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lila-lou · 5 months ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 27/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, ANGST

Word Count: 8738

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 27 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

When you and Ben finally stepped into the meeting room, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The rest of the team glanced up, their expressions a mix of amusement, curiosity, and thinly veiled knowledge. It was clear they already knew—or at least suspected—what had happened behind closed doors.

Frenchie, of course, couldn’t resist. His lips curved into a devilish grin as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking between the two of you. “You look very… relaxed now, ma chérie. Flushed, but calm. I wonder why”.

You froze for half a second, your cheeks heating up again as you shot Frenchie a sharp glare. “Don’t start”, you warned, your voice firm but betraying a hint of embarrassment.

Ben, unfazed, strode past you and dropped into his chair, his confidence practically radiating off him. “She finally stopped running her mouth”, he said nonchalantly, his smirk returning as he stretched out in his seat. “Figured you’d all appreciate the peace and quiet”.

The room broke into scattered laughter, with even Hughie chuckling nervously. Annie gave you a sympathetic look, though the corners of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to smile.

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “I don’t know why I ever agreed to come with you”.

Frenchie raised his hand like he was about to make another comment, but you cut him off with a pointed glare. “Not one more word”.

He mimed zipping his lips, though the mischievous sparkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t done teasing you later.

Ben leaned back, clearly reveling in the attention, but his hand casually rested on the back of your chair, a subtle, possessive gesture. You shot him a look, and he simply smirked, unrepentant.

“Alright”, you muttered, settling into your chair with as much dignity as you could muster. “Let’s just get this over with”.

A while into the meeting, as the conversation droned on about Vought’s latest initiatives and team updates, you couldn’t help but yawn. Not just once—several times in a row. Each one seemed to grow louder, and you could feel Ben’s gaze burning into you from his seat beside you.

He finally leaned over, his voice low. “You gonna nap in the middle of this or what?”, he muttered, smirking as he watched you try to stifle yet another yawn.

You gave him a sidelong glance, your lips twitching into a sly smile. “I might”, you whispered back, just as smug. “But don’t forget—you’re the one who’s gonna be chasing a little girl around soon. You’ll be yawning just as much as me”.

Ben froze, his smirk faltering for a split second. He narrowed his eyes at you, about to respond, but the room suddenly went silent. You turned to see everyone staring at the two of you, their expressions a mix of surprise and intrigue.

“A girl?”, A-Train finally asked, breaking the silence. His eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “For sure?”.

The tension in the room shifted as all eyes turned to Ben, who leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His jaw tightened, and you could see the flicker of frustration and embarrassment in his expression. “Yeah”, he grumbled, his tone sharp but resigned.

Everyone exchanged glances, clearly remembering how adamantly Ben had insisted it was going to be a boy. M.M. raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Man, didn’t you say no way in hell it was a girl? Thought you were dead set on having a boy”.

The room erupted in laughter, everyone clearly enjoying the irony of Ben’s predicament. He sat there, his jaw clenched, glaring at each of them in turn as if daring someone to say one more word.

Frenchie leaned back in his chair. “So, big bad Soldier Boy”, he said, grinning widely, “how’s it feel knowing your little princess is gonna have you wrapped around her tiny finger in no time?”.

Ben shot him a death glare. “You want to find out what it feels like to be tossed out a window?”.

Frenchie held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. “Hey, no need to get violent, mon ami. I’m just saying—it’s a beautiful thing. Karma, as they say”.

M.M. chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned forward. “I gotta agree. After all that talk about sending your ‘boys’, turns out your girl’s the one taking over. Life’s funny like that”.

Ben’s eyes narrowed, his frustration bubbling just under the surface. “You’re all real fucking hilarious”, he growled. “Got a fucking comedy routine planned for later, or is this it?”.

You placed a gentle hand on Ben’s arm, leaning close and whispering just loud enough for the group to hear, “Oh, come on, tough guy. It’s all in good fun”.

Ben shot you a look, his frustration softening slightly at your teasing smile. “You’re not helping”, he muttered under his breath.

You grinned, leaning back in your chair and patting your belly. “I think it’s adorable”, you said with mock sweetness. “Soldier Boy, getting all worked up over his baby girl. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen”.

Ben groaned, running a hand down his face as the laughter picked up again. “I’m never living this down”, he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Frenchie leaned closer, his grin as mischievous as ever. “Oh, no, mon ami”, he said. “Not a chance. This? This is going down in history”.

As the evening settled in, the soft hum of the car engine and the gentle rhythm of the road beneath you had lulled you into a sleepy haze. Ben pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine with a sharp turn of his wrist. He glanced over at you, slumped in the passenger seat, your head leaning against the window, eyes half-closed but still aware enough to give him a small, hopeful smile.

He narrowed his eyes, already knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Don’t even start”, he grumbled, leaning back in his seat with a groan. “You can walk. You’ve been walking all damn day”.

You blinked at him slowly, your smile widening just enough to add an extra layer of pleading. “Ben… I’m tired. The baby is tired too”, you murmured, your voice soft and laced with just the right amount of dramatics. Then, without missing a beat, you added, “And it’s your fault anyway. You’re the one who knocked me up”.

Ben groaned audibly, his head falling back against the headrest as he muttered under his breath. “Here we go”, he grumbled, throwing you a look that was equal parts exasperated and amused. “I swear, you bring that up every fucking chance you get”.

“Well, it’s true”, you replied, a playful pout forming on your lips. “If I wasn’t growing your child, I wouldn’t be this tired. So really, this is all on you”.

He rolled his eyes, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it. “Unbelievable”, he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m not a damn taxi service, you know. Or a pack mule”.

You grinned, knowing you were wearing him down. “You’re not a taxi service or a pack mule”, you agreed sweetly, before adding, “You’re my handsome baby daddy. Which means carrying me inside is literally part of the job description”.

Ben stared at you for a long moment, his lips pressed into a tight line. Finally, he sighed heavily and threw open his door. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he grumbled, shaking his head as he stomped around to your side of the car. “I used to be the toughest guy in the room, and now I’m a fuckinf baby daddy".

You tried to suppress your grin as he opened your door, but it was impossible. He glared at you, though the corner of his mouth twitched in a way that betrayed how much he secretly didn’t mind.

“Don’t say a word”, he warned, his voice low and full of mock menace, before he bent down and effortlessly scooped you up into his arms.

You squealed softly in surprise, looping your arms around his neck. “Oh, Ben”, you teased, resting your head against his shoulder. “You’re so strong and manly. How lucky am I to have a big, strong boyfriend who takes such good care of me?”.

Ben groaned, rolling his eyes as he started toward the house. “You’re laying it on thick tonight, aren’t you?”, he muttered, though his grip on you was firm and steady. “Keep it up, and I’ll drop you right here on the driveway”.

You snuggled closer, your grin widening. “You wouldn’t dare”.

Ben glanced down at you, his smirk returning. “Try me”, he said, though the way he held you closer betrayed his words. He carried you up the steps, muttering under his breath about how he was too old for this and how you were lucky you were cute.

Once upstairs, Ben carried you into the bedroom, his grumbling still audible but softened by the way he handled you so carefully. He set you down gently on the bed, stepping back with a sigh as you immediately started wiggling your feet, pointing at your shoes with an exaggerated pout.

“Seriously?”, he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not helpless, you know”.

You gave him a sweet, innocent look, fluttering your lashes. “But I’m so tired, Ben. And they’re your fault anyway. You tied them too tight this morning”.

Ben groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Of course they’re my fault”, he muttered, crouching down in front of you. “Because apparently, fucking everything is”.

He grabbed one of your feet, tugging at the laces with more force than necessary, but he still managed to get the shoe off gently. You couldn’t help but grin as he moved on to the second one, muttering curses under his breath the entire time.

Ben tossed your second shoe aside with an exaggerated sigh, still crouched in front of you as he glared playfully up at your grinning face. You tilted your head, batting your lashes in that way you knew drove him crazy, and said softly, “I love you”.

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, though you could see the flicker of affection in his eyes despite his annoyance. “Yeah, yeah”, he muttered, standing up and brushing off his hands. “You only love me when I’m taking your shoes off”.

You laughed softly, leaning back on your hands, your gaze sweeping over him. “That’s not true. I love you all the time”. Your tone turned lighter, more teasing, as you added, “But I might love you a little extra right now… Especially in that suit”.

Ben rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was holding back a smirk. Before he could say anything else, you patted the bed beside you, your grin turning mischievous. “You sure you don’t want to stay in the suit a little longer?”, you whispered, your voice low and inviting.

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you with a mix of suspicion and amusement. “You’re real funny, you know that?”, he muttered, though he didn’t move. “What’s the angle this time?”.

“No angle”, you said sweetly, patting the bed again. “I just thought maybe Soldier Boy could take a break for a bit. Right here. With me”.

Ben groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible”, he muttered, but the way he stepped closer and sank down beside you betrayed his smirk. He looked at you, his green eyes glinting as he added, “You really think I’m keeping this suit on, don’t you?”.

You shrugged innocently, leaning into him just slightly. “I think it’s worth considering”, you teased. “For old time’s sake”.

Ben chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret saying that”. His tone carried just the slightest hint of a warning, making your grin widen even further.

You murmured softly, your voice playful but laced with suggestion. “I could use some more of Soldier Boy tonight”, you said, your fingers drifting over the edge of his belt.

Ben froze for a split second, his eyes narrowing as a wicked smirk spread across his face. But before he could say anything, you reached out and grabbed him, pulling him closer to you. “Don’t tell me you’re tired”, you teased, looking up at him with a knowing grin.

His smirk vanished, replaced by a low growl as he leaned down, his face hovering just above yours. “Oh, you’re asking for it now”, he muttered, his voice deep and rough. “But let me make one thing clear—you’re definitely not on top tonight, doll”.

Without another word, he moved with that quick, commanding confidence he always carried. In one swift motion, he had switched positions, pinning you beneath him. His strong arms caged you in, and his weight pressed you into the bed as he hovered above you, his suit glinting in the dim light. The sheer presence of him, his authority and intensity, was almost overwhelming.

“Comfortable?”, he asked, his tone dripping with mockery, though his eyes burned with desire.

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from grinning too widely. “Very”, you whispered, your voice soft but filled with anticipation.

“Good”, he growled, leaning in closer until his lips barely brushed against your ear. “Because you’re not getting up until I’m done with you”.

The next morning, the sun was streaming softly through the kitchen windows as you moved around the counters, preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint sizzle of something on the stove. You were still in your robe, your hair slightly tousled, but there was a peacefulness in the way you moved—a small smile tugging at your lips as you hummed softly to yourself.

Ben appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame for a moment as he watched you. He was shirtless, his sweats hanging low on his hips, his hair still messy from sleep. His eyes were heavy-lidded, but there was a flicker of something warm and amused in his expression as he took you in.

“Didn’t expect you to be up already”, he grumbled, his voice rough from sleep as he pushed off the doorframe and made his way to you.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, giving him a small, playful smile. “Well, someone has to feed you”, you teased lightly, turning back to flip whatever was in the pan. “Figured I’d get a head start”.

Ben smirked as he reached you, slipping his arms around your waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his scruff grazing your skin as he murmured, “Didn’t think you’d have any energy left after last night”.

You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace. “I recover fast”, you said cheekily, tilting your head to look at him. “Coffee’s ready, by the way”.

Ben groaned appreciatively, releasing you only to grab a mug from the counter. He poured himself a cup, leaning against the counter as he watched you plate up breakfast. “You really don’t need to do all this”, he muttered, though the look in his eyes said he appreciated it more than he’d admit. “But I’m not gonna complain”.

You set a plate down in front of him, raising an eyebrow. “Good", you teased, sitting down beside him at the table. “Because you owe me a big ‘thank you’ after making me so sore I could barely walk this morning”.

Ben nearly choked on his coffee, his bark of laughter echoing through the kitchen as he shook his head. “Fuck, woman”, he muttered, but the grin on his face was undeniable. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”.

“Not when it’s true”, you quipped, digging into your own breakfast with a satisfied smirk.

After breakfast, you and Ben headed upstairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The water had been warm, soothing away the lingering aches from the night before, and you felt refreshed as you dried off and slipped into some comfortable clothes. Ben was already halfway dressed, tugging on his usual jeans and shirt while you finished up at the closet.

You were just about to close the closet door when you turned your wrist at an odd angle, a sharp, sudden crack echoing in the quiet room. The pain hit immediately, sharp and jarring, and you let out a loud curse as your eyes filled with tears.

“Shit!”, you hissed, clutching your wrist and cradling it against your chest as you backed away from the closet. The pain was sharp enough to make you feel lightheaded, and you winced as you tried to straighten your hand.

Ben spun around instantly, his eyes narrowing as he crossed the room in two long strides. “What the hell happened?”, he demanded, his voice tense as his hands hovered near you, unsure where to touch without hurting you more.

“My wrist”, you gasped, blinking back the tears as the pain throbbed. “I think I twisted it—or something popped”.

Ben’s face darkened with concern, his jaw tightening as he gently reached for your hand. “Let me see”, he said, his voice calmer now but still laced with urgency. He carefully cradled your wrist in his large hands, his touch surprisingly gentle as he examined it.

You winced when his fingers brushed a tender spot, and he immediately eased off, his green eyes locking onto yours. “It doesn’t look broken”, he muttered, his tone gruff but soothing. “But we’re not taking any chances. I’m calling Dr. Collins”.

“Ben, it’s probably nothing”, you started, but he silenced you with a sharp look.

“Don’t argue”, he growled, already pulling out his phone. “You’re pregnant, and we’re not risking shit. End of story”.

You sighed, knowing better than to push him when he was like this. “Fine”, you muttered, cradling your wrist again.

As Ben helped you out of the car in front of the tower where Dr. Collins’ office was located, you carefully maneuvered yourself out of the seat, still cradling your aching wrist. Ben held your uninjured hand, steadying you as you moved, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the protective way he hovered close.

You turned to close the car door, using your elbow instead of your hand to push it shut, not wanting to aggravate your injury. But as soon as you applied pressure, there was another sharp pop, followed by an immediate, searing pain in your elbow.

“Fuck”, you hissed, your voice breaking as fresh tears sprang to your eyes. You clutched your arm, wincing as the pain radiated through your joint. “Owwww, Ben, that hurt”.

Ben froze, his eyes snapping to you with alarm as he stepped closer. “What happened now?”, he demanded, his voice sharp with concern.

“My elbow”, you whimpered, your face scrunching in pain as you tried to straighten it. “It just—something popped. It hurts”.

Ben swore under his breath, his jaw tightening as he scanned you like he was trying to will himself to find a solution on the spot. He crouched slightly, his hand carefully moving to support your arm. “Damn it", he muttered, his tone low but filled with frustration—mostly at the situation. “You’re falling apart on me”.

“I’m not falling apart”, you snapped weakly, though the pain made your voice wobble. “It’s just—ow, it’s not my fault, Ben”.

His sharp gaze softened slightly as he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, come on”, he said gruffly, his tone calmer now. “We’re not waiting around. I’ll carry you if I have to, but we’re getting this checked out now”.

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to manage the pain, leaning into Ben’s support as he guided you toward the tower. He muttered under his breath the entire way, a mix of curses and grumbled reassurances that somehow made you feel both cared for and exasperated at the same time.

As you entered the building, he glanced down at you, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. “Next time, don’t even think about trying to shut a door by yourself”, he said firmly, his voice softening just a fraction. “You got that, doll?”.

You gave him a weak smile, despite the pain. “Got it”, you whispered, appreciating his relentless need to take care of you, even when he was clearly stressed.

“Good”, he muttered, his hand steady on your back as he led you to the elevator. “Let’s get this figured out before you manage to break something else”.

Inside Dr. Collins’ office, the nurse took one look at your teary eyes and the way you were cradling your wrist and elbow, and she instantly guided you back to the exam room. Ben followed close behind, his expression stormy as he began explaining everything to the nurse in clipped, frustrated tones.

“She twisted her wrist somehow while getting dressed”, he grumbled, his voice low but tense. “Then her damn elbow popped when she shut the car door. And now we’re here because she keeps—”.

“Ben”, you interrupted, glaring at him as best you could through the pain. “I can explain my own—”.

“Not happening”, Ben shot back, his hand on your lower back as he motioned for you to sit on the exam bench. “You’re falling apart. Someone’s gotta keep track”.

Ignoring him, you tried to get onto the bench without his help, determined to prove you weren’t entirely helpless. But as you shifted your weight, a sharp, audible pop sounded from your hip, followed immediately by an explosion of pain that radiated through your lower back and down your leg.

“Fuck!”, you cried, clutching your side as tears streamed down your face. The pain was so sudden and overwhelming that your body shook, your breath coming in uneven gasps.

Ben froze mid-sentence, his attention snapping to you instantly. “What the fuck?”, he barked, rushing to your side as you slumped slightly on the bench.

Dr. Collins, who had just stepped into the room, immediately took control. “Alright, let’s get her settled and figure out what’s going on”, she said calmly, motioning for the nurse to assist as she moved to your side.

Ben hovered, his frustration giving way to visible panic as he watched you struggle. “She’s been fine until now”, he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

The doctor gave him a firm look, her tone steady but reassuring. “We’ll take care of her. But I need you to let me do my job, alright?”.

Ben nodded stiffly, stepping back but staying close enough to catch you if you wobbled again.

You couldn’t stop the tears at this point, the combination of physical pain and emotional frustration too much to hold back. “Ben, I’m—”, you started, your voice breaking, but he cut you off.

“Don’t”, he said firmly, his green eyes locking onto yours. “Don’t you dare apologize. This isn’t your fault”.

You nodded weakly, gripping his hand as he squeezed your shoulder in silent reassurance. But the moment Ben did, a sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by a searing jolt of pain shooting down your arm and into your neck. You cried out, your voice breaking with both shock and agony.

“Shit!”, you gasped, clutching your other arm instinctively as fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “Ben! Stop touching me!”.

Ben��s face paled as his hand immediately flew back, his wide green eyes filled with panic. “I didn’t even—fuck, I didn’t mean—”, he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Dr. Collins snapped into action, her calm professionalism overriding the chaos in the room. “Alright, alright, let’s slow down”, she said firmly, motioning for the nurse to grab an additional support cushion for the bench. “We need to figure out what’s happening here”.

Ben, visibly shaken, stepped aside but stayed close, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “This isn’t normal”, he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous. “Her whole body can’t just… crack like this”.

Dr. Collins nodded, her brow furrowing as she gently guided you to sit upright, her hands careful not to cause more pain. “Let’s take a closer look”, she murmured, her tone soothing. “We’ll check your joints, your bone structure, and anything else that could explain this”.

You sniffled, still cradling your aching shoulder, your tears spilling freely now. “It hurts so much”, you whispered, your voice trembling.

Dr. Collins froze mid-examination, her professional demeanor slipping for the first time as she looked up at you, her face pale with concern. “Okay, stop moving!”, she said sharply, her voice carrying an uncharacteristic edge of panic. “Just—stay put. Don’t even move a damn finger”.

Ben stiffened at her tone, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. “What the hell is going on?”, he demanded, his voice low but filled with barely restrained anger.

Dr. Collins ignored him for the moment, her attention locked on you as she ran her hands carefully over your shoulder and wrist, her touch feather-light. She moved quickly to check your elbow and hip, her brow furrowing deeper with every touch.

She straightened suddenly, pulling off her gloves and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Her bones”, she said softly, almost to herself. Then louder, with more urgency, “Her wrist, her elbow, her shoulder, and her hip—they’re broken”.

“What?”, Ben barked, his voice rising as he looked between you and the doctor. “Broken? How the fuck is that even possible?”.

Dr. Collins turned to you, her expression now openly worried. “You shouldn’t even be conscious right now”, she said, her voice trembling slightly. “The level of pain you must be in—your body should have shut down. You should have passed out”.

You stared at her, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to process her words. “I—I don’t know”, you stammered, tears streaming freely now. “It hurts, but… I can handle it".

Dr. Collins took a deep breath, clearly trying to regain her composure. “I need to run tests immediately”, she said, her voice firm but still laced with concern.

She turned to her nurse, barking quick instructions. “Get the portable scanner and order a full panel of labs immediately. I want detailed bloodwork, hormone levels, and a skeletal scan. Now”.

The nurse nodded, hurrying out of the room as Dr. Collins turned back to you, her hands hovering near your shoulder, careful not to touch you again. “I need you to stay as still as possible”, she said gently but firmly. “I’ll stabilize you, but I need those results to figure out what’s happening”.

Ben, still pacing like a caged animal, let out another growl of frustration. “How does this happen out of nowhere?”, he snapped, his voice sharp. “Yesterday, she was fine. Now her damn bones are breaking left and right?”.

Dr. Collins sighed, her expression tense as she adjusted the ultrasound machine. “This is exactly what I warned the two of you about last appointment”, she muttered under her breath, her frustration barely concealed. She pulled on a fresh pair of gloves, her movements quick and precise as she began preparing the ultrasound.

Ben’s pacing came to an abrupt halt. He glared at her, his tone sharp. “You warned us about broken bones? Because I don’t fucking remember hearing anything like that”.

Dr. Collins shot him a pointed look as she adjusted the wand and positioned it over your belly. “I told you that if the baby started growing rapidly, her body might struggle to keep up. It’s not just about size—it’s the strength, the energy demands, the strain on her entire system. Her body is trying, but it’s not designed for this”.

You swallowed hard, your eyes darting between Ben and the monitor. The tension in the room was suffocating, but you stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue. The soft sound of the ultrasound filled the room as the image of your baby flickered to life on the screen.

Dr. Collins studied the screen intently, her brow furrowing as she made adjustments. Finally, she spoke, her voice calm but grim. “Right. Just as I thought”.

She turned the monitor slightly so you and Ben could see. “The baby has started to grow significantly again. Look at the measurements here compared to last week—they’ve nearly doubled”.

Your breath hitched, and you felt Ben’s hand tighten on the back of your chair. “Doubled?”, you whispered, your voice trembling.

Dr. Collins nodded, pointing to the screen. “Your baby is healthy, but the accelerated growth is demanding more from your body than it can safely provide. Your bones, your muscles, your organs—they’re all trying to adapt, but there’s a limit to what they can handle”.

Ben ran a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling out in his tone. “So, what are you saying? That her body can’t do it? That this is just gonna keep happening?”.

Dr. Collins sighed, turning to face the two of you fully. “I’m saying her body is compensating as best as it can, but it’s at a breaking point. She’s human, and this is the first documented case of a supe-human pregnancy. Her body isn’t built for the kind of strain a supe baby brings”.

You felt your heart sink, your hand instinctively moving to your belly as tears stung your eyes. “But the baby’s okay?”, you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Collins nodded, her expression softening slightly. “Yes. The baby is fine right now. But we need to act quickly to prevent further damage to you. If we don’t, the strain could affect both of you”.

Ben took a step closer, his voice low and firm. “What do we do?”.

Dr. Collins met Ben’s intense gaze, her expression steady but serious. “We’re going to run more tests to get a full picture”, she said firmly, her voice calm but with a weight behind it. “But… I think it’s time we start the V medication”.

The room went silent for a moment, her words hanging heavy in the air. Ben’s jaw tightened, his shoulders tensing as his eyes flicked to you, then back to Dr. Collins. “You think or you fucking know?”, he asked, his voice low, sharp, and brimming with frustration. “Because this isn’t something we can get wrong for fuck´s sake”.

Dr. Collins stood her ground, her tone unwavering. “I’m confident it’s the best step forward. The V medication will help strengthen her body to handle the strain the baby is putting on her. Without it, we’re risking further complications—more broken bones, or worse. This is about keeping her stable”.

You sat there, frozen, your mind racing. The idea of taking V was something you’d talked about in passing, always as a last resort. But now, hearing it spoken of as a necessity, you felt your chest tighten with anxiety. “Will it hurt the baby?”, you asked quietly, your voice trembling.

Dr. Collins let out a steadying breath, her hands clasped together as she looked between you and Ben. “Nothing has changed”, she said carefully, her tone measured but firm. “We still can’t say for certain how the V medication will affect her long term or if it will impact the baby. But if we don’t do this, we’re left with one other option”.

You felt your heart sink, your hands tightening over your belly protectively. “What option?”, you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips.

Dr. Collins’ expression turned grim, and her voice softened, as if she was trying to ease the blow. “We would need to deliver the baby now”.

The room seemed to freeze, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. Ben stiffened beside you, his jaw tightening as his hand gripped the back of your chair.

“Now?”, he said, his voice sharp, like the word itself was dangerous. “She’s not even close to ready! Look at her, she´s the size of a fucking Potatoe”.

Dr. Collins nodded, her face solemn. “Exactly. The baby is still delayed in her growth. Delivering her now would mean a very slim chance of survival. Her lungs, her organs—they aren’t ready yet”.

Your chest tightened, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a boulder. “So it’s either the V medication… or we risk losing her?”, you asked, your voice trembling.

Dr. Collins met your eyes, her gaze steady but empathetic. “Yes”, she said softly. “The V medication gives us the best chance to keep both of you safe. But we need to act quickly”.

Ben let out a low growl, his hand moving to grip your shoulder lightly. “You can’t give us anything better than ‘best chance’?”, he said, his frustration boiling to the surface. “What the fuck kind of science is this?”.

“Ben”, you said softly, placing your hand on his, your voice shaking. “It’s okay”.

He turned to you, his expression fierce but with a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s not okay”, he muttered. “None of this is okay”.

Dr. Collins straightened, her voice firm as she addressed you both. “I understand this is an impossible decision, but it’s the only path forward. We’ll start with a low dose and monitor every single change. If it doesn’t work, we’ll reevaluate. But right now, this is our safest option”.

You swallowed hard, looking down at your belly as tears welled in your eyes. “She’s okay now”, you whispered, almost to yourself. “I can’t lose her”.

Ben crouched down, his hands moving to rest on your knees as he looked up at you. “You’re not gonna lose her”, he said, his voice softer but no less determined.

Dr. Collins nodded, stepping back. “I’ll prepare the injection. We’ll monitor her and you immediately afterward”.

You glanced at Ben, his gaze locked on yours, and in that moment, you both knew there was no turning back. This was the only way to give you and your baby a fighting chance.

As the tension hung thick in the room, a nurse stepped back in, handing Dr. Collins a fresh set of papers. The doctor scanned the blood results quickly, her expression shifting as she took in the information. She glanced up at you and Ben, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Interesting”, she murmured, setting the papers aside before meeting your eyes. “Your bloodwork just confirmed that the baby is already producing small amounts of Compound V”.

You blinked, taken aback. “What does that mean?”, you asked, your voice shaky.

Dr. Collins exhaled, leaning slightly on the counter. “It means that some of the V is transferring to you through the pregnancy. That’s why you haven’t felt the kind of pain you should have from the broken bones—it’s dulling your sensitivity to some of it”.

Ben leaned forward, his sharp gaze locked on her. “But it’s not enough, is it?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Dr. Collins shook her head. “No, it’s not enough. While it’s helping manage some of the pain, it’s not protecting you from the physical damage. Your bones are still breaking under the strain. The V the baby is producing simply isn’t sufficient to ensure your safety, her safety”.

Your hand moved instinctively to your belly, a mixture of wonder and worry washing over you. “She’s trying to protect herself?”, you whispered, tears stinging your eyes again.

Dr. Collins offered a small, empathetic smile. “In a way, yes. But the demands on your body are too great for what she can provide right now”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist at his side. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”, he snapped. “Get the injection ready”.

Dr. Collins nodded briskly, turning to prepare the syringe. “It’s going to be a low dose”, she explained as she worked, her movements precise. “We’ll start small to minimize risk and monitor you closely for any reactions. If it works as intended, it should stabilize your body enough to handle the rest of the pregnancy”.

The nurse handed her the prepared syringe, and Dr. Collins approached you carefully. “This might sting a little”, she said softly, her voice calm and reassuring.

You nodded, your heart racing as you looked up at Ben. His green eyes met yours, intense but filled with a protective softness that grounded you. “You ready?”, he asked, knwoing what will follow, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

You took a deep breath, gripping his hand tightly. “Yeah”, you whispered, your voice trembling.

Dr. Collins administered the injection with precision, the needle pricking your arm before a slow, burning sensation spread through your veins. You winced slightly, squeezing Ben’s hand as the Compound V began to take effect.

“Done”, Dr. Collins said, stepping back and watching you carefully. “Now we wait".

It didn’t even take ten minutes before you felt it—a strange, overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. It started as a faint warmth under your skin but quickly escalated. Within moments, it felt like your blood was boiling, searing every nerve in your body. You let out a shaky breath, your grip on Ben’s hand tightening involuntarily.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “It’s—hot. Fucking burning”.

Ben’s jaw tensed immediately, his green eyes darkening with a mix of worry and memory. He still remembered what it felt like when he’d been injected with Compound V all those years ago—an experience that had been far more intense and violent, considering the sheer amount and potency of what he’d been given. But seeing you go through even a fraction of that now made his blood run cold.

He knelt beside you, his large hand cupping your face as his other stayed firm over your trembling fingers. “Breathe”, he said, his voice rough but steady. “You’re okay. Just keep breathing, doll”.

Dr. Collins had already stepped closer, her sharp gaze monitoring your vitals on the nearby screen. “It’s an expected reaction”, she said calmly, though there was a flicker of concern in her tone. “The body’s metabolizing the V. It’s amplifying her systems to adapt—but yes, it’s going to feel… intense”.

You gasped, your head falling back as the heat seemed to peak, your entire body tense like a coiled spring. “It’s—it’s too much”, you choked out, tears springing to your eyes as the sensation seemed to crescendo. “I can’t—”.

“You can”m Ben cut in, his voice firm, his grip on you unyielding. “You’re tougher than this. You hear me? You can take it”.

His words, while gruff, cut through the chaos in your mind like an anchor. You focused on his eyes, on the steady pressure of his hands, and tried to regulate your breathing. The firestorm inside you didn’t fade, but with Ben right there, it felt just a little more bearable.

Dr. Collins nodded approvingly, checking your blood pressure and heart rate on the monitor. “Her vitals are holding steady”, she confirmed. “It’s working. But the adaptation process is painful—there’s no way around that”.

“I know it hurts”, he muttered, his voice softer now. “But you’re doing good. Real good”.

For over an hour, the pain tore through you like a relentless storm, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably. Each wave felt like it might push you over the edge, but somehow, you didn’t pass out. You clung to Ben’s steady presence—his hand gripping yours, his voice a constant anchor through the chaos.

“You’re doing so good”, he murmured again and again, his thumb brushing over your damp knuckles. “Just hang in there, doll. It’s gonna pass. I’ve got you”.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fire coursing through your veins began to subside. The sharp intensity dulled into a heavy ache that spread through your entire body. Your muscles stopped trembling, your breath evened out, and the room around you stopped spinning. You were utterly drained, the fight having taken every ounce of your strength.

As soon as the pain faded, exhaustion overtook you like a tidal wave. Your head lolled back, your eyes fluttering shut despite Ben’s soft voice calling your name.

“She’s out”, Dr. Collins said quietly, stepping closer to check your vitals. “That’s okay. Her body’s been through an immense amount of stress. Sleep is the best thing for her right now”.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on your face as he kept his hand wrapped around yours. “Is she okay?”, he demanded, his voice rough with worry. “You’re sure?”.

Dr. Collins nodded, though her expression remained serious. “Her vitals are stable. The V has integrated, and her body’s started to adapt. But we’ll keep monitoring her closely. The next few hours are critical”.

You slept deeply, your body finally allowed a moment of respite after enduring so much. Ben didn’t move from his spot beside you, his hand never leaving yours as he kept watch, his protective instincts refusing to let him rest.

The next week passed in a grueling blur. Each day seemed to follow the same exhausting routine: Ben brought you to Dr. Collins’ office for the V injection, and every time it left you feeling weaker, more drained than the last. The pain wasn’t as intense as the first time, but the constant strain on your body wore you down in ways you hadn’t expected.

Ben was always by your side, carrying you when you couldn’t walk, holding you through the worst of it, and staying close to make sure you were safe. But even his unwavering presence couldn’t stop the creeping doubt and despair from settling in. Every injection left you feeling more fragile, more exhausted, and more uncertain about how you could keep going.

One evening, after yet another long day, Ben carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. Your body felt heavier than ever, your limbs weak and trembling as you leaned against him. When he finally laid you down on the bed and pulled the blankets over you, you turned to him, your voice barely a whisper.

“I can’t do this for another four weeks”, you said, tears welling in your eyes. “Ben, I don’t… I don’t think I can”.

Ben froze for a moment, his hands still resting on the edge of the blanket. His jaw clenched, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the frustration, the helplessness, the anger at the situation. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching for yours as he let out a long, shaky breath.

“You can”, he said firmly, his voice low but steady. “You don’t have a choice, doll. We’ve come this far, and you’re stronger than you think. I’ve seen it”.

You shook your head, the tears spilling over as you looked up at him. “It doesn’t feel like it”, you admitted, your voice breaking. “Every day, I feel weaker. I’m scared, Ben. What if I can’t make it?”.

His grip on your hand tightened, and he leaned closer, his green eyes blazing with determination. “You will”, he growled, his voice filled with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Or to her”.

Ben gently pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you as if trying to shield you from the weight of everything pressing down on you. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there as his hand ran soothingly up and down your back. You felt his breath against your hair, steady and grounding, but you could sense the tension in his body—the worry he tried so hard to keep hidden from you.

Everyone was worried. Your parents had been calling constantly, Annie checking in every chance she got. The concern from everyone else was palpable, but it was nothing compared to the silent storm raging inside Ben. He was trying to hold everything together for you, but you could see it in his eyes—the sleepless nights, the quiet moments where he stared at you like he was terrified you might disappear.

Still, there was no other option. Every day you endured the V injection, your baby’s survival chances climbed higher. She was still too small, her growth not yet at the point where delivery was safe. Every hour you held on mattered, even though it felt like your body was crumbling under the strain.

You cried against his chest, the tears spilling freely as pain and exhaustion overwhelmed you.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, but his presence kept you anchored, his unwavering support the only thing holding you together. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ben spoke again, his voice quieter now, but no less resolute.

“She’s gonna make it”, he murmured, his hand resting gently over your belly. “And so are you. We’re not giving up, doll. Not now. Not ever”.

You nodded weakly against him, the exhaustion pulling at you like a tide. But you held onto his words, his strength, and the tiny, fragile hope that it would all be worth it in the end.

Eventually, the exhaustion pulled you under, and you fell asleep against Ben’s chest, your soft, uneven breaths the only sound in the quiet room. His hand stayed on your back, moving in slow circles, even after you drifted off. He stared at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tightly as he fought against his own helplessness. It had been eight long, grueling days of this—your body breaking down, the V injections pushing you to your limits, and the endless cycle of pain and sleep that seemed to define your existence now.

You weren’t living anymore, not really. You were surviving. Your days were reduced to lying in bed or sitting in the most comfortable chair in the house, Ben constantly hovering nearby like a guardian who wouldn’t let anything near you. The few times you managed to get up and move, it was brief and painful, and it only served to frustrate you further.

The pity visits from friends and family didn’t help. They came with worried eyes and forced smiles, trying to be cheerful or reassuring, but you hated it. You hated the way they looked at you, as if you were fragile, something that might shatter at any moment. Annie’s kind words, your mom’s gentle touch, even M.M.’s rare, soft-spoken encouragement—all of it grated against you, a constant reminder of how far you’d fallen from the strong, independent person you used to be.

Ben knew how much you despised those visits, and he didn’t push you to entertain anyone. If you wanted to send them away, he made it happen. If you wanted to endure it for their sake, he stayed right by your side, silently enduring the tension right along with you.

But he was breaking too. He tried to hide it, but you could see it in the way his hands lingered over you when he touched you, as if grounding himself in the fact that you were still here. You caught the moments when he’d pace the room after you fell asleep, muttering curses under his breath or rubbing the back of his neck like he didn’t know what else to do. He hated seeing you like this, hated that he couldn’t fix it, couldn’t take the pain for you.

When you stirred awake, your head still resting on his chest, you could feel the tension in him—the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, the slight tremble in his hand as it rested against your back.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice hoarse and tired.

He looked down at you instantly, his green eyes softening as they met yours. “Hey”, he murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay?”.

You nodded weakly, though the ache in your body hadn’t faded. “I’m sorry”, you whispered, guilt tugging at your chest. “I hate that you have to deal with this”.

His expression darkened, and he shook his head firmly. “Don’t”, he said gruffly, his voice low but filled with conviction. “You don’t apologize for this. None of this is your fault”.

You whispered, your voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration, “I hate it so much, Ben. I hate how useless I feel… how everyone looks at me. Like I’m already broken”.

Ben stiffened beneath you, his hand pausing its soothing motions on your back. He let out a long, slow exhale, his jaw tightening as if your words cut him just as deeply. For a moment, he said nothing, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer against his chest.

“You’re not useless”, he muttered finally, his voice low and rough, like he was fighting the words out. “And you sure as hell aren’t broken. You’re doing the hardest thing anyone could ever do, and you’re still here. Still fighting”.

You shook your head weakly, tears pooling in your eyes again. “I don’t feel like I’m fighting, Ben. I feel like I’m just… lying here, waiting. For what, I don’t even know”.

“For her”, Ben said firmly, his hand moving to rest on your belly, warm and protective. “You’re waiting for her, so you can bring her into this world safe. That’s not nothing. That’s everything”.

His words brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and you buried your face against his chest, letting them spill freely. “I just want this to be over”, you choked out. “I want to feel normal again”.

“I know”, Ben murmured, his voice softer now, his lips brushing the top of your head. “I know, baby. And I hate this for you. I hate that you’re going through it. But you’re not alone, you hear me? You’re not doing this by yourself”.

You clung to him, his words grounding you even as your emotions threatened to pull you under. “Promise me”, you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt. “Promise me it’ll be worth it”.

Ben pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His green eyes were fierce, unwavering. “It’s already worth it”, he said, his voice steady and resolute. “You’re worth it. She’s worth it. And I’ll make damn sure that both of you come out of this okay. I swear to you”.

The conviction in his voice, the sheer force of his presence, gave you a flicker of hope. You nodded slowly, your tears beginning to subside as he held you close again, his arms a fortress around you.

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shigiaki · 1 month ago

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Not my girlfriend part 3

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Sorry for the extremely late update. I wanted this part to be good and long, but I was having trouble coming up with good ideas and eventually put it on hold. Enjoy! Let me know if you would like me to write next!

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You couldn’t sleep all night, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get the image of him off your mind. His lips on yours, the constant teasing, your neck covered with purple and red marks with small hints of bites.

You turned pink just thinking about it as you lay in bed, covering yourself with the thick blanket. You turned to the side, checking the time on your alarm clock. 3 a.m. You wanted to sleep but just couldn’t.

When you arrived home, you locked yourself in your room, feeling guilty, no better than Naruto and Sakura. But the guilt quickly faded as you remembered those messages and photos. It was almost midnight when you got home, and while you were in the middle of changing, your phone rang constantly. Growing irritated, you picked it up, it was Naruto.

"Where have you been?" his text read. He had called me earlier that day, but I didn’t reply because I was too busy with Sasuke…

His next text read, "Why were you over at Sasuke’s?" I frowned, looking at it.

How did he know? you thought to yourself, but then quickly remembered that you both had shared each other’s location. You must have forgotten to turn it off. You sighed as you typed a reply, "It’s nothing, we had a class project we had to finish."

Not wanting to think about Naruto, you decided to take a shower and head to bed. Afterward, you changed into your favorite pink silk pajamas. They were your favorite.

As you brushed your hair, you kept thinking about how quickly you had left, starting to feel bad that you hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. Your eyes lifted to the mirror, and you noticed the number of hickeys on your neck and down your chest, making you blush once more. You began thinking about all the things that could have happened if you had stayed...If Sakura hadn’t called him.

Finally feeling a little sleepy, you tried to sleep. Turning off the lights, you scrolled through your phone and remembered the photos you had taken of him. Opening your camera roll, you clicked on his picture, a soft smile forming on your lips at how adorable he looked. Amused, you set that picture as his icon on your phone, changing his name to "Pervert."

Turning off your phone, you lay in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but your mind constantly wandered to him. Forcing yourself to sleep, you only managed an hour or two before waking up again from a dream about him. Growing irritated, you got up, grabbed some ice cream, and watched TV all night until you finally decided to start getting ready.

Once you were finished, you slid on your shoes and headed outside. The walk wasn’t long, and it was a nice day, sunny but a little cold. Before leaving, you had made some coffee, hoping it would give you enough energy, but if it didn’t, you figured you’d just end up buying an energy drink.

After a couple of minutes, you reached the entrance, where many other students from your class were gathered. It didn’t take long for you to recognize him immediately, he was hard to miss, his tall figure and dark features standing out as he glared right at you. His face revealed nothing of his feelings after last night.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep composed. You weren’t going to let this mess you up! You were well-composed and kind, everyone knew that. There was no way you were going to let your mind run wild because of him!

Your gaze quickly shifted away from him, focusing straight ahead. As you were about to pass him and ignore his presence, he stopped, leaning against the brick wall before casually falling into step behind you, just close enough for you to notice. You could feel his intense stare on you as you sipped your coffee, trying to ignore the way it made your skin prickle.

Almost reaching class, you finally turned to look at him. He stopped as well, calmly gazing down at you. His expression was unreadable you had no idea what he was thinking.

"Why do you keep following me?" you mumbled, nervous and annoyed by his persistent stare.

"We have the same class together, remember?" he spoke softly, his tone casual as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You glared at him, noticing the way his eyes drifted to your neck and chest.

"Yeah, right. Whatever..." you muttered, rolling your eyes. You wanted to ask why he had done that yesterday, but it was too early to stress over it.

A second later, Naruto appeared beside you, catching you off guard as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You tried to keep your expression neutral, hiding the disgust that bubbled inside you. Forcing a fake smile, you looked at the grinning blonde in front of you.

"Hey, sweetie," you greeted, your voice light but hollow.

Naruto’s eyes flicked between us, his curiosity evident. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked, his tone almost casual, but you could sense the underlying curiosity.

you quickly shook your head. "Nothing," you dismissed, looping your arm around his shoulder in an attempt to steer the conversation away. As you did, you stole a glance at Sasuke, who remained silent, his gaze cold and unwavering on Naruto.

That look alone was enough. you could tell. And that meant Naruto could too.

"Is this about the project last night?" Naruto asked, his brows knitting together slightly. Sasuke’s lips curled just slightly, an amused expression flickering across his face. "Project?" he repeated, as if testing the word.

Naruto frowned, turning to me. "Yeah? Isn't that why you were at his place so late?" His confusion was obvious, his blue eyes searching mine for answers.

Sasuke simply nodded, his gaze flickering between the two of us, unreadable as ever. Naruto frowned, looking doubtful. You wanted this encounter to end as quickly as possible.

"Ah," Sasuke let out softly, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. "Right… I forgot," he said between pauses, his tone deliberate. "Our project… we were quite occupied." A subtle smirk played on his lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your stomach twist.

You bit your lip, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. Naruto didn’t say anything, but he noticed the strange tension between you two. A flicker of suspicion crossed his face, though you were too busy glaring at Sasuke to notice.

Shifting your gaze to Naruto, you give him a soft smile. "We should get going," you say, your voice light. Sasuke watched silently from the side, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Right, wouldn’t want to be late," Naruto agrees, stretching his arms behind his head. Before either of you can move, Sasuke reaches into his bag and pulls something out, extending it toward you without a word.

You glance down. Strawberry milk. Your favorite.

A beat of hesitation passes before you take it, fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. "Thanks?" you murmur, tilting your head up at him.

His expression stays neutral, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers, just a second too long, before he lets out a quiet "Hn." "See ya around," he says dismissively, already turning to leave.

You stare at the drink in your hand, warmth creeping into your cheeks. How does he know this is my favorite? A small, uncontrollable smile tugs at your lips, and you duck your head to hide it.

"That’s… odd," Naruto mutters, snapping you out of your thoughts. "What is?" you ask, glancing at him.

He scratches the back of his neck, frowning. "Sasuke…" He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Never mind. Just weird that he’d give you that."

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The day went with a breeze. You had thought about avoiding Sasuke all day, too shy to even face him, but that would be impossible because of your deal to humiliate them.

You thought Sasuke would seek you out, maybe even tease you, though he didn't seem like the type. But no, he didn't at all. He kept his distance like he always did, acting completely normal, before you found out the truth, before you met him on the rooftop and told him everything.

One thing had changed - his eyes never left you now.

During group hangouts where both your friend groups would be present, you tried to act normal while discreetly watching Naruto and Sakura, wondering if they'd finally be bold enough to flirt openly. Everything appeared the same as always ,Naruto would say something foolish, Sakura would hit him, the familiar rhythm of their interactions unchanged. But now, knowing the truth, you saw them differently. Their closeness, which you'd never properly noticed before, suddenly seemed obvious in every glance and casual touch.

Sasuke paid no mind to their interactions.

For the entire week, he'd established a new routine of quiet gestures appearing with strawberry milk exactly when your energy waned, slipping your favorite chocolate into your bag when you weren't looking, lingering outside classrooms long after his own sessions ended. Most surprisingly, he'd started offering to walk you home each evening, his presence a silent shield against the autumn chill.

The consistency was what unsettled you most. This wasn't the aloof Sasuke you knew. These deliberate acts of attention felt like... something you weren't ready to name.

This might have been his plan all along. Naruto had begun noticing the subtle changes too, how Sasuke's sharp edges softened whenever you entered the room, how his usual indifference gave way to quiet attentiveness. The blond never missed an opportunity to call him out, either.

"Since when do you carry around strawberry milk, bastard?" elbowing him in the ribs. Sasuke merely shrugged him off with a glare that lacked its usual heat, his dark eyes flickering to you for half a second before looking away.

Each small gesture felt deliberate, like moves in some unspoken game only Sasuke understood the rules to. And you, you were both the opponent and the prize.

Naruto tried to convince himself it was nothing, maybe Sasuke just wanted to get along with his best friend’s girlfriend. That’s all it was.

But then, that night, your phone lit up with a message, the first in a week.

You were sprawled on the couch beside Naruto, his loud crunching of chips nearly drowning out the TV. When your phone buzzed against your thigh, you casually grabbed it only for your breath to hitch.

A single name glowed on the screen: Sasuke: "Come over."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, painting them a telltale pink. You angled the phone away instinctively but not fast enough.

No explanation. No pleasantries. Just those two words, loaded with something you couldn’t quite name. Your pulse jumped.

Naruto froze mid-bite, a potato chip crumbling between his fingers as his sharp blue eyes locked onto you. "Who texted you?" he asked, voice laced with suspicion that sent your heart hammering against your ribs.

Your grip tightened around the phone like it might suddenly combust. The weight of Sasuke's message, his first in a week, so simple yet so loaded, burned against your palm. The last thing you needed was Naruto discovering his best friend had just asked his girlfriend to come over.

"No one important," you managed, forcing your face into what you hoped was casual indifference despite the heat creeping up your neck.

Naruto's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit." He wiped salty fingers on his pants and leaned closer. "You're doing that thing where your left eye twitches when you lie."

A nervous laugh escaped you. "Since when do you pay that much attention?"

"Since my girlfriend started blushing at her phone like a-" Your phone buzzed again, cutting him off. Both your gazes snapped to the glowing screen now displaying a second message from Sasuke

The second notification illuminated the dim room, Sasuke’s name flashing like a warning siren. Naruto’s hand shot out faster than a shuriken throw.

You twisted away, but he caught your wrist. "Ohhh no you don’t—"A brief struggle ensued, your elbow knocking over his chip bag, his knee pinning your thigh to the couch cushions. The phone tumbled to the floor between you, screen-up.

Sasuke (2:14 AM): "You’re taking too long."

Naruto went preternaturally still. The shift in his demeanor was instant: shoulders tensing, jaw hardening. When he spoke, his voice carried an unfamiliar edge. "Since when does Sasuke text you at 2 AM?"

Your breath hitched as Naruto's grip tightened. "He must have forgotten something-" you stammered, fingers digging into the couch cushions. "Maybe it's about our Project"

The lies tasted bitter on your tongue. Naruto's blue eyes usually so bright and trusting darkened with uncharacteristic suspicion. You squirmed under his weight, but he didn't budge.

"It's nothing important," you insisted, forcing a laugh that came out more like a choked cough. "I'll just...ask him tomorrow."

But Naruto wasn't letting go. His gaze dropped to the phone still glowing between you, Sasuke's name glaringly visible in the dim light. Your pulse roared in your ears loud enough that you swore Naruto could hear it.

Since when did he pay this much attention? Since when did he look at you like this, like he was seeing cracks in something he thought was solid?

"We should head to bed, it's late," you mumbled, voice thin as you pressed your palms against Naruto’s chest. His heartbeat thudded violently under your fingertips, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

He didn’t move.

A charged silence stretched between you, broken only by the buzz of another incoming text. Naruto’s gaze flicked to your phone, then back to you, his pupils blown wide with something between betrayal and fury.

"You’re really gonna pretend this is nothing?" His voice was low, dangerous. The kind of tone he reserved for enemies. Your breath caught. Sasuke’s name flashed again on the screen.

Then a knock at the window. Both of you froze.

Through the glass, silhouetted by moonlight, stood Sasuke, arms crossed, impatience rolling off him in waves. Naruto’s grip on you turned bruising.

"Yes, I swear," you mumbled, the lie coating your tongue like ash. For a fleeting moment, guilt prickled up your spine, you sounded just like him, like every cheating bastard who'd ever made excuses in the dead of night.

Then you remembered.

The photos of Naruto and Sakura pressed together at Ichiraku. His arm slung casually around her waist. Her laughter a little too bright, a little too intimate. The way your stomach had hollowed out seeing them, It scorched away your guilt now.

"You're hurting me." Your voice came out sharper than intended as his fingers dug into your waist. Naruto recoiled like you'd burned him, releasing you so abruptly. Without a word, he stalked toward the door, shoulders rigid with barely contained fury.

Your palms slicked with sweat as the reality of the situation crashed over you. Sasuke was outside. Naruto was seconds from discovering the truth. And you, you were trapped between them, your lies unraveling faster than you could spin new ones.

naruto opened the door to confront sasuke Naruto wrenched the door open with enough force to make the hinges shudder.

Sasuke stood silhouetted in the moonlight, one hand still raised from where he’d been about to knock. His dark eyes flicked past Naruto’s seething form to you, disheveled and wide-eyed on the couch, and something dangerous flashed in his expression.

"The hell are you doing here?" Naruto bit out, voice trembling with barely restrained fury. A beat of silence. The air between them crackled like a live wire.

Sasuke’s gaze never left yours as he answered, voice deceptively calm: "She knows why." Naruto’s breath hitched. When he turned to you, the betrayal in his eyes cut deeper than any blade.

"Explain." Your mouth went dry. There was no escaping this now.

You sucked in a shuddering breath and forced yourself to stand, legs trembling as you approached the doorway where they stood squared off two living weapons barely restrained by civility.

Naruto's voice cracked through the apartment like a whip: "Why the hell are you showing up at my girlfriend's place uninvited?" His fingers curled into fists, knuckles bleaching white.

When Sasuke didn't flinch, Naruto whirled on you, eyes wild with hurt and fury. "And why the FUCK is he texting you to come over at 2 AM?" Spittle flew from his lips, his whole body vibrating with the force of his shout.

The silence that followed was deafening. Sasuke's obsidian eyes bored into yours, waiting. Naruto's ragged breathing filled the space between you all.

Sasuke took one look at your paralyzed expression and sighed, that infuriating, dismissive sound that always meant he’d decided to handle your mess.

He shouldered past Naruto like he owned the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him with deliberate calm. The air turned to ice as he turned.

"Same reason you asked Sakura to yours."

His voice was glacier-cold. Naruto's grip on your wrist went slack. "That—we were just studying for calc—"

"At midnight?"

You watched Naruto's Adam's apple bob, his tell when lying. The way his eyes darted to your lacrosse jacket hanging by the door. The sweat darkening the collar of his hoodie. Sasuke hadn't even raised his voice.

Sasuke’s mouth curved into a mocking frown. "You know… I’m glad." His voice dropped to a velvet murmur as he stepped closer, the scent of his cologne sharpening the charged air between them.

"If you hadn’t fucked my girl first…" A deliberate pause. His thumb brushed slowly over his own bottom lip, eyes locked on Naruto with predatory focus. "I’d never have known how sweet yours tastes."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Sasuke didn’t blink. "Now we’re even."

Sasuke's gaze slid to you dark, calculating, the way a wolf sizes up wounded prey. Each step he took forward vibrated through the cramped apartment room, his presence swallowing the oxygen whole. You could smell the wintermint on his breath when he stopped inches away, feel the heat radiating off his body like a furnace.

Naruto stood frozen by the door, fists trembling at his sides. Anger warred with something uglier in his blue eyes, guilt, sharp and sour, twisting his usually bright features into something unrecognizable.

"You got something to say, loser?" Sasuke murmured, never breaking eye contact with you. His thumb brushed your lower lip, possessive and cruel. "Or you just gonna stand there remembering how she—"

Naruto's hand crashed against the wall as he lunged.

Naruto’s hand shot out, gripping Sasuke’s shoulder hard enough to wrinkle the black fabric of his designer shirt. He yanked him backward—hard—sending Sasuke stumbling into your partments room’s cluttered table. Pens and textbooks scattered as Naruto lunged, all coiled rage and trembling muscle.

You barely had time to gasp before Naruto was on top of him, knees pinning Sasuke’s thighs, fist cracking across his cheekbone with a sickening thud.

"You don’t fucking touch her!" Naruto roared, voice raw.

Sasuke’s head snapped to the side from the impact, but his smirk never wavered—just a slow drag of his tongue over the blood on his lip. "That all you got?" he taunted, breathless.

Naruto reared back for another swing—"GET OUT NOW!"

Your voice cracked through the room like a gunshot. Naruto froze mid-swing, fist still clenched, breathing ragged.

"We’re over. Leave." The words left your lips like shards of glass sharp, final.

You didn’t wait for his reaction. Striding forward, you grabbed his arm, your nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescents. For a heartbeat, he resisted, muscles taut under your grip then he let you yank him off Sasuke, stumbling back like the fight had been punched out of him.

Sasuke stayed sprawled on the floor, wiping blood from his split lip with his thumb. His dark eyes flicked between you and Naruto, unreadable.

Naruto’s chest heaved. "You’re choosing him?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of a scream.

You didn’t answer.

"It's not that I picked him." Your voice was calm, each syllable measured like a death sentence. "You picked her first."

You stepped closer, invading Naruto's space without hesitation. The scent of his cheap citrus body wash, the one you'd bought him last Christmas, made your stomach twist. His blue eyes widened, pupils dilating with something between horror and realization.

Sasuke remained silent behind you, but you felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch. Approval? Amusement? It didn't matter.

"Every. Single. Time." You punctuated each word with another step forward, forcing Naruto to retreat until his back hit the doorframe. "Study sessions that ran too late. 'Innocent' texts at midnight. That fucking strawberry lip gloss she always wore, you think I didn't notice it on your collar?"

A muscle in Naruto's jaw twitched. His throat worked soundlessly. The guilt radiating off him was almost palpable. You leaned in, close enough to whisper: "You don't get to play victim now." When you pulled back, the tears in his eyes didn't move you. Not anymore.

Naruto jerked his head away as you turned your back on him, his jaw clenched so tight you heard his teeth grind.

"I’ll return your things later." Your voice stayed frost-bitten, final.

Silence. Then, the creak of the door. A pause. The slam shook the walls.

You exhaled, shoulders slumping, until your gaze landed on Sasuke. He was still on the floor, propped up on his elbows, the sleeve of his black sweater damp with blood from his split lip. His dark eyes tracked your every movement as you knelt beside him.

"You okay?" you murmured, voice softening despite yourself. Your fingers hovered near his cheek, unsure.

Sasuke caught your wrist before you could touch him. Not harshly—just enough to make you freeze. His thumb brushed your pulse point, a silent question in his gaze.

The sting of his fingers around your wrist barely registered, all you could see was the blood. Dark and glistening, it trailed from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, each drop a sharp contrast against his pale skin.

"Let me treat you," you murmured, voice softer than you intended. Your free hand rose instinctively, fingertips hovering just shy of his face. The air between you thrummed with something electric, dangerous.

Sasuke's grip didn't loosen, but his breathing hitched when your thumb finally made contact, brushing away a crimson smear. The taste of copper hung heavy in the scant space separating you.

Some distant part of your mind registered that you should be afraid - of his intensity, of what this meant, of how his dark eyes tracked your every movement like a predator's. But the louder, more insistent part only cared about the wound.

The silence stretched taut between you, broken only by the rustle of fabric as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his split lip. Without thinking close enough to count the flecks of onyx in his eyes, close enough to feel his breath hitch against your lips.

For one reckless heartbeat, you forgot about, the blood on his lip, the grip still circling your wrist, the door Naruto had just slammed behind him. Then reality crashed back.

You jerked away like you’d been burned, pulse roaring in your ears. Sasuke’s fingers tightened instinctively, halting your retreat for one terrifying second before letting go.

His expression was unreadable. But his eyes—

His eyes burned.

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lol-im-done · 1 year ago

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First Lady of Panem

Pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: When your family arrived to the Capitol from District Ten to secure their place as one of the most prominent and wealthy families of Panem you could have never dreamed fate would lead you into the arms of Coriolanus Snow. Falling in love was easy, watching him become President and becoming First Lady of Panem at his side would test your limits. Panem's history would forever be changed by this union.

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Author's Note: TW & Tags will be updated as each chapter comes out, first chapter is just to set up the story & characters. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Sky Blue Eyes

Those bluebonnets how sweetly they grow

For all the wide prairies they're scattered like snow

They make all the meadows as blue as the skies

Reminding me of my darlings blue eyes

The cow-filled prairies shifted to mountains signaling the train's entrance into District Two as you hummed to the tune of an old song from before Panem’s creation. The sprawling grass sea of District Ten, of your home, disappeared in the distance as you made your way to the heart of Panem.

“Darling, are you listening to me?”

Lifting your head from the rattling window you turned to see your mother looking at you with soft concern.

“Sorry Mama, what were you asking?”

Her hand smoothed over your younger sister Mellona’s curls, making her nuzzle deeper into her side. “I was asking if you were hungry so I could order lunch.”

“That would be nice Mama. Thank you.”

“Alright, call for Agnes if you need anything she’s in the next car,” your mother stands, lays a snoozing Mellona down, before making her way to the dining car.

“Homesick already?” Victoriosa, the eldest, asks from the chaise never taking her eyes off the magazine in her hands.

“Is it that obvious?”

“We always knew we’d have to move to the Capitol.”

“Why now? I thought at least another year or two,” you asked, sinking into the plush leather seat. Victoriosa pauses, looks up at you and for an instant you can see your father’s intense expression staring back at you.

“Papa wants to finally establish himself as a prominent figure in the Capitol. He needs Capitol support if he is to fully absorb the rest of the ranches, you know that,” she states. “This is also our opportunity to reach our full potential, choose our own paths. Once you finish your career you can always return to Ten if you wish but that would be a waste,” she returns to flipping through her magazine.

“Silva, what do you think?” you turn to your only brother who is seated next to you.

He gives a short shrug. “I don’t mind it much as long as I can continue my research,” Silva sighs from behind his thick textbook.

Victoriosa tilts her lithe neck backwards, “Yawnnnnn.” A snort leaves your lips and you’re grateful your mother isn’t nearby to reprimand you for your ‘unladylike’ behavior.

“Biodiversity is the pinnacle of our success as cattle breeders!” Silva scowls.

“I thought you’d be missing a certain milkmaid Carpathia,” Victoriosa smirks and a wild blush spreads under Silva’s glasses.

“Oh like you’ll be missing your ranch hand Bronco,” Silva snaps back.

“There’s always summertime. Plenty of time to catch up,” Victoriosa grins like the cat who got the cream. The three of you burst into a fit of giggles right as Mellona groggily rouses from her nap.

“Are we there yet?”

Another burst of laughter fills the private train car.

It would only take a few more hours before you arrived at the Capitol train station, nightfall falling over the city. Unlike District Ten, not all the stars were visible, the Capitol’s bright lights polluting the sky. Peacekeepers were already stationed to help move all the luggage into the waiting line of cars. Driving through the streets towards your new home, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the statues in the squares and the towering buildings. Most of all you were excited to finally see your father, it had been almost a month since you had seen him last.

“Papa!”

All of you crashed into Alicio Lupus’ awaiting arms, his rumbling chuckle bouncing off the high marble ceilings of the penthouse. Refugio joins in on the hug with teary eyes, reaching up to press a kiss on her beloved husband’s cheek.

“Welcome home my darlings,” he squeezes you all tighter. Any fear you held disappeared in an instant, as long as you had your family by your side, all would be well.

The first few weeks in the Capitol had been a whirlwind- meeting other Capitol families for dinner, registration for coveted internships and school courses, and endless shopping trips to assure your home and wardrobes were up to Capitol standards. Refugio Lupus wanted only the best for her children, which included constantly coaching you all to leave behind the District Ten accent that made certain words in your vocabulary drawl.

After dinner one day you thought you had finally caught a moment of peace before a knock at your door startled you from your book. Agnes, your family's nanny, rolled in a rack of dresses with Victoriosa in tow. Victoriosa was already dressed in a sleek blood red dress with a mink shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

“What’s all this?”

“We’ve been invited to a soirée to commemorate the end of the 13th Hunger Games. Papa thinks it’s a good chance to introduce us to others in the Capitol’s high society,” Victoriosa swept her arm towards the rack of glittering and ruffled dresses. Nerves made your stomach churn, mouth turning downwards into a frown as you remembered people’s faces this past week when it was revealed you had recently arrived from District Ten. Most look startled before looking at you like you were some exotic bird at the zoo.

“They’ll never accept us.”

A prideful look crossed her face, so similar to your father’s. No wonder your mother said they were cut from the same stone. “They will once we show them we are as refined as they are. As long as you lose that accent of yours you’ll blend in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” she grinned, canines glinting in the light of the chandelier. Rolling your eyes you step over to the rack, feeling the fabrics under your fingers. Stopping at a silver dress, the sequins twinkled like stars entrancing you. Agnes helped dress you before getting to work on sweeping your hair up into a fashionable updo. You waved away the highly pigmented makeup, not ready to delve into that side of Capitol fashion quite yet.

“Remember you’re a Lupus. We’re wolves among sheep,” Victoriosa pinches your cheek. The usual calluses that adorned her hands were gone, chemical treatments making them a long forgotten memory.

Wolves among sheep.

Victoriosa’s words replay through your head like a mantra as you step into the grand ballroom behind her and your father. Thankfully your sister was a gifted extrovert, introducing you to the friends she had already made. Soon you found yourself surrounded by members of the new Gamemaker class, a glass of posca in your hand. It took some time but slowly your shoulders loosened and your smile widened, confidence making you stand a bit taller.

Across the ballroom, Coriolanus Snow was repeating his own mantra to himself- Snow always lands on top. A reminder that showing up for another Capitol soirée wasn’t simply a waste of time but another way to show all these sycophants how high he had made it. Now heir to the Plinth fortune he was dressed impeccably. Tigris had helped style him, no more handmade shirts, and the final touch- Grandma’am’s rose pinned to his lapel. Like at most parties he was surrounded by his former classmates who were all desperate to remain in his inner circle- he was an esteemed Gamemaker after all. A glimmer in the distance caught his eye, distracting him from the meaningless chatter before him. He recognized the group as intern Gamemakers but not the young woman, fresh faced and glowing in the candlelight.

“Who is that?” Coriolanus feigned nonchalance as he tilted his head towards her.

Festus Creed followed his gaze, “Don’t you know?”

“How could he know? The Lupus Family only recently decided to establish here in the Capitol,” Pup Harrington said in between bites of hors d'oeuvres. The name rang a bell, stories and information from his various connections coming to mind.

“I believe that’s (Y/N) Lupus. I saw her the other day with her father, Alicio Lupus, at my mother’s bank” Livia Cardew said, inching closer to Coriolanus. “They practically own all the ranches in District Ten, Alicio Lupus’ brother is the Mayor of the District,” Livia whispered, lips coming close to his ear. Festus and Pup exchange an eye roll at her shamelessness and Coriolanus resisted the urge to shrug her off. Offending a Cardew would never bode well.

“She’s district, probably going back and forth from Ten to the Capitol like one of her family’s pigs,” Livia giggled, but it sounded like grating metal in Coriolanus’ ears.

“Don’t forget cows! Oh Panem, I dream about those steaks-,” Pup practically salivated.

“Imagine living all your life in that District, like poor Sejanus,” Festus tutted. Coriolanus immediately bristled at the mention of Sejanus, his icy blue eyes darkening like an impending storm. Festus must have realized his mistake because his eyes widened, apology on the tip of his tongue before Coriolanus cut him off.

“I should go make her acquaintance then,” he announces, ignoring Livia’s scowl. It was an opportune moment he thought as you now stood by the bar alone. Perhaps you would be desperate enough to try and get in his good graces, and offer to introduce him to your father. Coriolanus would be a fool not to recognize the Lupus family’s wealth and influence, they kept the Districts fed and the Capitol fat. Any potential relationship he could make was more support he could need when he would take a position in the Government.

As you took another swig of posca, you thought you had managed to escape more social interactions for the night until a voice made you jump.

“Hello, I’m Coriolanus Snow. Welcome to the Capitol.”

Turning around you looked up at the man’s captivating eyes, as blue as the sky back home. His pink lips curled slightly at the ends as if he was holding in a secret. Blonde hair pushed back in a neat fashion, accentuating his cheekbones. For a moment you were speechless. Remembering yourself, you gave him your name but you had a feeling he already knew it.

“Pleasure to meet you Coriolanus Snow.”

His stomach swooped. Coriolanus swore he heard a familiar lilt in your voice, but it was not as strong as Lucy Gray’s and those in District Twelve. No, yours was smoother and made your pronunciation of his name sound like it was dipped in warm honey.

“How are you finding the Capitol?”, he forces himself to ask, to ignore those dangerous thoughts.

“It's something...definitely not like back home,” you look around at the extravagant decor.

“Ah yes, District Ten. I’ve never made my way there but I’ve heard wonderful things,” the lie flows smoothly past his lips. “How grateful you must feel to finally be brought to us.”

Coriolanus would never miss a chance at making anyone District born feel inferior, all the posca he had been drinking making him loose lipped tonight. Indignation made your hands tingle, but you took a deep breath and clenched the glass tighter in your hands to ground you.

“I’m surprised you weren’t assigned there as a Peacekeeper. I suppose wherever the songbird called from you followed,” you replied, taking a demure sip from your glass, relishing in the way his jaw tensed. You knew who he was, his story with Lucy Gray Baird. Victoriosa had heard it all from a friend and had no qualms in passing the gossip down to you. If he was going to throw thinly veiled insults you’d have to show him you wouldn’t take them lying down.

“There’s that famous Lupus bite I’ve heard about,” he grins, taking a step closer to you. The scent of roses fills your nose, the sudden proximity to him making a blush rise up your neck. His hand reached out, moving to push a piece of hair behind your ear but the moment was broken when Victoriosa called out for you, pointing to your father who was making his way out the doors.

“If you’ll excuse me it’s time for me to get home. I’m sure our paths will cross again,” you murmured softly, dipping your head in farewell. Coriolanus stepped back with a slight bow, eyes never straying from your figure as you sauntered away. Oh yes, like two stars crossing in the night sky, you would meet again. Coriolanus would make sure of it.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #tbosas

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xndrexcruz · 7 months ago

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I beg pls make more Marc Bernal fanfics 🛐

Starting to Slowly See You

✮- pairing: marc bernal x barca staff fem!reader

✮- summary: as you navigate your position at fc barcelona, marc’s thoughtful gestures and quiet support slowly make you question if there’s more to your friendship than you realized. though his feelings remain unspoken, subtle hints leave you wondering if you’ve been missing something all along.

✮- warnings: slow burn and kinda oblivious reader

✮- author’s note: thank you sm for the request! i hope you like it, also sorry for not being active and not updating in a while i just started my college classes and i feel like they’re tryna kill us already. ALSOOO thank you sm for 200 followers love you guys

✮- chapter’s: {current!} next ⤏

Working at FC Barcelona is more than just a job-it was a dream come true. But the early mornings, late nights, and constant work could get exhausting. If there’s one thing that made things easier, it was Marc Bernal. He’s always around, in subtle ways that sometimes would make you wonder if all of it was just a coincidence.

You would often cross paths during his breaks from training with the rest of the team. He’d sometimes walk into your office, sweaty and tired, yet he always made time to say hi or talk to you even if it was for a few minutes. You often found him leaning against your desk, a charming smile on his face as he asks about how your day was or offering to help you on whatever you were working on at the time. You appreciated the company, even though you didn’t quite understand why he always seemed to go out of his way for you.

One day, after an exhausting session, Marc came in with a bottle of water and a berry parfait, setting them on your desk with a small grin. “I thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he said casually, though his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual.

“Thank you, Marc,” you replied, flashing him a grateful smile before getting back to your work. You had never really noticed the way he watched you, a soft expression always on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

As the days continue to pass, these small but sweet gestures started to become more frequent. He brings you coffee when you had long meetings, waits for you after work just to walk you to your car, or would show up with your favorite snack when he knows you’ve been stressed out. You always excused his behavior as him being a good friend-after all, that’s what friends did, right?

One evening, after most of the staff had left to go to their families, you stayed behind at your desk, trying to finish up on a report you had due the next morning. The office is quiet, the only noice was the faint hum of the air conditioning in the building. You’re so focused on your report you didn’t notice Marc slowly enter the until he was right next to you.

“You’re still here?” he asks, startling you. “You work way too hard, Y/n, you should get home.”

You look up at him and smile, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sound of his voice. “I’m just trying to get this done before tomorrow morning, I’ll go home once i’m done. What about you? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

He shrugs, leaning against your desk like he would every time he came into your office. “I thought I’d check on you before I left. See if you needed me to get you anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his words. “You’re always constantly checking on me, Marc. You worry too much.”

“Maybe I do,” he says softly, his chestnut-brown eyes holding yours off a second too long. There’s something in his gaze, something that makes your heart skip a beat, but before you can try figuring it out, he straightens up and throws you a smile. “But someone has to look out for you.”

You shake your head at his words, amused by his protectiveness. “I’m okay, really. But thanks for being so thoughtful. It means a lot to me.”

“Anytime,” he replies, his smile softening. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you say, watching him as he walks out of your office. You can’t help but feel a wave of warmth spread through you, but you just brushed it off as just Marc being the sweet guy he always was.

As the weeks pass by, you start noticing other small things too. Like how he’d always linger just a bit longer when he says goodbye, or how his touches-whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a brief brush past your fingers-seem to carry more weight than it did before. He was always there, throughout your day, quietly always supporting you in ways that were both comforting yet confusing.

It wasn’t until one particular day, after a long and challenging day, that you had finally started to piece things together. You’re packing up to leave for the day when Marc appeared at your side, like usual.

“You did real,y great today,” he spoke, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Everyone was impressed, especially with how you handled that crisis.”

You smile tiredly at him. “Thank you, I’m just glad it’s over now.”

“How about I take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You hesitated, a familiar flutter in your chest. “Dinner? I don’t know Marc…”

“We can keep it simple,” he suggests, his tone light. “Just a quick bite, it’s nothing fancy. I just… I thought it would be nice.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you pause. For the first time, you wonder if there was more to his constant attention towards you, his thoughtful gestures, than you finally realized it. Was there something he wasn’t saying? Something you had been to blind to see?

“Okay,” you agreed softly, watching as his face lit up with a smile. “Dinner with you would be nice.”

As you sat across from him in the cozy restaurant he has chosen, you find yourself focusing on him more closely than you ever have before. The way he seemed to always know exactly what you need, the way he would look at you like you’re the only person in the room, the way he never pressured you but was always present, waiting, hoping.

You couldn’t be,o but wonder if there was something deeper behind all of it-something he’s been trying to tell you without actually having to say it. But even as the thoughts consumed your mind, you pushed it aside. Marc is your colleague, your friend, someone you can always count on. It was probably nothing more than that… right?

As the night went on, Marc’s laughter and easy conversation made you forget all your worries, and by the time ge walks you towards your car, your smiling ear to ear. But just as you’re about to say goodnight, he does something that makes your heart skip a beat.

He reaches out and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice low yet husky filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Goodnight, Marc,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. As you drove home, his touch lingered against your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Marc Bernal than meets the eye. But in the meantime, you decide to leave it as it is, happy to keep things as they are for now, even if your heard would beat faster whenever he was near.

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1whore1gang · 11 months ago

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it's the little things 🤍

Hey yall!!

Sorry for the lack of updates/my disappearance. Life has been 50 shades of crazy. But, as promised here is part 10!

Now this is going to be posted in 4 parts unfortunately so i can get this out to you all. so this is part 10A!!

This is short, so be prepared.

I love all of you dearly and appreciate your patience.

Warnings: Cussing, the usual angst

if I missed any please lmk!! :)

Much love to you friends ❤️

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All 3 boys had been under my care for awhile. No contact from John, nor Laswell. I was exhausted and with little to no sleep, I was losing my mind.

“Please stop crying- I want to go back to sleep Gaz.” I was in the hallway, rocking Gaz as he cried and I couldn’t figure out why. “Please!” I begged.

I hear crying coming from inside the room. “FUCK!” I curse as I go back inside with two crying babies. Johnny was inside of the playpen bawling his eyes out now too.

“Please! Both of you! Keeping me up all damn night and I can’t figure out what’s wrong!! I just want some sleep!” Just then, Simon reached out for Johnny, hugging him as they both lay. Johnny’s cries subside and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you. If only you could fix Gaz’s cries.” Simon grunts and you set him down in the playpen next to Simon. Simon slowly hands him a toy plane and Gaz sniffles as he inspects it, the room finally quiet.

You begin to break out into tears at the silence. You couldn’t take this single parenting thing anymore. You needed Price’s help.

A hand reached to your phone, and quickly pulled up his number, but your thumb never found the strength to hit call. You quickly closed out of it and threw your phone across the room in fustration.

“Why can’t one of you turn back into an adult.” You turn to the playpen and see Johnny staring up at you now. “I could really use you right now. My little shield.” His little hands grab at the air towards you. “Oh how I miss you.”

You cradled him to you as you lay on your back, listening to his little mumbles.

“I don’t get it. What’s his deal?”

“Johnny it’s fine. Let him throw his fit.” I wave him off in my office after he stormed in.

“No! You don’t get it! I can’t continue to sit back and let him treat you like this! I cannot watch him tear you down like this! I’m losing you to his words Y/N!” I look up at Johnny as he leans over my desk.

“J.” His eyes soften as my nickname for him. “Don’t lose your job.” He scoffs at me. “We have a list of reasons he could kick us both. Let’s not add to it. Please.”

“He can’t use that against us. What were we supposed to do?!” I sigh as I set my paperwork aside, giving him my full attention. “Why would he be mad about that mission? We were being held hostage, and they wanted a show.”

“Johnny, he’d be upset because it was a stupid decision. We aren’t supposed to mix life and work.” I try to read his expression.

“So what if we kissed to save our lives?”

I remember that night, looking down a barrel of a gun. Johnny confessed his undying love for me and kissed me like he’d never get to again. That night always lived in the back of my mind. I never knew if it was true or just really good acting.

You look down to see little Johnny snoring away on your chest and you drink in the moment. “One day I’ll get to have you back.” Looking over to the playpen, you see Simon and Gaz asleep as well. You thank whatever God is out there for finally putting them down.

DING!

You hear your phone go off. Slowly moving Johnny, you get up to look.

J. Price: “Sorry I missed your call. Everything alright?”

J. Price: “Hey, call me back when you get a chance.”

J.Price: “Please let me know you’re okay. I’m worried now.”

Sighing, you curse yourself for throwing your phone. Your thumb must’ve slipped.

Y: “Accidental.”

You left it at that and set your phone down, finally being able to get some sleep.

“Please. You can’t just walk away from this! This isn’t something you can just shove down Y/N. You can’t shut me out this time!!” Johnny yelled after me as I walked down the halls of the compound. The tears were coming, I knew it. I couldn’t let him see it thought.

“Stop!!” I feel his hand grip my wrist. “If you don’t do something, I will.” His breathing was labored and his eyes were wide with fury, his nostrils flaring with each exhale.

“It’s out of my hands. I’m sorry Johnny. What am I supposed to do?” His face softened as he let out an exasperated breath. His shoulders fell and his grip left me. “I’m choosing to keep my job separate from everything else.”

“Fine. But just remember what Simon said, okay? Remember what we swore to you. Say the word and the man is dead.”

I sigh as I look up at him. Johnny recently had found out what happened to be on deployment. The man that hurt me. He’d been fuming ever since. “It’s fine. Go get some sleep, ok?”

Johnny was always the one to get heated about things. Simon was the calm and quiet one. Johnny would be loud and abrasive about a subject while Simon would hold you and quiet your tears.

You spent many nights in Simon’s room crying into his arms, letting your emotions roll off of you as he shushed you and hummed to you. He was soft and gentle, a side reserved for you.

You stared at your ceiling as your alarm went off. All three boys were already up preoccupying themselves. You were so numb after what happened in the hospital.

Seeing Price about to kiss Tia, after leaving you cold turkey on deployment. The betrayal broke you in new ways you weren’t sure you could repair.

Seeing little Johnny in the hospital bed, hearing Price and Tia try to explain themselves.

It burns in your brain, haunts you everytime you close your eyes. Your heart feels the pain all over again every morning when your eyes flutter open. How could you have been so foolish to trust him? After all he did?

Price had done nothing but treat you like shit your entire career and all it took was some babies coming along, who happened to be your colleagues, for him to change overnight?

As if that-

You sat up in bed. A million thoughts were swirling through your mind as Simon looked up at you and tilted his head.

No. It can’t be the reason.

Letting out a sigh and pushing the thought aside, you grabbed the boys and went to the kitchen to feed them. You hadn’t eaten much since the hospital, didn’t have the appetite.

The sunlight through the window felt warm on your skin as you mixed the bottles. Closing your eyes for a moment, you embraced the feeling. It felt euphoric to feel the sunshine brush against your skin.

A cry broke the moment of peace, a fuss from Gaz. You rolled your eyes and gave the boys their bottles. You sat the breakfast bar across from their high chairs and laid your head down in your arms, desperate for just 5 minutes.

“Y/N?” That didn’t last long though.

Slowly, your heavy head lifted to see Laswell standing in the doorway that led to the rest of the building. “Honey you look terrible, oh my God”.

Words didn’t grace your tongue today, instead, tears flooded your eyes as Johnny began to cry. Laswell rushed over to you, embracing you with file folders in her hands. “I’m so sorry I’ve left you to be alone for so long. I’ve been handling things on the outside end of this all. You must be exhausted. Oh…”

You didn’t want her pity, yet having another person around was such a relief. Emotions flooded you and broke open like a dam at her comfort. “You know what. You go rest and I’ll watch the boys for awhile. Then we’ll talk, okay?”

She quickly rushed over to hush Johnny and then shot you a mom glare. You nodded and got up, heading to your room to sleep like she’d ordered.

A couple hours later, you make your way back out the kitchen but stop around the corner when you hear Laswell talking on the phone.

“You don’t understand, she’s in horrible condition. She looks as if she hasn’t slept in days, which isn’t surprising considering she’s taking care of 3 littles by herself. She’s also recovering from major surgery.” A pause in her talking made you listen closer, trying to see if you could hear the person on the other end.

“All Im asking is you take at least one. Theyre your responsibility too. You know damn well it’s not fair. She’s been through hell and back and hasn’t had a moment of peace for over a month. If you don’t start getting your shit together, I’ll force you to.”

You couldn’t hear the person she was speaking to unfortunately, but you assumed it was Price.

You finally make the turn around the corner and watch as Laswell quickly hangs up the call at your appearance. “That wasn’t very long?” She remarks.

“Hard to sleep these days. It’s normal for me after a deployment.” You sit down across from her at the breakfast bar. “How were the boys?” Your eyes drift over to all three of them passed out in the small living area. You sigh in relief at the sight, they’d never sleep that peacefully for you lately.

“They were fine. No issues. We need to talk though. Your plate is all too full right now. We need to take some stress off of you dear.” She reaches and grabs your hands across the table. “I’ve spoken to John. He’s willing to take Gaz to lighten your load. It’s not much but it’ll help. Plus, now that I’ve gotten everything in order on the outside, I can be around more to watch Simon and Johnny for you whenever you want or need.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him.” You look down and take your hands away. “I’m fine without his help-“

“No you aren’t. You’re drowning. Look at yourself. I can tell you’re without sleep and a proper meal. Let me help you, please.” You sigh at her words.

“I wish I had my boys back. They’d know exactly what to do. They’d fix everything. I can’t go on like this, it’s lonely here Laswell.” Tears sting your eyes.

“I know honey. I’ve arranged a time for us to meet John just to exchange Gaz. Nothing more. You don’t have to talk to him or even get out of the car. Just come with so he can take one off of your hands.” She squeezes your hands as she takes them again. “Okay?”

You take a deep breath before nodding at her offer. “When do we leave?”

“In about an hour. Is that enough time to freshen up? I can change the boys and get them in their car seats for you.” She scans your expression looking for any way to read deeper into your mind.

“Yeah that’s fine. I’ll uh, go shower.” You get up and beeline to your room.

The shower washes your tears down the drain as the water burns your skin.

When you exit the shower and get dressed, staring at your reflection for a moment.

You didn’t recognize yourself and you hoped Price would not notice.

You didn’t want his pity.

That’s when a knock appeared at your door. Figuring it was Laswell, you quickly answered it but instead you were shocked.

“Hey girl. Can I come in?”

Tia….

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justletmewritepls · 5 months ago

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Between Peke J and Us (Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader) ((Part 3))

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of unexpected joy. Since the day I saved Peke J, Chifuyu and I had been texting nonstop. It started with casual messages—updates on Peke J’s antics and random memes he’d send—but soon our conversations delved deeper. We talked about everything: our favorite foods, embarrassing childhood stories, and even dreams for the future. He was easy to talk to, his humor and kindness making my days brighter.

One afternoon, as I packed up my things after school, I noticed two familiar figures leaning casually against the school gate. Chifuyu’s blond hair caught the sunlight, and beside him was another boy, one with striking black hair tied into a messy ponytail and a mischievous smirk.

“Is that…?” I muttered to myself, stepping closer.

“Hey, took you long enough!” Chifuyu called out, waving enthusiastically. Baji nudged him with an amused snort.

“Thought we’d come see you for once,” Chifuyu explained as I approached. “Hope you don’t mind.”

I blinked, surprised. “You came all this way? Wait, who's this?”

“This is Baji, my best friend,” Chifuyu said, gesturing toward the other boy. “I figured you should meet him since he wouldn’t stop bugging me about it.”

Baji shot him a glare before turning to me. “Bugging you? I just wanted to see the girl who saved Peke J. Thought Chifuyu might’ve been exaggerating, but… you’re cooler than I expected.”

“Uh, thanks?” I said, chuckling awkwardly.

We spent the next couple of hours walking around the nearby park, chatting and sharing stories. Baji was a little intimidating at first with his sharp tongue and teasing demeanor, but it was clear how close he and Chifuyu were. Watching them banter felt like watching brothers.

Eventually, the sky turned orange with the setting sun, and Baji checked his watch. “Alright, I’m heading out. Don’t do anything stupid, Chifuyu.” He smirked, slinging a leg over his bike. “Nice meeting you,” he added before roaring off into the distance.

Now alone with Chifuyu, I glanced at him curiously. “What’s with the secret visit?”

“No secret,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Just wanted to see you in person.”

His words caught me off guard, and I looked away to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Well, it was nice of you.”

He gestured toward his bike parked a little ways down. “Need a ride home?”

“On your bike?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, unless you’d rather walk.”

I considered teasing him but decided against it. “Alright, let’s go.”

The ride to my house was exhilarating. The wind whipped past us, and I held onto Chifuyu’s jacket tightly, feeling an odd mix of excitement and safety. When we finally pulled up to my house, I hopped off, brushing my hair back into place.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said with a smile.

“No problem,” Chifuyu replied, fidgeting slightly as he avoided my gaze. “Uh, before you go…”

I tilted my head. “What is it?”

“I was wondering…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Would you, maybe, wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

His question hung in the air, and for a moment, I couldn’t process it. “A date?” I repeated dumbly.

“Yeah,” he said quickly. “But if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine! I just thought I’d ask—”

“I’d love to,” I interrupted, smiling shyly.

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirmed, laughing softly at his stunned expression.

A grin spread across his face, and he scratched his cheek, looking both relieved and overjoyed. “Okay, great! I’ll, uh, text you the details?”

“Sounds good,” I said, stepping back toward my door. “Goodnight, Chifuyu.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, watching as I disappeared inside.

As I leaned against the door, my heart raced. A date with Chifuyu… I couldn’t wait.

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munsonsmixtapes · 1 year ago

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Teach Me

Steve x bi!fem!reader

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part one part two part three part five part six part seven part eight

Part Four: Lesson Three

“Can’t believe this is the second weekend in a row that you’re ditching me,” Eddie scoffed as he lay across your bed. He was on his stomach with his feet kicked up as he flipped through yet another one of your magazines, swinging his legs back and forth. You swore that he liked them more than you did. He loved the gossip and all the little quizzes. For the last twenty minutes, he had been trying to figure out who his dream date was going to be and was trying to decide between the final two.

“And I can’t believe you’re complaining when you claimed that you were a “proud daddy” because I was hanging out with people who weren’t you,” you retorted, throwing on a pair of shorts.

“I’m still a proud daddy, don’t get it twisted,” he stood up from the bed. “But now I feel like you’re replacing me for Harrington,” he jutted out his bottom lip. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately.”

“We work together, Eds,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “And I’d never replace you. You’re my best friend.”

“You know you’re allowed to have feelings for him, right? I’m not upset.” The more he thought about it, the more he could see you with Steve. And it didn’t upset him in the slightest. In fact, he couldn’t have been more happy.

“I don’t like him.” Eddie thought it was cute how in denial you were of your feelings. How it was so obvious that you liked Steve but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Right,” he nodded. “You don’t have feelings for Steve in the way that I’m one hundred percent straight,” he winked. Your sexuality was one of the things that bonded you. You both had realized that you were bisexual at very young ages and had been the first people that you each came out to.

“But-”

“Don’t try to deny it, babe,” he nudged your shoulder. “Own it. He likes you too.”

“How can you be so sure?” Eddie gave you a look as if to say “really” with a hand on his hip.

“Because I can see hearts forming in his eyes every time he looks at you.” It was almost sickening, how much love Steve looked at you with. The way his brown eyes would soften and his lips would turn up into that stupid, dopey smile.

“No you can’t.” You almost wanted to believe that he was lying, but Eddie was a terrible liar and he most certainly would have never lied to you.

“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “That man is totally in love with you.” That was a hard concept for you to grasp. That anyone could love you. Especially in a romantic sense. You had always been a last choice to people so why would you have ever been anyone’s first?

“Whatever.” You turned back to your closet and went through the rack one more time before deciding on one of your old tank tops. You really needed to update your wardrobe.

“Now, let’s talk about something more important,” he reached for the magazine and held it out to you. “Do you think my dream man is Harrison Ford or Johnny Depp?”

“I can’t believe you’d even ask me that,” you rolled your eyes as you threw on the tank top. “We both know you like men old enough to be your father so you’re definitely going to choose Harrison Ford.”

“You know me so well,” he grabbed hold of your face and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to your cheek. You quickly wiped your cheek with the back of your hand with a grimace. “Damn,” he let out a whistle. “Looking to get some tonight?”

“No,” you glared. “Robin will be there too. Are you gonna be okay here tonight?” He was watching Callie for you yet again which you always appreciated. “I can stay.”

Eddie knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to seem like you were concerned about him being able to take care of Callie, but you both knew that you were hush trying one last time to get out of your plans.

“Nope, you’re going,” he grabbed your purse and shoved it into your hands.

“But-”

“No. Callie is going to try a fishtail braid on me and you are not going to ruin that for me.” You thought that it was cute that he always let her play with his hair.

“Oh, so you have big plans,” you let out a laugh.

“That I do. Now get out of here.” He handed you your pager before giving your ass a slap.

“Alright, I’m going.” You headed for the door but he grabbed your wrist before you could. You could have sworn that he was going to give you a kiss goodbye, but he didn’t.

“Wait, hold on.” He grabbed hold of the front of your shirt, pulling the front of it down to show off some of your cleavage. “There.”

“Eddie, for the last time, I’m not getting some tonight.” You knew that he was up to something, but you were afraid to ask what.

“Sure, sure,” he winked and you made a beeline for the door, scared to know what he had been up to.

You pulled up to Steve’s once again and this time, you were grateful to have Robin there so you wouldn’t have wanted to get close to Steve. You would have wanted to snuggle close to him as the movie played; to stare at him instead of the screen, your eyes drifting to his lips, wanting to know what they tasted like.

You couldn’t let things progress with him, you just couldn’t. Denying your feelings was the way to go. Even if you had started something with him, he would just find someone new, leaving you in the dust. Everyone else did, so why was Steve an exception?

You rang the doorbell and the door opened in record time, Steve on the other side. He was dressed in a hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts, something that was definitely more casual than what he usually wore. You liked the look on him.

“Oh,” he said in surprise. “So you still decided to show up. Come on in.” You stepped inside, unsure of what he had meant. Clearly you were missing a vital piece of information.

“Yeah, we made plans, or did you forget?” You let out a laugh, but quickly stopped when you saw that he wasn’t laughing with you.

“Robin canceled and said that she was going to call you.” He closed the door before turning to face you. Now it all made sense; Eddie being weird about you “getting some” and pulling down the front of your shirt. He had been in cahoots with Robin to set you and Steve up.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh.” Steve was now finally in the loop, realizing what had happened. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen for his friend’s tricks once again. “Well, you’re already here. Do you still want to watch the movie? Or we can play a board game.”

“Or we could practice some more.” Steve liked the way you thought. He couldn’t sit next to you in that kind of setting and not think about how he wanted you cuddled up into his side. He couldn’t think about how pretty you looked and how much he wanted to run his hands along your body. How he wanted to press kisses to every inch of skin he could find. If he was teaching you how to behave on a date, then that would give him something to focus on other than your pretty, soft skin.

“That works too,” he shrugged. “I already have the whole lesson plan written out.” He wasn’t going to tell you that he wouldn’t have done that for anyone else. That you were special.

“Since when are you so thorough?” Literally never. But he would be for you. He would have been whatever you wanted.

“This is important to you and I want to make sure that I don’t leave anything out.” That was true, but he also wanted you to know how seriously he took it. He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t know what he was doing, and he definitely didn’t. At least, not when he was around you.

“That’s sweet.”

“I mean, I can’t have any potentially bad advice lead back to me.” You just laughed, giving his shoulder a shove.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” His mind went blank. Everything that he had written down in his notebook had completely vanished from his brain.

“This is the perfect opportunity to show you how to go on a date to the movies.” You didn’t like the sound of that. You hadn’t heard a single good thing about going to the movies on a first date.

“Isn’t that known to be a bad first date?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “To amateurs.”

“And you’re not one?” You joked and he just rolled his eyes.

“Clearly not since you asked me to help you.” He had a point. You wouldn’t have asked him if he didn’t have so much experience. You wanted help from someone who actually knew what they were doing.

“Touché. So what are we watching?”

“Whatever you want.” He headed over to a cabinet that was by the biggest TV you had ever seen. You turned the cabinet and you could have sworn that it was filled with every single VHS tape ever made.

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks real quick.” Before you could answer, he fled to the kitchen. You turned to look around while he was busy with his task and your gravitate over to the sliding glass door that led out to his backyard. You got closer and realized that he had a pool. Of course he did. Rich people always had pools. The moon reflected off the water, making it look so inviting on that summer night. It looked so much cleaner than the public one in town. It looked prettier, bluer. And probably cost a fortune to keep up with. You were going to have to invite yourself over to use it sometime.

Steve came back in record speed with a tray filled with all sorts of different snacks and a couple of sodas. He set them on the coffee table and turned to your with a smile.

“Help yourself,” he gestured to the tray with his hands and you stepped forward to see what all the options were. In the center was a giant bowl of popcorn and there were smaller bowls of candies surrounding it. He took one of the sodas and cracked it open before taking a sip then headed over to his movie selection.

While Steve was going through the tapes, all you could think about was how fucking pissed you were at Eddie for his little schemes and you were definitely going to tell him as such as soon as possible. There was no way he was getting away with something like that.

You could get a date on your own. You didn’t need your best friend to help you and especially not behind your back. You supposed that in the grand scheme of things, what he had done wasn’t so bad, but it was more so that you had been caught off guard and that Steve had been dragged into it as well.

“I’ve got literally everything so take your pick.” Steve moved out of the way so you could see his collection. You stepped forward and couldn’t help but admire the way that everything was not only alphabetized but also categorized by genre.

It felt weird hanging out with someone who had things like that. You had grown up with practically nothing and so did Eddie. The two of you were eating TV dinners or food from cans and playing with old toys that were hand me downs from your parents and Wayne while kids like Steve were getting home cooked meals and the newest electronics. Being friends with Steve was like entering a whole new world that you had no idea how to be in.

You felt envious that he could have anything he wanted just by asking when you knew that just having your own bed was out of the question. You wondered what it would have been like to have your own room and where your next meal would be coming from while those were things that Steve never even had to worry about.

“Do you have any horror?” That had definitely been your favorite genre, but you were never able to watch it because Callie was always around and you definitely didn’t want her to subject her to that.

“Yeah, of course.” You squatted next to him, your hands accidentally brushing as you teetered towards him, losing your balance a bit. You liked the way his skin felt against yours and wondered if the rest of him was just as soft.

“This section isn’t as big as your others.” There had to be about ten movies on the entire shelf when the others had at at least thirty.

“Because Robin bought them all. It’s honestly my least favorite genre.” You let out a gasp, putting your hand up to your chest and he just glared at you.

“Aww, Stevie,” you rested your hand on his shoulder. There was that nickname again, but this time, he didn’t mind it. Actually, he was starting to prefer it to his actual name, but only because it was you who was saying it. “Do they scare you?”

You let out a laugh and he could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven because that would have been the only reason why he was hearing something so angelic. He didn’t care that it was at his expense, he was honestly willing to do whatever he could to hear it again.

“No,” he grumbled and you almost thought the blush creeping up on his cheeks was adorable. Almost.

“C’mon, you tell me,” you nudged him. “I won’t laugh,” you held up one of your pinkies. “Promise.”

He looked down at your finger then back up to your face, suspicion in his eyes. He didn’t know why you were offering him a pinky promise since they often meant nothing.

“Why would I believe you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pinky promises never actually mean anything.” You only scoffed at him. You couldn’t believe that he actually thought that.

“Excuse me?” You glared. “Pinky promises are actually very serious and I would never break them.” You truly meant the words that were coming out of your mouth. You had made countless pinky promises with Callie and you’d have been damned if you had broken any of them.

“C’mon, Stevie,” you leaned closer to him so that your faces were almost centimeters apart. He was resisting the strong urge to close the small space between the two of you, slotting his lips between yours. “I won’t tell anyone,” you whispered and he thought for a second before holding his own pinky up.

Your fingers wrapped around each other and the two of you each gave your hands a shake before pulling away from each other completely.

“Fine,” he let out a sigh, letting his hand fall to his lap. “They’re a little scary.” He felt a little embarrassed about his confession and was hoping that you really wouldn’t laugh like you had promised. Robin and Eddie had already given him shit and he really didn’t need it from you too. He was just a baby at heart. He hoped that if he milked it enough, you’d pull him into your arms and let him cuddle into your side. That seemed like wishful thinking, though.

“See?” You asked. “Was it that hard?” You gave him a pointed look.

“No, but I think my ego is a little bruised.” He put his hand up to his chest and rubbed the spot as if he had been wounded. He was almost as dramatic as Eddie sometimes.

“Well, it is a bit too big so I think you can stand to be knocked down a few pegs.” His mouth fell open at your words and he realized that he kind of liked being insulted by you, feeling a little turned on by your jab. He noticed that a lot of girls felt like they needed to walk on eggshells around him as if they were afraid that they would have insulted him. It was as if he was some fragile thing that needed to be protected from any possible deflation.

“You’re mean,” he glared and you just let out a chuckle at his cute pout.

“And you’re a dingus. Oh!” Your face lit up as you reached for a movie from the shelf, turning it around so he could see the title. “This is a classic!” Steve had never even heard of the movie so he assumed it was Robin’s.

He had never seen you so excited about anything, but he supposed that it was due to a horror movie just made sense for you. He liked seeing that side of you. He liked seeing the bright smile on your face as your eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning.

He was nervous, however, to see just how scary the movie was and hoped that there weren’t going to be any jump scares. He couldn’t embarrass himself even more in front of you. He knew that you wouldn’t judge him, but he couldn’t help but want to be the protector. And maybe it wasn’t very feminist of him to want that for himself, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to bury your face into his neck, holding onto him for dear life. He was really just looking for any excuse to get close to you.

He turned the TV on and reluctantly put the movie into the VCR, putting the cover out of his line of sight even though he knew the thing would haunt him in his dreams. He turned to the couch to see that you had already made yourself comfortable there. You had curled yourself up against the left arm; the spot where he usually sat. You just looked so pretty there that he supposed that he could let you have the spot just this once.

He slowly sat down on the cushion next to yours and made sure to keep some space between the two of you. He wanted to be sure that he wasn’t crossing any of your boundaries. You pushed yourself further into the arm even though you wanted nothing more than to tuck yourself into Steve’s side and rest your head on his chest

“Alright,” Steve let out a sigh once he was seated. “Let’s get started.” He fully turned to face you, resting his hands on his thighs, trying his best to wipe his sweaty palms without being obvious.

“Let’s,” you agreed with a nod.

“So, I’m going to go through this as if you’re the one calling the shots.”

“Got it.”

“So, really, going to see a movie is a great way to get close to the person you’re going with.”

“Really?” Your features scrunched in confusion.

“Well, physically,” he specified. “Is it okay if I scoot closer to you?” You appreciated that he asked even though that was the bare minimum.

“Yes.” Your heart rate picked up at the thought of you actually being that close to him and you hoped he couldn’t hear it in the silence between the two of you.

The two of you moved into the center of the cushions so you wouldn’t be pinned to the armrest and you realized that he was one of the only people you had sat that close to anyone outside of your family in a non-sexual context. It was nice. That there wasn’t any pressure to make any moves and be smooth.

Steve’s bare thigh touched yours and your found your mind yet again wandering to thinking about his legs being tangled with yours as he laid on top of you, pressing the most gentle kisses to your lips.

You knew you shouldn’t have been thinking about it, but you couldn’t help it. Sex had become such a big part of your social life that it had been hardwired into your brain. It was a switch that automatically turned on when you were alone with someone that you felt physically attracted to.

You turned to Steve and he was already looking at you, patiently waiting for you zone back into the conversation. He always got concerned when you got that into your head, knowing that you were overthinking something or adding something to your ever growing list of responsibilities.

“So, a great way to initiate touch, if you’re up for it, is to,” Steve paused when he realized that you hadn’t been paying attention. You had turned your head to the left, afraid to look him in the eye, which he thought was odd considering you were always so good at making eye contact.

He slowly lifted his hand and hooked his finger under your chin, taking it between his pointer finger and thumb. He turned you to face him and he didn’t miss the light pink tint covering your cheeks.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” He asked, softly. Your cheeks only turned more pink and he tried to hold back a laugh at how adorable you looked.

You avoided his gaze, your eyes settling for staring at his shoulder. You had never felt this embarrassed in your life and it was in front of Steve. You were now just like everyone else and you hated that. You weren’t immune to the feeling of being emotionally attracted to people anymore. You were developing a crush, and it was on Steve Harrington.

“Nothing, Steve,” you finally got the guts to look him in the eye. “I swear.”

“Okay,” he , letting go of your chin, letting his hand fall back to his lap.

“You’re not going to press me for an answer?” Perhaps you were so confused because your parents would never let you get away with keeping information from them when they asked you a question. Keeping quiet was usually met with marks that you had to cover up with makeup and long clothing.

“No,” he shook his head. “Because if you don’t want to tell me, then I’m not going to insist.” Your heart warmed at hearing those words. It meant a lot to you that he respected that you didn’t want to tell him.

“Oh.” Your lips parted, wanting to say something else, but you weren’t sure what. You felt weird thanking him for something like that.

“Do you want to continue?” He gave you a small smile and you returned it along with a nod.

“Yes, sorry,” you shook your head, moving your hair away from your face. Steve had never seen you so out of order. Was he-was he making your nervous? No, there was no way. You didn’t get nervous, especially not around him. He was usually the nervous one.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“Promise?” You asked and he responded by holding up his pinky. You hooked yours around his and you both gave your hands a little shake before pulling away.

“Okay, so, again, the best way to initiate touch is just holding your hand face up, like this,” he held his hand up just like he was saying then laid it on his thigh, slowly inching it towards you. “See? This way, you can offer your hand without saying a word and you put the ball in their court.”

“Does this actually work or are you just fucking with me?”

“I can confidently say that it has a one hundred percent success rate.”

“That’s because you’re you. If just anyone tried that, they would have to relocate to a different state out of embarrassment.”

“Will you stop critiquing and just take my hand?” He gave you a pointed look and you looked down at his hand that was waiting for yours. It looked nice and soft and you wondered how it would have felt in other places.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to hold it. I thought you were just showing me.” You gingerly slid your hand into his and he was quick to slot his fingers in between yours, giving yours a reassuring squeeze.

Your heart rate picked up as you both turned to the TV screen to watch the movie that you had completely neglected. You were so aware of how his hand felt pressed against yours and it was causing your to internally panic.

It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. You repeated the words in your head as he gently stroked your hand with the pad of his thumb. At that, all of your thoughts left your brain and for once, the thing was empty.

“See?” He asked, turning to you. “Just like this.” He continued to stroke your hand, keeping his eyes on the screen. You watched the scene before you and tilted your head to the side, noticing that you didn’t recognize what was happening despite having seen the movie more times than you could count.

“Oh my god,” you turned to face him, giving him glare. “You switched the movie!” You pulled your hand away from his in feigned disgust.

“Wow,” he rolled his eyes in a dramatic nature. “I invite you into my house and this is how you treat me?” He put his hand up to his chest in offense, shaking his head at you.

“Admit it, Steve.”

“I’m not admitting anything, honey.” The sudden use of the nickname made you want to melt. It was so soft and sweet just like him.

“Then how about I remove the movie and we’ll see?” You stood up from the couch but he grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you back down. The feeling in the air suddenly shifted as you locked eyes. His shifted to your lips then back up to your eyes so quickly that you might have missed it if you hadn’t been paying so much attention to him

“You know, I’m doing a nice thing for you and I’m not even getting anything in return.” His hands slipped from your waist and he crossed his arms over his chest. He did have a point, but you weren’t sure what you could have offered him.

“Well, you never told me what you wanted.” You leaned closer to him and he mimicked your actions, hypnotized by the flirty look on your face.

“How about this? I teach you and you teach me.” You didn’t know what he was getting at and were afraid to ask.

“And what could I possibly teach you?” There was nothing. You really didn't know how to do anything except draw and you didn’t think teaching him that was a fair trade.

“You’re kidding right?” He let out a laugh as he raised an eyebrow. You were still unsure of what he was getting at and just wanted him to come right out and say it.

“Just tell me,” you gave him a nudge.

“Sex,” he gave you a nudge in return.

“What?” You scoffed. Nope. Absolutely not. You were not having sex with Steve Harrington. That was where you drew the line.

“That’s the area you’re an expert in and clearly I’m lacking.” You let out a laugh at thinking about Steve lacking in sexual experience. He definitely didn’t get the name “King Steve” from being a virgin.

“Steve,” you moved away from him, tension rising in the air. There was a hesitance in your voice and he immediately regretted asking. He had definitely crossed a boundary.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Just forget I said anything.”

“Let’s do it.”

“What?” His eyes widened at your suggestion. He hadn’t actually expected you to agree. The whole thing had been a joke, after all.

“You’re right,” you shrugged. “You deserve something in return, so I’ll teach you everything I know.” You knew the mess you were getting yourself into, but you were slowly realizing that you’d do anything for Steve.

“Y/n, I was just joking. You don’t have-”

“I know,” you cut him off. “But I want to.” You rested a hand on top of his. You gave him an assuring nod but he was still unsure. He began to chew on his lip as he weighed his options.

On the one hand, he could have really used some pointers from someone who really knew what they were doing, but on the other, he knew how easy it would have been to cross a line where fake could easily become real.

Without putting much thought into it, you reached up and pulled his lip from between his teeth with your thumb before resting a hand on his cheek. It was warm and soft and you had to resist the urge to press a kiss to it.

“I teach you, you teach me?” You asked and he just nodded in response.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” he responded with a nod.

“Good boy.” He didn’t like how hard his dick got hearing you say those words.

“Well, since I taught you something tonight, it’s only fair that you do the same.”

“What do you want to know?” You were curious as to what he was

“I mean, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’d say I know my way around a make out session, but it’s like-” he cut himself off, trying to find the right words.

“Like what, honey?” He could have sworn that he had melted hearing that nickname fall from your lips.

“It’s like I don’t know how to go all the way anymore.” He wasn’t going to tell you that you were the reason why. That he always envisioned your face anytime he would make out with a girl, automatically making him not want to continue. You were taking up every inch of his brain and he didn’t want you to stop.

“So you haven’t…”

“No,” he shook his head, hanging it low so you couldn’t see his face. “Not in a while.”

“How long is a while?” Steve knew you were just trying to get all the facts straight so you could really help him, but he still felt embarrassed. He also knew that you wouldn’t judge him, but he couldn’t help but compare his sex life to yours.

“Three months,” he let out a sigh. He hadn’t been sleeping with people too often, but even that was a dry spell for him. It was frustrating, especially since he was trying. Especially because the one woman who he actually wanted to sleep with couldn’t have been less interested.

You didn’t say anything in response. You just sat there, trying to figure how to approach the situation. You thought that maybe he had been exaggerating and that it had really only been like a week, but three months was a long time. Especially for Steve and how many dates he seemed to go on.

You felt bad for the guy. You felt bad that he had gotten so desperate for your help. If you were being honest, you had no fucking clue how to teach him without actually participating in the act. And you couldn’t. That would be a breach of your nonexistent contract.

“Do you want to start now?” He was caught off guard by your question. He thought he had more time, but he supposed that it was better to go for it then just panic for its anticipation for your next lesson.

“Can we?” He hadn't even thought that was an option right in that very moment. He was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around. But he had agreed, so he was going to have to go through with it no matter how much it scared him

“Whatever you want,” you shrugged. “You call the shots.” He didn’t like making the decisions. He just liked being told what to do.

“Okay, let’s do it. What’s first?” He was curious to see what you were going to suggest, if you would describe it or if you would actually touch him. God, did he want you to touch him.

“Well, before all of the sex stuff, we have to figure out what’s going on with your make outs and why they’re not working out.”

“How do we do that? Are we-are we going to make out?” He was trying to hold back his excitement but a small smile was evident on his face.

“Not if you don’t want to.” You swore you weren’t going to do anything but listen to his advice, but now here you were, about to make out with him and you were sure that you were going to like it. You couldn’t, though. Because then you’d want more and you couldn’t have it. It was just going to be a one-time thing.

“I want to.” So badly, he wanted to add, but he didn’t. He didn’t want you to know just how desperate he was to press his lips to yours. How much he was looking forward to sliding his tongue into your mouth.

“We’re doing this.” You scooted closer to him, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You had never been so nervous to makeout with someone and for once, you were afraid you were going to screw it up.

“Yep,” he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Can I get on top of you?” His eyes widened at your question and he wanted to tell you that you could do anything you wanted to him and he’d happily take it.

“Please,” he responded a little too eagerly and you took no time to straddle him and place yourself on his lap.

He couldn’t believe it. You were actually straddling him, about to make out with him. It wasn’t one of his fantasies he thought about when he was falling asleep.

You slowly rested your hands on his shoulders while his went to your lower back, right above your ass. You slowly inched your face towards his, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

When he made no objection, you pressed your lips to his in a lingering peck. You pulled away for a second only to dive back in, capturing his bottom lip between your two. Steve was quick to return your kiss, your lips moving together slowly as you wrapped your arms around your neck to pull him closer to you.

Your hands ran through his hair and he didn’t even care that you were messing it up. If he was being honest, you were the only one who he’d let touch it.

Steve was honestly surprised he was able to react since his brain had short-circuited. Your lips were just as soft as he had hoped they would be and your hands were in his hair. He was just living the dream and hoping that he’d never wake up.

His hands pushed up the back of your shirt so he had access to your bare skin. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and he opened up, letting you inside. Your tongue moved around his mouth in a messy manner, as if you were trying to taste every part of it. He tasted like the grape soda he had been drinking and for once, you didn’t hate the flavor.

His hands moved higher up your back, underneath your bra, but he made no move to remove it. Your shirt was moving higher up your waist and you were so close to just taking it off. You pulled away from him, the kiss getting too heated for your liking.

“I don’t see what the problem is, you’re doing great.” He knew that was only true because now he had the real thing.

“I think that’s because you’re a great teacher.”

“Haven’t taught you anything yet, Stevie.”

You pressed your lips to his cheek and moved your way down to the column of his neck, making sure to give each of his moles a kiss as you did so. You got to his neck, giving the spot a little love. You pressed gentle, open mouthed kisses to the skin before giving it a hard suck.

Steve let out a small whimper and that sounded like an invitation to continue. You continued to suck even harder then grazed his skin with your teeth which was followed by a moan falling from his lips.

His fingertips dug into your back and it arched at the sensation, bringing you closer to him. His nails moved down your back, scratching at the skin, just hard enough to leave a mark, but soft enough to not break the skin.

You diffused the bite with your tongue then moved back up to his lips, slamming yours to them. You took no time to stick your tongue back into his mouth, desperate to taste him more, sliding it roughly against his.

The kiss was rushed and messy as you tried to take what you wanted from him and he was there, pliant underneath you. He was going to let you have whatever you wanted, all he needed was your pretty lips.

You reluctantly pulled away for air and the both of your stared at each other, chests, rising and falling as you did so. You looked down into his eyes and could suddenly see what Eddie had been talking about. You could see the hearts. He had a dopey smile on his face and his brown eyes were suddenly the color of honey. Fuck, you were falling just as hard as he was.

His pupils were blown and his lips were swollen and pink from your kisses and you hated that he looked so goddamn adorable. So adorable that you wanted to kiss him all over again and tell him just how cute you thought he was.

“Was that okay for you?” You asked, flipping some of your hair over your shoulder, trying to play it off like you wouldn’t have been content kissing him all night.

“More than okay,” he smiled, his hands slowly slipping from your shirt. You were disgusted that you were actually starting to miss his touch. “You were-you were great.”

“You weren’t half bad yourself, Harrington,” you winked and he was trying real hard to not pull your back in for more. It was getting late and you should have headed home, but you still sat there in his lap.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink and you loved how easy it was to make him blush. How you could make him fold in just a few words. You were always flirting with people for the sole purpose of sleeping with them so you felt out of place flirting with Steve just because you wanted to. Because it was adorable seeing him stutter and become all flustered at hearing your words.

You reluctantly climbed off of Steve’s lap and he stared up at you, unmoving. Almost as if he was hypnotized. If you were able to do that to him just by making out with him, you wondered how he would’ve been after sleeping with you.

But you weren’t going to sleep with him. You couldn’t. Making out was one thing, but actually being intimate was off the table. You couldn’t do it. You wouldn’t. As much as you found yourself wanting him to lead you upstairs, you had to cut it short. Maybe it was because you felt weird because he was your friend or maybe it was because you were afraid of how emotionally connected to him you would have become afterwards.

“Well,” you sighed, grabbing your purse from the coffee table. “I should probably go.”

“Now?” He asked, quickly standing from the couch. You thought it was cute that he wanted you to stay but not cute enough to actually do it. You had to leave him wanting more and clearly from the way he was acting, you had been successful.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I need to get back to Callie.” Technically, you weren’t lying. You wanted to make sure that Eddie had actually gotten her into bed on time. He could never say no and always ended up letting her stay up because she wanted to see you before she went to sleep

“Right, yeah,” he nodded in understanding. “I’ll walk you out.”

You headed for the door and Steve trailed behind you like a lost puppy. A couple of kisses and he was already willing to do whatever you asked him. Not that he needed the kisses to do it, but they definitely helped. All you had to do was tell him to jump and he’d ask you how high.

Steve was in a daze as he followed you to the door. Your make out session was playing in his head on repeat. Your hands in his hair, your tongue in his mouth, his hands underneath your shirt, your lips on his neck. It almost didn’t feel real with the floaty-feeling state he was in. It was almost as if he had taken one of Eddie’s edibles with the way he was feeling.

He opened the door for you and leaned against the doorframe when you got out onto the porch. He was looking at you so dreamily, almost as if he had been under the influence of something. It was almost cute. Almost.

“Well,” you reached into your purse for your keys. “I had a good time tonight.”

“Me too,” he nodded. A really good time.

“You can just give me a call when you have the next lesson planned and we can work around my schedule.” He already had it planned out but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He didn’t want to let on that he was actually crushing on you. That would’ve blown the whole mission.

“Sounds good,” he nodded once more and you stepped forward to plant one final kiss on his lips before heading down the steps and to your car.

He waited until your car was on the road before heading back inside. He couldn’t keep the smile on his face as he put the videotape away and cleaned up all the snacks, putting them all in containers to save for later.

He honestly couldn’t believe that had happened. Not only had he finally kissed you, but it had also more than lived up to the hype. Your lips were so soft and tasted sweet from the lip balm you had been wearing. You had your way with him and as much as he liked a soft and gentle make out, he was beginning to think that maybe he liked it rough. He actually liked the way you weren’t treating him nicely, that your were just taking what you wanted, having no regard for him at all. He was surprised that you couldn’t feel how hard his dick was. Well, if you did, you hadn’t said anything about it, and thank god for that.

He headed into the foyer and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror by the door. He stepped up to it and could see a bruise forming on the side of his neck where you had your way with him. He turned his head to the side to get a better look and nodded to himself in approval before heading up the stairs to bed to dream about you just like he had every single night.

You headed into the trailer, immediately hiding the smile on your face. You couldn’t give Eddie any sign that his stupid scheme had worked. Despite you actually not even caring that much anymore, you still wanted him to know how upset you were with him for putting you in that position.

As predicted, Eddie and Callie were on the couch, watching her favorite cartoon when you walked through the door. They both turned to you for a split second then immediately turned back to the screen.

“Time for bed,” you said and they both whined, making no move to actually get off the couch. “C’mon, TV off.”

“Can we at least finish this episode?” Eddie asked as if he hadn’t been a full grown adult who could decide when he went to bed.

“Nope,” you shook your head. “It’s late enough as it is. C’mon, chop chop.” You clapped your hands and Callie reluctantly turned off the TV then both she and Eddie stood from the couch.

“G’night, bug,” he squatted in front of her, ruffling her hair before opening his arms for a hug.

“‘Night, Eds,” she responded with a pout.

“Oh come on. You know you can’t resist my hugs,” he still held his arms out, giving her one last chance to give in. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and his wrapped around her back before they gave each other a tight squeeze.

Eddie then stood back to his full height and headed over to you, offering you a hug as well. You took it and felt his lips right by your ear.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of telling me all the gory details. I want a play by play tomorrow,” he said before pulling away.

“No promises,” you responded as he pushed the door open and headed across the way to his own home. There was no way in hell you were telling him about your night with Steve. If you did, then he would have won. And there was nothing you hated more than admitting that you were wrong.

After Eddie was gone, you headed over to Callie who was rubbing her eyes with her knuckles, desperately trying to fight getting sleepy.

“I’m not even tired,” she whined, still rubbing at her eyes.

“I know you’re not, bug,” you replied, letting out a chuckle. She would be asleep in five minutes with how tired she seemed to be.

Once you approached her, she held up her arms as if asking you to carry her. Without protest, you picked her up and she was quick to wrap her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder.

You carried her to your shared room and laid her down on the bed gently, grateful that she was at least wearing her pajamas so you wouldn’t have to fight her on changing into them.

You changed into your own pajamas and crawled into bed with her. She was quick to scoot closer to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you, resting her head against your chest. Your arms pulled her tightly to you, stroking her hair with one hand while the other rested at your back. She always insisted that the two of you sleep like this, leaving no space between you. You were convinced that she would have been attached to you if she could have been.

“I missed you,” she murmured, snuggling further into you.

“Missed you too, bug,” you stroked her hair some more before hearing her light snores coming from her lips. You were always envious at how quickly she was able to fall asleep. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. You couldn’t say the same. You would lie awake for hours, thinking about all of your issues and your never ending to do list. It plagued your brain constantly, but especially when you were trying to go to sleep.

That night, though, all you could seem to think about was your pretty coworker. Your pretty coworker that you had formed a strange agreement with. Your pretty coworker that you kissed. And you actually liked it.

You found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep, dreaming of nothing but Steve and his pretty lips that you found yourself wanting to kiss forever. Maybe if you played your cards right, he would have let you.

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birdiewriteslit · 1 year ago

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wildest dreams

luke hughes x abigail abernathy

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okay ik i haven’t updated this in a literal month so im finally feeding you my apologies for the wait

“Get up.” Jack said, grabbing the pillow from underneath Luke’s head and throwing it across the room.

Luke groaned, planting his face into the mattress. “What do you want?” he asked curtly, voice muffled by the sheets.

“It’s 1pm, we have practice in an hour, you’re a mess, I’m mad at you,” Jack listed, yanking the comforter off of his body.

Luke shivered and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun streaming in through the window. “What have you got to be mad about?”

“I haven’t heard from Abigail since she left, which, by the way, I know was your fault. Plus, you’ve been moody ever since she did, even though you’ve got no right to be.” Jack paused, taking a breath. “And I know what happened on New Year’s.”

Luke sat up on the bed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “Then you know I’ve got some right. She’s the one who doesn’t.”

Jack rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Fine, be an idiot. See if I care. Don’t take it out on Abigail when all she did was like you. You’re probably not used to girls liking you though.”

“She doesn’t like me, she’s fucking Rudy,” Luke mumbled.

“You really are an idiot. Seriously, get out of bed or I’m leaving without you.”

Jack left the room and Luke let his head fall into his hands. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, staring at Abigail’s smiling face on his lockscreen, and feeling worse about the whole thing.

He listened to the voicemail, and he felt sick to his stomach. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled at her, but seeing her with Rudy set something off in his mind.

Granted, he had a jealousy problem since they were kids and Abigail would come to Toronto talking about all of her Boston friends, but things were a lot different now.

When Abigail got a job on Shameless, Luke couldn’t be prouder, and when it came out, she was so excited to watch it with him.

It was just her and him that night at the lake, the others having gone to bed. “I can’t watch this with my parents,” Abby had said, clinging to Luke’s arm in excitement.

He figured that meant she was topless in a scene. He’d seen Shameless before, and he couldn’t lie about being a little excited about her debut. He was 17, after all.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a full on sex scene between her and a costar, who still comments on her Instagram posts.

That was the moment he realized that things were changing in Abigail’s world. He thought about how other guys would be looking at her, thinking about her.

Then Outer Banks came around, and she started dating Rudy. He had to act like he liked the guy, but in reality he hated the way it made him feel seeing Abigail with another guy.

For a whole year he had to watch her with him. She even brought him to the lake once, and then after that trip, he broke up with her over Luke.

So, naturally, he didn’t like it when he saw Abigail was hanging around a guy like that again.

He replayed the voicemail. “Fuck,” he said out loud. “I fucked up.”

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messages 10:36 pm

jack: if you’re trying to make luke mad it’s working

jack: but i can tell he feels guilty for whatever he did

jack: it’s actually a weird combination and i don’t like it

jack: pls fix it

abigail: i tried to fix it but he’s an ass idk what to tell you

abigail: i’m not trying to make him mad but it’s not my fault he freaks out when i breath near anyone else

jack: why the fart are you in philly then

abigail: bc i wanted to see my friend jamie

jack: and you had to do this in the midst of this drama

jack: you and luke need to figure this shit out cuz i’m tired of you hurting each other

jack: shit pisses me off

abigail: okay i admit i knew it would make him mad but he fucking screamed at me and hasn’t spoken to me since his tantrum

jack: he will he just needs time to cool down

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proteus-maximus · 28 days ago

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Can you outrun this?

Idea to @/coquettecomics on c.ai this is INSANELY ooc because it's my drself x Rex, I don't know how long i'll work on it but i'll keep updating... Probably. I also don't know how to tag a fanfic. or how to cut it.

Rex part posted soon.

|| M4F, Angst, regret, cosmic deity , switching POVS

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I stood in an alleyway, it was dark and cold out- Rex Splode stood in front of me with a hurt look on his face, the rain pelting against the ground only setting the ambience even more. My eyes darted past him to the open road, where I so desperately wanted to go. Get out of this awkward situation. Get out of here.

“You really think I wouldn't have come after you?” Rex finally broke the silence, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Of course he was the first to notice, I didn’t know how to tell him I was leaving, I needed to leave. Everything was too much. Omni-Man, Cecil, all these villains, never having a moment of peace? I was happier alone floating through space while having a mental breakdown.

“You think running away from this will change anything? Change us? It won’t.” Rex started, biting his lip as he let out a sigh. “Viviane… I need you. The guardians need you-” Rex looked down and shook his head. “You can’t outrun this life, the people need you. The threats and villains are only getting more dangerous,” Rex looked back up, locking eyes with mine in one of the most awkward staring competitions I've ever had. “... Say you don’t love me, say you’re done with this life and I'll let you go, I won't even chase after you.”

“... I’m done with this life.” I managed to get the words out, my hands clenched so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms. I couldn’t continue looking at him, and I couldn't say I didn't love him. I’d be lying to both of us.

Rex felt as if he’d been shot, an aching pain in his chest he hated so much. He felt as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs, tears watering in his eyes as a small show of vulnerability, he looked away so I couldn't see the tears threatening to fall, but I still could. He took a step to the side, his expression hardening as his eyes searched my face for any hints of doubt, and when he saw none- “Then go.” Rex gestured towards the road. “Go.” his voice came out a ragged and pained whisper.

I felt myself float above the ground, my feet hovering just above it, a nervous habit. A habit I usually did when I was upset or angry, trying to detach myself from reality, from humanity. “... Rex-” I tried to speak, but he cut me off. “No.” He spoke firmly, his body tense and rigid. “You said you’re done, so go.”

He’s trying to be strong, but it was tearing through him. His eyes stinging as he held back the tears. I stared at him for a moment longer, my bottom lip trembling as I hung my head low once more. “... I’m sorry.” My voice broke, my hands trembling as I floated past him out towards the road.

Rex watched me go, my sob ripping through his heart, making the ache more painful. He wanted to chase after me, but his feet stayed planted as he watched my figure slowly vanish from sight, the dam finally broke and his tears began falling, blending in with the rain as it streamed down his face.

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Viviane.

I soared through space for a little bit, the tears streaming down my face freezing and breaking off as I flew, the atmosphere didn’t affect me though. Perks of being a cosmic demigod I guess.

Finally I landed down on Thagrea, a planet like Earth- Just made specifically for demigods and their children. Two people lived on this planet I actually knew, the only two people on this planet I trust.

I’d knock on a door and wait for either Mason or Xander to answer, they were my cousins, on my divine side at least. Their father, Ither, god of dreams and nightmares, was the brother to my mother, Dancia. It’s all sort of complicated.

After a moment, the door swung open, a tall and dark skinned man held a sword out at me with a stern look, but it faltered when his eyes laid on me. “... Viviane? What- What are you doing here?” He slowly lowered his sword, his eyes scanning past me and around the neighborhood as if he was expecting someone else to be with me.

“Xander I… I-I messed up, really bad.” My voice trembled, as much as I wanted to suppress my tears and broken voice I couldn't. Xander’s features softened as he set his sword off to the side and ushered me in. “Come in, come in. It’s alright. Tell me what happened.”

I sat on the couch and covered my face with my hands, letting out a sob. “I can’t do it. I can’t help Earth anymore, the one thing my mother made me do, and I can't. I ruined- I ruined the o-one good human relationship too, i think. I… I love him… And I just… Ran away. But I can't go back, and he won’t give up. He never knows when to quit!” I cried. Xander sat beside me, rubbing my back gently just as his twin, Mason stepped inside.

“It’s okay…” Xander murmured, flashing a nervous glance to Mason. “This… Guy you ran away from, does he know you love him?” Xander asked hesitantly, I leaned into his hand and shrugged. “I-I don’t know…”

“Does… Does he know what you are?” Mason finally spoke up, his arms crossing over his chest. “... No. I never told anyone, the only one who knows is my father, and Cecil to an extent.” I sighed and wiped away my tears.

“...Bitch what DOES he know?!”

“Mason!” Xander looked at Mason with a bewildered expression. “What!? This guy has a right to know he’s dating a demigod, okay!” Mason threw his hands up in the air, in dramatic fashion as usual. “I wouldn’t want to date one of us, not knowing what we are or what we’re capable of!”

“Yeah well that’s not helping her current mood, asshole-” I cut Xander up, waving my hand in the air. “No… He’s right. I haven’t been truthful at all about what I am, about my origins… It’s too late now though, he probably doesn’t want to see me ever again.”

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jessicafangirl · 8 months ago

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The Second Chapter Of My Ghost Fic

Yes, I updated! And it's a longish one. I hope you like my version of Copia. He's fun to write for. I may or may not have added a few bits of what I've caught of Tobias's personality and likes here. You've been warned. Other things I've just decided "Yeah, that's totally Copia."

I made the Ghouls a little different here. There's supernatural stuff happening. Just a bit of it in this chapter hinting that things are not of the usual variety at this location of the Ministry.

You can also read this here at Archive Of Our Own

Chapter 2

Jen sat up with a gasp, blue eyes wide as saucers. She didn’t know where she was and the last thing she remembered was passing out in a satanic church. Reality came barreling to her as she realized everything had really happened and it wasn’t a bad dream. This was brought even more home when she turned and saw a black clad figure with a silver devil mask on their face sitting in a chair nearby her reading a copy of Metal Edge Magazine with their legs crossed. Okay…maybe it could still be a dream.

She couldn’t stop the yelp that came from her lips. But apparently the….man? wasn’t too terribly shocked to see her awake or what her reaction was to seeing them. If that was how they dressed all the time, it was probably the norm. Jen realized this was one of the band members…the ghouls. The Nameless Ghouls. They walked around like that all the time? The figure stood and headed over to the bed Jen found herself on. She had no idea where she was now, but the room was dark other than the small table lamp the silver masked figure was reading by and a fireplace that was burning over in a corner. The figure held up their hands as if to say they weren’t there to harm her as they came to a stop near the bed. Jen didn’t know what to really do here and found herself gripping the silky comforter that had been covering her nervously as the ghoul placed a palm against her forehead. After a moment they reached down and felt her wrist and glanced at a watch on their left arm. Jen realized they were checking her vitals…this was just bizarre.

“Uh…am I still…in the church?” she finally asked.

The ghoul nodded then grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to her. Jen looked down at it curiously and decided if there was anything nefarious, they were attempting they had plenty of opportunity while she was unconscious. She took a drink and wound up glugging down the entire glass.

While she’d been drinking the water, her nurse, for want of a better term, went to the door of the room and opened it, letting in a subdued light from the other side. Jennifer heard a voice that was familiar and a noise that was like soft rumbling static. She placed her water glass on the table just as Copia Emeritus walked into the room.

Instead of the robes he’d been wearing when she’d first met him, he’d changed into less formal attire. He still had his face paints but was wearing form fitting black pants and a black button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up still with his gloves. He quickly made his way to stand next to the bed. “Ah signorina, I am so glad you are awake.” He said gently, not wanting to frighten her.

Jen gave him a weak smile, still out of sorts. “I…thank you for…helping me.” She said, then glanced around. “Uh…the…uhm…nurse said I was still at the church?”

Copia’s eyes widened in surprise. “They spoke to you?”

“No, just nodded.” She answered.

“Ah,” He smiled again. “Si, si, you are still here in the church.” He gestured around the room. “This is one of the apartments for visitors and clergy.”

Jen nodded then asked “Uh, how did I get here?”

“Eh, well…” The Papa glanced away for a moment then turned back to her. “How much do you remember cara?”

She chewed her lower lip. “I…think I fainted. Before that it was a blur…running…hiding…” here she paused, taking a breath “and blood.”

Copia’s mismatched eyes were kind as they watched the expressions cross her face. He gestured to the mattress “May I?”

Jen nodded and he sat down next to her. “Cara, you did faint. I believe you had a…attacco di panico…uh…a panic attack, si?” He reached out very slowly and touched her hand where it lay on the mattress. “After what you described to me no one could blame you for it. We brought you here to rest.”

She glanced away towards the fireplace. “So all of it really happened. It wasn’t just some sort of nightmare or…I’m not laying in the woods somewhere slowly dying from exposure.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

Copia winced at the words and her tone. She sounded as though dying of exposure would be preferable. “Dolce ragazza, you are safe here.” He squeezed her hand lightly. “What you’ve witnessed is horrible, what you went through was too. But you are safe here.”

She turned back to him with a sad smile. “Thank you, Papa, but…”

He shook his head. “Copia.” He said gently. “You do not have to use my title Jennifer.”

He remembered her name which was surprising. “Copia,” she started over, “Thank you for everything you have done. But I need to get out of here. It’s bad enough they followed me. I can’t drag you more into this.”

Copia’s brows narrowed. “Jennfier, no matter what you may have heard or think of us, we’re a place of sanctuary. You are in need of it.” His voice was still gentle but held a weight. “That’s what we are here for.”

Jen sighed and out of instinct squeezed his gloved fingers. “You’ve done more than you needed to. And I think you’ve got a great band actually and you do a lot for people besides me. But I…I just need to go to the police I think and figure this out.”

Copia looked surprised for a moment and gave her another smile, trying to add a little levity. “Ah, so Kiss isn’t the only band you enjoy, eh?”

She shook her head. “You do in fact rock hard Papa.” Jen gave his hand another squeeze. She saw him about to say she didn’t need to use his title, but she cut him off. “You’ve done too much already. I’m sorry I dragged you into this at all.” Jen moved the blanket off her legs and scooted out of the bed on the other side. She realized her shoes had been taken off at some point.

Jen turned back to Copia who was watching her with an odd look on his face. “Uhm…I need to find my shoes.”

The Papa nodded, “Si, si…” He stood up and headed to the door, opening it. “Your things are out here.”

She stood and walked in her socked feet into the next room while Copia held the door open for her. The next room was a small living area with a tiny kitchenette. On the two-seater sofa sat her bag and on the floor her sneakers, looking worse for wear after clambering up a hill side in the dark. Jen turned to Copia “Thank you.” She said again and headed over to the couch to pull on her shoes.

Copia for his part watched her worriedly. The Ghost Project had been to this location a time or two before. Right then they were on a break from touring and as Papa he was focusing on his other church duties. He and the Ghouls had moved in for the time being. No rest really for the wicked as the saying went. But from what he knew of the town the church itself was only tolerated because it brought in income. The local police…weren’t the best. Basically, the church was left alone because they made a hefty donation every year. He was concerned about this fellow fan of Kiss and apparently a fan of his own band. Not only that but he was at heart a Papa, once a Cardinal. His job was to help his flock, be there for those that needed him. And he somehow knew she was alone in this. One tip off was the fact she hadn’t immediately called someone else, family or a friend…or a significant other, to let them know she was okay. That would be a typical reaction. But not here.

He pursed his lips in thought as he watched her do up her shoes. “Cara, would you allow me to make a suggestion?” Copia asked, walking over to stand beside the couch.

Jen looked up at him, tying the last lace in place. “Sure?”

The Papa folded his gloved fingers together. “I would ask that you stay here at least for a night or two.” He saw her start to protest and he lifted a hand. “Un momento, per favore.” She bit her lip but waited for him to continue. “We obviously have the space si? But also…I want to make some quiet inquiries into what you witnessed. If anything has been reported as well as the men that were looking for you.”

“Copia…” Jen didn’t want him digging into this any deeper. He was way too kind for his own good and she didn’t want to be responsible for something happening to this ethereal rock god devil pope. I mean…that’s what he was right?

He sat down beside her, lowering his gaze at her in a way that had quieted many a disobedient sibling of sin over the last few years. When he worked up the glower power as he’d called it, people usually listened to him. “Jennifer, do you have anyone to help you right now I can call?”

Well…that…made her wince. No, she really didn’t. That’s what happened when you decided you were over the toxic that was your crazy family. Her life over the last few years had been chaos and heartbreak and she was looking into the barrel of middle age alone. Jen sighed, shaking her head. “No.” She admitted softly.

Copia could hear it in her voice. It was fragile and the fear was there along with the sadness. He’d help her and perhaps learn why she was alone in this, and it would seem the world. He knew all about feeling that way. But he could fix that as well. “You’re not alone sorella.” He gave her another smile, the white paints of his face showing the thin lines that were on either side of his lips. “Let us help you. Let me help you, si?” He touched her hand where it lay on the couch, the leather of his gloves warm.

Jen gazed back at him for a heartbeat. He had a skull painted on his face and an eye that didn’t belong in nature. But he wasn’t scary in the least right then. He also wasn’t air humping his mic stand either which suddenly popped into her head. No brain…you do not think about that right now. Good god…

He wanted to help her, and she believed him. And who else did she have? Maybe a priest of the dark side was a good option for a woman on the run from bloodthirsty killers? She’d always had a thing for horror movies and monsters…and look now her life was one. What fun…at least the demonic entity was a nice one in her movie.

“I…okay…if…is this going to be alright for everybody?” She asked him finally.

Copia nodded, happy she was accepting his offer of help. “Si, si, everything will be okie dokie.” He stood and clapped his hands together. “You can stay here of course. I’m just down the hall if you need anything. You’ll…uh…notice the sign on the door.”

Jen couldn’t help but grin at his okie dokie. Some scary devil dude. He had a knack for making her forget what a clusterfuck she was in. He glanced around the room. “TV is there, kitchen is there, washroom is back in through the bedroom.” Copia glanced down at her clothes and gave a nervous quirk to his lips. “We also have a laundry as well.”

She glanced down at her still dirt covered jeans and hoodie. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She stood up and pulled open her bag, taking out her Switch and placing it on the coffee table. She noticed Copia looking at the Nintendo logo on the case with an almost predatory gleam in his eye as she pulled out a new pair of jeans and a Bela Lugosi’s Dead t-shirt. “Are you a gamer?” She asked him wondering if she should leave him a moment alone to ogle the console.

Copia shook himself from a stupor. He let out a little chuckle. “Hehe, si, I guess you could say that.”

Jennifer grinned in surprise. “What do you like to play?” She asked while pulling her toiletry bag out.

“Oh this and that…I…haven’t played what this is though.” He gestured to the case.

“Really? You haven’t played a Switch?” She turned back to him.

“No.” He turned and gave another nervous laugh. “I’ve heard of it, si. But church business etc.….I haven’t had time to upgrade.”

Jen nodded. She could imagine he didn’t get a lot of free time. “Well, if I’m here for a couple nights then we should team up or beat up on this bad boy. I’ve got a second controller.” She dug into her bag and pulled out a spare Zelda themed one and handed it to him.

Copia’s eyes widened like a kids on Christmas. “Satanus…the tri-force.” He breathed out in awe.

She laughed. “Yeppers. Oh if you haven’t seen Breath of the Wild you’ll probably need to sit down for that one.”

He grinned. “I may have to take you up on that offer signorina.” Copia placed the glorious controller on the coffee table. “Ah, are you hungry?” He asked her. “When did you last eat?”

Jen couldn’t actually remember when she’d last eaten. She didn’t know if she could actually eat right then with everything that had happened. Mostly she just wanted to take a shower and see if she could even sleep. “It’s…it’s okay I’m not hungry.” She gave a nervous chuckle as she picked up her clothes. “I can stand to skip a meal or two anyway.”

The Papa’s eyes narrowed again, not happy with her answer for a couple of reasons. “Food is important cara. You need your strength, and I won’t have you go hungry while you are our guest.”

“Really, it’s fine.” She told him.

Glower power activated, Copia crossed his arms over his chest and raised a painted brow. “Si, it is very fine food. And I will take no refusal. Tonight the kitchen made a fettuccini carbonara that would make the devil weep. I’ll have some brought up to you.”

Jen felt a bit cowered by that look and the thought of bacon in cream sauce and pasta literally made by Satan’s church was pretty intriguing. “Thank you, it sounds heav…” She realized where she was. “Hellaciously good.”

Copia’s lips quirked up deactivating the glower. “Prego.” He gave her a little bow. “I will leave you to get comfortable. Again, I’m just down the hall if you need anything.”

“I’ll look for the sign.” She replied.

“Bene.” He nodded, gave her a wink, and then headed out of the room.

Jen stood there for a minute holding her clean clothes. “What did the satanist do to you child? They forced me to eat good pasta and get clean.” She said aloud, a dazed expression on her face. Shaking her head she walked through the bedroom and found the bathroom. It wasn’t massive but had one of those white, old-fashioned claw-footed tubs and showers she’d dreamed of having her whole life. The tile was a mix of blue, gold, and white, with a decent sized sink and counter. The walls were decorated with more tile but with patterns of gold tile within the blue. A large stand of thick, fluffy towels and washcloths sat next to the sink.

“Good lord, they have a bidet.” She said to herself. The devil demanded a clean bum of his followers. Jen grinned at the thought. Closing the door she turned on the shower. After scrubbing herself raw she towel dried her hair, thankful for the fact it was short and dried quickly. She felt a bit better after getting clean. She put her clothes and towels in the hamper she saw in the room. Dressed in jeans and her Bauhaus shirt she walked out to the living room to find someone had brought her dinner.

Sitting on the small table next to the kitchenette was a steaming and delicious smelling plate of pasta and next to it a carafe of ice water, a bottle of wine with a glass and a small basket with some Italian bread and butter. “You guys don’t mess around.” She thought. Jen sat down at the table and grabbed the silver wear and noticed there was even a slice of what looked like chocolate cake on a small saucer.

She dug in and nearly swooned at the first bite of the carbonara. It made sense with the head of the clergy being Italian and all that that it would be good but…this was how you seduced people to the dark side. All of it was delicious. Jen looked down and realized she’d eaten everything that had been brought to her. The bread tasted fresh, the butter too. After drinking down another glass of water she looked at the wine bottle. She wasn’t really a wine drinker and remembered the last time she’d decided to rip into a bottle she had a migraine the next day. Maybe not drink a whole bottle alone. She poured a little bit into the glass and took a sip. It was actually good too. Slightly sweet with a bit of…spice? She poured a little more and walked over to the couch and slumped down.

This wasn’t how she saw her night or her life going. In the grand scheme of her cluster of a life she supposed the scales were now way heavier in the “this is the worst thing to happen to you” side. Jen let out a heavy sigh and swigged down the rest of her glass. She looked at the bottle that was taunting her to drink it all down to just stop thinking. That wouldn’t do anyone any good and she’d learned that didn’t help anything ever. It just gave her a headache and made you feel like hell the next day.

Her head fell back on the couch, and she stared up at the white ceiling. Sleep…let’s try sleeping. She traded out her jeans for her blue plaid pajama pants and padded back to the bedroom. She knew this was probably a futile effort, but she was going to try. Jen kept the door open to the living area and the light on, turning off the bedroom light. This made her feel a little more secure. Yes she was 6 years old.

The bed was surprisingly comfy, and the sheets and comforter felt really nice. The wine she’d drank was giving her just the littlest buzz. Her blue eyes stared towards the fireplace that was still burning in the room, giving it a little bit of a glow. She tried to breathe deeply and relax. That was really hard all things considered but eventually she felt herself grow drowsy. She closed her eyes and found herself fading into sleep.

But her subconscious wasn’t going to let it be that easy. She watched it all over again, feeling the cold of the night air hit her and this time some of the blood splattered into her face. God, she could smell the burning coppery tinge of it. She ran through a forest that didn’t end. Just running and running. She could hear them chasing her and the trees never stopped. Jen felt herself fall, felt hands grabbing her from the ground. She turned, frantic as they held her in place and running towards her were the two killers. “You deserve it you little bitch.” A voice said from the distance, the words bitter, the sound hoarse and hateful. Jen turned and saw her mother standing there on a hill side, clad in a nightgown, her dark eyes shining with hate and spite. “You’re a disgrace.” She said and spat at her. The hands, clawed and withered, pulled at her again, dragging her down at last, the dirt falling in around her and sucking her in. She could feel it in her throat, coating her eyes, plugging up her nose until she couldn’t scream anymore.

Jen sat up with a strangled yelp, her legs twisted in the blankets. She looked around in the now darker room the sound of her mom’s voice ringing in her ears along with the sounds of the killers footsteps crunching in the leaves. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, running her shaking fingers through her hair. The fireplace was only embers at this point. She glanced at the clock next to the bed. She’d been asleep a whole two hours. Jen let out a heavy sigh and fell back onto the pillow. She wasn’t sleeping again tonight. That had been a horrible idea.

She sat up and pulled her legs from the tumult of blankets. It was 1AM. “Ugh…fuck.” She muttered and stood up, shambling into the living area. She wondered if Copia was still awake then as she walked over to her gaming system. She probably shouldn’t bother him. She didn’t know him that well and it was the middle of the night. He’s got a whole ministry of Lucifer to run plus he’s a rock star dumbass. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at that Nintendo Switch like he wanted to have babies with it. Hmmmm. Jen looked over at the still pretty full bottle of wine. Hmmmm…

Sure this was a total normal thing to do. Go see if the devil priest wanted to drink and play video games. In the realm of her life that wasn’t the craziest thing at the moment. Copia seemed friendly and nice. He also had great hair and she’d seen those pants he used to wear…and the ones he currently wears. STOP THAT. Jesus brain…just stop that. Jen blamed it on stress and shook the thoughts from her head.

She grabbed the console and second controller and then snagged the bottle off the counter. “I’m just down the hall” he’d said. Cautiously Jen peered out the front door of her room. It was a long hallway with doorways intermittently along it. It was dimly lit by electric lights in sconces along the walls which were painted in a rich deep red. The floors looked to be hard wood and were also a dark color. She licked her lips, nervous. No one was about which made sense with it being so late. But she didn’t know the hours that Satanist worked. She took a deep breath and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Look for the sign he’d said. Barefoot, Jen headed towards the right and after walking past a few doors saw the hallway came to an end with one single door facing her and next to it a black carved sign embedded in the wall that said “Papa’s Suite” with what looked like the upside-down cross insignia of the church and the band. Well that was pretty specific.

Jen glanced down and noticed there was light peeking through the bottom of the door. That could mean anything. He may be sleeping…like normal people would be. She chewed on her lower lip…god this was dumb. Jen realized even though she was used to being alone she really didn’t want to be right now. Papa Copia had been kind and somehow, he made her feel safe because he was familiar thanks to having watched the videos and having listened to his music. The nightmare had her on edge. Playing video games with a possible friend would be a welcome respite.

Tentatively she knocked very lightly on the door. It was barely a knock. She winced when she did it. Hey guy I’ve never met before tonight want to play Mario Cart? Ugh.. No, go back to your room dumbass. Jen’s shoulders slumped and she turned from the door to drag herself back to her room.

“Cara?” she heard from behind her and her eyes widened.

Jen turned back and found Copia with the door opened looking at her in concern and surprise. He was dressed in a pair of red sweats and a black Metallica shirt. But what threw her was the fact his skull paint was gone. Instead he had just some dark makeup around his eyes and his upper lip. His salt and pepper hair was slightly mussed. The sounds that could only be Bruce Lee kicking ass and taking names were coming from somewhere in the room behind him.

“Uh…hey…” Jen said, giving a nervous smile. “Uhm…”

Copia saw the dark circles under her eyes. “Trouble sleeping?” He asked her gently.

She shook her head yes. “Yeah… I didn’t mean to bother you honestly.” Jen looked down and felt guilty.

“I have trouble sleeping too, especially after a tour…so many time zones.” He nodded. The Papa’s eyes grow more concerned. “Although I think you are awake for a different reason, no?”

Jen glanced away from the green and white of his gaze. “Sleep was a bad idea.” She muttered.

He shook his head. “I am sorry cara…” He realized he was making her wait outside like an uncouth bastardo. “Oh, I’m a horrible Papa. Please, please come in.” He held the door open for her and gestured her inside.

Jen walked into the Papa’s Suite and found a mix of the expected and unexpected greeting her. The living room was large with a lot of dark wood and some beautiful antiques. There were some paintings on the walls, mostly scenes from what looked straight out of Dante’s Inferno, and a large set of windows with heavy drapes and what looked like giant glass doors leading to a balcony. A bigger kitchen was on one side and a far bigger fireplace crackled along another wall. But there were obvious signs that Copia was the one in residence. One section of the room held three large shelves of VHS tapes and DVD’s. Next to those shelves were three more filled to the brim with vinyl records. On another wall in front of a plush couch was a flat screen television with an entertainment center beneath it. It contained a VCR, DVD player and…was that an NES? Jen cocked her head. Hiding next to the NES was a Playstation2 and an N64. He really hadn’t upgraded in a while.

Stepping in further she noticed one wall that was all Copia. There were a couple of gold records hanging there. Next to those were what appeared to be drawings of the band and Copia by children or younger fans. He’d had them framed. There were one or two framed pictures of Copia standing with an older woman and what looked like Metallica, the other with a group of the silver masked Ghouls who made up the rest of the band. Copia was beaming. There were some framed concert posters as well, one with the Papa in full on bat wing caped glory.

Jen glanced at the TV screen and recognized the film immediately. “Oh The Big Boss.” She said grinning.

Copia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Si! Are you a Bruce Lee fan cara?”

She nodded. “I used to watch these all the time on the local indie station. Kung Fu Theater.” She laughed. “Many a Saturday afternoon was Bruce Lee and cereal.”

The Papa grinned. “That sounds like paradise.”

Jen nodded. “It was.” She held out the wine bottle. “By the way, uh…I brought this if you’d like some. I can’t drink a whole bottle or I’d collapse.”

Copia took it from her, studying the label. “Ah, bene, they brought you the one I chose.”

“Oh you didn’t have to, but it was really tasty.” She told him.

He gestured with his still gloved hand. “Wine and pasta belong together cara. While I spread the word of sin, not having a good vintage with your food is not the kind we would ever do.”

She laughed and nodded. “Understood. I see you actually do have boundaries.”

Copia’s eyes caught hers and he nodded. “Boundaries within reason tesero.” He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the holder installed under the cabinets. He poured each half full.

“I brought over the Switch too if you wanted to play it.” She realized he may have been meaning to go to bed though. “I mean, if you want, I can leave it here and you can try it out.”

He turned holding the glasses with a slightly confused expression. “I thought we were going to, how did you say it, “beat down” together?”

Jen found herself trying not to blush at that. Christ…stop…putting…the…image…of the pants…in my head…brain. She nodded. “Yes, I did say that. But if you’re going to bed or I’m…bothering you I can just leave it here for you.” She placed the case and controller on the coffee table that already contained some magazines and she noticed comic books.

He shook his head. “Oh, I’m still wide awake and you could never bother me. Here cara.” He handed her a glass and gestured to the couch. “Please sit.”

Jen settled on the couch, which was probably one of the comfiest things she’d ever sat on in her life. It probably cost more than her car. Copia took a seat on the other end and turned a bit to face her, taking a sip of his wine.

“Delizioso.” He held the glass’s stem carefully and looked at her. “Jennifer if you wish to talk about anything with me you are always welcome. I want you to know that. Perhaps sharing your fears can help keep them from your dreams, si?”

She cradled her glass, staring down into the red liquid. It was reminding her too much of the blood to drink it right then. “Thank you again Papa but I…I think it might be better just to try to forget everything right now.”

He reached over and patted her shoulder. “I understand cara. But as I said, I’m Copia for you, si?” He gestured at his clothes and differently made-up face. “Especially right now, you’re getting the dressed down version.” He smiled at her.

Jen laughed, liking the way his eyes crinkled up with the black ringing them. It made the color of his green one even more pronounced and the white nearly glowed. “Even dressed down you are styling.” She replied.

‘Ah, grazie.” Copia felt a tiny bit of heat on his cheeks and covered it with a sip of wine. He placed the glass on the coffee table, his eyes alighting on the Zelda controller. “What do you suggest for a first game il mio adorabile amico?”

Jennifer raised a brow as she reached for the game case. Had he just called her adorable? Maybe that white eye did mean he was half blind. She opened the case and pulled out the game card holder. “Well judging by the way you’ve been ogling that Zelda controller I’m thinking Zelda would be the way to go.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “Hehe…I’m…not that subtle.”

She grinned. “Subtle is overrated.” Jen found the game in its slot. “Let’s hook it up and I’ll show you an all new and improved Link.”

Copia helped her with the TV as she didn’t want to break anything and they quickly got the console hooked up. He was still impressed by how small everything was and portable. Soon she had him logged in and the game started. She explained it was single player and she’d be happy to just watch and teach him. Pretty soon Copia was running around Hyrule and cursing up a storm when he’d run out of steam while climbing. Jen gave him some tips here and there. But he seemed to catch on pretty quick. Two glasses of wine each later and they were trading the controller back and forth trying to defeat one of the more difficult monsters.

“Cazzo!! Link you debole stronzo.” Copia’s head fell back on the couch groaning in defeat, the controller falling to his side. Even Jen realized he’d just cussed out one of Nintendo’s most beloved characters.

“I would say you need a drink, but I think we finished the bottle” Jen giggled and realized…yeah, they definitely finished the bottle. And the other bottle Copia had had sitting on the counter in his kitchen.

“I’ve brought dishonor on the Emeritus name.” He dramatically held his arm over his eyes.

“I thought it was Link’s fault.” She added, tossing a potato chip in her mouth from the bag they’d snagged from his pantry.

“Si, and I am Link…the weakling, bringer of sorrow and the destruction of Hyrule.” Copia sighed as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Dude, it was your first time, and you did great. Give yourself some respect.” She punched his arm lightly.

Copia sat up and looked over at her. “I need more wine to deal with this injustice to my ego.” He blinked owlishly.

“Well that might be difficult…we drank it all.” Jen tipped the bottle showing it was completely drained.

He looked confused for a moment then brightened as if remembering something. “Ah! I’m Papa! I have the key to the wine cellar!”

“This is going to end badly isn’t it?” She asked him.

“Possibly but it will be fun.” He held up a finger and grinned.

It was at that moment that the mantle clock that sat above the fireplace decided to chime out the time. 5 am. Good lord they’d been up nearly all night. Jen glanced over at Copia. “Maybe we should rain check that. I’ve kept you up all night…I’m so sorry.” She felt awful.

Copia shook his head. “No no no…that little pointy eared bastardo should be saying he’s sorry.” He made a familiar gesture to the TV.

Jen laughed, not able to help it. “I think we might be a little drunk.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Forse…it is a little whirly in here.” He glanced around the room then turned back to her and took her hand in his. “But you do not apologize cara. This was fun. I haven’t had fun in a while, and I hope it helped take your thoughts from the dark.”

Jen smiled, trying not to think about how warm his hand was. God damn it wine brain…you stop. “It was fun, and it did. Thank you Copia.” He really was a sweetheart for a devil priest.

Copia lifted her hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “You are welcome cara.”

She managed not to giggle like a school girl but only just. Holy Gomez Addams. Do not be an idiot. Just get out and go to bed while there’s still nighttime. Do not be an idiot. He does that to strangers every freaking show multiple times and…don’t be an idiot.

“I’ll leave it here with you.” She gestured to the controller. “You can attempt to regain your honor.”

Copia realized she was actually going to leave. And she did have a point…he had work to do in the morning and also needed to start digging for information on her situation. But he was really enjoying himself. Well, there was always that night. “Si, si…” he said letting go of her fingers after a moment. “We should continue our quest over dinner this evening.”

Jennifer’s lips parted in surprise. “That sounds great.”

“We can eat here and maybe I’ll have news regarding the…uh…predicament.” Copia’s lips frowned slightly. He rather wished he could forget about the terrible thing that had brought her here.

She nodded, not letting the feeling of dread try to take away from the fact she was actually enjoying her time hanging out with the rock star. “Maybe I can obliterate you at Mario Cart.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Copia cocked a brow. “You think you can defeat me at my Italian brethren’s own realm dea del giocatore?”

Jen laughed. “I have no literal idea what you just said.”

“Si, even more evidence you will…as they say…be going down.” Copia had spent more hours playing Mario Cart than possibly he had at a pulpit…much to Sisters consternation. He looked more than a little smug.

Jen was not intimidated, dark eye glare or no. “You are on, scary devil priest man.” She replied cocking her own brow and crossing her arms.

“Don’t you forget it signorina.” Copia replied with what he hoped was an intimidating look which he couldn’t hold long before he grinned. “Winner gets to pick the movie.”

The little glare thing he just did distracted her addled brain. She guessed he was trying to look like a scary devil priest man…and…that didn’t have the effect on her it would have on other people. Jen shook that train of thought out of her wine brain. “There’s a movie too?” She asked, clearing her throat.

“Si, I’d say you’ve earned a movie night.” He replied. “But after I obliterate you at Mario Cart of course.”

Her gamer ego was riled. “Oh, of course…” She smirked at him.

With that she stood up, stretching after sitting for so long and then wobbled a bit on her feet. “Ooof, I think the wine just really hit.”

Copia got to his feet and realized he wasn’t much more coordinated. “I think you might be right cara.” He gestured to the door. “I’ll walk you to your room while I’m still able.”

With it still being so early, Jen and Copia didn’t really talk on the short walk to her room. Thanks to the quiet though she could hear the beginnings of the day start downstairs in the ministry.

“The cooks are preparing breakfast.” Copia whispered to her. “You’ll probably sleep through it which I hope is the case. But it’s just as good as the pasta we had for dinner.”

They came to her door and Jen turned back to the Papa who stood oddly at attention, heels close together. They were the same height, which had surprised her. He seemed taller on stage, or maybe it was the hat, but Jen thought it was just his presence. He drew you in.

“I keep thanking you.” She said quietly. “But I don’t think I can enough. This was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off, well, everything.” She felt tears pricking her eyes and she blinked, trying to keep it from showing. She really needed to be more of an emotional wreck than she was, just peachy.

Copia gave her a slight bow. “It was my pleasure, Jennifer. No need to thank me.” He reached out and took her hand once more. “If you wish to repay me do so in getting some rest.” He placed another kiss on her knuckles, giving her fingers a light squeeze.

Jen blamed the wine again, it was totally not the gallant, courtly gestures and the way he rolled the R at the end of her name that made her flush like Rudolph’s nose. “I promise to conk hard.” She told him.

The Papa released her hand after another moment, giving her another smile. “Perfetto. But don’t conk too hard, you may hurt your head.”

She laughed as she opened her door. “Good night…good morning Copia.” She said over her shoulder with a little wave and closed her door.

Copia stood in the hallway, his eyes on the door where she had just stood. He had a wistful smile on his lips. He took a deep breath, already smelling the aroma of the freshly brewing coffee coming from downstairs. He turned and headed back to his rooms.

He had time to get a nap before the day really began. And he had a lot to do that day. Meetings with the upper clergy of course…as always. A couple of interviews for the rock and metal press. And he needed to start the hunt for the men who were on their own hunt for his new friend.

Copia didn’t have many in the world he could call friend. The Ghouls of course but they were Ghouls and literally tied to his damned soul. And so when he found someone that he considered a friend, Copia Emeritus would move heaven and even hell for them. And if that person were in trouble or someone was trying to hurt them…oh…well…there was a side that would come out of the Papa many didn’t get to see. And typically you didn’t want to see it, much less be the target of it. The men who had dared come into his church and who were a threat to Jennifer were about to find that out the hard way.

#ghost #the band ghost #fanfic #ghost fic #cardinal copia #papa copia #copia #copia/original female character #papa emeritus iv #this is my crack #my cope pope #nice satanist

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prismkat · 29 days ago

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⭐️any fic!⭐️

WHEW I forgot what the specific ask game for this said but I felt bad leaving this in the ask box so I figured as I continue the next SYB chapter (starting with rereading the fic for consistency) I’ll just highlight some points that I had secret meanings for when writing or whatever

Um read more for spoilers I guess if you feel like sticking to your own interpretations then you’re free to do that but this is just a chapter by chapter (not rlly) list of my own intentions

Also sorry if the chapters r inaccurate I kept forgetting to title what chapter was what

(Update from future prism: this is long)

Chapter one: oogly boogly or whatever

“Dee walked down a street, one she didn’t recognise, calling out her brother’s name. She didn’t remember where she was, or how she got here, or where anyone was. She assumed she must have gotten separated from her brother at some point, but when everywhere she walked looked the same, she couldn’t turn back and wait for him wherever she had lost him.

“Peter?” She called out her other brother’s name, beginning to feel scared. The road was almost pitch black, illuminated only by street lamps that were spaced out evenly, metres away from each other.”

This was based off of memory lane from omori!! This was a later bit actually where in the very original concept of the fic (like when it was meant to be a somewhat long one-shot before I realised that wasn’t going to work) where she actually did figure out the truth through a memory lane type deal. I scrapped it, but reused here because I didn’t know what to do with it

“She thought today was just going to be another day of watching the clock and counting down until it was time to go to bed so she could wake up and spend another day doing the exact same thing. However, when she woke up, she had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.”

No tidbits here, but I thought I’d bring attention to this.

Chapter two

“In her dreams when she saw Jack again, she would run up to him and tackle him in a hug, and they would sit down, and she would tell him everything he missed. All about her friends at school, what they would learn, the games she would play, and she would ask when he was coming back every single time.”

The Jack in her dreams was the real deal btw. I mean, that was my intention when writing it, and as far as I recall I never developed any lore that would require it to be retconned, so, yep, not sure if anyone realised this but that was totally him.

Oh yeah I’m also not going to highlight a specific line for this but Caroline’s accent in the fic is a Yorkshire accent, her entire character is based off of my own aunt so I thought it would be fun to give her one (+ I just felt she read a bit boring without it. Idk why)

Chapter five

“After they had finished washing up, Dee was ready to interview Peter, but he stopped to answer the phone. That left her and Caroline.”

This scene came before I had settled on Arcade’s existence! originally, i had in mind it was Henry calling. His intentions were dark, and I don’t think it would’ve been ooc for him in this fic, but he was originally seeing who was home so he could kill Dee because he just couldn’t have gotten away with it if William was around. I ended up changing it. I feel like arcade’s existence generally makes more sense, especially with the phone symbolism. Why? Shrugs

““Something felt off that day. I had a strong urge to call you two and make sure you were okay but I had slept in and had to get to work. I figured I was just being paranoid and that you guys would be fine… I don’t really want to think about what things could be like right now if I’d just risked being a little late to work.””

I felt I should also draw your attention to this. No particular reason

Chapter six

“”Happy Birthday, Dee!” It said, glitching slightly, but she still recognised who’s voice that was and gasped. “I can’t believe you’re six-years-old now, you’re growing up so fast! I hope it’s the best birthday you’ve ever had, and uhh, remember that I love you very, very much.” The audio glitched more the closer it got to the end, but she was thankful that after so long of not being used she could still make out clearly what he was saying.”

I hate this bit for how awkward it is, to be honest. But every time I’m itching to retcon it, I just think about how stupidly in character it is. Because like what are you actually meant to say on a birthday message. I’d have fucked up too

Chapter seven (aka explaining the symbolism in the trivial pursuit scene)

first things first ! Chapter was very much based on my absolutely hectic triv games with my own family. I hate it and love it at the same time. hence the chaotic energy. Though the cat never saved us like sparky did for Dee and Peter

“”Caroline reached for a card, reading it out. “In Greek Mythology, which flower sprouted from Hyacinthus’ spilled blood?””

a lot of people had deeper interpretations for this, and while I loved reading them, the truth was that purple hyacinths are associated with regret and sorrow. The reason this question was assigned to Peter was because he still very much blames himself over what happened to jack, regardless of if he killed himself or not. He’s never quite gotten over how he didn’t trust his gut and didn’t call that day.

“”What is the name of the deuteragonist of Richard Adams’ 1972 novel Watership Down? ””

said deuteragonist is Fiver, the main character’s brother. He has something in common with Jack, though it’s not the exact same. I won’t share. Go read the synopsis and you’ll see what I mean (/lh)

“Who is the author of the original Frankenstein novel?” Dee read out, flipping the card over to read the answer.”

Frankenstein’s monster. Jack. Need I say more?

“Another one about Greek Mythology?” He said. “Which creature from Greek Mythology is commonly pictured as a lion with a goat’s head protruding from its back and a tail ending in a snake head?”

Hahahaa… arcade’s real name….. ahahahaah

“He stared at her with beady eyes and she suddenly felt a sense of impending doom wash over her. “Do you want food?””

No comment.

“In her half conscious state, she could almost hear the phone ringing downstairs as she drifted back to sleep.”

I’m sure everyone gathered but the puppet in the dream was totally arcade and not jack, hence why the phone rung

Chapter eight

“”Aah! My face is being eaten a lot!””

gravity falls reference.

“She assumed it was probably Peter and Caroline checking in, or a friend calling. However, Sparky instantly stood up and began growling at the phone, hackles raised. “Woah, calm down.” Dee reassured him. “It’s just a phone! You hear it, like, all the time.””

Sparky’s violent reactions to the phone call is somewhat of a sixth sense thing. He can sense that they’re supernatural in nature, and though he doesn’t know who’s calling or why, he’s naturally on guard.

“Dee crossed her arms. “I don’t trust everyone! Like, I trust you. But Mr. Miller probably traffics pugs.””

Gravity falls reference

“”Some people-” He continued, “some people don’t even think about what they’re doing. They throw any sense of caution they could’ve had to the wind, and it’s over just like that. And I’ve seen it happen.””

Any guesses as to who he was talking about?

admittedly, when writing this, I was worried that this speech was ooc and it just wasn’t in his voice and grr. But yk what? Make that middle aged man feel worry. Make him feel concern for his kid I mean uh sister in law I mean random child who breaks into his diner

“Dee began to head out of the security office when they both heard someone enter the diner through the back door. They both peered around the corner, seeing Henry enter. He looked annoyed at something, and it was anyone’s guess as to what.”

Yeah he was looking for Dee. But sparky caused a ruckus so he left. That’s why he was barking when Dee tried to open the door and calmed down once she opened it. He couldn’t see who it was through the glass.

Chapter nine

“She sighed. “Man, why do circuses of all things have to have security? … We should beat up a clown.”

“ ... No? ”

“I’m all out of ideas then.””

I stole this from my friend this was my friend’s idea!!

hello if you’re reading this you know who you are

I was obsessed with the idea of the clown being Henry but it just didn’t work with my goal

Dee stood up, offering her hand out for him to take. “Watch and learn, brother.”

“Don’t call me that, please.”

Direct reference to dave always calling Dee sis in the flipside. See how you like it you little shit

“Well- we just got done practising for our main act, mitosis!”

I genuinely had zero clue for what I wanted out of the whole baby Dave scene so I was just making things up on the spot and it shows

Chapter 12

“All it takes is one little Timmy to catch sight of me and go running to his mom about seeing hellspawn in the arcade. Next thing you know, I’m out of commission and being dealt with a trusty axe.””

Haha.

“”…Letter?” Jack pondered quietly, tilting his head, before smiling again. “Oh, those! About that, Dee, I don’t feel like it’s a good idea to try to bring Peter into this.””

Arcade is trying so hard to be discreet about the fact that their only knowledge of the letters comes from seeing Dee carry it the day she went into the diner which they may or may not have seen through the eyes of spring bonnie

Chapter sixteen

“For a brief second, it looked like his words had gotten through to the Puppet, but they shook their head, “She won’t know she’s dying. She won’t even know that she’s dead. Just put your trust in me.””

Some people misinterpret this line. The way I see it (and wrote it, oops), arcade doesn’t want Dee to die. They don’t even necessarily wish harm upon her, they just think she HAS to for their plan to work, and this plan, whatever it is, is going to make dee’s death irrelevant anyway. I wonder what kind of plan or goal could do that…

Whew, I’m tired, and I don’t have much else to say for act one, and we’re not far deep enough into act two that I feel the need to clarify anything, so I’ll end it here!

#is this a SYB director commentary?#I guess so #sincerely your brother

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 1 year ago

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It Started With a Kiss (1/?)

This idea came to me while watching “Knockdown.” Initially it was just gonna be a one-shot; however, lying in bed after watching the episode, I was struck with the idea that there should be several parts, at least covering a couple of episodes through the end of season 3. I’m not sure if I will extend it into some of the season 4 episodes or not…it just depends on how the characters speak to me as I’m writing. But there are at least several season 3 episodes that are going to be dealt with.

I’m starting it after that night in “Knockdown” when they had to save Ryan and Esposito. I figure Kate didn’t go to see Lockwood in prison until at least the next day, so this chapter will take place between the time we see her fixing Castle’s hand in the ambulance and when we see her at the prison.

The way I’m planning to deal with future chapters is everything up to the point I tell you the scene starts is going to be just like in the episode. The only parts I’m either rewriting or adding are what you see here. If anything else from an episode needs to change so that it fits my version, I’ll let you know in the beginning.

I’m also still working on Hell Hath No Fury, so I’m going to do my best to rotate updates between that and this one until this one is complete.

I don’t own Castle, unfortunately.

xxxxx

Castle is seated in the back of an ambulance getting his hand wrapped; he'd insisted he didn't need to go to the hospital. Once the medic finished, he climbed out of the vehicle. Castle winced at the tightness of the bandage and started to unwrap it, glancing up when he felt Beckett’s presence.

“Hey there, Chuck Norris. How’s the hand?” she asked, climbing up into the ambulance and taking a seat across from him with a small smile.

“Excruciating.”

She gently took his hand in hers and began rewrapping his hand. Her touch was delicate as she focused on his injury, her fingers caressing his skin softly.

“How’s Ryan and Esposito?” he asked her, trying to focus on anything but the way her soft touch was making him feel. After the kiss they shared earlier in the evening, the last thing he needed was more of her touch. As it was, he would have a very difficult time getting to sleep later, and he was sure the way she felt in his arms, the way she’d tasted when she kissed him back would monopolize his dreams for a few nights at least.

“Mild hypothermia, wounded pride. Guess which one will heal first?” she finished up with his hand and looked up at him with a smile. “Thank you, for having my back in there,” she said with a soft look in her eyes.

He gave her a smile. “Always,” he promised her.

She gently touched his knee to help her balance for a moment so she could hop down from the ambulance. She turned back to offer him her hand to help steady himself as he climbed down as well, keeping his good hand for a few moments longer than necessary once he was on his feet in front of her. “We’re pretty much wrapped up here for the night; I can finish up everything tomorrow,” she started. “I was going to offer to buy you a drink seeing as you saved my ass in there, but it’s pretty late to go to a bar. Can I offer you a drink at my apartment instead?”

“I’d like that,” he answered her with a grin. He’d take anything she’d offer him these days, and since she’d already told him earlier that Josh was in Africa, he was more than happy to keep her company after the case they’d had; at least he’d be able to pretend she wasn’t with the doctor for an hour or so.

“Alright,” she smiled. “Come on, Castle,” she nudged his shoulder lightly with hers, gesturing for him to follow her back to her car.

The ride back to her apartment was pretty much in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. She couldn’t get the kiss they’d shared out of her head. It was supposed to be fake, a ruse to distract the guard so that she could take him out. The problem was it hadn’t felt fake to her at all, from either of them.

She knew Castle well enough by now and trusted him enough to know he genuinely hadn’t meant anything by kissing her at first; he had just been improvising when his initial plan hadn’t worked. But the way it felt when his lips covered hers, even as innocent as it had been initially, set her entire body on fire in a way she’d never felt before…it certainly never felt like that when she kissed Josh. Then she thought of the way he’d jumped on Lockwood and literally beat him senseless with his bare hands to save her, and she suddenly wasn’t sure that asking him back to her apartment for a drink at this time of night had been her best idea.

He’d told his mother a couple of days ago when this case had started that it wasn’t about the books anymore. His need to be her partner, to continue to risk his life to be by her side had nothing to do with research and everything to do with her. His mother had been right in telling him it was time he was honest with himself about why he was doing it. He only wished he could be honest with Beckett about his motive as well.

He’d come close to telling her earlier in her apartment when she asked him why he kept coming back, but he’d chickened out; this case, anything related to her mother’s case, made her

vulnerable. He didn’t want to be the jackass that added to her problems by being selfish; besides, she had a boyfriend, so he highly doubted she would return his sentiments.

But now instead of going home alone, she had asked him to join her for a drink at her apartment where they would be alone. That had to mean she felt something, right? And she had kissed him back earlier; sure, it was under the ruse of a fake kiss. But fake kisses didn’t require her tongue in his mouth, didn’t require her moaning or her hands in his hair or her body pressed against his quite so tightly.

“Come on, Castle,” she said softly, once she parked her car on the street near the front of her building, which she was allowed to do because of her police plates.

Her voice shook him out of his thoughts, and he got out and followed her inside. The elevator ride remained quiet, as did the walk down the hallway to her apartment.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she told him, closing and locking the door behind them. She moved to her kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses as well as a bottle of whiskey. She carried it over to the living room where he had made himself comfortable on her sofa and sat them down on the coffee table in front of it. Taking a seat, she poured a half a glass for each of them and clinked her glass against his. “To the best partner a girl could ask for,” she smiled, downing about half the liquid in her glass.

Her words made him grin and his eyes light up as he downed about half the liquid in his own glass as well. “Really?”

She nodded. “Except he doesn’t really help with paperwork,” she teased, setting her glass on the table and standing. “I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” she told him, disappearing into her room.

He grinned a little more, pretty satisfied with himself at the moment, and finished the liquid in his glass before pouring himself a refill from the bottle. He leaned back into the cushions and relaxed, enjoying the drink in his hands as he waited for her to return.

It didn’t take long for Beckett to change her clothes. She’d remained in her jeans, only opting to change out of her work shirt into a more casual and comfortable t-shirt, and she’d removed her heels and placed her gun and badge in her nightstand. She offered him a smile as she rejoined him on the couch, taking her glass and curling her legs up comfortably as she turned her attention to him.

Almost an hour and a half later, he had her laughing hard as he told her a story about his mother. He was a couple of drinks ahead of her; he hadn’t drunk enough to not know what he was doing or saying, but he had definitely drunk enough to be looser and braver with his words and

feelings. He stopped laughing and got quiet for a moment, getting serious. “You know, you asked me why I keep coming back. I told you it’s because I’m your plucky sidekick…but that’s not entirely true,” he started softly.

She stopped laughing when she realized he was getting serious. His words had her finishing what was left of the alcohol in her glass and placing it on the table. She hadn’t had as much to drink as he had, and she’d always been great at holding her liquor. She was relaxed and loose, but she wasn’t sure if she’d had enough whiskey to handle where he was taking their conversation; then again, maybe it was better that she hadn’t had any more than she'd had at this point. She wasn’t sure yet. “Castle…” she tried to stop him.

“A wise woman told me that I should be honest with myself about why I’m doing this," he started, echoing the words of his mother from a few days ago. "She pointed out to me that I wrote 22 novels before I met you, and didn’t have to spend every day in a police station. It’s not about the research anymore. It hasn’t been about the books for a long time. Even Vulcan Simmons saw it, Kate.”

“Rick…” she tried to get his attention, to stop him before they went down this road. She hadn’t had a chance to process everything from the last few days, much less the kiss they’d shared earlier, the way he’d so bravely saved her life, or her own feelings about him and what it all meant. She certainly was not in a position to deal with everything tonight after 3 glasses of whiskey, despite the fact that she wasn’t drunk.

He placed his empty glass on the table as well and shifted closer to her. “So if I’m being honest with myself about why, I want to give you an honest answer too,” he said softly, drawing a deep breath. “It’s because I’m in love with you, Kate,” he continued in the same soft voice. “I keep coming back, I keep showing up to murder scenes in the middle of the night and hanging around because I love you.”

His words made her freeze; not only had he said them once…oh no…Castle was an overachiever and said them twice. She knew he’d had a couple more drinks than her, but she also knew that he wasn’t drunk enough to not know what was coming out of his mouth. This wasn’t a drunk confession that he wouldn’t remember tomorrow.

She had no idea how to respond to them. She cared for him; she knew she felt more than friendship for him, but she had a boyfriend. Even without dating Josh to complicate things, he’d ended things with Gina only a couple of weeks prior, and now he was here professing his feelings for her? It was making her head spin.

Why couldn’t he have had this epiphany back in May when she was trying to tell him she liked him? Why couldn’t he have just not asked Gina to go to the Hamptons immediately after she’d turned him down? Why hadn't he given her a little time to reconsider, or even gone alone? Now

there were 8 months of…complicated and significant others…between them.

Before she even knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, soft and tentative. After only a couple of seconds, she placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “Castle…I can’t do this tonight…” she murmured.

He sighed and hung his head. “I’m sorry…” he immediately began to apologize.

Her hand on his arm stopped him. “You don’t have to apologize,” she told him softly, standing and pulling him to his feet. “But it is late. And you’ve had enough to drink.” She decided playing it off as the alcohol would keep things from getting weird between them; at least that's what she hoped.

“I’m not drunk, Beckett,” he told her, wondering if that’s why she had stopped him.

“Maybe not. But you’ve had enough whiskey to kiss me, which I know you wouldn’t have done without the alcohol, so it’s time for you to go home.” She began to gently guide him towards her front door, grabbing his jacket along the way.

“I kissed you earlier without alcohol,” he tried to reason.

She shook her head. “It was fake, Castle...a distraction to get past the guard.”

“Didn’t feel completely fake to me,” he pointed out.

She sighed softly, handing him his coat at the door. “Castle, it's late.” She opened her door for him and gave him a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

He sighed deeply. Her rejection had been gentle, but it still stung. “Goodnight, Kate,” he said softly, leaving her apartment.

She closed the door behind him, locking it, before leaning back against it and closing her eyes. What the hell had just happened between them? She had known he was attracted to her, but his confession had completely taken her by surprise. And while she knew she definitely felt something for him other than physical attraction, she had a boyfriend...a safe boyfriend...whom she might be able to love if she just stayed with him. She had no idea if she was ready to risk her heart with him; he’d already broken it once in May. She’d already ended one relationship to be with him and gotten burned. She wasn’t so sure she was ready to do that again.

Castle rested his head against the wall of the elevator as he rode down, telling himself he’d been an idiot for confessing his feelings like that. “What did you think was going to happen? She has a boyfriend, you idiot...she isn't the type of woman to cheat on her boyfriend for you,” he

murmured to himself. Maybe she was right, and he had had too much to drink; he was sure he wouldn’t have thought to confess his love for her…or kiss her…without the liquid courage he’d had.

When the cold January air hit his face as he walked outside, he suddenly realized what word she'd used. Tonight. She’d told him she couldn’t do this tonight. That left him with hope that maybe she wanted to do this one day. She didn’t say never, after all. She had been nice about letting him down. She hadn’t shot him…or even smacked him…when he’d kissed her. She had simply said she couldn’t do this tonight.

He decided then…he would wait, he would fight for her. Maybe not in a completely obvious way, and definitely not in a physical way because he was sure she wouldn’t like that. But he would be there; he’d keep showing up for her. That was already one thing he had over Josh…he wasn’t halfway around the world when she needed someone. He was actually there. And he would be there for her whenever she let him be. She may have been dating another man, but she didn’t have a ring on her finger yet; she didn’t seem as committed to Josh as he’d thought...she still told him things she didn't confide in her boyfriend, like the murder board she kept hidden in her apartment; he still had hope. And in the meantime, he wouldn't be stupid enough to start dating other women; he would wait for her.

xxxxx

Alright, that’s the first chapter. Hopefully you guys like this one. It will get to Castle and Beckett happiness, trust me. You’re just gonna have to go on the journey with me.

As always, I love hearing feedback if you feel so inclined! Thanks for reading!

#castle #caskett #kate beckett #richard castle #castle fanfiction

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callsignspark · 2 years ago

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Mar[r]y Me - part 8.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 2.3k

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part 8.5 - McDonald's apple pie

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’d never dream of it!”

Mary snuggles deeper into the couch as Pierce Brosnan - her favorite James Bond - races through the streets of Ho Chi Minh City on a motorcycle with Michelle Yeoh handcuffed to his wrist. Her chest hurts; tight from an overwhelming urge to cry and a tiredness she can’t quite shake no matter how much she’s been sleeping lately.

The day had been spent with Danielle and the kids, and it had been fun. They had gone to the beach and gotten Thai food for dinner, the adults devouring pad thai while Annabeth watched Frozen again. It was nice; she loved her family, but she missed Bradley.

More than she thought she would.

They didn’t get a chance to properly say goodbye. He had received a hug and the same “be safe, see you in two months” as everyone else. There wasn’t a spare second to sneak away and kiss him goodbye; there was always someone near them the entire time.

All she could do was slip a good luck note into the palm of his hand and hug him for an extra second longer than anyone else. It was hardly anything, but he still gave her a big smile and a sneaky forehead kiss, whispering that his peanut butter bites were safely stored at the bottom of his pack.

For the millionth time since she sat with Mav in her office and they watched the carrier steam away, Mary wonders where Bradley is. Thanks to her security clearance, she knows he's floating somewhere in the Pacific, but nothing more.

Maybe he’ll come back with an even deeper tan.

Somehow, Bradley is always sort of tan, even in January. Yes, they live in California, where it’s beach weather year-round, but it’s like he was born with a built-in base layer of golden skin.

Bond is just about to magically escape from another precarious situation he’s gotten himself into when the doorbell rings. Mary peeks over the top of the couch, trying to figure out who could be at her front door. Her family is in New York, Slider went back to Pensacola last week, and the majority of people she knows in California are also in the middle of the ocean with Bradley.

The bell rings again, whoever it is knocking this time. She sighs - they’re not going away - and frees herself from her perfectly crafted blanket burrito, a poor substitution for the pair of strong arms she’s missing.

Carefully peeking through the side window, she’s surprised to find Flora standing there and quickly opens the door, a blur of red and pink taking over her vision.

“Happy birthday!” Flora yells, shoving an enormous floral arrangement in her face.

“Than- thank you?”

Mary tentatively grabs the vase, taken off guard, as Flora walks in and slips her clogs off. Dropping her huge L.L. Bean tote bag on the dining room table, Flora laughs at how Mary is frozen at the front door, flowers hiding her torso but not her confused face.

“Here, give me those, and you open this.” Flora pulls a box out of her Mary Poppins-sized bag and takes the vase back. She carefully places the arrangement on the island, fiddling with the stems so they look perfect.

“What is happening?”

“Well, your boyfriend came into my shop about three weeks ago and asked me if I would do him a favor. He was so sweet and pathetic; I couldn’t help but say yes.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Funny.” Flora hums, eyebrow arching in disbelief. “I didn’t say a name, but you knew who I was talking about.”

Mary flushes, the tips of her ears on fire as she tries to stutter out an excuse.

“It’s okay, Mary.” Flora takes pity on her. “I know it’s complicated, but let’s face it, that man would do anything for you. Which is why I’m here, on a Sunday night, with gifts.”

“Gifts?” Mary echoes. “Plural?”

“Mmhm. First up, a floral arrangement full of warm tones because “red is her favorite color, but all red would probably be overbearing” - which is a direct quote.”

“They’re beautiful, Flora.”

“He did a good job, and he deserves a reward for understanding that flowers are expensive and you can’t cheap out if you want a nice, big bouquet. Next is the box.” She slides the brown box across the table, fluffing the ribbon curls on top. “I have no idea what’s in that one.”

Mary carefully opens the ribbons tied around the box, her throat tightening when she takes the lid off. At the top is a notecard with Bradley’s handwriting.

She pulls the sweater out of the box, and her eyes start to water as she holds it up for Flora to see. It’s a light yellow, almost the same shade as the stick of butter softening on her counter, practically identical to the one sitting in her closet, a red stain still covering the front. The material is so soft she can’t help but press her face into it, tears escaping as Bradley’s cologne washes over her.

Fuck. I miss him so much.

This was anticipated; she knows how sad Dani can get during Reuben’s deployments. Knows how sad she would get when her best friend was gone for months. It’s only been two weeks, but it’s the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other. Even during the rough patch in January, they still got glimpses of each other at work. The worst part is not knowing how he’s doing. If he’s okay. She assumes he is; Mav hadn’t mentioned anything, and she’s pretty sure he would tell her.

It would be the only way she would find out. Mary isn’t naïve enough to believe that she would be a first-tier point of contact if he got hurt. They haven’t even gone on a date yet, and the only time they kissed was that day in her office.

She’s pulled out of the impending spiral by a gentle hand rubbing her shoulders, which she didn’t realize were shaking. She lets herself be comforted by Flora, the older woman pulling her into a hug, uncaring about the tears staining her shirt.

“Sorry.” Mary sniffles, pulling back after a minute to wipe her eyes. “I just really miss him, more than I thought I would.”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

“That’s right. I forgot about Jake.”

She realizes she said something wrong by the way Flora’s hand goes stiff on her back.

“Jake and I are not together.”

“Oh. He just- when we were talking, he kinda implied that the two of you were sort of seeing each other.”

“We’ve fucked a few times, we're not together.”

Mary blinks at her. Jake had never said anything about sex; he was lamenting that Flora didn’t want to see a movie he was excited about. Sad that the florist wouldn’t join him.

“Jake, I mean, I don’t know Flora very well, but I gotta say she doesn’t really seem like a zombie apocalypse kinda girl.” Mary gently soothed, trying to give equal attention to her email inbox and the mopey Texan. “Why don’t you find a movie you’ll both like?”

“I tried! She doesn’t want to go to the movies at all. I know she’s busy - like she runs a whole ass business all by herself - but it’s like she doesn’t even care that we’re gonna be gone for two months!”

“Did you tell her that you want to spend time together before you leave?”

“No. We’re just- that’s not-” Jake sighs, cut off by Mary’s phone.

They had never finished their conversation; Jake had a hop and Mary a meeting, and a few days later, he was shipping out alongside Bradley.

“Okay. I’m sorry, he didn’t mention that, so I must have misunderstood.”

“You probably didn’t.” Flora rolls her eyes. “Jake likes to talk like we’re together, but I’ve told him several times a relationship is not what I’m looking for from him.”

“Can I ask why?” She quickly backtracks when the other woman’s face scrunches up. “Oh my god, you absolutely don’t have to say anything. I wasn’t trying to push.”

“No, you’re fine. Jake is a great guy. He’s smart and funny and handsome, but we want different things in life. Things that can’t be compromised on and that I won’t ever change my mind about. So there’s really no reason for us to try anything serious. I told him that before they deployed, but I’m officially breaking it off when they’re back because I’m not sure he got the hint.”

“That makes sense; that’s probably the best way to go about it.” She nods, impressed by how strong Flora is in her conviction and a bit sad at the same time. Those two would be great.

“Sucks, though. He’s incredible in bed.”

Mary lets out a bark of laughter at the complete 180 in conversation. “That surprises me and doesn’t surprise me all at the same time.”

“It’s that atrocious arrogance of his, isn’t it?”

“Yes! An ego like that means a man is either totally overcompensating, or he knows he’s good, and he’s got the moves to prove it.”

“Oh, he’s got the moves. Believe me.” They laugh at the eyebrow wiggle that accompanies Flora’s words.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta know. That ridiculous Texas accent he pulls out when he’s trying to charm someone-”

“-does he use it in bed? More frequently than you would imagine.”

“Okay… but, like, does it do it for you?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Flora says as she furiously nods.

“Stop! Wait! And the cowboy hat?”

She laughs harder, tears in her eyes as she gasps, “Both of us!”

“You’ve both worn it?!”

Flora’s confirmation makes them both howl with laughter, Mary bending over and holding onto the table for support. It takes a few minutes for them to calm down, wiping tears away as they catch their breath.

“Well, that’s got to be the least shocking thing I’ve learned about Jake.”

It makes them both start giggling again; the blonde man’s affinity for his home state is well-known, frequently coming up in conversation.

“I should get going. I have to be up early to set up for a funeral. But I have one more thing for you, well, two things.” Flora dips back into her bag, pulling out a brown paper bag and a square envelope. “From Bradley.”

“McDonald’s?”

“Well, he requested I get you an apple pie - it had to be an apple pie - from Sift, but by the time I got there this afternoon, all their pies were gone. So I improvised, and thankfully, Mickey D’s had just done a fresh batch.”

“Apple pie is my favorite.” Mary quietly says, peeking into the bag and seeing five pie boxes. “Thank you for doing this, Flora.”

“It’s no problem. Bradley was so cute when he came in; I couldn’t help but agree. It’s sweet how much he cares about you.”

“I’m starting to understand how much he really does.” A content feeling settles in her chest, warming her up from the cold sadness that was taking over earlier.

Only 60 more days until Bradley is home.

“You’ll probably want to warm those up before you eat them,” Flora says, slipping her shoes back on, getting ready to leave.

“Hey, we're having a girls' night and putting together care packages for the Daggers next week. You should come, you can help with Nat’s box. Plus, it’s great to have extra hands to help put them together.”

“That sounds fun; I’d love to join you guys.” She opens the door and hesitates for a second, turning back to Mary. “No one knows about me and Jake hooking up. I didn’t tell Nat because she wouldn’t understand, and I don’t think he’s told anyone either. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“No problem. I’m always here to talk if you want some fairly neutral input.”

“Fairly neutral?”

She shrugs. “I know he can be an idiot, but Jake is a good guy, and he’s also my friend, so I can’t be completely unbiased about him. Fairly neutral is the best I can offer.”

“Fair enough.” Flora smiles at her, yelling back as she walks down the steps. “We should grab dinner sometime! Have a good night!”

“Night!” Mary waves, happier than she’s been since the beginning of the month.

She locks the door after making sure Flora gets into her car safely, promising herself that she’ll reach out to friends more. No more moping around, being sad that Bradley is gone.

I’ve got to learn how to deal with this if we’re going to date. It’s not like he’s going to leave the Navy; he’s going to be gone.

Snapping photos of her presents, she starts mentally composing the thank you email she’s going to send to Bradley. The Lincoln is on a communications blackout for the first three weeks of the cruise, but she’s been sending him little updates. Letting him know when she’s thinking of him, hoping she isn’t filling up his inbox too much.

She plops back into her favorite corner of the couch, stretching out on the chaise that makes her get a little hot under the collar every time she sits on it.

“Let’s read this card.” She mumbles to herself around a bite of pie as Bond saves the world and gets the girl.

A photo flutters out of the envelope as she pulls the card out, and she loses her breath when she flips it over. It’s the two of them on Valentine’s Day. When she made him pancakes, the photo he said he was going to tape up in his bunk.

A promise he followed through on, his last text showing off his rack. Corners of the blue blanket neatly tucked in, and the photo of the two of them taped on the wall right next to his pillow. Mary looks at the photo he printed for her, smiling at the happiness radiating from both of them. The corners of their eyes crinkled, and her dimple popping out; she still can’t quite believe that Bradley Bradshaw wants her, of all people.

Then she reads the card, and her insecurities quiet down for the night.

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Among the Wildflowers - Chapter 3 - Jake Kiszka x Reader

Hi hi! Back again with another chapter. This one is a fun one. Most of Chapter 4 is already written, hoping to be back Thursday with another update :) let me know what you think!

18+ Content - Minors, do not interact.

Summary: You're a hairstylist in Nashville, and the boys in Greta Van Fleet become your clients when they relocate to the city. They quickly all take a liking to you, one sweet guitarist especially. Jake is patient in his pursuit of you, but will your self-created set of rules hold you back from ever being anything more with him?

Word Count: 6900+

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, choking, etc. Mentions of alcohol.

•

After leaving Jake’s house on Sunday, you went home and got ready for the week - laundry, grocery shopping, and cleaning, the whole nine yards. Exhausted after the weekend’s excitement and all of your chores, you ran yourself a bath and paired a glass of wine to go with the book you were reading.

Just as you sank down into the hot bubbles with the wine and book nearby, your phone buzzed. You glanced at your phone to see it was a text from Jake. Opening your messages, you see it was actually a selfie. He had attempted to put his hair half up like you had for him the night before, but his efforts certainly didn’t have the same effect. You smile at how cute he is.

Jake: Trying my best. What do you think?

You: A for effort. You coming for my job or something, Kiszka?

Jake: Obviously.

Jake: Just kidding. I’m cooking and needed it out of the way. What are you up to tonight?

You smirk as an idea pops into your head, thinking that Jake might be really interested in what you’re currently doing.

Pushing the bubbles around yourself, you bend one leg so it’s slightly out of the water. You angle your phone camera so the whole bathtub is captured with the entirety of your bare thigh exposed, nearly up to your hip. You send the playful photo to Jake, figuring he wouldn’t mind.

You: I’m in here, wishing I had some company right now

Jake: You’re actually going to be the death of me

Jake: And I’m supposed to keep my hands off of you until Friday? God

You giggle at his reply.

You: Patience, baby

Jake: Yeah, no

You: :)

You chuckle and set your phone down, picking up the wine and your book and diving in. The bubbles are long gone and the water is lukewarm at best when you finally decide to get out of the tub and get ready for bed. You run through your evening routine and settle into your comfy bed when you check your phone again to see another message from Jake.

Jake: Jokes aside, you’re probably heading off to bed soon and I wanted to wish you goodnight and sweet dreams. This weekend was one of the best I’ve had in a long while, thanks to you. I’m really looking forward to spending time with you next weekend, sweetheart.

Jake: P.S. you’re a really good kisser. I hope we can fit making out once or twice into our packed agenda of eating dinner on the couch and watching movies.

You snort before replying to him.

You: Thank you for everything this weekend. I had the best time. And I think we can squeeze that and maybe a few other things into the Friday itinerary. Goodnight Jake, sweet dreams.

Tossing your phone to the side once the message is sent, you quickly drift off to sleep.

Jake opens the last message from you and chuckles. He locks his phone and rolls onto his side to get comfortable. He notices the pillow you slept on still faintly smells of you, and he smiles to himself as he takes it into his arms to cuddle it. He falls asleep just as quickly as you do.

•

The week flies by, you were incredibly busy at work, and before you know it, it’s Thursday evening. You and Jake had been texting all week long, and you couldn’t wait to see him so soon.

Jake was nervously pacing in his living room, Josh watching him from the couch while he tried to watch a movie.

“Can you sit down? Jesus Christ. You picked this and you aren’t even watching.” Josh grumbled.

Jake sighed. “I don’t know what to make for dinner tomorrow.”

Josh eyed his twin. “That’s what has you worked up right now? Your menu? Make homemade pizzas and get the wine you know she likes and call it good.”

Jake nods and continues pacing, deep in thought. “See, I already thought of that. But I’m really good at cooking and could do something way more impressive. But I don’t really know what she likes. And what if I mess it up or she doesn’t like-“

Josh stood and yanked Jake to the couch. “Breathe. You’re overthinking this. Make the damn pizza.”

Jake glares at Josh and he continues. “It’s not about the food, you could honestly probably feed her takeout from McDonald’s and she would still be just as happy. It’s about spending time with you.”

“Okay. You have a point. I just want things to be perfect because she’s so perfect and so far out of my league.” Jake finishes with a sigh and rubs his chin.

Josh’s eyes don’t move from the TV screen as he replies. “I think you should stop worrying. I know it’s hard. But she really likes you. Just let things happen.”

Jake glanced at his brother and huffed before pulling out his phone to make his grocery list for the next day.

Meanwhile, you were at home packing your bag for tomorrow. Eyeing your lingerie sets, you run your fingers over the different pieces of lace. You threw both a white and a black set in your bag, unable to choose.

You flop onto your bed with a sigh once your bag is fully packed and you’re ready for your last day of work. You send Jake a quick text, since you both had been wishing each other good morning and good night all week.

You: I’m off to bed early, sweet dreams baby. I can’t wait for tomorrow :)

Jake glanced down at his phone in his hand and smiled. Josh smiled as well, watching his brother and figuring that he was talking to you.

Jake: I’ve been waiting for Friday all week. Make sure you’re well rested for our movie marathon tomorrow :) goodnight and sweet dreams.

•

It’s a beautiful and sunny Friday, and you finish work a little ahead of schedule, so you freshen up your hair and makeup at your work area.

“Hot date tonight?” Your coworker, Ashley, asked from behind you.

You smirked a little as you curled another section of hair. “Something like that.”

“With who? Where are they from? Tinder, Hinge, Bumble-”

You cut her off with a sly smile. “A client.”

Ashley gasped. “You didn’t. No way. You of all people? Okay, okay. Let me guess who it is.” She closed her eyes and tapped her temples. Her eyes shot open as she mentally flipped through your potential suitors and she remembered one in particular. “Please, please tell me it’s a date with a very hot and very talented guitarist named Jake.”

You fluffed your hair, finishing up. “Yeah, he really is hot, isn’t he?”

Ashley squealed. “Oh, this is too good. I want to know everything on Monday.” She grins at you in the mirror.

You turn around, starting to walk away, itching to get out of there. The more time you spend at work, the less time you have with Jake. “Of course. Have a good weekend, Ashley!”

She waves and you zip over to your car and let Jake know you’re on your way. He doesn’t see your message because he’s busy putting the finishing touches on dinner and setting up his living room with candles and his favorite blankets.

You park in his driveway and make your way to the door, ringing the doorbell. Jake all but sprints to the door and swings it open with a huge grin on his face. He’s wearing a classic Jake outfit - cropped and barely buttoned navy button-down shirt with his favorite pair of well-loved light wash jeans cuffed at the ankles, with his silver atocha coin pendant resting on his tanned chest.

“Hey, you!” He says happily with a big grin as he tugs you over the threshold and into a tight hug. “Hi Jacob.” You say into his almost-bare chest, the back of your head being held by his hand.

Jake loosens his grip on you and you pull back, but stay in his arms. “How was work?” He asks as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You shrug. “Work was fine, nothing too exciting. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, I have some really important plans tonight.”

Jake smiles down at you as he reaches behind to shut the door, his eyes not leaving yours. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You loop your fingers into his belt loops and pull him forward, your lips meeting his. Without any hesitation, he’s kissing you back fiercely, moving his hands around your neck while you slide one hand just under the hem of his shirt that lands at his hips, and your other hand begins running up and down his warm chest.

When you both can’t take it anymore, you pull back slightly. Jake’s chest is heaving up and down while he catches his breath and he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Mmm, yeah that was really important.” Jake says in his deep rasp. You pat his chest with a smirk and he grabs your hand, kissing the back of it before leading you to his kitchen.

“Jake, it smells amazing in here.” You say as you both stand in the kitchen. Jake smiles and looks down at the bottle of wine he’s grabbed, pouring both of you a glass. His cheeks warm at your praise.

“Thank you, I’m really glad I get to cook for you tonight.” He hands you the glass of wine and you thank him with a kiss on the cheek.

You sit on a stool in his kitchen after offering to help, which he immediately shot down. “You know, I remember there was one time you made chocolate chip cookies and brought them to the office on a day I was working there with you guys, and I’m pretty sure they were the best cookies I’ve ever had in my entire life. It had to have been two years ago but I still remember them.” You tell him and he smiles fondly at the memory.

It wasn’t often that he would bring homemade treats to the office, but he remembered from one of his appointments that you loved sweets, especially cookies. He purposely woke up early that day to make cookies to bring for everyone, but mainly you. The way your eyes lit up when he nervously approached you with the container and the big smile you gave him after declaring they were utterly delicious sent him to heaven and back.

Jake smiles at you. “I have cookie dough chilling in the fridge, I remembered you really liked those. I’ll put them in the oven after dinner so we can have them for our movies.”

You rest your head on your hand on the counter and sigh happily up at Jake. “I don’t think you could get any sweeter, Jacob.”

Jake’s cheeks darken into the nearly perpetual blush he has when he’s around you and he walks by you to grab the pizzas he made out of the oven. “Only for you.” He says with his back to you as he opens the oven, too shy to say that while making eye contact. You grin at the man standing before you, your heart overflowing. The feelings you had for Jake were unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. He was kind, thoughtful, hilarious, talented, intelligent - truly one in a million.

He sets the pizzas on the counter and they look amazing. “Okay chef, tell me what we have here.” You stand up and move to be next to him, lightly bumping his elbow and he chuckles.

“Um, well, this one on the left is a rosemary bacon goat cheese, it’s my favorite to make, and I didn’t know if that would sound good to you so I also made a cheese one.” Jake rubs the back of his neck nervously and peers down at you.

“No, these both look amazing, thank you so much for making dinner.” You tell him as you wrap one arm around his waist and squeeze gently.

He wraps his arm around you as well and leans his head on yours. “You’re welcome, I’m just glad we can spend some time together this weekend.” He says quietly. He unwinds his arm and starts cutting the pizzas while you put the fruit and salads he had already prepped on the table.

You both grab some slices of pizza and sit at his kitchen table. It’s truly the best pizza you’ve ever had, far surpassing anything you’ve ever made before.

“Oh my god Jake, this is so good!” You say. He finishes his bite, holding back a smile. “I’ve been told before that if something happens and music doesn’t work out, I should pursue a culinary career.” He laughs.

You both finish eating dinner and Jake puts the cookies in the oven. Eyeing the bottle of wine on the counter, you refill both of your glasses and move to his living room, where he has cozy pillows, blankets, and candles set up.

“Hey Jake, I’m going to change into comfier clothes.” You yell while walking upstairs with your bag. You walk into his room and grab your crewneck and leggings out of your bag and start to change. Jake had wandered upstairs and figured you were changing in his bathroom and strolled into his bedroom without a second thought, also planning on changing.

Your back was to his door and you were in your underwear, pulling your shirt off when you hear him behind you. “Oh my god! Sorry, sorry-” he says as he nearly trips over himself, stumbling out of his room hastily to give you privacy. Little did Jake know, you truly didn’t mind.

A giggle escapes your mouth as you turn around. “Jake, come back here!” You yell to him, still in your bra and underwear set.

He slowly walks back into his room, cheeks on fire and heart beating out of his chest, and is staring with wide eyes. Jake is seemingly frozen, taking all of you in. “I’m sorr-”

“Shh,” you whisper, approaching him and placing a finger on his lips, “it’s okay.”

Jake swallows harshly and looks at you and timidly places his hands on either side of your waist, holding you close. His heart is pounding, but so is yours. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers as his sweet honey eyes meet yours. You smile and tuck some hair behind his ear before looping your arms around his neck. His lips are on yours instantly and all of a sudden, he’s pushed you against his bedroom wall. His hands begin to wander and so do yours, all without breaking the feverish kisses. He’s squeezing your ass and you have one hand up his shirt and one hand moving to his zipper when the oven goes off and a series of beeps chirp loudly from downstairs.

Jake pulls back with a loud groan. “God fucking dammit.” He mutters and you giggle. You back up off the wall and he heaves a heavy sigh before running downstairs to grab the cookies.

You turn back to your bag, the moment ruined, but decide to put on your white lacy lingerie set under your comfy clothes. Jake hears you come downstairs and rubs the back of his neck when you come into the kitchen.

“Well, at least we have cookies.” He says while shooting you a nervous glance, making sure that you were fine after what just happened in his room. The tension between you two is thick.

You laugh. “Can we get cozy on the couch? I really want to cuddle up with you.” You tell him and he gives you a small smile and a nod and puts a plate on the counter. “Throw some cookies on this plate and I’ll be right back.”

Jake runs upstairs to change and sighs as he looks at the situation in his pants. There’s no way you both were going to make it through a movie, much less an entire marathon, without things escalating.

He came back down to find you cozied up under his blanket with the plate of cookies nearby. He grins at your cuteness and slides under the blanket with you. He tugs you into his side while grabbing the remote and starts scrolling through Netflix.

“What are you in the mood for, sweetheart?” He asks and you hum. “I know you love Pirates of the Caribbean, just throw on one of those?”

“God, you’re incredible.” He mutters under his breath and you snicker in response. He finds the first Pirates movie and hits play. You cozy up further into his side and he grabs a warm cookie off the plate and rips off a piece.

“You want some, baby?” He says quietly and you nod, fully expecting him to hand you the piece. Instead, he brings it to your mouth and watches your lips close around the small bite. His fingers brush your lips and his eyes turn dark. You throw your head back against his shoulder. “Oh my god, just as good as I remember.”

He laughs and feeds you another piece before taking a bite of his own. “Yeah, these are pretty good, in my humble opinion.”

The cookie is gone and you eye the plate on the side table on the other side of Jake. Feeling devious, you sit up a little and slide yourself across Jake’s lap, facing him. His mouth opens slightly out of surprise and you lean over to ghost his lips while blindly grabbing a cookie off the plate. “I wanted another one.” You whisper onto his lips and just before he can close the slight distance between your face and his, you slide back into your original spot with your cookie in hand.

“That was so mean.” Jake pouts and you laugh. You break off a piece of the cookie and hold it up to his lips as a consolation prize. He rolls his eyes at you but accepts the bite.

You both sit quietly for a few minutes, snuggled up together, before Jake gets antsy. His arm is wrapped around you and he starts making circles into your skin with his hand. His other hand is tapping his thigh, his eyes are on the TV screen. You can tell he’s not watching at all and his mind is elsewhere.

“You good, baby?” You ask him. He nods.

“Just fine.” He mumbles.

You take your hand that’s resting on his chest and start slowly moving it down to his thigh. You start rubbing gentle circles up near where his thigh and hip meet and Jake shakily inhales before muttering “fuck it” and yanking you onto his lap. You’re straddling him, kissing him furiously while his hands pick up right where they left off in his bedroom.

Jake’s tongue dances at the entrance of your mouth and you eagerly let him in. Your hands travel down to the crotch of his pants and in that moment, you thank a higher power for Jake changing into sweatpants as you start to tug his pants down. “This okay?” You ask him, out of breath.

“Yes, oh my god yes.” He manages to get out and he lifts himself up a little so you can slide his pants off. You start attacking his neck with small kisses and move lower to his collarbone so you can leave marks. Your teeth sink gently into his skin and a whine escapes Jake’s throat and he moves his hands to the hem of your crewneck, hastily trying to lift it over your head.

He’s pantsless and you’re shirtless and Jake slows his movements for a moment, gawking at you in your lingerie. He has never seen someone so angelic in his life, and he swears that he will never commit another sin again if it means he can have you half naked in his lap every day for the rest of eternity.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, “you are so fucking beautiful, baby.” You grin at him while ripping your own leggings off and start kissing him again, this time rolling your hips a little and his cock is begging to be set free as it moves against your soaked core. Jake moans as you roll your hips and nibble on his ear at the same time and it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Let me hear you Jake.” You whisper into his ear before tugging on it with his teeth and he moves his hands from squeezing your ass to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he stands, shakily carrying you out of his living room. You don’t make it up the stairs, instead, he carries you to the wall and shoves you against it, still holding you up. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your hands tugging his hair, and his tongue finds its way into your mouth again.

You unwrap your legs and slide off of him, but Jake keeps you pressed against the wall. “Don’t fucking move.” He says in a deep voice. It’s now his turn to leave marks of his own on you, your body a blank canvas for the art he’s about to leave on your chest and stomach. His lips glide down the center of your chest as he skillfully unhooks your lingerie and tosses it to the side. “Angel, you’re an angel, so perfect.” He whispers as he starts to wrap his lips around your breast and you hiss out of pleasure when he bites down just above your nipple. He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to your other side and continuing to kiss, suck, bite, and lip all the way down to below your belly button. He’s firmly holding you in place with his hands, his mouth doing all of the heavy lifting.

“Can I take these off, baby?” He asks with his fingers hooked in the elastic band and you all but rip the last remaining bit of lace off your body on your own.

“Someone’s eager.” Jake chuckles darkly. He starts leaving kisses and nibbles on the insides of your thighs while still holding you against the wall firmly at your hips and you're shaky and quickly losing the ability to stand while Jake continues to paint a canvas across your body.

“Jake,” you whine in a high pitch, “take me upstairs, please baby.”

He moves his hands from your hips to under your ass and he lifts you with ease again. You start kissing his neck as he carefully navigates up the stairs and he throws you onto your back on his bed. Jake’s immediately on top of you and your hands travel to his boxers, tugging them down. His lips don’t falter against yours as he tosses the last bit of his own clothing to the side.

“Jake, baby, please, I need you.” You beg into his lips as your hands travel down to his cock and you start showing him some attention. Jake moans in response as he feels your hand wrapped around him and your free hand travels to his hair, yanking his face to yours.

“I. Fucking. Need. You.” You groan with gritted teeth and Jake’s chest is pounding as you push him off of you and force him onto his back. You’re in control now, and it’s not something Jake’s used to in bed.

“Jesus sweetheart.” He pants, chest starting to gleam with sweat. You start to kiss and lick down his tanned body, small breaths and whines leaving the back of his throat, until your lips meet the base of his cock. He’s big and beautifully pink, a delicious bead of precum waiting for you at the tip.

“Is this okay baby?” You ask and Jake can hardly get words out. “Please.” He whines and you immediately sink your lips around him, taking him in fully until he’s brushing the back of your throat. “So good for me baby, so good.” He moans and you take his balls in your hand, gently massaging them, as you start to move your lips up and down his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip. Another whine escapes Jake’s throat involuntarily, he can’t help it, not when he’s been dreaming of a moment like this for three years.

You continue working up and down his cock, sweat pooling on Jake’s forehead and his hands gripping your hair, when his edge is quickly approaching.

“Baby you need to- I’m going to- if you keep.” He shakily gets out, no coherent thought able to make it from his brain to his lips as you suck him off to oblivion and back. You continue your movements until Jake moans your name and you feel him painting the back of your throat with his release. You swallow and slowly let him out of your mouth before kissing your way back up to his lips.

He eagerly greets you with his tongue yet again, small whines coming from both of you as he sits up and you sit in his lap, lips hungrily moving together.

Jake takes two of his fingers and drags them through your dripping core. “Is this all for me baby? What’s got you so worked up?” He’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin before he takes those same fingers and wraps his lips around them, eyes rolling back into his head. It’s incredibly filthy and incredibly sexy and-

“If I don’t have you inside of me in the next five minutes, I’m going to fucking die.” You huff and Jake’s eyes open and he takes his fingers out of his mouth, only to wrap his hand around your neck lightly.

“Patience, baby.” He growls lowly. “I’ve been waiting for this for three fucking years and we are going to take our time. Do you understand me?”

You gulp, this Jake being worlds apart from the whiny man you were sucking off minutes prior. His hand is still lightly wrapped around your neck as you nod.

“I need you to use your words, sugar.” Jake says, eyes dripping with lust for you. “I understand.” You whisper and Jake leans forward, not moving his hand.

“Do you know what the color system is?” He whispers into your ear and you nod. “Green, keep going, yellow, slow down, and red is a hard stop. What’s your color, sweetheart?”

“Green, fucking green.” You get out shakily, loving the feeling of his large calloused hand clamped around your neck and Jake smiles darkly. “My pretty little baby, our fun isn’t over yet.” He says and he finally removes his hand from your throat only to take fingers from that hand and tease you by swirling around your clit before sliding inside of you. You arch your back and moan loudly and Jake’s loving it.

“Come on baby, let me hear you. Let me hear that pretty voice sing for me.” He says in a deep voice as his fingers start to work expertly inside of you. Jake’s enjoying this just as much as you are, and his cock is starting to grow hard again at the sounds of your moans and whines and feeling of his fingers pumping inside and around you. His fingers are curling and swirling in ways that feel incredibly sinful and his lips are kissing and biting your stomach and it must be what heaven feels like.

“I need you to cum for me pretty, can you do that? Filthy girl, I know you want to.” He says with ragged breaths as he works you to your orgasm. You let go and Jake lets out a pleased hum, helping you ride out your pleasure.

Jake slides up to your lips and tucks hair behind your ear. “Condom, baby?” You shake your head, struggling to find words. “I’m on the pill. Clean. I’m good.”

Jake grins. “Me too. Are you ready to keep having fun, sugar?” You nod and Jake wraps his hand around your throat again, knowing that you like that.

“Words.” He gets through his gritted teeth.

“Yes baby, please, please I need you, need you inside of me.” You beg and Jake grins before kissing you and dragging your bottom lip down with his teeth.

He lines himself up and pushes himself into you, and you stand corrected. This is what heaven must be like.

“So fucking tight,” Jake moans, “fuck.” He starts pumping in and out of you, finding a relentless rhythm and you wrap your legs around his torso and start biting on his collarbone and wrapping your hands in his hair. “My pretty little baby, taking my cock so well, I knew you would.” He praises you and you thank him with a kiss to his sweaty bare chest as he continues pounding into you. You know that you’re going to wake up with all sorts of aches after tonight, but it is so worth it.

You whine into Jake’s ear. “Jake, Jakey, I’m close.”

“Do not cum,” he growls, not sacrificing his pace, “not until I say you can.”

“Please, please, baby,” you whine louder, “Jake, please let me cum. Let me cum all over your cock, baby please.”

Your begging and whining just propels Jake closer and closer to his own orgasm. You wrap your legs around him tighter and yank his hair just a little harder and he manages to get out, “Come on baby, cum for me.”

You moan and finish with him inside of you and he’s right there with you. The feeling of him finishing, his release filling you up, and then him pulling out slowly is one that you hope you’ll get to experience again and again.

Jake collapses next to you and rolls onto his side, planting a small kiss on your lips. You lay together for a moment, completely still except for your chests moving up and down, trying to breathe normally again. Jake finds his footing and gets up, returning moments later with a warm washcloth. He carefully cleans you up and then himself and tosses the washcloth into his hamper.

He walks back over to you and smiles. “Come on baby, let’s take a shower.” Jake says softly as he looks down at you in your completely fucked-out state.

You allow him to gently pull you off of his bed and he carries you to his bathroom, carefully setting you on the counter while he grabs towels and starts the water.

Jake allows you to get in the shower first and the two of you stand under the water together, facing each other. You tilt your head up for a kiss and Jake presses his lips to yours and pulls back slightly.

“Can I wash your hair for you, sweetheart?” He asks and you smile at him, never having been with someone that took care of you like this before.

“Yes please.” You say in a small voice and Jake smiles as he grabs shampoo and puts some in his hair and yours. His fingers are like magic as they work the shampoo into your scalp, and your eyes fall shut. Jake giggles. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” He teases and you open one eye to playfully glare at him.

Jake helps rinse the shampoo out of your hair and puts conditioner in it next. While that sits on both of your heads, he lathers up some soap and starts gently running his hands all over your body, leaving soft kisses in the places that water rinses you off. His touch is so gentle and caring.

Once you both are all set, he dries you off, pressing more little kisses to your shoulders, chest, and hips, and then hands you a tshirt of his. You smile fondly at the worn cotton and pull it over your head before brushing your hair and getting ready for bed.

Both of you collapse onto Jake’s bed, and he pulls you into him immediately. “Come here sweetheart, let’s get cozy.” He mumbles. Sleep is quickly coming for both you and him. Settling into his warm chest, you look up at him to see he’s already looking at you with a tired smile on his face.

“Goodnight Jake.” You whisper and he gives you one last kiss before wishing you sweet dreams.

•

The morning sun is peeking in through the windows and Jake wakes up before you do. He looks down at your sleeping figure curled up into him. Seeing you peacefully sleeping against him while wearing his shirt is something he wishes he could start every day with. He brushes hair out of your face and starts running his fingers lightly down your back.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He says when your eyes start to open. “How did you sleep?”

You groan and stretch and curl up deeper into Jake’s side. He smiles at how cute you are when you’re sleepy. “So good,” you mumble, “you make a good pillow.” He smiles adoringly at you.

You stay snuggled up to Jake for a few minutes and then lean up to give him a kiss once fully awake. “What are you up to today?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “Nothing really.”

You nod. “Same here.” You aren’t ready to leave Jake yet, and you have a suspicion that he feels the same.

Jake looks over at you. “Stay with me. Please. I’ll make us breakfast and we can go to the farmer’s market. I don’t want you to leave yet.”

“I don’t want to leave either.” You say softly and the corners of his lips turn up.

“Okay, I’ll get a head start on breakfast while you get ready.” Before you can offer to help, he places a quick kiss on your forehead and darts out of his room.

You take a few minutes to put yourself together, and by the time you head downstairs, Jake’s almost done making pancakes and bacon. The sight of him standing in his kitchen, only in his boxers, is nearly enough to make you start drooling.

“Hey, can you grab syrup and chocolate chips from the pantry?” He asks when he hears you walk in and you rifle through the items in the pantry until you find both.

“Do you put both syrup and chocolate chips on your pancakes, Jake?” You ask, setting both on the counter.

He breaks his concentration from the pancakes and turns around with a tiny grin. “I’ve told you before, I have a sweet tooth.”

You smile and grab plates and silverware and Jake puts food on both plates. You sit at his kitchen table together, eating breakfast and watching squirrels and birds in his backyard. It’s all so comfortable and natural, and you feel so at home with him.

Jake quickly gets ready and you wash the breakfast dishes while you wait. He slips downstairs and a pair of hands find their way around your waist. “Ready to head out?” He asks lowly in your ear.

You spin around and nod. He plants a single kiss on your lips before you both head out and get in his Jeep.

Jake plugs his phone in and puts his Spotify on shuffle. It’s a quick drive to the farmer’s market and the two of you sing along goofily to the songs playing.

“I know we’re not really trying right now, but you do have a beautiful voice, Jake,” you tell him and his eyebrows raise and cheeks flush, “you should sing more.”

He clears his throat, clearly shy. “Um, maybe.” He nervously chuckles. It tugs at your heartstrings, knowing that he’s so musically gifted in so many ways, but he’s not as confident when it comes to singing.

You reach over to grab his hand and he laces his fingers with yours for the rest of the drive.

The farmer’s market is busy, and you get out of the car and the smell of flowers from a nearby stand instantly hits you and you close your eyes and smile. Jake matches your smile as he watches you open your eyes and turn to him. “Ready?” He asks and you nod, heading towards the crowd of people.

Jake insists that you stop first at the flowers, and he grabs a pretty bunch of wildflowers. You object, but he insists on getting them for you. “Thank you Jake,” you say as you hold them close to your face, “these are so gorgeous.”

He moves his sunglasses up and his eyes are glowing as he looks down at you. “You remind me of wildflowers, you know. They’re vibrant and full of personality. And beautiful.”

Your cheeks darken and you and look up at him. “You’re making me blush, Jacob.”

He chuckles and the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles. “Good, you make me blush all the fucking time.” You giggle and start walking, flowers in hand. Jake puts his sunglasses back on and walks next to you.

The two of you slowly walk through the aisles of stands. It’s crowded, people nearly bumping into each other constantly, and Jake brushes his hand against yours. You think it might have been an accident due to the close proximity you’re forced into, but it happens again and he tries to catch your pinky finger. You pull your hand away.

“Jake, we can’t, what if someone recognizes you?” You whisper quietly and his heart sinks a little. All he wants is to be yours, in public and in private, he doesn’t care what people think or may see.

“I don’t care.” He whispers back, trying to catch your eyes, but you are looking ahead and keeping your hand away from his, holding the flowers in front of you with both hands.

You aren’t even together, hell it’s only been a week and a half since you cut his hair and he invited you to hang out, but there’s a piece of him that’s hurt that you aren’t holding his hand in public when you are kissing and touching each other constantly when no one else is around.

Neither of you say a word as you traipse through the rest of the market and make your way back to his Jeep. You silently get in and stare straight ahead, hands folded in your lap. Jake looks at you and sighs quietly, taking his sunglasses off.

“I meant it. I don’t care if someone sees me holding your hand.” He says, his tone laced with a little bit of hurt.

You turn to look at him. “I care, Jake. I don’t want to cause issues for you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s really okay, I promise. I’m not really stopped in public that often anyways.” He hesitantly moves to grab one of your hands and you let him. He kisses the back of your hand and looks at you. “I like touching you.” He says plainly and you have to stifle a giggle at his forwardness.

“I know, you’re the touchiest person I’ve ever met in my entire life.” You pull your hand back and give him a smirk. “I don’t mind it though.”

He grins at you and leans forward while tapping his lips, silently asking for a kiss and proving your point. You lean forward too and press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Jake doesn’t say anything about how he wishes he could be touching you constantly, how he daydreams about what life could look like with you, how he wishes he was fucking you in the backseat of his Jeep right now, how he desperately wants to call you his and his only. He doesn’t want to scare you with his intensity, but little does he know that you’re starting to feel the same way about him.

“All good? Ready to head out?” He asks instead of revealing any of his thoughts to you and you nod.

After a few minutes of driving with music quietly playing, Jake pulls back into his driveway and turns to look at you. “I’m guessing you’re going to head home?” He asks. You can tell he wants you to stay, but you have your weekend errands to run, and you also want some down time to yourself before launching into yet another week at work.

You nod in response to his question and grab one of his hands in both of yours. “Thank you again for yesterday Jake, it’s been fun hanging out with you. And thank you again for the flowers.”

He gives you a small smile and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s do something this week or next weekend too, yeah?”

You tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. “I’d like that.” You say softly. You lean forward to kiss him. “Text me.” You say as you get out of his Jeep and he grins. “Bye sweetheart, see you soon.” He says and you wave as you get into your car and pull out of his driveway.

Jake watches you drive away and he leans back in his seat, making no effort to go inside his house. Despite the tiny bit of awkwardness earlier, he smiles as he reflects on the last 18 hours spent with you. He hasn’t felt this happy and his heart hasn’t been so full in a long, long time.

Good things are happening. I just need to be patient.

•

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