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Safest with You - Ch. 1 (The Coffeeshop)

1.4K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A handsome stranger helps you out with an unfortunate situation at the coffeeshop before work.

Warnings: None? I guess some jerk yells at a cute old lady 😢 so a wee bit of protective Din as well. (No smut, just a meet cute! Gonna be a slow burn, folks!)

A/N: Finally, I'm doing it! This is the start of the Modern AU I'm trying to build; Din is a retired mob enforcer for the Fett family, but they still call him in periodically when they need his strategic know how and/or extra muscle. He never says no - they're his family 🥹 For this meet cute, he's on a job downtown; I say they're in the financial district because I imagine Reader working in a corporate office with a finance related job she loves (she has a methodical mind!), but it’s not really important so you can imagine any office job 😊. There's no implied age gap, so I consider her as either well established or rising in her career. In other words, she's an independent woman and don't need no man 😂

Also I always use this super cute heart divider by @saradika (thank you!)

Series Masterlist

It’s crazy busy in this coffee shop. Not unexpected of course; the local chain has some of the best coffee in the city, and this particular location is its only one in the downtown financial district. Everyone, including yourself, was here to get their caffeine fix before heading into the office for the day.

Well, not everyone, you smile to yourself. The little old lady in front of you doesn’t seem to be in any rush at all; you overhear her ordering her cappuccino in a ‘for here’ mug and a slice of coffee cake “as a treat”, and you’re glad someone, at least, will be having a nice leisurely morning. When she’s finished at the till, you order and pay for your latte, then make your way to the waiting area where several other patrons are awaiting their orders.

“Ice Quad Espresso in a Venti cup, extra ice and six shots!”

Whoa. That’s a drink, you chuckle to yourself. Someone must be preparing for a whole ass day. You look up to see who might collect that caffeine bomb, and can’t help but admire the tall, broad-shouldered stranger who’s flashing the barista a devastatingly handsome smile and a nod of thanks. Maybe it’s your own lack of caffeine, but you might be gawking a little at the way his wavy dark hair is peppered with grey (a few stray curls seem to stick out in the cutest way possible) and start to think it would be soft to run your hands through. The fluffy hair matches nicely with his salt and pepper facial hair, neat but not perfectly trimmed, which for some reason you think suits him – he doesn’t look like he has to try very hard to look so adorable. You’re snapped out of your daze when three more orders are called out in rapid succession, including your own and the little old lady’s. Both of you, as well as a thin man in an ill-fitting grey suit approach the coffee bar to collect your drinks. You were the closest, so you reach the counter first, collect your latte and step back to allow room for the others. The thin man, however, apparently can’t wait and rushes forward to try and push past the old lady, just as she is turning around to look for a seat. You watch in horror as they crash directly into each other and the old lady’s porcelain mug spills the entirety of its contents on the man before falling to the ground and shattering. Shocked by the sudden impact, the thin man then flails out his arms, knocking both the old lady and her plate off balance, the latter slipping from her grasp and breaks on the ground as well. Rushing forward, you help steady the old lady with one hand on her back and letting her grip your other arm. Thankfully, you’re able to hold her steady and not drop your own drink. “Are you okay?”, you ask. Shaking a bit, the old lady nods, “Yes, dear.”

“You fucking bitch!”

Shocked, you look up and see the thin man glaring at the old lady while using his free hand to uselessly try and brush away the coffee that is dripping down the front of his suit jacket. From the corner of your eye, you see the profile of the handsome Quad Ice man as he takes one step forward to intervene, but you beat him to the punch. “Excuse you? You don’t fucking talk to her like that!”, you say with a bite to your tone. How dare this effing guy?

“Look at this fucking mess! She ruined my suit!”

“I’m sor-”, you hear the old lady start to say, so you place a reassuring hand on her arm, hopefully conveying that she doesn’t have to apologize to this neanderthal. Stepping between the two of them, you look directly at the jerk and extend an accusing finger in his direction, “It was an accident! Which wouldn’t have happened if you had just waited your turn.”

“I’m in a hurry! Some of us have very important meetings to get to. And now the meeting is completely ruined because of this fucking mess!”

This guy. You roll your eyes. “If the people you work with don’t respect you because of a little bit of coffee on your clothes then you have much bigger problems.” And with that, you’re done with him, turning and crouching down to help the old lady who has unnecessarily started to try and clean the mess.

Your back is turned, so you don’t know if the thin man tried to approach or if he had started to say something, but you hear a deep, rich voice from above say with quiet authority, “You owe both these women an apology.” Looking up, you see the the imposing figure of the Quad Ice stranger standing over you and the old lady, almost protectively, shielding you both from the thin man’s view. The hand not holding his crazy drink order is clenched in a tight fist; his hands are huge and you can see a scars of varying sizes and age littered over his knuckles. You know without a doubt that this man knows how to fight. There’s a energy radiating from the man towering above you; you don’t know how to explain it, but it doesn’t feel dangerous? Instead, it feels warm and you instinctively know you’re safer having him there.

Regardless, you don’t want this cute old lady’s morning ruined any further so you decide it’s better to diffuse. Touching his clenched fist and smiling softly when you have Quad Ice’s attention, you let him know to let it go, “It’s really okay. Do you mind grabbing me a few napkins?” His gaze down on you is soft, yet still protective; however, he takes his cue from your expression and lets the thin man leave, before bringing you a stack of paper napkins and squatting down to help.

“You shouldn’t have to help, dear.”

You give the old lady’s arm a gentle squeeze to wave off her concern, and you and Quad Ice start carefully picking up pieces of porcelain and putting down napkins to soak up the spilled coffee. You reach over and put your hand gently over his, “Careful, it’s sharp.” He gives you a smile and nods.

Finally, a staff member comes over with a mop and lets the three of you know you don’t need to clean up any more and gives thanks.

As Quad Ice goes to throw away the porcelain pieces you’ve been collecting in a napkin, the old lady exclaims, “Oh no! My dear, I got you too!” You look down and see that you do indeed have a giant coffee stain near the hem of your skirt. Oops! You don’t want her to feel bad though, “Oh, it’s okay! I've done worse. Don’t worry, I have a very friendly dry cleaner.” You try your best let her know you’re not bothered, but the old lady still looks devastated.

“Come now, let’s make sure you get your morning treat.” To distract her, you gently steer the old lady back to the till and order another cappuccino and coffee cake for her. You absolutely insist on paying, hoping to help make up for the terrible morning she’s had so far. She tries to argue, but the kind barista lets you both know it’s on the house and then that’s that. After you've walked the old lady to the waiting area, you look at your phone, and realize you need to leave if you’re going to make the first meeting of your day, “Here’s where I have to leave you! I hope your day gets much better from here.”

The old lady gives you her sincerest thanks, but you’re still somewhat reluctant to leave her. From behind you, a familiar voice says in a comforting tone, “I’ll make sure she’s okay.” You turn around to see that Quad Ice hasn’t left and is giving you a warm smile, as if he knows how worried you still are and wants to put your mind at ease. The little old lady is now nodding reassuringly at you as well, and with that, you give the handsome stranger’s forearm a light squeeze as a thanks and you say good bye to them both.

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As you take your first sip of coffee while sitting down to your meeting, you can’t help but recall the stranger’s deep chocolate brown eyes and the warmth they exuded in that last look he gave you and you wish you at least knew his name.

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mcufan72 · 3 months

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Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Warnings: nothing special, always contains more or less fluff, angst, sex, smut, smoking, and alcohol drinking. I won't put specific warnings so far. It's 18+. Hopefully, it's not a boring chapter.

When you arrived home, you tossed your bag on the floor of your bedroom and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep now.

‘Do you believe in love, Sugar?’

Your thoughts revolved around Luke's question.

‘Love, love…love is for kids and dogs…’

You did believe in love until you didn't anymore. You had wasted years of loving someone who never felt the same for you. How blind you had been. But as your mother always told you, everything in life happens for a reason… you just couldn't see it yet and life could be cruel.

You got into bed and thought about the sex with Luke. He told you that he's not a tender lover. Why did he say that? He had been so tender with you, that you could hardly restrain yourself to not give in to him. You genuinely regretted having faked your orgasm. He deserved more and better. You still didn't know how he recognised it. Was he a man who truly cared about you and your feelings, about what you might like and need to have a satisfying sexual experience? You were sure, you'd like to try other things with him too. There were some things you didn't like but it seemed possible to try them with him. And you were sure he wouldn't say no. He gave you that vibe. You've never been blindfolded before but you liked it.

“I deserve to enjoy life…and sex,” you said to yourself. Maybe Luke was still willing to show you pleasure and you might offer him a further night in case he's going to book you as his escort again. You didn't know why but you trusted him right from the beginning and he didn't disappoint you. He stood true to his word. But you should be careful with trusting someone too soon. You should know better. Nonetheless, you felt ashamed. You've just been scared to fall for Luke, scared of the feelings that came up inside of you when you were together with him, feelings of shameless lust and complete devotion. But you weren't able to give it to him, a man who wasn't yours. You were just his escort…just his whore… and his alone. Nothing could change this.

While thinking of him, you felt his breath on your body again. Shivers ran down your spine when you thought about his warm, tender hands on your body, him going down on you, licking that spot where you craved him most. Jesus, what could've happened if you had allowed him to have that full game of foreplay with you and while you were questioning yourself about it, you had your fingers between your spread legs and rubbed and circled yourself gently and firmly to completion… and you moaned his name when the waves of a badly needed orgasm were washing over and through your trembling body.

When the orgasmic high ebbed away you came back to reality. You would likely never see him again but you would never forget how gentle he had been with you and with how much respect he had treated you. If there was one thing you had learned tonight, it was the realization that you would never be able to spend a night with another man but him. You weren't made for it. You could only ever give yourself to a man you liked and trusted as much as you liked and trusted him, and only ever just to this one man, not ten or twenty. Escorting men and spending some hours with them at events or just a dinner in a restaurant was okay but nothing more than that. It would change your considerations about how to boost your financial situation and you would have to think about another solution to solve your problem. You turned to your side, pulled your sleeping mask over your eyes and fell asleep.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was take a shower again, then you pressed the button on your coffee machine for a latte macchiato and emptied the items of your small travel bag onto your bed. You grabbed the biscuits you couldn't find in your bag the night before and ate one. Still munching on your biscuit, you sorted the rest of your stuff so you could clean or wash them and filled the bag with fresh lingerie and spare clothes to bring to REA later. Maybe you would need the bag again in case Luke was going to book you for a further event but you didn't believe that this would happen. When you grabbed the worn kimono to put it into the laundry basket, a blue-green scarf fell to the floor. You picked it up from the carpet and stared at it. You must've grabbed it from the hotel suite’s floor when you packed your bag after Luke had left the suite. And then you remembered the scarf wasn't wrapped around his neck when he left. The scarf felt so soft in your hands and you buried your nose into the silken fabric. Memories of how he blindfolded you with it came back into your mind. It still smelled of his cologne and him, somehow familiar and safe. You had a closer look at it and you found two swung golden letters, embroidered onto the one end of the scarf: L L

...for Luke Larsson. That was rare nowadays and maybe a bit old-fashioned but you loved it. A further proof of his class and elegance. You had to give it back to him or you had to ask Rhea to do it for you but for now, you'd put it into the drawer of your dresser. You took a last sniff, folded it neatly, and put it into the drawer. Shortly afterwards you got dressed and ready to visit your mum like every Sunday. You would spend the afternoon with her and after lunch, you'd go with her for a walk in the nursery home's Park. You'd push her in her wheelchair to her favourite places and you'd eat some cinnamon rolls you would buy on the way before you'd drive to her.

You both missed the times when you baked them every Sunday and enjoyed them fresh from the oven. Freshly baked, they tasted best. But after her stroke, which left her paralyzed on one side some years ago, it wasn't possible anymore but the bought ones were also tasty and you could keep the tradition of eating some together on Sunday afternoons. The worst thing was to keep on pretending that everything in your life was fine. You hated lying to her but the truth would kill her and so you had no other choice.

In the evening you met another gentleman at Vivian's Velvet. Or you should better say you intended to meet him. But the appointment got cancelled and so did three more appointments this week except one with a gentleman called Mr Lang. Scott was such a funny guy, you laughed a lot and he showed you some magic tricks and you had no idea how he did those amazing things. He just wanted to spend time with you even though you considered offering him to sleep with you but you couldn't. Luke was always on your mind and still the only one imaginable. Scott drank a lot so you would get additional money for the drinks he consumed. That wasn't as much as you would've gotten for pleasuring him in bed but better than nothing. When he said goodbye, he asked you for a kiss. He was really charming and all but you stayed with your rule, so you refused. You'd just kiss a man you were in love with. He took it easy and you thanked him for this funny evening. He's distracted you from your real big problems and you were grateful for it.

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After Loki had waited a couple of weeks for it, he finally got the invitation to the annual gala dinner hosted by a certain Mr. Smith. Everyone important working for international and intergalactic security got invited, ambassadors, negotiators, spokespersons and other important people with their companions. He already knew that this event would happen and that he was invited but he needed the written confirmation. The event would take place this Saturday and Loki had waited eagerly for it because he needed a reason to book you again. He was insecure about how to act after your intimate encounter, he also had no events to appear and he somehow didn't dare ask you for just an evening at Vivian's Velvet or a restaurant. And in general, he should stay away from you. He already had more feelings for you than he should have and he knew you weren't interested in him as an exclusive lover or a boyfriend. You made yourself very clear about that.

He made several phone calls because some arrangements needed to be made before he could call Rhea.

“Thank you, Rhea. I have something for Miss Black. Could you please make sure she gets my gift?”

“Sure, Mr.Larsson but I don't know if Miss Black will accept your present.” Rhea gave to consider.

“Please let her know this gift is connected to our next date. Could you please do this for me?”

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. Will you bring it here yourself or…”

“No, I ordered a delivery service and it should arrive tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Okay, Mr.Larsson. I'll give Miss Black a call so she can collect it from here. Have a nice day, Mr Larsson and thank you for booking Miss Black again.”

“You're welcome, Rhea. Miss Black is lovely and the most amazing woman. She's the finest woman I've seen in ages.” Loki said enthusiastically.

“Oh, Mr. Larsson, that's very kind of you, and you're so generous. You should tell her, she deserves to know that,” Rhea told him enraptured.

“I'll do, Rhea, promised. Have a nice day and thanks again.” Loki ended the call and hopefully, you would go with him to the event and accept the present he bought for you.

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You were preparing your dinner when you got a message from Rhea. You opened it on your phone and she asked you to come to the agency's office tomorrow around noon. You sent her a short confirmation and continued cooking. What could she want? Tell you that more appointments got cancelled? You had no idea why it happened frequently in the last few days but it seemed a lot of men had the flu these days. Hopefully, it hadn't to do with you as a person that the men cancelled the dates. You were sad you hadn't heard from Luke. It seemed you had been right. He had had you in the sheets and now he wasn't interested in you and your company anymore.

You missed him and his ridiculously pretty face, his stupid soft curls and the way he used to look at you, the warmth he radiated when he was around you and the attention he gave you. You growled quietly and scolded yourself for always thinking of him. He shouldn't be always on your mind. Where was the professional distance you wanted to keep? Before you went to bed you took the only piece out of the drawer you had of him. You craved his presence. A longing between your thighs made you finger yourself again, your nose buried deeply into the softness of his scarf, inhaling his scent and in the morning light when you woke up, you still held his scarf in your hand.

Around noon you arrived at your agency, nervous for what Rhea wanted to tell you.

“Glad to see you again, dear. How's it going”

“I'm doing good, how about you?”you asked Rhea.

“I'm fine, thank you, honey. Take a seat.“

“Thanks. I'm sure I'm not here because you have nothing else to do or to just have a chit-chat with me…” and you passed her your small travel bag to store it for you and sat down on the chair.

“I'd love to have some chit-chatting with you but no, I need to tell you that I just got a cancellation for your appointment tonight…” Rhea said, busily tapping on the keyboard of her laptop.

“Really? Is there anything I can do better? I'm slowly getting nervous about it, it's always my appointments,” you complained.

“Don't worry, dear, it's not your fault, you still got payment for tonight and I think it's just the flu going around and some men called me after making an appointment to tell me what type of hair colour they prefer and it just didn't match yours. That's definitely not your fault, darling. You could continue studying tonight or just take a relaxing bath. Enjoy some spare time, you work a lot.”

“Yeah, maybe you're right, I should do that.”

“That's what I wanted to hear, honey. Buuut …there's something else…” Rhea sounded enthusiastic.

“Don't make it so exciting, please”

“You made a really big deal, you have an appointment for a gala dinner with a reception with champagne, hosted by one of the most important diplomats, Mr.Smith. I once saw an interview with him. He's an attractive, charming man I can tell you,” Rhea gushed.

“Is there a little shade of pink on your cheeks, Rhea?” you mocked her jokingly.

“What?... Of course, not…ahmm yeah, right…ahm back to the topic…the reception and the gala dinner. It'll happen tomorrow evening at 7.30, Walker will pick you up at 6.30 and drive you to the location,” and she grinned from ear to ear.

“What's your big smile about and why will I meet the client directly? I'm used to meeting a client at Vivian's Velvet first?” you asked her curiously.

“There's no need for that, dear. Any idea who your date is, hm?” she asked knowingly.

“Nooo, you tell me, please,” and you got an answer you hadn't expected anymore.

“It's Mr.Larsson, dear,” she said and gave you a bright smile.

“What? I thought he would never book me again. We haven't heard anything from him for one week but wow, that's awesome. I'm glad, I think it's a privilege to go there with him.” You were genuinely glad and utterly relieved. He still wanted to spend time with you. That was more than you deserved after the last time you saw him.

“That's fantastic and of course, I'll escort him, I'm looking forward to it. Please send him my confirmation.”

“With pleasure, honey…and wait…he left something for you…,” and Rhea picked something up from the floor under her desk.

“He was here?” You asked and you remembered the scarf you had forgotten at home. But now you could give it back to him personally.

“No, he wasn't, a delivery service brought it this morning,” and she handed you a longish black box, tied with a glossy satin ribbon and a sumptuous satin-finish bow decorating the centre of the box.

“Wow…that looks gorgeous and expensive. I'm not sure if I can accept such a gift,” you stated doubtfully.

“Do you know what's in it?” you asked Rhea.

“No, I don't but whatever it is, Mr.Larsson seems to like you quite a lot. He only told me that it's related to your date with him.” Rhea wiggled her eyebrows.

“Nahh, I'm sure it's just something he wants me to wear for the gala dinner, something to his liking. Maybe he thinks I've nothing in my closet for an event like this. And if it's a dress I doubt it has the right size. Or it's some kinky stuff perhaps?” you joked and you both chuckled.

“Maybe… May I ask how the intimacy with him was? I don't want to hear any details, I just want to know if he has been nice to you,” Rhea asked concernedly.

“He was wonderful but I'm sure I made a beginner's mistake. I tried to stay detached and separate myself from it, I tried to perform, you know. But I failed and he noticed. My performance was just …awful and I thought it cost me his attention and bookings. And to be honest, Rhea I don't think I can do this with any other man,” you told her sadly.

“It's never easy, dear and you don't have to do it at all. It's completely your decision and I totally get it that you just want him. He's so beautiful and charming, someone who radiates strength and responsibility. It wouldn't be a surprise for me if he captures your heart. And about the gift…he insisted that you accept it. Whatever it is in that box, darling, please, send me a photo, okay? I need to know what's in this gorgeous-looking box,” Rhea seemed more excited than you but it made her even more likeable.

“Of course, Rhea. Will do. But I won't fall for him, okay? It would violate my rules.”

“Everything is only your decision, dear and yours alone. Just don't miss a chance to meet someone who could be more to you. It happens that an escort lady falls in love with her client and he falls in love with his escort lady. If it's mutual then there's nothing wrong or bad about it. Why not give in to that feeling? Don't be too hard on yourself,” Rhea said.

“It's not that easy for me and I might better stay alone. Okay, then…is there anything else that you want to talk about with me?” You asked her.

“No, darling that's all for today. Thanks again for coming,” Rhea answered kindly and you got up from the chair you were sitting on.

“No worries. Can't wait to unpack the box. Bye Rhea, and thank you for always listening to me.” You said kindly.

“Bye, darling and take care. Enjoy the gala dinner,” and Rhea waved at you and stored your bag next to her chair while you were already heading for the door with the box under your arm.

“Will do!” You waved back, left the office and headed back home.

Later in your apartment, you placed the box on the kitchen counter. You opened the fridge and poured some water into a glass. While staring at the elegant package you took several sips of water, briefly noticing how thirsty you had been. Why would Luke give you a gift? Should you leave the box unopened? But it would be impolite to ignore his gift. You still could give it back to him in case you didn't like the content of the box. What was his intention? He had an intention, right? Of course, he had. Smart bastard. You grinned at the thought of him. You liked him, more than you should, this untouchable, sometimes grumpy guy but he treated you with respect and decency and the way he tried to show others that you ‘belonged’ to him as long as you were his companion at an event made you feel safe and protected, and it made you feel valued.

You still had big problems to solve but when you were together with him, he eased your mind and you could breathe again. Somehow it seemed he could be your way out of your fucked up situation. You enjoyed every minute of being together with him. But you couldn't allow yourself to fall for him. Nonetheless, you've missed him and you couldn't wait for tomorrow evening to see him again. In light of that, you had a free afternoon and evening tonight, and you considered meeting your best friend Gabby later. You haven't seen her for weeks and you have a lot to tell her. You risked a little peek into the box and closed it rapidly.

"Oh.My.Goodness,” you murmured unbelievingly. You opened the box again, completely this time and you couldn't believe what you were seeing there. Against a bed of black tissue paper, a dark-green silk dress nestled in there. You ran a hand over the green silk and a smile curved your lips.

“Incredible” you whispered. You had worn several pricey and elegant dresses but none of them compared to this one. The urge to try it and wrap your body in it overtook you.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you stood in front of your mirror because the dress fitted perfectly. The deep V-neck emphasized your cleavage and transformed your breasts into something luscious, the colour gave your skin an ethereal glow. The skirt was floor length and had a tempting slit up one side and the elegantly crossed spaghetti straps turned your back into a real eye-catcher. Every silken inch of the gorgeous evening gown clung to your body as if it were tailored for you. It shimmered brightly every time you moved. It seemed he remembered every curve and every detail of your body and he saw you naked just once. But it seemed to be enough for him to find this perfect gown for you.

You never wanted to be a dressed-up doll again for a man, never again wearing something just for a man’s liking. But you saw clearly that it mattered who gave a dress like this to you. It was chosen with so much care and love. Luke's choice was perfect, he knew exactly what you would like to wear. He was perfect, honestly too perfect to be real. You took this dream of a dress off again and when you wanted to put it back into the box you saw an envelope lying in the box, a handwritten letter in it.

My lovely

Sugar,

When you read this letter, you have already seen the evening gown I would love to give to you. I hope fervently, that you like it and that it fits you well. I'm sure you look stunning in it and I would feel honoured if you would wear it for the gala dinner. But it's completely your decision if you want to wear it or not. I'm just glad to meet you again. You can definitely keep it, it's made just for you.

Please don't be mad at me that I haven't booked you for days but I've been busy. Maybe against your expectations, I still would love to have you as my companion at events.

I know our professional relationship is not about emotions or any private things but I hope you still want to see and escort me.

I missed you and your company and I also haven't forgotten our shared night. Thank you for allowing me to have you and for the nice words you said to me before I left. I'm still convinced that I'm not a tender lover but your words mean a lot to me.

I'm excited to see you again for the gala dinner on Saturday, at least I'm hoping for it and I hope we'll have a wonderful time there. Take care, sweet thing!

Devotedly yours,

Luke

Your mouth stood open, your eyebrows raised. Why did this feel like a love letter? He owed you nothing, at least an explanation why he hadn't booked and met you. Of course, you would definitely wear this dress for the gala dinner. You couldn't wait to see him again and tell him how much you liked the dress he had chosen for you and how much you appreciated his gift. Now you definitely needed to see Gabby and you send her a message if she would like to meet you in Central Park later this afternoon.

“Heeyyyy, it has been ages, y/n… How's it going? Gabby greeted you, a box of donuts in her hand. Gabby has been your best friend since you moved to New York five years ago. You met her at a grocery store and since then you have been best friends. You two just matched perfectly. She was the only person who knew that you had lost your job and what you were now doing for a living.

“I'm doing good, how about you?” you asked her and you hugged each other. You took a short walk through the park and Gabby gave you an update on her life and her family. You found a vacant bench and took a seat, the box with donuts placed between you.

“Spill the beans, dear…did you meet any hot guys and escort them to fancy events?” she asked you curiously, taking a donut out of the box and biting into it.

“I met a lot of guys in the past months,” you answered and took a donut out of the box, too.

“And? Any husband material among them?” She wanted to know and took another bite of the pastry.

“You know I'm not looking for a husband, I don't need that.”

“C'mon, dear…don't tell me you didn't meet at least one hot lad,” she said, grinning at you. “Uhhh…you're blushing, baby” she teased you.

“I'm not blushing…” you stated vehemently, feeling the heat in your face. How embarrassing.

“Tell me everything about him, I want every detail.” Gabby shifted curiously back and forth on the bench.

“There's not much to tell…”

“I don't believe you…There's something in your eyes, come on, tell me about him,” Gabby insisted.

“He's tall, lean, with broad shoulders and a slender waist, endless long legs, every muscle of his body perfectly defined, his big hands know how to hold you, his beautiful blue eyes are staring into my soul like no one's eyes did before and his long black curls are an invitation to bury your nose and your fingers in it…and he always smells so good. But most importantly he's nice, eloquent and smart and he knows how to treat you like a lady, even if you're far away from being one.”

“Summarized, the guy is hot,” Gabby said, biting lustfully into her donut.

“And? Could he become your new boyfriend?” she mumbled.

“You know my rules, Gab, never fall in love with a client,” you answered, upset.

“Sure… you already failed, you have the heart-eyes, dearie” she teased you.

“That's not the only failure,” you murmured sadly.

“What do you mean?” Gabby questioned concernedly.

“I slept with him,” you continued, staring to the ground.

“What? Generally, it's not a failure but you just wanted to escort men to events or parties but you never wanted to have sex with them,” Gabby sounded genuinely concerned. “Why did you change your mind?”

“Because of my financial situation, my rent and the rent for mum's nursing home increased…and… I'm living really large.“

“Bullshit, we both know that's not true… was he nice to you, some men are… rampant when it's not their own girl they have sex with …”

“He was lovely and careful, he treated me with respect like he always does,” you answered silently.

“It wasn't easy to do it, was it?”

“With him it was, I feel kinda safe with him…otherwise, I couldn't have done it,” you explained.

“Sooo, you could enjoy it? Did you have lots of fun with him? Was he good with his…You know you deserve to have some fun, girl…bad enough you had to do it because you need more money.”

“Gabby, it's not about having fun. I don't want… not…with him…he's…he's…,” you stuttered and interrupted her harshly before she interrupted you again.

“...the sexiest guy? The hottest shit in town? The best you’ll ever get?” she questioned wonderingly.

“Don't make it just sexual. He's more than that…I'm… sure. If I just want to have sex I could have it with every man I escort,” you answered, trying to sound convinced.

“And, do you?” she wanted to know.

“Do what?”

“Having sex with the hottest or wealthiest men in town, you escort to events or to who knows what and had fun in bed with them?”

“No!” you answered harshly.

“Okay, so you don't want to have sex? Nasty, toe-curling sex?”

“No, I don't want to have… yes, I want it, but I want it just with him since…since…”You stuttered again.

“Since you got laid by him and since he did it right? The way you need it and deserve it? There's nothing wrong about it, get your cake and eat it. So why do you think it was a failure?” when Gabby talked about it, everything sounded so easy.

“I faked it,” you said sheepishly.

“Faked what?”

“My climax, I faked my climax.” You told her meekly.

“Are you serious? Why?” she asked unbelievingly.

“I wanted it to be done, it felt too good and I was afraid to give in to my emotions and enjoy the intimacy with him.”

“Why would you want it to end quickly when it felt so good? I don't get it.” Gabby smiled at you.

“I don't know, I'm just used to quickies, a man done within five minutes, not caring about what I want, not listening to me what I need…”

“But he hadn't finished within five minutes,” Gabby confirmed.

“No, he took his time with me”

“And you didn't want that?” Gabby asked unbelievingly.

“No…Yes…Damn Gab, I'm afraid to fall in love with him. And I'm sure he'd never want to be with someone like me, so my feelings for him would be futile,” you said whiney.

“You're afraid of loving him because he makes you feel good? Girl, you deserve to enjoy life and sex. Bad enough you have to make your money as an escort. Damn y/n let him fuck you into oblivion. Go and get your man! Fuck him, love him, marry him, have babies with him and leave that fucking agency.” she told you vehemently.

“If only I could, but I can't.” You retorted dejectedly.

“Of course, you can. You had a damn well-paid, serious job before. Why don't you work for another marketing agency? Do you just hesitate because of that damn bloody asshole you wasted the last five years on?”

“It wasn't like that right from the beginning…and it's not that easy...”

“Don't make me angry, dearest, I don't want to talk about that prick ever again. He's gone and he shouldn't affect your life anymore. Finish studying, look for another job quickly and grab Mr. Hotshot.” Gabby said, trying to encourage you.

“It's not that easy, studying is expensive, I have to pay my bills…”

“What are you not telling me, sweetheart? Hey, it's me, your old friend Gabby…I'm all ears, always,” she offered you.

You didn't know what to answer her but you couldn't tell her about every issue that plagued you and you just looked sadly at her.

Gabby didn't insist further on an answer, she knew sooner or later you would tell her everything about your problems and to pressure you wouldn't be successful.

“Is he the only one of your clients you have sex with?” Gabby wanted to know.

“Yes, he was the first and he'll be the only one. He's the only one imaginable for me,” you answered her genuinely.

“Does he know?”

“No, I try to stay a mystery, I don't want him to like me too much or to care too much about me,” you said calmly.

“And you're sure this is going to work?” Gabby raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“We both keep it as a professional relationship,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course, you do. Does he have extra females? Or just you and you only?” curiosity in her voice.

“I don't know. He's not obliged to tell me.”

“No sneaky stuff with other women? Girl, he wants to love you. He could have any woman but he wants you, he pays to see you. Will you see him again? Will you try to meet him again?”

“He has already booked me again, yes. For a fancy gala dinner and…he gifted me a dream of a silk evening gown,” and you showed her a photo of you, dressed in it, standing in front of your mirror.

“Gosh, girl you look amazing in that dress… and you want to tell me he just wants you as his escort? That evening gown is perfect. He did that on purpose and if you ask me, he has already left the ‘professional relationship area’. He wants to parade you around like: hey everyone, look at my stunning girl and she's mine, no one dares touch her and I'll protect her at any cost … I'd love to know what he looks like. I'm sure you're a gorgeous couple…”

“Forget it, I won't show you a photo of him. I protect my clients’ privacy. And I'm sure it's not his intention to parade me around. He just wanted to make sure that I'm properly dressed for said event.”

“If you say so,” and a knowing smile showed upon her face.

“Are you going to have sex with him again?”

“If he's open to it. I'd like to erase my mistake and maybe we can both have satisfying sex.”

“Hey, do it, enjoy it, there's nothing wrong with it,” Gabby assured you.

“But I let him pay for it. I need the money but to let him pay doesn't feel right somehow,” you complained.

“That's true but that's the deal. An escort lady gets paid. Fact is, if he is such a good-looking guy with a decent character he could have any woman, I suppose but he wants to be with you and is willing to pay for your service, whatever your services include. Give him and yourself a chance. But promise me to be always careful, you'll never know what's going on in a man’s head,” she said concernedly.

“I promise to take care of me and Walker looks after me when I'm on a date, intimate or not,” you tried to soothe her concern.

“Yeah, that's good. I'm glad he's there for you.”

“Yeah, I'm glad to have him. He makes me feel safe when I'm on a date,” you said, well aware that he was not the only one who gave you that feeling.

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Loki sat on a bench in Central Park on this sunny afternoon and read a few pages of his book. He recently got confirmation from Rhea, that you will escort him to the gala dinner tomorrow. He was excited to meet you. Would you wear the dress? It would be marvellous. The park was crowded with people jogging, parents playing with their kids and students sitting on the lawn and having lively discussions. People walked by his bench, talking, and laughing and some of them just silently walked side by side. Loki minded his own business and kept reading. When two women walked along the way, one of them telling funny stories about her kids, he looked up from his book for a brief moment, when they had already passed his bench and he just saw the backs of the casually dressed ladies.

The only thing that caught his attention were the trainers of the woman who listened to the other woman, who was talking. He liked the shoes’ colour, dark green, his favourite colour. He frowned and continued reading. He was sure he had seen trainers like these before. It seems, that green trainers are the trend this year.

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notsoscarybitch · 1 year

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I can't belive I made this an actual drawing

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⭐WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER WLW COOKIE RUN SHIPS SHOWDOWN!⭐

May the best WLW (women-loving-women) ship win!! ✨✨✨

🌟ROUND 1🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Pomegranate Cookie x Dark Enchantress Cookie)

(Cotton Candy Cookie x Pink Choco Cookie) VS (Financier Cookie x Pastry Cookie)

(Raspberry Cookie x Princess Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie)

(Cream Puff Cookie x Walnut Cookie) VS (Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie)

(Kumiho Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie) VS (Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie)

(Raspberry Cookie x Parfait Cookie) VS (Skating Queen Cookie x Ice Candy Cookie)

(Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie) VS (Marshmallow Cookie x Macaron Cookie)

(Latte Cookie x Financier Cookie) VS (Pastry Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Caramel Arrow Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie) VS (Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie)

(Pomegranate Cookie x Kumiho Cookie) VS (Blue Lily Cookie x Lilybell Cookie)

(Blueberry Pie Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie)

(Financier Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Black Pearl Cookie)

(Twizzly Gummy Cookie x Croissant Cookie) VS (White Ghost Cookie x Black Garlic Cookie)

(Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie) VS (Coffee Candy Cookie x Baguette Cookie)

(Strawberry Cookie x Pumpkin Pie Cookie) VS (Kumiho Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Cheesecake Cookie x Cocoa Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟ROUND 2🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Cotton Candy Cookie x Pink Choco Cookie)

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie)

(Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie) VS (Raspberry Cookie x Parfait Cookie)

(Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie) VS (Pastry Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Blue Lily Cookie x Lilybell Cookie)

(Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie) VS (Financier Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie)

(White Ghost Cookie x Black Garlic Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

(Kumiho Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟ROUND 3🌟

(Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie) VS (Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie)

(Starfruit Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie) VS (Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Hollyberry Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie)

(Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie) VS (Orange Cookie x Lime Cookie)

🌟SEMIFINALS🌟

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Butter Pretzel Cookie x Cheesecake Cookie)

(Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

🌟FINALS🌟

(Sea Fairy Cookie x Moonlight Cookie) VS (Chocolate Bonbon Cookie x Sour Belt Cookie)

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There will be a MLM (men-loving-men) version after this tournament has concluded, so keep an eye out for that! Depending on the interest for these first two, there may also be straight ships and NB (nonbinary) ships showdowns as well! Also, if you’re interested in Cookie Run rarepairs (like some of the ships found above), feel free to join my discord here! 💕💕 💕

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ifeelsounsure0 · 2 years

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Finding Love Part 5: A Midnight Summer's Dream

Suzy x M!Reader

Fluff, Smut

WC: 8063 words

“Hey, Professor. Our new financial advisor just came. She's waiting for you in your office.”

Your phone’s vibration stirs you awake, and you reach towards the nightstand, aimlessly grabbing for your phone. With your eyes still closed, you instinctively type in the password and open your messages. “Financial advisor? Who in the hell?”

You force yourself to sit up and start replying to Sana. “I'll be there in a bit. Just give me a little to get ready.”

Fighting back the temptation to lay back down, you get out of bed and step into the bathroom.

You don't bother turning on the lights this time and let the natural light from the open window illuminate the room. Everything seems to blur together. It barely feels like any time had passed before you already stepped into the shower, shampooed your hair, and dried off.

You toss together an outfit, grabbing a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. Since you've got no time to spare today, you rush out the door without a cup of coffee or anything else to eat.

“Professor!” You look up to find Sana, dressed in a beautiful light blue spring dress, at the entrance of the hospital, waving at you. “Hurry up! She's already waiting for you.”

Wait, how did I ge– “I'll be right there, Sana.” You shake your head, hoping to shake off the mental fog you're suffering from, and step out of the car. “Sana?”

“Hm?” she hums, scanning her keycard to open the door before letting you go through.

“When did I ask for a financial advisor?”

“You don't remember?” Sana scratches her head and calls the elevator. “I think it was last week. Professor Lee was yelling at you for having such a small profit margin, so you told So Hee to find one for you.”

“Yeah, I don't remember. Where's she from?”

“I think she told me, Goldman Sachs. Honestly, I don't really remember.”

The elevator doors open with a quiet ding, and Sana follows you in. She presses on the 30th floor and leans against the railing.

“You're not going to the lab?”

“Not today. So Hee said she needed to talk to me about something, and so did the new girl.”

You shake your head and lean back beside her, watching the floor numbers slowly tick up. Your eyes find their way to Sana, her lips slightly pursed as she stares at the buttons. Without her typical conversation, the elevator ride feels eerily quiet, and you can't hold back the urge to tap your finger against the railing.

Thankfully, the ride doesn't last much longer, and once the elevator doors open, you leave the awkward silence. Your floor feels empty early in the morning without your staff, but as you walk towards your office, the unmistakable smell of caramel wafts into your nose.

You can't help but smile when you spot the familiar source of the caramel aroma leaning against your desk. So Hee’s wearing an orange sweater that she paired with a lighter tan skirt. Her cup of coffee, which no doubt tastes like pure sugar, sits beside her, the steam reflecting some of the morning sunlight.

“Boss. There you are.” She smiles and opens the door for you, handing you her cup of coffee. “And here he is, with perfect timing.”

Only then do you notice the other person in the room. “Hello, my name is–” Her matcha latte falls from her hand and spills onto the floor.

Your breath gets sucked out of your lungs. A sharp breath through your dry lips. Deep breaths in an effort to dampen the rapidly quickening pace of your heart.

She hasn't changed in five years. Slightly curled brown hair that framed her face perfectly, brown doe eyes, and pouty lips. Her white tee was crisp and contrasted beautifully with her black skirt. Only once the door closes do you notice the scent of lilacs she always wore and the smell of matcha that she was obsessed with.

“Suj…”

“Hey…. How’ve you been?” Her eyes are glued to the floor, and she can’t seem to look up to meet your gaze.

Lost. Missing a piece of my heart. The words sit on the tip of your tongue, begging to be said. If only you could say it, but you feel So Hee’s eyes on you.

“So Hee. Would you mind giving us the room? I need to talk to her for a minute.” You give her a weak smile and wait for her to shut the door to your office before setting down the cup of coffee.

An awkward silence descends. Suzy stands out of arm’s reach, a few feet away from the window, not daring to come closer. She cradles her arm in front of her body, rocking gently from side to side. Her eyes stare at the ground, occasionally glancing up to see your reaction only to return back to the stained carpet. “So, are you just gonna stand there?” You slide over along the table and tap on the empty space beside you. A silent offer. A test to try and understand the state of your fractured relationship.

“Thanks.” She takes a few slow steps closer, eyes still trained on the floor as she leans on the desk beside you.

Another awkward silence, broken only by the sound of your heart beating out of your chest. Your fingers nervously tap on the desk, trying to think of something to say while your eyes stare at her hand. It was so close, close enough that you could just grab onto it and pull her out of this stuffy office, yet it couldn’t have felt any further away as she refused to meet your eyes.

“What are you doing here, Suj?”

“I don’t really know what to tell you. Last week, I got an email from my boss saying that there was a hospital looking for a financial advisor, and he’d like to recommend me for the position since it's in my hometown and I would probably like it. Soon enough, I was packing my bags for a flight, and so that’s how I got here.”

Your hands press down onto the table as you lean back. “So, you’re telling me that you just decided to take the job because it’s in our hometown, and you didn’t know it would be with me?”

She looks up and stares into your eyes. “Why are you acting like you’re not happy to see me? I know that it’s been five years, but I thought it wouldn’t matter.”

A sigh leaves your lips. “So you did know that it would be me.”

“Yes! I did know that it would be you. Happy now? I’ve missed you for five years, and I came back to see you,” she says bitterly, kicking the plastic cup across the room. “I'll just go if you don't want me. I can tell my boss that the environment didn't fit me.” Her voice breaks on the last few words, and she covers her eyes as she starts to walk out the door.

“You know that's not what I meant.” Your hand grabs her wrist, tugging her towards you. “I was just surprised. That's all.”

“I guess I was surprised too. I thought I'd never get to see you again.” Her tone is wistful, and she stares at her hands. “Sorry,” she whimpers, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m such a mess, aren't I?”

“No.” Your hand cups her cheek and brushes away the tear. “Not at all.” You grab her So Hee’s cup of coffee and hand it to her, watching as she takes a sip.

“Your secretary likes her coffee really sweet, huh?” she chuckles and sets the mug back onto the table behind you. “I probably shouldn’t stay too long.” Her hand reaches into her purse and takes out a black folder. “This is the contract provided by my company. Expected profit margins, what you want me to invest extra cash in. Everything should be covered, so call me if you have any questions.” She starts to get up again.

You glance down at your watch and send a quick text to So Hee. “Could you clear my schedule for today?”

“There are only one or two things, but may I ask why?” She responds immediately, presumably because she's waiting outside.

“Something came up.” You quickly set your phone back down only to realize that you'd grabbed onto Suzy’s wrist as she walked away. “Sorry,” you stammer and let go of her wrist. “Anyways. I'm free for the day, so do you want to catch up over lunch or something?”

“I have one or two people I need to visit, so if you want to come along.”

“Y-yeah, sure. I can drive.”

“Perfect,” she beams, grabbing onto your wrist. “Let’s go then. I’m starving.”

You feel your heart beat out of your chest as you stare at her. Her smile hadn’t changed, and for a moment, it felt like you were both fresh out of college, still just taking your first steps into the real world.

“We won’t get anywhere if you don’t follow me out of your office.” Suzy tugs on your wrist to emphasize her point. “Hurry up, already!” she laughs and laces her fingers through yours.

The grasp of her hand feels familiar, and you don’t resist when she tugs you out of your office and runs towards the elevator. You can feel So Hee’s eyes staring as you pass her on the way to the elevator, giving her a simple wave.

“Bye So Hee! It was nice meeting you!” Suzy manages out. Her grip on your hand tightens, dashing down the final stretch to the elevator.

“You know we didn’t have to run,” you laugh, pressing the button once you both stop in front of the doors.

“I know, but it's not every day that you can go out for a nice run.” Her breathing is slightly ragged, and her face is somewhat flush from the sprint. “Not that I don't have a gym membership, but I just don’t have the time.” She glances at your chest before looking up and smiling. “You look a little… bigger.” Her hand moves over your chest before she suddenly freezes.

“Suj? Are you o—” You feel a hard tug as she pulls you into the elevator and quickly presses the bottom floor. “What were you trying to say, Suj?” Your shoulder nudges against her’s and you sadden, watching her stare at the descending numbers to avoid your gaze. “Weren’t you gonn–”

“No, I wasn’t.” She pushes you away from her, wedging herself in the corner of the elevator. “And stop coming so close.” Her hand then lets go of yours, retreating away as she holds herself.

“Suj, just tell me what’s the ma—”

The elevator comes to an unexpected stop, and the doors open. Suzy leaves as quickly as possible, but you grab onto her arm and pull her back. Annoyed, she tries to draw her hand away but can’t release your grip. “I said stop coming so close! Now let g—”

“You’re leaving on floor ten!” You can feel your employees' eyes as they glance towards the commotion before you pull her back. Once she’s inside, you hurriedly close the elevator door, not noticing how close she is to you now. “Damn it,” you mutter and slide your hand down your face in frustration.

As the doors close, the thump of your heart becomes more and more prominent, and when you glance down, you’re caught with Suzy’s doe eyes looking back.

She blinks once or twice and takes a deep breath before noticing her hand on your chest. Her lips are close enough that you can feel her warm breath. After a few achingly long moments, she pushes herself off, managing out a weak “Sorry,” as she returns to her spot in the corner.

You stare at her, silent in the corner. “Suj.” Your voice gets her attention before you tug on her arm so that she faces you. “Are you going to tell me what’s the matter, or are we just going to be awkward all day?”

“Nothing is wrong.” Her murmur is barely audible.

“Of course, something is wro—!” A deep breath. “I’m sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong, Suj.”

“So Hee said tha—” She stops as the doors open to the lobby, revealing a large group of your employees staring at both of you. “I’m sorry. We were just get—”

You quickly press on the correct underground parking floor and smile at your employees. “We’re still headed down. Sorry, everyone.” Once the doors close, you nudge Suzy with your finger. “So? What’s the matter?”

“Well… me and So Hee were talking, and I don’t really know how it came up, but she said that she was dating you.” Her hand covers her face as she lets out a broken sob. “I shouldn’t have come back if I wa—”

“Shhh.” You pull her into your arms and pat her back. “Me and So Hee are not dating, so don’t worry about ruining anything.” Her soft hair brushes against your nose, and get a whiff of her scent. The smell of her lilac-scented perfume was familiar, and you couldn’t help taking a deep breath before letting her cry against your chest. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”

She lets out a few more sobs as her hands rest on your chest and pull your shirt closer.

“I missed you.”

You smile and press a kiss to the top of her head. “I missed you too.”

“You’re a bastard,” she whimpers and pulls away before hitting your chest. “Leaving me to go to the airport alone. I hated you, but after a few days, I realized how much I missed you.”

“I won't leave again. I promise.”

“Better not.” Her weak nod against your chest releases the tension built from wanting to confess for years, and you pull her closer, not wanting to lose her familiar warmth in your arms ever again. When she drags you out of the elevator doors and smiles, you can't help but feel as if everything is coming back together.

She drags you through the parking lot and stops in front of your car, the old classic that looks slightly out of place in a doctor’s parking spot. “You still drive this to work?”

“No… I always drive my ot– I guess I decided to take this one today.” You shake your head, hoping to clear up the fog that hadn't quite dissipated from this morning, but to no avail.

“Are you okay?” Her hand grazes yours, and she pulls you closer with a concerned expression. Reaching up, she touches the back of her hand to your head. “You’re warm,” she mumbles before taking the keys from you. “I’ll drive then. You look horrible.”

“I’m not letting you drive.” You try to snatch the keys back from her, only for her to push you just out of reach and dash into the driver’s seat. “Suj.” Your knuckles rap against the window. “Get out.”

She looks at you back through the window and pouts, holding up one finger and mouthing, “Just this once. Pleaseeee.”

You shake your head and pull on the handle a few more times, but after a few more tugs of the handle, you relent and climb into the passenger seat. Now you can only watch in horror as she adjusts all of your mirrors and pulls the seat all the way forward before asking, “What’s the third pedal for?”

“It’s the clutch, Suj. For changing gear.”

“Oh.” She taps the pedal once or twice before taking a deep breath.

“Just let me drive,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and get ready to step out.

“It’ll be fine,” she reassures, correctly changing the car into first gear. “It's not the first time that I've driven a manual.”

“Second then?”

She smiles and shakes her head before pulling out of the parking spot. “Third.” Her stifled laughter doesn’t do much to reassure you, but you're left with no choice other than to watch her.

After a few poor gearshifts, Suzy eventually gets comfortable driving the car. “Where should we go eat?” Her eyes glance over and settle on your wrist as you scroll through your phone. “You still wear the watch?”

“Me? N-n—” you try to come up with a reasonable explanation only to look down to see the piece you had both bought together. “I guess I did wear it.” Your voice is soft as you inspect the watch under the sunlight.

It was still as beautiful as ever. The brilliant white dial, sparkly silver case, and black leather strap were pristine, almost as if you had never worn it before.

An awkward silence settles down while she stops at a light heading into the fashion district. “I still haven’t worn mine much either,” Suzy admits quietly, staring at the car in front. Her fingers tap against the edge of the steering wheel, the only sound in the otherwise silent car.

“Where are we going?”

“Getting breakfast. Isn’t that what we planned on doing?”

“I know, but….” You look out the window to see the lines of clothing stores outside, beautiful restaurant patios, and wealthy couples, arms linked together as they walk down the white marble streets. “Suj. There's nothing good to eat here.”

Suzy just smiles and continues driving past the fashion district until stopping on a small street in Little Italy. “Come on. Let's get breakfast here.”

You step out into bustling little Italy. A young boy runs around tossing newspapers to each shop, carts sit alongside the road selling hot dogs and shaved ice, and most importantly, there's already a long line coming from the local deli. “A little early for pastrami?” you ask as the door slams shut.

“It's never too early for pastrami,” she says as she grabs onto your hand and tugs you into the line beside her. “It's been so long since I've had some pastrami from home.”

“You've lived in New York for five years, and you still like the pastrami from here?”

Suzy nods her head and takes a step forward. “I only had one pastrami sandwich in New York. It was my first week there, and I wanted to try the famous New York Pastrami from Katz’s. I ended up waiting in line for like an hour.” Her voice softens. “When I took the first bite. Yes. It was delicious. The best pastrami I've ever had, but I realized I was alone. In some new place, without my best friend who’d always eaten with me from the first week of college. So…” she sniffles. “I never had another pastrami in New York after that.”

You suck in a breath through your teeth and watch her sullen expression stare at the broken pavement. “You know I di–”

“It's okay, though.” She looks into your eyes and forces a smile. “We’re here together now. That's all that matters. Right?”

“Yeah.” There's a dull throb in your heart as you stare at her. A mixture of remorse, guilt, and regret all seemed to pull at your heartstrings every time you looked at her.

Suddenly the feeling of her hand clutching onto yours felt uncomfortable, but when you try to pull away, she holds on even tighter. “I told you to put all of that behind us.” Her hand touches your cheek. “I don’t want you to be frustrated with yourself. You can’t change the past, so stop thinking about it. Okay?” She waits for you to nod. “Good. I hope you still remember my order.”

Her unexpected tug pulls you through the door, and you’re caught staring at a grumpy-looking Italian man glaring at you from inside the window.

“Could I have–” you stifle a cough. “a regular pastrami with everything on it.” A quick glance towards Suzy, hoping to get a reaction, only to see her playing on her phone. “and another pastrami but with half mayo, please.”

“Anything else?” The man scribbles down your order on his notepad.

“Could you add another regular pastrami with everything on it, please?” Suzy says, reaching for her purse. “And yeah, that’ll be it.”

You smile and give the man ₩30000. Once he takes it, you glance over at Suzy doing her best to hide her slight smile as she places her wallet back into her purse.

“You'll be order number six.” He rips off an order number and hands it to you.

Your hand barely manages to grab the receipt before Suzy tugs you down to the pickup window. “Did I get the order right?” you tease, expecting her to reluctantly acknowledge you. Instead, she says nothing and continues scrolling through her text messages. “Suj?”

“Hm?” she hums, eyes still glued to her phone.

“I got your order right, didn’t I?”

Suzy sighs and turns off her phone before snatching the receipt from you. She quickly glances over the receipt and then hands it back. “I only get half a sandwich, but you can’t seem to remember that.”

“That’s bull.”

“I told you that you would get it wrong.”

“Whatev—”

“Order six! Order six!” A plastic bag is placed outside the window with a post-it note attached.

Swiftly, Suzy snatches the receipt from between your fingers and hands it to the man inside the window. You can make out the words thank you on her lips before she grabs the bag. “It smells so good,” she says, opening the bag and taking a deep inhale.

“Yeah,” you smile and push open the door for her to step out. “Where are we eating?”

“This time?” She looks around the packed streets at midday and up at the sky.

Your eyes follow hers to the beautiful blue sky with a few small white clouds dotting the sea of blue. “We could go eat at the park.” You meet her eyes. “It’s a nice day today. Maybe play a game of chess by the pond if you want.”

She looks down the street to the lush green park in the city's center before shaking her head. “Let’s go visit someone today.” Her hand lightly holds onto yours as she waits for your nod.

“Yeah. Let’s go see him.” You grab onto her hand more tightly before noticing the eyes of pedestrians on both of you. “Suj. Wait a minute.” Your hand lets go of hers as you take off your jacket and toss it into the car. Then you roll up your sleeves before holding onto her hand again and tugging her towards the fashion district.

After a few minutes, she leads you into Columbus Street, the main road in the center of Little Italy. “We have to get some fruit,” she smiles, leading you into the weekly farmer’s market.

Every Saturday, the small street is closed down, and stalls are set up on each side of the road selling things from local honey to fresh produce.

Suzy smiles as she guides you through the crowd and to a small stand with an array of fruit baskets. “What should we get?” She looks through each basket, occasionally picking up a tempting-looking fruit and rotating it in her hand.

“I don’t even know what’s in season right now?” you laugh and step back a little so she can freely find whatever she wants to eat.

“How much for a box of strawberries, miss?”

“₩5000.”

Suzy nods her head and picks up a promising-looking box. She turns the box and looks at the strawberries on the bottom before taking five dollars from her purse. “I’ll just take this one, please.”

“Of course,” the old lady smiles and takes the bill. “Does your boyfriend want anything?”

“Him?” Suzy smiles before turning back and grabbing your hand. “Do you want anything, babe~?” She stifles a laugh as she watches your cheeks flush a bright red.

“N-no, thank you,” you stammer and lead Suzy away from the stall. Once you’ve made it far enough away, you turn towards her. “What was that, Suj?”

“What do you mean, babe?” She smiles deviously and runs her hand down your cheek before grabbing onto the back of your neck. Her hand forces you just close enough that you can feel her warm breath brush against your lips. “Look at how flustered you are,” she breathes.

The beat of your heart becomes painfully evident as it quickens inside your chest. Your hand wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. Her small frame presses against you, and her left hand rests on your chest, maintaining some small distance between you.

“You’ve changed.”

“I realized that it’s better to take chances before they slip away.” Your hand presses on her back to push her closer.

Her hand on your chest forces you back, and her finger comes to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere, so let’s do this another time, okay?” She runs her hands through your hair before grabbing back onto your hand. “For now. Let’s go have breakfast. I’m hungry.”

“Y-yeah. Let’s go eat.” You force back the sinful thoughts and follow after her.

Once you round the final corner, you spot a motorcycle officer standing beside a car, notepad in hand, as he marks down a ticket. The realization soon dawns on you, and you stop in your tracks. “It’s okay. We parked in a free parking spot.” Suzy’s finger runs over the back of your hand. “Worst case scenario. I’ll just pay for it.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

She nods and continues walking down the street before stopping outside a watch boutique.

It looks the same as before. The open plaque still hangs right on the door, a few beautiful watches are still displayed outside the window, and a familiar old man sits behind the counter with a magnifying glass over one eye as he skillfully opens up the case of a watch. (His shirt pocket is creased from holding a box of cigarettes inside it for so long, but now only holds a beautiful black pen and his glasses.)

She stands outside silently and continues looking through the window. A quiet whimper leaves her throat before she covers her face with her hand, and a small tear runs down her cheek.

“Hey. Hey. What’s the matter?” you wrap your arms around her and gently lean her head on your shoulder. “Don’t cry. You’re back home now.” Your hand pats her back as your shoulder becomes wet from her tears. She slowly pulls away after a few minutes, and you run your hand down your cheek. “Ready to go in yet?”

She weakly nods but lets you step through the door first.

“How can I he— Goddamn it, you bastard, you actually came!” Michael smiles and sets down the watch. “Come here!” He rounds the counter before stopping in his tracks as Suzy steps in beside you. His eyes widen, and he quickly runs his hands down his face in disbelief. “Suj?” He speeds past you and pulls her into an embrace before softly crying against her shoulder.

“Hey, Michael.” Her voice is soft, and after a few sobs, she breaks into tears on his shoulder.

You’re left standing there, watching both of them as they whisper in each other’s ear and cry. It feels nice to be able to see both of them together again, almost as if this moment is just a dream, and you can’t help but pinch yourself to make sure this is real. After another minute, you decide to step away and give them their moment.

You step behind the counter and admire the watch that Michael was working on, its beautiful movement held together by the small pins and screws that were carefully sorted to the side of the velvet tray.

After a few moments of staring at the timepiece, you walk further down the counter and open the door to his office. Inside, you find a comfy leather chair behind a small office desk. On the desk is an empty cigarette tray and a pair of photos, one of his late wife and the other a trip from the week before Suzy left.

You spend a short amount of time staring at the photo before the sound of movement outside turns your attention away. After setting the photo back down, you step back out to find them getting ready to eat, a plastic bag laid over a glass case to avoid any accidental stains.

“There you are!” Suzy smiles and pulls the stool beside her closer before opening another pastrami sandwich. “Hurry up already! I’m hungry.”

“I’m coming,” you say and sit down beside her. The moment your hand wraps around the sandwich, she takes a messy bite causing Michael and you to make eye contact across the table.

“Some things never change, I guess,” he shrugs and takes a small bite.

“You expected her to change?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “No. She’s still the same as ever.” You can feel his eyes on you before he looks over towards her, and you quickly pass her a napkin.

“Thank you,” she manages out between bites as she quickly dabs the corners of her mouth.

“You still eat like a five-year-old.”

“And?” She finishes her bite and swallows before articulating the rest of her point. “Eating pastrami is meant to be messy. You don’t eat pastrami with a knife and fork.”

“Yes, but…” Your napkin dabs her chin as a little juice comes down from the corner of her mouth. “You can eat pastrami and not look like a child.”

Just as she's about to take another bite, you say, “Let me get the sauce on your lips.” You move towards her and dab the corners of her mouth, getting rid of the small drops of sauce stuck to her lips. Suddenly as you're getting a small crumb on her lip, you feel her breathing slow and cheeks warm. “Suj, are you ok–” You glance up and unintentionally meet her gaze.

Her warm breath brushes against your lips, and she takes a deep breath before swallowing the lump in her throat.

Suddenly, Michael clears his throat, and both of you turn to look at him. “And here I was thinking you were coming to visit me.” He shakes his head before taking a bite.

“Sorry,” you say, slowly moving away from Suzy.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Young love and all that jazz.” His voice is mocking, and he does a slight pizazz motion with his hand to bring home the point.

“We get it, Michael,” Suzy laughs, eyeing you for a moment as you take another bite before finishing half her sandwich. “Well?” She dabs the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “How’s business been, Michael? Looks like you've been doing better?” Her eyes glance around the shop; a lot of the displays are only half full and a few completely empty.

“It's gotten better lately.” His eyes follow her gaze. “There's been a lot of new jobs lately, and a lot of new customers come to buy a new watch.” He stares at the watch on his wrist. “So yeah. I’m a certified dealer for most of the manufacturers now.”

Suzy nods her head, setting aside the other half of the sandwich. “How's Mary? Where's she going to school?”

“Mary?” He grabs a photo from behind him and shows it to both of you. “Mary’s in her last year at Dartmouth. Probably gonna try and get an internship in New York since she still wants to work in finance.”

“That's fantastic!” Suzy digs through her purse before producing a business card. “Have her call me when she's done. I can set her up with an internship.”

“Thank you, Suzy.”

“Anything for a friend.” She smiles to herself before looking at his shirt pocket. “No cigarette box?”

Michael looks down and takes out the pen. “I stopped smoking a few months ago.” He stares at you and chuckles. “An old friend came to visit and gave me a friendly reminder.”

You can’t help but smile when you think about your last visit with Michael. Suddenly you feel an elbow to your side and look to your right to find Suzy glaring at you. “What!” she mouths.

Goddamn it.

“Don’t get mad at him, Suzy.” He gives both of you a kind smile. “I’m sure he was just as heartbroken by you leaving as I was.” There’s a faint sadness in his voice as if he still hasn’t fully recovered from those five years. His hand reaches over the table, and he grabs her hand, running his finger along the back. “We’re just glad you’re back, now.”

“Yeah….” A soft sigh leaves her lips.

“You still wear it?” Michael turns Suzy’s wrist so that the face of her watch shines under the light.

“I guess we just happened to wear a matching set today.” You laugh and look at Suzy, a slight blush rising on her face when your eyes meet.

There’s a knock outside the door, and you spot a recognizable face—someone from a magazine or something you’ve seen before. “We should probably go. You’ve got a customer,” Suzy says, grabbing the plastic bag.

“Wait! It’s been five years, right? Leave your watches here. They need to be serviced to run correctly.” There’s a smirk on his face as he slides both of you a velvet tray to place your watches on top of.

You chuckle and unclasp your watch, placing it on the tray.

“It’s good to know that you’re still as clever as ever, Michael,” Suzy sighs and places her watch beside yours. “We’ll see you next week then.”

“Mm, I’ll see you next week. Bring Cubanos next time.”

“Of course, Michael,” you say as you open the door to leave. “We’ll see you next week.”

“See you next week!” Suzy yells before she runs back into the shop and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

You laugh, watching both of them hug each other again, neither wanting to let go. “Hurry up, Suj! This poor man is waiting to get a watch!”

“I’m coming. Stop rushing me!” She eventually pries herself away from Michael and runs out the door. “Let’s go.” Her fingers lace with yours, and she looks up at you with a bright smile on her face.

Your heart skips a beat, and you cover the crimson blush on your face. “Y-yeah. We can head back now.” You grab tightly onto her hand and politely nod to the customer waiting outside before following after her.

The midday sun feels pleasant, with light dotting clouds on the beautiful blue sky. It was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. The same could be said about the company beside you.

Her lilac perfume scents the air around you as you walk back through the empty streets. Her hand lightly grasps yours, occasionally pulling you closer whenever she nuzzles against your shoulder.

A perfect fairy tale ending. She was— is everything you’ve ever dreamed about. Your first love. The person who left a hole in your heart that only she could fill.

If only this moment could last forever. Just as you reach your car, your phone comes alive, and you’re forced to take an urgent call from So Hee. “Hey, So Hee. What’s up?”

Suzy lets go of your hand but remains beside you, a concerned look on her face. “Is something wrong?” she mouths.

You shake your head and smile before grabbing a strand of her hair and bringing it up to your nose. ‘It’s nothing.”

“Boss? Did you hear me?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, So Hee. Could you say that again?”

There’s an audible sigh on the other side of the line. “Professor Lee has just approved Sana’s request for more funding. She needs you here, so you can sign off on the spending.”

“Yeah. I’ll be right there. Thanks, So Hee.” You turn off the line and sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose.

“Is everything alright?” Suzy grabs your hand, running her fingers along the back.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. I’m sorry, but we’re probably gonna have to head back to the office.” You look at her apologetically, expecting a frustrated or disappointed expression on her face.

Instead, she simply runs her hand down your face and smiles. “It’s okay. I had fun today, and I’ve been meaning to get all my things set up in the office anyways.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t look so depressed.” She pinches your cheek. “Worst comes to worst. We can do something fun in the office.”

The only response you can manage is a weak sigh before getting into the car.

—-

The pile of paperwork was finally done. Sana’s request for new blankets and books for her ward was approved, So Hee’s schedule changes have been signed off for the next month. All that was left was ensuring that Suzy had finished moving into her office.

You step from your office to a dark room, save for the singular light from across the hall. A dim yellow glow from a desk light that Suzy has on while working on her laptop. Her glasses fall slightly past the bridge of her nose, and you can see the reflection off the lenses. There’s a slight pout on her lips as she works, occasionally taking a sip of the half-full matcha latte beside her. Her eyes, however, remain intently locked on the screen as she types away at what you could only assume to be the investment spread for the hospital in the next year.

A few knocks on her door draw her attention away from the screen.

There's a short moment just before your eyes meet where a nervous breath leaves your lips. Your heart races, and you nervously swallow a lump in your throat.

Her eyes meet yours, and a slight smile appears on her face as she practically leaps out of her chair to open the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“Me?” She glances at the mess of papers on her desk, various spreadsheets of profit margins, and potentially high-risk investments. “Just figuring out the spread I wanted for the portfolio.”

“You should probably head home. It's getting late already.” You lean on the desk and watch her simulation calculate the best investment spread. Your hand rests on the top of the laptop, and once the simulation reaches a quarter of completion, you shake your head and close the laptop.

“Yah!”

“You can do this tomorrow. It's getting late.” You look around the office. “We’re the only ones left.”

Her expression shifts, and a seductive glint appears in her eyes. “Really~?” She climbs onto the desk beside you and moves her hand onto your chest, sliding up until it reaches your loosened tie. “You’re telling me that….” Her fingers tighten the knot around your neck. “We’re the only ones left?”

“Suj….” Your hand grabs onto her wrist. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Her finger slides down the knot of the tie. “And why not?” She glances around the dark room before gently placing her hand on your thigh. “We’re all by ourselves anyways.” Her fingers then move up to your jaw, pulling it closer to her. “You don’t even know what I want to do yet, dummy.”

“I have some clue,” you breathe, her warm hand on your thigh driving your mind haywire as you’re entranced by those familiar yet entirely unfamiliar brown eyes.

“Do you?” She grabs the end of your tie and pulls you closer till her lips almost touch yours. “Are you so sure now?”

“Suj…” Her warm breath brushing against your lips drives you insane, and your eyes look down to her flushed cheeks and red lips. Those beautiful lips, plush, almost pouty, with a light tint of red. They just look so– you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your hand touches her lower back, and you pull her towards you, a small yelp leaving her throat.

You feel her hands touch your chest before her lips crash against yours. Her lips are soft. Undeniably so, you could taste a hint of the matcha latte she was drinking just a few moments ago. The smell of her lilac perfume becomes indescribably distinct as her hair brushes against the side of your face. Warm breaths tickle your upper lip before her lips slowly part, and you can feel her hand grab a handful of your white shirt, tugging herself closer.

Her tongue touches yours for a moment before she pushes herself away, face flushed a bright red. “We should’ve done this sooner,” she breaths while her hand begins to work away at your tie. Her fingers fumble with the knot, trying to pull it apart before she takes a deep breath as your lips touch the side of her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Your teeth run along her skin, and a slight smile creeps onto your face as you watch her lean back, softly breathing.

It was an ethereal sight, her face flushed as gentle breaths left her lips, the beautiful white skin of her neck unmarred, perfect. A gentle breath becomes a soft gasp when she feels your teeth bite down on her bare skin.

Her grip on your shirt suddenly tightens, and you can feel her hands on your chest before she pushes you away. “I have to go to work tomorrow,” she laughs, her voice caught between laughter and a soft moan.

“We can just take the day off tomorrow.” You quickly force yourself back, enjoying her breathy moan when you start kissing by her throat.

“Goddamn it,” she hums, another ragged breath escaping her mouth. “Don't.”

A sigh. “Fine.” Your lips kiss her jawline and feel her writhe in your arms as you move down to her collarbone, barely exposed through the top of her shirt.

“You’re such a fiend,” she laughs, her hands making their way to your collar and loosening your tie. A few deft moments of her fingers unbuttons half your shirt before she pushes you away from her. “You can stop nibbling away at my neck.”

“And why—” Your hand on her waist tugs her closer. “would I want to do that?”

“Because….” She meets your gaze, biting her lip. “Maybe.” Her finger gently touches your cheek, making sure that you’re still staring at her eyes before slowly tracing down, pushing aside the two open halves of your shirt. “I want to do something else.”

You can feel the beat of your heart as her hand slides over your chest, occasionally letting her nails run along the skin, adding a strangle tingling sensation that drives you mad.

“You’ve been working out, it seems,” she says with a wry smile. Her fingers unbutton the last few buttons above your abdomen before hooking onto the top of your hands.

“Suj….”

“Suj~.” She mimics your voice with a smile and presses her hand on your abs as she leans closer. The seductive glint still hasn’t left her eyes, and she keeps one hand on your chest to keep you from moving forward. “I love it when you say my name like that,” she smiles, her warm breath tickling your lips before her lips crash against yours.

Initially, you only feel the warmth emanating from her flushed cheeks and the softness of her beautiful lips before she grabs onto your tie, pulling you forward. Your length strains in your pants as she pulls on your tie like a leash, forcing you deeper into the kiss while her hand slowly runs down your thigh. The feeling between your legs is excruciating, painful, and you shift underneath her, trying to get some stimulation before the taste of blood seeps into your kiss. “Focus on me, dummy.”

She pulls away from the kiss and bites down on the end of your tie, using her hand to shimmy it out of your collar and then tighten it around your neck. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” Her hand on your thigh traces around your hardened length. “You’ve always wanted to be mine. Haven’t you.” You open your mouth to answer, only to feel a harsh tug around your neck as she wraps the tie around her fingers. “Don’t kill the mood by saying something stupid. Just nod.”

A soft breath leaves your lips, and you give her a weak nod, watching a cruel smile form on her face soon after. “Good. Now kiss me again.” She doesn’t give you much of a choice, yanking on the tie again until your lips are forced against hers.

The kiss is possessive. Suzy controls you with her makeshift leash, and her teeth touch your lips every few moments, a cruel reminder of what will happen if your focus shifts elsewhere.

While she kisses you, her hand on your thigh begins undoing the button of your pants. Her lips never leave yours as she tugs off the black slacks and tosses them somewhere behind her. Your shirt follows after it, leaving you in a pair of black boxers and a black tie.

The room's cool air makes the hair on your legs stand up, and you can feel your length stand up on its own, her hand tantalizingly close to it. “You’re so needy.”

She lets go of your tie and hooks both hands onto your boxers, tugging them off your legs before moving back and admiring her work. “You look perfect.” Her finger runs over your lip, getting a tiny bit of blood which she takes a taste of, while her other hand rubs lazy circles on your thigh.

“Enough of this.” Her hand wraps around your length, and you take a deep breath as her cool fingers constrict around your need. “I’ve been wanting this for too long,” she says, reaching down and letting her slick panties fall down to the floor before climbing back on top of you.

Her lithe frame sits on your lap as she grabs back onto your tie and stares into your eyes. Entranced. The only way to describe how you feel. Everything feels numb as you gaze into those beautiful brown orbs; not even the feeling of the tie constricting around your throat could get you to look away from them.

“Ah fuck.” She pulls again, her lips right next to your ear as she softly moans. “You feel amazing.”

Your mouth opens to say something, but another harsh tug from her silences you. Her finger presses against your lips, and she seductively meets your eyes, a silent moan leaving her lips.

You let her finger rest on your lips for a few moments before quickly taking it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them while you admire the shocked expression that quickly shifts to seductive approval as she runs her hand down your cheek. “You’re such a fiend,” she chuckles, letting her finger slip out of your mouth with a pop as your lips start feathering kisses against her neck.

You kiss her neck with a slight smile, enjoying the softness of her skin while your hardened length presses against her abdomen. Her skin is like the softest velvet against your lips, and her warm breath brushes tickles your ear.

Your hand slips underneath her dress, pushing it off her shoulder. “What are yo–” She breathes a slight laugh as you begin kissing her shoulder, worshiping the gentle curve of her collarbone and the soft skin of her arm.

“Stop.”

Her stern voice forces a pause as you’re pushed away from her shoulder with a firm hand on your chest.

“We shouldn't be doing this….” Suzy’s eyes are downcast, but her hand grasps firmly onto your shirt. “It's our first time seeing each other in years, and we’re just fuc–”

“You don't want to?” Your finger traces down her jaw before pressing it upward, so she gazes into your eyes. “It's perfectly natural, Suj. We’re both adul–”

“Not like this.” Her hand grazes down your cheek lovingly. “This just feels too much like a fling…. Right?”

You nod slowly.

“Wait for me, so I can be with you.”

Note: Hope you all enjoyed this one. It took me a while to write it, but I would say that I'm pretty happy with it. Thank you to my editing team, @kaedewrites for reading the smut, @fillinforlater, and @v1ntrix for reading the entire fic. All of you are amazing. Nonetheless, thank you for your time reader. Hopefully, I'll see you all soon. Love, Unsure.

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meggs-benedict · 2 years

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I desperately wanted Latte and Raspberry to be in odyssey, the disappointment man /hj

Anyway, Clotted’s leaving for work 🥺 Latte won’t hear from him for a very long time..

Also shitpost doodle 👇

#clotted cream cookie #latte cookie #clotted cream x latte #financier cookie #raspberry cookie #financier x rapberry #espresso cookie #madeleine cookie #espresseleine #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #cookie odyssey #meggieart

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ereardon · 2 years

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Come Back [Chapter 7][Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC]

Summary: Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC [Nurse Maggie Brooms]

WC: 2.5K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, fighting, miscarriage

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You knew it was bad when Bradley said no to a second cup of coffee.

It was a small thing, but so out of character. Bradley loved coffee. You could have sworn that sometimes the smell hung off of him like he bathed using coffee-flavored soap.

“You sure you don’t want another?” you asked, grabbing his empty to-go cup and standing. “I’m getting another latte, happy to get you something.”

He shook his head and sighed, bending over the heap of books he had spread out across the booth you two were occupying at the coffee shop.

When you returned, hot coffee in hand, you slid into the seat and frowned at him across the table. “What’s with you? I’ve never, in two years, seen you decline more coffee.”

Bradley looked up, leaning on one elbow. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well then it’s obviously something important that you’re just going to pretend doesn’t exist until it explodes in your face.”

He twisted his mouth into a frown but didn’t argue. He knew you were right. “I don’t know if I can afford to come back next year,” he said finally. Your eyes widened like he knew they would. “Everything is just so much more expensive than I had thought, and the financial aid office called this morning. There’s nothing they can do.”

You shook your head. “That’s bullshit. Of course there’s something they can do. They don’t need any more money. There’s a million trust fund babies walking around campus paying full tuition. They can afford to give you a scholarship.”

“Let me worry about it, OK?” he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his. “I’ll figure it out, I promise.”

You watched in silence as he went back to pouring over his textbooks. When he wanted to be, he was a genuinely hard worker. He cared about doing well, which was more than you could say for a lot of other people at the school. And he didn’t have a fallback the way so many others on campus did.

Later that night, you took a deep breath and grabbed your phone, dialing the all too familiar number.

***

Bradley stared at you, his mouth open. The two of you were frozen in place, like figurines in a snow globe. His hands were hot on your sweater-clad arms, his face only a foot from yours where he loomed over you.

“What did you just say?” he whispered, breathless.

You shrugged out of his grip and he let you. Taking a few steps back, until you were pressed up against the far wall, you raised your eyes to his. “I was pregnant when you left, Bradley.”

He shook his head. “What? How? When?” The words came out in a sputter. He looked on the verge of a complete meltdown.

Stepping forward, you grabbed his hand and guided him to the couch. He had the pale sheen of someone who could pass out at any moment, and you wanted to make sure if that happened he didn’t have far to fall. “Put your head between your knees and take a deep breath,” you ordered.

Bradley was clammy and when he wouldn’t move you reached out and gently pushed his head between his legs, heard him suck in a deep breath. After ten or so seconds you loosened your grip on his sweaty neck and he straightened up.

“Better?”

He nodded. You scooted back against the side of the couch, claiming some distance.

You hadn’t expected to tell him. What was the point, after all these years?

Was it just to hurt him?

Or did a part of you believe he deserved to know?

“What happened?” Bradley asked. Suddenly, a wave washed over him and you saw the wheels churning a million miles per hour in his head. “Wait, am I a dad?” It came out in a whisper.

There was a tinge of hope in his words. It broke your heart to shake your head and shatter that illusion for him. “No, you’re not.”

“Mags,” he said quietly, leaning forward and taking your hands in his. You let him. “Baby what happened?”

Closing your eyes momentarily, you took a deep breath. “You never asked why I became a nurse.”

He squinted. “What?”

“Nursing. It was never on my radar at UVA. I got a biology degree, sure, but I had no concrete plans on how I’d use it.” You cocked your head to one side. “You never asked me why I chose nursing as a profession.”

“OK?” Bradley said softly, playing along. “Why did you become a nurse?”

“It was the day after graduation,” you said quietly. You had never told anyone this story. “I was back at my apartment, packing things up to go back to Richmond. My parents had already left. It was late, I was taping one last box when I started to feel really sick. Something was wrong. I could just tell, but I didn’t know what it was and I didn’t know that I was pregnant at the time.”

Bradley’s eyes were locked onto yours. You had gone over it in your head before, how you would tell him. If you ever had the guts to do it. But in the scenarios in your head, you had never been able to properly picture Bradley’s face.

It was so much more devastating than you had expected it would be.

“One minute I was packing and the next minute I woke up on the floor. I must have passed out from the pain. I didn’t know what to do or who to call. My parents were gone. Everyone else had already left.”

“I was there,” Bradley interrupted softly. “I didn’t leave for a week because I had to help clean out the house.” There was so much remorse twisted into his words.

You shook your head. “You weren’t an option, Bradley.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, fingers digging into the couch.

“When I woke up, I dragged myself out to the car and drove to the hospital. And when I got there, they admitted me to the ER immediately.”

You paused and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Bradley hung on your every word, his eyes traversing your face as he waited.

“I had an ectopic pregnancy and it ruptured.”

Bradley’s face was pale, but blank. “What, what does that mean?” he asked quietly.

“Ectopic is when the fetus starts developing outside of the uterus. It could be in the ovaries or the fallopian tubes or even the cervix. Mine was in my right fallopian tube.”

“Jesus Christ, Maggie,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“I had the surgery to repair the tube and remove the fetus. It went fine,” you added softly. “And when I came out, they put me in a recovery room for a day. That’s where I met Joan.”

“Who is Joan?”

“She was my nurse,” you said and you watched as the pieces clicked together in Bradley’s mind. “She was there for me when no one else was. With more compassion and grace and genuine care than I’d ever known in my entire life. She was more of a mother figure for that one day than my mother has been in thirty years. She’s the reason I went to nursing school. She’s the reason I am who I am today.”

You stopped and looked up at Bradley. He was slightly less pale, but his eyes never left yours. He was so focused on you and your story you were positive that if a car drove through the front windows of the house at that very moment it would take him at least fifteen seconds to react.

“I’m not telling you to make you feel bad for me,” you said after a moment. “It’s probably time you knew.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Bradley murmured. “Except that I'm so sorry you had to do that alone.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had Joan.”

“Maggie,” he said and his voice brought back a flood of memories. Bradley’s hands gripping you tightly as you sat on his shoulders during a football game against Carolina. The velvety tone of his voice whispering in your ear in the morning as you were waking up, Bradley already slipping out of bed for class. The way you felt watching him smile at you from across the cab of the Bronco as you whipped down the road late at night, just driving until you felt like all other responsibilities had melted away.

Bradley, for all of his flaws, had known almost every side of you. He had learned to read you like an open book exam.

And now he knew the one secret you had promised yourself you would keep until your grave. After everything, you had given him the final puzzle piece. Bradley Bradshaw knew you better than anyone in the world. He just didn’t realize it.

“I wish you would have told me,” he said softly. “I wish I would have known. I would have been there, Maggie, no matter what had happened with us. Fuck, I am never going to forgive myself for not being there for you.”

It was the most genuine thing he had ever said to you.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” The anguish in his voice made you want to curl up and hide.

“You walked out of my life, Bradley,” you said, standing up. “You made your choice and forced me to live with it. Why would I go back to the man who broke my heart to tell him I lost the baby we were never supposed to have?”

There were tears in his eyes and he pushed them aside with his palms. “I ruined everything, didn’t I? Our whole lives. I threw everything away.”

“It wouldn’t have worked,” you said finally. “We were so young and so naive.” “We loved each other.”

“That’s not enough, Bradley,” you said, whipping around to face him. “Even now that’s not enough. Real life means being there for the other person when you don’t want to. It means putting someone else ahead of yourself every single day because you promised you would. It means showing up when you say you will. It’s about sacrifice and honesty.”

“I can do that,” he said, standing up and crossing the room, grabbing your hands in his. “I can be that guy for you now, Maggie. If you’ll let me. Fuck, I missed so much. I missed everything. Don’t make me lose out on another eight years with you.”

“I don’t owe you my time, Bradley,” you whispered and the impact of your words struck him like a slap. “How the fuck do you expect me to just throw myself back into your life. Trust my future to a man who left me for a woman who’s name I'm sure he doesn’t even remember. You were not the guy I needed you to be.”

“I know it’s a cop out to say, but I’m different. I’ve changed, Mags. I want you. I have always wanted you but I was fucking stupid. Not that I’m not stupid now because I am.” You hated that despite the tears that made you laugh. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. “But I’m also stupidly in love with the perfect woman standing in front of me. Just begging her to give me one more chance. One last shot. To believe in me. Even if I don’t deserve it.”

“Bradley,” you whispered quietly. “I always believed in you.”

He shook his head. “Back then you had no reason to.”

You put two fingers under his chin. “Who do you think the Shell Foundation was, sweetheart?”

There was a moment of thought before realization dawned over Bradley’s eyes. “Wait, that was you?” You nodded, biting your lip. “How?” he asked.

“I asked my dad to liquidate my trust early,” you whispered. “You finishing school was more important than money in the bank.”

“But, the financial aid office said it was a California-based scholarship fund for out-of-state students.”

You shrugged. “They said what I asked them to say. They didn’t care, as long as the bill was getting paid.”

“Maggie,” his voice came out in a whisper. “Why on Earth did you do that for me?”

“I loved you, Bradley,” you said, cupping one of his cheeks with your hand. “I saw my future in you. I would have done anything for you.”

Tears started to slip out of his eyes and you pulled him into a hug without thinking. His large, warm hands drew you in closer, tightening on your back. It was overwhelming and it was comforting and everything flew out the window when Bradley was holding you. As you held him. You weren’t sure who needed it more or where he started or where you ended.

You weren’t sure how long you two stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms. Time with Bradley always managed to slip by in the blink of an eye.

When you finally pulled away, Bradley clung to you. You reached up both hands and settled them on his cheeks. “Sweetheart.”

He shook his head but you kept your fingers tight against him. “Don’t say it, Mags,” he whispered. “Please, I’m begging you.”

“Bradley, honey,” you murmured. You pressed your forehead to his, squeezing your eyes shut. And then softly, you pulled back and let your lips ghost over his. Bradley pulled you in tight, pushing against you immediately, one hand on the back of your head cradling you. After a few moments, you pulled away. It took everything you had to step out of his embrace and face him.

“Why did you do that?” he asked gingerly.

“I had to know it was real once. Everything we had.”

Bradley gazed down at you.

“I have to go,” you whispered.

“Maggie, no,” he begged, stepping forward and you held out a hand to stop him.

“Please don’t make this harder than it is.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, a look of desperation locked onto his features. “Maggie, life without you is the hardest thing there is. I’ve done it for the last eight years. I don’t want to have to do it for another eight or ten or twenty or however long it takes you to realize that I am holding out hope that you’ll come back to me. Because I know you will.”

“What makes you think that?”

Bradley reached out and brushed his fingers against your cheek and neck. “You’re my dream girl, Maggie Brooms. I go to bed and I think of you. I wake up and I think of you. And I lost you once. I will do everything in my power not to make the same mistake twice.”

You sucked in a deep breath. Bradley caught your eyes. There was hope in his.

What would it take to trust him again?

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