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Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking.

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense. But this doesn’t make sense…

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five.

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again.

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair.

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him.

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday.

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure.

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone.

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him.

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue.

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand. “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say.

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator.

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb.

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another.

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit.

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly.

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his.

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom.

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room.

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling.

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine.

This is gonna be a long night.

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’.

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago.

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you.

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune.

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling.

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh.

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head.

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless.

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place.

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you.

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor.

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin.

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms.

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close.

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features.

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace.

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face.

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face.

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out.

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod.

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer.

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away.

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling.

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come.

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb.

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed.

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together.

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot.

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly.

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs.

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf.

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone.

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons.

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure.

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt.

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you.

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently.

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple.

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip.

He laughs softly.

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink.

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat.

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release.

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally.

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster.

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry.

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out.

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes.

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding.

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly.

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes.

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate.

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head.

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently.

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you.

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes.

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly.

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head.

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding.

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself.

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you.

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now.

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm.

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently.

After a short while, he looks up at you.

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself.

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly.

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail.

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door.

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer.

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open.

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him.

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

#adamdriverwriter #adam driver #adam driver character #adam driver smut #adam driver fluff #maurizio gucci #maurizio gucci smut #maurizio gucci fluff #maurizio gucci x reader #maurizio gucci x you #maurizio gucci x reader smut #maurizio gucci x reader fluff #tw: infidelity #house of gucci

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mothdalf · 4 years

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DAY TWO: Findis and Írimë Lalwen

@finweanladiesweek

So this mainly focuses on the relationship between Findis and Fëanor rather than Lalwen but I’ll get to her later in the week.

Pics in order are:

Fëanor and baby Findis, Findis finally snapping at Fëanor, Findis and Lalwendë, and Findis gathering herbs for Estë in the Gardens of Lorien.

I’ve put todays rant under the cut but I’d recommend reading it because it really gives the pictures context.

As mentioned in my previous post Fëanáro is like the equivalent of a pre teen (like 10-12) when Finwë marries Indis, and he elects to travel for his studies rather than living with them full time.

He is a young teen when he gets a letter to tell him that he’s going to be a brother, and to say that he takes it badly is putting it mildly. He’s crushed. He’s been angry that his father is (at least in his mind) trying to replace his mother, but now he’s going to replace him? So he doesn’t send a letter back and throws himself into every distraction because he’s going to make damn sure that he’s better than anyone his father tries to replace him with.

Finwë turns up and half begs half drags him home in time to meet his sister the baby. He doesn’t want to and turns up to the nursery (not his old one) in his traveling clothes before being promptly turned around and told to put on something clean at least.

He plans to give a quick glance into the crib (also not his) and a curt “congratulations” before returning to his room to sulk. But it doesn’t pan out like that.

Because his new sister is perfect. Not that Fëanor has been around many children but he’s sure that she must be the most perfect one ever.

Later he will try and rationalise this to himself by pointing out that she’s so different to him that she could never be a replacement. For one, she’s a girl, he’s still his fathers only son, but even aside from that; she has green eyes and golden hair and long Vanyar ears. Nothing like him. Not a substitute. There can be enough room for them both. That’s why he likes her.

Whatever the reason, she’s beautiful, every tiny detail from her fluffy golden hair to her grasping, miniature fingers. So what he says is more of a strangled “wow” after a long pause.

Indis asks if he would like to hold her and sees a beaming smile on Fëanor’s face that she never thought would be directed at her.

He hesitates at first because he realises he’s faced (for the first time in a long time) with something he doesn’t know how to do. But Indis points him to a chair and places Findis in his arms, hands gentle as she positions them.

He coos to her instinctively and she squirms and wiggles and blinks up at him. That’s the moment Fëanor decides he’s going to have kids of his own someday, as many as possible.

Indis is surprised when he breaks the silence and addresses her “well done,” he says without looking up “she’s wonderful, perfect”

The phrasing is a little strange but Indis understands; he’s complimenting her on craftsmanship, for all their differences he’ll always acknowledge that.

It’s quiet again until someone comes to call him away for supper. Fëanor kisses Findis’ head before passing her back and, almost shyly, asks if he can come back to see her later.

So Findis spends the first few years of her life with an adoring big brother. He sends her gifts from his travels, or things he’s made, and dotes on her when he’s home.

Everything is great for a while, so no one is worried when Finwë and Indis announce they’re expecting their second child, not even Fëanor. But things don’t work out that way.

This post isn’t about Fëanor and Fingolfin though.

Fëanor gets distant. His vitriol for Fingolfin doesn’t extend to Lalwen and Finarfin but neither does his soft spot for Findis.

For her part Findis struggles with the tension. When she’s older her parents explain the situation, her heart aches for her big brother. She loves all of her siblings and she hates the atmosphere so she spends most of the time playing peacekeeper. She thinks it’s ridiculous for someone older than her to have such a problem with a child, especially one she herself loves so much. It’s much better when Fëanor is away, but she misses him.

So like her mother in looks and temper, Findis is composed and calm and shoulders the burden of trying to keep them all happy.

Fëanáro is now a young adult and an apprentice under Mahtan, so he’s not around that much, but when he is the fights are always the same. This time however something he says clicks for Findis.

“So that’s it, the reason you hate him and like me? Because he’s a threat and I’m not? You only like me because you’re glad I wasn’t a boy! I wasn’t important enough to be a problem for you!”

Fëanor being Fëanor it devolves into a screaming match. It ends with Findis swearing to show him how much of a threat she can be. She’s going to be better than him at something one day, just you wait and see.

She tries for a long time to find that something. It’s never going to be any craft with her hands and they’re pretty evenly matched musically, so she tries politics, that should really make her a threat.

Findis reads everything she can from the library, asks her father 100 questions a day, attends councils and meetings. She learns a lot, planning to catch Fëanor out one day, call him out for something in front of the council, actually oppose him. Only that day doesn’t come. Fëanor hasn’t quite gotten to the point that we know he’ll eventually reach, so Findis can’t find anything to actually oppose him on at the moment. Frustrated, and getting more bored by the day, she draws back from politics.

Around this time Indis is planning a trip to visit the Gardens of Lorien (read, Miriel), and asks her eldest to come with her, lightly hinting that it will be good for her to get away.

It’s during this trip that Findis finds exactly what she wants to do. She sees how happy her mother is to be able to be close to Vaire again (see my last post about how Indis is a devotee of Vaire) and starts to seriously consider doing the same. Fëanor would never do that.

But when she sees the Maiar and Elven devotees of Lorien and Este, the (admittedly very few) tired or injured people finding rest and care and peace there, she knows in her heart that this is for her. Findis will be a healer.

She goes to Este immediately to apply to join her followers.

Este denies her. She has no more knowledge or experience of healing than the basic studies of her youth. Yes, the work they do here is usually routine and calm, but before devoting her eternal life to it, Findis should really try to think whether healing is for her. Can she handle injuries? Blood? Has she ever seen someone in pain? Really in pain? Not a younger sibling tripping and grazing their knee, but a hunter thrown by a spooked horse? A smith burned in the forge? Did she watch her mother give birth to her younger siblings? Did she hear the screams?

She hasn’t, Findis acknowledges, but she’s more than willing to learn.

She journeys home to Tirion without her mother to begin her studies. She starts at the bottom, back to reading books she can barely understand, stubbornly pestering the healers guild with letters until she can find a teacher. She attends lectures and eventually demonstrations with other students, usually far younger, in plain clothes, and most politely pretend that they don’t know who she is. She dissects animals and identifies what she sees. Bundles all of her scrolls and papers and books on politics into a cupboard and starts refilling her study with labelled diagrams, notes from lectures, samples of herbs.

The books start to make a lot more sense.

For some time each year she visits Estë again, just as a volunteer. She also visits Valimar and Alqualondë to learn from healers outside of the Noldor.

She starts to practice, assisting more experienced healers, in between lectures.

She joins a healer on a trip to the forest of Oromë; and returns with no fear of blood or broken bones, unbothered by a piercing arrow wound or the black bruises of a kick from Nahar.

There’s a drive in Findis now that was never there for politics, she’s all but forgotten that this started as a way to stand out against her brother. There’s a burning passion and a satisfaction to what she does. Her mother smiles and says that it’s the Noldor blood coming through.

Findis starts to come into her own with herb-lore and medicines. She commandeers an area of the palace gardens for medicinal plants. Writes report after report, learns to administer what and when and how. She’s almost settled on this as her focus when she is asked to assist her current supervisor with the birth of a baby.

She knows the theory. She’s recommended certain herbs and supplements to expecting mothers. She has vague memories of her younger siblings just after they were born. But this is different. This is her focus. So she switches track, asking questions of her tutors and colleagues. Requesting to assist with births wherever she can. She seeks female healers, midwives, and the input of her mother and her friends with children of their own. She makes notes and studies of their experiences.

Findis excels. Eventually becoming a healer in her own right. Only then does she approach Estë again. For something special this time. Yes, she appeals to join Estë’s devotees, but she wants to keep her focus on women, and pregnancy, and birth. She learns even more now, the Noldor passion propping her up as she learns that Vanyar ways of healing song from the Ainur.

Often, she visits the body of (Auntie) Miriel. She asks for stories of her fading from those in Lorien, seeks the insight of Estë, Irmo, and Nienna, and finally questions her parents. Piecing things together, she reaches out to other mothers- those who she attended at birth, her friends, those whose children she’s treated. She asks them about their experiences, asking them to be honest, to fear no judgement and feel no shame. Did they ever feel as Míriel did?

Some did, some didn’t. Either way she assures them that they are not alone. Over years she builds notes and papers and case studies as she works and follows her path in the Gardens of Lorien.

Findis becomes revered and respected for her work.

One day she gets a letter from her brother, he’s heard about her work, inspired by his mother. He asks if he could read it, so she invites him and Nerdanel to Lorien, so that he can read her papers. When they arrive it’s clear why he wants to do this now. Fëanor is afraid that his wife will share his mother’s fate at the birth of their first son.

Before they go home they get a lot of assurance, a list of recommendations, and signs to watch out for, all courtesy of Findis and her research. She promises to be there if they have any questions, and to assist in the birth personally.

Her brother embraces her for a long time before he leaves. He tells her how grateful he is for her help, how much more peacefully he will sleep now. Fëanor has never been happier that his sister out did him at something, and Findis has never felt less competitive. Healing, she thinks, is about always learning and getting better. Smithing, she supposes, is much the same.

#my art #tolkien #the silmarillion #noldor #yott more like yeet #Vanyar #Findis #Fëanor #siblings #listen I had no idea where this was going #but Findis is a magical obgyn #finweanladiesweek #house of finwe

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frywen-bumbles · 3 years

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The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch3

AO3

As much as Jaskier adores the fact Roach seems to warm up to him, there's one thing he can't stand.

<why>

Jaskier snaps a picture where all that's visible are glowing eyes in the dark, staring down at him and sends it.

<yeah, i'm with Essi, you're on your own>

<don't remind me I'm trying to sleep!!!>

<zzz>

The morning routine is something Jaskier has learned to both love and hate. His alarm rings at 8 like every morning and like possessed Roach jumps on top of him and screams.

"Mmmm yeah, I'm awake, Roach..." Jaskier mumbles and tries to sleep just one more minute. Roach is having none of it. She runs over him, to the door and screams bloody murder and jumps on top of him again.

"Please... Roach... just two... minutes..." Jaskier tries to bury his head under the blankets but Roach walks on top of him and screams again.

"Ugh... you're heavy... Okay, okay, I'm getting up. See Roach, I'm getting up..."

He walks downstairs to feed Roach who keeps screaming and thrilling until her bowl is full and walks back up to brush his teeth.

Roach doesn't take long until she demands to be let in the bathroom, scratching and meowing making her demands known.

"One of these mornings I will get to brush my teeth in peace," Jaskier sighs as Roach curls herself into the sink. This is not one of those mornings.

He checks his phone over morning coffee and is surprised to find a message from Fiona so early.

<Sure, swallow. What do you need?>

Fiona sends him a picture of her math assignment.

Jaskier looks at the math over and starts to explain it in detail. It's somehow endearing how much trust Fiona puts in him and he does not want to ruin it for her. Not that third-grade mathematics is hard, he suspects 'uncle L' just isn't that good at explaining things.

He can't help but venture to reread a different conversation entirely while he waits for Fiona to finish.

A picture of Cat Dad and Fiona. And actual texts after it.

<She's very fine! Quite vocal about what she wants but still lovely!>

And on another day:

Then another selfie with Cat Dad and Fiona, this time taken by Cat Dad. He is very bad at taking selfies, but somehow even that is endearing, despite the man looking like he's a member of a biker gang with the beard and all of the black leather. When he got the first picture, he hadn't even noticed. He had been too distracted by... other things. Jaskier really shouldn't feel this giddy just looking at a picture. Just rereading the texts. But he can't help himself.

The man is clearly crazy about his cat. And what's hotter than a person who loves their pets to the moon and back. Nothing, if you ask Jaskier.

<I'm glad you like the pictures! Like I told you, I'll send one or two every day!>

What Jaskier doesn't tell is feeding the cat cheese every single day to get her brushed. Little treats never hurt anyone.

Fiona sends him a picture of finished assignments.

Jaskier thinks he will melt. While being a tutor wasn't in his job description he doesn't really mind. To him, it's evident what Fiona wants most of all is company and support and he's happy to provide. The family she's staying with is trying their best, Jaskier is sure of it. But from what Jaskier gathers through Fiona's texts, they don't seem to have enough time to look through her school work as much as she wishes they would.

How can two people he's never even met manage to occupy most of he's thoughts?

***

Jaskier has barely put the first forkful of instant ramen in his mouth when he hears the door open.

"Geralt, it's me!"

Jaskier scrambles to meet whoever just walked through the locked door using their own key, what the fuck.

"H-hello...?" he manages to greet through a mouth full of food before he even sees who it is.

Jaskier is not one to be intimidated nor is he one to be at loss for words.

Somehow, the woman in front of him manages to do both. She's gorgeous, her raven hair falling in curls over her shoulders, violet eyes staring straight at him like he's a piece of cheap meat and suddenly Jaskier is keenly aware of wearing nothing but pants and an undershirt, his hair a ruffled mess, hands covered in ink, pencil and pen marks.

"You're one of those... trainees. Melitele forbid, what sort of trash does Geralt drag in here, why aren't you with the old wolf?"

Jaskier opens his mouth to answer but is immediately interrupted.

"No, don't answer that. Where is Geralt, I need to talk to him."

"I... um..." Jaskier gets the feeling this is a person who gets what she wants. She quirks an eyebrow at him expecting an answer and when none come she sighs, a dramatic gesture Jaskier is not sure he could perform better even if he tried.

"Where. Is. Geralt?" she asks like he's an idiot and Jaskier things at this moment he really is.

"He, um... is not here?" Jaskier tries his best. He does. But something about the woman, no matter how beautiful she is, radiates power, like she could crush him without even blinking an eye.

The woman eyes him, up and down and glances behind him to the kitchen. And smiles. It's a small amused quirk of her lips, one that makes Jaskier spin around immediately only to spot Roach sitting on top of his papers, meticulously dropping every single pen to the floor.

"Roach, no!"

Roach meows and jumps down from the table with a mrrrp. She trots to the woman and rubs herself against her legs before she jumps up to her scratching post to stare at them.

Jaskier kneels to collect his pens, muttering curses under his breath.

"You know Roach."

"Um, yeah?" Jaskier mutters as he crawls deeper under the table to reach the pens.

"Soooo, witchers, huh? Interesting topic of research."

Jaskier hits his head on the table.

"Yeah... yeah I. I know it's not the most conventional one but I do find it quite fascinating especially when you look at all of the historical songs..." Jaskier crawls from underneath the table and is met with the woman standing next to him and suddenly he's keenly aware of being in his underwear on his knees on the floor in front of one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen.

He blushes.

He's sure he's never blushed as much as he is right at this moment and he honestly wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"You're not one of the trainees," the woman says eyeing him, amusement still lingering on her lips.

"No, I'm not," Jaskier admits and tries to get to his feet in a somewhat dignified way. He fails and all of his pens scatter to the floor again. "Fuck..."

"And who are you then?"

"I'm the cat-sitter. Julian." Jaskier gives himself a mental slap. He is an adult person why does he introduce himself like a toddler? "Can I please go put my trousers on?" he pleads. Maybe clothed he'll have a chance to be on equal grounds with the woman.

"Sure."

A few minutes later he comes back down, fully clothed this time, to find the woman sitting by the table and reading his scribbles.

"Um, hello?" Jaskier greets the woman again. She looks up but does nothing to stand up to greet him in return. "Julian Pancratz, the cat-sitter." Jaskier extends his hand to her and she takes it.

"I'm Yen. Geralt is my-... we're... friends. Now, where has that grumpy bastard gone?" The woman - Yen answers and looks at him expecting an answer immediately.

"I honestly don't know, he only told me it's work-related. I've never even met him. I was recommended by a friend of his who is also a client of mine. He occasionally answers the texts I send him, maybe you could try to reach him by phone?"

"He answers your texts? What did you do, enchant him?" Yen sounds honestly baffled and it makes Jaskier feel bad. She obviously has some sort of history with the Cat Dad so the least he could do is answer her.

"He only answers every now and then. I don't think it was even his idea to reply."

Yen smiles, a true smile this time, not just an amused quirk of lips, "You're probably right." She picks up one of the papers again and taps it, "Ever met a real witcher?"

"No, I haven't. I've just always found the stories interesting... I have plans for real research for my doctoral thesis as soon as I manage to finish my master's degree, I just need to get around to figuring out... well pretty much everything outside of the basic structure. I already know all of the material by heart, it's just... just look at this, how can someone write something so vile about people who work to keep us safe from monsters? And this here..." Jaskier rummages through the piles of papers and pushes the ones he meant on Yen's hands, not waiting for her to answer. "And look, I even came up with this account of someone killing a witcher after he had finished a job for them, just the audacity of it all!" He glances up at Yen, suddenly keenly aware he is probably either boring her or making her uncomfortable with all of this talk about monsters and monster hunters. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bore you with this..." He reaches to take the papers from Yen's hands but she holds them out of his reach.

"No, you're not boring me at all. Please, tell me more about your current paper?"

Yen proves to be a far better company than Jaskier first thought. At the end of their discussion and a few cups of tea later, Yen turns the conversation back to him.

"Why do you live here? Wouldn't it be easier to write in your own place?"

"Oh, you know, roommates..." Jaskier mumbles, avoiding Yen's eyes. No way in hell is he going to tell a complete stranger he sleeps in his friends' sofas and in the musicology society's guild room at the uni when he can't find anyone to room him between jobs. His parents already think him a failure, no need to add a complete stranger to the mix.

"Hmm," Yen agrees and stands up. "I feel I have held you long enough. Good luck with your thesis. Here is my number, call me if you get into any trouble while you're staying here." Yen scribbles a phone number on the edge of one paper with a bright red pen she picks up from the floor.

"Um... what trouble?" Jaskier asks, suddenly wary. "I have only told one person the address like was the deal? I haven't told them anything else, I'm not in danger, right? This isn't some mob bosses hideout or something? I'm in trouble, aren't I? Melitele's tits, Essi will kill me..."

"Calm down, no trouble. Just... if anything comes up, like bills or something and you can't reach Geralt. He can be unreachable for days." Yen smiles at him, an uneasy smile, not quite reaching her eyes.

"Oh, okay, yeah, that's. That's good..." Jaskier feels so stupid. Not only has he managed to be half-naked while Yen walked in, but now he has also made a complete ass out of himself.

"Take care of Roach," Yen says as a goodbye and walks out of the door. Jaskier rushes to say goodbye but when he reaches the door, she's already gone.

Come night Jaskier is surprised how much he has managed to work on his thesis. Talking about it with someone made writing so much easier, even when most of the talk was him ranting about the unfair treatment of witchers which will never end up in the final paper.

He grabs something to eat before bed and spots Roach. She sits facing the front door, waiting for someone to walk through it.

It breaks Jaskier's heart.

Roach has done it every night, giving up only after Jaskier has gone to bed to crawl on the other side of the bed to stare at him.

Jaskier snaps a picture of Roach and sends it despite the late hour.

Jaskier doesn't expect an answer.

That. That is too cute. Jaskier can't handle it, he just can't.

"Roach, your owner is a big old sap and he wanted me to tell you he's sorry and he loves you, okay?" Jaskier tells her from a respectable distance away. Roach looks at him and meows pitifully.

"I know, girl. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him. Come on now, I'm going to bed, you can come and stare at me until I fall asleep."

#the witcher #the witcher fanfic #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #cirilla fiona elen riannon #Yennefer of Vengerberg #frywen writes

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 4 years

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Maybe Part 2

Summary: The Not Yet But Soon To Be Alpha Couple: Attached at the hip and running headfirst into danger.

TW/CW: Just basic Jurassic Park stuff, some swearing, that kind of thing. Plus more Owen Grady x Reader.

Word Count: 1,767

A/N: I got to thinking about how to do a part two for this last night and welllllll this came to mind so yeah. I hope you guys like it! Requests and Asks are always open!

Your POV

I’d watched Owen do this drill plenty of times but he wanted to try something different today. He’s currently standing out on the catwalk holding the Raptors’ attention, “Alright, (Y/n) come on out.” I slowly step forward out onto the catwalk. I make my way up behind him and keep my eyes on the girls below. Once I’ve joined him at the middle, we split, “Echo, Delta go with (Y/n).”

“Girls! Eyes on me,” they respond surprisingly well for me. I scoot my way over to the right side of the catwalk, “Delta, lock it up. Echo don’t pay any attention to them.”

Once I’ve successfully held their attention for several solid seconds, Owen commands from his spot on the opposite side of the catwalk, “Alright, feeding time.”

I reach down and grab a piece of jerky out of the bucket hanging from the railing before grabbing Delta’s attention, “Delta, this one is yours. Echo, you’ll get yours soon don’t pay attention to them.” Echo tears her attention away from Blue and Charlie and looks up at me with her head tilted as I grab another piece of jerky and tossing it her way.

“Eyes up!” I say waiting for Owen to do the same. Once he has, I yell, “Go!” and let the girls take off and he follows suit.

“It could’ve gone smoother but it definitely was a success in my book,” Owen says high fiving me as I join him and Barry at the steps.

“They recognize her as the Alpha Female, of course, they listen to her,” Barry says thoughtfully. I look at Owen with an eyebrow raised but catch a glimpse of Hoskins waddling up the steps out of the corner of my eye and roll my eyes as Owen hands me a towel to wipe my hands off on. Owen must’ve seen him too because I can feel him tense up beside me.

Hoskins approaches us, “That was great! It explains why they want you to train the new miniature T-Rexes.”

My jaw clenches involuntarily before I turn my back to Hoskins but remain at Owen’s side. “I’ve already told them I’m not going anywhere Hoskins,” I say as I watch the girls take notice of the new pest buzzing around their Alpha and his two best friends.

“Personally, I think you still need some training,” Hoskins challenges.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Hoskins?” Owen asks with anger evident in his tone.

“I mean, I wouldn’t trust her with new animals until she jumps in the cage with the ones she has,” Hoskins responds nonchalantly. Ever since I kicked his ass on my first day here, he’s put aside the suggestive comments and sexist jokes and picked up hatred instead. Owen says Hoskins just feels threatened by me, as he should.

I throw my towel at Hoskins’ face without even looking and make my way down the steps. “You better watch your back Hoskins or you’ll find yourself in the cage and it’ll be my decision if I jump in there to save you or not,” I say as I leave.

Moments later, Barry joins me at the gate to the Raptor cage as we get ready to do the girls’ checkup. “Pig lose!” someone yells as I watch a young kid try to grab the pig. As he falls, I don’t even think twice before hitting the button to open the gate I slide under the gate with Owen right behind me. We shut the outside gate and open the inner one. Once inside the cage, Owen yells at the guards to hold their fire before dragging the kid out of the cage and leaving him with Barry before returning to my side. He takes his half of the raptors and I take mine.

We hold them back but Owen soon yells, “Close the gate!” I shoot him a look of shock as I hear Barry ask if he’s crazy. Owen simply repeats his command and we turn our attention back to the girls. A few life-threatening moments later, Owen and I have rolled under the closing gate and are sat trying to catch our breath. Hoskins walks up with an idiotic grin on his face, “Maybe you are ready to train some mini Rexies.” I roll my eyes as Owen helps me up off the ground and we make our way to finish up today’s tasks.

Later That Day

From my seat on a bucket beside Owen, I watch Claire roll up in her nice little car. I hand him a wrench, “We got company.”

“What do they want now?” he mumbles as he gets up to wipe his hands off and meet Claire. I get up from my seat and pick up the now discarded wrench to finish what Owen was working on. As I finish and wipe my own hands off, Owen turns to me, “You busy?” I raise an eyebrow at him questioningly. He chuckles and points at me, “She comes too. I may be good with animal behavior but she’s good with engineering.”

Claire clenches her jaw, knowing she’s just mad because she never got a shot with Owen, I ask, “Where are we going?”

Claire doesn’t even answer me and instead looks at Owen, “You both might want to change your shirts, she is sensitive to smells.” I turn to head to the bungalow to find one of my t-shirts that I’ve kept at Owen’s for in case of emergency and mock Claire as I go.

After a change of clothes and a short car ride, we find ourselves pulling up to a new paddock. As we get out, Owen and Claire discuss the new dinosaur. I snicker at the name and catch a glare from Claire. “We needed something scary and easy to pronounce. You should hear a four-year-old try to pronounce Archaeornithomimus,” Claire says. I nearly bust out laughing at Owen’s response, “You should hear you try to say it.”

Moments later we are standing in the observation room. I silently listen to Claire and Owen discuss the new dinosaur and having already picked up on the behavioral issues of the enclosure that Owen points out to Claire, I scan it for engineering issues. Just as the thermal sensors begin alerting that they pick up nothing, my eyes catch on the enormous scratch marks on the concrete walls of the paddock. “Owen?” I say, grabbing his attention.

As Claire fiddles around with the electronic control pad, he joins me and ventures to ask, “Were those claw marks always there?” After seeing the marks for herself, Claire races off to the control room to track the Indominus. The paddock supervisor, Owen, and I make our way into the enclosure to look at the marks. However, moments later we’re racing as fast as possible to get out of there. I end up laying on Owen’s chest under a big truck. As the Indominus creeps closer, Owen cuts a gas line on the truck and lets it pour down over us.

Sometime later, I’m following a very pissed of Owen Grady into the control room. Almost immediately he launches into an argument with Claire. As I hear her yell something about not letting the island turn into a war zone, I lose it, “You already have Claire! Those men are dying. I don’t think you realize how smart this thing is!” Moments later, Owen is dragging me out of the control room after telling Masrani he better figure out what’s in that dinosaur. It’s good he did too or I would’ve ripped Claire to shreds.

As I stand watching the little kids run around the exhibit area and express their fascination in the lab, I hear Owen call me over. I join him as Claire looks at him hopefully, “Please, Owen, they’re my nephews.”

“Oh, so now you want our help?” I ask unbothered by the glare she shoots my way.

“No just Owen’s,” she says spitefully.

“Oh no, you don’t. She’s coming too. She can track better than I can,” Owen demands.

“Whatever can we please just go?” Claire says.

After a grueling day of running for our lives and fighting dinosaurs, the Indominous Rex has been defeated by the combined efforts of the T-Rex, Blue, and the Mosasaurus. Blue looks to Owen and me calmly. He shakes his head at her gently and I softly speak, “Please Blue, don’t.” She tilts her head at me as Owen’s fingers brush against mine before he takes my hand in his. He squeezes my hand gently as Blue runs off. I look up at him and he smiles sadly, “She’ll be okay. She’s smart.”

The ferries and cruise ships transport everyone to the mainland. I look around the warehouse to make sure no one else needs my help before plopping down to sit on a cooler. I notice Owen and Claire talking out of the corner of my eye and drop my head to hide the disappointment on my face. Even after all this, she’s still going after him.

Owen’s POV

Claire walks up to me and smiles gently, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet?”

I think for a moment as I watch (Y/n) in the sea of people before answering, “I don’t know. I could have lost her today. How did you know?”

“Please, you bring her with you everywhere and you guys are basically attached at the hip you stand so close. And judging by the way she acts around you, I’d say she loves you too. You should tell her,” Claire squeezes my arm gently before turning to rejoin her family. I make my way to (Y/n) and when I approach her, she looks up. I clear my throat, “Hey, you okay?”

She nods as she stands, “Yeah. What are we going to do now?”

I take her hand in mine once more before smiling at her, “I don’t know about anyone else but I think you and I should stick together. You know, for survival.” She laughs softly before I pull her close and kiss her. When I pull away, I rest my head on hers, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dumbass and haven’t told you yet.”

She laughs, “I love you too, Owen.”

I notice Barry watching us and cheering out of the corner of my eye, “I guess Barry was right. You are the Alpha Female.”

She pulls away and looks up at me, “Damn right, I am.”

I laugh and take her hand in mine again to drag her off on our new adventure.

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theoneandonlyameliajones · 4 years

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Out of Sync (Part 1 of 2)

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Deku and Ochako have been married for the past 8 years and have two wonderful kids. Too bad marriage isn't easy. Ever since Deku lost his quirk two years ago, he's been in a slump. He's now a stay at home dad while Ochacko is a very popular pro-hero. The downside? Her agency works her so hard that she's barely home. Basically, Deku and Ochako realize it takes more than love to make a relationship and family work. “Deku-chan! Ahh, I’m so sorry for coming in late again, my agency has been running me wild.” Ochako looked guiltily at the floor. This was the third family dinner she missed in the last week and even though she knew her husband understood she still felt bad about it.

“That’s fine,” Deku pressed his lip together into a small smile. “I know you're busy. Plus the kids and I watched you on T.V today. Toshi was very excited that his mama was so cool. Izuku turned his attention away from his wife and towards the dishes.

Ochako felt uneasy. Was something wrong? Did she do something? She had been getting more popular lately and was away from home more often than not. “Hey is everything okay?” she asked cautiously.

“Everything’s good.” Izuku continued to focus on the dishes. Ochako knew something was wrong, but she was too tired from a long day of hero work to do anything about it right now.

“Okay then. Let me know if you need me then.” she lingered for a moment, hoping Deku would speak up. He used to be an open book. She remembered back when they first started dating there were no secrets between them. It made her feel good knowing she could hold his heart in her hands. She missed that, things weren’t the same lately.

“I’m fine Ochako, you have an early day tomorrow and should probably turn it. Don’t worry I can handle the fort here, you worry about all the citizens that need you.” She opened her mouth to protest, to say something, but the words didn’t come to her. She didn’t know what to say to him anymore. The last two years had been the hardest of their marriage and she sometimes wished she could take a time machine back to when they were in sync. For now, all she could do is get some rest and do it all another day.

Ochako woke up to find her husband still asleep next to her. She loved seeing him like this. He looked at peace. Ever since his fight with All for One two years ago, he had been tense. She knew why. It’s not easy losing your quirk and your dream, but she wondered how much longer it would take for things to get back to normal. The man she married was bright-eyed and determined. That’s what she admired about him, the light in his eyes inspired her to work hard and become a great hero. She missed that man.

Deku woke up to a cold bed like every morning. He missed having Ochako beside him when he woke up. He would trace circles on her stomach and she would giggle and tell him to stop because it tickled. Back when he was at his agency they would wake up at the same time and race to see who could get into the shower first. Sometimes they got in together and took a little too long to get ready. He missed those times.

“Daddy! Daddy!” he heard his son bang on the door to his bedroom. “Hey, pal? You’re up early today.” he opened the door which caused his five-year-old to race past him and start jumping on his bed.

“Daddy look I can float just like Mommy!” he closed his eyes and touched his fingers together hoping something would happen, but nothing did. Izuku hoped that his kids would get Ochako’s quirk. He knew how hard it was to be quirkless and hoped his children wouldn’t inherit the same fate.

“It’s okay buddy, you’ll quirk will come in soon.” he smiled at his son. He hoped his words would ring true. He took Toshi off the bed and went downstairs to start making breakfast. Pancakes because his kids both had a sweet tooth and today was Sunday. It was a shame his wife had to work this Sunday as well, he never got to see her anymore. He finished making pancakes and went up to wake up his toddler.

“Hikari sweetie? Time to wake up.” His two-year-old daughter protested a bit, but with some encouragement got out of bed. Hikari was just a newborn when the incident occurred. He felt bad thinking about how much Ochako had to deal with back then. She had to not only take care of the baby but him as well. He was a mess after that fight. All for One’s dying face was ingrained within his mind. Losing One for All was the hardest on him though. He wished he was able to handle it better like Mirio when he lost his quirk, but he just wasn’t strong enough. One for All wasn’t just his quirk, it was his last connection to All Might and now that was gone too.

“Papa!” Hikari stretched her arms up indicating she wanted to be picked up. He picked her up and carried her downstairs to eat with her brother. Taking care of these two was the light of his day and he loved discovering pieces of his wife in them. He still missed Ochako, she was there, but she also wasn’t. Of course, she was a big hero, but he wanted to hold his wife. He couldn’t tell her that though, she needed to focus on saving people.

Work was particularly difficult for Uravity today. It was only noon and there had already been a villain attack and rescue mission. She was looking forward to eating lunch alone and video calling her kids. Izuku made it a point to pack her lunch for the last few months and looking at his note in her bento was always a highlight of her day. She still wished Izuku would take some time to talk to her, but for now, she'd settle for his little notes. Today’s note was a hand-drawn picture of Toshi and Hikari making a heart with their hands with the words miss you inside. She missed them too. Pro-hero work had been demanding the last few months and she barely had time to spend with her kids. Hikari didn’t even call her Mama, just Uravity because that’s what she saw on T.V. Izuku has been working on it with her, but no luck. Today was Sunday and she wanted to hug her kids more than anything, but for now, she would have to settle for a video call. Lately, she's had to settle on a lot of things.

“Uravity? You’re supposed to be at the agency briefing!” one of her colleagues called out to her from across the break room.

“Briefing? I’m on lunch break and I was about to call my ki-” she tried to protest, but before she knew it she was being dragged out by the will of her colleagues' quirk.

Izuku sat with his kids in front of the T.V which was showing footage of Uravity’s recent save.

“Look, baby, it’s Mama,” he pointed at Ochako hoping Hikari would take notice.

“Uravity!” she giggled enthusiastically.

“Yes Uravity is Mama’s hero name, but you have to call her Mama okay?” They had this conversation about 1000 times already, but she didn’t budge. It didn’t help that Ochako’s agency barely gave her time off to spend with her kids or him. He missed her so goddamn much. He didn't tell her that though, she was busy being a great hero and he was busy feeling sorry for himself.

“Mama is so cool, she’s the best hero. She gets to help save people every day. I want to be just like her!” cheered Toshi causing Izuku to smile. He loved that his son was an Uravity superfan, it reminded him of how he was with All Might back in the day.

“Work hard and you will be a great hero just like Mama.” he patted his son's head, but for some reason, the boy looked dismayed. “What's wrong?” he got on his knees to meet his son’s eye level.

“Nothing. Mama and Shou-chan said I’m not allowed to say.” admitted the boys who focused his attention on the ground. This caused Izuku to let out a deep sigh. People had been very cautious around him since the incident.

“First of all can’t you call him Oji-san and second of all what are you not allowed to say.” the little boy contemplated what to do, but ultimately gave in. Toshi was awful at lying to him.

“Well, I don’t have my quirk yet and I know you don’t have a quirk Papa so I asked Shou-chan if I wouldn’t get one.” Toshi bit his lip and looked down at the ground guiltily. Deku had been thinking the same thing recently, but he had no idea his friend had warned his son about it. Both Ochacko and Shouto knew about One for All and even before he lost his quirk, there was a chance that Toshi wouldn’t get a quirk based on genetics.

“What did he tell you?” Izuku smiled softly at him which prompted the boy to keep going.

“Well, he said there was a chance that I wouldn’t, but he had a feeling I would have a quirk. He also told me not to bring it up in front of you because you’d get sad. I asked Mama and she agreed.” there it was, his wife and best friend thought they were protecting him. He appreciated how much they cared, but hated that even Toshi was walking on eggshells around him.

“Well you’re only five and most quirks come in between 4-6 so let’s see what happens. Don’t worry about me. I'm not going to feel sad if you talk about quirks. Papa wants to know what’s on your mind okay? Besides, even without a quirk, there are plenty of jobs that can help make a difference.” He patted his son on the head once more to comfort him.

“But Papa? Why don’t you have a job then?” and there it was, the question that plagued him at night. It had been two years since the incident and he still wasn’t able to get past his dreams. He knew it was time to move on, but he just couldn’t. It felt like all his time spent at UA and with All Might had been for nothing. Recently he had been hiding pamphlets for different police academies from Ochako. He wanted to do it, but he was scared to enroll. It would be saying goodbye to a chapter in his life and talking to Ochako about it would make it suddenly feel too real.

“Well then I couldn’t see you all the time then silly,” he started tickling Toshi in his attempt to avoid giving a real answer. He loves his kids and staying home with them, but he wanted more.

“Welcome Uravity,” greeted Ochako's supervisor as she sat down in the meeting room. Her agency was a big one and managed quite a few pro heroes, but this room only had about 7 of them. She scanned the room to see if she knew anyone and found Shinsou looking at her. He had some of the best saves of their agency, but he had to keep out of the public eye due to the nature of his quirk.

“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t realize we had a briefing today.” she apologized and took a seat. She felt her phone buzz a couple of times but did her best to ignore it.

“It’s fine, you are our star after all. Rumor has it you might make top ten at Japan’s next hero ranking. We need to make sure you get as many saves as possible before then. You’ll have to log more hours from now on.” the older lady smiled at her.

“But those rankings aren’t for another 3 months and I already have such a long work week.” protested Ochako. She had to work 12 hours a day already, she didn’t want to have to be away from her kids anymore. She felt her phone buzz a few more times and was almost certain it was Deku.

“It takes sacrifice to become a top hero Uravity and you’re so close. What are another three months?”

“I know and I’m thankful for everyone’s support, it’s just that I have kids and I can’t-”

“Don’t you have a jobless husband that takes care of them?” her supervisor said so bluntly that it made Ochako angry. She looked over at Shinsou who also seemed to wince at the comment. She hated the hate her husband got after the incident. Many of his “fans” called him weak or made fun of his quirkless status. Sometimes she hated how public heroes had to be.

“Please, my husband does a lot for our kids as it is, but I still want to be there for them. I am their mother after all,” Ochako explained as her phone continued to buzz. She wished Deku understood that she wasn’t picking up because she was busy. After continued buzzing, her supervisor’s attention was directed towards her pocket where her phone was.

“Need to take that? Sounds important.” the older woman was annoyed and she knew it, but she stepped out to take the call.

“God Izuku this better be important! I’m really busy right now,” she grunted in frustration at the loading video screen. Only when the video screen loaded it was Toshi on the other end.

“Sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to bother you.” Toshi looked terrified when he saw her.

“Oh no baby, I’m not mad at you. Where’s Papa?” she hated that she just yelled at her son for trying to talk to her. She hated this entire situation.

“He’s giving Hikari a bath. I’m sorry Mama, I just wanted to call you so I took Papa’s phone.”

She breathed a deep sigh. “That’s okay Toshi, I’m really busy right now, but we can play hero when I get home okay?” she smiled at her son through the phone. More than anything she wanted to hold him.

“Will you be home for dinner today Mama?” he looked hopeful and she wished she could say yes, but she knew better than to get his hopes up.

“Toshi what are you doing?” she heard Deku say off-screen which caused Toshi to end the call immediately. Part of her was relieved because she had to go to work, but a part of her was angry with him for taking her son away from her. It was moments like this that made her jealous. He got to be there for them every moment of the day. Hikari was such a Daddy’s girl and would get fussy anytime Deku wasn’t in the room. Even Toshi who seemed to worship Uravity still didn’t come to her when he was having nightmares or wanted to build legos. Lately, she didn’t feel like a mother and she hated it.

Izuku knew Toshi missed his mother and he couldn’t blame him. Still, Ochako and he had an unwritten agreement that they had to wait for her call. Too many times did Deku call her during inopportune times. Now, unless it was an emergency he waited for her to call.

“Sorry Papa,” Toshi said, giving him his phone back. Deku thought about scolding him for taking his phone, but looking at his solemn expression he knew better.

“What’s wrong pal?”

“I miss Mama, she’s never home anymore.” his son began to tear up. He pulled Toshi in for a hug, but Deku knew nothing he could say would change that fact.

“I know Toshi, I miss her too.” Izuku knew that the kids needed some more time with Ochako, but her work schedule was so crazy. She was saving lives and he needed to support her. She had to get out there and defend Japan against some crazy villains and disasters. Not only that but as a popular hero, she had multiple press and publicity events she had to attend to as well. She crossed paths with many of their classmates from UA at them. Izuku couldn’t help but be jealous sometimes. He loved spending time with his kids, but he missed the social events and camaraderie of being a UA alum. He also wanted to get out there and do something important like Ochako, but lately, it felt like he had to hide from the public. He also wondered if Ochako was embarrassed to be with him sometimes. He knew this was not the marriage she signed up for. It was time he got out of his bubble and put himself out there again. The only question was 'how?'.

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appreciatethefoolishness · 5 years

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EVERYTHING IS JUNGKOOK X READER

Do you also laugh a little when you read a badboy!Jungkook fanfic and want some more realistic? Because we all know how humble and kind Jungkook really is, so I'm here to help you! (This is a list parted in two because of the links limit hih)

Jungkook = badboy

Jungkook = an actually nice and lovely guy ❤️

⌜(m) = smut, mature

(f) = fluff, cute shit

(a) = angst, sad stuff or action

✓ = finished

** = a favorite

oneshot = story with only 1 part

series = story with more than 1 part ⌟

sorted by word count, this is over 90 fics and yes, I know I have no life but I don’t see any problem with that lol

(By the way if you’re wondering why some of the summaries suck it’s because I wrote them due to that some authors don’t write synopses lol)

last updated: 27 May

AND BY THE WAY thank you so much all the writers here for taking your time to write these amazing fics and publish them for our enjoyment! I’m so grateful to be able to read and love them and don’t let anyone tell you different because you all are REALLY good at writing, like damn. Thanks again and have a great Jungkook reading 💙❤️💜 💙💜💚💞💞💞💛💚🖤💜💛💙💜💙💜💚

Animal (m) (a) ✓

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“As a nursing student you struggled financially but when your best friend suggests a way for you to make some illegal money you can’t say no and that’s when you meet him; Jungkook, an underground fighter who you can’t stand but seems to stay on your mind nevertheless.”

THE WRITER > @cutaepatootie

For science (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

[95.9k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

"Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science."

THE WRITER > @boymeetsweevil

Falling into you (m) (a) (f) ~ ongoing**

[94.2k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

"Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away."

THE WRITER > @kookingtae

Charmolypi (f) (a) (m) ✓

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“Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.”

THE WRITER > @njssi

The Turning Test (f) (m) (a)~ongoing**

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“’The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine’s ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human.’ Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today? ‘Creator,’ he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, ‘you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?’“

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

Bandslam (a) (m) (f) ✓

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“Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.“

THE WRITER > @ironicarmy

Ego (f) (m) ~ ongoing **

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“What’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.”

THE WRITER > @suga-kookiemonster

Givenchy & gold (m) ✓

[59k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“You’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, Jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae

Wanted (f) (a) (m) ✓**

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“ You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.”

THE WRITER > @jincherie

One thing right (a) (f) (m) ✓**

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“‘i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.’

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.”

THE WRITER > @hobios

(Y)our name (a) (f) (m) ~ ongoing**

[54k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

“It's always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn't mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.“

THE WRITER > @jjkpls

True care (m) (f) (a) ~ ongoing **

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“Your (endearingly) shy bodyguard- hired by your father- would do anything for you. Even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. And you might end up needing him in more ways than you- or your father- would ever think.”

THE WRITER > @joonsgalaxy

Moonlight melody (f) (a) ✓

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“When your loving best friend playfully pranks you one too many times, you decide that revenge is best served hot, over a period of thirty days, and with a little extra help from the best violinist you know (sorry jimin). or, the one where during your month-long vacation in italy with your youth orchestra, you realize that vengeance is sweet but fake dating jungkook is sweeter.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi

Falling Skies (a) (f) (m)✓ **

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Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing. So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.”

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

Bitchin’ (f) (m) (a) ✓

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“The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @kinktae

Paralian (f) (a) (m) ✓**

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“Far away, under the sea exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean, until one night they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid).”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash

Tantalizing (m) (a) ✓

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“Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.”

THE WRITER > @littlemisskookie

Equilibrium; Polyamory (m) (a) ~ ongoing **

[47.7k words] series pt.0 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 pt.11 pt.12 pt.13 pt.14

“Polyamorous relationships are not as glamorous as they appear in the movies. Granted, the sex is better- tangled limbs and wet kisses on every inch of skin imaginable, but not even the sex is worth the mind-numbing jealousy, the utter despair. Because equilateral triangles do not exist in real life. There is no sense of order in human affections. No balance, no equilibrium. You are in love with Jimin, who loves Jungkook. And Jungkook loves… Has he ever loved anyone but himself? On the outside, you smile widely and pretend that you’re perfectly content with this arrangement. But your façade crumbles, bit by bit, every time Jimin goes to Jungkook instead of you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Worth fighting for (f) (a) ~ongoing**

[43.7k words] series masterlist

“Fresh out of the perils of war, Jungkook didn't think that his task as the newly appointed general would be to look after you.”

THE WRITER > @joonsdiary

The Monogamy Monologues (f) (m) (f) ✓

[42.7k words] oneshot here

“ The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash

The devil’s change up (m) (f) ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here

“Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.”

THE WRITER > @jungblue

Frost Impressions (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here

“Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. “

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

And action (f) (m) ✓ **

[41k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

“Jungkook likes to film illegal stunts around the globe for his dedicated audience. because of you, his right-hand navigator, he gets to travel to beautiful places he’s only ever seen in textbooks. but in the wake of a mishap involving poisonous shrubbery, now’s a perfect time for him to confess his undying love for more than just videography. or, ‘I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met’ au.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae

Baby, my baby (m) (f) (a) ✓

[39.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

"Raise my child, just for twelve months."

THE WRITER > @pjimims

A well-oiled machine (f) (a) (m) ✓ **

[38.2k words] series pt.1 pt.2

"Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought."

THE WRITER > @jincherie

The lionheart’s oath (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[36.7k words] oneshot here

“There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”

THE WRITER > @sugaxjpg

Employee Perks (m) (a) (f)~ongoing

[34.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @chiminiemoans

In Bloom/Lake of Fire (m) (a) (f) ✓

[33k words] pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“One of the consequences of being a werewolf was the yearly heat that took place for three whole days, Jungkook had warned you not to come near him under that period of time for your own safety but your never-ending worry for him made you disobey his request.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

New toy (m) (f) (a) ✓

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Your new neighbor turns out to be the perfect toy for you.“

THE WRITER > @btsjeonjazz

Ramen (m) ~ongoing

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“‘It has certainly been quite the party,’ you began, taking a stroll around the table to give his friends time to ogle you. ‘But I'm here for someone else on his special day.’ The end of the riding crop snapped suggestively against your open palm and you felt excitement bloom around the large table. “Now, let me see if I can find out which of you is the birthday boy..."

The charade of finding your fare was one of the oldest tricks in the book. After years of sex work, you knew that as soon as you said, ‘let me see,’ the eyes of the bystanders would point you in the right direction. And sure enough, as you pretended to identify your prey, the men’s line of sight fell on the far corner of the table. The choice of the corner was quite surprising, as you expected the shy wallflower of the group to sit there, not someone who was supposed to be the center of attention.”

THE WRITER > @dark-muse-iris

Gravity (a) (f) ✓

[29.2k words] oneshot here

“The universe works in mysterious ways.“

THE WRITER > @donewithjeon

Not quite strangers (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[29k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“There are two things that you very much hate in this world; first being woken up in the evening, second being woken up in the morning – and Jeon Jeongguk, the stranger a.k.a the guy who lives across your shitty apartment does just that, every single fucking time.”

THE WRITER > @seokwaves

Rigor Mortis (a) (f) (m) ✓ **

[28.5k words] oneshot here

“A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.”

THE WRITER > @readyplayerhobi

Something in the water (m) (f) ✓

[25.8k words] oneshot here

“Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.”

THE WRITER > @vankoya

Roommates (m) ✓ **

[25.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Letting your best friend’s baby brother live with you didn’t seem like a problem until well... you discovered how hot he had become.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Snow and Ice (m) (f) (a) ✓

[24.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“ Three thousand athletes from 92 countries from the world meet every four years to show off what they have, the pride of their countries and families weighing down their perfectly sculpted shoulders. This year’s winter Olympics holds something a lot more interesting.”

THE WRITER > @hayjeon

Ace (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

[24k] oneshot here

“Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass.”

THE WRITER > @hijoonie

New romantics (f) (a) ✓**

[24k words] oneshot here

“Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.”

THE WRITER > @cupofteaguk

Save Me (m) (a) ✓

[24k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Jungkook’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around.”

THE WRITER > @baeseoul

Catharsis. (m) (f) ✓

[23.5k words] oneshot here

“No matter what kind of release you need, he’s there.”

THE WRITER > @junghelioseok

Swipe right (f) (a) (m) ~ ongoing

[23k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Jungkook wasn’t always like this. Or maybe he was and you don’t want to admit that he had you fooled. You quickly discover he has a lot more to offer than exchanging pleasantries and awkward small talk. In fact, he never seems to shut up.For the better part of a year, he’s held your irritation hostage, never passing up an opportunity to deliver savage one-liners at your expense. When he discovers you’re on Tinder, he turns up the brattiness factor and intentionally seeks you out. Who knows? Maybe if you gave him a chance he could charm the pants right off of you. Then again, maybe he’s just a fuckboy.“

THE WRITER > @stutterfly

Hot confusion (m) ~ ongoing

[22.9k words] series (on AO3) here

“Jungkook thought his body had already matured, turns out he's a late bloomer and goes through puberty hell when he turns 16. And it doesn't end until he's 19, the worse part is that all along the ride he can't stop the constant sexual arousal he gets around his best female friend, Y/N.While he's confused whether it's her just her body that turns him on, or also her personality, he can't help but feel jealous when other boys start to take interest in her. All he knows is that he wishes he'd stop having wet dreams at 4 AM about Y/N, he's running out of excuses to his mom to why he needs to do the laundry.“

THE WRITER > @partyjunkie

Blue orchids (a) (f) ✓

[22.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Hanahaki & soulmate au.”

THE WRITER > @inktae

If I told you (f) (a) ✓ **

[22k words] oneshot here

“In order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi

➔PART 2

➔PART 3

(Disclaimer; if you ever find a badboy!jungkook fic here it means he wasn’t a total asshole in it and I didn’t mind his character lol)

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #BTS jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fic rec #bts fanfction #bts #bts x reader #jeon jungkook fanfic

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rosaliafm · 5 years

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⋆ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 — alexa demie. she/her. cisfemale. | was that rosalia ‘lia’ cortez i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time sales associate and cam girl , but i’ve always just seen them improving their makeup skills . they live in apartment 2D and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of early 2000s fashion modernized, colorful palettes, r&b playing loudly from another room.

hallo, hallo !! i’m dani ( twenty-one & she/her ) and uhhh this rp looks so mf cute ?? anyways, this is my baby and i will do anything to protecc her, oh and discord is @ in the mood for love#5274 if you wanna shoot me a friend request to plot (-:

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 :

fullname: rosalia elena cortez

nicknames: lia ( main one ), rosa, rosita

age: twenty-two

d.o.b: january 3rd, 1997

zodiac: capricorn sun, scorpio moon, leo rising

gender: cisfemale

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: full timer @ h&m, part-time cam girl

𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂 :

twt & insta handle: babylia

insta followers: 74.5k

twt followers: 63.5k

𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 :

baby phat, hoop earrings — the bigger the better, early 00s and 90s music, colorful makeup palettes, highlighted cheekbones enough to blind you, freshly manicured nails, risque fashion choices, late night shopping trips, jewelry for days, afternoon skies, shiny lipgloss, colorful alcoholic drinks, drinking red bull with a straw, binge watching series after a full shift, neon bowling alleys and rollerskating rinks, blue raspberry slushies.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 :

daytime: lia works as a full timer for h&m which is on university village, a whopping 15 minutes away from downtown seattle where the apts are located ( i had to google this because i work at h&m and i wanted to give lia a retail job ). she’s been working there for nearly three years now and there’s talk about giving her a supervisor promotion but lia is beginning to feel unsure about continuing her job there, knowing it pays the bills but she feels stuck. her shifts are usually in the morning, very rarely does she close.

nighttime: she’s a cam girl ( think kat from euphoria ) and sells nudes/does sex work. it started when she was 17-18 with a private nsfw twitter where she charged 20 dollars a person to access it when she saw some of her mutuals do it and wanted in on making a quick buck. it grew from there, slowly researching her way into the business knowing she could make more out of her body because she knows she’s beautiful and she knows it’s good money. it took a lot of work to get her name out there, going under an alias of course, but now it’s been nearly 4-5 years since she’s been doing it and not only has she gained popularity within that world, but has a selective group of people she considers her favorites. she hosts shows every tuesday and thursday night. any other day or when someone requests, her she charges more and so on.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 :

lia is a hustler, a bad bitch if you will. she’s definitely a good person at heart despite her resting bitch face and mean demeanor. she isn’t afraid to call you out on your shit. however, she doesn’t seek drama or start it without good reason. she likes to stay in her lane as much as possible, but you bet if you drag her name into things she will come for you. anywayss, she’s an ambivert and can definitely adapt to her surroundings and people but if she doesn’t like you she doesn’t like you and it’s must be for a good reason or there will be a reason, she just gets weird vibes sometimes. she can definitely be petty, hold a grudge and ignore you for days or the rest of your life. but underneath all that she rlly just is someone with a big heart whos nothing but loyal to those she loves and if shes scolding you or raising her voice it’s really out of love ( and a habit she got from her mother ). definitely the drunk friend who takes care of her drunk friends unless shes going through it, then they’re definitely holding her hair back as she pukes into bushes.

positive traits: hardworking, reliable, loyal, independent, confident

negative traits: stubborn, blunt, insensitive, bossy, overcritical

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 :

lia comes from a single parent household, her mom raised her and her siblings all on her own and lia and her older sister come from the same dad, but not her younger siblings who both come from different men. her mom isn’t exactly the best role model out there but she loves her mom regardless whether they share the same views on things or not. they don’t talk as often now that she’s lived on her own for almost three years but she goes visit whenever she can, but it does put her at ease that at least her older sister is there to help her mom out.

she’s pretty popular on social media outside of her nsfw accounts, mostly on instagram for her pictures which gained her popularity on twitter, but she wouldn’t consider herself an influencer of any sort it was mostly her outfit pics ( 2000s inspired ) and funny tweets that put her where she is now.

her home has colorful decor, with a hint of an 80s vibe and it’s the cutest little place and she loves how far it’s come along since she’s moved there.

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 :

that’s some gang shit: aka a squad of maybe 4-5 people? they would kind of know everything about each other, have definitely been friends for years be it 2 or longer, they always go out be it the skating rink or the club or just mobbing all night long, but lia would do absolutely anything for them because they’re like her family.

her bestfriend/soulmate: they’re also part of the squad connection above, but lia has known this particular person since childhood and they’ve been through everything together, from first breakups to first fights to backing up each other in first physical fights with whoever was talking shit. they’re basically soulmates for life.

an ex on good terms: lia doesn’t date a lot because she knows she’ll eventually have to talk about one of her careers and she’s always afraid it wont work out, but this person they accepted what she did on the side. and they were really good for a while but you know, things don’t always work out but they remained amiable when they broke up, occasionally still text or send each other a funny meme, and joke around. lia didn’t want to lose them as a friend, despite the ocassional butterfly she’ll feel, she prefers this over nothing.

frenemies: they’re really out here disliking each other for the most petty reasons but what can you do? when you don’t vibe with someone you don’t vibe with someone. however, i’m a sucker for this trop of enemies to friends.

favorite neighbor: they’re not exactly friends but they could be, they’re always helping each other out when they see one another. be it asking for sugar, or helping them carry groceries from their car. lia definitely enjoys their little chats, and it always amazes her that within those 5-10 minutes of interaction they’ve never once exchanged numbers and she always means to get it from them because she wants to talk to them more with how well they click but it’s always a next time.

the person who helped her create her site: unlikely friends too! lia needed help from someone who knew about websites and how to keep her content protected she put an ad on craigslist like 4 years ago when she started to go pro and ever since then they meet up for maintenance of it. lia considers them a friend, enough to trust them to view her content to make sure there’s no viruses being leaked or people trying to steal her stuff. it’s great too because this person always looks unbothered seeing what lia does on screen and lia appreciates it a lot because even her closest friends who know about what she does have never seen her page.

and that’s all i have for now ! i’m up for anything else just hmu !

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klcthebookworm · 6 years

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FanFic Friday: Mission on Mimban 4 of 12

Previous Installments

Introduction, One, Two, Three,

What Happens in the Chapter

Halla can't get Luke and Leia to stop wrestling, so she sneaks away and meets Threepio and Artoo. The miners pull Leia off of Luke, and are turned on by her state of disarray. Luke steps between Leia and the miner with a barrel-chest who is calling rape "apprehension." These men are not interested in leaving the pair alone and Luke hits the miner that actually manages to grab hold of Leia. Good news, she's no longer the focus of attention. Bad news, the miner has double-bladed stilettos hidden up his sleeves and double blades hidden in his boot soles.

Luke keeps trying to talk them into leaving them alone, but ends up activating his lightsaber "straight through the right thigh of the man who was holding him." This does not make the miners retreat, and now the other three pull out weapons too. Leia jumps on the one closest to her and claws his face. One of the three left lunges at Luke with a charged prod, so Luke cuts off his hand at the wrist. All of this has attracted the attention on stormtroopers, but Halla and the droids are the only ones to see them approach, so they're the only ones who get to escape.

The stormtroopers confiscate the weapons and march them to "a massive, forbidding ziggurat of ancient Mimbanian architecture." Along with a lecture on the local history and problems chronic brawlers create with weapons, the helpful sergeant tells the group they get to plead their side to Captain-Supervisor Grammel. The miners deflate the closer they get to the man in charge. Of course Leia and Luke attract Grammel's attention; he doesn't recognize them and Leia's pretty. And Leia's snappy comebacks draw attention that her way of speaking doesn't match her station in life. Luke makes a valiant attempt to pass off their lack of identification on losing it in the fight. Grammel doesn't buy it but a cloaked informant tells him how the fight started, so he fines the miners a half time-period's pay.

One of the miners appeals the judgment. Grammel goes along with the request with denials along the way until the miner asks for the judgment to be reviewed differently. Grammel drives a recording device into the miner's eye socket and then has them jailed for the rest of the night. After they have been dragged out of the office, Grammel points out that he's pretty sure Luke and Leia never had any identification to lose. Leia smarts off again and Grammel kicks her until Luke comes up with a new cover story: they are escaped criminals from Circarpous who crashed on Mimban.

Grammel doesn't believe this cover story either, but concedes that is plausible. Luke adds some groveling to not be sent back to Circarpous for execution. Grammel is willing to believe them if they're honest about a small gemstone in their possession.

What I Liked

The miners fight with Luke shows that he has gotten some unarmed combat training as he evades the blades, trying not to pull out the lightsaber until left with no choice. Then we see how much he has practiced with it as he takes down two fighters without killing them.

Grammel is described as a direct opposite of Grand Moff Tarkin. Unfortunately, it does put him in the "fat is evil" trope, but I'll give Foster credit for "a modest paunch curving gently from beneath his sternum like a frozen waterfall of suet, to crash and tumble somewhere below the waistline in a jumble of uniform" because that is a pretty good visual metaphor. I don't know why he put it in Luke's head because how much experience does Luke have with waterfalls?

The awful bar for Grammel is set early and adds to the dread building in the second half of the chapter.

"Certainly," Grammel agreed. He walked over to the wall behind his desk. Taking a long thin bar of plastic from its place there, he pressed the switch at one end as he came back around the desk. "The conversation has been recorded," he informed them all.

He depressed another switch and the bar showed a moving line of words across its waxy surface. When the record had finished, he raised and abruptly thrust one end of the unyielding plastic into the argumentative miner's left eye.

Blood and pulp squirted in all direction as the man collapsed, screaming, to the floor.

Halla had good reason to warn Luke and Leia away from this Imperial. But this is the Pinch Point, where the reader sees the antagonist against the protagonist.

Luke's groveling: Grammel is basically a Hutt in human form who likes to get hands-on with his torture. And Luke knows how to deal with Hutts after growing up on Tatooine. This whole part is Luke adding to his new cover story to convince Grammel it's true and trolling the Imperial. Luke is more devious than the fandom gives him credit for and this is a good example.

Putting the chapter break right after Grammel brings up the shard is a nice cliffhanger.

What I Found Problematic

The sergeant in charge of the stormtroopers group gives an "as you know" lecture to Luke and the readers. Foster doesn't even try to disguise this. "I'm always trying to improve myself. As you know," he began, "there are several intelligent races on this world, besides the greenies." I'm pretty sure this was an exposition sin in the 70's too, but it sure it one now.

More context making me think that they just replaced "slave" with "servant:"

She nodded briefly toward Luke. "I'm his... servant."

"That's right," Luke said quickly. "She's only my--"

"I can hear, boy," Grammel murmured. He stared back at her, ran a finger down one cheek. "Pretty woman..." She twitched out of his grip. "Spirited, too." He looked at Luke. "I congratulate you on your taste, boy."

Though in Luke's defense, I think Grammel would be just as touchy odious no matter what the cover story was.

Sassy Leia finally decides to live up to that name while in audience with the big bad of this planet.

"Your manners are probably matched only by your incompetence," the Princess told him.

Grammel merely nodded with satisfaction. "Manners," he repeated. "Incompetence. Odd way for a servant to speak." He barked at the sergeant, standing stiffly at attention nearby: "What identification did you find on these two?"

All it accomplishes is blowing up their weak cover story that much faster. She lasted much longer undercover in Jabba's Palace, maybe she got pointers from some real spies between now and then?

Leia's beating went far too long before Luke intervened.

He drew back his left foot and kicked her in the left thigh with the point of his boot. Moaning in pain, the Princess grabbed her side below the hip and sank forward to her knees. Her right hand stopped her fall while the other continued holding the bruised place. Luke raged inside but resolutely stared straight ahead. This was not the place or time to die.

"However, I am straightforward," Grammel continued, gazing down at her. Using his leg again, he kicked her right arm out from under her. She fell forward, then rolled over and sat up, still holding her left leg. The Captain-Supervisor kicked out sharply, catching the base of the spine but not hard enough to paralyze her. She wailed as both hands went to the small of her back and she fell over on her side, where she lay moaning.

Grammel drew back his leg again. Unable to stand by any longer, Luke stepped between them, said rapidly, "If I told you the truth, Captain-Supervisor, you wouldn't believe me."

It falls under the same 70's misogynistic attitude that's it's only right and proper to have a woman beaten. Thank goodness this was never filmed, though I like to think that Carrie Fisher would have never allowed it.

Luke's lightsaber doesn't draw any attention. Yes, the timeline changed after this story was written, but it still feels like a missed opportunity.

What Changes in My Fic

The miner who loses an eye is unidentified, but I'm willing to say it was the double-bladed stilettos everywhere miner.

Grammel's interrogation technique is to beat up the weaker of the pair. Just how well would this work against Mara Jade? I mean, she'll take a beating to sell her cover story or get her where she needs to go, but really does she have to take it from Grammel? Or can she lash back?

Luke's lightsaber does draw Grammel's notice, which gives Mara the observation that he needs to find a better hiding place for it, and leads to Artoo's flare launcher getting modified.

Plot event time. Helping Writers Become Authors further explains this breakdown.

Hook 1% mark = Crashing onto Mimban

Set-up 1% - 12%

Inciting Event 12% mark = Finding the Imperial mining outpost

Build-up 12% - 25%

1st Plot Point 25% mark = Luke and Leia agree to find the Kaiburr crystal with Halla

The 1st Plot Point is the doorway between the end of the First Act and the beginning of the Second Act, so now we're looking for the plot events of the second act.

Reaction to 1st Plot Point 25% - 37%

1st Pinch Point 37% mark = Meeting with Grammel

Realization 37% - 50%

Midpoint or 2nd Plot Point 50% mark

Action 50% - 62%

2nd Pinch Point 62% mark

Renewed Push 62% - 75%

#rescue the farmboy au #star wars legends #splinter of the mind's eye #literary analysis #reference notes #mission on mimban #fanfic friday

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Where We Begin: Chapter 10

Previous Chapter

Jamie stood in the Edinburgh Stables battling his temper and annoyance. This was the second time this breeder stood him up to see this damn horse, and Jamie felt a distinct level of skepticism over his seller’s desire to sell.

“You know they’re like this. I don’t know why it always surprises you,” John said good-naturedly, laying a hand on his friend’s back.

“I don’t know why you always make excuses for them,” Jamie countered, eying John as they walked toward the ring. “He’s trying to drive up the price.”

“You want the horse. It’s my job to keep you civil until the deal is done.”

“How can I want a horse I haven’t seen…” Jamie’s phone beeped with Claire’s personalized sound. His face lit up as he checked his phone, a smile spreading across his face as he quickly typed a response. John quirked a brow, fascinated by this change of pace.

“That’s her?” John asked.

Jamie glanced at him. “Aye. Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully so. You’re making my heart ache.”

Jamie chuckled as they walked on, but John eyed him suspiciously.

“Why didn’t you introduce me?”

“I thought that would be obvious,” Jamie muttered.

“Because I’m better looking? Because you can’t hold a candle to my witty banter and…”

“John.” Jamie threw him a dirty look.

“Come on, you can’t possibly think…”

“Ye have! Damn near every time!” He growled.

For the past 15 years of their friendship, John could point out the fatal flaw in a woman Jamie dated within five minutes of meeting her. He could predict how long the relationship would last down to the week. John had spent many hours with Brian Fraser in the Lallybroch kitchen, chuckling at his friend’s expense. Jenny suspected John hexed Jamie, and was quite happy he could make the tartlets disappear, while Brian Fraser stated John simply had more sense.

“Oh, For the love of God…”John groaned. “This superstition thing again...”

“I dinna need a lecture or a priest,” Jamie huffed and walked faster.

John tilted his head before realization set in. “You really like her.”

“Aye, I do,” Jamie stated, still not meeting John’s eyes.

“Jamie, if you feel that strongly, that already sets her apart from most of the women you’ve dated.”

“What are ye talking about?”

John’s lip quirked. “You didn’t like any of them, man.”

“You’re daft.”

“You’re daft! Even Annalise...”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”

“You cringed when she spoke! And then you were baffled when she broke up with you!”

Jamie stopped walking and sighed, admitting defeat and revealing the slightest of grins. “God, her voice was awful.”

John's smirk fell as loud calls and yells echoed towards them.

The city stables were often busy at this time a day with private appointments or rented slots for showings and meetings. Such a display was occurring in the ring, where a monstrous black devil was rearing and neighing angrily at its handler. His coat was in disarray, and the creature kicked out at the hands trying to grab his reins.

“On the ground!” John pointed.

Jamie took off running, John a few cursing strides behind him, until he reached the idiot being dragged around the ring.

“Do ye no’ have sense, man?! Let go!” Jamie called to him as he stood bodily in front of the fallen rider. The young girl took the distraction and scrambled out of the ring.

Jamie threw his arms out and widened his stance, holding his ground as the horse circled. The horse approached him once or twice to challenge the barrier, but Jamie hollered at the beast until it finally began to settle.

“John,” Jamie called out, “is everyone out?”

“Everyone except you,” he replied. “Naturally.”

Jamie smiled at the irked tone in his friend’s voice and lowered his arms. The horse immediately whinnied but didn’t stamp or kick, which Jamie found agreeable. Walking towards the giant beast, Jamie saw the appeal in the boy. Young, gigantic, beautiful stature and lines.

The horse’s ears flicked with annoyance as he neighed his displeasure.

I’m sure these idiots were trying to turn you into a show pony,” Jamie muttered, unaware he had switched to Gaelic.

“Come here, sweet son, and let me look at you.”

John kept one eye on Jamie and then turned to the details: The peeved owners, the too young rider who wanted a horse beyond her abilities, the horse handlers offering their apologies. John would read each of them, and then when Jamie gave him a signal, John would make an offer. John knew his friend well, and he knew when Jamie found what he wanted.

The fact that the beast was Satan incarnate would only encourage him.

Jamie got his hand on the horse’s lead rope and led the irritated animal to the center of the ring where Jamie ran him through some basic groundwork. It was clear the horse lacked discipline, but Jamie was surprised at how quickly the horse’s mood shifted once led with a steady hand. He caught John’s eye and pinched his denim pocket. Then he turned his back and let the horse come to a halt. “Let’s get you settled with some hay, a bhalaich,” Jamie spoke softly.

Claire dropped her grocery bags on the counter and stripped quickly, heading towards her shower. She ran the water, throwing herself under the jets and finally releasing a long ragged breath.

Jamie was coming over as soon as he finished up at the stables and Claire found herself on edge.

She’d last seen him 5 days ago when she left his apartment Saturday afternoon. She nearly shook with need remembering their lazy morning: tangled limbs, tender kisses, and Jamie’s fingers coaxing her legs to open for him again and again…

She bit her bottom lip and grabbed her loofa to distract herself. Five days seemed far too long. They talked every day since she left his home. His lips had lingered on hers and delayed her departure for several hours, but eventually, she had gone, and life had resumed. Too much so.

Work had quickly consumed them both, making it impossible to align their schedules. Even tonight was a compromise, as Jamie had to leave in the early morning to head to Lallybroch for the weekend. She wished she could head up with him, but she still had a shift to work tomorrow afternoon.

He had insisted on tonight, and she couldn’t argue. She tried several times this week to remember how it had felt with Frank at the beginning. Of course, he had pursued her and romanced her, made her feel giddy and light, but this felt entirely different. Jamie tasted like oxygen after surfacing from a deep dive.

She heard her front door slam and smiled. She’d left the door open for him.

“Sassenach…” she heard him call.

“In the shower!” She called rinsing out the suds in her hair. “I’ll be right out!”

She was startled when she heard the bathroom door open a moment later.

“Jamie?”

She squeaked as he pulled the shower curtain back.

“What…”

His lips met hers in a hard kiss, as he stepped into the shower and pinned her to the wall. As his hands came up to cup her cheek and hold her hip, she realized his nakedness and smiled against his mouth.

“Hi,” he whispered huskily.

“Hallo,” Claire whispered back, running her tongue along his upper lip. He pulled her knee up around his hip and pressed his hips against hers. He was more than ready.

“Do you just walk around like that all day?” She quipped.

“Only when your near, lass,” he chuckled. “I got hard climbing your stairs.”

“Oh,” Claire whispered. Jamie entered her with a grunt and Claire’s cry muffled against his shoulder.

“Christ did I hurt…”

“No! Please, I need more,” she sighed against his shoulder.

He pulled out and thrust back into her as she nodded against his fevered skin.

“How are you this wet, Claire?” He whispered against her mouth, his thrusts growing faster. “Were you thinking of me, too?”

“Uh huh.”

Words failed her as he sped up to ram her, his hips slapping against hers in a smooth rhythm of lust and arousal.

“Come for me, Claire,” he moaned in her ear. “I want to watch you fall apart, feel you fall…apart,” he grunted, biting his lip as he concentrated.

He could feel her hip quivering, and with a few swipes of his thumb over her clit she screamed out his name, hips bucking against his as she contracted hard on his cock.

“God, Claire,” he moaned as he released jets of seed into her. His chest heaved and trembled under her fingertips.

He lowered her leg slowly as her mouth sealed against his. She tasted the salt of his mouth, his hot breath, and knew that this felt much different than mere pleasure or desire. His hand came to her cheek, and she felt a tear bead down her face, overwhelmed by his tenderness.

“I missed you,” she murmured against his lips.

“And I, you,” he answered, a glowing smile breaking on his face. He looked around, puzzled.

“Lose something?” She quipped.

“I just realized I smell like horses and I don’t have soap here.” He grimaced.

“Alas, laddie. I do have soap.” She chuckled.

“Mmhmm. Will I smell of botanical breezes after?” He smirked.

“You arse,” she said, snapping a wet washcloth at him as he chuckled. “Its citrus, and you didn’t mind it when I was in your shower.”

“I don’t mind much when you're naked,” he said huskily. He pressed a kiss to her lips and reached beyond her to the soap, eying it skeptically. “I’ll make do.”

Pulling on a t-shirt and panties, Claire eyed Jamie’s bare chest from across the room. His body was beautiful, cut and muscular, with soft auburn curls cutting across his chest. He chuckled when he saw her staring and motioned her over with a crook of his finger. Grinning, she obliged him and made a content sound when he placed a kiss on her collarbone.

“Come then,” he said softly. “I want to hear all about your week.”

“Well, you know the highlights already,” she said, leading him into the kitchen. “Long shifts, Dr. Roth being more of a hardass than usual…”

“Harvey Roth?” Jamie asked. Claire looked over at him, raising a brow. “Yes. You know him?”

Jamie looked back down at the plates and scooped some leftovers onto each. “A bit. He’s…odd.” Jamie frowned. “He’s your supervisor?”

“One of them. The only one who gives me a hard time at least. Why?”

Jamie placed one of the plates in the microwave and pursed his lips. “Nothing. Rumor is all. He’s part of the Scottish Antiquities Society and is known to be a ruthless businessman. He earned some unpopularity when he sold some rare Scottish coins to an Italian merchant a few years ago.” Jamie’s face darkened. “To sell outside of the society is bad enough, but to a foreign trader? For an extra 10% profit? He was nearly ejected.”

Claire considered this as she closed her pantry, groceries fully packed away. “Frank always talked about the scattered nature of Scottish history, especially after the 45' rising.”

“The antiquities society funded most of the recovery efforts since 1920. They were the ones who probably entrusted the coins to Harvey's family ages ago. To…” Jamie blushed suddenly, a sheepish look overtaking his expression. “Sorry, Sassenach.”

“For what?” Claire asked, taking a plate from him and handing him a fork.

“Bah, going on about nothing. My point was, Harvey's a bastard.” Jamie grumbled, sliding into the chair next to hers.

“So what else…”

Her hand grabbed his wrist and turned his arm over, revealing a terrible gash on his forearm.

“How the hell did you do this?” She asked, barely containing her alarm. Jamie barely looked up from his plate.

“A horse bit me.”

“…it BIT you?” She exclaimed.

“Aye, well. I got between him and his hay, ye ken. My fault for being ill-mannered with an ill-mannered horse.”

“I see,” she furrowed her brows. “Did you tell the owner about the foul thing?”

“Nah. I already bought him when he bit me.”

“You BOUGHT the creature that did this to you? He broke the skin!”

“Och, it’s no’ that bad.”

“Och, it is, damn it,” Claire growled, standing up. She dragged him from his seat and lead him to the bathroom where she pulled out her hydrogen peroxide and bacitracin.

Jamie stood silently as she grumbled her disagreement, cleaning his wound over her sink. When she had applied the ointment and wrapped it to her satisfaction, he let a small smile cross his lips.

“Well, that’s quite proper.”

“Do you know how many silly cuts and abrasions turn into full-blown blood and staph infections because people don’t clean them properly?”

“Is that right?” He said, pulling her close.

“I’m serious, you bloody…” he kissed her, but she wouldn’t be silenced that easily. She pulled away, glowering at his grin.

“Scot.”

A few hours later, they were curled into her sheets, clothes abandoned on the floor from their lovemaking. Claire laid nestled in Jamie’s arms, her back to his chest, with one of his hands gently cupping her breast.

He’d been telling her about Lallybroch, about his love for it and what they’d do and see this weekend when he fell quiet. Only the gentle drumming of his index finger let her know he was still awake.

“You make me so happy, Claire.”

She smiled, feeling a glow fill her chest near to the point of bursting. She kissed one of the knuckles on his hand.

“When I’m not lecturing you, you mean?”

“Nah. I’m happy then. I’d be happy if you were moody,” he nuzzled close to her ear. “Or cross. When your wee cheeks get red with anger…” he bit back a laugh as she frowned, “or even if you shrieked like a banshee.”

“I. Do not. Shriek.”

“I’ve heard you come, Sassenach. I like your shrieks just fine.”

She kicked at his shins until he turned her in his arms, planting a kiss on her nose.

“You make me happy too, at least when you aren’t being bitten by horses,” Claire murmured, curling into his chest.

“G’night, mo ghraidh.”

My darling, he had told her, when she asked what it meant.

“G’night, Jamie.”

Chapter 11 Part 1

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spideyxchelle · 7 years

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So what about a Grey's anatomy au or if you're not into Grey's just a first year medical residency au. Them being crazy competitive, but also low-key (high-key) into each other. 🙇

SQUEAK. OMFG. I am a sluuuut for first year residency AUs!!!

when Uncle Ben gets in a car accident when Peter is 14, Ben’s rushed to the ER. he remembers sitting in the waiting room hoping and praying for the best. but what he’ll never forget is when the doctor came out to his aunt and him and said, “I’m so sorry. We did everything we could.” and while he aunt falls apart in his scrawny arms his only thought is that maybe he could have done more, maybe he could have stopped Ben from passing. maybe he could have done SOMETHING. because Uncle Ben was only in the car to go and pick up ice cream FOR peter.

and that’s when he decides to become a doctor. because he owes it to that fourteen year old in the waiting room.

when he decides to go to MIT for pre-med Aunt May is really confused. because its a mostly math/tech school. but Peter has always had a passion for technology (before the accident he wanted to work for Stark Industries) so he goes to MIT to get a dual degree. engineering and pre-med. because no one can ever take away his engineering degree, even when he’s a doctor.

and when he graduates summa cum laude May is OVER the moon and then when Peter gets into Johns Hopkins she’s even MORE elated. because Johns Hopkins School of Medicine is a big deal.

and he’s tired during most of medical school, like exhausted, but he meets Ned Leeds who wants to be in gastroenterology and he’s never had a friend like Ned. like, Ned is the best. Ned understands him like no one ever has. and they both, for a time, wanted to go into engineering and both LOVE Stark Industries so, um, yea, basically best friends.

they even do their internship year together at Johns Hopkins and they’re tired but its fun. SO FUN. and such good friends.

SUCH good friends that when they’re applying to residency programs they hope they get placed in the same city. so they FREAK OUT when Ned gets in at Mount Sinai Hospital and Peter gets placed at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. YES NEW YORK CITY YES. and their respective hospitals are 20 minutes away from each other.

and because they’re so close to each other they figure ROOMMATES?! oh yea, roommates. besides, they’ll both be working the longest, hardest hours and living with someone who understands that will just be easier.

they get a place near Columbia University because its between the two hospitals and they’re near parks and its just great. they love their tiny two bed-room that is CRAZY expensive but whatever. it fits their needs.

they spend a month getting settled before they start their respective residencies and those weeks are some of the best of their lives. they go walking through the park, see some student music at the Manhattan School of Music where Ned meets a pretty oboe player named Betty Brant and they TOTALLY go on a few dates, and they just play a lot of x-box.

but then Ned starts his residency and its like he’s a ghost. and Peter starts to worry because WHAT HAS HE SIGNED UP FOR?!

80 hours a week is the answer. 80 HOURS A WEEK.

he gets his schedule in his email and freaks out. but he’s a little excited.

when he gets to the hospital for his first shift he’s met by his supervisor, a third year resident named Flash. and he’s a lot. like, so much. there are three other residents in his first year residency program and he wants to talk to them but Flash is too busy showing everyone around and telling them how GREAT he is for him to really chat with his residency peeps. by lunch time, they’ve meet what feels like a hundred people and Flash leaves them in the break room because he has to run off to go help with surgery.

everyone reaches for their lame sandwiches and Peter bounces in his seat. he can’t wait, he’s got to talk. “um, I’m Parker. Peter Parker, I mean.” the man in the green scrubs grins, “I’m Abe.” the girl in the pink scrubs is equally as excited, “I’m Cindy.” the final girl, in the brown scrubs, sips on her tea and has doesn’t introduce herself. the three other residents sit in silence, waiting for her to speak, and when two minutes pass, Peter tries, “what’s your name?” the girl in the brown puts down her tea cup, “Michelle.” and that’s it. she offers nothing else.

which is fine. because the other two residents, Abe and Cindy, talk to Peter with so much enthusiasm. its insane. they’re exhausted, all the time, but they’re having so much fun together. and Michelle does eventually start talking. sure, its only about residency stuff, but she talks. and they form their own little foursome unit.

four months into his residency, Peter and Ned figure out how to line up their off-days to hang out and watch netflix and work is hard but he’s really enjoying his life.

until he shows up to work one day and Flash is being an ass (that’s nothing new). and his day only starts going worse and worse and worse from there. he can’t stop for lunch because he’s needed to help in urgent care. so he’s tired, working a long shift, Flash is an ass, he’s missed lunch and THEN the Chief of Emergency Care who they’ve only met a handful of times decides to shadow the first year residents for the rest of the day. and Peter is NOT doing his best work because he’s tired and hungry and having a shitty day. and he’s so pissed off because OF COURSE TODAY is the day that the Chief decided to shadow them.

by the end of the day, Doctor Potts expresses how impressed she is with all of her first year residents and then turns to Michelle and says she’s impressed with her most of all. and peter tries not to take it personally but, again, he’s tired so he does.

he spends the rest of his shift sulking and that’s how Michelle finds him. he’s sulking in the break room eating his lame lunch five hours too late. she sips her tea and looks at him for a minute or so before she closes the door to the break room. “okay,” she says and Peter’s eyes widen because she’s talking to him not about work things, “you gotta get over it. you’ve been dragging us down all day because you’re in a pissy mood.” “I am not” “you are so. look, you’ve had an off couple of days. and that’s fine, but even if you were on your BEST mojo I’d still be better than you. so stop sulking.”

peter blinks, short circuits and stands up, “excuse me?” she puts her tea cup down and smirks, she fucking smirks (and fuck him its kind of hot), “i would be better than you. did i stutter?” he scoffs and walks around the table, “I went to Johns Hopkins.” “Harvard,” she quips. “oh, please.” “Harvard undergrad and med-school, MIT.” “MIT is a GREAT school.” “for engineers.” “you know what??” “what?” she challenges and that’s when Peter notices they’re very close.

suuuuuper close. and she’s taller than him.. has she always been taller than him?? he’s not sure. fuck. this is making him feel weird. and he’s tired. maybe being tired why he feels tingly.

Peter swallows and takes a step back, away from her and out of her space, “Doctor Jones, I’m not doing this with you.” Michelle smiles, and its a small smile and makes him feel weird, “Call me, MJ.”

and then, she’s gone. like they’d never just had an argument and gotten in each other’s faces and like it wasn’t hot. it was hot. is he crazy??? it was hot.

after that day Michelle, no sorry, MJ starts to interact with everyone more like a person. she makes fun of Abe’s weird coffee order (because who puts chocolate syrup in their coffee) and helps pick up some of Cindy’s shifts when she needs to go pick up her daughter from day care. and she also likes to tease peter. and he really likes it. he calls her Harvard, she calls him MIT. and they’re flirting. or he hopes they’re flirting.

in the very little downtown he has, peter tells ned all about MJ and, fuck, peter really likes her, he thinks. because they spend every day together and he sees her tired and brilliant and the moment that really solidifies it for peter is a day in the ER.

there is a little girl, no older than thirteen, whose brother got in a car accident. and peter suddenly feels like its uncle ben all over again. he remembers being only a year older than her and his whole life crashing around him. they aren’t called to surgery to help but that doesn’t mean that MJ doesn’t want to do something.

he finds her in the waiting room with the little girl a cup of tea in her hand and a cup of tea with the little girl. she’s hunched over whispering to her quietly. and when peter approaches he catches bits and pieces. she’s telling her about how good the doctors here are and about how the accident was pretty manageable and how she can’t promise anything but they are going to do the best they possibly can. and that is the moment where pretty realizes he’s pretty screwed. because he REALLY likes her.

after, when the girl’s brother is stable, Peter pulls MJ into a store room and hugs her. if she’s surprised, she doesn’t say. she just lets him hug her. lots of weird things happen in the hospital when doctors are insanely tired.

when he releases her, he blushes and stutters, “sorry, I just…what you did today was…” MJ kisses him. and in his head he does an excited little dance. peter’s hands shake while she kisses him because he’s not sure what to do. AGAIN, he’s tired. MJ pulls away and gives him a look, “did I misread this?” peter gulps and shakes his head, “no, uh, no you did not.” “cool,” she nods, and she’s kissing him again. this time his hands know where to go, her waist. they make out in the store room for thirty minutes until Peter’s pager goes off. and they have to go. emergency.

this goes on for the rest of their first year of residency but peter can’t figure out how to get them making out in the hospital to leave the hospital. like, he wants to make out with her OUTSIDE of the hospital. hell, he even wants to date her. it doesn’t help that Ned starts to officially date Betty and he seems so happy. and he wants to be that kind of happy but the girl that he likes he can’t get a read on. like DOES SHE REALLY LIKE HIM OR JUST WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH HIM??

also, the girl he likes is crazy competitive. like, just because she kisses his face doesn’t mean that she stops calling him MIT or insisting that she’s better than him. and that doesn’t stop the second year into their residency. so they’re always trying to out-do one another. which is a weird sort of foreplay for their makeout sessions. only make outs. because MJ wants to have sex but peter doesn’t want to have sex AT the hospital. he wants to do it in his bed, in his apartment with ample cuddling.

half way through their second year of residency, one of the first year residents, Gwen Stacey, arrives. and she’s nice and sweet and her and Peter get along. she’s got that stressed out first year residency thing going on and Peter thinks its endearing because that was him, he remembers. second year is easier to handle it all. you know what to expect.

but MJ doesn’t seem to like Gwen as much as everyone else. and it all bubbles over when MJ and Peter are making out during a 3 AM shift. MJ reaches for his pants, to pull them down, and Peter stalls, “hey, woah, come on. no.” she huffs and grumbles, “whatever, this has gone on long enough, anyway.” she turns to the door and Peter grabs for her hand, “hey, what do you mean? MJ what’s going on?” “I’m done.” peter’s heart drops, because he had been working up the nerve to ask her out and she’s DONE? “what,” he stutters, “what do you mean?” “you’re just going to go out with Doctor Stacey anyway, so…”

Peter is so thrown off, “what does this have to do with Gwen?” “you like her!” “of course I do. she’s nice. we’re friends.” “NO! you like her like her. and i’m not gonna pretend that this is going anywhere.”

he cups her face with his two hands, the exhaustion dripping off of him, “MJ, I don’t like Gwen like that. just you.” her chin wibbles and his heart breaks because she’s hurt and its his freakin’ fault. he brushes her hair behind her ear, “MJ, I want you. I’ve been trying to make this work for the past year….I just didn’t know how to….make it work.” she angrily wipes away a tear, “you could’ve just asked.” “then, I’m asking now. please.“

she tightens her jaw to keep her tears at bay, “Doctor Parker, I need to go.” “MJ, please,” he pleads. “Peter, just let it go.” and she throws open the door and leaves him.

the next month the hospital feels like a hole. MJ spends all of her time away from Peter and they’re so busy at the hospital he can’t find any time to speak to her. especially when she avoids him. like, the hospital is VERY large. and if MJ doesn’t want to be seen he won’t see her.

Gwen tries to cheer Peter up but he just wants MJ. he misses her. he misses her comments in the ER, he misses the way she steals his food during lunch and he misses her smile. her voice. everything about her.

five weeks after their fight, peter sees MJ in the weirdest place possible, the convenience store around the corner from his house. he’s so startled to see her out of her scrubs its shocks him. like, her in jeans should not be a turn on. it is.

he approaches her, nervously, “uh, hey MJ.” she stiffens and turns slowly to look at him. he notices the bag of lays chips in her hands and raises an eyebrow, “I thought you didn’t like chips. you always make fun of mine.” “that’s because you’re a loser.” “eating chips doesn’t make me a loser.” “is that what Gwen told you?” “god damn it, MJ,” peter groans, “I’m not with Gwen. I don’t even like Gwen. just you.”

she shakes her head, “I’ll see you at work, Doctor Parker.” “MJ-” “i don’t feel like being teased, Peter.” “I’m not teasing you. I care about you. please, just, gimme a chance to prove it.”

she squints at him, long and hard, “tomorrow, after work, we can eat Chinese food and pass out on your couch. and then, we’ll see.”

the next day at work peter may be tired but he’s so excited to see MJ after work he can’t even sit still. even when he sees her AT work its not even the same. because he’s gonna see her AFTER work. sounds amazing in his head. he must be grinning because she walks past him at lunch and tells him to knock it off. so he just smiles bigger.

then, after work, they head back to Peter’s apartment and its so quiet. the whole journey. because peter doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t want to fuck it up. on the subway, MJ grabs his hand and he EXPLODES with happiness on the inside. he whispers, “I really like you. its stupid how much.” she turns her head to look at him, “I like you, too. and shut up.”

they watch four episodes of the office and MJ writhes in agony because of some of the stuff that Michael and Dwight say and Peter is so content. because, he’s not even sure how its possible, but MJ outside of work is even better. her laugh. god, how did he live without hearing her laugh like this?

and at the start of episode 5, he can’t help himself, he kisses her. she wiggles and turns to kiss him more properly and they’re making out in his apartment. on his couch. its incredible. until NED walks in. he didn’t even know he didn’t have a shift??

MJ hops off the couch and introduces herself. while Peter sits there slack jawed. Ned and MJ are getting along and laughing and she just fits in his life. Doctor Jones. just how freakin’ incredible is she?

later, when MJ is in his bed (because he can do more than just make out with her in his bed in his apartment) Peter pulls her under his arm and nudges her with his nose, “hey.” she rolls her eyes and kissing him quick, “Doctor Parker” “that’s so sexy, Doctor Jones.” “please don’t tell me you have a doctor fantasy, loser. is that why you wanted to become a doctor?” and she’s laughing and teasing him an his life is so, so great. “no,” he shakes his head, “my uncle ben died when I was like fourteen. and I remember sitting in the ER and thinking maybe if I was there I could have changed something.” her face falls and she throws a protective arm around him, “i’m sorry.” “don’t be,” he shakes his head, “it was a long time ago.” “he was still your uncle.”

he cuddles her, “yea, he was.” she stretches around him, and whatever little bit of space they had during their cuddle is now gone. MJ is practically laying on top of him. they sit in companionable silence for several minutes.

and then, MJ says quietly, “are we dating?” she says it like she’s nervous about the answer. and peter GRINS, he rolls over on top of her, and she shrieks in delight. “oh yea,” he nods. “I’m gonna date the heck out of you, Doctor Jones.” “Doctor Parker, you don’t have to call me Doctor Jones.” “oh yea, I do,” and he’s smothering her with kisses.

at the end of their fourth year of residency, Peter gets a page from the Chief of Emergency Care, Pepper Potts. he rushes to her office and knocks, ducking his head in, “you asked for me, ma’am?” she spins around in her chair and huffs, “Oh, Peter. no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to send that page to you.”

“yea, MIT,” MJ’s voice echoes from the door, “she was calling for me.” Peter’s face lights up in a grin and crosses his arms over his chest, “you know what, Doctor Jones-Parker? most people have to be married to suffer this level of abuse.” she shines her wedding ring at him, “been there done that.”

and life is stressful and exhausting. but good. so good.

#headcanon ask #spideychelle #au

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loudgardencycle · 4 years

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Here we go

I was half way through my final semester of college, when after class my teacher asked if I had a few minutes. I said I did and we chit chatted as we walked to his office. I had him the semester before and also worked the concessions booth with him at the home football games.

We got to his office and he asks what my plans were after school. I told him I didn’t know what I was going to do. I hadn’t any job offers and was possibly thinking about grad school but I needed to get out and make some money first. He said he might know of a job and it would be possible that some of my grad school tuition might be available with the job. He asked if I had some of the papers I had written for his class. I did and I brought them in for him to send to the person looking for someone to hire. The only thing I really knew was that it was a position with another University.

About a week went by and I got to my dorm right as the phone rang. It was the professor calling to talk to me about the position with the University. At first I was excited, then eventually he let me know which University. I thought there was a mistake. He was located 3000 miles away. I told him that I was flattered, but that it was too far away from friends and family.

A few days passed and he called again and lets just say he sweetened the pot. As long as I was working for the school I could have access to a few graduate classes tuition free each semester. I said I would think about it and to make a long story short. Three months later I am on a plane cross country to a state I had never been to, an apartment I hadn’t seen, no transportation, and l had only spoken with my boss on the phone. What could go wrong ?

I arrive and immediately started work about a month before fall semester. My supervisor is nice and he gives me plenty of free space. My apartment is referred to as an efficiency, I call it a hotel room. It is cheap and the University paid the first months rent and started all of my utilities. I was told to go easy, by lets call him “Doc”, with my graduate classes. I didn’t take his advice. I wanted to be in and out of this place as quick as I could. So I took a full load. I paid for about half of it.

I should have listened. I was up at 5:30 to be in to the lab at 7:00 am. I studied during lunch and got off around 4:00. Classes started at 5:00pm I rolled back to the apartment by 10:00. Read, eat, go to bed, and do it all over again.

I didn’t have a moment to breath and before I knew it, the semester was almost over. I had no free time and then I realized I didn’t get laid the entire semester. I called an old boyfriend from back home and basically told him that I was coming home for Christmas and could I see him . I met him 2 days before Christmas at his apartment, we said hello and gave each other a hug and then went straight to the bedroom. I really needed that.

I was back at work right after New Years and started back into the same old grind. After about 2 months I was ready to pull my hair out. The apartment was way to small and I went up to the leasing agent to see if I could upgrade. I was a little hesitant about spending more money, but I could afford it. The girl that worked with the apartment complex could tell I was debating the larger apartment because of money, then she said they were looking for someone to work the pool bar during the summer. I think it paid $2.25 / hr plus tips. She said I could probably make $30 a day during the five hour shift. They needed someone Saturday and Sunday from 12 to 5. I figured I could make the difference in rent up in 2 weekends so I said I would give it a try.

Six weeks later I start the new job and the first day I made more tips than I thought and after a month I had enough money that I bought a bike. I was riding the University shuttle, but that was a pain in the ass. I was finally mobile. Another plus is that I was meeting people. Then I found out the apartment complex had a private club with a DJ. All this time I could have walked to the night club.

Anyway, One of the first people I met was a guy named Steve. He was tall and very lanky. I would say he was 6′4″ and 150lbs wet. He eventually became a really good friend. A few weeks into the job this really “hot” guy comes up to the bar and orders a drink, takes it, goes off to a table and takes off his shirt. He was so good looking ! I just stared at him. There was not a mark or blemish on this guy. He was oblivious to me staring at him, he just sat there and read his book. I kept eyeing his glass so I could go over and ask if he needed a drink. When I did go over and ask if he wanted another he just said, “sure” and looked right back down at his book. It was time to take a different approach. I have always dressed very conservatively, but I had to get this guy’s attention so I untucked my blouse and tied the bottom in a knot to show my belly and unbuttoned enough up top to expose my tits. I figured I would restock some soda to give me a chance to walk by his table. The stock closet was next to the pool. I made sure I said something to him on my way to get some more soda. Once again he just glanced up, then his eyes went back to his book. On the way back I was carrying 2 12 packs of soda and I used my forearms to squeeze my tits up and together. I was walking hard on my heels to make my boobs bounce as I strolled by him. Now usually my tits are like kryptonite to mortal men. This guy couldn’t care less.

He later comes up, settles his tab and leaves. I was astonished. My tits were powerless on him. He would always come in on a Sunday afternoon and do the same thing. I would sit there and drool over him. I figured he must have a girlfriend so eventually I lost interest in him. I found myself fantasizing about him in bed at night on numerous occasions.

So the long and lanky guy only had one think on his mind, cooking. He was fresh out of culinary school and he had a side job catering a small party coming up. He wanted to know if I would tell him what I thought about his menu for the party. He asked if I could come over one evening. I agreed and became his guinea pig for the night. I was there for a while when I heard a key in the door and in walks the really good looking guy I see at the pool every Sunday. I figured Steve was fixing me up with him. Nope. He said hello to the both of us then headed straight for the sofa and cut on the TV.

After a while I noticed things in the apartment that might suggest Steve was gay. I didn’t know about the other one. Mainly there were a lot of Roman pictures and Greek bust scattered around. I began to suspect they shared a one bedroom apartment and if that was true it would explain why shoving my boobs in Barry’s face had no effect on him. I asked to use the bathroom and intentionally went in the bedroom. Just as I had guessed. One big ‘ol King size bed.

Eventually they came out with me. It’s funny, one of the first things I had thought about was what did Barry see in Steve. They were like the odd couple. Anyway, as time passed we all became really good friends and usually did something together at least twice a month. As time went by they showed that they were still guys and would always hit on me and tell me how they would love to get me in bed. For the most part I ignored them thinking they were just trying to get a reaction from me. Although I did see a picture of Steve’s prom date and also learned that Barry was actually married for close to three years. So I am assuming that they were at least bisexual. I had always thought that if something happened to the relationship and I had a chance to be with Barry for a night, I probably would. He truly was gorgeous. His chest was massive and seriously not a mark or freckle on him.

You have all heard the phrase, “All good things must come to an end.” Barry had gotten a promotion and he would be in a different location. The two of them had decided to move closer to his new location and they were moving themselves a car load at a time. I had been seeing someone for a while. They had met him and very bluntly told me they thought he was a “roamer”. I didn’t see it personally.

I was out one evening with some friends, actually it was at the same country bar I had mentioned in the first post. I was walking around the place and I saw the guy I had been seeing and he was there with another woman. It wasn’t a just going out as friends thing either. He was all over her. I should have made a scene, but I opted out of that one and just went home. Someone had left some liquor over a while back and I started drinking. I was sitting out on the balcony when I heard the unmistakable sound of Steve’s ‘bug’ with no exhaust. They were there picking up another load of stuff. I called out to them and they invited me over. I made another drink even though I had enough already.

I hadn’t told them about my night. They were busy packing boxes as we talked. After a while the conversation turned to them hitting on me. Not bad, just a few sexual innuendoes of how they could pleasure me like never before. I typically would ignore them when they started making these comments. Although I hadn’t been this drunk or just found out I had been cheated on. They hadn’t run their air conditioning since they weren’t still living there. I think it was Barry that started saying how hot it was as he took off his shirt. Then before you know it the both of them were down to their underwear. Quite out of character for me, I agreed and took my blouse off. It was no big deal, they had seen me in a bikini before.

Not to drag this out to far...somehow I found myself sitting on the futon with my bra pulled up over my tits and my pants around my ankles. In a span of about 7 minutes I had sex with both of them. That’s right, 7 minutes and it was over. There was no threesome. Barry penetrated me first then when he was finished Steve took his place. Luckily I was on the pill. There was no discussion on birth control. For over a year at least I was told how given a chance, they would give me the night of my life. It was a disaster. I pulled my pants up and put my blouse back on and headed back to my apartment. It had to be the biggest mistake of my life. I swore off men and put my focus back on my studies and getting back home.

That worked fine for a while. I would be going back home in a few months and I could call my old boyfriend and have a romp in the sack, then one more semester and maybe a summer session and I’m on my way back home. I bumped into one of the old leasing agents from the apartment complex and she invited me to a Halloween party. I didn’t get out much and figured it would be a good diversion. I began to hit the consignment stores for a costume and found this really nice jet black wig. I immediately thought of Elvira, the buxom vampire. I might be dating myself on that one. I had enough black clothes to make it work. As I probably have previously said, I have always dressed very conservatively, this was nowhere close to that. The typical response at the party was, “Oh my God, I never knew you had a rack like that”. I had brought a bottle of wine and stayed close to some of the people from the apartment complexes office. I was having a great time when all of the sudden I see Steve come in the sliding glass door, then in comes Barry. I panicked. I moved over to be blocked by the refrigerator but eventually they saw me. I pulled both of them to the side and asked who they had told about our last meeting in their apartment. They said they would never do anything like that and that my secret was safe. They went back outside, there was a fire pit that everyone was huddling around. I was still anxious and there was an open bar so I changed to the hard stuff. Liquor and me don’t really mix. I was too drunk to drive and Steve ended up driving my car back to their new place as Barry followed. Eventually the conversation about our last meeting came up. I let it be known that the months of them telling me how they would give me a night to remember was definitely not a night I wanted to remember. They were ready to put me to bed and they got me a tee shirt to sleep in. It wasn’t long till they started flirting with me again. I had thought many times about that night and one of the things that kept coming up was how I had wished that even just for a second I would have had both of their dicks in me at the same time. Just to see what it was like. You know that in my entire life I had never met anyone that has had a threesome? In a way, it was a fantasy of mine...Actually, thinking about it, It was never a fantasy of mine. A little while later I got a second chance. So instead of 7 minutes like the first time, It was about 10 minutes. However, for about 3 or 4 minutes of that time I did get to have a legitimate threesome. OK, it was enjoyable in some ways. Mainly it was awkward and took a lot of concentration. It actually wasn’t at all enjoyable. I never said to myself, “Wow, I can’t wait to do that again.” After getting that close the first time, I thought that given a second chance, I would make sure it happened and I did. I got up early and found my keys on the counter and off I go before they awoke. I figured I would never see them again as I hadn’t seen them in 6 months. I would be home in the fall and I would start over at home.

I was home by the time the sun was coming up. I was beat and went straight to bed. I got at least an hour of sleep and being that it was my day off I figured I would get out early and get my groceries for the week. I wasn’t there any time at all and I ran into a few people that were at the party the night before. They were excited that I was going to go out on the boat with them. Boat ? I didn’t know what they were talking about. Then one of the other girls that I knew from the apartment leasing office said she thought the guy with the boat liked me. What guy? I was drinking liquor the night before and I couldn’t recall anything. Then the guy that owned the boat came walking up and said how great it was that I was going out with them. I had to be honest and told him I was only here to go shopping. The guy wasn’t bad looking and with all of them asking for me to go, I said I would. It was fun, it was my first time on a small boat. I started drinking again with them and I could tell that the guy must have been somewhat interested in me as he was very attentive to my every word.

I gave him my phone number at the end of the day and ended up going out on the boat again the next Friday evening and we were able to dock at a restaurant and get dinner. He was a gentleman and I had a good time. He got me home and gave me a hug at the door. He could have kissed me. Well, within a week we were kissing passionately and talking on the phone at least every other night. The next thing I knew I was in bed with him and the foreplay lasted so long I was dripping wet. It had to be one of the best fucks I ever had. Before to long we were having sex at least 3 times a week as we were staying at each others apartments very frequently. Within a month we were essentially roommates.

I only had about seven months before I was going to move back home and I began to wonder if I would move back since I was beginning to get so attached to him. The sex was great ! There were times when I would meet him at the door after work naked. I had this blond wig that I would wear sometimes. I called myself “Babs” and Babs let me tell you, was a total slut ! I would do anything he wanted when I wore that wig. Actually, I would do anything he wanted whenever. I just remembered this, He and a coworker were out of town and they had a flight cancelled due to weather. They both slept in the airport that night and when he finally came through the door he looked like Hell. He was tired and hungry so I laid him down on the sofa and went to cook him something to eat. He said he was too tired to sleep and I went down on him and sucked him off. He was asleep in five minutes. Anyway, with the amount of sex we had, getting pregnant was inevitable. Everything was great at first but I don’t think he was cut out to be a dad and we went our separate ways unfortunately.

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Bear: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read.

@writing-obrien

Warning: NSFW 18+

Word count: 4,814

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Stuart’s POV

How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course. Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor.

She was pretty much guaranteed the job when they advertised at her college and she was the first one to sign her name in her messy handwriting. We took a look at her background and she has the cleanest track record I’ve ever seen. Never smokes, doesn’t drink, and I wouldn’t be even remotely surprised if she were still a virgin.

Anyways, when she first stepped through the doors of google, I was completely awestruck, much like every other guy within a 20 foot radius of her. I’ll never forget the way those jeans hugged her curves and how her Marvel t-shirt clung to her hips and dipped into a teasingly low v-line. We all just stood there staring at her while she awkwardly looked around.

“Um.. Hi?” She said, offering a small wave. Neha came up to her, chuckling. “Stare harder guys and you actually might get her clothes off.” She said before grabbing her hand and dragging her off. Later on that day, my boss came up to my desk with her hot on his tail. “Hello, Stuart. To cut this short, you’re her supervisor and I need you to show her the basics.” He said quickly before leaving me with her.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out and smiled at me. She was very timid. I stared at her hand, completely forgetting how to interact with a human and looked back up at her, my face blank. She awkwardly retracted her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. I huffed out a sigh before standing up and walking past her motioning for her to follow me.

I lead her down the halls, showing her the various conference rooms, watching as she takes all of it in from the corner of my eye. “Oh, hey, Stuart!” a guy who I’ve honestly forgotten the name of said, coming up to us with an overly sweet smile. “What’s up?” I asked, giving him an awkward bro hug. “Nothin’ much. Ya know, just hanging around getting my stuff done,” he looked over my shoulder, pretending to just now notice Y/N and shoved me aside.

“And who might this be?” he asked, sending her a flirty smile. She introduced herself and he continued to flirt with her. Or at least tried. The poor thing honestly just looked confused and when he actually asked for her number, a little too aggressively, she looked frightened.

“Actually, we should be going. I have to keep showing her around.” I interrupted, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway. “That was…. very strange.” She chuckled and my lips quirked up a little. Only a little. I lead her back to our office and showed her to her desk. “Alright, and that concludes the tour, that seemed to drag on for nine years,” I meant to say that last part quietly but I think she heard it because she frowned a little. “Anyways, if you’re confused or need help then come up and ask me or more preferably anyone else.” With those last (rude) words, I turned and headed back to my desk.

“Wow, now your chances with her have surpassed negative eight.” Billy said, clapping a hand onto my shoulder. “Who said I wanted to get with her. For all we know, she could be the biggest bitch in the universe. I’m not setting myself up that low.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“BULLSHIT!!” He exclaimed, causing a few heads to turn in our direction. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “She has got to be the purest soul that has ever stepped foot into this building and she can’t keep her eyes off of you.” He gestured his head towards her direction and I looked to see her talking to Neha, but her eyes were focused on me and they were flooded with curiosity. She smiled at me and then turned back to Neha. “Maybe she’s an observer.” I shrugged my shoulders. I heard him scoff while muttering a ‘whatever’.

“Alright fine. But you have to admit, she’s pretty hot and and the only reason why any man wouldn’t want to get with that is because they are gay. Are you gay Stuart?” He asked, trying to strike a nerve. I glared at him, causing him to chuckle. “No. I am not gay. Dude, you’re old enough to be her great uncle,” I suppressed a smug grin as he scowled at me. “You shouldn’t be thinking like that or I may peg you as a pedophile.”

“She’s over 18, you shit face.” he spat before walking back to his desk, his scowl turning deeper at the sound of my laughter. “I feel the love, buddy.” I said sarcastically before turning back to my work. And by work, I mean my phone.

And that was our first impressions of each other. Ever since that day, I’ve had a serious case of Apodyopsis every time I looked her way. Every time she would come up to me, her cleavage would tease me, and her legs were begging to be wrapped around my head or my waist, so I could pound her into a parallel universe or make her scream so loud that a siren would be jealous, but I couldn’t.

So, I would just sit there with a semi-hard on and give her the assistance she needed while throwing in an unneeded snarky comment. Every time I would make a comment about her, she would deflate and trudge back to her desk, where she worked quietly for the rest of the day. I honestly felt terrible for how I was acting, but it was either that or completely lose my shit and do things to her that would make the devil blush and I opted for the first option.

It was one of those rare occasions where she actually smiled. Everyone knew that she was extremely kind, but every time I looked her way, she was either sporting the best resting bitch face in history or this adorable little upwards curl on the corner of her lips, that made her look innocent.

That’s another reason why I avoided her. Her innocence just makes me want her more, and if she’s as innocent as I think she is, then even the slightest look into my thoughts about her could have her holding out a restraining order on me. I don’t stand a chance with her.

Anyways, it was one of those occasions when she actually had a genuine smile on her face. That smile that could light up the whole room. That smile that could outshine the stars. That smile that could make the sun jealous. The only problem was that I wasn’t the one who was making her smile. She had just gotten a little stuffed bear, to add to her collection on her desk. Yep, She had a collection.

She had a collection of stuffed bears that aligned her desk, near her laptop, on top of her phone, some under her desk if they were too big. Some of them were welcoming gifts from the staff, others were from her family. I debated on getting her one, but decided not to. She got yet another stuffed bear from Neha. This one in particular was a bear dressed as Princess Leia in her slave bikini. “Wow, the Princess Leia slave bikini. Chain and everything. Not enough to strangle anyone, but just enough to make things interesting.” Y/N said to Neha with a wink. They both grinned at each other before walking off.

“You gotta stop eye raping her, man. That shit’s creepy.” Nick said, coming up from behind me. “I have an idea, why don’t you just ask her out. You might actually get somewhere with her.” I rolled my eyes and stood up to use the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom, Graham just so happened to walk in, cocky as ever. “I heard you’re having a little bit of trouble in romance, my dear Stuart.” He implied, in his bullshit accent. “Dude, I am standing in front of a urinal with my pants halfway down and my junk out. Add that to the fact that you’re a douche bag and I hate you with every single fiber in my being, you are the last person I want relationship advice from.”

He just shrugged and proceeded to walk to the door. “Those are some very nice shorts Y/N has on today. Makes you just wanna walk up to her and just….. grab at her ass. You know, you don’t have a chance with her, like at all.” I tried to show that it didn’t affect me. “But you know, she was lucky enough to catch my attention, so I just might get up in that.”

By this time, I had finished and was washing my hands. “You know, walking to the bathroom only to watch me pee and not use the bathroom yourself really says a lot about your character, Graham.” I said, shoving past him and walking back to my coworkers.

It seems like no one will give me a break about this girl.

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“Why are you always such an asshole to me?” Y/N yelled, trying to mask her hurt expression with anger. I glared at her seemingly getting more irritated as the night moved along. “Maybe because you’re acting like a fucking slut, shoving your tongue down some random girl’s throat!”

Yes, you heard that right.

Billy and Nick thought that it would be a good idea to go out and have some “fun” to make Y/N seem more welcome to the group considering that she’s still somewhat new. So here we are at the same exact strip club where we all got drunk off of our asses.

Yo-yo was already getting his third lap dance, Lyle was sitting with Billy and Nick who were kind of playing chaperone, I lost Neha and Y/N, and I was sitting at the bar alone drowning in vodka shots and my thoughts. I was thinking about going to find Y/N and apologizing to her for being a first class douche bag. Obviously, I’m a more rational thinker when I’m tipsy. Setting my drink down, I set off to actually find her. And when I did find her, I was quite amused.

Y/N stood on the dance floor in between two strippers grinding her ass off. I crossed my arms, leaning against the wooden post and stared at the way her body moved between them. She looked over and caught me staring, a smirk grazing her lips as she winked at me. She gestured me over with her finger and I stood there, challenging her with my own smirk. She pouted a little before tuning to the stripper in front of her, running her hands her body and onto her exposed breasts. The stripper behind her grabbed her waist, pulling her close to her to whisper something in her ear.

They both turned to look at me again but I was too preoccupied with the way her hips moved and how she bit her lip when I met her eyes again. She pulled away from them and walked up to me, a childish grin making it’s way across her lips.

“Stewie, come dance! Cocoa and Rainbow are so much fuuunn.” she giggled as she threw her arms around me and made me support her weight. I looked over at the two strippers - Cocoa and Rainbow apparently - and saw that they were beckoning us over while still dancing. Looking down at Y/N, she had a childish pout on her lips and her dilated pupils looked up at me. “You’re drunk.” I stated, chuckling as she rested her head on my chest. “And you’re sexy.” She slurred, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline.

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” she whispered and I laughed a little as her arms snaked around my waist. This felt nice. Even though she was drunk off of her ass and won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but I was gonna make the most of it. She suddenly pulled away from me and grabbed my hand dragging me back to the dance floor. “Get some, Stuart!” Nick yelled and I turned to see him and Billy giving me smug looks. I rolled my eyes and let myself get dragged by Y/N.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the little hairs and I slowly wrapped my arms around her hips bringing her closer to me. She turned around so her back was against my chest and she ground her hips into mine. I bit my lip as I leaned down and pressed light kisses to her neck, feeling her shiver. She turned around in my arms, her eyes slightly darker.

She slowly turned around, going back to the stripper, who I assume was Cocoa. She smiled at her, pulling her in by her hips before crashing her lips onto hers. Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that. I turned my attention from the current make-out session and saw the group just as shocked as me. “When I told her to just let go and go crazy, I didn’t think she was going to go that far!” Neha yelled over the music.

My reality started crashing down as I watched Cocoa slip her tongue into Y/N’s mouth and as Y/N’s hand moved up to squeeze her breasts. I watched as a group of men started cheering them on and I felt my blood boil as when Y/N pulled away some grandpa grabbed her hips and started to grind with her as she smiled wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. She looked like she was having fun, like she felt free. But, I was too pissed with the way that guy, Cocoa and Rainbow were dancing with her to care.

So, when she turned to me and gave me a bright happy smile, I scoffed, rolled my eyes and stormed out.

Which takes us to reality and why we’re arguing. “How am I the slut? I was having fun! Maybe if you weren’t too busy acting like someone shoved a stick up your ass, you would know what that is!” She huffed as she crossed her arms. I wasn’t being fair and I knew it, but the alcohol coursing through my system made me not give a shit.

“Oh yeah, you know letting some pervert dance with you while you make out with a stripper is totally fun, right?”

“Stuart, what are you talking about? You let a stripper deep throat your finger the last time we were there. Let the girl have some fun.” Nick interjected. Y/N grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the group.

“What are you getting so mad about? I thought you and I were having fun and that maybe you-”

“Maybe I what? That maybe I actually liked you?” I let out a humorless laugh. I saw her cheeks and ears beginning to turn pink. “Listen, Y/N, on that dance floor meant nothing. And if you’re as dense as to think that I would like you over a drunken dance, then you need to wake up and join the real world, or else you’re gonna get hurt.” I was lying straight through my teeth. That dance and that moment when I held her in my arms meant a whole lot more than it probably should have.

She looked at me, shocked, before her eyes filled with tears and her ears turned a darker shade of red. She glared at me, lifting her hand and slapping me across the face before turning and running off, running past the group and towards the highway. Everyone gave me disapproving looks before running and trying to catch up with her.

I fucked up.

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Ever since that night, Y/N has tried her damned near hardest to avoid me. Whether it be during a lecture, at the cafe, in our office, she would move from one side of the room to the other, like I had the plague.

Whenever she would need help with something, she would literally ask everyone but me. I needed to find a way to talk to her. Which is why I devised a plan to get her to converse with me even if she didn’t want to.

As we were all walking down the hall for another lecture, I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty conference room. She yelped at the sudden action and glared at me when I closed the door and leaned against it. “What do you want?” She snapped, her stance cautious and alert as she stared me down. “I wanna ask you…. if you want to come over to my place and……. watch a movie?” What the hell was I doing?

Her glare became stonier. “You really think that asking me to a movie night is going to make the way you acted and what you said to me is going to make things better between us?” She asked, crossing her arms, moving towards the door, trying to push me out of the way. I held my ground and I could tell she was getting frustrated as she huffed and pouted. I tried not to show that I was amused and remained “serious”.

“Look, Y/N, I had a lot of alcohol in my system and I wasn’t in my right mind. I had no right to treat you like that and say that stuff to you, so I’m sorry..” Apologizing felt a little foreign, but I went with it. She stared at me a little before her features softened. “Let me make it up to you. I’m throwing a movie night,” I declared, gently grabbing her arms. “Everyone is invited and if you accept, I will be able to show you, that I’m not as much of an asshole as I put myself out to be.” she chuckled a little, rolling her eyes. “So, can I count on you being there? And if you’re not into it, you can walk out of this room, pretend this never happened and I’ll leave you alone.” I crossed my fingers and every possible appendage that she would say yes.

She stayed silent for a while and I thought that I would have to break out the puppy dog eyes before she sighed and rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “There better be snacks.” She stated, smiling at me before walking past me and out the door. I let out a huge breath of relief, leaning against the door for support as a huge smile made it’s journey across my face.

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When I announced a sudden movie night at my house, the group were surprised to say the least. My excuse for the questions was me being honest. “I want to make up for me being an asshole.” So, here I was on this rainy Saturday afternoon, planning for my last minute gathering.

I had all the snacks set up. Chips, popcorn, candy and a stack of movies aligned itself on my table. I smiled at my work before my phone vibrated in my pocket and I looked to see that I got a text from the group. My smile dropped immediately. Everyone in the group had canceled, whether it be from other last minute plans or emergencies. The only one who didn’t text me was Y/N, but I doubt that she was still coming. I guess I blew my shot to redeem myself.

As I was about to start cleaning up my snacks and putting away the movies, a knock sounded on my door. I set the movies down and walked towards my door, opening it to see a drenched Y/N. “Hey,” she stated, seemingly out of breath. “I over slept and almost missed the bus. Am I too late?” she asked, noticing my empty living room.

“No, you’re right on time. Everyone else just couldn’t make it.” I shrugged my shoulders and she nodded, stepping inside the house. I noticed her shivering and dashed off to my room, trying to find a clean shirt for her. I managed to find one and a pair of boxers before I went back into the living room. She tried to protest, but I insisted and directed her to the bathroom. While I was trying to pour us some drinks, I didn’t hear her step in the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” she asked timidly, startling me and causing me to jump. I turned to her and swallowed a little.

Why is seeing a woman in your clothing such a turn on? “U-uh, no, no I-I’m fine. Just go ahead and get settled in the - um - the living room. A-And I’ll meet you there.” I wanted to punch myself for fumbling with my words. She smiled at me before disappearing into the living room. We ended up watching a comedy and as the movie progressed, we ended up shifting closer together. Every time she would laugh, I would stare at her. I loved the way she laughed, it wasn’t like those annoying little school girl giggles. It was real. She looked over at me after she felt me staring. I felt myself leaning closer, watching as she began to lean in too. Just as our lips brushed, she pulled away with a small smile. “I’m gonna go get some more soda.” she said with a wink and a giggle.

A smirk etched across my face as she stood up and walked away, a little sway to her hips. “Who knew you were such a little tease?” I said sitting up. She turned around and challenged me with a smirk of her own. “Am I?” She asked, slowly running her hands up her body and into her hair. I found myself nodding my head as I stared at her and watched her hands roam her body.

I watched in awe as she groped her breasts through the shirt and her hips moved in a slow rhythm.

Fuck it.

I stood up and stalked towards her, grabbing her and shoving her against the wall. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked, my breath fanning over her ear. A smirk graced my lips as I saw the goose bumps spread across her (y/s/c) skin. “Do you know the amount of restraint it took me to not bend you over my desk and fuck you until you’re crying tears of full pleasure every single time you so much as glance my way?” My hand slowly trailed down her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, and to finally coil around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My thigh slotted between her legs as she held onto my biceps to keep herself up.

“I-” her voice caught in her throat as I pushed her (h/c) hair behind her ear. I dipped down and softly pressed kisses across her throat, all the way down to her collarbone. “Use your words, Bear.” I saw as a blush crept onto her ears, at the nickname I gave her. I actually quite like that nickname, since it fits her so well. “I-I always thought you hated me because - you know- I tend to be annoying and clueless, so I can see why you wouldn’t like me, but I like you…” her voice got quieter as she trailed off. I chuckled as I trailed my kisses back up, stopping right below her ear. “I never hated you, Bear. And you’re not clueless.” I whispered, rewarded with a shiver. “But I-” the fact that she actually thought of herself that way and tried to protest it made me a certain type of angry. I cut her off by nipping harshly at that spot below her ear, causing her to yelp.

I lifted my head and crashed my lips onto hers, squeezing her hips, making her gasp out giving me enough room to push my tongue in between her lips. I would like to say that the kiss was nice and innocent, but it really wasn’t. My tongue dominated her mouth as she desperately tried to keep up with my pace, me occasionally biting her bottom lip. I explored every crevice of her mouth, bringing my hands down to her ass, making her grind against my thigh. She pulled away from me, chest heaving as she tilted her head back. I nipped at her throat, a whimper leaving her lips. I came to my senses, snapping out of my lustful state momentarily. “You have to tell me to stop,” I murmured into her neck. “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop, right now.”

“Please don’t. I want- I need- I-” she sounded absolutely wrecked and I smirked as I forced her to grind harder. “What do you need?”

“I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only coherent thing I can say. I need you to fuck me until I’m cumming all over your cock and I’m covered in so much of your cum that I’ll belong to you and only you. Please, Stuart.” She whined, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Look at my naughty little Bear, so needy for my cock to fill her up. You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” I teased, watching as she nodded frantically, her (e/c) eyes staring back at me, darkening with lust by the second. I stopped her grinding on me, adoring the small cry she made at the loss of friction and began to undo the ties of my sweatpants. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees, eye level with my crotch. She bit her lip as she shyly began to palm at my erection, causing me to groan at the contact, before she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down, along with my boxers.

Her eyes widened a little at the sight of my cock and she lifted a hand to wrap around me, causing me to buck into her hand. She leaned forward and sensually kitten licked the tip, all the while keeping eye contact with me. Oh, I was going to ruin her.

She finally placed her whole mouth on me, gently sucking the tip while she pumped me in her hand. She looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes of hers and something in me snapped. I grabbed a fist full of hair and started thrusting as fast as I could, relishing in the feel of hitting the back of her throat each time. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations going straight through me as I continued to fuck her mouth. I pulled back to let her breathe as she started pumping my cock with two hands, looking up at me, before spitting on the head and spreading it along my length. I groaned out as I pulled her up and slammed my lips back onto hers, trailing my hands down to her thighs, signaling her to jump.

Stepping out of my sweatpants, I turned and headed towards my room. I laid her on the bed, pulling my shirt off, like it burned my skin, making quick work to remove her clothes as well. I admired her naked body laying down, only for me. I felt a strong surge of possessiveness course through my body, as I pounced on her, my hands roaming all over her warm skin. “Mine.” I grunted as I grind my hips into hers, my dick sliding teasingly through her folds. “Please, Stuart. I’m yours, only yours, please.” She breathed out, lifting her hips to meet mine. I decided to put us both out of our misery and lined myself up with her entrance.

Slowly pushing in, I watched with a dazed expression as her eyes fluttered shut, and she arched up into me, her breast catching my attention. I quickly leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth flicking my tongue over the hardened nub as she cried out and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, hitting a new angle. I groaned, pulling out almost all the way before snapping my hips back in. She reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards.

I brought my lips down to hers, our tongues battling for dominance as I starting snapping my hips into hers at a rapid pace. She moaned against my lips as I went faster, my pace almost punishing. “Fuck, Stuart. Feels s-so good!” She moaned as she began to buck her hips, matching my pace. I groaned at the feeling, hiking one of her legs onto my shoulder, pounding deeper into her pussy.

I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, ducking my head down to take her left nipple into my mouth again. I flicked my tongue over her hardened bud and felt her walls clench around me furiously as she threw her head back, bucking her hips up to ride out her orgasm, small whimpers leaving her lips. She relaxed after a couple seconds, breathing heavily as I pulled out.

I was far from finished with her.

I gently flipped her over onto her stomach and she quickly got the message and adjusted herself, rubbing her dripping pussy against my cock. I tease her folds with my tip, my other hand smoothing over the soft flesh of her ass before I lifted it and sent a swift smack to the skin. Y/N lurched forward and yelped gripping harshly onto the sheet. I saw the arousal drip from her pussy down her thigh. I grope the flesh of her ass, smoothing down the skin as I lifted my hand and slapped it again.

She lurched forward again, letting out a little whine, pushing her ass further into my hand. “You like that, baby?” I asked, teasingly as I watched her grind herself against my cock. She nodded her head rapidly and I landed another smack to her skin. “Yes! I love it! I love so much!” She whined, as I teased her folds with my tip again. I pushed in slowly, setting my punishing pace as she bit into the pillow, trying to keep herself quiet.

I quickly pulled her up against my chest, groaning as she pushed herself against me to match my thrusts. “Come on, baby girl, don’t hide those pretty little noises you make. It’s just me and you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” I grunted in her ear, rewarded with a small moan. I wanted to hear more. I snaked one of my hands up and wrapped my fingers around her neck, squeezing hard, but not enough to cut off her air supply. Y/N let out a long filthy moan, my other hand snaking down to her clit. She let out a string of moans as she desperately gripped onto my forearms. “You gonna cum, baby? Huh? You gonna coat my cock in your juices?”

"Yes!“

"Yes, what?” I asked, thrusting faster.

"Yes sir!“ She screamed as clenched around me again, riding out her second orgasm.

She slumped down as I pulled out of her. I sat down on the bed and pulled her into my lap, bringing her lips to mine. I caressed her face as she slipped her tongue in my mouth, groaning as my hands traveled down her body to her clit. Her legs twitched as I began to rub slow circles on her sensitive nub and she whimpered into my mouth, grabbing onto my shoulders for support. “You’re so sensitive, Bear. And your pussy is dripping.” I teased in as I began to kiss her neck, sucking on the skin and claiming her as mine.

“You didn’t cum.” She stated, reaching down to stroke my throbbing dick. I groaned at the contact and pulled her hand away, placing a quick kiss to her lips before turning her in my lap, her back against my chest. I began to tease her clit with my tip, my smirk getting bigger every time I saw her thigh twitch.

I slowly eased into her and the warmth of her walls surrounding me was almost enough to make me cum on the spot, but I restrained myself. I started slow, loving the feeling of her grinding back against me as she laid her head on my shoulder. Both of my hands found their way to her breast, pinching at her nipples as my pace got faster. She whimpered as she tried to close her legs around me but I held her thighs open as I sped up, listening to my skin slapping against hers and her strangled cries of pleasure.

I groaned as I angled my hips a little and felt her clench hard around me. I pulled one of my hands away from her breast and trailed it down her stomach, her skin hot and sweaty. I rubbed hard circles on her clit, feeling her walls clench around me in a somewhat frenzy, her release so close.

“Shit! Stuart, I’m- Fuck!” She screamed, as I rubbed faster and my hips snapped into hers rapidly. I leaned up and bit her earlobe. “C’mon baby. Let it all out. Squirt all over my cock.” I grunted as her walls convulsed and she came, chanting my name like a prayer as her juices sprayed onto the bed sheets. I groaned loudly, helping her ride out her orgasm, before pulling out of her. I made her kneel in front of me, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and pumping my cock vigorously with the other.

I watched as she stared up at me with glazed over (e/c) eyes and her tongue darted out to give a quick lick to my tip. My moans bounced off the walls, as I finally released, my cum shooting onto her flushed cheeks and into her open mouth, some of it getting on her chin and dripping down onto her chest.

I slumped onto the bed, watching as she swallowed what landed in her mouth before looking over at me and teasingly swiping her thumb over her nipple, gathering more before bringing it up to her mouth. She then smiled that cute little innocent smile at me and I huffed, pushing myself up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. “You are literally going to be the death of me.” I mumbled as I carefully wiped her clean.

She pouted as I wiped her cheek, leaning up to kiss my nose. “How is it that you could be covered in cum and still look so innocent? I feel like I may have violated you or something.” I said, kissing her cheek after she was clean. She giggled as I pulled her to lay on top of me, wrapping the blankets around us. “I look innocent on the outside but I have the mind of a professional porn star.” She stated, causing me to laugh.

It was silent for a moment as we lay there, me stroking her hair and back gently. “You know, I never hated you, Bear. I just thought that you would never give me the time of day, and that kind of made me bitter.” She wrapped her arms tighter around me and placed a quick kiss to my lips. “It’s okay even though your thinking was completely irrational ” She smiled. I smiled back before thinking it over. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” I declared, earning a look of curiosity from her. “How?” She asked, sitting up so she was straddling me. I smirked as I grabbed her waist and pulled her body up until she was hovering over my face. “Stuart? W-what are you- Oh fuck!” She began to ask me, but cried out soon after when I licked a long stripe from her folds to her clit.

“For starters I think I’m gonna take my time appreciating this pretty little pussy of yours. Make you cum all over my face and then shove my tongue down your throat so you can taste yourself.” I stated attacking her cunt and attaching my lips to her clit sucking hard. She stuttered out curses as she rocked herself against my face shamelessly. I moved from her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole, groaning when she reached down and tugged on a fistful of my hair.

I began thrusting my tongue in her, looking up to see her gripping the headboard, her eyes closed and her mouth open in the perfect ‘O’ shape. I squeezed her ass and smacked it, right as I began to nibble on her clit and that was her undoing. The hand in my hair tightened as she held me still, rock against my face as her juices dripped into my mouth and onto my chin. I lapped up every thing she offered before gently pushing her off to lay her on her back.

I hovered over her as I saw the sweat glistening on her (s/c) skin. I dove in for a kiss, slipping my tongue in her mouth and she groaned as she tasted herself. I pulled away, looking at her with a smug grin. “So, I take it that you liked it?” Y/N gave me a look before shoving me onto my back, attacking my neck with kisses before she began moving down my chest and abs. She left hot open mouth kisses on my hips, before moving down to my already hard dick.

She grabbed me and licked a bold stripe from the base to the tip. I bit my lip as she smirked at me, giving a small kiss to the tip before sinking down on me, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. I groaned loudly as I let my head fall back on the pillow, my hips twitching when I heard her gag a little. I lifted myself up on my elbows and watched as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. I cursed under my breath and swiped a few hairs out of her face. She looked up at me before flicking her tongue over my slit and I moaned out as I realized that I wasn’t going to last much longer. She pulled out of me, pumping my cock while pressing a kiss to the tip.

I definitely wasn’t going to last.

She pulled me back into her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t fit into her hand. My undoing was when her other hand reached down and started massaging my balls. She swallowed everything after I finished and slowly crawled back up to me. I stared at her, trying to catch my breath feeling completely spent. A smug grin spread across her lips as she rested her chin in her hand.

“So, I take it that you liked it?”

~~~

I stood, leaning against Y/N’s desk as I waited for her to arrive. We spent the weekend together, until I dropped her off at her place this morning so she could get changed. She told me that she would meet me here which gave me enough time to stop by the store and get her a gift “Hey, sorry we couldn’t make it.” Billy and Nick came up to me and pat my shoulder. I shrugged, not really bothered by it anymore since my weekend ended up being fantastic. “What ya got there?” Billy asked, trying to see what was behind my back. “A surprise.” I responded and walked off, noticing Y/N walking in.

She smiled when she saw me and pulled me into a hug. “Nice job covering up the hickey’s” I chuckled as she punched me in the shoulder. She gave me a playful glare as she shoved me a little. She noticed what was in my hand and I lifted it up to hand it to her. She smiled the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and I smiled back as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

She pulled away and pressed her lips to mine, softly. We must have been a little too preoccupied because when we pulled away, the entire group was staring at us.

“So - uh - What’s going on here?” Neha asked as I interlaced my fingers with Y/N. I looked down at her and smiled.

“A gift to apologize for my irrational behavior.”

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Filled with Awe and Sincerity | Ike (Fire Emblem) | Modern!AU

I went a bit too crazy and this one is like twice the length of the previous ones. OTL. @may-vin, @rena-lli, @xi-lyrica it’s DONE. now time to write part 4 bc I need more-

"Do you have to go tomorrow?" Mist whined as you drove her home. You glanced at her momentarily and sighed, "Yes, Mist. I can't refuse a request from the vet that helped me throughout my entire career before I opened my office you know." "But what are we going to do?" "Mist, you're a vet too." "Yeah, but I'm your assistant. At least bring me with you." "You'll be fine, you baby," you chuckled as she pouted. "Besides, Titania will be there if you guys need help." "Oh yeah, huh." "Yeah." You parked the car in your driveway and said, "Rest up, and sleep well." Mist playfully slaps your shoulder and shook her head fondly, "Whatever, mom." "Hey!" But she ignores your call and makes her way towards her house, only for a bedhead of blue hair to pop out the doorway. Ike waves to you, a small smile on his face, and you wave back. You sit inside your car until Mist goes inside the house, Ike lingers outside momentarily, watching you with an oddly confused expression on his face. You make your way out of your vehicle, and asked, "What?" He shrugged, "Making sure you get home safe." There's a playful tone in his voice and you roll your eyes at him, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." You were tempted to stay and see if he'd actually wait until you walked into the house, but you didn't bother testing him. You knew how he was, and if Ike wanted to make sure you were safe, he would. A fond smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you made your way into the house. But it was a nice feeling, knowing that someone cared.

"You're. Late," you sighed as you got into the car. Rhys chuckled, "I'm not, you're just early." "No! Last night, you told me 8 am, it's like 8:30!" Rhys glanced over and he said, "Read my messages again, [F/N]." You reluctantly pulled out your phone, and Rhys watched out of the corner of his eyes as your ears were slightly tinged red and he chuckled, "So?" "I was wrong," you mumbled, but then with a soft sigh, you smiled, "But it's good to see you again, Rhys! It's been a while, hasn't it?" "It has," he responded, "How has work been after opening up your own office?" "Well, the first year or two was kind of dead since no one really wanted to go to a newly opened vet. But after a while, it got better. Of course, with Titania and Rolf being there, it really helped out a lot." "That's good to hear," he chuckled, and then asked, "Are you excited for today?" "Honestly? I'm kind of nervous. I've never worked with larger animals before," your voice drifted off into a murmur as your thoughts momentarily flickered over to a certain bluenette, but you shook your head and laughed, "It'll be a nice experience though!" "Don't worry, you'll be working with the calmer large animals." "Define calm," you immediately asked. Rhys can basically sense the anxiety in your tone and he chuckled, "Something like pandas." "PANDAS?!" your gaze was focused solely on him and his smile widens, "Yes, although they also have a petting zoo. Since you're basically our back up vet, I think they'll probably send you there." "Mm, a petting zoo is fine too," you laughed and then mumbled, "We're probably going to get separated, huh?" "Mm, yes, most likely, I am their personal provider there. But with Mia being out of town for the weekend, I had to call in someone else." "Mia?" "My assistant." "Oho, so you did find a new assistant after me," you teased, and you asked, "How is she?" "She's a sweet girl, and kind in nature. She's always there, ready to help, and jumps at every single opportunity that comes her way." "Sounds like a good person, I'm glad you found an assistant," you laughed and then Rhys asked, "And how have you been? Last time I heard from you was probably... almost half a year ago, when you updated me about your neighbors." "Oh yeah, Mist, my assistant, she actually lives next door to me. But you know, I was always in the office earlier than her and always stayed later, and I never really asked her, nor did I bother to peek at my neighbor's house," your voice trails off and you muttered, "It's kind of ridiculous now that I think about it. How did I not know?" "Well, you are the type to focus solely on one thing only, but how is Mist and Ike doing?" "They're doing fine. Of course, occasionally they come over for lunch or dinner on the days both of them have off, which is pretty rare. But I've gotten used to making lunch for them and for me, and-" You paused, and turned to him, "Wait, how did you know his name?" "Well, Ike and I are friends actually," Rhys chuckled and you mumbled, "No way." "Yeah, we have a mutual friend, and they were talking to me about him one day and I happened to find out later on that we were talking about the same person." "Oh," you let out a low whistle, and Rhys asked, "Do you get along with him well?" "Mhm." "That's good to hear. I've been told that he's a bit unreadable since he's more of a listener than a talker," Rhys paused, and notices you nod in agreement, but you said, "I get along with him pretty well. Occasionally we eat dinner together. And I make him lunch too actually." Rhys mouth felt dry and he slowly mumbled, "You make him food?" But you don't hear him as he notices you're starting to drift off to sleep. But Rhys slowly recalls that Mist also works with you and he sighed, a soft smile on his lips, "I bet you make lunch for both of them. Jeez, [F/N]." *** "I'm so sorry!" Rhys apologized again and you waved your hand casually, "It's fine, really. Besides, we already saw this coming." He sighs again, and whined, "I was supposed to be a good senior to you and take you around, get you acquainted with everything, and now I'm basically leaving you on your own." "I'll be fine," you laughed, "Come on, it's not like I haven't gone on a business trip like this before." Rhys looked uncertain, but in the end he sighs and gently pats your head, "I'll be done around 4 pm and then I'll drive you back home. But if anything comes up, I'll let you know." "Okay," you nodded and then smiled, "I'll see you later!" Rhys waves as he's almost dragged away by the attendants that came to take him to the animal that was in need of care. You watched for a bit before glancing down to the clipboard filled with a schedule of things for you to do. Most of it was routine check ups, the part that probably worried you the most was the rabbit pregnancies. If those weren't handled properly... well, you'll just have to hope the previous vet had gotten most things set up so it isn't a mess. But as you checked the locations of each place you were assigned to, you felt your throat go dry as you noticed how far apart each location was from where you currently were. You were thankful that most of them seemed to be in the same area save for the reptiles, but you frowned upon finding that you really didn't know your way around, and this map wasn't helping. Ah, it's okay, I'll figure it out. So according to the map... You get up from the table in the lobby room and slowly make your way towards the entrance, only to pause when the door swings open, and the familiar heterochromatic hues of a certain kitten's owner meets yours. Ranulf's eyes widened and he laughed, "Well if it isn't Dr. [L/N]." "I told you, [F/N] is fine," you laughed and he asked, "What are you doing here?" "Here for a job," you said, but before you can explain, Ranulf tilts your clipboard towards him, and then a there's a childish grin on his face and he offers, "I can take you to where you're supposed to go." "Eh, but I can just-" "Oh come on, it's the least I can do after you took care of Rai," he chuckled and then places his hands on your shoulder, steering you out of the room, "Come on, let's go, let's go."

Ranulf was holding one of the rabbits in his arms as it nibbled on the carrots in his hand. He glances up to you as you check on the other rabbit inside the cage and you said, "Well, she's healthy. Whoever was in charge of this place before I got here did their research. It's good that they separated the male and the females. We all know how they are, after all they're very active." Ranulf nods in agreement and he asked, "After this, what's next?" "This was the last one. All I did was routine check ups on the goats and the sheep. The alpacas and llamas were fine too. Of course, your smaller animals, like the guinea pigs and these rabbits are a bit overfed by the visitors I bet. But other than that, they're all in good condition!" You give the rabbit one last gentle pat as you take the male one from Ranulf and put it in the adjacent cage to its partner. Immediately the two nuzzled against each other through the openings on the fence and you smiled at the sight. "Hmm, if you're done then..." Ranulf's voice trails off as his gaze flickers to his watch and then he smirked, "I have about an hour of break left, come with me, I'll tour you around!" "Eh, but your break!" you protested as he takes you by the wrist. He laughed, "It's fine. You're here and you're done with your work right? Just enjoy yourself while you're here!" "But I feel bad." "No more but's. I'm touring you around!" Ranulf laughed as he literally pulls you through the crowds of people. Ranulf ignores the worried tone in your voice. Because honestly, he doesn't really care if he's late for his shift if it meant that he could somehow help out in the bigger picture.

"And that's all. I wrote up small notes for each animal just in case. They're really small details, and a lot of it is just the structure of the cages they're put in," you mentioned to the supervisor in charge. He nods and chuckled, "I can see why Rhys had so much faith in you. If you're going to stay, feel free to just walk around, Rhys should be done soon. Hopefully." "Okay, thank you!" you give him a bright smile before walking out of the office. Ranulf is leaning against the wall and he laughed, "Done?" "Yeah." "Cool, let's go," Ranulf placed his hands on his shoulders again, steering you out and you sighed, "I can walk by myself." "Yes, yes, but I can't let you get lost or he'll kill me," he answered. You frowned in confusion, "Why would Rhys get mad at you?" Not Rhys. Ranulf wants to retort, but instead he laughed and said, "Time to show you the wonders of the zoo!"

Honestly, you were hoping that Ranulf would actually tour you around, not drag you away and straight towards one exhibit and one exhibit only. On the way there, you pass by elephants, giraffes, and you sighed, "Ranulf, I thought you said tour." "I'll show you around after this part. Any visitor to the zoo cannot miss this!" He chuckled as you followed after him. He saw the way your eyes lit up at each animal and he teased, "Probably never dealt with ones that big, huh?" He barely catches the slight shake of your head and you murmured, "They're so majestic." A smile graces his visage and he points towards the crowd, "This is what I wanted you to see." There was a crowd gathering around a certain exhibit, but upon hearing the primal growl and roar of the predatory cats, you knew why. The lions were all lazing about, basically sun bathing if you'd like to call it that. There were mostly female ones that all appeared to linger about, not really doing much, although one of them was pacing back and forth near the side of the cage where there was a "staff-only" sign. But what shocks you the most isn't the lions, but rather the familiar bluenette that you've grown accustomed of seeing daily due to a certain co-worker of yours. Donned in the traditional khaki button up and pants, Ike walked past the cage, and stopped right before the fence that blocked the visitors from the cage fence. You could see his lips moving into the wireless mic, but you couldn't hear him. Ranulf chuckled and whispered, "Ike's just explaining about lion feeding and stuff right now, but we're a bit too far away to hear. But from this viewing point, we can see everything without being in the crowd." You nodded mindlessly, but you subconsciously find your gaze flickering between Ike and the lion, but what probably caught your attention the most was the fond smile on his face as he feeds the lions. The female lion closest to the fence practically rubs against his legs. A small 'aw' is heard in the crowd, and from yourself, as you watched the friendly interaction between the lioness and Ike. After the feeding the lions, you notice Ike look back at the audience, waiting for any potential questions. But his gaze lingers on your figure momentarily, confusion and surprise flickers in those oceanic blue orbs and you give him a small smile with a quick wave of the hand. But right after you wave, Ranulf grabs a hold of your hand, and waves at Ike. You glance over to the male holding your hand, and the playful smirk was ever present on his features. He pulls you away, and whispered, "I think we surprised him." "Honestly, you surprised me, anyways where are we going?" "Going to go see our boy, Ike," Ranulf answered as though it was obvious. You want to counter his response, but in the end you feel yourself being pulled away and you laughed, "Okay."

"Wow, so there are some in the backrooms too?" you asked as two male lions in two separate rooms prowled around in the back. The space was large enough for one male lion to feel comfortable, and both of them had a fake rock wall that separated the two. The only indication of the other knowing the other was there was probably the sound of each other's roars. Ranulf nods as he grabs a piece of meat and tosses it into a metal slot that dropped the meat right into the cage. The lion snatches it, and immediately trots to the back of the cage where there was a small rock cavern for it to lounge in. He chuckled and then glances at you, "Yeah, we keep these two back here because they're actually not doing well right now. They get along with their pride rather well, but these two recently got an infection, but..." He straightens out after seeing them playing with the toys in their cage and he chuckled, "I think Rhys treatment for them is going well." "That's good to hear," you said as you took another step closer. The lion walked up to the cage, and stared back at you. You chuckled, "He's kind of cute." "I wouldn't get too close to the cage though, [F/N]." Ike's appearance causes you to turn around sharply, and he gives you a strained smile and said, "That one tends to bite." The surprise is evident on your face and it is only after you finally regain enough composure that you noticed that there is still some disbelief on his features. But before either of you can say anything, Ranulf walks over, and stated, "Well, my lunch break is over, so I'm going to be handing you over to Ike, Doc." "E-Eh?" you looked at him in slight confusion, but Ranulf ignores your small protest and gives Ike two hearty pats on his back. The slightly shorter male leans over and whispered, "You're done for the day aren't you? Go show 'em around, go on a date." Ike flushed red, but you're confused because you hear nothing. Your head tilts just slightly, but Ike just covers his face with his hand, slowly dragging it down as Ranulf snickers and leaves the room. The last thing you hear and see of him is "have a good time, [F/N]!" You stand there awkwardly as Ike tries to ignore Ranulf's last lingering words in his ears and he sighed, "Sorry about him." He notices the slight shake of your head alongside the soft smile on your lips, "It's fine. He's not a bad person anyways." "Yeah, he isn't," Ike chuckled, "He comes and goes like the wind though. Anyways," he paused and glanced at you, "You're not in your work outfit, just here to visit?" "Actually, I was here to work," you chuckled and then continued, "The vet that normally works with Rhys is apparently out of town? So I was called in as back up." "Is that so?" he mumbled and asked, "So you left Mist in charge?" "Well, we have other vets in the office, we'll be fine," you laughed. Ike smiled and asked, "So, if you're done, let's go?" He opens the door for you, and you smiled, "Let's go!"

"And our last stop in this area are the white bengal tigers," Ike commented as you walked away from the majestic, yet currently asleep panthers that were lounging in the trees. You approached the cage with awe in your eye, and he can't help but smile at the pure amazement and awe on your features. He slowly walks up behind you and explains, "The two in the back are sisters, twins actually. And the one here prowling around and staring back at you is their older brother." He notices your gaze following his finger and he pulls away just slightly and as he moves to stand by your side, the male in the front stalked over to his side, staring intently at Ike. You followed the tiger's gaze and you chuckled, "Is it following you?" "I don't see why it would, unless..." Ike takes a few steps away, and the tiger follows him and you laughed, "I think it is." Ike furrowed his brows, clearly confused, and you giggled, "It's kinda cute." His eyes widened and he murmured, "People don't normally describe these predatory cats as cute, but okay." "Hey, it's cute how it recognizes you. Do you feed them too?" "Ah," Ike smiled, "I see. Yeah, I do. I'm in charge of feeding most of the larger cats actually. I find myself at ease around them." He noticed that he's piqued your interest yet again and he explained, "If I have to explain it... they're dangerous animals, yet they're able to instill awe into people." He paused, "It's like... when people see them, they're just so shocked that they can't speak, they just appreciate it." You nodded, and was about to answer until you heard the call of your phone. Immediately you pull it out, confusion written all over your face until you see Rhys' name. "Hello?" "[F/N]! I'm so sorry." "You're... sorry?" A frown takes over your visage and you mumbled, "What?" "Mia just arrived at the airport, and she doesn't have enough to afford fare back to her house, so I'm going to pick her up. I just finished everything, if you want to come, you can come with, but it'll take me a few hours to take you back to your place because Mia lives on the other side of the zoo, and-" "It's okay, Rhys," you laughed. Rhys stops out of surprise and you glanced over at Ike, whose face is filled with confusion, and you smiled, "I think I can get a ride back home." "I'm really sorry, I just-" "Oh calm down, it's fine," you laughed and then teased, "Have a good time." "[F/N]!" The whine in his voice makes you burst into full out laughter, and you laughed, "Get going, don't make the poor girl wait." "I'll make it up to you! I promise!" "Okay, okay," you chuckled, "See you." The sound of the click indicates the end of call, and you turn to Ike and you shrugged, "Rhys had to go pick up Mia. I don't have a ride home now." He sees the smile on your face and he chuckled, "I can take you home." "Yay!" you laughed as you skipped past him towards the next exhibit. He smiled and you glanced back at him, a bright smile plastered all over your face, "I was hoping you'd say that." He shook his head and you fully turned to him and asked, "But what time do you get off work? I can just wander around until you're off." You watched as his eyes widened and he looks away, chuckling. The confusion on your face is evident and you whined, "What?" "I'm actually done." "For today? Don't you work until like, 7 each day?" "Well, normally yes," Ike finally walks up to you, and the two of you fall back into a steady pace as you resumed travelling through the exhibits. "But today was actually supposed to be my day off." "Oh?" you're confused, and he nodded, "My co-worker who also feeds the predatory cats with me got sick, and I guess they needed one more person to cover the shift, so I just decided to take it." "... What a weird scheduling," you murmured. Ike shrugged and he lamely finished, "Yeah, but I'm done for the day." You gnawed at your bottom lip and mumbled, "So there's really no reason for you to be here, huh?" Ike's surprised. Your voice was filled with conflict, and perhaps, slight guilt? And he gently pats your head, "There is." He could tell you didn't get it, but he knows, or at least, he has a good feeling, that the glum look on your face was because of potentially cutting the zoo visit short. His hand is warm atop your head and he chuckled, "We still have the whole day ahead of us, and you haven't seen everything right?" "No, but.. you're done with work," you kind of countered. He flicked your forehead, much like what he does to Mist. You pouted, and he chuckled, "Come on, I'll show you everything."

"Ike, are you sure?" you hesitated as he brought over a golden eagle. The crowd outside the exhibit were watching with wide eyes, clearly in awe that Ike was able to carry the bird around as though it was nothing more than a pigeon or something. The magnificent bird was perched on a gloved arm. The beady gold eyes were clear, and stared intently at Ike. It was massive, but for a fearsome looking thing, it made a cute sounding squawk that makes you coo in adoration at the difference of its appearance from the noise it makes. Ike chuckled and said, "Yeah, this one's been trained to sit on people's arms and hands." He does a quick look over on your outfit and frowned, "Maybe not your hand though. But since you're not wearing a long sleeve..." But he quickly finds a solution and he said, "I'll be back. Just wait here." He walks back into the adjacent room and you watched as the bird flaps its wings slightly almost hitting Ike's face and you cringed. Yeah, maybe I'm not up for this. Ike comes back quickly, another glove in his hands and he offers it to you. But upon making eye contact with you, he's surprised to see apprehension in you. He looks at the eagle and with a soft voice, "Hey, I won't force you, but trust me. She's nice. I know she's a predatory bird, but just..." he struggled to find the words, and he finished, "Just put your faith in me." You nod as you put on the glove and he slowly puts the eagle back on the tree limb where it watched both of you intently. You take your first step forward, and honestly, you don't know why you were so scared. You've taken care of and rescued plenty of different creatures, why were you so scared of an eagle? Probably because you can get your eyes pecked out and your arms gashed apart in public, in front of a crowd. Yeah, I don't wanna die like that. You take in a deep breath, and Ike has the eagle back on his arm again. "Extend your arm, [F/N]. And try to hold it steady," he instructed you. You do as you're told, but you can feel your arm trembling out of nervousness. Ike stands behind you, and with his free hand he places it under your elbow, supporting you as he brings his arm with the eagle closer. "Steady now, it's okay, [F/N]." But you feel your heart beat pick up when his voice is right next to your ear, and you can't help but tremble just slightly. His hand squeezes your elbow reassuringly and the eagle squawks again just slightly and slowly moves from Ike's arm to yours. Upon settling itself there, it prunes its feathers and makes another adorable call. Ike smiles upon seeing the awe light up your eyes. "Now stay here, I'm going to let go okay?" You nod, unable to find your voice from both the close proximity of Ike's presence in general, and the fact that you were actually able to hold the eagle. It was much heavy than you had anticipated, but you found a comfortable position as you slowly brought bent your arm so your fist was against your chest. Ike comes back with a small bucket and immediately the eagle's attention goes from its feathers to Ike, and he hands it to you and said, "Here, try feeding her." "Will she peck me?" "If you don't do it correctly, probably. So, here, put this on first," Ike pulls out a plastic glove and you offer him his hand. He slips it on and once it's on snugly, he continued, "When you grab the meat, hold it with your thumb and your index finger, but not the tip of your finger. It's more like making a fist and then holding something down with your thumb." He watches as you tried to imitate the movement, and once you did he nodded, "Okay. Then, take the meat out and then hold it by the end. That way once she grabs it you can let go." You watch Ike demonstrate it effortlessly and you blanched, "How do you make everything look so easy?" "I work here," he teased, and you rolled your eyes. But there's finally a smile on your face after all the concern about the eagle potentially hurting you. You mimic his movements and keep in mind what he taught you. And once the eagle bit down on the meat, you let go and watched as it cooed and looked at you two for more. "She's so cute," you whispered and with your other hand you gently pat down her feathers on the top of her head. Ike's surprised when the eagle lets you and you looked at him, "What? Did I do something I shouldn't have?" "Well, she's sensitive to hands near her head, so I'm surprised she let you do that," he admitted as he watched you feed the eagle with renewed vigor and contentment. He finally relaxed his shoulders. In all honesty, he was a bit scared that the eagle wouldn't react well to you, or you to the eagle. But he's glad that you've taken to it like a fish to water. "Ah, there's no more," you noticed as you reached into the empty bucket. The eagle makes a cry in protest, and you laughed, "Sorry girl." With one finger, you gently pet down its feathers on its head and it contently cooed before flapping its wings just slightly. You flinch though from the sudden movement, and Ike's hands are immediately on your shoulder and your elbow, steadying you from potentially falling over after he saw the way your entire weight shifted. "Ah, thanks," you mumbled and sighed, "I always seem to get knocked over by animals." "Well, you're pretty short so-" "Okay, then," you rolled your eyes and nudged him with your free elbow. A fake grunt of pain is heard, and both of you are struggling to keep your laughter in check. But in the end, both of you regain composure and Ike moves around to stand by you. He gently takes a hold of the arm that's supporting the weight of the eagle and maneuvers it so it's next to his. He coaxes the eagle onto his arm, and afterwards puts it back into her proper cage. The people watching the exhibit from outside claps for you guys, and you're embarrassed that they witnessed the entire ordeal. He opens the door for you, and makes sure that the eagle doesn't follow you guys in or anything, and thankfully she doesn't. Once you guys are out of public view you let out a heavy sigh. Ike glances down and asked, "You okay?" "Other than the fact I just fed an eagle that was sitting on my arm in front of a crowd of like 20? I'm fine," you honestly answered. The smile on your face was new, and our local bluenette is left confused. You laughed, "Hey, it was a good experience, but I don't know how you can do that in front of people like it was a show or something." "Oh, well," Ike sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, "You get used to it." "And this is why I work in a private office," you reasoned. He opens the door leading you back into the zoo. You glanced back, "What's next?" "That was it actually," Ike admitted. Your eyes widened and he continued, "You went through the entire zoo." "What, really?" "Yeah." You open the map and Ike slowly started pointing out each location you guys have visited it. You returned to the petting zoos after he showed you through the Safari zones, and then he brought you over to the aquatic zone. After watching an entertaining show with seals and otters, you finished the tour of the entire aquarium and then went straight to the aviary domes. "Wow, we really did tour the whole place," you mumbled. Ike nodded and he said, "And it's almost closing time too." "Eh? It is?" There's a proud grin on Ike's face, and he teased, "Time passes by quickly when you're having fun." "True," you agreed, and then asked, "So, I guess we head home?" "Mm, yeah, just let me change out of my uniform. I'll take you back to the staff's zone where they probably briefed you and all." "Okay!"

Ike instructed you to wait in the lobby room while he went to clock out and everything. But the moment he gets to his locker, Boyd and Ranulf are staring slyly at him and he sighed. Boyd slings an arm over his shoulder and pokes Ike's cheeks, "So, tell us, who's the cute vet you were with?" "My neighbor, and Mist's employer," he explained. Boyd huffed at the answer and pulled away. He mumbled, "Mist's employer, huh?" Ike nods again, but Boyd asked, "I'm asking about her relation to you, Ike." "Yeah, Ike," Ranulf chimed in, this time slinging his arm around Ike. Ike barely got to change out of his khaki uniform and he sighed, "Look, really, [F/N]'s just a good friend." "Okay, but you guys hang out a lot," Ranulf pointed out. He removes his arm to let his friend finally change, and Boyd mumbled, "And don't tell us that Mist made those homemade lunches, we all know how big of a lie that is." Ike and Ranulf snorted, and he admitted, "Yeah, [F/N] makes lunch for Mist and I." "So just 'good' friends?" Ranulf asked again as though asking for a confirmation. Ike nodded and Boyd rolled his eyes, "I don't buy it. But," the green haired boy paused and smiled, "If you feel that comfortable around 'em, then [F/N] has to be a good person." Ike doesn't respond, but the small smile on his face was answer enough.

"Hey, sorry, did you wait long?" Ike asked as he walked out. Dressed in just a casual black collared polo and jeans, you couldn't help but think he looked exceptionally nicer today. Although you weren't sure if it was the clothes, or his more charismatic side as a trained zoo keeper. You casually shook your head and then said, "Let me put this little fella back first." There was an albino bearded dragon resting in the crook of your arm and Ike chuckled, "Where in the world did you get that from?" "He was just scampering about the floor here, I couldn't find a cage for him, and his nails are already really short, so I figured I could let him rest a bit," you explained as you gently ran your fingers down its back. The lizard scampered up your arm, resting its head on your shoulder and Ike mumbled, "Must have gotten out of his cage again. He's our director's personal pet. I'll go put him back." Ike reaches out to take him, but you pull away, and you said, "I wanna do it." "Fine," Ike conceded, but before your smile could get any brighter he added, "I'll go with you so you don't get lost." "Hey!"

The car ride was mostly silent. Although Ike can't blame you, especially when you were so adorably curled up, or as curled up as possible, clutching onto the seat belt. He bit back his chuckle at how endearing it was for you to be so tired that you'd fall asleep five minutes into the car ride. But once the hum of the car signals the arrival of home, he's still surprised to see you completely knocked out. He gently shakes you, but to his surprise, you weakly brush away his arm with your own hand, only to curl up against the seat belt a bit tighter. "[F/N], we're home," he softly stated. His hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you, and you whined, "Five more minutes, mom." Ike blanched, "I'm not your mom." But he gives up when you ignore him. He sighed, unclipping the seat belt and carefully getting it off of you. He leans away and then mumbled, "How am I supposed to open the door though..?" I clearly can't just carry [F/N] into the house, I don't know where the keys are. And I can't carry [F/N] into my house because I can't open the door. Ike sighed again and stared at you. He couldn't believe you knocked out this hard. He shook you again, and in a bit louder voice, "Wake up, [F/N]." Your eye lids slowly fluttered open, and he's amused at the sleepy expression on your face. After a few blinks, you finally recognize Ike's face before yours. Although the rather smug grin on his face makes you want to slap it off, and you mumbled, "Gods, was I out?" "Yeah," he said as he watches you slowly get out of the car. You immediately stretch, and you mumbled, "Sorry." "Hm?" "Sorry for not keeping you company on the way back, I guess I was that tired," you apologized. He shrugged and closed the car door, locking the car and he said, "It's fine, you did a lot today." "Yeah, but I feel bad," you countered. He sighed, but before he could say anything, you gently tug on his arm, and smiled, "Let me make you dinner in return for driving me home, showing me around the zoo, and falling asleep in the car." "[F/N], really it's fine." "I insist," you emphasized as you tugged on his arm. He was going to say no, but his stomach said yes as it rumbled loudly. He quickly glances away in hopes that you wouldn't notice the growing blush. But with a loud laugh, you dismissed the whole situation and this time drag him along, "Dinner's on me then!"

Ike lets out a content sigh as he finds himself slumping into your sofa after the good dinner. You're resting on the opposite side, completely stretched out, yet your toes could barely touch him from where you sat. There's a content smile on both your faces and you smiled, "Today was a good day. I haven't gone to a zoo since I was kid, it was a great experience." Ike's surprised to hear that admission and he asked, "That long?" You nodded, "Yep. I'm glad I stayed after I finished working." You're laying on the sofa now, and you completely stretched out until your toes actually brushed against his thighs. He glanced over and you’re completely relaxed, eyes closed as you recalled the day. "It was really nice seeing all the exhibits. I've always considered myself knowledgeable regarding animals, but going to the zoo always proves me wrong. Oh, and!" You sat up quickly, and your eyes were sparkling with amazement, "You were so cool, Ike!" Huh? Ike's shocked and you gushed, "When you were feeding the lions and the way you handled the eagle. You were just so cool! Oh, but gosh, when the lioness rubbed against your leg and you patted her side? That. Was. Adorable. "And the eagle. Gods, I never thought I'd ever get the chance to handle such a bird like that personally. But being able to hold one and feed it? It's just so cool! And you're just so calm and composed, and you were even able to make it so educational and-" you paused, taking in a deep breath, and you finished, "It was amazing. You were amazing." Ike's stunned by the rush of compliments, and he quickly breaks eye contact upon feeling the heat that rushed to his face. His hand covers his face and you laughed, and poked his cheek, "Aww. Is macho man Ike embarrassed?" He turned away, and you smiled before softly whispering, "But really, I saw a side to you that I never knew you had. And you were really cool. I mean it." When he glances over, he sees there's a growing blush on your cheeks too and he mumbled into his hand, "Cute." Your eyes widened and you indignantly looked away, and he chuckled. But the laughter slowly fades away, and once the comfortable silence barely settled in, you could barely hear his "Thanks [F/N]." But all you could do is give him a bright smile, because despite the embarrassment both of you felt, whether it was from dishing out the compliments or receiving them, the best feeling was knowing that the smile on the other's face was because of them.

#jenbean writes #we like ike #ike fire emblem #fire emblem ike #floof au #modern au #ike and floofs #but not really floofs #more like ike and nature's predators #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #VERY long post #ike floof au

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Today was....eh. I think we've officially proven that my mind constantly racing anxiety isn't going to go away now that finals are over, so I REALLY do need to call my psychiatrist because I don't want to go over 3 mg of Xanax a day without talking to him but he's never in his office and I do have his cell phone number but I don't want to bother him, and now I have a 9-5 job so I'd have to call sometime during work and.....ugh. I'm not happy. It's like I just can't get my brain to slow down and it's killing me because everything I do feels like a list of tasks I have to get through as quickly and efficiently as possible. Bake this, make dinner, watch your tv show (I'm not even kidding), check your favorite tumblrs, then maybe relax but still probably thinking unstoppably the whole time. Ugh. But anyway, today. Dragged my ass out of bed at 7 am for the first of many days this summer (like, 50 or so) and got ready for work. Bus to work, the bitchy security guard who hates me wasn't working the metal detector for once so that was nice (I still beeped but hey, it's the little things). Got to the office and reported to the lady that handles internships and such, and she says I can go back to my old office for now so I can go over my final evaluation with my old supervisor (since I am officially assigned to a new calendar). This is their internal evaluation, not my school's one. So I go over it with him and of course most of it is overwhelmingly positive because he thinks I'm great, but there were comments in there like "some of the other attorneys felt Rachel could seek out work for them more often" or that I have issues following directions and like.....that's complete bullshit???? On multiple occasions I made it known that I had nothing to do and would like an assignment, even doing it several times in one day. And I know I followed the damn instructions on every one of those assignments, or at least the ones I was given, but based on the description he gave it was the same attorney who was trying to start shit with me in the beginning of the semester so she's a whack job anyway. He did write that I had stated I did so these things in the report, so that's good. And he was like, you know, I want this to be very positive for you because if you apply for a job here they'll go back and look at this and I wouldn't want this to be the reason you don't get the job and I'm just like uh yeah, me too!! So in all honestly it wasn't that big of a deal but like, it honestly did not put me in a good mood for most of the rest of the day. Sigh. Shortly after that though one of the people from my new calendar came and took me down to court since my official mentor was out on some sort of assignment. So I met everyone in the courtroom, they all seem nice enough. One of the PDs on the child death case I've been working on was in there but she's from the conflicts division so I know she's not assigned to one specific courtroom (we didn't say hi to her). So that was good, and we watched some court. Then I think we went back upstairs and I met my new supervisor/mentor who I immediately recognized as one of the people who had participated in our child interview training so I knew who she was. So I hung out with her for a while and she showed me some stuff (I don't have too many clear memories of what happened here) and then there was definitely a period of time in my old office where I had another episode of freezing so much that I put my winter coat on and was like huddled in on myself and couldn't stop my eyes from closing over and over again, and I'm beginning to get somewhat concerned over these incidents because they're getting quite frequent really and I don't know what to do about them besides get more sleep which is well, not terribly easy. And then there's the lunch issue. I've been having this issue where for the past couple weeks I'll make my big meal on the weekend and I'll eat it that night, and then when I take it as leftovers for lunch throughout the week I'll suddenly have like, no interest in really eating it and just straight up not want to. I was testing this today because I made the chicken pasta dish I love so much, but I still felt myself shoving the chicken down my throat, telling myself it was good for me so I feel compelled to eat it. And like, I know that's not terribly healthy eating behaviors and I try not to make myself eat anything but idk, I don't really know what to do because I don't want to just give up and rely on processed food all the time, but like my body just doesn't want to eat what I cook??? Idk, I really have no idea what's causing it. Ugh. But anyway. After lunch we went back down to court a bit and watched a little before heading back upstairs and I went into my new office. Somewhere in all the mess I had been given my first assignment that I was trying to work on during the morning but we had a bit of a tech fail. It was basically to listen to a bunch of phone calls between a perp and the mother of his kid that he's jailed for abusing and just making note of anything they say about their daughter or wanting to get back together (I know, telephone surveillance, I definitely felt a bit like the NSA here). So we had it all set up and then when I went to press play nothing happened. So I try again, and again, and try every other thing I can think of to get it to work. So I go back to the lady who gave me the assignment, who got the tech guy, who came and sat at my computer for a solid 20 minutes before becoming totally stumped and being like "I'll be back with my higher ups" and I think some time after that was when I began nodding off for perspective's sake. But now I was gonna be in my new office so they could just get this computer to cooperate.....but that also proved a challenge and they ended up like, swapping the computer out for another one and it's not fully mended but they said they'd get it done tomorrow morning. My supervisor and I went over some stuff she had coming up I've the week, and she wants me to do a child interview with a 5 year old girl on Wednesday, so I read her case file. Poor kid, man. The file was filled with reports, both unfounded and indicated to both her and others by different people in her life and it's just like man, this poor kid has had to have had it rough. So hopefully that will go well. So I took some notes and brought them back to my supervisor and she added a few things she wanted me to have in there, and said it was pretty good. I went home shortly after this, except I ubered home for good reason, because I left the cookies I had made for my dinner tonight on my kitchen table tonight and I couldn't just not show up with cookies when I said I was going to bring cookies, so I ran up there and ran in and out of my apartment then back downtown a bit to my friend/supervisors apartment. Turns out that although the meeting was supposed to be for all the kids ministry coaches, it was heavily dominated by the babies team because we basically all showed up and every other team had like, one person there lol. So we ate pizza and talked and laughed, and ended up playing two truths and a lie as a kind of get to know you game for our new family ministries director. Mine were 1) both my parents are lawyers (false) 2) all my siblings were born on dates with negative connotations except me (true) 3) I once hopped the gate of a monastery in Scotland at 3 am (because that story is just too good to not bring up). And I fooled pretty much everyone, lol. But yeah, it was nice and fun and I don't know why I still felt anxious when I left which annoyed me. So I walked to a bus stop not too far away and had to wait like ten minutes for the bus to show, but then took t all the way home. Watched Supergirl, not too many thoughts and my eyes are closing rapidly right now which makes typing difficult so I'm gonna owe you a review in that one that I promise I'll come through with in the next few days. Until then, goodnight angels. Stay beautiful.

#daily journal #May 2017

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