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Of Love and Mud:❤50 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU!!!❤

Of Love and Mud

Pairing: Francisco "Frankie/Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Word Count: 8643 (this was supposed to be a short one shot WHAT HAPPENED)

Rating: M- Mature. 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I just noticed that I hit 53 followers the other day and I can’t describe how honored I feel that each of you follow me. Being so new to this fandom and SUPER new to writing, I fully expected no one to follow me. And now I have 53 of you! So to celebrate that and to thank you, I grabbed this one-shot idea from my WIP and present it to you as a humble offering. Thank you for following me!

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You’re hanging out at home, resting from a long week at work. You promise yourself that you won’t leave your home all weekend, having done grocery shopping after work the day before. You intend to spend it lounging around, snacking, napping, and binging crappy tv/movies. You’re doing just that, fluffy sock clad feet curled under you as you munch on some chips, laughing at the evil llama in the movie you’re watching, appropriately called Llamageddon. A knock on your door pulls you from your film and you pause it, getting off the couch and walking quietly to the front door. You look out the peephole and see someone you hadn’t seen in years. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Colombia? You open the door to see Santiago Garcia, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Did you get my text?”

“I haven’t seen you in at least 3 years and not even a hello?” You smirk at him and you move to hug each other. Friendship with Santi came easy, especially since you’ve saved each other’s lives multiple times during your time served together in Delta Force. You had missed him over the last 3 years. He went back to his mother’s home land to try and help “empower the people to police themselves”. You’d heard from him a handful of times, but you knew he had to be super busy and not necessarily in service range.

“Come in, Pope,” you step back to let him in and he crosses your threshold, taking a quick look around.

“Another exit out back through the kitchen. Only 1 bedroom and 1 bath,” you say to him as you close the door.

“You always could read my mind.”

“It’s because I think the same way as you. Which terrifies me.” You both laugh as Santi takes his shoes off, stowing them by the shoe rack.

“Drink?” you offer.

“Please.”

“Make yourself at home!” you say as you walk into the kitchen and grab him a glass of homemade lemonade. You come back to the living room and find Santi sitting on the couch, having shoved your blankets to the side to make room for him. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him as he takes a sip.

“Damn. You always could make amazing lemonade.”

“That’s why y'all kept me around.”

“Yeah that’s totally the only reason.”

He takes another sip as you study his face. The only way you can tell he’s aged is by the appearance of more greys in his curls. How is that fair?

“So...did you get my text?”

“I did. Pope, I don’t know. I don’t really do that kind of stuff any more.”

“I know. But I need you, Spectre.” You knew he was using your nickname to get you to reminisce and give in.

“Santi-”

“You were always the best at stealth. Cat wasn’t bad but even he admits you were the best.”

You stiffen at the mention of Frankie and move to grab your cup off the coffee table to take a sip. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Santi.

“You haven’t spoken to him since you helped him get clean?”

You swallowed hard. Looking down at the contents of your glass you shake your head. “No. He made it quite clear that I didn’t need to be there to watch him. I insisted that’s what friends do but that seemed to anger him more.”

“So...you never told him how you felt about him?”

You shake your head again before looking at Santi. “What’s the point? He married that...woman. I won’t be a homewrecker.”

Santi picks up his cup to take a drink. “So you haven’t heard?”

“Heard what?”

Santi takes a deliberately slow sip. Always one for dramatics. You watch him and feel your patience dwindling by the second.

“Is he ok?” you say with frustration.

“He uh.. He had a brief relapse, which caused his ex-wife to be able to get his pilot’s license suspended. He’s clean now though and doing much better.”

You stare at Santi, trying to process all of this information at once. “He’s...divorced?”

“That’s the first thing you pull from that?” Santi chuckles. “Yeah they got divorced about a year ago, shortly after she got pregnant.”

You spit your drink out involuntarily. “Cat has a KID??”

Santi wipes your drink from his face as you apologize profusely, wiping him clean with a napkin.

“Not how I thought taking a shower with you would go, but ok.” You punch Santi in the arm while he laughs.

“Yeah she just had the baby a few months ago. She served him papers just after she found out she was pregnant.”

“That must have been hard on Cat.”

Santi sighed. “It was. Hence the brief relapse.”

You nodded. “He’s ok now?”

“He’s clean, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You nod, taking another drink, Santi blocking his face while you smack his arm again.

“So...you in, Spectre?”

You stare into Santi’s eyes for a long moment, studying the intent behind them. “What’s everyone else doing?”

“They’re in for the recce.”

“Redfly too?”

“Of course.”

You look down at your glass, swirling it around and watching the contents follow suit. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t do things like this again.

“If you’re all in for the recce,” you sigh, “then I guess I am too.”

“Yes!” Santi claps once and hugs you tight.

“When do we leave?”

“Thursday.”

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You can’t believe you agreed to do this. You take an Uber to the airport, not wanting to spend the money on parking. You nervously tap your foot, picking at your pant leg anxiously as your ride pulls into the drop off zone. It’s just a recce. No live fire. You hop out, handing a cash tip to the driver and thanking him for the ride. Grabbing your small suitcase that you would later leave in a hotel, you hoist your carry on backpack over your shoulders and head inside. You find the airline that Santi had purchased tickets through and you check your luggage. You head through TSA, silently arguing with yourself the whole way. You can still back out…. No you can’t. You have to be there….but he will be there...that’s why you have to go… You make it through security and head to the bathroom before finding your flight. You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to give yourself a pep talk. Your mind goes back to the first time you met everyone, back in basic:

You had met Frankie first and hit it off right away. He was charming, humble, nice, and not to mention the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You crushed on him hard right away but said nothing since you barely had friends and didn’t want to ruin anything. He eventually introduced you to the rest of his friends, Santi, Benny, Will, and Tom. You all became fast friends.

Graduating top of basic at your skill set (stealth/sniper), you were placed in Delta Force amongst your friends. You always had their backs, sometimes literally. You’ve carried them, injured, across enemy territory, and they have done the same for you. All of your bodies are permanently marked from your near death escapes. You were the only girl on their team but they never treated you any differently because of it, placing their full trust in you and you trusted them entirely.

When Frankie met her, you automatically didn’t like her. Thinking it was due to your protective nature (and your crush, if you’re being honest), you say nothing until one night when you all have too much to drink. You confess to Frankie how you don’t like his girlfriend, never have. He doesn’t allow you to explain, but argues with you, saying you were supposed to be his best friend. That night he storms out. You didn’t talk to him for over a year before Santi called you and begged you to help with Frankie and his addiction. You agreed and it took you a while to realize why - you were still in love with him. You helped him get clean, taking him to rehab, and helped him build himself back up when she had left him. Then she came back and you had to go, not speaking to Frankie since the day he told you to leave his house, that you didn’t truly care for him, that you’d done your job as a friend, that he was marrying her. That was 3 years ago. And now he’s divorced with a baby. A BABY.

Would he even talk to me? Does he even care? Does it matter?

You sigh, splashing water on your face and drying it before slinging your bag on your shoulders. You leave the bathroom and pull out your ticket from your pocket, finding your gate number which is, naturally, at the opposite end of the wing. You have time, so you stop at one of those newsstands, grabbing a bottle of water, a random magazine, and some overpriced gum. You walk down the walkway towards your gate when you spot them all sitting together, laughing and chatting. A smile stretches across your face as you look at them each in turn. They look good. Then your eyes land on Frankie and your smile falters, memories of your last encounter springing forward. Despite that, you can’t help but think how good he looks, curls flipping out from under his hat, that patchy beard he has, and those broad shoulders. As if on cue, Frankie turns and looks straight at you, locking his chocolate eyes to yours. Fuck me. You give him a small smile and wave, which he returns. You walk over to everyone and they all jump to give you hugs, Benny nearly knocking you over with his enthusiasm.

“You missed a great fight this week, Spectre!”

“Sorry Benny. Work was insane. All I could do to get through my shifts and then this guy shows up on my doorstep,” You toss a thumb over your shoulder towards Santi, who gives a chuckle.

“You love me and you know it.” Santi smiles.

“You got me there, Pope.”

Will leans in to give you a hug, holding you a little longer and murmuring in your ear “Don’t be too hard on him. He’s had a rough go.” You nod, and say back “I missed that Will-intuition.”

He steps back and smiles at you. “It wasn’t that far away.”

You nod, looking down before looking back up into his blue eyes. “I know. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.”

Will pats your shoulder as you give him a small smile, which quickly turns to shock when Tom comes up and attempts to give you a hug. This feels like when Voldemort tried to hug Draco. You hug him, patting him on the back. Then he whispers in your ear “Lock it down. We need you to focus on the mission.” Ah. There it is. “Always.” You whisper back as he breaks the hug.

Frankie stands there awkwardly, shuffling his feet and looking a little lost. You decide to help him out and extend a hand to him. “You look good, Cat.” He looks at your hand and then at you. You see hurt cross his face momentarily before it’s gone and he shakes your hand. “You too.” A few more awkward moments pass before you break the tension, glancing at your watch.

“We’ve got a bit before they board. I’m going to grab some coffee. Want anything?” Benny asks for an espresso to which Tom says “No fucking way do you need an espresso.” Laughter at the shock on Benny’s face before you lean in and whisper “I got you.” Decaf. He winks at you and everyone else settles down in their seats. Santi agrees to watch your bag while you grab your drink.

You head over to join the line, which is at least 20 people deep. You stand there, debating on pulling out your phone and getting lost in the scroll for a bit when you feel him come up behind you. You would know his presence anywhere, any of them really, but specifically Frankie. Without turning, you say “I would’ve grabbed you a coffee if you wanted it, Cat.” He lets out a chuckle “How the fuck do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Know it’s us.”

You pause a moment. “It was my job.”

“Knowing us by our presence alone is not part of the job. How do you know?”

How do you explain that you can feel people? That you can just feel your boys? “This time? Your walk.”

“Excuse me?”

You laugh as you move up in line, finally turning to meet his gaze.

“You have a slight limp from that one guy that shot you through your calf.”

“I remember that. That fucking hurt. I don’t have a limp though.”

“You do. It's slight but it's there. I’ll never forget carrying your ass back to the bird for some ungodly amount of clicks."

“It wasn’t that far.”

“You didn’t have to walk it while carrying someone.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but stops. “That’s true...Thank you.”

You nod. “It was my job.”

“No it wasn’t. You left your post when you saw me get hit. I remember you taking down what, 20 insurgents trying to get to me? You weren’t supposed to leave your post no matter what. Then you dragged me up a sandy dune and across some “ungodly” amount of clicks back to the bird, meeting up with everyone else, where you patched me up while I flew us out of there.”

You look down. “No one else was as good a medic as me.”

“I think you would’ve flown the helicopter if you knew how while trying to stitch me back up.”

“I asked you to teach me how to fly-”

“And I said no because then you wouldn’t need me around.” You chuckle but it’s laced with memory, the fear you felt that Frankie wouldn’t make it. You open your mouth to say as much, but Frankie cuts you off.

“You never needed me around. That much is evidently true.”

Your eyes flick up to his, bracing for a fight. But you find sadness and regret in his eyes and it makes you falter for a moment.

“You told me to leave, Cat.”

He grimaces at that. “Guess I was an idiot.”

“No argument here.”

You both move up in line, a loaded silence hanging between you both.

“I hear you have a baby now?”

Frankie’s eyes light up. “Yeah. She’s beautiful and tiny and perfect.”

You can’t help but smile at the look of sheer pride on his face. “She sounds amazing. What’s her name?”

“Carmen.”

“I love it. How old?”

“3 months.” A sadness creeps onto his face now. “I don’t get to see her as much as I’d like.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Frankie nods. “We’re divorced. Spilt right after she found out she was pregnant. Well she didn’t tell me she was until after I signed the papers….no, it’s ok. She wanted to make sure we didn’t stick together because of the baby. She’s right - we would’ve done it and been miserable. Who wants to grow up around that?”

“Still. I’m sorry, Cat.”

He meets your eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry too.”

You order your coffees and stress to the barista that the decaf coffee MUST be decaf but to leave it off the sticker. She laughs at that, completely understanding. You and Frankie make light conversation while waiting, him pulling out his phone to share a zillion pictures of Carmen with you. Proud Dad looks good on him. You grab your coffees and head back to everyone, feeling better about things than you did earlier. You hand Benny his coffee and Tom stands up angrily. You meet his eyes and give him a wink, and he sits back down, fighting back his smirk, knowing what you did.

They call you to board the plane and you all gather up your bags and head down the ramp. When you look for your seat you realize they’re in the rows of 2. You lean over to Santi and ask “You couldn’t have gotten us the middle 3 seats? 2 rows of 3?”

“No. Cheaper this way.” He doesn’t quite meet your eyes, which makes you suspicious.

“Pope, what are you-”

“Oh here’s my seat. Tom, you’re next to me.” Tom ushers you forward nicely a few steps so he can slide into the row, allowing Santi to have the aisle with his bad knees.

Benny comes up behind you, followed by Will.

“Move it, Spectre!” You pretend to be shocked.

“Is that any way to talk to a lady, Benny?”

“I don’t talk to ladies that way.”

You punch his arm as he laughs. Moving further into the plane a couple rows, you hear Benny say “Here’s my seat.” He sits and you lean back to muss up his hair. “Hey! Don't mess with the hair! Go sit down!” You laugh and move forward a step, turning to ask Will if he’s sitting with you. Before you can, you see Will turn to sit next to his brother, giving you a small smile and a wink. You turn back and look down at your ticket, double checking the seating number. You arrive at the row. That means I’m sitting with-

“Do you mind if I have the aisle? My knee has been acting up lately.”

His husky voice is right in your ear and it causes goosebumps to erupt across your skin. You had been so preoccupied you hadn’t even paid attention to him being there. I’m going to kill Santi.

“I uh..no problem. It’s yours.”

You crouch to sit down in the window seat, tossing your bag on the floor and opening it to pull out your water, some snacks, gum, and entertainment. You close your bag and shove it under the seat in front of you with your feet. Frankie sits down next to you and does the same, settling down and bumping your arm accidentally several times on the armrest. How are his shoulders this broad? Fuck.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to bump you.”

“It’s ok. Bound to happen.”

“How so?”

“Because you’re so-” you gesture at his shoulders.

“I’m so...what?”

You gesture again at his shoulders, hoping he won’t make you say it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He mimics your gesture.

Why me? “You’re so...broad.”

He looks at his shoulders. “I am?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh come on. No one has told you that before?”

He thinks for a moment. “Not that I remember.”

“No one?”

“No?”

“Not one of the girls you’ve ever brought back home has commented that you’re broad?”

He chuckles, “Why would they?”

You turn to face him, disbelief etched across your face. “No one has said-” you change your voice mocking a random girl “- Oh Frankie! You’re so broad-” you squeeze his bicep and touch his shoulder, missing the way Frankie shifts in his seat “-you’re so strong! I bet you could pick me up or rail me against the wall, hehe!” Frankie looks at you, shifting in his seat some more. “I uh...they...uh..no?”

“I call bullshit.”

“No, really.”

“Having been carried by you, you are strong as fuck. I can tell you - the people you’ve dated seriously lack imagination if they never thought to tell you that.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and you try to cover up the rising heat to your cheeks by fumbling with your headphone cord, trying to not look Frankie in the eyes.

“I’m going to take a nap, Cat. I have a feeling Pope will be keeping us up all night.”

You shove your headphones in your ears, turn on your music, and try to wad up your coat for a pillow to lean against the window, closing your eyes when you finally get somewhat comfortable. You miss the smile that plays on Frankie’s face as he puts in his own headphones.

-------

The flight ends and you feel a hand on your thigh, gently shaking you. You slowly open your eyes, realizing you're not against the window. You sit up and look at Frankie, realizing you must have shifted over to his shoulder at some point while you slept, noticing a wet spot where you drooled on his shirt.

“Oh my God, Cat. I’m so sorry,” You reach in your bag for some napkins, trying to blot at his shoulder. He laughs, watching you juggle trying to apologize without meeting his eyes.

“It’s ok Spectre. Not the worst bodily fluid I’ve had on me.”

“Still, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...invade your space.”

“You didn’t. You were so uncomfortable, you kept moving and sitting up, half asleep trying to stretch and punch your coat. Eventually, you sat up and just shifted over to my shoulder.”

“Oh God. Sorry Cat.”

“If it was a problem, I’d have moved you back. I didn’t mind at all, really.”

You locked eyes with him for a moment, before clearing your throat. “We better pack our shit up.”

-------

You all get off the plane, following Pope through customs and to where he has a rental truck waiting. Your checked luggage gets handed off to an employee of Pope’s, who will get them to the hotel you’ll eventually end up at. It doesn’t matter much as you have everything you truly need with you in your backpack.

You all pile in the truck, Pope driving while Frankie begrudgingly sits in the passenger seat, not used to not being the one driving or flying. You stare out the window as you start the long trek to where the recce will happen, pulling a sleepy Benny to your chest to let him sleep. Eventually, you make it to the middle of the jungle, literally the middle of the jungle, and run the recce.

-------

At the restaurant that night, you all sit there and laugh, reminiscing about your time in Delta Force and things that happened after. The food was delicious and the drinks strong. Santi eventually tells you all about his plan - to avoid bringing in the government and taking down the drug lord yourselves, pocketing the money. After some debate, you all cautiously follow Tom, who agrees to do it, whether driven by the need to prove himself after being forced to retire or the lure of so much money being so easy to take you're not sure.

The mission was meticulously planned but no one would have guessed that Tom would be the reason to miss their hard out, greed outweighing his normally overly cautious nature that has saved you all so many times before. You take out several guards from your position in the trees, angrily speaking into your earpiece “What the fuck are you guys doing? Hurry up!” They eventually leave, and you meet up with Benny at the main gate, both of you hopping in the van pissed off.

You arrive at the tarmac and wait for the helicopter, watching Santi talk to his informant. You look from one to the other, seeing Santi look at her like he’s looked at no one else. He better find her when this is all over. The helicopter makes its appearance. You hear arguing behind you and turn to watch Frankie argue with Tom, something about the weight being too much. You don’t hear all of it but see the look of giving in against his better judgement on Frankie’s face and everyone moves to start loading up the helicopter. You drop off the informant and her..brother? Your spanish is shit so you don’t quite make out what they’re saying. Santi gets back in the helicopter and you hear Tom basically saying you should have killed them. He’s losing his mind, you realize. A little after you take off, you make your way to the cockpit and sit in the seat next to Frankie. He looks at you and smiles nervously.

“You ok, pilot?”

“Yeah. I just...I wish there wasn’t so much weight on her.”

“Frankie Morales caring about weight on a girl?”

He scoffs “Never. I meant the bird.”

You frown. “Is that going to be a problem?”

He frowns back. “I’m not sure yet. But I don’t have a good feeling about it.”

You watch him quietly for a few moments. You always loved watching him fly. The way he controlled the helicopter, flipping switches now and again, the pure look of concentration and exhilaration he always wore when flying..it was incredibly sexy. Before you can get yourself into trouble, you shove your thighs together and try to hide it by standing up, grabbing Frankie’s bicep and giving it a squeeze.

“I trust you, Cat.”

You check on Will, who had been grazed back at the compound, and fall asleep next to him, hand in his in case he needs something. A time later, you’re woken up by the helicopter lurching. That’s not good. Pope tries hitting a button on the wall to release the load you carry below, but it doesn’t work. Before you can offer to do it manually, Benny starts crawling down the rope. Then everything goes to shit. The heli starts spinning out of control, Benny having let go of the rope moments before. You spiral down towards the ground, hearing Frankie try to calmly gain some control to help her land without smashing into the ground. You think I should’ve told Frankie I love him. Then the heli hits the ground hard, spinning around and eventually landing on its side, skidding several feet before stopping. You had managed to hang on during the hard landing, but you're definitely banged up. Running a quick internal diagnostic, you touch your body fast to check for shrapnel or other major issues. Finding none, you drop down to the side of the helicopter, which is now the ground. You hear Benny and Will, and in the distance you think you hear Tom. “Cat?” You try to speak louder, cough, and try again, making your way towards the cockpit. “CAT!” you manage to yell as you get to the cockpit, pulling yourself up and in, seeing Frankie slumped against the side window, which is now the ground. “Frankie!” You move to him, scanning his body for major injuries. There are none, aside from a good gash on his head. You shake him, hearing Benny scream his name from outside the helicopter. “Hold on Benny. I gotta get him out first.” You grab his face and smooth your hands over his cheeks. “Cat...hey Cat… wake up. We’ve uh..landed.” It takes a moment, but his eyes open and find yours.

“I’m ok. Shit, is everyone ok?”

You run your hands over him, searching for the buckle to release him. “I think so. I haven’t heard Pope. Shit, Cat this is stuck. Stay still.” You pull a knife from your vest, pop it open, and cut him out, Frankie catching himself before he hits the ground.

Benny shouts “Cover yourselves!” And starts kicking in the window. When he breaks it, you crawl out, Benny helping Frankie to crawl out of the helicopter. You see Santi stumble towards the helicopter and you jump down running to him and throwing your arms around him.

“Are you ok?”

“A little banged up but yeah. I think we’re all ok.”

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Your training kicking in, you feel the villagers before you see them. You grip Santi's arm and whisper "We've got company." He glances up and finally sees the villagers making their way to the load you dropped. You both move back to Tom, who has Benny and Frankie go higher while you stay back with Will. You protest, being the better shot if needed, but Tom points out you're the best medic and Will is injured. You grudgingly agree and move towards Will who says to you "You should be up there, not here with me."

"Next time, don't get shot." He sits down and you angle yourself to check his wound while still keeping the villagers in your line of sight, watching Tom and Santi walk towards them. You tap the mic in your ear, temporarily forgetting they were dead.

“Shit. I can’t hear them, Will.”

“I’m fine. Get up there and have a look. Go around the back and keep low.”

You nod at him and head around the back of the chopper, moving with all of your stealth training. You manage to scale the bird, settling on your belly with the binoculars you had in your vest. You make a mental note of Frankie being to your left on a ridge and Benny on your right on a lower ridge. You put the binoculars to your eyes and don’t like what you see. You can tell Santi is trying to diffuse a situation, hands out in front of him. You see it before you hear it - a shot ringing out and one of the villagers dead on the ground. Tom shot a civilian. You register that a second shot came from where Frankie sits hidden in the grass, but the man had gone down before it. More shots follow and there’s several dead villagers on the ground. You watch Benny join them as Frankie follows suit, everyone on alert trying to get the villagers away from the net. You get off the helicopter and head back around to Will, who’s already standing. You give him a serious look.

“You ok to walk?”

“Of course. A little scrape won’t stop me.”

You nod. “Just tell me if it does. I can help.”

He nods back at you and you both raise your weapons, heading towards the village.

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Donkeys. It had to be donkeys. Horses you could deal with, horses you loved, but donkeys? All stubborn, the lot of them. It’s no wonder the word for donkey and the word for stubborn are virtually the same in multiple languages. You help them load up as many bags as they could carry, stowing the rest on your backs. You take an extra bag, grabbing Will’s before he could get it.

“Absolutely not,” you say, grabbing a second bag that Will tried to grab.

“We each need to pull our own weight, Spectre.” Will gives you a stern look.

“Yes, but you’re not at 100% right now. Take it easy. We won’t give you a lesser cut.” You try to keep a straight face but fail and Will smiles back, shaking his head.

“You always were a strict medic.”

“You’re alive, aren’t you?”

You start your lengthy trek up the side of the mountain through the jungle. You cross streams where you didn’t want to think about what creatures were hiding in it. Shortly after the river, it started to rain. Of fucking course. You all trudge through the rain for a while, but as the sun sets and it starts to get cold, Tom stops everyone and says to set up a cold camp. This is great. You all manage to find spots up against ledges or under trees or their low canopies, trying to avoid as much of the rain as possible. You make sure Will is in a spot to stay as dry and warm as possible, tossing his poncho over him. You clean his bandage as everyone settles into their spots for the night. You notice Frankie sitting away from everyone, knees pulled up, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The boys start talking while you finish your work, hearing Frankie say “I was too quick on the trigger. You know, and I know it.” A pause.

“I killed those people.”

“No you didn’t,” Benny says, his usual excitable energy absent from his voice. “We all did.”

You finish with Will’s bandages and tell him to keep it dry, handing him a couple ibuprofen. You watch Frankie from the corner of your eye, your heart aching for him. You put the bottle away and see Frankie stand up, moving away from the group.

“Go check on him.” Will speaks in your ear, echoing the thought in your head. You nod and leave your pack there with a small smile from Will, following the path Frankie took away from the group. About 30 feet away, there’s a fallen log on the ground in a tiny clearing, mud all around it. You see Frankie sitting on the log, rain falling down around the brim of his hat. His face is hard, pensive. You know that look. He pulls his arms from his jacket and puts his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. You’re drawn to him, wanting to help, wanting to make him feel better, wanting to tell him what you saw, wanting to proclaim your love to him. You walked over and sat next to him on the log, placing a hand on his back.

“You didn’t kill those people, Cat.”

“I did,” comes a muffled reply.

“You didn’t. I...saw the whole thing.”

Frankie turns to look at you, moving his hands from his face. “You saw? What happened?”

You take a deep breath. “I saw Pope trying to diffuse a situation. I saw Tom pull out his weapon. He shot first, Cat. I saw it. The man went down before your shot went off. Tom killed those people.”

Frankie studies your face, looking for any clue that you’re lying to him to make him feel better. He finds none and nods, looking down at his hands.

“I landed the bird terribly.”

You scoff. “Are you serious? If it hadn’t been you flying, it would not have ended that well.”

He nods, picking at his hands.

“Actually,” you confess, “For a moment, I...I thought I was going to die.”

Frankie looks up at you, eyes full of concern.

“Not from your flying but from the whole situation. The bird started to flip and I thought that was it.” You take a deep breath. “You want to know what my last thought was?”

Frankie’s expression changes from concern to curiosity. “What?”

It’s your turn to look down at your hands. You get a second chance to tell him. Do it. “It was of you.”

Silence. Then, “Me? Why would you think of me?”

You look up at Frankie, who was already watching your face. His big brown eyes stare back at you, with that lost puppy look and you can feel the electricity in the air. You start breathing a little heavier and vaguely notice he does the same. He glances down at your lips and that’s all it takes. You both close the distance between you, crashing your lips against each other’s. Frankie’s tongue licks against your lips, begging entrance, and you open your mouth immediately, turning to slot your head better against his. Your hands frantically grasp at each other, pulling close, running down your wet clothes. You grab his hat and toss it, running your fingers through his curls as Frankie moans into your touch. Eventually, you pull away from him and rest your forehead against his for a brief moment before pulling back. Frankie looks at you, an apology forming on his lips, mistaking the meaning of your pull back, thinking he’s finally gone too far.

“I love you, Francisco Morales.”

He grabs the back of your head, pulling you towards him, kissing you hard and passionately. A few seconds goes by before he pulls away, you leaning forward from the force of his kiss.

“I love you too.”

Rain pours on you as you both crash into each other again. Lips and tongue moving without abandon, hands moving frantically, searching for zippers, buttons, ties, whatever is holding the clothing on. You pull back to yank your vest off and he copies the move, setting yours behind you on the log and his behind him. You pull him towards you this time, gripping his curls for a moment while his hands hold your jaw, reaching around to hold the back of your head. You move your hands down to his jacket and you feel his hands trace down you, finding the zipper on your jacket but hesitating. He pulls back to look at you and you nod, whining out a “yes”, crashing back into him. Zippers become too hard so Frankie puts his hands under your wet shirt and pushes your bra up, massaging your breasts. You pull back to whine into the rain, throwing your head back and Frankie pulls you closer to suck your neck. You moan out his name and he pinches your nipples hard, lightly pulling on them, causing you to moan again. His hands roam down and find your belt, opening it and attempting to undo the button on your pants. You're not at a good angle for this so Frankie growls and pushes you down into the mud. You hit the ground with a squelch and you can’t find it in yourself to care. Frankie is on top of you, both of you frantically trying to undo your pants. He finally manages to undo your pants, both of you trying to shove them down. You manage to shuck off one boot and you pull your pants off that leg, leaving them dangling from your other one. Rain continues to soak you both as Frankie sits up and moves to undo his pants, your hands trying to help him get the zipper down. You manage to undo the zipper and he yanks down his pants, his cock springing free as he does so. You barely have time to register how thick he is before he wipes his hand on his jacket and runs it through your seam, checking to see if you’re wet enough. It’s not the rain that’s making me wet. Satisfied with whatever he felt, he kneels over you, placing one hand on the side of your head, sinking slightly into the mud, and stroking himself with the other, lining himself up before looking for consent one last time.

“Yes, yes. Please,” you whine out the last word and Frankie groans, pushing into you slowly.

You throw your head back deeper into the mud below you and cry out, scrambling to find something to hold on to. You grip his biceps, flexing under your hands with restraint and holding himself up. He bottoms out and you both moan. He drops his forehead to yours and stays like that a moment.

“Fuck, you feel...so amazing… I couldn’t have...dreamed this.”

“You stretch me so...good… I can’t...I need you.”

Frankie kisses you, surprisingly chaste, staring into your eyes.

“I love you, Spectre.”

“I love you, Cat.”

He starts to move slowly and your breathing increases. You start panting and moaning with each slow thrust.

“Oh God...Cat...Cat…”

Frankie stops, worried he’s hurt you.

“Are you ok?”

“Please...don’t hold back.”

“....what?”

“Don’t hold back, Cat.”

His eyes grow darker with lust and he speeds up his thrusts, hitting you hard and deep. You don’t care if they can hear you - you moan his name loudly, your whine being chopped up due to his thrusting. He grips your thigh and slings it over his hip, thrusting even deeper and hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your hands grip his biceps harder and you leave marks in his skin, even through his clothing. He uses his other hand to grip the log behind you for purchase and slams into you. You sink deeper into the mud with every thrust, hearing the squelch, squelch, squelch as you sink. You grip his ass, helping him to fuck into you, despite your head inching perilously close to the log. You feel the coil of desire burning in your belly, quickly rising and you know you’re close.

“Fra-Fran-Francisco!” You don’t get a chance to tell him you’re close when you explode, coming undone around him, yelling his name, feeling your arousal leak out of you as you writhe under him. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, mumbling dirty thoughts in your ear. You feel his hips start to sputter, and he croaks out:

“Where? Where can I..fuck, WHERE?”

“I’m safe! Fucking fill me up, Francisco!”

Frankie comes with a growl ending in a loud moan and you feel his warmth spreading inside you, leaking out of you. He leans over you, resting his forehead to yours and taking deep breaths. You reach around his head and tug his curls and he moans a little, moving in to kiss you.

“I fucking love you so much, Spectre.”

You chuckle “Good. Because I’m going to need you to help me get this mud out of my ass.”

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You somehow manage to get the mud off of you, wiping off your body with a spare shirt from Frankie’s bag. He tenderly wipes you down, kissing your skin as he cleans it. Most of the mud washes off your clothing due to the rain still pouring down. You both clean up as best you can, toss ponchos over yourself and walk back to your friends, you now limping slightly. Frankie notices and can’t help the grin that spreads across his face, putting his dimple on full display.

You arrive back at camp and notice that everyone is sleeping. Or at least pretending to sleep. You definitely weren’t quiet back there. You both huddle under an upturned tree trunk, sitting close together for some sort of warmth, leaning on each other to catch some sleep.

“Did you get the mud out of your ass crack?” Benny’s voice rings out through the rain. You can hear everyone else chuckling and shushing Benny.

“As a matter of fact I did - wait. How did you know there was mud in places it shouldn’t be?”

“I uh...drew the short straw to check on you. Nice form by the way, Cat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Benny.” Frankie says, a small smile on his lips.

“Spectre seemed to love it, Francisco.”

“You’re lucky I’m too wet to come over there and beat you.” You say.

“I bet you’re wet.”

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The rain lets up and everyone changes to dry clothes, adding more layers as you head up the mountain. On the side of the mountain, one of the donkey’s goes over, nearly taking Frankie with it. Everyone starts to bicker as Tom just seemed to care about the money. You wanted to run to Frankie and never let him go, but you were stuck behind Will’s donkey. You make it to higher ground and eventually have to ditch the donkey’s, Frankie scaring them off by yelling and waving his arms. You all start the long, cold trek up the mountain. That night, Benny starts a fire and burns money, Tom eventually joining in. The fire makes you uneasy, despite wanting the warmth. Who would follow you up here?

Villagers. That’s who.

Tom was dead. You took turns dragging his body the rest of the way down the mountain. You all decided Benny should go ahead and make sure the boat was still waiting for you. You had volunteered to go but were turned down because Will was injured and you were still the best medic of everyone. That night, the 4 of you threw your bags into a pile and laid against it, each on a side. You stare off, trying to process what has happened in the last few days. You hear Frankie speaking and you catch a few words. “...back on our game….this stops now, you understand?” You hear Santi mumble an affirmative and you zone out again, missing the question Will poses about how many people you’ve killed.

The sun sets further and you’re still freezing. You get up and walk over to Will, intending to check on his wound, but he’s fast asleep. You pass by Pope who is at least pretending to be asleep. You stop at Frankie and look down at him, meeting his deep brown eyes with your own. Without speaking, Frankie opens his arms and beckons you towards him. You sit and scoot up next to him, placing your head on his chest while he envelopes you in a hug. You sit like that for a long while, listening to each other breathe.

“You nearly died.” The words come out of you, nearly a whisper, but Frankie hears them.

“Which time?”

“On the mountain, when the donkey went over.”

He pauses. “That poor donkey.”

“Of course… but for a moment, my heart stopped. I thought you had gone over with the donkey and I had just gotten you back, finally admitted how I felt and by the grace of whatever force you seemed to feel the same about me. And I thought you were....” your voice cracked on the last word and you started to cry. Frankie held you closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Sshh. It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m right here.”

You nod into his chest. “I know. But you almost weren’t. And then Tom was yelling about the money that was lost and I was so...furious with him. It’s like he didn’t care that you nearly died.” You stare at Tom’s body bag as you confess to Frankie, who continues to hold on to you while you speak.

“I told him to get his priorities straight and he told me to fuck off. I was so mad at him...and I still am.”

Frankie kisses the top of your head again. “There’s no need to hold on to that anger. What’s done is...done.”

“I feel guilty.”

“For what?”

You continue to stare at the body bag. “For not feeling as sad as I should that he’s gone.”

Frankie shifts and pushes you up, grabbing you chin lightly to tilt your face up to him. He finds your reddened eyes and smiles at you.

“You are not a bad person.”

Tears roll down your cheeks again as you nod. “To be clear,” you say “I would never wish him dead.”

“I know, Spectre. It’s not your fault.”

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Benny comes back and you run to him, jumping into his arms and asking if he’s ok. He brings good news - the boat is waiting for you. Not being able to carry all the bags of money plus Tom down the rest of the way to the boat, you all stash the money bags down in a ravine. You notice Will scribbling on a piece of paper but say nothing.

Somehow, you make it to the boat after nearly having to take out an entire teenage brigade. You manage to haul Tom’s body onto the boat and you all collapse together, thrilled to just be alive. You make it to the town that houses the bank that Santi had setup for the money to go through. Before you go, you all check into the hotel Santi had booked, everyone looking forward to a hot shower and sleep.

You walk into your room, drop your bag, and see your suitcase waiting for you. You open it and grab out the first clothes you see and your toiletry kit, kicking your boots off on the way to the bathroom. You take a hot shower, just standing in the water for a long while, mulling things over. Eventually, you start to wash and find mud still in your hair. You grab it and squish it around your fingers, smiling as the memory comes back to you. You finish washing and shaving and get dressed, drying your hair before you step out of the steamy bathroom.

You move to go lay on your bed, intending to pass out for however long your body wants to sleep for, but instead toss on the sneakers you had in your bag and open your door to find Frankie standing there, fist in the air like he was about to knock.

“Shit! Cat, you scared me.”

“First time I’ve ever been able to sneak up on you.” He chuckles while lowering his hand.

“I must really be out of it.”

You reach out and touch his freshly shaven face, running your hand along it.

“Why’d you shave?”

“Got tired of that sorry excuse for a beard I suppose.”

“I love your patchy beard.”

Frankie cocks his head. “What?”

“The little patches where no hair grows?”

“Ugh yeah. I can never grow a beard. Pope can, Will’s is glorious too.”

“Well I love your patches.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You look at his shirt, a grey button up with white cranes printed all around it.

“What...the fuck are you wearing?”

Frankie looks down at his shirt. “What? I like birds.”

You laugh and can’t stop laughing at the serious expression on his face.

“You don’t think I can pull this off, Spectre?” He’s smiling, but also asking for your genuine opinion.

“You won’t have to because I’ll pull it off for you.” You grab his shirt and pull him towards you and he immediately kisses you, backing you into your room. You kick off your sneakers and Frankie closes the door behind him, all without breaking the kiss. You reach up to unbutton his shirt and you realize he’s only buttoned 3 of them. You pull away to look at his shirt and you can’t help but laugh.

“Hey now, I do like this shirt-”

“You’ve only done up 3 buttons??” You laugh harder at that, causing Frankie to blush.

“Yeah I uh...I guess so.”

“You’re so fucking adorable. I love you so much.” The words leave your mouth and your laugh dies. You hadn’t discussed what happened in the jungle and, even though he was kissing you, you didn't know if he really meant what he said or if it was an “in the moment” type thing.

“Shit, Cat. I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you...uncomfortable.”

He studies you for a moment. “Spectre, what happened between us in the jungle, what we said to each other- what I said to you,” Ah here it is, the ‘I didn’t mean it’ speech that will kill me.

“It’s ok, Cat. You don’t have to.. I get it. I-” you turn away from him and move to walk a few steps away, but his hand grips your arm and holds you firm.

“What are you talking about?”

You don’t look at him but speak softly “I know what you’re about to say so just please...say it.”

“Spectre, I-”

“Just say it, Cat.”

He tugs at your arm trying to get you to turn around but you fight against it and yank your arm from his grip. You take a couple steps away, choking back tears. Frankie calls your name, your real name, which makes you freeze.

“I love you. I mean it, Spectre. I love you. And if you don’t feel the same, I’ll have to deal-” Frankie’s words are cut short as you spin around and throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. His arms wrap around you, holding you impossibly close, no longer hindered by tact vests and thick clothing. You pull back and look at him, giving him a small smile.

“I love you, Francisco Morales.”

Frankie smiles at you briefly before moving to kiss you again, slotting his nose alongside yours. The shirt soon makes its way to the floor and the rest of your clothes join it as you and Frankie stay intertwined in your bed and you never leave each other again.

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pogueit · 4 years ago

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First Aid Kit

Paring: Pope Heyward x Reader

Summary: You have an accident while attempting to do a new trick and Pope is the man for the job.

Warnings: blood ofc and general first aid stuff nothing too graphic tho!!

WC: 1,994

A/N: There's not enough Pope content!! SO I made some!! Pls enjoy some Pope and Y/N action!

THE GIF IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO @rue-bennett !!!!

Saturdays are not meant to be boring, but this scorching afternoon there was nothing to do. John B. went on his weekly date with Sarah, JJ scored a date with a kook he's been eyeing, and Kie was forced to go to a gala on the mainland, so it was just you and Pope alone in the chateau. He had been studying all day for an upcoming chemistry exam he has first thing Monday morning. You tried all day to get his head out of the books, but he was not having any of it. It wasn't until the late afternoon that you got him to go outside with you. Even though his nose was still deep in the piles of notes at least he was outside. You were skating on a horrifically uneven stretch of concrete that was oddly slathered in front of the chateau. Every time he could hear the wheels pop upwards he would snap his eyes to you, cheering you on when you stuck the landing. You were glad that he was far enough away to not be able to see how red your cheeks were. You've had a massive crush on the boy ever since Kie introduced you to the group. Your mom had just moved your ass down to the banks to get a fresh start far away from your poor excuse for a father. She managed to quickly score a job at The Wreck (where you were also forced to work part-time) as head chef. Your mom got on well with the Carrera's who only deemed it appropriate to force their daughter to hang out with you, being new in town and all. Kie wasn’t bothered at all and was glad to have another girl around. After hanging out with her for a single day, you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. Kiara didn't introduce you to the knuckleheads right away, since she had taken a liking to you and didn't want to scare you away. The day that she did you remembered Pope had been the last one to say "hey" yet his was the warmest. After that day your stomach would erupt with butterflies whenever you'd even look at him and you would nearly die when your hands would brush against each other in passing. There was just something about him. Maybe it was how he didn't believe in stupid questions, except for JJ's of course, or how he would learn a new subject just to be able to help one of you ace an exam. It could be how the sun sparkled against his wet skin after a long day of swimming or surfing. How relaxed he looks sitting in the driver's seat of the HMS Pogue taking in all that the sun had to offer. You were glad the rest of the crew hadn't caught on yet, especially JB since he's already taken the role as your big brother, even though you're sure that you’re definitely older than him. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew. The constant pestering, nudging, and side-eyeing would have driven you insane. Your mind slowly drifted back to the boy studying a few feet away from you. The thoughts of those hot summer nights in the cool water with him clouded your brain, so much so you nearly wiped out.

"You good!?" Pope's concerned voice made your head snap in his direction. You knew that the embarrassment on your face was very telling but you just shot him two thumbs up and got back on your board. You shake off any remaining thoughts from your head before attempting your new trick. You were sick and tired of random strangers, but mostly JJ and JB, yelling at you to do a kickflip whenever you were skating. After watching countless videos on kickflips you were basically an expert on them at this point and all you had to do now was actually stick the landing. You slid your right foot to the middle of the board so that your heel was just off the edge while your toes rested in the middle. You shifted your left foot to the tail of the deck and with all the strength you could muster you push down on the tail while your right foot flicked down on the edge of the board. It would have been a spectacular landing if it weren't for the random-ass pebble that your wheel landed on.

"Oh fuck, are you alright!?" Pope was by your side before you even realized you were on the ground. Falling came with the game and you were not fazed at all, since you've had grislier wipeouts than this, but that's before you saw the fountain of blood that poured out of your knee.

"Yeah, I'm fine dude-- I've had-- I need to--The bathroom--" you hobbled quickly into the bathroom at the chateau trying your darndest to not get any blood in the house. By the time you were able to sit down on the toilet, you were seeing stars. Your vision was slowly fading to black and you felt like you were going to vomit. You closed your eyes tightly as you pressed a clump of toilet paper to your knee, which pulled a hiss right from your lungs at the sensation. Promptly, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from letting out a scream. A light knock came from the door and it couldn't be anyone else but Pope.

"Are you alright in there y/n?" From all the pain you were in you could only hum out a yes as a response, but you knew that would not be a good enough answer for the boy.

"Yeah, just don't--" before you could even finish your sentence he barged in "--open the door, why don't ya". His eyes grew wide at the bloody mess you made in the bathroom, but then quickly softened at the sight of you. Your skin was flushed with developing perspiration clinging to your skin and your lips had gone pale as your lungs suddenly only knew how to hyperventilate.

"Uh, I don’t think it would be in your best interest to say that it looks like a slasher flick was filmed in here" his words made you squeeze your eyes tighter as bloody images flashed before you and it only got harder for you to breathe. Pope stepped inside the rather small bathroom and closed the door behind him. He picked up all the toilet paper you had used for your leg and tossed them into the trash bin before he crouched down next to you.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder. All you could muster was a tiny nod as the pain took up most of your energy. His hands then gently pried your hands off of your injured knee and inspected it. Since the cut had almost stopped bleeding completely, Pope, was able to see that the wound was deep but not enough for it to garner any stitches and it was free of any debris. Lucky for you because JB had fallen there a couple of weeks ago and Pope had to whip out the tweezers to get all the gravel out of the bloody gash.

"Hey, it's not that bad-- I mean it is bad but it could be worse-- I'm gonna clean it now" the boy got to his feet and helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your feet sitting inside the tub. He then washed his hands furiously to avoid infection and gathered all the supplies he needed which consisted of antibacterial soap, antibiotic cream, gauze pads, gauze rolls, and unconditional love and support. Pope helped you undo both your shoes and removed them along with your embarrassing Winnie the Pooh socks. He sat with his legs outside the tub to have easy access to the supplies. After he checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold Pope moved your leg so your knee was underneath the faucet. The wound's contact with the water wasn't as bad as you thought, but it could’ve been you were distracted by his soothing touches as he held you close to him. Pope was careful not to get any of the soap in the cut just on the surrounding area and when he was finished he made sure to clean the rest of your blood-caked leg up as well. Once you were all cleaned up, he padded your leg dry before he attempted to put ointment on the tender flesh.

"Is it going to hurt?" You squeaked as he retrieved the ointment from the countertop.

"It might sting, but it shouldn't, '' he reassured you, as he brought the ointment-covered q-tip to your knee, but you couldn't help that your knee-jerked away from his touch.

"Ow, fuck!"

"Y/n, I haven't even touched you yet"

"I know, I know, sorry"

"I promise it won't hurt, y/n, and if it does you can punch me or something" even if it did hurt that bad you couldn’t imagine hurting Pope in any way. He once again leaned back in with the q-tip and sure enough, it wasn't painful at all. The ointment soothed the burning sensation of the area which finally allowed you to relax. He then carefully put a gauze pad on the injury, before wrapping your knee securely with gauze. You slid off the edge of the grimy porcelain tub and onto the ground while Pope stood next to the sink and neatly tucked everything back into the first aid kit.

"Uh, thanks--" your words got lost in your throat when your eyes met his warm eyes "--um, dude?" You felt stupid when it came out as a dumbfounded question and the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. If it was any time for you to die you wish it would have happened right then.

"Yeah, any time, y/n" he shot an endearing smile in your direction and you've never wanted to kiss a man so much before in your life.

You both let the awkwardness settle over you. The two of you riddled with hesitancy, but quietly yearned to confess your feelings to one another. He needed to get out of there. Pope gave you a curt nod and a tight smile, but as he headed towards the door there was vacillation in his movements. Before you lost sight of him from the doorway, he turned back around determined.

"Y/N, I gotta--" you were soon on your feet as the last bit of courage you had for your lifetime allowed you to meet him halfway. He didn't bother finishing his sentence as he decided his actions would speak for him. Pope cupped your face in his soft hands and crashed your lips together. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever experienced before. His plump lips gilded confidently over your timid ones. As the fire inside of you diminished your shyness you shifted yourself forward onto your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Your movements caused you to pin Pope against the bathroom wall and you could feel him smile against your lips. His velvet tongue dragged against your bottom lip for permission to explore you further and you were more than eager to let him.

"Fucking finally!" The familiar voice of the rowdy klepto caught you guys by surprise causing both of you to jump away from each other.

"I guess I'm forty bucks richer, I knew you had it in ya, Pope!" JJ beamed as he walked towards the two of you and you playfully rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy.

"Fuck off!" Pope giggled and slammed the door in JJ's face before he turned to face you.

"Now, where were we?"

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mintwithchoco · 4 years ago

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beaux rêves: Ep 4 - Adrenaline

ITZY Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 2882 words

Categories: smut, oral, femdom, mommy kink, light bdsm, agent! yeji

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“Stop!”

Avoiding each and every obstacle, the three agents chased down their target who was running through the top of a building, a person simply named “Killer Queen”. The chase was going on for five minutes - countless bullets directed towards each other missing their mark. The agents were running out of ammunition and their stamina wasn’t going to hold up any further.

“Does this guy have any lungs or what?! We’ve been chasing him for hours!” Ryujin shouts towards the others.

“Keep the pace! Eventually he’ll get tired too!” Yeji replied.

“Captain, permission to use Hierophant Green!” You asked Yeji while getting ready to press the button on your watch to summon the weapon mentioned.

“Permission granted!”

As soon as you press the button, your hands turn into a robotic state with green and white color schemes. You then put them close together, causing it to glow bright green and a water-like material is produced on your palms.

“Take this Killer Queen! Emerald Splash!” You shouted.

A giant energy blast was released from your palms which then takes on the form of emeralds, targeted and locked onto Killer Queen at a crazy speed. The agents were confident - Killer Queen had no way of escaping and they were gonna put an end to his crimes by giving him the punishment that he deserves.

But suddenly, Killer Queen flashes his jacket towards the blast and deflects them away, making the agents flinch away from him. They were shocked at the act and realized that this was not an easy enemy.

“What? There’s no way! No one can just deflect the Emerald Splash!” You said, shocked at the fact that The Mafia has overthrown your best attack.

"Hah! You utter fool! Your attacks are weak against me!" Killer Queen then throws a type of bomb towards you.

"Agent Mint!" Ryujin and Yeji shouted before watching you get sent flying in the air by the explosion from the bomb.

Both of them stopped chasing Killer Queen and ran towards your weak body that just fell to the ground. The explosion burned your suit and a little bit of your skin and your head was feeling super dizzy because of you hitting it on the cement roof. Blood started to pour out from a cut on your head, your vision was also starting to get blurry.

Before Yeji and Ryujin could reach you, you fainted because of your injuries. You hear their cries for you as your vision slowly turns black, your mind hoping that there's a chance help would arrive soon.

//timeskip//

Your eyes slowly open. Greeted by the bright ceiling light of the room, you squint your eyes and sit up to look around. You felt your head that was wrapped in bandages and saw a few cuts on your arms.

"Where...Where am I?" You ask yourself before hearing the door of the room being opened by Chaeryeong.

"Oppa! You're awake!" Chaeryeong rushes towards you and hugs you on the bed, making you eventually realize that you were in the ward room of the JYP HQ.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you're still injured…" Chaeryeong said as she pulled away, noticing you wince from her sudden contact.

"It's fine. How long was I asleep, Chae? Are the others okay?" You asked her as she slowly sat on one of the chairs in the room.

"You've been unconscious for almost 3 days. The others are fine oppa, but…"

"What's wrong?"

"Yeji unnie…She's been out of place after the incident, always looking so frustrated, separating herself from us except during worktimes and most of all - not joining us at lunchtime." Chaeryeong sighed and pouted.

"Killer Queen has caused a lot of trouble for us, and I think she's stressed because of it. Don't worry, I'll try to talk it out with her."

"Alright…Anyways, how are you feeling now oppa?"

"I still feel a bit nauseous, but other than that, I'm a-okay!" You said while giving her a thumbs up, making her giggle cutely.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door, making you both flinch. You look at Chaeryeong with a questioning face and she replies back with a shrug. The door then was opened once again, revealing the person that knocked on it was Yeji.

"Oh, you're awake. And Chaeryeong, you're here early." Yeji said while closing the door.

"Y-Yeah...Thought that I would pay oppa a visit before I work. I was lucky enough to see him first awake, hehe~" Chaeryeong said as Yeji came to her right side.

"How do you feel now?" Yeji asked you, and your answer was still the same.

“I’m glad to hear that. Don't worry about the mission, you need to heal up first." Yeji said.

"10:30?!" Chaeryeong suddenly shrieked when she was looking at her watch on her wrist.

"Oppa, I gotta go. I promised Ryujin to help her out with uhh... something, yeah. Yeji unnie, take care of him alright? See you guys later!" Chaeryeong said before quickly rushing herself out of the room, leaving you and Yeji alone.

"Take...care…" You managed to say before Chaeryeong closed the door.

You face Yeji who looked like she was lost in thought. Remembering what Chaeryeong said about her situation recently, you were hesitant to ask her about it as she was looking frustrated. Silence filled the room with ease as you just observed the injuries that you got while Yeji just stared at you with her mind full of thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ask, breaking the silence between you two.

"Chae said that you’ve been looking distressed lately, is there something wrong?”

Yeji looked at you and was greeted with your concerned expression. She looked hesitant, biting her lips and keeping the gap of her thighs closed. You purse your lips, wondering why she was acting this way.

“...You said you were okay, right?”

“Yeah...Why?”

“Then, I’ll show you what’s wrong.” Yeji stood up from her seat and took off her boots and her socks. You were confused, but then she suddenly sat on your lower region that was covered with a blanket, making you shocked.

“Yeji what the-” Yeji silenced you by bringing a finger to your lips and her head gets close to your ear.

"I'm...sexually frustrated." She whispers softly into your ear, giving you shivers.

"H-Hey now Yeji…T-This is not the best place to be saying stuff like this-" You were cut off by Yeji's lips, deeply kissing you and forcing you to lean back to the headboard.

Your eyes widened. This was a wrongful act, you thought. But upon tasting her cherry lips, you instantly got addicted to it. Yeji demands more of you by forcing her tongue into your mouth, giving her access to dance with your tongue. You both exchanged saliva to each other while your hands promptly moved to her back, gently hugging her.

Eventually, you both ran out of oxygen and pulled away from each other by the force of nature followed with strings of saliva. You stared into each other's eyes, filled with lust, knowing what to do next.

"Mommy's been dying to taste your cock, baby. You don't know how many times I've cum just thinking about it." Yeji said while throwing the blanket away from your lap.

"M-Mommy?"

"Yes, mommy. What's wrong?"

"...N-Nothing, I love it." Yeji gave you a shy smile.

Yeji then kisses your neck hungrily, leaving a few deep red marks all over it as you start to moan at how good it felt. Her right hand unbuttons your shirt to reveal your toned body. After gawking at you, she marks you with her lips all over it until she reaches your abdomen.

Your cock was begging to be released from its confines due to her lust-filled kisses earlier. Yeji smirks as she notices your prominent bulge sticking out of your pants. She cups it gently, making you flinch a little and let out a few breathy moans.

"Fuck baby, I can't wait to taste your cock."

Yeji took off her belt and opened the zipper on her coat to be left with a sleeveless blue leather top. You were glad that she helped you to discard a part of her outfit since they were confusing to your eyes.

Her face was on your crotch once again and she took off your pants and your boxers slowly, being cautious as you were still a bit injured.

Your hard cock sprang out and throbbed instantly, finally feeling the cold temperature of the room. Yeji bites her lower lip as she looks at your cock standing proud, impressed by its size. She grasps it by the base, causing you to inhale air into your lungs until she starts stroking it fully, making you exhale in relief.

Precum starts to leak from your tip, hinting to Yeji that her handjob was going well. Her thumb collects it and spreads them all over your shaft as it keeps leaking more and more, eventually covering them as a whole. Your moans fueled Yeji to continue her work but her mouth was starting to water, hungry to get a taste of you.

"Get ready, baby. Mommy's gonna give you the best blowjob ever."

Without wasting any more time, she takes your cock inside her warm, inviting mouth. Starting with a slow pace, you throw your head back on the headrest, savoring how well her mouth was wrapped around your shaft. She was telling the truth about dying for your cock, her tongue was skillfully licking the underside of your shaft and swirling around your tip.

As she bobbed her head up and down to increase the pace, you closed your eyes. The extreme pleasure was felt in an instant because of your body being unconscious these past few days. You were even more sensitive than normal as your body kept shaking with pleasure as Yeji now fondled your balls with her left hand.

"Fuck mommy…" You moaned.

Yeji's eyes formed an inverted crescent upon hearing your moan. She continues to increase her pace on your cock, her mind sets a mission of wanting to make you feel good. That mission was already completed by how much you were moaning and sweating for her because of the pleasure.

When you looked down to see Yeji, you realized that her right hand was missing from your cock. Just then, you looked harder and noticed that she was touching herself as her leather pants were dangling on her knees, allowing her to gain access to her pussy. You knew it was hard for her to keep pleasuring you and herself, so you stopped her blowjob by holding onto her head.

"Mommy...let me help you." You told Yeji and she took the hint instantly as she released your cock from her mouth and turned her body around on her knees. At the same time, you laid down on the bed and Yeji moved backwards until her crotch was right in front of your face and vice versa.

She was dripping, her pussy glistening because of her wetness. You finish the job of taking off her pants alongside her panties and grab her thighs to bring them closer to your meal. Yeji was already back to her job of sucking your cock but suddenly, she moaned loudly as you pushed your tongue onto her clit, lightly penetrating it. Then, the whole of your lips sticks onto her pussy alongside Yeji now deepthroating your cock.

The ward room was filled with both of your moans, pleasuring each other at the same time. You were surprised that no one has opened nor knocked on the door. It was like the time was letting you feel this moment with Yeji. She continues to slightly choke herself on your cock while you lapped up every part of her pussy that was covered with her juices.

You knew that you were reaching your peak fast. You would love to see Yeji's mouth filled with your cum, but the sensitiveness of your cock right now can only be felt once in a while.

"Mommy, I wanna feel your pussy now." Yeji then pulls you out of her mouth, raises her body and straddles your stomach.

"You want mommy to fuck you?" Yeji said while tracing a pattern on your chest. You nodded quickly as a reply.

"You wanna feel how tight mommy is?" You nodded again but then, you were greeted by a hard slap on your left cheek.

"Don't ever tell mommy what to do." Yeji's tone was cold and harsh, throbbing your cock in response because of how scary and hot it was.

Her hand was back to your cock once again, stroking it gently with a smirk on her face. You didn’t know what she was planning to do, but you knew that it was definitely gonna be pleasuring. She raised her hips and hovered over your crotch, teasing the tip of your shaft on her pussy lips. Your breath started to come out shallow, the friction of her rubbing was getting into nerves as you grit your teeth when you felt a certain sensation hitting your body.

“M-Mommy, p-please…” You begged her.

“What was that baby?”

“Please fuck me mommy! I wanna feel mommy’s tight pussy and fill it up with my cum! Please mommy!” You gave in to her dominance, something that you never had done before.

Without saying any words back, she suddenly left the bed and grabbed something from her little pouch on the seat which was on her arm earlier. Before going back to the bed, she comes to your side and covers your eyes with some sort of cloth, your vision now was filled with darkness.

“Arms up.” You followed her instructions and Yeji ties both of your wrists to each side of the headboard with what you feel like a silky fabric.

“Hm, better.” You heard Yeji say before feeling the bed sink down and the warmness of her pussy was back on your erection. You also heard the sound of clothes being removed and thrown onto the floor, possibly her top and her bra which were the only things that were left on her body.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you now since you begged for it.”

You didn’t even have time to prepare yourself as Yeji lowered down on your shaft, letting you feel the tightness of her pussy. She didn’t care about adjusting to your size anymore and kept slamming down her hips at a wild pace with a few satisfying groans from her sinful lips.

“Ahh fuck, you fill me up so well.” Yeji moaned as she slowed down her movements.

“Mommy’s so tight…”

Feeling that her hand was now on your stomach, you can imagine that Yeji was riding you with her ass facing towards you. You were a little frustrated at not having the vision of her perfect butt bouncing up and down your cock, but all these props that were put onto you were definitely increasing your arousal. Your shaft was drowned with her juices as you heard the wet sound of both of your crotches slapping against each other.

You never knew that you had a submissive side, and you have to thank Yeji for unlocking this new side of you. Sweat formed on both of your bodies as the air around was getting hotter due to her constant pace of riding your length. Suddenly, your cock impales her deeply until it reaches her g-spot, earning a loud sensual moan from Yeji.

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spot…”

Yeji penetrates herself in that same position over and over again. Her legs and body shakes in response, oxytocin fills her bloodstream in a large amount as her walls strongly clenches on your shaft. It wouldn’t take much longer for the both of you to reach your peak.

“Oh yeah, mommy’s going to cum all over your cock baby.”

“M-Me too, m-mommy, please don’t stop!”

“I would never.”

A few more slams was all it needed for Yeji to orgasm, drenching your cock with an enormous amount of her juices as her walls pulsated around your cock with such intense pressure. It causes you to hit your climax quickly after hers, emptying all of your build up load and filling up the entirety of her insides. You pull on the fabric on your wrists while moaning in a loud volume, wanting to hold her close as you orgasm but you were glad enough that you were deep inside her warm pussy.

“Ahh, fill me up, fill me up….” Yeji said as you sent a few more shots of your thick seed into her womb.

As you both were a panting mess, Yeji lifts off of your shaft inch by inch, both of your mixed cum slowly drips out of her before it leaks out in a large amount and stains the bed below. You felt Yeji’s hand taking off your blindfold and once your vision was back, a sight of Yeji showing her pink splayed lips that was messy with both of your juices. She sighed in satisfaction and leaned her head close to your ear to whisper something.

“From now on, you will be mommy’s fucktoy.”

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hazbbyhaz · 4 years ago

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sleepless || harry styles

twenty five

pairing: harry styles x OC

synopsis: the new girls first day

disclaimer: making fun of someone’s appearance

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Avery entered the small café shivering from head to toe. It was raining cats and dogs outside, the light jacket she had thrown on in a rush was completely soaked. As agreed upon the previous day, she arrived half an hour early to work. She could hear Tom's distant chatter as she made her way behind the counter.

"Avery, there you are!" With a smile on his face, Tom rushed from the back office to where Avery is standing. Avery took note of how nervous and jumpy he was, almost on edge, and only a mere second later she understood why. Standing only a few feet away from her was the new girl. She looks very pretty, with her hair tied up in a french braid, her minimalist clothes, and her pearly white teeth adorned in her smile, she was the poster for the cafe's target audience. Young, hopeful, and high off of the feeling of being alive.

"This is Sarah," Tom walks towards the girl and gently nudges her towards Avery. "today is her trial run for the job. If she does well, she will get the position." He continues and Avery can feel her body go into flight mode. The uncontrollable thoughts and racing heart only a second away from taking over. What if she doesn’t take me seriously? What if she is so good that Tom fires me? What if- all of those thoughts cease as she hears Harry’s voice ring through her head. You’re okay, Ave. With his words repeating in her head like a mantra, she smiles at Sarah, takes a deep breath, and lets those other thoughts go with her exhale.

"Hey, I'm Avery. It’s really nice to meet you!" She extends out her hand to the girl in front of her, focusing all her concentration on stopping its incessant shaking,but instead of Sarah returning the gesture, she simply looks at her outstretched hand before turning her attention back to Tom.

"So. how often would I be working?"

With a sigh, Tom runs a nervous hand through his already ruffled hair. "We'd have to figure that out. During the week, Monday and Tuesday are the busiest, so it would probably be best for you both to work together. On the weekend we will definitely need two sets of hands on deck. As for the rest of the week, we will have to work that out once we get everything set in stone.”

She nods, letting her eyes roam through the room before retreating back to his figure. She looked at him as if she were waiting for something, like she was executing him to say something more. "Right... so Avery will be the one showing you around this morning! I have to make a few phone calls before we open up for the day... Avery?"

"Let's begin the tour!" She murmurs quickly. Avery links her hands behind her back to hide their shaking that has yet to stop. Tom sends her a thankful smile and disappears into the back room, leaving Sarah and Avery to the day's task.

"So... uhm... the first thing done every morning is to set up the floor, we need to put the chairs down around the tables.” Avery explains, her voice breaking after every few words. “Our outdoor seating is stacked in the back since… as you probably know, it is winter…”

Sarah does not move to do anything, opting to watch Avery clumsily remove the chairs from the tables. The sounds of the chairs being put onto the ground was, unknowingly, making Avery jump "And then I put the menus on the table and a little candle cause uhm… it adds a nice, comforting touch."

"You're very jumpy" Sarah’s comment comes off cross. With her arms crossed tightly over her chest and the look of near disgust on her face, she continues to stare Avery down, demanding some type of explanation.

"Pardon?"

"You're like..." The brunette proceeds to pull her shoulders up, recreating Avery's uptight posture and her quivering hands. "and you speak too quietly. I really can't understand you when you don't speak up."

"Sorry..." Even with Sarah complaining about her quiet voice, her apology came out in a whisper. She hoped, more than anything, that the girl would stop mimicking her. She couldn't stand looking at it. She couldn't stand it because she knew that it was accurate. She knew that she really looked like that, she knew it, and even she hated looking at it. How could anyone stand to look at her when she can’t even look at herself?

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry." She repeats, this time a bit louder. With a sudden wave of tears, her vision is becoming blurred, and her words are beginning to shake. She has not been picked apart like this in a long time.

"Are you gonna cry?" Sarah asks, brows raised and a devilish smirk on her face. What is she trying to do? Why is she talking to me like this?

“I'm not. " Avery quickly wipes her eyes before retreating behind the main counter, starting to turn on the various coffee machines and checking over their delivery reports.

"Aren’t you supposed to be explaining what you are doing? That’s what Tom said, anyway. " Sarah questions, sitting down on a bar stool in front of Avery, resting her elbows on the counter.

"I’m sorry, but I am not in the mood anymore," She continues to face away from the girl, focusing her attention on putting their baked goods into their display windows.

"Oh, is someone upset?"

"Please stop talking to me like that!" Avery exclaims, but her voice is still so frail that the message holds no confidence. It was more of a plea than a real request.

"I just think someone your age should be able to handle things better. No need to get upset over a simple comment." Sarah shrugs, but before she can say anything else Tom comes back with a confident smile on his face. Avery assumes that his call went well. She’s glad that something did.

"Alright girls, how is everything coming along?" His gaze switches between the two, Sarah has a beaming smile on her face while Avery’s eyes are so focused on a report that she is sure she could burn a hole straight through it.

"Great!” Sarah grins, gracefully standing up. "Avery and I get along great. I hope you consider for me this job, I really adore this little café."

"Oh well that's great!" Tom smiles. "I will get back to you soon about the position. Have a good day!"

"Thank you so much! You both have a great day yourselves!" Sarah grins, shaking his hand. "It was really nice to meet you, Avery." She adds before grabbing her umbrella and walking out into the rain.

"So, what do you think? Did she get the hang of everything?" Tom asks, taking over Sarah's place and sitting down on one of the bar stools.

"She's really great, Tom." Avery could hear the hesitancy in her lie, but she was glad that Tom did not pick up on it.

"Great."

"One bite" Harry argues, taking the pizza piece out of the cardboard box and holding it out to Avery just to see her shake her head.

"I'm not hungry, Harry" She murmurs , sipping instead a bit of her peppermint tea and leaning back into the cushions of the sofa. The small lie fell from her lips without a second thought, but Harry noticed it right as the words hit his ears.

Seconds after her shift ended at the cafe, Avery was rushing out the door. More than eager to retreat back to the safety of her flat. She hadn't been settled for more than a minute before Harry was knocking on her door. The unannounced visitor had her on edge, but opening the door to his calming figure holding a pizza box was a nice surprise.

"You need to eat something, Ave" He sighs, placing the piece back in the carton before sitting down next to her. The first thing Harry noticed after arriving at her flat was her demeanor. Her spirits seemed dimmed, her hands shakier than he liked, all the light had vanished from her eyes. Their dullness and pale tone of her skin made her look like that of a ghost.

At the party she had seemed fine, tired yes, but overall okay, and now she looked far from it. Harry immediately regrets the cup of coffee he brewed her the previous night, he had helped her with avoiding sleep. feeding into the problem that is so desperate for a solution.

"When was the last time you got a few decent hours of sleep?" He asks quietly.

"I'm not going to sleep," Harry reaches his arm towards her, trying to ground her, but she rose up from her spot on the couch too soon. His arm falling back to his side. He watched as she collected empty teacups, their saucers, and put them into the sink. As the faucet was turned on, sponge lathered in soap, Harry made his way to Avery's side.

"You need to sleep," He sighs, carefully placing a hand on her arm in an attempt to lead her away from the dishes.

"You look sick, love."

"I can't," She shakes his hand off, stepping back towards the sink. In a drowsy haze, she stumbled over her sock clad feet, almost hitting her head on the counter. Before she can comprehend what has happened, two arms lace themselves around her waist, gently pulling her into the safety of a warm chest. "please just leave. I’ll be okay."

Her pleas are softly shushed, Harry gently swaying them from side to side. With her back to his chest, Avery clings to his arms, her head falling to his shoulder.

"Look at me please...." His whispered request brings tears to Avery's tired eyes. She's too scared to look at him. To let him see her like this. She knows that once he looks at her he will insist on sleep. Part of her wants him to leave, solely because she won’t have to rest. So she can clean the few dishes in the sink, listen to the quiet murmurs of the TV set, and let her tears run freely. But she can’t, she knows that.

Harry can sense her quiet contemplation, so he gently turns her around, puts both his hands at the side of her face, making her look at him. His thumbs caressing the soft skin of her cheeks.

"I'll be right here next to you, okay? As soon as I notice there's something wrong I'll wake you up. I promise."

"You don't get it."

"No, I don't, but I'm trying. I just want to help you, Ave. This is not how you should deal with this... this is not how you should deal with your sadness." Harry whispers, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looks shocked at his words, their honesty too loud to ignore.

"I'm not sad, not always."

"I know." He places a kiss on her forehead before pulling her small frame to his chest, still swaying.

"I don't want you to leave, Harry" Her arms tighten around him. "I didn't mean to say that."

"It's okay, we're fine."

Avery is the first to step back, glancing over the kitchen before grabbing Harry’s hand. She leads him over to the untuned piano, silently signalling for him to sit on the bench before laying across it herself, resting her head in his lap.

"Before we go to bed can you play me something on the piano? please?"

He smiles down at her, her tone holding a sense of innocence he had never heard from her before. One he assumes was taken away far too early.

"What song do you fancy hearing this late at night?"

"Anything you like, but with lyrics, please. I like your singing voice."

"I think that can be arranged."

As his fingers card over the keys so effortlessly, Avery blocks out all thoughts. Her mind free from any fear, any worry. Her only focus being his voice.

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drariellevalentine · 4 years ago

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 13- Surprising Scenerio

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Liam Mercado, Ava Day, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Bryce Lahela, Danny Cardinal

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine

Warnings:- Slight angst, PTSD

Arielle’s PoV:-

You’re woke up by a loud thud sound. “Huh!” You sit up and rub your eyes until they adjust to the very little sunlight streaming from the windows.

“Well look who’s up!” You would know this voice anywhere. Looking around, memories of last night slowly recollect in your head when you spot her.

“Ava!” You’re one step away from engulfing her in a bear hug when you remember she’s pregnant.

“So I see Liam’s let the cat out of the bag, huh?”, she laughs as she wraps you carefully in a hug. “You of all people should know it’s safe to hug pregnant women.”

You snort out of laughter. “Says the woman who has an MD in gynaecology.”, you retort. Both of you giggle. “Oh, it’s sooo good to see you Ava! It’s been so long! Way too long that you didn’t tell me one, you’re engaged and two, you’re pregnant!”

“I see the two of you have gotten acquainted already.” Both of you give him a look.

“Need I remind you that Arielle was the one who introduced us? We were best friends way back.”, Ava says.

“Ok, I get the point. It’s obviously not a fight I’m going to win with my fiancée and my childhood best friend against me!”, he says raising his hand in mock surrender as he heads inside.

“We need to catch up sometime! I would love to right now but I have work in about…”, you scan the room for a clock, “...an hour. Shit, an hour! I have to go!”, you say.

“Residency’s kicking your ass, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s kicking mine too!”, she replies.

“Anyways, what are you doing here in Boston? I asked Liam but he was all”- You gesture your hands wildly.

She laughs. “I’ll tell you, on one condition.”

“What?”

“Brunch.”

“I have work.” You give her a look as she rolls her eyes. “I see pregnancy hasn’t changed your personality one bit.”, you joke.

“I meant later this week, what do you say?”

You smirk, “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“You’re not the only one who’s an intern, you know that right?”

“I know! I’ll call you, I promise!”, you say as you gather your things.

“In one month or two?”, she pokes.

“Okay, that’s just unfair. It was one time!”, you retort as you slip on your shoes.

“Where are you going already?” You turn around to see Liam dressed in work attire.

“She has work in an hour. Don’t worry, I made her promise to meet us for brunch later.”, Ava says.

“In a year or two?”, Mark asks sarcastically.

“Ughhh…. not you too!” All three of you laugh.

“Did you even eat anything?”, Liam asks.

“Nope, I’ll get something on the way.”, you reply.

“Nuh uh, sit your ass down. I’ll make you a breakfast bagel.”, Liam says.

“But”-

“Nope, you’re eating or else I’m not giving you your car keys.” You turn around to see your rose gold car keys dangling from Ava’s finger.

“Hey! I’m late for work and my boss is going to kill me!”, you say as a certain someone crosses your mind.

“Ooh! Who’s your boss?! ….is he hot?”, Ava asks with a smirk. You feel a slight blush settling on your cheeks.

“Ava! I’m right here!”

“Oh please, we’ve already established that you’re the only man in my life. Well maybe one of two…”, Ava says as she gestures to her stomach.

“Okay, now sit down, Arielle. I know you can’t resist my breakfast bagels. And I’m sure you need an aspirin for that hangover….”

One delicious bagel later, you’re in the locker room at Edenbrook with Sienna, Bryce and Elijah.

“So where’d you run off to yesterday?”, Elijah asks.

“Wait, she didn’t go back with you guys?”, Bryce asks.

“Nope!”, Sienna replies.

“I stayed at Liam’s house last night, and no Bryce.”, you respond as you grab your towel and shower gel.

“No to what? I didn’t even ask a question!”, Bryce asks.

“Exactly, keep your mouth shut.”, you reply while slipping into the shower. After pulling on a pair of scrubs, you head towards the nurses’ station.

“Hey Arielle, here for the PITA’s tests?”, Danny asks.

“Huh? Who’s PITA?”, you ask.

“PITA is a name the nurses gave Mr. Platt. It stands for pain in the ass.”, he says as she laughs.

You groan. “Ugh, you’re right about that. That man just loves to call my credentials in question! If he wasn’t a patient, I would just”-

“Woah, woah, woah. Take a chill pill. Heard that Dr. Ramsey assigned you this case, wouldn’t want to blow it if I were you.”, he says as he hands you the tests.

“God, nurses are like spies these days. They seem to know everything!”

You look through the test results as you walk up to Mr. Platt’s room.

“Damnit! These are negative too! Ughhhh…”

You take a deep breath before entering Nigel's room. You fake a smile as you enter.

"Good morning Mr.Pl-" you start to say as nicely as possible before he interrupts.

"Know what's wrong with me?" He asks angrily.

"No, not yet," you say sympathetically, " You recent tests came back negative as well."

"This is absurd," he burps, " I’m calling consumer affairs. I'll have you demoted before you can blink!”, he rudely barks at you. Your anger is starting to flare.

“Keep your cool, Arielle. He’s still a patient.”, you say to yourself.

"Why don't you get some rest while I figure out how to help you, Mr. Platt?" You reply as nicely as you can.

"Why don't you send someone worth listening to?", he says. The utter disrespect in his voice makes you want to sock him in the jaw. But instead, gritting your teeth you walk out of the room.

"Turn the A/C down while you are at it, will you?" He calls out from behind but you decide not to shout back, your hands curling into fists.

You make your way towards Dr. Ramsey's office. Your steps are slow and unsure as you question your abilities.

“Maybe father was right? After all, he always believed I wouldn’t be able to help people, at least in this way.”

You shake your head, as a futile attempt to throw the self-doubts outside your head. Bad memories surface, past fights and conversations arise. Words repeat again and again until you find it hard to breathe.

“Damn it!” Taking a few deep breaths to center yourself, you continue to his office.

“Come on, Arielle. You are capable of anything. You’ve come this far. What’s one patient?”, you try and convince yourself. That's when you spot Ethan. Anger boils up inside you, seeing his nonchalant face look over charts, assigning you this case for “a reason”? And when you ask, “figure it out”! What the hell does that mean?! You need answers, everything else can wait.

So you run up to him. "Dr. Ramsey, we need to talk!”, you voice louder than you expected.

“Yes?”, he asks with a questioning look, surprisingly ignoring your raised voice.

You steel yourself. “Mr. Platt is rude, belligerent and always questioning my credits. I would like to be taken off of this case.”

He looks at you for a second, straight in your eyes and says, “No.”

You’re taken aback, completely forgetting that you’re talking to your boss. “What?!”, you gawk.

“No. What part of that did you not understand?” Without waiting for your reply, he swiftly steps into his office and closes the door in your face. The anger gets to you, and against all common sense you pull open the the door and storm into his office. Ethan’s face betrays him, portraying his imminent shock.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m trying to know why you’ve assigned me this case!”, you say a little loudly.

“I already told you to figure it out.”, he says coldly.

“Well I tried but the only reason I came up with is that it’s a joke.”, you say completely burnt out.

His face turns deadly serious. “Do I look like someone who uses patients as a joke?”

“Well I don’t know! It feels like you’re punishing me!”

His face is slightly red as he suddenly gets up, his chair tumbling down to the floor. “And why would I punish you, for God’s sake?”, he asks as he takes long strides towards you.

“I don’t know, maybe because you enjoy it!!”, you shout completely out of your mind.

"You need to keep your personal feelings sperate from your professional life, Dr. Valentine." He shouts, hurting you more.

He doesn't even let you say anything, " I'd think very carefully before you say something to embarrass yourself even more." He slams his hand on his desk.

You can feel tears welling in your eyes, you close your eyes for a second in a attempt to make them stay there.

"Would I be saying anything that wasn't true?" Anger can be still hinted in your voice. "You told me you have me that awful patient for a reason! But you won't tell me what the reason is! You won't even take me off the case! Why?"

"Because I assigned you to the case to challenge you! To push you!" His voice bellows.

"To push me?" You let out a humorless laugh. " To push me to what?" You shout.

"To be the best doctor you can be."

"I selected you for a reason. I selected you because I saw something special in your application."

All the wind is knocked out of you. Shock and embarrassment taking your anger‘s place." Wait… you selected me?"

"Yes. It was my evaluation that got you matched here. I believed I saw someone who could be truly great," he says his voice filled with disappoinment.

"It's very rare that I am wrong, Rookie. But I'm willing to admit when I am," he paused," And I was wrong about you.”

“I was wrong about you…”, the phrase triggers something in your mind, it being played on a loop inside your head.

The words are like acid poured on you, making memories surface, memories which you buried deep inside you a long time ago.

Your father’s voice takes over your mind. “I thought you were mature, and understood the importance of what I’m talking about! Turns out, you are just a disgrace to this family. I had such high hopes for you, but I was wrong about you. Don’t ever tell anybody that you’re apart of this family, you’ll bring nothing but shame and bad luck to this family. After all, ever since you were born everything went downhill…” The words your father spoke, each feeling like a knife embedded deep inside your heart, are playing in your head again and again. You shout, not being able to take it anymore.

Ethan’s PoV:-

Seething, you look to your side seeing the young resident gasp as she takes in the shocking information you just relayed. You’re about to shout again when instead you turn around, pinching the bridge of your nose and sigh. You turn around, ready to reprimand her when you notice her pale face. She’s on her knees, hands around herself in a protective way and having a difficult time to breathe.

“Fuck!” You bound towards her calling her name but she doesn’t hear you. Her small whispers turn into agonised shouts.

“No, no, no, no! Stop! Please, no!”

You sink down to your knees and try to calm her down. “Arielle, look at me…Arielle!” She finally looks up, violet eyes wide and breath ragged.

“Listen to me. To my voice. I want you to take a deep breath, five times.” She nods and tries to take a breath.

“That’s it. In and out, five times.” Her breathing and heart rate start to normalise when you notice your pulse racing. As she collects herself, your mind puts the pieces together. You lead her to the small loveseat in your office and hand her a bottle of water.

“...you’re suffering from PTSD, aren’t you?”, you ask.

“I was. My last attack was 4 years back.”, she replies softly, the usual melodic tone of her voice completely gone without a trace.

“4 years? Then why”-

“My last attack was when I had gotten a really bad score on one of my midterms because I was sick. Luckily, my professor allowed me to retake the test though. The attacks started after the big fight with my father. Sometimes I would feel like whatever my father said was right or sometimes events would instigate it but they haven’t happened for a while.”

“So why suddenly now?”, you ask.

”I’ve just been feeling a little unsure of myself, with the fellowship competition and Naveen… All the tension probably just built up…”

You nod. “Residency can be stressful, especially the first year.” Suddenly she looks around and abruptly gets up. You realise you’ve been holding her.

“Uh, I should get going. My lunch break is almost over.”

“You should.” You walk towards your desk to pick up another one of Naveen’s tests when suddenly Arielle swivels around, almost colliding with you.

“Sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me…” She stutters. “Um…uh I just wanted to uh.. thank you. So, thank you, Dr. Ramsey.” You look down, her violet irises cauciously peering into yours. Her face slightly tilts upward as her perfectly pink lips slighly apart. You stare at her eyes, like inevitable magnets, attracting you even closer when her pager suddenly beeps, pulling both of you back into reality.

Her eyes widen as her cheeks turn a shade of pink. She says something extremely rapid which you can’t make out as she rushes out the door. You slump down in your desk chair, raking a hand through your hair.

“Damn it…”

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Authors’ Note:- Hey everyone! So, you guys are going to hate us even more cause guess what?! We’re going on a two-week break! Aurora has exams and I just finished mine (well, I when I post this I would have) and we found it convenient cause it’s a cliffhanger...of a sort. But don’t worry, we will be posting Character Moodboards and Aesthetics for all the characters and pairings instead for the next two weeks so stay tuned for that!

Let us know if you want to be added to my taglist!

Love,

@drariellevalentine 😘

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greekletters · 5 years ago

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... I'm alive, promise!

Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates/posts. I recently adopted a puppy and she takes up a large chunk of my free time. But I have finally finished another prompt!

I’ll Never Unsee That

“Oh! I have an idea, let’s play truth or dare.” Ruby suggests. And Blake feels the hair on the back of her neck bristle up.

“YES!” Nora is suddenly incredibly invested in truth or dare, and no longer in the bowl of popcorn in front of her.

“I’m game to play. But only if we do dares only, truth is always so boring.” Yang smirks and joins the group in a circle on the floor.

“I think it’s a childish game and don’t see the appeal.” Weiss sticks her nose up but sits down anyways.

“So that mean you’re in, ice queen?” Yang shoves Weiss’ shoulder, almost knocking her over.

“Of course I’m in, you brute.”

Blake silently takes a seat across from Weiss. Not really enthusiastic about playing, but everyone else had committed and she didn’t mind being able to look at Weiss for a while. Not that anyone would ever know that.

“I haven’t played this game in so long. This should be fun.” Pyrrha’s enthusiasm on the other hand, was palpable.

Clearly, she’d never played this game with Nora and Yang before.

“I’ll go first since it was my idea to play. And Blake, since your are sitting to my right, you get to ask the dare.”

“Lovely.” She takes a deep breath. “But I want to establish the ground rules. First, no naked dares. I can’t take another month worth of Goodwitch’s detentions.”

Yang and Nora audibly groan. But Blake continues on.

“Also, no dirty dares. If I have to explain to Ruby what a lap dance is one more time, I’m going to need therapy.”

“I still don’t really get it.” Ruby mumbles.

“Oh come on, Blake! If we can’t do any of the fun ones then what’s the point?” Yang crosses her arms in disappointment.

“I guess you will just have to use your brain and be creative then, huh?” Weiss jabs at Yang, which gains a snarl from the blonde.

“Now, now, let’s play fair. Blake, go ahead and start.” Pyrrha is still way too excited.

“Fine. Ruby,” Blake looks around for ideas. Eyes coming to rest on the items on the kitchen counter. “I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard.”

“That’s it?” Clearly offended, Yang rolls her eyes.

Ruby hops up from her place next to Blake and moves to grab a spoon.

“Did I say spoon? I meant the soup ladle.”

“That’s more like it.” The smirk on Yang’s face is telling.

“What if it makes me sick?” Ruby can’t help but ask.

“If you throw up before you finish it all, you have to complete a second dare.” Blake clarifies as Ruby squeezes the yellow mustard out of the bottle and into the soup ladle.

“Okay. Ready?” Ruby asks the group even though it doesn’t really matter how ready they are. But they all nod in confirmation, Pyrrha giving a supportive thumbs up.

After the first bite, Ruby visibly gags but keeps her mouth closed.

“Get it together Ruby, it’s just mustard.” Weiss offers up her version of support.

“I’d like to see you eat it then.” She shoots Weiss a glare before taking her third bite off the ladle.

“Lick the spoon! Lick the spoon!” Nora chants after Ruby finishes the final bite, shaking off a chill at the same time.

“Yeah no thanks.” Ruby leaves the spoon in the kitchen and comes back and takes her vacant place in the circle.

“Alright, your turn Ruby.” Blake says, looking at her expectantly.

“Okay, um, Nora.”

“Yes!” Nora throws her fist in the air. Overzealous as ever.

“I dare you to eat a whole piece of paper.”

“Easy.” Nora scoffs as she gets up and grabs someone’s notebook off the desk and rips out a fresh piece of paper.

“Are you going to rip it up or just eat it whole?” Weiss looks absolutely horrified.

“Does it matter?” Yang says eagerly as Nora crumbles up the piece in a ball and puts it in her mouth.

“Fascinating.” Pyrrha says, unable to take her eyes off of Nora as she chomps on the paper repeatedly.

Taking a huge gulp, Nora swallows the mouthful of paper in one go.

“Like I said, easy. Who wants to go next?”

Yang starts beating her hands on the ground. Wanting to get picked, knowing Nora is her best chance to have something completely ridiculous to do.

“Alright, Yang. I challenge you..” she walks over to the kitchen and grabs a bag of grapes from the fruit bowl and comes back over to the circle “to put as many grapes as you can in your mouth.”

Yang catches the bag as Nora tosses it her way and sits back down next to Weiss.

“Piece of cake. Or should I say, piece of grapes.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

“You make no sense, ice queen.” Blake rolls her eyes as Weiss and Yang go back and forth while Yang starts shoving grapes in her mouth one after another.

After a minute or so, Yang has put nearly twenty grapes in her mouth. She looks like a chipmunk.

“Nineteen. Come on Yang, I bet you can do another few grapes.” Pyrrha claps her hands together excitedly as Yang keeps going.

“Roh kay. Ron morh.” The five others watch eagerly as Yang puts one final grape in her mouth.

As soon as the final grape is in her mouth, Yang raises her hands in victory and yells triumphantly. The force of her yell causes the grapes to shoot out of her mouth. One of which hits Blake in the side of her face.

“Oh sick.” She wipes what she assumes to be spit off the side of her cheek.

After she wipes her mouth and collects the rolling grapes off the floor, Yang pops one in her mouth and starts to eat them.

“Foul. Vile. Putrid.” Weiss still disturbed by Yang’s behavior. Yang seems unbothered by Weiss’ opinion.

“Alright.” Tossing another grape in the air and catching it in her mouth. “My turn. Blake, you’re up.”

“Can’t wait.” Her monotonous voice drips with sarcasm.

“Since you were easy on Ruby, I’m going to do you a favor.”

“So kind.” Blake rolls her eyes.

“Take your socks off.”

“That’s it?” Weiss’ voice is shrill from the surprised tone.

“With your teeth.” Yang smirks, knowing Blake can’t stand feet. “While you’re standing up, can’t make it too easy.”

Blake shrugs and stands up. How hard could it be? After a minute or so of struggling, hopping on one foot, Blake learns this may be harder than she thought.

“Quit hopping around and focus.”

“Weiss, I don’t need any tips. I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that so? Because it looks like you’re about to-“

Before Weiss can finish, Blake slips and tumbles to the ground, biting onto the end of her sock as she falls.

“HA!” She says proudly as she holds the sock between her teeth.

“One down, one to go.” Yang says.

“You can do it Blake! Don’t fall this time though, that looked like it hurt.”

“It did.” Blake groans as she stands back up. This time, easily pulling the second sock off her left foot. “Is it my turn again?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, um I guess I’ll pick Pyrrha.” Noticing that Pyrrha looks way too eager to play this game, Blake decides to take it upon herself to take that excitement down a notch.

“Oh excellent. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“How are you excited when you don’t even know what I’m going to ask you to do? Wait, never mind. Doesn’t matter.”

“Cut to the chase, Blake!” Nora is bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Go lift up the cushions on the couch. And you have to put whatever you find in your mouth for ten seconds.”

“Savage.” Yang nods in approval.

“Ew.” Ruby grimaces.

Pyrrha walks over to the couch and begins to lift up the cushions one by one, noticeably more skeptical.

“Oh! That looks gross. Get that one!” Nora shouts as Pyrrha lifts up a cushion, uncovering what appears to be an old potato chip.

Hesitantly, Pyrrha leans over and grabs the chip in her hand and eyes it suspiciously and opens her mouth.

“Pyrrha, please don’t Yang and Jaune sit on that couch. Gods know where it came from.” Weiss all but begs her not to eat it, as Pyrrha closes her eyes and pops the chip in her mouth.

Blake’s eyes go wide, Weiss’ mouth falls open and Ruby covers her eyes. Yang stands up and claps, Nora cheers.

As soon as her ten seconds is up, Pyrrha runs over to the trash bin and empties her mouth, and subsequently her stomach into the container below.

“I’ll never unsee that.” Weiss looks away, disgusted.

After rinsing her mouth out in the sink, Pyrrha takes her seat next to Weiss once again.

“Trust me, you weren’t missing anything.” She looks around the circle to see who should go next. Only one person was left. “I guess I have to pick you then?” Looking over at Weiss.

“I suppose.”

“Make it something good Pyr, she’s the last one.” Yang leans over and bumps shoulders with Pyrrha.

“Alright then. Um, Weiss, I dare you to..” Weiss looks like she’s holding her breath and could pass out at any second “send your crush a text and say that you love them.”

“Cold blooded.” Blake murmurs, looking to the side, not envious at all.

“Well at least we know Jaune won’t be getting a text from Weiss.” Nora rolls onto her back in laughter.

“Hey, that’s not very nice. Jaune is a really nice guy.”

“We all know you got a thing for mop head boy, Pyr. But I highly doubt Weiss is about to send Jaune a message.” Yang looks across Pyrrha, over to Weiss. “Right?”

“If I refuse to complete the dare, what are my options?”

“You can’t refuse, it’s the rules.” Ruby says defiantly. “I had to eat an entire soup ladle of mustard, you can send a single text.”

Weiss looks to the floor and wrings her hands uneasily.

“It’s easy Weiss, you don’t even have to tell us who you send it to.” Blake tries to make her feel better. “I mean, it could be someone’s lucky day.”

“Exactly. You could make someone’s dream come true. Maybe they feel the same way. You never know.”

“Okay, okay. Hush. All of you. I’ll do it.” She pulls her scroll from her pocket and holds it in her hand.

After a moment of staring, Weiss begins to navigate to the correct app and quickly types out a message. Reading it over a few times before taking in a deep breath and hitting send.

“See? That wasn’t that bad, was it?” Yang teases.

And Weiss looks across the circle and catches Blake’s eye, but the expression on her face is hard for Blake to read. It’s somewhere in between scared and sick.

“Weiss, you alright?” Blake asks, but before Weiss can answer, Blake’s scroll makes a noise on the floor beside her. Letting her know she has a message.

She picks it up and unlocks the screen, eyebrows furrowed as she reads the message on the screen. After about the third or fourth time her expression softens and she looks back up at the girl across from her.

“Weiss?” Blake now shares the same look on her face as Weiss.

Yang looks back and forth between the two of them until she realizes what happened and her eyes go wide.

“No fucking way..”

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Here is a puppy pic, just because. Her name is Luna. : )

#rwby monochrome #rwby checkmate #rwby fanfiction #Blake Belladonna #weiss schnee

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guessmonsta · 5 years ago

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hello my queen... returned to her castle I see? Could you please do a thing just like the Kuroo one except Kuroo is Bokuto's wingman? I'm so soft for them and you ohmygoodness

You’re adorable and I appreciate you so much. For legal reasons I created a fake cafe called The Gazelle. I’ve used it like twenty times if this is a real place I’m so sorry

It was a very rare occurrence for Bokuto to be awake before noon on a weekend. It was even rarer that he was sprinting across campus to get to Kuroo’s dorm at nine in the morning. Campus custodians gave him weird looks, girls walking to their professors office hours giggled at him, but he just kept running.

Kuroo lived on the eighth floor in the farthest dormitory building from Bokuto’s. He ran up the stairs, skipping two as he went, and once he finally got to Kuroo’s door, he didn’t even bother to knock, he just slammed his fist against the door in one harsh blow.

From inside, he heard Kuroo mutter a quick, “fucking hell,” to his roommate before the door swung open in his face. Kuroo didn’t look amused, and scanned Bokuto up and down before he snorted, covering up his mouth with his hand.

“I’m not gonna judge your lifestyle bro,” Kuroo snorted, “but literally, what the hell.”

“Listen, hear me out,” Bokuto began, still slightly out of breath. “The cute girl who works at The Gazelle has a shift right now.”

“What?” Kuroo stared at him dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Me and, and a couple of my friends from statistics have been taking notes on each time she works. She always works Saturday mornings so-” Kuroo cut him off by laughing again, then stepped out into the hallway and motioned Bokuto to start walking. No matter the situation, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, Kuroo was always readily available for anything Bokuto had in mind.

“So you’ve been stalking this girl?”

“Bro, I’m not stalking her, I’m just admiring her. A-and that admiration has gotten to a kind of unhealthy level to me personally, as a person.”

“Wait, so have you actually ever even talked to this girl?” Kuroo asked, and was faced with Bokuto widening his eyes. “Dude, you’ve gawked at her every single time we’ve gone, and you haven’t even talked to her?”

“I ordered a hot cocoa from her that one time-” Bokuto sighed, “I sound like a simp.”

“Bro, you aren’t a simp. What you are is stupid. How the hell are you going to work together with your statistics friends to recreate some random girls' work schedule but you all have a D in the class?”

“Listen-” Bokuto laughed. “Sora says that she has dyscalculia, and that the rest of us probably have it too. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, Kuroo. Sorry I can’t be a perfect chem major like you.” He teased, socking Kuroo in the arm. Kuroo winced slightly, then punched him back.

“Yeah, you have your strengths for sure.”

“Okay, so I’m probably gonna actually talk to her today.”

“Wow, making big boy moves.” Kuroo laughed, “Where’s this coming from?”

“I can’t tell if it’s fake confidence or adrenaline!” Bokuto shrugged. “Both work!”

Once they entered the cafe, the familiar smell of coffee beans, warmth, and just a tinge of something else hit Bokuto and made him so much more nervous. Why should he be nervous? He was hot. He was sexy. He was 6’2 of big beefy muscle and fat ass, he shouldn’t be afraid of rejection!

But then he saw her. __ hair pulled back into two pigtail french braids as she politely took a stoners order at the counter. He finally got to see her eyes, they were __, pretty __ eyes and the cutest little smile and this cute little way her nose scrunched up when she did-

Kuroo was laughing at him. Kuroo was doubled over Bokuto’s shoulder, absolutely wheezing at him, and Bokuto no longer knew how to feel.

“Bro, not cool!”

“You’re just-” Kuroo started cackling, his signature loud witch cackle, and Bokuto felt his face flush red. The pretty barista made eye contact with him at the sound of Kuroo’s laugh, cocked an eyebrow, then went back to her order. The butterflies promptly returned to his stomach.

“The way you looked at her bro-” Kuroo hiss whispered. “Priceless.”

“Get your shit together dude, you gotta be my wingman!”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Kuroo managed to choke out between laughs. “This is too much.”

“You’re horrible! I can’t be my own wingman! How am I supposed to hype myself up without looking like a complete jackass-”

Before Bokuto could finish, he realized that they were next up to order. Pretty __ Eyes looked at him and cocked her head, a shy, playful smile crossing her cheeks.

“Hi there! How can I help you today?” She chirped. Awh, even her customer service voice was adorable, he thought to himself. He sighed, trying to suppress a goofy smile on his face. Somehow, Kuroo got it together enough to stammer out, “Hey, hi, yeah, can I get uhhhh… iced latte with oat milk and vanilla flavoring please?” like a dork would.

Bokuto was so caught up thinking about how the prettiest girl in the world was somehow working at a cafe and not walking the runway, and why Kuroo would order something with oat milk out of all things, to even realize that he had to order next. Before he could snap out of his daze, he heard Kuroo laugh.

“Sorry about my friend. When he was born, all his brain cells were converted into sexy instead.”

The barista covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh, and Bokuto felt a hot blush run up his neck. He would’ve punched Kuroo in the arm, but figured he had to keep his cool.

“I-” The barista giggled, not even trying to hold back her laugh. “I mean, yeah, good for him?”

“Oh yeah.” Kuroo leaned his arm up on the counter. There was nobody else behind them, and Kuroo knew what he was doing. “I mean look at the guy. Seventy four inches of pure, raw sex. Do you like volleyball?”

At this point, Pretty __ Eyes was borderline hysterics. Bokuto was starting to think Kuroo was less of a wingman and more of his own, personal jester.

“Yeah, I played in high school.” She responded. Cute, and played volleyball? Bokuto just felt the blush just hotter.

“Yeah, this guy right here, Owlboy Sexyman, he was the fourth best ace in the country, don’t you know. Fukurodani’s captain.”

“Oh wow, you guys went to Fukurodani?”

“Nah, just him. I’m not even a fragment of how cool Mr. Sexyman here is.” Kuroo pointed at him with his thumb, then shook his head. “And he has a fat ass.”

She laughed, and shook her head.

“And does Owlboy Sexyman want anything today?”

At this point, Bokuto couldn’t hide his blush. He knew if he opened his mouth to start talking, he would end up sounding like a dog toy.

So he just stood there.

Kuroo sighed, and kicked him in the shin, which caused him to jump.

“Seems like he’s just too damn sexy today! No brain cells in sight. He’ll take a large iced hot chocolate with extra whip.”

“Sounds great.” She giggled. “Since you guys literally just made my whole shift, I’m gonna give you twenty percent off today.”

“Thank you, you’re a doll.”

When they stepped aside to pay for their drinks, Bokuto burst out laughing. Kuroo looked down at him, and choked back another cackle.

“Did you like what I did there?”

“You-” Bokuto snorted, “Are so fucking stupid.”

“Ah, it’s my specialty.”

“That definitely did not work at all. If anything, she probably likes you from that whole show you put on.”

“Nah, she didn’t look interested in me. Worst case scenario, at least we made a pretty girl laugh at your expense!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Bokuto shrugged.

“Iced latte for Kuroo!” Pretty __ Eyes called out, then handed the drink gingerly over to him. He took a dramatic sip, then sighed.

“Hits the spot.”

“How the heck do they even… milk an oat.” Bokuto muttered, and Kuroo shrugged.

“I dunno. How do they milk almonds?”

“Do almonds have boobs?” Bokuto asked, a little bit too loud.

“Iced hot chocolate for Owlboy Sexyman!”

The moment she announced this, Bokuto wheezed, and Kuroo spit his coffee out in the most violent, dramatic, and cartoonish way possible. Bokuto didn’t know whether or not to keep laughing, or start crying. Kuroo had iced coffee dribbling down his neck like a toddler, but even he himself couldn’t stop laughing.

Bokuto looked up to see Pretty __ Eyes hunched over the serving station convulsing as well. Bokuto walked over to her, and bowed his head in shame, all while laughing.

“I am so-”

“Who the hell are you two!” She stammered between giggles. Bokuto noticed her eyes were brighter when she laughed. He had managed to stop laughing but the smile on his face only grew. She was beautiful and he had no idea how to handle it.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” She shook her head. “Your friend has to clean that up, because I’m definitely not going to.”

“He will, he will. “Bokuto looked back over at Kuroo, who was still laughing to himself hysterically, his face buried in his hands. “I promise we’re not on drugs.”

“Hey, it’s college. No judgement.” She smiled, Her fingertips brushed his as she handed him his drink. He noticed that she had scribbled her number on the side of the cup, and the dying blush on his face returned. His mouth gaped a little bit, then he looked back up at her.

“My name is not actually Owlboy Sexyman.”

“I would hope not.” She smiled. “I’m __, by the way.”

“I’m Bokuto.”

“Bokuto.” She repeated, then smiled. “We should hang out sometime. I don’t know many other people around here who play volleyball.”

“Oh, wow, I-” Bokuto nodded and smiled, looking a little bit dumb as he did. “That’s awesome! That’s great! That’s great.”

“See you around then?” She cocked her head. Bokuto nodded a little bit too aggressively.

“I’ll see you around!”

__ shot him one last smile before she turned around and walked back to the order counter. Bokuto sighed a deep sigh, and sat back down next to Kuroo, whose shirt was covered in spit and coffee.

“Dude, you did it.”

Kuroo looked up at him from his hands, and smiled.

“Shit, I would hope so, because this oat milk is fucking disgusting.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! headcanons #Bokuto Koutarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #bokuto koutarou x reader

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shimmershae · 6 years ago

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Waltzing might have stalled (for the moment), but all the words and worlds crowding my brain haven't. Wanna have a look-see at some of the other little Caryl drabble-verses I'm considering turning into their own full-fledged stories (eventually)? Here you go. Tell me which one(s) you'd most like to revisit.

First up, the AU Caryl married fic where they raise Sophia. And a puppy.

“Please, Mom.”

“Sophia,” Carol warned.

“But it was an accident, Mom. He didn’t mean to.”

“Tell that to my begonias.”

She heard a snort behind her, and she whirled around to glare at her husband. He was just as complicit in the laundry list of crimes as her twelve-year-old. He didn’t know it yet, but he would pay. “Daryl, don’t even.”

“Didn’t say nothing.” He grinned, edged a little closer, penned her in against the counter. “You know you want it, Sweetheart.”

“Mommy,” Sophia pleaded.

Three pairs of puppy dog eyes stared at her until she folded, completely melted.

“Okay.”

***

“Daryl, have you seen my favorite…”

Daryl tried to hide the chewed-up shoe behind his back, but it was too late. She’d already spotted it.

“Where is he?”

“Sweetheart, just remember. Harvey’s still a puppy. He don’t know no better.”

“Harvey Dent Dixon!”

Sophia appeared behind her mother, their happily slobbering new addition cradled in her arms.

Daryl tried to warn her away with his eyebrows, but he didn’t marry no fool. His wife whirled around and angrily wagged her finger beneath the puppy’s nose.

“How do I even put up with you?”

“Mom!”

“We should have named you Wreck-It-Ralph.”

***

“Harvey, you know you’re not supposed to be in the bed.”

The puppy responded to her half-hearted scolding with a sweetly pathetic whine and a broad swipe of his pink tongue across her chin, burrowing beneath the blankets with her and flopping down in an exhausted heap.

Caught between a giggle and a sigh, Carol merely smiled and opened her eyes, thankful her husband and daughter were at soccer practice and not bearing witness to her utter failure disciplining the little obedience school dropout. “Oh, you.”

Harvey’s tail thumped lazily.

“I have a secret. Two, actually. Promise not to tell?”

***

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

Daryl peeled back, let his arms fall to his sides. His blue eyes darted over to Sophia, but the preteen was looking elsewhere, anywhere but at them.

Harvey was flopped down between her daughter’s bare feet, his tongue lolling, mouth panting as he tilted his head this way and that, happily, tiredly unrepentant for the latest episode of chaos.

“Help me out here, Soph.”

“It looked dead.”

“Weren’t, though. How’s I s’posed to know Mama and Pa would go all Commando on us? Fucking squirrels.”

Carol snorted out a laugh. “Daryl!”

***

“No more dogs. How hard is it to understand?”

“Really?” Carol sighed as her husband mimicked her oft-repeated words. Twisting in her seat to face him, at least as much as the seatbelt cinched snug across her hips would allow, she challenged, “C’mon. You can do better than that, Pookie.”

Behind them, Sophia giggled.

Catching his stepdaughter’s eyes in the reflection of the rear-view mirror, Daryl narrowed his eyes. “Traitor.”

Sophia grinned, stretching out her legs and wiggling her socked feet between them, her smelly socked feet.

“Sophia! Shoes back on!”

“What your mom said.”

“Technically, it’s a kitten.”

“Pfft.”

***

“You fell asleep in the tub?”

“Third time this week,” Sophia piped up oh-so-helpfully, fingers tightening in Harvey’s collar when he made another playful lunge at their newest family member.

Coined Poison Ivy by her feline-averse husband, the kitten squeaked. Blue eyes huge, just as wet and bedraggled as Carol thanks to this latest disastrous romp, it shivered and snuggled itself into the open vee of her robe.

“Third time, huh?”

“Not now,” Carol frowned. “Sophia. Take Harvey outside. Let him chase some real squirrels.”

“But Mom…”

“Please?”

Once alone, Daryl reached for her. “Something you wanna tell me, Sweetheart?”

***

Eyeing her husband’s pale face warily, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, Carol murmured, “Did you hear…”

Daryl staggered a little on his feet, hands fumbling to find the edge of their mattress, just flopped there like a fish out of water. Still looking a little stunned, he nodded at her when she made her careful approach.

Smiling hopefully when his hands found her waist, Carol tenderly brushed his hair back from his forehead. “Use your words.”

“A baby? You’re…”

“I’m...”

“Holy shit, Sweetheart. We’re living in a sitcom.”

“Daryl!”

Frightened from her doze, Ivy mewed plaintively.

“Cat agrees.”

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Second, the AU where Carol and Daryl are partners. Purely platonic. Or are they?

“Bed, Soph. Now.”

“Fine.”

“Love you.”

“Sure.”

“Teenagers,” Carol muttered, falling back against her bedroom door. Kicking her heels off, she bent to peel the stockings from her legs, made short work of her blouse and skirt. She was down to her underwear and thigh holster before she realized she wasn’t alone.

“Keep going, Partner.”

“Fuck! Dixon! Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Exterminators, remember?”

She took off her gun, turned on the bedside lamp, rolled her eyes at the erection tenting the sheet pooled around his waist. “Seriously?”

He shrugged, grinned. “Happens.”

“Stay on your side."

***

Thing about Mason was, she was fun to fuck with. And Daryl? He loved fucking around. Both in the bedroom, and…well. Barring the field, everywhere really.

She’d left her bra on. Sexy little number. Just a lacy shadow against her pale, freckled skin.

His hands, body burned with the need to touch that skin, touch her. He didn’t. Didn’t trust himself not to take them both down a long, dark road that would consume them both. Didn’t want to put their partnership on the line that way, but fuck. She was right there. He groaned.

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

***

Carol rolled over, glared at her uninvited bedmate. “Answer me, Dixon. Who the fuck is Leslie?”

His smirk was slow. Sly. “Why? You jealous?” He deftly avoided her attempt to knee him in the nuts, pulled her leg over his hip instead.

“Dixon.”

Heeding her warning, he let her go. “Relax. Been watching tv with your ball-busting daughter.”

Carol softened. “She loves that show.”

“Yeah, well. Didn’t do much for me.”

“Your taste is questionable at best.”

“Mine? What about yours?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your UPS man wear his little shorts on your date?”

“Dixon.”

“…”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

***

“Quit moving. I’m trying to sleep. Wait. Are you…what?!”

Daryl’s hand stilled under the sheet just long enough for him to hiss, groan. “Jesus, Mason. Think you can stop screaming in my ear?” That was absofuckinglutely the wrong thing to say because those blue eyes flashed and caught fire, and shit. Shit. His hand quickly went from tugging his dick to shielding it as his partner’s small hands balled into fists, and she growled. She fucking growled. He was equal parts terrified and turned on. Alright. More like 60% terrified, 40%...

“My kid’s…”

“14 going on 40 and not here.”

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Third, teen besties Caryl AU where they both grew up with absent parents and found each other early on.

“We really doing this silent treatment shit? S’not my fault they only had one room.”

Carol heaved her duffel on top of the bed with a roll of her eyes, started digging through it like it held the secrets of the fuckin’ universe.

He wished. Some last hurrah this was turning out to be. Stuck in Bumfuck, Nowheresville in this Bates Motel wannabe. With a best friend who’d sooner rip his nuts off than utter a civil word. “Got a beer in there?”

“…”

“Shit. Sorry. Jesus.”

“…”

“Is that…That’s my shirt. So is that…wait.”

“…”

“S’Walsh, right? You crushin’ on me, Sweetheart?"

***

He was almost asleep, first decent forty winks he’d managed since they’d started this trash-fire trip when he heard it: a blood-curdling scream worthy of this place’s whole Psycho ambience.

“Daryl!”

The bathroom door bounced against the wall when he burst through it, practically broke his nose on the rebound, but that was all beside the point. Two steps inside, and Carol was in his arms. Shaking, still squealing, naked as the day she was fuckin’ born. “Shh. Got ya. S’alright. Somebody…shit.”

“Kill it.”

“A roach? Seriously? Thought you were bein’ murdered.”

“It’s prehistoric…what?”

“You’re so clingy. I love it.”

***

They checked out, ended up at some Waffle House knock-off a half mile down the road that smelled like grease and maple syrup.

Daryl had already demolished his burger, was on the second refill of his shake before he addressed the huge fuckin’ pink elephant in the room. “So, I saw you naked. No big deal.”

Carol tugged at one of her wet curls. “Great. What every girl wants to hear.”

“Yeah, well. Waxing poetic or some shit ‘bout your world class tits would only make things weird.”

“World class, huh?”

“Fuck.”

“Sharing is caring. Now, give me your fries.”

***

“Oh. Did I scare you, big boy?”

His fingers still fumbling with his half-zipped fly, Daryl scowled. “Fuck off.”

Carol sighed, gathered her loose curls in one hand, lifted them from her sweaty neck. “Would you relax? I didn’t even see anything.”

Daryl remained skeptical. “Sure?”

This time, Carol rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. Want me to tear the hinges off a bathroom door next time?”

Daryl’s ears burned with the pointed reminder, and he joined her on the truck’s old tailgate, cast his eyes to the evening sky, their surroundings. It was too…

“Children of the Corn.”

“Stop.”

***

Fourth, Sophia finds herself in a spot of trouble.

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

Beside her, Sophia moaned into the cover of her hands. “Mom, please. It’s not Cade’s fault.”

Feeling her blood pressure tick up another notch, Carol wryly reminded her teen daughter, “Of course not. I paid attention in health class. It takes two.”

“Which makes it both their faults.”

The screen door slammed shut behind the man as he belatedly joined the fray, and Carol did a double take. “Daryl?”

The boy’s shoulders lifted defiantly, but his blue eyes still looked just as worried.

“You’re Cade’s father?”

“Uncle,” Daryl clarified.

“This keeps getting better and better.”

***

Finally, because this post is too long and I'm going to have to do another one, AU. Carol and Daryl are two neighbors not-so-secretly pining over each other, and the waiting game for one of them to make a move is killing Carol’s visiting friend Aaron. He decides to help things along.

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“What? But you’re, well.” Her cheeks almost as red in that moment as her hair, Carol couldn’t even sputter out the word.

Aaron, as always, was quick to bail her out of the awkward moment. Hiding his smirk in her mad cap of curls, he took her hand in his own and pulled her against his side, ushering her quickly down the hallway to her apartment door while her neighbor—her hot, adorably awkward, single, and undeniably interested neighbor—watched. “What Dixon doesn’t know…”

“But…”

“No buts. Just play along.”

“He watching?”

“Definitely.”

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