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afictionaladventure16 · 2 years ago

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hi!! maybe a fic where pedro has been away from his daughter for a while due to filming and just before a few days before he’s supposed to come home, he calls her saying he has to stay for a couple more weeks. she gets upset and maybe rebels and acts out in some way. the eventual reunion could either be a angsty or fluff depending on what ur goin for!! love ur writing btw!!

Broken Promises (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Word Count: 4,516

A/N: First of all, thank you for your kind words! It means a lot! <3 I live for angsty requests! This one was fun to write! I kind of took what you asked and did some twists... I hope you like it, though!! Requests are open to anyone who wants to send something in! Also, I don't know if Pedro's older sister has a husband so, i made it up. ALSO, 4.5 k words! This might be my longest one yet. I stayed up till 4:30 am writing this one....

You anxiously looked over at the clock that was mounted on the wall, “The more you look at it, the slower it’ll move,” your tia commented as she noticed you looking at the clock for the seventh time in the past five minutes. “He said he’ll call before he got on his flight, his flight isn’t until Seven. Hours away, so would you please finish your homework before your father kills me because your grades slipped while he was away.”

You groaned, “It’s killing me that he hasn’t called to let me know he made it to the airport, not even a text!”

“He’s a busy man, Y/N. Plus you know how he is, he forgets where he places his phone like ever single minute, that’s why he’s so attached to that damn iPad,” Your tia commented as she continued to chop up vegetables for dinner. But she had a point, he could have let his phone in his carry on, or some obvious place that was in plain sight.

You knew your dad too well, sometimes you thought you knew him better than he knew himself. Sometimes it was true and it scared you. Why? Maybe it was because he was everything to you and you were everything to him. It had just been the two of you since your mother passed and it was as if her passing brought the two of you closer. You bonded over her death in a morbid way.

His mother passed when he was young, so he knew how to be a shoulder to cry on.

He knew the right things to say and the wrong things to say.

He knew the things you would want to avoid, the people you wouldn’t want to see. Overall, he just knew the pain you would go through. Ever since you were just this dynamic duo.

When he was away filming, you missed him dearly, but it gave you time to spend with your cousins and family you don’t get to see as often.

“Any plans for his return home?” your tia asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“Well, I do have my tournament coming up, which is out of state and papi said we can go on a road trip. Take the scenic route and do all the stops.”

“He did mention that, he sounded pretty excited.”

“Yeah, plus this tournament is a pretty big deal, the top four teams will be competing to go to championship,” you explained. You wouldn’t say that soccer was your life, but you did love playing soccer. There was something about being on the field and just leaving everything on the sidelines, leaving all your trauma and past for a few hours and just being free.

You had gotten into soccer when you were fairly young. You remembered your parents always cheering for you in the sidelines and then it was just your dad, then sometimes it would only be your tia who always had her phone up with most likely, your dad on the other side of the phone. Slowly the emptier the sidelines got, the reason for you to play grew, the more you wanted to just be free from your mind.

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts, you jumped up and ran towards your phone that sat at the kitchen counter. “Papi?” You said as you answered the call.

“Y//N,” he began to say.

“About time you called, I was beginning to worry you had missed your flight or something. Are you at the airport already?”

“No,” He sighed.

“You’re kind of cutting it close, you know that right?” you glanced at the clock, six thirty, it had read.

“Cariño, I need you to listen to me,” he sighed.

You sat back down at the kitchen table, “What’s wrong?” you asked. Your mind was quick to race to certain thoughts, someone could be dead, you thought. Who could it be? You had been with your tia Javiera for the past month and she was the oldest. Usually she was the first to know everything.

“I’m sorry, Cariño,” he began. Your heart began to race, an uneasy feeling crept over you like storm clouds. “I’m gonna have to stay here for a few more weeks.”

“A few more weeks? B-But you’ll be here for our road trip right?” You were met with silence, a sinking feeling took hold in your stomach, “Right?” you asked again.

“Mija,” he muttered. Pedro spent the whole day putting off this phone call for this reason. He had gotten your hopes up and he knew you weren’t going to take it easy.

“Did you tell them no?”

“I can’t tell the directors no,” he answered.

“Did you even try?” Your voice choked with disappointment, he couldn’t be doing this. He promised he wouldn’t become that parent.

“Mija, I can’t say no, I have to stay here and do reshoots.”

“But our road trip!” You exclaimed.

“I know and I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Just like you promised to take me on this road trip?”

“Mija, por favor, Don’t do this to me,” he said, Pedro felt his heart heavy, he knew he was disappointing you and as much as he wanted to tell the directors to shove it and say no, he knew he couldn’t.

“Or like how you promised you’d never do this? How you promised you wouldn’t become that person.”

“Y/N,” When the first name came out, you knew he was beginning to get upset.

“Mija, give me the phone,” your Tia stepped in. She knew someone might say something they might regret and she didn’t want to see either of your hurt. But she forgot to realize you were her brothers daughter and just like him, you were stubborn too.

You held onto the phone, “You promised,” disappointment written over your voice, tears began to well up in your eyes.

“I know,” he whispered. If you had only seen how torn your father was at the moment, maybe you would have been okay with situation. Or maybe things would have turned differently, but you could only hear his voice and although, you heard the disappointment in his voice, you couldnt be bothered to care about it. All that mattered to you was that he had broken his first promise and you didn’t know if this was going to be the first of many and if so, what was next?

Would you be one of those kids that grew up only seeing their parents on the holidays and eventually writing a book titled, “My Parent, the Mandalorian, and the neglect I endured.” You never wanted to be one of those kids and when your dad first began to get bigger roles, he had promised you that you wouldn’t. That he wouldn’t become one of those famous parents.

You remained silent, hoping it was some kind of sick joke and maybe he’d say something along the lines of ‘Gotcha!’ or maybe he’d say ‘I’ll be there tomorrow, don’t worry!’ But seconds pass and he didn’t say any of it. “Okay,” you finally said.

“Mija,” Pedro began to say but you handed the phone to your tia.

“Pedro, it’s Javiera,” your tia said, a somber look fell on her face when she had heard him apologizing when she first took the phone. She felt bad for her little brother, but she also felt bad for you.

“Is she still there?” Pedro asks

Javiera looked at you, you wiped away tears that were managing to escape. You groaned to yourself, irritated with everything around you, you left the room. “She just left,” she replied.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“How do I fix this?” Pedro pleaded. Ever since your mother passed away, Pedro called his big sister for any little thing on parenting, he felt like every choice he made was the wrong one. Most of the time, it wasn’t, he was just overthinking it.

“There really is no way out of the reshoots? No way to reschedule?”

“Directors call,” he sighed. “I really fucked up, Javiera. No me va a perdonar” (She’s not gonna forgive me).

“No mas nicesieta tiempo. Let me talk to her, but for now… give her some space.”

“Are you saying not to call her?” Pedro questioned.

“Or text… just for a couple of days. If anything send her a goodnight text, but let’s not anger her more.” He let out a small sigh, Pedro always texted you. Even if he went the whole day without responding, he made sure to send a goodnight text every night.

“Alright,” he muttered. “I’m gonna need you to get in contact with the school, she’ll have to go with her team to the tournament.”

“I’ll contact them, and Pedro?”

“Mande?”

She let out a deep breathe, “It’s gonna be fine.”

Pedro tried his hardest to give himself a smile, to reassure himself that it would be fine and eventually it’ll pass, but he couldn’t. At the moment his heart was utterly broken, he had broken a promise, what felt like a sacred vow and now he had disappointed you. It probably wouldn’t be the first, but he sure as hell, hopes it wouldn’t become a habit.

Over the past week, you only left your room to go to school and shower. Your cousins dropped off your food in your room every day, you felt like they were somehow on your side. Your friends eventually began to blow up your phone, not only had you been distant with your family, but you’ve also been distant with them.

You felt your phone vibrate beside you, you groaned at the thought of getting a phone call from anyone. Picking up the phone you realized it was one of your teammates, Cassandra, “Yeah?”

“Finally you pick up,” Cassandra muttered. “Look, a bunch of us are going to go on a drive later tonight with Justin’s brother, he just got his license and we wanted to know if you want to join.”

“Can’t.”

“Oh come on, Y/N! You’ve been so distant and what will it hurt? You’re dad isn’t home anyway so he can’t say anything!”

You let out a sigh, she had a point, “I still have curfew.”

“So? Sneak out.”

You had to admit that Cassandra was a bad influence. She wasn’t your best friend, she was one of the girls in your soccer team. She was part of the older group in the varsity team, but she always invited you out. Part of you felt like she only did it because of your dads social status which is why you always declined her offer. That and because your dad didn’t really approve of you hanging out with her, he could always tell when someone was a bad influence. But Cassandra was right, he wasn’t here.

“Fine.”

“Really?” Cassandra asked taken back by your response.

“Like you said, my dad isn’t here, so it shouldn’t matter right?”

“Trouble in paradise?” She chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “What time should I be ready?”

“We’ll pick you up at midnight, we’ll shoot you a text when we’re down the block,” Cassandra said before she hung up the phone. You felt your nerves beginning to get worked up, you had no idea what you just got yourself into, yet something inside you felt carefree.

If your dad were home, you knew he wouldn’t approve of you going out so late. He definitely wouldn’t have approved of you going on a joy ride with someone you didn’t even know and had just gotten their license. He wasn’t here though.

You remained in your room while you waited, your Tia Javiera came to check on you before she went to bed. Soon after you heard your phone vibrate on your desk, for a moment you thought it was Cassandra but it was still an hour away from midnight. You glanced at your phone,

Goodnight, Mija ♥️

It was a message from your dad. You rolled your eyes and put your phone away. You spent the rest of your time getting ready, you wore something simple, but made sure to cover up from the cold. A few minutes past midnight you received a text from Cassandra saying that they were waiting down the block. You began to quietly make your way out of the house.

“Where you going?” you heard someone whisper.

You turned around to see your cousin Pedro in the middle of the kitchen, “Pedro, what are you doing up?”

He held up a sandwich, “where you going?”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, “I’m only going to be gone for an hour, it’s just a drive around the block with some friends.”

He chuckled, “I don’t care what you do, Y/N. I’ve been there before. Have fun and if you go to McDonalds bring me some fries, kay?”

You rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You playfully flipped him off before walking out of the house. You made sure to close the door softly behind you. Once you were in the clear you booked it down the street. You spotted Cassandra waving you down from a dark green Tahoe.

“This car is a piece of junk,” you commented as you got into the Tahoe.

“Hey, no disrespecting Hilda!” The driver who you assumed to be Jasons brother, exclaimed.

“She’s a piece of junk but she’s Marty’s piece of junk,” Jason commented.

“Correct!” Marty said. “Now let’s get this party started!”

Pedro woke up in a startle to the sound of his phone ringing, at first he had thought it was just his dream, but the sound slowly began to get louder and louder until finally he woke up. He groaned, “who the fuck is calling so early?” he muttered to himself.

“Hello?” he answered in an annoyed tone.

“Pedro?” he heard his sister on the other line, her voice sounded strain.

“Javiera?” Pedro quickly sat up.

“Pedro,” Javiera’s voice trembled, there was some ruffling sounds on the other line.

“Javiera?” No answer. “Javier, que te pasa?”

“Pedro?” Javiera’s husband had taken over the phone.

“Augustine? Que esta pasando?” (What’s happening) Pedro was no sitting on the side of his bed, he no longer felt drowsy.

Augustine sighed, “Pedro, no se como dicier te. Y/N snuck out a few hours ago,”

“Shit,” Pedro let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His mind had been racing to a million scenarios. “Well that’s a first,” he chuckled.

“Pedro,” Augustine said softly.

Pedro closed his eyes, the way Augustine said his name, he knew what it meant. “Is she okay?” Pedro asked as his voice trembled.

“She was in a car with a bunch of her friends and some drunk driver, he was driving over a hundred miles, the kid didn’t have a chance to react.”

“Augustine, is my baby okay?” Pedro was beginning to get ansty.

“She’s in the ICU,” Pedro could hear his sister crying in the background.

“Is she okay?” Pedro asked again.

“You need to get here as fast as possible, Pedro. She’s at Saint Mary’s Memorial Hospital, you know where that is?”

“Saint Mary’s, yeah,” Of course he knew where it was. He could never forget, it was the same hospital you were born at and now you were there again, but in different circumstances. Pedro was quick to hang up, calling his Director in the middle of night was something he would never do, unless it was something like this. Something like his daughter was hanging on by a thread and he didn’t care about anyones sleep, he just needed to get on the first plane back to New York.

The directors were understanding of the situation, they even helped Pedro get back to New York within the hour. He had never received treatment like that, but he was thankful for it.

Pedro had just a carry on, leaving most of his luggage back at the hotel with his assistant. He didn’t need much anyway, just the essentials.

Once he got out of the airport, he flagged down a taxi. The ride to the hospital seemed to be the longest ride ever. Pedro was anxious to get there, anxious to see you and to make sure you were okay. She’s in the ICU, Augustine’s voice kept repeating those words in his head like a broken record player. The sound of his sisters cries over the phone brought back memories he had thought he buried.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the brief halt of the car, Pedro looked out of the car window to see that he had arrived to his destination. “Thanks,” he said to the cab driver as he handed him some cash before bolting out of the car and into the hospital.

The sun was beginning to rise when Pedro finally arrived, he rushed over to the front desk. “May I help you, sir?”

“Uh- my, my daughter,” Pedro let out a shaky breath.

The receptionist knew that look too well, she had seen it so many times. “What’s the name?” she asked softly.

“Y/N Pascal.”

SHe was quick to type the name in, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was wait any longer. “Take the elevator to floor three.”

“Thank you!” Pedro ran over to the elevator, punch the button for floor three.

He ran out of the elevator once they opened.

“Pedro!” He heard his sister exclaim.

Pedro let out a sigh of relief, he ran over to her and gave her a hug.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“It’s alright,” he looked over at his nephews, they both were distraught of the situation. “You boys okay?”

Young Pedro looked over at his uncle, tears in his eyes, “I should’ve stopped her, Tio. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he pulled his nephew into the hug. Pedro didn’t know why he was trying to comfort everyone at the moment, maybe a part of him felt like it was his responsibility because he felt so much guilt. “Where is she?”

“The doctors have her in surgery right now, she had some internal injuries they hoped to repair.” Pedro choked back the tears, he sat down on one of the chairs nearby. “They said by the looks of the crash site, she got the worse of it. She was sitting in the spot the car impacted with.”

Pedro pinched the bridge of his nose, “How bad is it?”

“The doctors said something about possible physical therapy,” Javiera added. “It’s still all unknown at the moment.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Don’t say that, Pedro.”

“She isn’t that kind of kid, Javiera! She would’ve never done this unless she was really mad at me,” Pedro let out a shaky breath. Javiera placed a comforting hand on her brothers shoulder. “I can’t lose her, Javiera,” Pedro sobbed.

“I know,” she whispered. She let Pedro cry into her shoulder and he cried for a while. After about an hour, he began to calm down, everyone sat in silence as they waited for the doctors to come out. Hours passed by when finally a doctor walked out of the doubled doors and to the Pascal family.

“Family of Y/N Pascal?” the doctor nervously figeted with his hands.

Pedro stood up quickly, “How is she?”

The doctor cleared his throat, he never like this part of the job, speaking to the family. “There was a lot of damage and we did the best we could,” Pedro felt a sob make its way into his throat, he tried his best to hold it back, it wasn’t bad news yet. “But she’s steady now.” Pedro let out a deep breathe. “This isn’t the end of her journey yet, she has a long road of recovery. She’s lucky to be alive.”

Pedro had tears falling from his eyes, his baby girl was okay. “Thank you,” he said to the doctor, “Can I see her?”

“Of course, I’ll take you to her.” The doctor led Pedro through the doubled doors, “She’s in the post Surgery, we’ll be moving her back to the ICU later today.” The doctor stood beside one of the doors, “She’ll have a lot of wires surrounding her, it may look scary but it’s what’s keeping her alive. She might not wake up right away, if anything we don’t expect her to wake up for a few days. It’s common in severe crash victims,” the doctor explained. “The tube in her throat will be taken out once she can breathe on her own.”

“Can I touch her at least?”

The doctor nodded, “It’s like handling a newborn, you have to be a bit careful.” The doctor tried to give Pedro a reassuring smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly before opening the door. The doctor was right, the way the wires surrounded you scared Pedro. “Oh baby girl,” he said softly as he walked up to the bed. “I’m sorry,” he let out a sob. He sat on the chair beside your bed, taking your hand into his, he placed a kiss on the top of your hand. “I’m sorry I broke our promise, but you need to wake up for me okay?” He slowly moved a strand of hair out of your face, careful to not touch the tubing and wires. “Te quiero mucho, Y/N. No puedo vivir sin ti.” (I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t live without you).

As the days passed, Pedro stayed beside your bedside during the day and during the night. He never left your bedside, not even to shower although he was beginning to get remarks about how he smelled. He didn’t care, he wanted to make sure he was there when you woke up.

It had been a full week and you still hadn’t woken up. The doctors were beginning to worry, they started to do more tests to make sure they didn’t miss anything before or to see if anything new showed up.

“Pedro, you need to go home and at least shower,” Augustine said as he placed a plate of food on a small table nearby.

“I’m fine,” Pedro said as he kept his eyes on you. Augustine sighed, it was no use, there was really nothing that was going to convince Pedro to leave the room.

“Come on, Cariño,” Pedro said softly. “You need to wake up.” he squeezed your hand gently. Pedro was about to let go when he felt you squeeze his hand, his eyes widen and he squeezed your hand again. Few seconds later your squeezed his hand, “Yes!” he exclaimed. He got up from his chair, “She squeezed my hand!” he yelled out to the nurses that were outside the door. They came rushing in, beginning to check your pupils and your vitals.

“Get the doctor,” one of them commanded the other.

The doctor was ecstatic to see the vitals go up, “Y/N, if you can hear me, squeeze your dads hand.” You squeezed your dads hand again. Seconds later your eyes fluttered opened, you winced at the brightness of the room. You felt something lodge in your throat, you lifted your arm to touch it, “no, no we’ll take it out for you, dear.”

“She’s awake,” Pedro said in disbelief.

“We’ll need to get the tubing out,” the doctor said. Pedro got up from his spot on the bedside, let the doctor take the tubing out from your mouth. “Your mouth is gonna feel dry for a couple of days, it’s common,” he began to say as he checked your pupils again. “Do you know where you are?”

“The-” you coughed, a nurse handed your cup of water. “The hospital?”

“Good, what year is it?”

“Twenty Twenty Three.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“And who’s that?” The doctor pointed over at your dad.

“My dad,” you said softly.

The doctor smiled, “We’ll run some more tests later,” he said to your dad, “I’ll leave you two alone for a now.”

Your dad thanked the doctor, he waited until they all left to go back to his spot by the bedside. You bothe remained quiet for a few minutes, one waiting for the other to speak. The other trying to get the courage to speak.

You let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry,” you whisepred. “It was really stupid.”

Pedro shook his head, pulling you into a warm embrace, “It doesn’t matter,” he said softly. “All that matter is that you’re here and you’re alive.” He let go of the embrace, holding your head in his hands, “that’s all that matters to me right now, okay?” You gave him a nod, “I thought I was gonna lose you,” he choked out.

“I’m sorry,” you trembled.

“Que paso, Amor? How did it happen?”

You shrugged, “One second we were heading back and the next thing I know, I heard screaming and it was dark,” you sniffled. “Is everyone else okay?”

Your dad nods, “You got the worse of it. Cassandra was pretty shooken up, but they all got minor scratches and concussions.”

“Lucky me,” you said sarcastically. Your dad kissed the top of your head, “I really am sorry about everything.”

“No, I’m sorry, I broke a promise.”

“I overreacted,” you confessed.

“I don’t think you did,” he said softly. “I mean, I get it, we had a promise I wouldn’t break promises or cancel on you for work, especially with thing like your tournament. I wouldn’t let you become one of those kids with a book on how their parent was the worst parent ever.” you chuckled, causing your dad to smile, “I broke that promise and it scared you, and I’m sorry.”

“Thank you and I’m sorry I overreacted and landed myself in the most expensive place on earth that isn’t Disneyland.”

Your dad let out a laugh, “Forgiven.”

“Forgiven,” you repeated. “Now, how bad is this?” you gestured to your broken leg, “Is my soccer career totaled?”

“Soccer career? I thought you wanted to become an actor like your old man?”

“Well, acting wasn’t my first choice, but depending on this, it might just become my first choice.”

Pedro rolled his eyes, “Well, you’ll have physical therapy for sure, but let’s talk about it when we get there.”

“Alright, but can we talk about something else?”

“Dime (tell me).”

“Can you go shower?” you scrunched up your nose, “I’m pretty sure your B.O. is what woke me up!”

Pedro rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright, I’ll call your tia over to be with you while I go shower.” Pedro watched as you covered your nose in exaggeration, usually he would say something petty, but right now he just wanted to admire you and the fact that you were still alive. “Te amo, mija.”

“Y yo a ti, papi,” you gave him a smile, knowing that everything was going to be okay and that if you did write a book in the future, it’d probably be about how you grew up blessed to be Pedro Pascal’s daughter.

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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As Strange As It Seems (Part II)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange and Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n, Stephen and Defender are still learning about the relationship that exists between the three when a new variant crosses the border of their universe. Can the relationship survive a third Stephen?

Word Count: 7,8k

Warnings: Sexual content including p in v sex, creampie

A/N: Months later I finally managed to write part two. It's basically a chain of events leading up to the established polyamorous relationship that I love to write about.

Supreme is an idiot, but every time I write him I fall more in love with him. Really hope you guys like this one as much as I do because I am obsessed. There will be a part three and four of this. I'm just letting you know ;)

SERIES MASTERLIST

It was a lazy day for you. Although spring had arrived a few weeks ago the winter chill still persisted and you couldn't complain. You were a winter person. Blankets, tea, fluffy socks, the bodies of your two loves sandwiching you on the kink size sofa. What could you complain about?

On that particular morning you had woken up just before dawn and completely lost sleep, so you grabbed a blanket, your favorite book and went downstairs to the living room and sprawled on the couch. A few minutes later, you were completely involved with reading and even noticed the sun rising, only realizing it when you started to hear the routine noises of the morning in Greenwich Village.

It was Saturday morning and you weren't going to work for which you were very grateful. The last few weeks had been very busy at the office and you felt that if you didn't have a few days of rest you would soon have a burnout. So you decided that that weekend you would do absolutely nothing, it would be two lazy days, reading on the couch and eating takeout. Preferably Italian with red wine. Oh yes, you deserved some time off, some rest and definitely some peace and quiet.

You were distracted with your nose still buried in your book when you felt warm hands on your shoulders and a husky voice "Lost any sleep, baby?"

You sighed pressing your cheek against his hand "I took the opportunity to read a little. This book is really good."

He pressed his hands on your shoulders affectionately "I bet it is, how many times have you read it?"

"I've lost count. It's my comfort book. It hits the right spot every time."

He bent down to kiss the top of your head "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that. Anyway, I'll make breakfast. Any special requests?"

You turned around, staring at him in surprise. He was still dressed in his sweatpants and T-shirt, his hair pulled back in a lazy bun. "Aren't you going to teach today?"

He shook his head "Wong said I could stay. Honestly, I needed some rest."

"That makes two of us" You said putting an arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. A soft, unpretentious kiss.

"So... breakfast"

You nodded "Waffles?"

He smile giving another kiss on your lips "It’s right away”

...

You were scattered across the sofas and armchairs in the living room. Stephen was distracted reading one of his magic books and Defender had just returned to the room and lit the fireplace at your request.

He approached the sofa where you were lying and you lift your legs for him to sit down, then stretched them back on his lap. He grabbed your feet and began massaging them absently. You let out a satisfied hum and continued with your eyes fixed on your iPad giggling to what you were reading. You didn't even notice that Defender was looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"What are you reading?" He asked pulling you out of your almost trance. You felt your face getting hot. "Nothing."

"She is reading porn. About us." Stephen responded by looking up from the book he was reading. Defender shifted on the couch.

"It’s not porn" You ran to explain yourself.

"What do you mean about us?" He asked staring at Stephen who now had his face resting on one of his hands."

"It’s nothing, baby" You said turning off the device's screen and placing it on the side table. You sat up and then crawled closer to him. He opened his arms and you snuggled into them sighing at the feel of his body warmth and scent.

"Nothing stands for a ten thousand word smut fanfic."

You bit the inside of your cheek realizing you had been caught. "Stephen, don't be an ass."

Stephen chuckled still without looking up from his book "Why? You don't want him to know you're dirty? He thinks you are such a genuinely innocent girl."

"I am." You said defending yourself, but there was a sly smile on your lips.

Stephen gave a small laugh. "I know you for more than three years now, sweetheart, save that for him."

Defender smirked and stroked your face "What else do I need to know?" He asked and grabbed your chin and lifted it so he could kiss you. This time the kiss was more intense, almost as if he was jealous.

He lightly bit your lower lip before pulling away and then looked at you curiously "What is a smut fanfic?"

You threw your head back laughing amused at the turn the conversation had taken.

"It’s porn. For woman." Stephen replied now looking at you "Am I right, sweetheart?"

"You'd be surprised to know how many men read and comment on these fics, Stephen."

Stephen opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out, he frowned and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

You smiled in victory and then decided to explain yourself "You have very creative fans, it's not just porn, it has a very interesting plot too. I wonder how they know so much about your powers. I myself didn't know many things that appear in these stories."

"You're assuming they're true." Stephen replied and you shrugged.

"Anyway, it is...interesting."

Defender shook his head as if to dispel the idea that unknown people were writing inappropriate stories about him. "I think it's better not to know the details."

You chuckled "Trust me, it's for the best." You kissed him softly, intertwining your fingers in his hair and then deepening the kiss, he let out a soft moan in your lips that made your heart melt. "You don't think I'm dirty, right, Stephen?" Your hand dropped to his chest and continued down, implying something more, but before he could respond both of their cell phones started ringing at the same time and you pulled away.

Your perfect day wouldn't be so perfect. You just didn't imagine that a day that started out so banal could become so... strange.

...

The two Stephens didn't say exactly what was going on as they hurried off to meet Wong. They said only that the Sorcerer Supreme had detected an extremely strong source of magic threatening to rip apart the fabric of reality. What that meant exactly you didn't know, but you could see the concern in the eyes of the two who didn't stop giving orders like "Don't leave the Sanctum for nothing, do you understand?" "Keep your cell phone in your hand at all times, we'll call you." "No matter what happens, stay here and stay safe."

There was more than concern in those words, there was fear and their fear, however controlled it was, was enough to make you terrified.

They left through a portal to the Kamar Taj. Whatever they thought that was going to happen they thought it was going to be there, after all as Stephen said many times, the Kamar Taj was the greatest source of magic gathered on Earth, but what was entering your reality was not seeking confrontation nor power, he was looking for shelter and so he came to the only place where he could feel safe. Home.

You perfectly remembered the day Defender arrived in your universe. It was loud and scary, but you didn't remember being afraid of him for even a second. First because he spent the first few hours unconscious and second because he exuded calm, his face expressions were serene, his voice was low and smooth.

This time it was different. It was silent, just a flash of blue light and then you saw the very tissue of reality rip apart right in front of you and Stephen walked past it. Another Stephen. Completely aware of his actions and there seemed to be no confusion in his impassive blue eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it.

You didn't know if you were in shock, but you couldn't feel your body, you couldn't move even though you could hear your cell phone ringing shrilly in your hand. You watched the man in front of you dressed in blue robes and cloak make a herculean effort to close the tear he caused in reality and then he turned to face you. He took two steps towards you and you felt an unknown fear wash over you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to pick up the damn phone and tell Stephen that the danger wasn't at the Kamar Taj but at home with you, but you couldn't move. He kept walking until he was only inches away and then he reached out and grabbed the cell phone from your hand and declined the call.

"What is your name?" He asked. The baritone voice finally snapping you out of the catatonic state you were in.

"Y/n" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"I know you, Y/n. I saw you a long time a go...in my dreams. Well, maybe it's another version of you."

You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing in your universe, but the words seemed to have slipped your mind.

"I know what you're thinking. Why am I here. It's a long story really, but I needed somewhere to get away. My universe... it's destroyed and I'd be dead if I hadn't made it to here in time. I had no choice. You understand that, don't you?"

You shook your head but didn't say anything. His story was basically the same as Defender's and that terrified you. Another universe destroyed? Another Stephen Strange? How could you deal with that?

"I know it's a lot to take in. Are you familiar with the multiverse?" He asked in a condescending tone of voice.

You nodded.

"Good. Now, I need you to pick up your phone and call your Doctor Strange. Can you do that for me?" He returned your cell phone.

You stared at the device in your hand and then back at him "Which one?"

He looked at you confused.

...

"She doesn't answer her phone. Damn it!" Stephen's hands were shaking but it wasn't from the damage to his nerves. A minute earlier everyone at Kamar Taj could feel that something had happened. It was like an extremely strong source of energy that had entered the universe, but whatever it was wasn't in the Kamar Taj, it was somewhere else.

"We shouldn't have left the Sanctum unguarded." Defender said. His voice was calm, but Stephen knew himself well enough to know that it was a facade. "You are the Master of the Sanctum. You should go. I'll stay here with Wong..." They were interrupted by Defender's phone ringing. He glared at Stephen "It's her." He put it on the speakerphone.

"Stephen..."

Defender sighed in relief upon hearing your voice "Baby, are you okay?"

You took a while to respond.

"Y/n, tell me you're okay" Stephen asked trying to control his nervousness.

"Can you guys go back to the Sanctum? Now. He's here."

Stephen felt a shiver go down his spine. A thousand of possibilities raced through his mind in the silent seconds between what you said and Defender's question.

"Who's there, Y/n?"

He thought of Nightmare, he thought of Mordo, he even thought of Loki, any of his enemies he'd already fought who might now want revenge by taking away the person he loved most in the world from him.

"It's you, Stephen. It’s another you."

Stephen didn't wait for Defender to answer, he took his sling ring and opened a portal straight to the Sanctum and went through it. Defender came right behind him.

You watched the amazement in the other Stranger's eyes when he saw Stephen and Defender walking through the portal. Stephen came towards you and Defender placed himself between you and the intruder. "Stay away from her."

He took a step back raising both hands in surrender and it was only then that you noticed that his fingertips were blackened by what you assumed was some kind of magic.

Stephen cupped your face in his shaking hands "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shook your head and Stephen pulled you into his arms with a sigh of relief and then he finally turned around facing his variant "How did you get here?"

"I brought myself here. My universe is dead. Completely erased from existence and I would be dead too if I hadn't escaped in time."

Defender tilted his head slightly to the side "What happened to your universe?"

The other Stephen sighed "Long story. I'm lucky to have escaped with my life. Now tell me, who should I talk to to ask for shelter in this universe?"

"That would be me" Wong said and you only realized that the portal was still open when he walked through it stepping into the Sanctum and closing it. "I am Wong and I am the Sorcerer Supreme of this Universe."

The two Stephens took a step back to make room for Wong to pass. Defender took the moment to pull you into his arms and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You were shaking and he held you in his arms as if he wanted to protect you. Stephen also approached you, leaving Wong to handle the situation for the time being. He touched your face and held your hand firmly in his and you could tell they were shaking more than usual. You also noticed the other Strange's interested gaze on the three of you and then you turned away. You couldn't bear to look at him, to his clean-shaven face and his ocean blue eyes. He was a threat. You knew better than anyone that he was a threat.

...

Stephen thrusted against you moaning loud totally lost in his pleasure. He had you lying on your back on the mattress, his hands clasped in yours against the pillow and his face in the crook of your neck. He came inside you nice and warm and you loved the feeling but that night you weren't having any of that, your mind was elsewhere.

He kissed your lips and you struggled to smile at him but were relieved when it was over and he rolled onto his side. It wasn't that you didn't want him, you always wanted to make love to Stephen, but since the other Strange arrived things had been weird and you were anxious, always nervous and it was getting to you.

Stephen was silent, staring at the ceiling and then sighed, passing his hands over his face "What's wrong, sweetheart? You're somewhere else. Did I do something that upset you?"

You pulled the sheet up to cover your body "No. I'm sorry, I should have said I didn't feel like it, but I didn't want to upset you." You searched for his hand holding it tight in yours giving it a little squeeze "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just... him. He's been here for a week already."

Stephen pulled you close and you laid your head on his shoulder wrapping your arm around him. A satisfied sigh left your lips.

"Wong said he can stay." Stephen said sighing heavily. "Nobody asked my opinion on the matter, but what could I say? It's not like he has anywhere to go back."

You cupped his face "I'm sorry, I imagine how difficult this whole situation must be for you. First Defender and now..." You were silent for a minute and he didn't press you to speak.

"It’s just that… I don't like having him here" You finally said "He's not like Defender, there's something he's not telling us and his hands..."

Stephen squeezed you in his arms "I know. I can send him to Kamar Taj, at least he'll be away from you and I won’t be so worried every time I need to leave."

You didn't say anything.

"Defender thinks we should talk to him, try to understand what happened. And he also thinks that his place is here in the Sanctum, but I'm the one who decides that. I'm the Master of this Sanctum..."

"I don't talk to him" You said interrupting him. "I don't talk to him, but I'm still afraid of what this could mean for us. Tell me we're fine."

You could see the moment Stephen understood what you were talking about, the realization in his eyes.

"It would be easier for me if he wasn't here. I feel like I'm on 50 first dates, every day having to fall in love with the same man and Stephen I know I would, I will fall in love if I talk to him, if I have more time with him because he is you. Even if I am afraid of him."

Stephen stared at the ceiling rolling his lips as if he was thinking hard about what to say, but you couldn't keep your mouth shut, now that you started to speak the words kept coming out in a rush.

"I'm so sorry. I don't want this to ruin what we have. It's not like I'm talking about another man. It’s you, Stephen, it's always you. I love you too much, that's my problem..." You shut your mouth as you realized the words sounded shaky and your eyes was filled with tears. "It's just... so confusing."

You felt his arms tighten around you to keep you impossibly close "I know." Was all he said and then he kissed your lips softly. "We shouldn't have sex if you don't feel like it. You need to tell me. I won't be upset. Are we clear?"

You shook your head "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. You didn't say anything wrong. We're fine. It's going to be fine." He kissed you again and somehow that was exactly what you needed to hear.

...

The days passed slowly and unlike Defender, Supreme Strange, as you came to call him, had no intention of being helpful. He didn't spend afternoons tidying up the library or even volunteering to work on anything at Kamar Taj. He seemed busy enough being a complete narcissistic jerk who somehow was everywhere. You kept bumping into him in the hallways. If you were going to prepare tea at dawn he was already in the kitchen doing the same thing and trying hard to get you to talk to him, even if you didn't show any interest. When you got home from work, took a shower and went down to relax on the couch, he was there, exactly on the couch you liked to stay. He would sprawl out there reading his stupid magic books, making you sit in one of the armchairs facing him and when you did that you couldn't concentrate. There was something about him that was as inviting as it was intimidating, and it irritated you to feel that way.

"Can I help you, honey?" His baritone voice broke the silence, startling you. And the fucking pet name sounded so inappropriate.

He didn't even look up from the book. He was sitting on one leg, the other stretched out on the couch, his arm stretched out over the back it, a thick book in his hand. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt, his hair was wet and he smelled like cologne.

"You're staring." He said again and you looked away from the book you were trying to read without success "No, I'm not."

He smirked "Yes you are. I can feel your eyes burning into my skin."

Why did he have to be so insufferable? Stephen was cocky, Defender was proud and stubborn, but Supreme was just plain annoying. "You're sitting on my couch." You said with no effort to hide your irritation. "Every day I come home from work and I come downstairs to read my book like I always do and you're sitting on my couch."

"Sorry, honey, but I didn't see your name on it" He replied now looking up from the book and looking at you. A wry smile on his lips. "But if that's the case, just ask me to leave." You did not answer.

"You know what I think? I think you like to come home from work and sit right where you are and have something nice to look at."

You felt your cheeks getting hot and from the smirk on his lips you figured he could see them turning pink. You sighed closing the book and throwing it on the coffee table "You are insufferable." You said pulling away and going up the stairs.

"Is that why you date two of me?" He replied loud enough for you to hear.

Your conversations with him didn't evolve much in the days that followed and he didn't give you the couch like you expected him to, but little by little you noticed that he spent more time outside the house, interested in getting to know the world he was inserted in and the distance made you understand that all that irritation couldn't just be because of your couch, or because he dropped cups on your coffee table or didn't put the box of cereal back in the cupboard. No, it was something else and you suspected that his provocations also carried other meanings. Somehow you always knew that on your part it was inevitable.

It was Friday night and you loved Friday nights when you could spend time with your Stephens without worrying that you would have to work the next morning. You came home from work, took a shower and came downstairs smelling food coming from the kitchen. When you got there you found Defender distracted cooking. It was a sight to see. You hugged him from behind and rose on tiptoe to kiss his shoulder. "What a handsome cook" You said and he hummed "Not as handsome as his girlfriend."

You smiled tightening the hug and leaning your face against his back sighing heavily "I'm so tired." He wiped his hands on his napkin and turned around hugging you properly then placed a lingering kiss on your forehead "That's why I'm cooking for you. Because you deserve it."

He kissed your lips softly "Tell me how your day was"

You shrugged "Same as usual, but more tiring. We had tight deadlines so we needed to rush through all the paperwork to get the orders out on time."

He cupped your face "And here at home, is everything okay?" He asked looking apprehensive and you sighed pulling away when he had to stir the pan so the vegetables wouldn't stick. He used brandy to flambe them and you watched him work. He made it so easy, it came naturally to him.

"He's getting on my nerves, as usual, but he didn't try to kill me or anything like that. At this point I doubt he's dangerous, he's just... everything else."

Defender turned off the heat and then opened the oven to take a look at the roast he was preparing. He closed it again and then turned to face you. "I think he likes you." He said suddenly and you stared at him feeling a weird deja vu feeling.

"What do you mean? All he does is tease me." You said forcing an unconvincing laugh. Stephen sighed "And I think you like him."

Damn it. Damn Defender and his watchful eyes. Was it possible that he was able to see something that even you hadn't yet realized for sure?

"I don't." You said, but it looked like you were trying to defend yourself and he rolled his lips like he was trying hard not to say too much. "Stephen, I don’t. It's just that he's everywhere and he's not like you, he's nosy and arrogant and he keeps hanging around the house teasing me and calling me honey and I swear I try to get rid of him but ...he's everywhere."

Defender sighed "He's leaving on a mission with the Avengers in a few days."

You frowned "Really? I thought he wasn't interested in helping. He's sprawled out on the couch all day reading like he doesn't want anything out of life."

"We asked him to find a specific spell to help with the mission. The doctor and I were busy and he was available. It took him some time, but he managed to find it and he offered to go in my place and I accepted. I know more than anyone else the feeling of wanting to be useful, of wanting to have a purpose and I think Supreme is looking for that purpose."

You were silent. Everything you thought about Supreme seems to be wrong now. Well, you still found him annoying, conceited and he still stole your couch every day, but now he was going on a mission and those missions were always so dangerous.

...

Stephen was in the library, it was late at night and he couldn't sleep. His insomnia had gotten a lot worse after Supreme arrived and he was still trying to digest everything that was happening. It was too much. It was more than any sane person could handle and yet he had to keep acting like everything was fine. It was what everyone expected of him. Wong, the masters of Kamar Taj, the press, Stark, the other Avengers.

He was trying, or at least he managed to fake it well. Even for you. Every night he would look into your eyes and claim that everything was fine, but he couldn't sleep and ended up there in the library sitting at that desk with books that dealt too shallowly about the multiverse and the dangers of interacting with visitors from other realities .

Every night Stephen tried to convince himself that the fear he felt for his own universe was what kept him awake at night and every night he knew that was a lie. He was worried about you. He was worried because he could see the way you couldn't take your eyes off Supreme every time he was around and he couldn't tell if Supreme had feelings for you but he wasn't sure he didn't and Stephen was dying afraid he'd have to give in again like he did with Defender because what would that say about him as a man? And if he didn't give in would he be risking the life he had with you?

Stephen was brought out of his reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Couldn't sleep too, doctor?" Defender asked coming closer and Stephen could see by his face that he too was having a discussion with his own mind.

"It's been a tough month." Stephen summarized and Defender nodded pointing to the chair in front of the desk where Stephen was sitting "May I?"

He nodded and Defender sat up.

"She told me a few weeks ago that she didn't want him here. Maybe we should have sent him away."

Defender thought for a moment "Do you think that would change anything?"

"What the fuck do I know?" Stephen let out a nervous sigh "She told me that if he stayed she would fall in love with him and I didn't do anything to stop that from happening. What does that say about me?"

"What does that say about me?" Defender repeated. "She's mine too, Stephen. You offered to share her with me almost a year ago and that means sharing the responsibilities too. Tonight she told me the problem is he's everywhere so maybe it's really our fault for letting him stay here at home while we were out there working and if I remember correctly you tried to convince me to send him to Kamar Taj and I said his place was here."

Stephen shook his head "You see things differently, Defender. You looked at him and saw yourself. You were allowed to stay and you wanted to return the favor. I should have said no, but I didn't."

Defender let out a heavy sigh.

"Perhaps you should have asked me what I thought about it" Supreme's voice was irritating as he walked out of the darkness in the hall and approached where Stephen and Defender sat by the light of a single lamp. "I'm sorry I couldn't sleep so I decided to look for something to read and I overheard part of your conversation. You know, I was never good at talking to myself, it always seemed like a stupid thing to do but now the whole thing gained a new light."

"Would you have gone? To the Kamar Taj?" Defender asked.

Supreme crossed his arms leaning against one of the bookshelves and crossing his feet "I was running away from the destruction of my own universe. I would have gone anywhere."

"Would you go now? If we asked." Stephen asked and Supreme shook his head "Is she that bothered by me?"

"This has nothing to do with her" Stephen said through gritted teeth.

"This has everything to do with her" Supreme snapped and then nodded in agreement "I would. If you guys told me to go. I'm not here to fight anyone. Is that what you want? For me to leave? That will make you happy?"

Defender glared at Stephen shaking his head "It's not about what we want anymore." He said.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Supreme asked and Stephen ran his hands over his face nervously.

Supreme came over and pulled up a chair and sat down "Do any of you have a cigarette?"

Defender stared at him in surprise "What? No. We don't smoke."

He chuckled dryly "Yeah, neither have I. For almost 8 years now. But my universe was destroyed and all the people I knew are dead. I'm in another universe talking to two other variants of mine and besides I am almost sure I might be falling in love with your girl, so... yeah, I need a fucking cigarette."

Stephen stared at him for a long minute "If you try anything with her, I'm going to fucking kill you, do you understand?"

Supreme raised both hands in surrender "I didn’t do it and I won’t. Unless she shows she wants me too.”

Defender slammed his hand on the table getting up "She's right about you, you're insufferable." He said and then left.

...

You came home from work on Monday afternoon with an excruciating headache. You knew it was your fault for having gone all day without eating so after taking a shower and getting dressed comfortably you went downstairs determined to prepare something to eat. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you glanced quickly at the couch where you expected to find Supreme absorbed in his reading, but he was not there. You went to the kitchen wondering if he had already left on his mission and then you found him sitting at the table with his chin resting on his hand while reading something on a laptop.

You rolled your lips considering turning back, but decided to act like an adult. After all, you couldn't keep running from him inside your own home. "Hey..."

He looked away from the screen, seeming to notice only at that moment that you were there. "I'm not on your precious couch as you can see."

You shrugged "Whatever. What are you doing?" You went to the cupboard and got a bag of bread and put it on the counter.

"Trying to catch up to a few things from your universe before heading out on a mission tomorrow. Not everything is the same, you know."

You nodded "Have you met Tony Stark?"

Supreme shook his head "Nice guy"

You stopped in front of the fridge picking up ingredients to prepare a sandwich and then you dedicated yourself to washing some lettuce leaves and cutting some slices of tomato.

"I'm going to make a sandwich, want one?" You asked turning to look at him. He looked surprised "No, thanks."

You shrugged going back to your work "It's not like you've eaten all day. The kitchen is just the way I left it yesterday."

"Careful, it might seem like you care about me."

You sighed finishing preparing your food. You cut the sandwich and put the halves on a plate and then went to the table and sat down across from him. "I don't want you to starve now that you're starting to be useful."

He smirked "Ouch, you treat the two Stephens that way too? Does it really work for them?"

You took a bite of the sandwich and chewed slowly "They're not like you."

He closed the laptop and clasped his hands together "And how am I?"

"Annoying." You answered without being intimidated. You were past the point of being intimidated by him, now you felt something else, a bit of irritation, a bit of curiosity.

"Yeah, you already said that. I'm sure you can think of other things, honey. Tell me, what do you find so different about me."

The pet name. You hated that pet name and at the same time your body seemed to respond to it every time he called you that.

"You have no beard. No goatee. That's different."

"A good different?" He asked with a smirk and you shrugged.

"Do you want me to grow a beard?"

You shook your head "I don't want you to do anything. It's none of my business."

"No, but now I'm curious. If it were any of your business. Would you want to?"

You took another bite of your sandwich and he waited for your answer.

"No. I like it the way it is. Different and handsome."

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard. "You think I'm handsome?"

You shrugged like it was no big deal "Do you think I would be in a relationship with two of you if I didn't think you were handsome?"

He chuckled "Fair enough. Are you going to tell me how you got into this mess?" He asked casually and then took the other half of your sandwich that was on the plate. He gave a bite. You didn't even bother to complain.

"Well, Stephen Strange is an attractive man, intelligent, sometimes funny, affectionate and he fucks really good. It's kind of hard not to fall in love with him."

He stared at you intently, his eyes seemed to darken "Is that why you want me to leave? Because you are afraid of falling in love with me?"

That caught you off guard. He took another bite of the sandwich and waited for you to answer.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"No? I had a word with your Stephens and they seemed inclined to send me away to Kamar Taj. Is that what you want?" He looked at you intently, the blue eyes seemed to see inside you.

"It was what I wanted when you arrived. I'm not so sure anymore."

He nodded taking one last bite and then got up and took the plate off the table and placed it in the sink. He wiped his hands on the napkin and then turned to face you, both hands resting on the counter behind him, "You must decide what you want. I don't want to be where people don't want me. Contrary to what you think, at least at Kamar Taj I can be of service."

You did not answer. The idea of him leaving suddenly seemed absurd to you. He was supposed to stay in the Sanctum. That was his home. He would be alone at the Kamar Taj.

"Now if you want me to stay, you'll have to start treating me a lot better, honey."

That made you roll your eyes "And how exactly do you want to be treated?"

"Let's start by stopping the eye rolling. I don't like that. And then we can discuss the agreement that exists between the three of you. I'd like to be a part of it."

You were surprised by his boldness.

"What makes you think I'm interested?"

He shook his head "Like I said, you need to make up your mind."

...

Supreme's mission lasted more than just a few days. It had been almost two weeks and you found yourself thinking about how you would feel if he didn't come back. The idea was too scary. You imagined your fellow Avengers coming back and saying something had happened, that he was dead. It was almost a physical pain.

You wonder if you'd be expected to cry or would it be weird if you did? What the fuck people expected you to do?

When they got back, Supreme stayed at the Kamar Taj and Defender claimed that Wong had asked him to help with some errands. Stephen didn't even bother trying to explain. It was clear to you that the two Stephens were defending their territory and pushing Supreme away from the Sanctum for good. The idea that previously seemed like the best decision to make now seemed authoritarian, meaningless and even cruel. Still, you didn't say anything. What could you say? Supreme was right, you needed to decide what you wanted.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice when it was time to leave work. Your boss knocked on the door and warned you. You grabbed your purse and car keys and left. Your head was aching and the traffic didn't helped to easy the pain.

When you finally got home you were too tired to even think about going upstairs to your room so you put your purse and keys on the counter, kicked off your shoes and sat down in the armchair by the fireplace, but staring at the empty couch in front of you didn't help you feel better, quite the opposite. You missed him. As unbelievable as it might seem, it was true. You missed his ill-timed comments, the teasing, the smirks, basically everything. You wanted him back, you needed him back.

You moved your fingers on your temples feeling that the headache was getting worse so you got up, took a pill from your bag and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea.

You were standing there in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to go off tapping the floor with your toe and you were barely aware of Stephen's presence until he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, his goatee making your skin crawl. "May I have some tea?"

You wrapped your arms around his "Of course." You turned to kiss him softly, but he cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with a need that surprised you.

He released you when he realized you weren't in the same mood as him, but he covered it up as well as ever.

"How was in the work?"

You smiled "Fine." You took your hand to your temple.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly replacing your hand with his. He held your head in both hands.

"Nothing, just a headache. A very painful headache."

He nodded, his thumbs moving in circles on your temples.

"Does it help?"

You shook your head no and squinted your eyes "It's different this time, stronger."

He pressed his thumb to the middle of your forehead "Does it hurt here?"

You nodded.

"Are your eyes sensitive to light?"

You hadn't noticed until he mentioned it, but you were bothered by kitchen lights "Yes."

"It's not a headache, sweetheart. It's a migraine. Never had one before, hm?"

The kettle whistled and you busied yourself making two cups of tea for yourselves.

"They are usually caused by stress, insomnia and prolonged fasting. In addition to genetic factors"

You handed him the cup and swallowed your pill taking a sip of tea right after. "I really didn't need to have one right now."

He took a sip of tea "You're stressed, you've barely been sleeping, you haven't been eating properly... Y/n, you need to talk to me.

You shook your head "Just tell me this pain will pass soon."

He sighed "In a few hours probably."

"Great."

The two took a sip in silence. There was something between you. You could feel it, he could feel it, and it was killing you.

"Stephen..."

He waited for what you had to say, but something in his eyes said he already knew what it was.

"Supreme needs to come back home. He belongs here and not at Kamar Taj."

"You said you wanted him gone."

You sighed "That was before..." You stopped before saying more than you should. "His place is here." You repeated.

He took a long drink of his tea and then shook his head "Do you miss him?"

"Stephen, this has nothing to do with me."

He chuckled dryly "Of course it has. It's all about you, Y/n"

You swallow thickly. "Ask what you really want to know then, Stephen. No more mincing words."

He looked away for a second and then sighed looking deep into your eyes "Do you love him?"

You reached out to touch his hand and held it tight in yours "I don't know. But I have feelings for him and I miss him here."

Stephen nodded "What do you want me to do? I'm lost here, Y/n. Do you want me to make a deal with him like I did with Defender? Do you want us to share you with him?"

You rolled your lips. That was what you wanted, but you feared the price was too high. "I don't know. All I know is that I don't want to lose you, Stephen."

He placed the cup on the counter and took a step towards you pinning you against the counter and then cupped your face in his hands "You will never lose me, sweetheart. I love you so much... my love for you is the only thing that helps me deal with all this madness. Not just for me, but because I know that any version of me will love you just as much. How can I fight this?"

You smiled shyly "I don't want to fight anymore. If there's one thing I know it's that I'll always want you, I want each one of you because I love you Stephen. I love you too much."

"I know. I love you too, sweetheart, but do you have any idea how hard this is for me?"

You nodded "I'm sorry."

He placed a kiss on your forehead and took the cup from the counter and walked away pulling a chair and sat down.

"You understand that it's not just me now, don't you? It's not enough that I agree to bring Supreme back, you need to ask Defender."

You nodded pulling up a chair and sitting down too "I know, but I couldn't ask him before talking to you first."

...

Defender sat in his small office at the Kamar Taj and gestured for Supreme to sit down as well. There were issues to be dealt with and he was apparently the best person to handle the situation. He was certainly more patient than the other Stephen, but to be fair, all the patience in the world didn't seem to be enough to deal with Supreme Strange.

Supreme stared at him for a long moment, but then he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Stephen asked me to talk to you first..."

"She made up her mind then, she wants me too. It must have been hard for him to accept."

Defender managed not to roll his eyes "I can't imagine why he thought it wouldn't be a good idea for you both to talk now."

Supreme clasped his hands in his lap "I'm all ears."

"We have rules. Very strict rules. Most of them were created by Y/n and Stephen and I agree. We follow them and they work. That's the key to making this relationship work."

Supreme nodded. "Okay. And what are those rules?"

Defender sighed "She'll explain everything to you when you get back home, but that's not the point. What he needs..." Defender ran a hand over his face "What I need is for you to give us your word that you will abide by the rules even if you don't like them."

"Even if I don't like them? How can I promise that I'll follow rules I don't know about?"

Defender wanted to punch him in the face. Even though he wasn't a violent man, he wanted to punch Supreme in the face. However, he just took a deep breath and decided to be honest.

"Do you love her?" He asked dryly and Supreme stared at him in surprise.

"I loved her before I even met her. You told me you saw her in your dreams once or twice? I saw her every night. With him. I spent two years of my life wanting to be him, wanting to have what he had. So when he offered the chance to have her I didn't think for a second. I accepted the rules before they were even made and followed them strictly and we created a good life here, together, the three of us."

Supreme shifted in his chair "I don't know if I understand where you're going with this..."

"I need to know that we're not risking the life we have on a caprice, because of some kind of stupid competition you might think exists between the three of us or because you think you have some right to it just because you're one of us."

Defender stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Supreme nodded "It's not like that at all. I can't say it's love because I've never felt something like that before. You know, we're not like that. I had Christine, you..."

Defender shook his head "I had Christine too"

"But it's not the same. I always hoped it would become something else, but it never did."

"Because it wasn't meant to be. Christine never loved us, we never loved her, not really."

Defender remembered very well his relationship with Christine Palmer and how he blamed himself for screwing up after the accident. It took a long time to understand.

"I feel like I can do this right..." Supreme said "...at least this time... Yes, I think I love her."

Defender sighed getting up, "Fine. So give me your word and we can get this over with.”

Supreme stood up "Okay. You have my word."

The two shook hands and Defender opened a portal to the Sanctum.

"I'll be teaching tomorrow until 2pm. Stephen will attend a conference at Avengers Tower and then head straight to Kamar Taj. She'll be alone in the Sanctum."

Supreme nodded "Thank you, Defender."

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year ago

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London Will Burn - Chapter Twelve.

Look at me go! I updated on time for once, haha! Happy Friday, besties. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend <3

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

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Words - 4,180

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

“Sorry mate! Christ, the traffic was absolute murder! They’ve completely closed off the bloody main road outside my offices and... Oh, hot waiters. Hello!”

In times of tension, Rin knew she could always trust in her old friend Carly for a little light relief, literally veering off mid-sentence to appreciate the appearance of the wait staff there at San Carlo, where they were meeting for a long overdue catchup dinner.

With their beloved Rashida now living over in Chicago, it was just the two of them, their friendship fully re-bonded since Rin’s return from Africa. Not that geographical distance had diminished the love or closeness between the two lifelong friends whatsoever.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fucking mayhem out there! Come here, give me a smooch,” Rin assured her, kissing her cheek as they embraced. “I only got here on time because I was in Chelsea for a meeting this afternoon.” Carly took her seat, thanking Rin when she dutifully poured her a glass of wine. “Anyway, why are you eyeing up waiters? Not loved up with twat waffles, still?”

No, it was fair to say that Rin had never really liked Carly’s long-term boyfriend, Mathias. Not after their visit to Kenya, when he’s gotten absolutely smashed, resulting in him thinking he could square up to Sokoro, a decision that had landed him in a world of regret. Being dangled by his ankles over the top of the stairs within the lodge by the pissed off Kenyan until he’d apologised had sobered him up nicely, though.

“You will be pleased to hear that the man known only as twat waffles to you is no longer in my life. Yeeted him about four weeks ago. I’ll say it, you were right.”

Rin beamed. “I always am.” Well, not always. The events of the previous week were still burning in her gut, being shamed in the way she had been by Sean and his superior powers of deduction. “No but honestly, honey. I’m glad because you can do so much better than him!”

“In this instance, you are correct. I can and I will, with that waiter over there with the blonde hair if I have my way.” She paused, raising her glass in his direction. He was at the table in seconds.

“Good evening, ladies. Are we ready to order?”

Oh, he was so sweet, absolutely none the wiser to the fact there was a bona fide man eater about to chomp down upon him. “Not yet, love. I was just appreciating the fact that you happen to be the most gorgeous man within the restaurant, so cheers to you.”

He pinked at the cheeks, nodding while attempting to bite back his grin. “Well, when you need me, feel free to appreciate me again.”

Rin chuckled, shaking her head. “We'll take some focaccia and olives to nibble while we decide, please.”

He made a quick note on his iPad, smiling widely. “Certainly.” Scampering away, Rin fixed her friend with a look of pure mirth.

“You’re terrible, Muriel.”

Her assessment had Carly in hysterics, reciting their favourite line from the nineteen nineties cult classic film, Muriel’s wedding. They’d always said it to one another when there was mischief afoot. “I am, this much is true. So, how’s everything? How’s work, and my beautiful goddaughter?”

“Tiger is perfect, as usual. As for work... hm.”

Inclining her head, she took a sip of wine and thanking the waiter when he brought over the required pre-dinner nibbles. She winked again and of course, he blushed furiously. “Oh? I sense a story there. Does it have anything to do with her dad? How’s all of that going, by the way?” Of course, Carly had been made privy to it all. She’d known right from the start, after all.

She ground her teeth before forcing a somewhat terse smile to her face. “I gave him a black eye last week.”

Some things truly never changed, Carly making a motion with her hand that she should elaborate. “The tea requires spilling, Miss C.”

And so, Rin did. She spared certain details over her work (although of course, Carly well knew she was a hardened criminal, Rin never gave away enough that could implicate her at any point in the future, just in case) but managed to sum it all up in a way that gave the story without all of the nuanced ins and outs of it.

“Right, so he potentially saved you from making a big mistake with the Per...” she began, eyes scanning around before leaning in close to whisper, “the PM, shall we say, and you gave him hell for it?”

“He embarrassed me in front of my associates, and took great pleasure in doing so,” she spoke, picking up another small cube of focaccia and dunking it into the balsamic vinegar bowl. “I don’t take kindly to that.”

A taste of one’s own medicine was always the bitterest, Carly couldn’t help but note. “Yet you do exactly the same with him at any given opportunity.”

Rin frowned. “I’m sorry, who’s side are you on here, exactly?”

“Yours, always yours, love,” she was quick to interject, “but sweet, from what you’ve told me about him, if you bite at him, he’ll do exactly the same back. You two, you’re much too similar for your own good. Something I believe you once said about you both, didn’t you?”

The focaccia was chewed upon with mild fury. “He doesn’t deserve to ever have one over on me. Not after what he did. I want him to suffer. His punishment will be prolonged, mark my words.”

God, she was so hardheaded, especially when it came to Sean. Carly looked a little pensive, picking up her wine. “Do you want to know what I think about that? The complete, unfiltered truth?”

Her lips thinned, eventually nodding. “I suppose an outside perspective couldn’t hurt.”

“Okay.” She took a breath and another sip of Sauvignon Blanc for courage, placing her glass back down again softly.

“You’ve already punished him enough, Rin. You deprived him of a relationship with his daughter for six years, and you came back and took an empire he was planning to preside over out from under him, and then made him effectively run his own company for you, on your terms. Trust me, from what you’ve told me about Sean, you’ve hit him twice where it hurts with big strikes. Family and business are what means everything to him, and you hold all the power over both. Prolonging that, well, as far as I can see, mate, all that does is cause problems for you.”

“How?”

“Your business deals should be running smoothly, and if you continue to hold him in contempt, they simply won’t. Risky really, when taken into consideration just what you do. Then of course, for Tiger. In fact, mostly for Tiger. Trying to repeatedly cut her father down for a mistake he made seven years ago will only hurt you and her in the end. Has he ever offered you an apology for his actions?”

She lifted her chin, remembering it, when he told her of his lament. “He has. I have to give him that.”

Carly reached for her arm, squeezing softly. “Well, then. There you go. You have to stop figuratively yeeting him right in the gonads for it at point or another, or behaving like this is only lowering you to his level, or former level, I don’t know. I can’t speak for him, but I can speak for your character. You’re better than this.”

If anyone was going to give her the truth, it was Carly. It was a truth she did need to hear, too, before the battleground that was her relationship – or lack thereof – with the father of her child became even bloodier than it already was. “Why are you bloody laughing? I’m trying to talk seriously for once in my flippin’ life! You could at least appreciate my attempt to be sage!”

“I am,” Rin chuckled, covering her hand with hers where it still rested upon her arm. “It’s just you still can’t help but be funny through it. Yeeting him in the gonads, oh god.” She descended there, laughing richly, even wiping a few tears from her eyes, it had entertained her so much.

“And at the fucking risk of getting my head bitten off, well, maybe it’s because you still lust after what’s hanging directly above the gonads that you’re getting yourself so bent out of shape over him.”

Immediately, she sat a little more upright, her laughter stalled. “Order me the burrata salad to start and then the salmon penne. I’m going for a cigarette.”

“Avoidance tactics,” Carly chimed as Rin rose from her seat, discreetly offering her middle finger in salute.

“Bugger off.”

“Filthy habit,” she further teased, Rin mouthing that she was a knob, her clearly entertained friend giggling as she picked up her wine. “This could all be so much simpler for you if you weren’t so much like your dad.” she muttered, sipping the buttery smooth Sauvignon while looking down at the menu to make her choice.

They had a lovely night together, parting ways at just gone 10pm, Carly heading home and Rin calling a car to do the same. After stopping at a Tesco Express to purchase a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black, though, home was not where she ended up.

Sean was coming to the end of a five-mile treadmill run when the buzzer sounded through his penthouse, slowing the machine to walk before climbing off, his bare chest glistening with sweat.

“Yes?” he spoke into the intercom, seeing the woman upon the screen turn to reveal her face to the front entrance camera.

“Can we talk?”

She had a nerve, turning up out of the blue at 10:35pm. “That depends on whether I’m going to get lambasted all over again for trying to do the fucking right thing, Catherine.”

“You aren’t. Promise.” She knew she needed to give a little, Carly’s words hitting home with her a little. He buzzed her in, Rin moving to the lift, hitting the button for the penthouse. As it glided in ascent, she spoke sternly to herself, her internal monologue advising that she needed to keep calm and talk things through with him, apologise for her pride getting in the way the week before, that she was doing this for the greater good of business continuing to run smoothy, and for her daughter to have a father in her life. One who truly did want to be there.

All of her steely composure flew straight out the window when he opened the door to her, though, when her eyes nearly fell out of her head for seeing him there, shirtless and gleaming with sweat, his navy joggers so low slung she could almost see his...

“Well, don’t you look resplendent in Dolce and Gabbana,” he spoke, raising an eyebrow.

She cocked her head, swallowing hard. “How did you know this is D&G?”

He took a moment, his eyes roaming her slender curves. “I have an eye for quality.” The scent of her perfume wafted under his nose, spellbinding, those orchid notes reminding him how it felt to have his senses flooded by it, his eyes meeting hers.

Her body moved, yet her feet planted, her mouth agape as her chest and cheeks flushed, overcome by the sight of him like that, her throat drying. No. Not now. She willed her brain to take the reins away from the jockey that was her desire, steer her right, but she failed. It was too strong, charging away down a path she swore never to encroach upon again, moving in a second to press her mouth to his, his arms immediately locking around her as he kissed her back with all the heat of a thousand suns.

Now they were in trouble.

Flattened against the door, he pinned her there as they gave in to the torrent, his hands smoothing over her body, reaching to ruck her dress up around her waist, both panting furiously as their tongues rolled in an erotic dance, Sean grasping her thong and tearing it from her in one swift yank. It sent a flood to where she ached for him, her legs wrapping around him as he lifted her, pulling his joggers down just enough to free his cock and plunge it into her fully.

Lord, how she’d missed the feel of being split wide around him, kissing him in utter frenzy. It was mindless, feral sex, their need for one another rampant and unhinged, her body banging against the thick, black door as he fucked out every single wave of desire, longing and, if he was honest, utter contempt he held for her, his fingers dug in hard beneath her thighs.

It sizzled through her, each sparking pulse, tiny fireworks set to burn within her blood, crying out as he filled her again and again, his teeth at her neck scintillating, hanging onto him for dear life. It felt like he was attempting to fuck her right through the door, the pace barbaric, smouldering, everything she needed and had craved in the years they’d been parted.

It shimmered through them both, the crest of an almighty wave they rode until it crashed, washing over them entirely, Rin feeling completely mindless as she swam to the surface of her pleasure, desire glimmering down her spine. That was the moment her brain engaged, her breathless body pinned by his, their tightened muscles slackening as the divinity ebbed away.

Oh, god. Damn him. Damn him for being so fucking irresistible.

He was the first to speak, finally sobering from his orgasm enough to form words. “Please don’t tell me we’ve just possibly given Tiger a sibling.”

“We haven’t,” she panted, “IUD.”

“Oh, thank Christ.” He finally looked at her, withdrawing and placing her down, his mouth twitching a little. “So, you wanted to talk?”

“I did,” she confirmed, rearranging her dress, looking away. Easily, she could have throttled herself for her actions, hiding her face in her hands for a moment, dying a little. “For fucks sake! We’re such a mess.”

He raised an eyebrow, pulling his joggers and boxers back up again. “That we are, Catherine.” He paused, watching her run her hands over her hair, still looking desperately uncomfortable. “We could become less messy, though. Perhaps if we ceased the urge to needle at one another quite so much as we do.”

“Are you truly admitting to the fact that you do?” she asked, Sean feeling his blood flicker in annoyance.

“I am, yes. Because somebody who continues to fucking punish me for the mistakes of my past bloody deserves it. Know that for my part, it is only in retaliation,” he told her, walking over to his kitchen, Butch there in his bed, absolutely none the wiser to her arrival and subsequent pounding against the front door.

She pulled the bottle from her bag, nodding towards him. “It’s because you enjoy the fight, Sean. Don’t pretend that isn’t how it is.”

God. The Woman was insufferable. He turned to her, his nostrils flaring. “Stop it. If I can put my ego aside here and admit my transgressions, then so can you. You know full well you hold your power over me like a fucking sword of Damocles, in both business and with Tiger whenever the opportunity arises. Now, admit that, or get the fuck out. I’m going for a shower; I suggest you take the time I’m gone to consider that. Glasses are above the sink cupboard.”

She knew she had to, he was right, but god, it wasn’t easy. They were both just too similar, too – to use an analogy she herself had many times before – cut from the exact same cloth. Except this time, deep down Rin knew that Sean was right, and she loathed him for it all the more.

Life would be made exponentially easier for her if she simply ceased her desire to punish him, to realise that Carly was right. She had struck back against him more than evenly. The playing field was entirely equal once more.

Just last week she’d heard Ed Dumani offer peace towards Sean, and regardless of the fact he hadn’t been ready to accept, she knew that a clean slate was exactly what had to happen between her and the father of her child, so that ultimately that precious little girl didn’t suffer because of her parent’s rampant toxicity.

“I almost expected you to have done a runner.” His words pulled her from her thoughts, a freshly showered Sean entering the kitchen again, going to the cupboard himself to retrieve the glasses she’d been preoccupied from fetching. “I perhaps couldn’t blame you if you had.”

He poured two large measures, Rin thanking him as he slid hers across the black marble worktop, knocking it back in one. He followed suit. “Come on, it’s fucking cold in here and the lounge is warm.” They walked back out again, Butch still sleeping on with a series of deep snores, taking a seat upon the long, L shaped grey sofa, Sean refilling their glasses. “So, what did you come here with the intention of saying?”

Taking a breath, she closed her eyes for a second, seeing Tiger there in her mind’s eye. It forced her to take a lasso to her pride and give it several tethering yanks. “I want to apologise for my part in us continuing to have friction. It isn’t conducive to us healthily co-parenting Tiger, no matter how much I dislike you at times. I need to be better for my daughter.”

He snorted softly, sipping his drink. “At times? Catherine, you despise me near enough constantly.”

“Do you truly blame me for that?”

“Yes, I fucking do when you’ve had seven bloody years to get over it!” he spoke tersely. “I apologised to you, and it was sincere. I regret what I did to you, every fucking day I regret it, but god above, woman! You have to take your fucking boot off my bloody neck at some point.” She looked accepting of his words, albeit that acceptance bitter, Sean continuing in her silence. “I lost everything, went through hell after my father died, attempted to claw it back only to have you take it all again and only give it on your terms. Terms I have complied with.”

“But Sean...”

“No, for fucks sake, there isn’t a fucking but here! Stop fucking punishing me. If you want me to cease resenting you, then you have to stop making me sorry for something I already regret! I am doing everything in my power to prove worthiness, to prove most importantly that I can and will be a fit father for Tiger, but as soon as you perceive me to have any kind of upper hand, you fucking use her against me, like you did with the Persians!”

Her ire ramped in an instant. “You fucking enjoyed that, making me look small!”

“I didn’t want Bahram Forouhandeh to fucking kill you! I was looking out for you, you ignorant, insufferable woman!” His eyes were wide, exasperated as he scoffed, sinking his whiskey. “And yes, maybe I did derive a little joy from cutting you down, but bloody hell, Rin! Like you don’t do exactly the same to me at every fucking opportunity!”

“I just apologised, and you’re throwing it at me all over again!”

“Because you need to have it thrown at you all over a-bloody-gain to recognise what you’re doing to me!” He took a moment, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest, trying to calm down from the anger that had all too sharply risen. “Your father was exactly the same. On his terms or not at all. You? You’re better than that, and I am one of the very few people in your life who not only sees that, but isn’t too afraid of you to tell you either.”

Neither was Carly, and it wasn’t lost on her, how his statements more or less matched those of her oldest friend. She’d always taken pride in the fact people likened her to her father, but truly never dawned in her until right then that perhaps it wasn’t always a complimentary likeness.

Bolting back her drink, she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Sean.” They were words that did not come easily, feeling bitter, like ashes in her mouth.

Standing, he picked up the bottle, moving to seat himself at her side, topping up her empty glass. “Finally. Now I only have to await a little sincerity in your actions going forward, and maybe my fucking blood pressure might lower a tad.”

Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a sip, nodding. “What would like first, then, for me to show this sincerity?”

“A blowjob wouldn’t go amiss.” He expected the light slap he received to the chest. “Well, you did ask.”

“And you just shagged the shit out of me against the front door not ten minutes ago!”

He smirked, his eyebrows twitching. “I never claimed not to he insatiable.”

Rolling her eyes, she rested her head back against the comfy sofa, biting her lip. He certainly never had, as a mere few minutes against the door had reminded her, should she have forgotten. “No, you definitely didn’t. I’m still not putting your cock in my mouth, though.”

“Spoil sport.” The conversation moved away from their dalliance into the verboten, talking instead about of work and life, and then of Tiger when they were over half a bottle into the whiskey.

“I know I say how perfect she is, the bias of being her mum, and she’s always so well-mannered when we meet up with you,” Rin began, her words peppered by giggles.

“Apart from when we took her on the Harry Potter tour and she had a meltdown mid-way round,” he interrupted with, remembering the squealing well.

“Yes, apart from that.” She paused again, looking pained. “You fucking have a habit of doing this to me, interrupting and making me forget what I was about to say!”

He snickered, flicking the side of her glass. “No, darling. That’s called alcohol.”

“Anyway, as I was saying…”

“As you were saying.”

God, how he knew how to wind her up, even when he was being playful rather than deliberately devious. “Be quiet, or I’ll black your other eye.”

“You bloody won’t,” he warned, “look at it, still purple.” It was, too, just a smidgen marking the skin violet around the socket.

“As I was saying, she isn’t the perfect, Tiger. She’s going through a phase of saying things she definitely shouldn’t at the moment. She called the window cleaner a dickhead the other day because he appeared suddenly and startled her.”

Predictably, Sean cracked up hard. “The profanity apple has not fallen far from the tree, I see.”

She laughed, cringing a little. “No, it certainly hasn’t. That child had bionic hearing, and stealth mode. I never know when she’s going to sneak up on me and overhear my vulgar mouth. Bastard shoes was another recent one, when she couldn’t get her little Timberland boots on because she hadn’t loosened the laces. Sokoro nearly pissed himself laughing at her.”

“When do you plan on telling her who I am?” he then asked, Rin feeling a little pit inside for the question, no matter how gently delivered.

“Soon, I think. Before our next meeting. She needs to know.”

He smiled. “Good plan.”

What was also a good plan to them that night was working their way through the rest of the Johnnie Walker, Rin feeling the effects strongly, not having much memory of the night. Upon waking the following morning, she certainly had no remembrance over how she’d ended up in Sean’s bed, her sober, slightly hungover self feeling a little flicker of panic.

They hadn’t... nope. Her underwear was still on, she felt after checking, her shuffling around stirring the body at her side.

“Morning,” he yawned, propping himself up. “I hope you don’t mind, but if you’d slept on the sofa you’d have only awoken to Butch trying to sit on your head, so I brought you in here.”

“You have more than one bedroom though, no?”

He might have been half asleep, but he heard the tease in her tones clearly. “I do, but the beds aren’t made up and I was too pissed to wrestle with a fucking duvet cover, so yes. Here you are.”

The warmth of him, the bright of his blue eyes, the scent of his skin. No. Not again.

“Here I am.” She looked down for a second, feeling a hand reach beneath her chin, Sean shifting closer, his heart quickening as she looked up from beneath her long, full eyelashes at him.

That time, he was the instigator of the kiss they fell into, his body moving to cover hers.

Now they were in trouble.

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(Not even close to Six) Sentence Sunday

Hi all, and thank you so much to everyone who tagged me last week! I haven’t been doing as much writing as I’d like because there’s some work being done on the part of my house where I usually write, and there’s just literally nowhere else I can set up shop. I’m sitting on my couch right now with my ipad resting on the arm while I attempt to type this post on a bluetooth keyboard wobbling in my lap…the worst.

I was going to post a few bits from two new WIPs I’m doing (one will be for mermay if I get it done in time!), but I also wanted to share this scene from my crucible marriage fic. Then it was just going to be too long, so, here: I’ve been working in more Mage-related plot and this is a scene where Simon is returning home after being sent off on another bullshit MacGuffin mission.

I’m reading when Simon slinks in, the avenging angel as he’s seldom portrayed in film and literature. “I’m so beat, Baz.”

He looks it. Simon’s shoulders slump as he drags himself across the room, kicking his shoes off along the way. He yawns extravagantly, and I notice a bruise on his jaw.

I let my book drift to the side and watch him climb onto the bed; his eyelids droop as he crawls toward me on all fours. Without giving pause or so much as another word, Simon clambers over me and drops down on top of my stomach, one leg pressed between mine and his head nuzzling into my chest. He gives a deep, satisfied sigh as he wraps his arms around my ribcage.

I lift my book and consider giving him a thwack, but instead I bury my nose in his hair and kiss the top of his head. “My poor love. Day not as easy as promised, hmm?” Snow’s head moves from side to side, his nose buried in my shirt. He’s roasting hot, as always, and heavy, though not enough to hurt me. He smells of sweat, smoke, frying butter, and something else. It’s some kind of dirt, possibly soot—I’ll have to spell both him and the bedclothes clean once he’s asleep, which based on the evidence will be in about thirty seconds. “Shall I read to you?” I murmur, well aware that he won’t be the least bit interested in Heart of Darkness.

Snow mumbles something that sounds like “Love the sound of your voice,” then shifts his face so that his mouth is less in my clothing. “’S okay for me to sleep on you,” he says—it’s not a question. He’s an unreserved nightmare, sent to destroy my peace and drool on my favorite shirt.

“Hmmph.” Bracing my arms over his ridiculous broad shoulders, I begin to read aloud. What does it mean that he’s this comfortable with me already? Am I the person he wants comfort from now, and if so, why? Have I given him any reason to believe I’ll give it? Simon sighs in what seems to be both exhaustion and contentment when I begin reading aloud. He wriggles back and forth in a manner that feels somehow impossibly good and innocent all at once, like I’m simply an extension of the bed he’s making himself comfortable on. Sure enough, he’s snoring softly within minutes, and I let the book drop again so that I can stroke his hair. It’s thick enough that his scalp is barely visible when my fingers rake through his curls. I spell Simon clean and perform a Kiss it better on his bruise, although I can’t reach his jawline to kiss. Stroking it lightly while kissing his forehead seems to do the trick. “Oh, Simon, love.” I indulge myself enough to rub small circles on his back, between and below his wings, resting the palm of my other hand on the nape of his neck. “Why do you let him do this to you?” Tugging the back of his t-shirt up, I check for kidney damage before gently rolling him onto his side to examine his chest and stomach. There’s a few scratches but no sign of internal bleeding, thank snakes.

Deciding against changing into pajamas, I merely turn off the light and nestle back down into my pillows, unsurprised when Simon rolls back over so he’s half on top of me, his arm and leg landing like dead weight across my body.

Magic above, I love him with every aching cell in my heart.

I’d return every cut, every bruise, every hurt he suffers threefold, if I could. The worst part is the Mage’s indifference; Snow performs his duty as if it’s enough, and that someday he’ll come home to his mentor’s smiles and open arms, and praise for a job well done. Meanwhile the son of a direhog barely seems to notice the bits and pieces being flayed off his protege with each mission; it’s the Mage’s due, and it never even seems to occur to him that Simon would light up at a single warm word from him. Snakes, it wouldn’t occur to him to want Simon to light up.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur, because Snow is asleep and can’t hear me. “Darling.” I run my fingers through his hair lightly, so lightly. If I were human—if I were alive—I’d have to shift him soon; his great heavy body would be crushing my aortic artery right now and starving me of oxygen. Simon Snow-Pitch nuzzles against me in his sleep, his arms tightening around me as he rubs his face on my chest. “I’ll take care of you. Always,” I whisper into thick bronze curls. I don’t mean to, but my lips wander down to his ear and I hear myself whisper again, “Darling.” It’s barely noticeable, but Simon smiles at whatever dream he’s having, and then softly exhales.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 159

warnings: nsfw, john's pov at the beginning hmh masterlist

Buying another shop was a great idea at first, but it’s been a real hassle these past few weeks. Nothing seems to be going right, the security system goes off at least once a week, someone can’t figure out how to make returns or run the machine, and that always means that I’m running into the city to figure it out. I’m getting a little stressed out, but I’m trying my best to keep it under wraps since I don’t want Y/N to get upset as well. I just don’t want her to get stressed out. She doesn’t need this stress on top of being a new mom.

I had to run into the shop since there was someone there trying to return something and the new girl didn’t know how to do it. I asked if there was someone there to help but Naomi, who used to work at the shop in Mill Neck, was off today. I didn’t want to bother her on her day off, so I decided to just head out there myself while the girls stayed home.

Since I’m in New York City, I decide to stop off at a bakery that Y/N loves and pick up some treats for her and Ronan. I pull up in front of the shop as someone backs out of a spot, and I quickly pull in and take it. A spot right in front of the bakery is rare, so I won’t pass it up.

As I enter the bakery, the sweet smell of freshly baked goods fills my nostrils. The display case is full of various pastries and bread, making it difficult for me to choose what to get for the girls. I finally settle on a few things, and even get a baguette, still warm from the oven. The cozy atmosphere of the bakery makes me want to stay a little longer, but I remember that Y/N is waiting for me at home. With my purchases in hand, I head back to my car, eager to see Y/N and Ronan.

Since John had to run into the city, you called up Tess and asked if she wanted to go for a walk at the nature preserve that’s about 15 minutes away. You packed up the kids and dogs, then you headed out to it with her for a late morning walk.

It was nice to spend some time outside since it’s sunny and breezy today, and you even let Ronan put her feet in the little stream that runs through the preserve. The dogs enjoyed splashing in the water and running around too, but now they stink. Bleu will definitely need a bath later tonight. Luckily since it’s warm, you can do it in the backyard rather than in the house.

After spending a few hours at the nature preserve, you dropped Tess off at home, then you headed to the grocery store to pick up something to make for dinner tonight. You don’t know if John is home yet but if he doesn’t get home until later, you want to have dinner waiting for him since you know he probably hasn’t eaten since breakfast this morning.

You pull into the driveway and see John’s car parked, so you know that he’s home. You sit up a little to see that Ronan is still asleep in her car seat, so you get out of the car and get her so you can put her in her room before you come back for the groceries.

Half expecting John to be there to greet you, you’re a little bummed when you walk into the kitchen and find it empty. You furrow your brow when you hear the house so quiet until you see John asleep on the couch, and a smile spreads across your face when you see his long legs across the couch and his dark hair covering his face a little.

You tiptoe past him and head up to Ronan’s room to put her down for her nap, then you head back to the car for the rest of the groceries. As quietly as you can, you get them out of the crunchy brown sacks and put everything away, then you take off your shoes and tiptoe past John and up to Ronan’s room with your phone, iPad, and Ronan’s bag. She’ll be waking up in the next 20 minutes, so you’ll want to keep her occupied in her room until John is awake.

Exhaling quietly, you sit down in the rocker and curl up as you scroll through your phone. You tilt your head back against the chair and feel your eyes growing heavy, and before you can even stop it, you fall asleep.

It’s nearing 6 PM now, and John is still asleep on the couch. You thought he’d be awake by now, but he’s not. He’s obviously really tired, but you can’t stay cooped up in Ronan’s room much longer. You’re both getting hungry.

“Okay, we need to be quiet because daddy is sleeping,” you whisper to Ronan and put your finger on your mouth,“Yeah, shh. Daddy is sleeping.”

You open the door and immediately spot John on the couch, and you grimace as you quietly walk down the stairs. You freeze when you step on the creaky floorboard and look over at John to see him still sleeping. Ronan spots him and squeals loudly and calls out for him, and you quickly run into the kitchen and poke your head out to see he hasn’t moved.

“Is he dead?” you say, then you put Ronan in her highchair and give her a few pieces of cereal before you head back into the living room to check on John. You kneel down next to him and see his chest rising and falling as he breathes, and you feel relief wash over you.

Since you’ll be making dinner soon and making noise, you want John to go up to your room if he needs to keep resting. You don’t want to disturb him though.

You hesitate every time you reach out to touch his chest to wake him up, but you finally give in and rub his chest a few times before he stretches out and rubs his hands over his face.

“Hi, baby. I just want you to know I’m going to make dinner soon, so you should go upstairs and get some rest.” you whisper to him as he looks over at you, and you smile softly at him, “Go get some rest upstairs.”

“I’m okay,” he says as he reaches out to touch your cheek, then he rolls onto his side and smiles at you before he closes his eyes again.

You lean over to kiss his forehead, then you get up and head into the kitchen since he’s okay with you making noise while you make dinner. Ronan has eaten the pieces of cereal you’ve given her, so you get her out and allow her to go into the living room to see her daddy. Her little giggles cause a smile to spread across your face since you know John’s probably scooped her up and is snuggling her now.

On the counter is a pastel pink colored box that you hadn’t noticed earlier, and you open it and smile when you see a dozen different pastries inside. You look at the box and smile when you see it’s the bakery that you love in New York City, and you feel your heart flutter knowing John was sweet enough to stop by and get something for you.

Dinner was good but quiet. John still seems so tired. He cleared his plate and helped you clean up the kitchen, but he didn’t say much. He got the table cleaned off and Ronan’s highchair, then he sat down with her on the couch to read a book to her. You were expecting him to fall asleep while he read it but he made it through.

You’re just now getting Ronan ready for bed and John is still in the rocking chair just staring at the floor.

“Hey,” you smile at him when he looks at you, “Say goodnight to her so you can head to bed.”

John looks at you and nods his head, then he gets up and walk over to kiss Ronan goodnight. He hugs her tight in his arms and puckers his lips for a kiss, then he hands her back to you. You smile as you look at him, but you know he can see the worry in your eyes. He’s being quiet and withdrawn, and he’s not the type of person to take naps during the day, so this is all so weird.

“Hey, peach…” he calls out, and you turn around, “You’re coming to bed after, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” you nod, then you cock up your brow, “Will you be awake?”

John laughs, nodding, “I will be.”

“Okay, we’ll see.” you tease, then you close your eyes and rub Ronan’s back to coax her to sleep.

As you come around the corner, you see John sitting up in bed as he watches TV. He smiles and perks up more, then he waves you over to him, pulling you up to straddle his waist so he can give you a huge hug and kiss. You melt against his lips as you kiss him, then you snuggle into his arms.

“Mm, definitely missed this today.” he whispers, and you nod your head.

The two of you hold each other for a few minutes, then you press a kiss to his lips and walk over to get changed into some pajamas. You pull out a tank top and some shorts since it’s pretty warm tonight, then you get changed and put your hair into a bun before you crawl back in bed with John.

He’s been so quiet and tired tonight, and you’re starting to wonder if maybe he’s coming down with the flu or something.

You reach up and place your hand on his forehead, which causes him to look at you in confusion. You sit up more and press your cheek to his forehead, then you sit down and shrug.

“You don’t have the flu.”

“I’m not sick,” he laughs, reaching for your hand.

You inhale deeply and sigh, “Well, what’s going on?”

“Just…tired today. That’s all.” he says, holding your gaze, “I didn’t sleep that great last night.”

“Yeah, it was really hot in here last night.” you nod, laying down next to him, “I won’t lay all over you tonight.”

John laughs as he pulls you closer, “I don’t care if I sweat to death, I need you to lay with me.”

You sit up to turn on the fan next to your bed, then you move back to John and kiss him before you lay with your head on his chest. You draw circles on his skin for a few moments, then you tilt your head back to look at him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

John nods, “I am.”

He’s lying to you. He’s lying. You can tell. You know him. He’s lying.

“Okay.” you smile softly at him, then you lean up to kiss him as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You roll onto your back as he continues kissing you, then you laugh when he leans down and peppers your neck in feather-light kisses that cause you to shiver.

Cupping his face, you hold his gaze for a few moments, then you kiss him again before you both move back so you can lay on his chest. John exhales softly as you rub his chest, then after a few moments, you look up to see him asleep again.

You reach over for the remote to turn off the TV, then you press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, baby.”

Inhaling deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut and feel John pressing kisses to your cheek as he rubs your back. You finally open your eyes to look at him, and he smiles as he rubs his thumb over your cheek.

“I gotta run into the city.”

“Why?”

John sighs, “They just need some extra help out there today. I’m not sure when I’ll be home, but I’ll call you in a little bit to let you know what’s going on.”

You sit up and rest on your elbows, then you look over to check the time on the clock on John’s nightstand. 7:12. You look back at John and nod your head as you lean over to kiss him goodbye.

“Wait…” you pull him back for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, peach.” he whispers, then he kisses your forehead. “I just got Ronan up and fed, so she’s just in her pack ‘n play.”

You nod as you sit up and take John’s hand, then you walk with him downstairs to the living room where Ronan is playing with some toys. You spot the steaming cup of coffee on the table and the cinnamon roll next to it on a plate, and you look over at John and smile.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll call you in a little bit.” he whispers, and you nod your head. He walks over to Ronan and smiles, “Be good for mom.”

Ronan reaches up for John as he leans down to kiss her, then she plops back on her butt to play with her toys. You sit down on the couch and pull your knees close to your chest as John walks out the front door and gets in his car. You rest your chin on your knee and watch as he backs out of the driveway, then you sigh and continue staring out the window.

John is lying. He’s lying about being fine. But you know he’s only doing it to protect your feelings. For the past few weeks, he’s been called out to the Manhattan shop several times during the week, and you know it’s starting to catch up to him. He’s missing out on spending time with Ronan, so you know he’s incredibly bummed out.

You’ve decided to show up there and surprise him, so hopefully it goes well.

It’s been weeks since you last visited the Manhattan shop and John has hired more people since then, so you don’t know them like you do with the shop in Mill Neck. You find it funny when they greet you at the door as if you’re just a customer.

“Hi! Welcome to Next Chapter. Can I help you find anything?”

You smile at girl behind the counter, “Just looking for my husband.”

“Oh…” she slouches a little and stammers, “Well, I…I don’t know who he is, so I can’t really help you.”

Naomi comes around the corner and smiles, “Mrs. Wick! Hi.”

“Hi,” you hug her and look around, “The shop looks nice.”

The poor girl behind the counter puts her hand over her mouth as her face turns red, “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize that you were…”

“It’s okay,” you laugh as you reach out to shake her hand, “I actually haven’t been out here much, so that’s my fault. I’m Y/N.”

“Maya,” she says as she shakes your hand.

You smile at her, “Seriously, don’t feel bad. It really is my fault. I should be coming out here more often.”

Naomi walks over to help someone when they come in, and you smile at Maya before you head downstairs to the office. As soon as you get to the bottom of the stairs, you see John with his head down and his phone pressed to his ear.

“Why aren’t you answering?” he says under his breath, then he looks at his phone and presses it to his ear again.

You feel your phone vibrating in your purse and realize he’s trying to get a hold of you, which makes you smile. How cute is he?

“Hi,” you say softly, and John looks up at you, “Are you trying to call me?”

John perks up as he nods, “Yeah, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I can leave.” you point over your shoulder and shrug, “I mean, if you don’t want me to be here.”

“Stop!” he shakes his head, laughing, “But why did you come all the way out here?”

You smile as you watch him get up to hug you, “I came to be with you.”

John wraps his arms around you tight and holds you as he leans back against the desk. You lean against his chest and hug him, and you feel him tighten his grip on you when you try to move.

“What’s going on, John? Talk to me.”

John exhales and finally loosens his grip on you as you lean back, “I’ve been really stressed out these past few weeks. Something comes up constantly here and I have to come out here and deal with it. I didn’t think it would be so stressful.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get stressed out too,” he whispers, wiping away the tear on your cheek, “See?”

You reach up and place his hand on your cheek, “I’m crying because you’re stressing and going through this alone. That’s not what a marriage is, John. We do this together. We bought the shop. This isn’t your problem alone.”

“I know, I just didn’t want you to get stressed out.” he whispers, and you tilt your head and hold his gaze as he starts to laugh. “I know, I should have just told you.”

“What happened to Team Wick, huh?” you jokingly shove his shoulder before you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him again. “You don’t have to be stressed out and suffer through this stuff alone. Not anymore. Not since I’m here. You’re my partner in crime, babe. It’s you and me.”

John nods as he leans back against the desk, then he sits on it and pulls you between his legs, sliding his hands into your back pockets, “I miss you and Ronan so much. I feel like I’m missing out on everything.”

“Well,” you exhale as you look at him, “I got her all packed up for college and she’s moving out this weekend.”

“Stop,” John laughs, then he shakes his head.

You reach back for John’s hands and intertwine your fingers with his, “You honestly haven’t missed out on much. She’s doing all the same things.”

“Still shitting her pants?” he asks, and you nod and laugh when he playfully groans, “Damn.”

“Yup, still pooping her pants. I gave her a bath the other night and she shit herself during it. You missed that.”

John laughs, “Glad I missed that.”

“I’m sure.”

John is quiet for a few moments, then he looks at you and blinks a few times before he looks down at your hands, “Do you think she misses me?”

Taking a deep breath, you hold his gaze and shrug as you tear up, “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“What does that mean?”

You wipe the tears on your face, “If I say no, you’ll be bummed. If I say yes, you’ll feel even worse. You’ll feel like shit no matter how I answer.”

John leans his forehead against yours and sighs, “I need to figure out this shit here. I can’t keep leaving you two.”

You cup his face and nod, “Let me help.”

Letting go of you, John walks over and sits down at his desk, then he gets out some papers while you pull up a chair next to him. He looks over at you and smiles, then he pulls your chair closer to him with incredibly sexy effortlessness.

“I got a ton of new books that came in, I need to organize those and get them out on the shelves. The security system is shit, so I need to cancel that and get someone out here today to set up a new one, so I’ve been looking up some places.” he says, and you nod as you lean closer to look at his laptop.

“What do you need me to do?”

John takes a deep breath and looks at you, and you cock up your brow since you know he wasn’t going to give you something to do. You came here to help, so he better find something for you to do.

“I’m here to help. It’s my shop too.”

John nods, then he looks around his desk, “The apartment upstairs is still up for rent, but I haven’t really had any offers on it. I’m not sure people really want to live and work in the same place.”

You nod, then you point upstairs, “How about Maya?”

“She was just hired a few weeks ago, but I overheard her talking to Naomi about it.”

“Well,” you get up and shrug, “Then I’ll go ask her.”

Heading upstairs, you smile when you walk past a few customers, then you finally spot Maya helping an older gentleman find a book. You wait a few moments for her to look over at you, and you smile at her when she does.

“Excuse me…” you say softly, “Can I speak with you downstairs when you get a moment?”

The color drains from Maya’s face, “Of course.”

“Whenever you have a moment. No rush.” you smile softly, then you head back down to John and see him on the phone.

“Yeah, today would be perfect.” he nods, and you sit down, “Yeah, thank you. Bye.”

You look at him and raise your eyebrows, “They’re coming?”

“Should be here by 2.” he says, looking down at his watch before he looks at you, “Talk to Maya?”

“She was with someone, so I just asked her to come down when she’s free.”

John chuckles, “Probably gave her a heart attack in the process.”

“She felt so bad because she thought I was a customer when I came in.” you say as you laugh, then you get up and grab a box of books and look through them, “It’s my fault since I don’t come in here much.”

“No, it’s my fault.” he says, and you look over at him, “It’s my fault because I never ask if you want to come with.”

You furrow your brow as you laugh, “I’m fully capable of driving here myself. Don’t take the blame.”

John gets up from his desk and walks over to wrap his arms around your waist, “Is Ro with your mom?”

“Tess,” you say, looking over your shoulder. “I just dropped her off there since she was closer.”

“Makes sense.” he buries his face in the crook of your neck and exhales, “Do you think my girls would want to go out on a date with me tonight?”

You smile as you look at him, “I think they would like that very much.”

John smiles softly, then he leans over to kiss you before he lets go, “Oh, hey, Maya.”

“Hi,” she says as she wrings her hands, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You laugh as you brush it off, then you gesture for her to sit down as you walk over to sit with John, “So, how do you like the shop?”

“I like it a lot. It’s got the right vibes.” she says, and John laughs quietly. “It’s nice. Not too busy, but not too quiet that I get bored.”

“Yeah, that’s how I feel about the shop back home.” you nod, then you look at John, “It’s quiet but not too quiet, but our shop in Mill Neck has a different feel to it. More like a small town bookshop, where as here it has a little more…of a sophisticated vibe to it, you know? We still try to bring some of that homey feel to it though with the couches and chairs.”

Maya nods, “I can see that.”

“So, John mentioned that he overheard you talking to Naomi about the apartment upstairs…”

“Yeah, I just asked what was up there.” Maya says as her eyes grow as wide as buttons, “Is…is that a problem?”

You laugh as you reach out to touch her hand, “No! Oh my god, no. I’m so sorry if I’ve given you the impression that you’re in trouble.”

John laughs, “You’re scaring her.”

“I am so sorry!” you put your hands over your face and laugh, “Literally not my intention. I’m just trying to be as professional as John always is. He’s so much better at it.”

“We’re asking because it’s for rent,” John says, and you sit back and nod your head. “If you’re interested in it, we’d be more than happy to show you around.”

Maya smiles a little, “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s a one bedroom, but it’s not bad for a single person.” John says, then he shrugs and looks at you. “It came with the shop when we bought it, and we thought it would be good for an employee, as long as they don’t mind living where they work.”

“Uh,” Maya chuckles a little, “I mean, it depends on rent, of course.”

John nods, “We could work something out.”

Maya nods her head, “I think it would be so freaking cool to live here.”

“You’d have a great view,” you say as she smiles, “You’d be close to work! That’s a bonus.”

“Can I take the day to think about it?”

John nods, “Of course. There’s no rush.”

“Do you want me to show you the apartment?” you ask, and Maya clasps her hands and nods. You look over at John and reach for the keys, then you wait for Maya to get out of the office before you lean down to kiss him, “Be right back.”

“Hate to go see...wait…” he laughs as he shakes his head, “Hate to see you go…”

You smirk as you look at him, “Jonathan Wick, are you flustered?”

John leans over to make sure Maya isn’t near, then he reaches out and spanks you, “These shorts…”

You laugh as you lean over to kiss him, then you wink before you head upstairs with Maya. The two of you head to the back of the shop where there’s a door that leads upstairs, and you unlock it and gesture for her to go first. The stairwell is cramped, so you quickly head up to the apartment door and unlock it.

“You got your kitchen here, bathroom here, living room, and the bedroom. Great view from the window,” you say as you walk into the empty apartment. “You can paint it whatever you want, hang whatever you want.”

The living room is big and spacious and the windows are large, so there’s plenty of natural light that comes in. The dark exposed ceiling gives the illusion that room is taller than it really is, but it also leaves the room feeling a little more modern.

Maya nods as a smile spreads across her face, then she walks around and looks at everything, “It’s really cute. Bigger than I thought.”

“Yeah, the bedroom is quite big.” you nod, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

“Oh, uh, I have a cat and a dog.” she says, looking at you, “Can I have pets here?”

You nod, “Of course. I have a dog at home who I couldn’t live without, so I would never tell you no. And trust me, John would never tell you no either. Bleu is everything to that man. So, yes, you can definitely have pets.”

Maya laughs, “Thanks, they’re my babies.”

“Completely understand.” you nod, then you smile at her, “Take all the time you need, Maya. We’re in no rush. And if you decide this isn’t right for you, that’s okay too.”

“Thanks. I just want to talk to my dad about it.” she says, shrugging, “He gives good advice.”

You smile, “You’re very lucky to have that.”

Maya walks past you and heads back down to the shop, and you lock up and make your way downstairs to the office again, finding John still going through papers at the desk.

“So, did she like it?”

“She did. I forgot how big that place actually is. I guess I remember it just being a studio.” you say, furrowing your brow, “I don’t know what I was thinking. But yes, she liked it and said she wants to speak with her dad first because he gives good advice.”

John chuckles, then he leans over to kiss you a few times, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, holding his hand, “What else do you need help with?”

“Uh, just those two boxes over there. The books need to be divided up by genre so we can put them out.”

You nod as you get up, “I’m on it. Is that it?”

“Yeah, I think that’s pretty much everything.”

“See how much easier everything is when you just let your wife handle it.” you joke, and John lets out a laugh as he nods.

A knock on the door causes you to look over your shoulder, and you look over at John as he gets up and shakes hands with who you assume is the guy from the security company.

John touches the lower part of your back, then he kisses your cheek, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you nod, then you smile at him as he leaves.

John still wants to take you and Ronan out on a date tonight, so you left the shop and headed home to shower and get ready. You know that you won’t be going anywhere fancy for dinner since Ronan will be tagging along, but you still want to change into something else. Maybe a nice summer dress.

You set a few dresses out on your bed, then you stand back and look at them as Ronan waddles over to the bed.

“What dress should momma wear?” you ask, and Ronan scrunches up her face and looks at you, “Yeah, which one? That one? Okay.”

You take the powder blue dress that Ronan pointed at and put it on, then you turn around to fix it in the mirror as you look at yourself. The dress falls just a little above your knee, so you’ll have to keep that in mind if Ronan runs off during dinner. It’s probably not the best thing to wear since she’s quite the little runner lately, but you feel good in it and you might even get a few lingering looks from John.

Since he’s been working so much these past few weeks, you haven’t really had much time alone. You’ve had enough time alone for a quickie here and there, but the two of you always love to lay in bed and talk, and John always loves to take his time with you--you’re definitely not complaining about that. You’re hoping that maybe tonight you two can spend some time together after your date.

“Alright,” you reach down for Ronan and pick her up, “Let’s get you ready, bug.”

Walking to Ronan’s room, you kiss her cheek over and over, then you set her down in the middle of the floor before you go through her closet to find a dress for her. You find a cute romper that has little peaches all over it, and you kneel down and check Ronan’s diaper before you put the romper on her. You get the peach colored headband, then you put it on and smile as you look at her.

“Oh, bug, you’re so beautiful!”

You perk up when you hear the front door open, so you lift Ronan up and walk out to see John coming in the front door with two bouquets of flowers.

“Hi, daddy!”

John smiles as you come down the stairs, “Look at my beautiful girls.”

Ronan bounces in your arms and waves at John as she calls out for her dada, and you laugh as you walk over to him so he can kiss her.

“These are for you, little lady.” he says, handing her the bouquet of light pink carnations and baby’s breath.

“Oh, these are so beautiful!” you say as you take them, then you hold them up to her nose so she can smell them, “Smell. Mmm.”

John laughs when Ronan tries to bite one of the flowers, “No, baby, you smell them. Like this…”

You smile when John demonstrates for Ronan how to smell a flower, then you hoist her up, “We better get these into some water.”

“Oh, and these are for you, miss.” John holds up the other flowers and smiles, “Flowers for my dates who both look so pretty.”

You blush as you look at him, “Thank you. Ro picked out my dress.”

“I’m going to shower. I’ll be ready in 30 minutes.” he whispers, and you nod as he leans over to kiss you. “You look beautiful, baby.”

You let Ronan down and listen to her little feet as she follows behind you to the kitchen. She clings to your leg and drools all over it, then she reaches for the handle on the cabinet and pulls on it, rocking back and forth until she falls on her butt. You let out a small laugh when she gets up and waddles off to find something else to do instead since she can’t get in the cabinet with the safety locks.

After getting the flowers in some vases, you leave them on the counter and head out to find Ronan chewing on the TV remote. Thankfully you clean it regularly since she tends to chew on it whenever it’s around. You’re pretty sure she likes it because she likes the way the rubber buttons feel on her gums.

“You and this dang remote,” you laugh, then you grab a teething toy, “Here.”

Ronan takes it from you, then she waddles around the living room and over to Bleu. She sits down next to him and leans her head against his belly, and you smile as you sit down on the couch and wait for John.

You’re making a funny noise and making Ronan laugh until she’s wheezing with laughter, and almost everyone in the diner is looking over to watch. You blow raspberries in the crook of Ronan’s neck and smiles when she squeals.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, setting her in your lap, “Momma will stop.”

John laughs as he reaches for your hand, “You two…”

“What?”

“I just love you two so much.”

You tilt your head a little and smile softly, “We love you too!”

John presses a kiss to the back of your hand and looks down at Ronan as she chews on your other hand, and he laughs a little, “She’s chewing on everything.”

“She was chewing on my leg earlier.” you say, then you wiggle finger over Ronan’s lips and laughs when she tries to chew on it, “I think she’s teething again, so…”

John grimaces a little, “At least we know what to do now.”

Ronan stands up in your lap and claps her hands, then she reaches over for John. He sits up a little and takes her, then he hold tight to her when she stands up in the booth next to him.

You prop your head up on your fist and watch Ronan grin at her daddy, and you laugh when she leans over with her mouth wide open to kiss him. John scrunches up his face a little and wipes away the spit she’s left on his cheek, then he kisses her.

John and Ronan share an inseparable bond, yet they never exclude you. Despite Ronan being a baby, she ensures that you feel included--it’s such a weird way to put it, but a testament to her deep affection for you and John. She always wants you and John, and she is always craving the attention and affection from you both, which of course you two are never upset about giving her.

“When we get home, do you want to spend some time in the pool?” you ask, and John nods his head. “It’s pretty warm tonight.”

“Well, let’s head out now. That way Ro can swim with us for a bit before she goes to bed.” John suggests, then he gets some money and tucks it behind a cup as you get up and fix your dress. You clap your hands and take Ronan when she leans over for you, then you wait for John to get up before you walk with him to the front door.

“Hey,” John whispers as you stand at the car, “Maybe mom and dad can have some hot tub time?”

“Oh, absolutely.” you smile, then you smirk when John perks up.

Ronan had so much fun with you and John in the pool but she got tired not long after. You brought her upstairs and put her down for the night, then you headed back to the pool and hopped in with John before you both moved to the hot tub with some wine.

“Oh, I meant to tell you earlier, Maya asked if we could meet with her dad this weekend to discuss the apartment.” John says, and you nod your head, “I figured we could discuss it and talk about the lease.”

“Sounds good to me,” you say as you close your eyes and feel the warm water relaxing your body. You frown when the jets turn off, then you look over at John, “The timer ran out.”

John laughs as he walks over to turn the jets back on, then he stands in front of you and smiles, leaning down to kiss you a few times. You cup his face to keep him from moving away from you, and he reaches down and lifts you up as the two of you kiss. He sits down with you in his lap, then he pulls the string on your swimsuit top and pulls it off of you.

“Fuck…” he whispers as he looks at your chest, then he leans down and sucks on your nipple, closing his eyes and humming loudly, “Put your feet up here.”

You furrow your brow when John suggests you stand up in front of him on the bench, then you nod when you realize why he wants that. He unties the side of your bottoms, then he pulls them off and tosses them aside before he licks his lips and leans up to bury his face between your legs. You lean over and hold onto the side of the hot tub, then you laugh a little.

“I know you want this, but this is such an awkward--” you squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly as John sucks on your clit. You look down at John and bite your lip, “Holy shit…”

“You were saying…”

You chuckle softly as you tilt your head back, then meet his gaze before stepping away from the bench and leaning against his chest for a passionate kiss. Keeping your lips locked onto his, he rises to remove his swim trunks while you trail your hands up and down his torso before slipping them beneath the water’s surface to stroke him intimately. As he grasps at your ass, you moan in pleasure into each other's mouths until finally settling into his lap where you let out soft moans of ecstasy as you feel him brush against your inner thighs.

After adjusting your position several times, you eventually slide down the length of him as your eyes roll shut. His hands are irresistibly drawn to your thighs, gliding upwards until they rest firmly on your ass. With rapt attention, he guides the rhythm of you on top of him.

“Oh, fuck, John,” you whine as you tilt your head back, then you look at him, “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

John places his right hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer, “I’ve missed you too.”

You close your eyes and moan softly as John leans up to suck on your neck, and you roll your hips faster, chasing the pleasure. His hand slides down to your breast where he pinches and twists your nipple, then he sucks on it and wraps his arms around you tight before you both look at each other.

“Take your time,” you whisper, nodding your head and cupping his face, “Take your time with me.”

“Absolutely.”

You brought Ronan along to meet with Maya and her dad to act as a…buffer. John can be intimidating, but he’s not as intimidating when he’s holding his baby girl. Hopefully when Maya’s dad sees John with Ronan, he’ll understand that John is the same as him: a dad who just really loves his daughter and wants what’s best for her.

You’re currently in the apartment with Ronan, and you’re kneeling down by the window with her as she looks out and points at every car on the street. John ran to get some sandwiches for the two of you since you both completely forgot to eat lunch, but he should be back soon.

“Hello?” Maya pokes her head in and smiles, “Hi.”

“Hey, come in.” you get up and fix your jeans as you walk over to meet her dad.

Maya walks over and gestures to her dad, “This is my dad.”

“Hi,” you reach out and shake his hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“William,” he nods, then he puts his hands on his waist and nods as he looks around the living room, already inspecting it.

Very much a protective dad.

“Oh, I’m not sure you’ve met her yet, this is Ronan,” you say, reaching down to pick her up, “Can you say hi, baby?”

Maya smiles when Ronan waves at her, then she laughs, “She looks just like John.”

“It’s the eyes,” John says as he walks in, then he sets the bag down and walks over to shake hands with William, and they immediately begin talking about the apartment.

You bounce Ronan in your arms a few times, then you laugh when she leans over for Maya to hold her. Maya cautiously takes her from you and holds her, then she sits down on the floor. You sit down with them and get a few of Ronan’s toys, and you smile when she holds them up to show Maya.

“How old is she?”

“Just turned 9 months,” you say, tickling Ronan’s belly. “She just started walking, so she’s kind of in love with walking around right now. Every where I go, I just hear her little feet right behind me.”

Maya laughs, “That’s cute.”

“She’d get so frustrated when John and I would be a few feet away talking and she’d just cry because she couldn’t get to us. She started crawling early and walking too. We’re fully convinced she’s a genius, but it’s most likely because she just tries to keep up with us.” you say, then you look over at John as he hands William the lease he came up with last night. He glances at you for a moment, and you smile at him before you look back at Ronan, “She just loves her daddy so much.”

Ronan gets up and wobbles a little, then she walks over to John and clings to his jeans before he reaches down and picks her up. She reaches up and scratches her fingers over his beard as he tries his hardest to keep a straight face, and you and Maya both laugh.

“Maya,” William looks at her and waves her over, so the two of you both get up and walk over to the counter. “Mr. Wick has come up with a lease for you.”

“I just figured a three month lease would be best. Say in three months, you no longer wish to live here or even work here,” John shrugs as he looks at her, “This way you’re not tied down for six months or longer.”

Maya nods, then she looks at her dad, “And the rent is okay?”

“Rent is…the cheapest you’re going to get in Manhattan, especially with a place this big and nice.” he says, then he laughs, “Kind of feel bad for how cheap it is.”

“Well, just because we’ve lowered the rent doesn’t mean anything. Anytime you need repairs or anything, don’t hesitate to call us. We’ll call someone and get them out here to fix it.” you say, and John nods, “And we’ll pay for it. We own this place, and John and I went back and forth for about a month over what to do with it. We certainly don’t need it since we have a home in Mill Neck, so we figured why not rent it out to someone?”

Maya perks up as she looks at her dad, “So you like it?”

“I do,” William nods and looks around, “It’s a nice place.”

John hoists Ronan up a little, “We got a new security system as well, so she’s safe here.”

You smile as you look at John, then you rub his back a little before intertwining your fingers with his. He lets go to wrap his arm around your shoulder, then he pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head while Maya and William walk around to discuss everything.

Ronan kicks her legs to be put down, then she waddles after Maya as you laugh. Maya looks down when Ronan clings to her leg, and John lets out a small laugh when she reaches up to be held.

“Grace better be careful. I think Ro is finding a few favorite.” John says, and you laugh as you move to stand in front of him. He looks over the top of your head at William, then he looks at you, “Lunch in the park after?”

You nod your head as you lean up to kiss his cheek, “Yeah.”

“And I’m right here for work too.” Maya whispers, and her dad nods. “I really like this place, dad. And Mr. and Mrs. Wick are really, really nice to me.”

William nods, then he wraps his arm around her shoulder, “If this is what you want…”

“I do.” she nods, and he leans down to kiss her cheek.

You smile when they walk back over to you to sign the lease, and you open the cupboard and pull out the purple gift bag, “I had a feeling you’d say yes, so I got you a housewarming gift. If I was a single girl, I’d take the place too.”

Maya laughs as she pulls out the little potted plant and the candle you bought for her, then she hugs you, “Thank you.”

John takes the papers after they’ve signed them, then he hands Maya a set of keys, “There you go. Welcome home.”

“I have an apartment!” Maya laughs.

“The only thing we ask is no crazy parties since the shop is downstairs,” John says, and Maya laughs as she nods. “That’s pretty much it. Oh, and if you have anything in particular that you want, such as a certain couch and desk, just let us know and we’ll pick it up for you.”

William shakes his head as he laughs, “She’s got plenty of stuff at home.”

Ronan throws her toy to the floor and laughs as it skids over to your feet, then she walks over and reaches up for you.

“We’ll get out of your hair. You can move in whenever you want.” John says, then he shakes William’s hand, “I promise she’ll be safe here. I know how protective we can get about our kids, especially our daughters. You have my word.”

You feel your heart flutter a little as John looks over at Ronan in your arms, then you walk over and hug Maya, “I can’t wait to see how you decorate the place. Paint and do whatever you want in here!”

“Yeah, I’m really excited for that part.” she smiles, then she waves at Ronan, “Bye.”

“Say bye, Ro.” you wave, and Ronan waves at Maya as you walk to the door.

John grabs the bag from the counter, then he walks down the stairs with you to the shop. It’s open today but things were taken care of--thankfully. You walk through the shop and smile at some customers, then you wave at Naomi before heading out to the street where your car is parked out front.

“Definitely gonna need the stroller.” you say, hoisting Ronan up more, “I’m a little weakling or she’s just getting so much bigger.”

John laughs as he gets it from the trunk, then he kisses Ronan’s cheek as he puts her in it. You stuff your purse in the bottom, then you wrap your arm around John’s bicep and lock the car before walking across the street to the park.

“So, I have a question,” John says, and you look up at him, “If you were single, you’d want to live out here?”

“Well, no. I love Mill Neck.” you say, shrugging. “I don’t want to live here. There’s too many people and it’s never quiet. I don’t even like coming into the city when I’m alone. It makes me so, so, so anxious. I only ever come out here when I’m with you or if I’m coming out here to see you.”

John nods, “What if when you first moved here, you found this shop and it was looking to hire and rent an apartment out, would you have taken it?”

“Maybe, I guess. I don’t know. Part of me wants to say yes.”

“We wouldn’t have met then,” he says, and you look up at him again, “We wouldn’t have met if you had moved here.”

You shake your head as you laugh, “I don’t believe that. I think you and I would meet no matter what. No matter where in New York I was living, you and I would meet.”

“You really think that?”

“We were meant to meet so that we could have this beautiful little girl,” you say, nodding your head, “Whether we met because Bleu ran up to me at the mailbox or we both hailed the same taxi, we would have met.”

John smiles, “Yeah.”

“I was literally outside of the museum while you were inside fucking shit up. You think that wasn’t fate?” you laugh, and John smiles wider. “We might have just missed one another once or twice but it wasn’t the right time until September 5th.”

“Best day of my life.” John smiles, pulling you closer to his side.

You tilt your head back and smile at him, “We were destined to meet and fall in love because without one another, we wouldn’t have Ronan. Ronan wouldn’t be who she is if you weren’t her dad.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you, “I love you so much, you know that?”

“Do you know that I love you so much?” you ask, and John nods his head before leaning down to kiss you.

Ronan squeals loudly as you and John kiss, and you laugh against his lips and look down at her as she waves at random people. You smile as you look at some little kids waving at her, then you look back at John.

“Best thing we ever did,” he whispers, and you nod your head as he cups your face, “Best thing I ever did: meeting you.”

“Stop!” you laugh as you put your hand over your face, “You’ll make me cry.”

You feel a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace, like nothing else in the world really matters. His touch is gentle yet firm, and you can't help but smile at the warmth he brings to your heart. As you pull away from him, John looks into your eyes and whispers words of love that make your heart skip a beat, and a smile spreads across your face. You realize how lucky you are to have him in your life, and you vow to cherish every moment with him. The memory of this embrace will stay with you forever, a reminder of the love that surrounds you.

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#john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john wick x y/n #john wick fic #fic: hold my hand #hiii sorry it's been so long since i updated last! life has been A LOT lately #plus i'll be honest i've been writing this one really random chapter lmaoooo i can't wait to share it #there's a few chapters that i can't wait to share tbh #anyway enjoyyyyy i love u all byeeee

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kynori · 1 year ago

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assignment: A0 week 3 sketch | fantastical creature design based on nature or industrial design

tools: ipad, procreate

description: meet my first ever fakémon, roombug! (and its evolution) note: i'm not an expert on pokémon so i don't know all the terms don'tkillme

roombug is an electric/bug type that evolves into an electric/steel in its third evolution!

roombug is a cleaning creature that eats primarily dust mites and small debris. it sucks these items off the ground using a strong gust of wind, and like a whale, has multiple filters to allow it to only eat small items and then trap it once its inside them. the various brushes on its body collect + absorb much smaller dust mites, especially airborne ones

has many sensors on its front, but not many on its back or top. in the front it has whiskers, eyes (that do not see much), and little arms it crawls on. on its back, it has a tail that picks up any debris it may have missed and helps keep it balanced

roombug + evolutions can fly! roombug has a set of brush wings at its sides that help collect more dust/food, especially floating ones in the air! it flies less as vacuwaddle and barely at all as hooverboom, due to its size (vacuwaddle and hooverboom have an extra set of brush wings).

to help control itself in the air, it has two fin-like attachments that raise and help control itself, along with a tail for balance

all roombugs + evolutions don't have the best sight so they tend to run into objects at eye level and are not the best with stairs

all roombugs like to rest in small spaces! especially after a long day of feeding/cleaning, they prefer to return to their home base (of their own creation) and rest. dust & debris that was too big for them to eat will fall out of their metallic filters in their nests, and this will need to be cleaned up by their caretaker.

roombugs prefer to live in more industrial spaces and are nearly an invasive species - nature of course provides plenty of dust, but indoor human spaces provide much more of it in a condensed space, allowing roombugs to thrive (almost too much).

do they actually like to clean? yes! they don't fully realize they're doing it, and humans love having them as pokémon pets because it's a symbiotic/mutually beneficial relationship - they used to be hoarded by the upper class but they were quickly overrun and it became more commonplace to see them in homes, regardless of class/economic status. they are also a popular emotional support animal/pokémon in the pokémon world

when it evolves into vacuwaddle, its basically an awkward growth spurt. vacuwaddle has slightly below average stats compared to its evolution brethren, and that's because its head is heavy but its arms and legs are not long or big enough to allow it to crawl on all fours, so it lacks a lot of balance and will bash its head a lot on furniture and walls. also, its eyes are better suited for all-fours so it can't see as well either.

vacuwaddle has extra brushes to help, which allows it to collect and absorb even more

important note: vacuwaddle is perfectly capable, and with enough love and care it'll turn into a lovely and strong hooverboom!

hooverboom moves much less than its two counterparts and has even more brushes to allow it to eat more (which it needs, because its bigger)

hooverboom's tail is much longer and tends to drag on the floor a lot, so try not to trip over it lollll

hooverboom's brush wings grow much larger to allow it to fly though it prefers to be on ground and can't fly very long

hooverboom's shape it allows it to traverse stairs on foot (previous evolutions require it to fly to different floor/elevations)

feedback: ngl i don't have a lot of feedback here, i am stupidly proud of this creation and if this is my peak, i'm happy LMAO

(no but fr tho, i could definitely improve my rendering for objects, i'm not the best at that rip)

references: pokémon LOL

pls ask me questions about these lil dudes i absolutely LOVE them

#00sketch #yes thats my pokemon trainer oc shhhh #i unironically LOVE roombas i would die for them #roombug

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megnificent-reads · 1 year ago

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Once Upon a Broken Heart, Stephanie Garber - ⅗ ☆

Disclaimer, I read this a couple of weeks ago and didn’t write anything down so, I might misremember things, miss things, or mention things that actually happen in book two. Sorry.

I expected a lot out of this, and ended up not getting much. I tend to get annoyed and start angrily rambling when this happens, but I was mostly just upset. I was recommended this by my best friend, who really enjoyed it. I trust her opinions, so I was excited. But there was just something missing for me.

The plot is kept vague and secretive the entire book. It reminded me a little of “the game” in Masters of Death by Olivie Blake, which I ended up not finishing because of the intentional vagueness. It’s just a personal preference, but I can’t care about the plot if I don’t know what it is.

The characters seemed semi-interesting, but it seemed like most of the attention was given to Jacks, which still wasn’t a lot. It kind of has ACOTAR-syndrome, where the plan is for more books, so development is extremely slow. Maybe I’m just one of those iPad baby dopamine addicts who want plot fast but, this is my opinion blog so you get the iPad baby opinion.

Evangline, my pink-haired princess

Now, the title of this section is misleading, because I don’t actually like her that much. However, her hair is naturally pink so she automatically gets a few points in my book.

I don’t want to call her the dumbest protagonist I’ve ever read, but off the top of my head, I can’t think of a dumber one. I’ll try to be nicer to her and say naive. She sees the best in her obviously evil stepsister, drinks poison that is labeled “POISON” in the name of love, and trusts a guy she was told repeatedly throughout life not to trust because he looked trustworthy and she missed her boyfriend.

In her defense, I’d do anything for my husband, but I think if I turned myself to stone for him he’d do something to un-stone me but hey, what can you do?

She seems to not trust Jacks when he’s doing nice things for her, but trusts him deeply when he’s doing something obviously nefarious.

But again her hair is pink, and I love her.

Jacks, the Prince of My Heart

Sometimes he pisses me off but at the end of the day I love him. Even though he’s blonde.

I was about to say I loved this little freak from the beginning. I didn’t, I actually thought he was a little too weird (rare for me), but in hindsight, I love this little freak from the beginning.

Something so romantic about calling your future love interest pathetic for wanting the very thing you’re cursed to also want.

I hate to say it, but I do love Jacks for more what he could be, not what he is in this book. I love characters that seem themselves as irredemable monsters, simply because they haven’t met anyone that thinks otherwise. (I’ll talk about you later, Selwyn Kane).

But, Jacks doesn’t seem to change his mind at all throughout the entire book. Dedicated to the bit, I guess, but we rarely see who he really is. I got a glimpse of it on page 196 with his masochism speech, which I loved. I was so excited to learn more! Then he returned to exactly what he was a couple of pages earlier. We get a bit of his backstory near the end, but something about it didn’t feel fulfilling. It’s possible I just didn’t care about his ex-true love because I just wanted to pick him and Evangeline up like dolls and make them kiss. I have my faults.

Until next time…

This book in particular I’d love opinions and different perspectives on. I really wanted to like this book. I really wanted to care about Jacks more. It just felt like a lot of setup for the rest of the series, rather than a book that can stand on its own.

#book review #books #bookblr #once upon a broken heart #ouabh #three stars

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camilacabellofanfiction · 2 years ago

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TEN MORE MINUTES

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

I really do not understand why these meetings carry on for so long. Everyone seems to be making the same point but refuses to admit they are agreeing with one another. The chatter around the table drones on and no progress has been made in the past thirty-eight minutes. Only about twenty more minutes and then I can return to her. I can't help but look forward to seeing her again and again. It's nothing really, just a crush. But god, she's all I can think about.

A week ago I would have panicked at the feeling and what that must mean for me. The thoughts would race through me like lightning. My heart pounding, eyes scrunched as I try to stop the intrusive questions around my sexuality. Truth be told, there was a time when I had been more comfortable facing my attraction to women, I had embraced it even. It feels like such a long time ago and frankly, so much has changed. It hurts for a moment to think about. A daunting feeling washed over me and I feel eighteen again, fully at the mercy of management that doesn't approve. I looked down to my feet resting on the floor and adjusted my glasses on my face.

Suddenly all of the voices around me seem to quiet down and Mark looks to me expectantly. "What do you think, Camila?" The silence is the only thing I can focus on now. "Think about what, Mark?" The expectant face now turns to one of annoyance. "What are your thoughts on the interview line up?" I could clearly hear the bite in his tone now. I pause for a moment, looking over the page. The top of the line up is Apple Music with Zane Lowe, "Looks great guys." I feel a wave of comfort, I have missed Zane. What a better way to start the promo tour for my album? Zane is one of the few I have met through the years of stardom that I can honestly say is a friend. I take one more glance at the clock; six minutes until this meeting is over. I let out a soft sigh, "I'm ready" I thought to myself. Before I could regain my excitement, Serena sends us off. "Thank you all for your support and your time, everyone. We have our work cut out for the next few weeks. See you all next week." She finished with a smile, seemingly genuine. I gather my iPad and charger, lastly my tea. As I was making my way out of the conference room I can hear Mark calling my name. "Camila! Listen, can I give you some quick feedback?" he gestured down the hallway, away from the people funneling through the doorway behind me. A small huff makes its way out, "Of course," I thought. "What's up Mark?" I follow his lead, he made sure we stood just out of earshot. "Camila, I know meetings are frustrating and sometimes it can be difficult to focus. I can't help but notice that you have been distracted. But these people have come together for you. You have got to respect their time and be present for them." Here we go. Mark takes a breath and waits for me to meet his eyes. "What ever it is that you have going on can wait, okay? Do not forget that you need these people." He paused again, his eyes were like daggers silently telling me to pay close attention. His face softened slightly and he sighed. "Just don't waste their time, they want to be here and they are going to be a part of this until the end. They have a stake in this too, and just as many hours as you." I could tell he was being sincere. Mark was right, as much as I don't want to admit. I cleared my throat, "You're absolutely right, Mark. I forget sometimes that this kind of work is much bigger than I am." He nodded his head and a small smile came to his face. "Thank you. That is understandable, it happens to all of us." I nodded my head and mutter "yeah." We exchange our goodbyes and agree to see each other soon.

I turn swiftly on my heels and recount my conversation with Mark. Immediately I feel a pang of regret, of course I have done this process many times before, all different crews and always having distractions. He is right, next week I won't make the same mistake.

I can't help but notice my excitement for this radio tour is absent this time around though. Well, let me rephrase, my excitement is misplaced. I wonder for a moment if I should feel guilty. Robbing my own work of my attention to give to someone else. To give to her. I shake my head in the negative. "Stop it," I think to myself. If there is one thing I have learned it is to not dwell on feelings that aren't relevant. "I am still invested in this." I assure myself as I approach the elevator. I make a point to be mindful and move to a more positive line of thoughts.

I pressed the button and watch as the elevator on my left slowly rises to this floor. A few moments pass and the doors finally open. A group spills past the doorway, every one of them dressed in expensive office attire, clutching paperwork. I step into the empty elevator and watch them as they walk away. I wonder if they might be lawyers. The doors close slowly and I quickly press the button to the lobby.

I have made this trip enough to know that I am about ten minutes out from her. My heart begins beating rapidly. Reaching for my phone, I open my camera app and look closely at my makeup, scanning for any imperfections. After some careful examination I am satisfied with my appearance. The elevator shifts and I put my phone back into my purse as the doors open.

The sound of the bustling lobby spills into the elevator and I can feel my nerves highten. I step into the lobby, immediately I can feel my breath even out as my surroundings expand. This building is beautiful. Two large staircases on either side of me, tall ceilings and tall windows with plenty of natural sunlight. The temperature is perfect and there are no drafty pockets. I reach into my purse and unfold my sunglasses, as I put them on I can see my driver waiting for me at back of the car. I then glance to the doorman, he has a toothy smile and always smells fantastic. He nodded to me and opened the door for me, never taking his attention away. I swiftly thanked him and shifted my focus to my driver, Fernando. My steps quickened and I waved to him, "Hi!" I exclaimed. "How was it, Miss Cabello?" he asked in a thick hispanic accent. "So great!" I responded sarcastically and laughed to myself. The Colombian man smiled and ushered me inside the car. Only a few moments passed and the car was moving. "About eight more minutes." I thought. My excitement returned and I watched the cars pass occasionally switching my attention to the pedestrians on the sidewalks. Some in groups and some on their journey alone. I wonder what it must be like to walk along a busy street with my head buried in my phone. Nobody paying any attention. After some time I turn back to the interior of the car and take a deep breath, now noticing my smile is still in place. I reach for my phone and check the time, three more minutes. A rapid wave of excitement flies through my body, I can feel every cell jump to life and the air feels cold suddenly. I am restless now, eager to jump out of my seat. I wonder if she is waiting for me already or if she wants to catch up for a bit. I mean, it's been a week now so surely we have plenty to talk about. I'm just thinking in circles now. I wonder "What is Beck thinking about right now?

**Author's Note**

hiii val and lovelies! <3 i am rusty but I am back! 8 years since my last fic :)

I know this is a slow start but be patient babes, you are in good hands! the second chapter will be coming in the next few days. Next chapter is going to be from Beck's POV. I'm not sure how often I will have updates for y'all but I'm hoping at least one a week or so.

I probably shouldn't but I'm cheating a little bit and posting my own fics to kick off the site! love yall- Admin Dara

find me on wattpad & tumblr @daracudda

#Camila #continuing #lgbtq+#angst #submission #au #queer #Cabello #camila cabello

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vamosaespana · 7 months ago

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Mom time

I awoke to GB shaking me gently saying it’s 11:30. Holy guacamole that’s sleeping in😮 3 is awake and downstairs while 1 and 2 are still sleeping. 1 starts to stir and heads to the bathroom where you here the not so discrete slam of the toilet seat banging down on the porcelain. To which what quickly follows is 2 sticking her head out of her bedroom door yelling at whoever it may be to “keep it down some people are trying to sleep here!” Yup sounds like morning 🤦🏻‍♀️

As everyone starts to wake up, I have gotten accustomed to getting the clothes off the clothes hanger on the roof to fold and put away. I’ve gotten used to drying my clothes outside. There’s just something different about it that I can’t quite put my finger on it but I really do love it.

We all get ready for breakfast and as I finish getting ready GB lets me know that we are going to skip the ruins in Ithaca. After a late night and lots of running around, he thought it would be best if it was a chill day for the kids as we would have an early start tomorrow traveling on the train. The kids are all about it…tanning for 2, 1 lounging in the jacuzzi and 2 just chilling on her iPad and drawing. I agree but also wish I had been told sooner so as to not put on my full face but oh well. GB finds a little restaurant close to our house and we eat to our hearts content. I love the idea of tapas as you can try a sampling of all sorts of little apps as everything on the menu sounds amazing.

It’s at lunch I decide that I’m going to spend the day exploring solo. I return back to the house to grab my wrap so that I am church ready at any time. I had a tank top on with a long skirt so wanted to make sure I was respectful and had my shoulders covered. Normally this trip I have always been prepared but this time I forgot the shawl so had to head back quick to grab it. Once in the house, the kids split to their various ideas of relaxing and I head out.

There is a beautiful church just near our home from Our Lady of the Macarena. I’m so excited as it’s kind of a big deal. Apparently she is the patron saint of bull fighters and her statue is paraded around the city on her feast day. The story is a Lutheran threw a bottle of wine at that statue during one of the parades and it stained her cheeks red. Apparently the stain could not be removed no matter what they tried and her face is stained to this day. The man who threw the bottle of wine apparently carried the Virgin through the streets the following year as penitence for what he did the year prior. With anticipation I walk up to the gate to see its closed 😔 The church opens at 12 and 6 during the week and it’s currently 2:00. Oh well, at least I got to see the outside of it. I start out a main road and just walk. Not sure where I’m going or where this street will lead. I do have a paper map of streets on me so I can somewhat have my whereabouts but this is just going to be an adventure. I pass many churches, all closed unfortunately, but I do enjoy just looking at the outside’s beauty and imagining the inside must be even more beautiful inside. I take time to sit and enjoy little plazas with fountains to soak in the people and areas of Seville. There is no rush…it’s just me. It’s hot but I don’t mind it at all. I contemplated many a time stopping at a little cafe and having a drink or some tea but every time I think about it I think that maybe there will just be another one further down the way. I finally arrive at the Setas. This is a huge metal sculpture in the middle of a plaza that our renter told us at night they will put on a light show that is cool to see. Well it’s about 4:00 so won’t be seeing that but it’s cool that I’m able to see it in person and walk around.

I stop to take a minute to catch my breath and that is when on my map I notice four roman pilars. Apparently part of some Roman ruins…it’s not an Ithaca but at least I get to see something 🤷🏻‍♀️ Onward I go!

I then see on the map there is a huge tower nearby. Not quite sure why it’s special but it’s big enough on the map to make it look like a big deal so I’m on my way. It’s actually way closer than I thought and as soon as I turn a corner there it is.

Apparently you used to be able to go up the tower to the lookout point but it looks like it’s closed now. I take the obligatory picture and continue on my way. The cool thing is, without even trying to, I made a complete circle and am back on the street that has our house on it. Me for the Win!

Once back home, and someone eventually lets me in😒 I am soaking from sweat and totally gross. Time to hop into the jacuzzi. I pop in my podcast and just soak away, resting so quietly not even realizing my husband taking a pic of me with my mouth open dead to the world. I guess I may have slept for a bit 🤭

3 pops her head out and asks me if I’m hungry…this is a subtle way of saying “hey the rest of us are hungry but we realize you’re resting so don’t want to come right out and say it but in the end you really know what we are trying to do here…so can we go eat?” No worries I’m rested and ready for the next leg of eating extravaganza. As we walk to the restaurant GB picked out I see that the basilica of Our Lady of the Macarena is open!!!! I ask if I can pop in while they go check out the menu. It’s absolutely beautiful inside and there is a wedding going on during mass. So cool!!!! I say some prayers, see the beautiful couple getting married and then sneak out as other visitors did. Although I also saw many of the wedding goers also sneaking out and hanging out at the bars that surround the church 🤨 2 of them had the same pink/magenta dress…did the bridesmaids even sneak out 🫢 Anyway, the place GB picked was a no go so we keep walking around. We stop at this little bar to get snacks that were called “pollo Kentucky.” I don’t think you need to speak Spanish to know what that means…GB and the kids were stopping! As they snack on “pollo Kentucky” I find a restaurant that’s a hike but totally doable. As we start walking, we pass by our Ojalá place and definitely agree we will be stopping back here for the ice cream. We continue walking on and 2 spots a pizza place that looks so good. Well, pizza won and we end up mixing the restaurant and settle for pizza. It was perfect. We ended up playing our CLR game while we waited for the pizza and then enjoyed the biggest slices of pizza I have ever seen. The funny thing was I asked for a fork and knife and they just smiled and said we don’t have that here. So we made it work with our hands and had fun doing it.

We then made our walk back to Ojalá to cap off the night with ice cream and then walked home. The day was definitely not we had planned but it really worked out for the best for everyone. Another early morning tomorrow to catch the train to Valencia means packing up, doing laundry and making sure we are rested for the next half of our trip. Long train ride tomorrow means a day to chill and recharge so that we are ready to take on Valencia!

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ireceived-p8250000 · 8 months ago

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December 29, 2013- January 4, 2014

Sunday

We set off early in the morning, embarking on a journey that proved to be truly healing, allowing me to momentarily forget my own shortcomings.

I asked if he could stay over at my house tonight, and he graciously agreed. After showering at home, we arrived back at my place by three in the afternoon. We treated ourselves to a delicious Samgyeopsal dinner at the Pearl restaurant, savoring the exquisite meat.

"You're not tired of me yet?" I teased.

He shook his head. "Never."

His mom called, inquiring when he would return home. He assured her he would stay at my place first, and she even requested that I join them. I swore to myself, conflicted by my feelings. My parents were due back soon, so I might not be able to go.

Later, we watched "Blue is the Warmest Color." We laughed at the girl-to-girl scenes and even made a pact not to react, though we eventually gave in and fast-forwarded through them. Before drifting off to sleep, we shared stories and exchanged thoughts.

Monday

Sir Apollo had been messaging me frequently on my other number via Nokia. Mansoor and I went into town, and I stocked up on groceries for my family.

Just in time, my parents arrived that night. We were visited by my sisters, Jean and Juaning, who shared the sad news of their in-laws' passing.

Tuesday

It was New Year's Eve, and my parents traveled to Trinidad for a wake. I bought a flat-screen television and a phone for Ran, using my salary of P32,000 plus a P4,000 bonus, totaling more than P80,000 in earnings.

We gathered around the new television to celebrate the New Year. Dad was thrilled with the setup.

Wednesday

Happy 2014! The day was gloomy, so I spent it watching "2 Broke Girls" and started diving into "Game of Thrones." My parents attended a burial ceremony.

Thursday

I decided to sell my iPad to fund a new one, so I listed it on a buy-and-sell market and Facebook. It sold quickly to a guy for P12,000.

I made a deposit and then went to the gadget store to purchase the latest iPad. I also bought a graphic tablet.

Sir Apollo wanted to meet up with me. My heart raced with anticipation. We met at Cafe Will, a restaurant bar, but couldn't stay long due to his prior commitments. However, we shared an intense make-out session in his car. The sensation of his facial hair against my skin heightened the moment.

He sucked my neck and licked my ears. He seemed to have no control of his lust.

He tried to touch my breasts. I giggled telling him to stop. I know that since he's an older man, he is experienced in sex and would expect me to give in.

"Ang bango mo," he licked my neck which tickled me.

"Is this all we are doing?" I asked.

"Well we can't be seen anywhere. We are still teacher and student."

He's still on top of me. He placed my hair behind my ear.

"Ganito, next week, enrollment--let's go somewhere, okay?"

That's a ba idea.

"Are you married?"

I asked out of the blue.

"Tinanong mo na yan diba? Would I be here if I was married."

"Many people do."

I knew I needed to tell him about my other relationship, but I didn't know how. But then he dropped me off to somewhere because I didn't want him to know my exact address.

Friday

Hollmae and I discussed attending a UDD concert, which cost P250 per ticket. She couldn't afford it, so I offered to pay for both of us. Mansoor wasn't keen on concerts. We also secured tickets for the Concoctions bar on January 25.

Tina visited today, but we didn't have a chance to talk. Roxanne was also home.

Saturday

At home, I spent the day reading Edith Hamilton's "Greek Mythology" and enjoying new subscriptions to Esquire magazine.

I found myself intrigued by a certain Erwin R-.

I binge-watched series throughout the day and contemplated learning Spanish or Japanese. I researched online schools but realized I needed to enroll for the last trimester to access my actual schedule.

There was so much I wanted to learn and explore.

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anthonybialy · 10 months ago

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Consistency’s Downside with Playoff Outcast Buffalo Sabres

Remember the eclipse? That celestial ballet from way back last week featured an exhilarating example of getting in the way. Obstacles aren’t as satisfying for a team that never overcomes them. Unlike the Moon blocking the Sun, darkness around the Buffalo Sabres remains. A few stunning minutes of visible corona was more than the roster offered during yet another dang bleak campaign.

If the Sabres hated their fans, nothing would change. The fact they’re presumably trying hard to finish in the top half makes cheering in Hell even more agonizing. The ice keeps melting. If Sabres fans on an alternate DC Comics Earth are coping with active contempt from a diabolical owner, the resulting sense on this version of our planet is identical. Fan Appreciation Night gets funnier every year. I don’t appreciate them.

Extending their own unprecedented mark surely must be an accomplishment. We should feel elated when our beloved club doing something no other has ever done. They don’t keep bad records, right?

A high quantity of an item may or may not be desirable. I wish there were some way to make life less ambivalent. Paula’s sometimes sells a baker’s dozen of the universe’s best donuts for the price of a regular one. See: that’s a welcome 13. By contrast, missing the playoffs that many times in a row may not quite be lucky.

A league set up so half the teams move on features one consistent outcast. This seems like a good time to point out the Sabres seized the right to keep playing during their third ever season.

This failed enterprise violates the first rule of business, namely the need for spending money in order to make it. Trying to run a team on the cheap leads to false economy. Dedicated potential buyers are ready to drop a fortune on the right to sit and watch for a few hours. All ownership has to do is invest enough to make a competitive product. Only hiring staffers who accept coupons is ultimately not a good value. Customers stop buying the product in case Sabres executives still don’t grasp why shortsighted saving fails to pay off.

For a multibillionaire, Terry Pegula is one lousy entrepreneur. Making taxpayers fund his football venue is as close as he gets to shrewd maneuvering, and forcing New Yorkers to invest makes him a shameless welfare deadbeat. Keep working to afford a personal seat license that costs more than a Mini Cooper for the right to pay for the seat itself.

Stealing joy is not a crime, which is why Pegula has avoided probation. He’d make taxpayers post bail. It should be exciting to head to a game yet hasn’t been since around the introduction of the iPad. Forced thrills define a relationship that used to create happiness in the MySpace era. Vague memories of enjoyment are the sole reason to administer a dose of voyeuristic masochism. The fact there are any season ticket holders left is a testament to unabashed loyalty paired with unsubstantiated hope.

Is the Sabres Store still open? I want to get a Donny Meatballs shirt before they sell out. I was a Granato hipster who thought he’d fail from the start. Realistic fans could wish for promising results while suspecting they were never pending. The difference between wanting something to happen and knowing it won’t sums up the team.

There’s no rule against letting an intern change lines. The Sabres have come close to proving such. The innovative franchise’s solution to ending playoff banishment was hiring a first-time NHL head coach whose specialty is developing players who aren’t old enough to buy lottery tickets. If that sounds ridiculous, wait until you hear about the NHL general manager whose last gig was running a hockey school.

Granato is gone from a job he never should’ve held. A firing will have to count as progress. There’s still a looming sense of dread despite taking an important step. In Return of the Jedi, the Rebel Alliance celebrates blowing up the Death Star even though the entire Empire fleet remains. The Sabres are similar, only still surrounded by ineptness.

Obvious ideas may be the best ones. Kevyn Adams wants a coach with experience, unlike him. I suppose he’s right in the same sense forwards should be able to score and goalies ought to stop pucks. I don’t know why the idea of a worker who’s proven he can do the job is only occurring to him now. The evaluations should continue, including of the evaluator. Ask Adams how much time he spends on TPS reports.

Cause and effect combine to be mean. Losses count for a trifling reason like not playing particularly inspirationally. Why should a team never get to compete for a trophy just because others accumulate more points? The elitist system seems arbitrary.

Similarly, you hurt the dear feelings of humans presently connected to the Sabres when you notice when the cool kids stopped inviting them to postseason parties. A franchise that at least featured bouts of semi-success under previous owners turned into an insurance write-off as soon as Pegula got to guide it. He has the worst luck.

So, this is the result of the plan to end the worst playoff outcast streak in league history. You’d think those responsible might feel a bit more desperation. But there’s apparently no reason to panic because they’ve played around a thousand embarrassing games. Kyle Okposo got a special night for that very reason.

Sports teach how intentions mean nothing without actions. Useful lessons aren’t always fun. Ask the owner if he wants to win and he would say yes. A lie detector that worked would back him up. But intentions don’t lead to a Sweet 16 appearance. Ralph Wilson would’ve also claimed he was committed to victories as he tried to pay players with change.

Every conversation about the Sabres revolves around the fact that no other NHL team has ever failed like this. Virtually all lamentations are justified. They truly have been as bad as claimed on social media for this long. Singular woe is the reward for fans who decline repeated dares to quit.

Rotten culture starts at the top. That means ownership, since Terry seems confused. Trading everyone should compete with firing everyone. But personnel transactions won’t necessarily fix a toxic work environment. Nothing changes, by which I mean the boss.

We won’t wake up until those in charge do. The dream of an organization steered by a rich fan with the desire to win has become an endless nightmare. You know a team’s pathetic when missing the playoffs yet again may be the best-case scenario instead of pretending everything’s swell following a first-round exit. One more freaking failed season may finally force a team that needs an intervention to acknowledge hitting rock bottom.

But simple improvements like hiring experienced hockey people then letting them work without interference remain elusive. The drought was unacceptable a decade ago, yet we’re sold the same paltry crops. The owner won’t fire himself.

#Buffalo Sabres #NHL #hockey #Terry Pegula #playoffs

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0daytrick0 · 11 months ago

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Starting University...

As of next Monday, I finally start my bachelor of psychological science (again...). After nearly going homeless last year from moving to study, I opted to Instead not give up and complete the undergraduate degree online.

In terms of how I feel I don't really feel anything. I know it's going to be a difference but I won't actually be able to study anything untill next weekend due to work. It's my last week until my contract ends and the last week before the person I'm covering for comes back. I chose to just push on through so that I can end my contact on good terms so they can reinstate me for something good.

They definitely want to keep me, it's just a matter of finding where to put me. Especially since everything (university wise) is on Mondays and Tuesdays, I'm only available from Wednesday to Friday.

I do enjoy working at the hospital and wish to continue doing so. Especially if it helps me get my foot in the door for placement with psychology.

In terms of how ready I am, I have already gotten more ink for my printer, special paper with binders to print my own notebooks (so I can write on my iPad), received my (very expensive) textbooks, bought new pens and a diary, cleaned my PC as well as ordered new parts for it. Overall, I feel I have everything I would ever need to study effectively next week. All I have left to do is to complete the academic integrity modules as well as read any Introduction courses.

I am worried about missing the first official week of uni in terms of reputation. Im worried by missing the first week without saying anything could indeed make me look bad to my teachers. But it's out of my control and it's only one week I'm missing.

I have already gotten on top of all of my cleaning and washing leading me to have no excuses to not study next week. I am worried Im going to be very tired as I'm going to try and get on top of as much as possible at work leading the person I'm covering for not to be thrown in the deep end after her 6 week holiday. If it was a stranger I wouldn't care, but I spent a few weeks with this individual and she was very respectful and very caring. She taught me the ropes in ways that worked for me and never got frustrated with me. I want to go above and beyond for her because of that. And she doesn't deserve to walk into a bucket load of work after being away for so long. She's going to have to teach herself the ropes again.

I'm hoping to go see her Monday morning (after my lecture) the week she's back. Just to pop in and say hello. Answer any questions she has ect.

This is honestly the first job that I have felt genuinely cared for. I recently got really sick and had to be hospitalized, so I missed alot of work. When I returned, to see all the people with genuine concern. To express that happiness upon my return. To offer to help with anything I need. To check my obs whilst I'm on the job. Everyone is just so thoughtful and caring on the surgical ward and it's honestly so heartwarming. To then see everyone be bummed out knowing I leave them very shortly. That i probably won't be back for a while to work with them all. It's honestly makes me a little sad tbh. I have never worked in and industry where people stand by you. Where the staff remain the same. Where people look out for each other and put their own needs above their own. It has honestly been a beautiful thing and I will miss it.

#university #life update #blog #psychology

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gloryofroses19 · 3 years ago

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FaceTime Follies

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

If being in the Navy had taught Lieutenant Bradley Bradhsaw anything, it’s that waking up early is a pain. Despite a full 8 hours of sleep, because what else is he supposed to do stuck on a naval ship in the middle of the Pacific, Bradley nursed a warm cup of coffee as he prepared.

Grabbing his watch from his nightstand, Bradley moved himself in front of the small, mounted mirror. With motoric precision, Bradley ran a handful of pomade through his hair and the remnants over his mustache. With the final adjustment to the well-worn white t-shirt that adorned his body, he unlocked his phone and hit the contact titled “Chicken ❤️”.

Rooster smiled to himself as he waited for her to pick up, recalling the fateful date that had him changing her contact to match his callsign. But his reminiscing was cut short as her image filled his iPhone screen.

“Well hello sailor!”

Chucking to himself, Bradley moved to correct her. “Dalin’, I’m a pilot.”

“In the Navy!” [y/n] responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “Also ‘well hello pilot’, just doesn’t have as nice of a ring to it.”

“True but it is more accurate.” Pausing to enjoy the giggle that followed, Rooster continued. “Anyway, good morning pretty girl, how was your day?” And Bradley Bradshaw meant every word of the term of endearment. Despite the late night hour in San Diego, she looked as beautiful as ever freshly showered with wet hair and outfitted in a gray hoodie.

“Oh so it’s morning where you are…” Moving out of frame for a fraction of a second, Rooster was met with the sight of his girlfriend returning with her iPad. “If you'd just excuse me while I look up places in the Pacific where it’s currently 4:14AM.”

“How do you know it’s 4:14AM?”

[y/n] often joked to her friends that despite his callsign, Rooster reminded her of a golden retriever. Especially now with his head tilted to the side in confusion. “The clock behind you, Bradshaw.”

“Hey Sherlock, cool it or I’m going to lose my phone privileges when you figure out classified information.”

“You’re right, ending up in jail on espionage charges does sound terrible doesn’t it?”

“Who cares about the espionage charges? The bigger problem would be the week and half we’d not be able to talk to each other!”

If dating a Top Gun aviator taught her anything, it was to accept the small miracles that happen everyday. Like for example, her boyfriend looking ruggedly handsome and healthy despite the poor lighting and spotty internet connection. [y/n] bit her lip as she watched him adjust his t-shirt across his broad chest and wished so desperately that she was cuddled up against him.

“I had a dream last night and it got me thinking, did I leave my light blue Hawaiian shirt at your place?”

“You’ve got a bunch that could be described like that, Rooster. I'm going to need some more specifics.”

“So bossy…” Rooster joked knowing that if they’d have been together, she would have poked him. “The light blue with little scenes of a guy surfing and palm trees. Oh, and there’s turtles!”

“Oh, that one! Yes, you did. It’s sitting freshly cleaned and ironed in my closet awaiting your return.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“Of course, but I have to ask. Do you normally dream about your wardrobe? Don’t get me wrong, kudos for rocking the Hawaiian shirts before they came back in style but you’ve been gone for two weeks so dreaming about it seems like a serious commitment.”

“Ha ha very fun.” He grinned at her, before shyly moving his gaze off screen. “It belonged to my dad, it actually was the last shirt he wore before his final flight.”

Being with Bradley had taught [y/n] when to push for more information and when to accept what is being given to her. “Oh, well like I said it’s waiting for you.”

“I’m in no rush, I know it’s in good hands.” Bradley paused, looking at her through the screen and wishing that his career didn’t take him away from the person he loved most in this world. When he lost his parents and Maverick betrayed him, Rooster thought he could never trust, let alone love someone wholeheartedly. The heartbreak was too much for him…or so he thought until he met [y/n].

A knock on his door followed by a low murmur of conversation drew Rooster’s attention and body away from the phone. [y/n] accepted the gift being given to her and shamelessly observed her boyfriend’s profile. However, the wording on Bradley’s shirt caught her attention.

“Sorry baby, we got 5 minutes left. I should have called earlier.” Returning to his phone, Bradley did not miss the Chesire grin that his girlfriend was sporting.

“It’s okay, you should get as much sleep as you can.” With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Rooster excitedly braced for whatever was to come. “But I do have a question of my own. Nice university shirt, remind me when exactly did you attend?”

“I’m sorry but where’s the question?” Rooster asked in an attempt to stall for time. He never intended to take [y/n]’s old, oversized college t-shirt. He just had seen it sitting atop her pile of clean laundry and thought of the night she first told him she loved him while wearing it as they sat on his apartment floor looking at pictures of his parents at 12AM.

“The question is that you're a thief Bradley Bradhsaw! I wonder how the Navy would feel knowing that one of their star pilots is a robber!” But the effectiveness of her statement decreased as her phone began to tumble. Bradley began to laugh as he heard her curse and scramble to catch her phone. Her rush, however, allowed Rooster to catch sight of the words adorning her sweatshirt. “Oh and when exactly did you attend Top Gun Academy [full name]?”

With an exaggerated gasp, [y/n] threw her hands over the front of his sweatshirt before joining Bradley in laughing. “God, we’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love, baby girl.” Bradley corrected her. He knew he idolized his parents' relationship despite his limited memory of them together. He also knew that memory was fickle and biased. But he had never heard anyone deny that Goose Bradshaw loved his wife with every ounce of his being. How Goose felt like the luckiest man in the world to be able to have his wife by his side who loved him. And the way Bradley Bradshaw felt when [full name] looked at him, even through a phone, struck him that maybe all his memories and people’s stories about his parents were right.

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way.” [y/n] confirmed. As if on cue, Rooster’s alarm sounded informing the pair that their time was up.

“I love you, be safe.”

“I’ll try my best, ma’am. I love you.”

A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading! As always, I'd love any feedback!

#bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader #rooster x reader

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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

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touch me

spencer reid x reader

Summary: Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

warnings: mentions of cases, insecurity issues, female reader, smut, blowjobs, riding, praise, emotional hurt/comfort. emotional sex, strangers to lovers, hook-ups,

word count: 5.8k

They had been in New Mexico for almost a week, solving a series of murders that seemed to have no end in sight. There was nothing they could do but go back to their hotels to sleep, hoping there’d be a connection in the morning.

Spencer and JJ were sharing a room as the small town hotel didn’t have accommodations for everyone that was visiting to help with the case. They didn’t mind, it was like a long sleep-over.

They did their own thing, kept their space and Spencer really did enjoy overhearing her on FaceTime with her kids. It was refreshing happiness in the middle of the madness murder sadness and despair they were swallowed by.

When his phone rang at 6 am, just shortly after he returned to his room for a quick rest, he sighed deeply, “Dr. Reid.”

“I’m so sorry to do this to you, but another body dropped and I need you to go to the ME,” Prentiss explained softly down the line. “It’s weirder than the other’s and you’re the only person who would be able to work it out with the examiner.”

“I’m on it,” he replied with a tightlipped smile. He hung up and looked over at JJ, already peacefully asleep on her bed. He closed the door softly on his way out, not wanting to disturb her any further.

At the other end of the hallway, Spencer stood and waited for the elevator. It seemed to be taking forever, everything he was doing lately dragged on and on with no end in sight. He was exhausted, still struggling with his PTSS, just all around not having the best time.

He was in the middle of rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when the elevator opened with an equally tired woman waiting inside. “Hi,” she said before covering her mouth to yawn, “sorry.”

“I get it,” he smiled as he stepped inside. “Lobby?”

“Yes please,” she smiled. “Are you here for the case too?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered softly, “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, with the FBI.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, the medical examiner,” her face lit right up. “Agent Prentiss said you’d be joining me I just didn’t think this quickly.”

She was adorable, bubbly and happy in a way he envied. He missed the feeling of random giddiness, smiling at her as he felt the butterflies swirl in his stomach. “Do you need a ride? I have an SUV from the bureau.”

“Yeah,” her smiled got bigger. “That would be really nice.”

They walked closely together through the lobby and towards the parking structure, he hit the unlock button a few times while trying to figure out which SUV his keys matched to. Finally getting in and watching her climb in the passenger seat.

“Do you know anything yet about the body?” Spencer asked as he turned on the ignition.

“Yeah hold on,” she pulled her iPad out of her bag and started sliding through emails.

“Your tech girl sent me the initial police reports, witness statements and overview,” she began to explain. “Like the others, she’s a 25-year-old female, blond, blue-eyed, athletic.”

“Prentiss said it was a weird one?” Spencer added.

“They think she was embalmed before the unsub staged her,” Y/N added with a tone of disgust on her voice. “Do you have your tech girl’s number?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Spencer dug his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

“Penelope Garcia, the 8th wonder of the world at your service,” she answered after just one ring. “How are you doing on this fine morning, my fine furry friend?”

“Not so hot,” Spencer replied. “I’m with the ME right now on the way to the body, she has a question for you.”

“Oh hello, ask away.”

Y/N was smiling on the front seat, enjoying the show they put on for her. “Um, hi I was wondering if you could look into anyone in this town buying embalming equipment, or if any has been stolen from the funeral home? This town is so under-resourced already, I don’t know where this guy could get this stuff.”

“Absolutely, I’ll add that to my parameters,” Garcia’s voice was lovely and soft. “I’ll call you back if I find anything!”

“She’s lovely,” Y/N exclaimed as Spencer place his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, she is.”

Spencer pulled into the morgue’s parking lot, the lights were all on and the Coroners van was parked by the loading doors. Inside there was just 1 officer, waiting beside a body bag as Spencer and Y/N walked in.

The officer gave them both a quick rundown of the crime scene findings, as well as information about where all the equipment was before leaving them to their work.

“Have you ever examined a body?” Y/N asked Spencer.

He nodded, “I’ve been present during a few, held some organs, but I’ve never done one myself.”

“They’re pretty gnarly,” She scrunched her face and giggled. “Let’s get you all geared up.”

She handed him a hairnet, a white plastic suit, goggles and a mask. “Gloves are on the wall, pick your size.”

He felt like a lunch lady standing beside her, taller than her by almost a foot, dressed in all white with a hairnet. He could tell she was smiling at him under her mask, her eyes gleamed up at him in a way that made his heart melt.

He had to remind himself multiple times that this was nowhere close to the time appropriate to want to flirt with someone. They were about to examine a dead body, and potentially solve a case. There would be time to flirt later.

But he was just so amazed by how she worked, being able to tell everything that was going on by just looking at the body. Making notes on her own and only occasionally explaining things to Spencer. In her own little world, solving the puzzle with expertise.

“The other 4 vics were just strangled and staged, dressed up and left in different areas around town,” she ran the case down more for herself, needing to hear the words to make a connection.

“Yes,” Spencer followed her train of thought, tilting his head as he listened.

“She was murdered, embalmed, staged and sexually assaulted. His MO is completely different and it’s only been 2 days since the last body dropped. I think he’s found his signature,” She explained her thoughts. “His sexual aspect comes out only when they’re dead and cold, we’re dealing with a necrophile.”

“While most serial killers start with small animals before moving on to humans, he started with women and then eventually grew to what he really wanted. That’s what we were missing,” Spencer’s eyes lit up.

“He’s a lot younger than you hypothesized in the original profile,” She added.

“You read it?”

She nodded, “yeah I like to know what you’re looking at to see if I have answers.”

“This is really going to help us,” Spencer smiled, his eyes mimicking hers now.

“I can finish up here if you want to go back to your team? I can get a cab,” She offered. “Go catch this guy.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, backing up from the table and taking his equipment off. Placing them in the hazmat garbage. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Dr. Reid, I’ll be fine,” She laughed. “Can I call you if anything comes up?”

He smiled again, “call me even if something doesn’t.” He dug a contact card out of his pocket and placed it on top of her purse. Waving as he walked out of the room.

—

He thought about her smile for the rest of the afternoon, leaving his findings with Prentiss before heading back to his room to sleep for a few hours.

He finally found his way back into the police department 5 hours later, coffee in hand as he tried to absorb all the new information. They had a lead, stolen embalming equipment from a funeral home a few towns over was reported 4 days ago.

He stayed back during the apprehension of the suspect. Simmons, Lewis and Rossi were closer and they didn’t think the unsub would be dangerous. No one was missing and he wasn’t expecting them, should be easy to get him to come in for some questions.

Much like the rest of this case, it didn’t go to plan. They found another woman in his home, having to shoot him in the process. Ending the spree, ridding the world of a necrophile. It just didn’t feel like justice was served when another person had to die.

Spencer sat on his bed, calming down slightly from the end of the case. Saving a woman, killing a murderer, it was all a lot to process in such a short time.

JJ was in her bed on the other side of the room, scrolling through Facebook as she looked at photos of her kids. It was a much easier way for her to calm down, remembering that she could go home to pure, unadulterated happiness at the end of a case.

They heard a small knock on the door, Spencer volunteered to answer, opening it only a small amount as he looked out.

“Oh, hi,” surprised to see Y/N behind the door.

“Would you like to come and drink with me?” She asked, holding up a bottle in her hand. “In my room,” she added.

“Yeah, yes um, hold on,” he closed the door on her softly.

“Who’s that?” JJ smirked at him.

“My friend,” he replied quickly, running to the bathroom to look at his hair and fix his shirt. “I’ll be back later.”

He grabbed his wallet, making sure he had a condom first, before opening the door only a small amount to slip out into the hall. Hiding Y/N from JJ as she tried to look out the door.

“Sorry, my co-worker and I are sharing,” he explained.

“It’s okay,” she smiled, heading towards the stairs. “I’m just a floor up, and the elevator takes a million years.”

Spencer held the door for her, watching her head up the stairs as he noticed the bottle in one of her hands and her shoes in the other. She walked up the steps in her socks, exhausted from the day.

“Did you get any sleep?” She asked him softly as she kept climbing the steps.

“A few hours, did you?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I woke up just before they called about the body this morning.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just go to bed? You’ve been working for 12 hours,” Spencer worried for her.

She reached the door for floor 3, pulling it open with the hand she held her shoes in, “Sleep is the for weak.”

He laughed lightly, “do you want me to hold anything?”

“Here,” she handed him the bottle, “thanks.”

She dug the keycard from her pocket as he followed her towards the right door. Excitement bubbled in his chest as she opened the door and welcomed him inside.

It was exactly like his room downstairs, only there was just 1 queen bed and a few couches by the window. She set her things down on the bed, sighing deeply as she sat on the edge.

“Do you have any cups or mugs?” Spencer asked, reminding her that he was holding the alcohol still.

“Yeah, on the bar table over there,” she pointed. “I’m just going to change in the bathroom quickly, you can pour yourself a drink.”

“Okay,” he smiled awkwardly as he crossed the room.

She dug through her suitcase quickly. Spencer saw from the corner of his eye as she took out some shorts and a shirt, not even slightly worried about being so casual in front of a complete stranger.

He inspected the bottle, it was just a cheap scotch, nothing too special. He poured about an inch of the golden liquid into two cups, not a big fan of drinking but tonight he felt a little risky.

She came back looking more refreshed, very cozy, and still breathtakingly beautiful. He hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time, the tightening in his chest as he wondered where the night was going to go.

Not to mention the longing he felt.

Even before prison, he wasn’t one to spend a lot of nights alone with a beautiful stranger. The added isolation in his life changed him on a fundamental level, he realized just how much he craved contact, and just how much he’s deprived himself over the years from both men and women. He just wanted to be loved properly.

He silently handed her one of the cups, smiling at each other softly as they tapped cups. Taking the whole drink, “oh, yep that was exactly what I needed.” Y/N’s eyes watered as her face scrunched up, coughing a bit.

Spencer felt the same, only being able to hide it a bit better. The burn was nice on his throat, it made him feel alive. “Did you want to order some food or anything or?”

She laughed, “that would be the smart and responsible thing to do.”

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

She looked up at him, her shoulders dropping as she released the tension in her body. Looking into his eyes with care, it was so different from the way his co-workers looked at him. She didn’t think he was broken, she had to reason to believe he was even damaged.

“Yeah,” she smiled, placing her hand on his chest as she stepped in closer to him. “Do you like mushrooms on pizza?” She giggled, even this close to him with every opportunity to kiss him, she chose to just make him smile. Something that didn’t happen too often lately.

“I do, it’s my favourite topping actually.”

She took his tie in her hands and dragged him to the couch, “I enjoy topping sometimes too.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at him, waiting for him to sit beside her. Patting the cushion beside herself while he swallowed sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making her smirk.

“I won’t bite Spencer,” she laughed finally. “I’m sorry if that was too much?”

“No,” he said, sitting down beside her quickly. “No, it’s fine honestly, I’m just not used to it.”

“Too busy with the FBI to find anyone to hit on you?”

He shook his head softly, pushing his hair out of his face. “I uh, I was framed for murder and in prison for 3 months. I haven’t really had a conversation with anyone I don’t work with in a while.”

“Oh,” she didn’t look surprised or scared. “That makes sense.”

“What does?”

“You’re soft,” she leaned in to press her hand against his chest once more, eye level with him now. Seeing his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes every few seconds as he licked his lips. “You don’t look like you want to hurt anyone, but something about your aura is changing. You know how to protect yourself now, and you’re stuck thinking you’re still in danger.”

“How can you tell all that just from looking at me?” He asked softly.

“If I showed up at any other man’s door with a bottle of alcohol and the offer of a night alone, I would have been pushed against that door the second we got here,” she explained. “You respect me, almost a little too much.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His face was soft and curious and proving her point.

“You see me as a person, but I can tell you’re touch starved. Every time I get close to you, it’s like you don’t want me to move away,” her voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in even closer to him.

She could feel his breath on her face, her nose was close enough to brush against his as she stared at his lips, “but you won’t make the first move. You want to protect me from you.”

He nodded his head lightly before rubbing the tip of his nose against hers and making her smile. He let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as she straddled his lap, leaning him back against the couch. He bit the bullet and let his hands rest on her hips, looking at her softly in the hopes it was okay.

“Tell me?” She begged, holding his tie in her hands, running it through her fingers as she waited. “What do you want? What you miss? Let me be that for you,” she begged.

“Anything,” he finally tells her. “Just touch me.”

She loosened his tie, freeing his neck finally. She slowly undoes every single button on his shirt, untucking the hem from his pants as she opens it up.

Her fingers are warm on his skin, but he still gasps at the touch. Her fingers were so soft, like angel kisses as the pads of her fingers traced the skin. Gliding over every freckle, raking through his chest hair, bumping along the barely-there abs.

His thumbs rubbed against her bare thighs, where he held her lightly. “You can touch me too,” she whispered.

His hands travelled up to her waist, he gently pulled her in closer. No longer resting on his legs, but pressed close to his chest. Her hands landed on his shoulders, looking down at him with nothing but pure lust as her breathing hitched.

She cupped his face, gliding her thumbs along his cheeks softly as she stared at his lips. He opened his mouth to breathe, his bottom lip was plump and beautiful and she couldn’t help herself from rubbing her thumb over it.

He kissed her thumbprint before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it softly making her hips buck into his lightly. The suction on her thumb was more erotic than she expected, the feel of his hot mouth, his wet tongue swirling around it before he let her go with a pop.

She accidentally let out a moan that excited him, “like that?”

She immediately felt her heartbeat in her clit, she nodded feverishly. Suddenly at a loss for words, wondering where this Spencer suddenly came from.

“How far are we taking this?” He asked softly. “We can stop and order that pizza at any time?”

There he was, the soft and sweet man that she brought here in the first place. “Pizza is even better after sex,” she couldn’t stop the giggle from erupting from her, even as she bit her lip.

He smiled at her like she was the world. A complete stranger making him feel more than anyone had in the last year. “I’m going to need longer than it takes to deliver a pizza,” he admitted.

“Luckily they’re open late,” she compromised, leaning in and finally kissing him.

It was soft at first, then he pulled her in even closer. She was chest to chest with him as he breathed her in deeply. She melted into his grasp as if he had just stolen her soul right out of her body.

She was his now.

She kept his face in her hands, holding him as he broke the kiss to explore her jaw. Kissing every inch of her neck and chest as she gripped his hair, making him moan as she used her nails to comb through the long locks.

“Does that feel nice?” She cooed, running her nails along his scalp as he tilted his head back.

“My favourite thing,” he explained as he closed his eyes, letting her repeat the same motion again and again.

He looked so peaceful, running his hands over her back and sides softly as she massaged him. She leaned in and kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids and his forehead.

He wanted her to touch him everywhere, her delicate touch made him feel worthy for once. Every self-hatred of his washed from his body as she explored him with care, care only one would receive if they were a most prized possession.

He felt loved.

It was overwhelming, he didn’t realize a tear had slipped down his cheek until she was wiping it from his skin. Shushing him softly before kissing him quickly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, what’s on your mind beautiful?” She asked softly as she brushed through his hair once more.

“I just,” he looked in her eyes ever so innocently. “I’m not used to feeling cared for, no one pays attention to me this way.”

“That’s shameful,” she looked utterly perplexed. “Look at you? You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re powerful. You’re kind and lovely and soft?”

“But I’m also weird and too much to handle,” he interjected.

“Not to me,” she corrected him. “this morning you could have said nothing in the elevator, you could have driven by yourself and awkwardly waited till I was finished my work. But you didn’t, you had a conversation with me, you helped me many times, you cared about me making it back here safely and you didn’t even know me. You’re a special kind of person Doctor Reid, and anyone who doesn’t see it is an idiot.”

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile and furrowed his brow, “do you ever give out parts of yourself to everyone because you know how hard it is to feel appreciated?”

“All the time,” she laughed softly. “But not now.”

“Me either,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I’ll make you a deal, you tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done and I’ll tell you mine,” she offered. “Even the playing field.”

“How so?”

“Right now you think I’m super nice and kind right? And I just told you how I feel about you, but you hate yourself and outside of here I hate myself too. Share a secret, we can be fucked up together,” she smiled.

“In order to keep myself safe in prison, I poisoned a batch of heroin and almost killed a lot of people,” he responded without thinking.

“Okay,” she was a little shocked that he gave in so fast. “One time I stabbed a guy who tried to touch me after I pushed him off me twice already. He didn’t die, it barely even went in.”

“Both are technically self-defence,” he shrugged.

“See?” She smiled. “You’re not as bad and scary as you think you are. You’re smart and cunning.”

“Are you sure you’re not a therapist?” He teased her, “because this has been better for me than any therapy appointment I’ve ever gone to.”

She laughed again, kissing him softly. “I think it would be against the rules for your therapist to do this, I guess that’s why some men cheat.”

“How so?” He just liked listening to her speak.

“It’s easier to be open with someone you’ll never see again than it is with your therapist or wife because there are no consequences. They can’t judge you or hold anything against you, they do what you paid them for and they leave,” she explained herself.

“I’d like to see you again,” his voice barely a whisper. “If you’d like that?”

She nodded softly, “maybe I’ll move back to Virginia, finally.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Born and raised. I moved to Albuquerque with my girlfriend 5 years ago, and she left me about 2 years ago now,” Y/N explained. “I liked my job too much to move all the way back there and start over.”

“I can put in a good word for you where ever you want,” he offered before he could stop himself from looking too desperate.

“I’ll look into it,” she smiled.

He kissed the centre of her chest again before pulling her into a hug. Hearing her heart beating in her chest softly as she pressed her cheek to the top of his head and rubbed her hand over his back. Soothing him so completely, he felt beyond amazing.

And then she was gone, pulling back from him and standing up. “Wh-?” Before he could even ask, she was lifting her shirt off.

He stared at her breasts, eyes wide and jaw dropped. She walked over to the bar, taking another shot before she pushed her shorts down and climbed onto the bed. Completely naked in under a minute.

He stood then, pushing the opened shirt off his shoulders and immediately undoing his belt. He took a condom from his wallet before kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants and underwear to the floor and stepping out of them.

She was laying back against the pillows when he crawled over her, resting his naked body against hers ever so slightly. She just smirked as she looked up at him, “hi.”

“Hello,” he whispered.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You.”

He kissed her softly on the lips, or at least he planned to. Y/N wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down against her. Swiping her tongue across his bottom lip, begging to make out with him, finally.

Grabbing and tugging at each other as everything started to heat up, she could feel his erection against her leg as he ground down on her. Sucking on his tongue, lightly making him moan into her mouth.

His hair kept tickling her face, every time she’d push it away it would just fall right back against her skin. She pulled him off by his hair, gasping for air as they stared at each other again.

“Can I be on top?” She asked lightly.

He wrapped his arms under her, holding her close as he rolled over. Watching her settle more onto her knees as she sat on his hips. “Better?”

“Much,” she said as she sat up, taking a hairband off her wrist and putting her hair up. Raising her arms in a way that made her tits perk up. He reached up and cupped them, rubbing his thumb lightly across her nipples before giving them a squeeze.

She just laughed as she finished her ponytail, “having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled up at her.

His hands followed the curve of her body, from her boobs to her waist and down over her hips. She was stunning, confident, everything he ever wanted and more.

She found the condom in the sheets, the bright purple packaging making it easy to see. She played with it in her hands, seeing how long it would take before he got desperate, but he never did.

“How long have you had this?” She asked, trying to tease him.

“Not long,” he was honest. “I just got out of prison, remember?”

“So you haven’t had sex since before you went in?” She looked excited.

“No, why?”

She smiled, “so I’m taking your free man’s virginity.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing?”

“It is now,” she giggled before leaning down to kiss him once more.

Trailing kisses down his neck, stopping only to suck a mark near his Adam’s apple. Hearing the sweet little gasps he made every time her tongue came in contact with his skin. She kissed his clavicle, his shoulder and down his chest. Making her way across his abs and over his lower tummy.

He gripped the sheets, not knowing what she had planned or where she was going. Spreading his legs, she kissed his groin, his right hip bone and the inside of his thighs. He couldn’t believe it, the way she explored him so delicately.

She ignored his cock for a while, kissing and sucking at any and all the visible skin she could find. He felt her smile against his thigh then, getting closer and closer before she took his cock in her hand and kissed the base.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, settling into the bed like water filling a glass, he was liquid in her hands. Her mouth was a blessing and she chose him to worship.

“Fuck,” he moaned as she took all of him as far as she could. Dragging her tongue along the shaft as she pulled back up. Swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him all the way in once more.

She pulled off with a pop, sitting up now with his dick still in her hands. She tore the condom open with her teeth, taking the package off and rolling it over him.

His dick bounced back against his stomach when she let go of it, hard enough that it had a mind of its own now. She bit her lip as she lifted herself over him more, setting herself down softly where it laid against him.

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm.

He could feel how wet she was, the way she glided over him so easily. Her breath hitching every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself. It made him even more excited. She leaned back down then, kissing his neck once more as she continued to push down on him.

“I need you,” Spencer gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on it. He watched himself disappear inside of her, feeling the way she took him in like he was always meant to be there.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Spencer’s stomach as she tried to get used to it all. Listing herself up and down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Spencer pulled her back in again, arching her back so she could bounce easier. She held him close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck as she started to move faster and faster on him. Hearing his breathing pick up as his grip tightened on her asscheeks.

She kept one hand in his hair as her other hand reached for her clit, pleasuring herself slightly the way she knew she liked it. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered against his skin as she fucked him.

It had never felt like this before, it was so personal for the first time. They worked together perfectly, not having to communicate at all, following the other person’s rhythm like a well-oiled machine with a task.

He felt her everywhere. Her hands in his hair, her lips on his neck. The way her hot breath tickled right under his ear as she tried to catch her breath against him. The way she pulled off him and sucked him back in, again and again, her breasts against his chest and her ass in his hands.

He couldn’t believe it. That a real human being cared about and appreciated him, even after learning his worst secret. She was special and different and everything he needed.

He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to savour every moment with her that he could. His hands roamed her back, over her shoulders and arms. He wanted to touch every single inch of her while he had the chance.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his.

They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. Euphoria filling the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking violently over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees and driving into her a few more times before he finished.

She tugged on his hair then, biting his bottom lip as she felt him twitch inside of her. Letting out the smallest gasps and whimpers as she pulled her hand out from between them and pushed herself off him.

Dropping her body against his, resting her head on his chest as they caught their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug as he repeatedly kissed the top of her head. “Thank you,” he was still out of breath as he said it.

She smiled, laughing against his skin again as she hugged him back.

—

He woke up to the sun in his eyes and the feeling of lips against his skin. He blinked as gained consciousness, finding Y/N laying against his chest again. Her face in his heck where she was placing lazy kisses, trying to wake him up nicely.

“Good morning?” His voice was groggy and deep, it made her smile against his skin. A feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much during the night.

“What time is your flight back?”

“10:30, why?” He asked softly, rubbing his hand over her back softly.

She held him tighter, breathing him in deeply as she did so. Not wanting to let him go any time soon, “it’s 9:45.”

“Is it bad I’m hoping there’s a secret serial killer in Albuquerque?”

She laughed again, sitting up this time so she could look at him again. “Maybe I’ll come to visit my parents soon a find a reason to stay in Virginia?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Never wanting it to be the last one.

He waited till the last possible moment to finally peel himself out of her grasp, trying to find all his clothes and belongings from the night before

He kissed her quickly at the door before taking off down the steps and back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with JJ. He knocked on their door lightly, hoping to every god on earth she hadn’t left yet.

She opened the door and just stared at him with her mouth open, “oh my god?” She laughed.

“What?” He asked, completely oblivious to how he looked.

JJ dragged him inside, pulling him towards a mirror and pointing at his reflection. “What happened to you?”

His hair was a mess, he had hickeys all over his neck. His shirt was barely buttoned, definitely not untucked and he didn’t even have his shoes on. “oh.”

“Oh?” JJ couldn’t believe it. “Who is she?”

“Um, the ME from this case,” he explained, scratching the back of his head as he squinted.

JJ just laughed then, “hurry up and look somewhat presentable, pretty boy, the team is going to eat you alive for this.”

Sure enough, when he finally sat in his little corner of the plane with his glasses on and a hickey still visible above his collar, all eyes were on him. No one wanted to ask, they all just made it abundantly clear that they were curious.

Alvez even took a photo to send to Penelope, who sent it to Derek, who texted Reid only 20 minutes into the flight asking who she was. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. About to get really pissed when a second text came in.

555-0623: if you’re still serious about that recommendation, there is a spot available at the DC medical examiner’s office… I’d probably be closer to you than your therapist’s office 💋

He smiled then, saving her number and starting his letter.

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