and aspirations over tea? Could she live with knowing all of the wonderful things he never got to do? She could picture his deep brown eyes, staring at her from a military ID photo, proudly displayed by his family. What if he had little sisters or brothers that missed him when he passed?

Was he in pain when it happened? Was he all alone? Did he call out for her?

Nearly every night, the what ifs of Eugene's Death and the Sledge family filled her head. When it didn't, it was Gene, playing with her hair as he rambled on about little Georgia Grace in his fourth grade class, who wore braids in her hair with red bows tied to the ends. She could hear him singing to her too, his voice rough with laughter.

God, she wished she hadn't teased him about how he'd wanted her to sing. She wished she'd just shut her goddamn mouth for once and sang to him. For months, all he'd heard were bombs and curses and screaming, yet she had been coy in fulfilling his only request of her after he'd suffered over a year of hell.

Late at night when she couldn't sleep, she stare at the dog tag laying on her bedside table and sing to him.

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love. Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you wear your hat

The way you sip your tea

The memory of all that

No, no they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams

The way you sing off key...

She'd always apologize to him for crying, as if he was sitting right there beside her. "I know I don't sound very pretty, all choked up." She'd say, wiping her face on her nightgown sleeve. "You'd think I'm bein' so silly...actin' this way." The cicadas gave their muffled reply through her bedroom window. "I wish I'd gotten to say goodbye to you, Gene." She blinked back tears, eyes burning again. "I know it's selfish of me, thinkin' that way. Probably havin' a great big party up there, all the time. Bet you don't even remember all this, anymore. Ain't got no wars up there, do they Gene? Not ever..." She trailed off, eyes falling back to the letters pressed into the tag. Sledge E.D.

"G'night Gene."

*

Her memories faded as time went on, though she seemed to be fading a bit with them. It'd only been four months since she'd been home, yet she'd long since started to see changes in herself. She'd gotten thinner. Just a bit. Barely noticeable to most. The same couldn't be said for the exhaustion lingering in her eyes. Restful sleep was a luxury now, to most.

It got colder, the leaves once again started falling to the ground, covering the earth in oranges and reds. Little things provided distraction. The war seemed so distant to Y/N as she made conversation with the milkman or watched the neighbors' kids rake piles of leaves to jump in.

She'd been getting ready for her morning classes, running behind as usual. She had only just started making up a sack lunch to take with her when she heard a knock at the front door.

'Oh goodness..." She moaned to herself, eyes darting around her kitchen for the bag of apples she'd pulled from the tree growing her the back yard. She'd promised Mrs. Elbert some once they were ripe, and she'd forgotten to run it by their house the morning before. "Coming!"

Finally, she spotted the bag, grabbing it as she ran to the door. "Now, I haven't washed 'em yet, but if you're using them for pie-"

She froze, realizing it wasn't, in fact, Mrs. Elbert.

The man on her front porch turned to the door, realizing she'd finally answered it. She dropped the bag of apples the moment she met his eyes.

Deep, beautiful, brown eyes.

Her skin went white.

"Well, I'll be damned." He whispered, a grin creeping to his lips.

Her whole body went weak and pale. "Gene..."

"Do you know how many L/N households there are in Mobile? More than I thought there'd be, that's for sure. I was beginning to think you'd just been a fever dream, Miss.-"

And then her arms were around his neck, face in the crook of his shoulder as she clung to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

He grinned, "Well, goodness gracious, darlin'."

"T-Told me you were...you were d-dead." Tears burnt her nose and as she started to tremble

His face fell, and he pulled back a little to look her in the eye, "What?"

"I went lookin' for you...when they didn't bring you back to me. They told me you...you were-" She trailed off, her brain working too hard, already, for her to find words.

"They discharged me, angel. I never got a chance to tell you. I looked all over." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't begin to tell if he was even real.

She guided him inside, leaning against the front door after she closed it. "I-I...I feel like the room's spinnin', Gene. Can't hardly breathe..." Tears welled in her eyes.

His brow furrowed, "Come're, Darlin'...careful now."

He had her sit on the couch, lying back against the arm rest. "Let me get you a glass of water, alright?"

"Gene, you don't have to-"

"You took care of me for a good long time, sweetheart. Let me help you just this once...Please."

The water did help. Somehow, it seemed to clear her head. She took his hand as she sat at her side on the couch, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

"Now...isn't that a bit better?" Gene gave a small smile as she nodded. He wiped the tears from her face, gently, with his thumbs.

"I swear, 's like I'm seein' a ghost, Gene. I feel like I've gone crazy." There was a silence. Slowly, as if not to scare him off, she brought her fingertips to his face, gently grazing them over his cheek as she cradled it. He leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm.

"You're not crazy..." She was close enough, now, to see the light dusting of freckles across his nose. He swallowed thickly as she ran brushed her fingers around a scar on his forehead. Eyes not leaving hers, he leaned back a little, fingers stopping at his collar to unbutton his shirt down to his rib cage. He slid the sleeve off of his shoulder, revealing a scar over his bicep where she'd given him stitches so many months ago.

And then there was his other arm, a small, silvery pink mark to the left of his collar bone, no bigger than a quarter. A gunshot wound.

"There's quite a few of those." He mumbled, not looking at the two scars. "The one over my stomach's awful." Timidly, she lifted her hand, trailing over the lines that been forever carved into his alabaster skin. "They make me sick t'my stomach sometimes...remindin' me of all I've done." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she crooned down to meet his eyes. She tucked a strand of auburn hair behind his ear. He glanced up. His eyes widened, realizing, only now, how close they were. For a split second, his gaze dropped to the curve of her lips. He hoped she hadn't noticed. She noticed. She could feel the heat of his breath fanning over her.

"Miss. L/N..."

There was a silence. Her voice was barely a whisper, "Yes, Gene?"

He swallowed thickly, "I think you're the prettiest thing I ever laid eyes on."

Her breath hitched at his words, forehead pressed to his. Y/Ns eyes fluttered shut.

"Then, kiss me, Gene."

He held her jaw, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone as his lips grazed hers.

There was a knock at the door.

They both froze.

A grin crept to Eugene's face, and he laughed breathily.

"Expectin' someone?"

Mrs. Elbert looked suspicious when Y/N opened the door, mumbling something about how she, "Thought she'd be in class, by now." Y/N didn't miss the woman's pointed glance around her living room. "My daughter saw a boy hangin' round your front porch this mornin'. I sure hope you haven't brought 'em inside. Wouldn't want the neighbors to talk." With that, Mrs. Elbert thanked her for the apples, and trotted down her front lawn, her heels digging into the grass.

Y/N sighed, as she closed the front door. Before she could say a word, Gene's lips were pressed against hers. She hummed contently as his large hands held her face, and he backed her against the front door.

His kissed her like he'd never get to ever again, his tongue grazing against her lower lip as their movements deepened. She loved the way he smelled...like pine and books. His rough, callused hands fell to grip her hips, tightly, her blouse riding up a bit over her stomach.

But then their movements slowed, starting to soften and sweeten. Y/N's muscles relaxed. 

She thought of her tears. She thought of every crack that had splintered inside of her when she lost him, and then, she let Gene kiss it better, again.

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