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•|One Man’s Trash…|•

✨Pairing✨: Dennis BakerxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: You’ve got a bit of a soft spot for one of your regulars

⚠️: mention of divorce, talks of intimacy (including said statement of 🍆👀 lol), mention of pregnancy, small instance of harassment, implications of mental/emotional abuse, mostly fluff

A/N🎙: So this was inspired by @syntheticavenger and her Dennis fic which is amazing and so wonderfully written, so please go read it if you haven’t. I thought this would be a cute idea and I hope you guys like it☺️! Also don’t judge me for writing about this hamburger out the toilet eating man; for the sake of this story that was a drunk moment lol.

Ridding the circular table of the small sprinkles of sugar and drops of coffee left by the previous customer, you can’t control the sympathetic sigh that passes your lips at the sight of your more known customer in the corner. He typically came with his wife, but you’d noticed for a couple months she came less and less until she didn’t show at all. That typically wasn’t a good sign.

Especially with his once cheerful face falling to a mix of sorrow and disappointment. Maybe even shame.

“So, think the Dodgers are goin’ all the way this year?,” you ask, now close enough to notice the newspaper spread in front of him open to the sports section.

“I’m sorry?”

“I asked if you thought the Dodgers would make it to the World Series, since you’re uh on the sports page.”

“Oh! Um I’m not really into sports,” he nervously chuckles pushing his large frames higher on his nose. “Really just looking at the cartoons over here.”

“Aw it’s Peanuts,” you smile looking over the black and white drawings depicting Snoopy and Woodstock in another one of their adventures. “My dad used to cut them out and put it with my lunch when I was little.” Although brief, the soft smile that graced his lips has your heart warming as well knowing you’d brightened his day even if just for a moment.

And surprisingly, you were hoping you could do it again, or as many times needed to turn his recent melancholy mood.

“My wi-I mean ex wife, used to complain I was hogging the paper for only wanting to look at silly, childish drawings. It’s the first time I’ve looked at them in three years.” You always did get this feeling whenever she’d step in the bakery that she’d honestly rather be somewhere else—anywhere really. If it was raining, she’d make poor Dennis brave the strong winds and harsh droplets to pick up their dozen of cupcakes. She wouldn’t even help with opening the car door for him, instead looking down at her phone as he performed a bit of a balancing act with the cupcakes and coffees.

When Dennis would order both of their usuals; his a standard hazelnut iced coffee, hers a caramel latte with soy, light sugar, and two full shots of espresso exactly, she seemed annoyed. Crossing her arms when Dennis would try to sweetly grasp her hand as they waited. Slender fingers tapping her phone screen while her foot impatiently tapped on the wooden floor below. As soon as their order was called, she quickly grabbed her drink scurrying through the front door without so much as a “thanks” let alone a tip.

With an embarrassed tilt to his lips cringing as she called for him to hurry up because she had more important things to do, he’d slide a $10 bill into the tip jar as he said a soft “thank you.” You felt bad for thinking it, but he deserved better. Someone who didn’t treat him like a burden or like that pesky mosquito that just wouldn’t leave you alone. Albeit nerdy, he was caring, kind, incredibly sweet to anyone around, and should be loved for all he was.

“Well by all means take as long as you want,” you smile. “We get a good amount delivered every day so you never have to worry about hogging here.”

Being called over by another customer, you missed the blush that crept along his cheeks just as pink as the polo shirt he wore. The way his eyes shyly followed you to your new table, occasionally glancing your direction time after admiring how sweet you always were to every customer. From then on, he frequented the shop more often coming late morning/early afternoon. He’d sit somewhat far off with his coffee and newspaper at first, but eventually built enough courage—from your friendly smile and pleasant small talk—to sit at the table nearest to the pick up area. A prime location to talk with you between orders and smell the mix of berries and citrus from your perfume when the fan would hit you just right, causing an intoxicating breeze to occupy his nostrils.

“Which one is it this time?,” you cheerily ask leaning over the counter as if you could see the small drawings on the paper. It took Dennis a moment to register what you were asking with your chest casually pushed forward and sunlight shining on your delicate skin just right. He even had to remember to breathe quickly looking down at the paper while clearing his throat.

“Um it’s Charlie this time. He stopped at Lucy’s lemonade stand and she tricked him by charging him more. Snoopy knocked down the fake sign though so he found out just as he gave her the money.”

“Lucy’s still being mean to poor Charles,” you giggle with a light shake of your head.

“Y-Yea, I don’t think that’ll ever change,” Dennis briefly laughs along with you before his nerves start getting the best of him. Well, again.

For a couple of weeks now he’d wanted to see if maybe you’d like to have a conversation outside the coffee shop. Perhaps even over dinner or lunch. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable though, or potentially upset you thinking all the talks and sweet exchanges were just to get in your pants. You were the closest friend he had right now, and he’d hate to lose that.

“H-Hey, um Y/N?”

“Yea?”

He nervously wipes his palms on the front of his khakis as he stands, carefully approaching the bar with fingers fidgeting by his sides.

“Everything okay?,” you ask a bit concerned from the redness around his neck and ears. Dennis practiced this at home many times knowing exactly what he’d say and be able to calmly walk up to you and ask you out. He didn’t take into account the pressure of the actual execution and you staring attentively at him with those eyes he could never look too long in before getting lost.

“Yea! Yea everything’s fine. But um s-speaking of change-,”

“Afternoon sunshine,” a man interrupts lightly bumping into Dennis on his way to the counter where you both stood. Taller, more muscular, and definitely more stylish than Dennis, he was worried at first glance fearing that this mystery man would steal you away. Or had already done so.

But from the roll of your eyes—a key sign of your annoyance he’d come to learn—he felt the lump in his throat slowly dissolve.

“I’m working Cannon.”

“Not right now,” he smirks. With his dazzling smile and clear, golden brown skin, anyone could assume he was a model. And they probably did from the cocky way he carried himself and strode about, no doubt letting the compliments boost his ego and inflate his head.

“Hey, you mind? Kinda in my space,” Cannon directs towards Dennis shooing him away with the tilt of his head back towards the door.

“S-Sorry.” He gave the two space, but something inside told him not to go too far away. Was it his slight jealousy? His own intuition telling him to be aware? Maybe both.

“So sunshine-,”

“Please don’t call me that,” you state looking past him to take the order of the older woman waiting behind him.

“Why? You know you’ll always be my sunshine.”

“Not after you slept with my cousin in my bed. Speaking of, she know you’re down here?” He manages to catch your hand after giving the customer her chamomile tea and packs of honey, pinning your smaller hand to the counter with no escape.

“That’s in the past and was admittedly a mistake. Let me show you how different things’ll be now.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Cmon Y/N, don’t act like you haven’t been thinking of me,” he pouts, grip growing a bit tighter as you try to get away.

“I’m not acting, now let go Cannon.”

“Still keeping up with this hard to get game? Starting to get a bit old sunshine.”

“Leave her alone.”

Both of you turn to see Dennis, now standing closer and appearing to not really know how to hold his arms going back and forth from folding them in front of his chest to letting them hang at his sides. You appreciated him for trying to stick up for you, but sweet Dennis really didn’t know what he was getting himself into. “Dennis don’t worry about me, I can handle it.”

“Yea Dennis, she’s fine,” he grins bringing your hand to his lips placing a kiss to your knuckles. The whole time holding eye contact with your, now angry, friend. “Plus this doesn’t really concern you.”

“If it’s pertaining to her it does.”

You couldn’t help but smile hearing his words and how he wanted to protect you. But at the release of your hand as Cannon stood sizing up this new challenger, your heart raced quickly going around the counter to stand between the two.

“You her new man huh?”

“N-No we’re uh just friends.”

“But you want to be. Don’t you? Why you’re trying to prove yourself as some saving knight so she has no choice but to fall head over heels for you?”

“Cannon enough, just get out.”

“Nah he wants a fight, then go ahead Dennis. I’ll even give you first shot,” he smirks with arms out giving him said free range to throw the first punch.

“I-I don’t want to fight. Just leave her alone, okay? S-She doesn’t want you anymore, m-move on to s-someone else.”

His nerves were at an all time high not knowing what would happen next. Whether Cannon would come to his senses and leave or become angrier that he wasn’t getting his way. Plus your back against his chest wasn’t helping his heart rate as you attempted to shield him.

Looking between the two of you, there’s a moment of silence before he jumps towards Dennis faking as if he were about to throw a punch clearly catching both of you off guard. You slightly flinched while poor Dennis cowered so hard his shoe slipped against the hardwood floor making him fall backwards; smacking his elbow against the counter in the process. Cannon laughed to himself watching you kneel next to him, observing his reddened elbow in your hands to make sure he was okay.

“You know my number sunshine,” he winks haughtily walking out of the little coffee shop as if nothing happened. The few customers you had remaining immediately coming over to ask if you and Dennis were okay, or needed them to call the police to which you politely declined.

“It’s starting to swell, maybe we need to go to the hospital.”

“No I’m fine,” he hissed holding his arm closer to him, not daring to extend it. “Probably just need to ice it.”

“And what if it’s more? I really think you need to see a doctor.”

He knew you were right. The way his elbow uncomfortably throbbed and felt stiff didn’t seem like a good sign. He was embarrassed though, not being able to stand tough against your ex and be that protector he always wanted to be. Something else his ex-wife chastised him for.

“A rat has more fight in him than you.”

“How did I end up with someone so…weak?”

“Some way to stand up for you,” he laughs to himself as you help him stand to his feet. “Then again I should’ve known better. Tough is definitely not part of my DNA.”

“You stayed and stepped in when you knew I was uncomfortable and, although you may not think so, protected me from Cannon trying anything more. When he first told you to leave, you could’ve done that and left me to fend for myself but you didn’t. And I’m very appreciative for everything you did.” Leaning forward, your watermelon lips meet his warm cheek making it hotter from the sensation along his skin he’d dreamed about many nights. They were just as soft as he’d thought and selfishly, he wanted to ask for another so his lips wouldn’t feel left out. Instead though, he softly smiled shyly looking down tapping the fingers of his good arm against his opposite upper arm.

“Y-You’re welcome.”

———

“Sweetheart let me know if you get tired. I can get the scooter for you.”

“Dennis I promise I’ll be fine, we’re only getting a few things,” you giggle as you both walk through the busy supermarket. “Plus the doctor said I should be staying active.”

“True, but she also said not to over exert yourself,” he counters kissing your temple as you roll your eyes.

“You worry too much.”

“No, I just love you so much. There’s a difference sweetheart,” he winks as you reach the pharmacy. It wasn’t too long of a line, but there were two people waiting ahead of you and Dennis knew with your hunger and decreased patience, the next few minutes may not be fun for you.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get the ice cream? I’ll get your inhaler so you don’t have to stand in line.”

“You sure?”

“Yea it’s okay. You go ahead,” he warmly smiles gently squeezing your hand.

“Okay, I’m gonna find the bathroom first because I definitely feel my bladder being squeezed.”

Dennis can’t help smiling to himself watching you waddle away as fast as you could, hand on your belly trying to avoid an accident—well, another one. The pharmacist even had to call out to him with a “sir?” to bring his attention back.

“Sorry, pickup for Y/N Baker.” He’d never get tired of that name rolling off his lips.

“Dennis?,” he hears making him turn around to the last person he expected to see. Six years had passed since the last time he saw her, so he honestly figured she’d moved away and no doubt moved on.

“Susan…hi.”

He appeared the same since she watched him take his things out their formerly shared home all those years ago, except for his more modern looking black frames over his eyes. He clearly also had some change in style standing in a white tee, black joggers, and sneakers. With her he always wore khakis. Would probably even wear them to bed if they were soft enough.

“Y-You’re not in khakis,” she awkwardly smiles.

“Oh um yea. I still have a couple pairs, but these are a bit more comfortable. My wife bought them for me.”

“Wait…your wife?”

As if hearing your name, you appeared smiling beside Dennis with a basket of three different pints of ice cream and a couple bags of chips excited to show him what you’d found. “Honey look, they have new flavors! I couldn’t choose so I got them both plus our usual.”

“Sounds great! Um sweetheart I want to introduce you to-,”

“Susan. The ex-wife,” you finish for him snuggling closer into his side.

“Lovely to meet you,” she smiles. You can’t say the one you give back is genuine. “And I see congratulations are in order!”

Instinctively his hand finds your swollen belly, smile widening as it gently grazes up and down. “Thanks, we’re beyond excited to meet them.”

“Them?,” she repeats, wildly blinking and looking even dumber than you already knew she was.

“Yea, twins. Boy and girl.”

“Looks like there’s no bad penis over here after all,” you add with your fakest smile making sure the words stung just the same when she told them to Dennis.

From the way she looked down fumbling with the reusable bag in her hands, you achieved your goal.

“Well,” she clears her throat meeting both of your eyes again. “It looks like you’re doing just fine.”

“I am, really more than that actually. I’ve never been happier.” His lips on the top of your head leave you smiling to yourself, and it’s the final nail in the coffin sending Susan down the river and completely out of Dennis’ life. She couldn’t lie it was tough to hear, and honestly a bit confusing how Dennis managed to move on before her.

“I’m glad. Really I wish you both continued happiness.”

“Thank you. Well, we need to be going now so have good night,” you state with one final fabricated smile before pulling your husband along with you not giving her a chance to say anything further.

“Sweetheart, you promised you’d be nice if you ever ran into her,” Dennis whispers in your ear as you place the basket on the conveyor belt.

“That was before my emotions were dictated by two babies who do not like the lady who was very mean to daddy. And may I remind him was almost the reason said babies were not conceived.”

As can be expected, being continually berated can have lasting effects on one’s mind. You began trying to erase those words of doubt and criticism when you started dating—and before that even when you were still friends—but his problems with intimacy lasted the longest. Fearing that he couldn’t please you just as he couldn’t seem to do with Susan.

Dennis was so gracious for your patience as he worked through everything and that you stuck beside him. From the days he just wanted to hold you, or be held, to the days he felt a bit more daring wanting to try something from the list of your collective kinks. You supported him every step of the way doing whatever you could.

“Do not blame our unborn children on your tendency to be over-protective,” he grins pecking your neck just as the cashier tallies your total.

Collecting your groceries and journeying back to your car hand in hand, your eyes never leave the man beside you adoringly watching him safely maneuver the mini SUV through traffic while humming to the radio.

“Is there something on my face?,” he asks once stopped at a red light making you giggle.

“No, I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“…did you mean it when you said this is the happiest you’ve ever been?,” you ask, hand comfortably gliding along the base of your growing abdomen.

“Of course. More than you’ll ever know sweetheart.”

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7 out of 10

✨Pairing✨: Andy BarberxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Andy doesn’t know what to think of this new customer service

⚠️: Fluff💕!

A/N: This is based off an adorable TikTok I saw, so I’m hoping I do it justice trying to write something off the top of my head. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Locking the door behind him, a tired sigh passes his lips as he tosses his keys in the dish and placed his briefcase on the wooden table in the foyer holding today’s mail: a couple of bills, a store catalog for you, and a postcard for baby Sienna signed by your parents from their vacation in Hawaii. The two year old was sure to squeal and awe at the picture of two dolphins breaking the water’s surface with what looked to be smiles on their faces.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!,” he announces removing his suit jacket before loosening the solid, navy blue tie around his neck.

“In the bathroom!,” you shout back followed by water splashing and high pitched giggles as if Sienna was trying to announce her presence as well. After a day filled with hearings and paperwork, he was more than happy to sit back against the soft, cream cushions of the couch; house flooded with laughs and little songs from his girls flowing down the hall. He let the sweet sounds and day’s exhaustion drift him to sleep, eventually stirring again a few minutes later at the constant taps on his chest.

“Hi princess,” he groggily smiles seeing his daughter’s mahogany eyes as she holds out a small plastic cup incredibly close to his face.

“Offree dada.” He can’t help but chuckle at her offering of coffee, and how witnessing him, or you, pour the dark liquid into his usual white mug before adding a small amount of sugar every day only solidified the idea in her head that “daddy must really like coffee.”

“Thank you honey.”

She carefully climbs down his legs in her light green butterfly onesie toddling over to her play kitchen set where she babbled to herself while searching through the plastic plates and utensils.

“Let me guess, coffee?,” you ask motioning to the little red cup as you lean down to meet your husband’s lips.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed at how attentive she is, or worried that she’s trying to tell me something,” he replies making you giggle as you settle in the cushions beside him, his arm sliding around your waist to trace his fingers along the side of your recently shaved thigh.

“Well she made me five cups in the span of an hour, so I’m thinking it’s just her specialty.”

As if knowing she was the topic of discussion, she hurries over with tight curls bouncing atop her head in two puffs and a mini frying pan in her hand holding it out towards Andy.

“Food?”

This meant she wanted you to give her your order so she could “cook” for you. Something she’d loved to do since getting the play set for her birthday, feeling as if she was just like her parents getting to prepare food in her own little kitchen.

“Hmm what do I want?,” Andy pretended to think, lightly scratching his beard. He’d typically just choose one of her favorites whenever she’d ask making her face light up before running back to her stove. This time though, Andy wondered how she’d react if he gave more than one answer.

“What about pizza..and French fries?”

“Oooh!,” she gasps clearly happy with his choice.

“And nuggets with tatoes,” he adds watching her excitedly bounce on her toes before walking towards the pretend kitchen.

“Ohh and Mac and cheese! And yogurt and ice cream.” Sienna let out a small huff, not being able to cook yet since her dad seemed to want everything tonight, which made you laugh to yourself at her growing impatience.

“I think I want cake too with cookies and candy and-,”

“Dada! Dada!,” she interrupted shaking his leg seemingly trying to tell him “that’s too much!”

“What? I’m giving my order.”

Babbling to herself as she left the pan on his lap, her feet pad to her toy chest retrieving Kit, her favorite kitten stuffed animal, before lying down next to the oven with a tired sounding sigh.

“I uh think she said if you want all that, you’re cooking it yourself. She’s off kitchen duty,” you laugh truly tickled at your daughter’s sass. Andy can’t help but laugh to himself either, getting up to place the small pan with the rest of her toys before picking her up from the floor to rest against his chest with arms around his neck.

“Be glad you’re cute. Anybody else I would’ve given a low score for customer service,” he smiles kissing the top of her sleeping head.

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•I Can Be Needy•

✨Pairing✨: gamer!Jake JensenxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Your boyfriend can kinda be oblivious sometimes

⚠️: tiny bit of angst, mentions of menstrual cycle and symptoms, fluff

You wouldn’t consider yourself a clingy person really. You valued your alone time being able to decompress the stresses of life how you saw fit or do whatever you pleased with your free time.

Naturally though, there were those moments that you wanted extra cuddles and kisses. To be doted on by your loving boyfriend. Like now when your uterus seemed to have its mind set on making you miserable.

However, your boyfriend had yet to catch onto your time of need leaving you to retreat to his gaming room for some quest with his team. It had been an hour of excited yes’s mixed with gasps and frustrated groans which made it even more difficult to focus on the movie you were watching.

Not that you were annoyed by it. Hearing him made you want to be part of the fun even if it was just sitting off to the side watching his character jump and dash across the high definition monitor as his fingers gracefully pressed against the colorful buttons. As long as you could be in the same room as him inhaling the citrus and cedar lifting from his skin, you were fine.

Tiptoeing to the office space that consisted of his make shift studio, you shyly peak in to see him sitting a bit too close for your liking with his plumper, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Toned body hunched forward concentrating on whatever battle was on the screen as his biceps twitched with every other tap of his finger. Pushing his glasses to rest higher on his nose he notices you in his peripheral, briefly pausing the game and covering the mic attached to his headset so he couldn’t be heard by his other teammates.

“Was I too loud?,” he asks full of concern, mentally making you aw at how incredibly and unknowingly cute he could be.

You shake your head. “No, I was just watching.”

“Oh, well don’t be shy.”

Motioning with his head for you to join him, you feel giddy striding along the carpet to sit on his lap nuzzling your face in his neck with a content purr.

“Um Y/N, although this is very nice-,”

“Oh are you streaming?,” you ask quickly standing up and partially out of the camera’s view.

“No but my mic’s gonna be on so be careful,” he states pulling his older gaming chair from the corner so you could sit beside him. Soft smiles spread along both of your lips as you get settled and he leans over to sweetly peck your cheek over and over until he was content.

Much to the dismay of his friends who could hear the dramatic “muah” every time Jake made contact with your skin since he accidentally turned his mic back on.

“It’s called mute lover boy.”

“Aww thanks Jakey! Love you too bro.”

“If you guys need a minute, we can sub you out. Just saying.”

“Alright alright I’m back, sorry,” he replies clearing his throat. The pink hue of his ears and cheeks has you silently giggling to yourself.

“Don’t be rude, tell Y/N we said hi!”

“Hi Tobey, Derrick, Linus. Sorry about earlier.”

It didn’t take long for Jake to regain his focus. The tiny man on the screen dressed as some sort of ninja/knight switching between brandishing his swords—before slicing and stabbing enemies—and using his bandaged hands and feet to punch and kick his way through crowds of enemies. Leaning forward again with his elbows propped on the armrests, you can’t help scooting a tad closer to wrap your arms around his upper arm placing your head on his shoulder.

A tender moment short lived by Jensen gently wriggling out of your grasp.

“Babe I can’t have you on my arm like that while I’m playing,” he whispers before shouting at Tobey to shoot arrows at the evil troll on his left.

Your soft “sorry” goes unheard by Jake in yet another battle with three—now four giants. Okay so you might not be able to touch him, but there shouldn’t be a problem with your head on his shoulder, right? So you waited until his battle was over and the group of men were congratulating each other on their successful bout before returning your head to his broad shoulder as a cut scene played. The calming narration paired with being in your boyfriend’s company has you smiling to yourself, eyes closing in content until a long awaited reveal has his arms shooting up to his head in shock and your nose being hit in the process.

“Ow! Jake!”

“Oh jeez, sorry. I forgot you were there for a second.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, standing up to put the chair back in it’s original spot.

“Hey where ya goin?”

“Our room, since apparently I’m either in the way or forgotten in here.” Grabbing for your hand, you’re quick to dodge him.

“Babe cmon, I didn’t-,”

“Whatever Jake just go back to your game.”

Before he can say another word, you’re already out the door and down the hall leaving the blonde gamer with his head falling back against the chair’s headrest, and eyes closed mentally groaning.

“Oooh someone’s in troublee,” is the last thing he hears followed by muffled chuckles before he’s taking his headset off following behind you.

———

It was so quiet when he entered the dimly lit room he thought you might’ve gone to sleep. However watching as you grimaced holding your lower abdomen and curling in on yourself, Jake’s heart sank feeling even worse that he made you upset.

“Hey Tink.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Jensen.”

“I’m sorry. You know that I never want to make you feel like you aren’t welcomed.” His sock clad feet shuffle closer until you feel the bed dip behind you followed by a sigh. “I’m also sorry for not realizing sooner that you just wanted to be close to me.” Still you lied there with your back facing him as if you hadn’t heard a word.

Normal, everyday you would’ve easily accepted his apology with open arms and plenty of kisses. However sensitive you, feeling as if you were being murdered by your own body, was a bit more stubborn.

Your ever persistent Jake wasn’t letting go easily either.

Lying down, he scoots closer behind you until his nose is pressed to the back of your neck. The warm air from his nostrils fanning across the small hairs on your nape. “Pleasseee don’t be mad at me.”

Seeing the faint twitch of the corner of your mouth and hearing your small cough trying to cover your giggle gives him hope as he wraps his bulky arms around your waist. “Go ahead and laugh, you know you want too.”

Luckily he moved his head back just in time for you to turn around, noses practically kissing on their own.

“Your nose is cold.”

“Then warm it for me,” he winks in yet another one of his dorky, yet very lovable, attempts at being smooth. You would roll your eyes, as you tended to do with some of the things your boyfriend did, but the sharp, stabbing pain in your lower abdomen has them tightly closing instead.

“Need me to get you anything?”

“No, I just took something, it hasn’t kicked in yet,” you answer taking a few deep breaths trying to relax amid the discomfort. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t worry,” he states sliding off the bed after pecking your temple. “Go ahead and do whatever you need, I’ll be on the couch with the heating pad and perhaps even holding someone’s favorite food.” The excited yet tired gasp that escapes your mouth makes him chuckle watching your eyes visibly brighten.

“But what about your game?”

“You’re my main priority tink, so if your upset I wanna try to fix it.”

Plus not to mention he only had one life left and if he made the guys start over again, they’d surely kick him off themselves.

“You’re my favoritest ever,” you giggle.

“Love you too tink.”

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•Empty Spot•

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Nightmares feel 10x worse when you’re by yourself

⚠️: mention of nightmares, work stress, pretty much all fluff

A/N🎙: Hi guys👋🏾! This is a bit self indulgent, but I hope you like it!

You’d think you were actually running how your heart raced against the mattress as your eyes opened to the dark bedroom. Automatically, you reach out expecting to meet the hard body you’re so used to being beside you, but instead all you feel are cold sheets making you frown. Of all the times Ari had to be on the road, these were the ones you hated the most.

When all you wanted was to be held, needing to be reminded how, “It’s just a dream sweetheart. You’re safe with me,” in that deep, soothing voice only he could provide. And although Dino was an equally adorable snuggle partner, you didn’t want to disturb the 11-month old German shepherd pup lightly snoring in his bed by the door.

“At least one of us is getting sleep,” you spoke to yourself. Sitting against the headboard, you finally notice the uncomfortable stick of Ari’s shirt against your chest and back due to your sweat as you wonder what to watch to ease your mind of the mysterious stranger chasing you through a random park. Truthfully you didn’t want to sleep anymore, slightly afraid of finishing said nightmare and giving your subconscious hunter another chance at capturing his prey. You were tired though having arrived home shortly after midnight and apparently only getting three hours of sleep so far with your phone reading 3:10 am.

“Maybe Ari’s still up?,” you wondered as your thumb hovered over his number. Your favorite picture of him from your first Christmas together goofily smiling at you through the screen. His deliveries spanned the west coast this time, meaning it was only a little after 12 for him. Although you didn’t like it, Ari preferred driving late at times since hardly anyone would be on the road. He’d then have an early jump on the next stop and able to rest a bit more after his delivery rather than having to immediately jump back on the interstate.

It rings four times before you hear shuffling and Ari’s groggy voice break through the silence filling you with even more want and slight guilt.

“Oh I’m sorry. I uh didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No don’t apologize,” he yawns. From his little moan you can tell he was stretching too. “What’s wrong?”

“I-It’s nothing. You should sleep it’s late.”

“And so should you, so tell me what’s got you up gorgeous?”

“…bad dream,” you whisper toying with the hem of his grey Celtics shirt. You should probably change, but that could wait until the morning when you’d shower.

“Aww I’m sorry. You wanna tell me what happened?”

“This random guy was chasing me around a park. I know it’s just a dream though and I should get over it. Be strong and all that.”

“Well as we both know, dreams can feel very real though so it’s okay to need a moment. Anything else goin’ on?” Like the attentive husband he is, Ari knew you mainly had nightmares when something was bothering you.

The last one being around the time he had to go back on the road for weeks at a time again.

“Work hasn’t really been the best,” you admit.

“Nobody’s botherin you are they? Because I’ll be back next week-,”

“No papa bear relax,” you giggle. “Just me wanting to be perfect and do well.”

“And I’m sure you are. I don’t even have to be there to know that,” he softly chuckles. “As far as being perfect goes, you know you’re perfect to me.” You can practically hear his child like smile through the phone instantly making your lips curl into one of your own.

“Glad I could get ya smiling again.”

“How’d you know?,” you shyly ask returning your head to the mounds of pillows behind you.

“The cameras. Little did you know I’ve been watching this entire time.”

“Mhm sure,” you laugh, resting the phone on the pillow next to you. Soon it’s quiet again, but comfortably so knowing your husband is there even if only audibly. “Thanks for getting my mind off things.”

“Of course. Remember all you can do, and all anyone asks of you, is your best. I know that’s what you give every day you step in that office and I’m proud of you for it,” he smiles nearly bringing tears to your eyes from his words.

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart, now get some rest you gotta be up early tomorrow. Unless you’re still not sleepy which I definitely have some ideas to help with,” he smirks as you roll your eyes.

Such the Romeo this man.

“I-Is it too much to ask for you to stay with me? If you’re really tired I get it, but I just wanna hear your voice a little longer.” Now was his turn to get comfortable—as much as he could in the 18-wheeler cab that is. Arm behind his head lying on his pillow, his other lies on his stomach after placing his phone on his chest as he softly smiled.

“Never. I’m here as long as you need me.”

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•|Gratuity (3)|•

✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: You find out what exactly Ari had in mind for that perfect date

⚠️: insinuations to naked hugs, fluff mixed throughout, mention of death, cheating (?…you’ll see)

A/N🎙: Hey guys! For those interested this is the next chapter of my little series☺️ (well one of them lol). I feel like my last chapter sucked and wasn’t really interesting so I hope you like this one! Also I’m gonna go ahead and apologize now because I know this one’s long (possibly the longest I’ve written yet😬) and because I write on mobile I’m not able to add the Read More line.

It had been a week exact from being invited to Ari’s party, and you had yet to hear from him again.

No text. No call. He hadn’t even come for his morning usual.

Unfolding the white tablecloth and sliding it along the square dark wood before setting it with the recently cleaned dishes, your mind wanders through every detail of that night as it had many times before. Ari gave you a tour of the immaculate mansion, privately getting to know you with every step down a dim hall. Of the few pictures that were hung, one particular showing Ari as a little boy sitting in his uncle’s lap mid laugh prompted stories from both of your childhoods making you fall even more for the bachelor.

He never personally knew his father who left while his mother was only halfway through her pregnancy. Knowing she’d have a difficult time caring for a child by herself, Ari’s uncle moved both of them in with him, his wife, and their full help staff. She insisted on working until she could save up enough to stand on her own, even though his uncle didn’t mind them staying for as long as she wanted. They were family, and they were both raised to do whatever they could for their blood.

Three years later, and she was close to the goal she’d set for herself. A steady job that paid well and feeling comfortable enough that she could care for little Ari by herself. However, a car accident extended his stay with his uncle indefinitely, killing his mother on impact when a drunk driver decided to speed on the wrong side of the road.

Being so young of course he couldn’t really remember a lot of his mother, but you could see the hurt in his eyes looking over the lone picture of her sitting on a blanket in the grass. Her hand comfortably on her extended abdomen as she smiled at the camera.

“This probably sounds strange, but there’s times I miss her as if I knew every little thing about her. Or was able to watch her grow old,” he speaks in a hushed whisper. Soft blue eyes finally meeting yours when you held his hand.

“It’s not strange at all. I’m no expert or anything, but I feel like you’re also missing what could have been, which can live in your head and make the pain even worse.”

Maybe his absence was due to regret of sharing so much of himself so early. That things were moving too fast for his liking with a girl that may not spark his interest anymore.

“Y/N, mind helping me with some boxes in the back?,” your manager asks just as you’ve finished setting your last table.

“Yea sure,” you answer following behind. Silently thankful for the welcomed distraction of her small talk.

———

The aroma of pan seared steak mixed with a pasta or soup of some sort is quick to settle along the walls of his nostrils shortly after entering the busier restaurant. It was a stark contrast to the usual smell of coffee and pastries he’d encounter all those mornings sitting in his booth waiting for your angelic glow, but it was still welcomed from the light grumble of his stomach. Beige turtleneck over his fitted, dark brown slacks and caramel dress shoes, he’s a slave to routine striding towards his empty booth immediately picking up the menu now displaying their lunch and dinner options.

“And what can I get for you handsome?”

A very appreciated compliment, but definitely not from the voice he expected—or wanted it to come from.

Sleek, black hair in a high ponytail, her hazel eyes seemed to drink in his muscular frame and sharp features as she stood tapping a pen against her cherry painted lips. Judging from the sensual smirk, she was clearly enjoying the man in front of her.

“Um I actually need more time if you don’t mind,” he politely smiled.

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in a few.” Ari could feel himself deflate at the possibility of you not being in today. Not seeing your warm smile or the cute way you’d get distracted telling a story. Midway through a totally different yet connected tale before shyly apologizing.

He never did mind though, addicted to the sweet sound of your voice.

The quick flash of movement in his peripheral has his joy restored turning to see you behind the bar wiping out various kinds of glasses. Making sure his previous waitress wasn’t walking towards the table, his legs and brain were on a faster accord carrying him to the vacant bar.

“You can’t change up on me like that angel,” he speaks slightly making you jump. “Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Seeing your eyes brighten and you become flustered, almost knocking over the glass beside you has the sweetest smile gracing his pink lips, and heart warming his entire chest more than any cup of coffee could.

“Ari! Um, I-I mean hi.” What kind of magic did this man hold to make you act like this?

“So, they moved you back here?,” he asks folding his arms on the glossy wood. His biceps and pecs bulging against the cotton sweater nearly have you losing your train of thought.

“No, just covering for someone today. Tomorrow I’ll be back to my usual section.”

“Good to know.”

“I was wondering where you ran off to so quick,” Ari’s waitress, Rosalyn from her name tag, smiles at the brunette before turning her attention to you. “If I didn’t know any better, it looks like you were trying to steal my customer Y/N.”

“Actually Y/N is an old friend of mine. I just came to visit her really,” he winks at you before reaching in his wallet removing a crisp $50 bill appearing as if it was just printed minutes ago. “For your trouble though.”

Of course she was happy to receive a big tip, but the fact that quite possibly the most handsome customer she’d seen yet was occupied with someone else made her smile falter meeting your eyes. “Thank you sir.”

“You know Rosalyn’s a great waitress. She could’ve helped you,” you state once she moved back to her—well your usual section.

“I’m sure she is, but once I get used to someone I like to stick with them.” You were at a loss for words not knowing whether it was a compliment or just a simple statement. The sultry look in his eyes along with the natural and effortless lick of his lips though, tells you it might be the former of the two.

“Oh, um that’s-,” you can’t even formulate a sentence with your brain trying to keep your body upright on your weak knees. Taking a break from his intense yet soft eyes, you notice the red scrapes and light blue bruises along the knuckles of his right hand immediately twisting your face into concern. “What happened?”

“Just me being accident prone,” he chuckles now hiding his hand in his lap. “I was moving some furniture and scraped it against the wall.”

“But, the bruises-,”

“I’m fine angel. Honest,” he smiles. “I do need your help with something though.”

“O-Okay, what is it?”

“I was invited to the ballet tomorrow, but I really don’t want to go by myself. Was wondering if you might be interested in joining me?” Of course you were. You’d immediately say yes if it weren’t for you remembering you hadn’t heard or spoken to him in a week, thoroughly confusing you about Mr. Levinson.

Your mouth opens once, then twice before his larger hand covers yours on the hardwood. It’s warm. Equal parts rough and soft, and you miss how it felt against your side the night of the party.

“Hey, talk to me,” he states. “If you don’t want to go-,”

“No I do. I just…I haven’t heard from you in a while and thought…well, maybe-,”

“That I wasn’t interested? Trust me when I say I still am angel. I’ve just been so busy setting up the new office and work, I barely have time to piss.” Great, now you look like the crazy girlfriend that always jumps to conclusions. And you weren’t even a girlfriend.

“I’m sorry. You were just working and I’m over here panicked it was me, or something happened. I-I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No don’t apologize.” His easy smile radiates all around you along with his charm. How does he do that? “I wanted to call or text, but life got in the way. I assure you though I will make that time up to you.”

“You don’t have to do that. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me, and I know I don’t have to. I want to. That is, if you’ll let me.” Feeling the soft hairs of his beard prickle your knuckles and warm lips meet your skin has a barely audible gasp escaping you. However from his short chuckle, Ari still managed to hear it.

Clearing your throat, you try to compose yourself as he slowly lets your hand slip from his gentle hold. “Okay, I’ll be there. W-With you that is. I’d like to go with you Ari.”

“It’s a date then.”

———

“Aww look at you Miss Cinderella! All you’re missing is your crown.”

Backing up just enough that your full body came into view of your upright phone screen, you can’t help the giddy smile as you twirl making the metallic blue, a-line dress shimmer and flow along your legs. Luckily, your bridesmaid dress from your brother’s wedding still fit after two years.

“I think the crown might be too much Ty,” you giggle spritzing yourself with your usual vanilla perfume. “I honestly feel like this dress is a bit much too.”

“Trust me, it’s not. Pretty much everyone there is gonna be dressed in their designer gowns and suits, I’ve gone enough times.”

“I just don’t wanna be overdressed.”

“Y/N, you look great and Mr. GQ isn’t gonna be able to control himself once he sees all that thigh,” she winks making you laugh. This is why you wished she was able to physically be there with you. To help calm your anxious nerves and deter your thoughts to things more lighthearted so you wouldn’t get so in your head you’d cancel.

“Tyla, what if-,”

“No! No what ifs,” she points at her screen taking a break from her computer and whatever she was typing. “Be present and try not to constantly be thinking about if you’re doing something wrong. It’s a date, have fun.”

Before you can answer, two short knocks on your door have your mouth dry and heart nearly bounding out of your chest knowing who was there. “Coming! That’s him, I gotta go.”

“Ok, call or text when you get home. And remember what I said!”

“I’ll try,” you sigh saying your short goodbyes after. With one last look in the mirror, you take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves and racing heart. You couldn’t let Ari see you nearly on the brink of hyperventilating, thus marking the start of a terrible night.

“Sorry, I was-,” you start, door open just enough that your words became lodged in your throat taking in the man in front of you. Hair slicked back and beard appearing freshly lined and trimmed, you mentally groan that he always seemed to have this effect on you. Black, velvet blazer over his black long sleeve, black slacks, and matching dress shoes, the gold medallion hanging around his neck brought even more attention to his broad chest.

“How do you manage to leave me breathless every time I see you angel?” Standing under his gaze roaming up and down your body has you feeling even more shy, shifting from one leg to the other.

“I really should be asking you,” your mouth speaks before your brain can stop it. The way your eyes shut and head taps the side of the wooden door embarrassed your words couldn’t stay in your head as planned makes a low chuckle escape his pink lips, and finger gently tilt under your chin to face him.

“You’re too cute you know that?”

He loved how adorable you were. From the way your fingers fiddled with your necklace when you were nervous to how you’d dip your head when you fumbled over your words accidentally talking to fast, he ate it up every time.

And little did you know, it brought a soft smile to his face whenever he needed it throughout the day.

“Ready to go?,” he asks offering a bent arm to escort you to his waiting car. You’re not surprised to see he owned the newest Audi A4 that reflected the overhead lights of the garage against its matte black exterior. If it were dark enough and you weren’t careful, you might miss it from it being camouflaged to it’s surroundings.

Ever the gentleman, Ari opens your door before smoothly walking to the other side and getting in himself. Him checking to see that you’re settled and comfortable before driving off has a giddy smile forming on your lips and a flock of seagulls in your stomach.

The way his hand grips the steering wheel and watch shines on his wrist with every turn doesn’t help ease that feeling. And the soft “may I?,” as his other hand rests palm up just below the radio waiting for yours definitely doesn’t help the new heat rising. You were glad the eye contact was at a minimum as you both talked, or else you’d surely be a mess from nervous sweats.

“I honestly didn’t peg you as a ballet or theater guy,” you speak once stopped at a red light. The short peek of his gleaming teeth from his amused grin leaving you weak and happy you were already sitting down.

“Why’s that? I don’t look sophisticated enough?”

“No! No, I guess because you always seem to be on the go I figured sitting down to a show wouldn’t be your first choice for a night of fun.” There’s that deep chuckle again accompanied by the light squeeze of your hand in his.

“I’ll admit it’s not my first choice, but it definitely isn’t my last.” Naturally, you were intrigued and wanted to know more.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” you smile briefly meeting his eyes before his attention was back on the busy street. He loved how you were visibly becoming more comfortable around him, giving glimpses to the side of you kept hidden away.

“…my first choice, going to a game.”

“Figures,” you thought gently nodding your head.

“My last would be skydiving.”

“Afraid of heights?”

“No, I just don’t like the idea of jumping out of a plane and trusting a flimsy piece of fabric.” A very understandable concern to have. “Your turn.”

“Okay, um first choice…watching the sunset in the park. Last is going on a cruise.”

“Hm, first time I think I’ve heard someone not like cruises. Bad experience?”

“No, I’ve uh never been. The rooms seem small and I don’t like tight spaces.” From his peripheral, he can see you uncomfortably shift, although subtle, in your seat making him graze his thumb over the back of your hand after giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”

“Don’t be. I mean you told me yours, it’s only right I tell you mine.”

“You don’t have to angel, you don’t owe me anything.” Finally parked and waiting for the valet, he’s able to fully gaze at you. The golden lights built into the hanging overhead of the building shining through the tinted window enough to enhance your already light glow.

“I know, but I want to,” you softly smile. “I was in kindergarten and we were playing hide and seek in the gym. There were these cubby like lockers off to the side so I hid there. A few seconds after, someone slid something in front of the door not knowing I was there, and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t get it open. I wanted to scream but I was hyperventilating so bad, all I could do was cry. The teacher told my parents it was only five minutes, but it felt like an hour until anyone found me thus embarrassingly leading to my claustrophobia.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, and I’m happy you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me that.”

With his free hand, he comfortably grips your chin feeling entranced by your deep brown orbs and desperately wanting to feel your rose lips against his since you opened the door looking like the goddess you were. The flicker of your eyes from his to his lips and back as you lean forward has him following your lead, nearly an inch away before a knock on his window makes a frustrated stream of air escape his nostrils.

“Sorry for the wait sir. Would you still like your car parked?,” the young, lanky looking valet asks immediately after Ari lowers his window. Giving him his keys and opening your door, your hand returns to its new home in his as you’re escorted along red, velvet like carpet lining the entire floor of the theatre’s lobby. Tyla was right about the expensive gowns and suits. Everyone around you looked regal or as if they’d walked straight off a fashion week runway to the historic building. And although you were dressed similar, you still felt inadequate, like you were a cat trying to masquerade as a dog.

“Ari, Miss Y/N,” a mystery man greets standing in front of you both. Hands clasped in front of his body, his larger and slightly huskier frame towered over you but was about equal height to Ari. His piercing green eyes made it impossible to look away from their beauty and the intensity of their nearly clear color. Your mind began to wonder how this person could know you when you’ve never met him before until the slight turn of his neck showed the intricate ink along his skin more clearly.

You recognized that dragon tattoo from the party. He was one of the stoic looming figures outside the room Ari and his uncle were meeting in. Needing the restroom, you walked through the common area briefly making eye contact before scurrying on your way. You spoke saying a soft hello, but apparently he didn’t hear. He simply stood similar to how he was now but definitely more intimidating.

“Y/N, this is Leo. He’s my personal assistant,” Ari introduces as you shyly raise your hand in a quick wave. “Everything good?”

“Yea, also saw Monroe a few minutes ago. He said he’d be seated near the front.”

“I’ll have to give him a visit during intermission then,” he smiles beginning his strides towards a more secluded set of escalators and stairs.

“Are we not sitting out there?,” you ask a bit confused as you’re both followed by Leo.

“No, our section’s a bit higher but I think you’ll like it.”

Overlooking the entire theater, the velvet lined box seat with velvet and gold chairs made you feel like the Queen of England looking down at her subjects. Now that you were seated you were honestly glad to be in your own box. There was no one blocking your view or continuously talking, seemingly knowing nothing about whispering as if they wanted to be heard over the actors. Why couldn’t movie theaters have seats like this?

“You like it?,” Ari asks, crystalline like eyes hopeful of your answer.

“I love it, it’s the perfect view,” you softly smile. Mentally swooning over the single dimple near the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome angel.”

The lights dimmed around you signaling the beginning of the first act and the murmuring around the room to cease. Neither of you had heard of this production, but it seemed to be a retelling of Romeo and Juliet from the details of the program found in your seats. As the first ballerina graced the stage, you were drawn in following every movement and additional dancer that gracefully spun and glided across the floor.

And although beautiful, Ari couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

How the soft smile had yet to leave your face as the act progressed. How your emotions also changed with the orchestra pieces, becoming concerned when the bass of the cellos became heavier, and then giggling along with the bouncier notes as the two lovers playfully danced around each other. How the glow of the stage lights brought more attention to your curled lashes and how they occasionally fluttered along your soft cheeks.

No one could convince him you weren’t an angel or some ethereal being. He’d collected too much evidence to prove them otherwise.

A light tap to his arm has his smile faltering, turning to see Leo motioning forward with his head. Up ahead trying to stealth-fully leave his seat while not distracting others from the show, was Monroe.

“Should I track him down?”

“No, he’s not rushing or panicked so I doubt he’s leaving. Plus looks like he has a date who didn’t go with him. He’ll be back.”

“Want me to collect for you?”

“Nah, this is a message I need to get across myself.” Turning back towards you, his soft smile returns seeing that you were still focused on stage. He hated to leave you even for a minute, but business called.

“Angel,” he whispers leaning close to your ear and lightly caressing your arm. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh um okay. I-Is everything fine?”

“Yea just need the restroom. You keep enjoying yourself though, let me know what I miss.” With a wink, he was shrugging off his blazer and whispering something to Leo before he disappeared through the door while the burly man sat in his seat.

“I always did love the ballet,” Leo whispers leaning towards you, eyes locked forward and you thoroughly surprised to hear such a statement easily spill from his mouth.

———

“Ari please I can explain.”

“What more is there to explain Monroe? I see you here with your lovely date, nearly front row I might add, and wearing-what is…wow a Calvin Klein suit,” the brunette chuckles pushing his sleeves up as he slowly stalks closer to the trembling man. “Now we both know you can’t afford this on top of the three grand you owe so that leads me to believe that you’ve been holdin’ out on us.”

“No! Nonono t-that’s not what happened,” he nervously stutters.

“Oh I hope not. You know, I’d hate to have to deal with you myself…or worse, get uncle involved and you know he’s not as understanding as I am.”

“Just hear me out, please I-I got the money it’s just at home in the safe,” he nervously smiles. Beads of sweat forming on his pale forehead. “I-I finally hit big at the casino and set aside what I owed so I could pay you the first chance I got.”

“Monroe I swear if you’re lying-,”

“I’m not I promise! On my dog Fiona’s life I got it. You can even come by if you want and pick it up yourself.”

He narrows his eyes trying to gauge if the man in front of him was lying or not. Head slightly tilting as he slowly took Monroe in with arms crossed in front of his thick chest. “Alright, how about you drop it off tomorrow, not a minute later than 12 or I promise I’ll find you.”

“You got it. 12, no later I swear.”

His stern features turn softer clapping Monroe on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze firm enough to serve as a reminder for who was in charge.

Quite frankly, he didn’t know what he was more afraid of. Ari himself, and the reputation that hung overhead haunting everyone who threatened to disrespect or go against him, or how easily he seemed to be able to switch from that persona to someone you’d go as far to believe was your friend.

From the group of men that entered the restroom soon after, and those waiting outside, both knew intermission had begun.

“Hope you enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll be seeing you,” Ari smiles over his shoulder, unnoticed by everyone else but making Monroe’s blood run cold.

The private escalator had Ari returning to his section quicker than those on the main floor trying to maneuver through the crowds of people needing the restroom or just stretching their legs. His eyes immediately lighting and prior business forgotten at the sight of you and Leo talking.

“Now Leo, I don’t have to worry about you do I?,” he jokes as his right hand man rises from his seat.

“Course not boss,” he chuckles stepping close so he’s able to whisper. “Everything went okay?”

“Yea, fine. May need you to handle something if we don’t see our friend at 12 tomorrow though.”

“Just say the word.”

“So, what’d I miss angel?” Reclaiming his chair, his arm drapes across your bare shoulders. Warm fingertips gingerly grazing against the cool skin of your upper arm making you shiver.

“Um Mercutio and Tybalt died. Romeo and Juliet got married and spent the night together,” you answer as he gently nods listening to your words. “If there’s something you have to do for work, we can leave. I understand.”

His larger hand slides along the back of your neck with fingers resting at your nape causing your breath to hitch in your throat. Thumb gliding along your jaw line, it’s hard to ignore the little shocks his touch leaves behind. Just like the night of his party, all your focus seems to shift to those spots he formerly occupied wishing his touch never had to leave.

From his touches to the mint lightly fanning your lips, it felt like your senses were in overdrive making you overwhelmed in the best way.

“Tonight, nothing is more important than being with you. Making up for lost time remember?”

You slowly nod, fingertips moving on their own to lightly stroke his beard as you lean in needing to see if his lips really were as soft as they looked. The low sneeze from Leo sitting against the wall reminds you you’re not alone, and although just inches from finding your answer, you reluctantly drop your head suddenly more focused on the plush carpet trying to regain your normal heartbeat.

Ari’s soft kiss to your temple has you smiling as the lights dim once again for the start of the second half of the show. Part of you began thinking you might as well leave now. With his hand on your thigh and mind dizzy, there was no way you’d be able to pay attention.

———

The cedarwood left on his pillow, and partially yours, is the first thing you notice once you’re brought out of your deep slumber. Next is the ache roaming over your body reminding you of just a few hours prior and pulling a tired smile from your lips.

After the ballet, Ari treated you to dinner at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the lapping, shallow waves of the bay that easily reflected the twinkling night sky with no high rise buildings or skyscrapers to block them. Bellies filled with gourmet food and a couple glasses of champagne, he offered to drive you home at the sight of your small yawn, but you weren’t ready to leave him though, mentally wishing that time would slow down so you could have longer with him.

“What?,” he asked, a touch amused noticing the ever slight pout of your lips.

“I…I don’t want to leave you yet,” you state peering down at both of your intertwined fingers resting on your lap. You might’ve had a bit of liquid courage from the bubbly coursing through your system, but your nerves still remained from your hushed tone. Grinning to himself, he tilts your chin to look at him with thumb grazing teasingly close to your bottom lip.

“What do you want to do then?”

Moments later, you were in his penthouse apartment both sat on his dark grey sectional sharing more about yourselves under the warm glow of the mini chandelier dangling overhead. Light touches began to linger longer over skin, and innocent pecks eventually turned hungrier until neither of you could hold back anymore. Your lips are still connected, and legs wrapped around his hips, when your back gently thuds against the cloud-like throw lying across the foot of his king sized bed. Clearly it wasn’t a regular king from how small it made you feel.

Or was that Ari’s doing from his arms being planted on either side of your head seemingly towering over you?

“Y/N are you sure?,” he asked taking a moment to catch his breath. You thought you could show better than you could tell sliding your hands from around his neck to the metal buckle pressing into your abdomen, but his hands moved quicker pinning yours above your head. The whimper that emitted from your throat definitely caught you off guard, but you’d have plenty of time later to feel embarrassed about that.

“As much as I love that little pout, I need you to know I want you to use your words with me angel.” His voice lowered to another octave and face so close to yours yet out of reach nearly made you convulse. “I’ll give you anything you want, but you have to say it.”

“Y-Yes I’m sure. I want you Ari.”

The soft smile he flashed before tasting your lips again quickly had your heart melting, along with other places.

He was so attentive, committing every whine, whimper, moan, and squirm to memory trying to make sure you were taken care of. And from how relaxed you currently felt, you’d say he achieved his goal.

Whoever was lucky enough to stroll into your life after Mr. Levinson definitely had some competition.

Realizing how quiet it was, you slowly rise clutching the white sheet to your bare chest wondering where Ari could be. His side of the bed wasn’t made and both of your clothes were still strewn across the floor, which you hoped was a sign he was still here. You gently pad along the short fibers of the cream carpet kneeling to get your intimates and dress, lying it at the foot of the bed. In an attempt to conceal yourself, you carefully pulled his white tank over your head although you were sure Ari wouldn’t mind you walking around half naked.

Daylight shining bright through the floor to ceiling windows, you’re able to observe a bit more of the penthouse apartment than you could last night. The stainless steel appliances in the pristine kitchen that looked as if it was hardly used. The two extra doors you assumed led to guest rooms. How he seemed to be planted right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city peering down at the crowded street filled with cars and people rushing from corner to corner. You feel those butterflies again and smile form on your lips at his tattooed back sitting on the balcony enjoying the mid-morning air with phone pressed to his ear.

“Probably business,” you thought stepping towards the cracked door. You only meant to let him know you were about to leave, but his words had you frozen in place focused on this private conversation.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t call last night I was tied up with some things.”

More like someone.

“How’s princess? Good, that’s good. No, I uh can’t really talk this morning but tell her I’ll call later.”

The way he peered down at his feet, free hand keeping his hair out of his eyes as he lowly spoke made him appear guilty, which didn’t help your new impending thoughts.

“Yea I’ll be back in time for the recital, I wouldn’t miss it. Alright, don’t let me hold you I know how she can get,” he chuckles, “Talk to you later, love you too.”

Your feet were apparently just as shocked as your mind from their limited movement. How could this man who’d been nothing but sweet, kind, and ever so charming with you do this? Not only to you, but those waiting for him wherever they were more than likely not knowing about his double life. Just as you were finally able to turn around, trying to quickly retreat back to the bedroom to get your things, the click of the lock followed by his low whistle has you dreading ever serving the man behind you.

“Good morning angel,” he smiled swiftly twirling you to face him before pecking your lips and jaw. A low hum sounded in his throat as his eyes raked along your body loving how you looked in his clothes, while his finger traced up and down the shoulder’s band. “Sleep well?”

You simply nodded. Small grin planted on your face trying to hide the hurt you currently felt aching through your chest. You might’ve slept well, but you had definitely woken to a nightmare finding Ari wasn’t the man he appeared to be.

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•Say Yes•

✨Pairing✨: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Colin’s present for you can’t wait until Christmas morning

⚠️: mention of past naked hugging, use of a nickname (princess), pretty much all fluff

A/N🎙: Hi guys! So I’ve been seeing posts about the Soulful Hoeliday Collective created by @geminixevans​ @fineanddandy​ @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger​, @jamalflanagan​, @sunshinexsin​, & @afriendlyblackhottie and I wanted to participate (as to get out of my shy comfort zone and seeing that I’m finally in the Christmas spirit lol). Since I write using the mobile app, I’m not quite sure of the word count nor am I able to use the keep reading cut off (unless I’m just missing something) so apologies for that, and hope you guys like it☺️!

Lashes lazily fluttering against his lightly freckled cheeks, the corners of his mouth curled into a tired smile watching your shoulders sway to the low music as you neatly placed another present, along with some light blue tissue paper, in a separate gift bag covered in snowflakes.

Who would’ve thought Colin Shea; notable player, womanizer, himbo, whatever your term of choice would be smitten enough to actually be tied down? His friends and band mates definitely didn’t. Nor did the countless women expecting a call back the next day only to never hear from him again until they’d awkwardly meet in the grocery store, or at some party.

Even Colin himself didn’t think so, content with his bachelor lifestyle and having no responsibilities other than taking care of himself. That one night after bringing you back to his place though, something in him changed. Just as he was now, he smiled to himself waking up to your head on his bicep that next morning. Braids scattered along the wrinkled pillow and your pouted lips ghosting against his inner elbow. Instead of using Ally’s apartment to avoid your hopeful eyes as you suggested date ideas he knew he’d never agree to, he went over asking to borrow some of her coffee since he hadn’t gone to the store yet. Plus he knew she wasn’t using it with him having yet to replace her broken coffee pot.

Contrary to how she and most his friends thought, no this new Colin wasn’t because of the two hours you spent tangled in different positions and probably disturbing the other inhabitants on the floor—and maybe the floor below too. Well, not solely.

You had this infectious spirit that once you entered his life, he knew you’d be hard to let go. Not that he wanted to though. From your bright smile to the adorable way your nose scrunched when you laughed, Colin wanted you with him for as long as possible. He admittedly felt crazy having such strong emotions so early on, but he was addicted to what he knew about you so far and wanted to know so much more.

A year later and he was still addicted. Feining for you and your touch even if you were only apart for an hour.

“Look who’s awake,” you smirk over your shoulder hearing him groan as he stretched his limbs. “You know, when you suggested we wrap presents together I assumed you’d be helping too.” His tired chuckle hits you just as deep as his raspy voice.

“Sorry princess, guess I was still tired from the gig last night,” he replies moving to kiss up your neck to your cheek and finally tilting your head back to reach your vanilla lips before sitting beside you.

“It’s okay. You’re just in time for the actual wrapping portion,” you smile handing him the fresh roll of mistletoe covered wrapping paper. “I saved it for last since it takes up the most time.”

Carefully removing the glossy paper from its plastic covering, Colin watches you place the cream sweater and matching scarf you bought his mom in a cardboard box before effortlessly measuring, cutting, then folding the paper over the present until it was neatly wrapped with a shiny, red bow on top. You didn’t make it seem difficult, clearly it should be the same for him.

So just like you, he placed the plaid button up for his father in the box before cutting a long strip of paper he was sure would be long enough. Folding around the middle of the box was simple enough, but the ends left him ready to cancel the entire holiday after 10 minutes of trial and error.

How did you get the little triangles on yours again? And how was your paper so taut while his looked wrinkled and loose?

His frustrated sigh has you looking over from your third wrapped present to see him still struggling on his first. “Need some help?”

“We don’t have any more gift bags I can just put this in?”

“We do, but you’re halfway there! Your ends are just a tad bit long,” you reply cutting the ends so they were now about half the length they originally were. “Now you can press these in like this, then fold the top to sit on the bottom piece, and done! Think you can do the other half?”

“How ‘bout you take over the wrapping, and I’ll just hand you stuff when you need it?,” he suggests using the same charm that’s somehow gotten him out of trouble all these years.

The way you narrowed your eyes before softly laughing proves it still works.

“Next time you ask for my help with presents, I’m charging you plus interest.”

“Thank you princess, you’re amazing,” he smiles leaning over to peck along your jawline making your giggles strengthen.

“Yea yea, I’m only taking over because it’s already late and I gotta head back home.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Can’t. I’m supposed to hang out with Melissa tomorrow.”

Call him sappy, but he hated seeing you go. Especially when you’d have to leave late at night when anything could happen.

“She can pick you up here,” he states sliding behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist to slot you between his legs. “Orr, you can reschedule.”

“No that’ll be the third time I rescheduled—second because of you,” you laugh gently nudging his knee. “You can’t be the only person I hang out with Colin Shea.”

“Why not? I’m fun,” he whines tucking his face into your neck.

“Because your fun would probably include us never leaving this apartment if you had your way.”

“I mean…would that be so bad?”

“Colin-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles nipping your earlobe. “If I really had my way though, you’d be the first thing I see in the morning and the last I’d see at night.”

Finished with the last present, you turn to straddle his hips as your hands rest along the sides of his neck. Fingers gliding along the small hairs at his nape making him softly hum.

“Such the romantic.”

“And I’m not done yet,” he whispers, pecking your lips before his arm stretches under the colorfully lit tree across from you to retrieve a small grey box hidden behind one of your earlier gift bags.

“What’s this? Christmas isn’t until next week babes.”

“It couldn’t wait,” he shrugs watching your eyes twinkle untying the sparkly white ribbon to lift the lid. Lying on top of the square, cotton like material sat a red capital B with a silver baseball bat behind it making you softly gasp. Not in the way that you were surprised, but how a parent would react to their child gifting them a drawing of what looked like scribbles but was apparently something else.

Your quiet wow as you tried to appear grateful made it hard for Colin to hold back his laughs.

“Aw…um a Red Sox keychain! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but you should always look to make sure there’s nothing extra,” he chuckles. Your finger hooks in the clasp of the cold metal raising it until you see a silver key reflecting the overhead light as it gently twists back and forth.

“A mysterious key…”

“That opens my front door.” Your blank stare has him a bit nervous definitely expecting a different reaction. “I uh thought since you’re mostly over here that maybe you’d like not having to wait on me sometimes you know? Let yourself in. Get comfy. Maybe even have some stuff over-,”

“You’re sure?,” you ask. Eyes feeling watery holding the key in your lap.

“Of course I am. I meant it when I said I wanted to see you in the morning and at night. Plus I wouldn’t have to worry about you getting home safe since you’ll be here,” he smiles. “That is if you want.”

Of course with any big decision in your life, there was that anxiety filled voice of doubt that wondered if it wouldn’t work. If you both were moving too fast and this was a mistake. A catastrophic explosion of personalities waiting to happen.

But you loved Colin and knew he loved you too. Everything was great and you both were happy, so why not follow your heart?

“Okay.”

“O-Okay?”

“Okay, I want to move in,” you smile, thumb grazing over his plump bottom lip. “If you’ll still have me that is.”

“I’ll have you now. Later. Tomorrow. Three years from now,” he answers pecking your lips between each statement, pulling your body down to lie over his. “I love you too much to not.”

“I love you too Colin.”

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•Too Smart•

✨Pairing✨: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Your son seems to be ready for his first haircut

⚠️: None, all fluff💕!

A/N🎙: This adorable prompt was requested by @allsilkandsatin (sorry for taking a while to get it out) but I hope you like it☺️!

“Y/N’s gonna be pissed,” Scott stated slightly shaking his head.

“No, she’s not….at least I hope not. Just hold him still.”

What started out as Chris adoringly watching little Angelo carefully brush his teeth from his spot against the doorframe quickly turned into a hairdresser’s worst nightmare when the three year old happened to find the shears his father used to trim his beard. He only left for three minutes tops to let his brother in, but apparently that was long enough for the toddler to cut the front part of his curly hair making it substantially uneven to the remaining strands on his head. While Chris looked a mere blink from a heart attack, Angelo just giggled. Toothpaste still around his mouth as he let the short pieces fall from his hand to the tile below.

“I didn’t know he could even use scissors.”

“Me either, and how did he know where they were?,” Chris sighs standing up to fully take in his work. Even though it was the same length all over, his hair still looked disheveled as if he’d rolled around on his head all day. “It still doesn’t look right. I’m gonna have to use the clippers.”

“He’s gonna let you use that on him?,” Scott asks shifting his youngest nephew so he could get his phone to use as a distraction if needed. So far he’d been fine, playing with the older man’s fingers and telling stories as Chris trimmed the best he could.

Thinking back to the first time Angelo saw him using the grey and silver clippers, he slightly cringed rubbing the back of his neck. His baby boy cried into your shoulder, afraid the unknown object would somehow hurt his dada, you both guessed. Ever since, he’d become nervous when hearing the buzzing metal and whine while typically trying to seek you out since Chris would be the one using them.

He was just hoping he wouldn’t get a worse reaction with the clippers being right against his head.

“Well, won’t know til we find out.”

———

Brushing away whatever little hairs remained on his shirt, he made it to the last step of the staircase just in time to see you enter the quiet house. Shopping bags in both hands as you greet him with a bright smile and your sweet as honey lips.

“How was everything?”

“Good! Yea no accidents at all.”

“You idiot, why’d ya mention accidents?,” he thought, mentally kicking himself. “H-How’d everything go with you?”

“Good! Your mom says hi, and I found an outfit for Lolo to wear in our pictures on Saturday,” you smile pulling the miniature red and black flannel shirt with adjoining dark jeans from the large, paper bag. “And look! Baby timbs!”

“Woww, so adorable,” he nervously smiled. You continued on about what you and he would wear, saying something about aesthetics and matching, but he couldn’t hear you over his pulse thumping in his ears. How could he forget about the family pictures this weekend? Something you’d been dying to do since Angelo was one, but due to Chris’ back to back filming schedule had to get postponed until this year.

And now thanks to a pair of shears, his son would practically be bald. Scott was right, you definitely were gonna kill him.

“Where’s Angelo? I want to make sure it fits.”

“No!,” Chris quickly answers blocking you from going up the stairs and thoroughly confusing you as to why you couldn’t see your son.

“I mean no as in…he’s sleeping. Yea I just got him settled before you pulled in.”

“Oh. Ok, well I’ll just put these in his room then.”

“Orrr, we can sit down, relax. Maybe even take a nap too,” he suggests bending down to lift you over his shoulder leaving the bags of clothes by the stairs as he carried your giggling body to the couch.

“Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not being weird, I’m just looking out for you. All those stores I know you’re tired and feet are killin’ ya so rest,” he smiles pecking your lips before comfortably smothering your body into the dark cushions. “Plus when’s the last time we napped together?”

“We sleep together every night you’re here Chris.”

“Yea but naps though…they just hit different,” he mumbles against your chest. From the furious taps upstairs, and slightly heavier ones following, his eyes shoot open knowing what’s soon to come.

“Mommy!,” Angelo shouts trying to get down the stairs as fast as he could while still being careful. Chris would try to keep you pinned, but you’d already slid from under him excited to meet your mini me at the bottom of the stairs. Plus it was impossible to hide something like that from you, so he might as well get it over with.

“Hi my-Lolo?”

Leaping into your arms playfully hanging from your neck, your hand immediately rubs against the barely there strands feeling soft pricks against your palm.

“Heyyy Y/N,” Scott smiles meeting you both at the bottom immediately after. “You look gorgeous as always.”

“Thank you, now will you or your brother please explain why my son no longer has hair?,” you ask looking between the two men who were clearly nervous.

There was a moment everyone just looked at each other in silence. Angelo playing with your necklace while his father shifted from one leg to the other.

“A-Angelo was brushing his teeth in our bathroom and I went downstairs to let Scott in right? I promise I was only gone for a couple minutes, but when I came back the front of his hair was short and I tried to fix it but it didn’t look right so I kinda had to cut it all off,” he explains in a rush of words you’d describe as a word vomit. His accent somehow getting thicker and making the little boy in your arms giggle.

“I know you’re probably pissed, but it’ll grow back!”

“Chris-,”

“And-And the pictures’ll still look good!”

“Chris-,”

“Or he can always wear a hat?”

“Chris I’m not mad,” you laugh placing a hand over his mouth so you could finally talk.

“No?,” he asks, voice muffled and eyebrow raised.

“Well now that I see my brother is safe from harm, I’m gonna leave you guys to it,” Scott smiles giving a quick hug to Chris then you. “Please don’t change your mind and decide to kill him though. Poor guy tried his best.”

His poor attempt of a whisper instantly makes you grin shaking your head. Your husband nodding his head in agreement behind him flashing his most charming smile as to try to further persuade you.

“And no more experimenting with hairstyles,” he pointedly directs at a grinning Angelo before kissing his cheek. Exchanging “love you’s” with the family of three before heading to his own place.

“So you’re really not mad?,” Chris asks taking the little boy from your arms, who admittedly was starting to wear you down.

“No, it’s just hair it’ll grow back.”

“…Babe, I distinctly remember you crying the other night looking at Angelo’s baby book talking about how his hair was so curly and cute, and you hoped he never got rid of it.”

“Okay first off, that was an extra sensitive night for me I even cried at the GEICO gecko. But I wasn’t crying because of his hair, it was just the thought of him growing up so fast.”

Meeting his son’s twinkling brown eyes, Chris can’t help but softly smile smoothing down the soft hairs on the little boy’s head. Sometimes he too would just stop and stare as he played or even slept, wondering how it felt as if you’d both just found out yesterday you were having a boy. Yet here he was, nearly ready for pre-school and with so much personality that reminded Chris daily of the two of you. “Yea, before we know it he’ll be driving.”

“And he already looks older with his new haircut,” you pout hugging your husband’s waist adoringly gazing at your son. “You like your haircut Lolo?”

“Mhm!,” he nods before lightly tapping Chris’ head, which now looked identical to his own, “Like daddy!”

“You’re right bubs! Now you’re daddy’s mini me.”

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Gratuity

✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: He stops in your restaurant everyday, and both of you can’t wait.

⚠️: Rude customer, fluff💕

A/N: I really like the mob AU idea from some stories I’ve read here and I’ve always wanted to write my own imagine with that plot and finally had my own idea for a little series I could do with it! I hope you guys like it☺️!

“Looks like your friend is here,” your co-worker, Sherry, smiles playfully nudging your arm a mere seconds before the bell on the door dings of his arrival. Nine o’clock, as usual, sitting at one of the tables in front of the wide window with today’s newspaper to his right and phone in hand typing away at the screen. Today you see he decided to sport your favorite: his navy blue suit paired with a white button down underneath partially opened towards the top that you could see the gold medallion he typically wore. His black shoes shining even under the table from the overhead light hitting them just right.

The few months you’ve seen him come in, he never failed to look anything less than dapper. Then again that was usually the dress code for anyone coming into the restaurant, always well-groomed and flashing their wealth whether physically in the luxury brands and jewelry they wore or sometimes vocally if they were bold and arrogant enough.

That’s where he differed though.

There was always a small sense of intimidation with those you served having and coming from much less, but not with him. He was so down to earth and seemed genuinely interested when asking about your day or your weekend plans. Just being in his presence brought a comfort that you reluctantly had to leave whenever you had to wait on someone else or it was time for one of his meetings.

“Good morning Mr. Levinson. What can I get you?,” you smile, notepad and pen ready for his order. You probably didn’t need it since he tended to order the same thing every morning: coffee, black, with a couple slices of toast and some butter on the side. “What can I say, I like what I like,” he shrugged with a small chuckle when you pointed it out in one of your earlier conversations.

“Good morning, and I thought we talked about you calling me that?,” he smirks looking up from the sports section spread out on the table.

“I know, but I’m supposed to be-,”

“Professional. I understand angel.”

And there was that little nickname making your insides flutter and your body heat from being flustered. It’s also what made Sherry term him as your “friend” passing by last week and hearing the endearing name pass his pink lips.

“I’ll just take coffee today. Can’t stay as long as I used to.”

There’s a small, disappointed pang to your heart that you wouldn’t be able to talk with him like you usually could. Hardly anyone showed up in the morning, mostly coming for lunch and dinner so there were plenty of times he would invite you to sit with him, keeping him company for just a short while before you had to appear as if you were working.

It didn’t take any time for you at all to retrieve one of the coffee pots from the many coffee makers before returning to his table carefully pouring the strong smelling liquid into the white porcelain cup sat on top of the miniature plate.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“No this is perfect, thank you. You always take care of me angel,” he smiles blowing the steam from the cup as the praise hits just enough to have you bashfully biting your lower lip to hide your giggle.

“Y-You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything mister- I mean Ari.”

“Um excuse me?,” a customer calls snapping his fingers from across the room. “I’ve been here for 10 minutes and haven’t even gotten a water yet.”

“That was a lie,” Ari thought slowly placing his cup down giving the man a once over. He saw him walk in all haughty dripping with self entitlement maybe five minutes ago, yet he has the nerve to get angry. And with you of all people. He wasn’t even sitting in your section, so really the impatient man wasn’t your responsibility. Knowing you though, he wasn’t surprised to watch you walk over apologizing to the undeserving, weak Wall Street minion trying your best to satisfy his needs.

“What else can I get you besides water?”

“No, I don’t want water. Get me a coffee with three creams and one sugar. The good kind not the fake stuff in the packet, along with the chef’s omelette. And try to have it out to me before you close,” the older, bald man orders sliding his menu to the side, completely ignoring your outstretched hand trying to grab it, before answering his phone.

Your quiet, “yes sir,” along with a heavy sigh had Ari boiling at how someone could mistreat such an innocent and sweet person like you just trying to do their job. Plus the annoying man just seemed to talk louder the longer his conversation ran interrupting Ari’s peaceful reading.

A few seconds later, you returned with his coffee prepared just as he requested, and then again with his food smelling just as delicious as it looked.

“About time,” he grumbled before tucking his napkin beneath the collar of his wrinkled shirt and picking up his fork and knife already slicing through the folded egg.

“Let me know if-,”

“What is this?!,” he asks dropping his utensils on the table that ultimately clattered all the way to the black floor. “I didn’t want onions!”

“I’m sorry sir, but you didn’t say-,”

“Can you do anything right?!,” he sighs, “Guess they just hire anybody today.”

“Would you like me to get you another one without them? Or something else?,” you ask doing the best you could to hide your annoyance and frustration.

“No, I want you to sit out front and look pretty,” he sarcastically retorts, “what do you think?”

“Let me get the chef for you,” you reply moving towards the kitchen.

“You do that.”

Ari had seen and heard enough.

———

“Alright, what seems to be the problem?,” the chef, Frank, asks following you out to the dining room floor. To your surprise though, the customer was no longer there, just Ari drinking the last of his coffee before folding his newspaper.

“I thought you said there was a customer mad about his order?”

“Oh that guy? He seemed to change his mind while you were back there,” Ari answers digging in his pocket for his wallet. “Actually started to like onions after the first bite.” Sure enough looking at his plate, it was completely cleaned without a crumb in sight as if he licked those away too.

“Huh, well good for him. No issue after all,” Frank sighs patting your shoulder before returning to his position in front of the stove. You’re still left confused, wondering what made him change his mind after getting so angry over something so minuscule. However not for long as Ari hands you some folded up bills along with his ticket in the black, leather folder. Standing so close and being face to face with his chest, you can smell the deep patchouli mixed with citrus wafting off his clothes that has you suddenly weak feeling as if you need something to lean on.

“S-So um same time tomorrow?,” you nervously chuckle trying to rid the melting feeling from your head and legs.

“Afraid not. I have a full day tomorrow starting at eight, so I can’t stop by,” he answers, noticing the slight dim in your usual glow that makes warmth spread across his whole chest.

“I am having a party for the opening of my office tomorrow night that I’d love for you to come to. You can even bring a friend or friends.”

“Oh, um okay. Yea I think I can make it,” you shyly smile making a soft one spread across his bearded face as well.

“If you can’t or need a ride, just give me a call,” he replies handing you a matte black business card with only his name and number in a simple yet bold, gold font.

“Will do.”

Just as he strides towards the door, thick back muscles perfectly showcased from the tailored suit, your voice calls him back walking up to him holding out the money he left, no longer folded.

“You left $500,” you whisper, “I think this is meant for something else.”

The slightly calloused yet also soft feel of his hands manually closing yours as he leans in next to your ear along with the gentle rub of his beard on your cheek has a short, surprised gasp escaping your lips that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later.

“I know what it was meant for angel,” he answers. Deepened, husky voice vibrating your eardrum with his whisper. Backing away, there’s a smug grin on his face at how shy and flustered he has you. You didn’t see it though, currently unable to meet his eyes as you focused on your breathing and the floor beneath your feet.

“You have a good day Y/N.”

“Thanks. Y-You too Ari.” Leaving you with a small wave, your eyes follow him through the window until he’s no longer in view and you can somewhat regain your normal breathing. You tried to distract yourself with cleaning and getting ready for the impending lunch rush as you pick up his discarded cup carrying it to the other table that once sat the disgruntled customer to collect his plate and cup also.

Something catches your eye though at the top corner of the white, square plate that you know wasn’t there earlier.

Your finger delicately glides along the small crack until the chipped piece gives way leaving a v shaped gap about an inch long in its place. On the table cloth just above the plate was a single red droplet while next to the gap the same red stain seemed to have been spread a bit leaving behind more so of a line. There was no ketchup nor hot sauce on the table that could cause the stain so you couldn’t help but wonder,

“Is this blood?”

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That Was Unexpected..

✨Pairing✨: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: A little prank causes your boyfriend to dig himself into a pretty deep hole

⚠️: Chris being a meatball, fluff💕!

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this short imagine! (Don’t really know how I feel about the ending but 🤷🏽‍♀️) This is just something quick and fluffy I wanted to write based off this post I saw on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/CTZ4vpqFH0w/?utm_medium=copy_link

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scottevansgram: You should do this just to see what Chris says

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Switching your phone to its camera, it’s strategically angled so only your face is seen as to not make your boyfriend suspicious of what you were doing. Not that he’d see it since his attention was solely on the Patriots game playing on the screen. He probably would’ve forgotten you were beside him if not for your calves lying across his lap.

You press record just in time to catch his frustration at the last play making you roll your eyes at the phone propped up by your thighs.

“We can’t keep makin’ dumb mistakes like that if we wanna go to the Super Bowl,” he states. Thick Boston accent very much active before taking a drink of his beer.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight,” you casually announce picking a piece of lint off your shirt. Well, really his but he hardly ever wore it.

You now had his attention though meeting his eyes shining the lightest of greens from the peaking sunlight, as his hand gently grazed over your shin. “Why? You don’t feel good?”

“No I’m fine, I just want to sleep on the couch.”

“Oh okay, we can have a little camp out in here then. Make a fort and watch movies,” he smiles leaning over just enough to sweetly kiss your knee.

“That sounds fun, but I was kinda expecting to sleep by myself,” you reply. His furrowed eyebrows and puppy like eyes aiming right at your heart.

“…did I do something?”

Now, you could’ve ended it there. Easing his worries by explaining how it was just a joke and you wanted to see how he’d react.

Where would the fun be in that though?

“Did you do something?,” you counter making it sound as innocent as you could.

“No,” he quickly answers before his hand nervously scratches the back of his neck. One of the common tells that he was lying. “Well-,”

“Well? Christopher what did you do?”

“Nothing..technically. I might’ve damaged your favorite jersey though.”

“The same jersey my dad bought me at my first ever NFL game?! Seriously Chris?!”

The joke was the last thing on your mind now as you quickly sat up.

“I’m sorry! I was separating the laundry and-and Dodge was there right? And I was kiddin’ around like ‘got a new treat for you’ since we have our little rivalry, but of course he didn’t do anything ‘cause he’s a good boy-,”

“Unlike his father,” you quip making him slightly hang his head.

“Okay I deserve that. So then the doorbell rang and he ran off but the jersey got caught on his nail and made a hole. I tried to sew it but then the thread got tangled and I promise I was gentle trying to untangle it, but when I got the thread apart it also made the hole bigger.” You can only shake your head as you move to stand up, but are instead kept in place with his hands still on your lower legs.

“I got you a new one though! But I guess ya probably already know that..,” he lowly adds with head down in shame for not telling you sooner.

“I didn’t until now.”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know about the jersey until you just told me. Earlier, that was just a joke from a video Scott sent me,” you explain watching his skin transition from a light pink to faint red and mouth form into a small “o”.

“I just wanted to see how you’d react. I wasn’t expecting a confession.”

Head falling to your shoulder, a giggle slips past your lips at his mixture of a groan and chuckle. Only he would be the one to find himself in a situation like this.

“I’m so gonna kill Scott when I see him.”

“Might not want to say that too loud,” you reply holding up your still recording phone now focused on his face as his laughter grows.

“Well I guess that works in my favor too since you can’t say anything about hurting me now can you sweetheart?,” he grins pecking your lips.

“Mm debatable. I can always delete the evidence honey,” you wink before rejoining your lips with his.

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An Ear Full

Pairing: Mike WeissxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: His ex-wife’s tried. Paul’s tried. Pretty much everyone in Mike’s life has tried to set him straight. Maybe your approach won’t be futile like the rest.

⚠️: Language, mentions of Drug Use, brief mention of Nudity, Angsty times, Arguing, ends in Fluff tho (as always because I’m a soft heaux lol)!

You’ve always heard people complain about the annoying, constant beep of the heart monitor. How it makes those who need complete silence unable to sleep nor watch the small television in peace without having to turn it up nearly to max volume. Even then it wasn’t enough to drown out the monotonous tone.

It brought you comfort though. Comfort that he was still on this side hopefully feeling your presence as you sat across from his sleeping figure.

It’s funny. Even with you screaming at each other the day before, you were still there as if nothing happened.

You guessed you could chalk that up to love.

“Give me the bag,” he ordered exasperated and annoyed. Was it from his long disappeared high? The nude woman sprawled against his pillows and sheets? You simply arriving at the cluttered, disorganized house with his clothes in tow trying to get him ready for the hearing? It could’ve been all three, but you just standing there looking at him perched on the edge of his king bed wasn’t helping.

“Give me the fucking bag!,” he repeated raising his voice and making you jump from this unfamiliar tone. Sure you’d heard him like this with his ex wife, Jamie, or whoever was unlucky enough to have ticked him off that day, but he’d never directed his anger towards you.

And after you were done with him, he’d dare not do it again.

Setting his freshly washed and pressed outfit down on the one table Jamie left him, you retrieve the small, black bag containing his stash of favorites along with needles and other paraphernalia he’d need to get to the numbing bliss he loved. He watched you step closer, at what felt like an agonizing pace, holding out his hand to take it from you until your sharp turn to the bathroom and a zipper being unzipped cause him to hurriedly follow, moving faster than he did in a long while.

The sploosh and light thunk of all the bag’s contents hitting the shallow, toilet water and eventually bottom of the bowl has him yanking it from your hands before moving you out the way. “What are you doing?!”

“You want it? Then go get it! Dig in the toilet that hasn’t been cleaned in God knows how long and get your shit because I’m not giving it to you!”

“Y/N please, I don’t have time for your mouth right now.”

“Oh but you have time for random hookers who pretend to be your friend for the night? Or however long you pay them for? You have time for their mouths right?,” you snap.

Any other time, his glare would’ve had you intimated. Trying to avoid upsetting him any further and retreating to your corner like a scared kitten. Now you were standing inches from those pale blue eyes as if daring him to make his next move.

“Yeah. Especially when they don’t talk and let me have my way!”

“Right because that’s what you want. Little yes men that’ll keep enabling you instead of being around those who actually care for you and want to help!”

“Jeez can you both quiet down? I’m trying to sleep,” the previously naked stranger now standing a few feet away in Mike’s red button down states with a yawn.

“You, can leave!,” he shouts over his shoulder before his dark, sunken eyes re-connected with yours. “And why’s it a problem now? You’ve known me for a year yet you haven’t said anything before.”

He was right. You could’ve tried to say something earlier, but you were honestly afraid. You didn’t want to overstep and already knew he’d advise you to stay in your own business rather than poking in his. Now though, it’s like you felt this sense of obligation to at least say something even if he would just brush you off.

You knew exactly where it came from, but you couldn’t tell him. No, you shouldn’t tell him. Just like how you shouldn’t be having the feelings you currently were for him. You could already hear your parent’s and friends’ voices telling you to distance yourself before it’s too late.

“Aww looks like someone has a little crush on you Mike,” the woman mocks. Her condescending tone making frustrated tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Bet you wish you were the one sharing a bed with him hm?”

“Didn’t I tell you to go?!” His gaze stayed glued to you and how your fist nervously shook at your side. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or stressed, your fidgeting fingers lacing with each other was always a dead giveaway. There were plenty of times you two would be hard at work and he’d grab your hand holding it in his larger one until you finally let out that long harbored breath in your chest.

He was willing to bet what little he owned that you were actively fighting how desperately your fingers wanted to fidget, thus confirming whatever her name was’ statement.

“Y/N-,”

“I gotta go,” you interrupted trying to ignore the newfound softness in his features as you rushed pass and out the cramped bathroom. “Remember the hearing’s at four.”

That’s the last thing you said to him. Even when he arrived in court, you only acknowledged each other with a small nod and occasional quick glance. Early the next morning, you were abruptly awoken from your sleep at a panicked call from Paul explaining how he’d arrived at Mike’s to find him OD’d and was now at the hospital waiting to see if he’d make it.

You showed up shortly after not bothering to change out of your pajamas and hadn’t left his side since he was wheeled into his own room from being transferred out of the ICU. Paul wanted to stay, but you insisted he go back home to his family and get some rest. Plus his baby girl would be up soon, and you knew he wanted to be there to help.

So, here you sat in the leather recliner bundled in three blankets trying to keep yourself warm.

“Comfortable?” His gravelly voice hitting your ears has a sympathetic smile forming on your lips as you stand to be even closer to him.

“Nice pjs,” he weakly chuckles at your Mickey Mouse themed top and matching shorts.

“You know where you are? Or what happened?”

“Well from the annoying beeps and bright lights, I’m guessing the hospital,” he sighs. “And the last thing I remember is shooting up, so looks like I overdid it for me to end up here.”

Your disapproving glare at his easygoing attitude only makes him chuckle more. “What? I’m still alive relax.”

“Barely! You coded twice Mike! They thought you wouldn’t make it.”

“But I did so calm down!”

Silence falls over the two of you as you both just peer at each other apparently on track to continue your passionate conversation from before.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you finally speak barely above a whisper crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Alright, no more arguing-,”

“No I mean working with you and Paul. I’m done.”

He winces slowly trying to sit up ignoring your cautions that he should stay put and rest.

“Look I’m sorry about yelling at you and what happened back at the house, but don’t quit okay? We need you. And Paul especially.”

“It’s not about you yelling,” you sniff wiping your eyes before your tears could fall past your lids. “I can’t just sit and watch you keep doing this to yourself.”

“Mr. Weiss! Good to see those eyes open,” Sherry, the middle-aged nurse, smiles entering the room. “And I’m sure your friend is excited too. She’s been here beside you all morning.”

“Yea. She probably doesn’t believe me but I’m happy to see her too,” he answers reaching up with a small grunt to wipe away a missed tear rolling down your cheek.

“Aw I’m sure she does. I don’t mean to interrupt, I’m just here to get your vitals and then I’ll be on my way.”

It takes mere seconds for her to write down his information from the monitor and draw a vile of blood before she’s removing her gloves and letting you both know the doctor would eventually be in to talk with Mike. As soon as the heavy door clicked shut, the silence presumed although now more awkward with your brains each not really knowing what to say next.

“…Maybe it’s time I give this up.”

“Mike seriously.” You’d need about two or three more hands to count how many times you’ve heard Mike swear how he’s gonna get help, especially after a near death experience or the lowest of lows once his high has completely diminished. Those who were used to his antics knew not to trust his words and definitely wouldn’t be holding their breath.

“I’m being serious. I think it’s time to put this behind me for good.”

Narrowed eyes pointed at him, you want to believe that he really wanted to be done, but slowly you were joining those who knew better when it came to Mike.

“…this better not be a joke. Or you just saying what you think I want to hear.”

“I swear on my dead alligator it’s not, and I’ll even make a deal with you. Of course you’ll take over for me while I’m gone, but if I don’t last three months then you replace me for good.”

“No, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t be doing anything to me,” he yawns. Clearly whatever meds he was on must’ve been kicking in from his oncoming lethargy. “Plus it’s best for clients to have a sober lawyer, which definitely makes you a better fit than me.”

Cold hand brushing the few strands of hair from his sweaty forehead, you lean in to place a gentle kiss on his temple before raking your fingers through his strands nearly making him go back to sleep that second from the relaxing sensation.

“Don’t worry about any deals, you just focus on getting better,” you whisper watching him eventually drift back into sleep.

———

“This!,” the little boy giggled pointing to yet another one of Mike’s many tattoos. They’d probably gone over those littering his arms and chest twice already, but Mike didn’t mind. He’d go over them 20 times to keep seeing how his son’s eyes would light up as his tiny finger traced the ink along his skin.

“That one’s for tic tac toe,” he chuckles watching Grayson attempt to lift his arm permanently marked with perfectly circular dots above and below a red line. The five year old always got a kick out of that one, flashing his toothy grin as his eyes squeezed shut.

“Anddd this one dada!”

His smile grows softer gazing over his two newest additions lying just above and below the junction that was his inner elbow. The purposeful placement concealing the leftover scars that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Of course he’d always remember what was lying underneath, but the two pictures representing the people that stole his heart helped ground him to his formally unimaginable present.

“That’s a kiss from mommy and your footprint.”

“Nuh uh, too small,” he states trying to press his foot against the shaded image as proof making Mike laugh.

“It’s your baby footprint Gray. They take it the same day you’re born and put it on your birth certificate,” Mike explains as Grayson’s mouth forms a little “o”. “You remember what dada called these?”

“Favorite,” he shyly answers.

“That’s right! And they’re my favorite because you and mama are always with me wherever I go and remind me of the best days of my life.”

“What’s your best days?,” you ask stepping out of the bathroom having just completed your nightly routine. He never saw himself as the type of guy fawning over the most minuscule thing his significant other did, he surely didn’t with Jamie, yet here he was giddy at your radiant skin fragranced by the vanilla in your soap and the light hum that left your smiling lips as you comfortably slid into bed.

“Well besides the days I get to cuddle with both of you?,” he smiles kissing the top of Grayson’s head lying on his chest before kissing your temple. “It’s the day little man was born of course.”

“Rightfully so,” you giggle kissing the palm of your sons hand currently outstretched trying to hug you closer.

“And the day you set me straight.”

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•|Game for Two|•

✨Pairing✨: Devin PetersxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Everyone has secrets. Yours was currently being shared with one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors

⚠️: mention of the bedsheet tango, kinda enemies to lovers but kinda not

A/N🎙: Hi guys👋🏾! So I’ve had this idea for a little while and hope you like it! I also have not seen Don’t Look Up yet, so I’m strictly going off the synopsis along with the scene Peters’ is in.

“And we’re back with Mr. Devin Peters who’s here promoting his new movie Total Devastation,” the bubbly brunette flashes her pearly white veneers at the camera. “If you don’t mind, could you explain to us your pin there? I’m sure those at home are wondering it’s meaning and if it has anything to do with the recent movement.”

Quickly peering down at the red and white circle over his right pec, he smirks sitting up a little straighter than before as if proud of his upcoming explanation already.

“Well, this points both up and down as a sort of reminder to look both ways you know? Rather than being divided, we should come together as humans and just seek peace whether that’s looking up or down.”

“Wow, that’s is such a refreshing take,” your co-host gushes flipping her curled locs over her shoulder. “You know, I feel it also takes away the politics of it all, giving some relief from the constant breath on our necks from hidden agendas and propaganda.”

So far you’d done well silently nodding and smiling through the segment as you held your tongue and stopped your eyes from rolling. At your colleague’s constant attempts at flirting seemingly gone unnoticed by the actor and how smug and full of himself he appeared with his shades on and beanie hanging for dear life, your control had finally run thin.

“And what happens when the pin turns sideways? Then what, it’s a reminder to look both ways before crossing the street?,” you laugh. You could practically hear the producer, Jay, screaming from the control room telling you to just shut up and look pretty for five more minutes.

Knowing your mouth and about Devin’s arrival, who’d surely be spewing his unconventional ideas, he begged you yesterday and this morning to be on your best behavior. He even tried to bribe you saying over the mini week long break, he’d pay for your vacation anywhere across the world.

All expenses paid. VIP treatment even. As long as you didn’t upset the guest.

Everyone was quiet, not sure how he’d react to being challenged live on air. He simply shifted in his seat with a low chuckle, briefly stretching his already spread legs wider before going back to their original position. While everyone else might’ve been fearful to press his buttons you weren’t.

Especially knowing he loved it. Was even turned on by it. Well, when it came from you that is.

“Funny,” he smirks. Tongue breaching the minuscule gap between his lips wetting the two as his eyes stay locked with yours. No one else would know that though with his aviators shielding the intensity of his azure orbs. “As to be expected though from someone benefitting from the chaos of all this.”

“Benefitting from the chaos?”

“More views. Higher ratings. Both ways to continue spreading the same propaganda mentioned by your lovely co-host—Winter, was it?—that divides us rather than brings us together.” His smug smile reappearing has yours showing as well, along with a low chuckle at the argument he was attempting to make.

“We’re journalists Mr. Peters. It’s our job to present the facts and both sides to viewers so they themselves can make whatever decision they deem is best for them. We’re not trying to sway anyone to go for one side or the other, but—speaking for myself—to just say we should all get along without admitting there is an issue here is highly irresponsible.”

“And then what? Everyone lives in fear, reacting off the impending anxiety and stress, which we both know will cause even more conflict while we wait for scientists and those credible to tell us what to do when they don’t even know themselves?”

“I’m not sure what’ll come next but as I said, there’s a clear problem here that can’t be ignored.”

Head tilted, you could tell he was trying to figure out what to say next, never wanting to be the one that didn’t get the last word. There was no denying you had stumped him though. You knew it, Winter knew it, the entire set crew and those in the control room knew it.

“Okay,” he relents shrugging his shoulders with that famous grin.

The way his jaw ticked and hands rubbed against his jean clad thighs was just an innocent movement to those around, but you knew what it meant. How it was an unspoken promise for what would come later.

Trying to hide your impending smirk getting him somewhat riled up, you sip from your black mug as Winter’s nervous giggle turning towards the camera has both of you finally taking a break from each other, remembering it was more than just you two in the brightly lit room. “Well that was a bit of an..intense conversation and all the time we have for today’s show! We thank all our guests including Mr. Devin Peters himself for talking with us and hope you at home join us next time.”

At the “all clear”, movement begins again and an all too familiar clicking of dress shoes can be heard hurriedly making its way to the three of you.

“Mr. Peters I deeply apologize if Miss Y/L/N’s words came off in any way as disrespectful or judgmental to your views,” Jay states. His tone becoming an ounce more annoyed as he glances at you with arms crossed. “She knows that we provide a safe space for all our guests to talk in regards to their projects and beliefs.”

“It’s completely fine. I’m a big boy, I can handle intelligent back and forth.” The subtle deepening of his voice calling himself ‘big boy’ and light scratch of his beard as Jay continued on his trek to make sure the show wouldn’t be put in jeopardy angering one of Hollywood’s biggest stars, has your legs crossing while you stood waiting for everything to be over. He was definitely trying to get you back, wanting to effect you the way you’d already done to him.

Leave it to Peters to try to one up anyone who dared challenge him.

“Y/N anything you’d like to add?,” Jay asks as all three sets of eyes were now on you.

“Cmon Jay she isn’t some child who needs to answer for getting into trouble,” Devin smiles finally removing his dark shades to place in the pocket over his left pec. “Like she said, she’s a journalist just trying to do her job. And from what I’ve been able to see when I can catch the show, she’s doing an impeccable job.”

Although you didn’t think it was necessary, you muster your purest smile—having Jay’s eyes still on you in your peripheral—holding your hand out towards the actor in front of you. “No, Mr. Peters-,”

“Devin. Last time I checked I’m not my grandfather.”

“Okay, Devin. He’s right, and I meant no disrespect with my earlier statements. Hopefully you don’t think ill of this station or show after my misstep?” Molding his hand to yours in a shake, you fight the shiver climbing up your arm and down your back from his soft hand against yours. He’s quick to bring your hand to the center of his built chest doing well in his performance for everyone around of not wanting you to feel as if you’d hurt him. From the smiles and looks of relief on their faces, clearly they bought it.

Maybe he did deserve that Oscar after all.

“Nonsense. You’re still safe in my book chief.”

———

“Cmon chief, one more for me,” his deep voice rasps right into your ear. Lips smiling against your neck after nipping at the sweaty, heated flesh and feeling your body give in underneath him. “Mm that’s my girl.”

You hated, yet loved, how he knew the combination to unlock your euphoric bliss. Instantly manipulating your body and knowing the right angle to hit over and over making you go dumb.

“Nothing to say now huh?,” he grins deeply kissing your swollen lips and beginning to journey the entire spans of your body with his hungry mouth.

“Pin’s…stupid,” you manage to pant. Voice barely there from the screams and moans brought out of your overworked body.

The playful bite you receive to your inner thigh before looking down to see his dark eyes and smirk warns that you might want to be quiet.

But you both know it wouldn’t be you to let him win so easily.

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Gratuity (2)

✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: It’s the night of the party, and you might be in for more than you thought with Mr. Levinson

⚠️:Brief language, pretty much all fluff💕!

“$500?!,” your best friend shouts through the phone startling you and apparently bothering someone else from the loud shush you hear in the background. “Um you don’t have to sit right next to me you know. Exactly walk away rude! Anyway, $500?”

You can only shake your head as you slide the few dresses hanging in your closet from one side to the other. “Well, really $495 and some change after the charge for his coffee but yea I tried to hand it back thinking it was a mistake, but he said no. And he um invited me to a party.”

You only hear silence making you pull the phone from your ear checking to see if the call had been disconnected.

“Hello? Tyla?”

“Sorry I’m here, just had to run somewhere more private,” she answers slightly out of breath, “but a $500 tip and a date?! Wait..oh shit are you a sugar baby?”

“No!”

“If you are I’m definitely not judging, you know that’s my dream.”

“No Tyla I’m not a sugar baby, and it’s not a date. He said I could bring a friend or friends. I’d like to think dates are a little more secluded.”

“They can be, unless it’s like those group hang outs where two people are hanging out more so with each other than with the group. But anyway, know what you’re gonna wear yet?”

Searching through the few dresses dangling in your closet, you felt yourself growing a bit more frustrated trying to determine which could be deemed acceptable enough to stand in a room filled with CEOs, millionaires, and trust fund kids who grew into somewhat financially stable adults.

So far, none fit the mold.

“No,” you sigh, “not yet.”

“Perfect! I’ll come get you when I get off in about an hour, and we can go shopping.”

Being an office assistant for a magazine company downtown, she knew where all the best boutiques were and who carried the most beautiful dresses and gowns having to go to at least one everyday retrieving someone’s order. However, being the best also tended to mean expensive.

“Okay, but you know I’m trying to save money-,”

“To buy the boys and girls club and stop it from closing, I know, but you don’t have to spend all your money. Put majority of it back and keep one or two hundred out. That’ll be enough for a dress and shoes trust me.”

She had a point. You could still add to your collection pot while treating yourself. Plus it was a necessity really, seeing that you didn’t even have a nice, simple black dress. Something every woman needed in her closet.

“Okay, I’ll be ready when-,”

“Ms. Ward!,” a voice booms on the other end followed by loud knocks. “I know you’re in there! You were supposed to be back 10 minutes ago!”

“I had a bathroom emergency!,” Tyla shouts back making you silently giggle to yourself afraid you’d somehow get your friend in more trouble. “Gotta go.”

———

“And you’re sure this is okay? I don’t want to look like-,”

“A hooker?,” Tyla finishes while reapplying her lipstick in the small compact mirror.

“I was gonna say escort but..”

Since leaving your apartment, you’d pulled the the black skirt of your dress down pretty much every other minute afraid that the soft, velvet material would eventually show the matching colored thong hidden underneath.

“Relax and stop tugging,” she scolded swatting your hand away, “The dress stops mid-thigh so it’d take a lot for you to flash someone. That is unless you want a certain, insanely rich someone to see what’s underneath.”

“No I don’t,” you laugh smacking her in the arm with the back of your hand as she rolled her cat like honey brown eyes.

Although, deep down you wouldn’t be completely against it. With his statuesque figure and muscles that you were surprised didn’t cause rips in his clothes whenever he walked or moved, you were ashamed to admit there were nights you wondered what it would be like to be held against his solid chest with those arms you were sure could easily be suffocating, yet also secure you physically and emotionally to a peaceful sleep. Or pin you down with just the right amount of pressure as he-

“Your stop ladies,” the Uber driver announces snapping you out of your daydream just as the car slowly stops in front of quite possibly the biggest mansion you’ve ever seen.

Given it was the first mansion you’ve actually seen in person.

Carefully exiting the backseat of the SUV, both sets of your heels clack against the sand colored cobblestone while taking in the grand home as if you were tourists gazing at the Eiffel tower. It reminded you of all those celebrity homes you’d see mentioned in magazines or those shows depicting how the rich and famous lived. You didn’t even have to touch the doorknob, being greeted by a middle aged man in a black and white tuxedo with white gloves. “Good evening. Everyone is either outside or walking about the lower level. I can take your purses if you’d like.”

“Thanks,” both of you mindlessly murmur handing over your small clutches while gazing at your surroundings. You felt like an ant with how much bigger the inside seemed due to the high, multi-layer ceiling. The polished white floors reflected the circular, built in lights shining above making the room appear even brighter and warmer. Through the walls of glass lining the back wall, you could see the small set of stairs leading to the manicured lawn where other partygoers mingled and laughed.

“I feel like God’s house in heaven would look just like this,” Tyla speaks making the butler silently chortle to himself. She’d been to a few mansions before being lucky enough to tag along to fancy soirées, albeit for work, but none compared to what she stood in now. “Y/N your boyfriend isn’t just rich. He’s that level of rich where they use old bills for napkins or toilet tissue.”

“Crazy enough, I prefer the usual paper. Cloth ones are nice too though, when the occasion calls for it.”

Black long sleeve shirt that perfectly framed his upper body and charcoal grey dress pants fitted just as well with a matching black boot, its like seeing him walk in the restaurant for the first time all those months ago. You feel your heartbeat quicken as he peers at you, blue eyes subtly taking you in from your pulled back curls down to your new black stilettos that wrapped up to just above your ankle. The metal band of his silver watch leaves a cool imprint on your lower back as his hand gently pulls you in for a welcoming hug. His cologne mixed with his soft beard catching your cheeks from the quick kisses has you transported to another world and head feeling fuzzy from what you could only describe as a high.

“You look breathtaking angel,” he whispers in your ear as he pulls away before directing his attention to an inwardly smirking Tyla realizing who this mystery man was. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Tyla. Tye this is Ari, my um friend who invited us,” you explain as the two greet each other with an embrace and kisses to each other’s cheeks.

“Nice to meet you Ari. Your home is immaculate.”

“Oh this is actually my uncle’s house. I haven’t quite gotten to his level yet,” he humbly smiles using his free hand to brush his hair out of his face.

How could he make a simple movement something you’d want to watch over and over again?

“Ari,” a voice calls appearing from tall, brown double doors across the room. All black suit and a gold ring adorning the four fingers of his left hand, the bald man looked like someone you definitely wouldn’t want to piss off. And from the look on his clean shaven face, whatever needed to be discussed must’ve been important. Even Ari’s energy seemed to shift and body become more tense.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to handle something really quick but please enjoy yourselves,” he smiles at Tyla before meeting your eyes, “I’ll find you later.”

“Oh, okay.”

Your best friend waits until he’s completely out of sight before playfully hitting your arm and squealing. “Y/N’s got a hot booyfrienddd!”

“Shh! Before you get us kicked out,” you giggle, walking with her towards the large sliding glass doors that led to those mingling in the lawn. “And he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet. He’s definitely into you though, and from that smile you’re into him too.”

It was probably your naïveté, but him liking you back never crossed your mind. Yes he was charming, but like most wealthy businessmen you encountered, you assumed that was just part of his personality. Being suave and saying the right things was a must in that profession, so once it was displayed on you, you didn’t want to think too much into it in fear of being foolish.

“And speaking of boyfriend’s, I see a potential suitor so I will talk to you later. That is unless Ari finds you first,” she winks before seductively swaying down the steps and right up to a slender man in a burgundy suit, who pulled a champagne glass from one of the passing waiters for her.

The dim lights mounted on different points of the house along with those set in the ground created a warm glow making those around look even more glamorous. It carried to the empty grassland behind the property highlighting the incoming fog as well as different markers lining just before the thick forest waving from the breeze.

Or were they targets?

Just as you stepped closer to the black, metal gate trying to get as close a look as you could, a deep voice startles you nearly making you drop your glass as you grab your chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Black hair faded on the sides and back while the longer top was braided to his head in a V formation, his chocolate brown three-piece suit and white button down does nothing to hide his muscular figure. Although just as fit and tall as Ari, this stranger’s beard was thicker bringing attention to his fuller, moisturized lips and snow white smile. “Shiloh.”

“Y/N,” you reply shaking his outstretched hand.

“So tell me, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing off to herself?”

“Well I um don’t really know anyone here.”

“Plus she was waiting on me,” Ari interjects wrapping a secure arm around your waist. “This guy isn’t bothering you too much is he?”

“Bothering? She practically begged me to save her from her boring date,” Shiloh grins as Ari rolls his eyes before joining in. Of course two good looking men like them were friends, you shouldn’t be surprised.

“Congrats again man on the expansion. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Thank you. Between us, hopefully this is the first step in having offices around the country. Can’t have you being the only one building an empire.”

“Wait, you own the lounge downtown. Acuvus, right?,” you ask. Looking more at his face, you recognized him from the many magazine articles and interviews discussing his story and how he’d became so successful in seemingly a short amount of time.

Pretty much everyone knew about Acuvus and how only those with connections or who were part of the elite had access to the coveted reservation list. In your time waitressing, you overheard some customers talking about their night before at the multi-floor, rooftop lounge. How the drinks were some of the best in the city, maybe even the whole state, and the dance floor was never dead from the music that was played. If you could, it was surely one of those places you needed to experience at least once.

“Yep, and the lounge in Miami, Vegas, and eventually every major city in the US,” he smiles taking a sip of his beer. “You’ve been?”

“No I uh, don’t really get to go out because of work.” That and you’d probably never get on the list since you weren’t wealthy or had any connections of the sort.

“Well then, looks like now you have the perfect date idea,” he grins grabbing Ari’s shoulder giving it a gentle shake. You weren’t sure if Ari not correcting him was for your benefit of not being embarrassed, or if maybe he actually liked the idea. Either way, your gaze shifted towards the ground hoping he didn’t feel the nerves in the form of excess heat radiating off your body.

His hand gently squeezing your side as he lowly chuckles has you quickly pressing your lips together to block the gasp threatening to escape at the feel of his larger hand and thumb mindlessly grazing along the mesh of your dress.

“Thanks, but I already have an idea for that.”

This has your head lifting to unintentionally meet his eyes gazing at you the same way he did when you’d sit with him talking about how you spent the prior weekend. Or when you’d move about the restaurant like a passing wind setting people’s orders down in front of them and flashing your best smile being friendly to the new customer who just arrived. Of course you’d never notice it yourself, but you had this spirit that brought a type of bliss from your quirky ways and overall quiet, simple nature. And Ari couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Well then on that note, I’ll leave you kids to it,” Shiloh winks taking the last swig of his beer. “Lovely to meet you Y/N. Come by the lounge anytime you want or if you ever want to get away from this one.”

“Thank you, nice meeting you too,” you giggle.

“Mm very funny,” Ari quipped bumping fists with his friend before he disappeared further into the gathering of bodies. “So what was that face?”

“Face? I-I don’t-,”

“When I mentioned a date,” he smirks moving to lean on the gate that stood to his lower abdomen. “I’m a big boy so don’t feel like you have to spare my feelings.”

“No no it’s just…why?”

“…why not?,” he shrugs looking amused.

“I don’t come from all this like you, nor do I live the same lifestyle. I just figured you’d want someone equal, you know? Makes things easier I guess,” you shyly admit.

“You don’t know where I come from angel,” he states standing so close you can smell the beer on his lips and feel the air from his nostrils hit your cheeks. “And I’ve told you before, I like what I like.”

The sudden clinking of glass has everyone’s attention turning towards an older man standing in the center of the lawn holding up a half-filled champagne flute causing everyone around to do the same. Still somewhat in good shape for his age, a full mix of black and grey hair sat atop his head styled in short waves that seemed to be combed back either with the actual tool or maybe just his fingers. His dark green, knitted short sleeve partially showed a cross tattoo surrounded by roses and some small emblem on the underside of his bicep, while his other hand stayed in the pocket of his black slacks.

“As you all know, we’re here to celebrate the opening of our new downtown office. But, I also want to take this time to celebrate my nephew Ari, or as I’ve know him cucciolo,” he chuckles along with everyone around including Ari himself.

“Behind every major decision, his input was the driving factor, if not the final say, and we haven’t been steered wrong yet. You’ve been right beside me all these years and I can’t thank you enough nipote. I see you as the son I never had and I know we still have more to do. To the head of our new district office and to the continued success of I Cinque.”

“I Cinque,” everyone cheers taking a sip of their respective glasses.

Translations:

-cucciolo: cub/pup/whelp/youngling

-nipote (ni’po.te): nephew/niece/grandchild

-I Cinque (Cheen-kweh): The Five

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[dc41896]

Doesn’t Matter

Pairing: senator!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Another year in office, another invitation to a party among his political counterparts. And another evening of dread for you

⚠️: A bit of sad times and feeling out of place, fluff other than that💕!

A/N: I’ve seen AU fics about senator Chris and I loved the idea so I decided to write my own addition that I hope you guys like☺️!

“Don’t you look beautiful,” your husband’s sultry voice states before you feel soft lips on your cheek and a low, content hum emanates from his chest taking in your floral perfume. “Then again, what else is new?”

Turning around to find him halfway through buttoning his recently ironed white shirt, you gently push his hands away continuing where he left off.

“Such the charmer you are.”

“Well I have been told it’s one of my best qualities,” he smirks with a wink. “Alright which tie? Printed or solid?”

“Hmm...solid.”

“And it won’t be too boring?,” he asks as you take the tie from his hand securing it around his neck.

“I hate to break it to you honey, but pretty much every man there will probably have on the same thing. You definitely won’t look boring though.”

“Looks like I’m not the only charmer here,” he peers down at you and your soft smile just as you finish your work on his tie. You’re slightly caught off guard when his large hands on your hips swiftly turn you to look in the floor length mirror attached to the wall, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. For a few moments, you both just stand there taking in your reflections. You feeling weak in the knees (as per usual) at his classic black suit. And him, loving the way the blush colored gown made you look ethereal from the silk like material that flowed down your body to the floor below. It’s off the shoulder peasant sleeves and sweetheart neckline giving perfect, unlimited access to your collarbones also a favorite feature.

Although a lovely moment, he can’t ignore your overall glum mood you’ve tried to hide behind smiles and small conversation since this morning. Your typical reaction the day of banquet’s like this.

“Hey, I know these things aren’t exciting, but we’re not gonna stay long,” he whispers slowly swaying you back and forth.

“Really?”

“Mhmm, especially with you looking like that,” you giggle feeling his lips peck your neck. “I’ll say quick hellos around the room just to show face, then we’re gone.”

“Stay as long as you need. I know there’s probably plenty of important conversations to be had,” you state with a sigh turning to face those addicting blue eyes.

You’d think outside the Capital, and appropriate stages, debates on bills would cease. This lesson you learned the hard way by your third banquet.

“Not more important than being home with you.”

Capturing your lips with his, you both wished your night only consisted of this and cuddles rather than being squished in a room full of those who seemed to only love the sound of their own voice.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice in all black interrupts from the bedroom door making the two of you quickly separate. “The car’s parked out front. Are you ready Senator?”

“Um yes, thank you Max.”

With a nod, he leaves both of you to make your final touches (including wiping the lipstick from your husband’s mouth) and collect your things before reluctantly sliding in the backseat of the black SUV.

Maybe if you were lucky enough, you could just hide in the car until everything was over.

———

Stood by the bar with drink in hand, you look out among the chattering crowd of suits and dresses donning a polite smile to those who were nice enough to say hello as they passed. You managed to find your husband in the same place you left him, still nodding in feigned interest at Senator Johnson’s “latest” fishing epic. How the man could keep adding new details to a five year old story making it even more dramatic than the last telling you’d never know. Among those with some years in office, it was viewed as an initiation of sorts the first time you were told about the three, now six, foot bass caught on his private pond. It was typically told within your first year in office and was followed by an invitation to join him someday.

Fair warning: your day would only consist of debates, more bragging of the fishes he’s caught since the age of three, and finally not catching anything before he’d shrug with a “Guess they’re not biting today.”

In perfect timing, a waiter passes offering another champagne flute filled with the gold, bubbly liquid distracting the elder senator long enough for Chris to meet your eyes and wink before subtly using his head to motion to the door on his left. You thought it was a side exit at first, until a server removing a broom and dust pan proved it was in fact just a closet.

Eyebrows slightly raised, you quickly mouth “no” giggling to yourself.

“Kidding,” he mouths back giving you another wink as he sips from his champagne right as his buddy returns to their conversation pulling another passing congressman in to join.

“The E5 is clearly the better choice here. It covers more ground for the education reform that citizens are desperately wanting,” a woman in her fitted, floor length red dress and black heels explains a barstool down from you.

“Are you kidding?! It has so many holes in it, the E5 needs reforming itself.”

“What holes?! It pretty much covers every request! Teachers being paid more, equal funding for all schools-,”

“And yet at who’s price? The same ‘citizens’ you claim to be meeting the demands of,” the bald, blue suited man retorts before turning to you. “Help me out here, the E5 is definitely not the clear cut reform it’s claiming to be right?”

This was another reason you didn’t like coming to these things. Being dragged into heated discussions about topics you weren’t that familiar with and most times, knew nothing at all about. That’s why you tried to stay close to Chris so he could take over the conversation, or make up some excuse why you had to leave and weren’t able to talk.

“Um I’m honestly not sure,” you nervously smile setting your drink down, “but I know A1 is great with steak.”

Clearly the two weren’t impressed with your joke only peering at you with fake smiles and cutting your little chuckles short.

“Get it? Because you said E5 and A1-,”

“I’m sorry, who are you?,” the man asks swiping a beer bottle from the plate that passed him.

“Y/N Evans.”

“Senator Evans’ wife. No wonder we don’t hear much of you at these parties.”

A dry laugh is forced through your windpipe even though all you wanted to do was find Chris and leave. But you couldn’t let her see how her words sparked that hidden insecurity within you and definitely wouldn’t give this unknown woman the satisfaction of knowing exactly how to get under your skin.

“Senator. Congresswoman,” Chris cheerfully interrupts wrapping a protective arm around your waist to bring you closer into his side. “I hope you don’t mind me pulling my wife away for a moment.”

“Of course not. I was actually just saying how we don’t see much of her at these events.”

“Well, she does own a successful business that has much more exciting ventures and interactions than boring events like this. Honestly if I could, I’d skip these and go with her,” he chuckles kissing your temple.

“Oh how nice! A little shocking though to find a Senator’s wife not as politically engaged as him.”

“She does enough. Plus I’m the one working in politics not her.” From the way his jaw clenched you could tell he was growing frustrated and annoyed the more she talked.

“True, but being such the promoter for civic engagement don’t you think-,”

“Listen as much as I’d love to go on and on about something that’s really none of your business, being the protective husband I am I want to get my beautiful wife home before it gets too late. Especially with people like your husband around who just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself,” Chris states with a sickeningly sweet smile as if he were simply talking to people walking up to him on the street. This has champagne bubbles stinging your nose from the snort that escaped you not prepared for him to state something only those who knew whispered about.

“You both have a good night.”

———

The ride home was filled with silence as her words made you retreat to that unwanted part of your mind where you questioned what was once assured. Chris tried talking with you, and regaining your focus with his sweet kisses to your cheeks and loving touches, but it’d only work for a few seconds before you were gone again. You trudged upstairs to the closet with your husband close behind starting to loosen his tie as soon as he entered the dimly lit home. He kept peeking over his shoulder from his respective side of the walk in at how you carefully removed your heels putting them back in their correct spot and hung your dress with the other elegant gowns hating how upset you were.

“Baby don’t let what she said get to you, alright? I’m sure it’s probably too late for that from how quiet you’ve been, but she’s just a pompous, miserable person who judges others to feel good about herself.”

“….d-do you wish I was more into this life?,” you quietly ask pulling one of his faded college shirts over your head.

“What? Like into politics?”

“Yeah. Like a Condoleezza Rice or Michelle Obama. A classy intellectual and less like basic me who doesn’t know what an E5 is.”

Gently taking your hands, he guides your arms around his tattooed middle resting your head between his pecs as a hand soothingly rubs up and down your back while the other securely holds you to him as if afraid you’d somehow fly away.

“You remember when we first moved in together? That terrible one bedroom that we both probably should’ve gotten tetanus shots from living in?”

“How could I forget? I still have that smell coming from the balcony closet in my nose,” your muffled answer in his bare chest making him chuckle.

“And what was the first house rule we made that night we moved in?”

“Not to go out on the balcony.”

“…okay the second rule that’s now our first rule,” he laughs kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t bring work home.”

“And we said that because when we walk through those doors, we just want to focus on each other. That’s why we don’t have a lot of talks about whatever new bill they’re discussing,” he states tilting your chin to meet his eyes. “Not that we don’t talk about politics at all though. You are intellectual and always voice your opinions so eloquently, I feel like you should be the one at the Capital.”

Your small smile has his heart warming, happy to see you returning to your usual cheery nature.

“So to answer your question, no I don’t wish you were more into ‘this life’, I think you’re in it enough. You know anytime you want to talk about something we can for as long as you want. Or if you don’t that’s fine with me too, I just want you to be happy.” His soft lips press against your forehead and nose before finally landing on your lips repeatedly until your infectious giggles filled his ears making his own come about.

“I want you to be happy too.”

“I am, sunshine.” His cute nickname for you never failed in brightening your mood. Even when you were upset with him, he knew that boyish smile paired with the second name easily had him near freedom.

Darn your weakness for nicknames and the man in front of you.

“I’ll be happier though,” he begins, squatting down with a short grunt to swing your legs over his forearm carrying you bridal style over the closet threshold, “when we can go to bed.”

“Aww did all the mingling and insulting husbands tire you out?,” you jokingly pout. The cold, granite countertop against the back of your legs and thinly covered bottom has you slightly shivering while Chris kindly grabs your makeup wipes and gently removes the eyeshadow and liner from your eyes.

“Yea I’m definitely gonna get dirty looks for that.”

“Well maybe if her husband wasn’t so grabby and she wasn’t so rude, she wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“That is very true,” he deeply laughs using another wipe to make sure majority of your face was clear of any product. “I’d do it again though if she thinks she can mess with my wife like that.”

The feel of your lips on his bearded cheek has a blush tinting his cheeks as he lifts you again carrying you towards the elegant king bed with matching white sheets and duvet.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime sunshine.”

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[dc41896]

Prove It

✨Pairing✨: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Johnny makes an already bad situation 10 times worse

⚠️: Angst, Mentions of drinking

“That’s it. The Thing!,” he smiled gesturing up towards the large screen in the arena displaying Ben’s face. “If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him before.”

“Jesus Johnny, you really gotta learn to shut up,” you speak to yourself hearing his voice drift from the living room flat screen to the hall closet containing the washer and dryer. You’d think after all this time he’d have learned the simple skill, but then again this was Johnny Storm you were talking about. Infamous hot-headed playboy who always gave the cameras and press a good show.

“So Johnny, all these lovely ladies, and those watching, are dying to know if one of New York’s finest is looking for a Mrs. Torch?,” the interviewer smirks throwing a wink to the camera.

The trio of groupies around him with their hands gripping and rubbing his biceps and back didn’t bother you. You were used to the gawking and glances any time you were out together. Even his hesitation and signature smoldering grin didn’t make you falter, knowing he was probably trying to find some witty remark to get around the question. This wasn’t the first time he’d been asked, and each time he’d skate by leaving the public still wondering. The aftermath of their rescue on the bridge trying to get to Ben quickly showed how famous they’d become, and how noticeably more private he was when it came to you and not wanting to subject you to jealous and judgmental eyes. At least that’s what he told you.

What upset you was watching him place his arms around two of the women before kissing the third on the cheek and simply replying with “next question.”

“Excuse me?,” you ask to no one but yourself being home alone with just your new puppy, Sparks. At your change in attitude, the spotted Dalmatian was standing at your foot with front paws pressed to your calf seemingly saying “don’t be upset mom,” with his deep, cocoa eyes and wagging tail.

“I’ll be back bubs. That is unless I get arrested for murder,” you sweetly scratch behind his ears before collecting your keys and purse.

———

Shoes tapping against the concrete, the remaining three members of the team arrived at just the right time seeing Johnny proudly saunter out the arena with the same three women stuck to his sides.

“There he is,” Sue pointed, frustrated as she made her way to her little brother ready to give him a piece of her mind.

You were a bit quicker though.

“Johnny!,” you sternly called getting his, and seemingly everyone else outside’s attention. Halting in place, his boyish smile never leaves his face as he excuses himself before stepping closer to you.

“So this is what we do now?!”

“Hey relax, it’s nothing,” he smoothly replies in a hushed tone. “Just…catering to the fans you know?”

“Pretty sure you can do that without kissing someone. Then to say next question?!”

“It didn’t mean anything! It was innocent and on the cheek. Like kissing your grandma.”

“You know that’s not the point.”

“Listen, we can do this later alright-,”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I interrupting your time with your friends?,” you sarcastically ask feigning regret with hand over you chest. “Please go ahead, and totally disregard your girlfriend.”

“Why are you doing this? I told you it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing to me though Johnny!”

“God, at least let me actually cheat on you first before you treat me like I did!,” he angrily counters further stilling the crowd around you. As soon as the weight of his words really hit him, he knew he’d messed up. Plus seeing your watering eyes before you looked down, unable to stand the sight of his face, only solidified that thought.

“That didn’t come out right, you know I didn’t mean-,”

“No, I don’t Johnny,” you state meeting his eyes once more just as the first tear fell. “Not anymore.”

He tried grabbing your hand, quickly wishing he could take his words back and turn back time to completely redo the conversation, but you pulling your arms inward to cross over your chest as you turned away told how he’d be better off leaving you alone when your mouth found it hard to.

“Nice going Johnny,” Sue chides brushing past to comfort you.

“I kinda feel bad for balling up his Porsche now,” Ben whispers to Reed, but apparently not quiet enough as the human flame immediately turned to look at the two with annoyance.

———

It had been a month now since that very publicized day, and Johnny couldn’t get the hurt on your face out of his mind. Even if he wanted to, with the pictures and video from that day plastered all over every news and magazine outlet he had no choice but to confront your doe eyes for about two weeks.

He tried calling, texting, even stopping by your apartment some days knocking and pleading for you to open the door. Each time he heard nothing, having to retreat to the Baxter Building with head hung low as he rode the private elevator to the top floor. Everyone around him of course noticed his more melancholy mood and tried to get his mind off things, but he wouldn’t entertain them for long as he mostly stayed quiet. On his off days, or after missions, he’d stay in his room watching some random show on tv, not really paying attention as his mind was stuck wondering what you were doing. If you were missing, or thinking, of him the way he did you.

His best friend from his time at NASA wouldn’t have this new, solemn Johnny though, persistent in his efforts to get him out the now stale smelling room.

“You can’t stay in there all day man, let’s go out and get some air,” Bradley stated through the phone.

“I’m just not up for it right now B,” Johnny sighs fixing his second bowl of cereal for the day.

“Why don’t we just go to a bar, get something to eat, maybe watch a game or two, then come home? Cmon J, I hate to see you like this.”

Going against his better judgment, he decided to take his friend’s offer seeing nothing wrong with a couple beers and good food in the midst of company he probably needed.

Only if the night went that way though.

One beer led to a shot from the bartender hearing how he was recently heartbroken, which turned into a mix of shots and beers from other patrons who heard of his pain or wanted to show their appreciation for one fourth of the Fantastic Four. Now here he was under his crumpled sheets with a throbbing head and genuinely confused how he got back. He didn’t have too much time to think at the soft knocks at the door that sounded anything but.

“Hang on!,” he speaks immediately regretting his raised tone as his palm went to his forehead applying the slightest bit of pressure trying to offset the new pounding. He doesn’t even bother trying to cover himself figuring that it was more than likely Reed or Sue at the door trying to get him to eat something with more sustenance than Cheerios. However, opening the door to see you in your light blue summer dress that clung to all your curves and gave a slight tease of your legs from the split that climbed to mid-thigh, he wished he’d look more presentable than being in his boxer briefs.

“Bab- I mean, uh h-hey,” he stammers feeling his own eyes light up and nerves take over at the sight of you after all this time.

“Hey. Sorry to show up unannounced like this,” you nervously state with hands fidgeting behind your back. The rest of the team told you how he’d been awful since that day, staying inside and barely talking to anyone which definitely wasn’t like the Johnny you knew. Now standing in front of him you could see it for yourself, instantly noticing the dark circles around his eyes along with the growing hair and five o’clock shadow along his jaws. Although a bit sadder, those ocean eyes still had a vice grip on you reluctantly making your heart swoon.

Also, the view of his naked torso toned like the rest of his body didn’t help with trying to dissuade the swooning.

“No it’s okay, I understand. I hurt you and you needed time.”

“I should’ve said that though. It would’ve been more mature than-,”

“Torch, I’m using your shower really quick before I go,” you both hear a dainty voice announce from the bathroom after the flush of the toilet. An awkward silence overtakes the both of you as your stomach churns at this new girl and Johnny finally remembers last night, but only in glimpses.

“Not now,” he mentally groaned leaning his head against the edge of the door kicking himself at his dumb decisions. He practically had you in his grasp, but now he’d probably be lucky to ever see you again.

“Y/N I know this looks bad-,”

“I have to go,” you quickly reply, hurriedly making your way down the hall before any tears could fall or the acid coming up your throat would overflow. A bit dizzy, Johnny kept up with you. Feet padding along until he could reach out to gently grab your arm and turn you around to face him.

“Just let me explain-,”

“There’s nothing to explain. You went out and obviously had fun. I mean we’re basically on a break so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” you sniff trying to hold back your tears until you could at least get to the elevator.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t mean to. I-I got drunk and don’t remember-,” he tries to explain but stops as soon as a small envelope is removed from your purse and placed in his hand. “What’s this?”

At your hesitation to answer him, he pulls the flap back removing a black and white picture of what looked like a pea in a bubble with a red arrow pointing towards the pea. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, but the “four weeks” at the bottom has his heart rate beginning to increase.

“Congratulations, you’re gonna be a dad.”

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Quit You

Pairing: Andy BarberxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Andy reminisces on your relationship

⚠️: bit of angst, mention of death, fluff💕!

A/N: Based on the song “Quit You” by Cashmere Cat ft. Ariana Grande (mostly just the chorus though). Also as a heads up, this is gonna be like my River series, so basically a collection of short stories that center around this one family and I hope you guys like it☺️! Sorry it’s so long😬 I didn’t mean for that to happen lol.

A grin graces Andy’s bearded face stopping at the sliding glass door to find you asleep on the wicker couch perfectly placed so you’d be in the breezy shade. When you first arrived at your small villa, you immediately beamed the moment you stepped outside on the patio telling him how you could stay out there all day and easily fall asleep from the crashing of waves and comfortable warmth surrounding you.

Sure enough this had been the second time, so far, he’d caught you curled on the grey cushions.

Bare feet padding against the textured, square tiles, he carefully sits beside you putting a pillow in his lap before returning your head to rest on him. Even in deep sleep, it’s automatic for you to shift closer to his cologne spritzed body as if your brain itself loved the scent.

This was honestly something he’d never think he’d experience at this stage of his life. Finding love again after losing his college sweetheart and pride and joy of a son. He felt guilty at the idea of inviting someone new to step across the threshold he once carried a giggling Laurie over. Being intimate in a bed that he only ever shared with her. Or even eventually bringing another child into the room previously littered with movie posters, video games, and books belonging to Jacob, the older brother they’d never have the chance to meet. Plus with the whole town knowing about his immense loss, or glaring at him with disdain still not completely sold that his son was innocent, along with the revelation of his father being the infamous Bloody Billy Barber, even if he was interested in dating his options were slim to none.

That is until he met you.

Squeaky shopping cart rolling down the cereal aisle, a pair of black and white striped gloves in the middle of the linoleum floor catch his eye.

“Um excuse me, did you drop these?”

Deep brown eyes finally meeting his after looking down at the winter accessory in his hands, Andy felt a warmth creep through his chest and small flutters overtake his stomach. Clearly you had to have been new to town or else he definitely would’ve remembered seeing such soft, glowing features before.

“Oh, thank you!,” you smiled, and surely Andy thought he had to be dreaming from the affect that one little movement had on him already. A light dew forming on his palms, he hadn’t felt these things since the first time he saw Laurie walking across the dated carpet of the Registrar’s office hoping to get help with registering for classes.

“I thought I told someone to hold onto them for me,” you jokingly scold narrowing your eyes at the four-year-old girl in the front of the cart. Her only response is a toothy grin as her purple, furry boots lightly kick back and forth. She obviously had to be yours from the uncanny resemblance, even down to the circular frames adorably sitting on your noses (hers a mix of purple and pink while yours a more mature brown).

“I’m sure she only turned away for a quick second. Right?” Her braided pigtails wildly bounce from the quick nod she gives agreeing with the man across from her.

“Hmm..I won’t fire her just yet then.”

Both of your light chuckles dying down, Andy wanted to hear more of your sugar like voice. Even be bold enough to ask to see you again sometime. His guilt paired with the lingering, nosey gaze of an elderly woman seemingly clamp his windpipe as his hands grip the handlebar of the cart ready to continue his shopping.

“Well uh you have a good night.”

“You too.”

“Bye! I’m Leia!,” the little girl smiles excitedly waving bye to the new stranger she’d just met. Unknowingly succeeding in making his heart expand twice it’s size.

People always spoke about how the universe works in mysterious ways, and even his own mother said it a few times throughout his childhood. Having never really seen said universe bring about a miracle or something extraordinary out of a bleak situation, he wasn’t quite convinced on the saying then. The written confession that saved his son from 20 plus years in prison briefly changed that perception before being brought back to square one learning how said confession came about.

So from then on he didn’t give the saying a second thought as he continued on with his life.

“Hey, you found my gloves.” The all too familiar voice brings an instant smile to his face turning to see you in your business casual attire. Plain, high waisted tan slacks paired with a simple white sweater and matching tan heels Andy just grew even more smitten over the unnamed beauty.

Maybe he should reach out to the universe more often if he could expect results like this.

“And you’re Leia’s mom,” he responded making you laugh to yourself.

“No matter how many times I tell her, she still forgets about not giving her name out to strangers.”

As if second nature, his tongue set to divulge how his son used to be the same with talking to strangers, and even going as far as tapping the people they passed in the grocery store to show the food item he was holding as if it was a trophy. Luckily the shout of your order being ready saved him a journey down that road; potentially bringing a somber mood to what seemed like a pleasant day for you.

“Um I know we don’t really know each other, but do you want to share a table?,” you nervously ask holding onto your bag. “If not or you weren’t planning to stay that’s totally fine-,”

“No, that’s perfectly fine,” he smiled before momentarily separating to retrieve his own bag containing his usual: turkey and cheese on wheat.

Both of you sitting across from each other in the recently cleaned booth, Andy couldn’t help but notice the way one of the sun’s rays decided to shine through the window perfectly settling around you. You were oblivious, currently removing your food from the brown paper bag before setting your phone to the side, but to Andy it was as if a bit of the air had been sucked out his lungs from the sight.

“Was this a sign?,” he thought snapping out of his trance at you holding your hand out towards him.

“I’m Y/N by the way.”

Joining his hand with yours, he didn’t know where this newfound fear of messing up something so easy came from, but as crazy as it sounded he kinda missed it.

“Andy.”

From then on you became “lunch buddies”, as you liked to call it, meeting every day, if you could, at the small diner to talk about your day so far. In addition to some of the interactions he’d have with his students, he’d tell you more about the town and things both you and Leia could do for fun. You didn’t really feel like you had much to share just being a receptionist and assistant at a nearby consulting office, but Andy saw different. Anything you had to say, whether it be an interesting call with a clearly confused client or your night watching Gully & Friends with Leia who just wouldn’t go to sleep, he clung to every word as if you were unearthing a new philosophical theory.

Each day you grew closer, sharing things about yourself and himself to you, until he built enough courage to ask if you would like to meet him outside the diner sometime. Your bright smile and “I’d love to” easily making him flustered, feeling like a teenager talking to his crush all over again.

The days leading up to your date was something like his first hearing in front of an actual judge and jury. Of course a bit nervous not wanting to mess anything up, but excited to get to see you for hopefully longer than just an hour. Grading the final few assignments remaining on his desk, your name flashing on his phone makes him smile hitting the green button.

“Hey you.”

“Hey Andy. Um there’s a bit of a problem about tonight,” you reply.

“What’s wrong?” He mentally panicked thinking you’d discovered that part of him he had yet to tell. You were probably calling to cancel and maybe even discuss not seeing each other again.

“Leia’s sitter cancelled, and since she had a family emergency she won’t be available all weekend. I’m sorry I know we’re supposed to meet in a few hours and I’ve been trying to find someone else-,”

“Hey it’s okay.” His heart regained its normal rhythm at the silent release of the breath he’d been holding preparing for your gentle let down. “What if the three of us do something tomorrow instead?”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not! It’s supposed to be warmer this weekend; we could go to the park and maybe have a picnic by the pond.”

“That sounds nice. She always talks about seeing the ducks, so I’m sure she’d love that.” Even hearing your smile over the phone had Andy’s cheeks red, thinking you were some type of wonderful that your voice alone had him weak.

“So it’s a date! Well, not really an official date but you know like a hang out sorta date as my students would say. That is if it’s something you’d want to do,” he nervously rambles making you softly giggle.

“It’s an official, unofficial date.”

The day was enjoyable on all ends, and still makes Andy smile when he thinks about it today. Leia was bashful, in typical preschooler fashion, when you first introduced her to the larger man until she remembered him from the store. She couldn’t seem to leave him alone then, having Andy roll the ball back and forth with her as well as pointing out all the ducks with him.

At times he fell silent needing to take a moment to himself with her toothy grin reminding him so much of Jacob at that age and the fact he’d never see his smile again, nor that of his children. Clearly you noticed his change of mood, but opted to save that conversation for later.

“I feel like I’m the third wheel here,” you joke tilting your head at a comfortable Leia sat right next to Andy. Head leaning into his side as she looked out towards the water crunching on her apple slices.

“Aw don’t be jealous. Next date I promise it’s all about you,” he chuckles.

“I’m holding you to that Andrew.”

Sure enough your next date he surprised you with a drive in movie, something you’d mentioned you’d love to go to in an earlier conversation about each other’s interests. It made you feel like the princess he so aimed to treat you like that he remembered something you only mentioned once and so long ago.

Dates thereafter alternated between being just the two of you and having Leia join, which made her excited every time you mentioned Mr. Andy coming along. Four months in and he was practically her best friend. Especially when he won her a stuffed purple unicorn at the carnival.

She’d talk with him about Gully & Friends and catch him up on the latest preschool drama, which always brought a grin to his face as he listened attentively. Times he’d visit your apartment for dinner, they’d sit and color at the coffee table in front of the couch while watching whatever animated movie she’d chose until you were done in the kitchen. A couple times you had to quickly wipe your tears as you watched from the kitchen, or wherever you stood, as they adorably talked to each other and Andy treating her as his own when he didn’t have to.

And to think his head nearly got in the way almost separating you for good.

He hasn’t quit kicking himself for that day at the park. Both of you sitting on the wooden table top looking out at the still pond with you bundled in his hooded jacket not expecting the breeze to be so chilly.

So far he’d ignored the passing glances as he’d walk with you hand in hand not caring about the whispers of those more than likely talking about him. When he heard your name being mentioned though, that’s when their words began to toy with him.

“You know it’s only been two years since that accident? Practically just buried poor Laurie and Jacob yet he’s moved on to someone new.”

“Girl like that immediately latching onto him, you know she’s probably only after one thing.”

“She’s only been in town a few months and he just so happens to be one of the first people she finds? Clearly something else is going on.”

“I wonder if she’s using that little girl of hers to make him feel sorry for her.”

He knew they were just gossiping and spreading lies, but it was because you were attached to him. If you hadn’t met him, your name wouldn’t be in the mouths of strangers insinuating cruel things about your intentions. He saw himself as the problem, which only meant one thing.

“Sweetheart I’m so sorry. You don’t know how hard this is for me,” he sniffed, anxiously bouncing his knee with hands wringing together. So far you’d been quiet as he explained that maybe you both should just be friends again. You simply looked at the side of his face while he told about his past and how he felt you deserved someone with much less baggage that wouldn’t have so much of an affect you or little Leia.

“Do you like me?,” you finally asked wiping the stream of tears from your cheek. Andy so desperately wanted to do it for you, but figured he’d already done enough.

“Of course I do,” he answered slightly confused at your question.

“Then why does it matter what other people think or say?”

“It doesn’t but I don’t want people mistreating you because of me.” A sigh leaves your lips cutting the momentary silence as your eyes drift to your hands being swallowed by his longer sleeves.

“I never told you this, but the real reason I moved is because of Leia’s dad,” you started, immediately meeting his concerned eyes. “Not like that. He’s a good guy he just doesn’t make the smartest decisions.”

“Back home, he worked as a bank teller but had these friends from high school that were always looking for a get rich quick scheme. So these friends somehow wormed their way into this infamous crew around town run by this mob boss masking as ‘just a guy trying to uplift the community’. Fast forward Leia’s father, Marc, gets mentioned to the boss and how he works at the bank, which gives him this grand idea to stage a robbery with his help. Apparently he told him if he’d simply look the other way, he’d make sure to take care of us so neither one of us would have to worry about another bill.”

Your cracking voice automatically has him wrapping an arm around you bringing your body into his warmth as he sweetly kisses your temple.

“He knew it was wrong, but we were struggling so he figured with the way the plan was set up it’d be a win for both sides. They were just trying to take the older bills that were being transferred anyway so he accepted,” you paused laughing your yourself. “

I should’ve known something was up with all the secret calls leading up to the day and him going out with the guys more than usual, but I just overlooked it being so caught up with Leia and my own work. Then the day of he comes home early a little jittery. I asked what was wrong and he just kept saying nothing and changing the subject, wondering about dinner and trying to play on the floor with Leia who was trying to sleep. Next thing I know, I’m getting notifications on my phone about a robbery and hostage situation so I turned on the news and I noticed it was his bank. I figured that’s why he was acting weird. The robbery started while he was there and he escaped or they let him go. Imagine the shock on my face when I’m pulled in for questioning about his, and my, possible involvement in not only the robbery but murder of another teller. That’s when he finally told me about the deal and told the cops how I didn’t know anything and it was all him. Then comes his trial and he gets 20 years, which seemed like a lot just for being an accessory but apparently the friends during their questioning pinned everything on him. And with the boss’ help, it painted the picture of him being a struggling parent driven to do anything for his family.”

“Including robbing a bank and shooting the co-worker who got in his way,” Andy finished to which you slowly nodded your head.

“The first couple months after were fine. I mean people looked at whispered but nothing I couldn’t handle. Some people got a little too comfortable with voicing their opinions assuming I had to have known, or coerced him to do it and easily got away with it. Even helping with pinning everything on him. His own family even started believing it, and threatened to take Leia away from me. So that paired with not being able to handle the words from random people coming up to me in stores and losing my job, I decided to leave,” you finish turning to meet his sea like eyes tinted red.

“Andy I’ve had people say any and everything about me already. It hurts, but I’m not afraid of it happening now. And I’m definitely not running from it anymore or letting it get in the way of my happiness.”

After hearing of your similar experiences he was sure you had to have been sent just for him. Maybe it was Laurie’s way of apologizing for taking their son with her and leaving him alone. Or it could’ve been Jacob wanting to see his dad happy. Either way, they both were giving their permission for him to continue on with his life and he’d dare not lose the best thing to happen to him since their departure.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his lips melding with yours is the best heater you could’ve asked for. Your hand creeps up feeling the soft hairs of his beard prickle your palm caressing his cheek as the other winds in his dark green shirt trying to keep him as close to you as possible. You weren’t sure if this was a kiss goodbye or something more, but you didn’t want it to stop, immediately finding his lips again when he’d slightly pull away to catch his breath only making him smile against your mouth with a low chuckle.

“I love you.”

“W-What?,” you ask leaning back to look in his eyes. He began to worry thinking your reaction might be because he’d said it at the wrong time or much too early making you uncomfortable.

“I…I said I love you Y/N.” At that bright smile he loved and you pecking his lips a few times more, he felt himself relax as your nails lightly scratched his beard making him sigh.

“I love you too Andy.”

Of course the whispers continued seeing the both of you around town or shopping with your daughter in tow. They definitely became louder after news of your small ceremony circulated through streets and across tables. Some even saying one or the other would come to regret your decision but you both knew that would never happen.

Feeling you stir in his lap, he sweeps some of your curls from your face as he’s met with your drowsy, angel like eyes and small smile.

“Sorry, I fell asleep again.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re on vacation and you deserve to relax.”

“Yea but I don’t want to leave you bored doing nothing,” you pout sitting up to straddle his lap, fingers dancing through the hairs at his nape.

“Sweetheart, since we’ve gotten here the last thing I’ve been is bored,” he smirks before leaning in to cover your lips with his. You two only stop at the loud rumble of your stomach making both of you laugh. “You want to order in or go somewhere?”

“Let’s go to that restaurant we passed by on our way to the beach. Then I can wear that new dress you got me,” you smile pecking his lips and giggling at the low groan vibrating his chest.

“We might need to stay in then. I don’t need another guy trying to steal you away.”

“Whatever. Like you haven’t noticed the ladies drooling over you and your half buttoned shirts showing these,” you counter tracing your finger tip down across the tattoos currently exposed to the salty evening air.

“I haven’t. I’m only focused on you,” he winks before pecking along your neck and collarbone.

“Mhmm sure.” Pulling him up to stand with you, you attempt to walk back inside the villa bringing him behind you, only to be turned to press against his broad chest. His eyes seem thoughtful with a mix of adoration as his thumbs graze your cheeks and fingers rest on the sides of your neck.

“Any regrets?,” he asks as part of your little inside joke with each other. You knew how Andy’s mind could get though. Behind his small chuckle, he actually hoped you were still happy and as much in love with him as he was with you.

“Not one. Do you have any regrets?”

“No, and never will,” he smiles needing to feel your plump lips once more.

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Prove It (2)

✨Pairing✨: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Johnny wants to prove how he can be the man you need him to be

⚠️: very brief insinuations of abortion/adoption, pregnancy symptoms (dizziness, feeling faint, headache), little bit of angst, fluff mixed in tho

“Y/N wait,” Johnny finally speaks grabbing your arm before you could take another step towards the elevator. “You’re just gonna drop something heavy like this then leave?”

On the way up, you rehearsed your plan over and over in your head. You’d sit him down, talk for a bit, then show him the ultrasound once things seemed relaxed enough between you two. Hearing that other girl’s voice though, the plan you spent days ruminating over was long forgotten instead replaced by the overwhelming urge to run away.

“I-,” you sigh meeting his eyes before meeting those of the looming figure in the background with heels in her hand. “Your guest is waiting for you.”

Looking over his shoulder, he curses under his breath trying to figure out how to handle this sticky predicament. “You go to the couch okay? I’ll come get you when I’m done.”

With a small nod, your sandals flap against the tile floor as you enter the futuristic room brightly illuminated from the afternoon sun shining through its many windows. You’d turn on the tv if you could to pass the time, but the usual remote that sat on the coffee table had been replaced by some complicated looking tablet that seemed to control more than the tv. So until Johnny was done, you’d just sit in silence with your thoughts fiddling with the star charm on your necklace as you gazed out to the slow passing clouds.

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea since all your thoughts now centered on him and this mystery woman.

“Hey kid!,” Ben’s deep voice booms as his heavy footsteps approach the living room making the walls vibrate. “What brings you here? Please tell me you’re taking flame boy back with you. He eats all the food and just lies around like an old rug stinking up the place.”

“Glad to hear how you really feel about me pebbles,” Johnny sarcastically smiles from the doorway now in a red shirt and jeans. “Now if you don’t mind me and Y/N need to talk.”

“I’ll talk to you later Ben. Promise.” Connecting your elbows as part of your little handshake, you leave him carefully tapping the tablet successfully cutting on the tv before turning to whatever peaked his interest.

“Make yourself at home,” Johnny states holding open the door to his recently cleaned room. The stale smell now replaced by the fresh air seeping through the cracked sliding glass door paired with citrus scented Lysol. His sheets were changed to a light grey set and perfectly made on the bed, while the clothes that typically littered the floor were all in the hamper waiting to be washed.

“How do you feel? Need anything? Water? Food?”

“I’m uh fine right now, thanks,” you shyly answer sat at the foot of the bed. It was like it was the first time being alone with the opposite sex for either of you. The awkward silence. Johnny sitting an arms length away bouncing his knee as you gazed down at your hands in your lap.

He debated with himself the best way to ask the main question he needed to know. Should he just bluntly come out with it? Work his way to it, by talking about something else? Maybe he shouldn’t ask at all and wait until you told your final decision.

“I uh guess you’re wondering what I’m gonna do,” you softly speak making Johnny relieved he didn’t have to initiate the tough conversation.

“Have you decided yet?”

“…ideally this isn’t when I expected to have a kid..a-and honestly, I don’t know if I’m ready.” He nods, inching closer to soothingly rub your back once hearing your sniffles and watching you wipe the fallen tears from your cheeks.

“But I’m already in love with him or her. It’s like the connection’s been set and I want to do everything I can to protect them,” you explain briefly meeting his soft smile before looking back down at your lap with a small chuckle. “I know I probably sound crazy.”

“No, not at all.” In fact he felt the same.

Now was definitely not the time he planned on having kids, if he ultimately decided to have any at all, and he knew his wasn’t the first name to come to mind when thinking of a father figure. Internally he’d been a nervous wreck since you showed him the ultrasound, but he’d also be lying if he didn’t say there was a bit of joy and excitement at the idea of a mini combination of the both of you running around. Hopefully with your eyes and cute nose that tended to scrunch when you were trying to concentrate.

“H-how do you feel though? About everything.”

“Y/N whatever you decide, I’ll support you. You’re the one who chooses in the end what you want to do with your body.”

“I appreciate that, but I still want to know what you want.”

“For what? If I say yes let’s do it, but you say no what’s the point?”

“The point is that we have options Johnny, and I want to know what you’re thinking to not only help with the final decision, but so you’ll have an input versus all this being on me!,” you answer turning towards him. A fresh set of tears trickling down your cheeks. “Yes it’s ultimately my choice, that’s all I’ve been hearing since my appointment, but I didn’t do this by myself and I really don’t want to make this decision by myself.”

He sighs, running a hand over the soft pricks of his buzzcut hair as he stands and begins to pace the length of the sliding glass door needing to move in some way as he thinks.

“Y/N I think we both know I’m definitely not ready for a kid. Anyone could look at me and tell that,” he states. “I’m not always the best boyfriend, brother, or friend and at this rate probably won’t be the best father either.” Thinking of his own makes him feel slightly ashamed knowing he’d have some choice words for how he’d behaved over the past years. But he also knew his dad would say it wasn’t too late to try to do what’s right, and how he still had time to be the man he desired to be.

The man you and his unborn child deserved.

Standing in front of you, he squats down holding your hands in his already feeling the weight of his next few words in the pit of his gut. “But I want to do this with you.”

“R-Really?,” you ask, a look of relief gracing your pretty features before it’s replaced by concern. “You’re not just saying what you think I want to hear are you? If you don’t-,”

“I mean it when I say I want to Y/N. I know it’s gonna be difficult and I have a lot to learn, but like I said I want to do this with you. And be there for the both of you.” His hands release yours timidly grasping the area right above your hips to graze his thumbs along the cotton material covering your abdomen that currently housed his son or daughter. The intimate moment and small acknowledgment making soft smiles form on both of your faces.

“We’re actually doing this. We’re gonna be parents.”

“Looks like,” he chuckles. “So…what’s next?”

———

From that day, Johnny kept to his word being there for you when he could. During the week or if he was away, he’d text or call asking how you were feeling or if you needed anything. The weekends he’d come stay with you, sometimes giving you a forewarning of his arrival, but mostly just showing up at your door like now. Flashing that tilted smile that always did something to you while holding a bag containing your favorite takeout.

“What if I wasn’t home or had someone else here?,” you ask leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over your chest.

“Then I’d use the spare,” he answers as if it were the only obvious solution. “…And is there someone else here?”

The flash of worry along his brows and glacier like eyes has your heart aching hating you even mentioned such a thing. “No, it’s just me and Sparks. I was just saying though-,”

“I know, I should try to call beforehand. Sorry.”

Truthfully, being so excited to see you he was like a kid so hungry and ready to eat that he neglected his basic table manners. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and although probably ridiculous, he didn’t want to miss anything. Like the day your belly began to expand.

“Since you brought food I’ll look past it,” you smirk taking the plastic bag from his hand as he kisses your cheek, gently moving past you to enter your living room. Perched on the arm of the couch, Sparks frantically barks and wags his tail happy to see his best friend again who usually brought something for him too.

“Hey bubbas! Who’s a good boy?,” he smiles scratching behind the dog’s ears and making him more hyper. “I got something for you.”

“Johnny…,”

“I’m not giving him a lot.” Pulling the bag of treats from his pocket, he orders Sparks to sit before feeding him two small pellets and rubbing from the top of his head to his spotted back continuing his praise on how good of a boy he was. “Just a couple now, then a couple later.”

“If he gets a tummy ache it’s your fault.”

“Yea yea, I’ll take care of him,” he chuckles resting his arms on the wooden bar, watching you take the vegetables and noodles from the styrofoam box to two separate bowls. “So..how do you feel?”

“Fine for the most part. Now, I just feel hot though.”

“Sorry,” Johnny smugly grins accepting the bowl from your outstretched hand.

“Deflate your head Torch, this has been happening off and on for a few days.”

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Because I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. I looked it up and increased temperature is a common pregnancy symptom.” Taking a step towards the fridge, your head begins to feel as if it’s spinning causing you to grab hold to the counter trying to steady yourself. Although a subtle movement, he noticed your stumble and the way your hand desperately gripped the edge as if you were afraid to let go.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I..I’m just a little dizzy. I probably moved too fast or something.”

The spinning sensation only worsened though, and at your whimper as your fingertips met your temple Johnny rushed to your side just in time before you fell limp in his arms.

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