#cod mw2019 fluff

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Alex Keller x GN!Reader

3 instances when you took care of him, 1 instance when he took care of you.

Chapter TW for mention of minor injury, swearing, OC Keller family, hurt/comfort.

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Part I // Wounded

"What did you do this time?" Arms crossed over your chest lightly, eyebrow raised. Your boyfriend and his brother had been outside for the majority of the afternoon landscaping and upgrading the backyard.

Chuckling at you softly, he waved you off with one hand. Keeping the other hidden in the pocket of his jeans. "Nothing you need to worry about, it's fine".

Eyes locking with the younger male, "Ben. What did he do?"

Ben, Alex's younger brother by 3 years, stood silently. Wide eyes bouncing between the two of you. Silently debating who's side he should be taking. Which side offered him a longer life expectancy.

"It's going to sound way worse than it actually is. Like most injuries, they look and sound horrific, but in reality, they're not that bad." Ben offered, shrugging awkwardly as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Shut up" Alex whispered, elbowing him gently. Hissing as the fabric rubbed his hand the wrong way.

"You're bleeding." You stated plainly, "Ben looks guilty, and you're bleeding."

The three of you stood in a tense silence; you and Alex having an impromptu staring war as Ben glanced between you both.

"I think you should just tell them, at least get it cleaned up." He whispered, raising his hands in surrender when his brother glared at him from the corner of his eye.

Taking a couple steps forward, pressing your chest into his, you looked up. Fingers wrapping around his wrist and gently pulling. Raising an eyebrow at the small hiss when his hand became free. Exposing the bruised nail and large cut down his knuckle.

"How?!" You whispered, pulling him over to the bathroom to begin washing the area. Debating on whether or not it was worth a trip for stitches.

"Thesawcaughttheboardthewrongway." He mumbled, grimacing as you continued dabbing the wound with antiseptic. Muscles taut as he reminded himself not to pull his hand away.

Glancing up through your lashes, eyebrows raised. "Try that again, but slower."

"I was trying to cut a board, but it caught the saw the wrong way and flipped back and caught me. I'm fin-- ow fuck!" Hand pulled into his side, dripping antiseptic and blood onto the tile below. Earning an exasperated look from yourself, met with object horror and offense from him.

"Don't give me that look when you're trying to burn my hand off!" He argued, the stinging in his hand slowly eliciting a headache in the base of his skull.

"Don't be dumb then." You shrugged, reaching for his hand. Rolling your eyes when he pivoted to hide it further. "Don't be a baby."

"Don't torture me." He countered, a mischievous smirk taking over his features as he reached down into the tub. Feeling around for the tap.

"Nope." Ben laughed, now joining the two of you in the small room. All but tackling his brother into the tub. Hugging firmly around his middle, keeping his arms trapped to his sides.

"Get 'em!" The younger Keller laughed, allowing you to properly wash out the cut and get a close look at it.

"I'm no medic, but a bandaid and rest should do you just fine. I don't think we need to bring you in." You mumbled, poking at the skin around his hand. Nodding at Ben to let him go.

"Good thing you aren't, you're mean." Alex laughed, holding the limb out steady for you to place a bandaid over it. Wrapping you into a tight hug once it was secure. "But thank you."

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If requests are still open, I'd love to hear about those Headcanons you mentioned having for Talon back when we chatted!

And don't beat yourself up for taking some you time, that stuff's super important!

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Talon Headcanons: Fluff

Trigger Warnings: honestly this is just mostly domestic fluff headcanons that i have for him skdjskdjks

♡ Despite the usually angry and standoffish exterior Talon exudes on the field, he’s an extremely loving man behind closed doors

♡ He fully believes that love is shown in many ways and chooses to show his through acts of service, quality time, and physical touch

♡ Talon loves when his partner is aware of the things he likes and returns each gesture of love he’s expressed

♡ Whenever his partner’s sick, Talon makes sure to keep them bedridden and gives them tea, medicine, and whatever else they may need

♡ He’s also the kind of boyfriend that will cuddle his partner when they’re sick despite their protests against it because they don’t want him to get sick

♡ “You know I won’t care if I get sick. You’re sore so I’m going to cuddle you and massage the pain away.”

♡ Definitely shows his partner things from his childhood as well so then they could get a sense of where he’s come from and how far he wants to go in life

♡ Most of Talon’s acts of service include not only taking care of you, but also taking care of your living space

♡ He pays a lot of attention to the way his partner wants things done and cleaned and always takes care of the home whenever he comes back

♡ Talon always gets his partner a gift, whether it be flowers or something else they might like, when he comes back from his missions

♡ Each and every anniversary, birthday, and valentine’s day, Talon gets anything they wanted; even if it was something simple or something he made by hand

♡ When it comes to physical touch, he shows his affection by giving kisses, hugs, cuddles, and massages

♡ Is always nervous when introducing his partner to colleagues, friends, and family; he doesn’t want to be judged despite making it seem like he didn’t care

♡ Talon will knock the shit out of someone if they ever dared to be rude to his partner or tried to lay a hand on them

♡ Apologizes for his crude behavior in front of his partner, but he just doesn’t want anyone to get away with disrespecting them

♡ Definitely sings for his partner; he’ll either sing romantic songs or will just hum softly

♡ Talon cooks for himself and his partner, and doesn’t mind when his partner needs help with it

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Alex Keller SFW Headcanons

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Headcanons for the man who has me in a literal and metaphorical chokehold

He is a straight up a nerd. Think: Star Wars, lego, Star Wars Lego!

Sitting on the floor, clad only in a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants surrounded by lego pieces. Eyes shining as he scanned over the instructions, soul feeling free and finally alive as he snapped the pieces together.

Soft sounds of the original trilogy playing through the speakers from the TV. Ignoring the nagging pain in his lower back as the child in him squealed in delight.

Another component completed. Now, onto bag 4.

Prefers to clean up while or after you cook, rather than cooking himself

Tending to the food in the pan, he reached around you to grab the discarded utensils. Placing them in either the dishwasher or sink; making soft comments about how many spoons you decided to use for one meal.

"If you don't like it, you're more than welcome to cook for me," you teased, watching as the man froze. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as he pointed a spoon at you.

"If it weren't for me, you'd be out of spoons 5 steps ago"

Horrible (like "reminder on the phone but will still with upmost confidence say the wrong date") with dates. Appointments and anniversaries, he's not very good. He blames it on his brain shutting off from not being in survival mode when at home, but genuinely feels bad

"Ma said they have something for our anniversary and will pop over to drop it off closer to the day. I told her it's on the 18th, so Saturday would work better, " Alex explained mindlessly, leaning back against the counter. Eyebrows raising when you froze.

Smiling softly, you whispered, "Sorry, what day is our anniversary?"

"The 18th. No, the 17th, " his eyebrows scrunched together as he thought. "No, actually 18th. Final answer" 

Leaning over, placing one hand on his cheek as you gave him a soft peck on the lips. "It's the 21st, actually"

Takes FOREVER to get ready for anything (especially fancy date nights and events)

Sitting on the edge of the tub, you watched in awe as Alex continued getting ready. Shirt still unbuttoned, belt not yet threaded through the loops of his pants; and he wasn't even halfway through his hair styling routine.

Multiple bottles and products lined the counters, all of which in use at one point or another as you sat and watched. Your outfit was ready and laying on the bed for when he was done with his hair.

After so long together, you'd become efficient in the timing of when to start getting yourself ready for a night out. Depending on which hair product he reached for next.

He has a super dark sense of humor

"Hey, since you have a ton of tattoos," you started, leaning against the doorframe as he fussed with his hair. "If a shark came and bit your arm off, would you be more upset about losing the arm or the tattoos?"

"The tattoos," he answered immediately. Pausing after to look himself up and down, nodding. "Definitely the tattoos"

Terrified of holding babies (despite being a total natural). He loves interacting with younger kids though.

"Uncle Alex!" The young boy squealed, running over and wrapping himself around the man's legs. "I'm a brother now, too!" 

Smiling down at his nephew, Alex laughed. Hoisting the boy up into his arms as he listened to the excited stories about his new little sister. Nodding along with genuine interest until the baby was brought over to him.

"Be fair. You can't just cuddle your nephew. She'll get jealous, " his sister, Ellie teased. Holding the newborn out. 

Freezing in place, as his nephew squirmed out of his grasp. Loudly encouraging him to hold the baby. Looking over at you, Alex sighed when he realized he was outnumbered.

"What if I drop her?" He whispered, fear flashing behind his eyes as the small bundle was passed over to him. The girl remained asleep as she was cuddled by tense arms.

"The obvious answer is don't." Mrs. Keller walked up behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Pressing into the tense muscles. "And relax. Things are more likely to go wrong when you're stressed out and stiff like a board"

Appreciates a good horror or FPS game - but nothing beats couch co-op and cuddles.

Snuggled against your side, he yelled nonesense as your characters scrambled around the screen. Grabbing boxes and flinging them onto the truck.

"What?!" You both laughed, watching as his character hoisted an animal into the air. "I have the chicken!" 

"We'll I'm moving an entire sectional by myself, so drop Cluck and help me!" you elbowed him lightly

Absolutley can't fall asleep in silence, no matter how hard he tries

He blames a lot of this on his childhood, the sound of clocks ticking throughout the house driving him mad. Reminding him of the sleep he wasn't getting. 

Even now, years later, as an adult, he tells you that if it's too quiet, he can still hear the distant ticking. He doesn't tell you that the silence also brews night terrors; that's not a side he wants to burden you with.

On the nights when he falls asleep alone, he'll usually have a movie or YouTube video playing in the background. If you can't fall asleep to a lot of noise, he'll opt for a fan or one of those sleep background noise tracks.

Unlike some of the other COD men -- I think he'd be the opposite of a human furnace. He'd be like a reptilian creature looking to sap your warmth at any given moment.

He makes a point to cuddle against you, as much contact between your bodies as possible. Almost like a human backpack.

"You're so warm," he sleepily mumbled, pressing his face into your back. Humming in content at the feeling of your body warming his.

His hair lightens so easily during the summer (In MW2019, he was dirty blonde. MW2022, as an operator he has dark brown hair)

"You're like two totally different people," you laughed, fingers running through the light locks as he rolled his eyes.

"It'll be back to normal by halloween," he half-heartedly grumbled. Adjusting the sunglasses on his face, holding back a smile. 

100% cries during movies, has no shame. Especially since it gets extra cuddles from you (even if you lightly tease him for it)

Your heart aching within your chest, the protagonist grieving their loss. Sighing softly, you silently reached forward, grabbing the box of tissues from your coffee table. Holding the box up to your boyfriend, who was trying (and failing) to hide his soft sniffles.

Head falling against his shoulder, feeling his arm tighten around you. His chest shaking with emotion he was trying (and failing) to hide.

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

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TW for light flirting and swearing, eventual angst

Chapter 01

Sun pouring down onto your shoulders, heat seeping through the tank top you donned. You held back a yawn as you pulled your garbage bin back to the side of your house. Wheels rattling against the pavement of your driveway as you yearned for your bed. Glancing up at the street in front of your house, your eyebrow raised as someone pulled their garbage can out to the curb. 

Garbage day was this morning, a little late to the trigger pull dude.

Debating on if you should speak up or not, biting the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you were exhausted. Your last shift weighing heavily on your muscles and bones. Walking over to correct a total stranger who can’t read a schedule wasn’t high on your priority list. 

Listening to Susanna down the block complain and pull the HOA card again wasn’t either, though.

Sighing softly, you pushed the garbage bin into it’s spot and made your way across the street. Giving an awkward wave to the man as you approached. Smiling tiredly, sliding your hands in your pockets as you began to feel borderline anxious. Awkward. Like all of this was a horrible idea.

“Hey, what can I do you for?” The stranger offered politely, his tone genuine as he leaned against the bin. 

“I live across the street, and uh noticed you pulling your bin out this morning.” You explained, pitifully. Shrugging as your mind blanked. Why were you making this so weird?!

With a soft chuckle, “I’m gathering that, as I saw you walking over here….from the house across the street. I’m Ale….n, Allen.” He offered, holding his hand out. Shaking it, you gave him your name. Ignoring the flushed feeling in your cheeks as he offered you a smile, cheeks hiding parts of his eyes as he did so.

“So, Allen. Garbage pickup is every Tuesday morning; the rest of us pull our bins out Monday night since the truck comes around at like 8.” You explained, shrugging one shoulder. Explaining how your lovely, yet stern neighbor would have his head if he left the bin out until Wednesday.

Letting out a long exhale through his nose, he nodded. Looking down at his garbage bin in defeat. Another week of waiting for it to be emptied, unless he brings the bags in himself. Without thinking, you spoke up.

“If it’s overfull already, you can split with me. Half a bin each should get us through until next week.” While the offer was sincere, you still felt like a fraud. You had never done this for any of your other neighbors, yet here you were offering to help a total stranger.

The sleep deprivation must be catching up to you; thank god last night was your last shift for a few days.

“You don’t mind? I can throw down a tarp in my vehicle and bring my stuff to the landfill. Proves me right for not reading the schedule properly.” He chuckled to himself, pushing off the garbage bin and rolling his shoulders back. Watching in amusement as you vigorously shook your head, sternly repeating your offer.

“We’ll split it, Susanna can’t write instructions clearly if her life depended on it anyway.” Waving a hand, you started toward back toward your driveway. Stopping when you didn’t hear the telltale signs of the plastic wheels rolling against the pavement. “That’s an order, Allen!” 

“Alright, boss.” Allen chuckled, giving in and pulling his bin across the street to take you up on the favour you were offering. Refusing to let you do any of the work once you reached your house. 

“You know; neighbors typically welcome each other with lasagna. Maybe a pie. Not free reign to their garbage bins.” Allen smiled at you, the expression widening as you rolled your eyes. Correcting him that this is a one time offer, and you’ll fight him if he uses your garbage bin all the time.

“Threat or promise?” He asked cheekily, slowly backing out of your driveway as you sat dumbfounded by his confidence. Racking your brain on a response as he laughed to himself. Waving to you as he made his way back to his own residence.

“He was totally flirting with you.” Your friend deadpanned that night, hands laying flat on your counter as you recounted your earlier interaction with the new neighbor. Their eyebrows raised as you shook your head.

“No, he wasn’t. He seems like one of those people that can make friends with a brick wall. Just very extroverted.” 

“Threat or promise?” They mimicked, snorting in amusement as your cheeks flushed. “I rest my case. That's totally flirting.”

Waving them off, you pushed yourself off the couch. Wandering into the kitchen to pull your shared dinner from the oven.

“It was bizarre, the way he introduced himself. It kind of reminded me of when you change your phone number after so many years of having it. Y’know? You start rattling off your old number, but stop yourself and have to actively think of what the new number is.” Your friend raised their eyebrows, trying to find a normal explanation for Allen’s initial odd behaviour.

“Maybe he’s trying out a new nickname? Or stopped going by an old one?” They offered innocently.

“Allen isn’t a nickname.” You pointed out, popping a fry into your mouth. Shaking your head unconsciously. 

“My name is Al…..len. Allen.”

“I just don't get it. He seems so genuine otherwise. Like the kind of man who would save a kitten from a tree.” You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. His words continuing to echo in your head as you worked to decipher the meaning.

Your friends wolf whistle brought you back to reality. They now stood by the window, pulling back the curtain with one finger. 

“Looks like the type of man too. Holy fuck.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you smacked your hands against the counter in disbelief.

Mind unable to form words, you made a disgruntled sound. Rolling your eyes when they waved you over aggressively. Telling you that you had to see this, no shirt. Curtains open. Holy fuck.

“Stop! Before he catches you staring and thinks it's me.” You hissed, thinking of all the different ways that interaction would go. None of them striking you as appealing.

Sound catching in their throat, your friend dropped the curtain and flopped down onto the couch. Emarased laughter muffled by the cushions as your jaw dropped.

“You're kidding!” You groaned, head falling into your hands once more. “How am I supposed to explain that without sounding suspicious! Sorry about the other night, that was my friend gawking at you through my window. That's literally the equivalent of asking for a friend.”

“Or, you could ask him for a encore performance.” Your friend lifted their head from the pillows, wiggling their eyebrows at you as they spoke. A short scream escaping their lips as you threw a balled up take out menu at them.

“Have a good shift?” Allen greeted you a week later, the moment you stepped out of your vehicle. Covering your mouth as you yawned, you nodded. Eyebrow arching as you looked over at him, standing on your lawn with a lawnmower in hand. 

“Oh! Shit, yeah. I thought I’d return the garbage favour with some free labour. You seem to work a lot, and I’m waiting on my next round of shifts to start so it felt right.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Gaze cast down to the ground as he sheepishly apologized.

“No. No apologies for doing a good thing. I’m just exhausted.” You reassured, reaching a hand out to place it on his arm. Stopping yourself before you touched him -- scanning over the shading across both forearms. “Tell you what, I’m going to sleep for a bit; but once I’m up for the night supper is on me. You choose the place.” 

Smiling at you, he nodded. “Threat or promise?”

“Threat.” You winked, leaving him standing speechless on your front lawn.

N O T E:

Funny story, actually. I started writing this series for the Alex Keller Writing Challenge. Except it's been months since that challenge ended, and I totally forgot what prompts I used. Otherwise I have all the parts written and in the queue.

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Alex Keller x GN!Reader

3 instances where he took care of you, and 1 instance where you took care of him.

Chapter TW for descriptions of sickness (flu & fever), hurt/comfort

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Part II // Sickness

"101.3, you're sick" you declared, looking between the thermometer and the man laying on the bed. A layer of sweat coating his bare chest, as his hair stuck to his forehead.

Shaking his head at you, he argued. "I can't be sick, I don't get sick"

The words followed by a light cough, and a sound of frustration. He was well into his 5 stages of being sick.

The first stage being suspicious, terrified. Feeling a bit off but blaming it on a mundane cause.

Didn't sleep well the past few nights. 

Tried a new workout that kicked my ass.

Probably dehydrated.

The second stage being outright denial. My immune system is top tier, I never get sick.

Third stage (you are here) - frustration.

"This sucks!" He rasped, running a hand over his face as he continued ranting. Words muffled by his palms.

Which leads you smoothly into stage 4: Self pity.

"I'm dying." His muffled words elicited an amused snort from yourself. Patting his leg gently, you pushed yourself off the bed. "Where are you going? Leaving me in my final moments!" 

The sound of his coughing elicited a small grimace as you walked through the hallway, knowing how much his throat and chest probably hurt by now. 

His coughing and dramatic whining got quieter as you padded into the kitchen. Busying yourself with turning on the kettle and pulling 2 mugs from the cupboard. Tapping your fingers against the counter mindlessly as you thought of various supper ideas that would be easy on his stomach and hopefully curb this bug.

The sound of your phone vibrating on the counter pulled you from the internal debate of spicy chili vs homemade vegetable soup. Picking up the device, you rolled your eyes at the message preview on the home screen.

[A. Killer ❤️]

:( :( :( :( :( :* :( :( :(

"You'll survive for a few minutes." You called into the house, stifling a laugh at the sound of distaste you received.

Tea brewing in mugs with a spoonful of honey, bottle of medication under your arm, you carefully brought everything back to the bedroom. Where your fiancé lay facedown into his pillow. Coughing and groaning.

"I brought us tea, and you meds." Mugs and pills now placed on the bedside table, you returned to your previous spot. Sitting beside his leg, rubbing your hand gingerly over the damp skin of his back. "It'll probably clear some of your sinuses and help your throat. Hopefully we can break the fever soon."

Without another word, he rolled over. Arms wide open, a small pout on his lips. A silent transition to the final stage of "sick Alex Keller":

Stage 5: clingy and cuddly.

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly all fluff

Chapter 03

“How'd supper go?” Your best friend asked a few nights later, insisting you phone them and give all the details of your “date that wasn't really a date because these beautiful idiots are in denial”.

Biting your lip, you smiled to yourself. Reminiscing on how comfortable the night was. No forced conversation, no awkward small talk. It felt as though you had known him your whole life, and he moved back to town.

“Comfortable.” You decided on. “It was good, comfortable.”

“Seriously?” Your friend deadpanned, “all I get from you is it was comfortable.”

While they reamed you for not providing detailed explanations, you let your mind wander. Concerns you buried deep within your subconscious floating to the surface once more.

How answers about his past and employment seemed to be scripted. Rehearsed.

How he dodged any personal questions about his past and family.

“You two are living an entire Disney movie and all I get is fucking it was comfortable!” Your friend continued, pulling you back to the present.

Furrowing your brows, you scoffed lightly. “Not a damn Disney movie. I'm not planning a marriage to him, we get along really well like best friends. Simmer down.”

“That's not what the barista was saying.” They snorted. Your cheeks burning as you glared at the phone.

“Best friends banter too, you know. That's all we are, and all we ever will be.” You pointed down at your phone, like a parent giving their child a stern lecture.

“Famous last words.”

Not that you'd ever admit to your friend, but over the next few months, the lines between best friends and something more began to bend between you and Allen.

The neverending banter and teasing continued; but you found yourself holding his stare a bit longer. Making small motions of physical contact more often. Inhabiting each other's space became a norm in your lives.

You popping over to bring him coffee in the morning, him joining you on the porch late at night when the subdivision was asleep.

An unspoken favour system, a silent running tab for coffee orders, and multiple meals shared in the others' presence. Maybe it was just his personality or the two of you vibing in all the right ways. But he genuinely felt like someone you've known your entire life.

Your best friend from the start, slowly morphing to your boyfriend. Which became official on one cool night.

Sitting on your porch swing, it was one of those late nights, thighs touching as his body warmed yours. Stars shining brightly overhead when he softly asked if he could love you the way his heart yearned for.

You told him he sounded like a cheeseball.

He told you that sounded like a yes.

“So, uh, my name isn’t actually Allen. It’s Alex.” He confessed one of those nights, glancing over at you with a genuine smile. Relief flooding his eyes, finally able to tell you the truth. Finally able to reveal the specks of gold that hid behind the muddy shell he had to protect himself.

You stifled a laugh, causing him to tense as he shifted to face you. The porch swing creaking at the sudden movement, the seat tiling as he held a hand out to you.

“Alex Keller, nice to meet you.” Laughter leaving both of you, smiles wider than they’ve been the entire time you’ve known one another. You took his hand, shaking it dramatically.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Alex. The name fits you way better than Allen. You’re not an Allen.” Leaning over to press a quick peck to his cheek, you ignored the faux offended expression that spread across his face.

“This entire time, the entire time you’ve said you’ve liked me a lot. It was a lie? Because you didn’t like my name?” He laughed, arms wrapping around you as he continued laughing. Body shaking with the unfiltered joy and amusement; stomach aching by the end.

Laying your forehead against his shoulder, you smiled. Mind wandering to thoughts of a possible future; nothing too crazy. No thoughts of marriage or white picket fences with small screams. But how your life would look in a year or two with Alex around.

Coming home to find him in the kitchen serving a meal for the both of you that he made. As you really hoped to get off night shifts sooner than later.

Or going on road trips, falling for the tourist traps you find along the way. Filling your walls with cheesy pictures of the two of you posing together. Would he buy a corny hawaiian shirt for holidays like that? Or would he be on the “edgier” side, Ray Ban sunglasses, and skate shoes.

Ringing in the new year with a loving kiss at midnight, a silent promise for a better year ahead.

“It’s so funny how the world works,” you started softly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You moving here of all places, my quaint little neighborhood.”

You almost missed the flash of pain that crossed his eyes, like there was something he was avoiding telling you. Tilting your head slightly, starting a silent conversation where you silently inquired about his reaction. After a few beats of silence he finally spoke up.

“I uh, was moved here due to some conflicts with work. I can’t go into too much detail, considering the circumstances but it would be pretty bad if word got out that I’m here.” He shrugged, explaining the reason behind his false name and identity. Why he found himself sticking to his home and the neighborhood. Never venturing too far, never getting too close.

Until he found you. You were everything he shouldn’t have right now.

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Christmas Miracles (Alex Keller x GN!Reader)

A contribution to The Holiday Writing Challenge, sorry I've been so MIA my dudes.

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TW for slight angst with a happy ending, Cat Dude!Alex with OC feline Neko

“It's Neko.” Your husband trailed off, grief saturating his tone. After a minute of loaded silence he continued. “The vet said she's in stage II kidney failure.”

Your jaw dropped at his words, hand covering your mouth as you listened to the soft whimpers on the other end. Comprehending how half his world just fell to pieces.

“She's fine though. She eats, drinks, follows us to the bathroom and screams at random.” You whispered, shocked by the news you just received. Your husband brought the cat in for a minor dental procedure, not to write out her final will and testament

A couple of small sniffles, “I know. They said she'll be ready to pick up in an hour or two.”

“I'll talk to my lead and pick you up. We'll go together.” You decided, sitting back in your chair. “It'll be okay, I love you.”

“Fuck I feel pathetic. I love you too.” Alex sighed, ending the call. Tears burned in the back of your eyes, knowing the undescribable bond between the two.

“I'm nervous.” He whispered, knee bouncing anxiously against yours. Eyes scanning the room as he waited for your names to be called.

“It'll be okay.” You mumbled, fingers slipping through his. Squeezing three times; silently forgiving him for not returning the gesture.

His eyes were red, and still swollen despite mostly calming down 20 minutes ago. The entire ride to the clinic was filled with apologies and wondering out loud if the staff will notice he was crying minutes prior.

“Hey you two, we're going to exam 3.” The tech walked over, gesturing for you to follow.

“So, before we bring Neko in we want to review the notes from the procedure and discharge paperwork.” She started, eyeing at your boyfriend who was staring mindlessly at the door. Unable to process any of what was said until he knew his feline soulmate was alright.

“Procedure went amazing, we didn't pull any teeth as the previous problem resolved.” The tech explained, showing you images of the x-rays and Neko's teeth. “We did notice on the pre-op labwork that she does have evidence of some kidney disease however.”

Your eyebrows raised unconsciously. Relief flooding your system. Disease isn't nearly as bad as failure.

Nudging Alex with your elbow, silently reminding him to be present in the conversation; you listened as the vet tech continued to explain the ranking of severity. Stage IV being failure.

Neko was stage II. Mild to moderate disease.

“So, to make sure we have it right. She doesn't have kidney failure. Her kidneys just aren't as effective as they used to be?” You asked, feeling Alex relax beside you. Letting out a loud sigh of relief when the tech left the room to grab his cat.

New tears brimmed in his eyes when the carrier was brought into the room. Irritated meows flooding the room, along with your husband's soft sob.

You listened to the dietary changes, recommended supplements and follow up appointments as Alex cooed at the small animal. Chuckling softly as she continued to berate him for leaving her here all day.

“Thank you, we'll call in the new year to book.” You smiled, waving at the staff before leaving the clinic. Rolling your eyes at your husband, who held the carrier up to his face. Apologizing to his feline friend, and explaining to her how awesome it is that she'll get so much more soft food now!

“It's a Christmas miracle.” Alex sighed happily on the drive home, one arm in the carrier. Scratching Neko's cheek as he smiled wide.

“It's a sign you need to brush up on your medical terminology.”

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A/N: This is 100% based off my situation today, except I was Alex. I cried thinking my cat was in kidney failure.

Except it was my husband (Alex Keller at home) who has zero medical training who thought disease and failure were interchangeable. Leading me to pre-maturely mourn my feline soulmate.

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly a fluff

Chapter 02

“Uh, stupid question.” He awkwardly chuckled, rubbing over the back of his neck as he stepped back to let you in his house.

“How fancy should I be going? These are my nicest jeans I have on, I have some button downs and flannels in the closet. Or I have the makings of a suit somewhere, I'd need a few minutes to find it though.” The anxiety clear in his tone, his rambling getting softer as he trailed off. Ending with a panicked smile.

“Depends on what you're thinking for food. Unless you want to find one of the fancier restaurants, what you have on now is fine. I like it.” You shrugged, guesting toward the retro Nintendo shirt he wore.

“Ohthankgod.” He breathed, chuckling as he grabbed his wallet and keys. Telling you that he was driving since you insisted on paying. Quickly locking his front door, and grabbing his sneakers he led you to his garage.

Sharpie marked boxes lined one wall, flattened cardboard stacked neatly in another corner. Allen was busy these last few days.

Sliding into the passenger seat of his Jeep, you watched as he started the vehicle and opened the large door behind you. Then turning his attention to the screen inbetween you, opening Google Maps. Holding back a soft laugh, you lightly placed your hand over his. Flinching softly as he pulled back, looking at you confused.

“I have no idea where I'm going. I barely made it to the grocery store earlier.” He admitted, cheeks flushing as he busied himself with adjusting the fan speed.

“I do?” You offered with a shrug, playfully glaring when he laughed. “What?”

“You also strike me as someone who would tell me about the turn I missed 3 blocks after I missed it.” He pulled back as you lightly smacked his shoulder, feigning offense.

Looking out the passenger window as he reversed you mumbled. “You're not wrong, but that isn't the point. Now what do you feel like having tonight?”

“Food.” He answered bluntly, turning out of the neighborhood. Ignoring your faux annoyed expression. “What do you recommend? Nothing too fancy, neither of us are dressed for the occasion and that would feel too much like a date.”

“Agreed! There's a cute coffee shop on main street with pastries and drinks. Or a little ma and pa place.” You shrugged, watching as he nodded. Gaze set to the road in front of him.

“I like ma and pa restaurants, and I am an enjoyer of caffeine.” He offered, sparing a glance in your direction. “Just like you're an enjoyer of staring into people's windows at night.”

You felt your heart sink as he chuckled. All week you thought you were off the hook.

“For starters, shut your curtains. Anyone could be watching! Secondly, that was my idiot best friend, I was in my kitchen minding my own business.” You defended, sinking lower into your seat as you watched the scenery pass by.

“Not the most compelling argument, but did your friend enjoy their view at least?” He asked, volume dropping toward the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burning as you desperately tried to formulate a response.

“They did. And I know this sounds like asking for a friend. But it genuinely was not me, I promise.” You laughed, relief flooding your system when he joined. Running a hand through his hair as he shook his head playfully.

“It totally sounded that way.” He laughed, pulling into a parking lot and shifting the vehicle into park. His full attention now on you. “I'm normally pretty good at remembering those things, the curtains and privacy I mean. I’'m not a total playboy, fuckboy, whatever kids these days call them. I prefer an emotional connection before I dive into a physical one.”

You were in awe at his honesty, how his values aligned with yours in a world where…..you were in a grocery store parking lot?

“Allen. Where are we?” You asked, leaning down to scan your full surroundings through the windshield as he stated your name in the same tone.

“I told you, I don't know my way around except to the grocery store. And someone, you, said don't worry about Google Maps. I'll tell you where to go!” He mimicked you, fingers wiggling as he spoke.

Scoffing, you smiled at him. “I sound nothing like that!”

Mimicking you again, he laughed. “Last time you said I was wrong about you; I was right. You suck at directions.” He gave you a cocky smirk before leaving the vehicle. Locking the doors as he wandered into the store.

“Excuse me, why are we here?” You laughed, jogging up behind Allen as he scanned the isles. Basket hanging in the crook of his elbow as he shopped.

“Excuse you, why didn't you give me any directions.” He teased, pulling food items out of a cooler. “Since you failed your job, and left me to my own sad devices. I'm making supper.”

“Well, then I'm paying. And buying us drinks before we head home.” You stated firmly, trying to peek into his basket. Which seemed to always be pulled away from your view.

Glancing over at you, basket pressed against his opposite hip Allen chuckled. “Supper is now a surprise, and we'll see about drinks. My standards for the night have changed considerably.”

“So, what type of caffeine do you enjoy?” You asked, scanning over the menu. Despite already knowing what you would order.

You felt the man beside you shrug and ask for recommendations. Clearly overwhelmed by the options laid out for him. 

Taking charge, you smiled at the barista and ordered 2 of your usual drink. Eyebrows raising when you heard him ask for a croissant to be added to the order.

“We're literally going home to have supper.” You mumbled in awe, paying for the order as the barista smiled politely at the two of you.

“I'm literally starving and want a snack for when you forget to give me directions and we end up hopelessly lost and in the woods. Are there woods around here? Probably.” He defended, eyes lighting up when the small parchment bag was handed to him.

Handing you the receipt, the barista laughed softly. “You two are adorable, literal relationship goals.”

Before either of you could correct her, she busied herself with making your drinks. Leaving the two of you standing in awe.

“We don't give off that vibe, we met last week and hit it off as best friends. This is casual best friend banter.” You whispered, understanding the mistake -- yet feeling like you had to defend yourself to the man beside you.

The man who was already eating his croissant and shrugging at you. Mumbling something along the lines of “is it the worst thing though?”

Staring at him with an exasperated look he held his free hand up at you in surrender. Moving it to pat his stomach, signaling again that he was literally starving.

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Abandoned Driveways Masterlist

Alex Keller x GN! Reader

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Modern AU! with hints toward witness protection.

Series TW for swearing, angst in later chapters

"My name is Al…..len. Allen." He offered, holding his hand out.

Chapter 01 (Posted 01-04-2024)

Chapter 02 (Posted 01-11-2024)

Chapter 03 (Posted 01-18-2024)

Chapter 04 (Posted 01-25-2024)

Chapter 05 (Posted 02-01-2024)

Abandoned Driveways universe drabbles

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Alex Keller x GN!Reader

3 times where you took care of him, and 1 time where he took care of you

Chapter TW for descriptions of being hungover (non-graphic mentions of vomitting), hurt/comfort

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Part 3 // Hungover

Yawning, you stretched in the bed. Humming in content, before cringing softly at the sounds of retching and groaning.

Rolling out of the bed, you padded toward the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water before making your way back to the bathroom. Stomach and heart sinking slightly at the sounds of painfully sober agony.

He was kneeled over the toilet, shaking slightly as he emptied his stomach contents. Coughing and groaning as he tried to take in a full breath. Clicking the door shut, you slid down the wood. Sitting across the bathroom on the cold tile, water and painkillers in hand.

"You clearly had too much fun last night" you lightly teased, sliding the cool liquid and medication across the floor when he leaned back. Wiping his face with his palm as he sighed. Head thumping against the wall as he breathed heavily.

Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, resting his arms on his knees he whispered about why he chose to hate himself the night before. 

Drunk Alex and sober Alex don't see eye to eye.

"Clearly." He eventually agreed with a sigh, grabbing the bottles beside him. Huffing softly in frustration at how badly his hands were shaking. 

Once he swallowed the pills, you pushed yourself off the floor. Taking a couple steps forward to card your fingers through his hair; smiling as he leaned himself against your leg.

"After you shower, we'll grab breakfast. I'm thinking takeout from that diner you really like." Your words caused his head to shoot up, eyes lit up with love.

"I would kiss you, but y'know" he vaugely gestured to the ceramic in front of him. "You are too good to me."

"I know." You hummed, patting the top of his gently as you moved to walk back to the bedroom. Making an amused sound as he cuddled into your legs a bit further. 

"I need to go get ready for bre--and there you go again." You sighed, watching as he shoved off of you to kneel over the toilet again. 

"I'll be in the living room when you're done." You called over your shoulder, clicking the door shut.

Leaving him to pay the consequences of his choices.

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Alex Keller x GN! Reader

3 times when you took care of him, and 1 time when he took care of you.

Chapter TW for descriptions of migraine pain (does that even count? I don't know, but I'm airing on the side of caution)

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Part 4 // Migraine

Eyes still closed, you let out a long exhale through your nose. Your eye sockets felt 3 times too small, your neck was 12 times tighter than normal and if you dared to move you honestly might vomit everywhere.

"That's never a good sound, coming from you." Alex mumbled, still half asleep as he rolled over to cuddle you close. "What's going on?"

A tiny "ow" was all you could muster. Body begging for sleep, despite the pulsing pain from your shoulders up.

You felt a kiss pressed to the nape of your neck before the sheets and bed shifted. Your husband padding out of the room. Leaving you let out the shaky breath you had been holding. Stomach turning with the pain as each beat of your heart enunciated the sharp ache inside your skull.

Whimpering softly, you felt a hand softly brush against your cheek. Alex whispering something you didn't quite catch as you took a deep inhale, opening your eye a fraction.

"I need you to push up long enough to take these, then you can lay back down." He whispered, stifling a yawn as he held out medication and water. An encouraging smile pulling at his lips as you obliged. Only sipping enough of the liquid for the pills to go down, still not trusting your stomach.

Another kiss placed against your face and he was gone again, returning minutes later with a cold pack. Reaching over to press the towel wrapped plastic gently against the back of your head. Fingers rubbing your scalp for a second before moving to close the curtains, blocking almost all the light out of the room.

"Come to bed. You're tired." You mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the cool sensation seeping into your taut muscles. Guilt gnawing in the back of your mind that he was up and grabbing things for you, despite falling asleep only hours before.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He lightly teased, sliding in bed behind you again. Sliding an arm around your middle as he shifted to get comfortable. 

"You're worth being tired for." He yawned, the other hand sliding around the pillow to rub at the top of your scalp lightly. The soothing actions causing your eyelids to grow heavier, eventually leading you into sleep.

Consciousness returning, you kept your eyes closed. Sighing softly in relief that the immense pressure in your skull has since morphed into an uncomfortable headache. Pressing your face further into the warmth that was presumably your husband, you smiled. Feeling his fingers mindlessly running over your upper back.

"How long have you been up for?" You yawned, opening your one eye when he didn't respond. Glancing up, you noticed he had his headphones on. Gaze locked on his phone, likely watching YouTube or Netflix.

Poking his belly lightly, you felt the muscles tense as he snorted. Swatting your hand away before pulling his headphones down to lay around his neck. Focusing his attention on your groggy figure.

"How you feeling? Want a shower, bath, food, anything?" Your heart swelled with his words; the fact that his first thought was to keep you as comfortable as possible. 

How did you get so damn lucky?

"Kind of feeling better, not 100% yet." You admitted, letting your forehead drop against his side again. Eye closing again. Listening to the video continue over his headphones; a YouTube excitedly talking about a game that was to be released in the coming months.

"If there's anything I can do, let me know." Alex whispered, hand rubbing across your shoulders as he held you tighter to his side. Other hand pulling the blanket up around your body.

Your hand slid over his waist as you softly asked for him to keep loving you like he does.

"Of course. You're never getting rid of me." He smiled, shifting in the bed to get more comfortable at your side. Pausing the video and pulling his headphones off. Both tossed carelessly to the other side of the bed.

"I love you." The words left your lips with ease, the sentence coming so naturally over your years spent together.

"I know." He answered with a cheeky smile, before reciprocating the sentiment.

That's a wrap folks. My first mini-series is officially complete. Thanks for being here ❤️

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Kisses & Chaos (Alex Keller x GN! Reader)

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TW for lots of emotion in this chapter (anxiety & crying especially), mentions of injury - nothing graphic, likely inaccuracies, no use of Y/N

Music playing softly in the background, you mindlessly washed your dishes from lunch. It had been one of your mundane days off; you slept in for once, curled up on the couch scrolling through social media and doing things on your own time.

Rinsing off a plate, you toyed with the thought of running errands today. The fridge was running low on perishables, and you could easily put together a list of other things to make leaving the house worth your time. Except more errands alone sounded exhausting, especially today. The first day this month that things were moving at a leisurely pace, with not a single care in the world. Your thoughts interrupted when the music briefly paused, the room now filled with the sounds of your ring tone. Glancing over at your phone, which was laying across the counter you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

[PRIVATE NUMBER]

Any other day you roll your eyes, make a joke as to how you were respecting their privacy by not picking up the call. Today, however seeing this in place of the caller ID made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Nausea creeping into your abdomen as you pulled your hands out of the soapy water, glancing around for the cloth to dry your hands before grabbing your phone. You involuntarily began to panic, realizing the dishcloth wasn't beside the drying rack like you thought. Scanning around the kitchen, heart rate increasing with every second you heard your ring tone playing you sighed in relief. It was hanging off the oven handle from when you made lunch.

Grabbing the towel and quickly wiping your hands, you picked up your phone and swiped to answer the call. Confused when you were met with silence after your initial hello?

The confused pout transitioned into a stressed one when your phone vibrated with the missed call notification. You were a second too late to answer, and left with no number to call back. Forcing yourself to release the breath, you timidly placed your phone back down on the counter. Watching the screen intently for the voicemail notification, or another call to come through. Curiosity and unease clouding your thoughts. The storm of worse case scenarios forming in the distance.

Don't start worrying until you have a reason to worry. His words echoed in your head. The reassurance that he would do everything within his power to come home in one piece (and promising that he didn't ever intend to land himself in the situations that inevitably raised your blood pressure).

Blinking a few more times at the dark screen of your device, you decided to act on your instincts. To shove your phone into your pocket and jog over to your shared bedroom to retrieve the phone currently sat atop your dresser. It had been shut off since he left a couple months ago, no reason to have it on and draining the battery when he wasn't here to use it. No reason to take it with me when I can't use it in the field anyway.

With shaky fingers, you held down the power button; watching as it came back to life in your palm. A small smile adorning your features when the lockscreen appeared -- you smiling with a hint of surprise hidden behind your eyes.

"Look at me" he urged, lightly poking your side. The action causing you to laugh as you shook your head. Gaze still fixated on your phone as you finished typing out the text to your friend, ignoring his attempts to get your attention.

"Come on, show me your beautiful face" you bit your lip, feeling the warmth slowly creep into your cheeks. It wasn't abnormal for Alex to show affection like this, but he was being more persistent with it than usual. You heard him laugh softly, clearly noticing the effect he was having.

"Look up, show me the face I'll love for a thousand more years" the absurd timeline caused you to jerk your face up, holding back a laugh as you were met with the back of his phone. Arching a brow in a silent question, you watched as the roles reversed themselves. You wishing for his attention while he was fixated on his phone.

"What was that?" You prodded, shifting so you were now sitting beside him. Watching as he quickly shut the screen off. Eyebrows raised, you gave him a curious look.

"I saw a video once, they were complimenting people and taking their picture right after so they could get a candid reaction. Figured it would be perfect for this" he shrugged, clicking the power button. Your shocked, but blissful expression staring back at you. "Every time I open my phone, I get to remember this" he gave you an honest smile, slipping an arm around you and pulling you in tight to his side. Cheek resting on your hair.

Sucking in a breath and forcing the tightness in your throat to relax; you placed both phones on the dresser in front of you. Staring at the dark screens, you placed your hands on the wood, leaning forward as you stared down at the lifeless devices. Hoping one would light up with answers to the millions of questions running through your head.

It might not even be related to him, it could be a telemarketer.

You continued to repeat those only words of hope over in your mind, anxiously tapping your fingers before pushing away. No use in staring at them, it's not like it will change anything. You stared around your bedroom for a moment, feeling your heartrate quicken. So many reminders of the one thing you were trying to forget, stirring up so many fears and worse case scenarios.

Shaking your head slightly, you grabbed the two devices, a comfy change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. A hot shower sounded like the perfect distraction right about now. You double checked that both phones had the ringer on maximum before turning the water on, stripping out of your current attire and stepping into the water. A small shiver running down your body as the water first made contact with your skin. Closing your eyes, you focused on the temperature of the water in contrast to the temperature of your skin. Feeling your once tense muscles relax under the stream of water as you leaned against the wall a bit. Letting your eyes fall shut, focusing on the feeling of the shower until the shrill ring tone broke the silence.

Water immediately shut off and towel wrapped around you, you bolted to the phone. A sense of relief flooding through you as you saw it was a private number phoning again.

"Hello?" You answered, cursing yourself internally at the shakiness of your voice. A female voice asked if she could speak with you, swallowing thickly you confirmed it was you she was speaking with.

"My name is Kate, I uh. I work with Alex" you felt your heart sink, and stomach turn. Nononono

"What's going on?" you whispered, voice trembling as your mind slingshotted you back into worse case scenarios. Was he taken? Is he hurt? Will he be coming home between deployments or do they need him elsewhere in that time? Was he coming home alive?

"He's alive" you covered your mouth, letting out a soft sob at her words. Thank God. "But he's injured"

You listened to Kate explain briefly what happened, the details escaping you for the most part. Your mind swimming with sorrow.

Explosion.....critical condition....stabilizing then transporting to a facility closer to home….

"Where is he now?" Your voice small, tears flowing freely down your face as you sat on the floor. Ignoring the tile underneath you, causing you to shiver slightly. "Am I allowed to see him? Be there when they transport him back?" Your pride liked to think you were being firm. Making your requests and expectations in this situation clear. Reality says you were begging.

"It doesn't sound like they want to keep him here for long, they haven't been able to tell me much. They plan for transport within the next few days" she went on to explain which hospital he would be admitted to in your area. "Someone will let you know which hospital he's at once he makes it back to American soil".

Blinking quickly, working to prevent more tears from falling you thanked her for the call. Cursing silently to yourself for how badly you were shaking. Despite the confirmation that he was alive, you couldn't stop your brain from creating horrible scenarios about what happened. What were the extent of the injuries? How long would recovery take? How much impact is this going to have on his life?

Little did you know, but you'd be having the internal argument for years to come. Is it selfless or selfish to mourn the loss of pre-Urzikstan Alex? Knowing how much darker the nights got, and how hazy some of the days would become.

2:56AM

"Hello?" You answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hey you" tears prickled in the back of your eyes, hearing the familiar (but rather groggy) voice on the other end of the line. " 'm coming home soon" he slurred.

"I know, that's what Kate was saying" wiping the tears off your face, you sat up. Sleep now very low on your priority list. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Took a couple big hits, really sore. Bummed up knee, and shin, and foot I think" he trailed off, sleep and medication heavy in his system. "I miss you so much"

Even high on pain killers you're still front and center in his mind.

"I miss you too, I can't wait until you're back here. Until I can be there with you" you smiled softly, listening to him mumble on. Even if you couldn't understand any of what he was saying, hearing him on the other end quelled some of your fears. "You sound tired"

"Mm, meds don't help" he filled the silence after a second. "Wanted to talk to you before I fell asleep again. Miss you"

Leaning your head back back against the headboard, smile plastered across your face as tears fell freely. "I miss you too, I'll see you soon. Now go to sleep before they take the phone away" you chuckled, hearing him whine in protest.

"Will you stay? At least until I'm asleep?" His voice was small, laced with emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. Fear? Longing? Pain?

"Of course. I'll be here when you wake up as well, okay? I'm just a phone call away" you yawned quietly before filling the silence with mindless rambling. Telling the stories of the mundane adventures you found yourself in while he was gone. Continuing well after the other end of the line went silent.

4 days

It was 4 days between the two calls from Kate. Your phone kept on max volume and in close proximity the entire time; considering there was no exact timeline. The two of you talked quite a bit over the phone (you doing most of the talking, while he would make a few comments. Always very groggy from the medications), but you knew that dull ache in your chest wouldn't fully resolve until you could see him again.

It was in the middle of your work day when Kate called you again, giving you better news than at your first meeting. "The staff said give it about an hour, but you should be able to visit" you slapped a hand over your mouth, squeezing your eyes closed in relief. You leaned your head back slightly, actively attempting to keep your tears at bay. Listening as the gave you the name of the hospital, and that she would text you this information as well.

You'd be seeing him again in under an hour.

After a quick talk with your boss, who was more than understanding of your situation; you found yourself at home. Only 45 minutes until you're allowed to see him again. You busied yourself with packing a bag with clothes, toiletries, his phone and charger.

Only 25 minutes left.

--

Backpack slung over your shoulder, you anxiously waited for the front desk to give you direction on where to go.

"Go up to the third floor, the staff there will show you to his room" a quick thank you, and have a nice day later you were off. Feet taking you to the proper floor as fast as they could without causing alarm.

You stopped the moment you stepped out of the elevator, heart pounding in your chest. Excitement on the back burner as fear and hesitancy flowed through you. He was back, but in the wrong circumstances. It wasn't until a nurse approached you that you realized how long you stood frozen in place. A warm expression on her face as she asked how she could help.

"I, uh. I'm here to see my boyfriend" you mumbled, unease still having a tight hold on you. Giving his name, you watched as she gave you a light smile.

"I'll show you there, he hasn't stopped talking about you since he arrived" Nodding eagerly, you wiped your hands against your pants as you followed along. Heartrate increasing with every step, until your senses were muffled by the pounding of your pulse in your ears. You let out a shaky breath as the woman in front of you slowed, stopping to gently knock on one of the doors. "Just in here"

Taking a timid step into the room, the pounding in your ears subsided. The knots in your stomach unravelled, for the first time in the last 5 days you felt like you could breathe. He's actually here, he's actually alive.

Pausing for a moment, you scanned over his features. Clearly worse for wear, all things considering but alive and breathing right in front of you. Glancing over, he smiled widely at you. Eyes crinkling in the corners as he whispered a soft "Hey, you" before holding his one hand out.

Your feet moved faster than your mind, rushing over to his side as you pulled the chair close to the side of the bed. Tears spilling from your eyes for the millionth time this week, he was here. Sliding your fingers through his, you smiled back. Ignoring how your entire body shook, or how you sniffled every other second.

"Never scare me like this again" you pressed your face into his bicep. Hearing him chuckle lightly as he squeezed your hand. Feeling his thumb rub over your knuckles as he nudged you with his arm. Silently asking you to look up at him. Lifting your gaze, you saw his tired eyes looking down back at you. "This isn't the way I planned my homecoming, but I'm glad to be back"

Shifting after a few minutes, fingers still intertwined you let your eyes scan over him. Taking in the exhausted, run down man in front of you. Hair disheveled and in desperate need of washing, dark circles under his eyes, along with various scrapes and cuts decorating his skin. This wasn't the worst of it though.

Raising an eyebrow he laughed, "a bit worse for wear, I know". You rolled your eyes, leaning over to press a small kiss to his lips. Jerking back when you heard him hiss in pain. Eyes wide, you watched as he willed his face back into a neutral position. Pretending like he wasn't currently suffering. "I'm fine, just a bit sore"

"When are you due for medication next, that was not just a bit sore"

"Uh….now I guess" he answered sheepishly, giving you an awkward smile. You guestured toward the call button, urging him to notify one of the nurses. "It's fine, it can wait until later" he waved you off, biting the inside of his lip as he shifted in the bed again. Letting out a pained breath.

"Obviously not, you shouldn't suffer because I'm here" you countered, watching as he begrudgingly pressed the button. Muttering about how he didn't want to be a bother, and didn't want to sleep the entire time you were here.

It was another few minutes before the nurse came in with a small bag, setting it up as she made a light joke about him refusing any pain relief since he arrived.

"Nothing? At all? With 9/10 pain, why?!" You yelled in a hushed tone, concern lacing every word. Alex's stubbornness was well known, but you didn't realize it was this prominent.

"Didn't want to feel out of it when you came, I missed you so damn much" he admitted, leaning his head back as the medication made it's way through the IV; letting the nurse quickly take a set of vitals while she was here. "Everything looking good?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing when the question was met with a vaugley concerned expression.

"Temperature is a bit up, we'll let your doctor know and keep an eye on it. Otherwise everything is to be expected" with a nod, and a thank you she was off. Leaving you both to continue with your visit; both relieved that he came home in one piece.

You watched as his body relaxed into the bed, the conversation becoming more one sided as the medication took effect. Giving him a loving smile, you ran your fingers through his hair gently. Finding the small noises of protest amusing.

"Go to sleep, you need the rest" he shook his head gently at your words, fighting to keep his eyes open as you leaned on the bed beside him. "I'll be back as soon as they let me tomorrow. But sleep for now, you're safe again"

"Promise you'll be back? Gotta show you off to everyone" he smirked, leaning into your touch as you rested your hand on the side of his face.

"Promise. Now go to sleep" you laughed, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead before leaning back against his arm. Feeling the warmth spread into your cheek as he let his body succumb to much needed rest.

God, it was good to have him back in one piece.

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[macravishedbymactavish]

Unnamed COD Character x Reader Drabble

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Short and sweet, trying to break through the block and burnout. Pure fluff, no use of Y/N or identifiers for a specific character.

“Hey,” you whispered into the darkness of your shared hotel room. Eyes open and darting around the black that surrounded you. “Are you still up?”

After a few quiet moments, the atmosphere filled by soft breathing and shuffling of sheets you were met by a soft hum. 

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you squeezed your eyes shut. Now or never.

“I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you.” 

Your words met by the quiet atmosphere again, your body becoming restless as you awaited a response. Wondering if he fell back asleep, or even woke up to your earlier question at all.

Another hum, muffled by a pillow most likely. Some shuffling again, then;

“Good. I'm sure I've fallen in love with you in more ways than I can count.”

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[tiredmetalenthusiast]

I am LIVING for the awkward introduction🤣! Helping Alex because she doesn't want to listen to the Karen neighbor rant is such a helpful thing! Saved that poor man from an ear full🙌🏼! Lmaoo and her friend staring at Alex shirtless had me rolling! GURL don't do that you're gonna make it more awkward😭! Ugh I'm in love🥰!

Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

| Blog HQ | MW 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

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TW for light flirting and swearing, eventual angst

Chapter 01

Sun pouring down onto your shoulders, heat seeping through the tank top you donned. You held back a yawn as you pulled your garbage bin back to the side of your house. Wheels rattling against the pavement of your driveway as you yearned for your bed. Glancing up at the street in front of your house, your eyebrow raised as someone pulled their garbage can out to the curb. 

Garbage day was this morning, a little late to the trigger pull dude.

Debating on if you should speak up or not, biting the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you were exhausted. Your last shift weighing heavily on your muscles and bones. Walking over to correct a total stranger who can’t read a schedule wasn’t high on your priority list. 

Listening to Susanna down the block complain and pull the HOA card again wasn’t either, though.

Sighing softly, you pushed the garbage bin into it’s spot and made your way across the street. Giving an awkward wave to the man as you approached. Smiling tiredly, sliding your hands in your pockets as you began to feel borderline anxious. Awkward. Like all of this was a horrible idea.

“Hey, what can I do you for?” The stranger offered politely, his tone genuine as he leaned against the bin. 

“I live across the street, and uh noticed you pulling your bin out this morning.” You explained, pitifully. Shrugging as your mind blanked. Why were you making this so weird?!

With a soft chuckle, “I’m gathering that, as I saw you walking over here….from the house across the street. I’m Ale….n, Allen.” He offered, holding his hand out. Shaking it, you gave him your name. Ignoring the flushed feeling in your cheeks as he offered you a smile, cheeks hiding parts of his eyes as he did so.

“So, Allen. Garbage pickup is every Tuesday morning; the rest of us pull our bins out Monday night since the truck comes around at like 8.” You explained, shrugging one shoulder. Explaining how your lovely, yet stern neighbor would have his head if he left the bin out until Wednesday.

Letting out a long exhale through his nose, he nodded. Looking down at his garbage bin in defeat. Another week of waiting for it to be emptied, unless he brings the bags in himself. Without thinking, you spoke up.

“If it’s overfull already, you can split with me. Half a bin each should get us through until next week.” While the offer was sincere, you still felt like a fraud. You had never done this for any of your other neighbors, yet here you were offering to help a total stranger.

The sleep deprivation must be catching up to you; thank god last night was your last shift for a few days.

“You don’t mind? I can throw down a tarp in my vehicle and bring my stuff to the landfill. Proves me right for not reading the schedule properly.” He chuckled to himself, pushing off the garbage bin and rolling his shoulders back. Watching in amusement as you vigorously shook your head, sternly repeating your offer.

“We’ll split it, Susanna can’t write instructions clearly if her life depended on it anyway.” Waving a hand, you started toward back toward your driveway. Stopping when you didn’t hear the telltale signs of the plastic wheels rolling against the pavement. “That’s an order, Allen!” 

“Alright, boss.” Allen chuckled, giving in and pulling his bin across the street to take you up on the favour you were offering. Refusing to let you do any of the work once you reached your house. 

“You know; neighbors typically welcome each other with lasagna. Maybe a pie. Not free reign to their garbage bins.” Allen smiled at you, the expression widening as you rolled your eyes. Correcting him that this is a one time offer, and you’ll fight him if he uses your garbage bin all the time.

“Threat or promise?” He asked cheekily, slowly backing out of your driveway as you sat dumbfounded by his confidence. Racking your brain on a response as he laughed to himself. Waving to you as he made his way back to his own residence.

“He was totally flirting with you.” Your friend deadpanned that night, hands laying flat on your counter as you recounted your earlier interaction with the new neighbor. Their eyebrows raised as you shook your head.

“No, he wasn’t. He seems like one of those people that can make friends with a brick wall. Just very extroverted.” 

“Threat or promise?” They mimicked, snorting in amusement as your cheeks flushed. “I rest my case. That's totally flirting.”

Waving them off, you pushed yourself off the couch. Wandering into the kitchen to pull your shared dinner from the oven.

“It was bizarre, the way he introduced himself. It kind of reminded me of when you change your phone number after so many years of having it. Y’know? You start rattling off your old number, but stop yourself and have to actively think of what the new number is.” Your friend raised their eyebrows, trying to find a normal explanation for Allen’s initial odd behaviour.

“Maybe he’s trying out a new nickname? Or stopped going by an old one?” They offered innocently.

“Allen isn’t a nickname.” You pointed out, popping a fry into your mouth. Shaking your head unconsciously. 

“My name is Al…..len. Allen.”

“I just don't get it. He seems so genuine otherwise. Like the kind of man who would save a kitten from a tree.” You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. His words continuing to echo in your head as you worked to decipher the meaning.

Your friends wolf whistle brought you back to reality. They now stood by the window, pulling back the curtain with one finger. 

“Looks like the type of man too. Holy fuck.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you smacked your hands against the counter in disbelief.

Mind unable to form words, you made a disgruntled sound. Rolling your eyes when they waved you over aggressively. Telling you that you had to see this, no shirt. Curtains open. Holy fuck.

“Stop! Before he catches you staring and thinks it's me.” You hissed, thinking of all the different ways that interaction would go. None of them striking you as appealing.

Sound catching in their throat, your friend dropped the curtain and flopped down onto the couch. Emarased laughter muffled by the cushions as your jaw dropped.

“You're kidding!” You groaned, head falling into your hands once more. “How am I supposed to explain that without sounding suspicious! Sorry about the other night, that was my friend gawking at you through my window. That's literally the equivalent of asking for a friend.”

“Or, you could ask him for a encore performance.” Your friend lifted their head from the pillows, wiggling their eyebrows at you as they spoke. A short scream escaping their lips as you threw a balled up take out menu at them.

“Have a good shift?” Allen greeted you a week later, the moment you stepped out of your vehicle. Covering your mouth as you yawned, you nodded. Eyebrow arching as you looked over at him, standing on your lawn with a lawnmower in hand. 

“Oh! Shit, yeah. I thought I’d return the garbage favour with some free labour. You seem to work a lot, and I’m waiting on my next round of shifts to start so it felt right.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Gaze cast down to the ground as he sheepishly apologized.

“No. No apologies for doing a good thing. I’m just exhausted.” You reassured, reaching a hand out to place it on his arm. Stopping yourself before you touched him -- scanning over the shading across both forearms. “Tell you what, I’m going to sleep for a bit; but once I’m up for the night supper is on me. You choose the place.” 

Smiling at you, he nodded. “Threat or promise?”

“Threat.” You winked, leaving him standing speechless on your front lawn.

N O T E:

Funny story, actually. I started writing this series for the Alex Keller Writing Challenge. Except it's been months since that challenge ended, and I totally forgot what prompts I used. Otherwise I have all the parts written and in the queue.

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[tiredmetalenthusiast]

AHHH THEY FINALLY GOT TOGETHER!! ALEX IS SUCH A CHEESEBALL I LOVE HIM😍! AND I SMELL ANGST!! HE'S IN HIDING? BRO WHAT HAPPENED👀🍿? ATLEAST HE TOLD HER HIS ACTUAL NAME AND WHY HE WAS THERE! UGHHH I'M HOPING NOTHING SUPER BAD HAPPENS I JUST WANT THEM TO BE IN LOVE😭! ALEX DESERVES THAT!

Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly all fluff

Chapter 03

“How'd supper go?” Your best friend asked a few nights later, insisting you phone them and give all the details of your “date that wasn't really a date because these beautiful idiots are in denial”.

Biting your lip, you smiled to yourself. Reminiscing on how comfortable the night was. No forced conversation, no awkward small talk. It felt as though you had known him your whole life, and he moved back to town.

“Comfortable.” You decided on. “It was good, comfortable.”

“Seriously?” Your friend deadpanned, “all I get from you is it was comfortable.”

While they reamed you for not providing detailed explanations, you let your mind wander. Concerns you buried deep within your subconscious floating to the surface once more.

How answers about his past and employment seemed to be scripted. Rehearsed.

How he dodged any personal questions about his past and family.

“You two are living an entire Disney movie and all I get is fucking it was comfortable!” Your friend continued, pulling you back to the present.

Furrowing your brows, you scoffed lightly. “Not a damn Disney movie. I'm not planning a marriage to him, we get along really well like best friends. Simmer down.”

“That's not what the barista was saying.” They snorted. Your cheeks burning as you glared at the phone.

“Best friends banter too, you know. That's all we are, and all we ever will be.” You pointed down at your phone, like a parent giving their child a stern lecture.

“Famous last words.”

Not that you'd ever admit to your friend, but over the next few months, the lines between best friends and something more began to bend between you and Allen.

The neverending banter and teasing continued; but you found yourself holding his stare a bit longer. Making small motions of physical contact more often. Inhabiting each other's space became a norm in your lives.

You popping over to bring him coffee in the morning, him joining you on the porch late at night when the subdivision was asleep.

An unspoken favour system, a silent running tab for coffee orders, and multiple meals shared in the others' presence. Maybe it was just his personality or the two of you vibing in all the right ways. But he genuinely felt like someone you've known your entire life.

Your best friend from the start, slowly morphing to your boyfriend. Which became official on one cool night.

Sitting on your porch swing, it was one of those late nights, thighs touching as his body warmed yours. Stars shining brightly overhead when he softly asked if he could love you the way his heart yearned for.

You told him he sounded like a cheeseball.

He told you that sounded like a yes.

“So, uh, my name isn’t actually Allen. It’s Alex.” He confessed one of those nights, glancing over at you with a genuine smile. Relief flooding his eyes, finally able to tell you the truth. Finally able to reveal the specks of gold that hid behind the muddy shell he had to protect himself.

You stifled a laugh, causing him to tense as he shifted to face you. The porch swing creaking at the sudden movement, the seat tiling as he held a hand out to you.

“Alex Keller, nice to meet you.” Laughter leaving both of you, smiles wider than they’ve been the entire time you’ve known one another. You took his hand, shaking it dramatically.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Alex. The name fits you way better than Allen. You’re not an Allen.” Leaning over to press a quick peck to his cheek, you ignored the faux offended expression that spread across his face.

“This entire time, the entire time you’ve said you’ve liked me a lot. It was a lie? Because you didn’t like my name?” He laughed, arms wrapping around you as he continued laughing. Body shaking with the unfiltered joy and amusement; stomach aching by the end.

Laying your forehead against his shoulder, you smiled. Mind wandering to thoughts of a possible future; nothing too crazy. No thoughts of marriage or white picket fences with small screams. But how your life would look in a year or two with Alex around.

Coming home to find him in the kitchen serving a meal for the both of you that he made. As you really hoped to get off night shifts sooner than later.

Or going on road trips, falling for the tourist traps you find along the way. Filling your walls with cheesy pictures of the two of you posing together. Would he buy a corny hawaiian shirt for holidays like that? Or would he be on the “edgier” side, Ray Ban sunglasses, and skate shoes.

Ringing in the new year with a loving kiss at midnight, a silent promise for a better year ahead.

“It’s so funny how the world works,” you started softly, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You moving here of all places, my quaint little neighborhood.”

You almost missed the flash of pain that crossed his eyes, like there was something he was avoiding telling you. Tilting your head slightly, starting a silent conversation where you silently inquired about his reaction. After a few beats of silence he finally spoke up.

“I uh, was moved here due to some conflicts with work. I can’t go into too much detail, considering the circumstances but it would be pretty bad if word got out that I’m here.” He shrugged, explaining the reason behind his false name and identity. Why he found himself sticking to his home and the neighborhood. Never venturing too far, never getting too close.

Until he found you. You were everything he shouldn’t have right now.

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[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Lmao the curtain confrontation🤣! Poor girl was in fact minding her own business not peeping at you Alex! Her friend was though👀! And their little supper date😍! Giving each other shit about directions and Alex admitting he almost got lost going to grocer🤭! Please give that man a tomtom or something before he ends up actually lost😵‍💫!

Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly a fluff

Chapter 02

“Uh, stupid question.” He awkwardly chuckled, rubbing over the back of his neck as he stepped back to let you in his house.

“How fancy should I be going? These are my nicest jeans I have on, I have some button downs and flannels in the closet. Or I have the makings of a suit somewhere, I'd need a few minutes to find it though.” The anxiety clear in his tone, his rambling getting softer as he trailed off. Ending with a panicked smile.

“Depends on what you're thinking for food. Unless you want to find one of the fancier restaurants, what you have on now is fine. I like it.” You shrugged, guesting toward the retro Nintendo shirt he wore.

“Ohthankgod.” He breathed, chuckling as he grabbed his wallet and keys. Telling you that he was driving since you insisted on paying. Quickly locking his front door, and grabbing his sneakers he led you to his garage.

Sharpie marked boxes lined one wall, flattened cardboard stacked neatly in another corner. Allen was busy these last few days.

Sliding into the passenger seat of his Jeep, you watched as he started the vehicle and opened the large door behind you. Then turning his attention to the screen inbetween you, opening Google Maps. Holding back a soft laugh, you lightly placed your hand over his. Flinching softly as he pulled back, looking at you confused.

“I have no idea where I'm going. I barely made it to the grocery store earlier.” He admitted, cheeks flushing as he busied himself with adjusting the fan speed.

“I do?” You offered with a shrug, playfully glaring when he laughed. “What?”

“You also strike me as someone who would tell me about the turn I missed 3 blocks after I missed it.” He pulled back as you lightly smacked his shoulder, feigning offense.

Looking out the passenger window as he reversed you mumbled. “You're not wrong, but that isn't the point. Now what do you feel like having tonight?”

“Food.” He answered bluntly, turning out of the neighborhood. Ignoring your faux annoyed expression. “What do you recommend? Nothing too fancy, neither of us are dressed for the occasion and that would feel too much like a date.”

“Agreed! There's a cute coffee shop on main street with pastries and drinks. Or a little ma and pa place.” You shrugged, watching as he nodded. Gaze set to the road in front of him.

“I like ma and pa restaurants, and I am an enjoyer of caffeine.” He offered, sparing a glance in your direction. “Just like you're an enjoyer of staring into people's windows at night.”

You felt your heart sink as he chuckled. All week you thought you were off the hook.

“For starters, shut your curtains. Anyone could be watching! Secondly, that was my idiot best friend, I was in my kitchen minding my own business.” You defended, sinking lower into your seat as you watched the scenery pass by.

“Not the most compelling argument, but did your friend enjoy their view at least?” He asked, volume dropping toward the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burning as you desperately tried to formulate a response.

“They did. And I know this sounds like asking for a friend. But it genuinely was not me, I promise.” You laughed, relief flooding your system when he joined. Running a hand through his hair as he shook his head playfully.

“It totally sounded that way.” He laughed, pulling into a parking lot and shifting the vehicle into park. His full attention now on you. “I'm normally pretty good at remembering those things, the curtains and privacy I mean. I’'m not a total playboy, fuckboy, whatever kids these days call them. I prefer an emotional connection before I dive into a physical one.”

You were in awe at his honesty, how his values aligned with yours in a world where…..you were in a grocery store parking lot?

“Allen. Where are we?” You asked, leaning down to scan your full surroundings through the windshield as he stated your name in the same tone.

“I told you, I don't know my way around except to the grocery store. And someone, you, said don't worry about Google Maps. I'll tell you where to go!” He mimicked you, fingers wiggling as he spoke.

Scoffing, you smiled at him. “I sound nothing like that!”

Mimicking you again, he laughed. “Last time you said I was wrong about you; I was right. You suck at directions.” He gave you a cocky smirk before leaving the vehicle. Locking the doors as he wandered into the store.

“Excuse me, why are we here?” You laughed, jogging up behind Allen as he scanned the isles. Basket hanging in the crook of his elbow as he shopped.

“Excuse you, why didn't you give me any directions.” He teased, pulling food items out of a cooler. “Since you failed your job, and left me to my own sad devices. I'm making supper.”

“Well, then I'm paying. And buying us drinks before we head home.” You stated firmly, trying to peek into his basket. Which seemed to always be pulled away from your view.

Glancing over at you, basket pressed against his opposite hip Allen chuckled. “Supper is now a surprise, and we'll see about drinks. My standards for the night have changed considerably.”

“So, what type of caffeine do you enjoy?” You asked, scanning over the menu. Despite already knowing what you would order.

You felt the man beside you shrug and ask for recommendations. Clearly overwhelmed by the options laid out for him. 

Taking charge, you smiled at the barista and ordered 2 of your usual drink. Eyebrows raising when you heard him ask for a croissant to be added to the order.

“We're literally going home to have supper.” You mumbled in awe, paying for the order as the barista smiled politely at the two of you.

“I'm literally starving and want a snack for when you forget to give me directions and we end up hopelessly lost and in the woods. Are there woods around here? Probably.” He defended, eyes lighting up when the small parchment bag was handed to him.

Handing you the receipt, the barista laughed softly. “You two are adorable, literal relationship goals.”

Before either of you could correct her, she busied herself with making your drinks. Leaving the two of you standing in awe.

“We don't give off that vibe, we met last week and hit it off as best friends. This is casual best friend banter.” You whispered, understanding the mistake -- yet feeling like you had to defend yourself to the man beside you.

The man who was already eating his croissant and shrugging at you. Mumbling something along the lines of “is it the worst thing though?”

Staring at him with an exasperated look he held his free hand up at you in surrender. Moving it to pat his stomach, signaling again that he was literally starving.

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