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brodieland · 2 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: The two were sworn enemies like three days ago, now what are they doing ??? Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 2728

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt3

When you woke up, you didn't recognize the room at first. You went to sit up when you noticed something weighing you down. You looked down and saw an arm holding you by the waist. 'Oh my gods', you thought when you realized it was Percy holding you close. You leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed your phone to check the time.

[9:32] AM

As you saw the time, and started to freak out. "PERCY" you turned over and shouted. You did your best to shake Percy awake. That only caused him to yawn and move in even closer. 'Why NOW.' You continued to shake him till you threw him off the bed.

"OW, what the hell Y/N" Percy shouted.

"Percy, we have class together today! And it starts in twenty minutes" you yelled upset.

"Shit" Percy said as he stood up and quickly grabbed some clothes to change.

"Percy, can I borrow some clothes. I don't think I can go out like this" you rambled off as you looked down at what you were wearing. A pair of shorts and a sports bra.

Percy looked at you up and down before saying, "yeah um, for sure. Grab whatever you want" then walked out the room. And you did. You grabbed a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie. After you finished changing you ran out to find Percy waiting for you.

"Thanks for waiting" you said rushing toward him.

"No problem." You two were now running to try and make on time. Sadly, since you guys had to swing by your place to grab your bag, you guys were about two minutes late. You both ran in during attendance, absolutely winded and out of breathe from running all the way there. After apologizing for being late, you took your seat next to Annabeth, whose eyes were so wide they might pop out, and Percy took his seat in front of you.

40 minutes go bye and suddenly a paper hits your desk. It was a note from Annabeth. 'why did u come in late w/ Percy????? did something happen ur not telling me???'

You then wrote on the other side of the note, 'you can wait 20 minutes ;3.' You drew a penis before you slid the note back. This earned you an angry glare, but she accepted it.

Finally, class ended. But now you have to explain to Annabeth. After you both made sure you were out of earshot from Percy, Annabeth started asking questions.

"Why were you late with Percy, and what the HADES, are you wearing" Annabeth said really fast. Breathe girl.

"So um, last night I couldn't sleep. So, I texted Percy if he was up so I can come over, and he was up, so I went over. Anyways so I got there and we were just hanging out and talking till it got late. And since I was really tired Percy let me sleep over so.. yeah, that's all that happened." You finished explaining.

"Hm, okay if that's what you say, but why are you wearing Percy's clothes. And don't even deny it because I KNOW your closet" Annabeth said while sticking her fingers in the air.

"I cant come to class in shorts and a sports bra now can I?" you questioned sarcastically.

"I wouldn't mind" Silena snuck up from behind the two of you, causing you both to jump.

"Gods you scared me" you said.

"OH MY GODS SILENA YOUR HERE" Annabeth screamed.

"Please tell me your going to explain Y/N's choice of clothes" Silena eyed you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"I slept at Percy's dorm. Nothing happened so you both can calm yourselves" you stated.

"Nothing happened but you went over in basically nothing, now tell me where exactly you slept" Annabeth question. You know she kind of had you with that. You went silent for a little bit, making the two girls in front of you smile, knowing the answer.

"So his bed" Silena and Annabeth said in unison.

"I HAVE A PAPER TO TURN IN, GOODBYE" you shouted as you left the scene. The pair were cackling behind you as you almost tripped on the jeans that were a little to long for you. You made it to class and turned in your paper then took a seat. Class starts and its horrendously boring. Halfway through class, you get a text from Nico.

'DID YOU AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME'

What?? You texted him back.

'What are you talking about??'

A minute goes by and he responds.

'when I said be safe of course'

THIS GUYYYY.

'im gonna fight you, I did nothing of the sort'

"Ms. Y/L/N, is there a reason you are on your phone as I lecture" your teacher asked.

"Um, no. Sorry sir" you apologized.

"Please go spend the rest of class in library." Bro, again?? Twice in three days? You didn't argue as you packed up your things and left. As you walked toward the library, you passed by Percy's class and looked through the window on the door. You saw Percy and he looked so bored it was funny. You thought you'd be the amazing friend you are and get him out.

You walked into the class and spoke up. "Excuse me Mrs. Ariti, Mr. Gabris is asking to see Percy" you made eye contact with Percy as you said that. He was trying not to laugh as you blatantly lied.

"Of course, Mr. Jackson you're excused." And with that Percy and you rushed out of class.

"Nice going Y/N, gods that class was literally rotting my brain" Percy shook his head while talking.

"Consider me your night in shining armor" you pointed to yourself with your thumbs. Percy just smiled at you.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say." You both started walking around campus talking like normal. You notice Percy keeps looking at you, or looking your body.

"Like what you see Jackson, you want a picture to go with it" you joked. You could've sworn his face got warm.

"You look good with my clothes on" Percy said. Now you went a little warm. That was just really bold of him. "Aw is someone a little nervous" Percy teased.

"Nervous? Never, who are you" you turned away.

"Never she says, whatever floats your boat" Percy said. "If you're gonna treat me like this then you can give me my clothes back." Percy pulled your back toward his chest as he jokingly pulled at your/his hoodie.

"Excuse why you trying to get me naked right now" You yelled. Percy rushed him arm from behind you and slapped it on your mouth to shut up. This caused you to laugh and whip around. You didn't realize how close the both of you were until now. You two were barely inches apart with your hands on his chest and his over your shoulders.

"Hey" you whispered.

"Hey" he whispered back.

That's when you noticed something, he was staring at your lips. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't think Percy was hot. You always did, he was just an annoying little shitter. But hey, you both were past that now. So, fuck it. You both started to lean in until..

'RING'

The bell rang, scaring the both of you. You both stepped away from each other. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air. No one said anything for a few moments. Thankfully, Percy spoke up.

"So." And that was it. What a way with words.

"Soo" you repeated.

"Would you want to hang out at my place later or" Percy said, he seemed a little shy and you found that funny.

"For sure" you smiled as you look up at him. You could Annabeth and Silena appear from the distance. "I'll see you then okay, bye Percy" you waved him off and he did the same.

"Hey guys" you said as you approached your friends.

"Hey Y/N, sorry to pull you away from your boyfriend" Silena said. You laughed.

"He's not my boyfriend, lets just go eat" you said. You guys made your way to get some food and sat next to each other like always. Silena and Annabeth were talking about who knows what while you sat their not saying anything and zoning out. You were busy thinking about, someone you didn't want to admit, Percy. What would have happened if the bell didn't ring. What'll happen when you go to to his dorm later. You were so deep in thought you didn't realize that the two girls in front of you have been calling your name.

"Y/N" Annabeth yelled as she threw a piece of bread at you, landing straight on your face.

"HEADSHOT" Silena exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. You grabbed the bread and took an angry bite from it.

"Was that necessary" you said. They both nodded. "What did you need?"

"We need to know why your so quiet, and if we interrupted anything earlier" Silena asked.

"I mean, you didn't interrupt anything" you said with emphasize on the word 'you.' "The bell did though."

"What does that mean" Annabeth asked.

"It means I'm going to his place later" you said. Your friends just turned to each other and smirked. They side-eyed you as they did. "What?"

"Nothing" Annabeth said.

"Have fun on your date" Silena said. You rolled your eyes.

"Haha" you deadpanned. "its not a date. I'm gonna go now though, bye guys." As everyone said their goodbyes, you head back to your dorm. When you got there, you decided to bother Nico.

"Hey Nico." You slammed the door open to see Nico doing.. homework?

"I'm doing homework" Nico said like it was a normal thing I've seen him do.

"This is literally the first time I've ever seen you do homework" you stated as you jumped on his bed.

"You're a funny one aren't you" Nico said as he shut his laptop.

"Oh you were just waiting for a distraction weren't you" you both started laughing.

"Did you come in here just to bother me orr" Nico asked.

"Perhaps" you said smiling. "You know you love me."

"Yeah yeah sure. Anyways, what is that" Nico asked pointing to your outfit.

"Why is everyone so invested with my clothes holy shit" you shoved your head into a pillow. Nico just laughed at you.

"I'm just messing with you jeez. Are you hanging out with him again today." Why does he know me so well.

"Yeah I am actually" you said. "I almost kissed him" you admitted. You looked over to see Nico not even giving you a reaction. "Are you not gonna say anything? Not even a single emotion?"

"You say it like its a shocker anymore" Nico said. "Why didn't you?"

"The bell rang. Then it got awkward, but its fine" you said. You wondered if he was a good kisser. Then you got a text from Percy.

'I want a rematch from our hippocampi races'

You laughed at the message before replying.

'The fact you lost and these are literally your creatures is actually INSANEE. Your on though'

You jumped up from Nico's bed and saw him getting back to his homework. "Nico I'm gonna go now. Love you, bye."

"Love you too Y/N" Nico said, without looking up from his screen.

You ran into your room to put on a black bikini and just put Percy's clothes back on before heading over to his place. You walked up to his door and started banging on it like you were going to punch a hole through the door. Percy swung the door open.

"Are you being chased or something" He asked shocked.

"No, I just wanted to alert you of my presence" you said sweetly as you stepped inside.

"You alerted the whole campus of your presence, but okay" Percy said. "You ready to get destroyed?"

You looked at him with a smirk. "No your weird, you can go now" you both were bent over laughing now.

"Okay, okay lets go, and no I won't be getting destroyed" you said, air quotes on 'destroyed.' You guys made your way out to the beach and got into your bathing suits. When you got in and the water was at your shoulders, Percy did it again. Grabbed you close, this time felt different though. You didn't get a chance to think about it before Percy zoomed you both into deep water and called the hippocampi.

After you both mounted on, you guys started racing, with you winning again. At the last race, the sun started going down and your hippocampi was slowing down.

"She's starting to get tired." Percy said. "We're really far from shore, hop on mine." And you did. You sat right behind Percy and wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close so you didn't fall off. All you could think about was the skin on skin contact between the two of you. Suddenly Percy turned around, making sure to hold on to you by your waist so you don't slip.

"Hey" he said.

"Hey" you returned.

You guys were just staring at each other. You were thinking about earlier, he seemed willingly to kiss you then. Would he still want to now? You caught yourself staring at his lips when he just leaned in and kissed you. You were kissing him back. And yeah, he was a good kisser, great one even. You started sliding closer, wrapping your legs around him with your arms around his neck. He was wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You guys kept making out until you were out of breathe.

"I can't believe it" Percy smiled down at you.

"What" you laughed out.

"Just three days ago you were shouting at me in the middle of class about how much you wanted me dead. And here you now, making out with me" Percy teased. You playfully slapped his chest.

"I think I was hacked. Nico possessed me in my sleep" you joked.

"Oh really?" Percy was now jokingly trying to push you off. "How much do you mean that?" You were almost off the hippocampi and in the water.

"I don't mean it! Pull me back up" you shouted. And he did. You guys were quiet for a little bit. This time the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

"So what now?" Percy spoke up, you knew what he meant.

"I don't know" you admitted honestly. Its quiet again for a little bit.

"One date" Percy said. You looked up at him.

"What" you asked. Woah, he actually wanted to take you out?

"One actual date, something I should've taken you out on before the beef started" Percy said. Since before? You thought about it.

"Sure, one date" you were smiling now.

"Perfect" Percy agreed. You both now reached the shore and walked to grab your clothes.

"You want your clothes back" you asked.

"So you could walk back wearing that?" He pointed to your bathing suit. "Just give it back another day." You both got dressed, and Percy decided to be a gentleman and walk you back, like he did last time.

You reached back to your dorms. "Goodnight Percy."

"Goodnight Y/N" Percy said as he pulled back your hair and tucked it behind your ear. He rested his hand by your jaw. You decided to lean in and kiss him goodnight. This kiss last a little longer than a little peck. And of course, just like last time, Nico slammed the door open. Causing you both to jump apart.

"Hey guys" Nico greeted. You sighed.

"Goodnight Percy" you said as you walked past Nico.

"Goodnight Y/N" Percy turned to Nico. "And goodnight Nico."

"Goodnight" Nico said in a jokingly sweet voice. He was dying not to laugh. He shut the door and turned to you. "We're just friends" he said in a girly high-pitched voice, imitating you.

"We technically still are" you said quietly. There was silence before you spoke up again. "We're going on a date tomorrow."

"Finally oh my gods. The world is moving forward" Nico said. He is soo dramatic.

"Okay drama king, I'm gonna go shower now" you waved Nico off.

Wow. You and Percy had a date tomorrow.

..............................................................................................................................Pt. 4?? 😱

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fluff #annabeth chase #annabeth pjo #silena beauregard #silena pjo #nico di angelo

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killxio · 1 year

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bluecollar!reiner headcannons

word count: 725 [ 2 min 40 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: smut, kitchen sex, blue collar men :/ but a good one, p in v sex in general, fingering.. uhhh

bluecollar!reiner x black!reader / constructionworker!reiner x black!reader

✭ you and your blonde-headed personal bob the builder

bluecollar!reiner who does construction and pools.

bluecollar!reiner who sleeps like a LOG. like, has rolled over ontop of you on multiple instances and it’s taken having to literally slap him to wake him up.

bluecollar!reiner who absolutely throws down at cookouts and get togethers, you and your friends and family are just so good in the kitchen and babyboy needs to EAT.

bluecollar!reiner who works so hard because his favorite view of you is on a beach, or poolside at a fancy resort taking his cock in a risky, barely covered blind spot.

bluecollar!reiner who, 8/10 times cannot sleep without your manicured fingers scrubbing at his scalp or smooth palms scanning over his body and rubbing soothing circles.

bluecollar!reiner who sometimes brings you small bouquets if the landscape of the construction site he’s on has some pretty ones for the taking.

bluecollar!reiner who saved the petals from those flowers and proposed to you surrounded by them.

bluecollar!reiner who walks so hard for literally no reason. :/ like, he comes home late after pushing through the end of his customers pool build and i stg you think the rapture is occurring. it took you a few months of dating to get used to the fe-fi-fo-fum ass walking he does but even sometimes he still manages to wake you up.

reiner finally emerges in the bedroom after putting away his lunch box and heavy work boots to see his poor poor fiancé glaring at him from underneath a pillow.

“i woke ya’ didn’t i?”

“yes mister braun. you did.😐”

bluecollar!reiner who does that thing in the gym where he uses you as a weight for his pull ups sometimes. your lock screen is a photo of you smiling as reiner is doing a pull-up and you can see his abs on full display overhead.

bluecollar!reiner who looks forward to the massages you give him every night, working out the knots in his shoulder blades, soothing the aches in his biceps..

bluecollar!reiner who thanks you for the massages by doing you one better:

the plat plat plat of his dick sliding in and out of you resonates through the room, and your back is arching off the wall. reiner was supposed to be carrying you back to bed after a show and a massage on the couch, but here you are only halfway down the hall and coating his dick in cream.

“please please kiss me” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and swell.

he huffs a little and between your deep kisses you can feel the stubble of his beard.

“reiiiii ‘m gonna cummmm” you whine, looking at him with that hazy glint in your eyes as you release on him.

“good girl, so so good for me doll.”

bluecollar!reiner who’s socials are empty besides a few photos of you or you and him and MAYBE a selfie.

bluecollar!reiner who you send video rants to throughout the day to keep him company while he works. he responds with videos of his own if he can.

you open the video reiner sent twenty minutes ago.

he’s propped his phone up on the back of his truck, his work shirt is absolutely covered in wet cement so as he’s responding to whatever you said in your previous video, he’s taking off his shirt and putting on a new one.

“.. oh yeah and lunch was amazing. not burnt or overcooked. thank you princess.”

his video ends after a quick wink and pop of his gum. meanwhile, you’re thinking about the way reiner was far from concerned about his lunch while you were trying to make it. he had you bent over the counter, knuckle deep in your cunt and tongue circling your clit. reiner wasn’t focused on anything besides the way your wetness was dripping down his arm, but you’re busy struggling to keep tell him about the food on the stove.

“r-rei baby.. i have- fuck.. i have your lunch for t-tomorrow- ah.. on the stoveee.”

“uh-huh.. god this pussy is so fucking delicious.” he says, only coming up for air for a brief second and continuing to ravage you.

bluecollar!reiner who has a photo of you on the dashboard of his work truck.

bluecollar!reiner who loves letting you ride him slow while he talks over the plans and spreadsheets for the next big project he has.

bluecollar!reiner who loves you to the moon and back and will build anything for you.

#aot au #reiner smut #aot reiner #reiner brainrot #reiner x y/n #reiner headcanons #reiner imagine #reiner imagines #attack on titan reiner #reiner fluff #reiner x you #reiner x reader #reiner x black reader #reiner braun #he’s mine #he’s so sweet #reiner braun x reader

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sumaneun-stars · 8 months

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'Save It - 01'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Unprotected sex, neck sucking, making out, over-stimulation

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

A/n: I thought of something different this time, look forward to the second part!

Your alarm rang for the third time today, so you (half dead) looked at the time- only to find out that you were late… again.

“7:40! Shit I’m late”

You got out of bed and got dressed in a span of 10 minutes. This wasn’t the first time you were late for work and that also meant there were higher chances of you getting fired. You got into the car, forgetting that your toothbrush was in your mouth. Once you arrived you noticed your boss’s car- he was about to get down. You ran in your 2 inch heels and made it just in time to open the door for him.

“Good morning Mr. Park” you smiled, trying not to show that you were panting.

“If you are going to be late and try to hide it, at least run faster Ms. Y/n” he said coldly.

“Yes sir, it won’t happen again” you looked down ashamed and watched him walk inside the building.

“Did you run here?” Your co-worker Mark teasingly said.

“Shut up Mark,” you replied.

“Mhm you definitely overslept,” Mark continued.

“Well what do you expect? The party finished at 2:30 am yesterday!” you complained.

“Damn…how does Mr. Park get up on time?”

“I know right? He's not human” you conclude.

“And you decided to be his secretary… how fun” Mark said as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“Yeah… fun" you sulk, taking the coffee in your hands.

You and Mark hit it off the first time the both of you started working together. You were Jay��s secretary while Mark was his second in command. Mark handled all the business documents and upcoming projects, except he didn’t have to follow Jay around like you did.Your feet hurt and were bleeding due to the wounds you got while running in your heels. You sighed and took a seat next to Mark. You and Mark’s table was outside Mr. Park’s office, he could directly see the both of you outside, which is creepy but most of the time the blinds were closed.

“You okay?” Mark notices you massaging your foot.

“Yeah- no my feet hurt”

“From losing your marathon?” he laughs.

“Can you not?” You laugh along.

Your laughing was interrupted by the beep on your desk telephone.

“Ms. Y/n please come in here, and bring your mobile phone” Jay commands you.

You exchanged looks with Mark on the phone part. You made your way to his office.

“Yes sir”

“Tomorrow we are going to set up a meeting with the Sim corporation. And we are going to stay the night there, I hope I don’t need to-”

“Uhh…what was it after you said 'tomorrow'?” You tried to catch up with him but he was speaking too fast.

“This was why I asked you to bring your phone…to take notes”

“Right...sorry sir” You mumbled and took note.

“Is that all sir?” you asked

“Yes” he said and you take your leave until-

“Please don’t wear heels if you can’t walk in them” he coldly says while sipping coffee.

You stop in your tracks and curse yourself for walking like a clown.

“I’m sorry sir, It won’t happen agai-"

“Again? I hope so" he completed your sentence while looking deeply into your eyes, which made a shiver run down your spine.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready. The weather was boiling hot, it was like you were trapped in an oven. You look at your long sleeve blouses and jackets, it felt like a 100 degrees outside and while everyone could wear short sleeve tops and t-shirts… you couldn’t. You arrive on time and 15 minutes later your boss’s car pulls up in front of you.

“Good morning sir, I apologize for the meeting being canceled”

The meeting with Sim corporation had been canceled by the president himself.

“Don’t apologize for nothing” he said as he straightened his suit.

The entire day was tiring as usual, you doing all the running while Jay sat on his chair the whole time. But for some reason he looked tired and exhausted. The others didn’t notice it but you could. His eyes were screaming sleep.

“Sir, are you tired? Should I take over?" You said as you stood in front of his desk with the documents he asked for.

“No” he replied, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.

You sigh and make your way to the mini bar in the corner of his office. Latte was always a drink Jay enjoyed so you made one and set it on his table. Jay made no comment about it and that hurt you a little but honestly- you didn’t know what you were expecting.

“God it’s so hot even though it’s almost night!” you said to mark.

“I know right! But what are you complaining about, Miss Long-sleeve?” He teased you.

“Because I don't want to show my beautiful skin to you" you snapped back.

Mark made a noise of fake vomiting and the both of you laughed uncontrollably.

Jay was observing the both of you from his office, curious about what made you laugh. Were you and Mark dating? Why were you laughing like that?

“But seriously, why do you always wear long sleeved clothes? If you want a boyfriend you need skin to seduce” Mark says.

“I don’t feel comfortable... besides, I have no time for dating” you replied.

“Honestly man you should take a break, you're the only person who hasn’t yet used their paid leave” Mark says

“Yeah… I think I should-"

“Ms. Y/n in my office”

“Yes sir” Mark gives you a sad smile as you get up and walk towards the office.

“Call the driver" He ordered and you took your phone out to call the driver.

“We are invited to a business party tomorrow night, prepare the necessary”

“'We' as in, you and me?” You asked, confused.

“Is there anyone else here?” he looked at you with dark eyes.

“Yes sir- I mean no sir" you stuttered.

Jay got up from his chair and made his way over towards you in a threateningly slow pace, hands in his pockets as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Y/n?” He said, only inches away from your lips.

“N- no sir” You gulp at the close proximity.

“I don’t?” he raises his eyebrow and looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Y- yes sir,” you stuttered in loss of air.

He scoffed. His breath hitting your lips, making you feel an unknown stir in your stomach.

“I hope you won’t be late tomorrow night”

With that you watch him leave the office, still in shock. Your boss had never gotten this close to you before- but why did you find it attractive? You snapped out of it, groaning in frustration about the party tomorrow.

You were annoyed about having to work even on a saturday. You set the bag of makeup on the bed and make your way to the bathroom. While facing the mirror, you slowly undress yourself, revealing the horrible burnt scars that sat beautifully on your body. One on your left breast cutting across your nipple, another on your inner thighs, on your arms and shoulders but the biggest one on your lower stomach. You feel nine years old again, being abused by your parents' dealers. The scars were old but from time to time you scratched them and they bled slightly.

But the worst feeling is when you get your periods. The scars on your stomach hurt like hell, like the feeling of your skin and stomach being torn apart. You wiped the tear that fell from your cheek and got into the cold shower. After drying up you apply foundation on your scars to hide them. This is the first time you were going to wear a sleeveless dress. You got ready and wore your long coat over your dress, ready for the night.

Jay got into the car and noticed you wearing a long coat, he was curious about your clothes… and what was underneath them. He always found something eccentric about you, ever since you came to the interview with a broken heel yet you looked confident- he admired that but he always drew the line between desire and work. He hated himself for that.

“I want you to convince Mr. Park Sunghoon to collaborate with us in our upcoming project”

You looked at him in admiration, he wanted something and he got it, that amazed you.

“Talk about the project and bring him in?”

“Yes sir” you were happy that he trusted you to do the job. You weren’t going to disappoint him this time.

The both of you enter the hall together, you watch everyone crowd around THE Mr. Park Jongseong. If you want to survive in the business world you need to get on to Jay’s good side. They swarmed around him like flies. You- on the other hand, was still wearing your coat.

“Should I take your coat, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yeah” you said as you slowly revealed your dress. The sudden silence made you look up to find multiple sets of eyes looking your way. You were the center of attention now. Your eyes met Jay’s and you almost came undone. His eyes were on you like a hawk… undressing you. They looked so-

Hungry. That's what Jay felt when he saw you. You wore a red sleeveless dress that had a slit in between your chest that stopped at the base of your stomach, exposing the inner corners of your breasts. There was a slit starting from your knee, revealing your upper thigh. You looked like a meal to him, and the many other men who had their eyes on you. This was the first time Jay saw you wearing something this revealing and he hated that you dressed up for the event and not for him. Jay snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the inappropriate talks about you.

“Introduce yourself” Jay voices over the ‘talks’.

“Oh- right. Hello everyone, I’m the secretary of Mr. Park Jongseong at Park industries”

You felt dizzy. Your head spun a little as you shook hands with everyone. Suddenly you felt a hand gripping your waist.

“Let’s go out”

You were being pulled forward until you could breathe again. Jay took you to the balcony and passed you a napkin to clean your sweat.

“Thank you sir” you said gratefully.

“I expected you to charm Sunghoon, not everyone in the room,” Jay said dryly.

“I’m sorry sir” You disappointed him, you went overboard.

Jay noticed your expression and felt guilty.

"I don't blame you for dressing well, but them for looking at you"

Jay turns to look at you and is caught off guard by your sudden hug.

“Thank you sir!” You said while hugging him. Suddenly aware of your action- you pulled away slowly. Your eyes meet his and the both of you froze in the moment.

“I’m sorry sir-” you said, looking down.

Jay cleared his throat and looked at you… 'cute'.

“Don’t forget your task, I won’t tolerate any more mistakes,” he said calmly.

The both of you walked together to the party in silence. You looked around for Mr. Park Sunghoon until-

“Well well Mr. Park, fancy seeing you here”

“Mr. Lee" Jay said coldly.

You turned to that name and that voice, your heart skipped a beat to the person now in front of you.

“You remember my name Mr. Ja- wait… Y/n? What the hell?" Heeseung said as he looked at you.

“Oh my god Heeseung! What on earth?” You said as you accepted the hug he threw your way.

“Are you back for good?” You excitedly asked

“Yeah Yeah I am… You look beautiful Y/n, better than before” He said with a smile.

“You too… I’ve missed you'' you wanted to cry, your first crush was right in front of you after 6 years.

“You have no idea how much I thought about you," Heeseung said with a wholehearted smile.

You heard Jay clearing his throat next to you.

”Yes sir” You asked.

“Sir? You work for him?" Heeseung said, shocked.

“Is that a problem, Mr. Lee?" Jay smirks.

Heeseung scoffs at Jay's words.

“Do you know each other?” You asked, confused.

“This is Heeseung from the Lee corporations,” Jay says with ice in his voice.

Oh god, this was the 'Lee’ Jay was talking about, He’s Jay's foe.

“How do you know Mr. Lee?” Jay’s eyes were on you and a shiver ran down your spine.

“We- Um… We were friends in college”

“Friends?” Heeseung smirks at you.

“Mhm.. friends. The best of friends” You smirk back at him.

Jay didn’t like the way you said ‘friends’. There was something more than a ‘friendship’ that you two shared, and he didn't like it at all.

“Ms. Y/n-” He was interrupted by a man and was dragged away from you.

You spent the entire night with Heeseung, catching up on each other's past, not knowing that someone was watching the both of you from across the room. Jay looked at you laughing at all Heeseung’s jokes and talks. He was mad at you. How could you leave him and go to Heeseung? Was he that good looking? His style of clothing was not as good as Jay’s, he knew that for a fact.

You laughed at Heeseung’s joke and both of you smiled at each other.

“I’ve missed this” Heeseung said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Me too” you agree.

“Y/n…” He says slowly.

You hum in response.

“Work for me” He proposed.

“What?"

“Come work for me… are you truly happy working for Jay?” Heeseung took your hand in his.

“I-" you looked over and found Jay’s dark eyes meeting yours. His eyes clearly stated that it was time to leave.

“I- I have to go, Hee” You looked at him

“I’m not forcing you Y/n… good night” the both of you part ways after a hug.

Jay walked forward without you and stopped outside the entrance. You took out your phone and called the driver.

“I already called him" Jay stated, now irritated.

Oh no, he's angry. But why? Did you do something wrong?

Jay didn’t let you open the door for him either, now you started to panic. Was it Heeseung? Or your dress? Jay’s house came into view and the car stopped at the entrance.

“Good nigh-”

“Come inside, You can go home Mr. Kang” Jay’s voice scared you, it was cold and dry. You knew you were in trouble. He invited you inside but why did he tell the driver to leave?

You followed behind Jay into his mansion. It was huge and grand, and the interior was beautiful.

Jay found it cute how you were drawn to his house, but he called you in for another reason.

“In here” He walks upstairs into a room… his bedroom.

You entered the room and your jaw dropped. It was the size of your apartment. You watched as Jay removed his jacket and loosened his tie, the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned until the 3rd button, revealing his chest. He looked furious- and that scared you. You did not want to get fired.

“Sir, I’m sorry” You apologized without a reason

“What are you exactly sorry for, Ms. Y/n?�� He asked calmly but deadly.

“I-”

“Did you speak to Mr. Park Sunghoon?” He asked.

Then it clicked, you were assigned something and you didn’t accomplish it. You quickly made a plan in your head to call Sunghoon tomorrow and try to convince him. You spent the entire night with Heeseung, so you forgot about Jay’s request.

"Yes sir, I spoke to him” you lied through your teeth.

“Really? What did he say? Was he interested?” Jay asked, pretending to be surprised- but looking at you dead in the eyes.

“W- well he s- said he’ll think about it” You wanted to cry, you never lied to jay and this felt like hell.

“Hmm... You know y/n, I actually met Sunghoon’s secretary" He made his way towards you, making you gulp in fear.

“And he said that Sunghoon couldn’t make it to the party” Jay’s face was now dangerously close to yours.

“Sir- I’m s- sor-"

“Save it” He said as he walked away.

Jay watched you wiping your tears and getting into the cab from his balcony. He regretted scolding you and scaring you like that, but when you lied he got angry, and- hurt. He hated when people lied to him, and he hated how Heeseung could make you laugh but Jay only made you cry.

You thought of him as a boss… nothing more. Jealousy and hurt, that's what he was feeling.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You disappointed him. You're nothing but a disappointment. Why did you have to lie like that? This was the first party you actually enjoyed and now it’s ruined. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone beeping.

“Hey!” It was a text from Heeseung.

You replied back with a ‘Hey’

‘It was nice meeting you tonight, I don’t want it to end’ he texts with a crying emoji.

You text back with a laughing emoji.

Heeseung sends you his location with a text saying-

“Wanna come over?”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Heeseung aggressively made you sit on his lap, as you ran your fingers through his hair. His lips latch on to yours, kissing you like a starved animal. His hands get to work by undressing you. He grabbed your ass, making you moan in pleasure.

“You like that?” He smirked against your swollen lips.

You removed his clothes and sucked on his neck, the both of you now a moaning mess. Heeseung carried you and bent you over a table, and without a warning, he pushed his tip inside.

“All this wetness for me?” he bends you over and speaks into your right ear.

“Ah- deeper Hee, go deeper” you moaned desperately.

“So needy for me" he kissed your ear.

Heeseung forced his entire length in to your cunt and starts fucking you at the speed of light. He holds both your hands in place making you cum before him.

“Oh my- Oh my god Heesung!” you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck- your so tight, give me another one” He said as he picked up his pace once more.

“I’m going to breed you good Y/n" Heeseung whispered in your ear.

The both of you moan hysterically as Heeseung emptied his hot liquids into you. He helped you up and made you sit on the table, leaning in to kiss your lips.

“Ready for round two?” he smirked.

You moved a strand of his sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in closer.

“Yes sir” you let out.

Jay shot up out of bed. This was his first wet dream- but it was of you and Heeseung. Jay wanted to punch Heeseung in the face. Out of pure rage he threw his pillow to the floor and screamed into the sheets of his bed.

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40 Weeks

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw (Rooster) x pregnant!reader

warnings: non graphic sex mention, language

word count: 3,500 (sorry y'all)

summary: The 40 weeks of your pregnancy.

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Week One

You woke and found yourself tucked into Bradley’s body, your head against his chest and hand lying over his body to settle on his shoulder. His arm was draped around you, his fingers tracing aimless shapes on your bare back. You felt your heart sink as you remembered what day it was. Bradley was being deployed today. He was going to be gone for nine months. You snuggled further into his arms, as if the closeness would keep him from leaving.

“Good morning, honey.” His voice was rough from sleep.

“Good morning, handsome,” you said, turning your head to press a kiss to his chest. Bradley hummed affectionately and craned his neck to kiss the top of your head.

“Sleep alright?” He asked.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. “You?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna miss having you next to me.” Your grip on his shoulder tightened. You wanted to beg him to stay. To find a job where you didn’t have to worry about him coming home and never leave you again. But you couldn’t do that to him. He had a hard enough time leaving. You didn’t need to make it harder on him.

“I know you don’t want me to go,” Bradley said. You sighed.

“Let’s not think about it,” you said. You climbed on top of him so you were straddling his hips and laid down to kiss his neck.

“Didn’t get enough last night?”

“Have to stock up,” you said as you moved your lips up to his jaw. “Won’t be able to have you for a while.”

“You’ll always have me,” he said tenderly before flipping you onto your back and caging you beneath him with his arms. You spent the next hour indulging each other in every pleasure you could bring each other, trying to show each other just how much you would miss each other.

The drive to the base was quiet. Bradley placed his hand on your thigh as he pulled out of your driveway. His hand was warm against your skin. You interlaced your fingers with his after a few minutes, giving his hand a squeeze.

You got to the airstrip and the time to say goodbye had come. Bradley wrapped one arm around your waist and the other pulled your head into his neck, tangling his fingers into your hair. Your hands found their way to his uniform, grasping the fabric over his chest and pulling him as close as you could.

“I love you, baby. Remember that while I’m gone,” he called. “I love you so goddamn much.” You nodded against his neck.

“I love you too.” You were sure Bradley could feel your tears against his neck. He kissed your temple.

“It’s only nine months,” he said. “I’ll be back before you know it.” You chuckled.

“Only,” you repeated. “I spend all my time missing you whenever you leave.”

“I know, honey,” he sighed. “I do too.” Bradley’s captain called over to him, letting him know they had to leave. Bradley looked down at you and crashed his lips into yours. His tongue pushed into your mouth, sliding against your own. He pulled away after a minute but you leaned up to steal another quick peck.

“I love you,” he said again.

“You better not be late when you come home, Lieutenant. That’s an order,” you told him. Bradley smiled and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Yes ma’am,” he said before kissing you once more. You waved to him as he stepped onto the carrier plane. You stayed until the plane had disappeared in the distance, wanting to stay as close to him as you could for as long as you could.

Week Seven

You were late. And you were never late. On your way home from work you stopped at a mini mart. When you got home you made a mad dash to the bathroom.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub. You had placed the pregnancy test on top of the toilet tank where it could lay flat and you couldn’t see it. You stared at the timer on your phone, silently counting down to a life changing moment.

Suddenly the timer went off. Your heart flew into the air like you hit the drop in a roller coaster. You opened your eyes and looked at the pregnancy test, sitting stoically atop the toilet tank. You lifted your hand slightly, but retracted it after a moment. You took a deep breath, summoning all your bravery and grabbed the piece of plastic, bringing it into your line of vision.

The thing in your hand was ordinary. Thousands had to be made, boxed, and sold every day, if not more. And yet you had never seen something so extraordinary before. The thin piece of plastic displayed a small red cross that confirmed your recent suspicions. You were pregnant. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you couldn’t wipe the grin from your face. You had to tell Bradley.

Bradley.

You couldn’t tell Bradley. They only got mail on the carrier about once a month. You teared up as you realized you’d be alone for your entire pregnancy. He might not even be there when the child was born. You started crying, pulling your knees up to your chest and tucking your head between them.

There was a knock on your back door, but you didn’t hear.

“Y/N? You here?” Penny called. She ducked her head into the kitchen but found it empty. She was about to leave when she heard sniffling coming from the bathroom that sent her walking down the hallway where she found you sitting on your bathroom floor with your fist wrapped around a pregnancy test.

“What’s wrong?” Penny asked. She sat beside you. You held out the pregnancy test and showed her the result. Penny gave you a questioning look. She knew that you and Bradley had been wanting kids.

“He’s not here!” You cried. “I’m going to be alone the whole time!” Penny wrapped her arm around you and pulled you into her body.

“You’re not going to be alone,” she said. You sobbed, unable to hold it in. But she was right. You wouldn’t be alone. Penny was there and Maverick was an instructor now. Despite knowing this you couldn’t help the misery you were feeling. You wanted Bradley desperately. You wished it was his arm around you and not Penny’s. You wished that he would have been there with you when you saw the result. You wished that this moment of pure happiness hadn’t been stained by the fact that your husband was thousands of miles away.

Week Twelve

Bradley landed his jet on the carrier he’d spent the last three months on. He had a smile on his face as he landed. The mail was meant to come in today and you always wrote him every day. There was going to be a stack of letters waiting for him in his bunk. He checked in with his Captain and as soon as he’d been dismissed he sped off to his room.

When he got there he was pleased to find the expected stack of letters sitting on his bed. He sat down and began to untie the string binding them together. There was one envelope that was different from the rest. Usually you would send your letters in standard business envelopes, but this one was more square and it was made of blue paper. He decided to open it first. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a card with the words ‘Happy Father’s Day’ plastered across it. His heart leapt and he tore the card open to see if it would tell him what he hoped it was going to.

When Bradley opened the card a small photo fell out. He picked it up to find it was a black and white ultrasound picture. Tears pricked his eyes and he laughed in amazement. He looked down at the card. There was barely anything written, but there didn’t need to be.

I’m due October 6th.

Tears streamed out of his eyes and he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. Phoenix walked by his open door and saw him crying.

“You alright?” She called.

“Absolutely fantastic!” Bradley raised the picture to show her. “Y/N’s pregnant,” he said, the grin on his face completely immovable.

“Congratulations, Rooster,” Phoenix said.

“I’m gonna go beg communications to let me call her,” he said.

“Show ‘em the picture. They’ll let you call her,” Phoenix suggested. Bradley spent fifteen minutes begging the communications officer to let him use the satellite phone to call you. After Bradley promised to take over her cleaning duties for the next three months, the officer told him that he could have five minutes.

You woke up to your phone ringing. It was 4:27 in the morning. You answered it immediately. Bradley was the only person who could have been calling.

“Baby?” You asked, picking up the phone.

“It’s me, honey,” his voice called through the phone.

“Have you gotten your mail lately?” You asked.

“I just opened it,” he said. “I love you so much, honey. I can’t believe it.” You giggled.

“I don’t know the sex yet,” you told him

“That doesn’t matter. We’ll love that kid no matter what,” he said. “God, I love you so much. I wish I was there with you.”

“Me too,” you said softly. You didn’t want to start crying. You didn’t want Bradley to worry. “I miss you.”

“How are you doing? Do you have morning sickness or anything?” Bradley asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “I just started having weird cravings too. Last night I ate garlic bread and tacos for dinner.”

“I want a picture of you with your bump,” he told you. “I want to put it up on my wall with the ultrasound picture.“

“There’s no bump yet. Our baby’s still a little one,” you said.

“Well, you can send pictures of you now anyway. I never mind looking at you, honey.” Even thousands of miles away Bradley could still make your heart skip a beat.

“There’s a couple of polaroids in the other letters,” you said. “Don’t put those ones on the wall though.” Bradley grinned.

“You’re the perfect woman,” he said. The communications officer started signaling that Bradley had to hang up. He sighed but nodded. “Baby, I have to go, I’m sorry. But I love you so much and I can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you too, Lieutenant,” you said. “Come home safe. That’s an order.”

“Yes, ma’am. I promise.”

Week Twenty

“Do you want to know the sex?”

The question made your heart race. You were going to love your child no matter what. That was never in question. But you didn’t want a boy. You didn’t want a son who would think he should follow in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps. You didn’t want a son who you would have to worry about the same way you did your husband.

Logically you knew that a daughter could be just the same and that sex wasn’t gender. But you were scared and whether or not Bradley would admit to it, he was in the Navy because of his father. If you had a son, wouldn’t he want to be like his father too?

“Mrs. Bradshaw?” The doctor asked. You flicked your eyes up to meet the doctor’s eyes. You hesitated before nodding.

“Yes.” The doctor turned to her computer screen and clicked a few times before looking over at you with a smile.

“It’s a boy!” She told you. You forced a smile onto your lips.

“That’s great. Thank you,” you said. You felt like the walls were collapsing around you. You stood and hurried towards the door.

“Oh, Mrs. Bradshaw, there’s actually a few more–” The doctor was cut off as the door closed behind you. You made it out to the waiting room where Penny was sitting. You felt like there was a belt tightening around your lungs.

“Hey, Y/N–Are you okay?” Penny asked as she saw you, rising from her chair to meet you. Her eyes ran over your body searching for what the cause of your panic was.

“It’s a boy, Penny,” you said quietly. Penny’s concern turned to a solemn face of understanding. She had the same fears that you did when she was pregnant. She remembered being wildly grateful when she found out she was having a daughter and not a son.

“It’s gonna be okay, y/n,” Penny told you. You felt your breathing quicken and you couldn’t be sure, but you might have fallen to your knees. Your mind was falling to pieces, and you could only manage one clear thought.

“I need Bradley.”

Week Twenty-Three

Maverick walked into the back door of Penny’s house where she was quietly making dinner. She turned around to see him leaning against her counter. He had his usual boyish smile plastered across his face.

“Oh good, I have something to talk to you about,” Penny said as soon as she saw him. His smile dropped.

“Damn it,” he muttered. Penny chuckled.

“It’s not about us,” she said.

“What is it?” Penny put down the towel in her hand and looked Maverick straight in the eye.

“You need to get Bradshaw dismissed early,” Penny said. Maverick raised an eyebrow.

“Why would I do that?” Maverick asked. “He doesn’t want to come home.”

“He would if he could see y/n,” Penny said shortly.

“Penny…” Maverick started to protest.

“She needs him, Mav. I know he cares about the Navy, but he cares about her more,” Penny said.

“He stopped talking to me when I pulled his papers,” Maverick said.

“Then tell him about it before you do it, Mav,” Penny replied. “Just promise you’ll do something about it. I’m worried about her.”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”

Week Twenty-Five

Bradley missed you. He felt like he was missing out on so much of his child’s life and his child still wasn’t born. He had been going crazy without being able to know how you really were. He had two more calls with you since you found out you were pregnant, and you were crying by the end of the call on both. He was worried.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw?” A communications petty officer called to him. He was sitting in the mess hall munching on the bland dinner they’d been given.

“Yes?” Bradley asked.

“You have a video call from Captain Pete Mitchell in the Comms Center,” the petty officer informed him. Bradley screwed his eyebrows together. This had to be about you. Bradley stood at once, abandoning his tray as he rushed towards the Comms Center. He pushed open the door to see Maverick’s face on the video screen.

“Rooster,” Maverick said as Bradley stepped into view. “It’s good to see you.”

“What’s going on, Mav?” Bradley asked, he didn’t want to waste any time. Maverick sighed.

“Y/N’s not doing well. Penny’s worried. Says y/n needs you,” Maverick said. Bradley’s expression fell as he thought about you struggling through your pregnancy without him.

“What’d you call for?” Maverick wouldn’t be calling just to tell him how bad you were doing. Maverick wouldn’t burden Bradley with that information for no reason. There was something that could be done, some way he could help.

“I can get you dismissed and brought home early, but I wanted to know if that’s what you wanted.” Maverick spoke cautiously. “I didn’t want you to think this was me trying to prevent you from succeeding.” Bradley gave Maverick a nod. He had made his peace with Maverick since the ‘pulling papers’ incident. All he cared about at any moment was you.

“She needs me, Mav. Bring me home.”

Week Thirty

Bradley walked up to the door of your house. The car was in the driveway, so you were home. He opened the door and walked towards the kitchen, placing his bag on the floor. He quietly walked to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Hey, honey,” Bradley’s smooth voice called. You spun around as fast as you could to find your husband in front of you. Bradley grinned as he saw the bump your stomach had developed.

“Bradley!” You cried. You sprang across the distance between you throwing your arms around Bradley’s midsection. He almost fell backwards as he caught you in his arms. He chuckled lightly. You started sobbing immediately, tears falling onto his neck as he held you. “You’re home!”

“I got dismissed early,” Bradley said as he stroked your hair. “I missed you so goddamn much.” Your hands ran over every inch of his body, trying to make sure he was real.

“I missed you too,” you said through your tears. You pulled away to kiss Bradley, making a passionate attempt to fit the last seven and a half months of missed kisses all in one. He released you with one arm to reach down to your belly and rub his hand over your bump.

“Look at you,” he said softly. “Making me a baby.”

“How did you get to come home early?” You asked. Bradley’s smile fell a little. He wasn’t sure how you would feel about what had happened. You caught the change in his expression with ease. “What is it?”

“Penny was worried about you. Mav pulled a few strings so that I could come home,” he told you.

“Oh, Bradley, I’m so sorry,” you started blubbering.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry, baby?” Bradley soothed. He reached up, one hand cupping your cheek, the other tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“The Navy is your life. I don’t want to ruin that for you,” you told him. He chuckled.

“My life is you. It’s this baby,” he said, reaching down to your belly once more. “If you need me, I’ll be there for you.”

Week Thirty-Three

The first two weeks of Bradley’s return had been bliss for the two of you. You had been able to fill him in on everything you couldn’t fit into your letters. He told you all the stories from his latest tour. You celebrated your anniversary, which had passed when he was gone. But something was bothering you. Bradley sat beside you as you sat on the bed with your feet up.

“How much longer before you tell me what's been bothering you?” He asked. You sighed.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me,” you said.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to be mad at you. Promise,” he said, crossing his heart. You took a deep breath.

“ImnervousaboutushavingaboybecausehewillwanttobelikeyouandthenjointhenavyandthenIcouldloseyouandhim.” Your words pushed together from how fast you spoke. Bradley chuckled. He scooted closer and wrapped his arm around you.

“Baby,” he cooed. “I saw what I did to my mother when I joined the Navy. We’re going to raise a son who won’t want to hurt his mother and I’ll be sure to tell him just how much I hurt my mom if he tries to join.” He kissed your forehead.

“I don’t want to stop our son from doing what he wants, but I don’t think I can handle it if both of you are in danger.”

“I only flew twice while I was deployed. Spent the rest of the time on the carrier,” he told you. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not my point,” you said. Bradley tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“We’ve got over eighteen years before we’ll have to deal with that problem, and I’m not going to encourage my son to join. I don’t want to lose him either,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I don’t want you to quit or anything. I just worry,” you said.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry I make you worry. But it’s all going to be okay.” You grimaced. “Stop worrying. That’s an order,” Bradley called. You smiled.

“Yes, sir.”

Week Forty

It had been a painful day but at 6:26 your son Nick Bradshaw Jr. was born. Bradley was lying on your bed next to you. You had your head against his shoulder while he held your son in his arms. Bradley pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead.

“Hey, buddy,” Bradley whispered. “I love you so much. You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna protect you until the day I die. The same way I do your mom.” You hummed happily.

“He looks like you,” you said.

“He’s like two hours old,” Bradley chuckled.

“I’ve seen your baby pictures,” you said. “You have the same nose and eyes.” You lifted your hand and let your son wrap his tiny hand around your finger.

“Maybe our daughter will look like you,” Bradley said.

“Relax, dad. My body needs a reset before she comes.” Bradley grinned.

“But she will be here some day?” He asked.

“Obviously. You think I want to be outnumbered in my own house?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley said. “I think he’s gonna be a mama’s boy.”

“No,” you said. “He’s got the best dad in the world. He’ll want to be just like you.”

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soccer-love · 10 months

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Baby girl

Merle Frohms x reader

“Then let's start then.” our trainer Tommy says and I feel like I just woke up as I get up from my place in the looker room.

Even during the time he explained what we will do in todays session, I almost feel asleep.

I follow Feli outside and we start doing our warm ups.

Normally I am one of the last ones to get off the field but this time I cant wait until the session is over and I can go.

Usually we have about 60 to 90 minutes of training, depending on the weather and if we have games the day after or before, but after 40 minutes it starts raining so Tommy stops the training after about 55 minutes.

Everyone tries to get inside as quick as possible but I sit down at the floor and take a few deep breaths.

“Hey, Y/N are you okay?” I hear someone saying and Merle comes up behind me, handing me her water bottle.

“Yeah I am just tired.” I say and take a sip before giving it back, Merle offers me a hand and helps me to get up.

“Did I hurt you with that last action?” she asks and I shake my head, we where doing a little game during the last minutes and Merle accidentally tackled me down while trying to get the ball.

“No, I am okay really.” I say and we enter the locker room, I take a shower and almost fall asleep again while standing underneath the hot stream.

Everyone was dirty form the training in the rain and looks a little bit tired but I am probably the badest looking person right now.

I look like a zombie.

It takes me what feels like eternity, to put on my cloths and I barley cant keep my eyes open.

At the exit I walk into Merle, she smiles at me, before looking outside where it's still raining.

“Can I give you a ride?” she asks, knowing that I normally ride my bike here.

“Uh sure.” I answer and we run over to her car.

It’s not a long drive, but the sound of the rain against the windshield and the soft shaking of the car, makes me fall asleep even I try to fight against it.

“Y/N?” I feel someone softly shaking my arm and slowly open my eyes, I am still in the passengers seat but the rain stoped and we are standing outside my apartment building.

“Sorry, I...” I sit up and grab my bag from my feet but Merle holds me back.

“Hey, you know that I know you sine we startet playing in the U-17 together, and lately you are not at your usual best, you look tired like you haven't slept in a week.” she says, giving me a worried look.

“I am fine.”

“Seriously, I know you're not, what is up with you?”

I look down before taking a deep breath.

“You know my sister?” I ask and she nods.

“She lives with you, to support you with your baby, right?”

Five months ago, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Sophia. Her father was never really in the picture and my sister moved in with me so that I wouldn't have to give-up my career.

“Yeah but she moved back to Chicago where she works a couple of weeks ago, I have someone to watch over her and when I we have games my mom come here but...” I stop because I don't want to say anything bad about the person I love the most.

“the nights are hard, she normally needs to be feed two to three times and then she needs at least half an hour to fall back asleep and I think she really misses her aunt.”

Merle grabs my hand and smiles at me.

“I think I have an idea, how about I come by in like an hour, make you two some dinner, you can take a relaxing bath and then I stay the night to help you.”

“You...no you need to sleep-”

“Y/N, I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't want to do it.”

I know that there is no point in discussing with her, Merle is a really strong minded person and won't give up so easily.

“Okay.” I say and grab my back.

“See you later Y/N.”

“See ya.” I say goodbye as I get out of the car.

I have to nannys wich take turns to watch over Sophia during the day and sometimes for the evenings. Sometimes I feel really bad about it that I leave my baby alone this much but I’m not ready to retire yet.

I cuddle a little bit with my daughter and fall asleep for a couple of minutes before I clean the living room a little bit up.

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“Welcome back.” I say as Merle comes back, a bag with stuff in her hand.

“Good evening to you too.” she answers laughing, following me inside.

She notices Sophia laying on her favorite blanked on the floor next to the couch, a stuffed dolphin in her hand.

Like almost everyone Merle met my little girl many times, she was actually the first one to visit me after I gave birth.

“Hey there, how are you sweetie?” she talks to Sophia sitting down next to her.

“Can I?” she asks, reaching her hands out to Sophia, wanting my permission to pick her up.

“Of curse.” I say and she takes her in her arms, smiling down at her.

I feel my heart beating a little bit faster and I don't know if it's because of Sophia or Merle or both of them together.

“So little one are you more a spaghetti and meatballs girl or a spaghetti bolognese girl?” she asks before looking up at me.

“Definitiv a spaghetti bolognese girl.” I answer and Merle laughs, she grabs her bag with one hand and walks into the kitchen.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“You can take this beautiful girl from me because I eat her up, she's just so cute and maybe set up the table, I’ll do the rest.” Merle demands and I nod, taking Sophia from her.

I set the table and then just watch Merle cooking, getting lost in my thoughts.

The way she cooks is the same way she plays soccer.

With passion and love.

I cant help but stare at her hands, watching them cutting onions and stir in the pot with the sauce.

These hands are thousands maybe millions of dollars worth.

And then I realize how lucky I am,

One of the best goalkeepers in the world, is standing in my kitchen.

Sometimes I have these moments where I realize that I am surrounded by stars, that my friends are famous.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say that no one knows me but I am defiantly not as known as they are.

My mom is German and my Dad Norwegian, I grew up in Oslo and also play for the Norwegian National Team and many people in my home country know us.

I look down at Sophia who is still laying in my arms, looking at Merle completely stunned.

And I really understand her, Merle is so extremely beautiful and she just has this vibe that you have to love her.

“I think dinner is ready.” Merle says and looks over to us.

She fills our plates and brings them over while I sit down, with holding almost asleep Sophia in my left arm.

“You now I think you are really strong for being a professional soccer player and raising a child at the same time.” she says as I take the first bite of the food.

“Wow, this is so good.” she laughs and I think I just feel a little in love with this pasta.

“And thanks but I didn't really have a choice, don't get me wrong I love my little girl to pieces but I was definitely not ready to give up my career.” I explain and Merle nods.

We eat our dinner and after that Merle practically forces me to go and take a relaxing bath while she takes care of Sophia.

“You know that you just could tell me that I smell.” I joke, making Merle roll her eyes.

“Believe me you smell wonderful.” she says pushing me towards the bathroom.

To be honest it is really great not to have to worry about doing the dishes after dinner or that I have to put Sophia to bed.

After the bath I get dressed in some shorts and one of my VFL shirts and when I exit the bathroom, the living room and kitchen is empty and I see a small light coming from my bedroom.

I walk over and see Sophia laying in her bed that is next to mine and also open to this side so I have easy access to her during the night and she doesn't feel like being speratet from me.

Sophia is laying on her side, holding onto the collar of Merles shirt with her tiny hands. While Merle is fast asleep next to her, wearing the same shirt that I have, she must have got changed while I was laying in the bathtub.

I grab a blanket from my dresser and softy place it over her, she looks so peaceful while sleeping.

As quiet as possible I lay down next to her and pull another blanked over myself before turning of the lights.

Sunlight is falling over us as I wake up again, I must have turned around in my sleep and I a arm over me, only then I realize that there is a body behind me, really really close to mine.

I smile against the wall and feel Merle pulling me closer, her warm breath hits my neck and I think I feel safer than I ever did before.

As I wake up again, she is gone but as I turn around I see her standing next to the bed, Sophia in her arms as she is feeding her with a bottle.

“Look who is awake.” Merle says and I smile at them.

“I didn’t even hear her crying.” I sit up and undo my hair tie, letting them fall over my shoulders,

“Oh she wasn't, she slept through the night and when I woke up earlier she was just a little whine so I got up and made her a bottle.”

“I cant believe it.” I say and look at my daughter.

“Last night you woke me up four times and now you just learned to sleep the whole night.” I add and Merle laughs.

“Maybe she was relaxed because she felt that you are.”

I node and get up, kissing Sophia on the cheek and I almost kiss Merle too but I can hold my self back.

We have breakfast together and spend the morning together before Merle has to leave because of goalie training.

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After this night, it becomes a habit that she comes over almost every day. Sometimes she even stays for the night, sleeping with my in my bed, but since Sophia started sleeping through the nights I am also more awake during the day.

Often we end up cuddled together in the morning and I feel myself falling over her more every day.

I mean I already had a small crush on her but now I really know that it is more than that.

She makes me feel safe and her arms feel like home to me.

We always were roommates for our away games but since she's staying at my apartment more often it kind of feels different.

Even there we wake up close together and I don't know if I am imagining it but I feel like there is sometimes this tension between us, like when we are sitting close together on our beds, or when we are doing weight lifting together.

But I am not sure if it is really there.

And I don't want to talk about it with her because I don't want to loose her, it would break my heart and probably Sophias too.

I love the way she acts with my daughter, she is just so kind hearted and a real angel.

Oh fuck i am so damn in love with her....

#dfbfrauenteam x reader #dfbfrauen #dfbfrauenteam #merle frohms x reader #merle frohms #vfl wolfsburg women #vfl Wolfsburg frauen x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #lgbtq #love is love

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liaarxse · 11 months

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could u headcannons of what the tr characters would do if y/n did this trend with ken, nahoya, chifuyy, baji, kazutora?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8131oTm/

(basically y/n walks away from them whenever they get close)

Nah, cuz it's 2am, and I'm cackling like a madman omfg this is amazing

<3 Here you go, anon:

Headcanons

How would TR characters react to you moving away from them

Characters: Ryuguji Ken, Nahoya Kawata, Matsuno Chifuyu, Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: none

A/n: I literally have 40 history lessons to revise in 2 days, and I've gotten nowhere

Ryuguji Ken

Not this shit again

Draken is tired of your games

He had to deal with Toman, some punks, MIKEY and now you?

Kill him

Oops already happened

But he did this to himself

A few days ago he "accidentally" ruined one of your favourite dresses with motor oil and only said sorry

So sorry not sorry Dora

"Hey, Y/n? Want a glass of water?"

"Sure."

Perfect timing

He walked towards you to give you the water

You walked away

....

He took 3 steps forward

You took 3 steps backwards

Again

3 steps forward

3 steps backwards

You made 5 full circles around the couch at this point

"Not this shit again"

He went to sit down because man's tired of this

You felt bad and went to him

He turned to you before he sat down

"What?"

"Sorry, c'mere"

He went to hug you

You took a step back

BITCH

LMAOOOOO

Give him a hug pls

You did ofc

Until you could

I'm not sorry

Y'all spent the night just cuddling and talking about how annoying(ly hot) Mikey is

The next morning you did the prank again

He went back to sleep (and never woke up)

Nahoya Kawata

Who made you do this?

You lost your marbles?

LAST PERSON to do this prank on

But you still did

Stupid

Y'all were just chilling at a park

The sun was setting, giving the landscape a pretty peachy-golden tint

It reminded you of your boyfriend who was chasing squirrels behind you

Yeah, you pretended not to know him

He got tired and went to sit next to you

"What'cha starring at, babe?"

"The sun?"

"Ok"

He left to chase a squirrel that he claimed to look like you

Back to not knowing that person

It was getting pretty late, so you gathered y'alls stuff and got up to leave

He was carrying a dead squirrel in his hands

"Babe, look! I caught your doppelganger!"

"Oh, that's nice baby– MOTHER OF GOD–"

You didn't have a choice that fucker started chasing you with it

He lied that he threw it away

He didn't

Half way towards your house he fished it out of his pocket and shoved it in your face

You screamed and took like a fucking backflip backwards

He slowly walked towards you with his iconic grin obv

"Nahoya, no."

"Nahoya, yes."

"I'm gonna break up with you."

"I'll shove this up your ass while you sleep."

Y'all didn't break up ofc

That continued up until like 3 blocks to your house before he threw it inside a house through an opened window

The night at least ended peacefully

You had a nightmare where he did shove it in your ass

Matsuno Chifuyu

Why?

Like why?

Just why?

This happened while you were at a Toman fight

You got a call from Hina that your boyfriend got hurt

So you skiddadled to the place very quickly since you lived like 7 minutes away

It took you 30

When you got there, the fight had already ended

Your boyfriend noticed you and ran with an opened arm since his other was a tad bit injured

You took a step back

🤨

"Hey babe."

"Why did you do that?"

"Did what?"

He took another step towards you

You took a step backwards

He frowned

"Is it because my uniform is blooded? Wait, gimme a sec"

He took his top off

OOOOOHHH LAWDDDD HAVE MERCEYYYYYYYYY

THEM SCRUMPTIOUS ABS

bite bite

Lmao, who were you kidding

Get em tits

And you did baby gorl

Don't do this to him again though

Keisuke Baji

He just got back

And guess what

Another stray kitty was brought home

You lost count of how many Baji Jr. and Y/n Jr. cats you had

You smiled anyway since it's a kitty after all

"Yo bae, can you please fetch me some kitty clothes to dress up Y/n Jr.?

Ah this time it was you turn

You did of course

And when he walked over to you to grab the clothes

You saw something jump

Then again

And it hit you

Flees

You threw the clothes in his face and ran back

"What the hell?"

"Stay back."

"Why?"

He started walking towards you

You screamed

He was confused af still walking towards you

And you were walking back

This continued for like 7 minutes before you entered the kitchen

You grabbed bug spray

And sprayed him with it

He died

Jkjkjk

He was mad though

Ah, it's fine. You took care of it and cuddled with all 61 cats

Then you saw it again

You jumped out of the window

He jumped after you

Lmao you got flees too

Kazutora Hanemiya

This time, there was no specific reason

You were just watching tiktok with him, laying on your chest, trying to sleep

But he couldn't

This was Mikeys fault

"My wheenie needs to take a whee-whee."

"The mental hospital is 10 minutes away."

He got up and went to the bathroom

Then you landed upon the tiktok

Now this, this is perfection

He came back after like, 2 minutes

He crawled back in bed

You got up

"Huh?"

"What?"

He sat on the edge where you stood

You walked away

He walked towards you

"What are you doing?'

"What are YOU doing?"

You barely kept your laugh in when you noticed his face

"This is Mikeys fault isn't it."

"Tora no–"

You did like 6 circles around the room

You got bored with just staying in it and went to the door

He got in front of you and locked it

You stumbled back into the bed

"Baby...~"

HE SAID IT IN HIS HOT DADDY ENGLISH VOICE UGH

Oh-oh guess who's weenie has to take a wee-wee now

Lmao this surely will 'rearrange your guts'

If you know what I mean

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When the World Went to Shit (Joel x Reader) Chapter 8!

Joel Miller x FEM! Reader

A/N: this is a SPOILER WARNING, this contains spoilers from the series in general.

A/N: I am so sorry for the almost 1 year delay on this chapter life has been insane. If you want more details go to my Archive to see.

(All my other links to my masterlist and archive)

WARNINGS: Canon level of violence, swears, Joel is sad, talks of grief, PTSD, brief mentions of gore, Eventual Smut, pining (on both ends), grumpy idiots in love, reader is in her late 30's to early to mid 40's. Major character deaths. DISCLAIMER NO CHARACTERS/GIFS/PICS USED ARE MINE.

Summary: 20 years later after the world went to shit you, Joel, and Tess have to take 14 year old Ellie to the Firefly base outside of Boston QZ. What was supposed to be a simple plan turned into something much more complicated.

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It wasn’t long until Joel woke you up, you couldn’t have been asleep for longer than 30 minutes before you felt Joel’s hand gently nudge you awake.

“Gotta go Doc,” you hear him say as you blink the blurriness away, “Trucks have stopped moving and we’re losing daylight.” With a grunt you accept his hand as he pulls you to your feet, ignoring the initial dizziness to suddenly being upright. Joel is generous enough to help you regain balance until he was sure you wouldn’t fall over, you tried to ignore how warm and worn his hands were, and how they seemed to fit perfectly within yours.

“Just hold on to my hand,” Joel says, his eyes not leaving yours, “and try not to fall behind.” you simply nod as your hand remained in his, not finding it in you to fight him on this. His bare palm was warm and rough against yours, now your hands weren’t soft by any means, but his were different. His had been rough for years, even before the outbreak from the army and hard work, however they felt safe to you, and that scared you more than you thought it would.

“Alright,” you hear Joel say, “let’s go.” and with that you hurried out the door, his one hand gripping yours firmly while the other held onto the gun, ready to shoot if necessary. You three made it across the street and into a dimly lit alley, one that you probably would’ve avoided twenty years ago. It was there that Joel slowed down from a run to a brisk walk, and began looking around for what you assumed to be a door or window to climb through. It wasn’t long until you found one, the wall covered with graffiti and one door next to a vent. “Here,” Joel quietly pointed, as he rushed you and Ellie to the door. You let his hand go and leaned against the wall instead as he tried to open the door. You watched as Joel struggled with opening the door, fuck, it’s locked. You looked at the vent, it wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t too terribly small but neither you or Joel would be able to fit through there. A small sneeze alerted you to Ellie, who just stood there watching Joel get more and more violent with the door. You looked at Ellie for a bit, she was on the short and smaller side of fourteen; then you looked at the vent. Ellie was too short to reach it by herself but if you and Joel lifted her up then she could probably easily go through it. The only problem you could think of was that you didn’t know what was inside. There could be a clicker in there for all you knew or worse, other people. But as you look over to Joel who had made no progress with the door, you resigned yourself to the fact that there was no other choice.

“Ellie,” you called over to her, you saw the young girl look at you and walk to your side. You pointed to the vent above you, “do you think you can fit in there and unlock the door?”

“Yeah,” Ellie said with no hesitance, “but I’ll need a boost.”

“Joel,” you call out for him, you see the peppered haired man stop before turning his attention to you, “I’m gonna need help boosting her up.” you see his face scrunch up in confusion at first before finally getting the picture.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“There’s no other option,” you said, “she’ll be alright.” You hoped you sounded convincing, for the most part you were sure that she would be alright, Ellie was tougher than she looks. You knew that. Still though, you couldn’t help but worry a small amount, despite her loud mouth and the corny pun jokes that made even your eyes roll you’ve come to care about her (at least a little).

Joel gave you one more look around to see if there was another way before sighing and walking towards where you and Ellie stood. “You’re sure you can help lift her?” He asked.

“I’m a kid,” Ellie sasses, “not an elephant.”

You swear you hear him say something under his breath before he gets on one side of Ellie and you on the other. He grabs her one foot and you the other as you both lift her up to the small opening, she was lighter than you anticipated. Once through the opening you see Ellie crawl before a silent thunk.

“Ok,” you hear her say on the other side of the wall, “I’m in, I’m going to take a look around first.”

“Ellie,” Joel says, you don’t take your eyes off the opening but you can imagine the look he has on his face right now. The big brown sad look he gets in his eyes every time he’s worried, his knuckles turning white slightly from gripping the handle of his gun a little too tight in case he needs to use it immediately. It’s a thing you’re catching him doing more and more often. Suddenly you both hear a clanking sound from the door, as you take a few steps in that direction you hear him mutter a few curses before it opens to reveal Ellie, no worse for wear.

“Where would you be without me?” Ellie smiles cheekily, you pretend not to see how Joel’s broad shoulders sag a little before moving past her.

“By now Wyoming.”

You chuckled a little before ruffling up her hair before moving past her, “you walked right into that one kiddo.” You hear her mutter something under her breath, not too unlike the man ahead of you before letting the door shut. The noise echoing slightly in what appears to be an abandoned garage beneath the building or perhaps this is where the maintenance workers worked you weren’t quite sure about it other than it had surely been ransacked and abandoned. You were not likely to find anything of use like food or ammo, something you were sure you were running low on by now considering all of your supplies were destroyed during the crash.

You three make your way to what seemed the only door leading to the way out, B3-42 No Roof Access.

“All right,” You hear Joel say beside you, “We’ll make our way up come morning, I’ll take a look at the city and find our way out.” the door creaked as it opened and a sense of dread filled you as you realized what you had to do.

Fuck this.

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Joel POV.

His chest burns as it seems as Joel struggles to get enough air, everything hurts, even the places he had no idea could hurt. It didn’t seem like you were doing much better, you were struggling for air like him but at least it didn’t seem like your head hurt…just everything else. Fuck, how many floor had they made it up, 33? When did he get so old that climbing 33 floors feels akin to 200? He looks over to the smaller girl who, while being out of breath, didn’t look like it had winded her like you and him. It was slightly irritating, on a multitude of fronts none of which he would ever admit to. His back slid against the wall as he prays that he doesn’t have a heart attack before getting Ellie out of the city at least. He looks over at you, sitting against the wall half bent. You were breathing out before leaning back and breathing in and repeating. At first he had no idea what you were doing, and he knew that if he wasn’t so exhausted he would have had to force himself to look away from the sliver of cleavage that you bending down exposed or the sweat that made you glow somehow even in the darkness.

“Doing this helps,” you say to him, looking over at him. “Exhaling while down helps get all the air out and inhaling while sitting up opens them back up.” he must have given you a look because you then added, “it was something I picked up while studying to be a nurse,” your eyes got a strange look while a sad smile graced your features, “it came in handy a lot when…when I went jogging before the outbreak.” He doesn’t know what you're thinking most of the time, something equal parts frustrating and intriguing…what he wouldn’t give right now to know.

“Thirty three floors,” Ellie remarks, still standing, barely a drop of sweat on her, “that’s good.”

Joel and you shared a look, one that clearly said.

Damn youth.

“It’s gonna have to be,” you said, voice still breathy, “otherwise you’re gonna have to drag Joel and I up the rest of the way.” He sees Ellie make a face, if it wasn’t for the burning in his lungs he probably would’ve smiled. After a few more minutes of breathing he sees Ellie reach out a hand to him.

“C’mon” she says and at this point he is pretty sure he would rather a clicker bite him than get up.

“Gimme a minute” he breathed, his legs still aching he was almost certain that if he stood up right now his knees would give out.

“Get up, you lazy ass.”

He looked at her for a minute, silently he wondered if she had a death wish, before accepting the helping hand. He could feel the creaking and cracking of his joints as he stood upright again.

“Lazy ass” he groaned, turning to his right to see if you needed any help. Upon seeing that you’ve more or less recovered he walked past Ellie and continued. “I’m fifty-six years old, you little shit.” He hears Ellie laugh a little, he was willing to bet that if he turned his head around he would see you mocking him, and if he wasn’t so tired and ready to lay down and sleep for a couple of hours he would’ve.

It wasn’t long until they came across a glass door, one easily broken by force. One swift hit from the but of his shotgun and it shattered, at least, it shattered enough for him to reach the handle without cutting himself on the jagged edges of what remained. He entered first, in case there was danger it would hit him first instead of you or Ellie; but after it was clear that there was nothing dangerous between the four walls of what appeared to be the living room of an abandoned apartment he felt a certain stiffness in his shoulders ease a little. While looking around he took a moment, just one…just to look at you. It was clear now that whatever affects the head injury caused had subsided, however, even after reassuring himself that you were fine he couldn’t find the will to look away from you. His eyes studied the way your hair swayed as you moved around, he didn’t care about the gray streaks–in fact he found each wrinkle, each sign of aging to be beautiful on you. You wore it well, age complimented you. He wondered, though, if things were different–if there were no such things as clickers or if the cordyceps never evolved, if he would still think the same way; or if he would think of you at all.

“What now?”

He blinked and turned his gaze away from you, he must be more tired than he thought. Lack of sleep can really mess with someone's head, Joel thought.

“We will stay here for a couple of hours,” he said, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. “I’m going to scout out the rest of the apartment ... .it's a long shot but maybe there’s some supplies, see what you can find here."He was about to leave the room when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to look at you, you who always seemed to study him as if you haven’t known each other most of your lives.

“You should rest,” you said, “I’ll go ahead and look around, and before you argue I’m feeling better so don’t worry about me.” and with that you walked away, no room for arguments. He grumbled something intelligible even to himself when he heard you from the other room. “Go ahead and set up camp if you’re so antsy! “ it was amazing how you could tell exactly what he was doing without having to even look at him. He grumbled something else before gathering the cushions off of chairs and sofas, making makeshift beds on the floor, dust circling around them before settling back down onto the ground. There wasn’t much in terms of blankets other than what they had on their backs, but all in all they’ve slept in worse conditions before. Or at least, you and Joel had, to be completely honest, despite all of her talking Joel still knew next to nothing about the young girl that he was protecting. He knew she liked video games, and music, but most of all she seemed to like puns. Joel knew Ellie talked a lot and despite the million words per second that seemed to escape her, but how much of that was her saying something. He had some idea of what life was like for her back in the QZ, she obviously had a friend, but figuring by the way of her not saying much the friendship didn’t end well. With the current youth growing up in the midst of this futile war, they’re more violent (feral, really), they’ve got bigger mouths and moral compasses all askew, though he really couldn’t think of one person whose moral compass had never strayed from the straight and narrow even once since the outbreak.

There’s really only enough cushions to make two beds on the ground, realistically one of them would have to sleep upright in the chair. Joel groaned as he could already feel the crick in his neck forming at the thought. But it would be better if it was him with the crick in his neck than you.

You were taking your time scouting out the rest of the apartment, or maybe it just felt that way to him, maybe you’ve only been gone for a few minutes but it felt longer to him. Everytime you’re out of his sight it feels like you’re a million miles away even though he knows otherwise. It was odd, this hold that you had on him, it hadn’t been there before, or at least he thinks it hadn’t. A lot has changed since leaving the QZ, you both weren’t exactly the same people you were when this job started, or maybe it just took this job to see what was always there? Joel wasn’t sure, and honestly, by the way his limbs ached as he gathered the bucket and grabbed pieces of shattered glass fragments he was too tired to think further on it.

He had just finished setting the alarm trap when you appeared from the other room.

“There were two cans of food and a blanket, other than that it seems like this place had already been scouted for supplies ages ago.” you placed the two cans of peas by Joel to open and handed Ellie the blanket while you assessed the camping site. He had just finished slicing the lid off of one of the cans when you turned to him.

“So where is everyone sleeping?” You asked, not wanting to overstep or assume.

“I’m sleeping right here on the chair while you and Ellie get the cushions.” Joel replied, handing the open can to you only to watch as you passed it to Ellie. That was the other thing about you that had never changed, even when the outbreak happened. You always thought of other people before yourself, sometimes Joel wished he could be more like that, other times he wished you were less like that. It would save him a lot of stress.

“That’s ridiculous,” you objected, “I don’t see why you have to get a crick in your neck while we can both just lay on one set of cushions together.” the knife slips from his hand a little before readjusting his grip.

“Someone’s gotta keep watch.” he excused, but already he could see your eyes practically roll themselves out of your skull.

“It’s cold out,” you said, “I gave Ellie a blanket cause I figured she probably wouldn’t want to be huddled together with either of us for warmth–”

“Good call.” Ellie agreed.

“And it’s not like you and I haven’t slept side by side before, or huddled together for warmth. You set up an alarm trap, it’ll wake all of us up in case someone tries to kill us before sunrise. So quit with the excuses, eat some dinner and get some sleep.”

There was nothing left to say, no more room for argument as you get the familiar stubborn look on your face that he’s learned to associate finality with. With a sigh he responded with the only thing he could, “Yes Ma’am.”

Dinner had been quiet save for the scraping of forks against the metal tin of the inside of the can. Joel had shared his with you while Ellie had a can of her own. Both of you were used to eating half portions, though if he was honest, he had only a few bites while he let you have the majority of the cans contents.

Soon enough all of you had laid down, the cushions were a little worse for wear, covered in years worth of dust and a little flat but it was better than nothing. No, it wasn’t the dust burning his eyes a little or the hardness of the floor that prevented him from sleeping. It was you, your back was to him but he could still feel you next to him, hear the gentle noise of your breathing and while you didn’t exactly smell like a bouquet of roses, you smelled faintly of sweat but the scent of the lavender and peppermint bar soap that you took from Bill and Frank’s still lingered. Joel fought back the urge to get closer to you, it was frustrating, he can’t recall the number of times he’s slept next to you and yet this was never an issue–well–he can’t really say that. There would be times when he would wake and find himself closer to you with your arm hanging loosely around his waist, he would pretend later on that those interactions never happened, or that he didn’t spend a good few minutes looking at you, watching your nose twitch occasionally and hearing your slow and steady breathing. Joel turned over until he was facing the door, careful with his movements so as to not disturb you. Joel felt silly–stupid–really, he needed to kill whatever the hell this feeling was, he was protective of you because you grew up together and were friends that was it. He couldn’t afford to have you be anything else despite what that letter to Bill had said.

Joel tried closing his eyes and putting you from his mind, but once he finally managed to put you on the backburner Ellie came into mind. She was 14, Joel couldn’t even remember what he was like at fourteen except that he was punk. Always doing something he wasn’t supposed to do like smoke or sneak a swig of beer when no one had looked. Meanwhile here was Ellie, there was no doubt that she would be a punk too, skating after dark and probably stealing gum or something small from a convenience store. Instead she’s been forced to have a gun in her hand and had to learn to survive since she came into this world. She’s only fourteen and she went from being an ordinary person to the last hope humanity has to create a vaccine so that clickers become a thing of the past. A world without clickers…would Joel even want to live in a world like that? Was there a place for him in that world anymore? Without Sarah?...Joel didn’t like to think about how similar they were. Both funny and discerning and most of all brave. Too damn brave, too damn young. In a secret, awful way he was relieved that Sarah never had to be the one behind the gun but so damn angry to be the one in front of it. His mind brought him back to that look in Ellie’s eyes, that cold and angry look she said it wasn’t her first time shooting someone.

“Hey,” he said quietly, trying not to wake you, “you up?”

“Yeah?”

“When we were talking’ bout hurting people…what did you mean it wasn’t your first time?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” There was an edge to her tone, one that clearly said to leave it alone. It was something he had to respect.

“All right,” he gave in. moments of silence pass between them, the only silence was your soft snoring…still it ate at him so gently he rolled back over to see Ellie, who was looking at the ceiling. “You don’t have to, I’m just saying it’s not fair, your age…having to deal with all this…” he trailed off, fuck you were better at this than he was. He sees Ellie turn her gaze from the ceiling to him, brown eyes filled with a sadness that didn’t suit her age.

“So it gets easier when you’re older?”

“No,” he says honestly, “not really…but still.” there was a pause, some silence between them. Honestly, killing never does get easier, it just becomes the choice you have to make in dire situations, but it doesn’t make it easier to live with.

“The reason I asked whether you’d hear the glass or not earlier is cause I’ve noticed you don’t hear too well from your right side.” Ellie said, breaking the pause, “is it because you got shot there?”

“Probably more from shooting.” he answers before turning himself in for the final time, “so if you want to keep hearing I’d stick to the knife.” he closes his eyes, once again trying to clear his mind from thoughts of you or Ellie or anything really.

“Joel?”

He hummed in response.

“Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?”

“What?” opening his eyes and wondering what the hell she was going on about?

“Yeah,” she said somberly before following up with, “it runs in your jeans.”

It was an awful joke really, it shouldn’t have been as funny as it was but still he felt the laughter bubble up from his chest and shake him a little. It hurt a little, the sensation of laughter was something foreign to him now but still, it was pleasant. After that neither of them said a word, drifting off to sleep before they had to wake up and find their way out of this city.

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“Joel.”

He groaned

“Joel”

He groaned again.

“Joel I’m gonna need you to wake the hell up right now but be calm ok?”

Slowly his eyes opened, and the first thing he saw wasn’t you but of a man, couldn’t be younger than 18 with a gun pointed at you and Ellie while another kid, couldn’t be any older than eleven stood over him, orange facepaint over his eyes as he held Joel at gunpoint. Shit.

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kimbappykidding · 7 months

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It wouldn't have been so bad if Soobin had no idea at all. If he'd just never thought of you in that way whatsoever you could've retained some of your pride but he had thought of you in that way...for Yeonjun.

Soobin quite ironically suspected something was going on with the two of you for a while despite your constant denials. Sure you did hang out with Yeonjun a lot and as he knew about your crush on Soobin he was there for you frequently but you were like siblings. So for Soobin to completely misinterpret what was happening was an additional thorn in your side. Another was that Soobin had recently started dating a girl named Grace. She was a very pretty new Kpop idol who you didn't know much about. The boys all disliked her but you tried to stay neutral and didn't want your feelings for Soobin to influence you...but it was pretty hard. Soobin and Grace's relationship wasn't the best. They were very different for one and didn't seem to have any shared interests. Grace also didn't seem to take the relationship as seriously as Soobin, case in point there was a knock at your door at midnight.

You sleepily opened the door and found Soobin standing outside. He smiled awkwardly "Hi Y/n I'm so sorry to wake you but Grace never showed up for our date and I need to be back in the city in 6 hours. Can I crash here?". Soobin's place was 40 minutes away so when he had to be in the studio in a few hours (or when his girlfriend never showed up to their date) he'd stay over at yours. You nodded "of course! How long did you wait for Grace?". "Ow only 2 and a half hours". "2 and a half?" you cried and he sighed "she's just been really busy lately that's all". You stuck by your policy of not commenting on Grace and just nodded. Soobin followed you to the bedroom and quickly got onto his unofficial side of the bed. "Thanks Y/n you're the best!" he called and you nodded "I know". You woke up in the morning to find Soobin gone. He'd left you some breakfast as a thank you...but had also forgotten his phone. You checked your own to see texts from Yeonjun asking if he had Soobin's phone and you told him you'd swing by the company building on your lunch break to give it back. You entered the building and were waved in by guards who recognised you. You greeted them both by name and they smiled looking so pleased you suspected many people might not know their names.You went up to txt's floor and a member of staff told you they were on break so you could go inside. "Y/n!" Beomgyu cheered when he saw you and you smiled waving "hey, how's rehearsal going?". "Really well thanks how's your day?" Huening kai asked. You smiked and told him some office gossip and handed Soobin his phone. "You're the best" Soobin cried and Yeonjun nodded "she is, if I were you I'd be kissing her feet". "Yeah hyung show Y/n your appreciation!" Beomgyu encouraged. Soobin was laughing along when you heard yelling. You all turned to see Grace come barrelling through the doors, some poor assistant trying to stop her. "There you are, so you're just ignoring me for fun?". Everyone paused and looked to Soobin who looked just as confused as the rest of you. “Miss you can’t be in her” the assistant tried again and Grace spun around to her looking livid but Soobin distracted her. "For fun?" Soobin asked "what do you mean?". Yeonjun escorted the poor assistant out of harms way and you all waited for Grace’s response. "Is this just because I had to rearrange our date yesterday? Are you seriously still mad about that? That's pathetic Soobin" she spat. "It's not rearranging if you do it two hours after it was meant to start" Yeonjun commented just loud enough for her to hear and Grace glared making Soobin step in to stop an argument. "No of course not I just left my phone at Y/n's! She only just brought it me now".. Soobin was smiling pretending everything was okay when it clearly wasn't and it pained you but you couldn't leave him alone. You nodded "it's true, it was an accident". Grace looked at you "and why didn't you bring it sooner?". "She has a job" Yeonjun spat "she's here very kindly on her lunch break. If you needed Soobin so badly why didn't you ring the company?". "I shouldn't have to! If I want to contact my boyfriend I should be able to...wait why am I even discussing this with you " and she stormed out. "Grace wait!" Soobin cried and ran after her. The door swung closed and you all looked at one another. "Did he actually run after her?" Beomgyu asked. Yeonjun nodded "yes and he's probably apologising to her right now". Taehyun shook his head "this is so annoying, why doesn't he just break up with her?". The others all nodded and you shrugged. "Y/n...are you okay?" Huening Kai asked noticing your silence and you nodded "I'm fine, I just have to get back to work but don't want to bump into them". Yeonjun nodded "come on, I'll show you the private exit" and he led you away. You clearly didn't want to discuss Soobin and Yeonjun sensed that so he changed the topic "still on for movie night at ours tonight? We got that movie you liked". You smiled and chatted with Yeonjun trying to get rid of the disappointment in your stomach. When you showed up for the movie night Soobin wasn't there. You all got started without him and although you could guess where he was you had to ask. "So where is Soobin?" you asked and Beomgyu shook his head "take 3 guesses". Huening Kai sighed "she demanded he come see her after work so they can talk about what happened. As if the hour he spent grovelling wasn't enough". Yeonjun shook his head "it makes me so mad seeing her treat him that way". The others all nodded and Yeonjun continued. "He's too nice, he thinks every argument is his fault. He just wants her to be happy so he folds every time and she knows that! She uses it to manipulate him". "This is our worst fear, that he'd end up with someone who'd take advantage of him" Taehyun sighed. "Y/n why can't you just date him and be our mom?" Beomgyu asked and you pushed him. The guys all knew about your crush on Soobin but they usually had the decency to pretend they didn't. Tonight they seemed to have totally forgotten that unspoken rule. "No but you would be perfect for him" Huening commented and Taehyun nodded "I think if he knew he could have someone like you, he'd drop Grace in a heartbeat". You looked to Yeonjun, surprised he was being quiet for once and wondered if he'd put them up to this. "Don't look at me they came to this conclusion on their own" Yeonjun said proudly. You blushed "while I appreciate your kind words I don't think Soobin sees me that way". The boys went to disagree when the front door opened and Soobin appeared. He smiled and then noticed you. "Hey how did it go?" Yeonjun asked and you knew by the tone of his voice he was hoping they'd broken up. No such luck. "Crisis averted" Soobin smiled. "Until tomorrow" Beomgyu commented and Soobin frowned but pretended not to hear "Y/n can I speak to you?". You nodded and went into the hallway with Soobin. "Are you okay?" you asked. He nodded "yeah, tired but I'm okay". You nodded "so what's up". Soobin took a breath and you noticed he wasn't looking at you. "Grace thinks you kept my phone on purpose". You laughed before realising he was serious "she's not joking? I had work!". "She thinks you should've come by before. That you would've had time". You shook your head "not really. I'd have pushed it incredibly thin and it wasn't urgent you got your phone back". "Well she wondered why you didn't think it was important when you saw all the missed calls". You shook your head "because I didn't! Your phone was in my bag all morning. Plus you'd know I'd never snoop through your things. You believe me don't you Soobin?". "Of course" he nodded and you felt relieved. "But Grace doesn't and she's worried about our friendship. Me sleeping over at yours and how close we are". "But we're best friends!" you cried and Soobin nodded "I know I told her but she...it feels silly even saying it. She thinks you like me as more than that" Soobin laughed but you couldn't bring yourself to. This was the first time Soobin had even acknowledged there was a possibility of romantic feelings between the two of you and you felt like a deer frozen in headlights. "Y/n?" Soobin asked, "it's crazy right?". You swallowed "I..." and Soobin's smile dropped. "Y/n..." he said gravely and you shook your head "I never expected anything to happen and the fact you didn't even know shows that. I'm happy being your friend and I was never going to tell you". Soobin couldn't even look at you. "Soobin it's not a big deal" you tried but he shook his head "Y/n Grace wants me to take a break from you". "You said no right?" you asked but Soobin's face told you he hadn't. You'd never tried to come in between Soobin and Grace. You never stepped in or tried to get him to break up with her but hearing this you had to stand up for yourself. "But Soobin I'm your best friend! I've known you for nearly 10 years. How can you just cut me off?". "I'm not" he said "if you're upset or having a rough day you can call me but just after what you said I feel like I'm betraying Grace and encouraging you as she said. I have to put my partner first Y/n. I hope you understand" and he went into his room You went back into the living room in a daze. Yeonjun noticed first and frowned "Y/n what's wrong?". You shook your head "I...have to go". Everyone went to protest but they could tell something was wrong. "Y/n are you okay?" Taehyun asked. "Yeah I'm fine I just...won't be around that much anymore. I'm sorry" and you rushed for the door. The guys immediately stormed into Soobin's room and when they found out what had happened they were livid. "How can you just toss Y/n aside? I never thought you were that type of person Soobin" Yeonjun said. Soobin shook his head "I'm not tossing her aside I'm just putting healthy boundaries in place. I shouldn't be staying over at y/n's and sleeping in the same bed as her". "You only did those things because Grace never showed up to your date!" Beomgyu cried. "Plus you can share a bed with a friend" Taehyun argued "you're best friends!". "Well Grace doesn't want me to and I love her so..." when all of the members exploded. "Soobin you do not love her" Yeonujn said and Soobin shook his head "I do". "How? She's rude and conceited and..." Beomgyu would've carried on but Soobin yelled, something he rarely did. "ENOUGH!". The room went silent in shock. "She is my girlfriend whether you like it or not and I'm sick of hearing how much you don't. You're not the ones dating her I am and If you don't like it then tough. I don't want to hear it and I won't stand for you badmouthing her anymore. Is that understood?". They all nodded but Yeonjun had one thing to say "you can limit yourself from Y/n but that doesn't mean the rest of us have to and you're not the only one who lives here. She is welcome here anytime as far as I'm concerned" Yeonjun said and the others nodded. Soobin nodded "of course. I won't tell you not to see her, I know how you feel about her but please warn me when she's coming". Yeonjun went to argue when Soobin shot him a look and he sighed. "I think it's ridiculous but okay". So after that, you stopped talking to Soobin and it felt so wrong. He was your best friend, the person you texted the most and the person you went to whenever anything good or bad happened to you. To not hear from him was hard enough but to know he didn't want to hear from you was truly horrible. His members were all super nice and made sure to text you and invite you to dinner with them. You appreciated the gesture but knew if you saw them you'd think of Soobin and you couldn't have any reminders of him. Your own friends were livid at Soobin for choosing Grace over you and didn't understand why you weren't also mad. You were honestly too stunned to be mad because never in a million years did you think this would happen. You had no idea Grace had this powerful a hold on him. The guys were just as upset as you. They felt the absence of your presence and made sure to mention you wherever possible to show Soobin you weren't gone. Not just because Grace clicked her fingers. As much as Soobin acted like he was fine they could all see he wasn't. He'd been going to Grace's every night after work and they could see the tiredness on his face and how he smiled less. His appetite was off and he kept messing up his lines and the choreo. They all hoped he'd realise this was because he needed you in his life but he just kept soldiering through and wouldn't react to any questions about you. Finally Yeonjun had enough. Soobin broke down crying while making dinner but he claimed it was just because he'd forgotten to buy the rice. Yeonjun helped tidy up the mess and eased Soobin into a comfy seat before he began his light suggestion. "Soobin do you think you should contact Y/n and apologise?". He could tell the second he said it, Soobin wasn't on the same page. "What! Why?" Soobin and Yeonjun resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Because you're miserable without her" Yeonjun said Soobin shook his head "I'm not". "Yes you are and don't even pretend you're not! You're tired all the time and you're barely eating. You haven't gotten a piece of choreography right all week and you've been a mess". Soobin shook his head "maybe it is because of Y/n but I can't contact her so drop it". "Why?" Yeonjun asked "because Grace said so? She's not in charge of you Soobin, you are allowed to say no to her". "I know that but it's more than that". "Then explain it to me" Yeonjun said and Soobin shook his head "Yeonjun I said drop it...". "No I want to know the big reason why you can't contact Y/n even though you're miserable without her!" Yeonjun yelled. "Because she admitted she likes me!" Soobin yelled back. He expected Yeonjun to understand or look shocked but he didn't even flinch. Eventually he just shrugged "okay". "Okay?" Soobin asked "Yeonjun Grace was right and surely you see why I had to distance myself from her?". Yeonjun shook his head "no I don't. Just because Y/n has feelings for you doesn't mean she's dangerous to be around and also I just think it's a little hypocritical". "Hypocritical?" Soobin asked "of Grace? Why?". "Not of Grace of you" Yeonjun said "are you really trying to tell me you don't have any feelings for Y/n? You have more natural chemistry with her than you ever have with Grace and you must know and feel that! You're yourself with y/n, your true self and it's beautiful. That's how a relationship is meant to be". Soobin shook his head "you don't know what you're talking about". "I do and I think deep down you do too so stop hurting Y/n and just be honest for once!" Yeonjun said and he stormed out of the room.

Soobin watched him go and was stunned. Yeonjun couldn’t be right...Soobin would know if he liked you right? Soobin shook his head figuring this was just his members trying to get him to dump Grace again, that was all. However the next time he saw Grace he thought of you and without meaning to he wondered what it’d be like to be dating you instead. The thought made him blush so he pushed it away.

Maybe Soobin wasn’t as innocent as he’d thought.

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Others Parts: Part Two and Part Three

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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I Wanna Stay Here Forever

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: a few cuss words, a hint of stress about money, mentions of being naked

The shrill, incessant beeping that was coming from the alarm clock brought you out of your sleep. Your very warm, very comfortable sleep. You were cuddled into the heaps of pillows and blankets on the bed, and Mat was cuddled into you. Well, more like on top of you. The majority of his body overlaps your own. His stomach is pressed against your side, almost fully pressed to your stomach, his head is placed in the crook of your neck- his breath tickling you every so often, and one leg thrown over both of yours while one arm is resting over your waist and the other is raised over both of your heads. Your favorite giant heater.

You start to squirm under Mat once you realized the alarm hasn’t been snoozed. He is still dead asleep.

“Mathew,” you groan out and pinch his side to wake him up.

He just mumbles incoherently, pulling your body closer to his.

“Mathew, turn off your alarm,” you whine.

“S’not mine,” he sighs out.

Shit…

“I’m off. Remember?” He continues.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You blurt out, quickly sitting up and pushing Mat off of you. You were probably going to be late now.

You had a shoot booked this morning and if you weren’t on the subway in 40 minutes, you’d be late and in lots of trouble. You still sit in bed for a few more minutes, though. You contemplate over why you decided to book something on Mat’s off day. You sigh and mumble jumbled up curses under your breath.

“Just stay,” Mat muses, attempting to pull you back down into the bed.

“I can’t,” you whisper, hand brushing some of his hair away from his forehead.

“Please. Stay here. With me. We can stay cuddled up in bed, or we can even cuddle naked. I know how much you like that; my warm hands traveling all over your body- nice and comforting,” Mat tries to convince you.

He’s absolutely correct, you love cuddling- even more when you’re both naked. He always give you little massages, and gives you kisses everywhere he can reach. It was truly tempting.

“No. I need to get up. I need this shoot to cover the rest of my rent next month,” you state, getting completely out of bed when you only get silence from Mat in return. You just assumed he had fallen back to sleep.

You sluggishly get through most of routine until you’re interrupted by Mat. You were applying some light lipgloss when you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders. He gives you little kisses on your temple and squeezes you as close to him as possible.

“Stay,” he says again.

“Mat, I can’t. I want to, but I need this pay,” you say back.

“I will cover your rent next month,” he says so simply.

You turn around in his hold, so you can get a good look at him.

“No. I don’t want to do that. I’m a big girl! I can pay my own rent!” You declare.

“I know that, babe. I’m not trying to take that away from you, but how often do we get to spend a whole day together?” He reasons.

He did have a valid point. You always looked forward to his days off. You’d always plan out the entire day. You don’t know how this one day slipped through the cracks in your brain, causing you to book something you needed.

“Please. Just for next month, only. After that you can pay rent for all the other months,” he begs.

When you let out a deep sign, Mat lets go of you and jumps excitedly. He throws his arms in the air, but then quickly wraps them around you, so he can carry you right back to bed. The whole time you’re giggling, happy that he’s just happy to be with you.

Yeah, you might get berated by your modeling agency for canceling last minute, but it was worth it- especially when you woke up from your first naked nap of the day to see Mat completely relaxed, hair standing in all directions and a slight pout on his lips. The sun highlighted his pale skin, making him appear angelic. His breathing even and soothing to your heart. Both in the same position you were in when you first woke up this morning. You pressed many kisses to the top of the shoulder that was closest to you, hoping to wake him up so he can return the affection. It made you giddy just thinking about sharing kisses with Mat.

These moments made it all worth it.

a/n: Another little idea I had! This takes place a little over a year into their relationship. Hope you all enjoy!

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mitsukiwa · 4 months

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Do virgins taste better (tom kaulitz)

9:34 a.m September, Monday.

Shit shit shit.

I was really late for my first day of school. Classes had started at 8:40 and it was already 9.

Great way to start the first day of school.

I had forgotten to set my alarm last night before I went to bed.

I woke up on my own, only to find out I was an hour late.

Because my mom had to head to work this morning I had to walk to school, it took me half an hour.

Nonetheless I arrived late but there.

I head into the office and I'm met with a lady at the desk.

She calls me over.

I walk up to her desk

"Hello, what can I help you with?" She questions, the glasses she wore slid down a bit on the slope of her nose.

"I'm new here, I start today" I say.

She gives a firm nod. "Go into this door, and on the right there's a door the counselor there should help you"

"Okay, thank you"

She clicks a button from her place behind the desk. I hear the doors click open.

I push open the double doors, and walk up to the dark green door on my right.

I open the door, and step in. The heavy door behind me slams shut.

I look to the right and see another desk.

But there wasn't anyone there.

I look around, the room was empty.

I sat on one of the chairs that were lined up against the wall.

A few minutes pass by as I sit there.

Finally the door opens and a women stand before me, she looked to be in her mid 20's.

"Hi, did you need help?" She asks.

"Yeah, um the lady from the front said to come to you"

"Are you a new student?" She ask, walking around he desk to sit herself down.

"Yeah" I get up from the chair walking up to the desk.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She looked up from her computer.

"Y/N"

"Last name?" She begins typing in my first name into her keyboard.

"L/N"

"Okay, I'ma have you speak to your counselor, she'll arrange your classes" she gets up from the swivel chair.

Walking around it, and over to another door, I follow close behind her.

We walk down a hallway, then stop behind a particular door. She knocks three times, until the door is pulled open from the inside.

We're met with a lady. She smiled at the woman beside me, then she smiles at me.

"This is a new student, she needs to get her classes set up" The woman beside me said.

"Of course come in, honey" she motions me inside.

I step into her room, the woman from before excuses herself and leaves the room.

"Take a seat" the lady tells me.

I sit down Infront of her.

"Alright, what elective would you like?" She asks.

While she typed into her keyboard.

(Guys wtv elective u guys chose)

"Since that elective is full during the day, I will schedule it for you for your first period" she says.

I nod, "that's fine"

"Okay, let me get your schedule printed out"

After my schedule is printed she walks out the door with me and back to the room where the women from before was.

"You'll have someone to give you a tour" she said as we walked to the room.

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"This is the quad, and over there is where the lunch area is" he points towards the area.

I nod my head as I look around.

"Changing room for P.E is over here" He continues.

After he gives the quick tour, he walks me to my first period.

I was nervous, so much so I felt my heart beating hard in my ears.

He knocks on the door, I could hear talking from outside the door.

The door to the classroom Is pulled open revealing a teacher.

"Hello" she tells the boy who had given me the tour

"Hi, Mrs Anderson, she's a new student" he says.

She smiles at me, "welcome, what's your name?" She asks

"I'm Y/N nice to meet you MS."

"same here, come in" she says enthusiastic.

The boy passes me the schedule back than leaving.

I enter the classroom.

She tells me too sit at a table, near the door. There's three people sat at that table. I sit at the empty seat beside a boy.

He turns to me, flashing me a smile.

"You're new here?" He asks. An accent heavy on his tongue.

I nod, "yeah, I just started today"

"What school did you come from?"

"I did homeschool" I say.

"Did you like it?" He questions.

I hum as I thought, "Well, kinda I mean I had to much time on my hands"

"That would be cool" he raises his brows amused.

"I guess, it does get boring" I reply.

"What lunch do you have?" He catechizes.

"I have second lunch" I say looking down at my paper.

"I have second lunch too, you should hang with me and my friends" he says.

I smile at that, "sure"

"I'm George by the way" George says.

"I'm Y/N"

"Nice to meet you Y/N" he grins at me.

I realized I liked his smile, and his eyes.

"Nice to meet you too"

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I was running late to my 4th period, and soon the bell had rang.

I let out a frustrated groan as I walked down by the buildings in search for the F-Buildig. Which was all the way to the other side of campus.

The halls were now empty, the students were now in there classes.

Soon enough I found the f-building. I walk down the halls. My eyes scanning each door number; my schedule said I had F-4. My guess was that it was down the hall.

I walk faster, pacing my steps. I wasn't paying attention; looking at the door numbers when my body collided with a firm chest.

I fall onto my but; I let out an 'ow'.

"Watch where you're going" a voice above me said. The voice belonged to a male. And in the way he said them he didn't sound happy.

I look up, and I'm met with brown eyes. Those brown eyes glared down at me.

I almost had forgotten what had happened, but reality struck me when he said "would you please fucken move"

I pushed myself up from the ground, dusting off my skirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry you were the one who crashed into me" I said. Being sure to sound rude.

He was rude so what was the point in apologizing to this douche.

He scoffed, his perfect brows furrowing as he stared me down.

"Just stay out of my way" he walks past me, making sure to hit his shoulder roughly on mines.

I whipped my body around, cursing him out. "You moron!" I yell out.

My words echoed in the empty halls. He simply continued walking, completely ignoring me.

I let out a frustrated groan. I sigh out; attempting to calm my anger.

God, he was just such a fucken dick

I sling the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder.

I continue to walk down the hall in search for my classroom.

This day already started off shitty

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #kaulitz twins

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ilovewriting06 · 3 months

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Hello, sorry for the inconvenience but I wanted to know if you can do one of Chris Argent where he is married to Yn and they are expecting their second daughter since Allison is the first, also that Peter has been obsessed with Yn since they have been in high school but Yn I have always been in love with Chris.

@allisonargent144, thanks for the request and it's no inconvenience, I love getting requests! I hope you enjoy your fic!

I also want to point out that I changed Allison's age to 16 and she never failed a grade because she wasn't moving all over the place. The Argent's are still hunter's but they actually stick to their code (kind of) and Chris has been in Beacon Hills since he was a child.

I still hate Gerard and Kate so Gerard still broke the code and was killed and Kate just never existed, no one needs that bitch for anything anyways.

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I knock on the white door of Allison's room again as I yell, "Come on Allison! You're gonna be late for school."

There's a muffled grumble, "Fine! I'm up, Jesus, give me a minute."

I roll my eyes, teenagers, yay, "Watch your mouth young lady! If you aren't downstairs in the next ten minutes I'm coming in."

I can practically feel the eyeroll that my comment earned before she mumbles out an okay and I smile as I hear her stumbling across her room.

When I walk into the kitchen Chris looks up from one of his books and smiles, "She awake?" I hum in affirmation as I grab orange juice from the fridge, "Yeah, and from the attitude I got I'm going to bet she woke up to a surprise throughout the night."

Chris snorts as I place a kiss on his cheek and slide onto the barstool beside him. He closes his book after marking the page he was on and then turned to me, "And how's our other little princess?"

I sigh as I rub my stomach, "Energetic, she'll make a great soccer player if her kicking is anything to go by." He smiles and rubs my lower back, "Only a few more months and she won't be bruising your intestines anymore."

I lean into his touch after I take a sip of orange juice, "I can't wait, but I have been asking myself why we waited so long to have another baby. I mean, I had Allison when I was 18 and now I'm 34. I wasted my 20s. I'm putting this out here for future reference, I am all for having more kids but I refuse to get pregnant once I'm 40."

Chris laughs before grabbing his coffee, "I think we held off on more kids in our 20s because Peter decided to start his whole 'Y/n's rightfully mine' movement and my father went on a killing spree. You know, I saw him the other day and he asked me if we were still married. I told him yes and he walked away grumbling about how we need to get divorced."

I roll my eyes and snort, "That man just doesn't know when to give up, honestly wish he would have stayed dead. He's been chasing me for years and I tell him every time that I love you and I always have. Makes his eyes flash blue every single time."

Before Chris has time to respond are grumpy little gremlin comes stumbling into the kitchen and grabbing a coffee cup. I smile as she gets her coffee how she likes it before she turns around and there's a shy smile on her face.

She brushes a hand through her hair before coming over and giving me a hug, "Sorry, Mom, I woke up at like 3am and had to change sheets and get a shower."

I give Chris a look that says 'I told you' before pulling away from the hug and kissing Allison's temple, "It's okay Ally, I figured something happened."

As we're getting ready to leave to drop Allison off at school, because she doesn't want to get her license, I still don't understand that one, she turns to me and whispers, "Umm, can I talk to you in the car?"

I smile and nod, "Sure, Sweetheart, come on." I grab my keys before looking at Chris, "I'll take her today, I feel like she wants some privacy."

He nods and with that Allison and I are out the door.

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I look at her at a stop light, "Alright, what's on your mind?"

She looks at me with a blush that I recognize almost immediately, oh this is going to be fun, Chris is going to lose his mind.

"Okay, well, do you remember Scott?" I raise an eyebrow before asking, "The bitten werewolf? The one with the really funny friend?"

She nods before speaking, "Yeah, yeah him. I was wondering if you could kind of break it to Dad that I'm dating him."

I let out a cackle and squeeze her hand, "I'll try my best, but I make no promises. He doesn't like the idea of werewolves dating Argent women."

She raises and eyebrow in question and I realize she never heard the story, "Oh my goodness, I never told you." She shakes her head and I smile, "Okay, so I met your Dad in high school, as you know. He was this attractive, older, 'bad boy' type and like every other girl my age I was enamored. Loved him from the first time he said hi."

Allison rolls her eyes with a smile as I continue, "Anyways, there was another boy, your Dad's age, named Peter." Her eyes widen, "Peter Hale? The one that bit Scott and used Lydia to resurrect him? Seriously, who uses 16 year old kids for that?"

I nod, "Yeah, that's him, anyways, he didn't know how to take no for an answer, especially after I started dating your Dad and found out about the supernatural."

She looks at me eager for details and I laugh, "Okay, well after my lest rejection to him in high school he went absolutely crazy. Like batshit crazy. Turned into a stalker and it got to the point where I was terrified he would hurt you to get to me. So, Gerard took things into his own hands and royally fucked everyone over. He did genuinely care about you but he also used Peter as an excuse to start a whole 'every supernatural creature deserves to die' lifestyle."

Allison's eyes widen, "The Hale house fire." I frown and nod, "So many undeserving people suffered, even Peter didn't deserve that, none of them did."

Allison frowns before asking, "So, what happened on your final rejection to Peter?"

I snort before telling her the story, "Okay, it was senior year and you know your father and I got married the weekend after I turned 18. Well, the last rejection in high school happened a few weeks before I turned 18...."

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Flashback-

"Hey, Beautiful." I roll my eyes as I slam my locker shut to come face to face with Peter Hale. I roll my eyes before spinning on my heel to walk away. I groan slightly when I hear feet following behind me, "Come on, Beautiful, just one date."

I stop and spin around smacking the side of my face with my ponytail in the process. I look him in the eyes, before speaking "No, I already told you, I'm not interested. How many times do I have to say that?"

I spin around again and start marching down the hall to help with cheer practice but I'm stopped by a hand grabbing my forearm forcing me to stop. I huff and turn to look at Peter before ripping my arm out of his hold, "Peter, look, I've told you a million times that I'm in love with Chris. I love him and we're actually actually getting married in a few weeks, so I think it's time you got over your obsession with me."

Peter's eyes flash blue and I frown remembering the reason behind the different eye colors of a werewolf. His eyes return to their normal blue before he growls, "Why the hell are you marrying him?"

I take a deep breath trying to maintain my patience before replying, "Well for starters I love him, and maybe if you used your werewolf senses you'd know the other reason."

I cross my arms as Peter's eyes close and he focuses on his senses. His eyes fly open, lit up in the supernatural electric blue before he yells, "You're pregnant!"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, we were already engaged when I found out but we moved the wedding up a few months."

"Get rid of it."

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, "Excuse me! What the hell, Peter?! I'm not getting rid of my baby, I have no reason to and even if I did I still wouldn't!"

He growls, eyes still glowing blue, "It should be my baby, not some low life Argent."

This time I growl, "Fuck this! Peter, get this through your stubborn, thick ass skull, we will never happen, ever! I'm in love with Chris, and I'm never going to love you! I never have and I never will! So, just leave me, Chris, and our child the hell alone or so help me god I'll put you down myself."

I storm away from him and out the doors before he has a chance to respond.

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Present Time-

"Holy shit, Mom, I never knew you were so badass and don't even yell at me for my language you know it's true."

I roll my eyes and put the car in park, "Look, perfect timing, and maybe just a little."

She grabs her bag and jumps out the door but before she closes the door I yell her name, "Allison!" She turns around and tilts her head in question, "I'll talk to your Dad, but no promises it'll end pretty."

She smiles and cheers, "Yes! You're the best, Mom."

She runs off slamming the door and I watch as she runs straight to Scott excitedly talking to him. He looks up and makes eye contact with me before smiling and waving. I smile and wave back before remembering something.

I pull up to where Scott, Stiles, and Allison are talking with the window down and I catch part of there conversation, "Guys, my Mom just told me that when she was in high school Peter Hale was obsessed with her and when he tried to keep her from having me and marrying Dad, she went all badass and cussed him out before storming out like the badass she is!"

I chuckle slightly when Stiles responds, "Dude, I'm just saying, I told you she was badass when I met her. She's freaking awesome."

I decide to make my presence known after that, "You're right, I am pretty awesome."

All three jump before Allison turns to me, "Are you spying on me?"

I shake my head, "Nope, just forgot to tell you I love you, and good luck on your chemistry test. That Mr. Harris is a complete ass."

I faintly hear Stiles not so quietly whisper, "She keeps getting better and better." I ignore him when Allison smiles and responds, "Thanks Mom, and I love you too."

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I kiss Chris on the cheek when I walk into the living room before ripping of the Band-Aid, "Allison's dating, Scott McCall."

I walk straight out of the room barely stopping to talk to him and I have to bite back a smile when I hear his book hit the floor, "She's what?!"

#teen wolf #chris argent x reader #chris argent #jr bourne #allison argent #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #peter hale

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3365 (chapter 40)

AN: pardon me for this chapter but... Yeah.

/slight smut/ minors dni!

40. running away is all I know

"Isn't it a bit too loud?" You shout to Pug, whose hand has been steadily keeping a hold of your wrist and pulling you forward through the sweaty crowd.

"What?!" Pug turns to briefly look at you, but then continues his journey towards the bar.

"Exactly!" You shout back, trying to not lose your purse and your friend by tightly gripping Pug's jacket with your other hand. You got out of your 5-hour flight just before noon, and now Pug was dragging you out for drinks, hoping that it would lessen your guilt and heartache over a certain someone.

"Oh, I see it!" He says excitedly, and finally you spot the bar, full of people lingering near the counter and others sitting on the high stools. The whole place reeks off rich people with big egos and you're a bit surprised that it changed so much since you left Los Angeles.

"Pug, it's full." You gently pull on his sleeve, but he still drags you near the left side of the bar, where a couple of guys were having a heated conversation, something about business and stocks from what you've managed to overhear in such a short time. Pug gestures something to the bartender and in a minute the guys are leaving their seats, grumbling something about rude service.

"After you, madam." He shows you the stool and helps you to sit down first, before getting comfortable on his stool beside you.

"You call me madam again, and I'm taking the next plane to NY." You send a threatening glare and Pug puts his hands up in defense.

"Okay, okay." He sighs then calls for a bartender. "'Sup Johnathan?"

"Pug, my man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here for a while." They shake hands like old pals and you can't wipe the confusion off of your face.

"I've been busy lately, but hey, I brought this beautiful lady today, it's been what..? a year since she last was here." Pug announces, suddenly making you feel old.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Miss...?" He extends his hand over the counter, waiting for your response.

"Y/n." You shake his hand and you're pretty sure that it smells like all the alcohol in this bar mixed together.

"Johnathan. You said you were here a year ago?" He smiles, the light of the bar illuminating his short, spiky hair.

"Yeah, and I honestly don't remember you." You say, squinting your eyes slightly. "Maybe you would've been a good catch for the night." You watch his eyes widen but then a mischievous glint changes the confusion.

"What about tonight?" He leans closer, trying to keep the conversation on low volume, despite the whole club going feral.

"Oh, Johnny, her heart is in another city, not a chance." Pug nudges his arms and John retreats back a safe distance. You only smile and order Vodka Red Bull, while Pug sticks to his usual Martini.

"Starting off strong?"

"Yeah, trying to forget some stuff." You huff a laugh and Pug eyes you knowingly. After you spilled all your heart in his apartment and in the taxi on your way here, he wasn't about to complain about your road-to-a-heart-attack drink order, because he knew how much you needed to get properly wasted tonight.

***

After the gala, you woke up the next evening, head pounding and a lump hanging in your throat. Your mouth felt so dry that you actually had to peel your tongue off of the top of your mouth. The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was Foggy sitting in a chair next to you; actually, sleeping heavily, and you almost wished that Matt was sitting next to him, but the second chair was empty. Finally spotting the flowers on the table, you moved in bed, waking up Foggy.

He was beyond worried, immediately thanking God that you've woken up, and running around the ward like a little worker ant.

"Foggy... Please, you're making my head spin." You said, feeling restricted by all the tubes and needles attached to your body, "Can you lift the bed?"

"I don't think you should sit up so soon."

"Since when you're a doctor?" You asked, already annoyed that he didn't hurry to fulfil your wish.

"Since I-" He stopped, thinking about Matt resting in his apartment, "Okay, whatever."

"Thank you." You said when he finally fixed the pillow and you felt your body relax. "How'd you find me?"

"How'd you get here? What the hell happened? I mean Claire told me why you're here but how the hell did you get poisoned?" Foggy started wawing his hands around in the air.

"Who's Claire?"

"Your nurse. She recognized you from your old bilboard and called HCB and then got sent to us."

"Oh." You fall silent, looking at your fingers resting in your lap. "I...was at Fisk's party."

"What? Why?" Foggy looks at you intently, and suddenly you feel like a child who is about to get a lecture from their parents about a broken thing.

"I had to, there was no other choice. He gave me no other choice." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Who? Fisk? Did he threaten you?"

"It's a long story, Foggy, I don't think I'm ready to talk about it..." You sigh, softly smoothing the covers with your hand.

"I'm so tired of all the secrets." Foggy grumbles under his breath, sending a look at the flowers.

"What secrets?"

"Nothing, just forget about it."

Probably for the first time since you and Foggy met, you felt him acting cold towards something, which was very unlike him. "Can you pass me my phone? Before the nurses come and send me through millions of tests."

"Sure." He comes close and hands you the phone, still looking at the flowers. You're met with at least 50 messages and 20 calls from Pug, asking where are you. All from yesterday. "There's a note for you." Foggy fidgets next to you and takes out the note, "is it from him?"

You take the piece of paper and read the words: "i wish it could've been different", written in nice cursive, although it was painfully evident that a man wrote it.

"Is it from that Wesley guy?" Foggy asks again, this time more demanding.

"I think so. I think he brought me here." You scrunch your nose when the hospital smell finally reaches you. "Remember that woman in art gallery?" You ask, eyes wide and, if Foggy wasn't wrong, a little bit wild.

"The one with dark hair? Who was telling me about that ugly painting?"

"Yeah, Vanessa." You say, somehow feeling strength return to your body, "she's with Fisk. There were all kinds of dicks in that Gala, all the rich people of the city, I don't even know half of them, but they're pretty high in power, I think I saw someone from the Station. Foggy, he has everyone in his pocket, we can't do anything about it. We just can't expose him because he's already three steps ahead and has it all covered." You sigh with desperation and notice a familiar face peeking through the small window inside your ward. You knew that face, he was one of the security men in the party. Marco notices your wide eyes and quickly disappears just like he appeared.

Foggy continues pacing around, failing to notice the unfamiliar person, much to his luck. "This is bad, this is so bad." He mumbles again, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm getting out of here. Tonight. I can't stay here any longer." You begin pulling out the needles out of your arms, quickly alarming Foggy.

"Hey, hey, are you crazy?"

"It's crazy to stay here, when Fisk has this place fully packed with his men, I have no doubt about that." You catch his hand trying to stop you and sit on the edge of the bed. "Please, let's just get out of here and I leave you alone, I won't bother you tonight. In fact, I'm going to LA for the weekend."

"What? After Matt had... The incident?" Foggy asks, making your hurried actions come to a halt.

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"Oh, my favorite type of clients." Johnathan smiles and disappears in the other side of the bar.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you..." Pug starts, spinning the toothpick with olives in his glass.

"Yeah?" You take a sip of your drink and the burning sensation in your throat makes you feel alive again.

"What are your plans after what happened?" He looks at you, unreadable expression on his face.

"Try to stay alive?" You joke, hoping to avoid any serious topics, especially when you came here to get loose.

Pug doesn't get to ask any more questions when suddenly your world becomes dark - big hands on your face cover your eyes and you almost jump in your seat. "Guess who?" A deep voice says close to your ear, warm breath tickling the back of your head. Involuntary, you smile, ignoring the fact that a possible stranger put his hands on your face, most likely ruining your makeup. Your hands come onto his, slowly grazing his fingers and wrists, feeling the layer of hair and strong muscles. There was only one person in your whole life, who still did this childish game.

"Max?" You ask and feel momentarily blinded by the lights when the hands leave your face and rest on your shoulders.

"Bingo!" A voice with thick Australian accent exclaims behind you, and you turn on your chair to see a taller man standing with his arms open, smile on his face as big as the moon tonight.

"Max!" You shout and almost immediately pull him into your embrace, feeling the muscles under his dark green shirt when he presses you close into his chest. He pulls away slightly and takes your hand in his, leaning close to kiss your knuckle. You hold his gaze and shiver slightly when his lips touch your skin, disappearing just as quick as they made contact. Pug looks at the two of you, slightly surprised and almost shocked.

"Max? What a coincidence." He says, pushing his hand in front of Max and quickly greeting the man.

You quickly glance at his shoes and smirk. "Cowboy boots?"

He laughs, head falling back and exposing his thick neck. "You can take me from Texas, but you can't take Texas from me, baby."

"You're from Australia." You deadpan, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I grew up in Texas, baby." He winks, looking around the place.

"Still got that cowboy hat in your apartment?" You take a sip of your drink, turning to Max again. Sitting in the middle of the bar side and managing the whole three-way conversation turned out to be a bigger challenge for your drunken self than it actually was.

"Even better, I probably have like 5 cowboy hats." He smiles, dimples visible on his cheeks, curls falling on his forehead. It's been only couple of years since you last saw him, but he has changed a lot. "Can't believe I met you guys here. I mean I'm here every weekend or so, but it's been too long since I was met with familiar faces."

"I'm not hiding anywhere, just getting drunk in less expensive places." Pug shrugs, side eyeing the bar for any signs of Johnathan and a new drink.

"Well... I've been busy with work.. in Hell's Kitchen." You cast your eyes down, watching the bubbles rise in your glass.

"That hole?" Max asks, not really surprised, but maybe a bit disappointed.

"Yep, that hole. It's just as bad as LA but a lot less fancy."

"Augustus you're still into the law?"

"More 'in' than 'into', but yes, still there." Pug replies, somewhat sourly. He wished to spend as much time with you as he could before you leave again for God knows how long but of course, Max was ruining everything.

"So, what are you doing here, Max?" You ask, saving Pug from another awkward answer.

"Oh, just making my way into the hierarchy of the prison." He says, eyes glinting, "I'm kind of an important person there."

"What, they let you sleep in the top bunk?" You ask, pretending to be shocked.

"Haha, very funny. I'm second to the head chief, so, you know, I can do whatever I want."

"No wonder you're so... Bulky now." You reply, eyes sliding down his chest.

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You force him on his knees, locking the doors of his apartment behind you and leaning on the nearby wall. "Oh, I like it." Max smirks, kneeling in front of you, smiling. Leaving the club with Max and ditching Pug with a mysterious blonde was a huge mistake, but now you weren't thinking; alcohol was doing it for you.

"Wanna like it more?" You ask, fingers messing with his dark curls. He nods, eagerly placing his hands on your thighs and giving a firm squeeze. He looks at you, asking for permission and you nod slowly, because if you did it faster, you were sure that your vision would be lost. Strong fingers lift the end of your dress and Max starts kissing your thigh; you hold your breath, waiting for him to acknowledge the obvious under your dress, but when he continues teasing, you grab a fistful of his hair and push his face on your center. He looks at you from below, eyes unfocused from the alcohol, the sudden pull of his hair causing him to jerk his hips forward.

He knows how you like it. Or liked. It's been too long since he felt your body underneath his, tightly pressed together and desperate for more. Yet not long enough for him to forget how you liked your pussy to be eaten. Max eyes you one more time before lifting himself up more to grab the hem of your underwear with his teeth and starts pulling it down. You watch the scene unfold between your legs, still tightly holding onto his hair. As he pulls your underwear down to your knees, they fall on the floor on their own, making him smirk. You gently pull him back and he takes the hint, diving to suck your clit. You almost moan out loud at the contact, but swallow it harshly. Max sets a relentless pace, making you tug at his hair harder. He tries to hide it, but you can see the way he's moving his hips, trying to make some type of contact with his pants and you say something that surprises you both. "Touch yourself."

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily and looking at you with a dazed expression, your wetness glistening on his lips. You release his hair, pulling him up by his chin to your eye level. "What?" He asks, blinking more than necessary, perhaps slightly sobering up.

"I wanna see you touching yourself when you eat me." You say more confidently now, kissing his cheek for reassurance. You didn't want to kiss him on the lips and continuously refused to do so in the taxi. He puts his whole body weight on his palms on the wall to keep his balance.

Max groans when your hands start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants and you teasingly lick his neck. Max's eyebrows knit together, waiting for the desired contact with his cock, but you pull away, holding the hem of your dress instead. He looks at you in question, but then awkwardly pulls his pants down, exposing his already hard dick. "I want to see you cum when you lick my clit." You say, feeling slightly lightheaded when he spits into his palm and wraps his hand on his dick, groaning loudly at the contact, his breath near your neck tickling your skin. "Get on your knees." You say, watching him continue to stroke himself for a brief moment before you pull his head to your center again, letting his tongue do the rest.

You lay on the bed next to Max, ashamed that you just faked your orgasm, staring at the ceiling in thought. Both still fully dressed, feeling too hot for your liking after the previous incident (that's all it was in your mind), you were both looking at the same dried spot of yellow on one of the ceiling tiles. Max turns his body towards you, lying on the side, his head resting on his palm. You pay no attention to the shuffling beside you, still staring with an empty gaze. The alcohol was still buzzing through your veins, creating an unpleasant feeling in your head.

"What's on your mind?" Max asks, carefully inspecting your facial expressions.

"Everything." You simply say. Words were not enough to explain what was going through your mind, and Max, staring at your face, didn't make it all easier.

"I thought you hated Hell's Kitchen." He says and looks at you questioningly.

"I did." You sigh, closing your eyes, "still do."

"But he makes it bearable?" Max asks, his finger gently touching the scar on your arm, where the bullet grazed your skin.

***

"What incident? What happened?" You demand, watching Foggy stumble with an answer.

"He got into a car accident." He lies.

"What?" Your voice gets higher.

"He's okay now, pretty beat up but he's okay... At home." Foggy finishes awkwardly, eyes scanning the floor.

"When did that happen?" You pull up the jeans that Foggy brought. New ones. And they fit perfectly. If he wasn't a lawyer then he would've been a great retail worker.

"Last night."

"Were you even going to tell me?"

"The same way you told me about that party?"

Checkmate. Foggy has finally caught you in a corner. "Tell Matt if you see him that I'm really sorry about lying and... I hope that he's okay." You pull on a hoodie and grab your phone. "I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n!" Foggy shouts when you slip out of the ward, knocking the vase with flowers down on your way. You had to leave, you had to go to LA. You couldn't stay here this weekend, and once again, your gut feeling was right - it was best to leave Hell's Kitchen and Fisk, yet not the best decision to leave Matt wounded and alone.

***

"I think so." You reply, turning to look at Max.

"Jeepers, you're down bad for him." He laughs lowly, chest rumbling with the action.

"You weirdo, no one ever says 'jeepers' in a normal conversation."

"Well, in my defense, your Honor, this is not a normal conversation." He mocks and you slightly punch his arm.

"It's such a dick move from me. I didn't even visit him, and his best friend told me about the car accident. I think he hoped I was going to visit him."

Max looks at you intently, calculating his next words. "Do you think he'd want you to visit?"

"I don't know. I kind of wanted him to visit me when I was in the hospital... But at the same time I was glad that he didn't. I mean... We're nothing. We just work together and share the same fucking table in the office. And we had sex..." You rub your face and exhale loudly. "But it's not like we're in a relationship."

"Do you want to be in a relationship with him?" Max asks, a soft smile on his face.

"I wouldn't mind that... But you know me."

"I know that he's not me," Max begins, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned on you. "I couldn't win you, and I'm sure you've never had a thought about me that was similar to what you just said about him. So..."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that he has more chances than me, which means that you two can at least try to create something."

"You're somehow both making sense and talking complete nonsense at the same time."

"Hey, it's the alcohol talking." He smiles, leaning back on the bed, his head almost resting in your lap. "But seriously, you should try it."

"Try what?" You chuckle, slowly messing with his curls.

"Being happy."

#matt murdock #marvel daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock x reader #bound by law #netflix daredevil #matts superhearing complicates things for you #lawyers #daredevil #marvel #augustus pugliese

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doveabovetheworld · 1 year

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Could you write like write a Clawdeen Wolf x Non-binary (afab) werebear reader that likes to dress masculine, but doesn't have very many clothes that fit well cause they don't have a chest binder? I feel like Clawdeen would make them hella outfits!🖤

Omg thats so cute!! I love this so much!! She really would make amazing outfits just for you! Clawdeen was always one of my favorites as well!!

Warnings; some gender and body dysphoria but nothing other than that!!

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I looked myself in the mirror and felt super uncomfortable. My girlfriend Clawdeen invited me to her house and I wanted to look nice before I went over but none of my clothes seemed to feel right on me with my chest binder.

I love myself, I really do, but I can’t stand my body, specifically the parts of me that make me feel more feminine. I have a few chest binders that help with the dysphoria but on somedays it’s such an overpowering feeling that I can’t shake off. Today was just one of those days.

I kept trying on different shirts and hoodies but none of them were fitting correctly. At this point I’m probably going to just cancel hanging out with Clawdeen. I really want to do that because I love Clawdeen with my whole heart but I usually don’t want to be around anyone when I feel this way.

My icoffin rang and I saw Clawdeen’s icon pop up. She’s wondering where I am… I pick up the phone and answer, “Hey Clawdeen.”

“Hey, Y/N, where are you? It’s like 30 minutes past when we said you’d be here. If you’re running late or something let me know though, please?”

“No, it’s just that… it’s one of those days again.”

“What do you mean? Dysphoria day?”

“Yeah… my binder isnt looking right on any of my clothes no matter how many I try and I just feel awful.”

“I’m sorry, love. Is it cool if I head over to your place?”

“I mean sure if you wanna…”

“Okay. Give me about 40 minutes and I’ll be right there!”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

I hung up and layed on my bed until I heard the doorbell rang. I got up to go to the front door and opened it. Clawdeen was standing there looking beautiful (as usual) with bags in both hands.

“What’s in all those?” I asked pointing to the bags.

She walked in and put the bags on the table, “Not even a “hello” or “i love you” from my amazing partner?”

I gave a little laughed as she started to take out the contents in each bag and put them on the table. There were my favorite snacks and drinks as well as outfits that looked super cute. I looked at her and started to speak, “Claw-“

“Uh uh,” she started to say as she looked at me seriously, “No way. I know exactly what you’re gonna say and I’m gonna stop that train of thought right away. I came here because I know you’re upset and I love you. I want to make you feel happy and that’s why I brought your comfort foods and drinks. As well as making you shirts, pants, and other stuff to make you feel comfortable on these days or just in general.”

I looked at her in disbelief. She did all this stuff for me just because I feel upset…

“I really don’t know what to say, Clawdeen…” I started to say as my voice cracked a bit. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. No one ever cared this much about me to make clothes specifically for me. I started smiling wide and gave Clawdeen a huge hug.

She hugged me back and said, “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N”

We went through all the clothes that she made for me and they fit perfectly. It made me feel so much better and I actually felt really good!

I sat on my bed in between Clawdeen’s lap. She started playing with my hair and I thanked her again for helping me out.

“It’s no problem at all, love,” she said, “Trust me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I responded looking up at her. She gave me a kiss and we both layed down cuddling each other.

We eventually fell asleep and when I woke up, Clawdeen left. There was a tiny note on my nightstand and it said, “sorry I left, had to go get Howleen. Love you <3”

I smiled a bit thinking at how amazing Clawdeen is. I really am lucky to have her.

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A/N; sorry if it didn’t really hit at what exactly you were requesting but I still think it was really cute!

#monster high x reader #monster high #clawdeen wolf #clawdeen x reader #non binary reader

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REUNION IN PROGRESS

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆╰┈➤Pairings:Matt Sturniolo and Anna Johnson

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆╰┈➤Warnings:Suggestive comments,fluff,angst,

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╰┈➤SUMMARY:

ANNA JOHNSON visits her best friend Madi where she reunites with her childhood bestfriends. The catch is she hasn't talked to MATT STURNIOLO since junior year. Will that change?

CHAPTER 004

In real life,texts and instagram

I woke up pretty late, around 1 pm, on my birthday. When I went downstairs, Nick and Madi were there right away, giving me big hugs and wishing me a happy birthday. Chris and Matt were next, and they also hugged me and said happy birthday. I was super happy to see they'd gotten my favorite food, pasta, for my birthday.

Since it was already close to 2:30 pm, I went back upstairs to get ready. I picked out a black mini skirt, a slim-fit black t-shirt, knee-high black boots, and topped it off with a black leather jacket. After doing my makeup, I added some cute chunky gold hoop earrings. When I came back downstairs, everyone in the group said I looked great and gave me compliments.

MATTS'S POV:

She looked so gorgeous.Anna, my Anna, was going out on a date with a different guy than myself."What time is he picking you up?" Nick enquired.She said, "Oh, he is not picking me up; I am taking an Uber."I mumble, "dickhead, doesnt even pick up his date on her birthday," and thankfully only Madi hears me. She bursts into laughter.

About an hour later, Chris, Nick, and Madi convinced Matt to take them to a party they needed to go to.

Later that evening, around 9:40 pm, Anna called Matt. When he answered, she was crying, and he could tell something was really wrong.

ANNA'S POV:

I got to the diner precisely at six o'clock.After thirty minutes, my date had finally arrived.He said that the heavy traffic on the way here was and it was understandable.

Throughout the whole dinner he made uncomfortable comments about my body and we literally had nothing in common.Anything I said he disagreed with and anything he said I disagreed with.

A while into the date he suggested we go to his house and watch Netflix which I immediately said yes to since I love netflix so much.

It turns out his house was like right across the diner.

He puts his hand on my thigh ten minutes into the movie, and even though it makes me uncomfortable, I stayed silent.When he attempted to reach under my skirt a few minutes later, it became too much."What on earth are you doing?" I spoke up "What did you think would happen?" he asked angrily, "Did you really think I was here because I was in love with you or something?" He began calling me derogatory terms like "whore," "slut," "bitch," and so on. Then, as I was leaving, he threw an open, full water bottle at me.

The water was all over me.

While crying, I went to a random curb, sat down, and called Matt.

"Matt, please come get me. I will send you the address and explain everything later."

He arrived after five minutes.I got in the car and just dozed off, staring out the window.

"Anna, are you okay?What is on your mind? "he asked as I look at him"huh yeah why"."since you just stared out the window while I asked you like 5 questions questions."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about tonight."I told him, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"Would you mind telling me about it?"he asked

"mhm.To start with, he arrives thirty minutes late.We had nothing in common at all after that. He made crude sexual remarks about my body all during the dinner, such as "your ass looks good" or "your boobs look nice with this top."I accepted his invitation to watch Netflix at his house, but as soon as we arrived, he began touching my thigh and eventually started to go under my dress. At that point, I spoke up, and he began calling me names like whore, slut, etc.And to top it all off, he threw a water bottle at me, which is why I am soaked. "

As I speak, you can see him becoming tense, and when I am done, he pulls up to the side of the road.

With a serious tone, he questioned, "What did you just say?"

"about the insults or the fact that he hurled a bottle of water at me?"

He asked, turning the wheel, "Are you serious??!!, both Anna"

"Please don't do this, Matt. I have had enough today. Please don't do this."I say, reaching for his hand on the wheel.

Again moving the wheel forward, he says, "Okay, then."

We get home and he asks me "Did you maybe wanna sleep in my room,you know so that you're not alone"Yeah that would be nice Matt thank you."I wear a random tshirt that matt gave me and some sweat pants.

"Matt can you lay next to me, at least until i sleep"he nodds and lays down next to me"good night peanut"he says.

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The next day when i wake up i realise that Matts hand is on my waist, our bodies almost brushing against eachother and our faces centimeters away from touching.I try to slowly get up from the bed but as soon as i get up i hear Matt "Good morning there".

"Oh sorry didnt mean to wake you up".i say while looking back at him.

"No its okay i always wake up at this time anyways".

I head to the kitchen, and as I open my phone, I notice a message from Nick. This is strange because he was sitting in the living room about ten meters away from me.

I open it .

Texts:

Nick❤️

Nick:

Good morning love birds

Anna:

Dude are you dumb

Nick:

Why

I wasnt the one cuddling up with matt

Anna

DUDE

did you send that to Matt

Please tell me you didnt

Nick:

Oop ur too late

My bad

Anna:

Im gonna fucking kill you

I walk up to nick and sit down next to him telling him to unsend matt the photo as he says"he already replied"

Texts;

Nick

Good morning lovebirds

Matt

Good morning stupid

I mean he didnt deny it,

He entered without really saying anything.Thank god because it wouldve been super akward.

4:40 pm

Me and Madi went shopping for our party outfits.I could go in a hoodie and swears for all I cared, but Madi seemed to be on a mission to find me a nice outfit.She finally found the perfect outfit.

She noticed a long-sleeved, pink, off-the-shoulder minidress.She thought it was the perfect dress for me.We got our outfits and left the mall.

We put on our clothes, applied makeup, and styled our hair.Till a few people were downstairs, I waited.Nick began praising me as soon as I stepped downstairs.I could feel Matt staring at me, but I was reluctant to go near him.

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