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YOUR BIGGEST FAN â GETO SUGURU

â§ïœ„. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.
( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content. Â
word count - > 6.6k
authors note. can you see I wasnât creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me!Â

âI bet you look handsome.â You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle.Â
âNah.â User @Sssman72Â types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer.Â
âStop! Donât say think bad things about yourself,â You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. âI know your handsome baby.â You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. Heâs the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing. Â
âYou look tired babydoll...how was today?â He types.Â
âIâm fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.â You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didnât mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives. Â
âIâll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.âÂ
âIâm always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.âÂ
âMake sure you enjoy your break babydoll, donât gotta worry about me. Goodnight.âÂ
You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop.Â
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âHowâs college y/n?â Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk. Â
âitâs fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.â You answer as you buckle in.Â
ïżœïżœOh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?â Â
You tense under the small blanket youâve thrown over yourself.Â
âu-uhm yeah its goodâyeah itâs been fun.âÂ
âIâm sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.â He chuckles.Â
âUhmâI'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.â You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasnât happening.Â
âOh, thatâs fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,â He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. âYou wouldnât do that though, youâre a good girl.âÂ
You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car.Â
âAlrighty were good to!â She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car.Â
âFinally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.âÂ
âOh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You havenât been in years!â You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport. Â
âYeah, I canât wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.â You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop.Â
âSuguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...âÂ
âSuguru is coming?â You scream. Â
âComing? Sweetie, heâs already arrived this morning. Iâm so excited were all together as a family again.âÂ
âAre you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!â You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother. Â
âY/n!â You mom gasps.Â
âSweetheart, heâs changed.â Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better.Â
âThatâs what he wants you to think! Heâs the worst human being on planet earth, please donât make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,â you lean over the consul. âPlease dad.â You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad.Â
âSweetheart...âÂ
âNo! You arenât sweet talking your way out of this, heâs changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, heâs matured. He even told me the reason heâs coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.âÂ
âHeâs lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!â You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket.Â
âOh, donât cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, heâs changed, I wouldnât have allowed him around you if he hadnât. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and youâll never have to see him again, please?âÂ
âNo.â You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that theyâve won. You canât jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didnât bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport.Â
âWeâll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.â They bargain. You act like youâre thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. Heâs somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. Heâll make up for your stepbrotherâs awful behavior.Â
âFine, Iâll take the master suite.âÂ
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âOkay that's the last of your luggage, weâll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.âÂ
âKay, thanks.â You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didnât see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks. Â
After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72.Â
âHey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.â You send. He immediately starts typing. Â
âOf course, I'll answer you babydoll. Whatâs wrong?â Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder whatâll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head heâs a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day youâre going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies.Â
âYou know that stepbrother I told you about?âÂ
âMm, that asshole who bullied you?âÂ
âYep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?âÂ
âAre you serious?âÂ
âDead serious...my parents didnât tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.âÂ
âWow thatâs crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesnât like you?âÂ
âApparently heâs here to make amends...heâs probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.âÂ
âWell, what if heâs really there to make amends baby?âÂ
âYou should've heard the groan I just let out. I canât believe youâre on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.âÂ
âHey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a manâs perspective on it. Maybe he realized heâs fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused youâÂ
âYea well from a women's perspective heâs an asshole who doesnât care about anyone else but himself!âÂ
âDonât say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?âÂ
âHypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And heâs also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.âÂ
âLol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.âÂ
âThatâs because youâre perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesnât poison me and I survive the night.âÂ
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You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, heâs late, he doesnât care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents.Â
âY/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.â You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media. Â
âSorry I'm late.â You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different.Â
âSuguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.â Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You donât think youâve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasnât smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyesâthose eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you canât place. They even crease with the smile that heâs wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile.Â
âY/n? You alright?â You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces. You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment. Â
âUhmâyea I'm fine.â You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile. Suguru has different plans.Â
âHey y/n, itâs been a long time yeah?â Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster. Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think youâre about to give him a damn handshake? Â
...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you wonât.Â
You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a âhmmâ. He lowers his hand. Â
âAlright guys let's eat, okay?â You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than youâd admit. Â
âYou got something there.â Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you.Â
âWhat?â You ask.Â
âThere,â He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. âThere you go.âÂ
You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe heâs dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it.Â
âUh thanks?â You mummer, unsure what to say.Â
âYou're welcome little sis.â You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; youâre suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare.Â
âYouâve grown up.â Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost.Â
âYea, have you?â You snarl. He stops smiling.Â
âI have,â he says seriously, setting his fork down. âI want to talk aboutââÂ
âI donât care.âÂ
âPleaseââÂ
âNo!â You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. Youâre overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him.Â
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You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring. Â
You hated him. You hated him. Youâyou canât bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you canât bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You donât want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72.Â
âHow are you babydoll, you alive?âÂ
âYes, wish I wasnât though.âÂ
âWhy what happened during dinner?â You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened.Â
âOh wow.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âYou gonna give him a chance to explain?âÂ
âI donât know I donât want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?â Â
âCourse, give me a second. I'll call you.â You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring.Â
âHi handsome.â you smile at the blank profile. Right now, youâd do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldnât care.Â
âHI beautiful. Talk to me.â He types into the chat box.Â
âI don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it itâs bad, what if it doesnât excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean backâit's just so stressful.âÂ
âI know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry.âÂ
âStop, donât apologize you didnât do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.â You laugh.Â
âBeautiful girlâI would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.âÂ
âWow you donât want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.â You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight.Â
âI kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.â You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything. Â
âSo, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?âÂ
âhm,â You use your free hand to tap your chin. âOnly if you do something for me.âÂ
âAnd what is that?âÂ
âCan you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you donâ have to show your faceâmaybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.â You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. Youâre about to back out but all the sudden youâre looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight.Â
"Y-you probably wonât be able to type and jack off at the same timeâ You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please...Â
âIâm gonna turn my audio on but I wonât talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?â Â
You nod.Â
âGood girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.âÂ
You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand.Â
You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but youâll settle for this for now. One day...Â
âMmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,â You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt.Â
âWish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.â You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know youâll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home. Â
âWanâ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big youâll have to force me to take it, youâll have to hold me down and make me take it.â You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder.Â
âMâgonna cum for you handsome, mâgonna give you what you want and make a mess,â You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and arenât in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself. Â
You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming.Â
âPlease please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?â You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out.Â
âYes, cum for me.â Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, youâre squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water.Â
âN-no!âÂ
âÂ
âYes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.â You stepdad stares at your phone thatâs been sitting in a container full of rice since last night. Â
âFuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?â You look up at him in distress.Â
âWhat do you need your phone for bartending?â He looks down at you incredulously.Â
âMy boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.â You lie.Â
âWell, you can use Suguruâs laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.â Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner. Â
âReady to go honey?â She asks your stepdad.Â
âComing! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you havenât got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!â Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back.Â
 Of course, you had to use Suguruâs laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that youâre okay and that you wonât be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. Itâll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesnât a password. Â
You run to the sitting room, but you donât see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguruâs room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze. Â
You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldnât know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy. Â
Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This canât be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. Noâthis is a dream; youâre going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man youâve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes youâve sent him and all the secrets youâve told him over your head. Youâre going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought. Â
âY/n? What are you doââ Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. âLet me explain please baby.â He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch. Â
âD-donât call me that,â You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. âYou-you, it was you the whole time.â Your voice breaks.Â
Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. âWas this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?â You scream at him.Â
Heâs grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here. Â
âNo babydollââÂ
âI said donât call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!â You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed.Â
âPlease listen to me y/n. I wasnât fakingâstop packing and let me explain.â Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase.Â
âY/n, baby, please listen to me pleaseâ He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you wonât accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you. Â
âWhy?â You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.  Â
âI never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail youâI know you donât believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.â  You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You donât believe him.Â
âI have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didnât know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didnât know that the bullying continued when I left. I didnât know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. Iâm so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoruâmy best friend, you remember himâwell he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didnât want our conversations to end soâfuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.â Â
You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didnât tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother.Â
âI know itâs a lot of information.âÂ
âIt is.âÂ
âDo you believe me?â He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, youâd be sitting on it. Â
Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching. Â
âIf you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. Iâll love you the way youâre meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.â He mummers rubbing your noses together. Â
You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because heâs the man youâve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, heâs your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he wouldâve ever told you the truth. But isnât that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother? Â
You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least youâll have a story to tell your feature children. Â
Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. âWhatââÂ
âYou said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? Iâm ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.â He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts. Â
âSuguruââÂ
âShh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.â He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face.Â
âTake your clothes off too Sugu.â You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didnât do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you werenât wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon. Â
âLike what you see beautiful?â You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. Heâs so fucking sexy. Â
He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. âLay down and let me please you.â You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair.Â
âSuguru!â You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. âFeels sâgood Sugu!â You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you.Â
Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit. Â
âSâgood Sugu! Donât stop!â You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth. Â
âDonât hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, youâll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.âÂ
You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm. Â
âGonna cum! Mâgonna come!â You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before youâre coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Suguâs chest. Â
âYes baby, that's itâwhat a good girl,â He praises as he slurps up all your juices. âSuch a fucking good gril fâme.âÂ
âGimme a kiss.â You say between heavy breaths. Â
âDoes the pretty girl want kiss?â You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders.Â
âWant you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,â You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks.Â
âDonâ tease meanie!â You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips.Â
âMâsorry baby, can you forgive me?â He pouts. Â
âHmmâIâll forgive you only if you kiss me right noââ You donât even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You canât believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man.Â
âYou okay babydoll?â Â
âMhm, just canât believe this is all happening.âÂ
âMe too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.âÂ
âNo, I want to. I want you.â You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it. Â
Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt.Â
âFuckâI donât have a condom.âÂ
âIâm on the pillâplease Sugu.â You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. Youâve been on edge since last tight in the tub. Â
âAlight beautiful,â He pushes the head of his cock into you. âFuck meâyou feel so good. Always knew you would.â You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly. Â
âSuguâfeelâs sâgood, want more!â You cry, fisting the blanketâs underneath you. Â
âDoes my baby want moreâdoes she want to orgasm on my cock?â You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch.Â
Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you. Â
âSâtoo much!â You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake. Â
âSaid you wanted more baby, âm giving you more.â he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark.Â
âSugu, Itâs too much. Hurts! mâgonna cum!â You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you.Â
âOh, don't cry babyâshhhâyouâre so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.â He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy.Â
âFuck,â he draws out, collapsing onto you. Â
âT-that wasââÂ
âThe best sex âve ever had.âÂ
âSame.â You smile before wincing.Â
âWhatâs wrong babydoll.â Â
âYou're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,â Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. âAnd you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.â You grumble.Â
âItâs not bad, promise.â He kisses the bite mark softly.Â
âAnd all the pictures fell of the wall.â Â
âIâll put âem back up baby,â He laughs into your ear. âJust let me hold you for a second.â He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened. Â
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Age Is Just a NumberâŠRight? - Luke Hughes
Summary: Luke. Age gap. Jack being a menace as usual, making sure you're not getting away that easy. Warning: Implied sexual situations, mature language, flirtation, age gap (6 years)
Note: Hey, lovelies! So, originally, this fic was all about Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith, but then I realizedâWill is 19, and honestly, heâs just a baby to me. Even if he said he loves older woman. Boy go back to kinder garden. (Sorry Will, love you, I promise!) So, I decided to swap in the Hughes boys instead. Iâve gotta be honest, it gave me a bit of a headache. Now, this started as a quick, short fic. I swear, I had every intention of keeping it short. But, well⊠7048 words later, here we are. I got hit with a ton of ideas and feelings, and the story just kind of... grew on me. Youâll probably notice the tone/style shifts halfway through, and Iâm definitely sorry for that!
But hey, I hope you all enjoy it despite the wild ride! â€ïž For more fun: masterlist
The first thing you notice is warmth.
A heavy arm draped over your waist. The steady rise and fall of breath against the back of your neck. The scent of clean laundry, cologne, and something distinctly him clinging to the pillow beside you.
The second thing you noticeâyou are not in your own bed.
Your stomach flips as your brain reboots, sluggishly piecing together fragments of last night.
The blind date.
Luke.
His charming smile. The way his chestnut curls fell into his eyes when he laughed. The way he leaned in when you spoke, like you were the only person in the room. The teasing brush of his fingers against yours when he reached for his drink. The electricity that crackled between you when you finally cavedâwhen he kissed you outside the bar, his hands firm at your waist, his body pressing into yours like he couldnât help himself.
And then⊠more.
Your face burns as memory after memory floods in. His hands, his mouth, the way he whispered your name like it meant something.
Nope. Not thinking about that.
Carefully, you shift beneath the covers, untangling yourself from his hold. Luke stirs but doesnât wake, his arm slipping away as you ease yourself upright.
Thatâs when it really hits you.
He looks so young.
His chestnut curls are a mess, his lips slightly parted, his entire face softened in sleep. He looks⊠peaceful. Innocent, almost.
A strange unease settles in your stomach.
Your gaze flickers around the unfamiliar room. Itâs nice but lived-inâhockey gear shoved into the corner, a few discarded clothes on a chair. Your eyes land on the nightstand, where his wallet sits slightly open.
You donât mean to snoop. You really donât.
But something about last night nags at you.
Just a quick peek. Just to make sure.
Fingers trembling, you reach for it, flip it open.
And your heart stops.
Luke Hughes. Age: 21.
Twenty fucking one.
As in, young enough to still pull all-nighters for fun. As in, could still be in college.
And you? You are twenty-seven.
Oh. My. God.
Your hands fly to your phone as you furiously type out a message to your friend.
"WHAT THE HELL?! YOU SET ME UP WITH A 21-YEAR-OLD. I AM A GROWN WOMAN. I PAY FOR MY OWN HEALTH INSURANCE."
No response.
Coward.
Panic thrums in your veins as you stare at Lukeâstill peacefully asleep, completely unaware that you are having a full-blown identity crisis in his bed.
You need to leave. Now.
Right?
But for some reason, you hesitate.
Because Luke⊠Luke is the first guy in a long time who actually made you interested. Who made you laugh so hard you snorted into your drink. Who listenedâreally listenedâwhen you talked, instead of just waiting for his turn to speak. And, well. The man or more like a boy, had managed to get you to orgasm. Twice!
Which, considering your track record, felt almost miraculous.
Your past partners had barely managed to get you there onceâif at all.
And now youâre just supposed to sneak out of here like it never happened? Like he was just another bad decision?
Your stomach twists.
But then you glance at the wallet again. Twenty-one.
Yeah. You need to go.
Sliding out of bed as silently as possible, you scan the room for your clothes. Your shirt is on the floor, your jeans halfway under the bed. You grab them quickly, yanking them on with the precision of someone defusing a bomb. Bra? Found. Socks? One is missing, but youâll live.
Once fully dressed, you tiptoe to the door. Your shoes. Theyâre outside the room. You remember kicking them off in the hallway.
One deep breath.
You ease the door open, peeking into the dimly lit living room.
Empty.
Good.
You take two careful steps out, eyes locked on your shoes near the front door. Almost there. Just a few moreâ
âBusted.â
You scream.
Not a blood-curdling horror movie scream, but a very real, very startled yelp that absolutely does not help you maintain any dignity in this situation.
Your body jolts like youâve just been electrocuted, arms flailing wildly as you spin toward the voice.
There, sprawled across the couch, is a guy watching you like this is the best morning of his life.
Tall. Ridiculously handsome. Light brown hair, messy in a way that suggests he just woke up. Sharp cheekbones. Blue eyes filled with pure mischief.
And a smirk so unbearably smug that you immediately want to punch it off his face.
You clutch your chest, heart racing. âJesus Christ, who the hell are you?!â
The guy grins wider. âDamn. Didnât even recognize me? That hurts.â
âAm I supposed to?âYou blink, still catching your breath.
His smirk falters for half a second before returning full force. âOh, thatâs good. Thatâs really good.â He tilts his head, studying you like youâre some kind of rare specimen. âYou actually have no idea who I am, do you?â
âWhy the hell would I?â Your frown deepens.
He lets out a dramatic sigh, like this is somehow the greatest tragedy to ever befall him.
âYouâre telling me,â he starts, sitting up slightly, resting his arms on his knees, fully entertained, âthat you came home with my brother, slept with him, and have no idea who we are?â
Your stomach drops.
Brother?
You knew Luke had brothersâhe mentioned itâbut you had no idea they were famous.
Your eyes flick toward the bedroom, then back to him. âYouâreâwait, youâre one of Lukeâs brothers?â
He snorts. âWow. No recognition at all. That is humbling.â
âShould I recognize you?â You narrow your eyes at him.
âOh, I donât know.â He shrugs, mock-offended, but thereâs a glint of amusement in his eyes. âI guess Iâm only one of the most famous people in this city.â
You blink, a little thrown off. ââŠYouâre a local weatherman?â
He chokes, eyes widening. âA what?!â
âYouâre acting like I should know you,â you say, raising an eyebrow. âI donât keep up with the news, but you definitely have the vibe of a guy who points at maps for a living.â
He definitely doesnât. If anything, he looks more like a kooky stripper with an annoyingly fit body. But thereâs no way youâre feeding his egoâthis idiot would probably take it as a compliment.
For a split second, he just stares at you, his mouth hanging slightly open.
Then, as if the tension snaps, he howlsâfull-body laughter, throwing his head back and wiping a fake tear from his eye.
âOh my God,â he wheezes, clutching his stomach. âThis is the best thing that has ever happened to me.â
You cross your arms, trying to mask the irritation bubbling up. âGlad I could contribute to your morning entertainment.â
âNo, you donât get it,â he says between gasps for air, leaning forward with an infectious grin. âThis is amazing. Incredible. I live for moments like this.â
You raise an eyebrow, your patience wearing thin. âMoments like what?â you snap, unable to hide the rising edge in your voice. Honestly, youâre just relieved Luke didnât inherit Jackâs over-the-top, obnoxious personality. If he had, you probably wouldâve bailed on this blind date five minutes in.
âMoments where I get to witness something so spectacularly awkward, so painfully embarrassing, that it will sustain me for weeks.â
You glare at him with pure annoyance. âI hate you already.â
He clutches his chest dramatically. âOuch. That wounds me.â
âYouâll survive.â
âOh, no doubt.â He smirks, and for a moment, it almost reminds you of Lukeâthough the two brothers couldnât look more different. But that same confidante smile? Itâs unmistakable. âEspecially since I now have the upper hand in every conversation we ever have from here on out.â
âWeâre never having another conversation after this!â You try to sound firm, but your voice cracks, betraying you.
He just grins wider, shaking his head like heâs heard that before. âThatâs what you think.â
You exhale sharply, fed up with the entire exchange. âLook, Iâm leaving. Forget you ever saw me.â
âNot a chance.â He leans back against the couch, thoroughly amused. âYouâre trying to sneak out of my baby brotherâs room like a damn criminal. This is gold.â
You scowl again. âIâm not sneaking out.â You fumble with your shoes, trying to get them on while defending yourself. Luckily, the hallway and living room are one open space, making your escape a bit less awkward.
âYou literally just tiptoed past me like youâre starring in Mission Impossible.â
You groan. "I was trying not to wake him up." Rolling your eyes, you keep wrestling with your damn lacesâof all times to betray you, it had to be now. Frustration bubbles up as you huff, "I need to go."
Jack cocks an eyebrow. "Why?"
You freeze mid-motion, exhaling hard through your nose. "...Just because."
"That's not an answer." His arms fold across his chest, his gaze pressing into you like heâs daring you to crack.
Your stomach twists. Heat rises to your face. You donât want to say it, donât want to give him the satisfactionâbut the words rip out anyway.
âBecause I just found out I slept with a 21-year-old, okay?! Iâm 27. Thatâs a six-year difference! Thatâs a whole presidential term and a little extra! Thatâs aââ
You stop, realizing how ridiculous it sounds now that you're saying it.
Jack stares at you, blinking. Thereâs a long silence before you speak again, but his expression shows no understanding of the mental chaos youâre in.
You sigh and tug at your hair in frustration. âI wasnât expecting this. I thought maybe he was older, and now⊠I just donât know how to feel.â
Jack, for the first time, softens his teasing expression. But itâs clear he doesnât quite get what youâre saying.
âWell,â he shrugs casually, âyouâre still not leaving. Youâre stuck here until Luke wakes up.â
âNo, Iâm not.â You shake your head, stubborn.
âYes, you are!â
Before you can argue, you hear movement from the bedroom.
âJack, why are you yelling?â
Shit.
You freeze.
Jack just grins wider.
You turn, and there he isâLuke, standing in the hallway, shirtless, hair an absolute mess, looking at you with adorable confusion.
Jack smirks. âOh, you know. Just chatting with your date about how she was totally about to dip.â
âWait. Youâre leaving?â Lukeâs voice is a mix of confusion and hurt, and suddenly, you feel a wave of guilt wash over you.
You shift awkwardly, caught in the middle of it all. âI just⊠didnât want to wake you.â
Jack snickers. âTranslation: she found out youâre barely legal and panicked.â
Lukeâs eyes flick to his nightstand, where his wallet still sits open.
ââŠWait. Is this about my age?" He sounds confusedâadorably so. Too adorably.
You open your mouth, but Jack is already cackling.
âOh, it absolutely is,â Jack says, shaking his head. âShe took one look at that ID and nearly had a full-blown existential crisis.â
Your face flushes deep red. Jesus, you really canât stand that blue-eyed bastard.
Luke blinks, then sighs, clearly frustrated a little bit. âSo, last night was⊠amazing, but now itâs a problem because Iâm 21?â
You shift uneasily. âItâs not a problem, exactly. Itâs justâŠâ
Jack grins mischievously. âHilarious?â
You glare at him, a mix of embarrassment and irritation burning through you. âNot the word I was going for.â
Luke tilts his head, watching you closely. âDid it feel weird last night?â
Your face instantly flames. âLUKE.â
Jack cackles. âOhhh my God, this is so good.â
Luke shrugs nonchalantly. âIâm just saying. You didnât seem to mind my age when you were begging forââ
You lunge at him, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. âDonât. You. Dare.â
Jack, leaning in with barely contained joy, grins wider. âOh, no, letâs hear it! This is the best! I live for this shit.â
You whip around, shooting daggers. âDo you really have to be here?â
Jack places a hand over his chest, feigning innocence. "Of course I do. Iâm just the clueless bystander, watching your meltdown. Itâs my duty as a brother. How else am I supposed to tease Lukey later?"
Luke licks his lips, glancing between you and Jack. âWait⊠so youâre really freaking out over this?â
You sigh, your frustration starting to boil over. "I just⊠didnât realize you were so young."
Jack snickers from the side, clearly enjoying himself. âOh, no, I think sheâs just overthinking it. But hey, itâs cute.â
Luke shoots him a glare. âJack.â
Jack raises his hands, completely unbothered. âIâm just here to state the obvious.â
You groan, feeling a headache start to form at the base of your skull. "Can I just⊠go? Please?" The words come out sharper than you mean, but youâre too tired to care.
Luke looks at you, his gaze softening with that same sleepy affection from last night. You almost hate how it makes your chest ache. "You really want to leave?"
You pause for a long moment, considering.
And truthfully?
No.
You donât.
Last night wasnât just a flingâit was Luke.
Luke, who had you laughing through dinner, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. He treated you like you were someone worth admiring, someone worth cherishing. And when he kissed you, it felt like the first rainstorm after a drought, washing away everything but the two of you.
And now heâs standing there, messy-haired and sleepy-eyed, looking at you like heâs trying to figure out whatâs going through your mind.
Jack, sensing the shift, leans back dramatically. âOhhh, sheâs thinking about it.â
You glare. âShut up, Jack.â
Jack smirks like a little kid in the candy shop. âNope.â
Luke lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face with both hands, his puppy like eyes softening as he looks at you. "Alright," he mutters, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Let me make you breakfast before you decide Iâm too young to function."
Jack perks up from the couch. âOh, hell yeah. Stay. Luke makes a mean omelet.â
Luke shoots Jack a teasing glare, his eyes rolling in exasperation as he half-smirks. "Why are you even involved in this?" he says, clearly annoyed but with a playful edge, like he canât decide if he should laugh or strangle his brother.
Jack shrugs dramatically. âBecause I live for chaos.â
You hesitate for a moment, staring at Luke as you battle the urge to stay or run.
ââŠFine. One omelet.â
Jack fist-pumps the air. âYES.â
Luke grins like heâs already won. âGood. Because I was going to make you stay anyway.â
â
You donât know how you ended up here.
One second, you were committed to sneaking out like a thief in the night. The next?
Youâre standing in Luke Hughesâ kitchen, watching him move around with annoying ease, pulling eggs and cheese out of the fridge like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
Jack, of course, is sitting at the kitchen island, grinning like the mischievous idiot he is.
âYou look tense,â he observes, propping his chin in his hand and resting his elbows on his knees. âRegretting staying already?â
You shoot him a withering look. âI regret a lot of things. Letting you talk this morning is at the top of the list.â
Jack gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. âOuch. And here I was, being such a warm and welcoming host.â
You roll your eyes. âYou ambushed me.â
Jack shrugs casually, sipping his coffee. âSemantics.â
Luke, bless him, doesnât engage. He simply smirks to himself as he cracks an egg into a pan, clearly used to Jackâs shenanigans. âJack, are you actually gonna eat, or are you just here to be annoying?â
âOh, I ate already. Iâm just here for the show.â
You narrow your eyes at him, a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth. âSeriously, whatâs your deal? You get some kind of thrill out of torturing me?â
Heâs an asshole, but damn, heâs the kind of asshole that almost makes you laugh.
Jack flashes a devilish grin, clearly enjoying the chaos he's creating. "You're sharp. I like that. Smart women are way more fun to mess with." He leans back, arms crossed, his eyes twinkling with mischief as if he's already plotting his next move.
Luke huffs a laugh, the sound full of fond exasperation. He rolls his eyes, his messy hair falling into his face as he nudges Jack with his shoulder. âJust ignore him. He thrives on being a menace,â he says, shaking his head, but you can tell he's not actually mad.
Jack grins even wider, clearly proud of himself. âYep. Itâs what I do best,â he says, puffing out his chest like heâs just announced some kind of grand achievement.
You rest your elbows on the table, watching as Luke flips an omelet with impressive skill. âOkay, Iâll biteâhow did you get so good at this?â
âGotta learn some life skills when you live with Jack. Otherwise, you starve." He shoots his brother a pointed look, one thatâs half annoyance, half fondness.
Jack scoffs, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest like heâs been wronged. "Thatâs unfair. I provide entertainment." His voice is teasing, but thereâs a clear twinkle in his eye.
Luke snorts, barely stifling a laugh. "Entertainment doesnât make up for the fact that you once tried to microwave a frozen pizza."
Your head snaps up at that, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "Iâm sorry, what?"
Jack groans, cheeks flushing with a rare hint of embarrassment. "It was one time, and the oven took too long!" he mutters defensively, but you can see the red creeping up his neck.
Luke smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he gestures vaguely toward the stove. "You almost burned the apartment down," he points out, no trace of sympathy in his voice.
Jack waves a dismissive hand. "Thatâs an exaggeration," he says, clearly attempting to downplay the incident, but his voice betrays the tiniest hint of guilt.
Luke shoots you a sly look, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leans in, like heâs about to let you in on a secret. âThe microwave was smoking,â he adds, his voice dropping low, the tone almost playfulâlike heâs about to drop some juicy gossip.
Your jaw drops in disbelief. "Oh my God."
Luke, clearly pleased with the chaos heâs caused, gestures at Jack with the spatula like heâs just won some kind of victory. "See? This is why I learned how to cook."
Jack grins wide, unbothered. "And I get to reap the benefits, so really, we both win," he says with a cheeky shrug, as if his utter lack of skill somehow balances out Lukeâs culinary expertise.
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "I donât know how you put up with him."
Luke smirks,"Itâs a daily struggle," he says, voice deadpan, but the small curve of his lips gives away the amusement heâs trying to hide.
Jack grins, shaking his head slightly. âOh, the betrayal. Iâm crushed,â he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though the smirk gives him away.
Luke just rolls his eyes and slides the finished omelet onto a plate before setting it down in front of you.
You look down at it, genuinely impressed by how perfect it looks. Then, you glance back at Luke, a little taken aback. "Not gonna lie⊠this looks really good."
Lukeâs grin widens, his eyes briefly locking with yours, the kind of connection that makes the moment feel charged. "Told you."
You pick up your fork, still a little skeptical, and take a bite. Holy hell.
Your eyes go wide in surprise. "Oh my God. This is actually amazing."
Jack leans in, looking smug...again. "See? I wasnât lying." He gives you a little wink, clearly basking in the moment like heâs somehow been proven right.
Luke smirks, pleased by the compliment. âI take my breakfast very seriously.â
âClearly. This might be the best decision Iâve made today.â You shake your head, chewing.
Jack gasps dramatically. âWow. So staying was a better decision than leaving?â
You pause, realizing what you just admitted.
Jack grins like heâs just scored a win, and for a second, you seriously consider wiping that smug look off his face.
Lukeâs smile, however, is filled with pure happiness, as if this moment is exactly what heâs been waiting for.
You sigh, stabbing your omelet. âIâm never gonna live this down, am I?â
Jack beams. âAbsolutely not.â
Luke leans closer, his voice suddenly lower, more intimate. âI mean, Iâm glad you stayed. Itâs not every day I get a pretty girl in my kitchen, making my morning way more interesting.â
You freeze, fork halfway to your mouth. His words hang in the air, electric.
âOh, so now Iâm âpretty,â huh?â you tease, trying to maintain your composure, though your heart skips a beat.
Luke raises an eyebrow, a slow, confident smile curling on his lips. âOh, I thought that was obvious.â His gaze flickers down to your lips, his voice dropping even lower. âYouâve been keeping me on my toes since I woke up.â
Your cheeks warm, but you force yourself to look away, focusing on your omelet. âFlattery wonât make me forget about you being 21.â
Lukeâs grin widens, and he leans in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only you can hear. âMaybe not. But I think itâs a pretty good start.â
Jack, completely oblivious to the flirtation unfolding right under his nose, leans back on the kitchen island with a self-satisfied grin. âGod, I canât believe Iâm witnessing this. I thought I was supposed to be the one who charmed the ladies.â
Luke snorts, rolling his eyes at his brother but keeping his focus on you. âJackâs the type to talk about it. Iâm the type to show it.â
Your breath catches in your throat. That was smooth. Really smooth.
You take another bite of your omelet, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face. âYou sure you donât just want me to stay for the food?â
Luke leans back, his gaze softening as he gently takes your left hand in his, his thumb slowly tracing circles over your knuckles. âI mean⊠if thatâs your only reason for sticking around, I wonât complain,â he murmurs, a playful yet tender smile curving his lips. âBut I like to think Iâve got more to offer than just my cooking skills.â
His words, along with the warmth in his eyes, wash over you like a wave, pulling you in deeper. You lock eyes with him, your breath catching as your pulse quickens. Thereâs something in the way heâs looking at you, something that makes it impossible to think straight.
Then Jack clears his throat loudly, and you break the spell, feeling a little embarrassed.
âAlright, alright,â Jack says, clearly enjoying the discomfort heâs just caused. âIâll leave you two lovebirds alone so you can finish your breakfast in peace. No need to make me a third wheel.â
You roll your eyes, but Luke doesnât seem to mind. He just shrugs, unfazed.
âGood idea. Go entertain yourself, Jack.â
Jack winks. âDonât mind if I do.â He stands up and heads for the door, adding, âYou two just make sure to keep it PGâsome of us donât need to see that much chemistry before our coffee kicks in.â
You watch as Jack exits, still grinning like the mischievous brat he is.
As the door clicks behind Jack, the quiet of the kitchen settles in, leaving just you and Luke alone, the lingering tension between you two impossible to ignore. Luke shifts, his hands still resting on your hands as he pulls you gently into his lap. Your heart beats a little faster at the sudden closeness, but you refuse to let the thrill of it distract you from the conversation you know needs to happen.
You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyesâeyes that are soft but hold that familiar spark of mischief, the kind that makes it hard to think straight. He tilts his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he runs his thumb over your hand, tracing slow circles. The warmth of his touch makes your breath hitch, but you bite your lip, determined to have this talk.
âLuke,â you start, your voice softer than you intended, âWe need to talk about last night. About... us.â
Luke's expression changes, the playful gleam fading into something more intense. He doesnât pull away, though. Instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you just a little closer, and his voice drops an octave. âI thought we were past talking. I thought we were just... enjoying each other.â
His words make your pulse quicken, but you hold firm. You need to address this.
âIâm serious,â you say, your voice steady, though your chest betrays you with its nervous flutter. âI need to know where this is going, Luke. Youâre 21, Iâm 27. Thatâs a six-year difference. Iâve been through more in my life. I want a family soon. I want stability. Not... something fleeting.â
Lukeâs gaze darkens, and his thumb continues its slow, soothing motion over your skin, but thereâs a new intensity in his eyes. Heâs quiet for a moment, absorbing your words. The air feels thick with unspoken thoughts, the weight of what youâve just said hanging between you.
âYou think I donât want the same things?â he asks, his voice steady but with a sharp edge, not defensiveâmore... thoughtful. âIâm not some kid just looking for a fling. Iâve thought this through. Iâm looking for something real. Iâve spent too much time in meaningless situations to want that anymore. I went to our date because I was looking for something serious. And my friend told me youâd be looking for the same thing.â
He lets your words settle, his eyes never leaving yours. âAfter spending the night talking with you, I felt like I wasnât just talking to someone whoâs interestingâI felt like I was talking to someone who gets it. Someone whoâs looking for the same kind of connection. Iâm not here for something thatâll fizzle out in a few weeks. Iâm here because... I think you might be the person Iâve been waiting for.â
His words hit you in a way you werenât prepared for. Youâre caught off guard, unsure how to respond, but something stirs inside you. Something warm, something you didnât expect. You can feel the truth of what heâs saying in your chest, and for the first time, you start to question the assumptions youâd made.
âYeah, but youâre still figuring things out,â you say, your voice shaky now, a trace of worry creeping in. âYouâre just starting out in life. Maybe you donât want the same kind of commitment I do. I need someone whoâs already ready to settle down.â
Luke doesnât hesitate. His fingers slide up to your jaw, his touch firm but tender, like heâs grounding you to the moment. His gaze holds yours, no longer playful, but filled with something deeper. Something real.
âIâm ready for that,â he murmurs, his voice soft but full of conviction. âI know what I want. And I want you. If youâre worried about my age, let me show you Iâm more than just a number.â
His words are almost a whisper, but thereâs a quiet confidence in them that sends a thrill through you. His lips are so close now, you can feel his breath on your skin as he leans in, his forehead resting against yours. âIâm not asking for a lifetime yet, but Iâm asking for the chance to prove myself. To prove that Iâm capable of giving you the kind of future you want.â
You close your eyes, your breath catching in your throat. Heâs not backing down, and the sincerity in his words leaves you no room to doubt him. But still, you canât help but voice the doubts that swirl in your mind.
âI donât want to get hurt, Luke,â you whisper, finally letting yourself admit the fear youâve been pushing down. âIâve been through enough heartache. And if you donât want the same things I do, if youâre not ready for it... I donât know if I can take that risk.â
Luke leans in just a little more, his lips brushing against your cheek before he pulls back slightly, his hands cradling your face. Heâs close enough that you can feel the warmth of his skin, the steadiness of his gaze. âIâm ready for you. Ready for everything that comes with it,â he says, his voice resolute. âI wouldnât be here, sitting with you like this, if I wasnât.â
You search his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but thereâs none. What you see instead is determinationâan unspoken promise that, for all his age, he knows what he wants and is willing to fight for it.
The air between you two shifts, the quiet between you no longer heavy with doubt, but filled with something new. Something that makes your pulse race.
âOkay,â you whisper, your voice barely audible. âThen show me.â
At that, his lips crash against yours, the kiss deep and slow, filled with all the unspoken things youâve both been dancing around. His hands slide to your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. Your hands find their way to his curls, tugging him in as if you canât get close enough. The world around you fades awayâthereâs only the feeling of his mouth against yours, the pressure of his body against yours, the shared certainty that whatever this is, itâs more than just physical.
When you finally pull away, both breathless, Luke grins, his forehead resting against yours.Â
Luke leans back a little bit, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous glint as he watches you, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You know," he says casually, his voice thick with satisfaction, "I have to admit... Iâve never had a night quite like that. You really know how to use that beautiful mouth of yours."
You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What do you mean?"
Luke shifts a little closer, his grin widening. "Well, Iâve had my fair share of nights, but... last night? You...You were next level. Honestly, I wasnât expecting to be that blown away."
You feel your cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and flattery. "Really? Well, I kinda feel the same. Iâve never... finished two times in one night."
Lukeâs eyes narrow in surprise. "What?! Baby, that wasnât even that much. I think we can go for four or five next time." He winks, his tone playful, but there's a hint of challenge in his voice.
You laugh, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "Is that so? You really think you can keep up?"
Luke smirks, leaning in just a little closer, his voice low and confident. "Oh, Iâm definitely up for the challenge. You just wait."
You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. "Maybe this whole 'young boyfriend' thing isnât such a bad idea after all... Good stamina and all that."
Luke grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Told ya!" He leans in, planting a series of quick, soft kisses across your face and neck, each one sending a delightful shiver through your skin. You can't help but laugh at his actions, brushing your nose against his cheek as your giggles mix with his gentle kisses.
Just as you're starting to recover from his playful assault, a voice slices through the moment like an ice-cold splash of water.
"Can you drop the sex talk, guys?" Jack's voice rings out from the kitchen doorway, dripping with disgust but clearly amused by the whole situation. "I didnât need to know this much about my little brother."
You freeze, eyes wide, before you turn to Luke, who looks utterly unfazed, that smug, victorious grin plastered across his face. Itâs as if heâs just won some kind of prize, and he's wearing it like a badge of honor.
Embarrassment creeps up your neck, but before you can even process the awkwardness, you find yourself laughing. The tension dissolves in the shared amusement of the moment. Luke just shrugs casually, looking way too pleased with himself.
"Relax, Jack. Itâs called maturity," you reply with a wink, and Luke chuckles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
Jack groans dramatically, rolling his eyes. "You two are gross. And seriously, for the future, we need some rules. These walls are way too thin. I do not need to hear you two in action. Thank God I wasnât home yesterday."
You let out a horrified gasp, hiding your face in Lukeâs neck. "Jesus, Jack," you mumble, half laughing, half mortified.
Luke just keeps laughing, clearly entertained by the situation. "You heard nothing. Just a couple of adults figuring things out," he teases.
Jack mutters something under his breath before calling out with a playful, exaggerated gag. "God, I need to vomit. You two are so disgusting."
"Guess this means you're sticking around, huh?" Luke whispers against your mouth, his voice low and warm, sending another wave of heat through you.
You nod, content, leaning into him with a soft smile. "Guess so," you murmur, brushing your lips against his in return.
Jack, clearly fed up with the display, huffs dramatically and walks away with an exaggerated sigh. "You two are the worst."
As he exits, you look up at Luke, feeling that warmth in your chestâthe comfort, the excitement, all mixed together. You can get used to mornings like this, even if it means dealing with Jackâs teasing. Or, you think with a smirk, maybe youâll just strangle him in his sleep. Problem solved.
Luke catches the glint in your eye and chuckles, clearly knowing exactly what youâre thinking.
âCareful,â he says with a playful smirk, âIâd hate to lose my new favourite person just because you canât handle my brother.â
You laugh, pulling him in for one last kiss.
Part 2
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EXTRA MOTIVATION



college baseball player!leon kennedy x f!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: smut!, fingering, sex in a public setting synopsis: when teaching her how to swing, leon has to come up with a more effective plan to get her motivated...
 âHow am I supposed to learn how to swing when youâre kissing my neck?â
 Leonâs lips shape into a grin against the crook of her neck and she shudders when he pulls away, his breath warm against the saliva cooling on her skin.Â
 âItâs for encouragement,â he says with a shrug, so casual for someone whoâs driving her absolutely insane. A baseball whisks by and she flinches, nearly jumping straight out of her back into him. His hands find her hips to steady her and she can feel his laugh as it buzzes through his chest against her back.Â
 âJesus, can you turn the speed down, please?â She glares over her shoulder as Leon touches his lips against her shoulder. âNot everybodyâs a goddamn Derek Jeter like you.â
 With a roll of the eyes and a featherlight kiss to the peak of her shoulder, Leon pulls away, tossing the net of the cage over his head. âCanât believe youâd compare me to Jeter,â he clicks his tongue as he presses his thumb against the down button on the pitching machineâs control panel. âI easily hit circles around him.â
 She rolls her eyes as she leans on the bat. Cocky bastard.Â
 âHeâs the only player I know, because of you, mind you,â she remarks as he enters the cage again, a corner of his mouth tugged in a half-grin. âAnyways, fine. Not everyone can âhit circles around Jeterâ like you can.â
 Leon titters and touches his lips to her temple, sliding behind her once again. âThatâs more like it,â he whispers beside her ear, slapping his palm against the right side of her ass. Her entire body jolts and she hisses, narrowing her eyes at him from over her shoulder as another ball passes by, at a slower, more manageable pace this time. âIs that better?â He asks, gesturing with his head towards the plate where the ball had passed over just moments ago.Â
 She turns and pauses, waiting for the next pitch to fly. She watches it as it passes, a small arch to it as it goes by, smacking the rubber backstop. She deeply inhales, feeling every single drop of air that gathers in her lungs before she releases it.Â
 Why did she agree to this again?
 âI guess,â she finally replies, picking the bat up off the ground, trying to figure out where to grip the handle. âNow, how do I hold this thing?â
 Sheâs sure a dirty joke can be written there, and she wouldnât be surprised if Leon was itching to tell one. If he was, he doesnât act on the urgeâ fortunatelyâ and he instead pulls away, muttering an âalmost forgot.âÂ
 She watches as he steps out of the cage again, rifling through his ball bag until he holds up his helmet. Her face falls as he steps under the net again, grinning. âGotta protect that pretty head of yours,â he says, kissing the crown of her head before sliding the helmet on. It feels heavy and a little awkward because it fits a little big, so she has to tilt her head up to even see him.Â
 âThis thing smells like shit,â she complains.Â
 Leon wrinkles his nose, âare you saying I smell like shit?â
 âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying,â she deadpans. âIâd also like to add that your head is enormous.â
 His lips fall in a scowl and he spins her around by her shoulders, wrapping his hands around hers on the handle of the bat. âCareful, or that mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble,â he says, adjusting her grip on the bat. âDominant hand over the other. Leave a little room between your bottom hand and the knob.â
 She watches as his hands guide hers to where they need to be, another ball whisking by. âMaybe you shouldâve turned the machine on after you taught me how to stand,â she says, feeling him shrug behind her.Â
 âToo late. Now,â he begins, torquing her hips with his palms. âThe key is to use your hips as your guide. The powerâs all in the hips, baby.â
 She rolls her eyes and lolls her head back, gently knocking the top of the helmet against his chin. He snickers, bringing one of his hands to wrap around either of hers again. âWhen you see the ball release, take a step with your front foot. Itâs your windup.â
 She goes through the motion as another ball passes. She waits in her position for his next instruction, his hands still on hers and holding her arms back. Her back begins to ache and she shifts uncomfortably as he pats her back thigh.Â
 âYouâll twist this leg before your arms go into motion, using your hips just like I showed you,â he instructs, placing his hand back on her hip to guide her. âYour hips will guide you through your swing,â he says, finally grabbing a hold of her hands, slowly going through the swinging motion. âLike this.â
 They go through the motion a couple more times until she thinks sheâs ready for the real thing. Leon walks her to the plate and gets her into position, pressing a kiss to one of her shoulder blades. âMy little babyâs first hitting lesson,â he murmurs against the fabric of her t-shirt. âTime moves too fast.â
 Her eyes roll and she nudges him out of the way with her butt. âYouâre insufferable.â
 She can only envision Leonâs grin behind her. âYou love it.â
 With a pat to her ass, he backs away and she gets into the stance Leon showed her, willing herself to breathe as she watches a baseball roll down to the machine. It ejectsâ and she blinks. She swings the bat just like heâs taught herâ and misses.Â
 The ball hits the rubber mat serving as the backstop with a loud thud and she deflates, arms falling to her sides, leaning against the bat.Â
 âI missed,â she says, a little dejectedly and Leon chuckles behind her, his hands rubbing either of her shoulders, his lips touching the side of her neck.Â
 âCanât all be naturals like me,â he jokes, nipping her skin. Her eyes roll, her elbow jabbing into his stomach. âKidding,â he saves himself. âIt just takes practice.â
 His palms soothe up and down from her hips to her waist, his breath hot as it looms over her neck. Her breath catches in her throat as another ball goes by and she blinks when it hits the backstop, Leonâs hands snaking around her waist to the line of her shorts.Â
 âAnd maybe some extra motivation?â He murmurs against her shoulder, pressing kisses into her skin all the way up until he reaches the edge of the helmet. Gooseflesh erects on her arms and quivers trail down her spine while his fingers toy with the hem of her shorts, his forefinger slipping beneath to draw a line above her pantyline.Â
 âLeon,â she near-whimpers, feeling that familiar ache blossom between her legs as his fingers sink beneath her underwear. He hums against her neck, the pad of his middle finger finding her clit, his touch like the jolt of lightning that brings her to life, electricity flowing through her veins.Â
 âEvery time you hit the ball, Iâll make you feel good,â he whispers, breath curling around her neck, twisting all the way up to her ears in a warm embrace. It makes her shudder as Leonâs finger brushes against her clit, back and forth. âEasy enough, yeah?â
 She thinks sheâll hit him with her bat.Â
 âYou drive me crazy, Leon Kennedy,â she mutters through gritted teeth as his middle finger flicks her clit, trailing down to her entrance, gathering the slick there. Her breath hitches as another ball passes, Leonâs lips curving into a grin between her collar and jaw.Â
 âIâm counting on it, pretty girl,â he whispers, sliding his hand away from her shorts, pulling away from her altogether. She peers over her shoulder at him as he backs away, lips wrapped around his middle finger, a smirk on his face.Â
 Her brow dipsâ one of these days, sheâll get him back.Â
 She turns back to face the machine, getting back into position. She waits with bated breath as the next ball rolls through the machine, soaring through the air towards her. She swings with full confidence that sheâll make contact this time but that hope dies almost as soon as it comes once her bat swipes through the air above the ball, hitting air.Â
 Blood bites her cheeks as she glances back towards Leon who simply stands with his arms crossed over his chest, the dark ocean in his eyes rippling with a playful luster sheâs seen far too many times to count. She huffs and turns back to the plate, readying herself into position.Â
 She misses again.Â
 And she misses the next.Â
 But the time after that, she gathers a lungful of air into her chest, heart pounding and core aching with determination. Sheâd have to hand it to Leonâ he strikes a good bargain. Her pussy surely thinks so too.Â
 Her vision zeroes in on the ball as it rolls through the machine, ejecting from the emitter and soaring towards her. She thinks back to the motions she and Leon went through, piecing them all together in her mind like itâs one giant puzzle. She holds her breath in her throat as she puts all the steps togetherâ and finally makes contact.Â
 Itâs not a Division 1, college scholarship worthy hit by any means. In fact, it practically hits the ground as soon as the barrel of the bat makes contactâ a daddy hack, sheâs heard Leon refer to it asâ but itâs contact nonetheless. Elation surges through her veins and she pumps her fist in the air, face splitting in a smile as she hops, turning to face Leon.Â
 âWhoâs Derek Jeter now?â She exclaims as his lips crack to reveal the pearly whites behind them, his chest stuttering with his laughs. âDealâs a deal, Kennedy. Now get your ass over here and touch me.â
 Leonâs chest rumbles with his laughter as he throws his hands up in admittance, sauntering his way towards her. âDealâs a deal, canât argue with that,â he says as she drops the bat, peeling off the helmet and sending it pummeling towards the ground. Leonâs arm snakes around her waist to pull her closer, his other sliding between their bodies, cupping her mound from over her shorts. Her lips fall agape in utter shock as he nears, their noses just barely touching when he whispers, âyouâre lucky Iâm a man of my word.â
 His fingers are like shots of ecstasy injecting straight through to her veins as he slides them back down her shorts, finding the aching bud at her center. She tosses her head back but he cups it with his palm, bringing her back in to press his lips against hers. Their tongues tumble around each other in a sloppy, languid kiss, humming into one anotherâs mouths as his middle and pointer fingers sink their way through her entrance, rubbing against her warm, velvety walls.Â
 Her lips part around his and he takes it as his opportunity to gain control over their kiss, teeth clashing against hers with a fervor only Leon can match.Â
 âShit, you always get so wet for me,â he practically groans into her mouth, sliding his fingers in all the way until their knuckles deep. Itâs already enough to liquify her insides and jellify her knees. âYouâre such a good girl, you know that?â
 The endearment has more of an effect on her than she expected. She mewls against his mouth, clutching his bicep and sinking her nails into his flesh. She cants her hips into his hand, the heel of his palm rubbing friction against her clit when she does. It has her mind reeling, her head spinning.Â
 Leon snickers at her reaction, pulling away from her mouth just to stare into her eyes, to watch as she falls further into submission in the palms of his hands. It makes his chest swell with pride, makes his cock twitch and strain against his boxers more than heâs willing to admit.Â
 âYou like that, huh?â He chuckles, moving the heel of his palm side to side against her clit, just to fuck with her. âBeing called a good girl, hm? Being called my good girl.â
 Itâs unfair how a voice can have so much of an effect on her. Itâs embarrassing even, but she leaves no room to protest, for heâs adding a third finger and all she can think to do is moan, âLeon!â
 He brings their lips together again, grabbing a fistful of hair from the back of her head to keep her in place. She feels like sheâs in a trance, her hazy mind turned to dark, murky slime with each pump of his fingers.Â
 âYou do like it,â he titters when he pulls away from their kiss for breath, shaking his head. She pinches her lip between her teeth as he digs her closer to her end, one of her arms locking around his neck to brace for impact, her opposite hand clinging tighter to his bicep. âDonât think coming was a part of the deal, but Iâll make an exception, just for my good, good giââ
 The sound of the entrance to the cages permeates the building and it snaps either of them out of their lust-drunken hazes. With some reluctance, they push away from each other and she works to straighten out her shorts as Leon licks his fingers clean, turning just as two of his teammates make their way towards their cage.Â
 âCarlos, Luis,â Leon says in greeting, a hint of an annoyed edge to his voice. She turns, scrambling to gather Leonâs bat and helmet she dropped to the ground, core throbbing, begging for attention.Â
 âKennedy,â Luis greets, dipping his chin as he says her name in acknowledgement too. She simply dips her chin as she turns, pressing Leonâs equipment into his chest. He turns to face her, a line between his brow. She huffsâ perhaps sex in the batting cage just wasnât in the cards for them.Â
 Sheâs about to push past him when Carlos says her name, lifting a small, gray object in the air.
 âThis camera yours?â He asks and she freezes where she stands, nodding. âItâs still on, in case you didnât know.â
 Her molars sink into the flesh of the inside of her cheek as she pivots slowly around on her heel towards Leon who only lifts his lips in a tight, impish grin.Â
 Crazy, she mouths. You drive me crazy.Â
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can you do some mom paige for us pretty please
this actually might be the cutest concept i've come with, not to brag but uh
you watch from the porch as paige adjusts the laces on derekâs sneakers, her fingers quick and practiced, like sheâs tying up the past and the present all in one knot. the sun dips lower, casting an orange glow over the driveway court, and you canât help but smile at how small he used to look next to her. your little boy with his gap-toothed grin and his insistence that one day, heâd be able to âtake mom downâ on the court.
today might actually be that day.
âyou sure youâre ready for this?â paige teases, standing up to her full height and giving derek a pointed look. she spins the ball between her hands, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. sheâs trying to act unfazed, but you know her too well. thereâs a flicker of something in her eyesâa mix of pride and maybe just a tiny bit of panic.
derek grins, taller now than you ever thought possible, with a confidence that makes your heart ache in the best way. âare you ready, old lady?â
âold lady?â paige echoes, mock-offended as she bounces the ball once, hard enough to make a statement. âiâm still the queen of this court. donât get it twisted.â
you laugh softly under your breath, crossing your arms as you lean against the porch railing. itâs surreal, watching them like this. heâs got her sharpness, her competitive streak, but thereâs so much of you in him tooâhis patience, his quiet fire.
the game starts, and at first, itâs all jokes and lighthearted trash talk. derek takes a shot, and paige swats it away with a grin. âcome on, d! you gotta bring more than that.â
but then it shifts. derek gets past her with a quick move, one you swear youâve seen her do a thousand times, and sinks a layup. he turns, flashing her a cocky smile, and thatâs when you see it.
paige freezes for half a second, the ball clutched in her hands, and itâs like the realization hits her all at once. this isnât her little boy chasing after her in light-up sneakers anymore. this is a young man, strong and fast and determined, standing toe-to-toe with her in a way sheâs not sure sheâs ready for.
âokay,â she mutters, mostly to herself, before squaring up again. her smirk is back, but thereâs a crack in it now, something raw and real.
you canât tell if sheâs about to cry or pull out some WNBA-level moves to humble him. probably both.
she pivots quickly, pushing past whatever moment of realization is trying to overwhelm her, and spins the ball on her finger. itâs her signature moveâflashy, playful, a little intimidatingâand derek doesnât even flinch.
âyou ready, champ?â she asks, her voice lighter now, but thereâs an edge of something sharper beneath it. a challenge.
derek doesnât answer with words. instead, he spreads his arms wide, crouching into a defensive stance that is so polished, so deliberate, you know paige is holding her breath. he looks so much like her right now that itâs almost comical.
she dribbles once, twice, testing his reactions, and when she goes for her crossover, derek reads it perfectly. he steps in, steals the ball clean, and sprints toward the hoop.
âoh no, you didnât!â paige calls out, chasing after him with a burst of speed that makes you forget, for a second, how many years itâs been since she was tearing up college courts.
but derek is quick too. too quick. he pulls up just outside the key and lets the ball fly.
swish.
âha!â derek pumps his fist, turning to face her with a grin that practically splits his face in two. âwhat was that about being the queen of the court?â
paige stares at him, wide-eyed and speechless, and for a second, you wonder if sheâs about to break into some long-winded lecture about fundamentals or footwork. but then she starts laughing. not her usual confident chuckle, but a real, uncontrollable laugh that fills the yard and makes derek laugh too, even though heâs not entirely sure whatâs so funny.
âokay, okay,â she says, shaking her head and wiping the corner of her eye. âyou got one. one. donât let it go to your head, kid.â
but you can see the way sheâs looking at him now, how her expression has softened. sheâs proud, maybe even a little in awe, but thereâs something else too. a quiet grief tucked beneath all that love, the kind that only comes with watching your child grow into someone who doesnât need you quite as much as they used to.
âyou gonna keep standing there, or you want a rematch?â derek asks, spinning the ball on one finger like heâs trying to show off.
paigeâs eyebrows shoot up. âoh, youâre feeling bold now, huh?â
she lunges for him, snatching the ball back before he can react, and charges toward the hoop with a determination that feels almost desperate. you watch her lay it in, clean and smooth, and as she jogs back to her side of the makeshift court, you catch her glance in your direction.
thereâs a flicker of something in her eyes. something just for you.
heâs growing up too fast, isnât he?
you smile at her, a small, knowing smile that says i see you, and i feel it too.
the game gets more intense after that. derek stops holding back, and so does paige. itâs not just a casual driveway scrimmage anymoreâitâs two competitors locked in battle. paige pulls out her best moves, step-backs and fadeaways that she used to dominate with back in her UConn days. derek matches her with raw energy and a knack for improvisation that makes you think he might actually have a shot at going pro someday.
âfifteen-fourteen,â paige says, breathless as she dribbles at the top of the key. âgame point. you sure youâre ready for this?â
âare you?â derek shoots back, grinning as he wipes sweat from his brow.
you lean against the railing, your heart pounding in your chest, and you wonder if they even realize youâre still there. probably not. this moment is theirs, and youâre happy to let them have it.
paige makes her move, driving hard to the left before spinning back to her right, but derek is ready. heâs there, blocking her path, his hands up and his stance steady. she tries to shoot over him, but heâs too tall now, too quick, and he swats the ball away with a force that makes it bounce halfway across the driveway.
âgame,â he says, breathless but triumphant.
paige just stands there, hands on her hips, staring at him like she canât quite believe what just happened. and maybe she canât. maybe none of you can.
âguess the torch has officially been passed,â you say, stepping off the porch and walking toward them.
paige looks at you, her mouth opening like sheâs about to argue, but then she closes it again. she shakes her head, laughing softly, and pulls derek into a hug thatâs more aggressive than affectionate but still manages to say everything she canât.
âyou did good, kid,â she murmurs, her voice softer now, almost fragile.
âthanks, mom,â derek says, his own voice quiet but steady.
and as you stand there, watching the two of them, you feel it tooâthe ache, the pride, the bittersweet weight of it all. heâs not her little boy anymore. heâs not your little boy anymore. but heâll always be yours, in every way that matters.
later that night, the house feels softer somehow, quieter. derek is curled up in your lap on the couch, his head resting against your chest, his breath steady and even in sleep. the game must have worn him out, and itâs in this peaceful stillness that you really notice how much heâs grown. his limbs are long now, gangly in a way thatâs both awkward and endearing, and his features are sharper, more defined.
paige is sitting across from you, one leg tucked under her, cradling a mug of tea she hasnât touched. the warm glow of the lamp casts a golden hue over her face, softening the edges of her playful smirk. but thereâs something in her eyes, something that lingers even when she cracks a small grin.
âyou remember when he couldnât even dribble without falling over?â she says, breaking the silence. her voice is light, teasing, but thereâs a thread of something deeper woven into her words.
you hum, brushing a hand gently through derekâs hair. âbarely. feels like it was forever ago.â
âright?â she leans back, balancing the mug on her knee as she looks at the two of you. âi mean, this is the same kid who cried for two hours because he lost his first pair of basketball shoes. two hours, babe. and now heâs out there blocking me like heâsâi donât knowâprime lebron or something.â
you laugh softly, careful not to wake derek. âheâs got your moves, though. the spin, the step-back? thatâs all you.â
âyeah, well, he didnât get my height,â she quips, a hand running through her hair. âdudeâs a giant already. whereâs he even getting that from?â
but you see itâthe way she bites the corner of her lip, the way her fingers fidget with the handle of her mug. sheâs trying to hide it, trying to mask the ache with humor, and itâs so her that it makes your chest tighten.
âyou okay?â you ask gently, your eyes meeting hers.
paige hesitates, her smirk faltering for a fraction of a second before she shrugs. âyeah. iâm fine. itâs just⊠weird, you know? one minute, heâs begging me to let him stay up late to watch a game, and the next, heâs dunking on me in the driveway.â
âhe didnât actually dunk on you,â you tease, and it earns you a soft laugh.
âokay, fine, but you know what i mean.â she sets the mug down on the coffee table, leaning forward now, her elbows resting on her knees. âheâs just⊠heâs not a kid anymore. i mean, he is, but heâs not, you know? like, i remember his first steps. he was so wobbly, and now heâs out there moving like heâs been doing it forever.â
her voice gets quieter, her words slower, and you can see the way sheâs fighting to keep it together. âand then his first basket? oh my god, i thought i was gonna lose my mind. he was so proud of himself. remember how he made us watch the highlight reel he edited for three weeks straight?â
âcomplete with slow-motion replays,â you add with a soft smile.
âexactly!â she laughs again, but itâs shaky, like sheâs holding something back. âand now heâs⊠i donât know. heâs just different. heâs taller, faster, better. and thatâs the point, right? weâre supposed to want him to grow up, butâŠâ
âitâs hard,â you finish for her, because you know exactly what sheâs trying to say.
paige nods, her gaze dropping to her hands. âyeah. itâs hard.â
you reach out, brushing your fingers against hers, and she looks up at you with that same mixture of pride and vulnerability that makes your heart ache. âheâs still our little boy, though,â you remind her, your voice barely above a whisper.
she smiles at that, a small, genuine smile that reaches her eyes. âyeah. heâll always be ours.â
for a moment, neither of you say anything. the only sounds are the soft hum of the heater and derekâs quiet breaths, and it feels like the three of you are wrapped up in a bubble of warmth and love.
âyou know,â paige says finally, her voice lighter again, âi think i let him win today.â
you raise an eyebrow, barely holding back a laugh. âoh, really?â
âyep. totally on purpose.â she leans back against the couch, crossing her arms like sheâs trying to convince herself as much as sheâs trying to convince you. âi just wanted to boost his confidence. good parenting, you know?â
âuh-huh,â you say, smirking as you run your fingers through derekâs hair again.
but the look she gives youâsoft, teasing, and a little bit rawâreminds you of why you fell in love with her in the first place. she loves so fiercely, even when it hurts, even when sheâs not sure how to handle it. and as you sit there together, watching your son sleep, you think that maybe, just maybe, your heart has never been so full.
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Doctor's In - Part 16
Summary: Your Westview fam reunites with you and Boston as you prepare to leave the city.
A/N: I believe this is what @jerullium and I would call a filler episode but hey! Enjoy if you like Wanda fluff
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You know what the call is about.
âHello?â you practically sing, your eyes on the road.
âStop thatâ Wanda warns you.
âStop what?â
âChanging the music. You know I donât like that girl!â
âBabe, Chappell is greatâ you play dumb.
âIâm the only redhead you can loveâ
âYes, darling. Have you asked the kids yet?â
âJust about to. Iâm picking them up before my mother steals my car and crashes against a police car. Againâ
You want to laugh at how annoyed Wanda sounds. Honestly, youâre dying to meet her mother.
âLet me know if they agree to come so I can get your ticketsâ
âI can do thatâŠâ
âYouâre all flying first class, and thatâs final. Gotta go. Love yaâ
âMe too⊠youâre playing her music again!â she says and you hang up, laughing.
âYou guys are adorableâ Val says, sitting next to you in the car.
âYelena likes to call it ridiculously cornyâ
âSo, not that this is any of my business⊠but why are you looking to work abroad if you are in a relationship with Wanda? I donât think sheâd be willing to move, right?â
âWell⊠thatâs why I was curious about that summer program you mentioned with an NGOâ
Valkyrie knew enough people and organizations to find something that wouldnât mean moving to a different country indefinitely.
And as it turned out, you had a few common friends, including none other than Sharon Carter.
She was a couple years ahead of you in college, but youâd always gotten along. Thanks to Val, you knew she was ready to move back home -her whole family was in Boston- and you were hoping she could take an interest in working for Romanoff Medical Center.
After everything Melina had done for you (even if it was out of self interest to provide Yelena with a mentor), you didnât feel comfortable just leaving without a thought after your contract was up.
As you go meet Sharon at the restaurant, your mind drifts to Billy and Tommy. Would they be excited at the prospect of seeing you? Wanda had only mentioned they went through a rough patch, but you were always too afraid to ask the details.
The sight of Sharon waving at you brings you back to reality.
âCarter girlâ you greet like you did in college, hugging her.
âLook at you, all grown upâ
âLook at you, working for WHOâ
âItâs nothing, reallyâ she shrugs it off, greeting Val as well.
Thereâs some talk about work, just chit chat while the waiter was hanging around waiting to take your order. Once heâs done and you have some space to talk more freely, Sharon turns to you, a smirk on her face.
âYou still a player?â
That makes you choke on your drink, while Val whistles.
âWhat? Here I was thinking this one was a family galâ
âWait, hold up. Thatâs insane. In college, she used to charm every girl. Not even the ones with boyfriends were safeâ Sharon says, making you blush.
âI donât seem to recallâŠâ
âJean Grey.â
âOk, got it. No need to go further into detailâ you interrupt her, suddenly remembering that yeah, you had been a bit of a player in college. âNow Iâm with someone who has two kids, so Iâm looking to return to Westviewâ
âRomanoff Medical is going to need a great Head of Traumaâ Val chimes in.
âThe pay is spectacularâ
âMhm. Heard Melina can be hard to deal withâ Sharon says and you sigh.
âHonestly? Not as much. Not if you do your job and youâre good at it. Like meâ you wink at her.
âWell, Iâd be looking to start in a month or so, because I really wanna get some rest and be with my familyâ
âTiming couldnât be better⊠except I need someone to cover for me this weekend. Do you mind?â
âThatâs going to cost you a mimosaâ
âDoneâ you say, waving at the waiter.
â
Wanda is stalling.
Things were getting better between her and the kids. There was no arguing, even if Billy had decided to quit the soccer team.
She knew they still missed you, but they were starting to heal. And your relationship was going well, but Wanda was afraid of so many things.
Of screwing it up again. Hurting the kids.
Getting hurt.
Though youâd never ever do it, she trusted you completely.
Sheâs still thinking about how to bring up the trip to the kids when she gets a text from you.
Y/N: Hey, itâs been a couple of hours. If youâre not ready or think itâs not the best idea to bring the kids, I get it. They always come first. Just know that I love you no matter what :)
Wanda smiles at that.
She decides to leave her study and go to the twinsâ room, where theyâre doing some homework.
âHey, do you guys have a minute?â she sits in Billyâs bed, and Tommy joins them. âSo, I know we havenât spoken about Y/N. Sheâs been living and working in Bostonâ
âThatâs where youâve been traveling toâ Tommy says, looking up.
âRight. And we ran into each other⊠started talking. She mentioned you could join me on my next trip and weâd all go around the city together. There are some cool stuff to do and seeâ
âSeriously? That would be awesome! Yes, I want to come with you!â Tommy says, excited. Wandaâs about to ask Billy when he jumps out of bed, running to lock himself in the bathroom.
âWait here, sweetheartâ she asks Tommy. âBilly? Whatâs wrong?â
âI donât wanna goâ
âWhy? Are you angry at Y/N?â
âNoâ
âThen me?â
âNoâ he says, this time with less conviction.
âThen what is it?â
âYouâre only making us go so you both can give us the talkâ he says through the door, and Wanda decides to open it.
âWhat talk?â she sits on the floor next to her son, running her hands through his hair.
âThe same talk Emilyâs parents had with her when they were getting a divorce. About how it wasnât her fault and theyâd always love her even if they werenât togetherâ
âNo, thatâs not it at all, Billyâ
âShe just wants to say goodbye to usâ
âI promise you thatâs not it. Weâre both trying hard to fix everything, my sweet boy. Have our family backâ Billy turns around to wipe his face, and Wanda sighs. âWould it make you feel better if Y/N told you herself?â
That makes the boy turn.
Wanda takes out her phone, dialing your number and hoping youâre not too busy with work.
âHey, beautiful. Got any news for me? Will I get to see my boys?â
âY/N!â Billy jumps up, leaning his head against Wandaâs to hear you better.
âBilly? Hey kiddo. How are you? Iâve missed you so damn muchâ
Heâs so excited he doesnât even notice the curse word that leaves your mouth.
âI missed you too! Do you like Boston?â
âItâs alright. Would be a lot more fun if you guys came over to visit me. What do you say?â
âWeâll do some fun stuff?â
âAnd eat ice creamâ
âThis isnât to say goodbye?â
âGoodbye? I have my ticket to Westview in a couple of weeks, Billy. Youâre not getting rid of meâ
âOk, yeah! Weâll see you soon!â he says, excited. You laugh.
âAlright then. Now let me speak to your momâ
He hands over the phone, running back to his room.
âWe have thirty seconds before Tommy comes running to talk to youâ
âOk, Iâll take it to say I love you and canât wait to see you all this weekendâ
âWill we stay at the penthouse?â
âIâm not sure itâs very child friendly so letâs get a suite at a nice hotelâ you say, knowing the place was full of expensive things that could easily break with two kids running around.
Like clockwork, Tommy shows up, kneeling next to his mother.
âY/N! Can we go to a Red Sox game?â
âIâll see what I can do, buddyâ you say. He keeps talking, asking questions about the city.
Billy joins in a second later, and this is the first time in months that Wandaâs seen them so happy and excited.
She canât wait to have her entire family back together.
â
Rumor has it, Fury has found a replacement. He only schedules interviews when Darcyâs away and he asks goody two shoes Kamala Kahn to deliver all the CVs he needs to read.
Sheâd never move to the dark side, unfortunately.
Darcy is running out of ideas to keep the job open.
Thereâs one, though.
âFuck itâ she decides, walking to Furyâs office and ignoring his secretary when she says heâs busy.
He obviously isnât, signing papers.
âYes, Doctor Lewis?â
âIâd like to be consideredâ
âConsidered forâŠâ he says without look up.
âThe position of Head of Traumaâ
Now, that makes Fury pay attention. He smiles, removing his glases.
âI thought you wanted Y/N to come back to her old jobâ
âWell, sheâs taking her sweet time and I donât want anyone else running the ER. So, Iâm your girlâ.
âI still have to interview youâ he says, pulling out Darcyâs file and reading it. âDarcy N. Lewis. What does the N stand for?â
âNone of your businessâ Darcy snaps, forgetting sheâs talking to her boss until Fury levels her with a glare. âNoraâ
âAlright. Letâs start, shall we?â
â
Melinaâs reviewing schedules when she hears a knock on the door.
âAh, just who I wanted to seeâ she says when you walk inside.
âHave I done something?â
âWell, we have a pending discussion about your time with us, donât we?â the woman says, and you appreciate how she goes straight to business.
âI am leaving after the three months we agreed onâ you admit, sitting down in front of her.
âI assumed as much, seeing your girlfriend around these past few weeksâ
âIâm sorry, I know you wanted it to not work outâ you tease, and Melina huffs, offended.
âIâm not some kind of monster! If youâre happy, I am glad to hear it. I just know itâs gonna be incredibly difficult to find someone who canâŠâ
You interrupt her rant by pushing Sharonâs CV in front of her. She skims through it, raising her eyebrows.
âShe worked for the World Health Organization?â
âMhm. Top of her class, outstanding in every way. She also brings a large network and a lot of prestigeâ
Needless to say, those are things Melina loves. Youâre sure sheâd be willing to throw another gala just to show off Sharon.
âWeâd have to do a trial, show her aroundâŠâ
âAlready arranged itâ you say, smiling. Melina keeps reading the file and you know she doesnât need any more convincing, so you take your cue to leave. But thereâs something more you wanna say, as you stand by the door. âHey. Thank you for taking me in. You gave me a place to stay and a job when I was completely broken. I canât imagine what I would have done without your helpâ
âJust make sure⊠sheâs worth it all. That she values you as much as you do her, Y/N. This is your career, and a big sacrifice at thatâ the brunette says, her tone softer.
âYouâre right. Thank youâ you leave with a smile.
â
It feels like everyone decided to fly today. The airport is crowded, you can barely find room to walk and you know Wanda must be struggling with her bag and the two kids who are running around everywhere.
âGod damn itâ you sigh, hoping theyâre managing through the sea of people.
You hear them before seeing them.
âY/N!â Tommy screams. You donât realise where heâs coming from until he crashes against your back, jumping as he hugs you.
âHey, kiddo!â you try to turn around, only to see Billy sprinting at full speed. âOh, ohâ
He gives the final push that knocks you down, and you shriek as they climb on top of you.
âBoys! Honestly, what has gotten into you?â Wanda comes to the rescue a second later. âYou ok?â
âCome here, you twoâ you sit up, hugging them. âMissed you like crazyâ
âAnd what about me?â Wanda pouts. You laugh, standing up and kissing her.
âOf course I missed you too, beautifulâ
Right on cue, they both groan and complain as Wanda kisses you back.
âI didnât miss thatâ Tommy sasses you and you glare.
âIn that caseâŠâ you grab Wanda by the waist, pulling her against you and peppering kisses all over her face.
âBabyâ she laughs, and you silence her a second later with your lips.
âBleghâ they both say, grabbing their backpacks.
âAre they teens now?â you mumble against Wandaâs ear.
âNo, teenage years will be much worse than this. Are you still up for it?â
âIn it for the long run, babyâ
Wanda has to go straight to a work meeting, but you stop by a second to greet Wendy, and make sure she gets a chance to meet the twins.
âIâve heard so much about you!â the woman says.
âTell Wendy what was your favorite story of hers growing upâ
âUh, the one where the kids go to spaceâ Billy says shyly.
âAnd they take their dog! We have a dog too and weâd take him to space with usâ Tommy agrees.
âAlright, astroboys, let them work. Weâre going to a baseball gameâ
âOh, no! Iâm sad Iâll miss it. Have funâ Wanda lies.
You knew sheâd be bored out of her mind so you decided it was as good a time as any to take them to the game.
âYeah, those are so much funâ you say, knowing baseball is incredibly boring for you too. As Wanda says goodbye you pull her close and whisper in her ear. âIâm taking one for the team so be prepared to thank me later, babeâ
âStopâ she tries not to laugh, knowing exactly what you mean. âAnd donât eat a lot of junk foodâ
âYou heard your momâ
âI wasnât talking only to the kidsâ
âRudeâ
As you expected, you still have no clue whatâs going on but the kids enjoy eating nachos and watching men running around after a ball.
âWow, Camarena is about to bat!â
âOh, I met that guy in New Yorkâ you say, remembering how Zach was so excited about that player.
You really need to plan something in the summer for him to meet the twins.
As Camarena prepares to bat, you decide to FaceTime Zach.
âWhere are yooou?â he says, annoyingly close to the screen. âWithout me? Traitorâ
âWhoâs that?â Tommy says, looking away from the game for a split second.
âMy brotherâ
âHi, Iâm uncle Zachâ
âYou canât be our uncle. Youâre too youngâ Billy huffs.
Youâre about to tell them to settle when you hear the familiar sound of people cheering and shouting.
âAh, shit. Not againâ
Another ball falls right on your hand.
Tommy takes your phone, lifting it in the air and dancing with his brother as the camera pans to you.
Honestly, why are people so happy over catching a freakin ball?
Pretty soon you hope thereâs another coming your way and knocks you down, because Zach is arguing over the phone with the boys.
âWe should totally keep it!â
âAre you insane? If he asks for it you can get a picture with him and get him to sign stuff, thatâs worth more!â
âIt wouldnât be the sameâ
Anyway, as the game ends you get called just like last time.
âYou again?â the team manager recognises you and you shrug your shoulders.
âHey, Iâm just as surprised as youâ
âAlright, how about a picture and a signed bat in exchange for the ball?â
You shake your head no and point at the kids.
âYouâre asking the wrong person, pal. Negotiate with these twoâ
Why are you even surprised when they get all demanding? They are Wandaâs kids after all.
In the end, they get one picture each, two signed baseball balls, one of his hats and a glove.
âCome on, your momâs waiting for us at the hotel. You two need to shower so we can grab some foodâ
âNo shower when weâre on vacation!â they chant as you drive back.
âNu-uh, youâre both stinky. Plus you hugged that stinky manâ
âCan we have burgers and milkshakes?â
âYou had nachos and popcorn and soda. Oh, by the wayâ you turn to look at them at the red light. âIf your mother asks you didnât eat all that. Just some popcornâ
âWe can agree if we donât have to showerâ
âShower and Iâll take you to the F1 arcadeâ
Billy and Tommy whisper in the back of the car, considering your proposal.
âDealâ
âFist bumpâ you say, throwing one hand to the back seat so they can seal the deal.
You definitely missed acting like a kid with them.
â
Wanda was right. Youâd never say it out loud because you donât want her to get all cocky.
But the kids have been hyper ever since they arrived and youâre a little out of practice with taking care of them.
Itâs day two and youâre hoping the museum can provide some distraction while you chill with Wanda.
âYou ok, detka? Seems like you ran a marathonâ Wanda comments with a smirk.
âIâm super fine. Just ate a lot for breakfastâ you lie, but still keep her close to your side, hoping you can sit down and watch the kids run around.
And for a little while, everythingâs going well. Until you stumble upon an exhibition.
âHall of Human Lifeâ you read out loud.
Itâs like Disneyland for doctors.
âThatâs so cool!â you say, watching the model of an artery with high blood pressure. Tommy and Billy pick up on your enthusiasm, following you everywhere and asking questions as they go through every station of the exhibit.
Apparently, thereâs a little contest at the end and you join a group of children sitting on the floor.
âAlrightâ the staff woman says, looking around. âWho can tell me how many bones are in the human body?â
â206!â you shout from the back, making every kid turn to look at you.
âCorrect⊠uh, letâs just raise our hands to answerâ the woman asks, thrown off by the sight of an adult in a childrenâs activity. âDoes anyone remember three parts of the eye? Anyone?â
Youâre the only one raising your hand, and the woman gives up with a sigh.
âSclera, iris and retinaâ
It keeps happening with a couple of questions and Wanda is torn between letting you crash the activity or ask you to join her in the back.
As you get ready to argue with a 12 year old over an incorrect answer, Wanda decides you better get going.
âCome here, babyâ
âOk, what you said is incorrect. 1 in 500 people have a cervical ribâ you keep arguing with the kid while Wanda drags you away.
âHereâ she pushes you to the back of an exhibit.
âHey, I was justâŠâ
âWe should let the kids enjoy themselves for a bit, donât you think?â she asks and youâre about to argue when her lips are on yours.
âYeah, thatâs alright I guessâ you sigh, a shiver running down your spine when Wanda bites your bottom lip.
âSo, wanna discuss anatomy with a kid or show me what you know in this little corner?â
âIâm definitely staying hereâ you say, making out like teenagers.
You only notice the activity is over when the kids come looking for you.
âGrossâ Tommy says.
âHey, keep that up and weâll go through the baby section againâ
âNoooâ they both run away, traumatized by the drawings.
âHow I missed babysitting the three of youâ Wanda laughs.
You walk down the rest of the museum, commenting on your favorite thing in each area. As you discuss if they want to go to the aquarium after having some food, Wanda decides to get some souvenirs from the gift shop, Tommy tagging along in hopes of getting a t-shirt.
âYou donât want a t-shirt, beautiful boy?â you ask Billy, and he smiles when you call him that. Itâs his favorite thing, from that John Lennon song.
âI donât want you to be aloneâ
âIâll be fine. Go with Mom, help her shop for something for Pietro and Grandmaâ
âItâs okâ he insists. You hug him and he leans on your side.
âHow have you been? Heard youâre not really into soccer these daysâ
âNo, I only went because Tommy liked it. But itâs not my favorite thing. Plus Daniel was being kind of meanâ he mutters.
âIsnât he Dickâs⊠I mean, Richardâs kid?â you stumble over the nickname.
âYeah. He was saying that it wasnât right that mom was with you and that was why I was weird tooâ
You take a deep breath, turning to look at him.
âYou know thatâs not rightâ
âYeah. Tommy kicked his ass for that. Donât tell mom I said a bad wordâ he remembers and his expression makes you forget the anger for a second.
âMy lips are sealedâ
In that precise moment, Wanda and Tommy come back. Tommy has some dinosaur stuff that he bought for his brother and theyâre busy checking everything out.
âWow, whatâs going on?â Wanda says when you pull her aside.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â you whisper, shaking with anger.
âTell you what? Y/N, calm downâ
âIâm going to kill himâ
âKill who?â
âDick, Richard, whatever his name is. He hurt Billy and Iâm going toâŠâ
âI already dealt with it, please calm downâ Wanda asks.
âUnless you ran him over with your car, itâs not enoughâ
âI did threaten him with thatâ she says, which makes you laugh. âIâm serious. I did tell him Iâd do itâ
Wanda puts her hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.
âAre you better now?â
âYeah. You should have toldâŠâ
âI wanted to but you werenât there. So I had to deal with it the best I couldâ she says and you hang your head in defeat.
You hope one day the guilt of leaving like a coward can disappear.
âI didnât mean it like that. I pushed you away, remember? Letâs just get something to eat. Ok?â
âOkâ you kiss the back of her hand, sighing.
âLook what we got you!â Tommy interrupts, unaware of the tension between you and her mom.
He shows you a plastic dinosaur with a cowboy hat and you scream.
âCoolest thing ever!â
âThree kidsâ Wanda laughs, walking away as you alternate between rawr and yeehaw sounds, holding the dinosaur up in the air.
â
The kids wouldnât get on the plane until you showed them your ticket to Westview. Even then, they complained that two weeks was a long wait.
But still, they got on the plane and you were seeing Wanda next Thursday, as it was her final meeting with Wendyâs team.
âLove you twoâ
âLove you threeâ they answered and how you missed hearing those words from them.
Everything is still the same when you go back to work. But the kids visit has made you look at things differently.
You donât feel so alone, and youâre more optimistic about the future. Even Lorne has noticed and is taking full advantage of your mood.
Yelenaâs the one with the attitude as soon as you come back.
âAnything interesting happened this weekend?â
âAsk your friendâ she says without looking up from her notes.
âWhat did you think of Sharon?â
âSheâs fine. Whateverâ
âFine as in attractive or fine as in capable? I hope itâs the latter because Bishop wonât be happy about the other oneâŠâ
âCan you stop being so fucking annoying for a second?â she snaps, standing up to leave.
Itâs like that the entire day. You ask her to do something and she complains, speaks through her teeth or simply refuses to acknowledge you.
The only thing you can think to do of is bitch about it to Natasha.
âIs your sister in her late teenage years or some shit?â
âSheâs just pissed because youâre leavingâ Natasha doesnât look up either, well aware of Yelenaâs behavior.
âWell, she knew I was leaving after three months! Thatâs hardly a shockâ
âYou were the one that said youâd never move to Boston and here you areâ she levels you with an icy glare. âYou canât really blame her for hoping youâd stick around longer than three monthsâ
âI guess, but still. Itâs nothing personalâ
âShe gets attached easily. Ask mom how many strays she picked on the streetâ
âSo now Iâm a dog?â you say, and Natasha smiles.
âYeah, like a retriever. Youâre always goofy. Plus you catch all those balls like itâs second natureâ
âHeard about the other game, huh?â
âIâm not going to assume what Yelena thinks or feels, but you should definitely talk to herâ Natasha looks at you. âAnd for what is worth, youâve made a good impact on the staff. Theyâre gonna miss you tooâ
âAre you?â you say when she stands up to leave.
âNope. Iâm taking your parking spotâ
âHey!â
She looks back and smiles. You return the gesture, knowing what sheâs trying to say.
âItâs a nice parking spotâ you admit. âCloser to the cafeteriaâ
âExactly. See you laterâ
âThanks. For helping me out with Yelena. And for wanting to be my friend even though I can be an assâ you say.
âYouâre a nice ass. Wait, that came out wrongâ she frowns and you laugh.
âI got the pointâ
Natasha smiles and nods your way one last time. And as far as youâre concerned, youâd really want to keep avoiding Yelena, but you better go and find her.
Sheâs in an on call room, and all but groans when you walk inside.
âIâm leaving in two weeks. Believe or not, itâs not easy for me to make this choice, Yelena. I know staying would be better for my career. Your mom is paying me shitloads of money. And the city has its charm, Iâm not gonna lieâ
âOk, is there a point orâŠ?â
âIâm coming back to Westview because⊠I found the one thing I never thought Iâd have. A family that loves me. After my dad passed away I didnât really have a place to call home. Maybe I shouldnât have come here at all, because it was unfair to create an expectation. But I wonât lie and say I regret it. Youâve grown so much and you have so much talent. Iâm really fucking proud of being your teacherâ
Yelena looks away, and you sigh.
âAnyways, better get back toâŠâ
âThank you. Even if it was for a short time, Iâm happy you were my teacherâ she finally says, wiping a tear and smiling at you.
âThanks, kid. We are a good teamâ you sit next to her, nudging her knee with yours. âOne could even say we trauma bonded, huh?â
âI hate youâ
â
The last thing you want to hear after a very bad shift is Lorneâs voice proposing to play a game.
âI just feel like I never got to know you!â he insists.
âWalking in on me changing clothes wasnât enough for you? Glad youâre knocking after that, by the wayâ
To be honest, it was fun to watch him shriek as he saw you half naked. And how he volunteered to take the sexual harrassment course even though it was pretty obvious he didnât mean to be a peeping tom.
âNo, I mean things like, your favorite cake flavor, or favorite color. And are you a balloon girl? Or more of a glitter gal?â
âNeither. I donât want a farewell partyâ you say, knowing exactly what heâs doing.
Itâs stupid to throw a party to someone whoâs been part of the staff for only three months. And from day one, everyone knew you werenât staying.
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ he plays dumb and you chuckle, signing forms while you check your watch.
You better get going if you want to pick up Wanda from her meeting.
âMhm. No parties. Seriouslyâ you hand over the charts, glaring at him.
He nods, but you donât really believe heâll give up. If Yelena sides with him, youâll have to accept your fate.
âReady to go?â Sharon says, greeting you at the hallway.
Sheâs been picking up some shifts, to see if she likes the job. Melina made her an offer as soon as she sat down for the interview and youâre convinced the only reason she hasnât let you leave early is because Yelena would throw a tantrum.
âYeah, I have to pick up Wanda. Howâs everything? You like it here?â
âVery much, everyoneâs nice. The facilities are amazing and itâs a very interesting challenge. Donât tell anyone yet, but Iâm accepting the job offerâ
âCongratulations. Theyâre very lucky to have youâ you say, smiling.
âThank you, for recommending me. Iâll let you go nowâ she says when she gets paged.
By the time you reach the address Wanda sent out, sheâs wrapping up the meeting.
âDidnât mean to interrupt, Iâm sorryâ you say as you walk in on people chatting around the conference room.
âNot at all, please come inâ Wendy says.
âHello, darlingâ Wanda greets you with a kiss on the cheek. âWe were only talking about tonight. Thereâs this party with some editorsâ
âOh, that sounds niceâ you try not to sound disappointed, because you were hoping to spend the evening with Wanda.
âSorry for the short notice but youâre going to be my plus oneâ Wanda puts her arm around your waist and you relax against her.
âCanât say no to my girlâ
As youâre saying goodbye, Wendyâs assistant stops by. Thereâs a wave of excitement as soon as Lily shows off the baby.
âI thought it was a boyâ Wanda says, approaching her.
âWe did too. Apparently our doctorâs stupid. No offense, Y/Nâ
âHey, I just rode in the ambulance. But congrats. Whatâs her name?â
âMarygoldâ
âI love that nameâ Wanda and you say at the same time.
Lily hands over the baby to Wanda, and as she cooes at the little girl, you look over her shoulder, your hand on Wandaâs waist.
âSheâs such a cutieâ
âYou both look good with a babyâ Wendy jokes and you smile.
âBabe, theyâre conspiring to get us pregnantâ
Wanda tries to laugh at your joke, but your closeness is distracting. She wants to focus on Marygold but gives up a moment later, and you intercept the baby before she returns to her motherâs arms.
âYouâre gonna have to teach me that moveâ Lily comments when you sway her gently and lull her back to sleep.
âNatural talent, Iâm afraidâ you joke.
Youâre so focused on the baby that you donât notice Wandaâs intense gaze on you.
Of course, someone else takes Marygold and you leave with Wanda.
âSo, work thing, huh? Sounds fun. Is it more business, casual?â
âJust a small dinner, nothing fancy. And we definitely donât have to stay for longâ she says, looking out the window.
âYou ok?â you ask after a few moments of silence, placing your hand on her thigh.
âYeahâ Wanda turns to smile at you.
You miss the way she shivers when you squeeze her thigh, and Wandaâs sure youâre keeping your hand there in an innocent gesture.
But seeing you holding a baby, with your strong arms (that are a lot more buff now) practically made her ovulate on the spot.
She has to be extremely patient, but once youâre in your building and the elevatorâs doors close, Wanda corners you, her pupils dilated.
âWanda?â you say, completely blindsided by the way she has you against the metal walls.
âI want you⊠fuck. I want you to put a baby in meâ
Your attention is split between her words and the fact sheâs unbotting her blouse in the middle of the elevator.
âI, technically⊠biologically, I meanâ you stutter as she reveals a black lace bra.
âYouâre not even gonna try?â she taunts, undoing your pants and sinking her hand to play with your clit through your underwear.
âFuck, not what I meant, bunnyâ you mutter against her temple, while she edges you. âCan you behave until we get there?â
âNoâ she says against your lips, swallowing your moans.
The doors open into the Penthouse and youâre about to carry Wanda to the bedroom when she pushes you away.
âWhy?â
âGive me five minutes to changeâ
âYou donât need to change, youâre gonna be nakedâ you whine, taking a look at her cleavage.
âSo you donât wanna see the entire thing? It has stockings. And a thongâ
âCan I rip it off of you?â
âNo. They were very expensiveâ
âIâll reimburse youâ you insist. She laughs and you pout, but let her walk to the room, with an extra sway to her hips just to tease you.
You pace around the kitchen, like a caged animal. To be fair, last time Wanda was here you didnât have a chance to be alone.
That makes you remember the thing you bought and stored inside the safe, just to make sure no one would find it. If Wanda wants to play dirty, you should surprise her as well.
While you adjust the new toy, the bedroom door opens and you practically sprint inside.
âOh, myâ
Wandaâs sitting in bed, her hair down. You take it all in, starting from the heels sheâs still wearing, to her beautiful slender legs, the stockings held by a suspender belt.
You kneel at the foot of the bed, and sheâs happy to make room for you between her legs.
âNo rippingâ she warns you as a hand reaches for her thighs.
âIâm notâŠâ
âIâm seriousâ she says, gripping your chin between her fingers. âSay you understandâ
âI understandâ
âGood girlâ
âYou know, you should be the one beggingâ you say, your hands going up and down her calves while you kiss the exposed skin. âWerenât saying you wanted me to get you nice and pregnant?â
âIt doesnât hurt to remind you I call the shotsâ
âDo you, now?â you smile up at her and Wanda holds her breath. She understands a second too late, that you have something of your own to tease her with.
With a chuckle, you push her thong aside and dart your tongue out, tasting her. You both moan and she places her hand in your head, pulling you closer.
You can tell sheâs close when you feel her movig her hips against your mouth, so you slow down, until sheâs whining.
âI didnât say you could stopâ she says.
âYou better watch your tone or Iâll fuck the attitude out of you, babyâ you stand up, puling your shirt up. Wandaâs hands go down your abs, which is amusing. Ever since you got back together, it hasnât been lost on you how she eyes them and tries to get little peaks when your shirt rides up.
âDid you get a newâŠ?â she says when her hand goes lower, feeling the strap on that youâre packing.
âSee? I am putting a baby in youâ you smile, pushing your thumb past her lips.
Wanda pulls your pants down, and takes the plastic cock between her hands. It takes you by surprise when she spits on it and then smears her saliva all over it. Before you can do anything else, her mouth is on it, and the pressure goes directly to your clit.
âCome on, let me fuck youâ you plead, though youâre on the edge.
âGood old missionary?â Wanda pulls you down with her, your lips meeting in a messy kiss.
âGod, yes, I want to hear your pretty moansâ you say, lining up the toy against her cunt, and you find no resistance as you slide inside.
âFuck, yesâ Wanda moans, holding the back of your neck. You thrust harder when you feel her heels digging on your back, and sheâs everywhere. Her scent is invading your nose, you feel her hot breath against your ear and her moans are all you can hear as you keep fucking her, losing control until she practically screams your name.
âFuck, that was goodâ she says, as you keep moving your hips, waiting for her breathing to slow down. âI need a minuteâ
âOk, Iâll just stay inside and focus on these twoâ you say, pulling the bra down and sucking on one of her nipples.
Wandaâs protests die down in her throat as you move to the other nipple, readjusting so youâre buried deeper inside.
She pushes you and youâre about to complain when she flips you over, straddling your lap.
âAlright then. Round twoâ
âBring it, Maximoffâ
â
Itâs a miracle you leave the penthouse at all. Between having sex on every surface, eating and sleeping, itâs time to leave for Wandaâs work dinner.
âYou look very fuckable, babyâ you compliment her mini skirt, knee high boots and long sleeved sweater.
âIsnât that what youâve been doing all day?â
âI mean, I could picture pulling that skirt up and just fucking you against a wallâ you say, laughing when she puts her head against the headrest.
âLets forget about this work thing and go back to bed, please?â
âThatâs not very professional of youâ
âI know. But youâre not playing fairâ
âIt will be worth the wait, I promiseâ
Wanda gets out of the car as you talk to the valet. She walks inside, saying hello to a few people and picking up a glass of wine. Sheâs about to greet Wendy when a man gets in her way. Itâs one of the assistant editors, though she canât even remember his name.
âHey, Wanda. Glad to see you made itâ
âYeah, of course. I wouldnât miss it for the worldâ she says, though she would absolutely miss it for more hours of hot sex with you.
âI didnât bring anyone either, so maybe we could be each otherâs date?â he jokes, but Wanda doesnât smile at that.
âActually, IâŠâ she tries to say but he completely ignores her.
âAs a matter of fact, I regret not doing this sooner, but I wanted to ask you out. And I know this is your last trip to Boston but I was hoping we couldâŠâ
You walk in that precise moment, smiling at Wanda.
âHi there, sorry. Had to make sure they knew how to park the Corvette. Iâll have what sheâs havingâ you turn to the man, who shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable.
âNot a waiter. Iâm an assistant editor. Working on Wendyâs book. Iâm sorry, I didnât know Wanda was bringing a friendâ
âI didnât know either. Who did you invite, baby?â you play dumb, knowing exactly what was going on.
âNo one, my love. This is my girlfriend, Y/Nâ Wanda leans against you.
âDoctor Y/L/Nâ you correct her before he can introduce himself. You donât want to be on a first name basis with this asshole.
âMy nameâs Bobby. So, what kind of doctor? Eye stuff?â
âTrauma. ER stuffâ
âDrunk people and broken bones?â he tries to joke.
âNo, more like stab wounds. Youâd be surprised how much damage you can do with the tiniest thingâ you comment, picking up a tiny fork with a bored expression. âI mean, just the right spot and your entire carotid blows up. Gone in three secondsâ
âOh, darling, not everyone gets your medical humorâ Wanda laughs a little too loud, pulling you away. âAnyways, nice talking to you, Bobbyâ
Bitch ass Bobby.
âShut upâ Wanda nudges your side, but sheâs laughing too.
âDid I say that out loud?â
âYesâ she smiles when you pull her close.
âDidnât like the way he was staring. I mean, you are beautiful and everyone should acknowledge it. But he looked like he thought he had a chanceâ
âNothing could be further from the truthâ
âBetween this and tiny Dick back in Westview Iâm thinking I should put a ring on it before they cause any more troubleâ you laugh, kissing her temple.
Itâs a joke and Wanda can tell, because immediately after speaking youâre gulfing down entrees and talking about your plans for tomorrow, but she still thinks about the ring she found and how itâs been sitting on a box for three months now.
âEverything ok, babe?â
âYeah, just tiredâ she says, and itâs not exactly a lie, not after four hours worth of cardio.
âWe can relax tomorrow. Iâll cook for youâ you promise.
Wendy and other people approach you and youâre charming them in no time. Itâs very amusing to learn they all heard the story of Lilyâs baby and how you walked in to save the day.
Speaking of which, at some point during the evening, someone calls for a doctor.
âHuhâ you comment when you spot Bobby coughing, something clearly stuck on his throat.
âGoâ Wanda pushes you, but you lean against the bar, sipping on your drink.
âDonât worry, itâs fine. He has one more minute before it gets dangerousâ
But at Wandaâs insistence, you sigh and put your glass down, walking towards the man.
âAlright, here we goâ you say, doing the good old Heimlich maneuver on him. Though your grip might be a little too strong as you squeeze his mid section.
Something comes flying out of his mouth and you put him down, looking bored.
âSee? Heâs fineâ you say when you return to sit next to Wanda. He looks anything but, shaking and losening his tie. âI mean, heâs not dyingâ
Wanda rolls her eyes, but kisses your cheek. You spend the rest of the evening glued to her side, hands wandering down her back and gripping her waist. Itâs like youâre addicted to feeling Wandaâs body against yours.
âYouâre making it really hard to focusâ she teases when youâre finally alone.
âIâm sorry, I guess Iâm gonna miss you. I know Iâm going back to Westview next week but IâŠâ
âWhat?â
âItâs nothingâ you look away, sighing.
âDetkaâ
But Wendy takes Wanda to meet some people, and you stay at the bar, looking around the room. When Wanda finally comes back, she can tell youâre tired and she says goodbye to everyone.
âLets walk for a bitâ she asks, taking your hand and pulling you towards a park. You nod and follow her, still thinking about everything youâre feeling.
Your thougts are interrupted by a street musician, singing a song youâre not familiar with.
âI know this oneâ Wanda says, reading your expression. âReflecting lightâ
âItâs really beautifulâ
âCome onâ she offers her other hand, and you smile, your hands on her waist as she rests her head on your shoulder.
âWhatâs wrong?â she finally asks and you laugh.
âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â
âI know youâ
âI justâŠâ you sigh, looking at her. âIâm going back to Westview and I have to undo the mess I left at the hospital. The city will be the same, but Iâm not the same anymore⊠and I donât know, Iâm scared that everything will just feel wrong, or Iâll screw upâ
âSweetheartâ Wanda interrupts your rambling. âI donât think either one of us is the same. But thatâs a good thing. It means we learned from our mistakes and weâre stronger. Itâs gonna be alrightâ
âYou promise?â
âI can promise you this. Iâm here for better and worseâ
"Sickness and health?â you joke, but your heart beats faster when Wanda looks into your eyes, nodding slowly.
âYes, my love. Through all of thatâ she promises, kissing you softly.
As you sway to the soft music, you both think about the future together.
Itâs looking good as long as you have each other.
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mascot!jj had charmed you.
he had handed you the party invite whilst wearing the full mascot get up, sweaty hair stuck to his head, cheeks flushed post game, tongue wetting his lips. jj was an odd one, the rules were different at college. you can be a dork, a mascot for the sports team â but if you were likeable, charming, and cute â youâd still get invited places.
âbetter see you there, iâm like, so serious.â heâd grinned when he placed the flier in your hand, eyes lingering before he runs off to hand out more.
now there you were, watching him be a social butterfly â shyly stood at his side with a tight dress on. it was nice to see him without the big mascot costume, now stood there â looking alot less sweaty, the college sweatshirt on, a cap sat snugly backwards on his head. you already knew he was cute and charming, but tonight you were seeing him in a different light. the type that made you down your drink a lot quicker, needing that buzz of confidence.
you were aware of rafeâs presence at this party, and that he wanted you â so naturally he wasnât very happy about seeing you lingering around jj the whole night. the cameron boy was already pretty gone by the time youâd turned up, so it was hard to keep his attention for too long anyway â rafe getting sucked into beer pong with the boys or worse, disappearing to the bathroom and reappearing fifteen minutes later sniffing and playing with his nose. heâd give you a sweaty five minutes, grinding up behind you on the dance floor before running off to force his friends to âchug.â
but you had jjâs attention. he didnât miss a beat.
when it came to passing around a joint, he practically smacked it out of his friends hand to grab at it.
âdude, seriously â yâgotta offer it to the lady first. where are your manners? likeâŠâ he scolds, shaking his head before holding it up with raised brows. âcare for some greens mâlady?â he presents, making you giggle. you lower your voice, a little embarrassed.
âiâve never done that before.â
heâs quick, eyes widening and jerking his hand away. âohâ forget it then. itâs gone. sâtotally cool we donât gottaââ
âwaitâ no i⊠i wanna try⊠with you.â you bring your hands to a clasp on your lap, lifting your shoulders shyly as if to bat away the eyes on your interaction, and you physically watch him melt. not only in relief, but in adoration.
âwhâ really? donât feel like you have to. iâm cool either way.â
you take two tokes and youâre done, and jj is indeed cool with it. chuckling as he takes it away from you, he brings it to his own mouth, inhaling before blowing away from you and standing up. âyâknow what? sometimes two is like, more than enough. gettinâ you some water âkay, two secs.â
youâre all warm and hazy as you watch him walk away, grinning ear to ear as you donât even acknowledge rafe shoulder checking him as they pass eachother, saying something you donât hear. jj flips him off as he walks on, and thatâs that. youâve never had two guys fight over you before, and though usually you hate the attention being on you, even when youâre up dancing on that fieldâ you couldnât help but feel some arousal stirring inside you. it was nice to feel wanted.
maybe thatâs why you downed your drink, why that shyness started to drain your body, why you ended up in some sorority chicks walk in closet, practically climbing jj maybank as you frantically overlap tongues.
you canât believe the words flying from your mouth as you pant wetly in his ear, so beside yourself you couldnât believe it. his hand is stuffed down your panties, jaw dropping when he really acknowledges how soaked you are. âwannaâ wanna suck you off, jayj.â you moan, and even in the moment you know you sound like a desperate pornstar. jj physically shudders, eyes screwing shut like he could cum right there.
âyouâ okayâ i mean thereâs no way like youâre impossibly hot and should be seriously like⊠not interested in me dude â sorry not dude, youâre not aâ whatever, lemme make you cumâ see how ya feel after.â
he shakes his head at his own rambling, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek when you freeze to listen to him with wide glossy eyes, biting his lip and scrunching his nose in concentration as he extends his arm a little more, trying to find that spot. surprisingly, it seemed like heâd done this quite a few times before. if you werenât so aroused, your stomach mightâve twisted in jealousy.
he sinks his middle finger inside you, and extends his thumb to dust little circles over your clit and your knees buckle, jaw dropping. he supports more of your weight, nodding knowingly. âyup. theeere it is. alright, lemme get you right mama.â
and that he did.

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heaven is a place on earth (b.b)
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female!Reader Word count: 4.6k CW: Smut and swearing. MINORS DNI.
A roller rink with the Daggers, a bet with Bradley Bradshaw, and a photo booth thatâs about to get way too hot. Lose the game, make the moveâneither one of you is backing down, especially when the stakes are so high.
Rollerskating wasâof courseâMickeyâs idea. Who else, at the ripe age of 32, would suggest it when faced with the question of what to do on a Friday night?
It had come about earlier in the week when Javy complained that he was bored of spending every Friday at The Hard Deck. At first, you were shocked to hear it, but the more you thought about it, the more you realised that you felt the same. The Hard Deck was great and would always be the Dagger Squadâs designated hangout spot, but you could do with a change.
Everybody agreed, but by Thursday night, there was still no plan for the following evening. Jake had suggested a country bar in the city, which you and Reuben had liked the sound of. Turns out, you were the only ones.
Natasha had suggested sushi, but you werenât a fan and Mickey didnât think it was exciting enough for your first Friday adventure away from The Hard Deck.
You were getting ready for bed when the text came through to the Dagger Squad group chat.
And thatâs how you found yourself lacing up the old pair of skates youâd dug out from the back of your closet.
âSince when do you own rollerskates?â Jake retorted.
âSince college.â You replied. âI got a lot of use out of them. I had a friend who loved skating, and she forced me to buy a pair.â
Jake raised a brow. âDoesnât match up with the version of you I have in my head.â
âYouâre just annoyed âcause Iâm gonna show you up. Bet youâre shit at skating.â You smirked.
Bradley, who was lacing up his own skates next to you, huffed a laugh. Jakeâs shit-eating grin faltered. He was getting that look he always got when he challenged someone.
âHow hard can it be?â He asked, full of fake bravado.
âItâs harder than it looks.â You told him.
âTen bucks says you fall on your ass before I do.â
You looked up at him and smirked, reaching your hand out so you could shake on it. âOh, youâre so on.â
âMaterial Girlâ by Madonna blasted through the overhead speakers, and disco lights spattered the rink with colour. The neon-coloured seats outside the rink were shaped like giant blobs of paint, and the Daggers were spread across three of them, getting ready to make total fools of themselves.
Bob shifted uneasily as he eyed his feet, trying to figure out how to stand up without sprawling flat out on the ground. You stood up easily and glided over to him, earning you a whistle from Reuben.
âYou okay, Bobby?â You asked, even though you already knew the answer.
He offered you a weak smile. âIâve never skated before.â
âThatâs okay, Iâll help.â
You held out both hands and he took them tentatively. His palms were slick with nervous sweat, and you had to swallow a laugh. It would only make him more nervous if he thought you were making fun of him.
âAlright, on the count of three. OneâŠtwoâŠâ
And then you pulled him up. He couldnât straighten his legs at first, and he wobbled a bit, but after a couple of seconds he was standing up straight and steady.
âThere you go.â You praised. âEasy peasy.â
Nat, who was leaning against the edge of the rink waiting for everyone, clapped.
âNow youâve actually gotta move, Floyd.â She called out.
Bob glanced at her nervously.
âIgnore her. You fly in multi-million dollar jets every day, Bob. You can get yourself from here to the rink.â
Thankfully, this turned out to be precisely the right thing to say. You held on to one of his hands, and the two of you gently edged over to Nat. It took longer than it should have, but he was still upright by the time he got there, so you counted that as a win.
âWell done.â You beamed.
You were about to step out onto the rink when Mickey called out your name.
âCan I get a ride, too? Iâm stuck!â He yelled.
You rolled your eyes. âThis was your idea!â
âYeah, but that doesnât mean I know how to skate!â
You whizzed over to where Mickey was standing. He smiled sheepishly as you took his hand and repeated the same steps youâd taken with Bob. Mickey almost fell over, but he was right by the rink by that point, so he grabbed the edge to stop it from happening.
Effortlessly, you spun around. âOkay, anybody else?â
Bradley rolled over almost as effortlessly as you had. He was wearing one of his more âout thereâ Hawaiian shirts, and the pink flowers seemed to glow in the dark. Honestly, you were a bit gutted that he didnât need your helpâit wouldâve been a good excuse to hold his hand.
He leaned down so you would be able to hear him. âHangman needs help, but heâs too proud to admit it.â Bradley murmured, his breath warm against the side of your neck.
You hoped he didnât notice the goosebumps that broke out across your skin.
âI wouldnât help him even if he asked.â You retorted.
Javy and Reuben managed to get over to the rink's edge without much trouble, but Jake was checking his phone one last time and ensuring it was secure in the pocket of his jeans.
âWhatâre you waitinâ for, Hangman?â You shouted.
He rolled his eyes, and you and Bradley both laughed.
Jake on roller skates reminded you of a baby deer that hadnât learned to walk properly yet. You suspected you would be ten bucks richer in the next five minutes.
Madonna gave way to âTake On Meâ by Aha, and Bradley nudged your arm with his elbow.
âI love this song, letâs get out there. Hangman will catch up.â
His smile and joyous energy were infectious, so you followed him onto the rink without a word, and without looking back at poor Jake who was stuck behind a group of kids who were skating better than he was.
âItâs the carpet.â You heard him say. âIâll be fine once I get off the carpet.â
Reuben, Coyote, and Nat were right behind Bradley and you. You mistakenly thought it would be a while before any of them could catch up on you, but then Nat glided past you, her dark hair billowing out behind her.
âWhoa, Phoenix! I thought you couldnât skate!â Bradley exclaimed.
She spun around, so she was rolling backwards. âI never said that. There are plenty of things you donât know about me!â
She sped off. Reuben and Javy tried to catch up, but their glides werenât long enough, and they wobbled a lot.
âYouâre shuffling, not skating.â You instructed. âYou need to push the tips of your toes into the floor and then push forward.â
They wore matching confused frowns, and you huffed in annoyance. âItâs hard to explain. Just watch my feet!â
When the song's chorus kicked in, you pushed off and started taking long strides across the rink. When you got close to the edge, you leaned to your left to get around the corner, and then picked up your speed. It felt like being 21 again, carefree and full of boundless energy.
By the time Mickey, Bob and Jake finally joined the rest of the squad on the rink, you'd done three loops.
Reuben and Javy watched you closely; before long, they were building their confidence. Bradley was skating next to them, watching you with an impressed smirk.
It was easily the most fun youâd had in months.
Especially when Jake got too cocky, sped up and went straight into the barrier around the rink. You felt it in your body when he smashed into the floor.
You got to him quickly and helped him back onto his feet.
âAre you hurt?â You asked.
âJust my pride.â
You grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. âIn that case, you owe me ten dollars.â You said, and then you were on your way again.
Nat was teaching Bob and Mickey the same technique youâd taught Javy and Reuben, who were now racing each other around the rink. Youâd slowed down next to Bradley to watch the commotion that was sure to end in tears.
Not five seconds later, the same group of kids that had gotten in Jakeâs way were right in their path. The pair of them were going way too fast to stop, and before you could shout, the whole lot of them were in a pile on the floor. Both you and Bradley doubled over in hysterics, unable to breathe properly.
You were laughing so hard that you almost fell over. Bradley grabbed your waist with his big, strong hands, steadying you immediately. The warmth of his touch through the skin-tight fabric of your tank top was something you doubted youâd be able to forget anytime soon.
âEasy, sweetheart.â He said gruffly.
Your heart pitter-pattered, loud and fast enough that you were sure he could hear it over âHeaven Is A Place On Earth.â Your mind wandered to the other places you wouldnât mind those hands being, and you were nearing dangerous territory. Like, not-being-able-to-look-Bradley-in-the-eye-without-kissing-him territory.
But then Mickey rolled up beside you, the rest of the Daggers in tow, demanding your hand. Apparently, there was a first time for everything, because suddenly, youâd all made one long link. A friendship link, as Mickey had so gleefully yelled. You were skating around the rink in one long chain, laughing and singing along to Belinda Carlisle. It was a neon-coloured, cotton-candy scented dream.
Nearly two hours passed. The time flew by so quickly that when someone announced over the intercom that the seven o'clock group had only 5 minutes left, you were genuinely gobsmacked.
âThereâs no way weâve been here that long already!â Mickey exclaimed.
âI know right,â you said, pretty bummed out. âWeâre gonna have to come back, I really enjoyed tonight.â
Nat looped her arm through yours. âI think even Hangman enjoyed himself towards the end.â
Jake was in front of you, trying to learn how to skate backwards with Bradley, who kept catching your eye on purpose.
There had always been chemistry between you, but nothing had ever come of it. In actual fact, tonight was the most obvious the two of you had been about it.
Unfortunately, you didnât have time to dwell on this too much, because you had to get off the rink. The group chatted happily as they removed their skates and put their shoes back on. Everybody else had rented skates, so you went outside to wait while they returned them.
After two hours of skating, the fresh air was a relief. Your skates were tied together, slung over your shoulder, and you closed your eyes and lifted your face to the sky, breathing deeply. A night with your squad always left you feeling whole in ways that alone time didnât.
âY/N!â Bradley called.
You turned around to find him standing in the doorway holding what appeared to be two beers.
âThereâs an arcade upstairs, and bowling. You cominâ back in?â
This wasnât part of the plan, but you were happy that the night wasnât over yet.
âWhat, so I can kick your ass at every game?â You teased.
Bradley cocked a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching as he suppressed a smirk. God, you wanted to kiss that stupid mouth.
âHow about we make a bet of our own?â He said, watching as you strolled over to him.
You didnât stop until you were right in front of him, close enough that if you stood on your tiptoes just slightly, your lips would be touching.
âWhat do you have in mind?â
He stared at you intently, eyes dark with lust. His brief glance at your glossed lips was a dead giveaway. âFirst one to lose a game has to make the first move.â He rasped.
You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and he released a short, exasperated breath.
âDeal.â
Reuben, Javy, Bob and Mickey were locked into a serious game of bowling. You werenât sure, but you thought they were playing for money. Nat and Jake were playing air hockeyârather viciously. After dumping your skates, you and Bradley set about choosing a game to play.
Mickey had really lucked-out by finding this place. The arcade was chock-full of different games and amusementsâso many that you were overwhelmed by choices.
Bradley suggested Mortal Kombat, to which you politely declined. You counter-offered the race car sim, but Bradley wasnât feeling it.
After playfully debating pros and cons for most of the games, the pair of you found yourself in front of Dance Dance Revolution.
There were so many pros for this one. For one, you kicked ass at DDR. For two, you would be in close proximity the entire time. You could accidentally trip him up or something.
Bradley shook his head slowly. âUh-uh. Nope.â He made a point of popping the âpâ.
âWhy?â You whined. âPlease, itâll be fun. Besides, I suck at this game so Iâll probably lose anyway.â You lied.
Bradley eyed you suspiciously. Then, he got distracted and he trailed over your entire body. You might as well have been standing naked in front of him, for the way it made you feel.
He licked his bottom lip and you shivered. âFine. Dance battle it is.â
You stepped onto the DDR platform, rolling your shoulders as the neon lights flickered over the screen. Bradley took the spot next to you, cracking his knuckles like he was about to go into battle.
He glanced over, that cocky smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth. âThink you can keep up with me, sweetheart?â He teased, nudging your shoulder.
The machine beeped, the song selection flashing across the screen, and you scrolled through the options with deliberate slowness, dragging out the moment just to watch him fidget. His hands settled on his hips, chest rising and falling as he exhaled through his nose. Oh, he wants to win. Badly.
But when you finally picked a song and stepped back, Bradley leaned inâjust enough for his breath to ghost over your cheekâand murmured, âHope you donât get too distracted.â
The countdown ticked down, and the first notes of the song exploded from the speakers. The arrows rolled up the screen, and you both moved in sync, feet tapping out the rhythm like it was second nature. You were laser-focusedâat first. But then you glanced over, and Bradley was watching you, not the screen.
He was still nailing every step, his body moving effortlessly, but his eyes? They flickered over to yours, his smirk widening when he caught you looking. Oh, he was playing dirty.
âYouâre slowing down, sweetheart.â He taunted over the pounding bass, his voice smug and dripping with amusement.
You gritted your teeth and snapped your gaze back to the screen, doubling downâfaster steps. Perfect timing. Your score started climbing, matching his. But thenâdistraction struck back.
Bradley suddenly rolled his hips with the beat, his arms lifting slightly like he was actually dancing instead of just playing, and your brain stuttered.
âOh, come on.â You huffed, missing an arrow.
His laughter was rich and victorious, but you didnât have time to glare at him. The song kicked into high gear, the steps coming rapid-fire, and you forced yourself to focus, willing your feet to move faster, faster, untilâ
The screen flashed.
PLAYER TWO: GAME OVER.
Your heart sank as you realised what just happened. One tiny misstep, one moment of distraction, andâ
Bradley whooped, punching the air. âAnd that, sweetheart, is game.â He crowed, stepping off the platform with the swagger of a man who knew exactly what was coming next.
Your stomach flipped as he turned back to face you, grinning like the cat who got the cream. âYou remember the bet, donât you?â
Oh, you remembered.
And from the way he was looking at youâhis lips slightly parted, his hands twitching at his sides like he was holding himself backâso did he.
Youâd felt pretty confident up until about five seconds ago, and now the rug had been ripped out from under you. The DDR machine was in a poorly lit corner at the back of the arcade. Panicking slightly, you scanned your surroundings, trying to devise a plan. What if someone saw you? Were you supposed to kiss him?
Then your attention was snagged by the photo booth against the opposite wall. It was nestled between the back wall and a claw machine full of Jellycats. If this next part went well, you made a mental note to bring Bradley back here and make him win one for you.
Now you had a plan, your confidence was slowly trickling back in. After one more glance around the space to make sure none of the Daggers were watching, you grabbed Bradleyâs hand and pulled him towards the photo booth.
âRomantic.â He quipped, a shit-eating grin to rival Jakeâs plastered on his face.
If you thought DDR was close quarters, this was something else entirely. The bench was just big enough for the two of you.
You pushed the button to start it up, and prepared to pose for the first picture.
You knew the first one would be cute, because you and Bradley were both grinning like lovesick fools. As the countdown began for the second picture, your confidence finally hit max capacityâŠ
Without giving yourself time to back out, you put your hand on the top of Bradleyâs thigh and just before the camera snapped, you (not so) gently grabbed his dick. Now you were the one sporting the shit-eating grin, and Bradleyâs head snapped towards you. That move had made him practically rabid.
You stared each other down, the countdown totally forgotten about. It didnât matter, anyway. You were perfectly on time without even trying.
One minute, you were staring, and the next, Bradley was on you. Your hands were in his hair as he pulled you onto his lap and let both of his hands rest on your ass. The kiss was sloppy and frantic; you didnât dare stop even though you were breathless. Youâd been waiting a long time for this. You silently thanked your past self for choosing this little white tennis skirt. You could feel Bradleyâs hard-on through your underwear.
His hands, which were on top of your skirt, now reached under so he was touching bare skin (another thank you to your past self for the pretty white thong). This only seemed to intensify the moment, because his lips moved to your neck. It was your turn to make noise when he began sucking on the sweet spot just below your earlobe. Honestly, you hadnât meant for the moan to escape you, but it had, and heâd definitely heard it.
Bradley stopped only to tease you. âOh, you like that do you?â
âB-bradley.â You breathed.
âOkay, okay.â He whispered. âIâll carry on.â
And he did. You became a squirming, writhing mess on top of him, and he was eating it up. Youâd lost the bet and you wanted to take some control back. While he was busy kissing your neck, you undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and reached in. You were sly and quick about it, and he barely had enough time to register what you were doing before you were palming his dick over his boxers.
Bradleyâs breath caught in his throat as he tilted his head back up to look at you. His eyes were all pupil, and his cheeks were as red as the photo booth curtain. How was it possible for a man to be so fucking sexy and so adorable at the same time?
You had him right where you wanted him. Or so youâd thought. Stupidly, you found yourself getting distracted by the size of him, and thatâs when he took two fingers and slipped them underneath the wet fabric separating you from him. All he had to do was make one stroke, and you were mewing in his lap.
âUnless you want me to fuck you in this photobooth,â you snapped. âYou better cut that shit out.â
A deep, husky chuckle rolled through him, vibrating against your chest. You were half-joking, but he took your threat seriously. Adjusting slightly, he pulled his jeans down so they were at his knees, and then let you resume your former position. If you shimmied forward slightly, youâd be sitting directly on his dick, just his boxers and your flimsy underwear between you. Luckily for you, you didnât have to decide whether to do that or not, because Bradley gripped your thighs and pulled you forward.
Dizzy with lust, you reached around and pulled his length from his boxers. Following your lead, he pulled your thong to the side, and slowly pushed two fingers deep into the heat of you. You bit back a moan that would have been far too loud, and his smirk was so frustrating that you had to cover his mouth with yours to hide it. He licked your bottom lip, and you let him taste you. It was a good distraction from the noises you were thinking about making.
âI donât have a condom.â He whispered against your lips.
You were in such a state of ecstasy that you could barely get two words out. You just about managed to say one, which was simply âpill.â
He chuckled darkly again, and you tightened around his fingers. âCan you give me a full sentence, pretty girl? I need to make sure weâre both on the same page.â
He was being genuine, but he also couldnât help himself. He added another finger and watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.
âSweet girl?â He prompted.
You had a death grip on his bicep. âIâm. On. The. Pill.â You said through gritted teeth.
âSee,â he whispered, positioning himself beneath you. âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
âIâm gonna get you back for that someday, Bradshaw.â
âI look forward to it.â
His tip pressed against your entrance. Briefly, you wondered what would happen if one of the Daggers, or some random stranger, came down to this end of the arcade. But then you were sinking onto Bradleyâs cock, and the worries just melted away. As he gripped your hips and to help you get a rhythm, the phrase ârearrange my gutsâ took on a totally new meaning. You groaned, and Bradley captured your lips in a brief kiss.
âQuiet, sweetheart.â
Something about his commanding tone made it harder to keep quiet. You bit down on your lip to keep from shouting his name at the top of your lungs.
You were having sex. With Bradley Bradshaw. In a photo booth.
If Bradley hadnât suddenly grabbed your hips, lifted you slightly, and started thrusting up into you, you wouldâve laughed.
âFuck,â he stuttered. âYou feel so good.â
You were close. You tightened around him and he groaned againâit was your new favourite sound.
âIâm-â
âMe too.â
And then both of you were coming. Hard. His head rolled back as he tipped over the edge and spilled into you. It felt like someone had used your nerve endings to light a match.
You rode out your highs together, and when you were spent, you let out a long, shaky breath.
âHoly fuck.â You said.
Bradley ran a hand through his hair. âWell, I hope you like souvenirs, baby, âcause weâre keeping those pictures.â
You laughed. âWe should probably get out of here. Weâve been missing a while.â
He kissed you again, for good measure. âI need to ask you something.'
You cocked your head. âWhat?â
âWas that a one time thing?â
âI really, really hope not.â
Back at the bowling lanes, Jake and Nat had joined in the fun. When you and Bradley appeared, everybody turned. Jake grinned wickedly. You locked eyes with Bob and he diverted his gaze very quickly. Nat was glaring at Bradley like a disappointed mother. Mickey and Reuben both handed Javy twenty bucks. All of this happened over the course of five, extremely drawn-out seconds.
âYou two were gone a while.â Nat pointed out, folding her arms.
You and Bradley glanced at each other, unsure how to approach this situation.
âWe were playing Dance Dance Revolution.â You told her. âI lost a bet.â
âReally.â She droned, sounding almost bored.
Oh, she knew alright.
You scrambled for something to say, tried to ignore the heat of everyoneâs eyes burning into you. It was like they could see your sinful act written all over you.
And the ground might as well have opened up and swallowed you whole when Nat said: âTake any nice pictures?â
A/N: Just a little one shot while I try to motivate myself to finish my WIPs. This is my first time writing smut, so if it sucks, go easy on me.
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Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?

A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!
Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.
Wc: 4.9k


"Oh look, your favorite is here."
10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.
Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.
You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.
A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.
Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.
And you smile back as you walk towards him.
The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").
It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.
"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."
You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.
"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"
An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.
Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.
"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"
"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."
"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."
You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."
Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"
You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."
"I could also help you."
Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."
Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."
"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer â a valuable one such as you â to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."
Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.
Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.
"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"
The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."
You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."
Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"
He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."
"Yes?"
Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.
He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.
"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."
All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.
"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"
If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.
"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wannaâAhaaa...I wanna be yours."
You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.
"My good girl."
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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.
For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").
Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.
But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.
Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.
And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows â not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.
It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.
Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.
During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.
Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.
You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.
So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!
You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.
Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.
Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?
You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.
It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?
What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?
You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.
Until you feel something tickle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.
"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"
"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."
"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"
His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."
"That bad?"
He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"
"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.
Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."
"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."
"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.
A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."
"And?"
"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"
There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.
"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"
He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.
But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"
Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.
Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."
The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.
"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where weâ"
Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.
You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.
"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."
"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"
You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.
"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."
He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.
"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."
The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.
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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!
Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.
And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.
"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.
"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.
"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, tooâOoohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!
You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.
He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.
Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.
When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.
Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."
He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.
I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.
You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.
"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."
Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-
A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.
"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."
"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big forâHnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.

"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"
"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.
Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.
The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.
Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"
"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"
Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up â Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."
You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"
"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.
You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.
The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.
"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."
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"Did I say that I want your babies?"
You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.
He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."
"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."
"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."
Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"
"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."
You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."
The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.
Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.
"No problem, kiddo."
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New Relationships
Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Word count - 13.2K
Warnings - angst, arguing, swearing, fluff
Summary - you meet someone new, and while at first you don't get on... you soon change your tune
A/N - it's time for the return of Hangman Junior y'all! it's certainly been a long time coming and it's been so fun getting back into this universe! I do apologise if this fic isn't great I was trying my best lol. but I hope y'all enjoy (and don't worry I'm planning a follow up fic that'll go more into the stuff that happened at the end). as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!
Growing up, Javy had always been a staple in your life. He was your dadâs best friend and he had played a huge part in your upbringing. You had even regularly spent nights at Javyâs house when your dad was away. With all the time you had spent with Javy, you thought you knew him better than most.
But you didnât know that he had concealed a secret no one other than Jake knew about.
One day while Bradley was up in the air, training some of the newest recruits that had joined Top Gun, Jake was lounging in the rec room, listening to all the conversations happening up in the air on the small radio. Javy had been in the room but had to step out of the room when his phone began to ring.
âYou got this, Bradley,â Jake muttered with a small smile as he listened to his husband explaining what flight exercise he and the other recruits would be doing. Jake had loved seeing how much Bradleyâs confidence had grown since the uranium mission. He had stopped hesitating so much up in the air and had truly become a fighter pilot others would fear when in a dogfight.
As Jake listens carefully to the radio, chuckling to himself when he hears the cocky remarks from the new trainees who reminded him of himself, Javy comes back into the rec room, visibly shaken as he moves to sit down, collapsing on the couch opposite Jake who is instantly concerned about his best friend.
âWhoa, Coyote, whatâs up man?â Jake asks worriedly, now distracted from listening to the radio and giving his best friend his full attention.
âI just got a call from CPS. Iris has been caught drunk and high in her house. Theyâre removing Mateo from her care and wanting him to move in with me.â Javy explains, propping his elbows on his lap and burying his face in his hands as he lets out a sigh.
âShe what?â Jake asks, eyes wide in shock as he processes what Javy has just said to him.
âApparently some teachers at school were concerned about Mateo and called CPS to investigate the house and they found Iris high as a kite with some random guy in the house while Mateo was nowhere to be found and Iris sure as hell had no idea where he was.â Javy elaborates, dropping his hands and looking at Jake who softens in sympathy for his best friend, getting up from where he was sitting and moving to sit next to Javy.
âWell, heâs gotta come out here, right? He shouldnât be shoved into the system.â Jake says as if it was the most obvious answer.
âI know. Theyâve said they want to call again later to figure out when will be best for him to fly out here. I just donât know how to tell anyone about this.â Javy says quietly as he glances over at Jake, his eyes displaying every ounce of emotion he is feeling.
Javy had never been as open about his private life. He told the Daggers bits and pieces but he had closely guarded secrets that only Jake knew about. The biggest one of those secrets is his son Mateo.
Mateo was not much younger than you, only a few months give or take. Javy had been in college and met a pretty girl at a party. The alcohol in his system definitely helped aid the decision he made to sleep with her that night. A couple of weeks down the line, Iris discovered that she was pregnant and both she and Javy had made the joint decision to keep and raise their baby together as they continued their college journey. By the time they graduated, Mateo had been born and was a couple of months old. Iris was well aware of Javyâs intentions to join the Naval Academy and train to become an aviator but just as he began his training, they had a huge argument which led to Iris moving away and taking Mateo with her. It broke Javyâs heart to watch her take his son and leave, so much so that he opted to keep Mateoâs entire existence a secret to hide his heartbreak from everyone around him. After meeting Jake and discovering that Jake had a daughter of his own, he found himself inclined to open up about his son but made sure that Jake promised to keep this information a secret. And true to his word, Jake kept it a secret, even from Bradley and from you.
Javy had always made attempts to visit Mateo as he grew up. Every Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthday heâd travel to Utah in an attempt to spend some time with his son. Yet no matter how much he tried, Iris would refuse to let him spend a decent amount of time with Mateo, and he was never allowed to invite Mateo to spend time with him once he settled in Miramar. Javy just couldnât make any sense of it. Half the time he was sure she didnât care for their son but the moment Javy would mention visiting or paying for a flight so that Mateo could come to Miramar, sheâd start claiming that she didnât want her son to get hurt by Javy, seemingly ignoring the amount of effort Javy was willing to put in just for a short visit.
âHey, weâll figure it out together, okay? They already love y/n, so I canât imagine any reason why theyâd not love Mateo too.â Jakeâs gentle voice shakes Javy from his thoughts, causing him to look over at Jake and offer him a soft smile.
âI donât feel like Iâm prepared for this,â Javy whispers, worry in his voice as Jake offers his friend a supportive smile moving to rest a hand on his shoulder.
âNothing could prepare you for this, but Iâm going to help. Go and tell Maverick youâve had a family emergency and that you need to head home, heâll understand. Then go home and check out your spare room, text me a list of things you think youâll need for the room for when Mateo arrives. And while you call CPS to organise Mateo moving out here, Iâll run by the store and then meet you at your house.â Jake says, explaining his thought-out plan as Javy nods, inhaling sharply before standing up and moving to exit the room. Upon realising that Jake wasnât following him, Javy turned to look over at Jake.
âAre you not coming?â He asks, confused as to why Jake wasnât coming when he had made it clear that he intended to join him.
âIâll come along later. Bradleyâs awful at checking his phone at work so I need to tell him what Iâm doing face to face otherwise heâll damn near have an aneurysm when he realises Iâm not around. Just make sure Maverick knows Iâll be leaving too.â Jake says with a chuckle, waving his hand to dismiss Javy who nods before rushing out of the rec room in search of Maverick.
When Bradley had landed, Jake had rushed out to meet him on the tarmac, with Bradley beaming as Jake approached.
âItâs not often my husband meets me out on the tarmac. Whatâs up?â Bradley says as the two reach each other.
âCoyoteâs had a last-minute family emergency so Iâve offered to help him out. I just wanted to let you know before I went off to help. I donât need you panicking when you canât find me.â Jake explains, watching as Bradleyâs smile fades slightly in worry.
âIs everything okay?â He asks, concerned about Javy.
âIâll explain everything when weâre both home, okay? I promise.â Jake says, keeping a small smile on his face to try to keep Bradley from worrying too much about what could be happening.
âOkay. Iâll see you later.â Bradley says with a sigh before leaning in to press a quick kiss to Jakeâs lips to bid him a silent goodbye. After they break apart, Jake whispers a quiet goodbye before backing away and heading back into the building to gather up his things before heading out to his truck so he can head to the nearest store.
As Jake pulls into a parking spot, his phone buzzes with a message from Javy consisting of a list of things he needs Jake to buy in anticipation of Mateoâs arrival. As Jake enters the store, he begins to come up with a game plan to get in and out in as little time as possible so he can get back to Javy as quickly as possible. Jake went up and down each aisle, grabbing the things Javy needed, doing his best to pick things he thought a teenage boy would like. Jake picked up a couple of various plain coloured covers for the spare bed in Javyâs spare room, he grabbed some snacks he thought Mateo might like to try and make everything seem a little more homely. When Jake had finished shopping, he loaded all the bags into the backseats of his truck before getting behind the wheel and driving to Javyâs house.
Upon arriving at Javyâs house, he unloads the shopping and approaches the front door, knocking on the wooden door and waiting patiently for Javy to let him in.
âThank you for doing this,â Javy says gratefully the moment he opens the door and sees Jake on the other side, stepping aside to allow him into the house.
âItâs no problem,â Jake says with a friendly smile as he follows Javy into the living room, both men unpacking the bags and sorting things while making quiet conversation.
âHow much do I owe you?â Javy asks, reaching for the receipt he found at the bottom of one of the bags, stopping only when Jake snatches the piece of paper from the bag before Javy can reach it himself.
âYou donât owe me anything,â Jake says, beginning to fold the receipt up and holding it away from Javy as he attempts to reach out for it.
âCome on, man. You just went to the store and spent however much money on stuff for my son when you didnât have to. I owe you.â Javy says, letting out a frustrated huff when Jake continues to hold the receipt out of reach and eventually tucking it into his pocket to conceal it from Javy as he softens.
âYouâll never owe me anything. Youâve looked after y/n more times than I can count. The least I can do is help you organise everything for when Mateo arrives.â Jake says gently, a supportive smile on his face as Javy smiles back, overwhelmed with gratefulness towards his friend.
âWe should probably take all this stuff upstairs and start setting up his room. I called CPS and they told me heâd be flying out within the next couple of days, theyâre just in the process of getting flights and sorting out everything he wants to bring with him.â Javy explains as the two men begin to head upstairs with some of the newly bought items.
âWhenever he flies out, Iâm more than happy to help however you want me to. Give me a call and Iâll be there.â Jake promises as they reach the spare room, entering the room as Javy smiles appreciatively.
âThank you, Jake,â Javy says, as he approaches the bed both men beginning to strip the old bedding off and replace it with the new things Jake had bought.
âMaybe when Mateo arrives you can take him to Home Depot or something and do up this room with colours and decorations that heâd want. That might help him settle in a little better.â Jake suggests as he puts a new cover on one of the pillows, fluffing it as he goes.
âThatâs a good idea. Iâll offer it to him as an option when he arrives. Iâve taken a few days off work to make sure everythingâs ready and to help Mateo settle in.â Javy says as he unfolds the new bedspread.
âGood plan. Having one-on-one time with you will surely help him settle in.â Jake agrees, taking the other half of the bedspread and helping Javy make the bed.
âObviously I have to enrol him at a high school, y/nâs school should take him, right?â Javy asks, looking over at Jake who nods.
âTheyâll be considerate of your circumstances Iâm sure. Theyâre pretty used to accepting new students during the year. Iâll vouch for you if needed.â Jake says, confident that your high school would accept Mateo with little to no questions asked. The two men continue to finish setting up the room, making sure itâs clean and tidy in anticipation of Mateoâs upcoming arrival.
âHey, maybe we could have a get-together when Mateoâs settled? Maybe a barbeque on the beach or something so he can get to know the Daggers.â Javy proposes, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Jake.
âThat sounds good. Itâll give him a chance to get to know y/n as well before heâs tossed into school. He can at least then know one person when he starts school.â Jake says in agreement, focusing on making sure everything looks neat. When they finished preparing the room, they headed downstairs and Jake helped Javy organise the newly bought snacks, arranging them neatly in a basket to act as a warm welcome. Once everything is prepared, Javy walks Jake to the front door, thanking him with a large hug.
âI have no idea how to thank you, Jake.â Javy mumbles as the two men embrace.
âYou donât need to. Youâve been there for me more times than I can count. Itâs my turn to be there for you.â Jake says softly, pulling away from the hug and squeezing Javyâs shoulder slightly with a supportive smile before they both bid each other goodbye and Jake makes his way out to his truck to head home.
When Jake gets home, he unlocks the door and is greeted by an enthusiastic Moose who bounds around Jakeâs feet, whining for attention until Jake begins to pet him. After Moose begins to quiet down, Jake hears footsteps approaching and looks up to see Bradley entering the hall. Jake hadnât anticipated Bradley being home already but he also knew he hadnât been keeping track of time while at Javyâs.
âHey,â Jake says softly, skirting around Moose and approaching Bradley to press a soft kiss on his lips.
âHey. Howâs Coyote?â Bradley asks after pulling away from the kiss, immediately wanting to know what was up and whether Javy is okay.
âCome on, letâs sit down and Iâll tell you everything. y/nâs out isnât she?â Jake says, following Bradley into the living room with Moose on their heels, both men settling down on the couch as Moose hops up alongside them, laying his head in Jakeâs lap.
ây/n said she was going to Lilyâs house after school today, she wonât be back for a while I know sheâs excited to see her again after so long,â Bradley confirms, remembering how you had told him that your friend Lily had been someone you knew when you were younger and had moved away from due to Jakeâs job, as he focuses solely on Jake as he waits patiently for an explanation. As Jake talks, Bradley has his full attention on him, hanging on to his every word. He was shocked at the revelation that Javy had a son, but he could also understand why he had kept it a secret. After all, heâd kept his broken relationship with Maverick a secret from everyone when they all came back to Top Gun. Once Jake has finished talking, Bradley nods slightly in understanding.
âI get why Javy kept it a secret from everyone. And Iâm more than willing to help out in any way I can when Mateo moves here. Iâm sure y/n will be the same.â Bradley says, smiling supportively at Jake who nods.
âWeâre trying to figure out when will be the best time to tell y/n. Sheâs known Javy all her life and this is a big piece of information to find out days away from Mateoâs arrival.â Jake explains, guilt written all over his face as he talks.
âHey, sheâll understand. It might take a little while to come to terms with it but sheâll be there for Javy when it counts.â Bradley says reassuringly, reaching to squeeze Jakeâs hand, both men smiling softly at the comfort of the contact.
By Friday afternoon, Mateo was due to fly to San Diego, Javy, Jake, and Bradley had come to the conclusion that it would be best that you knew about Mateo before he arrived so youâd have time to process the news.
âDad, Uncle Javy is here!â You call through the house, after opening the door, smiling at Javy as Moose nudges the man, desperate for attention.
âHey, Kit-Kat.â Javy greets, reaching out to ruffle your hair as you lightly grumble, swatting at his hand as he enters the house. Javy follows you into the living room where Jake and Bradley are just walking through the living room from the kitchen to meet Javy, all of the men smiling as they greet each other.
âLetâs sit down, shall we?â Bradley says, gesturing towards the couch as you sit down on the couch, your dads sitting on either side of you while Javy opts to sit on the armchair.
âWhat did you guys need to talk about? Itâs not bad is it?â You ask worriedly, eyes flicking between each man as if you could tell what they might talk about judging by their reactions.
âItâs not bad, promise,â Jake says softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side to comfort you.
âWell, what is it then?â You ask, looking over at Javy who sighs lightly, resting his arms on his legs and squeezing his hands together as he prepares himself to speak.
âThis might be a shock to hear but⊠I have a son.â Javy says quickly, looking up at you as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to make sense of what you just heard.
âWhat? Since when?â You ask, confused at the news.
âSince before I met your dad. We had Mateo while I was in my last year of college, and just as I was preparing to go to the Naval Academy, his mother and I got into a pretty nasty argument to the point she took Mateo and left. I tried my best to visit him on holidays or just whenever I could but letâs just say Iris wasnât very welcoming. But long story short, Iris has been caught being an inappropriate guardian for Mateo and Iâve offered to be his guardian. Heâs flying out here tomorrow.â Javy explains, studying your reaction carefully as you finally look at him.
âWhy didnât I know?â You ask quietly. Deep down you knew it was unreasonable to ask, but you had known Javy for so long that you were shocked that you had never known.
âHow long have you two known?â You ask, turning on Jake and Bradley who exchange sad glances.
âIâve known since Javy and I became friends. Bradley only found out a couple of days ago.â Jake explains softly, his heart breaking at the look on your face.
âSo you said heâs flying out tomorrow?â You ask, steeling your expression and turning back to Javy who nods.
âYeah, we were thinking on Sunday weâd have a barbeque or something on the beach as a welcome party so he could get to know everyone.â Javy then says, continuing to watch your reactions as you nod, your mood significantly dampened even as you try to hide it.
âThat sounds like a good idea.â You say, a forced smile on your face as you nod before getting to your feet and heading up to your room with a quiet goodbye. The moment youâre out of the room, Javyâs head drops, a sigh escaping his lips.
âShe hates me,â Javy says quietly, his heart hurting that he had upset you.
âShe doesnât hate you. Itâs just a big piece of news to process. I bet you any money that by Sunday sheâll have come around. She just needs a little bit of time.â Jake assures Javy softly, both he and Bradley watching Javy carefully as he nods quietly.
âI should probably head home. Mateo flies in pretty early tomorrow and I want to make sure everythingâs all ready for him. Some stuff has already been shipped over so I want to make sure things are organised.â Javy says, lifting his head and rising to his feet, Jake and Bradley mirroring his actions.
âDo you need any help with anything?â Bradley asks, watching Javy carefully as he shakes his head.
âNo. Thank you, though. Itâs just the last few things I need to sort out before tomorrow. Then weâll meet up on Sunday, okay?â Javy says before he heads over to the door, both men following behind him.
âWeâll see you on Sunday. Give us a call if you need anything.â Jake says, both he and Bradley bidding Javy goodbye with friendly hugs, watching him make his way down the driveway and walk in the direction of his house with sad smiles on their faces, only hoping that youâd processed the news and be back to normal, and that youâd get on with Mateo when he arrived.
The next day, you decided to head down to the beach, wanting to take advantage of the sunny weather so you could spend time with Lily. You had been overjoyed when she walked into your classroom, indicating that she had moved to San Diego and after a catch-up, the two of you were acting like youâd never been apart.
âSo, beach day?â Lily asks, getting in the passenger seat of your car, your Honda Fit had been fixed up after the rear ending accident and you were back to driving around like nothing had happened.
âBeach day.â You confirm with a smile, driving off from where you had parked just outside Lilyâs house to pick her up.
âItâs definitely the perfect day to tan. Ooh, and I bet there will be some hot guys there too.â Lily grins, glancing over at you as you roll your eyes.
âSeriously? Is that all you care about? Boys?â You tease, your focus never shifting from the road as you drive, the journey to the beach one you had memorised quickly and easily.
âI mean itâs the weekend. Everyone will want to be at the beach over the weekend.â Lily then says, wiggling her eyebrows as you sigh with a laugh. When you find a place to park, you and Lily get out of your car, grab your beach gear and head down to the beach.
The two of you lounge on beach towels, chatting to each other, continuing to catch each other up on what you have missed in each otherâs lives. You even dared to head into the ocean and splash around before heading to one of the nearby diners to have something to eat. After eating you and Lily head back outside to spend a couple more hours sunbathing before heading home.
When the two of you finally called it quits and decided to head home after spending a good few hours at the beach, you and Lily began to make your way back to your car, smiles on your faces as you talked.
âSo, did you have a good time?â You query as the two of you near the small parking lot.
âThe best. The beach is gorgeous, and there were loads of cute guys.â Lily gushes, clinging to your arm as you laugh.
âGlad you were impressed.â You say as you roll your eyes, already digging into your bag to grab your car keys.
âIâm easily impressed and that hasnât changed, okay?â Lily giggles as the two of you round the corner to enter the parking lot a roar of a motorbike engine entering the parking lot, stopping dead in front of your car, making your jaw drop slightly when they donât move, even when you make it obvious that you needed to get out.
âHey, Asshat! I need to get out so you need to move.â You demand firmly as the biker turns their head to look at you lifting their hands to pull off their helmet.
âIâm sorry, Darling. Did you say something?â The mystery biker says, a shit-eating grin on his face as he places his helmet in front of him, resting his arms on it and leaning forward slightly.
âI did, Asshat. Youâre parked right in front of my car and I need to get out. There are spots for motorbikes right over there.â You say firmly, glaring at the biker, studying him as he scoffs. He had dark skin, brown eyes, and short-cropped hair on the sides as the hair on top was beginning to grow out, the tight curls becoming obvious. You honestly mightâve found him attractive had he not been a massive asshole.
âItâs a free country is it not?â He then says, raising an eyebrow as he smirks at how easily you were getting riled up.
âNot when it comes to blocking me in. Just move your bike five feet to the right so I can get out. Itâs hardly a big deal.â You say, exasperated by his attitude.
âI donât know, Darling. Iâm quite happy parking my bike here. If you were a good driver you could get around me.â He says, patting his helmet lightly, his smirk widening when he sees you huff. You then see Lily step forward to try to calm things down but you hold a hand up to stop her before focusing back on the guy in front of you.
âThis is literally the quietest parking lot, find any spot thatâs not you parking directly in front of my car and blocking me in.â You say, your frustration growing as he refuses to move.
âWhatâs in it for me?â He says teasingly, making you clench your jaw in an attempt to hold yourself back from punching him in the face.
âWhatâs in it for you? I wonât punch you in the face, how about that?â You offer, raising an eyebrow as you fold your arms across your chest.
âThreatening assault? Didnât know you had that in you, Darling.â The biker grins, unfazed by your threats.
âWill you stop calling me that?â You say, your eyes narrowing as you glare at him, your anger continuing to bubble within you.
âWhat, you donât like it when I call you Darling? Iâm just trying to be nice.â He says with a light shrug, his clear mocking of you driving you more insane.
âLast chance, Asshat. Move the bike. We just want to leave, you can have the spot, or you can park where you are right now again. Frankly, I donât care, just let us out.â You say, your patience wearing incredibly thin as you continue to glare, neither you nor the biker before you were willing to back down. Before another word could be spoken, you hear someone come up behind you.
âIs everything okay, here?â You hear someone ask, and you turn to see a middle-aged woman looking between you and the boy in front of you.
âEverythingâs fine, thank you. This guy was just moving his bike out of the way so we could leave.â You say quickly before the guy has a chance to speak, grinning as you look over at him, challenging him to go against you now that there is a witness.
âIf it pleases you, Darling. Iâll move the damn bike.â The guy says, eyes narrowed as he glares, his voice almost a spiteful hiss as he starts the engine of his bike up, putting his helmet on before roaring out of the parking lot, finally giving you the peace you had been craving.
âHe wasnât bothering you girls, was he?â The woman asks worriedly as you turn to face her.
âIt was nothing we couldnât handle.â You say with a laugh, waving your hand dismissively as the woman visibly relaxes at your words.
âWell, good on you. Take care of yourselves, girls.â The woman says softly, receiving a nod in response from both you and Lily before she turns to leave as you and Lily move to get into your car to head home.
âMan, he was such an ass.â You complain the moment your car door is closed, leaning back against your chair and letting out a sigh.
âTry not to let him get to you. Youâre probably never going to see him again.â Lily offers softly, smiling as you nod, reaching to turn your key in the ignition.
âGood point. Iâm not going to think about him any more.â You say, looking over at Lily with a smile, preparing to drive off.
However, despite your words. You had forgotten all about your promise to not think of him again.
âHey, Sweetheart! How was the beach?â Jake asks with a large smile as you enter the living room, petting Moose who demands your attention.
âIt was great until some asshat with a bike blocked me in and refused to move.â You say, already beginning to launch into a tangent about the events that had happened.
âHe didnât move?â Bradley asks, entering the living room from the kitchen, and handing Jake a coffee as he sits down with a drink of his own.
âNope. I asked multiple times and he refused to move. He only moved when a woman showed up and asked if everything was okay. I think having an audience spooked him, but Iâm not going to complain.â You say with a shrug, settling down on the armchair as Moose tries to force his way up onto the chair with you, ignoring your joking groans as he settles onto your lap.
âWell, you donât have to worry about him, anymore. You wonât see him again and you have other things you can focus on.â Jake says with a supportive smile as you nod.
âLily said the same thing.â You agree with a smile.
âSheâs a smart girl,â Bradley says with a smile.
âShe always has been. I need to focus on tomorrow. Weâre meeting Javyâs son, right?â You say, looking from Bradley to your dad as they both nod.
âThatâs right. Weâre having a get-together just outside the Hard Deck to welcome Mateo.â Jake confirms as you fight the urge to frown slightly.
âI owe Javy an apology for the way I reacted yesterday. That wasnât fair on him.â You mumble, feeling embarrassed for the way you had acted.
âHey, it was a big piece of news. Javy knows you werenât being malicious in your reaction yesterday. Talk to him tomorrow and Iâm sure the two of you will be fine.â Bradley then says, both he and Jake smiling softly as you nod.
âI agree with Bradley. You can talk to Javy and Iâm sure the two of you will be back to normal in no time.â Jake agrees, getting nods from both you and Bradley.
âIâll talk to him tomorrow after Iâve met Mateo. I owe him an introduction since heâs new to town.â You say as you lean back against the armchair cushions, absentmindedly petting Moose.
âI canât wait to meet Mateo. Him moving here means so much to Javy.â Jake says, thinking of all the times Javy had forlornly told him about Mateo and how he wanted to visit desperately.
âWell, if heâs anything like Javy. Weâll get along just fine.â You muse softly, exchanging soft smiles with your dads.
But when the next day came. You found yourself eating your previous words.
You, Jake, and Bradley arrived at the beach just outside the Hard Deck, jumping out of the truck with Moose alongside you and approaching where the Daggers had gathered outside.
âDo you see Javy?â You ask as you approach the group, searching for him so you can talk to him.
âHeâs just over there, and that must be Mateo nearby,â Jake says, pointing out where Javy is before pointing at someone sitting at a nearby table with their back to you.
âIâm going to go and introduce myself.â You say with a smile, handing Mooseâs leash to Jake and beginning to make your way across to where Mateo is sitting.
âHey, you must be Mateo, Iâm y/n.â You introduce yourself with a smile as Mateo turns to face you, your smile dropping the instant you realise that the guy sitting before you was the same biker from yesterday who had refused to move after blocking you in.
âI must admit I wasnât expecting to see you around here again, Darling. I thought youâd be licking your wounds after you needed a grownup to fight your battle for you.â Mateo says snarkily, turning around to face you fully and leaning his back against the wooden table as he smirks.
âI didnât need a grownupâs help, Asshat. I was doing perfectly fine without her.â You say angrily, silently wondering how someone as lovely as Javy had a son who acted like this.
âSo youâre the daughter my dad kept raving about? Seems like his breath was wasted on your praises.â Mateo says, barely glancing over at Javy as he speaks before focusing back on you.
âYou donât know anything about me, Asshat.â You say, eyes narrowing into a lethal glare.
âI know youâre my dadâs best friendâs kid. Youâre going to the same school Iâm being forced to go to, and my dad practically kisses the ground you walk upon. Anyone would think youâre his kid with the way he talks about you.â Mateo says with a roll of his eyes, his frustration evident in his voice.
âI forget, those little bits of information ensure you know absolutely everything about me.â You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes in response as you fold your arms across your chest.
âI know more than you think, Darling. Iâm not stupid, you know.â Mateo says, making you grit your teeth.
âYou couldâve fooled me.â You say, your irritation reaching a breaking point. You then look around, locking eyes with Javy. You smile softly and take the opportunity to move away from Mateo to talk to Javy finally.
âHey, Kit-Kat,â Javy says quietly as you approach him, his smile small yet genuine.
âHey, Uncle Javy. I wanted to apologise for how I reacted the other day.â You say, fiddling with your fingers to try and calm yourself.
âYou donât need to apologise, y/n. I had kept a pretty big secret for a long time and it makes sense for you to need time to process the news.â Javy says with a gentle smile, reaching up to rest a hand on your shoulder, making your smile widen before you move to hug him an action Javy reciprocates in seconds.
âI do need to apologise. It wasnât fair of me to act like I was entitled to that information. And Iâm sorry for that.â You apologise as you hug Javy tightly.
âIf anything I should apologise. I could see the way you and Mateo were interacting just a minute ago.â Javy mumbles embarrassed at his son's attitude that he had been on the receiving end of since Mateo arrived the day before.
âI thought heâd be a bit more like you in personality.â You admit with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.
âI did too. Unfortunately, it seems he has a problem with me and no matter what I try, he wonât talk to me.â Javy admits softly, disappointed that Mateo wonât even give him the time of day.
âMaybe he needs some time. Itâs been a big change for him and maybe heâs just lashing out because of it?â You offer as you pull away from the embrace slightly so you can look up at Javy.
âWeâll have to see,â Javy says softly, seemingly unconvinced by your words of support. Not knowing how to respond, you offer Javy one last hug before heading back over to Jake and Bradley.
âIt looked like you and Mateo were getting into it. Is everything okay?â Jake asks the moment you reach their side.
âTurns out Mateo is the guy who blocked me in yesterday.â You say with a shrug, crouching down to pet Moose who greets you happily, tail swishing excitedly.
âThat was Mateo?â Bradley asks, shocked as he looks across to where Mateo is sitting, unable to believe that Javyâs son would act in such a way.
âI think Javy needs someone to talk to, Dad. It seems Mateo is giving him some attitude and he might need someone to talk to about it.â You say, glancing over at Jake who nods, giving you Mooseâs leash so he can cross to Javy.
âHey, letâs hang out with the others, if Mateo doesnât want to get involved then thatâs his loss.â Bradley offers as you stand up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to where Mickey and Bob are standing nearby, drinks in hand as they converse.
âHey, Hangman Junior!â Mickey greets you happily with a hug which you reciprocate quickly before moving to hug Bob.
âHey, Mickey. Hey Bob. Have you guys met Mateo yet?â You greet the two men, looking between them as they nod slowly.
âHeâs a bit⊠different to what I was expecting,â Mickey says awkwardly, eyes flicking across to where Mateo was sitting before looking back at you.
âPhoenix and I tried to introduce ourselves to him but we got the cold shoulder. It seemed like you managed to have a conversation with him though.â Bob says before taking a sip from his water, watching you carefully.
âOh, that? No, it turns out Mateo was the ass who blocked me in at the beach yesterday and he decided to keep picking a fight with me. I donât think weâre going to get on at all. Heâs nothing like Javy.â You explain, shaking your head as you tell the story, making sure the men know that youâre not going to get along with him like you had previously thought.
âWe can agree with you there. He is nothing like Coyote.â Mickey agrees as both he and Bob nod, everyone glancing over at Mateo and watching him curiously for a moment before turning back to each other to continue your conversations.
By the end of the get-together, Mateo had ended up disappearing much to everyoneâs shock. The only person who wasnât panicked at the revelation was Javy, who had dealt with him disappearing the day before and just defeatedly told everyone to head home, apologising for the way Mateo had been acting and for wasting everyoneâs day. You had given Javy a big hug after hearing him say that, feeling bad that his own son wasnât putting in the same effort he was to forge a relationship.
âHey, would you like to come to ours for dinner? We could order some takeout or something?â Jake offers his friend softly, fighting back a frown as Javy shakes his head.
âNah, itâs best I stay at home in case Mateo comes back. He may not want much to do with me but I donât want him locked outside without any keys.â Javy says, his smile sad as he attempts to wave you and your dads off.
âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to call us.â Bradley then says, reaching out to pat Javyâs shoulder lightly.
âThank you,â Javy says softly before allowing you and your dads to make your way over to Jakeâs truck so you can head home for the day. As your dadâs truck pulled away from the Hard Deck, all you could think about was how much Mateo was going to be a pain in your ass when he started at your school.
It turned out that your prediction had been correct, Mateo had joined your high school halfway through the week after the beach get-together and much to your dismay he had been put in most of your classes. You and Lily had tried your best to avoid him, and you constantly found yourself biting your tongue when he decided to bother you both during and in between classes.
âHey, Darling. I thought I could feel a chill in the air.â Mateo teases from where he is leaning against a locker, a smirk on his lips as you glare at him.
âDo you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice, Asshat?â You say, not even stopping as you walk down the corridor, causing Mateo to push himself away from the locker and trail along behind you.
âI could ask you the same question. Youâre the damn teacher's pet, not me.â Mateo says with a shrug as he continues to follow you.
âMaybe itâs a good thing you donât participate in class. Iâd hate to have to prove you wrong in front of everyone.â You say, raising an eyebrow as you briefly glance his way, smirking to yourself.
âIf that helps you sleep at night, Darling. You can think whatever you want.â Mateo says.
âHow many times have I told you to stop calling me that?â You say lowly, stopping short in your tracks so you can turn to face Mateo who mimics your actions.
âI thought you liked it,â Mateo says, a fake pout on his face to irritate you further before breaking out into a smile when he achieves his goal.
âWe donât even have the same class now, can you just leave me alone?â You say, your irritation quickly reaching its peak as you begin to walk away.
âYouâre no fun,â Mateo says before walking off, not noticing how you roll your eyes at his words.
âWhy does he constantly bother me?â You complain to Lily as she joins you from her class.
âItâs because you argue back. Youâre giving him what he wants.â Lily says with a shrug, ignoring how you huff in annoyance.
âIf he stopped bothering me I wouldnât need to fight back. He could make life easier for the both of us if he just shut up.â You say, turning to head into your next class with Lily following behind you, hoping that Mateo will stop bothering you.
When lunchtime arrived, you entered the cafeteria with Lily, chatting with her as you discussed your plans for next weekend. After you had grabbed a tray, you surveyed the busy cafeteria, you noticed Mateo sitting by himself and felt your heart sink slightly. Despite your frustration and lack of friendship with Mateo, you found yourself sympathetic to the fact that he had clearly been spending his time alone without anyone to talk to. Walking away from Lily, you make your way across the cafeteria towards the table Mateo is sitting at, placing your tray down and easing down into your chair.
âWhat are you doing here?â Mateo asks as soon as he looks up and realises it was you sitting opposite him.
âI saw you were sat alone and I thought Iâd-â
âYou thought youâd play the sympathetic hero and sit with the new kid, huh? Well, I havenât got time to deal with you trying to make yourself feel better.â Mateo snaps accusingly, glaring at you with a ferocity you hadnât seen from him since you had spoken at the beach.
âI wasnât doing that-â
âI know exactly what youâre doing. You donât give a shit about me. You just want to make yourself look good in front of everyone else. Just leave me the fuck alone.â Mateo growls angrily, making you grow angry, grabbing your tray and raising from your seat.
âFine, have it your way. Youâre never going to make friends with that shitty attitude of yours.â You say angrily, unable to believe the attitude you were getting for a kind gesture.
âI donât need friends. Iâm fine on my own.â Mateo says as you begin to walk away, not able to see how you roll your eyes, finding Lily sitting with some other girls in your grade and joining them instead.
âDid you really just try and sit with Mateo?â Lily asks as you settle in the seat opposite her, beginning to dig into your food.
âI thought Iâd try and be nice. I know if I were sitting alone Iâd want someone to take the step to sit with me. Turns out he didnât want anything to do with me.â You say in between mouthfuls, glancing around at the girls around you who watch you sympathetically.
âI heard Zack tried to sit with him on his first day and he got cursed out pretty quickly. Itâs clear heâs a loner and doesnât like people.â Marcy says, recalling what a boy had told her before and frowning. Unable to voice the thoughts you had regarding Mateoâs outbursts, you found yourself nodding along to Marcyâs theory, glancing over your shoulder to where Mateo was sitting, watching as he ate his meal alone.
Over the next few days, Mateo started to be less annoying towards you and more standoffish. He didnât bother you in classes or in the corridor. Heâd barely spare you a glance if you and your dads were over at his house to check in on him and Javy. You had longed for the day when Mateo stopped bothering you but now that he had stopped, you found yourself missing his presence, no matter how much you complained about it. You also longed to learn what his problem with you was, you admitted that you hadnât gotten off on the right foot with him but you had made an effort at school and he had brushed you off. Javy had told you to not worry about it, since he had been treating everyone around him like that no matter how hard he tried to forge a relationship with his son.
One day after school, you had been promised by your dad that heâd pick you up after school since your car had gone in for a service so you found yourself waiting outside your high school, alone as more and more people began to disappear home. It wasnât until nearly everyone had left that you realised that Mateo was still around.
âI thought you wouldâve hopped on your little bike and ridden off home by now.â You say, barely sparing Mateo a glance as you notice him sidling up alongside you.
âI could say the same for you. You havenât driven home to daddy, yet?â Mateo says teasingly, his snark matching yours with practised ease.
âMy carâs being serviced, whatâs your excuse, Asshat? Or have you decided to start bugging me again?â You retort, glaring over at him briefly before focusing back on the road ahead of you, hoping that by some miracle your dadâs truck will pull up in front of you.
âThat dad of mine confiscated my bike keys. Damn asshole said I apparently canât be trusted so he told me I have to wait to be picked up like Iâm a kid.â Mateo complains, making you grit your teeth at his words, enraged that he could speak in such a way about Javy.
âHe has every right to treat you that way because quite frankly you are acting like a child and itâs ridiculous.â You say firmly, checking the time on your phone one more time and sighing at the time. Coming to the assumption that your dad had forgotten to pick you up, you made the executive decision to begin to walk home with Mateo beginning to trail after you.
âWhy are you following me?â You complain, quickly noticing that Mateo is following you along the path.
âIâm walking home Iâm not following you. Itâs just unfortunate that we live so close together so Iâm stuck walking with you.â Mateo says, an almost offended tone to his voice at your accusation.
âWell, if you could keep your mouth shut that would be great and maybe I wonât kill you on the way home.â You say, your grip tightening on your bag as you continue to walk, hoping that Mateo will get the hint.
âAgain with the threats but no follow through. Youâre all bark and no bite arenât you, Darling?â Mateo says with a whistle, raising an eyebrow as you scoff.
âI can fight back if I need to. I just wonât stoop to that if I can help it.â You say, your eyes focused on where you are going so you wouldnât give Mateo the satisfaction of looking at him as you begin to head through the park, grateful that if you continue to argue, people wonât be around to witness it.
âYouâre just trying to sound tough. We all know youâd hide behind your daddy at any confrontation.â Mateo says, enjoying how quickly he is getting under your skin as you stop in your tracks, turning to face him.
âWhat exactly is your problem with me? Iâve tried to be nice and you keep pushing me away and acting like an asshole.â You ask, genuinely wanting an answer from him but not attempting to mask your anger in any way.
âItâs none of your business.â Mateo retorts, snapping quickly as you only grow angrier.
âIt is my business. You have some sort of problem with me, and even more so, you have a problem with Javy who doesnât deserve that treatment from you.â You say angrily, your voice raising.
âOf course, youâd defend him. You know, he was never around when I was younger. I was that kid who grew up with no dad and pretty much never had a mom either. You have no idea what it was like to go through that.â Mateo says angrily, taking a step closer to you as he talks.
âYouâre not even giving him a chance. Heâs really trying to make a bond with you. At least meet him halfway. You can hate me all you like but donât hate Javy.â You say, fighting the urge to plead with the stubborn teen who stood before you.
âI never said I hated either of you,â Mateo said exasperated, running a hand through his short curls in his frustration.
âYouâve made it pretty clear that you hate everyone around you.â You say, not believing Mateoâs recently spoken words for a second.
âNow youâre just putting words into my mouth. I never said that.â Mateo says, rolling his eyes.
âThen why are you acting like you do? Iâve heard Javy telling my dad about how you treat him and itâs ruining him. You truly cannot see a good thing even if itâs standing right in front of you.â You say bitterly.
âFuck it,â Mateo whispers before launching towards you, capturing your lips with his, taking you by surprise. Once the shock had worn off, you found yourself kissing him back, your hands reaching up to pull him closer as Mateo pushed you back until your back met a tree. You continued to kiss until the need for air got too much and you forced yourself to pull away, both you and Mateo panting slightly as you gazed into each otherâs eyes, neither one of you knowing what to say.
âWhat was that?â You ask quietly, unable to remove your gaze from Mateoâs eyes.
âProof I never hated you,â Mateo responds, swallowing thickly as he awaits your reaction. You remain standing in place, unable to form any coherent thoughts as you stare at the boy standing before you.
âI donât know what to sayâŠâ You force out, your brain scrambling to make sense of the thousands of thoughts swimming around in your head.
âYou hated it.â Mateo mumbles, beginning to pull away from you but you act quicker, cupping his face and pulling his lips back to yours. Much like you previously, Mateo was soon kissing you back once the shock wore off, forcing you back against the tree once more. This time when you pull apart, you manage to muster a smile.
âI canât believe we just did that. Twice.â You admit with a laugh, getting the courage to briefly brush your thumb over the apple of Mateoâs cheek before dropping your hands.
âSo you didnât hate it?â Mateo asks, a small attempt at a smile gracing his lips.
âDo you need me to kiss you again to get the answer through your head?â You ask with a light laugh.
âMaybe.â Mateo muses, placing his hands on your middle to pull you into a third kiss, this time you are both prepared and able to enjoy the moment.
âDid that give you your answer?â You tease with a smile as you pull away enough to speak, your lips barely brushing up against his.
âIt sure does, Darling,â Mateo says, his smile growing. Seeing his natural smile, one that wasnât forced or teasing, made you realise just how pretty Mateo was. He looked so much more himself when he smiled and you wanted to see that smile from him even more.
âSo, you never really hated me?â You ask, your eyes searching Mateoâs for an answer, in response, Mateo takes your hand softly and leads you to a nearby bench, both of you easing yourself down onto it.
âI never hated you. I mean sure, I thought you were annoying the first time you met, but I also loved how you werenât afraid to back down against me. Finding out you were the one my dad talked about hurt, I wonât lie. He spoke about you like you were the greatest gift to mankind.â Mateo finds himself uncharacteristically willing to open up to you.
âIâm so sorry. I didnât exactly make you feel welcome. I was just so angry that you spoke in such a way about Javy.â You apologise, watching Mateo as he shakes his head.
âI was so jealous of you. You knew my dad better than I do. You got your whole life with him around and I didnât get to see him at all.â Mateo continues, having to look away from you to conceal the threatening building tears.
âItâs not too late to get to know him.â You offer, your voice soft as you reach out to take Mateoâs hand in your own, causing him to turn and look at you.
âI knew if I let myself fall for you Iâd have a problem.â Mateo manages to say, a teary laugh escaping him.
âA problem? Thatâs a bold thing to say after three kisses. What problem?â You ask with a light roll of your eyes.
âYouâre too soft for your own good, Darling. I knew if I fell for you Iâd get soft too. Iâve worked so hard to protect myself my whole life that I never thought Iâd fall for someone. Trust you to swoop in and mess up my plans.â Mateo admits, blinking furiously to try and rid himself of his tears.
âThereâs nothing wrong with letting people in. It took my dad a long time to learn that one and now heâs happier than ever.â You say softly, squeezing Mateoâs hand as you talk to offer him support.
âItâs just⊠scary. Iâve relied on myself for so long.â Mateo admits, the embarrassment covering his features as he reveals something heâd kept hidden for his whole life.
âWell, letâs take it slow, shall we? Thereâs no rush.â You offer quietly, doing your best to sound confident for Mateoâs sake. Slightly comforted by your words, Mateo carefully moves his hand so that he was now holding yours.
You and Mateo then decide to sit together on the bench for a little while, both still trying to wrap your heads around the sudden large advancement you had made in your dynamic. Neither of you felt the need to talk, you opted to spend your time getting used to each others presence more. After spending twenty minutes together in the park, you both decide to continue to make your way home, knowing that if you stay out too long youâll be on the receiving end of multiple worried texts from your dad.
As you approach your house, you find yourself slowing down to try and spend even more time with Mateo, something he picks up on almost instantly.
âYou okay?â Mateo asks with a concern you hadnât heard from him before.
âIâm fine. I just want to do this before we get to my house. Canât risk my dadâs seeing this.â You say quickly, turning to face Mateo and before he can even question you, you pull him into another quick kiss, both of you smiling softly as you pull away.
âKeeping this a secret, huh Darling?â Mateo teases, raising an eyebrow as you nod.
âIf thatâs okay with you. Just for now.â You say, studying Mateoâs reaction carefully, relaxing slightly when he nods in understanding.
âThatâs fine. I donât really think Iâm on good enough terms with my dad to open up to him about anything like this just yet.â Mateo says, his voice soft as he watches you softly.
âMaybe you could try talking to Javy? Not about this of course but about everything else. Maybe you two will be able to have a fresh start and create a bond?â You suggest, watching as Mateo nods, albeit hesitantly.
âIâll try, but Iâm not making any promises,â Mateo says as you offer him a small nod and smile before you whisper a quiet goodbye to Mateo which he returns before you go your separate ways.
You make your way into your house, noticing how your dadâs truck is still absent from the driveway and rolling your eyes. While you were glad you and Mateo were able to make something good out of being left behind, you couldnât deny that it didnât annoy you that your dad had forgotten to pick you up from school, especially after he promised heâd do so. When you enter the house, youâre greeted by Moose who excitedly whines in greeting as you reach down to pet him.
âHey y/n/n. Whereâs Jake?â Bradley makes his way into the hall to greet you with a hug, quickly noticing his husbandâs absence.
âYou tell me. He never showed up so I had to walk home.â You grumble, your mood now significantly soured as you remember that your dad had forgotten you entirely.
âHe what?â Bradley asks, eyes widening in shock at the mere thought of Jake forgetting to pick you up from school.
âYeah, his promise meant absolutely nothing to him, didnât it?â You say, beginning to beeline for the stairs with Moose following along behind you as Bradley watches you sadly.
By the time Jake had come home, you and Bradley had sat down for dinner and the smile that Bradley had managed to bring onto your face vanished the second you noticed your dadâs presence.
âHey guys, whatâs on the menu?â Jake asks with a large smile, completely ignorant of your lack of acknowledgement as he enters the kitchen.
âI put a plate for you in the oven to keep warm,â Bradley says, glancing over his shoulder to watch Jake who nods, thanking Bradley as he opens the oven and removes the dish.
âHave you had a good day at school, y/n/n?â Jake then says after placing his plate on the table, and ruffling your hair, missing the way you scowled at him as you fixed your hair while he settled in his seat.
âIt was fine.â You mumble, stabbing at your food without removing your gaze from your plate.
âAre you sure? You sound a little annoyed. Was it Mateo again?â Jake asks, watching you carefully.
âJake.â Bradley attempts to interject before you speak up.
âNo, it wasnât Mateo.â You say quickly, finding yourself leaping to Mateoâs defence, much to Jakeâs surprise.
âThen whatâs bothering you? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?â Jake offers, his voice soft as he watches you.
âCan I say you? Youâre bothering me right now.â You say firmly, finally lifting your gaze from your plate to glare at your dad whose eyes widen slightly at your snappy tone.
ây/n.â Bradley then says, sensing the rising tension and trying to calm everything before an argument kicks off.
âWhat do you mean by this? Where has this attitude come from?â Jake asks, his voice raising as he grows angry at your attitude.
âIt doesnât matter.â You say dismissively, returning your focus to your plate, fighting the urge to stab your food more aggressively than you had been previously.
âIt does matter when youâre giving me an attitude. Iâve had a long day at work and the last thing I need is my kid giving me an unwarranted attitude.â Jake says, putting his cutlery down as he addresses you. His eyes narrow as he glares at you, ignoring how Moose whimpered and lay down from his position near the table.
âI donât think the attitude is unwarranted. You promised me that youâd pick me up from school today. You know the walk is long and my car is in for a service. You let me down and you come waltzing in acting like nothing is wrong.â You say bitterly, now rapidly losing your appetite and so putting your cutlery down and pushing your chair back, getting to your feet and leaving the table so you could head to your room with Moose rushing after you. After hearing your footsteps grow quieter, Bradley turns to look at Jake who is now sitting with a shocked expression.
âYou couldnât just leave it could you?â Bradley says, a disappointed tone to his voice as he talks, lifting his fork to his mouth to take a bite.
âShe couldâve texted me. I wouldâve dropped everything to pick her up.â Jake says, annoyed that youâd snapped at him over something you couldâve resolved in a simple text.
âShe shouldnât have had to, Jake. You had promised her that you were going to be there. You were the one worrying about the walk home in the first place. But you decided that going to the beach was more important, huh?â Bradley mutters, his irritation obvious, revealing that he had checked Jakeâs location as he gets up from his seat, picking up both his plate and yours before putting the plates in the dishwasher.
âThatâs not fair, Bradley. Javy needed someone to talk to and I stepped up.â Jake says, watching as his husband shakes his head softly.
âBut you couldnât offer your daughter the decency to tell her that you wouldnât be coming? Jake, if you couldnât pick her up Iâm sure she wouldâve been fine with it if you had just told her. She couldâve gotten a ride with a friend or taken the bus if you had given her a heads-up.â Bradley says, understanding why Jake had been unable to pick you up but disappointed that he couldnât even tell you that he wasnât coming.
âBradley...â Jake says, now unable to formulate a response.
âWhatever apology you want to say. Iâm not the person you should be saying it to.â Bradley says with a shake of his head as he makes his way out to the living room, leaving Jake alone to think over his words.
While Jake mulls over the words spoken to him, youâre curled up in your bed with Moose by your side, snuggling close to you as you stroke him softly, appreciating the dogâs comfort. As you mindlessly watch a random show on your laptop, you find your eyes being drawn towards your phone. You longed to text Mateo, to ask him if he wanted to meet up with you so you could get out of the house just ot get your mind off everything. But you didnât have his number and you doubted that any of your friends would have his number. With no way to contact Mateo, you debate sneaking out to see him, thinking about whether it would be worth being questioned by Javy if you showed up at his door. Eventually, as you conclude that it wouldnât be worth sneaking out, knowing that Javy wouldâve more than likely informed your dad about you showing up at his house, the door to your room opens and you look up to see Bradley sticking his head in.
âHey, Kid. Are you okay?â Bradley asks quietly, his smile gentle as ever as he watches you.
âIâm fine.â You mumble, returning your attention to the laptop in front of you as Moose whines softly, sensing your mood.
âI know you donât have to talk to me if you donât want to but, I am here if you need someone to talk to.â Bradley offers, not daring to cross the threshold into your room without permission.
âIâm not really in the mood to talk to anyone, but thank you, Bradley.â You say, lifting your head to look at Bradley with a small smile, making sure you let Bradley know that you were appreciative of his efforts.
âWell, you know where to find me if you need me,â Bradley says with a nod and a smile before leaving and closing the door behind him, allowing you to settle back into the pillow. Secretly, you did long to speak to someone, itâs just that Bradley wasnât that someone right now.
By the time it grew dark and everyone was beginning to go to bed. Jake hadnât made an effort to come to talk to you and in your stubbornness, you refused to be the one to give in so you remained in your room, listening with bated breath as Jake passed your room, hesitating for a brief second before continuing down the corridor to his bedroom. As you hear your dad walk away, you let out a small sigh of relief before curling up under your covers, closing your eyes and willing tomorrow to come faster.
The next morning, you managed to get up and out of the house without crossing paths with Jake, leaving you to walk once again to school since you werenât scheduled to get your car back until the afternoon but after talking with Bradley, he had promised to swing by the garage to pick up your car, you had the confidence that heâd stick to his word and pick up your car before picking you up from school. By the time you arrived at school, you were searching for Mateo the moment you joined the crowds swarming the halls.
âHey, Darling,â Mateo says as he sidles up alongside you, keeping his smile as suppressed as possible to avoid attracting attention.
âItâs good to see you.â You say softly, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him into a kiss.
âGetting soft on me already? Didnât think it was possible.â Mateo teases, winking subtly as the two of you continue to make your way down the hall.
âBring your ego back down to Earth Iâm not getting soft.â You say with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head with a laugh as Mateo smirks.
âYou say that now but I give you a few days before you soften up,â Mateo says, nudging you with a smirk.
âNah, itâll be you going soft first.â You insist, laughing softly as you walk side-by-side. As you reach your homeroom, you take your seat next to Lily while Mateo takes his seat at the back of the class.
âWere you talking with Mateo?â Lily asks, shocked as you settle into your seat.
âHe was just asking some questions about something.â You say with a shrug, trying to deflect her question as she watches you suspiciously.
âAnd you gave him the time of day? You never do that.â Lily asks, confused as you lean back in your chair.
âIâm making an effort to be nice. Heâs Javyâs son and I canât exactly get rid of him since my dad is literally his best friend.â You say, hoping your explanation is enough to get her to back off. Thankfully, she hesitantly nods and focuses back on the schoolwork she was hurriedly trying to finish before classes started.
As the day progresses, you and Mateo continue to interact as subtly as possible, exchanging small smiles across rooms, and when walking in the corridors, Mateoâs hand brushes up against yours, neither one of you making the jump to hold each otherâs hand, desperate to maintain the secrecy of your relationship. You were aware of the side-eyed stares you were both getting from other people in the halls, but you didnât let them bother you. At the back of your mind, you were still dwelling on the argument you had with your dad the evening before, still wondering how you had been forgotten about so easily, and it was obvious that Mateo had picked up on your mood and decided to question you about it over lunch.
âSo, whatâs got you all gloomy. Youâve been trying to smile all day and itâs not convincing anyone.â Mateo asks, fork in hand as he watches your reaction.
âIâm fine. I donât know what youâre talking about.â You attempt to brush off his attempts to question you as you take a sip from your drink.
âYou can lie to yourself but not to me, Darling. You think I donât know what your real smile looks like? Iâm an asshole, not stupid. So whatâs up?â Mateo answers as if he was answering the easiest question in the world.
âJust a stupid argument I had with Dad last night.â You mumble, poking at your food with your fork, fighting the frown that threatened to tug on your lips.
âDadâs are dicks, whatâs new?â Mateo says, his lips turning up in a small smirk as you glare up at him.
âNot the time, Asshat.â You grumble as Mateo nods slightly, his eyes flicking down to his tray.
âJust trying to make a joke.â He mumbles.
âDad and I donât argue often. He forgot to pick me up yesterday and he couldnât even send me a text to tell me why. He came waltzing in acting like nothing was wrong. Itâs just not like him at all.â You say, your focus entirely on your plate as you talk, missing how Mateo rolled his eyes slightly at your words.
âMy dad forgot me too. Shit happens, you know?â Mateo says as you glare up at him once more.
âSeriously? You asked what was bothering me and the moment I tell you, you make jokes?â You ask incredulously, shocked by his nonchalance.
âLook. I donât have a relationship with my dad. You do. If you want to fix it, maybe you should take a page out of your own book and talk to him. You told me to try to talk things out with my old man. If you ask me, you just need to take your own advice.â Mateo replies, watching you as you pause briefly in your movement, looking back up at him with furrowed eyebrows. As you looked at him, Mateo shrugged lightly before continuing to eat his food and his words began to sink in slightly as you watched him.
âMateo, Iâm sorry.â You apologise, nearly missing how quickly Mateo looked at you, a look of slight shock on his face before he forced himself to smile.
âDonât apologise,â Mateo says with a shake of his head as he focuses back on his food, continuing to eat as you continue to think over his words.
By the time the end of the day had come, you had carefully planned out an apology after thinking about how Mateo talked some sense into you. As you made your way out of the school with Lily by your side after bidding a secret goodbye to Mateo where you both finally exchanged numbers, you saw your car parked outside and assuming Bradley was the one driving it, you walked over with as smile that only faltered slightly when you opened the passenger side door and saw your dad inside instead.
âHi, Dad.â You mumble quietly as you get into the passenger seat, shoving your backpack into the footwell in front of you.
âHi, y/n/n,â Jake replies with a small smile, waiting for you to plug in your seatbelt before beginning the drive home.
âI thought Bradley was picking me up after grabbing the car.â You ask, trying to hide any potential attitude in your voice.
âI thought I should do it. I let you down yesterday and I should do something to make up for it.â Jake responds, his eyes fixed firmly on the road as he drives.
âI didnât mean to get mad last night.â You begin, glancing over at your dad as you talk.
âSweetheart, you donât need to apologise. I had promised Iâd pick you up and I let you down. If anyone should be apologising here it should be me.â Jake says, looking over at you as he stops in front of a red light.
âI didnât even stick around to hear if you had a reason for why you hadnât picked me up.â You say, feeling bad about your treatment towards your dad.
âItâs okay, y/n. I owed you a text at the very least. Javy asked me if we could talk after work and I completely forgot about everything else, I just wanted to make sure Javy was okay.â Jake explains, feeling awful that he had so quickly dropped everything to help his best friend while forgetting about his daughter in the process.
âIs Javy okay?â You ask worriedly, your attention now shifted at the mention of Javy.
âHeâs okay. I think Mateo has been giving him a bit of a hard time and he just wanted some support.â Jake explains and you find yourself focusing on the surroundings zipping by you instead of looking at your dad. You had suggested to Mateo that he attempt to form some kind of bond with Javy and you could only hope that you were able to get through to him.
âSorry. I didnât realise Javy was struggling. I didnât mean to snap at you.â You apologise once more, barely able to look over at your dad as he shakes his head.
âSweetheart, itâs fine. Itâs on me for letting you down. I think your anger was warranted.â Jake says with a small smile, briefly glancing over at you as you nod slightly.
âIâm still sorry. I hope Javy is doing okay.â You say softly as Jake turns the car down the road your house is on.
âI spoke to him at work today, he seemed happier. He told me Mateo made the effort to talk to him last night over dinner.â Jake says as you smile lightly, relieved to hear that Mateo has listened to what you said and tried talking to his dad. After Jake had parked on the driveway, you both get out of the car and before Jake could begin to head towards the front door, you round the car quickly and trap your dad in a hug, holding him tightly.
âI love you, Dad.â You say as Jake wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
âI love you too, y/n. Are we good now?â Jake replies softly, pulling away slightly so he can look down at you.
âWeâre good now.â You confirm with a smile, hugging your dad one last time before you pull away and head into the house where Bradley is standing in the hall with a smile and folded arms.
âHave you two finally made up now?â Bradley asks, quirking an eyebrow as the two of you nod lightly, smiles gracing all of your faces.
âWe have,â Jake says, crossing to Bradley to press a soft kiss to his lips while you take your shoes off and excuse yourself to your room, claiming to want to do homework but all you wanted to do was text Mateo, leaving your dadâs downstairs.
Over time, your relationship with Mateo began to develop. You found it difficult, constantly having to sneak around when you were at school or around your parents. You had decided to make it known that you and Mateo were now on friendlier terms, but you had to keep your PDA on the down low and you often found yourselves having to go around to each otherâs houses if you knew you had an empty house.
However, thinking you were alone ended up being the reason you both got caught.
âHey, Darling.â Mateo greeted you at the door before you even got the chance to knock on the front door.
âHey, Asshat.â You say teasingly barely stepping through the door before Mateoâs lips connect with yours, his hands reaching for your waist to pull you closer, slamming the door behind you the moment you cross the threshold.
You decided to forgo heading upstairs so you went into the living room, your lips barely pulling apart as the two of you strumbled through the house before you ended up on the couch. The two of you continued to make out, only pulling apart for brief seconds for air before reconnecting your lips, your arms wound around Mateoâs neck, attempting to pull him closer while Mateoâs hands tangled in your hair. The two of you were oblivious to the world around you, in your head it was just you and Mateo and nothing else mattered. What you didnât acknowledge, was the sound of the keys in the door and the sound of the door opening.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â You both leap apart at the sound of Javyâs shocked voice, your eyes wide as you look over at him.
âI⊠weâŠâ you start, glancing from Mateo to Javy and then back again.
âI mean is it not obvious? You do have eyes.â Mateo answers as if he were answering a simple question, leaning back against the couch, one arm lying along the back behind you as if he were waiting for an opportunity to hold you.
âI could do without the attitude, Mateo.â Javy exhales, his hand coming up to rub at his brow, already beginning to feel a headache forming.
âIâm not wrong, am I?â Mateo says with a shrug.
âHow long has this been going on?â Javy asks, eyes flicking between the two of you.
âA couple of weeks?â You reply, your answer coming more as a question as you sheepishly watch Javy who sighs.
âYou know what? Iâm not going to question you any more. I just wanted to come home and grab something. Iâll leave you alone. Just⊠be safe if youâre going to do anything.â Javy says pointing at the two of you as you feel your face heat up while Mateo rolls his eyes and Javy grabs what he had forgotten and makes his way towards the front door to make his exit.
As Javy exits the house and makes his way towards his car, he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing a message to Jake.
âDid you know our kids were dating?â
At the sound of his phone buzzing, Jake grabs his phone off the table, glancing up at Bradley apologetically before looking down at his phone, his eyebrows furrowing before he flipped his phone around to show Bradley.
âWhat the hell?â
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Broadway :3c
And I hear ya. (Insert spooky joke here) There is a sprawling WEB of central hubs, for The Arts. For trade. For getting drunk and having a good time. The Zone is large and it is endless. You'll NEVER reach the far end. It can never reach you.
All things, in gentle sweeping waves, across eternity.
So when folks want to have "a market" or "a movie theater" or "the waterpark"? You gotta PICK a point on the endless map. Figure if you are close or far enough away for others like it, to make it worth the effort to build.
You might even be the first to do it for GALAXIES in any direction! People might fly for WEEKS to come to your place! Move their Lairs to be closer too it. Like dust gathered by gravity, slowly creating planets and stars. A mega Lair. A CITY.
They rise, they fall, the Zone shifts all the while.
But!
Does the dead starlet stop singing? Does getting gunned down, stop the show?? I think NOT! Where is her STAGE? What musicals? What dramas? What operas and tragedies and forms unknown to human kind??! Ballet dancers who CAN defy gravity! Singers who have no NEED for air! The haunting blend of instruments, that could never in life have met! From empires long turned to ASH!
The greatest show in DEATH!
Ember was a world wide hit. Yes, her voice was hypnotic. But that could be FOUGHT. It was SKILL that carried the game. And she was hardly "I was Literally The Greatest My Planet Ever Produced" skilled. She was good, great even. Not "I was Born For Greatness" Excellence.
And like?
.....eventually? Danny's gonna ask after "cultural-y" Culture stuff. Clothes and food. Music and the arts. To help his parents get used to the whole "our son is half-dead" thing. To show he's not some mindless monster now.
And? Ghostwriter? Probably an absolute legend. Does he know where you can find some CULTURE? Oh THANK ZONE! He thought you'd NEVER ask! You unsophisticated-! *fist fight in a library* Still a dick, though. Always and forever.
And just? Imagine Broadway stretched out into a floating city. That never sleeps. Never stops. Shows ever changing. Some on a cycle, some only once. Dream-like. Beautiful. Eye catching.
And yeah, Danny didn't think he LIKED musicals. It was more of a Jazz thing. But? This was important! Gotta get the whole family in the Speeder. We're going to see a play, guys! We'll pick when we get there! Family road trip! Educational! We can make notes!
His parents are trying to be supportive. Big, fixed, strained grins. Trying to pretend to be excited. But they... DO seem reluctantly intrigued? And Jazz is all but vibrating in her seat. It's basically her "before you go away to college" present. And she is THRILLED.
The longer she excitedly speculates? The more into it she gets their folks. This IS gonna be new! Exciting! Never before seen Ghost Culture! Music! As a FAMILY! Think we could find souvenirs? Ooooh, wonder if they sell CDs??!
Then? They GET there. And it's... it's like seeing the Las Vegas strip for the first time, except multiplied into a city. Made of even MORE styles and eras. At angles gravity would never allow.
The air filled with laughter and excitement, people rushing to shows or humming bits of tunes. Street stalls. Fountains. Flowers growing everywhere.
They could stay for months and not even reach a fraction of these buildings. His parents are taking countless photos. His sister squeeling with joy as she races for an information kiosk like they just arrived at Disneyland. He, at least, remembers to lock up the Speeder. Grab their day bags.
When did HE become the responsible one?
The argue over shows. Obviously. Wouldn't be Fenton's otherwise. HE wants to see the alien one. It's from mars! But it's his sister's trip, as his dad points out, so she gets to choose. She picks a musical set during the Fall of Krpton. He's... reluctantly kinda interested. I mean, EVERYBODY likes Superman, right?
It's... it's amazing. Terrible, but amazing. I mean? A coming of age story cut tragically short? Oof. Hello, massively projecting then getting FEELS about it! Yeah, sure, rip my heart out why don't you? He's fine. No, really! Just drowning in his own emotions over here. The refrain of "A Life Well Lived"? *gargling dying whale noises* he's FINE. Not grappling with anything! Go on without him!
Thankfully?
They DO sell CDs.
He... he may end up, kinda, getting a bit of a collection. Going on the weekends, hoping show to show. Wandering to whichever catches his eye in the moment. Buying the CDs for one's he likes. Which? Honestly is a lot of them. Even though there's all sorts of genres and languages. Cause it... it RESONATES you know?
The grief. The anger. The "I have died but I wasn't FINISHED. It isn't FAIR.". And? Something about ghost speak flows so BEAUTIFULLY in song? It's hard to explain. But he... he needs them.
A pair of headphones, a CD, and a clear night sky? Nothing touches it. It's like a trance made of light. Like he can just drift.
The problem? Is the CDs are kinda... Zone made? They're radioactive, for one. Nothing a Fenton CD player can't handle. But... they? Also? Kinda fuckin GLOW? Like... very, very noticeably. And not in a "ha ha, cool glow in the dark paint!" Sorta way.
.........but like FUCK is he leaving his music behind when he goes to college. Gotham will have to deal. It's already a burning shit-nado, it can handle this. Probably. He'll put um in a lead lined box. Actually, speaking OF.... he needs to get a few more of those... *goes back to packing*
Which? Is how? The Bats are treated to some of the most HAUNTING music they've ever heard, belted and crooned from Some Guy's speakers, out an open window, on the "stop for a mid-patrol drink of water and a snack" building. It's one of the intersections of their patrol routes. And THAT? That is some dude listening to a Romani ballad about death and the circus. Now it's a musical about the trenches of an obscure war.
Okay, that was DEFINITELY Kryptonian. Like... coherent Krypto- *Bruce gets a call from Clark on his "work" number DEMANDING to know where that is coming from. Who is that voice Bruce?!* huh.... Well Then.
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Kiss Her You Fool
~Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly~
Author's Note: requested! As always italics are flashbacks Summary: Luke is confronted by his friends over his feelings for Y/N Warnings: descriptions of a emotional academic defeat, implied smut Word Count: 4,458 Luke Hughes x fm!reader
Luke was always smitten over Y/N. Even when he was four years old, he would beg his mother if he could go pick flowers to make her a bouquet. The flowers would always be the yellow dandelions because they were the easiest ones to find. There were always hundreds in the field near his house.Â
As he got older, his infatuation with Y/N became more subtle. He would walk with her to school, take her ice skating, and be inseparable.Â
In general their families were inseparable. Ellen and her mother, Joanne, played hockey together for the majority of their careers. They were best friends and were overjoyed that their children were best friends. Joanne had two kids, two girls while Ellen had three boys. Y/Nâs sister, Josephine, was almost ten years younger than her. Ten years old and an ice skating prodigy. She was adored by everyone in both families.Â
It was obvious to everyone in the families that Luke and Y/N were destined to be together. Ellen and Joanne were pregnant at the same time and the idea that the two would be best friends crossed their minds. Perhaps even future partners.
Despite being inseparable throughout their entire time in high school, not once did they try to pursue a relationship. It was a topic of discussion between Ellen and Joanne constantly.Â
But now, they are away at college together. A new environment, new people. New chances.
Luke was laying on her bed, his laptop resting on his chest as he scrolled through his assignment details. He was completely unsure of what he was even supposed to do with it. Y/N and Luke have practically spent all of their free time together, instead of seeking out new people to be friends with. Sure, Luke hung out with the hockey team all of the time but when he wasnât with them he was with her.Â
Y/N stepped into her dorm room, holding her phone to her ear. She smiled towards Luke before she said, âOkay, I gotta go, Mom. Luke and I are supposed to be studying for our math exam,â she mumbled into the phone. She hung up shortly after as she shoved her phone into pocket. She met his gaze as she dropped her bag beside her desk. âHowâd you get in here?â she asked as she wandered towards the bed.Â
Luke smirked as he placed his computer down beside him on the bed. He rested his hands onto his chest, âYour roommate let me in,â he mumbled. She nodded as she began shoving him over, telling him to scoot over on the bed. He took a hold of his computer, placed it onto his chest again as he scooted directly against the wall.
She laid down beside him, their arms and legs completely rubbed against one another in the small twin bed. Luke clenched his jaw as he slowly opened up his computer again to start focusing on his assignment. He needed to focus on something else other than the feeling of her thigh against his.
She rolled over, turning her back towards Luke as she curled her legs up. âI thought you were doing homework?â he asked her as he watched her body go up and down as she breathed. He shamelessly admiring her frame, a small blush rose to his cheeks as he took in a sharp shaky breath.Â
âI am so tired, I need a nap first,â she let out, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she leaned down and took a hold of the small blanket. Tossing it over her frame, she subconsciously scooted back away from the edge of the bed, closer to Luke. His entire body stiffened as he tilted his head back. He stared towards the popcorn ceiling as he felt heat rise in his body.Â
âYou can take one too,â she offered, rolling onto her back, her body bumping into his. His eyes widened as he met her gaze. His lips parted slightly while he contemplated on how to reply.Â
It wasnât like theyâve never been this close before. Theyâve always been close and cuddly their whole friendship. Theyâve known nothing else. It didnât bother him until a few nights ago.
The small group from the team was pre-gaming the bars they were planning on spending their night at. The team invited their friends and girlfriends to the pre-game. It seemed like its own party at that point. Y/N was sitting on the table beside one of the player's girlfriends, Jeannette.
Luke walked up to her and Y/Nâs eyes lit up, subconsciously Luke put his legs between hers. She rested her hand on his arm, she slowly ran her thumb across the exposed skin of his bicep. He rested his hand onto her hip, rubbing his hand onto the fabric of her skin tight dress. His drunken gaze was focusing on the gloss of her lips. It was dark, she couldnât tell what he was looking at.
âLukey,â she let out, her glossed lips curling up into a grin. He slowly trailed his gaze from her lips, to her cheek bones to her eyes. Her eyes were squinted as she squeezed his bicep. âHow much have you had?â she asked him. He nodded slowly as he giggled.Â
âJust enough,â he mumbled. She glided her hand up from his arm, up his shoulder towards his neck. She slowly glided her fingers from the base of his neck up, she ran her fingers through the ends of his hair.Â
Dylan tilted his head to the side, glancing towards Ethan beside him. âTouchy for just friends, huh?â Dylan asked Ethan. They both began laughing as they continued watching their new friend and his supposed best friend.Â
Luke leaned his head forward and rested it onto her shoulder. A giggle left her lips as she leaned her head against his. âCome on, letâs go chug some water,â He groaned as he lifted his head from her shoulder. Steadying herself, she kept her hands on his arms as she glided off of the table. She smiled towards Jeanette as she adjusted the end of her dress.
âI donât need water,â he let out as he shamelessly scanned her frame. She tilted her head to the side as she held out her hand.Â
âHumor me,â she let out as he shook his head while fighting the smirk on his lips. He dropped his hand in hers, letting her lead him astray towards the kitchen area. She walked towards the collection of red solo cups. Pulling two from the collection, she handed one towards him. She let go of his hand as she walked towards the fridge. She leaned against it as she began letting the water pour in the cup.
âFinish two of these cups before we go to the bar,â she expressed as she handed him a full cup of water. He pouted his lips dramatically as he met her gaze.Â
âYouâre lame,â he mumbled as he reluctantly brought the cup towards his lips. He began gulping the water down. She rolled her eyes playfully as she began pouring more water into the second cup he handed towards her.Â
âYou love it,â she muttered with a teasing smirk. He pulled the cup away from his lips, flipping it over showing it was empty. He took in a sharp breath.Â
âYeah I do,â he expressed through a chuckle. She tilted her head to the side as she continued staring into his eyes. A small smile is evident in her features.Â
The next day at practice, all of the boys that were at the pre-game wouldnât leave him alone about them. Were convinced they were in love because no one who were âjust friendsâ would ever act like they do. Dylan brought up a good point that he would never be that touchy with him. It wasnât a guy/girl thing, it was anyone else vs. Y/N.
He took a shaky breath as he turned his gaze back towards the computer screen, âThis is due tomorrow, I have to get it done,â he mumbled. She nodded as she rolled back over. He clenched his jaw while he squinted his eyes shut. âCan I ask you something f-first?â he let out before he fully processed what he was speaking.
She rolled back over, meeting his gaze. She kept her hands beneath her head as she looked up towards him. She hummed. âDoes it bother you that I touch you as much as I do? I mean like at the pre-game the other night,â he let out as he slammed his computer screen shut. He tilted his gaze to the side, their faces mere inches away from one another.Â
She furrowed her eyebrows softly, âI was the one who initiated all of it, if I remember correctly,â she mumbled. Luke nodded softly. She scanned his features for a few seconds before she asked, âWas I too much?â He shook his head instantly, definitely way too fast. âWhyâd you bring it up?â she questioned.Â
He took a deep breath as he shut his computer and delicately placed it between them. He rolled onto his side, facing her. âThe guys asked if we were dating because of how touchy we are,â he explained, avoiding her gaze. He kept looking at different parts of her. Her lips, her nose, her hair, her collarbone, anywhere but her eyes. âI wanted to make sure you werenât uncomfortable,â he continued.
âWere you?â she asked, pulling her lips between her teeth. She kept her gaze on his wandering eyes until he finally met hers.
His heart started racing as he looked deeply into her eyes. âOf course not,â he mumbled. His cheeks flushed red as he continued looking into hers.
âOkay,â she let out barely audible.
His phone began vibrating in his pocket, he mumbled something she couldnât hear as he pulled it out of his pocket. He stared towards his motherâs contact photo. He contemplated ignoring the call but he pulled the phone to his ear. It was close enough to where Y/N could listen in on the conversation.
âHey Mom,â he mumbled, swallowing hard.
âI didnât know you and Y/N had a class together,â she began. Luke furrowed his eyebrows harshly, quickly shifting his gaze towards Y/N.
He cleared his throat, âWeâve got the same professor but different classes,â he explained. Y/N nodded encouragingly. âWhy?â he questioned.Â
âI just wanted to check in, see how you and Y/N are doing. You know college is a lot,â she expressed. Luke rolled his eyes.Â
âWeâre fine Mom, Joanne, weâre good,â he expressed a dry chuckle leaving his lips.Â
âOkay, okay, well enjoy your night,â his mom said before hanging up the phone. Luke slowly pulled the phone away from his ear, he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. They both bursted into laughter.
âTheyâre nuts,â she mumbled as she rolled to face away from him. He stared towards the back of her head, his smile slowly slipping from his lips.
~~~
Luke was sitting on the edge of the couch alone. It was a team bonding event where the players got to invite their partners as well. Luke wanted to invite Y/N but he knew that it would further the misconception that they were together. He was sipping the beer staring towards the wood planks on the floor.
âWhereâs your girlfriend?â Rutger asked as he slapped his hand onto Lukeâs shoulder. Luke rolled his eyes as he dropped his head.Â
âNot my girlfriend,â he mumbled as he brought the beer towards his lips. Rutger rolled his eyes as he shifted his gaze towards Luke.Â
âCome on,â he let out with a chuckle. Rutger met Lukeâs gaze, frowning slightly.
âWeâre not dating,â he repeated as he kept his gaze on the wooden floor.
âOkay, fine,â Rutger offered as he brought the beer towards his lips. âBut you want to date her, donât you?â he asked. Luke froze, staring at the beer in his hand. His nail ripped at the label, tearing it.Â
âI donât know,â Luke mumbled. Rutger bumped into him excitedly.Â
âYou should just ask her out,â Rutger said simply.
âWhat if I donât even want to ask her out?â Luke asked, throwing his hands to the side. Rugter rolled his eyes as he had a wide smile on his lips.Â
âFine, what do you want then?â Rutger asked. Luke felt his lips curl upward, he pressed his lips together to avoid the obvious smirk rising on his lips.
âI donât know,â he muttered. Rutger slapped his hand against Lukeâs chest. Luke huffed while he shook his head, âOkay fine,â he mumbled glancing towards Rutger. He brought the beer towards his lips, took a long swig before he answered. âI just wanna know what itâs like to kiss her,â Luke let out, his cheeks flushing bright.Â
âYou should do that,â Rutger teased, nudging his arm. He pointed his hand towards Kayleigh and Y/N chatting together across the room. Lukeâs eyes followed where Rutger was pointing to. His mouth fell open when he saw her across the room.Â
She raised a shaky fist up as she knocked against his door three times. She wasnât sure if he was home, but she needed to see him. After a few seconds Luke pulled open the door, his frame was shirtless. His hair was messily laid across his forehead. âY/N, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âCan I come in?â she asked, he reached his hand over and took a hold of her arm, pulling her inside. He shut the door behind her. Once inside the dorm room she spun around and wrapped her arms around the center of his chest.
At first, he froze. His arms remained in the air as he wasnât sure if he should pull her away, ask her whatâs wrong. Wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tightly around his chest. She let out a sob and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. He took a deep breath as he squeezed her tightly against his chest.Â
âIâm sorry,â she mumbled against his chest. He shook his head as he rested his hand on the back of her head. He stroked his hand against her hair soothingly.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice rasped.Â
âIâm just so overwhelmed,â she mumbled as she pulled away from him, she brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. âIâm failing my philosophy class and I just failed my stats test. I am so stressed,â she spun around avoiding his gaze.
âItâs only September, you can come back from that,â he offered. She shook her head as another sob left her throat. He took a step towards her. He nodded, knowing she didnât want solutions. âI have the room to myself tonight,â he offered as he took a hold of her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. She felt her breath get caught in her throat.Â
âLetâs watch Harry Potter, eh?â he asked. She let out a dry chuckle as she squinted her eyes harshly. He took a hold of her hand, guiding her towards his bed. âI was actually about to start the first movie anyway,â he mumbled as he patted his hand against the mattress.Â
She took in a shaky breath as she met his gaze. She nodded as she began to climb onto his mattress. He climbed up, leaning his body against the wall. She laid beside him and wiped the tears away from her eyes as she shifted her body towards him. âIs it weird if I ask if we could cuddle?â she let out, she shook her head. âWeird definitely weird Iâm sorry-â
Luke didnât hesitate as he climbed under the covers, she followed in pursuit. He laid on his back, tucking the pillow nicely beneath his head. âCome âere,â he mumbled as he held out his arm, giving her space. She smiled softly as she slowly rested her head onto his chest. He slipped his arm around her waist. Cautiously trailing his fingertips along her skin.Â
She could hear his heart beat hard and fast against his chest, it was an inconsistent rhythm that she wanted to ask him about. Except she wouldnât be in that position anymore and all she ever wanted was to be in his arms. He took a deep breath as he lifted his hand up, and wiped her hair away from her face. She smiled to herself as she watched the opening scene of Harry Potter start.Â
She sniffled as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. A sigh left her lips as she very reluctantly sat up. Luke looked towards her, scanning her frame. She brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face as she brought the phone to her ear. âHey Mom,â she mumbled as she looked down toward Luke. His lips curled upwards slightly.
âAre you okay?â her mother asked on her line of the phone. Y/N kept her gaze shamelessly on Lukeâs abs that were in her direct line of sight.Â
âJust been having a rough few days,â she let out as she sniffled.Â
âWant to come home for the weekend?â her mother quickly offered. Y/N shook her head, as if her mother could see her.
âNo, itâs okay. Luke and I are having a Harry Potter marathon so Iâll be okay,â she said with a soft chuckle leaving her throat.Â
âOh,â her mother said excitedly before she began whispering the words to someone else, probably Lukeâs mom.Â
âSo she was crying and the first person she goes to is you?â Rutger explained after Luke told him the story of last night. Luke nodded, âAnd then asks to cuddle while you guys watch movies together?â he questioned again, pointing towards the air. Luke nodded again. âDude sheâs in love with you,â he let out. Luke laughed nervously while shaking his head.Â
âNo sheâs not,â he said as he looked across the room towards her. Their gaze connected a few times as Kayleigh and Y/N walked through the small party area. Neither Luke or Y/N attempted to make conversation. âJust because-â
âDude I do that shit with Kayleigh. You two are practically dating without even realizing it,â Rutger expressed, a dry chuckle leaving his throat. Luke clenched his jaw as he watched Y/N from across the room. She had a wide smile on her lips as she was laughing at something Kayleigh had said. Her eyes slowly shifted towards Lukeâs direction. Her smile faltered slightly.Â
âJust go kiss her. If thatâs all you want,â Rutger teased as he stood up from the couch, delicately resting his hand onto Lukeâs shoulder for a few seconds before he sought after Kayleigh.Â
After a few minutes, Y/N walked towards the couch and sat down beside Luke. âIâm sorry if me being here is weird,â she mumbled. He turned his head to look towards her and shook his head. âI know these are your friends but Kayleigh asked if I want to come and I did-â
âNo, Iâm sorry I didnât invite you,â he mumbled. He clenched his jaw as he met her gaze for only a second. His eyes trailed down towards her lips.Â
âI get it, it was reserved for teammates and partners only. I guess Kayleigh isnât close with any of the girlfriends on the team. She wanted me to come, Iâm sorry-â
âStop apologizing,â he let out a grin on his lips. She pouted her lips slightly before she met his gaze, âIâm glad youâre here.â She smiled before she leaned her head against his shoulder.
~
It had been three days since the party and his conversation with Rutger. He slowly was coming to the realization that he was right. He was in love with her and he was convinced that Y/N was in love with him too.Â
Right now, he had one person he needed to call. His phone was ringing a few times before Quinn finally answered. âI know you have a preseason game tonight, Iâm sorry for calling-â
âLukey, whatâs wrong?â Quinn asked. Luke cleared his throat as he awkwardly shifted back and forth in his dorm room. It was a small space but he swore he walked a mile by now.Â
âIâm sure this is not a surprise for you at all, but it was for me so just listen?â Luke started as he looked towards himself in the mirror.Â
âListening,â Quinn let out sarcastically.Â
Luke looked over his expression before he tilted his head back, âI think Iâm in love with Y/N and I need you to tell me if sheâs in love with me,â Luke let out in one rushed out sentence. Quinn laughed. He laughed in almost a mocking way.Â
âOh my god,â his tone laced in sarcasm, âI had no idea!â he finished off by laughing dramatically again. âSheâs so in love with you itâs gross, man,â Quinn said more seriously. âWeâve got a running bet on when you two would get together. I would hurry up, I said before October it would happen,âÂ
Luke fought the smirk on his lips as he slowly pulled the phone from his ear, hanging up the phone. He quickly searched Y/Nâs name in his contacts and called her instead. Only after two rings she picked up, âLukey to what do I owe-â
âCome over right now,â he let out a smile on his lips. His body felt light for the first time in months.Â
âUh, okay?â she let out as she hung up the phone quickly. He continued pacing in his room waiting for her to arrive. His body was tingly and itchy with anticipation. All the years of pining and awkward glances were finally coming to head.
After a few minutes, she knocked on his door before she pushed it open. âLuke?â she let out as stepped inside his dorm. He spun around, a wide grin to his lips.
âHow are you?â he asked, a little too overjoyed. She stared towards him suspiciously, she laughed as she dropped her bag onto the floor as she continued towards him.Â
âIâm fine, are you okay? Are you drunk?â she questioned, widening her gaze. He shook his head, his curls bouncing slightly. âWhatâs so urgent?â she asked.
He smirked as he looked deeply into her eyes. Heâs known her for his entire life. He should know how she feels towards him. He should know but right now, he looked into her eyes and suddenly felt nervous. His body was tingly as he scanned her features.Â
His eyes landed on her glossed lips. His heart was pounding hard against his chest, fighting against every part of his body that thinks it's a bad idea. âIâm tired,â he finally let out. His eyes widening, shocked at his own words leaving his lips.Â
âOkay?â she asked, stepping towards him.
âIâm really tired, Y/N,â he mumbled as he closed the gap between them. He took two large steps towards her, using both of his hands he cupped her cheeks. He held her in place as he scanned her shocked features. His thumbs slowly caressed the heated skin against her cheeks.
Eventually, his gaze lowered towards her lips. The lips heâs craved for years. Her hands stayed up in the air in limbo, unsure of what to do. âLuke,â she breathed out as he leaned towards her pressing his lips against hers like it was the last thing he was ever going to do.Â
She wished she melted into the kiss but her body was overwhelmed with shock. She was still for only a second before she began kissing him back. Her hands slowly landed onto his chest, gripping the t-shirt on his body.Â
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. He breathed heavily as he slowly dropped one of his hands away from her cheek. His other hand slowly slipped from her cheek to the base of her neck. His hand took a hold of her hip, steadying her in place.Â
She loosened her grip on his t-shirt as she slowly opened her eyes. She met his gaze, a small smile on her lips. âI wasnât crazy,â she mumbled, her voice breaking slightly. She leaned towards him, kissing him passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible to him.Â
Her entire body felt as though she was in an inferno as his hands slowly started to roam her body. He was hesitant at first, cautiously lowering his hands on her waist as he guided her towards his bed.Â
Her legs hit the mattress, causing her to stumble backwards. A giggle left her throat as Luke pulled away from her. âAre you sure this is okay?â he asked, resting his hands onto her hips.Â
âDonât stop,â she whispered as she leaned towards him, kissing him sloppily again as he slowly lifted her up. He sat her body down on the bed. He pulled away from her for a second, pulling his shirt away from his already hot frame. âWhat does this mean?â she found herself asking as she scanned his frame, breathless.Â
He smirked as he opened her legs, stepping between them. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face as he admired her beautiful features. âAccording to every person we know, weâre practically dating already,â he let out hoarsely, âI think it's time we let ourselves in on that secret,â He mumbled as he ran his thumb across her jawline. She tried to ignore the smile forming on her lips.Â
He leaned towards her devouring her lips. He lowered his grip towards her thighs, rubbing his hand across the fabric of her pants; craving to feel the real thing. She slowly started to lean back, he quickly followed her lead. He climbed on top of her, steadying himself up with one hand as the other was rubbing small circles along the curve of her hip and lower back.
He pulled his lips away from hers as he slowly began to trail kisses from her jawline. He tugged at the hem of her shirt and she arched her back while she pulled the shirt away from her frame.Â
Over the years heâs seen her in swimsuits but nothing like this. This was only for his eyes to see. Her shirt fell to the floor as he slowly began to trail wet kisses along her skin. A soft breathy moan left her lips as he continued lower and lower down her frame, needing to feel every part of her body with his tongue.
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The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch.1
I keep seeing all the City Girl Reader x Jake stories, but no cowgirl reader x Jake. So I decided to take the liberty of writing one myself. Hope y'all enjoy it!
This was the first time you were going to see Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw. You had both crossed paths in college becoming close friends, and when he heard that you were trying to get away from a stalker ex boyfriend he had suggested you come stay with him. He had just gotten back from a big mission, but couldnât tell you the specifics other than he had a near death experience. The skyline was beautiful as you drove towards Bradleyâs apartment.
When you pulled up the apartment was close to the beach. You walked up to the second floor finding his apartment number and knocked on the door. It only took a few minutes when the door swung open to reveal Bradley in shorts a white tank and ugly Hawaiian shirt. âYou still wear those Hawaiian shirtsâ, you laughed. âOf course, and you're still wearing jeans, cowboy boots and that ratty old ball cap. Youâre in California now might as well go for some shortsâ, he laughed back.
âNo wayâ, you said. Bradley swooped you up squeezing the life out of you. âItâs so good to see you,â he stated. âSame here Rooster same hereâ, you smiled. He set you back down and offered to help you bring your stuff in. âYou still drive this old truckâ, he said. âYeah I canât let this baby go. Great gas mileage and as Joe Diffie says an 8 foot bed that never has to be made. Not to mention the bench seatâ, you giggle as Bradleyâs face goes red.
âI swear your mind is always in the gutterâ, Bradley jested. âWell I grew up on a farm with brothers what did you expectâ, you huffed dramatically. Bradley helped you get your measly duffle bag into the apartment. âHoly shit Roo this is an apartment? More like a small houseâ, you say more to yourself than Bradley. âWell Iâm a tall guy I gotta have roomâ, he joked. He showed you to the guest room, and left you alone to unpack.
It took you all of ten minutes to unpack your things, and when you walked out to the main living area Bradley was hanging up his cellphone. âHey want to go down to the Hard Deck with me?â, he asked. âIf itâs a bar yaâ know Iâm inâ you respond eagerly. âYou want to change?â, he questioned. âNo Iâm in comfortable clothesâ, you replied. Once the apartment was all locked up you went straight for the Bronco. It was the same as you remembered it back in college no changes had been made.
The drive to the bar was filled with remembering old stories. When he pulled into a parking spot at the bar he got that serious look on his face. âListen, some of the guys I fly with will be here, but there is one in particular you should stay away fromâ, he all but growls. âHis callsign is Hangman and he is the type you donât want to get mixed up withâ, he tells you. âNotedâ, you fake salute as you both make your way into the bar.Â
It was lively for a Thursday afternoon as you followed Rooster to a pool table where two guys and a woman were playing. âRooster, good to see you man and you brought a dateâ, one of the guys said. âOh no we arenât dating. This is the friend I told you about (Y/N)â, Bradley stated. âYouâre right there is no way you could have snagged her, she's too hot for youâ, the woman laughed. âPhoenix but you can call me Natâ, she said, extending her hand. Â
You shook her hand as she introduced Payback and Fanboy. You sat back as they continued their game. Bradley had sneaked off to get another round of beers. When he came back he handed everyone their beers as the next round of pool started. You declined to play as Bradley joined this game. Half way through you were out of beer. âIâm going to the bar if anybody needs anythingâ, you announced. Everyone saying they were alright for now you headed towards the bar.Â
Low and behold there was Pete. He had come to some of the college baseball games when Bradley played and Bradley had introduced you. You said hello as a woman stepped up to ask what you would like. âWhat bourbons do you have?â, you questioned. The woman listed them and you made your choice. âIâll take the Jack nâ Coke and make it a double pleaseâ, you answered.Â
As she made your drink Pete introduced you to her. She was the bar owner, Penny, who he was currently dating. You congratulated them and turned to find Bradley had taken to the piano and the pool table was free. You quickly made your way there and picked up a pool stick. You were down to the last couple of shots when you swore you felt someone was staring at you.
Jake had just walked in and was ordering a beer scoffing when he heard the familiar tune Rooster was playing on the piano. Then movement at the pool table caught his eye. A woman that definitely didnât fit this type of bar scene was bent over the pool table lining up a shot. He couldnât help but stare at her ass and the way those jeans hugged it. Once Penny handed him his beer he started making his way to the pool table.
âUh oh looks like Hangman has his sights setâ, Penny said. Maverick looked and started to laugh, âOh donât worry she can handle herself trust meâ. Penny gave him a questioning look, but proceeded to watch what was about to happen. Jake had just made it to the pool table when you sank another shot. âI donât mean to be rude darlinâ, but it doesnât look like youâre from around hereâ, he stated smiling.Â
âAs a matter oâ fact Iâm notâ, you replied. âWell with that accent Iâd say the southâ, he guessed. âAnd with that accent and cocky attitude Iâm guessing Texan and an aviatorâ, you said, sinking another shot while looking him in the eye. âWell youâd be right. Mind if I join ya I promise Iâll go easy on ya. Names Jake by the wayâ, he cockily replied. âI guess, but itâll be a cold day in hell before I go easy on ya. Mines (Y/N)â, you smugly replied.
Jake liked this one already, feisty, and willing to dish it back at him. Usually women would already be giggling and batting their lashes at him. âI would say gentleman first, but you donât look much like a gentlemanâ, you scoffed. âOuch. I would say ladies first, but you look more like a hellcat. Tell me how sharp are your clawsâ, he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. âYouâll never find outâ, you replied. âHow about a betâ, he said. âAlright Iâm listeningâ, you responded.Â
âIâll give you a hundred dollars if you winâ, he states. âWhat if you win?â, you inquired. âIf I win you go out on a date with me, and maybe if I like you we can go back to my apartmentâ, he added. You seemed to think it over as the smile stayed on his smug face. Who did this guy think he was for one and for two you werenât one for one night stands, but a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars. âAlright you're on, but when you lose donât throw a tantrum like a childâ, you told him.
He let you go first which was his first mistake. You shot and the balls scattered and the solid red seven went in. The next shot you lined up and the yellow one ball went in. You were lining up and about to shoot when the man you were playing against brushed up against you to whisper in your ear. âYa know, ya look good bent over this pool table wonder what else you would look good bent overâ, he declared.
You knew he was trying to throw you off, and you glanced over your shoulder at him giving a sultry look. Then you sank your shot standing to line up your next shot. âHoney just quit while youâre aheadâ, you smirked. You missed the next shot and he took his turn and sank one of his shots. Jake was lining up his next shot when he looked up, only for you to be right across from him leaning on a table with your ass jutted out talking with none other than Bob.Â
No you werenât talking you were flirting how could you flirt with Bob and not him. He was tall, handsome and could show you a much better time he was sure of it. When his shot missed you quickly turned to look at him with a shit eating grin. âLooks like itâs my turnâ, you declared. You sank a shot, but then you felt him behind you and he leaned over you almost caging you in. âYou sure that's a good angle?â, he examined. âOh I think Iâll do just fineâ, you retorted then brought the pool stick back tapping him below the belt.
He groaned and backed up enough for you to sink your shot. You sank another shot, but missed the next one. As he bent over the pool table to line up his shot you took your chance. You walked up and whispered in his ear, âHow many rounds do you think I could ride before fallinâ offâ. Then for good measure you turned letting him watch your ass sway as you walked to get your drink. He was imagining all the ways he could have you whimpering and calling his name.
He lined up his shot and it was slightly off making him frown. You were starting to get to him and you both carried on like that until there were only a couple shots left. You were winning and to be honest Jake couldnât even be upset. Just being around you and flirting, if one could call it that, was entertaining and he wondered even if he lost if you would give him a chance to take you out on a date. You asked for a break to go to the bar and get another drink.
âIâll get it, what're you havinâ?â, Jake asked, accent thick. âThanks but I can get my own drinks. Bob make sure he doesnât cheatâ, you smiled. Bob nodded and Jake watched as you made your way to the bar putting a little more sway in your hips than normal. When you made it to the bar Penny waited on you again. âYou know you should be careful with that oneâ, Penny told you, referring to Jake. âWhyâs that?â, you implored.Â
âHe is a one night stand kind of guyâ, she mentioned. âItâs alright Penny Iâve dealt with his kind beforeâ, you smirked. Pete shook his head as he continued to drink his beer. You made it back just in time for Rooster and his friends to come back over to the pool table. Rooster grabbed your elbow asking, âWhat did you bet?â. âCalm down Roo he bet that if I win he gives me a hundred bucks and if he wins I go on a date with himâ, you huffed. âSeriously, why the hell would you do that?â, Bradley grits out. âBecause it seemed like fun and a hundred dollars is a hundred dollarsâ, you respond.
âBradshaw as I live and breatheâ, Jake states. âHangmanâ, Bradley spits back. Now it made sense this was the guy that Bradley had warned you about. âBradley itâs okay I only have two more shots to sink to winâ, you told him. You grabbed your pool stick and lined up your shot and sank it without problem. The last one you had to sink and you looked up to see Bradley gripping his beer bottle so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Then you looked at Jake seeing him smirking at Bradley before saying, âYa know I was wondering if inviting her to my house for dinner would be a good first date. I make a damn good steakâ. Bradley looked like he could punch him any moment so you took your shot making them both whip their heads to the table. The last ball smacked the side and right into the corner pocket. âAlright Hangman pay upâ, you smirked.
His smile stayed on his face as he pulled a hundred out of his wallet handing it over to you. âI was expecting you to chokeâ, he said. âI bet you thought Iâd be choking on you after the imaginary date too huhâ, you laughed. Natâs eyes widened and she tried to contain her laughter as Jakeâs smile faltered a little. He couldnât respond. You had actually left him speechless and the image burned itself into his brain as the others started to dog him and make jokes at his expense.
Jake watched as you high fived Rooster and finished your drink. He watched as you made your way back to the bar to order another drink. On your way back a guy cut you off from continuing to the rest of the group. You obviously turned him down as he watched this man call you a bitch. You said something back as you walked around the man and he started to get up to intervene. The nerve of this guy that had just asked you if you would like to go back to his place for some fun; then got angry and called you a bitch when you refused.
He grabbed your arm and spun you around making you spill your drink. The man was obviously drunk and you were now pissed that your drink was all over the floor. âLook Iâm not going to go home with you asshole. Now let me go yaâ fuckerâ, you seethed. âI donât think you know who I am bitchâ, he stated, and that's when his hand came up and slapped you. It stung and knocked you back a couple steps as your brain registered what happened. You had long dropped your drink and balled your hand into a fist and let it fly.
It hit the man right in his nose as blood gushed from it. âYou whoreâ, the man spit. He was about to charge at you when two people got in between the fight. The first you noticed was Bradley and the other was Jake. âYou need to apologize and get the fuck out of this barâ, Jake said. âIâm not apologizing to that whoreâ, the man responded. The bell rang out as everyone started shouting overboard. You had no clue what was happening.
Rooster and Hangman nodded to each other and grabbed the guy by the arms as Payback came over to grab the man's legs. They carried him to the back deck and threw him out onto the sandy beach. âIf you come back you mess with all of usâ, Hangman shouted. All of the people in the bar shouted in agreement as Penny and Pete were checking you over. âYour cheek is already swellingâ, Penny said as she went to get a bag of ice.Â
While you were waiting on Penny, Pete helped you onto a bar stool looking at the red hand print on your cheek. âAre you alright, darlin?â, Jake asked as he came up to you and Pete. âYeah nothing I ainât used toâ, you respond. Jake smiles but you can tell it doesnât meet his eyes. âIâm fine I swearâ, you state. When Penny gets back with a bag of ice wrapped in a small hand towel you thank her and ask for another drink. Jake watches as Penny makes your drink and he smiles genuinely then.
âShould have known you would like a strong drinkâ, Jake says. Bradley finally makes his way to you to make sure you are okay. âWe should go after you're finished with that drinkâ, Bradley states. âOh come on it was a slap not a punchâ, you huffed. âYeah and how long were you on the road for before you got here?â, Bradley questioned. âLook I slept in my truck till noon and hit the road then. I got a full eight hour sleep. I am not leaving yetâ, you replied stubbornly. âYou slept in your truck?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!â, Bradley shouted.Â
âHey ease up Rooster she obviously can handle herselfâ, Jake jumped in. âStay out of this Hangmanâ, Roster seethed. âLook, I'm a big girl and can make my own decisions. Iâm not your girl and I swear if you say we need to go Iâll just get a ride from Jake here. Iâm sure he wouldnât mindâ, you stated. That seemed to have Rooster backing down as Jake grinned. âI wouldnât mind taking you anywhere you needed to go darlinâ, he replied.Â
âNo he will notâ, Bradley huffed. âThen it looks like weâre staying a little longerâ, you said. You grabbed your drink and made your way back to Roosters friends who had once again taken over the pool table. âSheâs a pistolâ, Jake said aloud. âYou donât know the half of it. Do me a favor and stay away from her. She doesnât need anymore heartbreak than she's already hadâ, Rooster grumbled. âNot making any promisesâ, Jake responded.Â
You watched as Bradley and Jake spoke to each other then started making their way to the pool table. âRooster, how about you take my spot!â, Fanboy yelled. Rooster agreed, taking Fanboyâs spot and now that he was distracted you made your way out to the deck of the bar. The smell of the ocean and the slight breeze helped you to relax. Jake came to stand beside you leaning over the rail. âSo you and Rooster huh?â, he inquired.Â
âNo nothing like that. He sees me more as a sisterâ, you replied. âSo what really brings you out here?â, he pried. âI thought Rooster would have told you all, but I was being stalked by an ex boyfriend and when I told Roo he told me to come out hereâ, you explained. âMy sister dealt with an ex boyfriend like that, but in Texas we take care of our own. Why didnât you go stay with your family?â, he asked.Â
âI would if there were any alive to talk to. The only family I have is a brother and he doesnât want to have anything to do with meâ, you explained. âDamn well if you ever need the dagger squad weâll be there for yaâ unless we are out on missionsâ, Jake responds. âThanksâ, you responded. âIf I would have won would you have gone on a date with me?â, he questions. âSee we were having a nice conversation and you ruined itâ, you laughed.Â
Jake frowned until you looked him in the eyes and said, âI would have if you had wonâ. His smile returned as you finished the rest of your drink, and dismissed yourself back to the pool table where Bradley had just finished up. Jake couldnât help but watch as you walked out the door with Rooster thinking of how to get you to go out with him.
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The Exposition
Kenji Sato x Journalist! Reader
Enemies To Lovers | Forced Proximity | Pining
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âI donât think theyâre ready for the fall, had a little, and now she wants more. Told her I gotta make some calls, This just might be one hell of a nightâ. - The Walls by Chase Atlantic
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The sports section has always been your favorite part of the newspaper. Reading about athletes making history was so inspiring. This is what ignited your interest in sports journalism. Youâd get involved in the school newspaper in high school, almost covering all the sports. You were always on a high, but it came crashing down when you entered college. Entering the Daily Bugle as the only female reporter has its downside. Your male peers would always look down on you, trying to discourage you from touching sports. Quoting your editor in chief, âLeave the sports reporting to the men who take it seriously, and report on something simple, like the upcoming musicalâ. But you were determined to make your mark in the world as a sports journalist.
You were staring at your computer for the last ten minutes trying to figure out the perfect conclusion for the basketball article. Your eyes wondered towards the time on the upper right hand corner.
4:40 pm
âIâll finish it during englishâ.
You shut off your laptop and slid it in your bag
Your evening class is on the other side of the college, and unfortunately, you donât own a car or a scooter so you have to walk 15 minutes from your dorm to your designated building. On your way to your class, you would usually pass by the baseball field, where the baseball teams begins to prep for the season.
While walking by the baseball field, you hear the sound of baseballs being hit by bats, the whistles being blown by the coach and the players yelling at each other to run.
As you continue your walk down, you hear a baseball being whacked and cheers from other players.
âWay to go Satoâ! One person cheered.
You see the baseball fly over the fence, but before you could move out of the way, everything went pitch black.
~
Moments later you wake up in a bright, unfamiliar room. Your head was pounding, and a cold pack was sitting on your forehead.
You try to sit up, but you felt too dizzy.
A woman, who you assume was the school medic, came up to you and helped you sit up.
âWhat happenedâ? You ask.
âIsnât it obvious? You got hit with a baseball. You were out for almost 5 hoursâ. She said.
âOhâ. You look down, feeling embarrassed.
âYoung lady, you shouldnât be walking near the baseball field. Especially when thereâs practice going on. Youâre lucky itâs just a mild concussionâ. The medic lectured you.
âItâs the only way I get to my classâ. Then your stomach sinks. You look at the clock.
9:32 pm.
âFuck, I missed the lectureâ! You cussed in your head. And then the realization settles in.
âFUCK I MISSED THE DEADLINEâ! You groaned while you bury your head in your hands. You can kiss your journalism dreams goodbye.
âI donât care what excuse you have. I swear, you college kids are so careless. As soon as youâre able to, get out of my office and try to find a ride homeâ. She puts another ice pack onto your head and leaves you to wallow in your misery.
âWell, isnât she delightfulâ. An unfamiliar voice says.
You look up to see a 6 ft tall guy with raven hair leaning against the door frame.
âDorthy is usually snappy at this point. I wouldnât take it personallyâ. He enters the room and approaches you.
âCan I help youâ? You ask
âI wanted to apologize to you, for accidentally hitting you with that baseballâ. He scratched his neck.
âOh, so that was youâ. You glared at the guy while fixing the ice pack on your head.
âYeah, I guess my strength was too muchâ. He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You were still unamused.
âItâs a little late, shouldnât you be heading homeâ?
âI wanted to know if you were okayâ.
âAww how thoughtfulâ.
âIâm Kenji. Kenji Sato. Baseball rookie today, baseball legend tomorrowâ. He brags.
âKenji⊠arenât you the same Kenji that scored 5 home runs in a row at that one game against Florida state two years agoâ?
He smirks. âSo youâre a fanâ.
âNot really, but I remember it made headlines for the school paper . Youâre pretty impressive for a freshmanâ.
âFor a freshman huhâ? He laughs.
âHey, itâs a compliment pretty boyâ. You lean back into the chair.
âYou know, I never got your name pretty girlâ.
âY/N. Y/N L/Nâ. You extend your hand and Kenji shook it.
âWell Y/N. I want to make this up to you. Yâknow, I havenât had dinner yet. You maybe want to join me?â
âSure. What do you have in mindâ?
~
âWait, so that was you who broke the deanâs windowâ? Your eyes widened.
âNo one knows aside from my buddies on the team. Consider it an inside scoopâ. Kenji winks.
The waiter sets down a pepperoni pizza down on the table. The smell of the sizzling meat and cheesy goodness reached both of your noses, making both of your mouths water.
You guys ate all of the pizza in under five minutes. More of Kenji eating everything considering his metabolism. A few minutes later, he pushed the dish aside and leaned back in his chair.
âSo Y/N, why journalism? Specifically sports journalismâ? He interogates.
âI used to be apart of the school newspaper back in high school. Something about watching the games and interviewing athletes has always peaked my interest. If you ask me, itâs better than reporting on politics or school playsâ. You sipped on your water.
âAhhh, so youâre nosyâ.
âYâknow if it werenât for us being nosy, you wouldnât get your 15 minutes of fameâ. You say, making Kenji chuckle
âSo, any articles youâre working onâ?
âWell, I wrote one on basketball team but I missed the deadline because somebody knocked me out with a baseballâ.
Kenji shrunk down into his seat. âSorry about that. Reallyâ.
âDonât worry, I usually donât hold grudges.â
âWell look on the bright side, you got a new storyâ. He says.
âAspiring journalist gets knocked out by the famed Kenji Satoâ.
You laughed. âAs much as that would make a really great story, nobody at that the Daily Bugle takes me seriouslyâ. You sighed, playing with the straw inside your cup.
âHow comeâ? He raised his eye brow.
âAccording to my editor, and to all the men at the daily bugle, âleave the sports to the menâ. You quote.
âThat sounds pretty toxic. You deserve a chance to show the world how crazy talented you are with words. You deserve better than that place youâre in Y/Nâ.
âAs much as I want to, Iâm willing to stay. Iâm very determined to prove myself. Even if I have to get my hands dirtyâ.
âYou are persistentâ.
âI prefer ambitiousâ.
âI like ambitious womenâ.
âSure you doâ.
~
For the last few weeks, you kept seeing Kenji. He would walk you to your classes, bring you coffee when you had a bad day at the Daily Bugle. Whenever he didnât have baseball practice, you two would either go out for dinner or hang out at your dorm. There was something about his company that never made you feel lonely.
You came to one of Kenjiâs games. Not as a reporter, but as a supporter. Despite being a little sad that the editor will never let you write for the sports section, you showed up for Kenji.
âAnd here comes number 7, right on the batâ. The announcer says as he walked up to the home plate.
You watched in concentration as he got into position. Everyoneâs eyes were on him, hoping he would bring them another win. The pitcher throws the ball and Kenji knocks the ball out of the park.
âAND ITS ANOTHER GRAND SLAM BY KENJI SATO! GIVING THE BUGLES ANOTHER WINâ! The announcer shouts into the microphone.
You cheered the loudest for Kenji as he ran through all of the bases. He made eye contact with you and winked at you, making you blush a bit.
~
You were leaning against the wall of the locker room, waiting for Kenji to come out. All of the baseball players were outside cheering and screaming like animals, celebrating another win.
âI didnât expect you to comeâ. You hear Kenji say. He walked up to you, his duffle bag in one arm, and his helmet in another.
âIâm an aspiring sports journalist. Of course Iâd show upâ. You walk up to him.
âYou played well todayâ.
âThanksâ
You and Kenji walk out of the stadium
âSo, any plans after thisâ?
âWellâ⊠You began to think. âI was thinking about heading back to my dorm, curl up in bed and watch TVâ.
âDamn, I was planning on asking you if you wanted to come back to my place, but if itâs that important to you, then who am I to stop youâ.
âWell, that also doesnât sound like a bad idea. But shouldnât you be with your team, celebratingâ? You gestured to the group of men screaming like chimpanzees.
âI donât usually go out with the team. Win or looseâ. He puts his helmet on and walks over to his bike.
âWow, didnât take you as an introvertâ.
Kenji turns in the ignition on his bike.
âAre you coming or notâ?
~
You were at the kitchen in Kenjiâs apartment fixing him a grilled cheese and popping a bottle of wine as a reward for Kenjiâs hard work. As you set the grilled cheese on the plate, Kenji immediately grabs it and takes a bite.
âWait, itâs stillâ- But before you could warn him, the burning sensation has already hit Kenjiâs tongue. He yelps at the sudden burn. Tears well in the corner of his eye as he throws the grilled cheese back onto the paper plate.
âYou shouldâve waited for it to cool downâ. You scolded.
âHey, Iâm just really hungry. Cut me some slack will youâ? He says, drinking his wine.
âAwww are you cryingâ? You notice the tear threatening to slide off his face.
âWhat? I never cryâ. He crosses his arms.
âItâs okay to cry every once in a whileâ. You laugh as you swipe the tear off with your thumb. He leans into your touch as his onyx eyes fixated onto your (eye color) orbs. He leans closer, both of your faces inches apart from each other. And out of the blue, Kenjiâs lips landed onto yours. You kiss back, tasting the red wine aftertaste. He lifts you up on the counter, and you wrap your legs around him. The air around you gets hotter, as it turns into a male out session. The next thing you know, he carries you into his room and shuts the door behind him.
~
You woke up with the sun hitting your eyes. Realizing that you were not in your own room and not wearing any clothes, the panic begins to settles in. You tried but there was a strong grip around your waist You turn around to see Kenji sleeping peacefully next to you.
âOh no, this is badâ. You panicked. If your peers at the Daily Bugle hear about you sleeping with an athlete, theyâll never take you seriously.
You slowly got out of bed, trying your best not to wake up Kenji. As you got out of his room, you were attempting to put your 3 inch heeled boots back on, accidentally kicking the wall in the process.
âShitâ. You muttered while putting on the other boot.
You quickly slipped out of Kenjiâs apartment without waking him up, already arranging your ride home.
While waiting outside the apartment building, you remembered what Kenji said, about you deserve something better than the Daily Bugle. Kenji was there for you and now youâre just leaving him. Screw what everyone thought of you. You liked Kenji, and itâs clear that he might feel the same. You went back up to his apartment. When you were about to knock, you noticed the door was slightly open. Peeping through the crack, you see Kenji talking to another guy that was probably his roommate.
âDude, what happened to you last night? You totally ditched the team againâ! The guy asks.
âLetâs just say I scored another one last nightâ. Said Kenji.
âOh shiii, Kenji you dogâ! His roomate laughs. âWho was it? Was it Tiffany from sports psychologyâ?
âNoâ.
âRosalie from the dance squadâ?
âNo. Hint: sheâs apart of the Daily Bugleâ.
It took his roommate a minute, then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
âSHIT YOU DID NOTâ.
âI didâ.
âYou do realize people look down on stuff like this, itâs like an integrity thingâ.
âI know, which is why that scores me doubleâ.
âBut if word goes out, the coach is gonna have your headâ
âItâs not like anyone has to know, anyways she ran off before I could officially walk her out. I wasnât too attached to her anywayâ. Said Kenji.
âBut donât you still care about herâ? His roomate asks, a bit of hope glimmered in your eyes.
âPfft no, sheâs some that I accidentally injured. I take her out for pizza one time and she still thinks Iâm taking her seriouslyâ. He laughs.
You stood there dumbfounded. The whole time Kenji was just using you to increase his body count?
Before you could hear any more of the conversation, you left the apartment building. You entered the taxi, tears threatening to spill. To think that a guy, let alone an athlete, actually respected you. You were stupid to believe that you had someone care about you.
A fire ignited in your belly that day. You were determined to prove all of the men wrong, to prove Kenji wrong. Even if it meant hurting him, and other people to get yourself on top.
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what if the Masked Invincible and Unmasked Invincible talked before the meeting! What if Masked told Unmasked his deal with Angstrom and Unmasked was like 'I could bring this dimension's William back with me?! Why didn't I think of that!!' and then team up.
they got like an hour to kill before the scheduled meeting and go look for them. Debbie isn't home or at her office so they go look for William figuring he could help them plus they have a better idea of where to look for him. College.
they find him and Unmasked scares the shit out of him by tackling him to the ground sobbing with the most wholesome manic grin on his face. Masked just stands there impatient like 'ask your boyfriend where mom is already!'
takes a bit for poor Will to convince Masked that he doesn't know Debbie is, cause I doubt he knows where Paul lives, which makes them miss the meeting. So now they're stranded here but that's not the worse thing since now they both have their respective loved one alive and well here. just gotta find Debbie tho
Next day Mark opens the door to see a scared shitless William being lovingly yet firmly held by one of his evil variant's and then getting the air kicked out him by another who blindsides him. Debbie and Oliver sees all this, Oliver goes to get Debbie out of here but is beaten by Masked who ruins the plan by tackling her into a hug rather than flying off with her.
The Grayson's are emotional men when raised decently.
Several moments of awkward silence where everyone just looks back forth between the evil Marks. One on the floor hugging Debbie sobbing uncontrollably and the other still in the doorway back hugging William, chin over shoulder, with a very firm glare that just screams 'try me'
Somehow they end at the couches discussing terms and conditions. No killing or hurting anyone in exchange for supervised time with William/Mom. Seems like a good enough plan until the world builds up their strength enough to figure out what the hell they should do with them
edit: I made a drabble You have your mother's eyes - Stubz - Invincible (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own]
#I've thought about this nonstop for like 3 days#to the point where I call Masked Marcus and Unmasked Marker#Marker bc its a dumb nickname Will gave him as kids#i can totally see these two teaming up if they just had the chance to talk before the meeting#Debbie gets two more sons! one of which is a total momma's boy who will kill paul if he treats her wrong#and the other is gay and doesn't listen to her as much as the others but she's winning him over with stories of Nolan failing to woo her#William gets another best friend a love interest and a weird ass love triangle#Oliver gets two more brothers who will have to go through the same lessons as he did which is murder is bad!#but unlike him they kill whoever they see fit...#Mark gets two heart attacks!! A brief questioning of his sexuality!! and thinks he should be more grateful his family is alive#invincible#mark grayson#william clockwell#debbie grayson#oliver grayson
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eyes on fire | carmen berzatto headcanon
carmen berzatto x ex!reader (but not for long...)
warnings. language, mentions of suicide & death (mikey)
authors note. thinking of turning this into a fic but i just wanted to get these thoughts thrown onto a page for now | EDIT 7/7: ITS A FIC! HERES PART ONE
you hated carmen berzatto, to say the least
you had been each others first s/o and spent a lot of the end of your teenage years attached at the hip
every berzatto family function (no matter how messy they always ended), every school dance, every hell's kitchen rerun--you and carmy were together
mikey liked to call you guys soulmates, watching how you and carmy just seemed to click like that- a statement that never failed to make carmy go flush in the face (que richie faking barfing in the background)
you were one of the first people that carmen told about his wishes for the future-how he wanted to take up the restaurant with his brother and continue the berzatto tradition
you loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about cooking with his family-the way he gave his all into his aspirations
"well you gotta make sure i'm the first one to eat those fancy sounding dishes when you start working at the beef, carm"
"absolutely, babe. i wouldn't have it any other way"
however, like everyone after high school, you and carmy hit a rough patch that sunk your relationship -- you were planning to go to college for business administration and carmy was leaving chicago to go to culinary school
you two definitely attempted everything in your power to stay together-late night skype calls, daily texts, hell you even offered to fly to new york to spend time together
but the more swamped you got with school and the more carmen got slammed with cooking (especially right before he went of to Noma), the more the truth begun to show itself
the breakup was messy, because it was less a breakup and more of ...
you: what are we doing right now? like, as a couple?
carmen: i think that i need to focus more on my career right now
you: oh, so..are we breaking up right now? (read 9:57PM)
you: carmen? (read 10:15)
you: ok, asshole, be that way (delivered)
that's right, that motherfucker ghosted you
despite the tumultuous ending of you and carmen's relationship, you were still close to sugar and mikey (and, unfortunately for you, richie)
sugar was adamant on flying over to copenhagen and have a "conversation" with her brother herself + mikey and richie were not too far behind on the cause
"it's fine guys. let's just all agree that carmen is a soft little bitch" you said, trying to lighten the mood even though you knew that you were still racking thru the pain being broken up with so suddenly
you deal with the breakup harshly at first, but you put a lot of that emotion towards your own growth
fast forward a couple years, you graduated college and are on the up-and-up in chicago as a successful business marketing manager
you get closer to the berzattos, strangely, as carmy gets more distant
you don't think of carmy much anymore but it grows harder as he wins awards and recognitions in his field that honestly make you..proud, in strange way
then, mikey dies...and a lot of things change for you
you help sugar and richie plan the funeral, and something sour sinks into your stomach when you don't see that familiar head of dirty blonde hair during the service
some months pass and you try to gather yourself and get back to normal after mikey's passing
richie invites you down to the beef one day to "catch up" randomly
you go, if not to just see tina and the rest of the crew but are met with great surprise when you see him
carmen motherfucking berzatto, in the flesh, standing behind the bar yelling to richie about something nonsensical
he stops yelling when he hears the door open and literally freezes in place when he sees you
you stare at him for a second, taking in the man who once had your heart, noting the new tattoos and the new way he styled his hair and he seems to be doing the same
then, richie breaks the silence--"oh my goodness, what are you doing here, sweetheart?"
you and carmy speak at the same time
"richie, you motherfucker"
"richie, you dick"
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