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joelsgoldrush · 9 months ago

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“crawl home to her” | 7.5k

old man!logan x f!reader

SUMMARY: Will he be able to control himself once he's near you? In this moment, he feels more animal than human. Creeping, on the verge of crawling, back to you. OR Like a sinner seeking absolution, he finds his way back to you after every absence, as if you're the only salvation he's ever known.

WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni smut 18+ cursing. drinking. dirty talk. some fluff. comfort. feelings. self-deprecation. miscommunication. sort of established relationship. age gap (reader's in her late 20s). petnames. religious imagery. logan's POV. chauffeur!logan. dom!logan. reader wears logan's dog tags and clothes. pussy pronouns. phone sex. oral sex (f and m receiving). 69. fingering. masturbation (he jerks off in the limo). one (1) single spank. sort of rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie.

A/N: i wrote this as a part 2 of this story, but still, it can be read as a standalone (i'd recommend that you also read the first part as well �� you'll understand their relationship better). hope you like this one! <3

Logan is tired. Bone-deep, soul-crushingly tired.

He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl inside his chest, teasing his lungs. Doesn’t even bother to crack the window open—why would he?—before exhaling, the haze lingering inside the limo like a fog.

One quick glance at his phone screen just to make sure his vision isn’t screwing him over—no older notifications. A pang of disillusionment settles in his being.

Not only is he fighting to keep his eyes open, exhausted from driving the same family around for the past few days while they enjoy their quality time, but he’s also bored out of his mind.

Where the hell are you?

He adjusts his glasses, pushing them higher up on the bridge of his nose, preventing them from sliding down to his lap. When his phone buzzes, he jolts, nearly hitting his head on the roof of the limo due to his excitement.

His poor heart gallops as he fumbles with the screen, unlocking it with the same urgency as a man starved for contact.

But it’s not you. It’s one of his passengers.

We’re getting out in half an hour, the message reads. By we, she means herself, her husband, and their two kids.

Logan can’t bring himself to type an actual reply, so he leaves her on read. She knows he’s not going anywhere, parked outside the arcade as if he’s rooted in place with no way out.

Family after family enters that hell on earth, kids of all ages bouncing on their heels, voices shrill with enthusiasm. He watches, half-heartedly, as parents get dragged by their little ones, who negotiate how much money they are allowed to spend tonight.

He almost feels bad for those parents. Almost. He hopes that at least they know how to say ‘No’.

All in all, he’s got another thirty minutes of solitude ahead. The radio has long since ceased to entertain him. He’s been parked here for two hours, and his mind is starting to drift. He could stretch his legs, walk around, or maybe grab a drink—but damn it.

He wants to talk to you.

You’d said he could call you after dropping the family off. That was three hours ago. The last message he received from you was still stuck in his head, replaying over and over like a lifeline. Logan knows you must be busy, probably taking care of Charles and—

Okay, he’ll get back to that later.

You: Just got out of the shower. Call me in five?

Right now, he could die a happy man. Were he a dog, his tail would be wagging furiously, anticipation already building for the simple joy of hearing you.

Logan: Got it.

The next five minutes feel like an eternity. He finishes his cigar, flicking the stub beneath the seat without giving it a second thought. For now, he doesn’t care about being a messy fucker. He’ll deal with the mess some other time.

Priorities.

A quick spritz of some cheap air freshener he picked up from a gas station fills the car, masking the distinctive scent of smoke. God forbid the kids start whining about how ‘weird’ it smells in the limo.

With a grimace, he sprays a little more—floral, of all scents? It feels insulting.

How kind of him to still be this considerate.

His thumb hovers over your contact, and he presses the call button with an agility he hasn’t had in years (thanks to you).

One, two, three rings, and then—

“Logan,” you say softly, your voice a little breathless, like you’ve been hurrying all over the place.

He stops grinding his jaw, the tension in his shoulders easing. He unclenches his fists, fingers uncurling one by one, as if letting go of some invisible burden.

Outside the vehicle, people stop dying, babies stop being born, and the world itself pauses just for him to listen to you.

You can’t see him, but he smiles either way. “Hey, baby.”

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. I lost track of time talking to Charles. We had dinner, and then I just—I felt so gross, you know? From cooking and all that. Took a shower, and it got pretty late.”

You end with a sigh, and he imagines you rubbing a hand over your face. “Please tell me you weren’t sleeping when I texted you.”

“Not even close. Still waiting for them.”

“They’re really taking their time, huh?”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” he murmurs, his fingers drumming a soft rhythm on the steering wheel. “How was your day?”

“Great! I’m already in bed.”

“My bed.”

You laugh, that sweet sound making his heart stutter. “Well, yeah. Where else do you want me to sleep if I’m at your place? On the floor?”

If someone had told Logan a year ago that he’d let someone live in his space, let alone take care of Charles, he’d have scoffed. "Pathetic," he’d have said, rolling his eyes with that familiar growl in his throat. Pretty sure he’d also puffed his chest while saying so.

Because Logan Howlett wasn’t one for accepting help. He’s been on his own since the earth was still cooling down.

But for you? He made exceptions. Plenty of them. And if it weren’t for your altruism, he wouldn’t have accepted this job—a job that pays well enough to cover Charles’ meds and put food on the table. He needs this rich family’s money.

“You’ve got a girlfriend now?” Charles had asked, when Logan explained he’d be staying with you while he went away for a few days.

“Big word you’re using there,” Logan had replied, placing two pills into Charles’ palm. The old man gave him a death stare. “Don’t play dumb. It’s not like you don’t know the drill.”

Mumbling something incoherent before swallowing the pills, Charles had taken slow sips of water between each one, sinking back into the mattress with a weary sigh. “If she’s not your girlfriend, then what is she?”

“A friend.”

“That’s nice. Is that what they’re calling it now?”

He shakes that memory away, forcing his mind back to the call. “Try not to be so kind to him. What if he falls in love with you?” he inquires, a mocking tone weaving through his words.

And that’s when you drop the bombshell. “You mean like you did?”

You laugh, but Logan… doesn’t. He can’t do it. He makes sure he’s breathing on command: in and out, in and out, in and out.

The mention of love unsettles him. He doesn’t feel safe anymore, doesn’t know what game you’re playing. Where’s the rulebook?

Is he—could he be—falling in love with you? Is that what you’re implying? And if so, do you feel the same?

In the long run, you mumble: “It was a joke.” Only then do his lungs fill with fresh air, untainted by the weight of his unease. But he can’t let it pass, the fact you sound disappointed. Defeated.

He promised himself he’d never hurt you. Though he doesn’t intend to, it feels as if he’s just stabbed you in the back, twisting the knife further into your frame—unwillingly.

“Remember the—” he pauses a moment, throwing his head back in frustration, silently cursing himself. “The pills. You’ve been giving them to him, right?”

“Yes, Logan.”

“Please, remember it’s only—”

“Logan,” you try again, cutting through the wave of his spiraling thoughts. He can picture you behind closed lids, looking at him through your lashes, your hand resting gently on his chest. “I have it under control, okay? He’s doing alright. I swear I’m taking good care of him.”

“I don’t doubt that, honey.” Casting a glance at the rearview mirror, he feels an unexpected sense of longing for your presence there, like a ghost haunting his every move, confined to the limits of his brain. “Can’t help but worry. That’s all.”

A soft hum reverberates through the line. He hears the rustle of sheets, the sound of you tossing around in his bed, and his pulse quickens at the thought.

“You said you’re sleepin’ on my bed.”

“Good memory you have.”

“You wearin’ my clothes as well?”

Thick silence, the kind he relishes.

“Yeah,” you finally reply, shifting the phone from side to side. You take a deep breath, and add: “I forgot to bring mine.”

He hates how you easily find a way to get him riled up despite being miles away. It must be the power of words.

“I don’t believe you.” He knows he shouldn’t, hates himself for doing it, but one of his hands palms the half-hard bulge in his black slacks, suppressing a low groan. “Think you did it on purpose.”

A rush of heat, sharp and urgent, washes over him. Is he really about to do this? Get himself off in the very car he uses for work? Twisted, incredibly sick of him, he thinks.

Still, he craves more. “Tell me what you’re wearing.”

You laugh at his demanding tone, fanning the flames of his desperation. “When did you turn into a horny teenager?”

“Always been, baby,” Logan purrs, undoing the button of his pants, followed by the fly. His eyes flick upwards for just a moment—no cars, no one in sight. He’s presumably alone. It’s all the confirmation he needs to say: “C’mon. Tell your old man what clothes you stole from him.”

He’s never done this before—phone sex. He’s heard about it, sure, but never imagined he’d fall so hard for the idea. The thrill of it sinks into him, electrifying.

What are you doing? Is your lip caught between your teeth? Do your eyes wander down your own body? Maybe your fingers are already skimming over your skin.

“It’s just a random shirt,” you murmur. “Plain, white.”

“What else?”

“There’s nothing else.”

Logan’s breath hitches as his hand moves to his cock, spotting the damp patch on his briefs where the tip has already started to leak. The moment he slides the elastic down past his balls, he fists his shaft in a slow stroke, going from the base to the head. “No panties? And you expect me t’believe this wasn’t planned?”

Your muffled whimper is like molten lava spilling into his ear, bringing him to full hardness. More shuffling follows on your end, driving him wild with the anticipation. “Why do you do this to me if you’re not here?”

“‘Cause I want you touchin’ yourself just like I’m doin’.” He thumbs the head, hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. He aches to feel your mouth there instead. “Bet that pussy’s been cryin’ out for me, huh? Must’ve got used to me fillin’ her every other night.”

Your breathing grows more uneven, small gasps filtering through the speaker. “I need you here with me. This is—ugh—not enough.”

“What’s not enough, sweetheart?”

There’s a pause as the sound of your phone shifts again, and then he hears it clearly—the wet, needy sound of your fingers working between your legs, filling the silence with the loud squelching of your cunt. “My fingers,” you blurt out, more distant than before, like you’re merging with the bed, dissolving with every touch.

Logan spits roughly into his palm, the slickness of his saliva easing the drag of his calloused hand along his length, good enough to make the movement more satisfying.

He moans aloud, eyes shut tight, your name slipping from his lips, a whispered prayer, as if saying it could somehow summon you to his side. “I spoil you too much,” he rasps, wedging his phone between his ear and shoulder, using every resource available to him, anything to feel something real. “Seems like you’ve forgotten how to make yourself come.”

Your moans follow his, the breathy sounds a clear sign of how close you are, hanging on the edge, your release just a heartbeat away. But it’s not enough, and you need him. He wonders if you can feel his thoughts from miles away, because— “Want your cock so bad, Lo. I m-miss you.”

He has to stop jerking himself to hold off his orgasm, stomping his foot against the pedals. “Fuck, darlin’. You keep sayin’ those things and I swear I’ll be back with you by morning.”

His sole focus now is you—getting you to come. Driven by his growing frenzy, it’s the only coherent thought that claws through the haze in his mind. “Keep talking, please,” you plead, fingers still lost in the heat of your body. “Tell me what you’ll do to me when you see me.”

Logan picks up the rhythm again, his movements faltering as his chest heaves, ragged breaths spilling out while his hand works faster. “Gonna fuck you slow and deep, just how you like it. Face to face, so you can kiss me as much as you want, ‘cause I know my girl loves that, am I right?”

My girl. He’ll regret that one the second the high fades and clarity sets in.

Word after word falls from his lips without thought, uncontrollable, as though he’s surrendered to the storm of desire raging in his being—a storm in which your name is the eye of it all.

You are everywhere, and you take up all the empty spaces he thought were impossible to fill, sinking into the depths of his unconsciousness.

Not a single part of him is left untouched by you, by the power of your presence in his life, consuming him in ways he never imagined.

Your airy mewls ripple through the line, feeding his ravenousness, adding to the tightening knot of pleasure coiling low in his abdomen. His muscles strain, thighs tensing. Each stroke of his hand prolongs this sweet torture.

“Come for me, princess. You’d make me so h-happy if you came right now.”

And you do, because it’s not just his touch anymore—it’s his voice, and the way he commands you without force. How you’ve become accustomed to him, nodding along to each instruction he mutters.

Beneath your fingers, your swollen clit pulses, and though he can’t see it, he imagines it perfectly, having spent enough time worshiping it.

He knows, even from a distance, what your body must be doing. Your back arching off the bed, thighs quivering and clenching tight around your own hand. Those perfect legs of yours trembling as you reach your so-desired climax.

Loud and unrestrained, you moan, and for a moment, he wants to be with you so badly that he ponders if the theory of traveling across time and space sounds that far-fetched after all.

Logan doesn't need much after that for the thread to snap at long last, his groans dying on his lips as he stares in awe at the spurts of his seed landing wherever his eyes fall: a bit on the top of his pants, on his hand, his briefs. His cock twitches in his grip as he continues stroking himself through the aftershocks, gulping when it becomes too much to handle.

So phone sex is off the list now. Great.

“Miss you, too,” he mumbles once he’s caught his breath, tossing his glasses onto the passenger seat. His forehead feels damp to the touch, and he contemplates when was the last time he came this hard.

The elephant in the room hasn’t been addressed yet. He knows you expect him to say more, something deeper and rawer, but that’s all he can force himself to spit out.

Sometimes, he forgets that you can’t read him all the time. Although you know him better than anyone else, there are certain thoughts and memories locked tightly inside him, things you'd never discover on your own. Secrets he admits he should share with you, but he’s at a loss for how. Words aren’t doable when he needs them the most.

Maybe it's a matter of age—you’re a natural at voicing your feelings.

At some point, you ask: “When did you say you were returning?”

One thing’s clear: he can’t afford to lose you. He’d be an idiot if he let that happen.

“In five days, I think.” Were he with you, he'd hold you in his arms, kissing your lips. God, how he misses kissing you. All of you. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“It’s okay,” you respond, and in his mind, a blank canvas fills with the familiar image of you lying on your side, curling into a ball the way you always do. “I should go to sleep. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Thank you for everything. “Get some rest.” Are you still in love with me? “Bye.” I’m coming back. You know how I feel about you, do you?

So much left unsaid, words he lacks the strength to speak. That, along with his come-stained clothes. And, of course, the limousine now perfumed like a flower shop.

Exhaustion clings to him again.

His luck has never been this good.

The next afternoon, one of the couple’s kids falls ill. Must be something he ate, the woman tells Logan, her voice light, though he can hear the shuffle of urgency behind her words.

Her husband packs their bags in the background, the muted thuds of luggage hitting the floor. You know how children are. Their hands are always filthy!

What she doesn’t realize is that Logan, in fact, doesn’t know how children are, because how could he?

He’s holed up in the hotel across the street, his only responsibility being to wait on their call, ready to drive whenever they needed him. Needless to say, his accommodations are nothing like theirs. Not that he minds it—he’s not one for luxury, has never needed it.

Truth be told, he’s no stranger to beds that groan if you shift slightly, clogged toilets that spit back water like they’re alive.

Joy rushes through him when he hears the news. He’s coming back earlier than expected, a thrill building in his chest. Twelve days he’s been away, his greed growing with each second in that desolate hotel room.

Now, the beating of his heart quickens, a faint thrumming as he stares out the window. He debates whether to let you know about his early return or keep it as a surprise. Would it be better if he just showed up?

How would you feel, knowing that, by the time the lights are out, he’ll be yours again?

He knows he should feel sorry for the poor kid, but all he can muster is a look of concern that barely reaches his eyes. Each time they pull into a gas station, he listens to the hurried slap of footsteps as the boy rushes for the bathroom to empty his insides.

He watches in the rearview as the kid’s father shakes his head, clicking his tongue with disapproval. “Do you have kids?” he asks, his voice forced into a casual tone, like he’s trying to break the silence that’s settled between them.

Logan’s only response is to turn up the radio, some pop song he’s never heard spilling from the speakers. The lyrics are a blur of nonsense to him, but it’s enough to drown out the man’s words and the boy’s misery.

Some things never change.

As the sun dips below the horizon, he’s finally free, no longer at anyone’s beck and call. He contemplates the possibility of getting a speeding ticket, weighing his options. It hardly matters. The pull to see you, to feel you, is stronger than anything else.

Even though he tries to think of another time in his life when he felt such a raw need, no memory comes close.

When he does pull up to his place, he does it quietly. Parking the limo, he doesn’t honk, doesn’t announce himself. Fumbling with the keys ever so lightly so as not to wake you up, fitting them into the lock.

His wrist twists, and the door gives way with a soft creak.

Anxiety ripples through him as he steps inside. The smell of freshly cooked food hits him, but it only tightens the knot in his stomach, reminding him of how long it’s been since he last ate.

Later, he tells himself. After. Once he’s sated his true hunger—the kind of hunger that can only be satisfied by sinking his fingers into something real, fleshy, malleable.

Hunger—yes, it’s animalistic, feral even. Will he be able to control himself once he’s near you? In moments like this, he feels more animal than human. Creeping, on the verge of crawling, back to you.

His feet take him to his bedroom, knowing the path to it very well. Fingers hovering over the knob, he takes a deep breath.

It’s already late, past midnight, yet energy courses through his veins as though he’s just woken from a long, ethereal dream.

He finds you asleep, your body wrapped snugly in the sheets, clutching a pillow close to your chest. Your cheek is pressed into it, breathing soft and steady, lulling him in. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he kicks off his shoes, then slips in beside you, mirroring your position.

A lamp sits on his nightstand, one that isn’t his, and he figures you must have brought it from your apartment. There has to be a symbolism for that.

It’s incredible how his entire world can fit into such a narrow bed.

The smart thing would be to let you sleep, to simply watch you for a moment longer. But he can’t help himself.

His thumb lingers near your face before gently cupping your cheek, and the very first contact with your skin sends a shudder through him, the warmth of your skin grounding him. He trails his fingers down to your chin, holding it with just enough pressure to remind himself that he’s here.

Leaning in, he presses his lips softly against your forehead, your typical perfume wrapping around him like a welcome.

Welcome home, Logan.

For the first time, he feels that someone’s been counting down the minutes until his return. He’d always believed a person like him didn’t deserve this. That he just wasn’t built for it.

Countless years had he spent convincing himself he’d never be the kind of man who could inspire love. His life had already been written long ago—predetermined by some cruel hand in the sky.

Destiny, fate, call it what you want—once the cards are laid out, there’s no escaping them. Or so he used to think.

You had taken that pen into your own hands, rewriting his future. You, of all people, had changed his life. No matter what the future held for the two of you, he��d always be grateful. Grateful that you’d seen the dim spark in him that others had chosen to ignore.

Thoughtlessly, his fingers continue their gentle strokes along your cheek, your hair. You stir beside him, shifting in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open, close again, and then open once more, blinking in confusion.

“Logan?” you croak, voice still groggy and thick with sleep, coming to your senses. Before he can respond, you throw yourself on top of him, smothering his face with kisses. “Why—how—”

“Sweetheart,” he says, attempting to hide his grin, but failing when your kisses shift to his neck, your nose nuzzling against his skin. A laugh slips out, warmth flooding his chest.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home early!”

Home. Had he heard right? Had you used that word knowingly?

Peering into your eyes, he catches his reflection in your pupils, tiredness etched into his features. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

“You could’ve told me,” you reply, fingers threading through his greying locks, massaging his scalp. You place a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. “I would’ve waited up for you at least.”

“Well, I’m here now,” he whispers back, gaze drifting to your lips, and you close the space between you, his sigh mingling with yours as one hand cradles the small of your back, fisting the fabric of his shirt. His other hand tilts your head, inviting your tongues to greet each other in an unhurried dance.

You move languidly on top of him, and he notices, breaking the kiss and pulling back. “You’re gonna fall asleep on me, are you?”

The way your lashes flutter in response should be illegal. “I could use a human-size pillow.”

“I should shower first.”

“No.”

“Baby, I smell like gas.”

“So?”

A smirk tugs at his lips at your insistence, and he gently lays you back against the mattress. Drawn to your charm once again, he licks into your mouth, mentally scolding himself when he gets carried away, letting the kiss linger longer than intended.

“I’ll be quick,” he promises, pulling the sheets over your body. Resigned, you simply nod, settling on your side.

Ten minutes later, you’re dozing off, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when he slips into bed, wrapping himself around you from behind. One arm drapes over your waist, the other cushions your head, and there’s not a patch of skin between you left untouched.

Fatigue begins to delve deeper into his bones the longer he stays curled around you, but before the weight of sleep takes him, and the silence steals his chance, he huffs: “I missed you.” His beard grazes your skin in a soft, unintentional caress.

You pull his wrist to your lips, pressing a short-lived kiss to the inside of it. “Missed you, too.”

How the roles have reversed.

In the quietness of this starless night, you leave him no other choice but to believe you.

3:34 a.m. Still hostage to the lack of light outside. The world remains submerged in the gentle tides of sleep, undulating between dreams, except for him.

Logan wakes up at 3:34 a.m. because he’s rock hard, and being flushed against your back wasn’t helping him with his situation at all. If anything, it only heightened it.

He sits at the edge of the bed, his mind running in circles, debating whether he should jump to his feet and head to the bathroom for another shower—this time, a cold one. Returning to sleep, at least in this moment, is not a viable option.

His gaze drifts to the moonlight spilling through the window, casting its pale glow across the room. Is this your doing? The question lingers, unshakable, in his thoughts. It remains as just that: a question.

When you quietly rest your chin on his shoulder, he stifles a sigh, biting the inside of his cheek. Your voice breaks through the quiet.

“What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?” Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you circle his frame, in an effort to persuade him to sink back into the mattress.

“It’s nothing,” he says, pulse accelerating. Please, don’t look down. “I’ll be back in a second.”

“But what is—”

He doesn’t get to hear the rest of your sentence. You do look down, finding the outline of his hardened cock straining against his briefs, stealing your full attention.

“Wow.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“And leave you like this?” One hand creeps toward his waistband, your breath warm against his ear. “Wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.”

Your nails trace a path through the coarse hair at his navel, and Logan tenses. His legs feel like jelly as you cup his balls, fondling them gently between your fingers.

Behind him, your low chuckle stirs something primal in him, making his blood thrum hot beneath his skin. He should be the one doing this to you, not the other way around.

“Darlin’, I don’t—” He’s cut off by his own guttural groan when you fist his length, pumping him in rhythm with his uneven breaths. “I don’t need this.”

“Seems like you do,” you whisper, momentarily halting your ministrations to place your palm in front of his face, hoping he takes the hint. You kiss his stubble, pausing just short of his mouth. “I want to take care of you. Always do.”

Your palm hovers before him, inviting. Grabbing your wrist, he licks it, coating it in his spit and guiding you back down to him. Together, your hands glide along his length, and his gaze locks onto yours, the intensity of it making his neck tense.

You beam with delight under his stare. That red organ caged within his ribs—a blood-pumping machine of passion—surges back to life as he sees you.

He had won the battle. He had triumphed over his past; had lived enough lives, endured enough years, to arrive at this moment.

This had to be the purpose of his existence: to share this part of his stay on earth with you.

“You’re so hard,” you say, twisting your wrist at the tip of his cock, reveling in every buck of his hips, each movement a reflection of his exaltation. “Guess you did miss me.”

With a quiet growl, he reaches behind, nudging your thighs apart until they find your mound, cupping you through your underwear. “I’m not the only one who’s been missin’ someone.” He pulls the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. His nostrils flare as he feels how ready you are. “Why am I not surprised?”

Your breath hitches, and you press yourself closer against him, your tits against his back, mouth teasing at his neck. “That’s what happens when you’re gone.” Another kiss on his nape. “You could take me with you next time.”

“Can’t do that,” he answers, teasing your entrance. “No work would get done.”

His movements cease to a stop. Yours do too. Turning his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, he scrutinizes your expression, pride swelling in his chest as he takes in your affected state.

“You’re not goin’ back to sleep, are you?”

There’s the shake of your head. A single word escapes your lips, imbued with pure fervor: “Please.”

He captures your mouth in an ardent kiss, tugging at your shirt (which is, in fact, his) to undress you, his wandering hands roaming beneath it.

As his mouth meets your neck, something cold brushes against his lips, drawing his gaze down to what’s hanging from your neck.

His dog tags. The ones he had given you before leaving for that job, as his way of telling you I’m coming back without having to say it aloud. And you, as always, understood; had even promised to keep them safe, though he hadn’t expected you to actually wear them.

Now, with your shirt discarded, they lay against your bare skin, his name resting in the valley between your breasts.

“You like ‘em?” His fingers grip the chain and give it a gentle tug, drawing you closer so he can breathe over your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Like knowing you’re mine? You get off on it?”

You nod in agreement. Of course, you do. Though emotionally constipated and not the most expressive, Logan is a lover who knows how to awaken desire—a good lover, indeed. A decent one.

Which is why he agrees to any idea that crosses your mind, like the one you just whispered in his ear.

He may be older than you, but he’s always been more on the traditional side. You, on the other hand, are continually searching for new ways to innovate.

The round globes of your ass jiggle over his face as he spreads you apart, entrenched by how your skin moves above him, your glistening hole clenching around nothing, as if your body itself is calling to him.

With his head propped against the headboard, he watches you take him deeper, your saliva dripping down the wiry hairs of his cock. The slick heat of your tongue traces over his slit, back and forth, driving him to the edge.

When he hears you gag, it stirs something inside him—a deep need to return the favor, to match your devotion.

At the end of the day, he’s a man on a mission, and right now, that mission is you.

Right there, with his nose and mouth buried in you, he wonders why he hadn't thought of this sooner. If he could choose a natural end like any other man, he'd wish for it to be by suffocation—your body his last breath.

Logan inhales deeply, like a man starved, working two of his fingers inside your throbbing center, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your clit, punching moan after moan out of you. Each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.

His beard, streaked with gray, leaves a trail of fire wherever your hips meet his face, pushing back against him. Every so often, you pull off his cock just to ramble, panting, about how good he's making you feel.

From where he lies, you’re a sight to behold, nothing short of divine. “Just what I needed, doll. You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he blurts out, your frantic cries pouring into his ears as he sucks the swollen bud between his lips. “Can’t believe you let me do this to you. You love makin’ your old man happy, don’t you?”

He used to think he'd burn in hell for indulging in the desire to know you like this—raw, ungraceful.

His judgment must be fucked up, because now, all he sees in you is heaven incarnate. You must be the closest thing to it he’ll ever find.

“Shit, I…” you trail off, gasping as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, drinking from your arousal and tasting every bit of you. “I thought about you every day.”

“Bet you did, just like that night I called you. You know how I felt when you told me you were wearing my clothes?” His hand comes down with a firm slap on your right asscheek, drawing a whine from you as your movements falter. “Can smell you all over these sheets. Makes me wonder how many times you made yourself come while I was away.”

You slip the tip of his cock back in your mouth, your hands and lips working in sync. His nose brushes against the plush skin of your thighs before his teeth graze your flesh, biting down just enough to leave a sting. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again, and you moan around him, your throat vibrating against his length.

He makes you come like this, knuckles deep inside you while his thumb circles your clit. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you let go of his dick, and it hits Logan’s stomach with a wet pop. His strong arms tug you closer to his face, eyes falling closed as you ride the wave of your orgasm against his mouth, palms pressed flat on his chest.

For a brief moment, he can’t breathe, can’t feel anything but you, your scent, your taste filling his senses.

Later, he rolls you onto your back and climbs on top of you, uncertain of how much time he has spent lapping at your wetness. His hard length glides along your folds, and he lines himself up without pushing in, looking right into your eyes.

“Remember what I told you that night over the phone?” he asks, his breath coming in quick bursts, and you nod, head lolling back as he pinches your lower lip between his fingers. “Repeat it.”

“Logan—”

“You say it, and I’ll make it happen.”

Perplexity clouds your features. “You said you’d fuck me slow and deep, just h-how I like it. Face to face, because—”. The words escape you, a sob tearing through your throat as he eases the first few inches of himself inside you, your walls instinctively making space to wrap around him.

He’s home.

“Go on. What else did I say?” he teases, relishing in it. He’s guilty as sin. “Or were you too lost in thought touchin’ yourself?”

“F-face to face,” you slur, nails digging into his scarred back, and he keeps plunging his length into your interior to the hilt. Your lips part slightly, craving the kiss that only he can give you. “You said you’d do it face to face so I could kiss you whenever I wanted.”

He hums, low in his throat, as he gives the first thrust of the night, taking great pleasure in your expression: open-mouthed, eyes scrunched, and a slight crease forming between your brows.

Smoothing his thumb over your forehead, he tsks, pausing his movements. “None of that, princess. Look at me, c’mon.”

You obey, forcing your eyes open, and in that instant, he swears he can feel every tremor coursing through you. “Logan,” you coo, your voice aching as you stretch your neck toward his mouth.

The way you say his name—seductively, charged with a fascination that riles him up—manages to ignite a fire only you can kindle. It’s all the invitation he needs.

“I know. Too much, huh?” His tone drips with condescension, teasing in a way that feels almost cruel. He can’t help it, though: it’s in very his nature. “Need to hear you say it. Need you to tell me how much you want this.”

Like everything else in your world, your patience begins to wither, hips instinctively bucking beneath him, seeking even the slightest bit of friction. But he still withholds the kiss you long for, dangling it just out of reach.

“Please,” you beg, voice breaking as you plead. “Fuck me, baby. Missed you so much while you were away. Please, please, please—”

Logan enjoys hearing you beg. He won’t pretend otherwise. There's a satisfaction in knowing he holds this power over you, that he's the only one who can unravel you this way, your body splayed open beneath him.

The thought of others who may have once been in his place, making you fall apart just like this, sets his blood on edge.

Jealousy, sharp and corrosive, crawls up his spine, and it spurs him on, guiding the tempo of his thrusts.

He wonders if he’s ever fucked you this fiercely before, with a passion that pulses from every part of him. You’re given no space for thought, no moment to catch your breath—just his unforgiving pace and the sounds spilling from your lips.

He has a way of breaking you down, turning you into a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him, and you surrender willingly, craving each second of it.

So fuckin’ tight. Can y’hear her? How badly she needs me?

Sex had never felt like this before. He’d grown accustomed to quick, meaningless fucks in poorly lit bars, fleeting encounters that left him questioning if this was all there was. If this wasn’t the best he’d ever know.

For a while, he’d tried to solve that emptiness, searching in nameless lovers and hollow hearts for the very thing he feared most: love.

And yet, he wanted it, yearned it, guarding his desire like a secret he barely admitted to himself. Until one day, you stumbled into his life, and all the strength he thought he had wasn’t enough to push you away.

He presses deep into the back of your thighs, bringing your chests so close they're nearly brushing. Claiming your mouth in a maddening kiss, all teeth and tongue, leaving no space for softness. As he nibbles at your bottom lip, he feels you tighten around him, your cunt pulling him under, clouding his thoughts.

“Close?” he murmurs, hips snapping against you with an utterly obscene rhythm that drowns out the world, better than any song ever made. “Such a good girl. Gonna come, sweetheart? Let me see how gorgeous you look when you fall apart, making a mess just for me.”

The constant, steady drag of his cock doesn’t seem to get old for you. He’s leaving his mark within you, inside you, carving a space for himself. His tip keeps hitting all the right spots, prompting you to tilt your pelvis to meet him halfway, telling him there, yes, there. More, please.

His hand slides down, rubbing your clit with his fingers. Doesn’t need any extra help when doing so, your arousal providing all the slickness he needs. He feels like a runner on the final stretch, the finish line within reach, so close he can almost touch it, savoring the euphoria and bliss of crossing it.

The way you sing his name never loses its allure, despite all the times he’s heard it spill from your lips. Especially at this moment, with him buried deep inside you, every thrust a promise to make you feel good.

You shamelessly come while he keeps driving into you, vigorous and untamed—like a caged animal unleashed, tasting freedom for the very first time.

Ankles digging into his lower back, a trail of persistent kisses along his beard. You want him inside, that much he can tell. It’s not like he ever finishes anywhere else, but the reminder doesn’t bother him. It only serves as a reassurance: that you still want this, want him. You haven’t changed your mind.

He sinks his teeth into your neck the instant he feels his orgasm tearing through him, hips stilling and sagging as a string of grunts abandons his being, dampening your skin even more. He loves to fill you up, it consumes him entirely.

Such an intimate, visceral act, and then he gets to see his seed trickling down your thighs. He realizes that he doesn’t need much to be happy.

You keep kissing him, his neck, his face. It may seem absurd to say that every kiss feels like the first, yet it’s true.

Even after he’s traced all the contours of your mouth and committed every detail of your body to memory, he can’t help but feel that same thrill of excitement he experienced months ago when he dared to push beyond the boundaries he had set for himself.

Staring at each other, naked, all the love in the world seems to fill these four walls. The compassion and tenderness in your gaze remain unchanged. You’re a dream come true.

It can’t end like this. He can’t allow you to drift back into sleep without saying what needs to be said. Something has to happen, something only he can conjure.

“I think…” He hesitates. Starting with I think carries an air of uncertainty. “I don’t—”

“Logan,” you interrupt, your hand finding his. “I know.”

Yes, you do. You always seem to know everything, but that can’t be enough. He can’t lean on your unspoken understanding of his feelings.

“You still deserve to hear it.”

“It’s not necessary.”

“It is.”

More silence. The moon is the solitary spectator of his upcoming declaration.

“You were right,” he begins, drawing your intertwined hands closer to his face, pressing a soft kiss on the back of yours. His voice drops to a murmur. It’s not just his body that feels completely exposed anymore; something deeper within him stands bare. “I’m in love with you.”

You scrutinize him as if he’s revealing the secret to eternal life. Again, you kiss his cheek, cupping it gently with your palm.

“It won’t get any better than this. There are no more layers to peel away, okay?” He offers explanations you never even asked for in the first place. “This is what I am.” Much to his dismay, you overlook his choice of words: what instead of who.

He glances away, his gaze landing on the dog tags resting against your skin. The same old guilt threatens to engulf him, as it does each time without fail, and that seems to be your cue to lower yourself to his eye level, eyebrows raised.

“I’m not with you because I’m waiting for you to change. I like you just as you are, Logan. And I want all of you, both the good and bad stuff.” A gentle smile breaks across your face as you stretch your arm to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand. Placing them on your nose, your eyes twinkle with contentment. “Do they look good on me?”

“You don’t need them yet.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t pull them off.”

“Come here,” he mutters, sighing when you nuzzle his chest, cradling your head between his hands. He ponders what to say, what to do next, but no clear idea sounds promising.

And so it gives you the chance to speak up: “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

I hope I don’t, he thinks to himself as he brushes your hair away from your face, fingers caressing your temples. I hope I never do.

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kooktrash · 8 months ago

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Could I please request a drabble for the bunny adventures couple? It was the first fics of yours, that I ever read and I hold it close to my heart

this one is so niche to my beginner readers peak but yes I’ll do it even tho I feel like hybrid fics are dead 😭if yall reread the original fic it was NOT my best yall im sorry. also unless yall said 18+ in request I’ll most likely not include any nsfw

1k wc

bunny adventures | jeon jungkook drabble

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Life with Jungkook has had its ups and downs. Like every relationship there are times where you need space from him [especially him being overly clingy], and other times you would prefer to stay in bed with him all day. He’s a lot of maintenance and has his own problems from the past but he’s put a lot of trust and growth in himself. He’s become more sure and secure with who he is and where you stand.

Sometimes he’ll get overwhelmed over the littlest things but it didn’t take much from you to calm him down. Lately Jungkook has taken on a bigger role with Hoseok and the tattoo parlor so his days have been longer. He’s been staying at the shop a lot lately where he’s made friends with other hybrids and people, no longer feeling as hostile to others as before. It’s something you’re happy about but you’ve been missing him around. He used to welcome you after work every day and cling to your hip but he’s been busy with himself.

“What time does Kook get home? I want to try out the new VR headset he got,” Jimin said, rolling around on the floor out of boredom while Yoongi typed away on his work laptop.

“Not sure, he should be home any minute though. Just go use it,” You told him pointing to the extra room that once belonged to Jungkook before he invited himself into yours every night. Now it’s just used as a gaming room and a small library for you. Your boyfriend rarely uses it because he’s too focused on following you around everywhere but when he’s home alone or has Jimin or Taehyung over they’ll spend some time gaming. Jungkook had gone on and on about what you got him for his birthday a couple months ago and has been begging him to play but Jimin’s too busy. Now that Jungkook is the busy one and Jimin is free, it still seems like they haven’t been able to hang out as often.

“Are you kidding? You know how possessive he is over his things!” Jimin groaned, “Tell him to hu—“

The words weren’t fully out his mouth when the front door swung open with a grumpy bunny stomping inside. The three of you looked at each other with visibly confused expressions when Jungkook went straight to your bedroom not bothering to greet anyone.

“I don’t you’re paying tonight, bud,” Yoongi said to Jimin as he tried closing out of his Microsoft doc, “He seems moody.”

“Hold on, I’ll go check if he wants to,” You tried telling them so they wouldn’t feel rushed to leave just because Jungkook seemed upset about something. It’s not that you all felt the need to tiptoe around but Jungkook has gotten a lot better at controlling himself and he’s been through a lot so you can’t help it. Yes, he came from the same facility as Jimin but Jimin is aware he didn’t have it as bad as Jungkook all his life.

“Kook,” You knocked on the door to let him know you’re coming in and went inside. You found him on your shared bed hugging your pillow looking so close to falling asleep, “Everything alright?”

“Tired, lay down with me,” Jungkook said lifting an arm up to try and bring you in to him.

“I can’t, Jimin and Yoongi are out there. Jimin has been waiting to game with you,” You said sitting on the edge of the bed, “You don’t want to go out there and at least say hi?”

“Not tonight, it’s been a long day I’m sorry,” Jungkook said with a groan, “Tell him to go play by himself.”

“Jungkook!” Jimin whined from outside the door and it didn’t last long before Yoongi was pulling him back.

“Come on, we’ll try again tomorrow,” Yoongi pulled him by the end of his shirt, dragging away Jimin with a new promise, “We’ll try again tomorrow! Bye Y/n, bye Kook!”

You looked at your boyfriend who scrunched his nose with a sniffle, pulling on your arm to get you down on the bed. With a small sigh, you chose to give in to his needs and let him wrap himself around you in a hug that nearly suffocated you. Since the start of your relationship Jungkook had gone from a cold, distant bunny hybrid to one overly clingy boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” You asked trying to sneak your arms out to hug him back, fingers running through his hair for comfort.

“Nothing, I tried doing this design today and I didn’t like the way it looked at all,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And I’ve been coming home later and later and you leave earlier than me so it feels like our time keeps getting cut shorter and shorter. I love having the guys over but sometimes I just want to come home to you.”

“You always want to just come home to only me,” You teased and this time his nose scrunched with a smile.

“You’re right, and tonight especially I just wanted my pretty girlfriend to snuggle with me,” Jungkook dug his face into your neck trying to rid you of Jimin’s scent and coat you in his own. He loved your lavender smell and when he’s at work he keeps a sweater of yours there that helps calm his nerves. He’ll need to switch it out soon with something that had a stronger scent.

“Alright how about this,” You comb his hair out of his face, “Well, call it an early night and tomorrow I’ll see if I can go in later only if you promise to hang out with Jimin or Taehyung after work.”

“How about we both take the whole day off tomorrow?” He pulled you closer, cheeky grin on his face when you gave him a stern look, “Half a day? Can we meet up for lunch too?”

“Let me think about it, go get cleaned up and I’ll see what we can order for dinner,” You told him already trying to free yourself from his tight hold but he didn’t let up.

“Join me, I’ve missed you so much.”

“You see me everyday, Kook.”

“Is not enough,” He groaned.

::.

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floralpascal · 2 years ago

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Taking Care of You

Summary: You've been stressed out and working like crazy lately. John finally has enough and devises a plan to take care of you and make you forget all about your work.

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only, minors do not interact)

Warnings: stressed reader, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex (you know the drill, wrap it y'all), orgasm denial, praise

A/N: This one goes out to all my stressed and busy babes out there! This is 100% self indulgent since I've been working day and night recently. We all need us some Price to take that stress away

You knew that you had been distant for a while. Work had been piling up on you, responsibilities pressing in from all sides. It seemed like all you did was work, work, work these days.

Your husband, John Price, was as supportive as he always was. He, of all people, understood that sometimes you just had to put your head down and get work done. When he was home with you, he always made sure that you ate and stayed hydrated. He limited your caffeine intake. He made sure you took breaks. In all, he was the most supportive, understanding man on the planet.

…which was why his reaction now was so surprising.

You saw him approach the makeshift office that you had set up at your kitchen table from over your laptop screen. In a soft, even voice he ordered, “Close the computer, love.”

Continuing to type, you spared him a questioning glance as you shook your head. “I just took a break like… an hour ago.”

“Three,” he corrected. “It’s almost eleven at night.”

You whipped your head up to look at the clock that hung on the wall behind him. Sure enough, he was right. Dread spread through you, your brain already kicking into crisis mode. “Shit. God, I’ve got to get this done.”

“It’ll be there tomorrow,” he countered. “You’ve been workin’ like mad all weekend long. I’m not gonna let you run yourself into the ground. So. Shut. The. Laptop.”

He stressed each word, and suddenly you felt what it must’ve been like to have John as a Captain, calm but commanding. Your eyes met his, your mouth open to fight him on the matter, but you found him ready for it, a testing eyebrow raised. It was rare that he would ever tell you what to do, but it always came when he was worried about you and trying to take care of you. Any time you had gotten a significant injury, he had made sure that you stuck to every word of the doctor’s orders.

You huffed and leaned back, already sensing defeat. Instead, you tried to plead with him, “John, I won’t be able to sleep unless I get this done. I’ll just keep thinking about it.”

He put one hand on the table, leaned toward you, and pushed the laptop closed with the other hand. With his face barely a breath from yours and his eyes darkening, he rumbled, “I can fix that.”

Your body reacted to his sultry insinuation immediately, your heart rate jumping in an instant. You couldn’t help but drop your gaze to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “And how’s that?”

“I’ll make it so that you can barely even think anymore. I’ll wear you out so much you’ll fall asleep without even a thought about this,” he said, tapping the closed lid of your laptop.

At times like this, you hated how easy it was for him to get you riled up. He knew exactly how to play you, exactly how to make his gravelly voice even more enticing, exactly what to say to get you squirming in your seat for him like you were now.

You pressed your lips together, thinking for a moment. You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want this. You were so tired of all the work and John knew exactly how to play you. But if he was going to have some fun, then so were you. With a provocative flit to your voice, you challenged, “Then prove it, Captain.”

For a moment, all he did was let a sultry smile pull at his lips. Then he was on you, his hands guiding you up from your chair and his lips finding yours. It was all fire and passion, but yet not too rushed. No, John never rushed this early. He loved to work you up slowly and leave you begging for him to just touch you already. He followed that playbook now, walking you backwards to press you up against the wall, his hand guarding your head from hitting it.

As he tilted your head to give his lips access to your neck, he rasped against your burning skin, “Never too stressed to tease me, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive part of your neck, your hands clawing at his back and tangling in his short hair. After a moment, he moved back up to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours for a long while.

Eventually, his hands on your hips guided you to walk with him towards your shared bedroom. You took turns pulling at the other’s clothes, leaving a trail haphazardly in your wake. By the time you both passed through the doorway, John was only in his boxers and you in your plain black bra and panties. As he laid you back onto the bed, he eyed you as hungrily as he did when you wore lingerie for him.

“D’ya know how fuckin’ sexy you are, love?” His hands pressed against your stomach before roaming up, up, up as slowly as possible. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ghosted his hands over your bra, arching shamelessly into his touch. Still drinking the sight of you in, he rasped, “Gotta take care of you. Gotta make sure I get rid of all that stress, all those worries.”

“John…” you whined, already needy and falling for his plan. One side of his mustache raised in a smile, clearly understanding that he already had you right how he wanted you. “Just touch me, please.”

John chuckled, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before placing a kiss just over your heart. “I am touchin’ you, baby.”

“Fuck, John, you know what I mean.”

He pressed the faintest of kisses up your chest and to your neck. Against the skin of your neck, he teased, “Maybe I don’t. Tell me. Use your words, love.”

Despite his insistence, he gave you no time to answer. Instead, his lips found the sensitive column of your neck, the touch no longer feather-light like it had been before. Now, he kissed and nipped with a passion that had you gasping beneath him.

“Hhm? I didn’t catch that. Gotta speak up,” he mumbled next to your ear, the heavy timber of it sending shivers down your spine. But you could feel the curve of his lips against your soft skin, his beard prickling you as he did.

“Don’t be a tease,” you grumbled halfheartedly. Even now, though, you couldn’t resist him. Giving in, you begged, “God, just fuck me, John.”

He made a sound of appreciation, deep and reverberating, the kind you could feel in your own chest. Leaning up over you, his icy blue eyes came to meet yours. “Now, was that really that hard?”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own smile as you grabbed his neck and leaned up to give him a bruising kiss. Returning the heat immediately, he dropped the act for a moment. Lips moving in tandem with yours, urgency lacing every movement, you felt him get lost in it. Surely enough, as he adjusted over top of you, you felt his hard-on graze your lower stomach. You chased him, hooking a leg over his hip to roll your hips against him. He groaned into your mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

“So impatient today,” John chided. He pulled away and sat up, his hands coming to unhook and discard your bra on the floor. As he went to do the same with your underwear, you breathed a sigh of relief thinking that the torture of his teasing was finally over.

Settling between your thighs, a man in heaven, he brought his mouth close to where you needed him. However, at the last second, his breath dusting your sensitive skin, he turned and brought his lips to the inside of your thigh instead. He still couldn’t hide his smile when you groaned in frustration.

You were in for a hell of a ride. When he got in a teasing mood like this, there was no stopping him.

Beard and mustache picking deliciously against you, he kissed up one thigh. Then, when he almost reached your center again, your breath hitching, he switched to the other thigh. There were some days when he did this that it felt like heaven — days when you were already losing yourself to the feel of him before he even got going. While you tried to conjure up that more present, more patient version of yourself, it didn’t seem possible now. You needed him so badly it ached.

When your fingers found their way into his hair and gave him a light tug in the direction you needed him, he finally let you have your way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, a small chuckle shaking the broad plane of his back. As he lowered his head, his hooded eyes meeting yours, he purred, “If tha’s really what you want, love. Have it your way.”

With that, he finally brought his tongue to you. Ever so slowly, he licked into you, drawing a gasp from your chest. Sliding his hands up from your hips to hold the sides of your stomach, his tongue made a twin journey up to your clit. He flicked his tongue a few times, slowly testing you.

Though it was all too slow for your liking, he steadily built up the pace. The scrape of his beard. The flick of his tongue. The reverb of his moan as you tugged on his strands. It was a delicious cycle, speeding up each time through.

You let your head tip back into the pillow as you finally felt that tension in your stomach — a coil winding tighter and tighter. Your breath was ragged now, your legs already bracing around John’s head.

“Yes,” you panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Just like that. I’m so- I’m so clo-”

Right as you were about to crest that hill, John pulled away all at once. Your orgasm dissipated like a wave against the beach — there one moment and gone the next.

You whipped your head up to look at him, disbelief and righteous fury in your eyes. You were met only with a hungry, conniving smirk from the infuriatingly sexy man between your thighs. In this moment, even with his beard and the signs of age on his face, he didn’t seem a day older than the first time you had seen this smirk. The John Price that smirked in triumph at you now was the same as the John Price who had done it for the first time nearly a decade earlier. Had you not just had euphoria ripped away from you, you probably would’ve been more sentimental about this revelation.

“Jonathan Price, I swear to god-”

You were cut off by another one of his chuckles. He licked his lips slowly, making sure you watched as he tasted you. “Still too stressed, love. Don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“You teasing asshole,” you huffed, but the edge was lost to it.

It only made him smirk even more. “Fine,” he acquiesced, leaning back down. “Let’s try this again.”

At the same time that his mouth found your clit again, one of his hands traveled down to slip a finger into your dripping entrance. A small moan escaped you at the new sensation. As he started to build you back up again, his mouth and finger moving in tandem, you couldn’t help but forget his past transgressions. All that mattered now was the buildup leading to the big drop, the wonder that John could work between your thighs.

Suddenly, he slipped a second finger into you, drawing a surprised whine from your lips. “Ohh… oh, fuck…”

He groaned in approval, the vibrations of his mouth against you only upping the unbearable pleasure.

You were there again, so close to the edge that you could practically see it. Your body tensed in anticipation of the drop like a rollercoaster. It was just-

John pulled away again, shattering the buildup to your orgasm for the second time.

You let out a pained hybrid of a groan and a whine. Now, rather than annoyance coursing its way through you, all you had was desperation. “Fuck! John, please!”

“Hmmm, there we go,” he mused. “Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.”

“Please let me come, baby,” you pleaded. “I need it so bad.”

Pushing himself up, your heart sunk at the thought that he might keep teasing you and leave you hanging. Though he was never, ever one to leave you wanting, you were too far out of it to think straight anymore. All you knew was that you needed him and he was holding that just out of reach.

Instead, he climbed up to lean over you. With a gentle hand, he cradled your jaw, making you look at him. Your slick glistened on his chin and beard. His pupils were blown wide, the icy blue of them nearly lost to it. With how much self control he had, his eyes and the tent in his boxers were the only indications that he was as affected by this as you were.

“D’ya think you’re ready for me, beautiful? Think you can take me?”

You nodded immediately, still breathless. “Need you so bad, baby. Please. I can take it.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before nodding. “That’s my girl.”

Finally, he stripped off his boxers, revealing his red, leaking cock. You couldn’t stop the small whine you made at the sight, your need for him overriding any coherent thought.

John pushed into you in one swift stroke, drawing your nails to scrape across his back. The stretch was delicious, tearing you apart and soothing the insatiable ache in your core at the same time.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ perfect for me,” he praised. If the feeling of him seated inside you wasn’t already enough to set you ablaze, his praise was. It always was.

His arms came to rest by either side of your head as he leaned down and stole a heated kiss from your lips. Then, he drew himself slowly out of you before sharply driving back into you again. Your body shook with the force of it, forcing you to break from his lips as you let out the most lewd moan of the night.

But, of course, that was just the beginning. John continued like that, fucking you harder with every quick snap of his hips until the only sound in your bedroom was the slap of skin on skin and both of your grunts and moans of pleasure.

“This what you needed, baby?” John asked, voice gravelly and breathy. “You needed to get fucked this good?”

Your voice caught in your throat, a strangled sound coming out in place of an affirmation.

He sped up his pace, his cock hitting so deep within you that you had to squeeze your eyes shut. He groaned, “My good girl. Always workin’ so bloody hard. You deserve this — deserve to just let me take care of you.”

Your pussy clenched around him at his praise, drawing groans from you both. You clawed at his back, searching for some sort of tether in the tidal wave of pleasure you were trapped in now. For the third time tonight, you could see the salvation of your orgasm on the horizon. Having been denied it so many times, its immensity and force was almost alarming.

Though you were too lost in John to think clearly, you were able to gasp out one plea. “Don’t stop! Baby, don’t- don’t stop!”

Rhythm growing sloppy, John assured, “Not gonna stop this time. Been so fuckin’ good for me. Come for me, love.”

That’s all it took to have you falling apart on his cock, the tension in your stomach snapping in an overwhelming flood of euphoria. Breath catching in your chest as you rode out the high, John continued to fuck you through it, murmuring deep praises all the while.

Just as you were coming back down to earth, your body finally feeling like it was yours again, John was nearing his high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, head lowered by your ear. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he was burying himself to the hilt in you, his warm cum coating your walls. You gasped at the feeling as he ground his hips into yours a little.

Still propped on his arms, he sagged down over you, his breath ragged like yours. You dragged a hand up from his shoulder blade and into his hair, letting your fingers card through the soft strands as John came back to you and pulled out. Then, he lifted up enough to meet your gaze again. He took you in for a moment before leaning down and giving you one last heated kiss.

The two of you clearly spent, he leaned his forehead against yours after he broke away. He brought a large, calloused hand to brush against your cheek.

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mused. “I love you.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I love you.”

“Feelin’ better?”

“So much better,” you answered. The stress and pressure you had felt for days was gone now, replaced only with the feeling of John. For the first time in a long time, you truly felt relaxed.

“I told you I could fix it,” he said triumphantly, wiggling an eyebrow at you.

After taking a moment to clean you both up, John crawled back into bed and shifted to spoon you from behind. With his strong arm over your stomach and your legs intertwined, you let him envelop you. As sleep slowly pulled you under, the only thought on your mind was him.

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isak-dot-gov · 1 year ago

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I'm gon' make you feel it

A/n: Uh hey. This is the first time I'm posting on here so I hope you like it. Kinda nervous btw. Also not proofread.

Word count: 2226

Summary: Months after you and Rhea break up, your best friends decide to take you out for a night in the city after not seeing you for a while. while there, you run into Rhea and the rest of the Judgement Day.

Warnings: Suggestive(nothing actually done tho)

My masterlist :)

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“Y/n, come on. We haven’t gone out in so long,” I heard Jasmine say.

“She’s right, y/n/n, you’ve been MIA for so long now. Please come out with us,” Eve says.

Jasmine and Eve have been my best friends since the three of us were in the first grade. We were placed at the same table in the classroom’s seating chart on the first day and we’ve been friends ever since. They have been with me through all my highs, lows, and everything in between. From celebrating birthdays and acing tests to comforting each other through heartbreaks and family troubles, our bond has only grown stronger. We've shared countless sleepovers, road trips, and late-night talks that have made us inseparable.

Tonight they were trying to get me to join them on one of our ‘late night adventures’. Basically what would happen is that we would get ready to go out and hit the city with zero plans or expectations on what we would be doing or what the outcome of the night would be. Sometimes it would be going from one club to the other and sleeping over at one of our houses. Other times it would end with us getting matching tattoos. The most recent one of these nights was about six months ago, a month after I broke up with Rhea. We got tipsy, went to a trampoline park and I ended up getting a brand new set of nipple piercings. To say these nights were some of the most fun I’ve ever had would definitely be an understatement.

“Girls, I don’t think I’m up to it tonight. I’ve been so busy with work lately,” I said with a tired sigh. Ever since Rhea and I broke up, I’ve thrown myself into my work as a way of avoiding the feelings I not only had for our situation but for her as well. Rhea and I broke up seven months ago after a huge argument. She felt that I shouldn’t be having so many female friends and that I could potentially be cheating on her with one of them, which was completely untrue. The reason I had so many female friends was because I was in an all-girls school for my whole primary and highschool, because of this women have always taken up the majority of my social life. Unfortunately for me, Rhea had always been the jealous type and no amount of reassurance that I gave her ever seemed to calm the green monster that tended to take over whenever I hung out with people she didn’t like. Getting to the point where I was willing to let her go was hard, but I was able to do it after Jasmine and Eve showed me exactly how unhealthy we were together.

I was a wreck for a few weeks after the breakup. Rhea would constantly call, so much so that I had to turn my phone off and only have it on during the hours that she spent working because I knew she tended to stay far away from her phone during those hours. I never wanted to leave the house and I barely got any sleep in. Thankfully, my best friends got sick of it quite quickly and made me start coming out of my shell again.

“Girl, that’s exactly why we should be going out tonight,” Eve says.

“Let loose a little. Give us 30 minutes of your time. We promise if you really feel uncomfortable after that time we’ll go to my place and watch a movie or something,” Jasmine says.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” my best friends say in unison.

“Ok ok, I’ll do it,” I say with a smile.

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah!”

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Two hours later and I’m sitting on a bar stool with my friends on either side of me and my third drink of the night in my hand. We reminisce on our primary and highschool years when four people enter the bar and completely shift the atmosphere in the room. I notice the bartender slightly shift her posture and briefly check herself in the reflective wall that stood behind her, facing those sitting in the bar. After she does so I hear a familiar voice next to me say and my high spirit for the night is immediately crushed.

“Uh can I get two whiskeys on the rocks, a gin and tonic, and a martini?” Damian, Rhea’s friend and fellow Judgement Day member, says next to me. I freeze and shut my eyes tightly, while doing so, I hear Jasmine and Eve fall silent and keep their eyes on me. Once I open my eyes, I notice their eyes on me as they carry sympathy for my current state.

“Oh hey, y/n. I haven’t seen you since…” he trails off and I can hear the cautious tone in his voice as he stops himself from saying anything that would make me uncomfortable. I always preferred Damian over the rest of Rhea’s friends, he always felt the need to make sure I was ok and in moments like these, I really appreciated him for it.

“Hey, Dami. How have you been? What brings you out here?” I saw with a strained smile. I have no idea why I feel this way or why I’m acting this way towards him. He never did anything to me, in fact, all he’s ever done was look out for me.

“I’ve been doing alright. Judgement Day’s going to Wrestlemania, so we decided to go out for drinks as a way of celebrating,” he says with a soft smile. Soon after, the bartender brings the drinks he ordered for him and his friends with a flirty smile and a wink. Uh, ok I guess.

“Anyways, I’ll hopefully see you around. I’ll tell the rest you say hi,” he says.

“Oh you don’t need to…” I start but he walks away before I get to the end of my sentence.

“Well that went better than I thought it would,” Jasmine says obliviously. Eve and I shoot her side-eyes as she gives the two of us a genuine smile, the Essence blush she’s wearing showing on her cheeks a little more due to the lighting in the bar.

“Do you want to leave, y/n. We don’t mind if you do,” Eve says compassionately.

“No no. We were having fun. I don’t want to leave yet,” I say and genuinely mean. I haven’t felt this free in so long and I would be damned if I let Rhea’s presence in this bar ruin that freedom for me.

My friends both give me light nods and we continue with our conversation. As the night continues, one of our favourite songs from our highschool years, ‘No Hands’ by Waka Flocka Flame, starts playing. The three of us immediately get hyped and start making our way to the dance floor to dance. The start of that song marks a streak of throwback songs from the DJ and we continue dancing for a while. As we do so I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, when I look up I notice Rhea and the rest of her friends watching me. I make eye contact with each of them one by one before my eyes focus on the girl whose whole being makes my heart dizzy. She has an attentive look with a hint of longing in her eyes as she undresses me with them. With the new found confidence in my system brought by the many drinks I've had tonight, I find it in me to wink and decide to give her a show.

‘Feel It’ by Jacquees starts blaring through the speakers and my friends and I huddle up onto each other by our fronts and backs. I’m in front with Jasmine right behind me, her left hand on my left hip and her right hand on Eve’s right hip and Eve’s hands on both of Jasmine’s hips. We start swaying together to the beat of the song and sing along. At the position I’m standing at, I have a clear view of Rhea’s booth on the upper level of the bar. She’s sitting forward with her elbows on her knees and a drink in her hand as she watches me intensely. The chorus of the song starts and I start swaying my hips in circles as Jasmine and Eve take it as a sign to follow my lead. The three of us move in sync as the song continues. I get a little too into the song as a few minutes later I feel Jasmine’s hand remove itself from my hips and two, much larger, hands replace hers on either side of my hands.

“You two wouldn’t mind if I borrowed your friend for the night, would you?”

My girls take a moment to look at me for reassurance in the response they’re going to give and I nod lightly as a sign of telling them I’ll be ok with her.

“Oh sure, Rhea. Take her home in the morning and don’t do any weird shit,” Jasmine says as she turns her attention to Eve.

“Call us if she starts acting up,” Eve says, sending a glare with her blue eyes to Rhea. I nod and feel Rhea pull me by my waist to the exit of the bar. We walk to her car slowly and in silence as the heels I chose to wear tonight start proving to be harder to walk in. Rhea quickly got impatient with my instability and swiftly lifted me up bridal style before making the rest of the walk to her car. She opens the door to her passenger seat and softly places me in the seat before closing the door and climbing in at the driver’s side.

“You’ve never done that before,” I say as she pulls out of her parking spot and makes her way to her house.

She looks at me briefly with confusion and says, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“You’ve never opened the car door for me. That’s a first.”

“Huh. I guess it is,” she says.

As I look around in her car I notice a bright pink hair tie on her wrist. Without thinking I point at it and say, “Where’d you get that? I like it. Might just get one.”

“Sweetness, this is yours. You left it at mine after you know what happened,” she says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” a moment of silence passes before she says, “How have you been, sweetness. We haven’t spoken in a while.”

Fuck. There’s that Australian accent that I’ve never had the self-control to resist.

“Uh, um, I’ve been good. I mean, as good as a person can be after a break up. You know, I don’t think you should be calling me that,” I say.

“Calling you what, sweetness?” she asks.

“Sweetness. It does things to me.”

She chuckles lightly before she says, “It does things to you? Whatever could you be talking about, my love?”

I tilt my head back into the headrest of the car as I exhale deeply. “Don’t play dumb with me, Rhea. We both know you’re way smarter than that. Don’t act like you have no idea all the things you do to my body by simply being this close to me. This isn’t a good idea and we know it isn’t.”

“But I’ve missed you,” was her only response.

“I know, Rhea. And I’ve missed you too. You know that,” I say.

As she parks in her driveway she turns to me and asks, “Then why did you leave me?”

I turn towards her and respond, “We weren’t good for each other. You know that. I know that. We were only pulling each other down by being together.”

She gives me a tight lipped smile before saying, “What do I need to do? I can be better, I promise I can. I know I wasn’t a good girlfriend in the past. I was a dick. We both know that, and even when you tried to make me feel secure in our relationship I still pushed you away and blamed you for all my insecurities. I just need the chance to prove that to you. I don’t think I can hand any more time away from you, baby. Take me back. Please?”

This is a side of Rhea I’ve never seen before, and I chose to proceed cautiously because of that. She has always had the ability to use her words to get what she wants from people. However, something in the way she was looking at me made me feel like she was being sincere and my heart couldn’t help but fall for her all over again.

“Fuck I missed you,” I say as I capture her lips with mine. The kiss started out softly but turned hard and passionate really quickly. Rhea held onto me extremely tightly as if she was afraid I’d vanish at any moment. Her hands travelled to my waist and squeezed tightly, earning a breathy whimper from my lips.

“Rhea,” I said in a moan as her lips found their way on my neck.

“Mhm, baby? Tell me what you need,” she said.

“Please take me your house and fuck me.”

“That I can definitely do for you, sweetness.”

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe #womenswrestling

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cutestbow · 8 months ago

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Summary: y/n has to tell Jack the truth, (based off of the song futile devices)

Notes: I’m finally back!!, also very unedited so please excuse any mistakes!!

Warnings: self hatred, guilt, basically leading someone on. And that should be it if not let me know!!!

It’s been a long long time since I’ve memorized your face.

Laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit apartment i had been in for the last 4 hours, i had told myself id go home twenty minutes ago but that never ends well when im with my friends

“So y/n? hows jack going?” my friend asked, the question gaining attention from the others as if they had been wondering also.

“Oh it’s going well, he’s a really good guy.” I shrugged smiling at the thought of the brown haired boy.

“Thats it? You’re not going to give us any special details about him?” She groaned to my vague response.

“Yeah, like he doesn’t have a beauty mark on his left cheek-“ another one had chimed in

“No, his upper right lip!” I blurted out embarrassingly fast.

All chatter had stopped in that moment, the only noise being the tv that had been faintly playing in the background.

My face burned red from my sudden comment, if my friend no cited she hadn’t said anything about, she just smirked and took a drink from the glass that had been sitting in front of her.

“Well at least Christian’s out of the picture.” She stated once more before diving into conversation with one of the girls sat at the table.

I nodded but it didn’t feel right almost as if it weren’t genuine.

It’s been four hours now since I’ve wandered through your place.

Jack had left his apartment hours ago but i still remained after hours of him begging i stay and just watch the game from his house, so that’s where i had been left at now

Walking through the halls of his somewhat clean apartment, for someone who lives by themselves he really did try to keep some type of theme going.

I laughed at a photo he had kept near his bed of him and his brother when they were younger, it was a photo of when they lived in Canada the setting being somewhere snowy and the three brothers looking confused and unready for the photo.

I sat the photo back down and looked over at the clock that had also been on the side of his bed, i sighed walking out of the room and back to the couch to watch the puck drop.

And when i sleep on your couch i feel very safe, and when you bring the blankets, I cover up my face.

It was normal for me and jack to have our annual movie nights on friday, and work had kicked my butt the following week and I hadn’t planned on going this Friday but i knew jack had been looking forwards to it stating that he found a new movie that we might like so I couldn’t decline.

We had been laying on the couch, my head on his shoulder and eyes slowing opening and closing once and a while, i quickly snapped out of that stare once the arms that had once been wrapped around me were gone.

“Where are you going?” I asked as jack got up from his spot on the couch.

He didnt reply and disappeared into his bedroom, i had went to get up before he reappeared again, this time with a large comforter.

I sighed with embarrassment and guilt, “Jack im fine.” I said

“No you’re not, you’ve had a busy week. If you were tired, you could have stayed home.” He responded, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He layed me back into the couch carefully wrapping the comforter around my tired body.

The droopy state from before slowly coming back

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I let out one last sigh before I closed my eyes.

And i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard. So I won’t say it at all.

It had been a beautiful day, and usually on days like these Jack would tend to drag me out of my apartment to go on a picnic.

I carefully set a blanket down over the patch of grass we thought would be perfect spot to settle, I watched as he set the basket down and very carefully pulled each container of fruit and crackers out.

Jack had always been easy to talk too I never had to filter myself around him, but I didn’t deserve a person like him.

I watched him as layed propped up on one shoulder talking about anything and everything, slowly biting into my cherry. I paused for a moment before rubbing the bitten cherry against his cheek leaving a pink stain.

I laughed at his reaction going to wipe it away before quickly getting pulled down and the previous cherry being rubbed on my face now

I laughed attempting to push him away but it was no use he was stronger.

“Now we’re even.” He spoke, smiling down at me.

we stared at each other for moments, three words I died to say lingered at the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to him.

And I won’t stay very long,

Tears rolled down my face as I found myself in-front of a door I’ve been faced with for months now, my heart banging against my chest.

I waited for a moment before the door swung open to a half awake Jack, his eyebrows furrowed in worry at my distressed state.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked softly pulling me into his apartment, I pulled away slowly.

“I’m sorry jack” I cried lowering my head

“You’re so good to me, but I just can’t seem to-“ I sobbed uncontrollably, unsure if he could even understand me.

“I know.” He responded softly. My head shot up realization and guilt washing over me.

He knew the entire time, but why?, the question repeating over and over in my head.

“I’m so sorry jack” I cried, the sobs becoming more violent as he pulled me into an embrace.

“It’s not your fault,” he shook his head

“I just can’t see how I’m supposed to love if I can’t love myself.” I spoke once my cries softened.

“I want to love you,” I said pulling away, watching as tears threatened to spill from his eyes

“But I just can’t” I finished, attempting to wipe the spilling tears away.

He nodded in agreement giving me an understanding smile

“It’s ok” he reassured me as if I wasn’t breaking his heart.

“I understand if you’re mad or annoyed with me I don’t know why I’m like this” I spoke lowly, the lump in my throat making my words shaky.

Jack embraced me once more, this time hushing me

“If you knew why did you stay, why did waste your time if you knew you’d get hurt in the end.” i questioned

He sighed, “because the thought of not having you at all hurt to much.”

But you are the life I needed all along.

I smiled as me and a group of my friends stumbled into a bar we had been dying to go to for the past month.

the smell of alcohol and burnt out cigarettes washing over me in a second.

I watched as a few of the members separated going there own ways, leaving me a one ther girl.

We had decided to settle at the little bar ordering two beers for night.

I grabbed the cup swiftly taking a sip before setting it back down onto the table. I skimmed over the bar watching as people danced and played pool.

My heart immediately skipped a beat once I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes that had been staring at me from across the bar.

I hadn’t seen or spoken to Jack in a year. Or really since that one night in his apartment. I would say we ended on good terms.

My face burned red as he waved at me with a soft smile.

I waved back, nervously smiling. I watched as he began to mouth something.

“You look beautiful.” he mouthed slowly

“I feel beautiful.” I excitedly mouthed back.

He laughed at my response from across the bar.

“Good.” he nodded.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #Spotify

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vervainandspritz · 11 months ago

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Not Now, Not Ever

Part 1

Sorry it took so long. I was busy.

The view was almost pleasant. Where ‘almost’ was the key word in the eyes of a person who spent most of their life seeing it: a tall building in the city center, surrounded by even taller expectations of people who somehow got there. In recent years, more and more people were finding a way to earn time. Whether it was by honestly earning it, luck or tearing it out of some poor bastard who entered the city in search of cheap pleasure and a good time, unfortunately encountering such a frequent guest. Death.

Because that's what Dayton was known for: cheap pleasure and death.

No matter how much time passed, the luridness of Dayton lingered in Y/N’s deepest thoughts and memories. Thus the view here wasn't too bad. Dark eyes closely watched people who'd pass by the building, as her hand twirled her pen.

What a silly habit it was.

It helped her focus, at the same time ensuring that her eyes would not wander to the man sitting on the other side of the large office. Sighing deeply, Y/N leaned forward as her elbows made contact with the desk before reaching for the keyboard. The combination of symbols and numbers created password she knew by heart, typing it in within a single glance.

Hundreds of files, cases hidden under certain codes, were only known to the timekeepers who belonged to the group called A6. A6 consisted of three members. One of them was stationed ten floors higher, with gold letters on his office door, wrinkles on his face and the whole system in his hands. The second member was sitting directly in front of Y/N, separated by ten feet of distance and his stone cold expression. Raymond Leon. Even though Greenwich was bursting at the seams with people who looked permanently young, he was one of the few people she ever encountered who… never changed, not even slightly.

He had a blank expression adorning his face accompanied by scars crossing his pale skin. Weirdly bright, blue eyes dispassionately observed the environment he'd find himself in, no matter where and when. His hair slicked back perfectly, which sometimes drove her mad when she'd wake up in a worse mood.

How could he possibly do it? Not a single strand of stray black hair on his forehead throughout all the years they worked together. Scoffing quietly she rolled her eyes, realizing that her thoughts wandered once again.

It wasn't the best day. She usually had focus, but the switch she learned to make going through the entrance of the building seemed to not work very well today. Her mind was consumed with the wistfulness of the free will she used to have in the past.

Before it all started. Before she became something more than Y/N Y/L/N. Before becoming a Timekeeper.

Several decades ago when she had more in her than this fucking badge in the pocket of her leather coat.

As she suddenly got up, the armchair rolled with a screeching sound. Raymond's attention shifted to Y/N as he raised his eyebrows, looking over his screen at her feminine silhouette.

He didn't say a word, even though he wanted to ask.

She didn't say a word, even though she saw him looking.

Passing by his desk, she grabbed a lighter wordlessly as she moved towards the window, opening it wide on the arms length. The disparate feelings of fresh air and the burning nicotine filling up her lungs was all she needed at the moment.

Feeling the not quite unpleasant scent of tobacco in the air, Raymond was just about to get up to join his colleague in the window when suddenly the door swung open.

“Leon, Y/L/N” A forty year old looking woman stood in the doorway clutching onto a file with a fierce expression on her face. This felt like a breath of fresh air after spending several hours with Raymond’s impassiveness, Y/N thought. “Jameson was found dead thirty miles out of Dayton. We're dropping the case.” She said in a tired voice. Not waiting for an answer, the woman took a step back before disappearing behind the black door.

Y/N scoffed with annoyance. It was the cherry on top of her already bad mood.

“Sure, I only worked on it for two weeks. No biggie.” Her voice was stuffed with sarcasm. Her barely contained frustration filled the now silent room, getting a chuckle out of Raymond.

“In a great mood, aren't we?” He replied with a blank expression, playful mockery in his tone that he used so often, almost like a tool towards Y/N.

Getting up he closed the file, before approaching the window that she stood by. He pulled a pack of menthol cigarettes out of his coat and snatched the lighter out of her hand.

Y/N didn't reply, glancing sideways at him while taking a drag.

“Kinda funny for someone who can't even smoke like a man.” She replied smoothly, without missing a beat causing him to slightly lift one corner of his lips.

“You're enough of a man for both of us.” came out of his mouth along with a trail of smoke. Y/N realized it was only the second sentence he said to her that day, and yet, she had enough of his talking.

Putting her cigarette out, Y/N passed by him, getting back to work and leaving him standing there. Finally, she managed to get to work.

The weather was windy, the sensation of fresh air glazing his skin felt good accompanied by the scent of her perfumes and smoke. Strangely calming, even though he couldn't put his finger on what she smelled like. It's not like it matters, anyway, he thought watching over the busy city center. People rushing places even as the sun started to set was not a surprise, as Greenwich barely slept bustling with life.

Raymond rarely experienced the time where he could just be. Without pacing and his mind being on constant overdrive.

Just like now, standing by the window and pondering on the scent of his colleague's perfume, a calmness settled somewhere between his ribs. He realized that after so many years spent here in this building, with a steely badge on his chest, and with the sound of Y/N’s nails clacking against the keyboard in the background, he felt at home.

***

The whole day passed uneventfully, spent on typical, boring office work. They’d clash every now and then during the rare cigarette and coffee breaks. It was more to break the tension than out of spite; a practiced routine.

While the ticking of the clock used to be a menacing sound some years ago, now it just meant that the end of her shift was getting closer. Eventually Y/N logged out of the system, leaning back on her chair as she scanned over her few belongings on the desk.

One would think that spending most of her days for several years here, she'd have more knick knacks lingering around, but her desk was neat. Almost like a brand new working space. Y/N believed there was no need for additional chaos in her space.

As she stood up, throwing the coat over her shoulders, Raymond didn't move or look up, focused on his tasks, or at least he made himself look like it.

He almost never finished his work when others did. Some people in the office even wondered whether he’d spend his nights there sometimes. So it wasn't new to see him remaining seated as Y/N zipped up her coat, gathered her belongings, and shoved them in her purse before heading out. No words were said as the door shut behind her.

Only when complete silence filled the room did Raymond allow himself to relax a little. He slumped into the armchair as he tilted his head back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Subconsciously, he regretted how the sweet scent of her perfume faded away when in her absence.

***

Y/N couldn't help but feel bitterness. She remembered the time when she felt relief arriving home. That feeling was long gone once the hope of turning the apartment into an actual home faded. It was hard to make peace with, but there was nothing she couldn't handle.

Not anymore.

Y/N took a long shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. Subconsciously she skipped the kitchen, as she didn't feel like eating anything.

Wine was another story though, Y/N thought, chuckling when she grabbed her favourite kind. Not bothering to get a glass, she headed to the living room and settled onto her couch. She took her sweet time drinking, smoking, and letting herself dive into her chaotic and melancholic thoughts. Driven by the sour feeling on the tip of her tongue, Y/N pulled out her phone and scrolled to the unanswered message that had been sitting there for longer than it should have. She finally typed her reply.

“Okay, one date. Tomorrow 8 PM” she sent, tossing her phone aside before she'd change her mind.

A deep sigh left her lips, followed by a chuckle. What a mess.

***

“Fuck!” Raymond exclaimed, followed by a hiss when the heavy door made contact with his back, tearing him out of his thoughts and forcing him to stop reading the file he was holding. Turning around he noticed Y/N entering the office.

She couldn't help but let out a giggle at his angered expression before shrugging and raising her eyebrows.

“Not sure if anyone ever told you that, but Ray,” she started with a cheeky smirk, slowly becoming more serious as she took a step forward, her hand landing on his shoulder, pretending like she was massaging it. “it's not the best idea to casually stand by the door. You might get hit.” Y/N finished with a mockingly serious tone, causing him to roll his eyes and shaking her hand off his body.

“You’re in a strangely good mood. Found a penny on your way here?” He shot back, matching her tone, narrowing his eyes as she chuckled instead of rolling her eyes as she always does.

“Nope, just can't wait to finish my shift today.” She answered honestly, walking over to her desk and dumping her purse on it.

Seeing her in such an unusual state, Raymond felt a weird warmth which bothered him, like every unwanted feeling did.

“Don't worry, I'm sure your empty apartment and book won't mind if you come back late.” He said, more bitter than usual, seeing the lack of reaction.

“Actually I have plans. I don't know if you ever heard of such a thing.” She replied smoothly, slicking her hair back into a neat ponytail and keeping up the eye contact. Raymond laughed out loud, making her look at him weird.

“Yeah, sure, and I'm actually going bowling later.” He mocked arrogantly, shaking his head lightly and running his hand through his perfectly slicked back hair. Y/N felt the dig somewhere deep inside, but refused to let him see it.

“To each their own, but with your size it might be an issue to hold the bowling ball properly.” Y/N replied calmly, sitting down.

Her words hung in the air as Raymond chose to ignore her.

The entirety of her ten hour shift passed quickly, and before Ray even realized, she was gone. Once again, she left a trail of her intoxicating perfume and her perfectly neat desk.

His own desk, on the other hand, was covered in all kinds of papers, reminding him of the amount of work he willingly put upon himself.

Time always passed smoothly when he'd throw himself into the whirlwind of work. He reread some cases over and over until his sharp eyes picked up on details that an average Timekeeper wouldn't notice. That's why he was the best at what he did.

Sometimes a small crisis got a hold of him, filling his head up with unwanted thoughts about the lack of actual sense in his almost eighty year old life. Raymond would never allow himself to indulge into spiraling down memory lane, as the cloudy moments from his past would try to make their way into the view. Ten minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into three when finally he stopped his work. He felt the burning need for some nicotine.

Raymond rolled up his shirt sleeves, took one cigarette out of the box, and settled in his usual spot at the nearby window.

He watched the almost empty street in silence. His arm hung in the air with intentions of taking another drag when he suddenly heard a familiar giggle.

Narrowing his eyes, Raymond focused on the couple slowly walking down the street.

He saw a taller man with a sheepish smile in the company of a beautiful woman, wearing a tight but sophisticated black dress and heels with a denim jacket draped over her shoulders. An obviously oversized jacket. They talked while laughing every now and then. A smile was constantly plastered on her dark red lips.

If asked, Raymond wouldn't be able to answer why his jaw tensed so badly at the sight. He couldn’t explain how the burning in his body overpowered the burning on his fingers as the cigarette burned to the filter. Scoffing with pure anger, he threw the cigarette away before pulling down the blinds as he slumped into his chair.

His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing deepened. Raymond knew he wasn't wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair in a messy manner, ruining his perfect hairstyle.

He couldn't tell what infuriated him more; the way he reacted to the sight of Y/N accompanied by another man, or the way he subconsciously responded seeing her in such circumstances.

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shipmistress9 · 4 months ago

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Blueberries & chocolate Chips - 04

AN: If this was another kind of story and I was another kind of writer, they would be fighting for longer, the angst and the drama would last for at least a couple of chapters. But as it is, I hate it when there's a misunderstanding between the characters and they're all angry/upset yet it could all be solved by one simple open conversation. Hence, no prolonged fighting.

Once again the biggest thanks to @theoppositequeens for talking me out of my little panic over this chapter. 🥰 You're the best!

. o O o .

Chat history with XR

(Today) I got my results. Are you free this afternoon?

A twisting feeling settled in Violet's guts as she read the message. His message. The first he'd sent after her initial short Hi three days ago. No apology. No explanation.

"What an ass," Rhi snorted as she glanced at where Violet held out her phone to her. "Does he really think you'll jump as soon as he snaps his fingers, just so he can shout at you some more?"

Violet grimaced. "He didn't really shout at me," she murmured, but Rhiannon wasn't listening.

"Honestly, you should let him stew and then reply tonight that you were busy. That asshole doesn't deserve even one more minute of your time after how he treated you at Dylan's."

Violet sighed but didn't even try to correct Rhiannon. Because she was right: Violet had given him no reason to get so angry at her out of nowhere, and he certainly had no right to accuse her of setting things up. If anything, he'd been the one to seduce her

But Rhi was also wrong, and so had Violet been. It hadn't been his fault that the whole pregnancy topic hadn't even crossed her mind when, of course, for most people that would be a valid thing to worry about with a broken condom. And she probably shouldn't have acted so defensive, either, could have told him right away why that wasn't an option. But, well… It wasn't as if she didn't know where her hesitation there had come from.

Fucking Halden…

"And why isn't he just texting you the results?" Rhi continued with her rant. "Why do you need to meet again for that? Unless he needs to pass on further instructions because he managed to infect himself with something nasty. Would serve him right, though, hopefully you didn't catch it then, either. I mean, that hole was pretty small." Yeah, Rhiannon was still pissed, even days later.

Violet let out another sigh, but couldn't even think of a good reply to that. Because even though Violet couldn't feel the same anger as Rhiannon— not anymore— she still wondered.

Why hadn't he texted her earlier? Why hadn't he at least apologised? And why would he want to meet now all of a sudden? No matter what his results stated, he could just tell her and be done with her once and for all. It wasn't as if there was anything else to say.

Not realistically…

A little wistfully, she thought back to the few minutes before she'd shown him that picture in the cafe. He'd seemed almost…happy to see her again. As if he'd been looking forward to it. As if he'd wanted to get back in contact with her.

But even if that had been the case, if he'd been interested in her beyond that one night…well, then their fight had certainly crushed any of those tendencies. Him not texting her earlier had made that clear.

Well, it couldn't be helped now. By now, she was just tired of all this nonsense and just wanted to get it all behind her. The last three days had been…not good. She'd felt empty, the good mood after that night with him having turned sour quickly. Maybe it hadn't been as bad as the weeks before, but it was close. Different in an odd way. Because it wasn't as if she'd broken up with someone again.

Either way… Hopefully, getting his results, getting whatever was still between them off their chests, and then forgetting it all happened would help her move on for good. And next year, she'd have to fake an illness or something for Liam's birthday.

Picking her phone back up and walking back to her room, Violet typed in a reply, ignoring Rhi's on-going rant behind her.

Chat history with XR

i can make that work. 4pm?

That's perfect. I'll meet you by the Dragons, if that's okay?

sure

She let herself fall onto her bed, her arms crossed over her eyes.

Whatever…

. o O o .

The Dragons were the priced centrepiece of Aretia's extensive park right next to Lake Sgaeyl. They were an impressive statue hewn from black and navy-blue marble, depicting two dragons entwined in what could be called an affectionate embrace. According to Liam, they were supposed to represent the unity of the lake and the mountains around them. Or something like that.

Given the location of the city, with the lake and the mountains around it, one would think that the founders of Aretia would have used the flat ground by the lake to build their houses there instead of going the costly and certainly more difficult route of building them into the mountain wall. But as it was, this park with its long winding walkways, the stream running through it, and the many benches, playgrounds, and other activity locations was certainly one of the things that made this city special.

Violet loved spending time here in the spotted shade beneath the tall trees, with birds chirping and bees humming all around, the lake nearby. Everything seemed lighter here, easier. So maybe meeting him here wasn't such a bad idea. She could go stare at the waves once it was over, until she felt better again.

As she approached the central area where the Dragons loomed over everything, she easily spotted him already waiting for her. In the light of the sun, his dark curls seemed like ink, black yet shiny, and his tattoos, on stark display beneath his sleeveless shirt, were even more striking than in the dim light of the club.

Shit, he looked good. Violet didn't want to think like that, not with how things between them would inevitably end in a couple of minutes, but she couldn't help it. That attraction that had been there right from the first moment she'd seen him? Yeah, it was still there, still going strong.

Bracing herself, she forced a neutral expression onto her face as he lifted a hand in greeting.

"Hey, Vi," he said, seemingly equally aiming for a civil tone out here in public. "Thanks for coming on such short notice."

She nodded, forcing a smile. "I didn't have any pressing things to do, so it was no issue."

He nodded, and for the first time ever, the silence between them felt heavy. Awkward.

"Erm, so…" he began, with neither of them looking at the other. "Should we…walk a bit?"

Violet's lips twitched. Why didn't he just tell her what he had to say, whatever bad news his results had brought him, and then leave her in peace? But stupid as it was, she nodded. Nothing good could come from them continuing that fight from the cafe. And yet, she didn't want this to be over.

Pathetic.

They walked in silence. It couldn't have been long, just a minute or so, just until they weren't surrounded by other people anymore, but it felt like an eternity.

"So, erm," he eventually began, clearing his throat. "First things first. My results came in and I'm also clean. So you have nothing to worry about there."

Startled, Violet stopped in her tracks. "You are?" Somehow, this wasn't a scenario she'd allowed herself to hope for. Not just because she didn't want some infection, but also— "Why didn't you simply say so in your text?" Her heart was racing all of a sudden, her eyes flickering up to finally look at him.

He’dd stopped two steps ahead of her, and when he turned, his dark eyes were filled with regret.

"Because…I had to see you." He took a deep breath, his shoulders moving as if they carried a heavy weight. "I wanted to apologise for how awfully I reacted. It wasn't fair of me to pressure you into revealing that, to force you into that situation just because of my own problems."

Violet didn't know what to say. During the last three days, she'd thought of countless scenarios like this. Where Xaden wasn't the asshole he'd turned into at the cafe but was again the version she'd met before, the one she'd had in her bed. The one she'd thought she'd made up in her mind. But in none of those daydreams had she ever planned so far ahead that she needed to come up with a reply.

Taking a deep breath, she crossed her arms in front of her and let her gaze wander around, through the trees to where the sun glittered on the waves in the distance. "Why didn't you text me earlier, then?" she eventually asked, her voice low. Fuck, he could have apologised at any moment during these last three days.

Xaden swallowed. "I…wasn't sure whether you'd even listen," he confessed. "Not after how much I hurt you."

"You didn't…hurt me," she sighed, her mouth tight as she looked at him again.

Xaden grimaced and shook his head. "I saw the pain on your face, Violet. You don't have to coddle me."

Now, her lips tugged into a small pained smile. "I'm not," she huffed, something of a disbelieving laugh mixing itself into her voice. Rhiannon would be horrified by her words. But he'd apologised. That was what she'd hoped for, all she'd wanted to hear. "I was hurt, yes. But not by you. Not directly. Your words…they just brought back some unpleasant memories."

"About your ex?" he guessed, and Violet nodded. "Then I'm sorry about that, too."

With another small smile, she nodded, accepting his apology. But she didn't feel like talking about Halden. Not when, somehow, this… this strange thing between her and Xaden seemed to work out better than she'd dared to hope.

"And I'm sorry, too. I probably could have reacted less evasively, too. Your sudden mood swing just threw me off. What was it that made you react like that?" she asked instead, her feet moving almost on their own as she kept walking down the path he'd chosen. "If…you don't mind me asking, that is."

From the corner of her eye, she saw how his jaw tightened. But a moment later, he scoffed a bitter laugh. "Well, you're not the only one with a shitty ex."

. o O o .

Xaden led her through a part of the park she'd never even know existed. Away from the well-known— and at this time of day somewhat over-crowded— walkways, narrow overgrown paths led to a less cultivated area. And to a tiny clearing right at the lake's bank. It only held a single lonely bench, the dark coat of pain cracked and peeling off, that faced out towards the water, the impressive peak of Mount Tairn in the distance.

Violet paused as she entered the clearing. It felt like she was intruding on private ground somehow, as if this place wasn't meant for just anyone. But when Xaden beckoned her over, she followed him without hesitation and sat down next to him.

Along the way, he'd bought ice cream for both of them— the fancy kind, large portions in a rolled up bubble waffle that came with all kinds of extras. He'd insisted since she didn't get the chance to eat her mini tart the other day, and when he returned with two big portions, with blueberries for her and dark chocolate chips for himself, she couldn't keep herself from smiling a little at the simple domestic gesture. Now, however, with the sudden proximity on that bench, Violet was twice as glad to have something to occupy her hands.

"So, about Cat," he began, but Violet interrupted him quickly.

"You really don't have to tell me," she said, and meant it. "If what she did made you react so strongly, it can't be pleasant to remember."

Xaden threw her a thoughtful look. "I know. And no, it's not. But…I feel like I should tell you. Nothing can excuse how I reacted, but…"

"…but it would still be an explanation?"

He nodded.

Violet took a deep breath and leaned back, waiting. She wasn't sure whether she even wanted to hear what this person had done to him, but she probably should.

"Cat and I got together a little over a year ago," he began, gazing out over the bright blue surface of the lake. "It was…one of those relationships that were bound to happen, if you know what I mean. We've been part of the same social groups for years, our families have been friends since before we were even born. Everyone expected that we'd get together, and eventually, that expectation became too heavy to resist. It wasn't bad, not at first. Comfortable, in a way, to be seen as 'taken' instead of being chased constantly."

Violet threw him a covert look. Yeah, she could understand how someone who looked like him would constantly be swarmed by admirers, even if they didn't know anything else about him. Fuck, had she been any better?

"But it was also clear that it wouldn't last, to me at least," he went on. "I had no feelings for her beyond the tentative comradeship that had developed over the years, and I thought she'd see it the same way. That it was just for the moment, just for convenience, just to appease those who constantly tried to set us up." He let out a harsh breath, almost a growl. "I should have paid better attention."

"I guess she didn't also cheat on you?" Violet hedged, a suspicion settling in her chest like lead.

Xaden huffed another bitter laugh. "No, she didn't. Though I kind of wish she had, that would've been less messy." He winced. "Sorry. I didn't mean to devalue what he did to you."

"I know," Violet cut him off with a small smile. "It's not a competition."

He turned his head to throw her a strange look. "No, it's not." He let out a sigh and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his ice cream long since gone. "But no, she didn't cheat on me. Not in the classical way, at least. But she was way more comfortable with the arrangement between us than I was. And when I was thinking about how to break it off without drawing too much attention, without causing too much of a scandal—" He rolled his eyes."—she was aiming for the opposite."

"She faked a pregnancy?" Violet guessed, feeling sick at that thought.

But Xaden huffed another humourless laugh and shook his head. "No," he said, throwing her a strange look. "Faking a pregnancy wouldn't have given her what she wanted. After a couple of months at the latest, her ruse would have become obvious."

Violet's stomach sank even further.

"She knew that nothing but the real thing would let her keep me, or whatever her hopes were." He scoffed. "So she pulled every string she could to actually get pregnant, knowing that, with my history, I'd never leave her alone with a child."

At that, Violet frowned. Was she supposed to know his history? But another question seemed more pressing to her. "So she actually did nick your condoms?" That certainly would explain why he'd reacted so strongly.

With a heavy sigh, Xaden nodded. "Yeah, she did. Although, on the grand scale, that was by far not the worst she did." His expression turned hard again, angry. "She must have known that I didn't plan to keep our 'relationship' up for long, because she'd started her ruse right from the beginning. Having a timer on her phone to remind her every evening to take the pill when I now know they were only vitamins. Using whatever tricks she could to hide when she had her period and then faked having it at another time so I wouldn't be aware of her cycle. Including leaving the occasional used tampon in my bathroom bin."

Almost despite herself, Violet let out a whistle. "Well, that's dedication."

"You could say that," Xaden snorted. "And it's probably only luck she didn't succeed during the months we were together. And believe me, I made sure she wasn't pregnant after all before leaving her for good. But I only found out when I returned to her flat after just leaving because I'd forgotten my car keys and found her in the process of emptying the used condom from the night before into herself."

"Oh, fuck…" Violet was stunned. Xaden seemed to be a great guy, not counting the incident at the cafe. But that still seemed like an insane move to try and keep someone who clearly never wanted to be with them.

Xaden ducked his head, his knuckles standing out white from how tightly he wrung his own hands. "That about sums it up." He took a deep breath, and after a moment or two, his shoulders visibly relaxed again. "We had a bad fight, it wasn't pretty. I yelled at her and she threw more than just one vase at me. For leading her on and giving her hope only to throw her life into shambles, or something." Grimacing, he shook his head, absentmindedly brushing his thumb over a spot on his arm where a thin silver line was visible. "It's still hard to believe how I misjudged her all this time. And even harder to ignore it whenever I see her again now, acting like the same person she was before, friendly and helpful, generous even. Only to throw me hateful glares when nobody is looking anymore."

"You're still in contact?" Baffled, Violet stared at him. If someone would have played her like that, she'd make sure to stay away from them, as far as she could.

"Inevitably," Xaden shrugged. "Same social circles, remember?"

"And your friends just… accept what she did? And move on as if nothing happened?" How could he willingly spend time with people like that? Surely, Liam wasn't one of them, right? He would never stand for such behaviour.

But Xaden just chuckled, the first at least somewhat happy sound since he'd started his story. "Oh, my friends hate her with a passion. You better not mention her name to Liam, or he might go on a rampage." Yeah, that sounded more like him. "It's just other people, at work and stuff… Not many know or believe the full scope of what she did. Even less care."

"That…sounds absolutely horrible." Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt the urge to place her hand on his arm, to comfort him in any way. But she didn't know where they stood anymore, floating in this weird state between a hook-up and a fight.

"It is how it is," he said, shrugging. Then he turned, the look in his eyes making her freeze with its intensity. "And by now, it's nothing but a bad memory. The biggest harm it did…was how it made me react the other day."

Violet swallowed, and it cost her real effort to take her next breath and tear her eyes away from him. "It really wasn't such a big deal."

"Big enough that you stormed out of the cafe. After I forced you to reveal highly sensitive personal information I had no right to demand from you. I'd say that counts as bad."

With something of a little smile on her face, Violet shook her head. "It wasn't the fact that you made me reveal my infertility that made me leave," she eventually explained in a low voice. "But more the way you reacted in general, how angry you became, that you accused me of setting it up like that. I didn't get how you could jump to such conclusions over something as simple as an accident, without any evidence. That me telling you I wasn't pregnant wouldn't be enough. But after what you just told me, I get it. I'd probably be more than just a little wary, too."

She hoped this explanation would help take the guilt from him. But when she looked back at him when he didn't reply, he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, yes, I was hurt. But it was really more because of some things my ex said. The things he did, and why he said he did them. I've come to terms with the fact that I probably won't ever have children a long time ago."

"Whatever he said, he deserves to get punched in the face," he said matter-of-factly, and the image made Violet smirk. Just thinking about how Halden would probably go down at the first contact, howling in fear of his perfect face being damaged, seemed to heal some of the mental bruise his words had left in an instant.

"A long time ago, though? Since when have you known?" he asked, hesitant. "If…you don't mind me asking, that is."

Something like a smile spread across Violet's face at him repeating her own words from before. Was it by chance or was he really that observant? Either way, his thoughtfulness touched something inside her she wasn't sure what to make of.

"It's okay, I don't mind." She took a deep breath, her gaze wandering over the dancing waves. "I had appendicitis as a child, when I was eight or maybe nine years old. It took a while before my siblings brought me to the hospital, my parents had been too busy to notice, as always. But it all went well, and a little while later, I was back home with nothing but a little scar. Or so everyone thought."

"But the infection had spread?" Xaden asked in a low voice, and Violet nodded.

"Down to my Fallopian tubes. The scar tissue of that infection only got discovered when I went to my first check-up after getting my period. It's so severe that basically no egg cell or sperm will ever make it through."

Xaden nodded, as if he, too, had spent hours researching this topic. "That would still leave IVF as an option, though?"

A little puzzled, Violet threw him a quick glance. Did he have some medical degree he hadn't told her about, if he knew about things like blocked Fallopian tubes and in-vitro fertilisation?

The corner of Xaden's mouth lifted into a tiny smile. "Garrick's a gynaecologist, and we've all helped him through his occasional meltdowns when he had to learn for his exams."

Violet didn't remember much about the bear of a man she'd met only briefly in that club. All her attention had been on Xaden, after all. But gynaecologist had definitely not been on her mind. Might be worth keeping in mind, though, if she ever needed a second opinion.

Blinking, she shook her head. "Yeah, IVF would be possible. But…" She huffed a bitter laugh. "Let's be real here for a moment. I won’t ever be able to afford that. So it's a moot point."

She let out a sigh. Halden would have easily been able to pay for an IVF treatment with his father's money. But even when things between them had still been good she'd never even considered asking him about it. Maybe because she'd always known that he wasn't reliable enough. More likely because she'd given up on having children long ago.

When she looked at Xaden again, he had a strange expression on his face, a vertical line between his eyes and his lips parted, as if he was pondering something. But whatever it was, it got interrupted before he could tell her about it, her phone ringing with the buzzing of a bumble bee she'd programmed for Rhiannon.

Chat history with RhiBee

Hey, babe, how are you? Ridoc and I are having a picnic at our usual spot. So in case you need help getting rid of a body, we're at your disposal.

No need for that, I'm fine. I'll meet you there in a few.

Well, Rhi wouldn't be happy that she hadn't bitten Xaden's head off. That she'd let him off the hook at all, and so quickly. But Violet was glad about how it had all played out between them, happy even. At least she didn't need to feel bad about their encounter anymore.

"I've got to go now," she said, standing up from the bench and brushing dust and dried paint off her denims. "My friends are waiting for me."

She hesitated, pondering whether to look at him one last time. Something within her rebelled at the idea of leaving now, of never seeing him again. But that was stupid. They'd cleared up all misunderstandings between them, no need to feel guilty or angry anymore, but that was it.

"Bye, Xaden. It was…nice knowing you. And thanks for trusting me with all that. And for the ice waffle." She smiled at him, not daring to meet his eyes, then turned to leave.

But she barely made it two steps before freezing in place again. Because Xaden had reached for her hand, stopping her, and his touch sizzled through her like an electric charge.

"Violet, wait," he said in a strangely hesitant voice, and when she looked back at him, there was a hint of insecurity in his eyes.

"Yes?" Her heart was beating in her throat as it seemed, her head suddenly dizzy.

"May I…" He swallowed, his hand holding her twitching slightly. "May I text you again?"

Somehow, the sun seemed to come out from behind some clouds at that moment. Or that was how Violet felt, at least, all colours turning a bit brighter and the warmth on her face intensifying. She smiled, a true smile, and nodded. "I'd like that. Very much."

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weixuldo · 2 years ago

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Pancakes and Pastries

Linecook/Roommate! Anakin x GN!Reader

a/n: this is based on this lovely asks from @ddejavvu (link here). Just a preface, I didn't assign a gender becasue I wasn't sure what the ask implied (if u want me to change it I gladly will :) anyways, other notes will be at the end to clear up more abt the story.

You’re a terrible cook and only sell the baked goods at a small cafe downtown. Thankfully, your roommate, Anakin is an experienced linecook and is ready to make anything for you. Too bad he's a natural flirt, otherwise you might just find yourself falling for him.

Warnings: gn!reader, cursing, banter, no use of y/n

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6:30 a.m

The tiny brass bell above the cafe door dinged continuously as the working crowd came to grab a small bite before heading off to work.

The cafe was filled with the warm aroma of coffee beans and fresh pastries. The display windows held rows of all types of treats; macrons, muffins, strudels, bagels, cookies, toast, and many more. A plethora of coffee makers and different flavorings to cater to each customer’s specific desires, lined the back counter.

Mornings were always pretty busy, you were in the heart of the city after all.

You had gotten up ungodly early to prepare for the day, so once you got everything ready and opened the shop you were pretty tired. But regardless of the exhaustion creeping in, you still had a full shift ahead of you so you needed to put on your best customer service face and seize the day.

Latte, snickerdoodle cookie, iced chai tea with two pumps of vanilla, farmhouse roast with cold foam, 5 assorted macaroons, a slice of key lime pie, a frosted eclair, strawberry crepes. The orders came in waves and you prepared them all.

You weren’t even scheduled today, but your boss called you at the last minute because the new guy got fired for stealing inventory (really what was he stealing? There was nothing but ingredients in the back), so you hauled ass down here.

Sadly today the staff joining you today were rookies, so you had to take orders and keep an eye on them too.

It was bad enough that the bakers in the back were being lazy today, but to deal with new workers who didn’t know the system was even more frustrating.

It was going to be a a long day.

3:50 p.m.

The cafe closed early on Sundays, so you flipped the “we’re open” sign over and got ready to close everything down when you heard a knock on the door.

Whoever that was would just have to stay disappointed because you were too tired to deal with another needy customer right now.

They knocked again and you had to collect a calming breath to make sure you wouldn’t go off on them when you turned around. Much to your surprise behind the glass door was your roommate….your handsome roommate.

Anakin Skywalker was an interesting guy. Deviously handsome looks, insane confidence, witty humor, and radiating charisma.

A few months ago you were apartment hunting but the rates in the city were way too high for you to pay alone, so you put out an ad for a roommate. A lot of the requests you got were from older people and you didn’t exactly feel the most comfortable as a young adult, just starting out, living with someone two or even three times your age.

After a few days you stumbled upon Anakin’s application. Maybe his picture captured your attention… maybe you stalked his instagram to see if he was a serial killer (and to look at more of his pics).... Either way, the two of you obviously ended up living together.

When he first moved in you were worried he would be bringing chicks back every night based on his stunning looks and flirtatious personality, but thankfully you were mistaken.

He was just a normal guy; go to work, come home, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. You didn’t mind that at all, because your routine was basically identical.

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you headed for the door. His hair was held back by a folded black bandana and he had his own apron in hand.

“The door was open, ya know” you said, motioning him into the establishment.

“Oh, the sign was flipped, so I assumed…” he said, motioning to the door.

“Mhmm”

“We are almost closed, but i’ll allow you one purchase, just cause i'm so nice” you teased.

He walked up to the counter and surveyed the sweets, “oh, are you now? If you’re such a kind person, how about giving me a coffee cake on the house, sweetheart?”.

“Woah, woah, woah… you’re asking a bit too much there pretty boy”

He leaned over the counter slightly with a smirk, “aww, you think i’m pretty”.

In response you playfully rolled your eyes, “yuck! It’s just an expression, Skywalker, don’t get an ego about it” .

He grabbed her beaten up wallet out of his back pocket and laughed, “You already know i’ve got an ego”.

“That I do” you quipped back as you grabbed a coffee cake slice

“You love it though” he smiled as he handed you a ten.

Your eyes lingered on his forearm as he offered you the cash, he was a fit guy and the veins on his arms bulged just right; plus he was a line cook, so you knew that he had good dexterity in those pretty fingers too.

“Whatever you say”

You weren’t going to tell him, but you added your 50% off employee discount (since you were on the clock) just ‘cause.

The cash drawer popped open with a ding and you went to hand him back his change.

“You heading back to the apartment?” he asked as he gathered his cake.

“Yea, I’m gonna take a nap, I’m tired as shit. I’m guessing you’re about to go into work?”

He drew his lips into a thin line, “yep, I’m livin’ the dream. Are you gonna get lunch?”

“Probably”

“You should, food is important…Have a good afternoon though”.

You returned the gesture and went back to wiping down the coffee bar when you heard a few clinks and the door closed shortly after.

Your brows furrowed at the speed at which he left, but to be fair his shift was literally starting in two minutes. You walked up to the register to lock it when you saw he had tossed the rest of his ten in the tip jar; a small smile spread across your tired face.

11:02 p.m.

Your sleep schedule was so fucked up from all of these awkward shifts so you were just waking up from your nap (if you can even call it that).

Before you could register what to do next, your stomach let out a hungry growl and you groaned. You forgot to eat lunch and missed dinner so you were starving; sadly, it was grocery shopping weekend for you and you were out of instant meals.

A sandwich then.

You put on a small tank top and some gray shorts and headed to the kitchen. You hated cooking and you weren’t good at it either, so usually you had a salad kit, turkey dinner meal, or a premade acai bowl in the fridge. But since you were out of your usual options, you had to stick with a good ol’ PB&J.

You heard the click of keys in the door and you knew Anakin was back from his shift. Some of you wanted to dash back to your room and just wait until he went to shower to make it; you were lowkey intimidated by him. Before you could leave he noticed you and greeted you.

“Oh, Hey Anakin, how was work?”

“It was fine, the Sunday night rush is insane though, I’m so glad I go in later tomorrow” he groaned, sitting down at one of the barstools in front of the counter.

“You makin’ a little snack?” he asked, leaning over to see the ingredients in front of you.

“It’s more like dinner and lunch-”

His eyes widened, “lunch?! I thought you were getting something on the way back?”.

You shrugged, “I guess I forgot”.

“So you’re going to use a PB&J to supplement two missed meals?” he asked, bewildered.

“Uh huh” you nodded.

“No, no, no…” he muttered as he hopped off the stool and came around the counter beside you.

He took the knife from your hand and began to put the spreads away.

“Hey!” you exclaimed with a frown.

“Listen, If you’re going to break a two meal fast, I’ll be damned if I let you break it with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” he huffed out a laugh.

“Alright wise guy, what do you suggest instead? We both know I’m a horrible cook”.

He bent down and grabbed a pan from the cabinet and some ground beef.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously.

“I’m making you some food. Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got this” he said softly as he started up the stove.

“No, it’s really alright Anakin, you just got off of work. You really don’t have-”

“I want to,” he responded.

You stopped talking and took a seat as he maneuvered around the kitchen like he had been here his whole life.

He chopped the beef and while it cooked he mixed spices to season the meat with. You watched him intensely; when he cooked his brows furrowed in concentration and the right one arched ever so slightly.

He lightly bit his bottom lip when he shook the pan to flip the tiny pieces of beef, and the tendons in his pretty hands flexed with every movement.

You really shouldn't be thinking about your roommate this way, but sometimes it was almost impossible not to. Inside, you cursed yourself for even thinking you had a shot with him; he was just a generally flirty guy and acted the same way he did with you when you brought friends over (though he was honestly just being nice). Plus there was no way that you would be his first choice out of all of the people who wanted him.

Anakin stood over the pan and shook out the seasoning he had just made to flavor the meat. Sure, he was tired from a seven hour shift, but this was for you; when it came to you, he would do almost anything.

He wasn’t exactly sure when his little “crush” started, he just knew that it was definitely there. Maybe it was when he realized you worked in the cafe beside his restaurant, so he would pop in as often as he could to grab little sweets; ones he could easily make himself, but he chose to buy them just as an excuse to see you (much to the detriment of his wallet).

Or maybe it was when he realized you discounted all of his purchases.

Or was it those late nights where the two of you would put on movies and share funny commentary whilst sharing a bowl of popcorn.

Or was it simply because of the way you maneuvered through life? Your sunny disposition, wonderful personality, and genuine kindness… plus you were drop dead gorgeous.

Whatever it was, he was locked in… of course he still kinda flirted around, but he was a natural flirt. At this point he couldn’t imagine wanting someone as much as he wanted you, he was entrapped by the possibility of having you in the future.

But of course, being the oblivious guy he is, he had no idea his feelings were reciprocated at all. So he chose not to act on his feelings out of fear of losing his spot in the apartment (if it went bad, you could kick him out and look for a different roommate to replace him).

“It’s done,” he said, turning the oven off and putting the pan on a cool burner.

“What is it?” you asked, walking around to his side.

“It’s meat for a taco,” he said, grabbing some cheese, guac, and lettuce.

“Oh, wow! That’s awesome, you made that so quick!” you exclaimed, looking at the pan.

“Here, let me grab a spoon to get the meat out” he said passing behind you.

Your eyes widened when you felt his strong hands on your waist as he moved past; did you feel that right? Did his hand linger? And why were you feeling hot?

“Here” he handed you the spoon.

“Thanks Anakin, this is really sweet” you said, getting your taco ready.

“No problem roomie” he said in a sing-songy voice.

“And with this you’ll have left overs so you can have lunch tomorrow. Don't forget again” he fake scolded.

“Alright dad” you quipped back.

He laughed and shook his head as he headed back to his room to take a shower. You observed his broad back as his shirt defined his shoulder blades and muscles while he walked.

Fuck. You were getting way too attracted to him.

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You woke up to a sweet aroma of pancake batter and fresh fruit. It wasn’t often that you and Anakin ever got up around the same time but apparently today was your lucky day.

He truly loved the culinary arts because he never faltered with his ambition to prepare a quality meal. He cooked breakfast a lot, but most times you were already at work and just saw the dishes in the sink or only got to have a quick bite. Though, every so often, on a rare day like this, both of you were able to share a delicious breakfast together (he always made sure to make breakfast for you when he knew you were off).

You walked out of your room with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Once you took a seat he handed you a freshly made plate and tossed some strawberries on top.

“Look who finally decided to get up” he joked with a smirk.

You yawned once more, “Listen master chef, if my boss didn’t call me in for every little inconvenience- maybe my sleep schedule might not be as fucked”.

“Fair, fair” he nodded.

“Thanks for breakfast, it looks yummy”

“Of course” he smiled back

You looked at the plate with hungry eyes, it looked amazing, the only other thing you would add was-

“You want some of this, don't you?” Anakin smiled, flaunting a new bottle of whipped cream in front of you.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes.

“I know how you take your pancakes,” he laughed, “you’re very predictable”.

“Am I?” you said before trying to quickly grab the can from his hand.

He laughed again and raised his arm higher, “that’s not gonna work and you know it.”.

“What can I do to get some whipped cream around here?” you cried comically.

“Well this stuff isn't cheap and we’re going through the largest national whipped cream shortage in history” he said, trying to sound serious.

“Oh, wow that’s tough” you returned with an unamused tone.

“Isn’t it though?” he added.

“I guess if you want some, you’ll just have to pay me” he looked away.

“With what Mr.whipped cream enthusiast? We both make shit money” you exxagerated.

“I may consider non monetary payment… possibly a kiss on the cheek?” he said.

“You want me to kiss you on the cheek?” you asked.

It probably came out more rude than you intended, it was only becasue you were flustered and your tones always got jumbled when you were nervous.

“Well you know what they say, “kiss the chef”. But if you don’t want any whipped cream…” he stated; he was a little nervous that he put himself too out there (he was never the best at subtlety).

“No, no! I want my whipped cream, so I will comply” you said proudly.

“Alright” he smirked.

…

… …

“Are you going to come collect your compensation or just stand there with the bottle in your hand?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, right. How dare I make a customer wait” he smiled, walking towards you.

“You’re so full of shit, Skywalker '' you teased as he bent down so you could kiss his cheek.

He felt butterflies when your soft, pillowy lips landed on his flushed cheek. How he had imagined that feeling.

“Alright, here you are mam” he shot out a dollop.

“That’s it?!” you exclaimed, unsatisfied.

“Each shot is one kiss” he shrugged, “national shortage…remember?”.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and continued to kiss his cheek until you were satisfied with the amount on your plate.

“Alright, alright. Thank you for the great customer service, I'll be sure to leave a good review on yelp” you joked as you pushed him away so you could eat in peace.

“Much appreciated, thank you mam” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” you responded, with a light blush tinting your cheeks.

5:30 p.m.

Anakin groaned from his room before entering the living area with his scrunched up apron in hand. HE stopped in his doorway to stretch.

“Man, I really don’t feel like going in today”.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “It shouldn’t be too busy, since its only a monday ''.

“Yeah, I hope so” he said, putting his work shoes on that he kept by the door.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at his muscles rippling as he tied the laces; it was mesmerizing.

He stood and you whipped your head around quicker than you thought was possible.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. It’s my week for trash right?” he asked, grabbing his keys.

“Mhm”

“Ok, I’ll take it out when I get back tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t forget” he smiled before waving a small goodbye and shutting the door.

Something about him was just so homely, he was so sweet and thoughtful; you felt that living with him was just natural at this point.

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The restaurant was actually pretty busy when he first arrived, he saw a few party tables as he walked in. Great…

After clocking in, he got straight to work; manning the char grill, making sure all the orders were getting out in a timely manner, and goofing around with the other cooks.

In passing one of the cooks asked how his crush was doing.

“What do you mean?” Anakin innocently asked with a stupid smile on his face.

“Oh, just the one you live with. Ya know, no biggie” he laughed.

“Doing well, I made us breakfast this morning,” Anakin proudly stated.

___

All of the staff knew about Anakin’s not so little thing for you. He had been working at this restaurant for a while and was pretty acquainted with everyone. The cooks all knew abt you because everyone liked to talk in the kitchen, plus some of the other guys were curious about Anakin’s love life, seeing that he was so desirable (all of the waitstaff thought he was fine as hell).

He showed them your instagram when the two of you first started living together and everyone in the kitchen cheered him on.

The waitstaff on the other hand were not so thrilled that the handsome and mysterious line cook already had his sights set on someone else… someone who wasn’t them. Of course they were jealous, but when they got your insta from Anakin, they couldn’t even find anything bad to say about you;l you were stunning.

Doesn’t mean they liked you though…

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A new order buzzed onto the screen above that had all sorts of modifications; Anakin was about to groan, until he recognized something familiar…

Usually no one asked for a salad without tomatoes and cheese but instead with rice, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, and chicken- or cinnamon on their mashed potatoes; there was only one person he knew who ever ordered such a peculiar combination.

You.

The waitress who rang in the order walked by and Anakin caught her attention.

“Hey, the person who ordered thi-”

“Yeah, I know. They’re such a pain. Like, at this point, just make it at home if you want so many modifications” she rambled

He then described your appearance to her and asked if the customer fit the description.

“Yea, sounds like ‘em” she said before carrying on with her work.

He smiled, you came into his place on your day off. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation in his chest.

The waitress came barreling back in and shouted Anakin’s name, “they apparently forgot to say they didn’t want-”

“Butter on the mash” he finished, already knowing what was coming next.

“Yea, how’d you know?” she asked, confused.

“That’s my roommate, I make this for us all the time back at home”.

She gave him a look before walking away to whisper something into another server’s ear. He knew they were then going to go out and judge you because they were jealous. Typical.

He continued to make your plate with care and since it wasn’t busy, even spent time drawing a little hearts with the cinnamon and salad dressing (not very subtle Anakin).

The other cooks notice and start making fun of him and he playfully starts winding up a rag to snap at them.

Once your food has been run he slipped out of the kitchen for a “bathroom” break; obviously everyone knows where he’s going.

He walks out into the front house and is immediately relieved by the cooler AC in there, next he scanned the tables and booths until he spotted your familiar face.

Soon enough he offers himself a seat in the booth opposite of you.

”Anakin!” you exclaim, “You scared me”.

“My apologies Sunshine, Just thought I’d come out and see my favorite customer” he said before winking.

“How’d you even know I was- “ you began before you looked down at your plate and realized.

“Yea, not many people are out here ordering such a peculiar combo” he teased.

“I should have known it was you who made the plate, well with the hearts and all. That must take a lot of time, they were really precise” you said, taking a sip of your water.

He laughed before answering, “I reserve those for very special guests'' (he only did those when you came in).

“Well, I wonder if you do this to persuade certain “people” to cut back on your rent for the month” you arched a playful brow.

He clenched his chest and looked offended, “Of course not! I would never do such a thing”.

You laughed at his stupidity.

He loved making you laugh, it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

You saw a few other cooks poking their heads around the wall that divided the kitchen from the seating in curiosity.

“I think your co-workers want you to hurry up” you smiled, pointing towards the entrance to the kitchen.

He let out a sigh, “I guess so”.

As he stood you thanked him for stopping by; “My compliments to the chef” you teased.

“I am always at your service” he dramatically bowed before jogging to the back.

When he left you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your heart was racing… you were in too deep (but so was he).

Anakin spent the rest of the night happily making orders; he no longer cared he was at work, because you had just made his day.

Everyone in the kitchen began to tease him because he had a certain glow to him and they all knew why.

“When are you finally gonna go on a date?” someone asked him.

“Yea, you seem pretty damn sure about this one” another butted in.

He smiled to himself, “Soon guys. soon…”

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a/n: The reader likes some weird ass combos lmfaooo. Basically these two are both missing the point that the other likes them. Now to clear up some things, I know cafe's are usually open all day but I needed it to close early for the plot. Also, I worked at a steakhouse and modeled Anakin's work as such just cause its what i'm most familiar with (Ironically I don't eat meat lol).

#anakin star wars #anakin is a little shit #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin #anakin x you #star wars x reader #star wars #darth vader x reader #vader #anakin fic #anakin imagine #linecook #linecook anakin #line cook anakin #answered asks #drabble #sw x reader #sw fic

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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago

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Waking Lions 14

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We learn more about Ace's past and her connection to Kate. Also, she finally gets a meal.

Warnings: swearing, past violence, mention of past murder, Ace is still morally gray, Price still needs his own warning.

Word count: 1.7k

Captain went out first, making sure the way was clear for you as you locked up. You hiked your bag a little higher up on your shoulder and followed him down and out to the street, where an SUV was waiting for you.

“Ma’am.” Garrick nodded to you from the driver’s seat, and you settled in the back.

You looked out the window, tired and a little detached after everything. A quick look showed that you’d been working for nearly twelve hours straight. That was… less than ideal.

“Here.”

You blinked and refocused your gaze on Captain, who’d twisted enough to hand a water bottle back to you.

“Thanks.” You took the water, twisting the cap off slowly and taking a drink. You were definitely dehydrated, but you drank slowly, sips at a time, gaze unfocused.

It had been a hell of a couple days.

Honestly, now that you were thinking about it, you were surprised Laswell had noticed so fast. Was it just timing? Or had she gotten word of Gray poking around?

“Nearly there.”

Captain’s voice made you blink rapidly, lifting your head. Both men were facing forward, which was a bit of a relief.

You still weren’t sure how you were going to deal with Captain yet.

Garrick parked and a moment later Captain was opening your door for you. You almost made a teasing remark about him being a gentleman, but… Well, that was too much effort, and you were tired. You just shuffled after him, watching for Kate.

Kate spotted you first, your eyes locking across the distance. You sighed, long and slow. Oh, this was not going to be fun.

But you still let yourself be herded to a seat across from her, plopping down ungracefully. That didn’t matter. You didn’t need to be graceful right then.

“What happened?” She looked between all three of you.

You picked up the menu and held it in front of your face. Captain could start this one.

“Found her working,” Captain said after a few moments of thick silence. “No evidence of anyone else watching. I doubt anyone knows she’s here.”

“And why are you here?” Laswell pulled the menu down to stare at you. Damn. She was too good at making you admit things.

“Gray found me.” It was not any easier to admit aloud, even after all the work you’d put in burning three aliases. “Got a call from one of my clients, she informed me that he was asking around after me.” You let the menu fall to the table, exhausted all over again. Your hands were shaking. Just a little.

Laswell frowned, leaning back a little in her chair. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure I’m not willing to risk it,” you shot back, tucking your hands under your thighs. Not that you really thought they had missed your shakiness.

“Which contact?” Laswell tapped her fingers on the table. “Who told you?”

You frowned at her. “No.”

“I need to know where to start looking.”

You sighed, tipping your head back. Valeria had called you, but she’d said he had been asking around. Okay. Gray wasn’t the type who went to underlings, so he hadn’t been asking Las Almas in particular. He’d been asking around that layer of criminal organization. Valeria knew some Russians and some AQ, which was how she’d gotten mixed up in the missile business.

It was possible that White was just a coincidence… But now you weren’t so sure. Especially given that the last place you’d heard about Gray was in the Middle East. And the Russians had ties to AQ.

In retrospect, you were amazed you hadn’t put the pieces together sooner.

“He’s probably working with AQ, or adjacent to them.” You spoke quietly, without looking at any of them.

“He wasn’t that eager to watch the world burn,” Laswell pointed out.

“Last conversation either of us had with him was years ago,” you pointed out, dull, flat. “It’s likely his morals have further skewed. Or he’s decided the ends justify the means. Or he thinks he’s using them for his own ends.” You shrugged, just a little movement.

Captain nudged you, and then again when you didn’t straighten up fast enough for him. “You need to eat.”

You thought about arguing, you really did. But he wasn’t wrong. You flapped a hand at him, letting the others order first as you scanned the menu until you found something vaguely appetizing. Good enough.

“So who is this guy?” Garrick asked, glancing between you and Laswell.

“Crazy asshole,” you muttered, leaning back in your seat again. Your eyes burned a little from too many hours spent staring at a screen.

“Bad news,” Lazwell added. “He’s got ties to weapons smuggling, but he hadn’t previously been a terrorist.”

You grimaced but shrugged. Eh. Close enough.

“And why does he want to kill you?” Captain spoke quietly. You could feel his gaze on you.

“He’s wanted to kill me for years.” Your voice was too flat. This was a tone you hadn’t heard from yourself in years. You didn’t like hearing it now. “He decided to take over my father’s business a long time ago, had him killed, tried to have me killed. Didn’t work, obviously.”

“The fact that you turned witness against him didn’t help his opinion any,” Kate pointed out.

You huffed softly. “And you still couldn’t keep him locked up.” But there was no vitriol in your voice. This had happened a long time ago, you’d come to terms with it already.

“You’re staying with someone until we get this sorted.”

That got you to lift your head and glower at her. “No.”

“If he knows you’re alive and he’s searching for you, you’re in danger. Until we can deal with him, you shouldn’t be alone.”

You grimaced. She wasn’t wrong, exactly, but you hated it. “Don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You can stay with us.”

You blinked at the unexpected offer from Captain. “I dunno,” you drawled. “Sure you won’t try to kill me?”

He huffed out a soft laugh. “Not on my to-do list,” he agreed glibly.

“Good.” Laswell looked between the two of you with something very much like satisfaction, which was setting off all kinds of little alarms in your brain. Kate trying to meddle in your life was very much not a good thing. “We can discuss what you still need to do.”

You narrowed your eyes a little at her. “In terms of…?”

“Your research.”

You blew out a soft breath. Right. Research. The thing you were supposed to be doing before you heard about Gray. “Dunno what more I can get,” you admitted, rubbing your forehead briefly. Now that you were actually paying attention to your body, you definitely had a dehydration headache. “Especially not without getting any closer to Gray.”

“You think he’s involved?”

“I think I’d be a fool to assume otherwise at this point.” You rolled your shoulders, drinking half your water in one go.

Laswell was silent for a few long moments, just watching you. It didn’t make you nervous, not after all this time. Sure, you didn’t want her meddling, but you trusted her.

“We’ll discuss this more after you’ve slept on it,” she decided.

You scoffed but didn’t argue. You didn’t have the energy for that. Food arrived and you all ate, though Captain and Garrick talked quietly. You just focused on your food, working through it with a sort of exhausted determination.

“I’ll do some looking on my side,” Laswell said, looking at Captain. You forced yourself to pay attention, though you were fading fast now that some of the frantic desperation of the situation had faded.

Captain nodded. “Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Laswell agreed.

Captain stood, as did Garrick. It took Captain nudging your chair for you to stand as well, holding back a groan. Yup. You’d definitely spent too many hours hunched over your computer. The three of you were silent as you walked back to the car, Captain opening the door for you again.

“Do you have everything from that apartment?” Captain asked you.

You blinked, slow and sleepy. You needed to not be, but you’d hit your limit. The food had really cemented your fate - rather than invigorating you, the food was sending you on the fast lane to snooze land. So it took you longer than normal to answer him. “Yeah.”

He nodded once, glancing back at you as Garrick started to drive. “You’ll stay with one of us.”

“Bossy.” You made a face but couldn’t muster the energy to truly fight him. Not on this. Not now.

He huffed softly. But he didn’t say anything else. Something you were rather grateful for.

You weren’t up to your normal verbal jousting just at the moment.

The drive to their hotel was silent, and you slowly tipped sideways into the door. Your blinks got longer and slower as you struggled to stay awake, the quiet climate controlled air too soothing.

The car stopped and your door opened. You probably would have slid right out except for Captain bracing you, chest firm under your shoulder and temple.

“C’mon,” he rumbled softly. “Just get upstairs and you can sleep.”

“Not sleepy,” you grumbled, just to be contrary. But you could barely peel your eyes open, instead listing harder into him until he reached across you to unbuckle your seatbelt.

You did make sure you had your bag, though. You needed that. And you refused to give it up.

“Up we go,” Captain murmured, soft and amused and rumbly and entirely too pleasant. You stumbled a little, but Captain held you upright and kept his arm around your waist, guiding you inside.

You didn’t pay much attention to anything, too tired and out of it to bother to try. Captain wouldn’t let you get killed. Or grabbed. Not while he was right next to you, anyway.

A door opened and Captain pulled you through. A moment later he was gently tipping you into a bed, and you sighed as you went entirely limp. He huffed and pulled your shoes off for you.

“Sleep well, love,” he murmured, one finger gently touching your temple.

And you were out.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

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yeaimsafiya · 1 year ago

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EUPHORIA

CHAPTER ONE* back from rehab extended

SYPNOSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER I'M SORRY GUYS!! Yes I know I was supposed to post this part FOUR FLIPPING MONTHS AGO but I got so busy with school that I forgot that I was supposed to upload (and also took a break bc school is fckin tiring). BUT ITS HERE, THE FULL CHAPTER! This chapter has most of the first half from last time but if you don't want to re-read it, please skip to the third cut of this one. I Love you guys so much and I'll have most of my chapters out when I can this and next month- Love you all, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, VERY LONG CHAPTER, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be either blocked or removed

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except for the person standing in front of you.

i. <3

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright s/n, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

ii. <3

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"And I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in their freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

iii. <3

In truth, you really didn't have a problem with Bakugo, but that was before all the bullshit with Jirou. I mean you never liked him, and once, during freshman formal, he tried fingering you on the dance floor without your consent. But like... This was Japan. And if they were throwing an end-of-summer party...

"Yo, I'd do it for Y/n! Haha!"

..Of course you'd fucking go.

"Yo, the whole world's gonna be talking about how Kirishima threw the grimmest banger of the summer," The blonde had said, driving in the front seat.

"I don't know bro. You know my mom's a real OCD. She sees one little scratch on the wall, the dishes are out of order-" His red-haired friend said before being interrupted.

"We'll just take a picture of everything. We'll put it back the way we found it."

"The fuck is this? Mission Impossible?" The red-haired asked.

"Could you please stop fucking worrying about your mom? You need to be worrying about all the pussy that we're gonna smash tonight."

"No, no, no, nonono, isn't Ochako coming tonight?"

"Who cares, I'on give a fuck. She's the one who broke up with me in the first place; So fuck her."

"See, no, 'cause she's crazy bakubro. I don't need her coming here and burning my house down."

"Shut the fuck up you red-haired bitch," he snarled back.

"See this is exactly what I've been talking about. Right here," the blonde haired said at the sight of the purple haired girl riding her bike, headphones in her ears; Jirou.

"Bro, don't do anything stupid. Come on let's just go" Kirishima protested, he was not with the blondes idea. But the blonde ignored him as per usual.

"Yo what up B! How about you come and ride this dick?" He yelled at the indigo haired girl, in which she raised the finger back at him.

He laughed at her as she fell from her wobbly bike, slashing her knee onto the pavement; While the red-haired sat and stared.

"What the fuck bro?!" Kirishima replied, concerned as to why his own best friend would do that but cmon, lets be real, it was Bakugo.. he didn't care.

"Whoops."

Jirou moved from the city to the suburbs right wafter her mom and dad had gotten a divorce. She doesn't really like to talk about it, but dads almost never get full custody, so you know some shit had definitely went down.

She went to about three weeks of summer school with Tsuyu, who failed Intro to Visual Arts.

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"Guys, do you think my areolas look weird?" The pink haired known as Mina asked, right out of the blue.

"No, they look fine to me kero," Tsu replied back; confused as to why she would ask a question like that.

"But like on the edges though.."

"Mina, they're fine."

"Okay; fine like they look strange or fine like nobody's going to notice them?"

"Fine like shut the fuck up Mina; You're over-exaggerating ," A black haired girl known as Momo had said from the bathroom, annoyed by the brunette's self-degradation.

"Disgusting, I look absolutely disgusting."

"Mina, you need to snap the fuck out of your delusions, your hot as fuck! Bakugo's just a big ass loser who cares?" Tsu argued back.

"He's not just a 'loser'. He's a dick."

"All dicks are losers, obviously."

"Look, besides that, y'all need to walk into this party like your pussy costs a million dollars," the black haired shouted from the bathroom.

"Real, I'd settle for like, at least fifty grand."

"Fifty grand is a million dollars Mina."

"I could settle for, like, four Corona Lights and some non-rapey affection."

"That's sounds depressing."

"Either way, Bakugo's just totally ruined my confidence. I thought he was different but he's just one of those people who are constantly criticizing everything about you."

"Yep. That's about almost every guy."

"Honestly, you just need to catch a dick and forget about your troubles."

"Girl, you just need to catch a dick."

"Seriously, Uraraka, the best thing to do after a recent breakup is to fuck someone completely new, and then move on."

"Please, Momo, remind me again how many guys you've fucked before? And yeah, cat-fishing, that don't count.?"

"Tsu, could you not be a fucking cunt for like, 15 seconds?"

"Hey Mina?" Her father questioned, walking in with no knowledge of the situation in front of him; causing a reaction out of her.

"Dad, stop being a damn pervert! We're literally, like, all naked in here!"

And with that response, her dad had left without a sound.

iiii. <3

"Y/n, where the hell have you been?" Your mother asked, upset and concerned.

"I just went out to eat, nothing else," You lied

"What the hell do you mean, 'you went to eat'?" She questioned.

"What?" You questioned back whilst walking away to calm the situation. However, your mom wasn't going to till she had her answer.

"What?! Don't you walk away from me." She yelled whilst continuing to follow you. And if you'd look close enough, you could visibly see that she was pissed by the way her face heated up.

"You know what, Y/n? I don't even think I can trust you anymore at this point."

"Mom, I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me where you were."

"I just said I went to fucking eat!"

"Don't you talk to me like that! You know what? I'm gonna drug test you." She said, but in response, you had slammed the door to your room out of anger and frustration.

"Don't be slamming no doors around here."

"It was an accident."

"I don't care. You're not leaving this house until you take a drug test."

"I just peed!" You shouted, slamming another door in the house.

"Slam another door."

"That girl's gonna be the death of me."

Now see, there's a few ways to beat a drug test. The first is simple. Just stop doing drugs. But if you're in a bind and totally fucked, there are some others.

Option one: niacin. It's a B vitamin that, like, breaks down fat and chemicals or whatever, and if you take a lot of it, like 2,000 milligrams, then chug a few gallons of water, you can flush your system in two to three days. The only problem is, it has a few side effects. Skin flushing, extreme dizziness, vomiting, rapid heartbeat, and sometimes death. I don't recommend it. Nor does any legit drug site on the internet.

Option 2: synthetic urine.. Yeah, fucking right

Option 3: get a non-drug addict friend to piss for you. The only problem is... ...most over-the-counter home drug testing kits come with a heat-sensor strip that detects the temperature of your urine. And if your parents watch you pee, you can't really do the sink trick. So you gotta get it fresh.

"Hey, Rue."

"Hey, I... I need a favor."

"What?"

"I... like for real, Uraraka."

"What?"

"Side effects of this option?"

"Are you serious?"

"Please. Thanks."

"Hey, Rue. How was rehab?" The brunettes mother questioned, sitting on the couch whilst smoking a cigarette.

To be completely honest, it was Shit. But you obviously weren't gonna tell them that were you?

"It was good. It was really good," you lied.

"Well, that's good. How long have you been back?"

"Five days."

"Oh. New chapter then, isn't that great!"

"Mom."

"Hmm?"

You and Uraraka have known each other since pre-school. And like, in some ways she's your best friend, even though you think you've grown apart. You don't really have much in common anymore.

"Did you meet any cute guys there?" Her mother kept asking while you were talking to her.

"Here's that eyeliner."

"Thanks."

"Mom, I have to pee!" You yelled as she entered the bathroom, watching you before her very eyes.

"I wish we could do this in a way that wasn't a complete invasion of my privacy."

"Well, you lost your right to privacy after your overdose."

"That was a mistake."

"Don't be flip, Y/n."

"Could you... Thank you."

You don't understand. This was the most frightening moment a mother could witness. And S/n... ,S/n who absolutely idolizes you...

"Listen, I know Mom.."

"To have her find you unconscious..."

"Can we just... Can we not do this right now, Mom?"

Rue?

Rue.

Rue..?

I know a lot of people probably hate it right now, and you probably get it. If you could be a different person, I promise that you would. Not because you specifically want to, but because they do. And therein lies the catch.

"I'm sorry... for slamming the door earlier."

"It's okay. I forgive you. Come here," she said, embracing you in a 3 minute hug; almost as if she was going to lose you to somebody.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I spend the night at Uraraka's?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Thanks."

"..Yeah."

Do not steal, use or re-upload my work without given my permission or consent. If so, you will either be blocked and/or removed.

#bakusqaud #drama series #euphoria #mha x reader #my hero acedamia #character x character #lgbtqiia+#mha class 1a #mha smut #EUPHORIA #chapter 1 #full chapter #edited

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jerseyshoresy · 1 year ago

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Daddy Dearest Daryl

ANGST, FLUFF

Daryl and reader expand the fam!

Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , please enjoy!! <3)

Warnings: one instance of cussing

Being a parent was hard.

Your daughter was born three months ago and you and Daryl have never been happier. She was the cutest thing, having inherited Daryl’s deep blue eyes and your bright smile. She was the light of your lives and you’d do anything for her… but you just wished that whatever she needed right now at 2:33 in the morning could wait until daybreak. Her cries rang through your room like there was a five alarm fire and she was the 20 fire trucks that showed up to the call. Even with your home in the middle of a farm in the land of nowhere, you were surprised all of Letterkenny hasn’t knocked on your door asking you and your baby to keep the noise levels down. Sighing, you sat up and wiped the sleep from your eyes the best you could while simultaneously putting your feet into the slippers next to your bed.

“Shh, honey, I’m coming,” you told your daughter. As you went to the crib, you noticed she was already out of it and in Daryl’s arms as he tried consoling her. He was standing, trying to rock her back to sleep.

“Dary, I got it. You go back to sleep, you worked all day.”

Daryl furrowed his brow.

“What, and you didn’t work? I know for a fact that baby watching is serious business. I got her, you try and get some rest.”

You loved your daughter and you loved Daryl but you knew there was no way you could sleep with the crying. You and Daryl were now used to getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter or rock her to sleep, but tonight seemed especially difficult and you felt yourself getting a bit cranky.

“Dary. I’m already awake and I can’t sleep until she does. Go back to bed.”

“No way! I’m already up too. If you can’t sleep right now, why don’t we just stay up together?”

You shot him a look.

“Because that’s stupid.”

He shrugged the best he could with a wailing baby over his shoulder.

“Yeah, probably. I’ve been told I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed many times.”

You tried so hard to be mad at him but you just had to crack a smile. Daryl was a caring father and husband with a silly sense of humor which was just another reason on the long list of why you loved him.

“Fine then. Since we’re both doing this, I’m going to get her bottle,” you said, going to the kitchen and coming back into your bedroom with some milk. Daryl took it from you graciously and began to feed your baby. You didn’t know what washed over you, if it was the lack of sleep or what, but the sight of your husband and your child bonding together like that was too much for your emotions and you started crying. Daryl, ever so attentive, quickly guided you back to the bed to sit down. He had his crying daughter in his arms and sobbing partner sat next to him, he was feeling a type of tired that he didn’t know was humanely possible, and yet he was still so ridiculously happy that this little family was all his. As you calmed down, so did your baby. Daryl cautiously set her down in her crib as she finally began her descent back into dreamland.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” Daryl whispered, taking your hand gently in his and leading the way. You took your place at the dining table while Daryl made you your favorite hot drink. When he took his place next to you and laid a hand soothingly on your back, you felt yourself want to cry even more. You’d snapped at him, yet he’d gone out of his way to still treat you with kindness. You thanked the universe every day for giving you a man like him.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly as to not wake your sleeping daughter.

“Not really, but I know I need to,” you said, resting your face in your hands. “I think I just got super overwhelmed. You know I love you and our daughter so much. It’s like, I know I’m a parent now, but sometimes it just hits me that it actually happened. I see the two people I love more than this entire world and I… I guess I’m just so grateful beyond words for the life I’ve been given that I burst into tears randomly. I’m also really, really fucking tired.”

Daryl wrapped you in a tight hug, resting his stubbled chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much, y/n. We’re gonna get through the hard parts together, like we always do. You’re such a great partner and parent and there’s no one else I’d rather share a child with.” When you pulled apart from the hug, you two shared a tender kiss.

“I don’t have work tomorrow so how about I’m on baby duty while you get the day to try and catch up on rest a bit?” Daryl suggested, and you nodded sleepily in agreement. He continued on.

“So, now that we got that all sorted out, do you think we’re ready for our second kid?”

“Daryl, I swear to God—!”

#letterkenny x reader #daryl x reader letterkenny #dary x reader #letterkenny x y/n #letterkenny one shot

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selfshipping-shapeshifter · 3 months ago

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Cw: Slightly yandere and obsessive behavior

A oneshot I wrote a long time ago that got deleted when I deleted and remade my blog, so I rewrote it again :3

This would've been one of his worst work days he's ever had. Keyword; would've. Most of the day was exhausting and stressful, yes, but there's one factor that makes this day memorable to him; his new obsession.

Saltbaker sighs heavily and closes the door to the kitchen, collapsing on a nearby chair and leaning his head back against the wall. The day is almost done and he hopes no one else will walk in and order something. He's had enough for today; he can't deal with another impatient customer.

He perks up when he hears the chime of the front door bell ringing and he's about to sigh in exhaustion before he pauses when he hears their voice.

“...hello?” A soft, kind voice asks from the bakery. Their voice is feminine and quiet, almost like they're too shy to speak; he could barely hear them. Maybe dealing with this last customer won't be so bad…

Standing up, he steps out from the kitchen and closes the door behind him. “Welcome in! What can I get you?” He asks, putting his cheerful mask on once again and taking a look at the last customer for the day.

Dear lord, he was not prepared for how pretty they were going to be. Short, plump, and curvy, his exact type in a woman, with a black dress and a dark brown trench coat. They're a merfolk covered in monochromatic turquoise scales with golden glowing eyes he could stare into for hours.

“Oh, hello! For a moment I thought you were closed-” Amber beams at him.

“Ah-hah, not yet I'm afraid. I close up in an hour, but I was debating on closing a bit early today.” Saltbaker replies politely, although it's clear he's a bit tired.

“Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- don't let me stop you from closing up.” They say sheepishly. Is that…genuine remorse? Just for showing up an hour before closing? Maybe if they were someone else, he'd take them up on the offer, but part of him wants to keep them around for as long as he can.

“No, no! It's alright, don't worry about it!” Saltbaker reassures.

“Are you sure? I don't want to overwork you or anything…” Amber says, not sure if they should stay or go.

“I'm sure, I wouldn’t mind taking care of the order of such a pretty lady.”

Amber smiles at his flattering words and glances away. “I-If you're sure…”

“What can I get you this evening?” He asks in a softer, more gentle tone to persuade them to stay.

“Um…” Amber looks down at their options, biting their lip in contemplation. There's quite a few sweets left over from the busy day and they all look really good, however Amber has rather picky taste buds, so only one thing catches their eye. “Can I have the chocolate chip cookie, please?”

“Of course! That'll be $3, miss.” He gives them a small nod. Amber fishes out three $1 bills from their purse and hands it to him, which he takes before handing them the cookie.

“Thank you!” They beam at him and take a small bite out of the cookie. “Mmm, this is delicious! No wonder everyone always calls you the greatest chef in all the lands!”

For the first time in a long time, Saltbaker blushes; although it's barely noticeable. “Oh, thank you dear! You're too sweet…”

“I'm just being honest; this is the best cookie I've ever had!” They beam at him. They hesitate for a moment before adding; “Um…would you mind if I started coming in more often to write my book? O-Of course I'll still buy something every now and again so I'm not loitering or anything.”

They…want to come back? As a regular? They want to see him again? A bright smile grows on his lips. “Of course, it's no problem! As long as you don't mind if I chat with you occasionally when you're here!”

“Aw, of course I don't mind!” They beam back at him.

The hour passes fast, it almost feels like minutes. The whole hour is spent just the two of them chatting, occasionally snacking on some of the goods that didn’t get sold. The best part in Saltbaker's eyes? They helped him clean up the bakery before they left.

“Bye Saltbaker, I'll see you tomorrow!” Amber beams at him as they walk away towards their home, waving him goodbye.

“Goodbye, Amber!” Saltbaker waves at them before closing the door to the bakery. He leans his back against it with a dreamy sigh, looking up at the ceiling with a bright smile plastered on his lips.

↠❀↞

Months have passed since he met them and his love and obsession for them has only worsened. They visit quite often and when they do, his day is always instantly made. They even occasionally help out in the bakery when there's too many customers, which gives him an idea…

Once again, Amber’s sitting in his bakery writing in their book; a cup of ice cold tea and a plate of cookies on the table in front of them, which they've occasionally snacked on while they write.

Saltbaker hopes his staring isn't obvious, however the way he's leaning against the counter and watching them like a lovesick puppy gives it away. He can't help it, they're just so pretty. The way they're sitting there with their legs crossed, biting their lip as they think about what to write next.

A thought comes to mind and Saltbaker breaks the silence. “Amber?”

They perk up when he speaks and they turn to him with a hum of questioning. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever noticed you bite your lip when you think?”

A shy smile appears on their lips and they turn their body to face him better. “I do?”

“Yes, you do. You bite your lip quite often, I'd say. It's pretty cute.” He says.

“Aww, you noticed that?” They ask with a bright smile.

“Of course I did! How could I not?”

“Aww…!” Amber turns to hide how bright their smile is and the blush on their cheeks just from that one comment.

The two are interrupted when someone walks in; another customer he has to serve. Unfortunately, it's one that has a reputation for being unpleasant to serve.

“Hello ma'am, what can I get you today?” He asks the woman politely, dreading the inevitable.

“Do you have any pots and pans for sale?” The woman asks, already irritated with him. A simple question he wouldn't be annoyed by, however this woman has come in once every week for the past month asking the same god damn question only to yell at him when he gives his answer. Although, this is the first time Amber’s been in the same room as her.

“You already know the answer to that, ma'am. I don't.” Saltbaker says politely, hiding his irritation behind a forced smile, trying to not make it look like a grimace.

“I know, I’m waiting until you finally sell some. Why don't you?” She asks.

“I've told you; I focus on baked goods here, not kitchenware.” He says politely.

Amber turns and gives the two a confused look, baffled by the woman's demand. They stand up and approach the two as she belittles him for something so small and meaningless.

“Excuse me, what's going on?” Amber asks politely, stepping up to the woman.

The woman turns to Amber with a glare. “Did you seriously not hear me? Or are you that ignorant to the world around you?” She snaps.

Not only is Amber taken aback by the undeserved insult, but Saltbaker is too. He clenches his fists, not intervening yet. He knows he shouldn't do anything too rash, he has a reputation as a sweet baker to uphold.

“No, I heard you. I'm just…confused as to why you're yelling at him for something that isn't his fault.”

“It is his fault- he's the one who's choosing not to sell me anything!”

“What you're asking is something he isn't selling; there's literally a kitchenware shop a few blocks down you could be shopping in.”

“Well I want the same stuff he has so my cooking gets better.”

“That's…not how it works.”

“You just don't understand because nothing goes on in that pretty little head of yours.”

That does it. “You shouldn't talk to them like that.” Saltbaker snaps as politely as he can while showing his irritation.

The woman turns to him with a surprised look before glaring at him. “Why shouldn't I? She's the one who's being rude.”

“No they're not, they're being just as polite as I am. They're one of my closest friends and I can't let you insult them like that. If you're just going to insult us and not buy anything, I'll have no choice but to kick you out.”

“B-But-!”

“No buts. You've kept coming in once every week and you've never bought anything; do I need to ban you too?”

The woman huffs before storming out of the store, slamming the door shut. Amber turns to Saltbaker. “Damn, what's her problem?”

He chuckles softly, the tension in his body easing. “I have no idea, dear. She's been asking the same question for about a month now.” He replies, turning to them as his shoulders slump.

“Really?” They ask, even more baffled. “Hopefully she stops this time.”

“Agreed…” He nods. There's a pause before he speaks again. “Thank you…for helping me deal with her.”

“Of course! Thank you for standing up for me.”

“Aw, it was no problem honey.” They blush slightly at the pet name and beams at him. He admires their bright, adorable smile before he realizes now's a good time to ask them something. “My dear, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, what is it?” Amber asks, tilting their head to the side a bit in questioning.

“Well…would you ever consider working here with me? It gets stressful doing this all alone, and I love your company.” He asks.

“Really?” They perk up, their smile brightening. “I'd love to!!”

Perfect, they agreed! He didn't have to try to persuade them or anything; maybe they like him as much as he does? “Great! I'm looking forward to it!”

#amber's writing #my love for salt has been taken to a new level 🔪❤️🧂#selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #selfship community #self ship community #selfshipping community #self shipping community #oc x canon #canon x self insert

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peacestale921 · 9 months ago

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𝔓𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔡𝔢𝟏: 𝔑𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

Long ago,there were two races on earth:monsters and humans.

One day,however,one human was lying bleeding. Azriel,whose human soul he had captured,explained to the humans with tears in his eyes.

The humans empathized and decided to make the world a better place for monsters and humans to live.

What...?What's this...？

The chiriping of bady birds echoes in the sky. I somehow turned on the TV and heard the police officer support robot＿＿Metaton introducing the members of the police officer group.

Dr. Alphys is a doctor, not a police officer, so next...Undyne.

The introduction of a special type of police officer for monsters, is shown on the screen.

She can catch monsters with powerful magic...well, she's strong. Apparently, she is in training＿oops. The camera cut as soon as I thought I saw her face filling the......screen. I think it's amazing how close you can get in an instant.

Next shown was Papyrus, a human special type of police officer. Apparently he is busy on a mission, and Metaton is explaining him instead. He is friendly and kind, but has no mercy for criminals…I agree. I, too,

"must learn from his core strength..."

While I was thinking to myself, he moved on to the next introduction.

Next up is Papyrus' brother, Sans. He is a survivaillance special type police officer.The brothers are all very...huh?

......sleeping. I didn' t expect him to be dozing off when he is usually so firm…is he tired?

I spend my days as a prince, the son of a monster king, but to honest, even though I am a prince, I am still a child. There is not much to do, and if there is, it is only study. There is only so much I can do…but I would like to do something for the weary Sans.

He is always working hard for us and we need him to take a break once in a while.

"……He's still sleeping."

Even though he doesn't move that much all the time, he much be fatigued if he has to work almost every day without break. It would be bad to wake him up……. I brought a towel to at least keep him from getting cold. But apparently the shock woke him up.

"Oh, did you get up?"

He blinked and focused, then his eyes widened in surprise, "Eh, Prince??" I only mumbled.

"You must be tired. How about taking a break?"

When I suggested this, he became a little distressed. He may be thinking that he can't just abandon his important work, no matter how tired he is. But if he doesn't take a day off, his work efficiency will definitely drop. Sans would understand.

"umm…OK,try telling frisk."

I don't know if he was thinking about the work that was about to begin, or if my concern was conveyed to him, but it seems that he decided to take a leave of absence.

"Hooray! If you were to take many days off, you'll have to tell me!"

Sans lightly brushed off my unintentionally happy and slightly excited words with a “Ok, ok,” and headed for Frisk, still rubbing his sleepy eyes. Hehehe, I hope I was of some help.

A slightly overpriced chocolate chip cookie placed quickly in front of me. And a little further back, there is Sands with a big smile on his face.

"Do you want a rest?"

When I asked him a straightforward question, he seemed to have given up trying to deceive me and replied, "Yes." I asked him a direct question, and he seemed to have given up trying to deceive me.

Frankly, it is not a good idea to have Undyne or Papyrus or Sans out. These three are the heart and soul of the police force. However, I think they will be hard pressed to take zero vacation time.

We are not a black company, and it would be a problem if they get sick.

"Well, okay, I'll give you a rest."

"Really!?!?"

He leaned forward with a look of mixed surprise and delight on his face.

"When the vacations are over, I'll have you working as hard as you can."

When I added that, he looked as if he wanted to say, "Oh, no..."After that, he simply replied, "OK…," as if he had given up.

Rough audio reaches your ears.

"Azriel! I got some time off work!"

A happy voice and a familiar name.

The girl smiled with hatred.

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heartxshaped-bruises · 3 months ago

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Rachel chuckled at the idea that the absence of a driver's license would keep him from driving a car. He'd been driving around on the property in rust buckets before Rey had been even a consideration for A PASSENGER PRINCESS. That's what a family business and three boys to help out on the weekends would do. He'd never developed the same interest in cars like Rafe, but it was enough to pester his brothers to teach him how to change a flat tire, if the occasion arose when he'd have to avoid calling a towing truck. Without a license you became a victim of circumstances - like rusty nails on the road.

As Rachel lifted the can again to his lips, he felt Rey's eyes on him. Frankly, he'd noticed a little while ago that the other was looking at him, but he'd left him to his own thoughts while being busy with his own. There was never such a thing as AWKWARD SILENCE between them. Quietness might be rare, but it was comfortable. Most of the times.

Right now though there was some sort of weight attached. Rachel had felt it growing since he fell silent and couldn't put his finger on it. Well... he wasn't the pushy type. He didn't feel like nudging Rey for whatever it was. A tiny part of him feared that Rey would clam up and Rachel wasn't willing to risk that. He just got his best friend back. That wasn't something you gambled with. AND YET... wasn't it strange that this even crossed his mind? Rey disappearing from one day to the other surely left its marks, if he thought it was that easy to drop Rachel like a hot potato again.

❛❛Huh?❜❜ Only when Rey addressed him, Rachel turned to meet his eyes, the Dr. Pepper can stopping halfway to his mouth. What the other said then sent a strange twinge of relief and the old, familiar sting straight through his chest. Man, he tried to not be sentimental, but it was hard when you waited for years for AN APOLOGY, a word, literally anything that would explain what happened. If he did something wrong, if someone else did something wrong or to Rey, and if Rachel had known, if there would've been any chance that he could've changed what had happened. Made a difference.

But as things were, Rachel mastered the art of playing things down, even if they were a big deal. ❛❛Yeah... it was shitty❜❜, he slowly admitted and a strained smile glitched across his face, before the can finally touched his lips again. To be honest, it meant a lot to have Rey acknowledge the shittiness of it all. It made Rachel more justified in the hint of smoldering resentment that had crept in over the years, but it was mostly overshadowed by LONELINESS AND GUILT for even feeling that way. He always thought he missed Rey more than the other way around. There were questions burning behind his skull. Way too many and he didn't want to sour their little reunion just yet. So he'd swallow them now and just hope he wouldn't projectile-vomit them up later.

Rachel drummed his fingertips against the metal of the truck bed, eying Rey a little longer than intended. ❛❛Honestly, I -- I didn't think you'd ever show up again. The way you went about it and stuff. But I guess you had your reasons.❜❜ His voice trailed off a little bit, then he snorted softly. ❛❛God, this place sucks. At least one of us got out of here. You remember that Davies girl, right? Alis? WE HAD SOME CURFEWS right after you left, but it's not like they ever found something...❜❜ The memory stirred vividly for a moment. A darker chapter of this place that he still thought about once in a while. There were search parties, even a bit of news coverage, but when girls went missing in small towns, the chances were about 85% that you'd never see them again.

Rachel blinked and got up to climb out of the truck-bed, glancing at Rey over the orange metal-railing. ❛❛Maybe she pulled something like you and got away. Anyway. Next time, just hit me up and take me with you, will ya? I'll happily ride with you into the sunset on my bicycle for good.❜❜ // @feveredbcnes

Contd Thread II @heartxshaped-bruises

Reynardine burst out laughing as he noticed the tow truck trundling along, knowing full-well that his display had been witnessed by its driver and passenger; he felt no shame. He was used to embarrassing himself in public. After an exaggerated wave directed towards them, he plonked back down on the truck bed and flashed a grin at Rachel. That was enough about him. He wanted to know how his best friend was doing, diverting the subject of tattoos over to where Rachel ended up. Truth be told, it was a complete surprise to see him still living here. Despite what the teachers predicted, what society expected of the youngest Dolan, Reynardine believed that he would break the chain. He still did. All throughout high school, out of the two, he was convinced that Rachel would go far; he was smarter and had drive. There was still plenty of time. One of these days, his best friend would spread his wings - so to speak - and pursue greater opportunities than packing bags in a supermarket. And he would be happy. That was the main thing. Reynardine never wanted to see that smile leave Rachel's face.

"Go for it, man!" He encouraged, remembering how much he used to draw during detention. They never failed to impress him -- his sketches were amazing. When they finally decided to hold a proper conversation, Rachel revealed his sketchbook to Reynardine during one of their many detentions, apprehensively showing off a variety of horror inspired pieces. After that, he often asked to see what he was working on next, and slowly but surely, they added to their list of things in common. Their friendship blossomed as each day passed, surprising everyone around them. If they knew that forcing them to spend time together for an hour in an empty classroom would stop them killing each other, they would have tried it sooner. But miracles had a time limit. Their new-found solidarity made them unstoppable forces. Combined, they became a problem for everybody else.

"You'll get there, I believe in you," he added with a determined nod, knowing that when Rachel set his mind to something, he never backed down. Money was an issue for now, but his friend was such a hard worker. Nothing could stand in his way. Reynardine wished he had half that motivation back then. Maybe things would have turned out differently; he might have actually led a normal life. Graduated with flying colours and focused on a career -- but fate clearly had other ideas. The only motivation he had was to run away from a problem that still plagued him today. It was the one thing he was good at.

"So...you're not my designated driver yet? I was countin' on you, dude. You know I've always wanted to be your passenger princess," he tutted, throwing his hands up in a dramatic fashion before laughing. It was probably a good thing none of them learned how to drive, especially when they were younger. He could only imagine the kind of trouble they'd cause. Their reckless minds behind the wheel of a car was a recipe for disaster. "But...I mean, 'm sure we can both fit on a scooter if push comes to shove, right? Maybe upgrade to a push bike. I can sit on the handlebars..." he trailed off in thought, before snorting at the mental image. It reminded him of when he used to skateboard everywhere during high school. The board was always stuck to his side, and he was littered with many scars from the numerous times he scraped up his elbows and knees on a regular occurrence. But there was one particular concave scar on his right shoulder that held more significance. It was from Rachel after he decided to throw a stick under his moving wheels, sending him a good distance before landing sideways on the pavement. He was convinced his shoulder was broken, but all that was damaged in the end was his ego.

As Rachel continued talking, Reynardine lay down on the truck bed and stared up at the bright sky, resting his hands underneath his head. Not a cloud in sight. "Shit, really? 'm sorry to hear tha'." He commented in surprise after hearing about Rafe's accident. Although he never really spoke to him, sympathy was expressed; it sounded horrible. A life-changing injury was no joke. "Yeah...yeah, of course. I won't do anythin' like tha'." Reynardine would never point out the insecurities of other people, especially when it came down to something they had no control over. Although he ripped into Rachel - back then and now - he always made sure to keep it within the limits of what they could handle. It worked both ways. Once the teasing got too much, they stopped before it bordered into straight up bullying. "Wait, you kick my ass? I think you'll find it's the other way around, dude." He grinned up at Rachel, trying not to appear offended as he shoved the other to prove his point.

They fell into comfortable silence after that. As Rachel stared ahead, Reynardine stared at him. Not a lot had changed about him and it was almost like looking into the past, but not quite. There was one key difference from then and now. Whilst one friend remained human, the other did not. And it was a frightening change. They could never pick up where they left off before Reynardine disappeared, because he was no longer the same person Rachel knew. He felt like a fraud, pretending to carry on like nothing happened and be -- well, Rey. Good ol' Rey. They were two halves of a whole idiot, but Reynardine felt like the biggest loser right now. He was scared back then, choosing to abandon everyone for fear of hurting them. But out of everyone, he should have confided in Rachel; trusted him to understand and be there for him in such a confusing moment of his life. Maybe they could have come up with some sort of plan and he would have stayed. But no -- he decided to leave him in the dark and without answers for years.

"...Hey, Rach?" He spoke up, trying to sound steady. He had to tell him. He deserved to know. But when Rachel looked over at him, Reynardine froze. His throat suddenly felt dry, heartrate picking up as he completely lost the confidence. The unknown outcome of his admittance terrified him. So with a small sigh, he backtracked. "I missed you, y'know?" At least he was telling the truth with that, but he needed to get something else off his chest. "And 'm...so sorry for leavin' you behind. It was a shitty thing to do."

#★ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ && ʀᴇʏɴᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇ (01)#feveredbcnes #★ qᴜᴇᴜᴇ #[ man; I was sitting here like “TELL HIM REY!!” and then just 😩]#[ also -- sorry for disappearing. life is kicking my butt rn ]#long post

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thatgirlstrawberry · 2 years ago

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Forgotten Dates, Hurt Feelings

Feb. Request - 2

In which Spencer forgets a date night with his wife

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt feelings, fluff, mentions of sex

Y/N smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had just finished getting ready for her monthly date night that Spencer promised her. She had on a tight fitted black dress, her hair was curled to perfection and she stood a whole three inches taller with her sparkly black heels. Her lips were a dark red color that she only wore on nights out with him and only him. She knew he loved the way it would look smudged by the end of the night.

When she went out with her husband and their children, she didn't go all out on what she wore because it was usually to zoos or grocery stores.

She loved her children. She really did but God, did she need someone one on one time with her husband. It was always 'mom' this and 'mom' that. They never got the chance to even complain to their father because he was always at work. And when he did come home, he never had time for her because he was spending time with his kids. But the time they were in bed, Y/N was too tired to do anything, much less do him.

The doorbell rang and she pulled down her dress a little and hurried out of her room. Her two kids were on the couch watching TV.

"Ashley's here, guys!" She told them excitedly as her heels clicked down the hallway.

She got to the door and opened it quickly. A red-haired girl in a white sweater and baggy jeans stood with a big smile on her face. "Hey, auntie Y/N!"

"Hey, sweetheart. Thank you so much for coming and watching the kids tonight." Y/N smiled, stepping out of her way and letting her in. "Spencer should be home any minute now."

"No problem! I love hanging out with my cousins."

Y/N smiled at this and walked into the living room. Her youngest was now hanging upside down on the couch with her feet in the air.

“Bo, Diane! You’re cousin Ashley is here!” She exclaimed, grabbing their attention.

Both of their eyes widened and they scrambled off of the couch, attacking Ashley’s legs.

Y/N smiled at them. “Thank you so much again for this, Ash. I really need a night out.”

“No problem! Also you look so good!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “Aw, thank you!” She looked down at her children. “Bed by 9? And if you can’t get them down, don’t worry about it, we’ll handle it when we get home.”

Ashley nodded.

“Okay, I’ve got to go. Spencer is meeting me at the restaurant at 7.” She smiled, walking towards the coat closet to get her jacket.

“See you after your date!” Ashley called.

Y/N excitedly slipped her coat on over her dress and left the house, grabbing her keys on the way out.

.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaving the radio on so she could finish out her jam session she and Harry Styles were having.

When the song ended she smiled and looked at the clock on the screen.

7:01

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked around the parking lot for a minute before getting out and going inside.

The restaurant was busy. It was a Friday night and it was February so, she understood.

The hostess smiled at her as she walked up to the podium. “Hi there!” She beamed. “What can I do for you?”

Y/N grinned back. “Hello! My husband made a reservation under the name Reid.” She said.

“Gotcha!” The hostess said, looking down to type on her computer. Her furrowed brows made Y/N fidget with her wedding ring. “Uh… I’m not seeing a reservation under Reid. Could it be under a different one?”

Y/N but her lip. “Spencer?” She shrugged.

The woman hummed and shook her head. “Mm, I’m sorry. I’m not seeing that.”

Weird. I could have sworn I told Spencer to book two weeks ago.

“But, it’s your lucky day! I just had a table for two open up in the back area. If you want it, it’s yours.”

Y/N sighed in relief and placed a hand to her chest. “Oh my goodness, that would be great. Thank you so much!”

The hostess waved her hand and began to walk back to the table.

It was in a cute little secluded area, perfect for date night. Vines filled with flowers hung around the walls and ceiling and there were pretty fairy lights all around.

“I’m assuming you’d like to wait for your husband to start ordering?” She asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, thank you so much.”

The hostess nodded and walked away.

Y/N pulled out her phone and shot Spencer a quick text.

Y/N: Hey honey, are you almost here?

She slipped her phone back in her coat pocket and let her eyes explore the place a little more and did a little people watching.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer pulled into his driveway, turning off the car and letting out a heavy sigh. His head fell back against the head rest.

He had a tough week. His case he worked on went terribly. All he wanted to do was spend some restful time with his family.

And if the kids were asleep, which they should have been it was almost 9, he would just curl up on the couch with a glass of wine and his beautiful wife.

He got out of the car and walked inside his home, taking his coat off and tossing his keys in the bowl, not noticing that Y/N’s weren’t there.

He walked through the hallway and into the living room where his kids sat staring at the TV, too engrossed to even notice that he was there.

He heard dishes clanking in the kitchen and the sound of running water.

So he slipped past the couch and into he kitchen where he thought he’d find his wife but instead he found his 17 year old niece in law with her back turned to him, washing dishes.

She spun around when she felt his eyes on her.

“Uncle Spencer?” She asked loudly. “What are you doing here?”

He furrowed his brows. “I live here? W-what are you doing here, Ashley?” He asked, glancing around.

“I’m watching the kids… for you and aunt Y/N…” She spoke slowly, he confusion growing. “Where is she?”

“Y/N- shit!” He gasped and checked his watch.

9:05

“Shit, shit, shit!” He cursed, a wave of realization washing over him. He was soon spinning around and rushing to the front door.

When he got the foyer, he froze. Y/N was there closing the door with a McDonald’s bag in hand. She had a sad look on her face as she tossed her keys into the bowl.

She looked up at him and gave a weak smile, walking past him into the kitchen. “Y/N, baby?” He called following her.

She set the food down on the counter when she reached the kitchen. “Mommy, daddy!” Diane screeched when she saw her parents.

She got up from the floor and quickly rushed to them. She scooped Diane up into her arms and patted Bo on the head as he hugged her legs.

“Did you guys have fun with Ashley?” She asked, widening her eyes and smiling at them.

Spencer could tell it was a fake smile.

Both kids nodded and went on and on about their time with Ashley. “I’m glad you guys had fun! But it’s time for bed, kiddos.” She kissed each of their heads and hugged them tight. She looked up at her husband. “Spence can you put them to bed? I’m starved.” She shook her head.

Spencer nodded. “O-okay.” He bent down to take Bo in one arm and took Diane from Y/N with the other and left the room, taking them upstairs.

“How were they?” She asked the girl, sitting on the bar stool and opening the McDonald’s bag.

Ten minutes later, Spencer came back down from getting the kids to bed and he sighed, glancing at Ashley and then at his wife.

“Thank you for tonight, Ash. I left some money on the key table for you.” Y/N smiled. “Bye hon.”

Ashley nodded and waved at them before leaving.

A moment of silence was over the husband and wife until Spencer spoke. “Y/N, I am so so sorry.” He said, sitting next to her.

Y/N looked over at him. “I know.” She gave him a weak smile. “I just— how did you forget? I called you eight times.”

Spencer furrowed his brows and felt his pockets and took out his phone. “Shit, it’s on silent.” He shook his head.

Y/N nodded. “And we’ve also been talking about this since… last month. You have an eidetic memory, Spencer.”

He leaned forward and placed his hands on her halfway covered thighs. “I know, baby. I— I’ve had a tough week. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.” He tilted his head to the side.

“That was so embarrassing.” She shook her head. “I sat in a restaurant for an hour all dressed up. People gave me sad looks and it’s like I was in high School again getting stood up by a boy.” She looked down and placed her hands on his.

“I’m sorry you had a bad week.” She sighed. Spencer shook his head. “I shouldn’t be this upset.”

“No, honey, I’m sorry.” He said. “You’re here all day, everyday and I completely put you on the back burner and I know how much time away means to you.” He whispered. “You deserve to be mad at me.”

Y/N but her lip and stood up, Spencer did the same. “I could never stay mad.” She smiled. “Besides, we still have Valentine’s Day,” She shrugged. “And Ash will be free, so…” She slid her hands up his chest.

He looked down at her. “What if she has plans?”

Y/N smiled. “I love the girl but she’s hopeless.” She shook her head with a small chuckle.

Spencer laughed. “That’s so mean.” He told her, leaning down to peck her lips three times before giving her a long kiss.

She hummed and pulled away. “You don’t get wife-style kisses.” She shook her head. “You stood me up.”

Spencer groaned. “Have I told you how beautiful and sexy you look tonight?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Flattery won’t work either, Reid.”

She pulled away and spun around heading for the stairs, her heels clicking quietly. “Baby, please!” He gasped, feigning offense. “I’ll do the thing you like!” He called out. He was practically chasing her up the stairs.

“No sir.” Y/N hummed, narrowly escaping his grabby hands.

“Oh, don’t call me sir if you’re not gonna let me fu- ow!“

Y/N burst into a quiet fit of laughter as she spun and realized that her husband was so desperate that he fell up the stairs trying to get to her.

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