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⛓️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

⛓️pairing: Jake!bf x Reader!gf | ⛓️wc: 11.2k | ⛓️summary: You unexpectedly fall for Jake. The sweetest boy you've ever known, or so you thought |⛓️cw: 🔞MDNI!! heavy petting, oral sex f. & m. giving/receiving, unprotected sex, mentions of abuse, swearing, profanity (req by: anon) 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

a.n: link to part 2

"Excuse me, ma'am. This is NOT what I ordered. I want a refund."

Here goes another Karen, complaining about an order they definitely made and just changed their mind after a sip. "Yes, you did Miss. If you have the receipt it should tell you right there," you replied trying to keep your cool. After all, this wasn't the first time someone like her tried to pull a stunt like this.

"I don't keep receipts, but I'm telling you that I most certainly did not order this. So you can either give me what I paid for or refund me my money." God her voice was so fucking annoying and you know she's lying, but you can't risk getting in trouble at work over some entitled middle-aged soccer mom.

"That's alright ma'am. We keep a merchant copy of receipts for situations like this," you proceeded to pull out a thin slip of paper showing the details of her order. "See ma'am. It's on the receipt, right here. A venti skinny matcha latte with almond milk," you pointed to the only item on the receipt.

"No, this can't be right. I asked for a light Caramel Frappuccino with oat milk." "Well that's not on the receipt and you've already finished most of the drink so I honestly don't understand how it took you so long to realize this wasn't your order before you decided to come up here." "You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you. I am not going to stand here and take this disrespect from some Gen Z brat. I'd like to speak to your manager. Where's your manager?" The woman proceeded to shout for the manager until he eventually came back from his smoke break.

Mr. Lee, but you usually called him by his first name. Well, only when you weren't at work. He was pretty cute, but also fairly young to be the manager. However, you couldn't deny the fact that he was the best manager you've ever met. You don't know if it was his big, brown, doe eyes or his perfect smile that seemed to make everything okay.

"What's going on in here?" "Are you the manager?" she panted frantically. "Yes ma'am I am. How can I help you?" "Oh thank god. This young lady is being very disrespectful. I came up here to inform her that my order was incorrect and that I'd like a refund. But she won't do it and I don't know why."

"Probably because you drank more than half of the damn thing before coming up here with that story," you butted in.

"Hold on kid. I got this," he said before walking behind the counter. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't refund your money for a drink that you claim to be the wrong order even though you sat there and drank it knowing that it wasn't right--" "I'm allergic to nuts!! Are you trying to kill me? Ahhh!!" "Ma'am you need to calm down. If you were truly allergic you would be having a reaction right now--" "I AM!! I feel like my skin is on fire!! I'M BURNING!!" she screamed before falling to the ground.

This woman was being absolutely ridiculous. Now she was faking an allergic reaction.

"Well then someone should call 911 and have you taken care of, right?" "No!! I'm afraid of hospitals are you insane?!" she shouted. "Ma'am it's obvious that you're faking so can you please get up and leave before I have you escorted by the police?" But she didn't get up, instead, she kept on screaming and hitting the floor. It wasn't long before one of the customers got up from their chair and proceeded to drag her out of the store. "Don't fucking touch me! Help! Somebody help me! This man is trying to assault me!"

"I hate dealing with people like that," you said rubbing your forehead. "Yea, I hate em' too. But look at it this way, that was the last customer for your shift," he smiled patting you on the shoulder. "Yea, I guess you're right," you sighed untying your apron and placing it on the hook.

Instead of taking an Uber home, you decided to walk. You didn't live very far away and you kinda wanted to take this time to clear your mind. Balancing school and work was challenging on its own, you didn't need energy vampires like Karen to stress you out.

You were walking through the city park as a dog ran up to you. "Woah! Down boy...or girl!" the dog tackled you to the ground and licked the left side of your face. "Ugh!"

PHWEEET!!

The ear-piercing whistle caught the attention of the dog hovering over your body.

"Here boy! Come on! Tsk Tsk." the dog bounced over to a dark-haired boy waving a frisbee over his head. "Go get it!" He shouted, flinging the plastic disk far away. You watched as the dog ran after the frisbee.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, extending a hand towards you. You didn't even notice he was standing that close to you. "Oh, umm...yea. I'm good. Thanks," you replied as he pulled you up to your feet.

"I'm Jake," he smiled. "I'm Y/N," you replied. "Nice to meet you Y/N. Oh and sorry about Jasper," he chuckled. "Is that your dog?" "No, it's that kid's," he said pointing to the little boy that ran behind the dog you now knew as Jasper. "He's actually really sweet. And he likes meeting new people," Jake turned to look at the dog lying on his back while the little boy scratched his belly.

You took the chance to look at Jake. He was really cute and seemed like a nice guy. If you weren't covered in dog droll and walking home from work you'd probably stick around to get to know him a little more. But you were tired, so you decided to just go home.

"Hey, do you wanna go meet him? Well...meet him again?" Jake smiled awkwardly. "Oh, umm I--sure."

*Okay, never mind. I guess sleep can come later* you thought to yourself as you followed behind Jake.

"Bye. See you guys tomorrow," the boy waved as he walked over to his parent's minivan with Jasper. After about an hour--that felt like 10 minutes--passed, you were left alone with Jake. You actually had a lot of fun playing around with Jasper and Colin--that was the name of the little kid who owned the dog.

"You're really good with dogs and kids. Do you have any siblings?" "No, I'm an only child. But I've always managed to surround myself with enough people that it feels like I have one really big family," Jake went on to tell you about a few stories from his childhood. You loved how it was so easy to talk to him. On top of that, he was naturally funny which made him even more attractive.

"Ooh, I just got the biggest craving for ice cream. Do you want some?" "Yea sure," you giggled as you saw the expression on his face. "Awesome. There's a place close by. It's really good." You followed Jake to the small sweet shop around the corner. "There're only a few flavors and some basic toppings. They sell cake too," he beamed as he opened the door for you.

"Hi, Jake!" a girl smiled from behind the counter. "Do you want the same thing as usual?" she asked. "Yes please, thank you," he smiled. "Ok ok, and what would you like ma'am?" you read her name tag: Xoey. "Umm, I'll just take the same thing he got," you smiled awkwardly.

"Are you sure?" "Sorry, this is her first time coming here. Can you get her a menu?" "A menu? No way. She can have this," Xoey said picking up a mini spoon. "This is a newbie scoopy. It's for newcomers who don't know what they want. We have three basic types of ice cream: Strawberry Swirl, Chocolate Fudge, and Simply Vanilla. The toppings are pretty basic too: strawberry, chocolate, and caramel syrups. But--the special part is what you add in. That's how you make your own flavor. We have an array of mix-ins to choose from," Xoey then handed you three mini spoons with each ice cream flavor on it. You tasted them all. Creamy and delicious. "Oh, and we also have a recipe book of possible flavor combinations," Xoey added as she flipped out a colorful book, plastered to a rotating stand.

"Here ya go Jakey," Xoey smiled, handing Jake his ice cream. He watched as you created your ice cream concoction. "Hey, Xo. Just so you know I'm paying for her okay." "Save your money. The first cup is on the house Jakey," she smiled as she handed you your creation. "Enjoy," she smiled. "Thank you," you smiled back.

"Do you like it?" he asked. "I haven't even tried it yet," Jake picked up the spoon and put it in your mouth. "Mmn!" " So, how's it taste?" "Good," you mumbled with a mouthful of ice cream.

Jake giggled a bit after you said that. "What?" you mumbled again, tossing the cold cream around in your mouth, careful to cover your mouth with your hand. "You're just cute that's all," you couldn't help but get that warm feeling in your face at his words.

After finishing your ice cream, the two of you exchanged numbers. "Maybe we can hang out again sometime," Jake smiled as he tucked his phone in his pocket. "Yea, I'd like that," you smiled back. "Hmm. It's getting dark outside and I don't mind walking you home. Just to make sure you get there safely." "Thanks, Jake, I really appreciate it, but that won't be necessary." "Hmm, well I'll send you some money for a car." "You don't have to--" You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Jake had sent you $30 on CashApp.

"What the--" "I'll wait with you until it arrives." "You're really not gonna let me go home alone are you?" "Nope. So we're either gonna stand here until the sun comes up or you're gonna call an Uber." "It's just that I don't live far enough from here. An Uber would be useless." "Okay fine, then call me and stay on the phone until you get home alright. Does that work for you?" "Yea, that works," you chuckled.

As you agreed, you stayed on the phone with Jake until you made it home. "Alright, I'm home now." "Great. Well, I guess this is goodbye." "Hmm...yea." "Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Jake," you smiled before ending the call.

This was not the way you expected your evening to end, but you definitely weren't mad about it.

Weeks went by as you and Jake grew closer together. He loved you and he loved showing you in a number of ways. He really was the sweetest boy you ever met and you were excited to see him every time you'd see each other.

Today, you and Jake were just hanging out at the mall. "Hey, I wanna introduce you to my best friends, Sunghoon and Jay. They're really awesome and I think you'll like them too." "Okay. When do you want me to meet them?" "Today...if that's okay with you," Jake said shyly. "Yea sure that's fine," you smiled.

"Oh oh come on. Let's make a wish at the fountain," Jake laughed as he grabbed your hand dragging you to the mall's giant water fountain. "Okay okay! Jake! Slow down," you giggled behind him. "Alright, you go first," he smiled, handing you a coin. "Hmm, okay. I wish that Jake's friends would like me and I would like them too," You closed your eyes and tossed the coin in the water, opening your eyes after hearing the splash. You turned to see Jake holding the coin to his chest with his eyes closed. You watched as his lips softly mouthed some words before tossing the coin in.

"What'd you wish for?" "Ah ah ah. I can't tell you or else it won't come true." "No fair! I told you what I wished for," you playfully pushed him. "Fine, if you tag me I'll tell you." "Promise?" "Promise," he said before tapping you on the shoulder and running off.

You chased behind him before stopping to catch your breath. "Jake?" you called out, scanning the vast area. "Dammit," you cursed under your breath. "Boo!" Jake shouted from behind you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Ahh! Wait...I'm supposed to catch you remember?" "Oops," Jake said. "Tag! I win!" you smiled as you reached to tap Jake's hand with your fingers. "Hehe. Yup, you win. I guess I gotta tell you my wish now huh?" "Yup," you grinned.

"I wished for you to be my girlfriend," Jake said softly still holding you in his arms. You looked up to meet his eyes. "Are you being serious right now?" "Yea, I am. I've liked you for a long time now. I love how I can be myself around you. And I love you," you turned to face Jake who was now blushing a little.

You'd had feelings for Jake for a while now too, but you didn't want to say anything and mess up the little friendship the two of you had. But now, here he was, standing in front of you, confessing his feelings.

"It's okay if you don't like me back. It was just a silly wi--" You cut Jake off by kissing him on the cheek. His eyes widened and he gave you a puppy look before smiling and pulling you in for a kiss.

"I don't want to sound dramatic, but this is literally the best day of my life," Jake smiled before kissing you on the forehead. "Okay now I really gotta introduce my friends to my girlfriend," he giggled before holding your hand and walking out of the mall.

You and Jake were driving in the car on your way to Jake's apartment. You felt like his passenger princess the way he rested his hand on your thigh for most of the ride. This was your first time coming over to Jake's apartment so you didn't know what to expect.

He finally arrived at this beautiful complex that felt more like a gated neighborhood for spoiled, privileged kids living off of their parent's money. You weren't judging Jake, but the other people you saw hanging around the area looked like a bunch of dumb frat boys and preppy girls. Almost like something you'd see in some hyper-unrealistic college movie.

"I just wanted to let you know that Sunghoon and Jay are also my roommates. So, you'll be seeing a lot of them whenever you come over," Jake said as he parked the car. "Oh, that's fine. I don't mind." You felt Jake's eyes staring at you as you reapplied your cotton candy lipgloss. "What?" you asked, snapping him out of a trance-like state. "Oh, nothing. Sorry. You're just so perfect. I still can't believe you said yes," he stammered before getting out of the car and coming around to open your door.

Jake pulled out a keycard covered in stickers and waved it in front of the electronic lock.

*Beep Beep--Click*

"Guys, there's someone I want you to meet," Jake said as he opened the door. "Who? Your mom?" one of the boys joked as he walked in. "It's probably your mom, Jay. Huh Jake?" Jake laughed as he headed to the kitchen with you tailing behind him. "Hey, do you want something to drink?" "Sure I'll take a water," you said as Jake handed you a cold water bottle from the fridge.

"Alright guys, all jokes aside. This is my girlfriend, Y/N," Jake said as he walked into the living room with his hand around your waist. "Right...are you sure you're his girlfriend or did he pay you to come in here and say that?" the boy you now knew as Jay asked. "Ha ha, very funny Jay. She's actually my girlfriend," Jake responded before you could say anything.

"Well, it's just been a while since you had a girlfriend...and I'm sure you remember Becca right?" the other boy you assumed to be Sunghoon added. "Relax, Hoon. I've moved on from her a long time ago. Plus, Y/N is nothing like my ex," Jake replied nonchalantly.

"Okay well, I'm Sunghoon and this is Jay. We literally live here so if you two decide to have sex at any time while we're home, please either change your mind or keep it down. I'm not really a fan of hearing my best friend railing his girlfriend," Jay snickered before laying down his version of the house rules. "My only request is to clean up after yourselves. I don't mind helping out, but I'm not your maid. Also, be careful walking around the neighborhood at night time, they've got some weird ass people out here."

Mental Note to Self: Sex should either be quiet or done somewhere else, don't make a mess, and don't go out alone at night.

You hung around Jake's apartment for a few hours watching them play the game before you fell asleep on Jake's lap. The feeling of him stroking your head was so relaxing, that it was hard to stay awake. When you finally did wake up it was night time and you were alone with Jake.

"Where'd your friends go?" you asked in a sleepy voice. "They went to go order some food. Pizza. I hope you like that," he chuckled softly. "Yea, pizza is good. As long as there's no pineapple." "What?! No pineapple?! But it's so good." "No way. Pineapple and pizza are definitely not a match made in heaven." "Okay well, what is Miss Pizza Connoisseur?" "Pepperoni. It's a classic." "What if it's pepperoni with pineapple?" "Oh god no. That's even worse," you laughed.

"Have you ever even tried pineapple on pizza?" "No, but it sounds like a crime so it probably is." "Ha! You can't knock it until you try it," Jake smirked. "I'm not putting that in my mouth." "Well, what if I do it," Jake said as he grazed your lips with his thumb. "I-umm," you couldn't believe he was getting you all flustered just by touching your lips. "Here I'll even make it a bet. If you don't like it, then I owe you a fondue date. But, if you do like it then you owe me a surprise date. How's that sound?" You were still speechless from earlier, but you managed to mutter out "Yes," which made Jake laugh.

"Honey! I'm home!" Sunghoon said as he barged in holding two boxes of pizza. You and Jake went to the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza. "Hold on! Before anyone gets any pizza, Y/N is going to try pineapple pizza for the very first time," Jake smiled mischievously as he pulled out a cheesy slice of pineapple and ham pizza. Jake caught the end of the cheesy string with his tongue and bit it off.

"Alright. A deal's a deal. Open up," Jake said as you opened your mouth to take the first bite. It actually wasn't as bad as you'd expected. Though you'd probably never order it for yourself. As you were chewing, Jake tilted your face to the side and licked the corner of your mouth. "There was something on your face," he smirked.

"Damn ladies! Get a room," Sunghoon cringed. Jake just leaned against the countertop and laughed at Sunghoon's remark. "While you two enjoy your pizza, I just wanted to let you know that I picked up a liter of Coke," Jay said as he reached to pull down 4 tall glasses. "Oh, thanks. Do you want some too?" Jake asked. "Yea sure," you chuckled awkwardly.

Jake walked over to grab a glass for you and him, filled it with ice, and poured in the dark, fizzy drink.

"Oh and if you want you can stay here for the night," Jake offered as he passed you your soda. "Ehh, that's alright. I have work in the morning," you sighed before sipping your drink. "I can drive you there. You know I don't mind." "That's sweet Jake, but I got it." "Hmm okay, well just let me know when you're ready for me to take you home."

After eating you joined Jake and his friends in the living room to play a few card games. You were on your fifth round of Uno and you were getting a little sleepy, but you didn't want to bother Jake with driving you home. So you planned to just take an Uber.

*Ring Ring*

You're phone rang in your pocket. It was your manager calling. *What could he want at this hour* you thought to yourself. "Hey, Jake." "Yea?" "My manager's calling me. I'm gonna step out and answer this okay. It shouldn't be too long." "Okay, but don't go too far," Jake said as you headed toward the door.

You walked a good little distance away from the apartment. Specifically, you stood next to Jake's car to answer the call.

"Hey Heeseung. Why are you calling me this late? Is everything okay?" "Yea, everything is fine. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be in tomorrow. I have to go to a doctor's appointment with my mom." "Oh my god. Is she okay?" "Well, she said her chest has been hurting a lot and she's been coughing nonstop. So, I just want to get her checked out." "I hope she's okay." "Yea me too," Heeseung was quiet for a bit before continuing.

"You'll be in charge tomorrow. I need you to cover the whole shift as the manager. If it's too much to handle, just let me know and I'll have someone else cover for me." "No, that's alright. I can handle it." "Thanks, you're the best. I owe you big time." "It's no problem, family's important." "Alright well, that's all I needed to talk to you about. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Hee," you said before ending the call.

"Meow!" you heard an unfamiliar voice catch your attention. "Excuse me?" you scoffed as you saw a frat boy from earlier walking your way. "Hey, beautiful. Wanna swing by my place for a few drinks?" he asked as he looked you up and down. "No thanks. I'd rather drink bleach." "Aww come on. I just wanna play with you, Kitty," he said flicking your shirt up. "Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you!" You spat pushing him away. "Stop playing hard to get. I know how much kitties love milk," this time the boy pressed his body against you, grinding his hard-on against your pussy through your jeans. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME DICKHEAD!!" you shouted as he leaned over to breathe his alcohol-tainted breath into your ear. "Shh baby. Unless you want my friends to come out here and join the party," he proceeded to cover your mouth, pressing your head into the hood of Jake's car. "MMPH!!" you grunted as you tried to push the boy off of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as you felt defeated. The boy struggled to unbutton his jeans while you laid crushed under his body weight. He let out a slight chuckle as you closed your eyes tightly.

You heard a loud smack before feeling the weight of the frat boy fall off of you. Jake had punched him straight in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Sunghoon trailed behind him and stomped on the boy's head and he laid there with his pants halfway down his legs. Jay came out with a wooden baseball bat as Jake turned around to face you.

"Are you okay?" "Yea, yea I'm fine," you said as he pulled you into his chest. "Let's get you inside," he said as he quickly rushed you into the house.

"I'm gonna fucking kill that guy," Jake spat as he paced around the room. He had taken you to his room for the night. "You're staying here. And I'm taking you to work in the morning." Seeing Jake right now you were in no mood to argue on this one. You felt everything but fine at the moment. You were almost raped and if they hadn't heard you...you don't know what else would've happened.

"We kicked his ass real good and the cops got him," Jay said as he walked into Jake's room. "How's she doing?" Sunghoon asked. "She said she's fine, but I know that's not true," Jake sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, Y/N." "It's not your fault Jake." "What if I didn't get there in time?" "But you did. All of you did and I really appreciate that."

Jake placed a kiss on your forehead before standing up. "If you want to take a shower and wash that asshole off you can put on my clothes," Jake said as he walked toward the door. "Where are you going?" you asked, sitting on his bed. "I need to cool off, before I do something I regret," he said as he pushed through Sunghoon and Jay.

"Don't worry. He'll be alright. But you really should get yourself cleaned up," Sunghoon sighed. "Yea, and I can wash your clothes to have them ready for the morning," Jay added, flashing a comforting smile.

You went to Jake's dresser to pull out a folded vintage band tee. Then a pair of sweatpants and boxers. Yes, wearing Jake’s boxers felt extremely strange, but in your mind it was better than going commando.

You grabbed a towel from the stack of fresh ones under the bathroom counter and started the shower. You almost didn’t even want to go to work tomorrow, but Heeseung needed you. Plus, your bills aren’t waiting for you to get over this little shake up.

After your shower you wrapped your clothes in the towel you used to dry yourself off with. “Umm, Jay,” you asked awkwardly. “Where do I put my clothes?”

“I’ll take them,” he said walking in your direction. “We have a washer in the laundry room. You can go to sleep in Jake’s bed.” “Okay, thanks. Has Jake come back yet?” “Uhh no, but he’ll be back soon. You should get some rest though. You have work in the morning. But if you’re scared to be alone just let me know. I don’t mind staying in there until you fall asleep,” Jay said in a comforting tone. “That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

Jay nodded his head before walking away to the laundry room with your clothes. You really appreciated Jay’s kind gesture, but you didn’t want to send him through anymore unnecessary drama. He was right, you needed to get some rest for work in the morning. Since you’ll be managing for the day you have to get there early.

>>4:15 am Friday:

*Beep Beep*

The alarm on your phone woke you up before the sun. You managed to get about 4 hours of sleep, which was hopefully enough to power you through the day. You had slept so well that you didn't even notice that you were in Jake's bed...wearing his clothes. "Jake?" you called sitting up in the bed only to see him sitting across from you fast asleep at his desk. You quietly tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake him up.

You walked to the bathroom to take care of your hygiene. However, without a toothbrush, mouthwash will have to suffice. You swished the minty liquid around your mouth before spitting it into the sink and washing your face with the white bar of soap that sat on a dish near the sink.

You left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. You scanned the counter for a fruit bowl. "Sorry, I didn't sleep with you last night." "Oh my god! Jake, you scared me," you jumped turning to see the sleepy boy standing on the other side of the counter rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing the clothes from last night.

"I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable...I was going to sleep on the couch, but I wanted to be there if you woke up and needed anything. I'm really sorry, Y/N." "Jake...it's okay. What time did you come in last night?" "Umm, I think it was a little after midnight. I just remember Jay telling me that you had gone to bed not too long ago."

"Did someone call my name?" "Good morning Jay," Jake groaned. "Morning you two. How're you feeling today Y/N? Better?"

"Yea, thanks for everything." "No problem. Oh, and your clothes are on the coffee table," he pointed to the stack of neatly folded clothes that sat on the edge of the coffee table. "Hmm. I didn't even notice them sitting there."

Jay walked to the fridge and pulled out a metal water bottle. "I'm going out for a run. I probably won't see you until after you get off. Well, that is if you come back over," Jay shrugged before walking back to his room to grab a baseball cap.

Jake dropped you off at work at 5:30 am. Heeseung was outside waiting for you to inform you of what to do in case of an emergency and a few other business-related things. "Okay, Hee. I got it. Don't worry. Go take care of your mom," you smiled as Heeseung pouted. "Call me if anything goes wrong okay." "Oookay. I will. Byeee," you giggled as you pushed Heeseung out.

Work was the last place you wanted to be today, but you had to do this for Hee. Plus, work wasn't too bad as long as you didn't have to deal with any...Karens...

"Get your finger out of my face Bitch," you heard a customer shout at a table near the window. *Oh no...here we go again* you thought to yourself.

After dealing with that problem, you prayed that you were done with drama for the day.

"Hey, I think those guys are looking for you," one of your co-workers whispered to you pointing in the direction of the two college-aged boys that just walked in.

"How can I help you, boys?" you asked in your best cheery customer service voice. "Uhh, we'll take two glasses of water." "Okay, anything else?" "No, that's good." You felt obligated to pull out your notepad, but two glasses of water were simple enough to remember. It was still a bit strange to you that two boys come in and order water...at Starbucks. However, you were in no mood to play Nancy Drew. You had about 5 hours left on your shift and this was the last order before you could take another 30-minute break that would most likely be taken up by checking on Heeseung and his mom.

You prepared the two iced glasses of water and placed them on a tray. As you walked back to the main dining area you noticed one of the boys was gone. "Umm, here you go sir," you tried not to seem suspicious, but you couldn't deny the bad vibes this duo radiated.

"Thank you," the other boy surprised you, causing you to bump into the table, knocking the drinks over. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry," you scrambled, grabbing the tissue box from the center of the table using more than half of them to pick up the spill. You slid the cold ice cubes across the table onto the tray you used to carry the glasses. "I'll get you boys another drink." "Take your time," one of them said as you quickly walked off.

You poured them two replacement glasses of water and carried them over to the table. *God that was so embarrassing* you thought to yourself.

You walked outside to take your first break and called to check on Heeseung and his mom. Luckily it was all good news. His mom just had an infection in her lungs that should clear up in a few days.

After your break, you headed back inside to see the boys still sitting where you left them. Most of the ice in their glasses had melted and they'd barely drank more than a few sips. You went over to check on them a few minutes later to see if they needed anything else, but all they said was, "We're just waiting for someone," with the fakest smile you'd ever seen plastered on their face.

It was time for you to close the dining area and shut it down for the night so you went over to tell the boys that they had to leave now. They were the last people to go as you shut off the lights. Most of your night crew stuck around to help you tidy up and left early, as usual.

You decided to walk home. You didn't really want to go back to that neighborhood by Jake...at least not right now.

You left out the back door exit for employees only that led down the trash alley. Turning the corner you saw the same two boys from earlier standing on the corner by a street light. The icky feeling returned almost instantly when you saw them so you decided to walk a different way home.

The sound of footsteps trailing behind you scared you enough, but turning around to see the footsteps came from the two boys made that fear even worse. Out of instinct, you took off running as fast as your feet could carry you. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. The boys caught up to you, one pinned you up in a chokehold while the other pulled out a switchblade.

"You got our boy locked up kitten. I really hope you didn't think we were gonna let you slide did you?" the boy holding the switchblade said as he stepped closer to you driving the tip of his switchblade into your collarbone. You winced at the sharp pain and fought to hold back tears.

The boy who was holding you licked the side of your face, his breath alone was enough to make you queasy. The other boy chuckled at your reaction and cut your cheek in the spot that had been licked. Your scream was muffled by a hand. No way were you just gonna sit here and let yourself be taken advantage of.

You bit down on the boy's hand hard enough to draw blood, causing him to release his grip. You kicked the other boy right between his legs, dropping him to the ground. Immediately you took off running back to the cafe.

You scrambled to quickly unlock the doors and lock yourself in. You didn't hesitate to call Jake and let him know what was going on. "Stay where you are. I'm on my way," Jake said before cutting the call. You could hear the boys pounding on the door and shouting all the horrible things they were gonna do to you once they broke the door down.

The sound of a car screeching diverted their attention. For about 20 minutes, everything was completely silent.

*Knock knock knock*

"It's just me," you heard Jake yell from the other side of the door. Without hesitation, you opened the door and fell into his arms.

This was the second time Jake saved your life. "Where'd those guys go?" you asked as Jake drove you to his house. "I took care of them. Don't worry about it."

Initially, you didn't want to go back to Jake's apartment, but now you didn't want to be alone. Once you arrived at the apartment, you called to tell Heeseung what happened.

"What the fuck? Are you alright?" "Yea, I'm fine now." "Hey, if you want, you can take the week off. Just until everything cools down." "But--" "I'll pay you for your time off. Just think of it as a little vacation okay. And please call me if you ever feel unsafe alright. I don't care what I'm doing, I'll be there for you."

It was comforting to hear those words coming from him. Aside from being your manager Heeseung has been a very reliable friend to you ever since you first met.

"Who was that?" Jake asked. "It was just my manager," you shrugged, tucking your phone away. "What did he want?" "I was just telling him about what happened tonight. He said I can have the week off." "Oh well that's pretty kind of him," Jake said before walking away.

You were very curious about what exactly happened to those two boys that night. Not like you genuinely cared, but nonetheless, you wanted to know.

>>8:47 am, Monday:

You hadn't been back at your apartment in days. Ever since that night, you've been sleeping with Jake because you were too afraid to be alone. What if those guys were still out there? On your way to the kitchen, you walked into the living room to see Sunghoon on the couch sipping a hot cup of coffee while watching the news. "Hey, are these the guys that harassed you the other night?" Sunghoon asked upon meeting your gaze.

You turned to look at the television to see the faces of both boys and came closer to listen.

"The bodies of two college boys, Kenan Lanes, and Parker Ansley, were found this morning with their throats slit in an alley not too far from city park. The cause of death appears to be a loss of blood as well as damage to the brain most likely caused by a devastating blow to the head. We are under the assumption that their death was related to drug and gang violence based off of their previous criminal record."

You felt your stomach turn as you thought of the last time you saw them. *Did Jake do this?* you thought to yourself. *No way. There was no way he was capable of something like this*

Without saying a word you walked back to the room to find Jake still lying in the bed. "Did you kill those boys?" "What are you talking about?" "The boys from that night?" "No, why would you think that?" "Because..." "Because what?" "Nevermind," you couldn't bring yourself to accuse him of something like that.

"But if I did kill them, it would've been because of you. I'd do anything to protect you," He said as you walked away.

After about a couple days, you completely abandoned the idea of Jake doing something like that. Honestly, it felt like everything had returned to normal. You had gone back home, but you still see him almost every day. He had become very protective of you and honestly, the best boyfriend you could ever imagine.

>>2:07pm Thursday:

You and Jake were lying in his bed and out of curiosity you asked about his childhood and...his ex-girlfriend. He explained to you how his dad used to beat him and his mom and that his first relationship ended due to his girlfriend's infidelity. But what made it worse was that the guy she cheated on him with was her ex and every time he'd bring up the fact that she was being unfaithful she'd hit him.

"Hey, guess what I just remembered?" Jake asked as you rested your head on his chest. "What?" "I owe you a fondue date." "Oh, right I had completely forgotten about that." "I think it'll be a good way to take your mind off of things," Jake suggested in an attempt to liven the mood. To be honest, the past few days have been pretty gloomy, but he was right. You were going back to work in three days and some alone time with him would be pretty great.

>>6:50pm Friday:

You and Jake sat on his bedroom floor. "I know this isn't the most romantic setting, but at least we don't have to worry about grossing out my roommates," Jake chuckled as he stirred the hot chocolate with the mini wooden spoon. "Have you ever had fondue before?" He continued.

"Nope, but it seems fairly simple."

"Basically," Jake said, grabbing a metal skewer. "You take a strawberry and put it on the stick," he said, picking up a strawberry and shoving the skewer through it. "After that, you dip it in the chocolate. Be careful, it's hot," he dipped the strawberry, coating it completely with chocolate before blowing in it to cool it down. "There's coconut oil in it. So as it cools, it creates a shell that's the best part," he smiled. "Now open up," he said opening his mouth as he pointed the chocolate-covered berry in your direction.

You bit into the strawberry, causing a little juice to run down the skewer onto his fingers which he sucked off before handing you a stick. "Now you try."

You carefully followed the same steps as Jake and brought the chocolate-coated berry to his mouth. Just like when you bit into it, the juice ran down the skewer onto your fingers. Jake pulled your hand to his lips and sucked the sweet liquid from your fingers. You had no idea how a fondue date could be so sexual.

This process continued for a bit before Jake got creative. He dipped his own finger into the hot chocolate and you sucked it off. You could feel the sexual tension deepening now as the next berry Jake dipped he let some of the hot chocolate drip onto your thigh. He bent down to suck it off, this time leaving a mark behind.

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He pulled your top over your head as he began kissing your neck and breasts. You stroked your fingers through his fluffy dark hair as he pleasured himself between your tits. He then took another berry and dripped more chocolate onto your breasts following the same process as before, sucking and licking the chocolate up. You winced every time the hot chocolate touched your skin but anticipated his lips following after. The sensation of your touch led him to remove his shirt and crawl on top of you.

Jake reached down to tuck his fingers in between your hot wet lips. He inserted two fingers feeling the way your walls pulsated around his fingers as he pushed them in and out. He then took his fingers out and sucked your wetness off. Then he took one of the strawberries and used the tip of it to stimulate your clit. Spreading your lips he watched as your pussy dripped with clear cum which he caught with the strawberry and brought it to his lips.

"You taste better than the fondue," he giggled before leaning in to lap at your pussy. He leaned over to unplug the machine, cover it with a lid, and slide it under his desk. "Here, you try it," he said as he spit on your pussy and mixed your juices with his saliva. He held the strawberry in his mouth as he fed it to you.

Distracted by Jake mouth-feeding you a strawberry, you didn't notice when Jake pulled out his hard throbbing cock until you felt him pushing it through your opening. "Ngh!" you exclaimed at the sudden feeling. His dick was so thick, you could feel it stretching your walls. The pain came with pleasure as he pumped himself inside of you. You two were still exchanging saliva as he tongue fucked your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your hips against his as he pushed his dick deeper into your pussy. You moaned into his mouth causing him to fuck you a little faster.

"Mmm fuck, Jake," you moaned as you felt every inch and every vein coursing through you. You breathlessly moaned his name again, causing him to pound your pussy harder. "Fuck, Baby. I love it when you moan my name." Jake occasionally let out soft little groans which only turned you on more. "You like that?" he asked upon hearing your moans grow louder. "Ugh, fuck! Mhnn, yes," you whined as he continued to thrust himself inside of your throbbing cunt. "Mmm, your moans are so fucking sexy babe," Jake's voice quivered a bit as he said this.

He pushed your thighs back, exposing your pussy to him. You held onto the backs of your knees as he mercilessly pounded your aching pussy. "Ngh! FUCK! Jake, I can't hold it back anymore," you pleaded as you felt your pussy contracting. You arched your back as you felt your climax approaching. "Cum for me baby," Jake groaned in your ear as he fucked you on his bedroom floor. You moaned as you squirted on the floor.

Fortunately for you, Sunghoon and Jay weren't home at the moment. Otherwise, they all would've heard you moaning Jake's name.

Jake lifted you off of the ground. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm. He walked you to the bathroom and started up the shower for you. You leaned over the bathroom counter to hold yourself up while Jake turned on the water. "Hold on, I'll be right back with some towels okay," Jake said before leaving the bathroom.

You reached between your legs to feel that your pussy was still oozing with cum and the stimulation from your touch made you crave a second round. Though your body was telling you 'no' your mind was saying 'yes.'

Jake returned shortly after with a stack of towels. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," Jake smiled as he carefully guided you to the shower. He was only wearing sweatpants at the moment. Fortunately, you were able to use the railing and the rim of the tub for support, as your legs were still a bit wobbly.

You sat down and started to wash yourself, but decided to cum at least one more time before cleaning up. Just then you felt a cool wind behind you, it was Jake entering the shower with his rock-hard dick. He immediately saw the way you had your hands tucked between your legs, pleasing yourself. The sight of you sitting in front of him wet, naked, and horny caused his dick to twitch. "Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one in the mood for another round," Jake smiled, stroking his cock.

He approached your face, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he inserted his dick into your mouth. "Suck it, baby. Suck my dick with those pretty fucking lips," he smirked as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He groaned as you pulled back to suck on his pink, fleshy tip that leaked pre cum. You maintained eye contact as you spit on his dick and jerked his cock a few times before putting it back in your mouth. "Ugh hmm," he moaned as you shoved his dick deep down your throat, nearly making you gag.

Seeing the way your eyes rolled back when his dick reached your throat, turned him on more. He grabbed your head and held it close while he grinded your face. You felt him repeatedly jamming his cock in your mouth before shoving it deep and holding it there while he moaned in your mouth. "Ngh, baby. I need your pussy," he whined as he pulled his sticky dick from between your lips.

You braced yourself up against the wall as Jake pounded your pussy from behind. You couldn't even speak at this point, you were letting Jake use you as his personal sex doll. You felt the water hit your back as Jake continued to fuck you harder and deeper, gripping your ass, waist, and tits which made him more excited. You heard him groan as he filled you with his hot, sticky load.

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You and Jake finished up in the shower before crashing, completely naked, in his bed.

A few days later, you returned to work and everything was great for the next month.

"Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out today after your shift?" Heeseung asked as you wiped off the counter. "Yea, sure."

It had been a while since you and Heeseung went out for drinks, primarily due to the fact that you had been so busy with Jake and everything. Not that you were complaining, you loved Jake and Jake loved you. But you did miss spending time with Heeseung. So after your shift, you climbed into his car as he drove you to your favorite club.

You and Heeseung bought a couple drinks and caught each other up on what's been going on since you last spoke. You told him about how you'd been doing since the incident and he told about how his mom was feeling much better.

"Okay let's play a game," Heeseung suggested. "What game?" you asked. "Drink or die," he said. "Drink or die? How do you play that?" "Okay so basically, it's like truth or dare. And if you chicken out you have to take a drink. The game ends when one of us finishes our drink," you were already fairly tipsy, but a game didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Hmm, sounds pretty easy," you said as the bartender placed two suicide cocktails in front of you. These were the strongest drinks on the menu which made them perfect for a game like this. "Okay, I'll go first," Heeseung smiled readjusting himself in the chair. "Alright, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Have you ever peed in a pool?" "Starting easy I see. And yes. To be honest, I think everyone has at least once in their lives." "True, true," you nodded.

"Your turn. Truth or dare?" "Hmm...truth." "What's the strangest rumor you've ever heard about yourself?" "Umm, one time back in fifth grade all of the kids used to tease me about a bump on my foot. They said I was growing a third toe because I was some kind of alien." "That's crazy. Okay, my turn," Heeseung chuckled. "Truth or dare?" "Truth...actually dare." "Hmmm let me see," you said scanning the room. "Oh oh, I know. Whisper something dirty to the bartender," you snickered as Heeseung sighed before whistling to get the female bartender's attention. Whatever he said must've been pretty wild because that girl was blushing for the rest of the night.

"Your turn," he grinned mischievously. "What's your biggest sex fantasy?" You didn't hesitate to take a sip from your drink. "Aww come on," he whined. "You just made me do that freaky ass shit so it's only fair we make it even." "Okay, well ask me something else." "Uh uh. You didn't want to tell the truth so now you have to do a dare." "Ugh fine," you groaned, rolling your eyes before taking another sip of the cocktail. "Hey! I didn't even give you the dare yet." "I know, but knowing you I'll probably need it to complete it," he laughed at your remark before telling you to close your eyes which you did obediently.

You felt a set of soft, plush lips meet yours, gently pulling them in. A simple kiss soon joined by a little tongue action. Then you remembered...Jake.

"What the fuck is this!?" you heard a voice that ripped your lips away from Heeseung. "Jake? What are you doing here?" "I was coming to find you! I was supposed to take you home today remember?!"

You had completely forgotten that Jake planned to take you home today.

"Jake. I-" "I don't wanna hear it!" he spat before storming out. "Who was that?" Heeseung asked. "That was my boyfriend," you sighed. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know." "That's my fault. I didn't tell you," you said grabbing your bag. "Where are you going now?" "To apologize to him," you said, leaving Heeseung behind.

You ran out to catch Jake as he walked to his car. "Jake! Wait!" you called, but he didn't turn around. "Jake!!" you shouted again.

*Honk*

"Y/N!!" Jake yelled out. The loud blaring of a car horn caught your attention as you were nearly hit by an oncoming car. Jake ran to you, grabbing you by the arm as he dragged you to his car. "Get in," he commanded."Jake I--" "No. I don't want to hear a single word about what happened back there. Not until we get home." "Your apartment?" "No...yours," he said sternly, gripping the cold leather of the steering wheel in his hands as he pulled off.

When you finally made it home, Jake waited for you to unlock the door to your room. He sat down at the metal barstool in your small apartment. "I didn't mean for it to go that far, Jake. I swear," you said as Jake dropped his head into his hands. You listened as he let out a deep sigh. "I'd do anything to make you happy. Anything! And this is what I get? You sneaking around with your manager behind my back," he spat. "How would you feel if you caught me at some bar making out with my co-worker?" "I-I would feel betrayed." "And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Absolutely, fucking betrayed." "Jake, I'll never do it again. I promise. It was a stupid mistake and I regret it. You're the sweetest guy I've ever known and I don't want to lose you." "Well maybe you'll think of that next time," Jake said as he stood up. "I'm going home. I need some time away from you to cool down." "Oh...okay." "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Jake," you said as you watched the teary-eyed boy leave your apartment.

You fell to the ground and cried after you locked the door. You felt like a piece of you had just been torn away. And that piece was Jake. The boy who walked into your life when you weren't even looking for love. And you know that if Jake hadn't come in there, things would've been a whole lot worse.

Ever since that day, Jake's been a little different. You two were able to move past the Heeseung ordeal, in fact, your 6 month anniversary was just around the corner. For the most part, Jake was the most loveable, reliable, and supportive boy you'd ever known, but on the other hand, he was a whole different person.

Even his best friends Sunghoon and Jay had started to convince you to break up with him, but you couldn't. You felt responsible for creating the two-faced sweetheart.

3 months ago…

You were on your way to Jake’s apartment to go and spend some time with him. However, you were running a little late because you had stopped to pick up some food for the two of you.

“Where the hell were you?” Jake said as he opened the door. Your smile faded as you saw the frustrated look on Jake’s face. “Sorry I’m late, there was just a lot of traffic today. But I went to pick up lunch for you…your favorite.” “Oh yeah? And did you go anywhere else while you were out?” “Well i-“ you were cut off by Jake grabbing a handful of your hair.

“You what?” “Ow! Jake! Please let me go,” you whined nearly dropping the bag of food. “Not until you tell me where else you went. And don’t even think about lying. It’ll only make things worse.” “I went to the library,” you whimpered. “To go meet up with someone huh?” “Yes, but—AHH!!” Jake pulled your hair tighter and brought your face to his. “I had to give Evie my notes from class,” you winced with tears welling in your eyes. Jake loosened his grip, relaxing your body. “She was sick last week and missed the lecture…so she was studying…at the library,” you continued to explain.

Jake caught the tear with his thumb as it ran down your cheek. “I’m sorry. I hate to see you cry,” he pouted, taking the bag from your hands and placing it on the counter. “I love you so much. And the thought of losing you scares the hell out of me,” Jake said as he pulled you in for a hug. “How about we go and enjoy our lunch together,” Jake kissed you on the forehead before walking you to the table.

Jay and Sunghoon came into the apartment not long after you and Jake started eating. "Hey guys," Jay casually waved as he walked to his room. You and Jake both responded by waving back. Sunghoon stayed behind in the kitchen to grab a drink while he played around on his phone. Within a few minutes, Jay was already heading back outside.

Both you and Jake assumed Sunghoon left with Jay so when a notification popped up on your phone from a guy named "Nicholas" Jake went ballistic. You barely had enough time to register the situation before you were smacked in the mouth with your phone. A thin stream of blood peered through the broken skin on your lips.

"What the fuck is this huh?" Jake shouted. "Are you cheating on me?" He continued. "Wh-what are you talking about?" you asked still dazed from the first whack. Jake reached to wrap his hands around your throat right as Sunghoon got up to see what was going on.

"Jake! Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing?" Sunghoon ran over to pull you away from him. "You need to fucking chill out. I-" Sunghoon stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the blood on your lip. "This is none of your business Sunghoon," Jake growled. "I'm not just gonna stand here and let you beat on your girlfriend like your dad beat your mom." Before Jake could respond Sunghoon had already taken you outside.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking at your lip. "Yea...I'm fine," you responded wiping the access with the back of your hand. "How long has this been going on?" "This is the first time he ever reacted this way," you replied looking down at the ground.

"Do you at least know why?" "He's afraid of me cheating on him like his ex." "This is so fucking stupid. He does realize that you're nothing like his ex right?" "Yea, but it's kinda my fault.." you sighed. "How?" "Well, he caught me in a bar one time making out with my manager. And since then, he doesn't fully trust me."

"That still doesn't give him a reason to hit you," Sunghoon shook his head. "I don't care about some one-time incident. Jake isn't a child, he needs to deal with his emotions like an adult. He could seriously hurt you. How do you think that would've gone if I wasn't in there? Huh?"

You rubbed your neck, remembering the way Jake tightly gripped your throat, "I...He would've choked me..." "And probably much worse," Sunghoon added. "I know you love him and I'm sure he loves you, but you can't stick around if he's gonna treat you like this--" "But it was just one time, Sunghoon. He'll never do it again," you didn't hesitate to defend Jake. You truly did believe this would be the last time.

"I hope not. If it happens again, just know I'll be dragging his ass out of the house instead of you," Sunghoon said before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm just walking you to my car."

You followed Sunghoon to his car, climbing into the passenger side.

*Click*

Sunghoon locked the doors. "I just have one question for you, do you want to go back in there or would you rather I take you home?" Sunghoon's question danced around in your mind. You were afraid of what Jake might do to you if he was still angry, but you also didn't want to leave him.

"I want to go back in there with Jake," you answered. "Well, that's your choice, but first we're going to get something to eat," Sunghoon sighed before pulling out his phone. "What are you doing?" "First, I'm texting Jay to meet up with us. Second, I'm telling your crazy ass boyfriend where I'm taking you so he doesn't do anything stupid."

>>Present Day:

As badly as you wanted to believe that was the first and last time Jake would ever hurt you, you knew random outbursts were inevitable. But at least he hadn't done any physical harm to your body...right? You've got into some pretty heated arguments where Jake has broken things around you. Another incident happened when the two of you were arguing about him wanting you to quit your job and move in with him.

Though you wanted to move in with him, you didn't want to quit your job. Sure the customers were annoying sometimes, but you loved that place. You'd been working there for over a year now and it almost felt like a second home. But Jake wasn't trying to hear that. He raised his hand and you closed your eyes tightly, bracing for impact. Instead, the sound of glass shattering caused you to jump.

Jake had thrown a glass bottle to the ground and walked away.

Jay came home just as Jake walked away. He rushed over to help you clean up the mess. "What happened?" Jay asked. "Nothing...It slipped out of my hands," you lied. And thus began a trend of you lying to cover for Jake.

Soon after, you moved in with Jake, while secretly keeping your job. Whenever he'd drive you, you told him to drop you off at a store that was a good little walk away from your real job. Yes, you felt bad for lying, but Jake was already controlling so many aspects of your life. You at least wanted this for yourself.

Nevertheless, you were excited about your date with Jake. He had planned a little weekend vacation at a resort not too far from where you lived. Lucky for you, Jake had calmed down a lot over the last two months so you weren't afraid to be alone with him.

Only one day stood between you and your little rendezvous and the both of you were getting very excited to spend some alone time together. As usual, Jake dropped you off at your fake job before you walked away to your real job. "Good morning, Y/N. What's got you all excited?" Heeseung asked upon seeing the smile on your face. "Me and Jake are going on a date this weekend," you beamed. "Sounds fun," he smiled back. "Well let's hurry up and finish your shift, so you can go home and get ready," he giggled. You immediately pulled your apron over your head and started taking orders.

Jake wanted to surprise you with flowers and chocolate when you finished your shift. So he ran over to a florist and picked up the biggest bouquet available. "What's the special occasion?" the lady asked as she rang him up. "It's for my girlfriend. We're going out this weekend for our anniversary and I want it to be special," he smiled. "Aww, that's so sweet. I wish I had a boyfriend like you," she giggled before handing Jake the bouquet. "Thank you," he smiled. "Wait...give this to her. Girls love plushies," she said, handing him a fluffy bear wearing a blue and green bow. "Oh my gosh. Thank you so much. She'll love this. How much is it?" "Don't worry about it," she waved her hand. "It's on the house. Enjoy your date."

Jake just had one more stop to make before coming over to pick you up. A box of chocolates.

He drove to your fake job with the biggest grin on his face, thinking about how you'd react to his surprise. When he finally arrived, he walked in and waited for you to come out. You supposedly worked as a server at this fancy restaurant. So when Jake didn't see you come out even once, he went to find the manager.

"Excuse me. Where's Y/N?" "Who's Y/N?" "She's one of your servers. Here's a picture of her," Jake said pulling out his phone to show the manager a picture of you. "I'm very sorry young man, but I've never seen that girl in my life. And her name is nowhere to be found on the roster. I believe you may have the wrong establishment," the elderly man said adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you're right," Jake chuckled. "Sorry for bothering you. Thank you for all of your help," Jake flashed a fake smile before walking off to a corner to call you.

You didn't answer the first call because you were in the middle of taking an order, but Jake didn't know. So he tried again. One of the servers saw the distressed look on his face. "Hey, who'd you say you were looking for again?" the waiter asked. Jake pulled up your picture and told him your name. "She's my girlfriend and I'm just really worried about her right now," Jake said rubbing his forehead. "Ohhh, I know her. Well, I know her face. She works not too far from here. At the Starbucks down the street. She's a cashier so she'll be in the front. Actually, I saw her there this morning. She's probably still there," the waiter said before walking off. "Ahh, thanks, man. Here's 50 for your time," Jake said handing the waiter a $50 bill. "Woah! I mean, you're welcome," he said holding up the bill to see if it was real.

Jake drove down the street to see you taking orders at the register before turning around to signal for someone to take your place.

*Ring Ring*

Jake's phone rang. He picked it up to see you calling. "Hello?" he answered. "Is everything okay?" you asked. "Yea, sorry. I butt-dialed and tried to call you back to let you know," Jake chuckled. "Oh okay. Well, I have to get back to work. My shift is almost over." "Alright, I'll be over in a bit to pick you up." "Okay, love you." "Love you too," he said before ending the call.

Jake pulled into a parking spot and waited for you to get off of work. He watched as you walked down the street and stood in front of the building to your fake job.

After waiting a few minutes, Jake drove around the block to pick you up. You climbed into the car to see Jake smiling with a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a cute plush teddy. "Aww, Jake. What's all this?" "I wanted to surprise you at work," he said before pulling off. "Thank you so much, Jake. This is beautiful," you smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek. You went on to tell him about your day at work as he drove you back to his apartment.

You were completely unaware that Jake found out you had been lying to him for the past few months about where you worked and he was very upset. This weekend of romance may have just turned into a trap for you. You were going out of town to a secluded area alone with Jake. There will be no Jay or Sunghoon to protect you from the monster Jake could be.

And the worst part was that you didn't even know you were walking to your own doom...

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childhood friends trope with Law please and thank you <3333 This particular trope always has me in shambles THE INTIMACY?? OR KNOWING EVERY VERSION OF THAT PERSON?? THE INSIDE JOKES? UGHHH And lets not forget the tenderness that comes with knowing that person for years and then some. Good shit. I just want this lonely brooding twink to have something constant in his from from his childhood to adulthood. The softness makes me wanna hurl i love it

YESSSSS i am also such a sucker for childhood friends trope bls I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: fluff, a touch of angst, dressrosa arc spoilers]

He's lucky to not be dead.

You kneel on Law's other side, limp hand in both of yours. You've never seen him so still and quite frankly, you're terrified.

You know you should talk to him, try to keep him tethered here in the land of the living ㅡ but your mind is horribly blank given the chaos still unfolding around you.

Were you more sentimental, you'd beg. A thousand pinky promises and accompanying eyerolls, the smirk you so often threaten to punch him for when he's being insufferable ㅡ you'd take it over this.

"You must care for him quite a bit," Viola says, and you know she's trying to find something to say, to reassure you that Law is going to be just fine. "Are you..."

She trails off, tact where there often is none when it comes to you and Law. Because there's only so in sync you can be with someone else, share looks and understand what the other wants, seemingly operate as two halves of a whole before you get that question.

"No," you say, "we're just friends."

ㅡ

You're a lot more than just friends. That implies that there's been much of a time where you didn't know each other, and there really hasn't. Or that the two of you met through traditional means.

That isn't quite true either. You meet when the world is on fire for the both of you, in ways so similar and yet not.

Grief is such a funny thing when you find comfort in someone who's lost just as much as you. It's easier to tread those dark waves when someone else is threatening to sink with you ㅡ find solid ground in linked pinkies and eyerolls that follow, wide grins made hole-punched by missing baby teeth.

Of course there's also Shachi, Penguin and Bepo ㅡ they aren't far behind you in knowing Law, but it still stands that you've been a constant for longer.

"Of course I'm gonna come with you, idiot," you huff, eyes gleaming with laughter, "who else is gonna put up with you the way I do?"

You don't need to tell him you'd gladly follow him through the gates of hell. He knows, because he'd do the same for you.

There's only one person who knows you better than yourself, and his name is Trafalgar Law. You don't turn as he exits Kyros' house, eyes still skyward as he sinks onto the step beside you.

"The stars are pretty," you remark.

"You should be asleep." Law's eyes narrow when you mouth his words at the same time, and you scoff.

"Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who got shot, then almost lost an arm." Law meets your gaze, then looks away. "I'm not expecting you to apologize, because that isn't how we operate. But we made a promise, didn't we?"

"[Name]ㅡ"

"Law."

Law huffs. "We were kids."

"So? Hasn't stopped us before. As I recall, you've pulled this card on me several times." You hold your hand up, pinky extended. "Do it, Law."

Law stares at you, as thrilled about your tradition as he ever is, but links his pinky around yours. You grin, and he rolls his eyes. "You're a pain."

"Yeah," you answer, scooting closer to settle your head on his shoulder. "You're my pain, and I'm yours. That's how it works, right?"

Law is quiet, undoubtedly still coming to terms with the end of all of this and what it means for him ㅡ catharsis, a shackle unclamped from around his neck. Your hand finds his, fingers braced through the gaps of his, and you squeeze. You don't say a word, and you don't have to.

"Yeah," Law finally answers, lets his head rest against yours. "It is."

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous

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lily-orchard · 4 months

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Thank you. Rambling about ODD ahead, please let me know if there's anything I've said weird:

ODD is supposed to note to professionals that there is something creating worrying behaviour in a child/teen. The most common reason someone develops ODD is that they aren't being parented well. There are tables of what is likely to cause specific dysfunctional behaviours and he majority are based on poor parenting skills and/or abuse. The most effective treatment for ODD is working with the parents on their parenting or removing the abuse from a child's life.

In some of these cases it's poor parenting based on an underlying condition, most commonly ADHD or autism, where treatment is essentially just teaching parents how to help their neurodivergent children.

The biggest thing child psychologists get from an ODD diagnosis is what to look out for in the future.

ODD is split into different types of behaviour:

Irritable/angry, Defiant/argumentative and, vindictive.

The biggest worry is vindictive behaviour as it is a flag for the potential development of antisocial disorders. Irritable/angry behaviour can indicate or develop into anxiety and mood disorders and defiant ODD symptoms most often link with ADHD.

Diagnosing ODD is supposed to be a way to improve the life of the child that has been diagnosed and a warning of what disorders they may be susceptible to.

The problem is, and this is where your views on it are completely correct, many psychologists and parents take the label and decide that it is enough. ODD has been given the moniker of "bad child disorder" which seriously harms all kids with ODD! It is used more often as a way to dismiss the children who are suffering when it is supposed to be the red flag of "this kid needs help"

This is why you stop making up new disorders and start telling parents "Your child is being abused. This is a natural response to mistreatment."

This is what all that "over-diagnosis" stuff from the 2000's was about. Using overly clinical language to obfuscate a very straightforward concept, when you KNOW shitty parents are going to take a diagnosis as carte-blanche to do whatever they want.

"How are terrible people going to react to this" needs to be factored into the creation of new diagnostic criteria. It's why shit like "Antisocial Personality Disorder" and "Narcissistic Personality Disorder" desperately need to be renamed yesterday. Because the words "Antisocial" and "Narcissist" mean things that are completely anathema to how those disorders actually work. Whoever approved that name should be hit with a stick.

90% of the stigma around mental illness is based around the fact that they have such ominous fucking names.

Here's a crazy idea: Rename Oppositional Defiance Disorder to "Battered Child Syndrome." Because that's what it is.

Rename NPD "Compulsive Insecurity."

Start naming shit in ways that is both not inflammatory and actually conveys what it fucking does. Like we do with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. That's the greatest name in the world because it's clear, it tells you exactly what it is, and it's so boring-sounding that nobody could ever stigmatize it.

Everyone understands "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

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rafescurtainbangz · 22 days

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SCREAM x Stranger Things

(Chapter 3 & 4; drop 2 of 7) +18

Harrington | Hargrove | Munson

Minor DNI

Billy Hargrove x OC

Steve Harrington x OC

Eddie Munson x OC

4.8 K

written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson

dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage

Public oral sex (male receiving), rough oral, boot riding, pet names, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering

Chapter 1 - 2 LINK

Chapter III - The Barn

Heidi's POV:

The Monday before Halloween...

"Jim... we need this," you meet his hardened gaze. He shakes his head and sucks his teeth, turning his attention to the open window. "Just let us stay open until ten at least, Hop. This is our busiest time of the year. This is how we make money. Do you know how many people we have on payroll?" You ramble; your voice coming out a little more manic than you would've hoped.

"Heidi..."

"Yes, Jim."

"Three people died here... He killed a Cunningham. And, a Carver... Those names hold weight in this town. People aren't just gonna forget what happened to them overnight."

"No one is asking them to forget, Jim." You shut your eyes softly, taking a deep breath; pressing your air out slowly.

The judgment is so apparent in his eyes. Jim doesn't understand, and if he doesn't; no one else will.

"I know this is callous. And, I know that those families just lost their loved ones. I'm a mom, Hop. I couldn't imagine losing my kids... like that." You swallow stiffly, clearing the lump in your throat. "I saw them... All three victims. And, I'll never get that out of my head... But, you have the guy, Jim. You have someone behind bars. Our business can't just stop..."

"We all know Alfie didn't do it. The man's a lunatic; but, he's basically harmless. He just got released this afternoon."

"Why?"

"Because there was CCTV footage of him stumbling outside of Melvald's at the time of the murders, Heidi."

"Jesus Christ," you sigh.

"You've known that man for twenty-plus years. He's a fuckin' kook; but, he's no killer."

"Please..." You ask, pitifully. Hopper shakes his head, quickly burying it in his hand; grumbling in frustration as he tries his best to stay firm. "I have a plan, Jim... We're still going to lose a lot. I mean a lot of money... but, it will be something. No hayride... No haunted house."

Jim peers at you with weary eyes; rolling them away. "And how are you gonna manage that, Jones?"

You hold back a hopeful smile; bringing out a slip of paper with your agenda, sliding it his way. "No one can get into the grounds without coming through the main gates. We will account for everyone that comes in and out; body searches, heavy police presence, closing at ten."

"You said no hayride; no haunted house, Heidi."

"We'll shut them down. Our scare actors can walk through the main area after 7 PM when most of the young families have left an-"

"The killer was a masked man... Did you forget that part? You can't be serious? He cuts you short, irritation ever-present in his tone.

"I am," you snip.

"Unbelievable. He slumps down in his seat, pitching his head back; mumbling in vexation yet again.

"Jim... You need to understand that I'm playing nice because you and I are best friends. I have known you for thirty-four years..."

"Best? And, Thirty-three," he huffs; resting a dart between his lips, striking a light.

"Well, that's rude... And sorry, thirty-three," you mumble. "But, you know as well as I do, the second this was no longer an active crime scene, I was given the green light for business as usual. All I had to do was stick to the eleven PM curfew just like everyone else."

"Heidi-"

"I'm working with you, Jim. Why aren't you working with me?"

He crosses his arms tightly across his chest, yielding his gaze to the window once more. You can see that he wants to tell you off. If you were anyone else, he probably would.

"I will personally pay for security, Ji-"

"Fine!" He shouts; tossing his hands up in defeat. "Where the hell is your husband by the way?"

"I don't know where Alex is. He's your partner, Hop. Aren't you supposed to know?" You challenge; taking your paper off his hands. "So, we're on for tonight?"

"You're killin' me, Jones," he murmurs.

"That a yes?"

"Yes," he bemoans through his exhales; two steady streams of smoke pouring through his nostrils. Hopper stamps out his cigarette dramatically as he shoots you a side-eye. "I'll send a few cars over at sunset. And, we may be best friends; but, you are at the very top of my shit list."

"Thank you," you beam; quickly reaching for your phone and schedule, mentally preparing yourself to call back all the staff you called off.

"Like you said, Heidi... You can do whatever you want," he clips as he slides his arms into his leather sheriff's jacket. "You're just playin' nice," Hopper mocks your tone; eyes, slicing in your direction.

"You pushed me," you chuckle; gliding your finger along the row of names to call.

"Bullshit."

You give him a sweet smile; making him look back at you annoyedly.

"What?" He scoffs.

"Nothin' Hop. I appreciate you helping me out. I just wanted your support on all this-"

"I support none of this!" He clamors; fishing for another cigarette. "Just so you are aware."

"Nothing is going to happen," you assure; glancing at the first name on the list. Billy Hargrove. "Can I walk you out?"

"Why are you tryin' to be sweet to me now, Jones," he backchats; trudging toward the exit.

"That's what best friends do, Jim," you chuckle; taking the lead, drawing the door open for him. "Plus, I need to talk to the grounds crew." He gives you a little nod, stepping into the hallway.

"Seven nights, Jones..."

"Seven nights of frights, Hop. Then, we're on to Christmas trees."

"What about Thanksgiving?"

"Nobody gives a shit about that," you breathe, making Jim chuckle as you tug open the front door.

Leaves roll across the porch; a crisp fall chill drifting through the air. Hopper's right. We have seven nights... Seven nights to avoid another disaster. Seven nights to make up for the financial hit we already took. Seven nights to prove that that was a fuckin' fluke.

"She works here?" Hopper questions; pointing his lit cigarette toward the barn. The two of you watch as a leggy brunette wanders up the hill. "What about those two over there?" He gestures in the opposite direction; the pair of you watching as a couple disappears, heading toward the woods. "Welp. Looks like people are already comin' in unaccounted for," he grunts. "That one's Heather Holloway, by the way. No way she could have done it. And, those two. That's-"

"Nancy and Jonathan," you finish his sentence, watching as they change course; hiking toward the haunted house.

"Tighten your ship, Jones," he warns; flicking his cigarette butt to the pavement. Heather rounds the corner, disappearing inside as you try your best to mask the emotions.

"You doin' okay, Heidi?" Jim queries; making your stomach sink.

"Mhmm... Just trying to think of ways to keep that from happening," you subsist; flicking your eyes back in his path.

"I'll send over a car to sit at the gate, Heidi," he gripes; climbing back into his patrol truck.

"Thank you, Hop." You shout; walking back inside. "Seven days!"

"Can't come soon enough, Jones."

Heather's POV:

"Billy? Billy Hargrove!" You sing, breathily.

There's a rustling aloft, the shuffling of work boots against the weathered wooden floor. "Holloway? That you, sweetheart?" He croons; voice reverberating through the airy space.

Fuck... That voice.

"Hey, Bills." You walk across the creaky foundation, following the sound of his voice. Grabbing the rungs of the ladder, you look up. The warm sun pours through the little window, limiting your view.

"I'll be down there in a sec."

"I can come up," you smile; climbing carefully up the old loft ladder.

"Be careful, sweetheart. This barn is old as shit."

There he is. You rise into the loft, trying your best to fight your smile as you take him in; Billy's blonde curls disheveled; a well-loved white tee and blue jeans practically painted on his frame, hugging him in all the right places.

He looks different... Better even. I mean, don't get me wrong, seeing Billy in red swim trunks was a sight to see; but, this is next level... You let out a dizzy giggle; cheeks pinched pink.

He turns around, meeting your gaze; his blue sparkling eyes set on yours. Billy wipes his arm across his brow, rubbing out a lick of sweat.

"Well, shit. You're prettier every time I see you, Holloway," he flirts; grabbing a hay bale by the strings; muscles flexing tight as he drops it to the bottom floor. "I got two more. Then, I can take a break. Alright?"

"Want some help?" You ask, sweetly. He lifts an eyebrow in your direction, chuckling lightly.

"It's like fifty pounds, Heather. And, dressed like that? You look too good for this shit." He gives you a cheeky wink before lobbing another bale. "Whatcha doin' here? I thought you had class."

"You don't wanna see me?" You sigh; putting on your best puppy dog eyes. He shakes his head and laughs; finishing off his job, the last bale landing with a thud.

"We both know that's not true."

"It's Monday, Bills. I don't have classes on Monday."

"Damn," he grumbles in exhaustion; grabbing a seat close by. You slide to his side, making his smile spread wider. "There's been so much goin' on here I lost track," he softens his tone; eyes falling to your glossed lips, nipping his own.

"That why you're not textin' me back, Bills?" You whisper.

Billy matches your gaze, making your heart race. "I'd never ignore you, Heather."

"Never?"

"I thought we were casual, Holloway," he teases. "You don't have a couple guys at ISU takin' up your time-"

"No. I do," you taunt, cutting him short. Billy gives you a little scowl; scrunching his nose. "Jealous, Hargrove?"

"Nah." You rest your hand on his thigh, leaning in slightly; letting it glide a little higher. He lets out a gravelly laugh, throwing his gaze down to his body as he slips off his work gloves. "I'm pretty dirty, Heather. You sure?"

"I don't give a shit about that, Bills."

"Get over here," he rasps.

You sling your thigh over, following Billy's lead as he takes hold of your hips. He guides you down onto his lap, eyes traveling slowly up your body before landing on yours.

"A little bit," he mumbles.

"A little bit, what?"

He looks away, dimples popping in his cheeks. "Jealous. Yeah... Sure. I'm a little jealous, Heather. I can't lie."

Your tongue pokes through your smile as you take in his words. Billy's hands roam your curves, circling your ass.

"Why do you care anyway, Heather?"

"Got a little jealous myself, Bills."

"I missed you, Heather."

"I missed you too, Billy," you whisper; lessening the distance between the two of you.

Your hands rest lightly on his chiseled chest, taking in his familiar scent as your eyes follow his silver chain. You let your fingers fall down his body; tracing over the thin cotton, feeling the ripples of his abs underneath.

You yank at his shirt. Billy quickly takes the hint, flicking off his hat before tearing off his shirt. His lips collide with yours; his rough hands wrapping around the back of your neck, towing you in. His tongue slips between your lips, swirling effortlessly with yours.

Billy's strong hands slide down your shoulders, pinching the collar of your jacket; drawing it back slightly. "This okay?"

"Mhmm," you pant between kisses. The jacket slips off your shoulders, falling to the barn floor. You save him the breath, twining your fingers around the spaghetti straps of your tank top. Peeling it off your body, bunching the material around your waist; breasts bouncing free. Billy, instantly takes a fistful for himself. Palming your skin as you start to grind on top of him. Billy leaves your lips, kissing you messily on your neck. You lean back, giving him better access.

It's been a while... A few weeks since the two of us had been together. I lied... There is no one else. No one but him. And, nothing about this is casual for me.

His hand dives between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit through the fabric of your leggings.

I missed his hands too... All of the things they would do to me; driving deep inside, wrapping around my throat.

"Heather," he groans; making you release a hushed moan. "Missed me?"

"Yeah," you answer, needily; as your hand rests lightly on his cock, feeling his bulge through his Levis.

"Gonna need more than 'yeah', baby," he mutters between sloppy kisses, making you smile against his mouth.

You let your fingers work up his body again. He takes a heavy handle on your hips pressing the two of you together, moving with you as you work. You can feel the friction between your thighs, quenching just a fraction of your thirst; making you wetter by the second.

"I missed you so fucking much, Billy."

"That's a little better," he chuckles as he slaps your ass; the familiar sting left behind even through your clothes. "Wanna show me?"

You let out a lust-drunk laugh; easily working him out of his belt and jeans. "I wanna make you feel good, Billy."

"Get on your knees for me, baby. Suck my fuckin' cock."

You suck off his bottom lip, nipping and tugging; pulling a moan from him as you sink to your knees, complying with his demand. You run your nails along the deep indentations of his v-lines, kissing the top of his cotton boxers; hooking your fingers underneath.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth, Billy," you groan as you tug his boxers past his hips, letting his dick spring free. "Looks like someone missed me," you whisper against his swollen cock; precum leaking from the tip.

He looks down at you; his light eyes, hooded, framed with inky black lashes. They flutter wildly as you glide your tongue along his head, collecting him on your tongue.

"Of course I did," he grunts; raising his hand toward you. Billy glides his rough finger along your jaw, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip. "No one sucks cock like you, Heather. You know that," he rasps. "Open up." Billy slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down your tongue; spit seeping slightly out of the corners of your lips instantly.

He stands over you; jeans gathered around his feet, work boots still on as he holds his thick cock by the base. You relax yourself, moaning softly as you take Billy in your mouth. Swiftly reminded of his size as you seize as much as you can, gagging slightly as he pushes himself against the back of your throat.

"Fuck, baby," he whines; tossing his head back as your wrap your lips around his length. "Feels so good."

Praise flows freely from his parted lips as he lets you have your way with him; bobbing back and forth quickly, pushing yourself to your limit.

You sink on your knees, letting out a drawn-out groan on his cock as your throbbing pussy lands on the toe of his boot. You start to wind your hips, sucking as you grind. Billy takes notice; eyes rolling back; head, tilting to the ceiling. "God damn. I missed you," he moans a little louder.

You lick a stripe up his fat cock, swirling your tongue around his head as you continue to ride his boot; feeling your pleasure spurring between your thighs. Your brows knit tightly; looking up at him desperately.

"You gonna cum, baby," he mumbles; raking his fingers into your hair; taking hold of the back of your head. You nod, gagging on his dick in the process; tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel the knot in your stomach coil tight. "Shit..." He bites his bottom lip, doing his best to hold back his pleasure. "Me too."

You feel the chill of your slick between your thighs, surely wetting the toe of Billy's leather boot as you drip with arousal.

"Bet that pussy's so wet for me," he pants. "Cum for me. Huh? Cum for daddy."

Your orgasm overtakes your body, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your pussy flutters; muffled cries around his cock as he takes control, bucking into your mouth. "So close, Heather. Shit." Your body relaxes; eyes, rolling back in your head at the sound of his pleasure.

You lock eyes with Billy as he fights to keep his open; nails running up his legs. You sink them into his thick thighs causing him to suck in a breath. You feel his dick throb on your tongue. Yes. His muscles clench under your grasp; fingers pulling at your strands.

Billy moans your name, lowly; drawing out quickly. You shut your eyes, pressing your breasts together; as ropes of cum hit your tongue and tits.

"Mmm..." You hum; gliding a finger between your breasts, cleaning up some of the mess, taking it between your lips.

"Now you're just showin' off," he huffs; reaching for you hastily, pulling you off the floor and into his strong arms. You tip your forehead against his, scratching your nails into his curls; drawing him to your lips again.

"Billy? You in here?"

Your eyes widen on his. Billy matches your gaze; holding back a laugh, completely unbothered. "Shh..." He cautions you nonetheless. You button your lips shut, silencing yourself with your mouth against his. "Come over tonight," he whispers against your kiss.

"I can't. I have volleyball practice."

"No..." He mumbles; brushing his plump lips against yours. "So, you came here just to talk to me, Holloway?"

You let out a breathy laugh, completely caught in the act. "Pretty full of yourself, Hargrove?"

"Well, did ya?" He smiles; nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Billy!" You hear her call again.

"Be down in a second," he shouts.

"I need to talk to you in my office before you head out for the night. Okay?"

"Yup. Sounds good, Heidi. I'll be up there in a bit."

You grab his cheeks, forcing his attention back on yours as you continue your conversation. "I did. I came here for you."

"Well, shit." A smile pulls on his lips as his eyes fall down your body. "When can I see you next, Holloway?"

"Text me back."

"I will. I will. I promise," he chuckles, softly. "Hey. Wanna go to a party?"

"Duh," you giggle, excitedly. "When?"

"Thursday... You gonna dress up for me?"

"Of course. I'd love to, Bills."

"Mmm... Can't wait."

Romeo's Diner, Hawkins...

Thalia's POV

"Tonight? They're already reopening?" You hear his deep voice from behind the counter.

Eddie Munson...

You peek over at the big clock hanging on the wall. Right on time.

It's Tuesday, which means Eddie just finished his shift at Frank's Auto Shop. He's here for his usual... Coffee; two creams, one sugar, and a slice of pie. Peach is his favorite; apple, a close second, more sentimental than anything else.

Eddie used to come here every Friday with his Uncle. Both of them ordered the same thing. Coffee and pie. Wayne would get the apple and Eddie the peach. They'd sit for hours sometimes; Eddie, always talking dramatically with his hands. Wayne shaking his head in bewilderment at Eddie's wild tales, cherishing every moment.

The Munsons weren't exactly the community's favorite family; but, they didn't care. The two of them were happy. And, that's all that mattered.

Wayne Munson was a kind man. He had a smile that warmed your heart. You knew he didn't have a lot of money; but, he always made sure to tip you a little extra.

Two years ago he got sick. You watched as he slowly deteriorated. Every week, his already slim form began to waste away into an empty shell of a man. The one thing that remained the same was his smile. It never changed; but, Eddie's did.

And then he was gone.

Eddie stopped coming to the diner for a few months after his Uncle's death. Every time the bell would jingle you would check to see if he had finally come back.

Curiosity got the better of you, wanting to know if he was safe; wanting to know if he was okay.

You followed him, steering just close enough that you wouldn't lose him. Eddie drove with his windows down, blasting Johnny Cash. Wayne's favorite. He rode all the way to Lover's Lake, parking in a shitty little parking lot; overgrown with weeds.

Eddie walked out to the boat launch, stepping onto the rickety dock; wandering to the end before taking a seat. He stayed there for hours, just sitting in silence.

I could see he was okay... But, I knew he wasn't alright.

When Eddie returned to the diner, he plopped down in their normal booth and ordered his usual. His visits became more routine. Still, every Friday; but, also in between his shifts or simply on the days he was missing Wayne a little more.

You didn't mind. Seeing Eddie was something you always looked forward to. Hoping it might be the day when he would see you as more than just a waitress at the dingy local dive.

You watch as he tilts back against the bright red booth, spreading his legs widely. His familiar leather jacket lies in the spot next to him. He runs a dirty hand over his face, an audible groan escaping his plush lips as he presses the phone to his ear.

"I just think it's a little insensitive, given everything that just happened." His usual warm tone is ridden with frustration. Something's wrong. "Sure..." He grumbles as he runs his hands over his tired eyes. "I need the money, Heidi. I'll be there." Eddie ends the call swiftly, tossing the phone on the table.

You reach behind your back, tugging the strings of your checkered apron a little tighter, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front before heading his way with a fresh pot of coffee.

"Eddie, hey!" You greet him with a warm smile.

His biceps flex against the fabric of his gray mechanic's shirt; Munson embroidered in cursive on the front pocket. A white tank top covered in grease fits firmly against his torso. Eddie's hair is drawn back in a low messy bun; his big brown eyes incapable of cloaking any emotion.

"Thalia," he greets you simply; forcing a small smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"Umm... I have your coffee. Freshly made," you chirp.

"Thank you, darlin'." He avoids your gaze as he looks down at his greased-covered hands. You notice his fingers tapping rapidly; his rings, clicking against the hard tabletop.

"Eddie..." You ask, softly; pouring his cup of coffee, watching as the steam rises into the air. "Are you okay?"

Eddie finally meets your gape, doing his best to hold back tears. His eyes are red; dark bags painted underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. After everything that happened with Chrissy, I'm sure he didn't.

"Not really."

You take a seat across from him, reaching for the center caddy; plucking out two plastic cream cups, and a packet of white sugar, dumping the contents inside. "I'm sorry," you whisper; sliding the mug a little closer to him.

"Thank you... How did you know I take my coffee this way?" He asks, curiously; his hardened exterior softening slightly.

"Been workin' here since I was fourteen," you smile. "You're a creature of habit, Eddie Munson."

"That I am," he mumbles; swirling the metal spoon in his cup, before taking it to his lips.

Eddie sips slowly, shutting his eyes. You rise to your feet, bellying up to the bar; grabbing the pie off Romeo's hands before he can even ding the bell, resting it in front of Eddie. His eyes open, looking at the dessert before he looks at you. This simple act of kindness making his sleepy eyes glass with tears.

"What's goin' on, Eddie?"

He draws a deep laborious breath, pressing it out slowly.

"Well," he mutters, "Jones is openin' up tonight... Again... Already," he pushes the word out before taking another sip. "It's all about money. Fuckin' greed. I thought that Heidi was above that; but, she's just as bad as the rest of 'em. This town is fuckin' disgusting."

"I'm sorry about Chrissy."

His Adam's apple bobs; eyes fluttering at the sound of her name. Eddie's nostrils flare as his tears threaten to break free. "Chrissy Cunningham was a good person. She was a friend of mine... Chriss meant somethin' to me. I heard her, Thalia... I called her right before she died. I heard her final words. She was so fuckin' scared," he rattles. Eddie lifts the collar of his shirt, quickly brushing the tears away.

"That's awful, Eds. Chrissy was always so sweet. I only had a few classes with her, and we never talked; but, I saw the way she treated others."

"You went to Hawkins High School, Thalia?" He asks as he sinks his fork into his pie.

"Yeah," you answer, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. There was a part of you always hoping that he saw you in some way or another; this clearly was not the case. "I was homeschooled until freshman year."

"Did we have classes together-"

"Mhmm..." You buzz; taking a cup for coffee as well. "Mrs. O'Donnell's class."

"Oh, shit," he sneers. "Yeah, I blocked that shit outta my memory... I can't believe I never noticed you."

You bite your lips, trying to think of what to say next.

"I'm sorry, Thalia," he respires. "I'm crazy to have missed you."

You draw your lips to the side, holding back a nervous smile. "I wasn't exactly the Queen of Hawkins High or popular in the slightest."

"Neither was I," he snorts; swirling a sugared peach in his melted cream, before taking it between his lips.

The little bell tinkles overhead. You glance over your shoulder, watching as Nancy and Jonathan walk in; creatures of habit themselves. It's Monday... Which means they'll sit in the diner for hours, draining coffee while they work on stuff for the news station.

You turn your attention back to Eddie. "Well, sorry to take up so much of your time, Eddie. I know you usually like to unwind when you come in here."

"Don't apologize, Thalia. It was nice getting to know you." Your stomach floods with butterflies as you take in his words; Eddie, using a deep tone he's never used before. There's a slight sparkle behind his pensive eyes that wasn't there before too.

"You as well. Talk to you soon?" You ask, hopefully.

"Yeah... Um... Here." Eddie reaches for a little napkin scratching down a note, passing it your way. "Umm... Text me? Maybe we can get together. I could take you out if you'd like?"

You bite your lip, screaming internally as you stuff it into your pocket. "I'd like that a lot," you manage; keeping your elation at the proper level. "I'll text you later." You turn around quickly, beaming from ear to ear as you walk over to Nancy and Jonathan.

Her eyes flash up, catching Eddie across the way. She whispers to Jonathan who turns around as well.

"Hey, you two. What can I get you?"

"Coffee," she answers, hastily; before moving closer. "Did you get to talk to Eddie about Chrissy at all?"

You look back at Eddie, finishing the last bits of his pie; a slightly different man than when he walked in. He looks happier. I'm not gonna let Nancy ruin that. She takes out a pen and paper, looking at you hopefully as she waits for a response.

"Leave Eddie alone." The words leave your lips quietly; enough venom laced in your tone to make even Nancy Wheeler shift in her seat.

"Oh... Okay." She fumbles over her words, slipping her notebook and pen away.

You hear the clinking of Eddie's chains as he walks toward the door. He looks at you, giving you a smile.

Heidi's POV:

You stand at the window, staring out onto the field at the barn in the distance; watching as the sun sinks behind it. Reds and oranges wash the sky, night closing in around you.

There's a steady flow of cars spilling into the parking lot again, business as usual. As Hopper promised, a heavy police presence is here as well; red and blue lights flickering in the distance.

A few guests walk past the office, smiling and laughing. Guilt creeps in almost immediately... I'm not totally heartless... I haven't forgotten what I saw. I can't imagine what the families think of me; opening the doors so soon after.

Greedy. Money hungry. Heartless.

And, those aren't the only terrible things I am.

I hate myself for going in there after him... I tried my best to let it go; but, when she didn't come out of that barn I knew exactly what they were doing.

I could hear their little whispers. Heather's breathy giggle made me physically ill. It's absolutely classless for him to do that here. This is his fucking job... He's on the clock.

That's not why I was upset.

Every fiber of my being wished that it was me.

"Knock. Knock," he rasps; you hear his fist rap against the door, making your heart race. Stop, Heidi... I talk to him every morning, every afternoon; late at night when he's shuffling out to his Camaro after a long day. He was probably doing this all along... with her. They're most likely together.

I've never had to see it before though. Ignorance is bliss.

"Heidi? You in there?" Billy tries again.

"Yeah. Umm, yeah. Come in."

"So, we openin' or what?" He meets your watch, smiling at you happily. You purse your lips; masking your feelings as you try your best to match his.

"Y-Yeah," you force the word past your lips.

He narrows his gaze on yours. "Everything okay, Mrs. Jones?"

Mrs. Jones?

You cover your face slightly; turning away from him as you walk toward your desk. Billy lowers himself in a chair; you, taking the one across from him. A silent conversation shared between the two of you.

He knows.

Chapter IV - The Rendezous

Heidi's POV:

Hawkins Pool, Summer 2002...

Flashback...

"Cassie," Billy chuckles, lightly.

"Mhmm," she peeps; continuing her little dance on the pool's edge, as focused as a five-year-old could be after an hour-long lesson; listening to her favorite song blare over the speakers.

"If you don't focus. I'm gonna have to turn down the music. Alright?" He smiles; tousling her brunette mop of curls.

"I think we're done, Coach Billy."

"You're not havin' fun?" He pouts; looking down at her sadly.

"Ew. You're bad at that," she giggles. "Gotta go like this." She shows him her best pouty face as well.

"I'll remember that for next time. One more, Cass. Then we're done," he assures. "Mom said, 'If you listen really well she'll take you to Scoops'.

"Did I?" You ask; lowering your sunglasses on your nose.

"Mhmm... And I think I'll join ya. 'Cause it's hot as shi-" He stops himself, his beautiful blue eyes broadening as he catches himself.

"Were you gonna swear, Coach Billy?"

"Me?" He scoffs; looking down in her direction with his hands on his hips. "Never. Now stop stallin'."

"Fine." She mimics his stance, poking her tongue out at him; making him gasp.

"Alright. Alright. Acceleration Drill. You remember?"

"'Course," she huffs; starting her little dance again as a new tune starts.

"Cass..."

"Ugh. Sorry, Coach," she soughs.

"Alright. Eleven position." She lifts her tiny arms high, mimicking Billy; her little tummy rounded in her yellow swimsuit. "Good work. Now, this is how we start. What do we do next?"

"Push."

"You got it," he beams. "Then?"

"Two dolphins."

"Yup. Two dolphin kicks. On the third, bend your elbows and throw the water to your-"

"Piggies."

"Bingo... Throw the water to your toes and sneak back to eleven. Great job, Cass. So, I'm gonna go first, then you. Alright?" She nods merrily in response, taking a seat on the fringe of the pool as Billy dives in. He breaks the surface, paddling toward her with a smile. "Count me down?"

"Three, two, one; go!" She squeals in delight. Billy presses off the wall effortlessly, moving through the water while Cassie counts aloud.

He makes his way back to her, keeping pace; focusing more on showing off his form than beating his last lap. He pops his head out of the water, chuckling as he brushes the water from his face. "It's not a race, Cass. Not yet at least. Okay?"

Cassie jumps high, tucking her legs into a cannonball; hitting the water, making barely a splash. "Stinker," Billy teases; wiping the pool water from his eyes. "Alright. You ready, Jones?"

"Mhmm."

"Three, two, one; go!"

Cassie pushes off the wall, kicking as hard as her little body can; moving at a snail's pace compared to Billy. He cheers her on all the same, watching her carefully; coaching her along the way. She catches the other side, quickly returning where she started.

"Nice work, Cass!" He praises; reaching out for a high five. She smiles proudly, looking back at you. "You see that, mommy?"

"Of course. You're doin' amazing, baby."

The two of them bob to the ladder; Billy waiting behind, letting Cassie crawl out first.

"Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" She cheers, instantly; skipping toward the rack of towels.

Your focus shifts, knowing what will come next; eyes set on the edge as Billy grabs the rungs of the ladder. His muscles flex as he pulls himself from the pool.

He shakes out his blonde hair; eyes shut gently. You watch as the water falls down his body, the little trails flowing like rivers through the divets of his abs. His red swim trunks cling to his burly thighs, gripping them tightly; leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing.

He smiles, coyly; making you blush. You look away, fast turning your attention to Cassie as she paws the water from her hair.

You can hear his steps nearing you; his presence this close, making your heart race a little faster.

"We still on for ice cream, Mrs. Jones?" He asks; eyes, setting on yours.

"Call me, Heidi, Billy. Please. You're making me feel old."

"Alright," he chuckles. "Heidi." Billy tries on your name. His low, dark voice sends a warmth across your body. "Are we still on for ice cream?"

"Uhh... Mint Flare, Chocolate Pudding, and Oreo Dream," Cassie orders; nose pressed against the glass.

"And, I'll have U.S.S. Butterscotch. Billy, what do you want?" You smile; glancing back at him. He rumples his brows, shaking his head 'no'.

"That's not how this is working, Mrs. Jones." You widen your eyes playfully. "Heidi..." He corrects himself. "I can't let you buy my ice cream; but, thank you."

"A true gentleman," the worker gripes, completely unenthused that you're taking up her extra time with your little exchange.

"Billy, just tell Erica what you'd like," you sharpen your tone, playfully; handing her your credit card.

"Umm... Chocolate Pudding. Thanks." He stuffs his hands in his back pockets, digging his heel into the checkered floor. "Thanks, Heidi."

"Of course."

"Avery!" Cassie squeals; yanking you out of your daze. She runs over to their table, hugging her friend.

The two of you step to the side, waiting for your ice cream. You can feel his stare out of the corner of your eyes, sending tingles through your body; feelings that you haven't felt in years, bubbling to the surface.

He steps a little closer, moving aside for another family; brushing against you slightly; fingers grazing over the top of yours.

You look over your shoulder, watching as he notices the same thing; eyes working back up to yours. He's closer than expected; the smell of his rich cologne blurring your senses. You focus on the sound of his breathing, soft and slow as his fingers toy with yours ever so slightly.

"Here you are."

You're startled yet again, flinching as you're flung back into reality.

"Uh... Umm. Cass." You lift the cone, motioning for her to retrieve it.

"Can I sit with Avery? Please," she gives you a sweet smile.

"Y-Yeah, baby. We only have about fifteen minutes. Alright?" She nabs the ice cream, quickly turning on her heels; leaving the two of you alone.

"Wanna sit?"

"Yeah... Sorry about Cass," you sigh.

"We got ditched by a five-year-old," he shrugs and laughs.

"Mhmm... That we did, Coach Billy."

"Coach Billy?" He lifts a dark eyebrow. "We're gettin' fancy now. I'm gonna have to start callin' you Mrs. Jones again."

"Not necessary." You roll your eyes and smile.

Billy follows your lead as you walk past a row of tables to a booth. You glance to your side, watching as a smirk sets on Billy's lips.

He knows the two of you could have sat in any one of those; you, settling on a more private option, dismissing your rational mind. You slide in, moving to the middle; looking out for Cass. She grins back at you, Mint Flare a mess on her chubby cheeks.

"This was a great idea, Heidi," Billy teases; sinking into the booth. He moves a little closer, not too close; not where I want him to be.

"Mhmm," you give him an airy laugh.

He relaxes into the seat slightly; thighs widening. There it is. You feel the warmth on his skin against your bare leg; his knee resting lightly against yours. Contact. You don't draw away, making a smile stretches across his rosy lips.

Your untouched ice cream rolls over your fingers landing in a little puddle on the table. You draw the sugar cone to your lips, gliding your tongue across the melted butterscotch.

"Good?" He rasps.

"Delicious," you smile before taking another lick.

"Looks like it." He smirks; his hooded stare lost on your mouth, waiting for you to do it again.

"So, Billy... Are you excited to get back to California?"

"I'm not," he winces; looking at you shamefully.

"You're not what?"

"Goin'." The word barely clears is lips.

"Why?"

"Um..." He shifts nervously in his seat, pulling farther away. No.

"If you're not comfortable telling me, Billy, you don't have to-"

"I had the scores and grades to get there; but, when I got there, I just fell apart," he blurts; cutting you off.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. My childhood was tough. I didn't have anyone who cared about me like you care about Cass and Trent. Not even close. Nobody reading with me; makin' sure I wasn't cheating. And, I know I'm making excuses for myself; but, I tried. No matter how many tutoring sessions I went to or office hours I attended it just wasn't enough..."

"Billy... Truly, I'm so sorry."

"Turns out you need to be more than a good baseball player to go to college... News to me."

"Are you gonna go back? No judgment. Just curious."

"I don't really know," he sighs; sadness driven in his tone. Billy gives you a soft smile. "Thanks for hearin' my sob story, Heidi."

"Thanks for telling me."

"You're easy to talk to. You know that? You're the only person who knows. So, keep my secret for me?"

"I will. I promise... Well, Coach Billy. If you ever want a job on a farm, just let me know," you smile.

"Can't really imagine myself doin' that," he scoffs; running his fingers through his freshly dried curls.

"You might like it." You draw the ice cream to your lips again. "Farm work would look good on you, Billy." He smiles brightly, taking in your compliment.

"So, Officer Jonsie's not a farm work kinda guy?" He asks passively; watching intently as you clean the sweet cream off your bottom lip.

"No... I mean it was his family's. When his dad passed she handed it down to Alex. Alex didn't want to leave the force. He wanted nothing to do with it. He just wanted to sell the land for some fast cash. I didn't... It means too much to me. That was my first job-"

"Were you a monster?" He bullies.

"No," you chuckle. "I just sold concessions. That's actually where I met Alex; "Officer Jonsie"."

"Shit... So you run that whole thing by yourself?"

"I do pretty much everything by myself," you answer simply. He cocks his head to the side, putting the pieces together.

"That sounds like a lotta work, Heidi."

"It is... But, I have great kids. And, my mom moved in with us when my dad died so I have the extra help."

"Do you ever relax?"

"I don't think I've relaxed in years, Billy," you sigh.

"Well, gotta get you in the water too then. You'd love it; very relaxing.

You drop your head, shaking it as you dismiss the thought. "I could never get in a pool with you, Billy," you snort through a laugh.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" His mouth falls open in faux disgust as he throws his arm on the back of the booth.

"I haven't put on a swimsuit in five years. And, I'm definitely not going to put on a swimsuit in front of someone who has washboard frickin' abs. No thanks."

The tip of his rough finger brushes lightly against your shoulder, making goosebumps run down your arms; the added connection lighting you on fire.

"Why?" He asks. You can tell from his stare what he'll say next if you push this conversation any further...

Fuck... I wanna hear it.

"Nobody wants to see that," you groan, laughing lightly.

He looks at you in bewilderment; his strong hand squeezing your shoulder. "You're joking?"

You bite your cheek, holding back your smile as you relish the first morsel of praise you've had in years.

His hand skims along your arm as he returns it to his side. "I'd personally kill to see you in a swimsuit, Heidi."

Oh...

Shit.

Alright... Wait. You feel the loss of contact between the two of you, craving more.

"Stop," you flirt; slapping his thigh, keeping it in place. His eyes lower to your hand on his body. His cheeks are sunkissed from the pool deck; a light wash of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose, even still you can see him blush. He bites his bottom lip as the wheels turn in his mind.

"You know, Heidi. If you ever wanted to relax; I could give you some private lessons if you'd like?" He softens his gaze. "You could put on your swimsuit again... Make my fuckin' day. That's for sure," he mumbles.

Make his day.

He wants to meet privately?

He's probably just being nice... Trying to make me feel better about myself; but, what if he isn't?

Your heart starts to thump at the thought of it; mind wandering in an instant. "Umm... I-" You stammer.

"Come to think of it, Heidi," he starts again, drawing you in deeper. "There's a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis."

Fuck.

You take a little breath, looking out at Cassie as a flood of questions pour in.

Is he bullshitting me?

How could he want me?

He's almost half my age. I'm a mom... I'm married. Why am I considering this?

You sit there silently, feeling the ice cream roll down your fingers again; landing on your thigh, as your mind spins slowly.

Billy grabs a napkin off the table, cleaning you up. His lust replaced with genuine concern as he searches for your eyes. "Heidi? I'm sorry if I made this weird. I love coachin' Cass. I hope I didn't fuck that up. I'm sorry if I misread-"

"You didn't," you cut him off breathlessly. "You didn't, Billy," you repeat yourself with a little more conviction as you meet his gaze.

"I didn't?" He asks, gently.

You shake your head no, watching as an unholy grin spreads on his face. Billy wraps his arm around the back of the booth again, leaning in a little closer. "Alright... Well, what do you say, Heidi? Eight o'clock?"

Later that night...

You cut off the engine, looking to your left as you feel yourself at the crux between shame and desire. Billy's Camaro is parked at a distance, the sight of it making it all that more real. You glance down at your body; breasts pressed into lingerie you haven't worn in ages, a black satin dress hugging your curves.

Why did I wear this? Who am I kidding? What am I doing?

Heat rises behind your eyes, tears pricking at the corners. You snag a Kleenex from the center council, blotting your eyes.

The car clock switches to eight. Without thinking you thrust your hand into the passenger's seat, grabbing your overnight bag; jarring the door open before you can talk yourself out of it.

Your heels snap along the asphalt; eyes lowered as you stride through the building, heading hastily toward the elevator. "Good evening!" The receptionist sings as you blow past her; jamming your finger on the up button. You feel your stomach sink, blood draining from your face as you step into the lift.

I haven't thought this through... This hotel is so close to home. So many eyes on us. What if they recognize me? What if they know Alex?

You bury your head in your hands, feeling yourself in the throws of a panic attack.

DING.

The door floats open. All the noises roaring in your head falling to a hush. The door starts to close again. You reach out, batting at it; making it stop in a beat.

Alex doesn't want to be with me... He said it himself, more times than I can count. Remember? He was cheating on you, and he still is; even when he swore he wouldn't. 205... 207... You count the numbers as they rise. Even when he swore he would be a better father; a better husband, he couldn't. That's probably where he is right now, with her. Karen Wheeler... That cunt. Her with her white picket fence; mother of the year bullshit. It's all a sham. She was a bitch in high school and she's a bitch now. 215... 217...

220... You stand outside the door, staring at the number etched into the cheap plastic sign as you strain to slow your breathing.

I deserve to be happy; to feel wanted.

Closing your eyes you draw a deep breath; knuckles rapping against the wood. You can hear Billy's heavy feet on the other side.

The door fans open.

Before he can say an utterance you throw yourself into his arms; fingers raking through his hair, kissing him deeply. The air flees your lungs as he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you up against the wall.

"Fuck, Heidi," he mumbles. "You came. You look... Mmm... Fuck. You look so damn good," he pants between kisses as you pull at the buttons of his blood-red button-down.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as his broad body presses flush against yours; hips grinding with yours making you moan into your kiss. He's assertive; animalistic; hungry for your lips.

Billy draws away slightly, leaving you reaching for a breath; searching for him. He rests his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel him trembling with excitement, that same adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Fuck me," you whisper. "I-Is that okay? Do - Shit. Do you want that? Is that why you asked me here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Flashback ended...

"Is this about Heather?" He mumbles; crossing his arms across his strong chest.

You bite your cheek, feeling your emotion welling in your eyes. "You can't... Y-You," you stammer. "You can't just do that at work, Billy."

"Do what, Heidi?" He grunts. "Huh? I have an hour-long break... I only took twenty minutes and I went back to work. You gonna scold me for that?"

"No. Fuck, Billy! You know what I mean."

"I don't."

You grit your teeth, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. Billy's demeanor changes as he catches sight of it, softening his tone.

"I don't know what you mean, Heidi," he whispers; averting his gaze.

"Don't lie to me, Billy. I know what I heard..."

He nods slowly, taking in your words. "What do you want from me, Heidi?" He asks, defeatedly. "You can't expect me not to do anything with anyone else. You didn't want to be with me."

"That's not true, Billy... You know that's not true," you whimper.

"Then why aren't you?" He sharpens his tone, narrowing his piercing blue eyes on yours.

"Have you two been together for a while?"

"We hook up, Heidi. We have for years. And, that stopped the night that you showed up to the motel. You were the one that broke it off with me. And, you avoided the question, Heidi. Why aren't you with me? If you wanna be with me, why are you still in your pathetic fuckin' marriage? Huh?" He spits.

"Because, Billy..." You growl in frustration; banging your hands against the desk. "None of this shit is in my name... This farm is my life. It's how I make my money. Once Alex and I are done, everything I've worked for the last ten years is gone. How am I gonna support Cass and Trent? This is the Jones Family farms. Jones... Not to mention if he even got a sense that you and I were together, Billy. You'd be gone too. And, that's the last thing I want. So pardon me, if I need a few months to figure my shit out."

"You could have at least told me... He doesn't need to know, Heidi," he shouts; face reddening with irritation; fists clenched tightly.

"We were getting too sloppy, Billy. You know that... It's too much of a risk."

"You didn't even give me a chance to try, Heidi. You just iced me out." You see his eyes haze with tears, his jaw tightens; pushing those feelings down deep.

He's right... I'm just another person that let him down. But, I knew he could talk me out of anything... I thought it was my only option at the time.

"Heidi... I appreciate this job more than I can say. After everything that happened with school, this is exactly what I needed. But, what I wanted was to be closer to you."

"Me too."

"It's been hard... Watchin' you walk around like what we had was nothing; seeing you with Alex-"

"I'm just playin' nice, Billy... Nothing more," you interject. "I either need to get him to sign this place over to me. Or, buy it outright from his mom. I really needed this season to go well, Billy and after everything that happened this past weekend, I've already lost so much."

"Well, Heidi, It doesn't make it any easier for me."

"I know... Billy, I'm sorry."

He nods slowly; his reflective eyes lost in thought.

"Billy, I don't expect your life to stop; but, just don't do it in front of me. Okay?" Your voice is barely audible; ridden with sadness.

"Well, if you would have just told me what was goin' on -"

"I know... I messed up, Billy."

"I'm sorry you heard that, Heidi," he rasps.

"You said 'you two have been hooking up for years'... Do you like her?" You ask, timidly.

"'Course I do, Heidi. Heather means a lot to me." His words hit you like a shot to the heart. "It's casual. Just sex."

"Anybody else?"

"Heidi..." Billy cautions.

"Billy..."

"Yeah." He throws his gaze away. As much as it hurts to hear... He's being honest with me now. What we had was something. It was everything; far beyond sex.

I'm jealous...

Billy should be mine. I want to be his. I want to know that he missed me; if what we had was as good as I thought it was, if I was better.

I need to know.

Grabbing the collar of your blazer you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your satin top; red lace peeking out. His favorite.

Billy furrows his brows in confusion; his perplexed-state quickly fading as he sees the look in your stare.

"Thought we were gettin' too messy, Heidi?" He groans; sinking in his seat slightly, making himself a little more comfortable.

"Were they as good as me, Billy?" You purr as you lean in closer. He lets out a sinful laugh; snatching a dart from behind his ear.

"What do you think?" Billy mumbles as he blazes his cigarette, pulling a deep inhale. Smoke pours from his mouth as he runs his tongue along his pouty bottom lip. "I've never had anyone as good as you, baby. Never."

Baby... You close your eyes, drinking in his words as memories come pouring in.

"What about you, Heidi? Have you been with anyone but me?"

"No," you respire; eyes drifting open.

"You think about it?" He smirks; pinching his blue jeans, adjusting slightly.

You bite your lip and smile. "Every night."

"Every night?"

"Mhmm..."

"No one's been takin' care of you?" He asks, darkly as he pushes himself out of his chair.

"Just me." Your eyes follow him as he walks around the desk; boots shuffling along the floor.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes.

You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, jarring you closer. You can see the print of Billy's long, thick cock; pressing against his jeans.

"I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi. And, you're gonna let me." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"We gotta be careful, Billy. I can't-"

"I'm gonna take care of you," he cuts; using his grasp to lift you out of your seat and into his arms. "When I say I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi, I mean it. I'm gonna be careful. You don't need to worry about me. I got you. Alright?"

"Okay, Bi-" He steals your words, claiming your lips with his. Billy catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own.

You let out a little gasp as he lifts you, bringing you closer. "I missed you... Fuck, Heidi," he mutters.

"I missed you too, Billy." You hold on tight as Billy swipes his palm across the desk; making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top; lips, barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt; meeting his warm tight skin just above his belt buckle. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles; even more pronounced than before; resting on his chest feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin making him hiss out a breath.

Billy reaches for the bottom of your silk top, lifting it up; flipping back the cups of your bra. He squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, Heidi," he mutters; locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess below him.

"You look good... So fuckin' good," he babbles; running two thick fingers between your thighs, shifting under your skirt; grazing over your panties. "How are you so wet?" He growls.

"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.

"Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Hmm? Bend you over this desk?"

"Yes, Billy. Fuck," you sob.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs; pulling you toward his face. You slink your hands down your body, pinching your skirt; pulling it around your hips as Billy tugs your panties over your curves; falling to the floor.

He spreads your legs, kissing you deeply; marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer.

You take a grip on his sandy-blonde mullet, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Billy breathes warmly against your clit making you melt into the table.

"Billy-" You beg, your words turning into a cry as he plunges his tongue deeply; drawing out slow, licking a line to your clit that has your body reeling.

He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs quaking uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making you see stars.

Billy slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk, teeth clenched; muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts; driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly. "Can ya?"

"Y-Yeah," you shudder; chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Do it." Billy curls his fingers inside of you; tension, snapping as you cry out his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he moans; looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Billy," you breathe as he slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. Before you can even think straight you hear the clinking of his belt and the splaying of a zipper. "Need to be inside you," he mutters.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "B-Billy..." You whimper; tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure you've been missing.

"Tell me what you we're thinkin' about last night, Heidi. Gonna fuck you just like that." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips; dick buried deep. "Mmm... Heidi, this pussy was made for me."

BANG. BANG. "Hey, Heidi. You in there?" Alex booms behind the door causing the two of you to freeze. Billy snares your hips, holding you in place.

"Can you go out the window?" You whisper.

"Of course." He rolls his hips slowly, not wanting to stop. "Meet me tonight..."

"I c-can't. My mom is out of town until Thursday-" You whisper, biting back a moan.

"Thursday it is," he sighs; cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite; eyes focused on yours. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door; Alex, walking away. Billy notices his leaving as well, starting right where he left off.

"Billy, you said you were gonna take-"

"Care of you," he finishes your statement. "Aren't I?"

"Billy..."

"I promise; but, can you blame me?" He groans; pulling out reluctantly; eyes, rolling back at the feeling. "Thursday..."

"I promise."

"I knocked. You said 'she was in there'?" Alex darkens the door again, talking to someone.

Billy plucks your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his back pocket; giving you a wink. He slips out the window as you turn on your heels, grabbing the phone in an attempt to look busy.

Alex meets your eyes, ending a call of his own. You gesture toward yours, giving him a silent apology.

"It's okay. Just wanted to let you know we have a few squad cars out front," he whispers.

You give him a warm smile and a nod. Alex strides out the door, into the dark hallway; leaving you alone again.

BUZZ.

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keepcalmandcarriefischer · 10 months

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You know that kid in class that everyone is like "you are going to grow up to be an art teacher some day!" Well I knew that kid. I fell in love with and married that kid. Let me tell you, she did the whole 'hero avoids the call of destiny' thing for a WHILE. then an opportunity to work as a TA at our daughters school came up and she got it. THEN during the plague, the art teacher left and the district didn't know what to do to replace her. Destiny grabbed my wife and through the means of temporary relaxation of hiring practices, she was hired on with a provisionary teaching certificate. And she LOVES IT.

And the kids love her!

She teaches 6th grade-highschool art classes as well as digital art and running the yearbook class (it's a very small school. Teachers cover a lot.)(her degree is in Art and not in teaching or she would have been right in with no fooling around with COVID law)

She is already making a difference in these kids lives. In her classroom kids find a place to express themselves and burn off the stresses of being a highschooler. LGBT+ kids have a place where they can genuinely be themselves safely (we live out in the woods so she makes a point of letting everyone be in a safe welcome place)

I love her so much.

Here is the deal tho: the time is ticking on these relaxed rules that allowed her in without a teaching degree. She needs the full certification if she is going to continue being employed. We have been fighting both of our student loans back with sacrifice and hard budgeting since we got married and we are starting to see light at the end of the tunnel. So understandably, neither of us are too excited about taking out another student loan.

While I know we will probably have too, we would like to offset as much of that cost as we can with a little bit of fund raising.

If you don't like GoFundMe's way of doing things, her Venmo and Cashapp links are in there too.

If you ever had an Art teacher make an impact on your life, please consider donating in their honor to help my wife be that teacher for someone new.

Thank you!

#enter tags here #me #help #gofundme

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mayajadewrites · 5 months

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Levi Ackerman x Reader - Almost

Chapter 3: Taste

Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I've been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

Chapter Summary: Levi stops in the coffee shop again to ask reader out on another date. We get a bit of Levi's POV and some backstory!

WARNING: SOME SMUT AHEAD

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The next day you wake up with butterflies in your stomach and an intense feeling of anxiety in your body.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Your alarm read 6 AM. You have to be at work by 7, and you'll probably walk in to the 9-5 crowd.

To be honest, you barely slept. You kept replaying last night over and over in your head until you eventually nodded off to sleep. Seeing Levi's name on your phone screen made your heart soar, so you knew you needed to push your feelings down. Levi is not the type of man to show PDA, or even tell you he likes you.

From what you can tell, he definitely at least tolerates you.

As you got out of the shower, you saw your phone screen light up.

Levi: Good morning. I hope you slept well.

Levi Ackerman texts like an old man. But its cute.

You: Good morning, I slept like a baby. How did you sleep?

You lied. Obviously. You didn't sleep because you were too busy thinking about the very man you were texting.

Levi: I didn't.

You: ??? You didn't sleep?

Levi: No. I rarely do. I'll see you soon, brat.

It's not very surprising that Levi doesn't sleep much if at all, but that still worried you. Sleep is very important when it comes to basic life functioning, and you know Levi's life is filled with stress.

You put on your uniform and put your hair in a half up, half down style. One day when you own your own coffee shop, there won't be any uniforms.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"I can help who's next." You look up from the register, only to see your favorite pair of eyes.

"Medium black tea please." Levi peered through his jet black locks. His undercut looks freshly done, he must've done it after our date last night.

Date? Hang out?

"Will you ever try a new drink?" You smile at him, tapping the numbers in on the iPad.

"No. I like what I like and it hasn't done me wrong yet." Levi handed you his card in between his pointer and middle finger. "Are you busy this weekend?"

"I'm not actually. I have the weekend off." You slide his card and hand it back to him. "Any exciting plans for you?"

"Maybe." Levi shrugged, putting his card in his sleek wallet. "If you say yes."

This caught you off guard. Levi wanted to hang out again? So soon?

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

I'm not good with communicating my emotions. That is unbearably obvious. I have never been the type to step out of my comfort zone and confess my true feelings to anyone.

This all started with my mother. Of course.

After witnessing her die, I did not want to speak ever again. She was everything to me. Not only was I a child, but I was an only child. A child is not supposed to lose their mom so early on in life.

I honestly rarely have feelings for anyone. I have... 2 friends. Erwin and Hange. So 1 and a half.

I currently see a therapist because I'm 30 years old and I'm getting the feeling that I want to be settled down soon. You know, kids and all that. I'm already a CEO, I have the house of my dreams, but I'm missing someone to share it with.

I've tried dating. No woman ever sticks. Either they just want sex, my money, or attention. They never want me.

When I met her, I felt a tingle in my chest. Seeing her face every morning and getting my tea for me gives me the same feeling every day.

So, my therapist told me to step up and ask her out.

It took me 6 months - but I did it.

Our date, if we want to call it that, since I'm not sure what she thought of it, went perfectly. Her personality meshes with mine in a way that it's written in novels. I can be rather dry with my sense of humor, but she gets it. She gets me.

I didn't kiss her last night, or even hug her, but God do I want to. I'm not sure if I get a taste of her if I'll ever be able to let go.

An image of her was playing over and over in my head as I was showering last night, her black dress clinging to her curves. Her thighs peeking out of her stockings drove me crazy. But I kept my composure.

Obviously, I had to relieve myself. In the shower. Thinking of her.

I haven't even touched her yet and she has me like this.

My therapist said that it's okay for me to feel this intensely, that it's 'normal'. Who even decides what's normal anyways?

I haven't told Hange or Erwin about her yet, and I don't plan too until if and when we decide to actually be together. I don't need their opinions or Hange's excitement rumbling in my ear.

"If you say yes." I sip my tea, looking at her. Her eyes were doe-like, which made the pit of my stomach feel hot.

"Let me know what you wanna do, I'm yours this weekend." She smiled, helping the next customer in line.

Does she know that my dick is hard right now because of what she just said? How little she just said?

I lifted my cup and left the cafe, heading towards my car to go to the office.

Bzzzzzz.

"Ackerman, can you come in earlier? A few people want to meet with you about a project they want you to fund." Hange almost screamed into the phone.

"4 eyes, I can hear you perfectly fine if you talk at a normal tone. Yeah, I'm on my way."

"Well I can't control the volume!"

"You actually can. Goodbye." I hung up, starting the car. I glanced at the window of the coffee shop, watching her smile at customers and hand them their drinks. Her smile warmed my cold heart, slowly defrosting the ice that encases it.

Does she know she's all I can think about?

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

You cannot believe you just told Levi Ackerman you were his this weekend. Did he think you were a slut? Did he think you were gonna put out?

That thought left your brain when you remembered who you were talking about. Levi Ackerman is a gentleman before anything, which he's shown you.

You heard your coworker Nina call your name, who also happens to be one of your good friends.

"Did that fine ass man ask you out this weekend?!" She leaned against the counter, smiling. "I knew he wanted to get with you!"

"Yes, we went out last night too actually." A blush blessed your cheeks as you washed your hands.

"How was the short king? How were his lips?!"

"We didn't kiss." You looked at her, hoping she wouldn't drag the conversation further.

"What?! So was it even a date? I usually go way farther than a kiss on a first date-"

"Did you date Levi Ackerman?" You tilted your head, emphasizing Levi's name. "I'm not rushing anything. I enjoy his company."

"I'm just saying, he looks rather kissable."

"Obviously, Nina." Your eyes rolled so far they could've gotten stuck in the back of your head. "Trust me, I want to kiss him. I would love to jump his bones. I want to every time he walks in here."

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

After your shift, you were relieved you were off for the weekend. You worked the regular 8 hours today and needed to decompress from all of the customer service.

Bzzzzz.

Levi: I was thinking we could grab a coffee tomorrow morning and head to the flea market. Not a coffee from your job though. Thoughts?

Was this man in your head?

You: That sounds amazing, actually. What time is my chariot arriving?

Levi: 8 AM. Not like you're not used to seeing me early in the morning anyways.

You: Ay-ay captain.

You've never dealt with a man that made plans for you. The fact that Levi suggested quite literally your favorite morning activities for a date made you swoon.

You spent the rest of your afternoon/night cleaning your apartment and finishing the lastest novel you picked up. Nina sent you outfit inspo for tomorrow but you were not in the mood to show off your tits at 8AM.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Wakeup call was 6 AM so you could make sure you were ready for your Range Rover chariot to wisk you away. Your shower helped wake you up, even though your anxiety has kept you up most of the night.

You opted for a pair of straight leg barely ripped jeans, an oversized crewneck, and platform white converse. You accessorized with various layered necklaces and small gold hoop earrings.

Makeup with your usual small winged liner with glowy skin and glossy lips. By the time you were done with everything, it was 7:45. You sprayed your favorite marshmallow vanilla perfume before grabbing your purse and checking your phone.

Nina: Good luck today! Kiss those perfect lips!!

You: I'm about to send you a video of me rolling my eyes.

Bzzzzz.

Levi: I'm early again. Your chariot awaits.

You smiled at your phone, grabbing your coat. You saw Levi's car through your window, his eyes glued onto your door. Once you walked out, Levi got out of the car and opened the passenger door.

Levi was wearing a casual outfit himself, black jeans with a grey (cashmere?) sweater, and loafers. God, he smelled good too.

"Good morning." Levi closed your door, getting back in his seat. "You look cozy."

"Thank you, so do you." You smile at him, memorizing every inch of his face. You wanted to lean in and kiss him right then and there, but you did not want to make the first move.

You weren't going to.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Once you parked, you walked to a coffee shop that's in the midst of the flea market. Part of you wondered why one of the richest men in the city would shop at a flea market.

Levi pressed his hand to the small of your back, ushering you out of the coffee shop. His touch sent sparks up your body.

You and Levi strolled through the different vendors, sipping your drinks and talking. You caught Levi looking at your hand a little too much, especially when you threw out your cup.

More people started to show up to the flea market, causing the crowd to get larger. Levi looked more tense, darting his eyes at every exit.

"I didn't know it would get so crowded." You try to break his thoughts, looking up at him.

Levi took your hand in his, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours. "I don't wanna lose you." Levi said so casually. You know he meant he didn't want to lose you in the crowd, but you also felt that he meant that in another way.

"Do you want to get out of here and head to my apartment? It's getting too crowded to walk." You suggest, pressing your hand against his.

"Yes please."

You've learned that Levi Ackerman does not like crowds, partially because it forces him to do PDA.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

You are thankful you cleaned your apartment yesterday. Everything was in it's place, and it smelled good. Not that it didn't usually, but you live alone so if you don't clean it, no one else will.

Levi took his shoes off at the door with you, taking in his surroundings.

"You have nice taste." Levi helped you take off your coat, hanging it in your closet.

"Thank you. I try." You smile, turning to face Levi. "Thank you for this morning." You inch closer to him, watching his eyes search your face.

"Thank you for every morning." Levi leaned in, bringing his hand to your cheek gently.

For what felt like years, you and Levi looked in each other's eyes. You had a full conversation with just your eyes.

Levi eliminated the space between you and pressed his lips to yours. His lips are pillow soft and taste like mint. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, dragging your fingers along his undercut.

His lips moved in rhythm with yours, sliding his hands down your curves to your ass. You smile against his lips, pressing your chest to his.

"If you want to stop, I-" Levi pulled away, looking in your eyes.

"Levi, please." You almost whimper, bringing his lips back to yours. You lead your bodies to the couch, straddling Levi's waist. You open your mouth as he's kissing you, letting his tongue in. His fingertips softly dragged down your back, making sure to squeeze your ass every now and then.

His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You sucked on it gently as you felt your core start to pulsate, begging for attention.

Levi moaned quietly against your lips - you could barely hear it but it happened. Your hips started moving in rhythm, his erection pressing against his jeans.

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzz.

You pulled away from Levi, staring down at his pocket.

"I'm gonna kill whoever is calling me." Levi pulled his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the screen. "I'm sorry, it's Erwin. The President of Ackerman Inc. I have to take this, he doesn't usually call."

You nod and roll off of him, your core needy as fuck and your lips missing his.

#levi #levi fanfic #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan fanfic #levi x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #captain levi

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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Faker Faker (Legend)

Pairing: Legend x reader

Rating: T for cursing

Summary: Legend comes home to you, his beloved (fake) partner. The boys have the time of their life teasing him for this.

Warnings: Idiots in love, if I missed anything please let me know

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You don't remember how exactly you and your fake boyfriend decided to start fake dating, but you remember why. Though even then, it was a bad idea, the whole being almost in love with him thing a bit of a snag in your plan.

But it kept unwanted advances off both of you, and even if the veteran was a hoarder, living together was nice. You had protection even when he was away.

So yeah, you're happy with the way things are, even if some of it isn't as real as you'd like.

You're at work when a group of eight heavily armed men enter the mom and pop dinner you help your family run.

Everyone immediately decides you are the sacrafice to be their waitress. No one would be stupid enough to hurt you. And if they were, you were the best protected.

"Welcome to Celene's Diner. Can I get you boys started with something or just waters while you check over our menus?" You smile your most convincing customer service smile as you set down eight menus.

"You have coffee, yes?" The oldest and most intimidating of the bunch asks.

"I'd have to mutiny myself if we didn't, " you smile, "So a coffee?"

"Please."

"Water is fine," five or so chorus.

"Do you got apple juice?" Asks the youngest looking.

"And cider, house specialty."

"Hm, can I get an apple ckder?"

"Sure thing! Hot or cold?"

"Cold please. No ice."

"Of course. And you sir -" You turn to the last person and freeze.

Why didn't you recognize him immediately is beyond you. That's Link!

Who's been missing for two months. The asshole.

"What about me, angel?" He smiles at you smugly, proud of the glare he earns.

"You, Sir, get nothing until you explain where in the name of Hylia you've been."

The others all choke a little bit.

"I got pulled into another quest."

"There's always another quest." You groan, "I'll bring you your usual."

You walk off to go get their drinks, leaving a baffled group of men staring at Legend.

"Who was that?" Wind asks, already a fan of you based only on your interactions with Legend.

"(Y/n)."

"They seem close to you." Time says, his actual meaning very clear.

"Don't start that." Legend says sharper.

"Your drinks." You say as you come back over with a smile - a real one this time. Getting to see Link makes everything somewhat better.

You set down the waters before giving the eldest a coffee, the youngest a cider.

"Thank you." They all chorus.

You set down Legend's favorite tea in iced form, sweetend to his tastes.

"Thanks, angel."

"Anytime, love." You smile easily. Whether it's real or not, you always like the way he flushes at the nickname.

Legend just rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his glass.

"(Y/n)!" Your aunt calls.

"I'll be back to take your all's order soon." Ypu smile as you leave again to go see what your aunt needs.

"We'll be waiting!" Legend calls out playfully.

"You must really love them." Warriors says, a knowing grin on his face.

"Course I do." Legend says, not sure how to tell the boys the truth without someone else hearing. "They're my best friend."

"They're more than that Link." Calls your younger sibling from the table beside the group, cleaning up from a different group.

"Shut up kid."

"You know we're still waiting for you and (Y/n) to get engaged, right?"

"Oh my goddess please shut the fuck up."

Wind and Wild just laughs at him, Luke true friends.

"Let them be Legend. They're just excited. "Time says simply, "I bet your wedding will be the event of the century. "

"We aren’t even engaged, please stoooop." Legend groans as he pulls his hat down further.

"Link and (Y/n) sitting in a tree-" your sibling starts only to be cut off as you swat their shoulder.

"Go on, get outta here. Mom says your shift is over stop bothering them." You say, shoving your sibling towards the kitchen.

"You'll have to propose, Link is too chicken!" They call as they leave to the back.

"Sorry about that. Have you all figured out what you want? Or do you need some more time?"

"We'll take eight cesar salads." Legend says, making an executive decision to save face.

"Alright anything else?"

"Mh- you got any raw steak?" Twilight asks, wolf instinct kicking in.

"Why would you ask that? Who keeps raw steaks?" Four snorts.

You smile. "We have steak, I'll put in an order. You want like- raw completely? Or slightly seared?"

"Raw."

"Sounds great I'll have that out as soon as I can."

You leave again, going to put in the orders.

Legend isn't paying any attention to the others, watching you flit about as you gather orders and bring them to people.

You are the most beautiful creature he's ever known. Kind, smart, funny- you're erfect. He just can't believe how much you trsyt him!

He's lost most of the time at the restaurant, including when you drop their food off to thinking about you.

It's not until they're leaving that he's able to pull you into his arms. And then he does, hugging you tightly.

You just hig back, smiling as you let him hold you.

"I missed you, Link." You say, and he's pretty sure he'll never get over how nice his name sounds in your voice.

"I missed you too."

"We'll- meet you at the inn." Time days.

Legend just waves them off, moving so he can kiss your forehead.

"You're staying at the inn?" You asks.

"They are I told them I was staying at my house."

"Good. It'll be nice to have you back home."

"Anyone bother you while I was gone?"

"No. No one ever bothers me these days." Ypu smile, kissing his forehead right back. "Why, you want a fight?"

"Mh, no."

"Get a room!" Your aunt calls from the back.

"Leave us alone!" Legend calls back.

"Take the rest of the day off, go home!" She calls again.

"Let's go." Legend says, "I'd love for you to meet the others."

"They seem nice enough. Though the young one seemed intent on stealing as many spoons as he could."

"You noticed?"

"Yeah."

"Why you let him?"

"I gave him the spoons that we are about to phase out. He was making my life easier."

"You're trouble."

"You mean I'm your trouble."

Legend just rolls his eyes with a snort, letting you put of his arms.

He grabs your hand as you both leave, heading immediately towards your shared home. The need for him to shower and switch out some gear rising.

And you're just happy to be near him. He's always been your main soft spot. Your favorite person to spend time with.

The inside of your house is nothing short of an organized mess. Legend keeps most of his things in the front room in overflowing chests.

The rest of the house is better since it's not nearly as full of a dragon's hoard.

"So, who were the guys you were with?" You ask as you lean against the wall, watching him rifle through his collection.

"Orher heroes of courage."

"That explain the odd names. I guess you don't all wanna call eachother Link."

"Not really no."

"What's your nickname then?"

"Legend, the Veteran, the Collector."

"Not dragon?"

"Stop with that would you?"

You just laugh, something about having him back with you entirely too right.

.......

Legend expects the ribbing, but that dosen’t mean he enjoys it.

He also dosen’t enjoy when he has to explain the situation. He likes to pretend you're both actually together. That this isn't just a long ploy to keep unwanted attention off of you.

"So how long have you been with (Y/n)?" Sky asks curiously.

Legend feels his heart drop into his feet. He swears it's turned to lead when he swallow back the lump in his throat.

"We're not actually together. We just say we are and act like we are. It keeps unwanted attention from both of us."

"Really? You're very convincing then." Hyrule says with a shrug, "they were looking at you the way Malon and Time look at eachother. "

"They were not." Legend says with a firm glare at the fairie boy.

"They were." Time says from his spot at the table.

"And you live together." Wind adds helpfully.

"Of course we do. I'm out sometimes, and who's gonna break into the hero's house? Keeps them safe."

"Oh. You're down so bad." Twilight says before taking a drink of water.

"I am not. (Y/n) has just been my friend since we were both in primary."

"You look at them the way I look at Zelda." Sky says with a raised brow, "Are you sure?"

"Just let it be. Even if I feel that way (Y/n) has not ever felt it."

Warriors just swats the back of Legends head, "Stop being dense and go after them. "

"They don't like me that way."

"You're such an idiot." Warriors says with an eye roll.

"I am not."

"Enough. We can't make Legend ask anyone out." Time cuts in, once again being the voice of reason.

"That's stupid." Wind says as he pulls out a coming to flip as a way of stimming.

"Well, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey angel, I'm head over heels, I hope you feel the same.'? That sounds swful." Legend says as he makes a face.

"I think it'd be fine." Twilight shrugs, "Obviously they care about you a lot. You've been friends since childhood. "

"Just let me die in peace."

"You're not going to die." Hyrule says with a shake of his head, "But you should think about what we've said."

"I will. In my nightmares. "

"Okay."

Legend takes that as his permission to go back to being, upset that you two aren't actually together. It's so unfair.

Maybe if he'd just asked you out to begin with... but you have been fake dating for the last two years.

This is so embarrassing.

He's so fucked.

"-gend." Four's voice cuts in, "Legend?"

"Yeah?"

"We're all headed to bed. It's getting dark out. You said you wanted to stay in your house, right?"

"Right."

"Good night, then."

"Night. "Legend echoes as he watches the others all file out of the room and up the stairs.

He glances to the fire before he pushes to his feet and leaves the inn.

He walks from the inn back to your shared home, keys being fished out of his pocket.

The lamp inside is on. Which is different than usual.

He finds his gaze drawn to you as he leaves the entry way.

You are slumped across the arm of the couch, legs curled to your side on the cushions. You have a book dropped on the floor before you.

"(Y/n)." Legend snorts as he cracks a small smile.

You groan as you hear your name, waking slowly.

"(Y/n)." Legend says again, "Come on you gotta get to bed."

He walks forwards and holds his hand to you as you pry your eyes open.

"Come on." He urges again.

You take Legend's hand and pull yourself to your feet.

He leads you from the living room, down the hall, and up the stairs to get to your room.

He leads you to your bed and pulls the covers back, helping you get settled before pulling the blankets over you.

"Good night, angel."

You are half asleep as you call out "Stay."

Legend blinks, "What?"

"Stay with me." You say again, reaching towards him. "Please."

Legend can't deny you anything, really. Certainly not this.

So he walks to the otherwise side of your bed before toeing off his boots and climbing in.

You turn over and latch onto him immediately.

"Love you." Your voice slurs.

Legend sucks in a breath. You mean it in a platonic way. Not romantic.

He takes a deep breath before ge answers "Love you too, (Y/n)."

And you're already asleep.

Good.

Legend soukd be embarrassed how soft he is with you. He used to be. But he's long since over it. You're his person. He gets to be soft with you.

And maybe one day, you'll be his romantic partner for real. If he's lucky.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu legend #legend x reader

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astraltrickster · 7 months

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Maybe it's just everything around me being so deadly serious in a way I don't have the energy to get into nor the power to do anything about online but I feel like swinging a bat at a more local and immediately actionable hornet's nest so here we go-

There are two things in leftist/feminist media critique we NEED to get better about tackling without letting it take us in horrible counterproductive directions.

One: The way breast size is used as visual shorthand for maturity/attitude/sexual openness, and how that plays into the male gaze (which - 101 level reminder to reject what radfems have told you, this is a film critique term that has to do primarily with framing conventions, NOT some kind of mystical Objectification Beam that emanates from men's eyes, okay? okay). Namely, we need to learn to acknowledge that this visual shorthand is a thing and criticize it WITHOUT implying that it's fair or based in reality.

What do I mean by "implying that it's fair or based in reality?" I mean the way that the first thing many people do to humanize a canonically badly objectified female character is not to change up the art style to give her room for her organs, not to put her in a more natural pose in a less idealized setting, not even to frame her in a way that's more inclined to draw the eye to her face rather than her breasts, but to reduce her bust size. To call large breasts "unrealistic". As someone who had...multiple friends who were pretty well-endowed by middle school, I need to tell you - this attitude did NOT help them, it just got them called sluts and "distractions".

We need to be able to criticize it when male characters are allowed to have multiple body types (however idealized they still may be), but women's bodies are only differentiated by bust size, and yes, that IS treated as shorthand for something. We need to be able to discuss how large breasts have long been visual shorthand for maturity and sexuality, and small breasts have long been visual shorthand for innocence. We...may need to tell some character designers, especially non-tit-having ones, that no, breast growth is not inherently linked to sexual activity, nor fertility, nor is it something that just goes on forever like noses and ears. We may even, yes, want to vary up the bust sizes on some existing characters in fanart to ask people to question the way it's treated. We DEFINITELY need to bring back Free The Nipple. But we can't STOP at shrinking characters' breasts and calling it "less objectified", and we also very much cannot, as I've seen asked for, replace that with making the characters fatter and more muscular to be "more proportional" to say the same - again, please consider what you're implying to real human women with the body types you're calling "objectified" or "not objectified". When you stop there, you're telling the large-breasted woman that she IS just a sexual object. You're telling the fat girl that she CAN'T be a sexual being. You're telling the small-chested woman that she's too much of a baby for anyone to ACTUALLY be attracted to her. That's not what we need to be doing with these critiques! That's the opposite of what we need to be doing with these critiques!

Speaking of "telling the small-chested woman she's too much of a baby for anyone to ACTUALLY be attracted to", that brings me to point two: we need to figure out how to talk about how young aggressive sexual objectification starts WITHOUT implying or getting sucked into some Pizzagate-tier bullshit about the media managing to "normalize pedophilia", like - that's some gateway blood libel shit right there. "Everyone knows that molesting kids is bad and evil, but there's a secret shadowy group of people who not only do it systematically, ritualistically, lurking around every corner, looking to snatch your kids up for their wicked deeds, and they've so infected the media that they're going to manage to convince you that the horrible abuses they want to enact on YOUR poor innocent children are normal, they're so influential that even just LOOKING at their propaganda can turn a well-meaning person into a monster" - I'm not sorry, if your media critique can be paraphrased to that, you're going down a DANGEROUS path and need to go back to square one, especially if you're already starting to get suspicious of certain last names in western media, or aiming it first and foremost at a foreign culture (looking at you, anime critics).

The problem is the stereotype of men as ruthless sex-seekers and women as prizes. The problem is the idea that youth is about training for those roles. The biggest problem is the idea that women are no longer dateable once they hit 26 or so - they should either be married by then and dedicate their lives to being good wives and mothers, or simply disappear from public life as laughable failures, because ultimately that's what women are for in society.

The idea that your only years of value, especially if you're a woman, are from 18-25 is definitely some chud shit, but it's NOT pedophilia, because...get this: 20-somethings aren't children.

This standard is pervasive. It's everywhere. And because it's treated as such a default, such a constant, such a universal truth, it starts young - look how many book bans are targeting anything that DARES to state or even imply there are other options. We need to criticize that! We need to criticize how much gender standards end up having overly sexual implications even when applied to kids! We need to have serious discussions of how to disentangle the decades of social coding that make it hard to really tell who we need to be criticizing when it comes to things such as, say, prematurely "sexualized" clothing for little girls - i.e., that we have to pause and ask "...but wait, is it really that sexualized, or is it just feminine?"

We need to also have discussions of how this and the Leonardo Dicaprio standard intersect with fatphobia - i.e., is that animated girl "minor-coded", or is she just in the age range that Leo would date and super skinny because even breasts would make her look ~faaaat ewwwww~?

And we need, BADLY, to stop getting distracted from that conversation and letting it drag us to some really ugly and dangerous places instead.

#media #serious tag #keeping the property values down

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The Bear: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: You're the light in the dark

Part One is linked here!!!

**TW: Anxiety & Anxiety Attack (YES, the plot has changed.) Y/N = Your Name

Y/N's POV

Things have been better for you mentally in the last two weeks. You wouldn't say you were fully happy, but you were calm and that was better than constant anxiety attacks. Graduate school and work were still stressful, but they were manageable now. Sydney apologized when you returned to work for giving Carmy your address and wouldn't tell you why she gave it so freely. She seemed nervous about whatever it was. You had to reassure her that it was fine because it was nice to see Carmy and he brought dessert.

It's another Friday and service is almost done. Tonight has ran smoothly out front and customers seem pleased.

Richie walks up and says, "Hey, uh Faz is going to sub in for you and you need to go to Carmy's office right now." You ask, "Why?" He answers, "None of your business, kidding. I’m kidding. Carmy ... he uh ... he asked for you. He's really anxious and angry and irritating. No one can be around him right now and he said you were a calming presence. I need you to mediate in this situation.” You reply, "Ok. I'll go right now."

You walk to the back and to Carmy's office where the door is open. You see Carmy sitting where you were just a few weeks ago and you close the door gently behind you. You sit on the floor in front of him and say, "Hey Carmy, I heard you asked for me. I'm here. I don't know if you need someone to talk to or a hug, but uh those both usually help me with my anxiety." He looks up and you see his tear-rimmed eyes staring at you. He says, "Tonight has been really hard for me. I've always had a rocky relationship with my family and it gets hard sometimes. I also tried to go to Alcoholics Anonymous because I use drinking to cope and I want to try something healthier. Sydney can be very serious and stuck in her ways sometimes and when I corrected her, she refused to listen. And some of the other staff just watched. I don't want them to think that openly refusing to listen to me is okay. I also snapped when some of them were just stacking dishes in a way that we used to do before we were more serious as a restaurant. I just can't take it when no one listens... except you. You're there and you listen. You're the light in the darkness of my mind." Oh??? You reach out to put your hand on his and he intertwines your fingers as you reply, "I ... I'm glad I can be the light for you. You mentioned wanting to do something healthy to cope with your anxiety. Are you free on Sunday to walk in that park by my place?" He answers, "Yeah." You reply, "Great, I’m completely free on Sunday. So what time works best for you?" He answers, "Um we can do 11 am." You reply, "Great, it's a date... I mean ... that is not what I meant not that it would be bad but I'm going to change the conversation now... And as far as tonight at work, you should go back and tell everyone that you want to have a quick five minute talk with all of them at the end of service. I can get some paper and we can draft what you can say to them. We'll make sure you come off as the leader and as someone willing to listen to new ideas. This should cut the tension in the kitchen and give you some relief." He replies, "Shit, maybe you should be the manager." You laugh and reply, "No I don't think I should, but I am studying management right now and I do know how volatile this restaurant can be at times. I know you're all very stressed in the kitchen and want to make the best dish for your customers that you sometimes forget how to fully communicate with each other. I understand that." He says, "I wish the rest of them were as understanding as you." You reply, "Thanks, but I'm not a perfect employee. I know that. I can always improve... so do you have pen and paper in here?" He laughs and gets some off his desk. You help him draft something to tell the staff and it sounds good if you say so. Your professors would be proud of you. Carmy asks if you can be near him when he gives them the talk in case he needs a mediator to which you agree.

You return to work and finish the shift smoothly.

All the staff file into the restaurant and are sitting facing Carmy. Carmy glances at you and you nod at him before he starts speaking, "Hey everyone, I understand that sometimes things can get tense at work and I want to apologize for my part in that. I realize that I may have overreacted in the past and I am sorry for taking it out on all of you. Going forward, I will make an effort to respond to situations differently. As part of my commitment to being a better boss, I want to ensure that everyone has a voice. If I ask you to do something a certain way and it doesn't work for you, please let me know. I want to be open to feedback and ensure that everyone feels heard. Does that sound okay to all of you?" I look around and notice everyone nodding. They all look proud and like they respect him for what he said. I'm glad it worked. Carmy exclaims, "OK, everyone can go back to what they were doing before and I hope you all get a good night's rest for tomorrow." Everyone gets up and starts chatting amongst themselves.

You stand up and say, "Chef, I think you did really well." Carmy asks, "Do you think they'll listen?" You nod and answer, "I do. Do you feel any better now that this conversation happened?" He answers, "Yes. It makes it feel like there was a weight taken off of my chest." Richie walks up and says, "May I ask, is this what you two were doing in the office? Because if it is, this little duo needs to happen more often. Cousin, that was great. Y/N, I assume you had a part in it, so thank you." You laugh and Carmy says, "Cousin, she helped me turn my thoughts into something more professional to tell people instead of yelling. And yes, it was what we did in my office. She's my employee, remember." Richie replies, "Good, I'm glad this conversation happened then. I think the staff needed to hear this... And, workplace romances can work between the right people. I'll leave you two with that." He then walks off. You say, "I better finish cleaning the front. I'll see you tomorrow chef." Carmy nods and says, "Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N."

PART THREE... THE WALK... coming soon!!!

#the bear imagine #carmy the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto

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* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.

#sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts

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erinnkenobi · 1 year

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Dark horse |chapter two

chapter one - chapter three

Pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warning | friends to lovers!swearing!trust issues! Spencer is a boobs simp, you can't say otherwise.

Summary | set on season two of Criminal minds

author's note | sorry for the bad English, English is not my mother tongue, I apologise for the misspelt words and beyond.

"In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." — Jane Austen, pride and prejudice

Rebecca Bryant's case closed — it was her own father with mental problems, you guessed right yet not even knowing his name yet.

P911 case closed - you guessed it right again, it was the supposed father's boy, you thought to yourself, how could a "dad" sell his baby? After this case, you went to the gym and punched uncountable times.

The perfect storm - oh honey! You're the one that couldn't stop cross-looking at the blonde girl, she was BAU unsub, they've let her alone, you talked with Spencer and for less than minutes he linked the dots and told the others who were their dominant, you went for the loo but in a blink of an eye, she ran away this was the same time everyone went crazy. You guessed it right, again.

"So how did you do it? Right about our unsub?"-Hotch questioned and you were all smiley.

"She didn't even was bothered by the victim's pictures behind her and was always looking at her husband, a demanding staring if she was afraid of him after he beat her ass up, she would be trembling and she wasn't."

"That's my child.-Morgan hugged you by the side shoulders making you laugh.

"Doctor Reid will be jealous, that you called me child while it's you who calls him kid".

"Nah, I have now a couple of nerds prodigious kids"

...

When you were left alone with Reid in a room, he seemed stressed as usual as he was thinking about something due to his stressing thoughts.

"What's up to your mind, jealous of me becoming also Morgan's kid? Don't be, I'm a girl and I'll never be the wandering Wikipedia"

"What? No no! Ain't about any of it, but about just one thing, you got the answer before me and nobody agreed on that, even though I should have, sorry."-he awkwardly says.

"No need of any of this mate, but I know you have another doubt, go on."

"It was your paranoia again saying to not believe the supposed victim because of the bruise on her face?"-You chuckle agreeing with his statement.

"Woah, you know me well, yes, we can't just believe in someone just because appears to us as a lost little lamb, but she knew damn well what she was doing, so what's the answer to our riddle today?"

"Beware of a wolf in sheep's clothing – Aesop and Matthew 7:15"-you playfully blinked at him.

"Right, and...?"

"Believe in y/n paranoia, she's 99% right, 1% just in case of minimum doubt"

"That's what friends are for."-you give him a sheepishly grin hugging him givi around his chest, getting him in shock, he didn't hugged ye back, you didn't care at all, the hug sustained for les than 1min.-"Betta go".

And you left him in the room with an astonished state.

Psychodrama case closed – and you nailed it again, although they took time to believe in you, people were killed but now case solved and others survived.

The aftermath – You hates this with all of your heart, you saw agent Elle suffering and you couldn't do anything, you even talked with Morgan and Garcia "She's not right, there's something inside her mind..", yet they told you she would be okay.

Your paranoia disagreed, then you talked alone with Spencer about Elle and he confessed he spoke alone with Elle and he agrees with ye, she wasn't in her right mind, however his statement you told him "No, she's not only at her good mental state Spence, she's hurt, she has a recent wound that hasn't been healed yet, she's traumatised and within this case, she'll have a burnout, she's... Please, I know that everybody doubt and she fake it right, but she can't trick me, I find hard to stare through people's eye, but Elle, I saw something, an anger misty filled with thunderous fear".

No sooner said than done, Elle left without saying goodbye, well, she sent to you a letter explained everything and even apologise for not being able to come, hug you and say goodbye, it would be harder for her if she saw the team.

The Boogeyman case closed – After finding the dairy products inside the refrigerator, the magic lamp above your head popped up like magic. It isn't an adult due to the EpPen found on the table, that person also didn't eat its spinach which you thought to yourself:"only a child would ignore its vegetables, I'd do the same", plus with a clue what you guys found inside the refrigerator,someone else is lactose intolerant and must be..A child, a boy It's a checkmate, you ran to warn the others, Spencer, Gideon and Morgan, but when you walked in Gideon left to attend a call with Hotchner and Spencer was talking with Morgan about Elle, their talk back in Ohio, you knew it.

Now you four were talking about your fears, you laughed when Spencer answers came and you also didn't even flinched with JJ story, you did not believed making her roll her eyes. Then it was your time to tell, what are you fears? What are you afraid about? You answered unbothered:- Dying alone, without no one caring about your death, simple and honest.

Morgan hugged you by your side denying it:-"Oh poor kid! Don't ever think about it."

Spencer says:-"I wouldn't let you, we, we wouldn't let you die alone I-I mean, we care, then it will never happen."— JJ grins sneaky towards Morgan:-"Oh yeah, don't ever think about this, if you died, I think someone would have an heart attack."-Morgan understood her leave, Garcia called so the subject was substituted for another. JJ left the room, so you quickly sat next to Spencer and muttered while Morgan was on his call:–"What do you think? Who's our unsub?"-He look at your face, making you hold off averting his gaze.–"Do you have one already?"-he smiles.—"Yeah, I think...It's a kid, not a grown up man".

Spencer seems so chill about it:-I don't doubt you, but let's Morgan finish his call and tell him what you think.

–Do you really think he will.. Believe me? When I always say my guess, the team always tell me to hold on until we've got all the right clues and answers.

– I do, I do believe in you, your guesses lead my way of thinking, you let the knots freely flying on the air and then I...-Morgan interrupts Spencer.

–Call Gideon, we just found our unsub.-Morgan glares is darker.

So you all take your leave, you're the one calling Gideon, Spencer asks who's the unsub.

– The school counselor, right above my nose, were heading to his house.

Then Spencer realised, when Morgan arrest the unSub, he might not be the one, his son, easy to way to win the other children trust.

The following step you guys catched the school counselor, he had the red cap in his hold, yet you stood with your mindset, checkmate baby, it isn't the father, its his son and you guys would waste time with his interrogation.

You were around a corner thinking about your team next move, when you tried to alert 'em they were already wasting their time with the father, you didn't wanted to bother Gideon's call, Morgan was in the interrogation room, when JJ appeared all worried followed by Spencer, okay, a hint of jealousy.

– The boy never went to school.

Ok, now you'll leave, you'll bring your dog, Nala and in this case you begged Hotch to bring it with you, right decision girl.

Before your leave, Spencer holds your wrist.

–Where are you going??-he quickly says with a curious and worried countenance.

–Find them, you can they the others, I heard about the school bus route, I'll just bring something or..-you widen your smile.- Someone, I'll catch you up.

– Can I go with...-Gideon call you two, Spencer grunts letting go of your wrist gently.–Go on, I'll tell him.

– You deserve another hug.-you leave him without thinking twice, you did not saw his face but his cheeks were reddening.

So as you thought you all were at the playground, Nala was with you and after finding a girl's backpack, Nala smelled it you guys waste no time running after your girl, from a distance with wide eyes the ginger boy was ready to whack the girl with a baseball bat!

Thanks god your dog jumped right at the boy's hand that holds the bat.

–Nala!-your dog is unwilling to let go of the boy arm,

if wasn't for Gideon's hold, for godforsaken, the boy wouldn't have his right hand anymore.

The little girl hops on your arms, gripping hands tightening around your shoulders and neck, she was scared to death. You gently pat her backs.

Nala right next to ye leg, sitting as a well behaved princess.

The Boogeyman case is closed. Unfortunately Spencer and all your teammates seems sad, its about Elle, and you heard Morgan giving Spence a advice also heard Gideon's call with Hotchner, Elle did mot admitted anything and you mentally agreed with Elle actions, might be wrong? According to this country laws, yes, according with your humans being guts? No.

After all this mess, you're with your dog at home when you hear a knock-knock.

You did not open, until Reid voice came out.

– It's me, It's Spencer Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid and I work at BAU with you, you told me we're best friends.- he means "best-friends" with a strange tone, hm. You open the door.

– Come in please, you know, if you weren't Spencer, Nala would jump on you and destroy your pretty face, is momma wrong sweetie?-you say the last part with a baby talk tone, making Spencer smile, Nala barked as a reply.-Told ya.-you close the door.– So, why such illustrious presence is doing at my house, to whom do I owe the honour? Did Gideon or Hotchner send you to warn me to not bring Nala into anymore cases?

– Oh no, otherwise, they're okay with Nala and she did a great work, besides the bite, a win is a win,but hm, you know, I'm not here for this.-he wags his hands that were carrying supermarket bags, he bought and brought things, but for what reason?

Straight to the epidural point, he's here because he wanted to see you again, since the last visit he wasn't able to come any longer thanks to BAU's cases, an alert and all of you need to leave your houses and fly away to wherever you need.

Howbeit he wouldn't tell the truth reason of his visit.

– What are those?

– Food?-he says with a confused look, which makes you grin.

– Okay, but for what? It's past dinnertime and I see that you're, how can I tell..-you stare with no shame at his figure.-You don't seem to eat much, mainly at night.

He scoffs at your statement, seriously, are you profiling him right now?

– Aren't you profiling me, are you?-He puts the bags on your isle kitchen table with only two seats, he notices that you ain't a huge fan of inviting people in, he can't really judge your.

– Sorry not sorry.-you follow him standing by his side with curious eyes.– What have you bought?

– Hm, coffee bags, noodles, two sodas, chips and yogurt, I didn't bought any ice cream because the distance from the supermarket until your house would melt it

–Thanks, but you will eat all these snacks with me? Right?

– Sure, if I weren't I wouldn't brought a pair and...- be says naturally, you snoop inside the bag and see a good dog brand of treats.- Sorry if it sounded rude.-you wave your hand denying with a smile.

– Nah, it's okay, nothing against the literal obviousness.-he doesn't know where else to look, besides your face, people in his university class would ignore him as soon as he open his mouth, he's not used to it, kindliness.-Go on mate, we've been in a hurry all these days with sleep deprivation and lack of basic nourishment, I can't even believe all of us don't eat what is sustainable, so when I'm back home I make sure to cook my dinner and packed lunch for the next day if we don't get a call for the next case outside town, obviously.-woah, while you were speaking out your mind he's amazed, so you know how to cook and care for everybody health, that's the reason why you leave on everybody's table a coffee or tea plus a treat, before the Boogeyman case you left on his table a brownie.

His forearm was bolstering on the table in front of you while his eyes were upon focusing on you, yo unlike you, you couldn't stand eye contact from more than seconds, but the entire talking his eyes landed on you.

– So... That's why you put on our tables coffee and treats? Even on Gideon's and Hotchner's.-you feel your cheeks warm-up, you thought coming 30min early before everyone arrivals, so they didn't knew that was you doing it.

– How do you know it?

– We're profilers, everybody knows but they made me promise I wouldn't tell so you could still surprising us.

– Wow, when you say like this, make me feel ashamed of meself.-you laugh uncomfortably, but not in a bad way.

But he doesn't know it.

– No no, we like it, I mean.. -he panics shaking negatively his hands.-I like, don't stop with it, but I'd like you to show up, I know when you come earlier than us, even over me, you don't sleep well.-you finally breath soon opening a smile.

– Okay, I'll make sure to take your advice, then let's stop talking and let's eat.

He awkwardly agrees while rubbing his scruff.

[Break time]

00h21a.m

You were laughing all giggly while he was explaining you with all of his patient about scientific facts even when you were making dumb designed question just to make him talk more and more about stuff that makes him comfortable around you and happy.

– Okay okay, now you understood how the suppose fire we see coming from the sun is not really fire.

– Yeah, because in space there's no oxygen and within it, fire cannot be produced, sun is made up of hydrogen arpund 70% and 28% of helium. Carbon, nitrogen and oxygen make up 1.5% and the other 0.5% iiisss..-much information, too much and with a pout on your face he continues.

–Is made up of small amounts of many other elements like neon, iron, silicon, magnesium and sulfur.-he proudly smiles.

– You know I might forget it soon, don't you?-he eat his yogurt while shaking positively his head.

–And I'll remind you of it.

One o'clock a.m

You didn't let Spencer get out of your house at this hour, it's not even a possibility.

– You stay here tonight till we left to go to work and don't make up any excuses.

– I wasn't going to though.-he leaves his guard down while having a wide smile, which makes you giggle awkwardly.

– Okey dokey, I wasn't waiting for it... I'll bring you a pillow, a soft blanket and when you wake up, you don't need to leave as soon as you wake up, there's an extra toothbrush and after this you can go.

– Is this an order?-He stands up with his hands on his hips.

– Yes and no! No because I can't control you and yes because I'm just saying because isn't safe to walk past home at this hour, as far as I can reckon, you're a FBI agent, then yup, you can't leave, not now.

– though I wasn't going anyway but you gave me more reasons to stay.-he shows off a smirk

This silly danny boy.

[On the next morning]

08h11 a.m

Nala sniffs Reid's face waking him up, in a huff he complains while getting up, when he headed to the loo he sees you getting out with loosen hair but all already brushed, yet his eyes automatically landed on your chest, you weren't wearing a bra, what is wrong with him, why does his stomach churns when you're around? Not in a bad way, but in a good...

–Spencer? Spencer Reid??? Reeid? Earth calling Spencer Reid!?-you snap him out of his mind.

– What, What happened?

– Nothing, you just stared at me, do I have something on my face?-you suggest and he quickly denies.

– No no, I just, I'm just sleppy, sorry, can I use the bathroom?

– Sure, I'll make us breakfast before you go to your house and change clothes.

He agrees only moving his head getting inside, Jesus Christ, "did she noticed, that I wasn't staring at her pretty face yet her other beautiful pair of eyes?" Spencer needed to wash his face so he could fully wakes up.

You're not dumb, you noticed, however you wouldn't say a thing, you changed clothes and tied your hair.

Acouple of minutes after the coffee and the rest of the breakfast fast is set on the table, Spencer come out wearing his clothes, opening a shy smile.

– I could smell everything from the loo and you didn't burnt anything.

– So you thought I would burn everything?

– Not exactly, I mean...

– To tell you the truth, my first period living alone I did burnt things without mom or grandma tutoring me, but now I'm a good chief.

– Sure you do, the smell is hella good.-you ended laughing.

– Hella good? I think me and Morgan are an awful influence on you,

– Don't think I'm all saint, I reas a lot of books.-you give him a cocky smirk.

– Oh fine, I can't forget that ma boy isn't naive, he kissed an actress months ago and I still waiting my Prince on a dark horse will come.

Idiot, why did you said that? What you meant with it? When he told you this and what he said Morgan told him right after, you kind not liked it, yet you hide this feeling pretty well. Spencer seemed surprised by your statement, he notices your body language change.

– Hmm, yeah, you know, I thought my "first" kiss would be special, but it wasn't, but when I kiss someone else in the future again, I hope that time will be with a special, smart, kind and funny person.

Well, you're all this, but too naive to understand he LITERALLY dropped a straight hint towards you, heaven help the fool who falls in love but can't show it properly.

–But why the Prince on a dark horse and not a white one, as usual?

– Because of it, I want something unusual, different yet magical, the life we are living is not simple, it's tough and dangerous, so I'd like to someone, somehow, become my only special place, when I feel fear, happy, sad and even angry so I'd run to his arm's and when he holds me I can..-he complete your sentence.

– Feel safe.-he says with a tender-hearted tone, as his heart and mind spoke by itselves and you shyly open a wide grin.

– Yeah, now you understood why, what do you think about it?

– I just can think that your mind is unbelievable as your skill while we're working.- what he really wanted to say is: "I'd like someone like that too, so when I have nightmares, this person would be my refuge, you amazes me."

[Break time]

North mammon case closed - since Elle left BAU, Hotchner started putting you to work with him and Morgan, you didn't complained, but you wanted to be set with Spencer as you used to be with, however when Aaron Hotchner say it's an order.

Nevertheless Spencer was not pleased, sometimes he'd ask to Gideon:-"Will agent y/n come with us?" then when a no is following by, he's not happy and it didn't go unoticed by neither Morgan, JJ and Garcia. Morgan would slip sometimes to Garcia "The boy does a funny face when Hotch says y/n will work in camp with me, babygirl, I'm starting to think he might be fond of her, what do you think?" And she would say:-" I dunno, you know, he sees like a person that don't enjoy abruptly changes, they're the same age and intelligent as well, he found someone like him". Morgan:–"That what I'm saying, doll, she's the other half of his orange, they match!". Garcia would laugh:–"Do you wanna bet?"–"Woman, my money's is on them."

Empty planet – Yeah, Spencer is different(than his usually difference)the atmosphere when you're near each other when coming forth and back cases is juat like chalk and cheese. He either calm or super spirited while solving profiles, then when you're paired withour each other company he is all centred and reticent, not mentioning when he's worried when you have to run alongside Morgan chasing mad killers, offenders and suspects.

The last word – when the killer of women came inside the BAU department aiming at a police colleague everybody draw out their guns, however you were pulled behind Spencer by himself, not even managing to draw your gun, he pulled you behind him as if it was possible to protect both of you, since you were next to a pillar, you were taken by surprise and your face stupefied was, you were ready to say something about this action but his hand in front of your body almost touching your arm to stay behind him shush ye.

Glad that Morgan were able to stop the unsub and save the police officer.

Spencer is relieved that nobody got hurt, he now turns his feet to you.

–Are you okay?-and you just confirm with a head wave.

– Thanks for being my "wall" protector, but I'd be the one protecting your arse, since I'm with a gun and you don't have one.-you laugh at his petty defensive face.

– Someone has been told to me to just believe sometimes in your guts even if they sound unbelievable.-you scoff giving him a tap on his arm.

– I was there when it was spoken.-he got the reference (obs: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe).

– What do you think, after we put these men behind bars, do you mind going with me to grab a coffee and brownies?

– Without hesitation, payment is on you.

Would it be funny if you were the one that fell first but he fell harder?

The first time you saw and listened to what Dr.Spencer Reid had to say, you already fell for him, but what about him? Should he feel the same?

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Unexpected Visitor ch.11

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 3.1k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter links listed at top of first chapter

A/N: It may be a day or two before the next chapter (and there’s probably only gonna be a couple chapters left. I know! I’m sorry!) but I REALLY tried to spoil you guys with this one. Enjoy!!

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You woke up slowly, trying to figure out how your body was positioned before you opened your eyes.

You were faced away from Din, you knew that much. But you couldn’t feel him in the bed so you didn’t know how much of a danger rolling over to face him would be.

You open your eyes like this, immediately noticing that the door between the rooms was open. Din must’ve woken up before you.

“Mando?” You use this name just in case the walls were thin.

“In here.” A modulated voice comes from the other bedroom and you hear the baby laugh.

You get up and walk through the door, seeing Din holding the baby and feeding him an apple. He was only in his shirt and pants, bare of armor besides his helmet.

Your heart dropped a little. You were almost certain today was gonna be the day you saw his face. That you were going to wake up snuggled up with him and he was going to tell you to open your eyes and look at him. But you were wrong.

Another day, perhaps.

“Can you stay here with the kid while I go meet with The Guild?” Din asks.

“Is it gonna be dangerous?” You ask.

“If I say yes, will you stay here?”

“Probably not.”

Din laughs. “It won’t be. I’m meeting with Greef Karga to exchange my bounties for more pucks.”

“Kinda sounds like a bad guy name.” You shrug.

Din shakes his head. “I promise, he’s… he’s a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes, but he means well.”

You hum. “So why can’t we come?” You motion to yourself and the child.

“I guess I haven’t told you how I got the kid yet.” Din rubs the back of his neck.

You raise a brow and sit on the opposite bed, facing him and the baby.

“I saved him.” Din placed his hands on the child’s tiny shoulders. “Someone… imperial wanted him.”

“The Empire doesn’t exist anymore, though.” You reason.

“They’re trying to make a comeback.”

“So what did they want with a baby?” You ask.

Din sighs. “They were running tests on him. Doing experiments. If I didn’t step in… they were going to kill him… I was tasked with finding the child by Greef Karga and when I took the kid, trying to save him, that created a sore spot.”

“Oh…” you think for a minute. “Whose kid is it? Greef’s?”

“No. I don’t know where he came from yet, but I’d like to find out. He’s… special.” Din explains.

“What does that mean?”

“He saved me from a mudhorn.”

“Ha.” You laugh.

“I’m serious. He… he can move things with his mind. I’ve seen him do it.” He assures you.

You’ve heard legends of this before. Just stories you were told as a kid about people that could move things with their mind, could read or control the minds of others.

Then you remembered.

“He… okay, I was crying when we left Tatooine and he reached up at me and I… I stopped crying. I just suddenly didn’t feel upset.” You explained. “Did he- was that-?” You wrack your brain for answers.

“Could be. I don’t know.” Din shook his head. “Did… did I make you cry?” He put the baby back in his cradle.

“Um.” You avoid his gaze. “I was just… things were intense.”

“Cyar’ika.” Din got up and moved to sit next to you, putting both arms around you and pulling you in. “I’m sorry. I should’ve-“

“It’s okay. I know you just wanted me to be safe.” You lean into him.

“Still.” He shakes his head.

“I’m okay now.” You explain as he rubs your back.

“Okay.” He hums, holding you for a few minutes before sighing. “I need to go.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.” You pull back as he gets up.

He grabs your hand and looks at you. “Thank you. Please, don’t forget how much you mean to me.”

Your heart swells and you can’t help but smile. “I won’t.”

He nods and lets go of your hand, going into the other room to put on his armor before leaving.

You and the kid watch some more holodramas, the baby laughing when someone dramatically slaps another person.

“Oh, that’s your sense of humor?” You say to the baby like he understands you. He just giggles.

***

A couple hours later, Din returns to the room. He walks in like something bad happened.

He just stands inside the door and stares at you for a long moment.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

He nods, walking towards you. “I just need to talk to you.”

Your stomach churns. Fuck. What was this about?

“It’s about the kid.” He explains and you breathe a sigh of relief. “I need to search for his kind.”

You nod. “Yeah. I remember you saying that.”

“So, I didn’t take any bounty pucks today. This takes priority.” Din says, reaching down into the cradle to pat the baby’s head.

You nod, unsure why he’s telling you all of this.

“I wanted to make sure…” he trails off. “To make sure you want to do this; come with me.”

You stand up and step in front of him, putting your arms around the back of his neck. “You’ve gotta get it through that helmet of yours that I want to be with you…” the one word you held back was ‘forever’.

“I… want to be with you, too.” He says sweetly.

“Good. Then we’re on the same page.” You smile up at him, blushing and looking into his visor.

He nods, bringing you into a hug for a moment. He lets you go and looks down at you again. “We need to go back to Tatooine. Peli knows about the kid’s abilities and hinted that she knew someone that might know more.”

“Why’d we leave Tatooine at all?” You ask curiously.

“Needed the credits from those bounties before I could try and find the kid’s home.” Din explains.

You nod and pull away from him, looking down at the baby. “Pretty special kid.”

Din nods. “Sure is. You ready to go?”

“Yep. I’m all packed.” You smile and grab your bag before the three of you leave the inn and head to the Razor Crest.

***

You’re arrive to Tatooine early morning there. 6am to be exact.

When you first land, it takes a few minutes for Peli’s droids to go find her and wake her. She often slept at the hangar, just in case someone important came in.

“Shit, you’re here early.” Peli scolds Din as him, the baby, and you walk out of the ship.

“I need to know more about the kid.” Din gets straight to the point.

“I don’t know crap, Mando.” Peli rolls her eyes playfully.

“Then why did you say-“ Din starts.

“Okay okay. Fine. I told my friend about the kid before I got to know you real well and she said it sounds like a Jedi legend. So alls you need, is to find you a Jedi. Then he’ll be back with his people.” Peli explains.

“I thought Jedi were extinct.” You butt in.

Peli shrugs and Din shakes his head. “I’ve heard rumors.” He says. “Rumors about a Jedi on Corvus. I didn’t think much of it until…” he trails off.

“Until I just told you the kid’s probably Jedi?” Peli laughs.

Din shrugs, slightly embarrassed.

You grab his hand instinctively to comfort him.

Peli notices but doesn’t say anything.

“Thank you.” Din thanks Peli and you all say your goodbyes before loading back onto the ship.

“Corvus, huh? I’ve heard of it.” You say, proud of the fact.

Din doesn’t say anything, paying too much attention to the child as it falls asleep in its cradle. He closes it and then turns to you. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing.” You laugh.

He shrugs it off and heads up to the cockpit, you following close behind. You’d brought the blanket from the cot up the night before, wanting to sit in Din’s presence whether you were awake or not. You did end up sleeping for most of the trip to Tatooine, so warm in the soft blanket. That was one of few things Din had that he considered “nice”.

So you sat in your designated chair in the cockpit, snuggled up in your blanket as Din took off. You’re soon leaving Tatooine’s atmosphere, watching the light from its two suns fade. It’s beautiful.

Din gets up, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your chair. You set the blanket down and he guides you to face forward, standing right behind you.

Your heart leaps into your throat with him this close. It always does, but something is bubbling within you.

He runs his hands down your arms, taking your hands and holding them. You shiver slightly.

He lifts one of your arms and points out your finger. “See that right there?”

“Uh…” you look for a moment, trying to see what he’s seeing. As the ship moves forward, you get a better view and a belt across the stars comes into focus. “Yes.”

“Good.” He hums, lowering your arm.

“What is it?” You ask, trying to control your breathing, butterflies in your stomach.

“Dragon’s Spine. An asteroid field of sorts…”

He keeps talking, explaining the history of it to you but you can’t hear him. Your blood is rushing, ears pounding.

Suddenly everything is crystal clear. “It’s one of the oldest-“

You interrupt him. “Din, I think I love you.” You blurt out, staying faced away from him.

He stays silent for a minute. You stare at the asteroid belt and wish one would hit you because you can’t stand that he’s not saying anything. He doesn’t have to tell you he loves you back, any response would do at this point.

You start to spin around. “Listen, if you don’t- oh!” Your hand slaps over your mouth in shock.

His helmet was off.

Your first instinct is to block your vision, so the hand over your mouth quickly moves to cover your eyes.

Din laughs softly and Maker, it turned you into a puddle. He reaches up and pulls your hand away from your face.

“Din, I don’t- I don’t understand.” You say, averting your eyes from his face by staring at his chest.

He leans down and gets into your line of sight, and you actually look at his face for the first time. Really, actually see it.

He’s fucking beautiful. His jaw is sharp, covered lightly with facial hair, save a couple little spots that didn’t really grow anything. His nose is cute, a little big, which you liked. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of brown, high cheekbones, full lips… he was actually perfect.

Tears start to form in your eyes and you try to blink them away and then he’s kissing you and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the tears to escape anyways.

Your body shakes as you sob from your chest, overwhelmed with feeling.

He holds your face in his hands and you notice that he doesn’t have his gloves on, bare thumbs wiping at the tears on your cheeks.

You open your eyes again to look at him. You would never tire of seeing his face.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.” He whispers.

“Does that mean you-“ you begin.

“Yes.” He assures you and then kisses you again, passionately.

You moan softly into his mouth, parting your lips so his tongue can venture inside. As you continue to kiss, he tosses his helmet into one of the chairs and his hands move down to the bottom of your shirt, tugging it upward.

You lift your arms so that he can take it off of you, hands reaching around your back to undo your bra. You let it slip off and fall to the floor, heart racing.

It’s like you’re meeting him all over again. All of these new feelings come rushing in, and as you pull out of the kiss you watch him smile. It’s amazing.

You tug at the armor plate covering his chest, pulling it off of him.

You both make quick work of his armor, piling it in the center chair. You lay the blanket on the floor, taking off your pants and panties as Din removes the last of his clothes.

You two come together again, his hands running up your chest, over your shoulders and into your hair, holding you close as you kiss.

You plant your hands on his chest and he breaks the kiss for a second. “Need to taste you, sweet girl.”

You moan softly and he moves to lay down on the blanket. You’re confused for a second.

“Have a seat.” He motions to his face and you start blushing something fierce. He wanted you to-? Oh, Maker.

“O- okay.” You nod, carefully getting down onto the floor above his head and hovering there.

“Don’t be shy, babygirl.” He growls, pulling your hips down until his nose was pressed into your clit, making you whine.

His tongue comes out to swipe at your slick, wet pussy. You exhale hard, one hand moving down to tangle in his hair and you make eye contact with him as he pushes his tongue into you, making you grind down against him.

“Fuck.” You whimper for him, loving the feeling of him eating you out. He was so damn good at it, too. And you could tell it was one of his favorite things to be doing with you. He loved how you tasted. Especially loved making you taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you afterwards.

He continues thrusting his tongue in and out of you, nose nudging your clit with each movement and it was making you lightheaded.

“Din, I’m- fuck. I’m close.” You tilt your head back, eyes closed. You tug a little harder on his hair, bringing his head up from the floor to pressing his face into you. Part of you was worried he wasn’t able to breathe, but you knew he could pull away if he wanted to.

His mouth moves upward, switching from licking you to sucking on your clit. You only needed a few seconds of it before-

“Din!” You gasp, “oh, fuck, Din. Yes. Fuck.” A string of words fall from your mouth as you cum hard, hips stuttering as you grind down.

He keeps sucking until he feels you start to quiver, then he pulls back and looks up at you, mouth and nose covered in your juices. This was probably the hottest sight you’ve ever seen in your life.

He’s rubbing the outside of your thighs and then pats the spot next to him. “Come lay down. Let me make love to you.”

You moan quietly at the words, moving off of him and laying down on the blanket next to him. You look over, staring at his beautiful face for a long moment until he gets up to hover over you.

He settles between your legs, cock hard and heavy against your inner thigh. He never failed to get almost painfully turned on for you.

You lean up to kiss him, tasting yourself, and he takes the opportunity to push his dick into you slowly. You breathe hard through your nose as he does so, just feeling a little sensitive after your first orgasm.

He knew exactly how to touch you and tease you and love you. It was like second nature to him now.

Once he pushed in to the hilt, he stayed like that for a minute, just wanting to be surrounded by you. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as you kissed, swirling it with his.

He groans and begins to move his hips, pulling out and pushing back in. You squeeze around him and pull a heavenly moan from his throat.

He moves down to bury his face in your neck, breathing hard against your skin and making goosebumps rise there. He speeds up his pace, rolling his hips against yours sensually.

You reach for his shoulders, digging your nails in slightly with the pleasure you’re experiencing. You feel him reach down between you to rub two fingers in circles against your clit and your eyes roll back in your head.

He lifts his face again to watch you, knowing you were close again. You tighten your legs around his hips, trying to get him to move faster, harder.

He obliges, speeding up and slamming into with more force than before. You pull him down to kiss you as you cum, moaning loudly against his mouth and curling your toes.

He grunts with each thrust as you continue to orgasm, he himself getting closer to the edge. But he’s holding back and you’re not sure why.

“How many times do you think I can get you off?” He groans and you look at him, licking your lips.

“I- I think one more time…” you start. “Then I have to tap out.” You laugh softly.

He hums in response, nodding. His thrusts had slowed back down after you came, giving your body a little bit of a breather.

But soon, he was speeding up once again, making you feel like the most special person in the galaxy as he planted kisses across your cheeks and nose, down your chin and neck. He sucks a mark into your neck, somewhere easily visible you can tell, but you don’t mind one bit.

He had taken a break from rubbing your clit after you came, but his fingers returned to their position there, rubbing against you deliciously. You were overwhelmed with sensation, your head spinning, feeling high on your love for him.

His hips began stuttering as he rocked into you. “Gonna cum for you, babygirl.” He moans.

“Please, fuck-“ you breathe out, clenching around his cock.

He cums hard and you watch his face, it’s all you need to tip over the edge once again. The both of you make obscene noises as you finish together, bodies slowing down to a stop after a minute of pure bliss.

You lay your head back on the floor, eyes closing. Exhausted in the most wonderful way.

He pulls out of you with a soft “oh” and lays down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in so your back was pressed to his front.

You were both plenty warm like this together, the blanket covering the floor doing a lot to keep the cold metal separated from you.

“I love you.” Din sighs sweetly, kissing just behind your ear.

“I love you, too.” You smile and close your tired eyes.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.” He whispers.

You take a deep breath, exhaling softly as you say your final words before you fall asleep. “Goodnight, Din.”

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