#calvin evans fanfic

[gothicgaycowboy]

please please me

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: you persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, smut, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), brief thoughts of somnophilia, praise kink, brief mentions of breeding kink (but no really because it’s mostly just taking about cum and creampies lol), pet names (sweetheart, honey, little wife), no use of y/n, fem reader, a little fluffy ending!

A/N: this took me an embarrassingly long time to write so I hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to comment and reblog🫶

Calvin Evans was an incredibly dedicated chemist. He seemed to care more for his work than anything else in the world.

Late nights were almost always spent in his lab when he could be sure his scientific process would not be disturbed, more importantly there would be no Donatti banging on his door asking when his latest experiment would be done.

His commitment to his work is what many (even those who weren’t particularly fond of Evans) would list as one of his greatest strengths.

Not you though.

Definitely not you.

You didn’t want to be misunderstood, you were truly proud of Calvin and his work. He was a brilliant man who deserved every bit of praise he got. You would accompany him to every award ceremony and never grow tired of hearing speech upon speech about what a wonder he was in the scientific community.

But you were getting very tired of spending most nights in your home alone.

Every night for the past month at 1:35am on the dot, you would be awoken by the feeling of the right side of the bed sinking to the weight of his lanky body. He would apologize profusely for waking you so late, and proceed to move to the couch in the living room.

In the beginning you hoped you could at least have a brief moment of alone time with Calvin in your shared morning before he went off to work. But of course he had already left for his early row by the time you opened your eyes.

Even weekends weren’t sacred anymore since moving some of his lab equipment to his home office. Calvin would leave his office when you alerted him dinner was ready, you two would stick to light small talk ( “How’s your research going?” “This is delicious” “Anything interesting in the news lately?” “Have you heard about what happened to Mrs.Jones down the road?”) Cavin would eat quickly, finishing before you were even halfway through your food, thank you for the meal and quickly peck your cheek before going right back to his office.

Like any sane person you were growing impatient with your husbands never ending busy schedule. A woman has needs just like any man does and Calvin should know that very well by now.

Much of your early relationship was spent exploring all the ways you could please each other. After all, Calvin was a scientist and he would reason the best way to find out was to experiment. That meant hours wrapped up in your white sheets, christening every surface of his home, trying things you never would have even fantasized of doing in your wildest dreams.

You missed that time desperately now and you had a plan to get it back.

–

Calvin was never good at picking up on social cues. Luckily most people thought he was simply pulling their leg when he took a joke or a sarcastic comment seriously. But he knew something had changed with you the moment he stepped into your shared home that Friday night.

He still made sure to close the door with extra caution so as not to wake you, even though he ended up almost constantly waking you when he slunk into bed anyway. Going through his usual routine of removing his sweat soaked running clothes, grabbing a pair of clean pajamas, and jumping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After thoroughly removing the feeling of grime from his skin he makes his way towards your bedroom rubbing his tired eyes. He knows he has only himself to blame for his recent exhaustion but he’s never been great at putting anything before his work, and that includes sleep.

As he expects there you are sleeping sweetly, your left hand resting gently under your face. No matter how many times he sees you sleep he knows he will never get bored of it.

Calvin was quickly pulled out of his state of adoration when he realized something was off with the usual picture he was used to coming home to. You were sleeping on your stomach with your leg sticking out from the duvet. And Calvin may be downright lousy at picking up social cues but he always noticed a change in his surroundings.

You most certainly never had to worry about Calvin failing to notice a change in your style or a new haircut because he was the first to comment on it. “This new dress looks lovely on you.” he’d say while kissing the exposed bit of your shoulder.

In all the years he had known you, you never once slept on your stomach (it was a deeply inconvenient position for cuddling according to you), and you definitely never let your limbs hang off the bed (some old superstitious fear you had as a child that stuck with you into adulthood).

He decided to investigate further, even if it turned out to just be him reading too much into it.

Striding over to your side of the bed he looked for anything else that might be out of place. Your breathing was normal, the book on your bedside table was laying in the same place you put it all other nights, and your nightly glass of water sat empty. He was about to scold himself for being overdramatic when his eyes caught the lack of fabric on your shoulders.

Maybe you purchased a new sleeveless nightgown, Calvin tried to reason with himself. Maybe it was just a particularly low neckline or perhaps the fabric matched your skin tone so well he just wasn’t seeing it, after all the room was dark. Yes, that was possible.

Of course he couldn’t leave it at that - oh why didn’t he leave it at that and go right to bed? “You’re being ridiculous,” he scolded himself like a child in a whisper. “Just take a quick look, there’s no harm.”

Carefully he reached for where the blanket met your exposed back, making sure not to graze your skin, as much as he wanted to.

Sure enough there it was, you, completely exposed to him. The sides of your breasts pushing out against the mattress and your round ass on full display. “Shit…” the words fell out of Calvins mouth before he could stop them. He felt like a stupid teenager getting his first glance at a nude woman all over again.

Thoughts of temptation filled his mind. What would happen if he did touch you? If his hands slipped down towards the space between your thighs. Would you wake suddenly furious that he would ever wake you from your peaceful sleep? What about encouraging him to join you and take off his towel?

Of course he wouldn’t ever be sure of the real answer as Calvin could not bring himself to touch you while unconscious. It would be downright ungentlemanly.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts.

Calvin was lifting the edge of the duvet to cover you back up when you began to move. Panic filled him as he froze completely, fearing what you would think if you caught him ogling you in your sleep. Luckily enough for him your eyes did not open, but something unexpected did come out of your mouth.

At first Calvin thought he was hearing things, maybe the exhaustion of all these long nights in the lab were finally getting to him. Although that was a strong possibility in his mind there was no doubt the noises he was hearing were coming from you. Noises he was all too familiar with. Soft, breathy, moans.

This was not a sound Calvin knew you could make in your sleep. So similar to the sounds you let out when he was on top of that if he closed his eyes he would swear that’s where he was. While being swept up by his own imagination he nearly missed the words you spoke. “Mmph…Calvin…”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could no longer ignore the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his waist. Dropping the blanket back over you, he rushed back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink Calvin ripped the towel from around him, freeing his hard cock. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth he spit a glob of saliva into the center of his palm. Wasting no time at all he reached down and grasped the base of his throbbing length causing a gasp to escape him. “Fuck,” He moaned, his voice trembing with arousal. Calvin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate for a release.

Reminiscing about the last time he had gotten you all to himself Calvin began working his hand over his cock. The way you bit your bottom lip when you were close to orgasm, how soft your ass felt in his hands, or how you begged him so sweetly to cum inside of you. “Oh honey,” he groaned with teeth clenched. The more he thought about you the closer he got to the edge.

Keeping his arm still Calvin started bucking his hips forward, fucking his fist while picturing you on your knees below him. Your big doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent glint was his weakness. How was someone even able to look so naive with a cock between their lips? “That’s it, God you're so good to me,” he could no longer hold back.

Picking up his pace Calvins mind went blank, only the sensation of his impending orgasm could be felt. A jumbled mix of curses sprung from his lips as he watched the cum shoot from the tip of his cock onto his fist.

Calvin remained silent in the bathroom, the only sound to be heard was the heavy panting noise of him trying to catch his breath. After a few beats he decided it would be best to clean up the mess he had made, put his pajamas on and get out of there as soon as possible. God forbid you wake up for a late night bathroom trip and see him like this.

Walking back out to the living room he began to wonder how loud he had been, did he wake you with his erratic moans? Choosing to take a quick peak and make sure he hadn’t embarrassed himself further he gracefully nudged your bedroom door open a sliver. Clearly the universe was looking out for old Calvin because there you lay, sleeping soundly.

Letting out a breath of relief Calvin moved back out towards his bed tonight – the couch.

If only Calvin had stayed watching you a little longer he would have seen the sly smirk spreading across your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

–

The sun peeked through the blinds, shining directly onto his eyelids when he woke in the morning. He had been too distracted last night to set his usual 6am alarm but he welcomed the extra rest. Honestly after the night he had Calvin was surprised he slept at all.

Figuring there was no time to waste if he still wanted to go on his morning row, Calvin sat upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from his eyes. While rubbing his eyes Calvins nose picked up an array of once familiar scents: eggs, toast, bacon, and…was that pancakes? It had been so long since you last cooked breakfast for him –again Calvin knew that was completely his fault.

Cavin was starting to forget what your warm meals tasted like, becoming accustomed to eating the cold leftovers whenever he returned home. Perhaps he could skip the row, just this one time…

Strolling towards the kitchen with a smile on his face Calvin nearly tripped himself when he caught sight of you. Standing as he expected in front of the stove top, humming along to whatever song was playing in your head while carefully flipping pancakes. What he did not expect was the lingerie you were wearing while doing it. He’d obviously lost track of time while eyeing you as you noticed him, slack jaw and all.

You fully turned towards him with a smile, “Good morning sleepyhead.”

–

How you wish you had a camera near you now. The look on Calvins face was priceless. You had never seen him so stunned before, and that includes the first time you agreed to go on a date with him.

“M-morning,” he stuttered, clearly trying (and failing) to fix his uncouth expression.

His gaze wandered across the outfit before him. A light pink set, silk top decorated with a delicate bow in the center of the chest, short ruffled bloomers, completed with a transparent tulle robe.

You turned back towards the stove. “Did you sleep well? I missed you last night. It’s always so lonely in bed without you,” you said, exaggerating the sadness in your voice.

That seemed to snap Calvin back to his normal self, “I’m sorry honey, you know I just worry about waking you up,” the genuine concern in his voice almost made you feel bad for playing it up so much…almost.

“Well you woke me up anyway, so why didn’t you just join me, hm?” You had a feeling you could see the panic on his face without even looking back.

A hitch in his breathing and a sudden step towards you let you know you were spot on. “When exactly did I wake you?” he questioned.

“Oh you know, when you were playing with your cock in the bathroom,” you stated it simply like you were telling him something he already knew. “I have to say I was very disappointed you didn’t invite me Calvin, you know I hate to think of all the cum you wasted without me there to clean it up.” You shut the burner on the stove off, moving the final pancake off the side with the rest.

Finished with the task at hand you looked back at Calvin. No longer the anxious face you were anticipating, no this was a look you recognized instantly, arousal.

Calvin licked his lips, “You dirty little minx,” wrapping his hands around your waist he swiftly pulled you towards him. His hot breath fanning across your face, “You planned all this out didn’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him you whipped out your best virginal response, “I have no idea what you could possibly be accusing me of Dr.Evans.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure about that?” His hands were now grazing further down your back causing an involuntary shiver to run over you. “So you didn’t sleep naked last night hoping it would drive me crazy? How about moaning in your ‘sleep’ expecting me to get hard?”

You shook your head at every accusation. Watching Calvin grow more impatient with your antics was only egging you on.

He let out a huff, “No? Not even wearing this skimpy thing to cook breakfast in?”

“How do you know this isn’t what I usually cook breakfast in? It’s not like you’re ever around when I do it anyway.” The facade you had put on dropped quickly.

It was clear a lightbulb went off in Calvins head, “Is that what this is about? Have I been neglecting my pretty little wife's needs?” He moved his head into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against your pulse.

Now it was your turn to stutter, “M-maybe…” Your eyes closed at the feeling of him being so close to you.

His lips moved to graze your neck, making his words jumbled, “Well I think I know just how to apologize for it.”

You were about to ask how when suddenly Calvins lips crashed onto yours, pushing every coherent thought from your mind. Caught off guard you forget to move your lips with his. He pulled away briefly to let out a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me,” The command was so gentle it seemed almost like a question.

You could never deny him of what he wanted. Moving back into the kiss you meet him with equal lust, like you both had been deprived of touch for years. God you missed this, the soft groans passing by your lips as your tongues melted against each other. You noticed a growing hardness pressed to your upper thigh. “Getting excited over a little kiss Calvin?” you teased. Your forehead rested against his, nudging his nose with yours.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you,” Calvins right hand moved up from its place on your back, undoing the tie in the middle of your robe. You shook it from off your shoulders, letting it fall on the kitchen floor. Calvin took a step back to get a better look at you, making you whine at the loss of contact. “So perfect for me,” he said, like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was true.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sunk slowly onto his knees.

His hands pulled at the back of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin. “I’m thanking my beautiful wife for putting up with me.”

Your eyes rolled at his dramatics. “Cavin I d-” the words ripped from you before they were even out as his lips moved to the inner part of your thigh. Dragging the delicate skin of his lips across you, your eyelids fluttered shut once more. “I should have known you would need me to take care of you,” he admitted.

The petals of his lips roaming higher up your thighs he shifted you so that your legs were flush against his torso. “Don’t you sweetheart, you need me to take care of you?” Although his tone was clearly mocking it still made you feel warm inside.

“Mhm, I do I do, please,” you nodded dumbly.

His smile pressed against your skin, “How cruel of me to ever leave my sweet wife and her needy pussy all alone.” Calvins right hand reached up to the center of your bloomers, thumb grazing over your clit.

“F-uck,” you gasped, dropping your hands to grip the base of Calvin's hair.

“You’re worse off than I thought you were,” he joked. Wasting no more time teasing you Calvin lowered your bloomers, pulling them with his teeth. Your eyes sprung open to watch him work.

Biting his lower lip Calvin admired the wetness dripping from you. “Miss me?”

“Yes, God Calvin Please,” you begged looking down at him with desperation flowing from you.

His eyes met your, “You don't need to beg for me anymore honey, I’m home now.” keeping eye contact with you Calvin kissed your aching clit. Gradually escalating from sweet pecks to open mouth licks you could feel your knees lock below you. Calvin shifted your left leg over his shoulder to drown himself inside your cunt, licking from your clit to your opening.

Moans falling from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “Yes, fuck you’re so good Calvin,” you swore he always looked his best under you, even if your eyes were having trouble focusing at the moment.

Your praise was the only kind that Calvin cared about you recalled him telling you, and now that was obvious to you. Your words clearly have an effect on his performance. Encouraging him to lick and suck your clit with vigor. His moans vibrate your core pushing you further towards the edge of your impending orgasm.

Withdrawing his face from your pulsating cunt, Calvin lays his face on your thigh. Hastily replacing his tongue with his fingers and continuing the same motions. Seemingly mesmerized by his own actions Calvin stares at your pussy while speaking to you, “Yeah? You like when I pay attention to you?” His words came out wobbly like he was the one being pleasured.

Using all the strength you could muster you tried to really look at him like this. Face flush red leading down to his neck, your slick covering most of his chin, that one vein popping out of his temple. Never before Calvin have you seen a man look so determined to please.

“Mhm Yes, God Calvin, I love it when you pay attention to me,” you groaned.

“Good because I’ll be doing a lot more of it now.” going back in for another taste, he is like a man possessed. Calvin has always been an attentive man, inside and outside the bedroom and it was clear he was trying to prove something to you at this moment.

“Fuck I’m so close Calvin,” you warned.

He broke away from your pussy for a second time, “Yeah, you gonna come all over my face honey?”

You could no longer keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut tight. You wanted to say something- anything in response but the words failed you, opting to nod your head quickly.

“Do it sweetheart, come for me, please,” he coaxed, playing with your clit at the same steady pace he had been previously.

That was all it took for you to come, nearly collapsing into Calvin's arms. He held you upright as your orgasm overtook you. His praise continued as you came down from your high, “You're such a good little wife for me, that’s it honey, come just like that.”

After a few moments calming your breathing you decided to be brave and attempt to move on your own. You joined Calvin down on the floor, sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh as you came back to your senses, “Fuck me.”

“I would but I'm afraid I may have gotten a little overly excited,” Calvin laughed. You took notice of what he was referring to, a large wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Well I’m glad that took care of itself because I don’t know I would have had any energy to help you with it, you drained me.” You jested, but really you weren’t sure your brain was working properly enough to think, let alone suck Calvin off.

The both of you sat in a peaceful moment of silence after that, fixing the others' wrecked appearance. You realized that these were the moments you missed most when Calvin left, simply basking in each other's presence - even if nothing extraordinarily romantic was happening.

“You know when you want me to spend more time with you all you have to do is ask, right?” he broke the silence while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You know it would be a lot easier to ask you if you weren’t constantly away working or rowing, right?” you asked with the same cadence as him.

That made him giggle, “Fair point, I promise not to let my neurotic ways keep me away from you ever again.” You planted a quick peck in his lips at that, delighted to hear him say it. “In the meantime is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

You pretended to be deep in thought about his question, furrowing your brows together and tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “How about sitting down and eating the breakfast I’ve worked so hard on with me?”

Calvin moved from underneath you, causing a frown to appear on your face. He stood up and reached a hand down, inviting you to grab it and pull yourself up. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled, pulling up two chairs to the dining table.

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[floydsmuse]

hi :) welcome to my blog! i hope you enjoy your stay 🎄

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about me: meghan | 20s | she/her.

who i write for: mostly Lewis Pullman characters like Bob Floyd (top gun), Rhett Abbott (outer range), & Calvin Evans (lessons in chemistry).

my masterlists:

Bob Floyd

Rhett Abbott

Calvin Evans

my edits:

Show you off - Calvin

I’ve got my eye on you - Rhett

K. - Rhett

My kind of woman - Bob

Cinnamon girl - Lewis

4EVER - Lewis

Material girl - Jordan

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 4

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Warfare, Disease, Military Inaccuracies, Medical and Science Inaccuracies, Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Breakdowns, Gore, I think that’s it?

- Entry 3 Here -

——————————

You soared through the air in the Super Hornet as the sun gradually began to dip towards the horizon, glittering blindingly on the ocean.

You breathed in awe as you watched the clouds flit past you.

“Bradley, this is amazing. But won’t they know?”

You called over to him.

“They’ll know I took the jet, but they don’t need to know you were here.” He chuckled.

You smiled as adrenaline took over, no longer feeling the overwhelming weight of guilt.

“How are you feeling?” Bradley asked.

“Amazing.” You breathed, “This is so much fun.” You chuckled.

“Good! Worth the reprimand I’ll get later for taking the jet then.” He mumbled, a wide grin on his face.

“What?!” You gasped, “Bradley, I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“I knew what I was getting into when I asked you. Don’t worry about it, my Godfather is Captain of our squad, worst I’ll get is an earful.”

You sighed, relaxing a little bit, “Thank you.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as Bradley eventually took you back down.

He taxied the jet back into the hangar, and once you’d stopped, he helped you climb out, grabbing you by the waist and lowering you down.

You were both all smiles as you stood looking at one another for a while.

“That was… incredible. I don’t know how else to describe it.” You sighed.

“I’m really glad you had a good time.” He said stepping closer, “I hated seeing you upset.”

Your breathing hitched as one of his large hands rested on the dip of your waist, and your hands moved to rest on his broad chest so that there was some sort of barrier between you.

Bradley took one hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Rue, can I kiss you?” He breathed suddenly, his pupils blown as he looked at you wantonly.

You thought for a moment, this man was almost a complete stranger, but he was beautiful and kind and had just risked his career to take you for a joyride because he found you crying.

You nodded.

Bradley closed the small distance between you and pressed his lips gently against yours. You moaned, his lips were soft and you could taste mint, his arm wrapping around your lower back to hold you close and the other cupped your jaw as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to try and get a better height advantage, and Bradley must have noticed as he picked you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

You pulled away, breathing heavily as you looked at him, “I don’t usually do this.”

“I know, I believe you. I can hear your heartbeat from here.” He chuckled.

You gulped, you so badly wanted to just keep kissing him, but you couldn’t risk it going further, you had only known the man two days.

Bradley pressed his forehead to yours and kissed your nose, “We can stop. I’m not in a rush.”

You nodded reluctantly, and kissed him deeply once more, before lowering yourself to the ground and straightening out your clothes.

You and Bradley looked at one another and laughed awkwardly, “Well that certainly distracted me.” You confirmed.

“Glad I could be of service, miss.” He winked at you, and his hand moved to your lower back as he escorted you out of the hangar, checking every couple of minutes for lingering eyes that could catch you in the act.

Luckily you made it back inside without incident, and as you and Bradley made your way back down to the main deck where your cabins were, Bradley suddenly grabbed you gently and pushed you up against a wall.

You gasped as his lips came crashing down onto yours, but welcomed the sensation again. You kissed him hungrily now, your hands gripping his flight suit as you pulled him into you.

Bradley’s hand cupped your face while the other slid under your shirt and skimmed the bare skin of your stomach. He grunted as he felt your soft skin on his fingertips and he softly bit your bottom lip. You grinned and pushed him away.

“Ok now we have to stop.” You breathed, “Otherwise…” you trailed off, your face red and hot as you bit your lip.

Bradley chuckled breathlessly as he took a step back, and with his hands on his hips, he nodded.

“You’re right.”

“I’ll see you later, Bradley.” You smiled, panting, and walked away.

You left Bradley grinning like an idiot alone in the hallway as you disappeared out of sight. He was in trouble.

—————————————

The next day, you and your team worked hard through the day and late into the evening. A few samples of the NVB had been secured and transported on board, alongside the plants you had requested and other samples for the others.

You each worked alone and occasionally asked one another for advice for cross referencing, but ultimately you had made little progress, everyone leaving extremely frustrated for the evening.

Bob showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, his nose buried in his notes. You said goodnight to everyone and made your way back over to where Bob sat, sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey Rue.” He mumbled, not looking up.

“You’re gonna need to eat and sleep soon, Bob.” You instructed.

Bob sighed, looking at up you, “I know, I just… I can’t stop, we’ve made zero progress and there are people, so many people counting on us.” He frowned, running a hand through his soft locks.

You squeezed his arm and he looked over at you again, softer this time.

“It’s only the second day, the first with the virus, it’s gonna take time. No cure that I’m aware of was ever developed in a day, let alone some Siberian Tundra Monster no one even knew existed.”

Bob chuckled, turning in his seat to face you properly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Dr Floyd.” You winked playfully, and made to stand up, but Bob grabbed your hand and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Can you stay? I could really use some company, but I’m not in the mood for the crowds tonight.”

You smiled, truth me told neither were you, and a quiet evening sounded nice after the day you’d had.

“How about I go grab us some food, and we can eat in here?” You offered, Bob nodded with a crooked smile and stood to clear the desk.

You walked briskly to the main mess hall and rounded the counter to speak to the chef.

You explained the situation that the head scientist was not feeling himself and wanted to eat in the lab, and you would be keeping him company. The head chef was more than happy to oblige. She dished up two plastic plates of lasagne and side salads and you thanked her.

When you got back to the lab, the desk was empty and Bob had turned on a few desk lamps.

“I thought it may be nicer to eat without the harsh light on, you ok with that?” He asked sheepishly. You grinned and put the food on the desk before walking back to the door and flipping the light switch so there was only a soft glow surrounding you both. Bob smiled as he set out the cutlery.

“Perfect.” You sighed, sitting down next to Bob.

“Thank you for doing this.” He said earnestly.

You nodded, “It’s actually nice, getting away from the hustle and bustle. The others are probably gonna wonder where we are at dinner though.”

“Let them.” Bob chuckled.

You ate in comfortable silence for a while, making the odd comment or noting something you’d realised during your days research. By the time you finished eating, you were about ready to sleep. You yawned and stretched in your seat.

“I make you tired, I’m sorry.” Bob joked.

You laughed, “No, you make me relaxed. There’s a difference.”

“You make me relaxed too.” He stated sincerely, looking at you with such intention it made your stomach flip and your heart race. Bob was quite tough on others, you hadn’t seen him open his soft side to anyone other than you so far.

After a moment of staring at one another, you scooted your chair closer so your knees were touching.

“Bobby can I ask you something?”

He breathed out and nodded, “Anything.”

You hesitated, unsure why you were so desperate to know his answer, but decided it was too late to retract.

“Do you feel sorry for me, for some reason?” You bit your cheek, immediately regretting the question.

Bob laughed suddenly, “What? Why would I feel sorry for you?” His eyes wide.

“I dunno, because I told you I felt out of place? You’re just… so much nicer to me than anyone else. I just want to know if it’s because you pity me or something, because if you do, I’d really rather you didn’t.” You began to blabber nervously. You became so flustered that you had to remove your lab coat.

Bob began to laugh, and you shot him a confused look.

“What?”

“You’re an idiot.” He shook his head with an endearing smile.

“I’m not following, Bob.”

“I’m nice to you because I like you. I like you a lot actually. You never noticed back in the compound but I never really needed that many plant samples, I just came to see you.” He bit his cheek as he waited for your response.

“Oh… Oh!” You suddenly realised what he was saying, and you felt your heart flutter. “You mean, you like me, like me?”

“God I’m gonna sound like such a teenager, but yeah, I like you like you. I have a school boy crush.” He chuckled, resting his arms on his legs as he glanced at the ground nervously.

You couldn’t believe it when you rose from your seat, your body seemingly having a mind of its own, and you climbed on Bobs lap.

“Woah.” He mumbled, surprised at the sudden act as he looked up at you with confused eyes.

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Luckily… I seem to have a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you too, Dr Floyd.” You purred, stroking the hair off of his forehead.

Bob moaned at the feeling, closing his eyes, his heart was racing like nothing he’d felt before. “Rue…”

You had no idea what had come over you, first Bradley, now Bob.

If you had felt more strongly for either one of them, you wouldn’t be doing this, but all you knew was that they both made you feel excited, nervous and gave you a strong sense of want, each for different reasons.

Bobs eyes, Bradleys smile, Bobs voice, Bradleys laugh, Bobs brains, Bradleys brawn. They both drove you crazy equally.

You looked into Bobs eyes when he opened them, for any sense of hesitation. When you found none, you planted a sweet, delicate kiss on his lips, and suddenly the shy doctor became brazen.

Bob swivelled you around on his lap so that you were straddling him, his strong hands supporting your back as he melted further into you, kissing you back passionately.

You moaned into him, butterflies ablaze in your stomach as your fingers tangled in his hair. Bob quickly removed his glasses and threw them onto the desk, and then stood from his seat, your legs wrapping tightly around his strong body. While you were securely wrapped around him, he took the opportunity to discard his lab coat, tossing it to the other end of the room, before swiping the plastic plates and remaining notes off of the desk and placing you down gently. You sat with Bob slotted inbetween your legs as you kissed one another feverishly.

You pulled away, knowing if you didn’t, you’d get carried away, “We shouldn’t, not here.” You breathed.

“I don’t care.” Bob mumbled, capturing your lips again. He pushed you gently so you were now propped up by your elbows on the desk, one of his hands caressing your waist as the other pressed against the desk to keep him upright.

You pulled away again with a chuckle, a hand on Bobs chest, gently pushing him back, “Bob, someone could walk in.”

Bob sighed, biting his lip, “Yeah, I know, you’re right I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”

“Me too, I’m not saying it wasn’t great to finally kiss you though.” You grinned as he helped you off of the desk.

“Been waiting a long time to do that, was better than expected.” He chuckled, and began picking the clutter up off the floor and putting everything back on the desk.

Suddenly you felt a pang of guilt, “Bob, there is something I should tell you.” You became nervous but knew you couldn’t keep it a secret.

Bob turned to look at you with a worried expression.

“I uh… there’s someone else…” you confirmed.

“I don’t follow?” Bob asked, crossing his arms and edging closer.

“I kissed someone, yesterday. A pilot, it’s stupid, but I do also have feelings for him. I know I should have probably told you that before I kissed you, I just… I really like you, and I was being selfish.” You looked at the floor, the guilt suddenly making you feel horrible.

Bob looked taken aback, and said nothing for a couple moments.

“Okay…” he murmured, “I guess I’d better get to work showing you that I’m better than him.”

When you looked back up Bob was grinning softly, no animosity in his eyes. Bob knew you weren’t his, he didn’t have any sole right, but he wanted to win you over, he knew that much for sure, he wanted you and he would do whatever it took to show you that. You, on the other hand, we’re speechless.

“Goodnight Rue.” He said lowly, gently kissing you once more before grabbing his lab coat and walking out.

You were stunned, and breathless, and elated. You knew if Bradley wanted anything more from you than just a meaningless fling, you would need to have the same conversation with him soon, and you only hoped he would take it as well as Bob had.

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“So do we know whether this thing is airborne yet or not?” Martin asked at your next brainstorming meeting.

“Well we assume it would be, this thing somehow survived being frozen solid for thousands of years, I’m sure it could withstand temperatures outside the body for a brief period. Problem is we can’t exactly test it yet.” Bob sighed, rubbing his stubble as he thought.

“We need to get some animals in here, it’s the only way we’re gonna figure out what works and what doesn’t.” Julia, a woman about your age from your biology team stated.

You were suddenly annoyed, “No. Look I don’t want to be the one who throws a wobble, but testing on animals isn’t the only way. I won’t have anything to do with it if you bring an animal into this lab.” You stated as you stood from your seat, everyone’s eyes turning to yours.

“I’m sorry Rue but if we don’t it’s just going to make it a lot harder.” Julia bit back.

“We don’t need animals.” Bob mumbled from where he sat at the end of the table, everyone looked over to him.

“There’s this thing called OOC. It’s basically a simulated organ, human cells on a chip used to mimic or simulate the activities, mechanics and physiological response of an entire organ.” He nodded, “If we can get a few of them, we will be fine, no little lives harmed. Either that or we can try in vitro, or… or we can bring in one of the infected, as a last resort.”

Everyone murmured. You smiled at him, you had never wanted someone so badly than in that moment.

You pushed the thought down and looked at Julia, who nodded quietly.

“Glad that’s settled then.” You sat back down.

After a few minutes of further talk, you each moved to your stations to work for a while. Julia barged passed you and mumbled ‘fucking hippy’ under her breath, you rolled your eyes and decided to take your notes out to the empty mess hall to read and give her some space.

As you walked passed Bob, you stopped to let him know where you were going.

“Hey, Julia’s in a mood with me. I’m gonna give her some time to cool off and go do some reading in the mess hall.”

“You want me to have a word with her?” Bob asked, eyebrows pinched.

“No, no, all good. I’ll be back in a little bit, if you need me you know where I’ll be.” You smiled at him and made your way out the room.

The halls were quiet and you imagined most of the crew were out on the flight deck or relaxing in the common rooms that were scattered throughout the ship.

You walked into the mess hall and were happy to find it was mostly empty, so you put your books and notes on a table in the far corner, and began to read and reread through them. You’d done diagrams and cross sections of common plants as well as more rare and poisonous plants. You were well aware you couldn’t just go pumping people full of poison, but you also knew certain plant properties could be isolated and used without their more lethal components, much like how foxgloves have been used as a medicine for heart disease.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been reading, and you were deep in thought when a strong pair of hands appeared on the table at either side of you. You looked up to see caramel eyes, and smiled.

“Oh hey Brad.”

“Hey beautiful.” He chuckled, moving to sit next to you.

“You not working today?” You noted how he wore his sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Nah day off. I was gonna ask you if you were free, but I guess you have to work a lot when you’re off saving the world.”

You laughed, “Yeah yeah, don’t give me a big head.” You brushed him off.

“Are you free later, when you’re done with… all of this.” He gestured at the table full of notes.

“Uhm, yeah I think so. Look, Bradley while you’re here, we sort of need to talk.” You sucked a deep breath in as you turned to face him fully.

“Ok what’s up?” He asked, leaning his arms on his legs.

“I don’t know if I’m maybe reading into this more than I should, and maybe you were just after a little fling, which is fine if you are, but… if you’re not then I do need to tell you that there’s someone else.” You waited nervously for his response.

Bradley nodded, and his brow furrowed for a minute as he processed your words.

“It’s that other scientist guy you’re always with, isn’t it?” He asked, not sounding angry, but you could certainly sense a hint of jealously in his voice.

You nodded.

“Yeah I thought so, he’s always looking at you the way I do. Can’t say I blame him. Do you wanna be with him?”

“At the risk of sounding greedy, I want you both. I feel the same about both of you.” You confirmed. You wanted to be as honest as possible with him, if you’d be sharing a ship with these two men for who knows how long, the last thing you wanted was any awkwardness or pining.

Bradley grinned at your words, “At least I’m still in your top two.” He grinned and you laughed, relieved he didn’t seem to hate you for it.

“So what are you gonna do? Host a fight to the death?” He joked as he stood up.

“If that’s what it takes.” You winked. Bradley shook his head as he chuckled down at you.

“You sure are something else Rue. Guess I better get to wooing.” He looked around the room and upon finding it empty, he bent down and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“If you’re free later, come by my room.” And with that he was gone.

You sighed, this was going to be difficult, and you didn’t think they’d much enjoy sharing you.

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- Entry 5 Here -

I don’t have a Taglist for this series but I will be updating my Masterlist as I go 💛

[ryebecca]

For your first time writing Calvin, I'd say you did it pretty damn well! This was so soft! So sweet! So lovely! ✨

Would you write “finding small spaces of calm and comfort” for Calvin? I know he’s a newer character, so no pressure😊🫶🏼

Ohhh, this is my first time trying to write for Calvin! I hope I did him justice! 🫡

“Calvin?” you murmured, knocking gently on his closed study door. You waited a moment, but when there was no reply, you tried again, a little harder this time. “Dinner’s ready, love.”

You could hear a few things shifting behind the door, but still it didn’t open.

“Calvin!” you said more insistently, your knuckles rapping firmly on the door. “You haven’t eaten all day. It’s time for dinner.” Your voice brooked no argument and you rested your hands on your hips, tapping your foot expectantly.

It had been a bad day. Donatti had been breathing down Calvin’s neck about his research proposal more than usual as of late, and today they had gotten into a heated argument about funding that resulted in Calvin leaving the lab early and storming home. The fact that he’d received another letter from the woman claiming to be his mother had done nothing to improve his mood. He’d been holed up in his study all afternoon and evening, refusing to come out even when you tried to bring him lunch.

You tried not to take it personally. You knew he preferred to hide away when he got in a dark mood, not wanting you to see that side of him. You tried to tell him all the time that you loved him no matter what, but he still seemed to have a hard time believing that.

This time, however, you weren’t going to let him hide.

“Calvin!” you called again, twisting the doorknob.

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor reached your ears a second before the study door suddenly flung open.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, that deep line between his eyebrows that signaled he was either deep in thought or deeply aggravated visible as he tried to avoid your gaze.

“You have to eat, love,” you murmured softly, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Calvin seemed to relax when he felt your cool fingers brush against his face, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“I had a bad day,” he admitted quietly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked at you. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to say so.

“I know,” you replied soothingly, taking his hand in yours and squeezing. “I want to help. Please let me.”

He gazed at you without speaking for a couple moments, his fingers lacing through yours. Then he nodded.

Calvin allowed you to pull him out of his study, walking him towards the living room, where you sat him down in his favorite chair and curled up on his lap. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, just holding one another and breathing in the calm and comfort the other provided.

Dinner got cold, but you didn’t care. Letting Calvin know he was safe and loved meant so much more than dinner.

Winter Vibes for Lew Characters

[jennabarnes-blog]

Apocalypse: Survival

Cast:

Violet Parker: Scarlett Johansson

Richard Turner: Jeremy Renner

Calvin Palmer: Chris Evans

Sebastian Lockhart: Sebastian Stan

Eva Rogers: Gemma Arterton

Settings:

End of the world - Earth (apocalypse)

Plot:

Scientists have finally invented a survival kit for a whole town to use, in case the world is ending. The news report of an asteroid shower hurdling towards Earth, which no one believes, except Eva, a believer of Earth ending. The asteroids made a hole in Asia and in parts of the USA. The only surviving alive are siblings, Violet and Richard, Sebastian and Eva. They are trying to survive until they die. Violet’s only wish is for her to do the things she wanted to do on her bucket list. Then, Calvin comes into her life and changes it completely. 

Genres: 

Drama

Sci-Fi

Romance

Questions:

Will the survival kit work?

How long does Violet have until she has finished her bucket list?

A/n: This is going to be my first fanfic! I would love feedback when I start writing this! I would love reblogs, some more ideas and some followers to start off my fanfiction Tumblr career!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

More chapters coming up!

[glossope]

Q&A TAG GAME !

Tagged by @papi-chulo-seb Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better  

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Fav solo artist(s):  Adele, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra, Calvin Harris, Thomas Bergersen

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When did I create my blog: 2013

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Followed by: seb blogs, marvel blogs, the rest are random or personal blogs

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Instruments: flute

What I am wearing: black shorts, sandals, salmon tank top

Dream job: international ambassador but also ballerina/choreographer

Dream trip: Italy, New Zealand, Jerusalem, New York !! <3 

Fav food: anything with chocolate, pasta, chicken, meatballs

Nationality: Mexican

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Last book I read: It by Stephen King

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[gothicgaycowboy]

𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑹𝒀

*𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✸ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✸ 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✸ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✸

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 3

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Warfare, Military Inaccuracies, Scientific Inaccuracies, Swearing, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Breakdowns, Alcohol, I think that’s it?

- Entry 2 Here -

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“Bradley!” You gasped, staring down at the familiar brown eyes.

“Oh, hey Rue. We have to stop meeting like this.” He chuckled.

You pushed yourself off of him as quickly as you could and wrapped the towel tighter around you.

“I’m so sorry! I dropped my clothes in the shower and thought I could chance it while everyone else was still at dinner. Don’t have a spare so was going to wait it out in my room.” You blushed, hard as you mumbled nervously.

Bradley got up off of the floor, his uniform shirt now slightly damp where your wet body had very briefly landed on him.

“I have a spare set of sweatpants and a T-shirt you could have, they might not fit but it’s better than… well I was gonna say better than nothing but I’m not sure if that’s true.” He chuckled again. Was he flirting with you?

“Uh… yeah, please, if that’s ok.” You nodded awkwardly, suddenly very conscious of how much skin was on display.

“You ok to follow me to my room? If not I can bring them to yours?” He offered, a touch of chivalry peaking through.

“I’ll follow you, quicker that way.” You smiled up at him and he began to walk.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that his room was only down the hall from yours, so you didn’t have to go far at all. He opened the door to an impeccably tidy room.

You hovered by the door way.

“Here, put this on.” He said handing you a T-shirt. “And… yeah these should fit, they gave me the wrong size.” A pair of sweatpants followed.

“Thank you.” You took them gratefully.

Bradley ushered you into the room as he walked out the door. “You can get changed in here so you don’t have to run the rest of the way to your room.” He smirked at you. You flushed red again but thanked him as he closed the door.

Once you were alone in the room, you dropped your towel and wet clothes, and quickly dressed into the soft sweats Bradley had given you, and you held the T-shirt up to take a look. A faded, soft UVA t-shirt, and you grinned to yourself as you imagined Bradley at university wearing it.

Once you were clothed, you let yourself out of the room, where Bradley stood with his back against the opposite wall. He grinned as he took you in.

“It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, it’s comfortable, that’s for sure.” You laughed, looking down at the baggy clothes. “So UVA, huh?” You quipped.

Bradley grinned wider, his smile was beautiful.

“Yeah, loved every moment. What about you, where did you go to school?”

“Harvard. Pretentious, I know, but I wanted one of their sweatshirts.” You joked.

Bradley let out a loud chuckle, your joke taking him by surprise. You stood in the hall, smiling like idiots for a few long seconds.

“Well, thank you again. Sorry I bulldozed you for a second time today.” You laughed.

“No problem, was nice to run into you again.”

You waved goodbye to Bradley and walked to your room, sighing when you got inside. It was nice to have a clean, dry set of clothes, but you made a mental note to visit Sergeant Williams in the morning for some actual clothes you could wear.

You sat on your bed for a while, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. You didn’t have any books to entertain yourself with and your phone didn’t work on board the ship.

Eventually you’d decided, even in your baggy sweatpants and mismatched t-shirt, to take the opportunity to explore the ship. You were sure most people would have finished dinner by now and be back in their cabins, so you made your way out into the quiet hallway and towards the main mess hall. You wondered the corridors that didn’t seem to be restricted, and eventually stumbled across a large room, walls laden with books. You must have found the ships library.

Quietly you stepped inside and scanned the room, there were shelves restricting your view, but you could tell there was someone inside by the telltale sound of pages being flipped, only made louder by the echo of the otherwise empty room.

You walked towards the noise, thinking if it was the librarian or another staff member, you’d ask if it was ok to be there first, but as you rounded the corner you were pleasantly surprised to find Bob, deep in thought as he flicked through a large biochemistry book.

“Hey.” You said softly so not to scare him.

“Oh, hey.” He smiled, turning to face you, his pretty blue eyes lighting up.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked, pulling out a chair opposite him.

“I’m trying to get a head start on this cure. Truth be told I don’t know where to start.” He chuckled in frustration as he rubbed his face.

“Yeah, to be honest I think they brought me here by mistake.” You breathed.

Bobs eyes shot up to look at you, concerned.

“What makes you think that?” He asked.

You sighed, “I dunno, I’m just a botanist, and here I am with some of the best scientists in the country, I just don’t feel like I should be here.”

Bobs eyes softened, and he reached across the table, gently grabbing your hand.

“Hey, you are probably the brightest and most resourceful scientist I know, and that’s saying something in my circles.”

“Ok now I know you’re a liar.” You grinned at him, squeezing his hand before you pulled it away and grabbed the book he was reading.

“Biochemistry for… dummies?” You shot him a playful glare. You were getting more and more comfortable with him.

Bob chuckled, “Well, viruses have either RNA or DNA, and Biochemistry was never my strong suit so I thought I’d brush up on some of that before we get started tomorrow. Can’t be too prepared.”

“I was actually going to go into Genealogy before I realised my love for plants, kinda wish I had now.” You sighed, handing Bob the book back. You stood to browse the shelves and Bob realised you were wearing different clothes.

“Nice sweats, you went to UVA?” He asked, eyebrows knit as you turned around and he noticed the t-shirt.

You laughed, “Oh yeah, uhm… no. I got this from one of the navy guys. I dropped my clothes in the shower.” You went red just recalling the situation.

Bob nodded, suddenly growing quiet, and went back to reading. You pretending not to notice as you went back to browsing the shelf.

You eventually found a book and you and Bob read together in comfortable silence for a couple hours. You began to yawn, which set Bob off and before you knew it, you were both abandoning your books and leaning back in your chairs as you made small talk.

“So yeah, I think if there is a God, he was definitely watching over me that day. I could have been in quarantine with the lot of them right now.” Bob mumbled, both hands joining at the back of his head as he stretched, his t-shirt riding up and exposing a toned, tanned stomach.

You quickly averted your eyes and bit your lip.

“Yeah.” You breathed, “Not gonna lie, if you weren’t here I think I’d go crazy.” You chuckled as you propped your elbow against the table and rested your tired head in your palm. “Sorry, that came out… weird.”

Bob smiled, “No, it wasn’t weird. It was nice, thank you. For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here too, Rue.”

You yawned again, your eyes fluttering closed for longer this time.

“Alright little lady, I think it’s time we got you to bed.” Bob said, standing and pulling you to your feet.

You groaned, “But it’s so far. Can’t we just sleep here?” You joked sleepily, shuffling your feet as you moved towards the door.

Bob grinned, and suddenly your feet were leaving the ground and you squealed.

“Oh my god, Bob! Put me down!” You laughed, “I didn’t mean it, I can walk!”

“I don’t believe you, if I leave you to it I reckon you’ll sleep in that corner over there.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You groaned, letting your head loll back dramatically.

Bob carried you the short distance to your cabin, and you tried not to stare at his handsome face for too long as he did. Up close, you could admire every freckle.

Once he reached your room, he gently put you down, and you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Thanks for the ride, cowboy.” You blurted out, and immediately slapped a hand to your forehead. “Also didn’t mean that the way it came out. I’m sorry.”

Bob chuckled and shot you a wink, then turned to leave as you opened your door, “Goodnight Rue.”

“Night Bob.” You smiled, closing your door.

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The next morning was chaotic, no one having been briefed on where they should be or when they should be there, so when you were awoken to a loud pounding on your door at god knows what time, you were confused and disoriented.

You threw open the door and Sergeant Williams looked at you impatiently, a hoard of scientists standing groggily behind him, obviously having just been rudely awoken in the same manner.

“Get dressed, stat! We have some work to do today.”

You quickly dressed, made sure you looked semi decent and then joined the group outside your door. You followed Sergeant Williams to a few more doors and then finally Bobs, who looked just as displeased to see him as the rest of you had.

You were then ushered to the mess hall to grab breakfast and coffee, before you were shown to the lab you would be spending the rest of your time aboard in.

Sergeant Williams gave you a brief rundown of everything, and then left you to your own devices. No one know where to start, this was way out of everyone’s league.

“Ok.” You huffed, “I think we need a team leader. That way we have a starting point and no one can just go off and do their own thing.”

Everyone murmured in agreement.

“We should vote.” Martin said, and began ripping up 19 pieces of paper.

You each took turns writing down the name of the person you felt should lead the project. Martin then tallied the votes and cleared his throat.

“It’s a tie.”

“Between who?” Alberta chimed in.

“Dr Floyd and Rue.”

“Oh, I’m happy to relinquish control to Bob.” You piped up, not particularly loving the idea of being head on a project you didn’t feel like you could even contribute to anyway.

“No, we can be co heads. I’m not always gonna be right so it will be good to have two opinions, two sets of eyes.” Bob nodded.

“Okay, if the others don’t mind that, I’m ok with it.” You confirmed.

Everyone mumbled in agreement, but a few eyes glared in your direction. You brushed it off and everyone gathered around a table to brain storm.

Hours later, after your first semi successful day, you had managed to set the lab up into sections, everyone had a clear understanding of their roles. Notes and equations covered every white board in the room and everyone felt ready for actual work to begin as soon as a sample of the virus had been safely secured and transported aboard.

You had also put in a request for several medicinal and poisonous plant types to start testing once the virus arrived.

Bob excused everyone for the day around 3pm, once it was clear there was nothing further they could do.

You were desperate for some fresh air, but you knew you couldn’t just wander outside. You spotted one of the crew lacing up her boots in the main mess hall.

“Hi, excuse me!” You said cheerily, she looked up at you with a smile.

“Hi, everything okay?” She was pretty, dark hair, dark eyes, pointy features, and wearing a flight suit, so you imagined she was an aviator like your new friend Bradley.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was really hoping for some fresh air, feeling a bit claustrophobic. Is there anywhere on board we’re allowed to go outside?” You asked nervously.

She looked at the clock on the wall and then nodded, “Yeah, follow me. I’m Natasha.” She said, extending a hand as she began to walk past you.

“I’m Rue. Are you a pilot?” You asked, shaking her hand.

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckled, and you immediately felt comfortable around her.

You made small talk as you walked through corridors and stairs and eventually the smell of crisp sea air and jet fuel filled your nostrils.

“While there’s no flight prep going on we’re allowed to hang up here, within reason.” She confirmed. The flight deck was mostly empty and the day was beautiful, you took a deep breath and stopped for a moment to enjoy the sun on your face.

“I can’t thank you enough, I needed this.” You sighed.

“No worries, it’s nice to have some fresh faces on board. Good luck with that cure.” She said with a grin as she disappeared back through the door.

You took a few deep breaths as you stared out to sea. You must have been very far out as you couldn’t see any land in the distance. You knew this should make you feel scared, but if anything you felt protected by all of the trillions of gallons water that surrounded you.

You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the guilt of being safely aboard the ship when so many millions were probably at risk of dying from a disease your compound had released.

You felt yourself begin to cry again, and you cursed yourself as you quickly dabbed away at the tears. You knew crying would do absolutely no good, you had to do everything in your power to come up with a cure.

“Rue?”

You spun around, the voice tearing you back to reality and making you jump.

Bradley stood in front of you, flight suit half unzipped, his black t-shirt revealing a toned body underneath.

“Bradley, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was up here.” You sniffled.

He walked closer, a worried look etched on his face.

“You okay?” He asked, a hand moving to gently cup your face.

You nodded, leaning into his hand without really meaning to, “Yeah. Feeling a little overwhelmed today that’s all. Just needed some air.” You said as you bit your cheek.

“I’m sorry Rue. I know it’s a bit of a nightmare right now, but I’m sure things will go back to how they were before you know it.” Bradley smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Not exactly how they were before, you hoped, as you now couldn’t see yourself going back to work in that compound or any compound similar to it. It was more of a prison than a place of work.

“Yeah, fingers crossed.” You whispered.

After a beat of silence, Bradley looked around the flight deck, and grinned at you.

“Hey, you want a distraction?” He said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Desperately.” You breathed.

Bradley took your hand and pulled you towards the hangar, “Ok let’s go.” He chuckled, “But don’t tell anyone or I’m dead meat.”

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The Containment Diaries: Entry 2

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Warfare, Military Inaccuracies (I’m but a layman, I have no idea what I’m talking about) Smut, Love Triangle, Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Breakdowns, Apocalyptic themes, Swearing, Gore, I think that’s all!

- Entry 1 Here -

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After hours of driving (or at least you thought it was, it was hard to tell in the dark of the truck) you finally pulled up to a harbour. You must have dozed off at one point, as suddenly you were lifting your head off of Bobs shoulder. He chuckled down at you and you apologised, to which he said there was no need.

You all shuffled out of the truck and another group from a second truck met you in front of Sergeant Williams who waited somewhat patiently as everyone stretched their legs.

Once everyone had their attention solely on Sergeant Williams, he spoke.

“Hello everyone, I want to thank you for your continued patience, I know it was a long drive and there’s about to be an even longer boat trip to get to your new home for the next few… well however long it takes.” He shuffled uncomfortably under his weight and the uncertain eyes on him as everyone began to whisper to one another.

“I hope no one gets sea sick.” He mumbled to himself as he started to help everyone one by one onto a large tender boat.

You climbed on and Bob followed, you stuck your hand out politely to help him on and he took it gratefully, wobbling slightly as he stepped over the threshold.

“Thanks.” He chuckled, a crooked smile forming. He certainly was handsome and you could understand the fuss.

“No problemo.” You grinned. “It’s a ‘thank you’ for letting me drool on your shoulder.”

Bob laughed as you moved to sit along the sides.

“I’d hardly say you were drooling, but I do think I heard you mumble something along the lines of ‘not meant to be here’ or something.” He grinned.

Your jaw dropped open, “No! I was sleep talking again? God, I thought I’d stopped doing that years ago.” You flushed bright red.

“It was cute. I’m honoured to be a shoulder you can… sleep on, I guess.”

You smiled genuinely at him for a moment and then nodded, “Thanks Bob.”

Before he could respond, a loud rumbling in the very far distance began to grow louder and closer, and the boat began to vibrate.

“Oh my god! Look!” Someone screamed, pointing inland.

A huge mushroom cloud in the distance began to plume with a staggeringly bright light in the centre, and you covered your eyes. A sudden burst of air hit the boat as the shockwave reached you, tossing the boat from side to side but not quite strong enough to break any windows, and Bob wrapped a strong arm around your waist as he held on to you and the boats railing.

He knew that this meant you were out of the immediate danger zone in terms of radiation, but it was not a good sign. A blast that big wasn’t the one that would have been used on the compound, and his mind began to race as you both unshielded your eyes.

“We need to go, now! Now!” Sergeant Williams instructed the tender captain, who started the engines and as soon as the mooring line was untethered, he pulled the boat out at full speed to sea.

Bobs arm was still tightly wound around you, but to be honest it was the only thing keeping you from having a full blown anxiety attack, so you said nothing as the boat made its way out to sea.

Bob, who had finally noticed, gently unwound himself from you. After checking you and the others were okay, he turned to face the plume in the horizon.

And that’s when it dawned on Bob that out there on the mainland, things had gotten out of control.

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You couldn’t believe your eyes as you pulled up to the gigantic aircraft carrier. No, gigantic wasn’t the word…colossal. It towered over you as the tender pulled up to its docking point.

You were each ushered up a tall ladder which lead to a hatch about halfway up, into a narrow hallway. Your heart was pounding as you made it into the hallway, the climb enough to weaken even the bravest of men’s hearts, and you collapsed back against the wall.

You were sure Bob had followed you up, but realised he hadn’t joined you and some of the others yet. You braved it and walked back over to the hatch, holding onto the handles at the door side as you carefully peaked your head over.

Bob was about halfway up but had stopped, Sergeant Williams trying to usher him further.

“Come now kid, we haven’t got all day!” He called.

“Yup. Mhmm… I’m… I’m gonna… I just…” he shook as he looked down at the water.

Oh no, Bob was scared of heights.

Without a second thought, you climbed back onto the ladder and began to lower yourself down to him.

“Oh for gods sake.” Sergeant Williams mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

You reached Bob and smiled comfortingly down at him as his scared eyes searched yours.

“Grab my ankle, just keep your eyes on me and we’ll go up together. Don’t look down. We’ll go as slow as you need.” You instructed.

Bob nodded, and wrapped one large hand gently around your exposed ankle.

You gently lifted that foot onto the next wrung, and Bobs grip tightened slightly as he lifted his other hand onto the wrung above. You slowly began to climb.

You hadn’t noticed another pair of eyes on you from the flight deck. A tall, tanned, moustached man chuckled down at you from his position on board, watching your heroic act unfold.

Eventually you reached the hatch door and you pulled Bob into the hallway. He sat on the floor with his back to the wall, panting. You were twice as tired having done the climb again.

“Thank you.” He panted. “You’re my hero.” He chuckled.

You grinned at him. “Any time, cowboy. Let’s just hope there aren’t any more ladders we have to climb.” You laughed breathlessly.

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After you’d all been shown to your cabins - a small dingy room with a hard bed and a no window - you were given time to rest after the long journey, and to come to terms with the intense pressure and responsibility that had been thrust onto you.

You sat down on your bed and sighed. You still didn’t think you had much to contribute, you were just a Botanist. You were surrounded by brilliant scientists and virologists and chemists who you were sure could get the job done, but you didn’t understand your place here, or of what use you could be.

You decided to take a nap, exhaustion suddenly hitting you like a tonne of bricks, and a deep sleep found you quickly.

When you woke up, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, and you felt confused, forgetting for a second where you were.

You flicked on the lamp next to the bed and sighed, suddenly remembering the day you’d had. You lay there for a moment trying to clear your foggy head, unsure of what to do next.

As if the ship had read your mind, the intercom beeped and sounded;

“Attention all crew, dinner is being served in 20 minutes in the main mess hall.”

You weren’t hungry but you knew you couldn’t just help yourself to food later when you were, so you dragged yourself out of bed and slid your shoes on. You looked in the mirror to make sure you didn’t have a bad case of bed head, and made your way out the door.

The hallway was empty and you had rather hoped there would be crew members walking around so you could follow them to the mess hall. You hadn’t been briefed yet on where anything other than the nearest toilets were, so you looked around the walls for any sort of map to help you find it.

After a couple minutes of trying, you gave up with a huff of frustration and turned to walk in a random direction down the hall, but collided into something tall and solid.

With a “oomph” you bounced back and nearly tumbled over, but a pair of strong hands grabbed your arms to steady you.

The thing you bumped into wasn’t a thing at all, but a man. A tall, tanned, ridiculously handsome man, sporting a strong moustache that reminded you a little of the dad in The Wild Thornberrys. A smattering of scars added character to his face.

“Oh, sorry! I wasn’t looking- thank you.” You blabbered nervously.

The man chuckled, a deep, comforting noise, and you smiled in response.

“That’s ok, neither was I. Are you looking for the mess hall?” He asked.

“Is it that obvious?” You sighed.

“Well I saw you climb aboard earlier, so I’m assuming you’re new to the ship.” He replied and you both started walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I’m one of the scientists they expect to be able to-“ you cut yourself off as you realised this may not yet be common knowledge and you may be disclosing something top secret.

“To find a cure? Yeah I heard about that. Good luck to you, that’s a lot of pressure.” He sighed, answering your question. “I’m Bradley by the way.” He stuck his hand out as you walked.

You shook his hand, “I’m (Y/N), but if you call me that I probably won’t even realise you’re talking to me, I pretty much just go by Rue now. Long story.” You chuckled.

Bradley nodded, “Okay Rue, well, it’s nice to have some fresh faces onboard.” He grinned, as you walked into the busy mess hall.

“Wow, so it was literally around the corner the whole time. Trust me to get lost.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Well I’m in room 12B if you ever get lost and need some help, or just some company. See you around, kid.” He winked at you and went to join his team.

Your stomach fluttered unexpectedly, but you shook it off and scanned the room for your colleagues. Down at the far end of the room, you found Bob and a few others gathered at a table, looking as un-appetised at their food as you felt. You joined the line and grabbed a plate, the cafeteria now buzzing with noise, and it only served to make you more nervous.

Once you had your food, which actually looked better than the food they served on the compound, you went to join Bob.

“Hey.” You smiled as you scooted in next to him.

“Hey Rue. You okay?” He asked, obviously noticing your dishevelled, tired face.

You nodded with a smile. “Yeah, still waking up from my nap to be honest. Did you get any sleep?”

Bob shook his head, “No, too much on my mind. My brain’s been going a mile a minute since we got here.” He admitted. What you didn’t realise was that Bob wasn’t only referring to the situation with the virus.

You nodded, “Yeah, my body has definitely reacted in the complete opposite way. I’m exhausted.” You chuckled.

“Well you don’t look it.” He lied. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from smiling too wide, his gruff voice making you feel a little less shit.

“So how do you think it happened?” Another scientist, Maria, asked from the end of your table. “The outbreak, I mean?”

Everyone uhmed and ahhed, shrugging as they contemplated the question, until someone at the table noticed something quite nauseating.

“Guys, no one from the Infectious Diseases Unit is here. Think that’s a coincidence, or…” Mark from the Chemistry lab noted.

Everyone went quiet as they let it sink in. Were they in quarantine, just waiting for you to save them?

You shuddered at the thought and rubbed the goosebumps from your arms as you thought back to that day.

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It was a normal Wednesday morning as you got yourself ready for work in your small apartment. The compound wasn’t the greatest place to work, but the pay was good and you felt like you were free to work on what you wanted to as head Botanist, so you put up with the crappy apartment, lack of things to do and the almost constant gossip. After all, you barely had any free time to think about these things anyway.

You walked the short distance to your lab, and went straight into the greenhouse to check on a couple of your new saplings. Once you were happy with their progress, you jotted down some notes and walked into the lab, putting on your lab coat as you passed your colleagues.

“Morning ladies and gents.” You said, smiling at them as you turned on the coffee machine.

“Morning Rue, have you heard the news?” Martin asked you.

“No, what news?” You asked, turning your attention to him now.

“There’s been an outbreak at IDU. Apparently it’s really bad, but luckily they realised right away and everyone’s been quarantined until they know what to do.”

“Oh my God, everyone?” You breathed. You knew a sweet couple who worked together as lab techs over at IDU, who had only just started a couple months ago.

“Yeah, everyone. Pretty scary business, I’ve never been happier to work with plants in my life.”

The days surrounding the outbreak had been tense, everyone skirting the IDU with a wide berth, worried if they got too close they’d catch this still to be named virus.

After a while everyone began to refer to it simply as NecroVirus B, or NVB.

All you knew was that it was found when some soil had thawed on the otherwise permanently frozen tundra of Siberia, earth that had been encased in ice for thousands of years, until Global Warming changed that. From what you and everyone else had heard was if infected, NVB would begin to strip the cell wall, causing your skin and flesh to rot away. It would cause your brain to swell, resulted in bizarre behaviour.

At least this is what Susan from Geology had said, and she was best friends with the Directors wife, so surely Susan knew best, according to your colleagues.

Although Bob was a Virologist, he had recently been transferred to the Biology department to do some research for a paper he was writing about the effects of certain plants on virus reproduction, and he remembered feeling a combination of relief and guilt that he had not been at the IDU that day.

The day before the evacuation, everyone had to do a mandatory blood and saliva test to rule out being infected, and luckily everyone had come back negative, as far as you aware aware, however there were now rumours that one of the scientists in the IDU had panicked when the military arrived, and made a run for it, making it through the gates by knocking a guard unconscious, who was then quickly put in quarantine when he was found. The scientist was long gone by the time they noticed.

You didn’t believe it at the time, as you were sure there would be more widespread panic if that were the case, but now you weren’t so sure, the nuke you had seen earlier all but confirming this rumour.

You now knew you were in deep, and the pressure of the task at hand was beginning to really sink in.

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After dinner, you said goodnight to your colleagues and excused yourself to go for a shower in the women’s communal bathrooms. You peaked your head inside and were relieved to find that the showers were in individual cubicles, much like a gyms locker room, so you grabbed a towel, climbed inside and undressed, the hot water washing the days stress away.

You thought about the other compound workers who got on the school busses, and wondered where they were now, and if they were okay. You were suddenly grateful that you didn’t have family to worry about, but your short lived relief was suddenly overcome with panic that you couldn’t do your part in developing a cure. You allowed yourself to cry for a while, you felt if you didn’t do so now, it would come out at a worse time later on.

When you were finished with your shower, you reached up and pulled your towel off the hook, but accidentally pulled your clothes down with it, and they landed in a puddle in the pooled shower water at your feet. You cursed and immediately picked them up, but it was too late and they were soaking wet.

“Just my luck.” You mumbled, wrapping the towel around you. You picked up your shoes and tucked your wet clothes under your arm as you scanned the locker room for anyone you could ask for a spare set of clothes.

The locker room was empty, so you decided chancing a dash from the bathroom to your cabin was more favourable than putting on wet, old clothes. You peaked your head out the door and when the coast was clear, you made a run for it, gripping your towel tightly around you. You were nearly there, you just needed to round the corner and…

WHAM!

You collided with someone again, this time you both fell to the ground, and you landed on top of them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You both said in unison, before you realised who it was.

Your face could not have been more red.

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The Containment Diaries: Entry 1

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Apocalypse AU: Loosely based on Stephen Kings ‘The Stand’

Series Summary: A deadly virus has escaped the research compound where you live and work as head Botanist. The military have evacuated and you and a few of the best and brightest have been tasked with finding a cure. Alongside you is your esteemed colleague and Virologist Dr Robert Floyd.

While aboard an aircraft carrier, you meet charming and boyish Fighter Pilot Bradley Bradshaw, and find yourself falling for both men.

As you navigate the cruel new world you’ve found yourself thrust into, who will you choose to keep you from losing your mind?

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Warnings: Warfare, Military Inaccuracies (I’m but a layman, I have no idea what I’m talking about) Smut, Love Triangle, Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Breakdowns, Apocalyptic themes, Swearing. I think that’s all!

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The first siren sounded at 2:46am. The sky was pitch black and the street lamps had not yet turned on for the morning.

You shot out of bed as your phone blared, the message flashing continuously across your screen;

‘Please stay alert for the following announcement.’

You waited as the noise continued its incessant honking, your heart in your throat as you waited.

You had all been prepped for this, an impending warning. Ever since the outbreak a few weeks ago, there had been talks of nuking if they couldn’t contain it, and you had been on edge ever since.

Yesterday the military arrived, but still you were advised that it was only precautionary and they, mostly, had everything under control and contained to the Infectious Diseases unit on the north side.

Your phone flashed again with another message;

‘All personnel to meet at the South Exit. Evacuations to begin immediately. Do not stop to pack personal belongings.’

You shot out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The cold New England winters were bitter and wet this time of year.

Although you had been told not to pack anything, you grabbed a small backpack and threw in a few essentials; your toothbrush, underwear, socks, mascara (you wouldn’t go anywhere without at least your eyes on) and then you put on your sneakers before you dashed out the door of the apartment complex.

In the dark streets lining the several apartment blocks in the compound, you saw hoards of your colleagues hurriedly exiting their buildings and swarming towards the south side. Fear and impatience already thick in the air as people pushed passed one another.

The street lamps finally flickered on, usually not doing so until 5am, they must have been manually triggered for this occasion.

You noticed how everyone had the same look of worry, etched into a deep frown on their faces. Hundreds of scared adults wrapped in their warmest civvies.

You made your way down the street as fast as you could without pushing passed anyone, and noticed that the military stood either side, funnelling everyone in the same direction.

“Come on, please. My daughter works on the north side, I need to make sure she got out ok. I’ll come straight back I swear!” A man begged one of the military personnel, who held a hand to the mans chest as he pushed him back, shaking his head.

You didn’t catch the rest of the conversation as you were now being pushed by people behind you, a desperate bid to stay on your feet or be trampled by the nervous crowd.

Eventually you reached the South Exit, a series of heavy gates flanked by guarded watch towers. The compound you worked on was so highly protected that you had to have specific clearance before leaving the compound, and no visitors were allowed.

The military stood in neat lines and directed everyone to sit down in rows, tension thick in the air as everyone wondered what was happening. After what felt like forever, when everyone had filed in, the General pulled out a megaphone and drew everyone’s eager attention.

“Alright everybody, I know you must all be scared and confused. It’s very important that everyone listens and does as they’re instructed, as we have to do this quickly.” He turned around to look at his men and women as they ushered in the last few stragglers.

“I’m going to call out your names in alphabetical order, and with your name I’m going to assign you to group A or group B. Group A, when I call your names, you will get up and form a line to the left. Group B, there will be a heck of a lot more of you, so you’ll form three or four lines over to the right.” He instructed, his arm jutting out in the direction of each group.

Everyone murmured to one another, and you sat nervously as you waited.

Name after name was called out, some you recognised and some you didn’t, people shuffling left and right and forming lines. Eventually your name was called.

You stood. “Group A!” The general instructed, and you moved towards the shorter line, considerably more nervous now than you were before. You carefully stepped over hands and legs as you stumbled through the dimly lit courtyard.

Once you had reached the line, a man in uniform placed a tag around your wrist. You flicked your wrist over and were just able to make out your name in the dark.

“I heard we’re getting shipped out to sea to work on a cure.” The woman in front of you whispered loudly to her friend. You recognised her as Alberta from the Infectious Diseases department.

“Well I’d rather be shipped off than be left here when the bombs go off.” Her friend responded.

Your heart began to pound against your chest as you listened.

“Ladies, I don’t think it’s a good idea to speculate right now. Especially not when you’re talking loud enough for group B to hear you.” A deep voice drawled from in front of the two women.

You recognised the twang and turned to look at Dr Robert Floyd as he reprimanded the two scientists, who said nothing, a sour frown on their faces.

You smiled at him, almost if to say thank you, and Dr Floyd nodded at you with a soft smile back, before turning his attention to the front of the line.

You knew of Dr Floyd from fleeting glances in the hallways of your joint apartment block and the occasional times he’d visited the Botany lab for samples of plants he needed for experimental drugs. Most of all you knew of Dr Floyd through gossip that the women in your department allowed to flow freely.

The female scientists and lab techs were shameless when it came to Dr Robert Floyd, never hiding the fact that they were obviously flirting, hard, every time he passed them in the halls or when he approached them for anything work related.

Dr Floyd was extremely handsome, undoubtedly brilliant, and, probably most endearingly, he was extremely shy around the ladies.

He could be hard on his colleagues when he knew they weren’t doing what they should be, but the moment he realised he was being flirted with, Dr Floyd would shut down and go bright red.

You, on the other hand, were not shy, but tried to stay out of everyone’s way, you were not a fan of conflict which was so often rife in the compound, and you just wanted to get on with your job.

You loved plants and you were brilliant at what you did, and to add to the brains, you were also breathtakingly beautiful, which often caused jealousy in your circles. You tried to make it from one day to the next without getting on anyone’s bad side, but it also made it hard to relax and make friends when the competition was so rife.

There were not that many eligible bachelors in the compound, and even though you were not actively on the hunt for one, some of your colleagues felt that you took attention away from them, so when Dr Floyd paid you that tiny bit of attention, the women in front of you shot you a dirty look.

You stood and waited in the short line for what felt like hours, the line for group B growing ever longer. By the time the sun poked its shining head over the cascading walls of the compound, you were finally being ushered one by one into the trucks.

You noticed group B being ushered into what appeared to be school busses, and you overheard one of the army personnel speaking with some of them.

“Your emergency contacts have been notified, they’ll be there to pick you up. Those of you without an emergency contact will be provided with basic room and board until this is all over.”

You stopped listening as you reached the truck and you were helped up into the back. You were instructed to take a seat along the side bench and you’d be briefed shortly.

You sat down next to an older Doctor you didn’t recognise, who gave you a kind smile. He must have noticed you your nervous expression as he mumbled something along the lines of “We’re in the best place we can be.” To which you forced a smile back. Your pulse was so loud in your ears you could barely focus on anything as people started to file in.

You felt someone settle in next to you, but didn’t realise who it was until he spoke.

“Hope you have some snacks in that bag. I think it’s gonna be a long drive.”

He chuckled softly, bringing you out of your trance.

“Oh.” You grinned after a moment. “No… not unless you want to eat a pair of socks?”

Dr Floyd laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

“Practical, I like that.” He said as he pulled his own backpack onto his lap and pulled out a pair of his own socks. “Snap.”

You laughed unexpectedly, a loud snort escaping you, and you clasped your hand over your mouth as the whole truck turned to look at you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, but this only humoured Dr Floyd more, a deep grin etched on his face.

“I’m Bob.” He said, sticking out a hand for you to shake. You took it.

“I’m (Y/N), but my friends and family call me Rue.” You introduced yourself.

“Why Rue?” Bob asked.

“It’s a medicinal plant I was obsessed with as a kid. I was always telling anyone who would listen about the ‘Common Rue’ and asking them if they had a headache so I could try and make them medicine.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that why you’re a Botanist now?” He asked you with a furrowed brow as he studied you intently. You were surprised that Bob remembered.

“I guess so. It was either that or art, but I figured Botany would get me into more debt and take up more of my time so I chose that.” You joked, Bob chuckled again.

Just before Bob could respond, one of the army personnel climbed into the truck and addressed your small group.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. I’m Sergeant Williams. I know this must be confusing, but everything is going to be fine. We’ve selected each of you specifically because you are the best in your field, and we need your help.” He scanned the truck making eye contact with each of you.

“The virus has been contained, for now, however we don’t know that nuking this thing will eradicate it completely.” He continued. As he spoke, people began to murmur to one another.

“I’ll need quiet please.” He instructed sternly, and the truck grew silent again.

“We’re taking you all aboard our largest aircraft carrier out in the south Atlantic sea, it’s safe and secluded and has all the equipment you’ll need.”

“Equipment for what?” Somebody asked.

“A cure.” Sergeant Williams put simply, “We need a cure. Truth be told we’ve never seen anything quite like this before. If Ebola and Rabies had a baby, even that wouldn’t be quite as bad.” He suddenly looked grave as he continued quietly. “We can try to contain this thing, kill it even, but what we haven’t told you is that we’ve been trying to do just that for weeks. We couldn’t risk letting anyone panic, so we cordoned off the infectious diseases unit and isolated anyone who came in contact with it to be sure, but it’s proving harder than it looks…” he trailed off, but soon realised how terrified everyone looked.

“However, that’s why we have our brightest and best on the job. We’ve specially selected each of you based on your knowledge and what you bring to the table, you’ll work together and before you know it this will all be over.”

“But what about our families?” Someone called.

“You’re doing this for your families! If you don’t, who do you think will be able to?” Sergeant Williams began to sweat, and as everyone whispered to one another, you sat with your head against the trucks tarpaulin wall and tried not to be sick. Truth be told, you thought you were not meant to be there. If it was only the best of the best, there was definitely some mistake. Your imposter syndrome well and truly flaring up, you thought about sticking up your hand and explaining there must have been a mix up.

But before you could, Bob turned to you with a reassuring smile, and chuckled.

“No pressure then I guess.”

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If I wrote a Calvin Evans fanfic would any of you read it👀

[fridamoss]

Please Please Me [Calvin Evans x reader]

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: You persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, smut, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), brief thoughts of somnophilia, praise kink, brief mentions of breeding kink (but no really because it’s mostly just taking about cum and creampies lol), pet names (sweetheart, honey, little wife), no use of y/n, fem reader, a little fluffy ending!

A/N: This took me an embarrassingly long time to write so I hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to comment and reblog🫶

Calvin Evans was an incredibly dedicated chemist. He seemed to care more for his work than anything else in the world.

Late nights were almost always spent in his lab when he could be sure his scientific process would not be disturbed, more importantly there would be no Donatti banging on his door asking when his latest experiment would be done.

His commitment to his work is what many (even those who weren’t particularly fond of Evans) would list as one of his greatest strengths.

Not you though.

Definitely not you.

You didn’t want to be misunderstood, you were truly proud of Calvin and his work. He was a brilliant man who deserved every bit of praise he got. You would accompany him to every award ceremony and never grow tired of hearing speech upon speech about what a wonder he was in the scientific community.

But you were getting very tired of spending most nights in your home alone.

Every night for the past month at 1:35am on the dot, you would be awoken by the feeling of the right side of the bed sinking to the weight of his lanky body. He would apologize profusely for waking you so late, and proceed to move to the couch in the living room.

In the beginning you hoped you could at least have a brief moment of alone time with Calvin in your shared morning before he went off to work. But of course he had already left for his early row by the time you opened your eyes.

Even weekends weren’t sacred anymore since moving some of his lab equipment to his home office. Calvin would leave his office when you alerted him dinner was ready, you two would stick to light small talk ( “How’s your research going?” “This is delicious” “Anything interesting in the news lately?” “Have you heard about what happened to Mrs.Jones down the road?”) Cavin would eat quickly, finishing before you were even halfway through your food, thank you for the meal and quickly peck your cheek before going right back to his office.

Like any sane person you were growing impatient with your husbands never ending busy schedule. A woman has needs just like any man does and Calvin should know that very well by now.

Much of your early relationship was spent exploring all the ways you could please each other. After all, Calvin was a scientist and he would reason the best way to find out was to experiment. That meant hours wrapped up in your white sheets, christening every surface of his home, trying things you never would have even fantasized of doing in your wildest dreams.

You missed that time desperately now and you had a plan to get it back.

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Calvin was never good at picking up on social cues. Luckily most people thought he was simply pulling their leg when he took a joke or a sarcastic comment seriously. But he knew something had changed with you the moment he stepped into your shared home that Friday night.

He still made sure to close the door with extra caution so as not to wake you, even though he ended up almost constantly waking you when he slunk into bed anyway. Going through his usual routine of removing his sweat soaked running clothes, grabbing a pair of clean pajamas, and jumping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After thoroughly removing the feeling of grime from his skin he makes his way towards your bedroom rubbing his tired eyes. He knows he has only himself to blame for his recent exhaustion but he’s never been great at putting anything before his work, and that includes sleep.

As he expects there you are sleeping sweetly, your left hand resting gently under your face. No matter how many times he sees you sleep he knows he will never get bored of it.

Calvin was quickly pulled out of his state of adoration when he realized something was off with the usual picture he was used to coming home to. You were sleeping on your stomach with your leg sticking out from the duvet. And Calvin may be downright lousy at picking up social cues but he always noticed a change in his surroundings.

You most certainly never had to worry about Calvin failing to notice a change in your style or a new haircut because he was the first to comment on it. “This new dress looks lovely on you.” he’d say while kissing the exposed bit of your shoulder.

In all the years he had known you, you never once slept on your stomach (it was a deeply inconvenient position for cuddling according to you), and you definitely never let your limbs hang off the bed (some old superstitious fear you had as a child that stuck with you into adulthood).

He decided to investigate further, even if it turned out to just be him reading too much into it.

Striding over to your side of the bed he looked for anything else that might be out of place. Your breathing was normal, the book on your bedside table was laying in the same place you put it all other nights, and your nightly glass of water sat empty. He was about to scold himself for being overdramatic when his eyes caught the lack of fabric on your shoulders.

Maybe you purchased a new sleeveless nightgown, Calvin tried to reason with himself. Maybe it was just a particularly low neckline or perhaps the fabric matched your skin tone so well he just wasn’t seeing it, after all the room was dark. Yes, that was possible.

Of course he couldn’t leave it at that - oh why didn’t he leave it at that and go right to bed? “You’re being ridiculous,” he scolded himself like a child in a whisper. “Just take a quick look, there’s no harm.”

Carefully he reached for where the blanket met your exposed back, making sure not to graze your skin, as much as he wanted to.

Sure enough there it was, you, completely exposed to him. The sides of your breasts pushing out against the mattress and your round ass on full display. “Shit…” the words fell out of Calvins mouth before he could stop them. He felt like a stupid teenager getting his first glance at a nude woman all over again.

Thoughts of temptation filled his mind. What would happen if he did touch you? If his hands slipped down towards the space between your thighs. Would you wake suddenly furious that he would ever wake you from your peaceful sleep? What about encouraging him to join you and take off his towel?

Of course he wouldn’t ever be sure of the real answer as Calvin could not bring himself to touch you while unconscious. It would be downright ungentlemanly.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts.

Calvin was lifting the edge of the duvet to cover you back up when you began to move. Panic filled him as he froze completely, fearing what you would think if you caught him ogling you in your sleep. Luckily enough for him your eyes did not open, but something unexpected did come out of your mouth.

At first Calvin thought he was hearing things, maybe the exhaustion of all these long nights in the lab were finally getting to him. Although that was a strong possibility in his mind there was no doubt the noises he was hearing were coming from you. Noises he was all too familiar with. Soft, breathy, moans.

This was not a sound Calvin knew you could make in your sleep. So similar to the sounds you let out when he was on top of that if he closed his eyes he would swear that’s where he was. While being swept up by his own imagination he nearly missed the words you spoke. “Mmph…Calvin…”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could no longer ignore the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his waist. Dropping the blanket back over you, he rushed back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink Calvin ripped the towel from around him, freeing his hard cock. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth he spit a glob of saliva into the center of his palm. Wasting no time at all he reached down and grasped the base of his throbbing length causing a gasp to escape him. “Fuck,” He moaned, his voice trembing with arousal. Calvin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate for a release.

Reminiscing about the last time he had gotten you all to himself Calvin began working his hand over his cock. The way you bit your bottom lip when you were close to orgasm, how soft your ass felt in his hands, or how you begged him so sweetly to cum inside of you. “Oh honey,” he groaned with teeth clenched. The more he thought about you the closer he got to the edge.

Keeping his arm still Calvin started bucking his hips forward, fucking his fist while picturing you on your knees below him. Your big doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent glint was his weakness. How was someone even able to look so naive with a cock between their lips? “That’s it, God you're so good to me,” he could no longer hold back.

Picking up his pace Calvins mind went blank, only the sensation of his impending orgasm could be felt. A jumbled mix of curses sprung from his lips as he watched the cum shoot from the tip of his cock onto his fist.

Calvin remained silent in the bathroom, the only sound to be heard was the heavy panting noise of him trying to catch his breath. After a few beats he decided it would be best to clean up the mess he had made, put his pajamas on and get out of there as soon as possible. God forbid you wake up for a late night bathroom trip and see him like this.

Walking back out to the living room he began to wonder how loud he had been, did he wake you with his erratic moans? Choosing to take a quick peak and make sure he hadn’t embarrassed himself further he gracefully nudged your bedroom door open a sliver. Clearly the universe was looking out for old Calvin because there you lay, sleeping soundly.

Letting out a breath of relief Calvin moved back out towards his bed tonight – the couch.

If only Calvin had stayed watching you a little longer he would have seen the sly smirk spreading across your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

–

The sun peeked through the blinds, shining directly onto his eyelids when he woke in the morning. He had been too distracted last night to set his usual 6am alarm but he welcomed the extra rest. Honestly after the night he had Calvin was surprised he slept at all.

Figuring there was no time to waste if he still wanted to go on his morning row, Calvin sat upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from his eyes. While rubbing his eyes Calvins nose picked up an array of once familiar scents: eggs, toast, bacon, and…was that pancakes? It had been so long since you last cooked breakfast for him –again Calvin knew that was completely his fault.

Cavin was starting to forget what your warm meals tasted like, becoming accustomed to eating the cold leftovers whenever he returned home. Perhaps he could skip the row, just this one time…

Strolling towards the kitchen with a smile on his face Calvin nearly tripped himself when he caught sight of you. Standing as he expected in front of the stove top, humming along to whatever song was playing in your head while carefully flipping pancakes. What he did not expect was the lingerie you were wearing while doing it. He’d obviously lost track of time while eyeing you as you noticed him, slack jaw and all.

You fully turned towards him with a smile, “Good morning sleepyhead.”

–

How you wish you had a camera near you now. The look on Calvins face was priceless. You had never seen him so stunned before, and that includes the first time you agreed to go on a date with him.

“M-morning,” he stuttered, clearly trying (and failing) to fix his uncouth expression.

His gaze wandered across the outfit before him. A light pink set, silk top decorated with a delicate bow in the center of the chest, short ruffled bloomers, completed with a transparent tulle robe.

You turned back towards the stove. “Did you sleep well? I missed you last night. It’s always so lonely in bed without you,” you said, exaggerating the sadness in your voice.

That seemed to snap Calvin back to his normal self, “I’m sorry honey, you know I just worry about waking you up,” the genuine concern in his voice almost made you feel bad for playing it up so much…almost.

“Well you woke me up anyway, so why didn’t you just join me, hm?” You had a feeling you could see the panic on his face without even looking back.

A hitch in his breathing and a sudden step towards you let you know you were spot on. “When exactly did I wake you?” he questioned.

“Oh you know, when you were playing with your cock in the bathroom,” you stated it simply like you were telling him something he already knew. “I have to say I was very disappointed you didn’t invite me Calvin, you know I hate to think of all the cum you wasted without me there to clean it up.” You shut the burner on the stove off, moving the final pancake off the side with the rest.

Finished with the task at hand you looked back at Calvin. No longer the anxious face you were anticipating, no this was a look you recognized instantly, arousal.

Calvin licked his lips, “You dirty little minx,” wrapping his hands around your waist he swiftly pulled you towards him. His hot breath fanning across your face, “You planned all this out didn’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him you whipped out your best virginal response, “I have no idea what you could possibly be accusing me of Dr.Evans.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure about that?” His hands were now grazing further down your back causing an involuntary shiver to run over you. “So you didn’t sleep naked last night hoping it would drive me crazy? How about moaning in your ‘sleep’ expecting me to get hard?”

You shook your head at every accusation. Watching Calvin grow more impatient with your antics was only egging you on.

He let out a huff, “No? Not even wearing this skimpy thing to cook breakfast in?”

“How do you know this isn’t what I usually cook breakfast in? It’s not like you’re ever around when I do it anyway.” The facade you had put on dropped quickly.

It was clear a lightbulb went off in Calvins head, “Is that what this is about? Have I been neglecting my pretty little wife's needs?” He moved his head into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against your pulse.

Now it was your turn to stutter, “M-maybe…” Your eyes closed at the feeling of him being so close to you.

His lips moved to graze your neck, making his words jumbled, “Well I think I know just how to apologize for it.”

You were about to ask how when suddenly Calvins lips crashed onto yours, pushing every coherent thought from your mind. Caught off guard you forget to move your lips with his. He pulled away briefly to let out a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me,” The command was so gentle it seemed almost like a question.

You could never deny him of what he wanted. Moving back into the kiss you meet him with equal lust, like you both had been deprived of touch for years. God you missed this, the soft groans passing by your lips as your tongues melted against each other. You noticed a growing hardness pressed to your upper thigh. “Getting excited over a little kiss Calvin?” you teased. Your forehead rested against his, nudging his nose with yours.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you,” Calvins right hand moved up from its place on your back, undoing the tie in the middle of your robe. You shook it from off your shoulders, letting it fall on the kitchen floor. Calvin took a step back to get a better look at you, making you whine at the loss of contact. “So perfect for me,” he said, like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was true.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sunk slowly onto his knees.

His hands pulled at the back of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin. “I’m thanking my beautiful wife for putting up with me.”

Your eyes rolled at his dramatics. “Cavin I d-” the words ripped from you before they were even out as his lips moved to the inner part of your thigh. Dragging the delicate skin of his lips across you, your eyelids fluttered shut once more. “I should have known you would need me to take care of you,” he admitted.

The petals of his lips roaming higher up your thighs he shifted you so that your legs were flush against his torso. “Don’t you sweetheart, you need me to take care of you?” Although his tone was clearly mocking it still made you feel warm inside.

“Mhm, I do I do, please,” you nodded dumbly.

His smile pressed against your skin, “How cruel of me to ever leave my sweet wife and her needy pussy all alone.” Calvins right hand reached up to the center of your bloomers, thumb grazing over your clit.

“F-uck,” you gasped, dropping your hands to grip the base of Calvin's hair.

“You’re worse off than I thought you were,” he joked. Wasting no more time teasing you Calvin lowered your bloomers, pulling them with his teeth. Your eyes sprung open to watch him work.

Biting his lower lip Calvin admired the wetness dripping from you. “Miss me?”

“Yes, God Calvin Please,” you begged looking down at him with desperation flowing from you.

His eyes met your, “You don't need to beg for me anymore honey, I’m home now.” keeping eye contact with you Calvin kissed your aching clit. Gradually escalating from sweet pecks to open mouth licks you could feel your knees lock below you. Calvin shifted your left leg over his shoulder to drown himself inside your cunt, licking from your clit to your opening.

Moans falling from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “Yes, fuck you’re so good Calvin,” you swore he always looked his best under you, even if your eyes were having trouble focusing at the moment.

Your praise was the only kind that Calvin cared about you recalled him telling you, and now that was obvious to you. Your words clearly have an effect on his performance. Encouraging him to lick and suck your clit with vigor. His moans vibrate your core pushing you further towards the edge of your impending orgasm.

Withdrawing his face from your pulsating cunt, Calvin lays his face on your thigh. Hastily replacing his tongue with his fingers and continuing the same motions. Seemingly mesmerized by his own actions Calvin stares at your pussy while speaking to you, “Yeah? You like when I pay attention to you?” His words came out wobbly like he was the one being pleasured.

Using all the strength you could muster you tried to really look at him like this. Face flush red leading down to his neck, your slick covering most of his chin, that one vein popping out of his temple. Never before Calvin have you seen a man look so determined to please.

“Mhm Yes, God Calvin, I love it when you pay attention to me,” you groaned.

“Good because I’ll be doing a lot more of it now.” going back in for another taste, he is like a man possessed. Calvin has always been an attentive man, inside and outside the bedroom and it was clear he was trying to prove something to you at this moment.

“Fuck I’m so close Calvin,” you warned.

He broke away from your pussy for a second time, “Yeah, you gonna come all over my face honey?”

You could no longer keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut tight. You wanted to say something- anything in response but the words failed you, opting to nod your head quickly.

“Do it sweetheart, come for me, please,” he coaxed, playing with your clit at the same steady pace he had been previously.

That was all it took for you to come, nearly collapsing into Calvin's arms. He held you upright as your orgasm overtook you. His praise continued as you came down from your high, “You're such a good little wife for me, that’s it honey, come just like that.”

After a few moments calming your breathing you decided to be brave and attempt to move on your own. You joined Calvin down on the floor, sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh as you came back to your senses, “Fuck me.”

“I would but I'm afraid I may have gotten a little overly excited,” Calvin laughed. You took notice of what he was referring to, a large wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Well I’m glad that took care of itself because I don’t know I would have had any energy to help you with it, you drained me.” You jested, but really you weren’t sure your brain was working properly enough to think, let alone suck Calvin off.

The both of you sat in a peaceful moment of silence after that, fixing the others' wrecked appearance. You realized that these were the moments you missed most when Calvin left, simply basking in each other's presence - even if nothing extraordinarily romantic was happening.

“You know when you want me to spend more time with you all you have to do is ask, right?” he broke the silence while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You know it would be a lot easier to ask you if you weren’t constantly away working or rowing, right?” you asked with the same cadence as him.

That made him giggle, “Fair point, I promise not to let my neurotic ways keep me away from you ever again.” You planted a quick peck in his lips at that, delighted to hear him say it. “In the meantime is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

You pretended to be deep in thought about his question, furrowing your brows together and tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “How about sitting down and eating the breakfast I’ve worked so hard on with me?”

Calvin moved from underneath you, causing a frown to appear on your face. He stood up and reached a hand down, inviting you to grab it and pull yourself up. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled, pulling up two chairs to the dining table.