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Long Time Coming ~ Part 9

My Blurb: This is a longer one. I could have done two chapters but you guys have been so patient and waited long enough!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. You own nothing, I don’t give anyone permission to post this anywhere.

Summary: Bucky had waited a long time to find an Omega. When Pepper introduces the team to her new assistant he knows shes the one.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes X OFC Omega Carina Rivera

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics

Status: In Progress

Tagging: @ashes-writing | @pioched | @littlemissthistle | @pizgloria | @casa-boiardi

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“Make sure the door is locked, keep your cell phone on you, not in your purse, on your person. If you need something off the compound, have it delivered to security, don’t leave…”

“Don’t leave the compound. Bucky, I will be fine. There’s nowhere safer than this compound right?” Carina kissed him after cutting him off. “And you’re only going to be gone a few days right?”

Bucky sighed, but nodded his head. They had spent the past two weeks holed up in Bucky’s, well now both of theirs apartment. The others had nauseatingly called it their honeymoon phase. The morning after he had claimed her, Carina woke up alone in bed to a bang and whispered cursing. Pulling on one of Bucky’s shirts and some sweats she had left their bedroom to find Sam rubbing his thigh while Bucky and Steve moved boxes around the living room. Upon closer inspection the boxes had been haphazardly packed with the contents of her apartment.

When she had mentioned that she could have helped if he had woken her, he had simply shrugged and mumbled something about “Tony needed the other place” before heading off to get the rest of her stuff. That night she had marked him and he had worn it openly and proudly at every opportunity.

They had heard the news the day before that Brock had somehow escaped and been spotted near a suspected Hydra facility in Venezuela. Bucky hadn’t been on a mission since he had claimed her but Brock’s escaping and joining Hydra had been an “all hands” call that he couldn’t ignore. He didn’t like the idea of leaving her but she should be safe here. He waved his hand at Fury who was yelling at him to get on the Quinjet, before kissing her and jogging over to the entrance. She stood with Pepper on the helipad and he watched her until she was out of sight.

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Waving to one of the tech's walking the opposite way, Carina stretched her arms and followed the trail. Waking up without Bucky by her side, combined with feeling the physical distance through their bond made her anxious so she had opted to try out the walking trail that wound around the compound. It had recently been extended and she had been itching to try it out.

Breathing deeply she enjoyed the fresh air as she continued on. Despite it being a nice day, she had only seen the tech on the path. Checking her phone, she smiled at the background picture of her and Bucky before sliding it back into the pocket on her leggings and continuing onward. As she approached an area where she could just make out the tall concrete and barbed wire fence that surrounded the compound, she heard a yowling sound accompanied by a low whine. It was coming from the edge of the treeline just off the trail. Looking around, Carina couldn’t see anyone nearby.

Her phone felt heavy in her pocket, Bucky would want her to let someone else take care of it, not go charging into the forest on her own. Biting her lip she looked up the trail again, still no one. Pulling her phone, she frowned when she saw the no service signal flash. Tony must not be aware of a dead spot on his compound. The poor animal made another pitiful moan and Carina’s omega instincts kicked in. She scented the air carefully, she couldn’t let whatever it was suffer the time it would take to run back and find someone. Not smelling anyone but herself and a mix of animals and nature she slowly headed towards the sound. Eyes focused on locating the injured animal she didn’t see or hear the shadow until it grabbed her, one arm covering her mouth while the other plunged a syringe straight into Bucky’s mark on her neck.

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“Lower level clear. Ow, fuck.” Bucky yelled, one hand leaving his gun to clutch Carina’s bite.

There was a mutter of sounds on the coms before Steve’s voice rang out. “Buck! You good? On way to your location.”

A few minutes later Steve rounded the corner to find Bucky leaning against the wall, hand still pressed to his neck, a look of pain and worry etched into his features. “Bucky, what’s wrong?” He yelled, looking for injuries.

“It’s our mating bond, something’s wrong.” Bucky grunted, pushing himself off the wall. “It feels like lava is being injected into the mark. I have to call Carina.” He accepted Steve’s help as they headed towards the jet.

Once outside, Natasha met them looking uncharacteristically worried. “There’s nothing here, we’ve run all the scans. The perimeter is fortified but that’s it. It’s a dud.”

Tony appeared from the jet, pausing before meeting Bucky’s eyes, “It was a distraction. Carina’s missing. Pepper said she went for a walk on the trail but her phone is going straight to voicemail and the location isn’t pinging anywhere. I launched a search of the compound but no one has found any sign of her yet.”

“We’re leaving now.” Bucky whispered but the coldness in his tone made everyone glance at each other nervously as he stalked towards the jet.

“Bucky, we need to figure out a plan.” Steve tried but Bucky whirled around cutting him off.

“Brock has my mate Steve, my omega, he set all this up to get me away from her.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Where I wouldn’t be there to protect her.” His voice cracked at the end and Steve nodded, gesturing everyone to the jett.

The jett was a flurry of activity as Clint pushed it as fast as it could go and calls were made to the compound and surrounding area to track down any footage in the area.

“We don’t know for sure it was Brock, do we? Bucky should be able to use their bond and find her anyway, right?” Pepper’s face was worried on one of the screens.

“Who else could it be? We were called away because we thought he was out here, who else would know the best way to get her from the compound?” Bucky snapped, ignoring the warning look Tony shot him.

“Normally yes, Bucky would be able to use their bond” Dr. Strange interrupted, “But what he described sounds like they injected her with something to start dissolving the bond. It will immediately start weakening their conn….” he was cut off by Bucky’s roar of anger as he stalked towards the weapons.

“I made Brock a promise.” His voice was lethal as he loaded a gun.

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Carina groaned as she slowly came to. There was a bright light shining in her eyes but when she went to shield it, she realized her hands were bound. Turning her head to the side she whimpered as pain erupted from her mark.

“Ah good, you're awake.” Carina blinked again, squinting to see a figure step into the light, shielding her eyes but making him hard to see. He reached to a table off to the side and grabbed another syringe. “Just in time for another round.”

This woke her up and she tried to move away but found her feet bound as well. Thrashing to try and loosen them only caused him to laugh. Stepping fully into her line of vision she gasped when she saw Brock standing over her. “This isn’t possible, you were in Venezuela. They saw you there.”

“They saw my very convincing body double there. But he’s long gone. In fact you’re little friends are probably encountering our surprise right about now.” Brock laughed, leaning over her and catching her neck as she tried to thrash away from him. He was too strong though and she stifled a scream as he jabbed the needle into the mark, injecting her quickly with what felt like molten lava.

“What…what is that?” She gasped, gritting her teeth against the pain.

Brock smiled, tossing the now empty syringe on the table before taking a seat. “Well, with Bucky out of the way thanks to the little surprise we left them at the empty compound, I thought it would be easier for us if I started dissolving your bond to him.”

“What little surprise?” The way he said “us” made her skin crawl but her mind caught on to his earlier statement.

“A completely unidentifiable bomb, none of their scans will pick it up but it should be enough to take out a super soldier…or two. He tacked on with an evil grin.

A sob broke from Carina before she could stop it as she desperately searched their bond for Bucky. She had been able to feel him the last couple weeks, almost like his heartbeat was right next to her own but now she felt nothing as a wave of sadness overwhelmed her.

“There there now, just a few more injections and all this pain will be replaced with our bond. None of this would have happened if Bucky hadn’t stolen you away in the first place. But I will fix all of it. We can grow old together happily carrying out Hydra’s wishes.” Carina was horrified at the conviction in his voice, as if her relationship with Bucky was a minor inconvenience that he could sweep away.

“Where are we?” Carina stifled her emotions and sniffed the air, trying to get an idea of where he had taken her. She had no idea how long she had been out and there were no windows in the room.

“Far away from New York, where those pesky Avengers won’t be able to find you.” Brock smiled before standing and heading out a door. The click of the lock bolting filled her with dread. Bound in a locked room, far away from home, Carina hung her head as tears escaped down her face.

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It had taken three days for them to find any hint of where Carina could be. It was like she had vanished into thin air. Three days of feeling the agonizing burn through their weakening bond. Strange had informed him, from a distance, that every time he felt it meant she was likely receiving another dose. That thought had pushed Bucky harder than anything to figure out where she was. He has scoured the trail, finding the spot her location had last pinged from had uncovered a small speaker along with her crushed phone. Guessing she had been drawn off the trail by sounds from the speaker they searched the nearby area and discovered a tunnel made under the fence.

Much to Tony’s chagrin the area had managed to be cloaked from their radar, creating a dead spot that went undetected. Tracing the equipment had led them to the only break in the case. The company that made it was suspected Hydra so they pulled all the surveillance they had from the company. Combing through it they found a video of a man who, while heavily disguised, they were pretty sure had been Brock.

Tracking a trail of information on the vehicle had led them to a cabin nestled in a secluded forest in Idaho. Despite his desire to go in guns and fists blazing, Bucky had let Steve and the team do a sweep of the area. With their knowledge of the cloaking device Brock had left behind they were able to get through it and realize the cabin was just for show. It led to an underground bunker, where they assumed Carina was being held.

Knowing they had surprise on their side gave Bucky enough patience to wait as well. When they had left Venezuela, another team was sent in to destroy the base so it couldn’t be used in the future. They had found a bomb that would have taken out the whole team. Hoping it would cause Brock to lessen his security, Pepper had made a public statement that the former Winter Soldier, James Barnes had perished in the blast.

“Heat signatures look like a handful of mercenaries, they aren’t expecting us.” Natasha lowered the binoculars, turning to look at Steve and Bucky. Bucky had wanted to go alone but had finally relented and allowed Steve and Natasha to join him.

Cocking his gun Bucky nodded, “Take out whoever you want. Brock is mine. If anything happens, get Carina out.” He locked eyes with both of them before proceeding towards the cabin.

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A series of thumps above her head drew Carina out of her head. She had become aware at some point that she must be in a basement and that Brock wasn’t the only one in residence. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in this room but it felt like days. Brock came regularly. He refused to untie her after she had lashed out when he let her use the restroom. Since then he fed her by hand, it made her skin crawl but she had to keep up her strength somehow. He had offered to let her shower if he could join her but she had adamantly refused even though she was filthy.

The room was sparse including only a bed, table and chair. Most of her time was spent in the bed since her feet were still bound and the pain from the injections usually made her exhausted. She was glad for the sleep though, the agony of being awake knowing that Bucky was gone was overwhelming. Brock had barged in triumphantly slamming a newspaper down in front of her. A picture of Bucky on the front along with a release from Pepper’s office. She had sobbed, not even fighting Brock when he had injected her again.

Carina shuddered as she heard footsteps outside the door, jumping when Brock burst in looking pissed and waving a gun. He pulled her to her feet, practically dragging her out the door, a string of curses tumbling out of his mouth when he realized she couldn’t climb the stairs with her feet bound. Pulling a knife from his pocket he cut the ropes and pushed her up the stairs.

She stumbled up them as his gun dug into her back, she couldn’t use her hands and her legs were sore from being bound for days. Reaching the top, he shoved her into a small room and she gasped seeing Steve and Natasha taking out two guys, there were several other bodies on the floor. They must have heard her because they both turned and stepped towards her but stopped when Brock pressed the gun to her temple and pulled her back against his chest.

“Let her go Brock, we aren’t letting you take her.” Steve’s voice was full of authority.

“She belongs to me, I was going to make this nice for her. But you two have forced my hand.” Carina tried to resist as he pushed her head to the side with the gun and lowered his mouth to her neck. She felt his hot breath and saw the shock on Steve & Natasha’s face but then a loud shot rang out. Brock went down, pulling her with him. Natasha and Steve were there in a flash, Steve was pulling Brock off her while Natasha pulled her away from him, quickly slicing the ropes on her wrists. Her eyes were locked on the door as a figure stepped through and headed straight towards Brock.

“You don’t have to do this, we can take him in.” Steve said it softly, as if he felt he needed to but didn’t agree with the sentiment.

Brock growled through clenched teeth and fury flashed in his eyes as Bucky pulled a pistol from his hip holster, “I made him a promise once, touch my omega again.” Bucky aimed and pulled the trigger, everyone but him flinching as the shot echoed and Brock dropped with a thud.

“Bucky?” Carina sobbed as she tried to get to her feet, her legs giving out immediately. He dropped his gaze from Brock and hurried over to her and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m here,” he kissed her forehead as her face crumpled and she fell into his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. “Let’s go home.” Carina nodded in his arms and wrapped herself around him.

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Sex Ed (Part 2.)

Summary: Reader’s friend gets a lesson on how to give a blow job

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 3.5k ⚠️Warnings⚠️: SMUT!!! If you’re a child, please, I’m begging you, go away. 18+!! Oral (Male receiving), two seconds of fingering, penetrative sex (P in V), unprotected sex, public bathroom, a mirror is involved, self eye contact idk, squirting, I mean obviously harsh language, if I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: It’s finally here! Part 2! I feel like the into is a bit long for those who only clicked for the spicy action, but I enjoy it.

MASTERLIST Part 1.

Family Video had been pretty empty all day. You were hanging around the store with Eddie as Robin and Steve worked.

“Kieth said people can’t just hang around the store without buying stuff.” Steve spoke over his shoulder as he was putting away a few movies.

“Yeah, well Kieth can suck my dick.” You retorted, ruffling Steve’s hair. You were browsing a few shelves while you waited for Robin to finish up with a customer. “Plus, another friend asked me to meet up with her here, so we’re waiting.” You shrugged.

“Who is this friend anyway?” Eddie’s voice could be heard from the next isle over.

“Well we met a few months ago at wedding and we instantly became friends, but when the end of the wedding came along we never swapped information. Luckily for us, though, we reconnected again just last week at a coffee house and she said she wanted to hang out so we made a plan to meet here, today.” You spoke quickly, browsing some of the shelves.

“Wow, sorry I asked.” Eddie popped around the end of the isle, going behind Steve and ruffling his hair.

“Would you guys quit it with the hair?” Steve groaned, standing up from his squatting position and raking his hands through his hair trying to fix it.

“Nope.” You chuckled, walking around Steve who was protecting his hair. You made your way to stand near the front desk with Robin, as the other two boys followed like lost puppies.

Suddenly, the door opened, causing the bell to ding. Everybody’s eyes landed on your newest friends, Erin, who came bounding over to the front counter.

“Hey! How are you?” You greeted her with a big smile, which she did not return. She looked a bit upset.

“I need advice.” She spoke, with a little pout.

“About what?” You straightened up a bit at her request.

“It’s my dumb boyfriend.” She huffed, leaning herself against the counter between you and Steve.

“What did he do?” You rolled your eyes at the idiocy of men before rubbing her arm to comfort her.

“He asked me to-“ she cut herself off and looked around at your friends who didn’t seem to be paying any attention.

She leaned in a bit closer and whispered to you.

“He asked me to give him a blow job.” She looked back at your friends to see if they heard her, which it looked like nobody did.

Even if they hadn’t, they certainly did after your response.

“So? I give blow jobs all the time.” You spoke nonchalantly with a shrug. All eyes landed on you as you picked at your nails a bit.

“Jesus, (Y/n), don’t just say that out loud.” Steve spoke with a bit of shock. Robin slapped on Steve’s shoulder giving him a scowl.

“Why can’t she? She shouldn’t be ashamed of her sexual history.” Robin finished her statement with a ruffle of Steve’s hair.

“That’s not what Im saying.” He argued back.

“Well it sure sounds like it.” Robin fired back.

“Ok, well the problem is,” Erin started, rolling her eyes at Steve, Robin, and now Eddie, who were not all bickering, “last time I tried to give a blow job…” she traveled off, not wanting to finish her sentence. “Ithrewuponhisdick.” She mumbled so quietly you couldn’t understand her.

“What?” You moved a bit closer to be able to hear.

“Ithrewuponhisdick.” She was a bit lifer this time, but you still couldn’t understand her.

“I threw up on his dick!” She shouted, now, loud enough for anyone in the store to hear. The arguing that was occurring between your friends had halted and they were all looking at Erin. With an embarrassed blush creeping into Erin’s face, she looked to you.

“It’s okay, no worries. I’ll teach you.” You rubbed her shoulders as she looked down at her feet.

“What?” She asked meekly, making eye contact.

“Yeah, what?” Eddie looked around Erin with an interested look on his face.

“I’ll teach you how to give a blow job and not throw up.” You repeated a bit more confident this time.

“Okay, cool.” Erin smiled, and pushed off the counter.

“I’m gonna need at least two bananas.” You spoke to Steve, who was the only one legally allowed to drive at the moment, who rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys to go to the store for you. “Thank you! Appreciate you!” You yelled to Steve as he walked out of Family Video and got into his car.

“Okay, so now we just wait for him?” Erin questioned, wandering over to browse the isles.

“Yep.” You chirped, hopping up to sit on the counter, reading Robin’s magazine over her shoulder.

Once Steve had returned from the store and tossed a bag of bananas at you, you called Erin back over to the counter.

“Okay, so, first things first, you don’t ever want to use your teeth for anything. And so mean anything. No teeth.” You spoke, reaching into the bag and grabbed two bananas.

Handing one banana to Erin, began peeling the one in your hand.

“Now, show me how you suck a dick.” You rested your hands on your lap, everyone now looking at Erin.

“Now? I’m front of your friends?” She questioned shyly.

“Yeah, they’re cool. Don’t worry. I need a baseline to know what you’re working with.” You encourage her, giving a big smile.

She awkwardly held her peeled banana up to her lips and looked at your friends before she stuck the whole thing down her throat. Immediately she started to gag, so she pulled the fruit out of her mouth and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Okay, I see the problem.” You took the banana from her and placed it on the counter, everyone giving it a horrified look.

“Okay. What did I do wrong?” Your friend asked with a bit of a heavy sigh.

“You went all in. It was too fast. If you’ve ever done anything sexual you’ll know that that’s really not that way to approach things. Start slow, then go further.” You explained. “I’ll show you.”

You held up the banana and licked from the bottom to the tip before slowly placing just the tip of the fruit between your lips. You slowly pushed the banana further into your mouth, pushing it in and out. You made sure to pull back a few times and focus just on the tip of the banana.

“See? A little bit at first, then do more. And whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you can use your hand to pump the rest.” You demonstrated a bit with the banana before placing it right next to the discarded banana from before.

“Jesus.” Steve whispered under his breath with wide eyes.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie spoke with a similarly star struck look. You just gave a coy smile and giggled.

“Ok yeah, I can do that.” Erin smiled back, with a bit more confidence in her tone.

“And if all else fails and you feel yourself start to gag, just squeeze your thumbs into your palms like this.” You held up your right hand and tucked your fingers around your folded thumb, squeezing.

“How would that help?” Steve chuckled, disbelievingly.

“Trust me, it helps.” Eddie spoke before he realized he had said anything.

You all gave him confused looks, and once he realized what he’d said he grew a strong blush.

“Shut up.” Eddie pushed himself off the counter and made his way, quickly, to the bathroom. Everyone let out a slight chuckle, and they went about their business. You spent a few minutes talking with Erin, and catching up, before Eddie approached you. He wordlessly grabbed your wrist and dragged you away to the back area near the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, quietly.

“Um, remember the other day? In the supply closet?” His face was close to your face as he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up as you remembered the events from last week in a certain supply closet at school.

“I believe I do.” You cleared your throat a bit, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“Well, I remember you said you just couldn’t stop thinking about me, and how you wanted me to finger you, and when you said that I couldn’t help but think it was a bit funny, but now, after seeing what you did to the banana, I can’t stop thinking about it and I have a massive boner that I can’t seem to make go away. I know we never spoke of the closet events, but now I am, and I’m begging you, (Y/n), please I need you to help me out.” He spoke quickly and quietly, grasping your shoulders. You let his words process for a moment before you pushed on his chest, causing his back to open the bathroom door.

You looked around for a moment before following him into the one stall bathroom, locking the door behind you. You turned to face him, who hadn’t yet processed what was going on.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You placed your hands on his hips, pressing him against the counter and smashing your lips onto his.

He hands came up to cup your cheeks as yours went to his belt. You opened the handcuff shaped buckle and popped open the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper.

“Are you sure?” Eddie’s hands grabbed your shoulders, holding you back to look at your eyes.

“Yes, are you?” You shoved your hand down the front of his pants, palming his already hard dick through his boxers.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure.” He groaned at the feeling of your hand against him. His hands gripping the edge of the counter.

You pushed his jeans down to his knees as you sank down onto yours. You couldn’t help but be a little turned on at the pain you felt on your knees due to the hard tile of the bathroom floor.

You could see the outline of his hard cock through his tight boxers. You ran your tongue up the bulge, earning a hiss from Eddie above you.

You wrapped your fingers around the waistband of the boxers and slowly pulled them down, holding eye contact with Eddie. Once his dick was free from the confines of the fabric, you realized just how big it actually is.

Still holding eye contact, you licked you gathered your spit in your mouth to spit it into your palm. You grabbed his dick and started stroking it, very slowly.

You ran your tongue along the bottom of the shaft, just as you had done to the banana just moments ago. You rolled your tongue around his bright red tip, focusing on the small slit that was oozing precum.

With Eddie starting to breath a bit heavier, you wrapped your lips around the head of his throbbing cock and started to take him further into your mouth little by little. You used one hand to stroke the base of his cock and the other was planted firmly on his hip to steady yourself.

Your head bobbing progressively got faster and deeper, and Eddie’s groans of pleasure got louder and breathier.

His hands gathered all your hair into a messy ponytail. He held your hair with one hand as the other went back to gripping the counter with white knuckles.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned, using your hair to guide you on his dick. Your hand was still stroking what you hadn’t fit into your mouth.

You pushed his further down your throat, feeling a bit of tears forming in your eyes. You took a breath in through your nose before taking as much of him as your could down your throat. Your eyes pinched shut as you could feel his hand tightening his grip on your hair. He held your head against him without even realizing it. You managed to open your eyes and look up at him through your dark lashes. His eyes were screwed shut and his head thrown back. His jaw was dropped, but sadly no noises were falling from his lips.

Sure, you had sucked a few dicks before, but none as big as Eddie’s. You could feel yourself starting to gag a bit as he hit the back of your throat. Before you gagged, however, you remembered your own advice. You squeezed your thumb in your palm, as tears slid down your cheeks.

Eddie’s hold had released you from deep throating him, but he still pushed your head up and down on his dick, his hips thrusting forward a bit, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels good.” He practically growled. He looked back down at your, seeing your makeup was now running down your cheeks. Both his hands came to your cheeks, pulling your mouth off his dick, as he wiped your tears away.

Trying to catch your breath a bit, you used your hand to continue pumping his cock. You could feel the ache in your core just from being on your knees in front of this man. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache.

“Eddie.” You spoke, a bit of a scratchy sound to your voice now.

“Yes, darling.” His hands were still cupping your face, wiping away s bit of spit that had dribbled down your chin.

“You can totally say no if you want,” you began, standing in to your feet, pressing your chest against Eddie’s. “I want you to fuck me.”

His breath got caught in his throat at your words, but you spoke with full conviction.

“Who would ever say not to that?” He spoke, once he found his breath again.

He grabbed your hips and pressed you against the counter now, face the mirror.

Using once of his feet, he kicked your legs a bit farther apart, lifting your black dress up to reveal your black tights covering your lack of underwear.

“(Y/n)? How attached are you to these tights?” Eddie whispered, pressing his dick against your ass and his chest to your back.

“I have like ten pairs at home.” You shrugged, not understanding the questions.

“Okay, good.” He gave you no warning, he just grabbed the thin material and ripped it open, revealing your glistening cunt.

“Already so wet. Did you enjoy my cock stuffed in your mouth?” His hands were gripping your waist, bending you over the counter so you had a closer look at yourself in the mirror.

You nodded, grabbing the edge of the counter as Eddie had done previously.

“Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.” He landed a harsh smack to your ass, as he ran his fingers through your wet slit.

“Yes. I loved sucking your cock.” You whined out, pressing your ass against his hand.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/n).” He ran and hand along your spine, arching your back a bit more.

“Your fingers. Stretch me out for your huge cock.” You wiggled your ass a bit, desperate for him to touch you.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Without hesitation he pressed two fingers into your hole, thrusting them in and out slowly. A moan fell from your lips as his fingers never seemed to miss that spongey spot that made you go feral.

“Fuck yes.” You pinched your eyes closed, clenching around his fingers inside of you.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself get fucked stupid.” He grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled your head up to look at yourself. His other hand pulled out of your dripping pussy and grabbed the back of your thigh. He hoisted your leg to rest against the counter and he shoved his whole cock into your hole without any warning.

A strangled moan fell from your lips as you could feel his dick all the way in your stomach.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to the size of his cock before setting a ruthless pace, pounding his cock into you, completely taking your breath away.

The only sounds that filled the room were the sounds of Eddie’s hips hitting against your ass and your heavy panting.

Your eyes traveled from your own in the mirror to Eddie who was already string at your reflection. Without halting his thrusting, his hand in your hair yanked you to stand with your back pressed against his chest. He let go of your hair to to reach around and grip your cheek, forcing you to look at yourself.

“Look at yourself, not at me.” He spoke, roughly. Once you were looking back into your own eyes, the hand he had on your cheek wrapped around your throat.

The sight of his slender fingers, alone, adorned by multiple bulky rings wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly caused your stomach to tighten. Your gaze fell quickly to his other hand placed on your hip, holding you in place, using his grip to forcefully fuck into you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, having too much going on to focus on at once. Your hands still gripping the edge of the counter you were pressed against, you focus on the feeling of Eddie’s cock sliding in and our of your clenching pussy. You focused on the tight grip he had on your hip, and blood rush to your head from his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Open. Your. Eyes.” Eddie spoke lowly, directly into your ear.

“I can’t. Too much. Gonna cum.” You could barely get out two words at a time as your teeth clenched together.

“I won’t let you cum unless you watch yourself do it.” His hand left your hip and, instead, reached around you to start rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Fuck!” You tried not to scream, but you felt too much going on at once. Your orgasm edging closer and closer.

Using what little energy you had left, you forced your eyes open to look into your reflection. They were red with black tears rimming the underneath.

“Good girl.” Eddie’s pace quickened, if that was even possible.

“Shitshitshit!” You tried biting your lip to hopefully stay quiet, to no avail.

“Gotta quiet down.” Eddie groaned into your ear, squeezing your throat a bit tighter.

Eddies circles on your clit sped up, as your orgasm flooded your body.

“Oh my, God! Eddie!” You practically screamed as your pussy clenched around his cock. You could feel yourself gushing around him, as your body practically convulsed.

You knew you could squirt, you’ve done it before. Only by yourself, though.

“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!” You cried out, Eddie’s hand moving from your throat to cover your mouth. Eddie thrusted into you a few more times before his hips halted. You could feel the hot streams of his cum coating your walls as his hands gripped your hips even harder. He let out a groan into your ear before resting his forehead against your shoulder.

He carefully set your leg back down on the floor, letting you gain some balance before he pulled his cock out of your sensitive pussy. You still held the counter as he grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe away the mess you had made between your legs.

Running your hands over your cheeks to clear off the black streaks all over your face, you turned around to see Eddie adjusting his belt.

“So, uh,” You started, fixing your dress a bit.

“Yeah.” Eddie added, a bit awkwardly.

“That was,” You brushed your hair a bit with your fingers.

“I know.” Eddie did the same, trying to tame a few wild pieces of hair.

“So, they definitely heard, right?” You spoke quickly, playing with your fingers a bit.

“A hundred percent.” Eddie smiled a bit, wiping away a bit of makeup you had left behind on your cheek.

“Shit.” You chuckled, awkwardly.

“It’s okay, who cares what they think?” He shrugged, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door.

“You’re right. We’re both adults. Who cares?” You took a deep breath before following Eddie back to the main area of the store.

Everyone was huddled around the counter, whispering to each other before Eddie cleared his throat, letting everyone know you were both standing right there.

They all paused what they are saying to look up at you. You gave them an awkward smile and wave before walking over like nothin every happened.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with little winks from everyone, silently telling you they knew exactly what you had gotten up to.

You just shook you head and smiled, knowing Eddie thought about you just as much as you had thought about him.

That was a win in your book.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post this. I kept writing and rewriting. I couldn’t get it exactly how I wanted, and I wrote this like paragraph at a time. A large portion of this was written while I was under the influence of massive amounts of THC, but it’s okay. I also didn’t proof read this or even read it, so if it suck, that’s my bad.

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Love Beyond the Lies

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Three years ago, Jake Griffin was killed right in front of Clarke, but the killer let her live. She was just about to start college to eventually run Arkadia Engineering, and would have done so beside her father and Thelonious Jaha. After he died, she vowed to keep going with their plan, despite a brief moment of uncertainty. Now, she is a senior and will inherit the business after graduation. Clarke's best friends, Wells, Raven, and Murphy make it their goal to get Clarke to have more fun this year before spending the rest of her life drowned in work. Through this plan, Clarke meets Bellamy Blake. He is mysterious, sexy, and vaguely familiar. They hit it off, and Clarke finally starts to live for more than school and the future. She goes out with her friends, starts officially dating Bellamy, and simply has fun. It's something she hasn't experienced since her dad died. Then, before graduation, she discovers unsettling information regarding her father's murder. It wasn't just a random act of violence, and the killer is much closer to Clarke than she realized.

All the artwork from the image is made by the wonderful @underbellamy-deactivated2023100 (who looks like deleted her account, but I am not taking credit for her work.)

Guys, it’s done. I’ve finally finished this piece, and I can honestly say I am pretty proud of how it turned out. I would love feedback, of course, but I’m just glad it’s done. I really hope you all enjoyed it.

I officially have no more WIPs anymore!

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Stevenson Square, Manchester.

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48 hours until I meet Chris Evans!!!

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Long Time Coming I Chapter 13 I The Man

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader is given an award. Jamie is supportive

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: Some sexism hehehe

A/N: Plot plot plot! But there's some of my favorite jamie x reader moments in this one. Next is Amsterdam!!!!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

I woke up alone. Now this was something I was used to at this point. Ever since Jamie had started doing his early morning runs with Roy, we hadn’t been spending as many nights together. Not that I liked it, but it was something I was getting used to.

My alarm went off at 6:00, as per usual. I did some yoga, showered, then was brushing my teeth when I got an unexpected text from Rebecca. It read:

Please come to my office when you get in today.

Hm. That was an unusual text to get from your boss at 7:30 in the morning. I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d done to get a talking to. Yeah, it hadn’t been a great month for us, but it wasn’t anything I’d particularly done.

I finished up with my skin care and decided to head into work early to get whatever this was over with. I arrived at the club not much later, waving at the caretaker as I walked in. The walk up the stairs to Rebecca’s office felt excruciating.

But when I arrived there, it wasn’t just her. I opened the door and there was Higgins, Keeley, and Ted sitting in front of her desk.

“Good morning, guys,” I entered approaching the group. “I didn’t know it was a party.”

“(Y/N)!” They all greeted in unison.

“Ah, that wasn’t creepy at all!” I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.

Rebecca motioned to a third seat. “Please, take a seat.”

I took off my backpack as I sat, holding it in front of me. “I’m not getting fired, am I? Oh my god, you’re firing me?”

“What? Oh heavens, no!” Rebecca dismissed, shaking her hands. “Why on earth would you think that.”

“Well, its all of you here, and I just walked in and thought it, I don’t know!” I shook my head. “If you’re not firing me, what are you doing?”

They all exchanged looks excitement filling their eyes.

“Oooo go on! Tell her!” Keeley insisted, clapping her hands.

“Tell me what?”

“The anticipation is killing me!” Higgins chimed in.

“What anticipation?”

“She doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her!” Ted added.

“Please just tell me what’s going on before I kill someone!” I was practically shaking at his point.

“Oh, alright,” Rebecca addressed me finally. “(Y/N), the league is honoring you with Coach of the Month!”

The group all cheered as I took in the information.

“We have a press conference this afternoon,” Keeley told me. “We’ll brief you on everything you’ll need to do but we are just so excited for you!”

“Couldn’t be happier for you,” Ted smiled. “You’re part of what makes this team great!”

“Of course, she is! I hired her!” Rebecca hummed proudly. “I always knew you’d be great.”

I frowned. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. They kept talking at me about what was going to happen. An interview, a photoshoot, a magazine cover but all it sounded like I was underwater. I had to get out of this room.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and leaving without so much as a word. I hurried down the stairs and outside into the car park. Why was I so upset? Why couldn’t part of me just be happy about this? I heard the door open behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.

“Look, now I know emotions are a subjective thing, but I don’t know usually there’s at least a smile when you get a cool award.” Ah Ted. Just the person I didn’t want to see right now.

I shook my head. “Please, Ted. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Now, I’m confused. What exactly aren’t we doing?” Ted asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“This!” I shouted, pointing between him and me. “You giving me some anecdote about how I’m good enough and how I earned this because you and I both know that isn’t true.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“I know why Rebecca hired you.” The statement hung in the air. The truth behind the whole operation at Richmond. The secret I’d overheard in the coach’s office at the end of Ted’s first season with us. “And it’s the same reason she hired me.” Ted paused, nodding his head. I couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the situation. “We both know that I was hired because she thought it would make us lose.”

Rebecca, so overcome with her hatred of Rupert, hired Ted and Beard and I because she thought it would make the worst coaching team. We would drive the team into the ground ruining Rupert’s favorite team. This was something I tried to ignore but since finding out it seem to legitimize some of people shouted at me on the internet and what Max had said to me before I left. I wasn’t meant to be here. I wasn’t saving the league. I was just a girl pretending to know what I was doing.

“Now, (Y/N), I don’t know what you think you heard but-“

“Please cut the bullshit, Ted,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve worked really hard to get past it, but I don’t deserve an award when I’ve done nothing to earn it.”

Ted’s mustache twitched. “You’re right. Rebecca hired both of us to make some point to Rupert. That is true. But something else that’s true is that you’ve consistently proved her wrong at every turn.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ted held up his hand. “Now, you might not see it, but Beard and I and even Roy, we all depend on you to keep this whole thing afloat.”

I let out a breath and wipe at my lips as I stare at him. I certainly hadn’t been feeling like that recently. Since the West Ham match, we’d been on a losing streak, and I’d been so in my head about all of it that I couldn’t do my job.

“I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore Ted. And this Coach of the Month is just another bullshit excuse for me to know that I’m not meant to be here.”

All I could hear in my head was the sound of my failed dreams and Max’s taunts and the paper missing the bin over and over and over again.

“Hey (Y/N),” Ted’s voice appeared much closer than I thought he would be. “Do you remember that puzzle metaphor I told you about?” I scrunched my face up, nodding my head. “Well, that metaphor has a lot of different meanings. Maybe you should try to put it together again.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell me what you mean for once, Ted?”

“I mean,” He chuckled at my frustration. “You’re stuck in a rut, yeah? So, instead of trying to put the puzzle back together the same way over and over again… maybe you were putting it together the wrong way. Maybe you need to… try something new. And maybe…” He nudged me, forcing me to look over at him. “Maybe you should let someone help you put that puzzle together.”

I still didn’t get it. Well not fully. But I think I understood the gist of it. The funny thing was as we were staring at each other, Roy and Jamie came running up. Jamie smiled at Ted and I coming to run in circles around us.

“Mornin’ Coaches,” He smiled, starting to run in place.

“Tartt! You’re not done yet! Get to the training room and start lifting.” Roy followed up; a bit slower.

Jamie groaned loudly. “I ain’t even stopped or nuthin’. I were just sayin’ hi.”

“Go!” Roy barked, pointing towards the door.

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically before shooting Ted and I a wink. Roy shook his head as Jamie made his way inside, seemingly off to the training room.

“Mornin’ Roy, good training with Jamie?” Ted asked Roy.

“As good as it can be,” Roy grunted. “What are you two doin’ out here?”

Ted looked over at me, motioning for me to tell him. I shook my head at him, grunting that I wouldn’t. Ted hummed back that I absolutely would and that we wouldn’t leave until I said it. I let out a huff.

“The leagues giving me some bullshit title of Coach of the Month that doesn’t actually mean anything but they’re making a big deal out of it,” I informed Roy finally.

He grunted is a way that sounded vaguely positive. “Good for you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Alright.”

The day was filled with Keeley throwing me through the PR wringer. What to expect, what to say, what not to say. I wasn’t super excited about it, but Ted’s words were rolling around in my head. I hated puzzles. I’d never liked them. I thought I’d figured out Jamie’s puzzle but now there was another puzzle. When would it end.

“Okay, the most important bit is the press brief we have this afternoon. They’ll bring in you and some of the lads to talk about you as a coach,” Keeley told me, writing down some notes.

“What will they be asking?” I questioned, trying to look over her shoulder.

“Oi don’t be looking over my shoulder,” she reprimanded, shouldering me away. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’ll ask you probably your normal annoying questions about being a woman, but also about the team and such.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t hear them asking Pep what it was like being bald why do I have to talk about being a woman.”

“That’s because no one cares what it’s like being bald,” Keeley pointed out, giggling. “Being a woman is actually interesting.”

“Is it really?” I rolled my eyes. “So, uh… what guys will be coming to talk about me?”

Keeley hummed as she flipped her notebook shut. “I dunno, I was gonna ask to see who wanted to later. Do you have anyone in mind?”

Yeah. Yeah, I did. “No, I don’t want to force anyone to do it.”

“Sure. And Ted is gonna introduce you, of course.”

“And this is all happening tomorrow?” I pushed out of my chair. I’d already waisted the whole day, I at least wanted to get to the end of training.

“Yup!” Keeley smiled at me. “Don’t stress, you’re gonna be great.”

I shot her a sarcastic smile. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love it. It’s gonna be amazing.”

…

Later that night, I was resting in Jamie’s lap. I felt goosebumps spreading over my body as Jamie’s hand stroked my stomach lazily. On the TV, an episode of New Girl that I’d seen hundreds of times played but I wasn’t really paying attention.

“Jamie…” He hummed, letting me know he was listening. “Did they tell you about this… Coach of the Month thing?”

His face broke out into a smile as he looked down at me. “Yeah, it’s great, innit? So, fucking proud of you.” He tightened his grip around my waist, shaking me proudly.

I found myself blushing at his praise. Even though I thought it was kind of stupid, Jamie being proud of me was affecting my happiness a little too much.

“Yeah… I guess… I don’t know what I think about it,” I admitted, rolling so I was looking up at him. He cocked his head, motioning me to continue. “I guess, I just don’t know if it’s because I’m a good coach or if it’s because I’m a woman or whatever.”

Jamie scrunched up his face pursing his lips in confusion. “What… why would they do that?

“I don’t know to make themselves look better?” I sighed, lifting myself off his lap and leaning forward. I ran a hand through my hair. “I just… I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in front of all those people and talk about myself.”

Jamie leaned forward so his shoulder was touching mine, stretching his neck so he could try and rest it on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at him.

“’m trying to comfort you, you daft idiot,” he explained, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

“You’re acting like a cat,” I crowed, trying to push him off of me. But he wrapped his arm around mine arm pulling me into him, rubbing his cheek all over my shoulder and neck. “Stop!”

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up into his lap, pulling me so I was sitting on him.

“Look, whatever happens tomorrow, just know that me,” he pressed his cheek into mine. “And the rest of the lads know how amazing you are. Not just as a coach but as a person. But especially as a coach.”

I giggled, pressing back into him. “What about you Jamie? How are you feeling about playing Man City this week?’

He shrugged. “My stats level up against Man City. They’ve played well this year but we’ve got the ability to win.”

“No, Jamie… I mean,” I turned around, so I was facing him, my legs now straddling his waist. “How do you feel, like you.”

He frowned, his nose scrunching up in a way that was far too cute for one man. “I feel… uh… I feel fine.”

I reached up and rubbed the space between his eyes. “I don’t think you do babes, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning his neck back. His neck was so exposed, it was so tempting to just… lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. I looked up and decided to play a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed him, right on the bottom of his neck where the skin sunk in a little bit. He hummed, the vibrations tickling my mouth.

“Jamie, baby,” I murmured, kissing up his neck, finally finding his Adam’s apple. He groaned in response. “C’mon, I want you to talk to me.”

“Can’t talk when you’re kissing me like that,” he croaked, his voice deep and gravely. So, I stopped, pulling away from him completely. “Hey! Wait!”

I started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me closer to him. He buried his head in my neck kissing me furiously. I shrieked grabbing onto his hair to tug him back.

“Jamie, if you talk to me I’ll give you the best blow job of your life,” you waggled your eyebrows at him.

He whined, cracking his neck back and forth before slouching back. “I feel… fine. I guess. Haven’t heard from me dad in a while. It’s not like… I’m afraid he’s gonna be there but not knowing is worse.” I nodded at him, rubbing his collarbones. “But fuckin’ Zava’s probably gonna take the attention anyways.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s okay to be worried about your dad but… we’re at home. We’re on your turf. He doesn’t even need to be allowed in if you don’t want.”

“I’m not gonna ban me dad,” Jamie grumbled. “I just… want to know.”

I nodded again. I gave him a satisfied smile before pulling him down into me to make good on my promise.

He wanted to stay over that night, but I insisted that I wanted to maintain my regular routine for the next day. But laying in my bed that night, staring up at the fan, I wished he was there with me.

I arrived at the club early. Like 6:30am early. The groundskeeper had barely arrived by the time I got there. But I was nervous. I’d been able to avoid press conferences, manage photo events and stay in my lane for the most part but today it was all on me. And why was I wasting a day doing this when we had out Man City game this weekend, I’ll never know.

“Oh, my god, how long have you been here?” Keeley asked, handing me a coffee as she walked into the press room.

“Since 6:30, I couldn’t sleep,” I told her accepting the drink gratefully.

Keeley clicked her tongue at me soothingly. “It’s gonna be alright, you’ve got this. I just want you to be yourself up there, yeah? We’re starting with the photo shoot first today, the press conference will be this afternoon, when the boys are free.”

And that came faster than I expected. After a long day of cameras and poking and prodding I was left staring at the door of the press room. I could practically hear it, the flashing of the cameras, I could feel it, the stares of the journalists waiting for me to slip up, waiting for their next scoop. Ted was in there right now, talking me up. I picked at my thumbs, trying to steady my breath but I was struggling to find it. I felt like my head was buzzing, and that my heart was moving at a thousand beats per second. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the now blinding florescent lights.

Suddenly arms were wrapping around me, holding me so tight. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.”

Jamie. I immediately latched onto him. I didn’t care if we were in public, I didn’t care if someone from the press room got a peak at this, all I cared about was Jamie’s steady heartbeat helping me regain my control.

“There you go,” He murmured, lips brushing against my temple. “Just breath, love.” I did as he instructed, finally finding the control of my breathing. I let myself blink my eyes open and look up at Jamie. He smiled at me, brushing some of the hair out of my face. “There she is.”

“Hi, Jamie,” I squeaked at him, resting my chin on his chest.

“You know it’s kinda nice seeing you be the needy one for once,” he said to you.

I gaped at him, scoffing. “Don’t say that, I’m having a panic attack and you’re gloating?”

“I gotta take it where I can find it,” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple, his lips lingering there. “You’re gonna be amazing in there.”

“What if I’m not… what they want?” I croaked. “What if I mess up or do something stupid.”

“It would be right funny if you did that!” You gasped and hit his chest. “Hey! That hurt. I’m just sayin that you could become a meme.”

“Jamie!”

“Alright, alright, jus’ there’s no way they won’t want you cause… I mean you’re everything there is to want,” Jamie noted, as if it was easy, as if it was simple.

I felt that breathless feeling again but this time it wasn’t because of panic, it was because of Jamie. I smiled with my lips tucked, looking between his eyes before reaching up and kissing him. He kissed me tenderly, softly. In a way that made me hum in contentment. I probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for the next intrusion.

“Oi!” Roy’s voice made us jump apart. “If the two of you want to keep this a secret, then you better stop kissing in the fucking hallway.” He growled as he marched towards us. “Tartt, go get changed you’re gotta be in there in 5 minutes.”

I looked over at Jamie surprised. “You’re coming to talk about me?”

“Obviously?” He stated, rolling his eyes. “Even if we weren’t dating, you’d still be my best friend.” I just about melted at that one.

“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh,” Roy groaned loudly, grabbing Jamie by the arm and starting to drag him down the hallway. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I laughed, covering my face as I watched them go. Then the door to the press room opened and Keeley poke her head out.

“You ready, babes?”

I watched Jamie disappear into the locker room and I felt that tell-tale flutter in my chest. I felt okay. I was going to be okay.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

She pulled me into the room as Ted was finishing up his speech.

“(Y/N) (L/N) has overcome incredible odds. And she has done it with a smile. So, without further ado, it is my honor to present you with (Y/N) (L/N)!”

I walked up on the stage to scattered applause. I waved hesitantly sitting down in front of the microphone. As I did, they all flooded the stage putting up their own recording devices. My eyes darted around the room at the different reporters until they landed on the back of the room where Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, and Keeley stood. I nodded at them, glad to have some friendly faces in the room.

“Uh… hi! I’m (Y/N) (L/N)…” I started, looking around to focus on someone. How did Ted do this? “I’m happy to be chosen as the Premier League’s Coach of the Month. Uh… does anyone have any questions?’ Immediately the room exploded as all their hands raised up. “Um okay you, in the front row.”

“Hi Ms. (Y/N)-“

“It’s Coach (L/N).”

“As a woman, what do you think the league can do to work on intersectionality across the teams?”

I furrowed my eyes brows. “That question doesn’t even make sense.”

Again, the hands raised, everyone calling out my name. I pointed to someone in the back.

“Coach, do you think being a woman has enhanced your ability to coach men or made it more difficult to understand the difficulties of being men in sports?”

“That’s like two questions shoved into one and the answer is no.”

“Coach (L/N), when you applied for the job here at Richmond did you do it to prove a point?”

“What? That’s not-“

“Where do you think the feature of the league is in terms of gender equality?”

This was going about as well as I thought it was going to be. I let out a frustrated sigh as they continued to shout questions at me. In the back of the room a door opened and in walked Colin, Sam, and Jamie. Colin waved at me, crossing his arms at his space in the back. I looked across the back of the room, at Ted and Keeley, Colin and Sam, and Jamie. The people in my life that made this possible. That made me possible.

“Okay, okay, everyone listen up,” I announced, hitting my hand on the table. The room went quiet. I shot Keeley an apologetic glance before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t take this job because I wanted to make some big statement about feminism or gender inequality or intersectionality. I took the job because I wanted to play football for money, just like any of the lads on the team.”

“And if you really cared about gender equality, you’d be talking to the many female coaches that coach the women’s league. Or the many female players? Why don’t we talk about the wage inequality when the women win more games? That’s what you should be asking me about!”

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. The reporters were all silent until one, Marcus Adebayo, raised his hand.

“Yeah, Marcus,” I called on him.

“Coach (L/N), how do you feel about Richmond’s chances against Man City on this weekend?” He asked, pen at the ready.

I paused for a second, let out a huff. “Thank you, you know Man City has kept us down for a long time, but I think our chances look good.”

…

Our chances were not good. The game was bad play after bad play, the boys were just not at their best. You wanted to blame it on Zava, the bastard decided to retire without telling anyone and didn’t even show up to the game. It was depressing and everyone felt it.

“Yeah… it was tough out there today,” I said to the reporter after the game.

“You are Premiere League’s Coach of the Month; do you feel like there was something more you could have done to secure this win?” The reporter asked bluntly.

“That’s somewhat of a redundant question. I’m an assistant coach. I do the best I can, but the boys are the ones who need to win, and they just didn’t have it today.” I replied, shrugging. “That’s all I have time for, sorry.”

I left the reporters with a small smile and started towards the locker room running a hand through my hair. This had been tough, and Keeley hadn’t been able to show up. Something about Shandy and a baby lamb and a lot of poop. I’m sure I’d hear about it more later. But for now, I walked into the depressing atmosphere that was the locker room.

I looked around the room, the boys sat silently in their despair. Jamie sat on the floor in front of his cubby like he did when he was upset. I glanced over at Bead and Roy who gave me a pair of sad smiles back. I looked over at Zava’s empty cubbies and frowned. I hated Zava. To come here and bring these boys hope then abandon them without a word I’d never be able to forgive him for that.

“Gentlemen, Hey,” Ted Emerged from the office. “That was a tought on tonight. Okay? Man City has still got our number. That… that’s all right.” The boys murmured a sad response. “We’re gonna get another crack at them later in the season. Uh-huh. Coach,” He addressed Beard. “No practice tomorrow yeah?”

“That’s right”

“Okay, well, I’ll see y’all on Monday,” Ted finished starting to turn around.

“Hey, hey. Hey Coach!” Sam spoke up. “What about Zava? He quit the team.”

I looked back over at Ted, wondering the same question myself. Ted sputtered a moment before answering. “Technically he retired from the whole sport, which does make it feel a little less personal, yeah? You know, like if, uh, your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soul mates.”

Again the boys grumbled a response, something about Gina Gershon was in the mix but it was mostly positive. I thought Ted might end it there, but he didn’t.

“Look. I hear you, okay? Zava is gone. And You what? I think it’s a good thing.” I perked up, interested to see where he was going with this. “Well, I do! Okay, look. Do I wanna win? Heck yeah? But I also wanna do it with folks that wanna be here.” I nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. “It’s not like we could handcuff him to his locker and make him love us.”

“We could have tried,” Dani cried from his spot. I could help but let out a chuckle, knowing that he really meant it.

“Hey, guys, look,” Ted regained their attention. “We got a good thing going here. Alright? We didn’t need Zava. Yeah?” Ted looked over at Jamie who nodded. I felt my heart warm knowing Ted was using Jamie’s words to encourage the team. “All we need to win are the fellas in this room right now. And all you fellas need to do is believe it.”

Just as he spoke the believe sign behind him fell, the torn pieces revealing themselves. The boys all starting clamoring shouting in fear.

“It’s a sign!” Bumbercatch shouted.

“That’s it. We’re doomed,” Colin agreed.

In the moment it was hard to disagree with them. Things hadn’t been great recently. And this just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

“Hey, knock it off, okay? We’re not doomed. No one is doomed,” Ted putting his hands up to calm everyone. “But, Bumbercatch, yes, you’re right. It is a sign. I agree.” He took down the two pieces and ripped them in half. I felt myself reaching out to stop him, not even knowing I was doing it, but surprisingly, Jamie’s hand on my leg stopped me. I looked down at him and he nodded towards Ted. “Belief doesn’t just happen cause you hang something up on a wall. Alright? It comes from in here.” He pointed at his chest. “And up here,” at his head, “ and down here.” At his stomach.

“Only problem is, we all got so much junk floating through us, a lot of time we end up getting in our own way. You crap like envy, or fear, or shame.” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. I knew he was right, I’d been letting my fear and shame of who I was get in the way of my happiness. Of my abilities as a coach. “I don’t wanna mess around with that shit anymore. Do you?”

We all shook our heads, some of the lads responding with a ‘no’, or a ‘no, coach’

“No, me neither. Hell no. Well, you know what I wanna mess around with? The belief that I matter, you know? Regardless of what I do or don’t achieve. Or the belief that we all deserbe to be loved. Whether we’ve been hurt or maybe we’ve hurt somebody else.”

“Or what about the belief of hope? Yeah? That’s what I wanna mess with. Believing that things can get better. That I can get better. That we will get better. Oh, man. To believe in yourself. To believe in one another. Man, that’s… that’s fundamental to being alive. And look. If you can do that, if each of you can truly do that…” He ripped the sign in half again. “Can’t nobody rip that apart.”

With that he walked over to the middle divider and slapped the ripped-up sign down on top of it.

“See y’all, Monday?”

The whole team responded with a ‘Yes, Coach’ before turning back to their cubbies to get ready to leave. But I stayed there. Staring at the broken sign. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. And this team, these people, they helped me believe. Come what may, this whole room had my back.

…

I was still thinking about it as I arrived home that night. I didn’t expect Jamie to come over, it’d been a long day and he was waking up early still to do extra training. So, when he knocked on my door, I was surprised.

“Jamie? What are you doing here.” I asked him, pulling him inside.

“I wanna tell people about us,” He answered quickly. My eyes widened. “I know why you’ve been wanting to keep it a secret and I get that; I do. But… what Ted said today I just… I believe in us. I believe in you making me a better person and I don’t… I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know if I was ready yet for the whole world to know. For ours to become theirs. I loved Jamie, I really did but what if it changed too much. Or worse, what if people tore us apart. Luckily Jamie continued speaking before I could answer.

“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to put it out there.” He nodded at me before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go now.”

And he was out the door.

Fuck.

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seizethenightagain2 · 2 years

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Can’t wait for Charlie’s upcoming appearance in She-Hulk back in his most iconic role.

It’s been too long. 😮😮

Rockin the new look. 👍👍

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lovemesomechenford · 1 year

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Starting Forever Now

Summary: Tim and Lucy got married. This is the story of how Mid Wilshire finds out they were dating in the first place.

Author’s note: This is the first fic I’ve ever written in my life. I got introduced and then addicted to exclusively reading Chenford AO3 and Tumblr blogs a year ago, and haven’t stopped reading since. I’ve had so many ideas and definitely offered up some prompts from time to time for other writers, but this is my firstborn. I thought of her (I guess it’s a her lol) in the shower early today and haven’t been able to put the idea down. I really hope y’all love reading the fic as much as I loved writing her. I decided not to beta her, so any advice on my writing is greatly appreciated. Kudos and comments are always welcomed as well.

Also posted on AO3: here!

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Lucy goes into Adam Watch Commander Sergeant Grey’s office to request for a bunch of forms, including change of address, notification of a inter-departmental relationship, update on dependents, and change of badge name. Sgt Grey is hesitant and downright confused because last he heard, Lucy had broken up with ADA Sanford. Not sure why she would need any of these forms, especially since she’s single? Just then, a knock on his glass office door breaks him away from his thoughts. Looking up, he sees that it’s his Roaming Field Sergeant and longtime friend, Tim Bradford. Waving him in, Wade asks Tim if he knows anything about Lucy’s name change.

“Sergeant Bradford, Officer Chen was just telling me about needing a name change. Know anything about that?” Grey asks with a raised brow.

Tim and Lucy turn their heads to look at each other and smile softly before turning back to the Watch Commander. “Yes, sir.”

“And???” The older man waits.

“We got married—” “It’s Bradford—” They offer simultaneously. “Sir.”

“Oh. ” Before Grey can continue, he is interrupted by Lucy who is eager to explain.

“Sir, I can assure you nothing happened while Tim, Sergeant Bradford, was training me. Or when I was his aide. This change in our relationship is… recent.” The younger officer offers with a blush on her face.

“Oh?” His intrigue is peaked. “How recent?”

“I asked Lucy out on a date while you were in New York with Luna two weeks ago.” Tim pauses before saying, “and we had our first date the night after her first shift as a Detective Trainee.”

“And the name change and address change is for… ?”

“We got married on Monday.” Tim declares as he turns to look at Lucy with a marshmallow smile on his face.

Sergeant Grey can’t help but look a little stunned.

“Wow.” Sergeant Grey clasps his hands and walks towards the newlyweds to shake their hands, “Congratulations are in order! Although I have to say, that is a very fast turnaround. You’ll both definitely need to fill out a bunch of disclosure forms. HR and IA will both be in contact to ensure nothing improper occurred, but it shouldn’t be too much of an issue seeing as how Detective Trainee Bradford is no longer under your command Sergeant Bradford.”

“Thank you, sir.” Both beam. Once Tim and Lucy have shaken Sgt Grey’s hand, their hands hands drop to their sides and find each other to intertwine.

“Lucy, you need to update your dependents?”

“Yes sir, I do.” Lucy replied.

“Me too, please.” Tim added.

“If I can ask, who are you both adding?”

“Tamara, sir.” Lucy says before continuing, “We legally adopted her on Monday. We want to add our daughter as a beneficiary and emergency contact. Just in case. That way she is protected should anything happen to either or both of us on the job.”

“I understand. Luna and I love her - she is such a smart bright young lady. Congrats you two on your first addition to the family.”

“Thank you, Wade.” Tim says bashfully. “We love her very much.”

Sergeant Grey pulls out a file from his top drawer and grabs a few other forms from his filing cabinet.

“Okay, just complete those forms and get them back to me by next shift. HR and IA will probably reach out by end of week.”

Tim takes the pile of papers from the Watch Commander and opens the file jacket to find that the disclosure form is nearly complete, only missing their signatures and some dates. “Sir?”

Grey chuckles and crosses his arms. “I’ve been waiting for two years now for you and Ch- Bradford to start dating and disclose. I saw it coming from miles away. The two of you seemed to have that spark from the get-go and Tim here has been smiling a lot since Lucy joined Mid-Wilshire. Never thought you would go get hitched so quickly though.”

Lucy bashfully tilts her head downward in slight embarrassment. Her left hand, however, remains grasping Tim’s right.

“When you know your forever is staring right at you, why wait another day?” Tim says, looking down at his blushing wife. Lucy raises her head to gaze lovingly at her husband.

“Alright then. Congrats again. Dismissed.”

~~ MEANWHILE ~~

“Hey Angela! Have you seen Momford?” Tamara asks cheerfully as she walks towards Detective Angela Lopez in the bull pen at Mid Wilshire.

“Momford?”

“Yeah, Lucy? She texted saying she’s working in the precinct today and asked if we wanted to grab lunch at the food trucks. Have you seen her around?”

Lucy Chen was offered the Detective Trainee post by Detective Sergeant Caradine last week after providing valuable input on a bunch of open cases. She was stunned at first but eagerly accepted. It was a huge boost for her career. To no one’s surprise, she was thriving in the position. She brought a fresh air to the D’s Desk, and everyone loved and respected her - even veteran detectives listened when she spoke.

“Uhh I think she just went to see Sgt Grey.”

“Okay! Do you mind if I wait with you?”

“Not at all, kiddo” Angela responded, wrapping her in a side hug. “I do have a question though…”

Angela is so confused. Momford? Since when did Tamara call Lucy “mom”? She starts to ask the younger woman about it.

Tamara’s been calling Lucy “mom” to her friends for a long time now but only recently said it directly to Lucy herself. Lucy’s been someone she looked up to and felt protected and loved, especially after her so-called former friend killed their other friend. As Tamara continues to explain, it suddenly strikes Angela that the second half of the name is “-ford”. As in Brad-ford? TIM BRADFORD?!?!?! WHAT THE HECK?!

Angela’s clearly been in her head for a bit longer than she realizes because Tamara is looking at her like she’s suddenly grown two heads.

“Wait hold up, Tamara. The “mom” makes sense and is super sweet but why do you call her Momford? Why not Momchen or something? Lucy’s last name is Chen after all.” Angela inquired as she sipped her coffee.

“Um no it’s not.” Tamara answers exasperated.

Angela chokes on her drink and it comes sputtering out of her mouth. Tamara hands her the box of Kleenex on her desk.

“What?! What do you mean? Since when? What the hell is it?”

“Like two days ago? What’s the big deal? Did they not tell you guys?”

Two days ago… so Monday. Chen was off the last couple days and decided to change her last name. Huh weird. Angela thought.

“… they? Who’s they? And you didn’t answer my other question.”

“Yeah, Tim and Lucy.”

“Tim and Lucy.” Angela repeated. Tamara hesitantly nods her head a few times. “Why would Tim and Lucy need to tell me about Lucy’s name change?”

“Because they changed mine too?”

“To what?”

“Bradford!” Tamara says matter-of-factly. She’s beaming.

“Did they seriously not tell anyone yet? I honestly thought dad would’ve at least told you about it by now.”

“Dad.”

“Yeah, dad. Tim and Lucy finalized my adoption on Monday at the courthouse. It was super easy since I’m already 18 years old and they’re married.”

Angela blinks her eyes in rapid succession. Adoption. Married. It’s all a lot to process.

“Married?” Angela’s jaws are on the ground and Tamara just snickers.

Angela knew Tim had feelings for Lucy ever since the Vegas undercover operation. He danced around the question then but his behaviour told her all she needed to know. She’s not blind! She’s a detective and his best friend! Angela always knew there was something different with Tim and his former rookie Lucy. She had known it ever since Lucy was kidnapped and Tim had called for her help. "I need you." The grave tone in which he had said that sentence stuck with her. Angela suspected the frantic way Tim needed Lucy alive was not only due to guilt. Maybe he hadn’t realized it yet, and maybe it wasn’t romantically, but Lucy was important for him. She had watched them throughout the two last years and logged each little interaction but never approached either of them to address it. Angela had witnessed the faint brush of hands, the soft smiles and the general lack of personal space. She figured they just hadn’t pulled their heads out of their asses yet. Her best friend never told her they started dating, let alone got MARRIED? NO FREAKING WAY. HE IS SO DEAD.

Angela’s inner monologue is interrupted when Tamara spots her Momford and Dadford.

“Oh! Looks like they’re coming out of Grey’s office! I’ll see you later Angela, bye!” Tamara runs off towards the Watch Commander’s office.

Angela turns around and sure enough, Tim is opening the door for Lucy and following her out of it. Once they do, Tamara bulldozes the two into a hug. Tim and Lucy are laughing as they greet the girl. Sergeant Grey is in his office shaking his head and smiling.

Neither Tim or Lucy have noticed her so Angela continues to watch them as they slowly make their way towards the front doors. Tamara’s walking half-backwards and going off about something enthusiastically. Her hands are waving about the same way Lucy does when she gets excited. Tim’s grinning like Angela’s never seen him do and wraps his right arm around Lucy’s shoulder as they pass the stairs. It’s unexpected for Angela because Tim has never been the type to show physical affection at work. He’s always been very church and state about it. No personal talk in the shop or during work hours. Lucy gazes up at him, flashes her blinding smile and leans in as much as her duty belt will allow.

“YO BRADFORDS!” Angela yells across the bull pen, attracting the attention of the few cops around her and walking past.

Lucy and Tamara respond a little slower than Tim, but all three of them stop in their step to look towards the beckoning voice. Tim has one eyebrow raised with a knowing smirk, Lucy is blushing pink and Tamara is still beaming.

“Congrats on finally becoming a family! You idiots are coming over for dinner!”

Their audience bursts into hollers and applause as the newly appointed Bradfords simply nod their heads and continue towards the front doors.

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