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Lego House | Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

Words: 3.8k Summary: 2 years together basically means forever, no matter what happens. inspired by Ed Sheeran’s ‘Lego House’ Warnings: injury, you guys know I don’t stick to actual events so, slightly suggestive maybe? this is for me but also kinda for @perfectpersuasion because they seemed really excited about it

“Headphones?”

“Check.”

“Chargers?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Double check.”

“Then why am I 100% sure it’s still in your top draw?” I dramatically reach across to my bag to prove that my passport is in fact packed safely in the secret pocket that I designated purely to the piece of identification.

But it’s empty, and I have to bashfully turn back to Aggie to admit it isn’t where it’s supposed to be. She only gives me a pointed look and I’m standing up and dragging my feet behind me to grab the passport from my bedside table draw.

“I swear I put it in there Ags. Last night after training.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re doing the checklist. It happens every time, you forget something.” Once I slide the small book into my bag I drop back down onto our couch, leaning into my girlfriend. She wraps her arms around me, and I bury my head in her neck, feeling the regretful late-night yesterday setting in.

“Come on we’ve got to be boarding the bus in an hour and who knows how long it’ll take us to get there.”

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Naturally Aggie and I sit next to each other on the bus and/or the plane when the team travels for matches. We usually take a spot toward the back, or wherever is least populated or energetic, so that we can just be there together. Our hands are almost always interlocked and I’m usually leaning on her shoulder as we talk about our play or whatever interesting things going on.

“I’m nervous.” I whisper in her ear as we begin the decent into Gothenburg.

“Everyone underestimates us because we’re young, so when you get on that pitch, either starting or as a sub, you show them you belong at Chelsea, and that we belong in the Champions League. Okay?” When she looks at me to confirm my answer I lean forward, pressing a small kiss to her lips.

A flash goes off in the corner of my eye and I turn to find Zecira holding the media crew camera.

“The fans are going to love that.” Smiling a toothy grin, she turns to someone else, leaving us be.

The dark December sky encourages the cold and the light dusting of snow that begins to cover the tarmac. I wrap an arm around Aggie’s as we wheel our bags into the airport, trying not to fall face first on the slippery surface.

The warmth inside is welcomed as we are guided past the large crowds and onto the bus. Once again, I take my spot beside Aggie, behind Jessie and Niamh who were talking about Jessie’s new favourite tea. A calmness settles over everyone as Emma announces who’s rooming with who, which we all basically already know. 9 times out of 10 it’s the person currently sitting next to us.

Opening the door to our room brings great relief as I flop onto the bed closest to the window. Despite the two queen sized beds on either side of the room, it was inevitable that I’d end up curled up in my girlfriend’s arms as we huddle under the blankets, the other bed left untouched. This also usually meant that our room was the one to come to for activities, an extra bed meaning more space.

Aggie stands staring out the window, the city spanning across the horizon as the sun begins the set, the blue barely beginning to fade into purples and pinks. Old buildings and the river that runs through the architecture draw her eye as I stand behind her, taking in the way her body rises as she breathes, and the twitch in her lips as she spots something she finds beautiful, a certain spark in her eye. One that’s always there when she looks at me, hard to ignore.

“Did you bring your camera?” I ask as I slot in beside her. A hum in answer suffices as we take in the moment.

“We’re really here. Together.” I press kisses to her shoulder.

“Stamford Bridge is one thing but, we’re playing in the fucking Champions League. We’re not sat on the bench forever, we actually get minutes, not matter how little.”

“And we’re going to fucking win tomorrow’s match. Consider it an extra anniversary present.” Aggie chuckles and I feel the butterflies that burst to life in my stomach every time I look at her.

My mind drifts to the real present that sits carefully in a compartment of my bag for our anniversary tomorrow. My mum insisted it was perfect for Aggie and despite my hesitancy, I had to agree.

“We should head down for dinner.” Aggie leans down to kiss me before we leave.

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Emma gave us a few hours to explore the city in the morning before we had to begin training and warming up for tonight's match. Jessie, Niamh and Zecira join us in the foyer, and we start our journey through the Swedish city, Zecira eager to introduce us to her country's traditions.

Not long into the walk, we stumble upon a small café on a terrace. We slide into a table and order our respective drinks, Aggie additionally getting a kardemummabröd, cardamom bread, for us to share. Niamh refuses to be apart of the picture that I take of the group at the table, but I manage to convince her to smile for the camera as we head back down onto the street.

The group splits into 2 after that. Aggie and I leave to seek out some flowers and a quiet spot to spend time together for our anniversary, while the others head back to the hotel, desperate to stay warm, although Jessie doesn’t seem to mind the cold winds.

“Look! They have red carnations!” Aggie is the one to point out the flower stand, full of red and green, that holds bunches of my favourite flower.

When the shop owner sees our linked hands, she smiles, the corner of her eyes wrinkling as they light up.

“For free.” She pushes Aggie’s hand away as she tries to pay for the red carnations.

“Love is enough payment.” I slip some money onto the bench as we leave, heading to an empty but rather beautiful park across the road.

“Happy anniversary.” I press a kiss to her cheek as I hand her the small bag. Inquisitively, she opens it and the box that sits on the bottom, revealing the gift.

“It’s a family ring. Handed down through a bunch of generations. The oldest kid gets it to give to their partner, the one they and the family think is the one. The person they’ll spend the rest of their life with, who makes them the best them.” I explain the origins as I take the ring from the box and slip it onto her hand. The gold band holds a small, encrusted peridot gem and fits perfectly on Aggie’s hand.

“Thank you. I love it.” Her voice is soft and watery, and her cheeks flame red when she looks at me. I can only imagine the love that adorns my face as I look at her. I’m about to kiss her when she has a moment of realisation.

“I left your gift in the fucking room.” The sweet moment is broken as she throws her head back and groans, and I can’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on top of the one she has on my thigh.

“Nooo we won’t have time when we get back, you’ll have to wait until tonight and that’s unfair.”

“I don’t even expect gifts Ags, just you and me. Plus, you got me my flowers. My favourite flowers from my favourite person. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“I’m your favourite person yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Her finger links through the thin gold chain that hangs around my neck.

“Show me then.” Her voice is raspy and deep as she pulls me forward by the necklace until our lips meet. It’s a hot and heavy kiss considering where we are, but I reciprocate it none-the-less.

I go to pull away, but she pulls me back in and I end up on her lap as we make out on the park bench. Her hands grip my thighs and mine hold the back of her head… Until we remember we’re on a park bench.

“That was kinda hot. Definitely a good make up present.” I smile down at her as our foreheads rest against each other.

“Emma’s going to kill us if we don’t head back soon…” Aggie is adamant that we begin walking to the hotel so we’re not late, so we walk hand in hand through the cold, barely arriving in time.

Training and warm up went well. The schedule was easy to adapt to and we weren’t pushing excessively as to waste energy before the match.

In saying that, we were up 2-1 when I got subbed on in the 60th minute, replacing Lj who wasn’t feeling all too well at half time. I felt good and energised, ready to make my second UWCL appearance.

Sam and I were gelling well together as we often did, making passes and taking shots on goal, only to be blocked by the Hacken keeper. It was a hard game but we were winning.

Aggie gets subbed on in the 68th minute, along with Jessie. The ball rarely makes it back past us, Erin often making a run with the ball toward us. Eventually Aggie passes me the ball and I try to gage my surroundings. Sam is offside, passing back to Aggie would be a mistake, Jessie’s surrounded. Erin has a clear path and shot of the goal.

I begin to run, and right as the ball connects with my foot, flying toward Erin, a body knocks against mine and my knee buckles. Nothing feels real as I fall to the floor, a loud pop filling my ears as pain radiates through my knee. I let out a blood curdling scream, but it isn’t heard over the cheering of Chelsea fans as Erin hits the ball into the goal.

I toss around on the grass, holding my leg and slamming a hand repeatedly against the ground as I sob and wale, waiting for someone to notice. It’s Sophie who places a hand on my back and yells for the ref, who then yells for the medics.

Aggie drops down in front of me as we wait, and I try and reach for her hand. The task finds itself to be difficult as my own hand shakes and my vision is blurred by tears.

“It’s- it’s my ACL.” A loud sob slips from my lips despite my attempt to hold it back.

“You don’t kn-”

“I know it Ags. I know it is I swear.”

“Okay, okay. It’ll be okay. The medics are here to look at it okay?” I nod as their hands grasp my leg, asking whether certain movements hurt or not.

It’s when I see them wave for the orange stretcher that things feel real again. Like everything was happening in slow motion until that moment. And I begin to cry again, my head now resting in Aggie’s lap as she runs a hand through my hair.

Every movement hurts as they transfer me from the ground to the stretcher, and I try not to scream out. A couple of the girls walk alongside me until the sideline, where Aggie grabs my hand and kisses me.

“I’ll come see you as soon as I can, okay?” I nod and watch as she runs back onto the pitch, her head turning every few steps to look at me, worry set in her eyes.

Turns out ‘as soon as I can’ would be much later. The medics had decided that instead of waiting until tomorrow or until we were back in England for a scan, it’d be best to go straight to the hospital. So we did.

Despite the usual wait to receive scan results, I’m sent back to the hall to wait for them. While waiting for the radiographer to call my name, Emma messages me asking if I wanted the team there. I decline the offer, knowing the girls would be exhausted after the last game of 2023 and would just want to sleep.

That doesn’t stop Aggie showing up.

I can hear the pounding of shoes hitting the linoleum ground, someone clearly running, but I don’t give it much thought as I scroll mindless on my phone. When she crouches in front of me, hands on my thigh to keep herself balanced, I have to try not to show how relieved I am. I knew what the results would be but hearing it makes it all the more real and I needed my girlfriend to hold my hand.

“Did we win?” a soft chuckle fills the air, and she nods as I put my phone in my pocket.

“3-1, because of your pass to Erin.”

“Oh, that’s good.” I’m aware of the glum look on my face as Aggie sits on the ground in front of me, allowing me to braid her hair repeatedly as we talk, waiting for the results.

“Ms L/n?” Aggie is quick to stand and turn to face the doctor while I struggle with the crutches.

“We know you already know what’s wrong but, to confirm, you’ve ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament in your right knee. You’ll be referred to a doctor and surgeon in England so you can arrange the surgery as soon as possible once you get home. I’m terribly sorry.” she leaves us with a woeful smile and the only thing I have to stop me from spiralling is Aggie’s hand on my shoulder.

“You’ll get through this. We will get through this. I’ll be there every step of the way. So will the girls. And if you fall down, I’ll pick you back up.” She kisses me on the forehead, and we begin the walk out to the parking lot, waiting for someone to pick us up.

Most people are asleep or relaxing in their rooms or the meal room by the time we get back to the hotel. Emma gives me a hug but doesn’t encourage us to stay or talk to anyone, knowing I’ll want to be alone with Aggie for a while.

“Getting on the plane tomorrow is going to be a challenge.” I try to laugh off the thought of all the normal activities that won’t be easy anymore as I shift onto my side of the bed.

“I’ll carry you, bridal style.” With that, Aggie hands me a gift, the gift she forgot on our date earlier in the day.

The box is rather heavy, and when I take off the lid, I find a photo album. It’s hard not to smile at the photo of us kissing that’s stuck to the cover.

“A page for every day we’ve spent together. For every day I’ve loved you.” I flick through the pages, reading some of the notes around the photos.

“This is why you take a photo of us every day?”

“I also just love capturing your beauty.” I pull her close to me and kiss her.

“I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

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I ended up having my surgery on Christmas day. Aggie and my family had planned on having a big day together, opening presents and having a feed, and I felt guilty taking the joy away. There wasn’t really any other choice. Aggie held me the night before as I cried. Our bed felt like the only safe place, even in our apartment, so that’s usually where I stayed. The increase in rain felt very fitting for how I’d been feeling.

Once everyone started coming back from the Christmas break, our place became more lively. I still used a singular crutch just in case, but for the most part I could put solid weight on my leg again, which meant I was able to do more activities with the team. We would hold game nights and/or movie nights once a week and occasionally I’d cook a Sunday roast.

Eventually Aggie began to take me to training. I wasn’t able to do anything, but I enjoyed watching the girls and just being in the environment again. It also made me happy watching Aggie play, it was when she looked the most carefree, despite others claiming that was when she was with me.

Aggie hadn’t left my side. Helping me shower and do the exercises for my knee. She always made sure I was entertained and asked if I needed help. Most of our spare time together was spent with me wrapped in her arms, watching a shitty tv show or talking.

“What did the doc say?”

“The ligament is looking good. They still think I’m on track for getting back in the gym in May, test out that anti-gravity treadmill.”

“And you got the team physio check up tomorrow yeah?” I hum as I adjust myself in her arms, head slotting into the crook of her neck.

I was having weekly check-ups with the Chelsea medical team and my own physio, which made it rather nerve wracking, wondering if one would feel the same as the other. If we weren’t all on the same page, my recovery time could be pushed further back. The team physio check up was the last one to confirm that I’d be allowed to start training and building stamina back up next month.

When I arrived at Cobham in the training kit, I felt really good. Some of the girls who pulled up at the same time as us were screaming across the car park and wishing me luck in my first session back.

I knew I’d be stuck in the gym for at least 2 months before I was allowed back on the pitch. Even then it’d be another couple of months before I was properly training with the team again, but this was the first step, and nothing could take that joy from me.

The girls started their mornings off in the gym, which meant they were cheering me on and helping me as the trainers gave me exercises to do. Aggie spends most of the hour doing the exercises alongside me, only leaving to complete something mandatory or to get us more water.

“You don’t have to Ags. You should focus on your training.”

“I promised I’d be here every step of the way. I’ll do it all for you.” She locks the leg extension and gives me a hand to help me up.

“Now onto the anti-gravity machine. First time huh?” she gently bumps me with her shoulder as I get ready to step into the chamber before Lily, my designated trainer, enables the ‘anti-gravity.’

“Oh this feels weird.” The way my body lifts with every step eases the pressure on my knee as I start to get used to it.

“Look at you! This is so cool.” Aggie doesn’t stop smiling as she watches me, some of the other girls occasionally making their way over to watch.

As predicted, 2 months later I begin training on the pitch. It felt lonely, watching the girls and being so close to joining them, yet so far. But I knew I was nearly there. Lily helped me with building up speed and getting used to the feel of the boots and grass again. Then came shooting practice; standing, getting passed a ball, and shooting. Eventually we added the training mannequins and Lily played goalkeeper as I manoeuvre around the pitch and obstacles.

Aggie likes to join us at lunch or sometimes gets excused by Emma to help me.

“Aggiiiie. I’m supposed to have the ball you’re supposed to just block me.”

“You gotta fight for the ball or take it off someone at some point.” Her cheeks are that beautiful pink as she grins at me.

“I hate you.” I puff out as I try to catch my breath.

“I’m wounded.” A hand falls to her heart before she approaches me, the ball still at her feet, and she leans in for a kiss.

“Nuh uh you’re being mean.”

“No I am not! Please one kiss.”

“Fine.” As she closes her eyes again and leans in, I swipe the ball from underneath her and start to run to the goal.

“What the fuck!?”

“Get better babe!” I take a shot around Lily, although not very hard considering her lack of goalkeeper training, and watch as it slots into the back of the net.

“73 minutes in and number 10 Lauren James is being subbed off! Who for? It’s Y/n L/n making her first appearance of the 24/25 season after rupturing her ACL in the Champion’s League in December last year. Her first game in 326 days at a sold-out Stamford Bridge! And who else is there to walk with her onto the pitch, if not her girlfriend and one of Chelsea’s star strikers, Aggie Beever Jones. Today is a great day for it.”

I try not to cry as Aggie takes my hand, making my way to my position. The cheer from the crowd as I jog on is deafening and I clap back at them before the ref blows the whistle.

Not long into play, Aggie makes a run forward, and I find a clear space between players near the goal and call for the ball. She kicks it and it soars through the air, making contact with my head as I jump. The net ripples as it skims passed the Arsenal keeper, and I’m making a run for Aggie to celebrate.

“First game back and you scored! Let’s fucking go!” she grabs me by my face and pulls me in. The kiss is unexpected but welcome in celebration.

We win 4-0, and Aggie and I find ourselves tangled up in our sheets, tracing patterns on each other’s bare skin as we whisper messages of love and adoration for the other.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You did everything for me.”

Y/N_L/N

Y/N_L/N: this is a thank you letter to the one who’s stood by me for 3 years. who’s loved and cared for me when I didn’t think anyone would. a year ago today I ruptured my ACL, on our anniversary, and in the year since then we’ve only grown stronger, loved each other harder, fallen deeper. i'd do it all for you, like you did for me

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Beth and Viv’s new doco on their ACL journey really helped me with writing this. Obviously not everyone’s journey is the same so I tried to make it as different as I could with ruining it all together. I hope they’re proud of the doc because it’s really going to help people, and hopefully encourage more funding in researching the ACL injuries in women’s football and help with creating boots designed for women, so it lowers the risk of injuries like ACLs.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #wsl #woso fanfics #aggie beever jones #aggie beever jones x reader #aggie beever-jones #chelsea women #chelsea fcw #cfcw

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danieljradcliffe · 1 year

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#fleabag #polls #phoebe waller bridge #Andrew Scott #television #my first poll!!

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ytsunodabrainrotbaybee · 10 months

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Hey. Could I request Zhou dating a paramedic student. Anything you can come up at for that please. Only when you get some free time though 😊🫶🏻

Thank you thank you, first request! Anon you hold a special place in my heart. 💕

I went ahead with a paramedic candidate, I have a second idea for this as well, so it may end up being a two for the price of one type thing, stand by.

I apologize for the hold Chicago Fire has on me.

Fc: Hanako Greensmith, who plays Violet in Chicago Fire, please watch it. 😐

Also, Chicago gp early in the season instead of the Vegas gp later, using the Chicago street track.

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Ynbaybee Shout out to the man’s for the shots 🫡🫡

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lilymhe So been looking forward to catching up 😭😭

ynbaybee Me too bb. You still in town?

zhouguanyu24 🤌🤌

ynbaybee You have such a way with words

Tuesday Morning rolled around. A hectic shift change later and you were on the road back to your apartment. Your PIC’s voice steady through your speakers, detailing every high and low in your performance throughout the past 24 hours.

“Really, you did great,” she said, her soft voice full of the kind of confidence you could draw from.

“Thanks Burkhart,” You said, focused a little more on pulling in to your parking spot, right next to a dark green Aston Martin.

A sore thumb next to your cute little baby blue Hyundai.

The two of you said your goodbyes before hanging up and leaving you to hurry on into your apartment.

“Zhou”

“L/N”

Guanyu had made himself at home, a still warm breakfast on the stove and coffee brewing. It filled your home with a kind of sweet and comfy scent that you would miss once Guanyu hit the road again.

“I have a flight at four tomorrow morning,” he organized two plates as he spoke. Low, but energized. “I wanted to spend some more time with you before I left.”

The two of you settled in to your couch, tucked off into a corner adjacent to your TV, ready with Netflix pulled up.

zhouguanyu24

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zhouguanyu24 points in Chicago, off to Barcelona 🙏🙏

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formulawhat Ayo????

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ynbaybee Once I’m not a probie anymore I’m making time 🫡🫡

You woke up with Guanyu, 2:30 in the morning. Too early for breakfast, plenty early for a Redbull.

“I love you, but next time maybe don’t.”

Guanyu rolled his eyes, ever the morning person to your slow moving night owl.

His hand found your waist as the two of you left the apartment, checking pockets for his belongings. You ran through his checklist again before waving your hand for him to get moving again.

The drive to the airport was quiet. While you could never fall asleep too easy in a car, it was still too early to be too talkative. You shifted your attention from the road ahead, to Guanyu. One hand in yours, the other steering.

He stayed just as quiet, not taking his eyes off of the road. Even after full minutes passed I’d you staring as him.

You held his hand in both of yours, running your thumb along his wrist.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, shooting you a glance.

“Next shift we’re having a meeting to determine wether or not I’m staying at the firehouse,” you said, “I’m pretty confident, but still nervous.”

Guanyu had pulled into a parking spot, next to where his team had just arrived moments earlier. He pulled your hands into his.

“They love you,” he squeezed your hands, “Chief Gonzales wouldn’t let you go if he wanted to.”

“Sometimes I think they like you more.”

“They like anyone who will feed them”

The two of you had drifted closer together, everything outside of the car drifted further away. Your hand found itself rested on his cheek, his on your arm.

“I love you,” his voice barely hit a whisper before his lips were on yours. The kind of soft, tame kiss that would never hold you over until his next visit, but it would have to do.

The next kiss just a quick peck, followed by an exchange of “good luck” and Guanyu jumping out of the car and running to catch up with his team. Leaving you alone to make your way back to your apartment. Hopefully to recover some sleep.

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zhouguanyu24 my love made it out of her probationary period, definitely Chicago’s finest. 😌😌

formulawhat A Y O??

f1fann Zhou can you fight?

ynbaybee I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am.

fyrefyghter Always knew you were what’s missing zhouguanyu24

zhouguanyu24 what do you want me to bring next time?

fyrefyghter Just your handsome self 🫡

ynbaybee Cruz. Don’t make me get the hose

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lilymhe For once.

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ynbaybee Yessir 🫡

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lulublack90 · 3 months

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Prompt 28 - Airport

@jegulus-microfic January 28 Word count 868

This ones for you @thedvilsinthedetails

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He held on to his emotions as he left Grimmauld. He held on as he drove home. He held on as he walked through the front door. He held on. He held on. He held on.

Tears began spilling from his eyes. His breath came in short, shaky gasps as the panic set in. He held onto the wall as he slid down it, back pressed into the front door. Oh gods, what had he done?

He wallowed. He went to work. He ate. He showered. But he felt no joy.

A month. One single month. He shouldn’t be feeling it so hard after such a short amount of time. But being with Regulus had been different. They fit together perfectly. It hadn’t seemed like only a month.

Sirius came around on Wednesday. Regulus had kicked him out of the house.

“Apparently, my way of packing is chaotic and has no place in the civilised world.” He’d told James, quoting Regulus in a dull monotone. “So here I am.” Sirius proclaimed, flinging his arms wide with a huge cheesy grin plastered on his face.

“What about Remus? Did he get kicked out as well?” James asked, not overly bothered but needed something to say.

“No. Remus had a label-maker, and the pair of them can somehow talk telepathically to each other about correct packing order.” Sirius pulled a face. “It was weird.”

Had James had been his usual self. He would have found it incredibly funny and pointed out that he and Sirius had the same telepathic abilities. But he wasn’t, so he didn’t.

“I’m thinking about getting a dog,” Sirius said out of nowhere.

“What?” James blinked at him, confused. Not sure if he’d heard him correctly.

“A dog. Remus says no. But I thought if he we went halves on one. Then it could spend half its time at ours and half its time here. What do you think?" James did not have the energy to deal with this.

“I’m more of a cat person.” He said lamely. Sirius exploded with noise.

“What! What do you mean you’re more of a cat person? How did I not know this after over a decade of friendship? How can my best mate hate dogs?!” He flung himself dramatically across James’s kitchen table, sobbing huge fake sobs.

“I didn’t say I hated dogs. I’d just rather have a cat if I have the option.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You’ll just have to convince Remus to let you have one.”

Sirius had dinner with James and bounced ideas off James that he could use to get a dog.

“Are you going home tonight, or are you banned?” James asked in case he needed to make the spare bed.

“Nah, I’ve been told I’ll get a message when I’m allowed back.” James sighed. There was no way Sirius was going home tonight.

“I’ll go make up the spare bed.”

Sirius didn’t get a message until the following morning. He left soon after.

“Sorry, mate, but he goes tomorrow, and well, you know—” James did know. He’d give anything to go around there, but Sirius had said Regulus didn’t want to see him and had made it quite clear that Sirius wasn’t to invite James over until after Regulus was gone.

James threw himself into his work. He answered emails, typed out invoices and completed his lists of tasks for the day in record time.

He found himself searching local shelters for cats between jobs. Bloody Sirius.

He went to bed that night and dreamt he was a crazy cat lady.

Friday. His phone told him it was Friday. In a few short hours, Regulus would be sitting on a plane. Flying over the Atlantic Ocean on his way to New York.

James jumped to his feet, grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. He couldn’t let him leave without saying goodbye.

For the first time since they’d owned it. His mum’s old minivan had failed him. It sat on the side of the road, smoking and groaning.

“No!” He screams at it, kicking a tyre. He yelled up at the skies like a madman and took off running. The airport was only a few miles he could make it.

He got there sweating and out of breath. He checked his watch. There was still time. He looked around, eyes darting everywhere. Then he saw him at the top of the escalator, heading into the departures area. He couldn’t go any further without a ticket.

“REGULUS!” He shouted as loudly as he could. “REGULUS!”He tried again. “REGULUS!” People were starting to look at him. “REGULUS!” A hand appeared on his shoulder.

“Sir, if you continue to cause a disturbance, we will be forced to remove you.” The airport guard warned.

“Sorry,” James muttered, only slightly embarrassed. He looked back to where he’d last seen Regulus. But he was gone.

He dug in his pockets, thinking he’d buy a cheap ticket so he could follow him. His pockets were empty. He’d left his wallet on his desk.

He unlocked his phone and brought up Regulus’s contact details. He called his number.

“The number you have dialled is not in service. Goodbye.”

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elisysd · 11 months

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Lover of mine – 5 Seconds of Summer

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes You're the only thing that I think I got right

Astonished. That was how Charles felt.

As light as a feather. That was the feeling of her lips on his.

A mirage. That was what Lyanna was.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered against his lips before leaving as quick as she came, leaving Charles there, still trying to process what just happened.

He knew better now than to run after her. He could tell that she did not plan to kiss him, that somehow it just happened. That right now, she might be scared and panicking. Every fiber in his body wanted to go after her, to take her in his arms and to kiss her again. But he also knew that she needed her own space. She needed to put her feelings in order and he was probably the last person she wanted help from.

Still, he could not get rid of the feeling of having his heart ripped in two. A half for him and the other for her. Tonight, she had left with a piece of his heart, one he did not want back.

He slept really bad, tossing, and turning, reliving the kiss, and blaming himself for not reacting quicker. As a driver, it was something he usually was proud of. How fast he could react. He could have had hold her; she would have been trapped in his arms. And he would not have let her go. When his alarm went off, he grumbled. He still had to pack and he had to leave soon.

It was around ten in the morning that Joris came to his place to pick him up to go to the airport. Seeing his friend’s pale and tired face, he worried.

“Tough night?”

“Horrible.” Charles confirmed.

“Pre-race jitters, or something else?”

“Lyanna kissed me. And she left. I didn’t have the opportunity to properly say goodbye.”

“Oh, wow. Well, I certainly did not expect that. I would have bet you would have been the one to make the first move.”

“Thought so too. She beat me to it. But then she said sorry and she panicked. I asked her to come to Zandvoort. I will wait and see now.”

“Don’t you want to make a quick stop at her place?”

“Do we have time?”

Joris checked his watch.

“Well,I’d say we have 15 minutes top. If you take longer, we might have to go past the speed limits.”

That's all it took for Charles to head for the stairs, which would be quicker than waiting for the lift. He climbed the stairs one by one before arriving at Lyanna's door and banging on the wooden panel. No answer. Which didn't surprise him. He continued for another 5 minutes before the next door opened, revealing an old lady and her Chihuahua.

“The young lady left early this morning at around 4am. I know because I could hear her crying and dragging her suitcase. It made a loud noise in the corridor and woke up my little Floppy. What a naughty girl. If you see her again, tell her that next time I'm going to report her to the security guard.”

She was gone. For good. Without a backward glance. What could he have done to make her run away like that? Was he such a bad kisser? Charles asked himself a thousand and one questions. He wasn't surprised that she had run away, even if it disappointed him a little, he sincerely thought that they were past this. He knew she still had some inner demons to fight but he thought that he would be by her side to help her get through them.

So many incoherences he could not process. She kissed him and yet she was the one who ran away. If she kissed him, that would mean that she had some kind of feelings for him. He could understand that it could be frightening for her, considering what she went through during her previous relationship. But what he could not fathom was that she preferred to leave rather than talk to him. They were both adults, and first and foremost, they were friends. If the kiss was just a spur of the moment, because she was feeling emotional and it didn’t mean anything for her, fine he could put it past him. If she had some romantic feelings for him, it was also fine. Charles knew that he was feeling something more than just friendship, not being entirely sure that it was love. But his point was, they could explore their connection together. See where it could lead. Together. He was ready for that and more importantly he wanted to.

He could have texted her to say all that, he almost did. But it was a conversation that needed to be made in person.

His thoughts occupied him throughout the journey. He was surprisingly quiet, only responding when spoken to. And even then, it was in relatively short sentences. His bad mood was evident in the days leading up to the race to the point that Fred, Ferrari’s team principal, took him aside to is driver’s room before heading for the first free practice on Friday.

‘You’ve been in a bad mood all the week, kiddo. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He replied sharply.

“I just want to make sure you have your head in the game, Charles.”

“Don’t worry about me and just make sure that this fucking car is actually drivable.” He snapped.

Fred didn’t say anything, only looked at him. He had a way of being with Charles that made him feel like a little boy. In many ways, they were similar. The same taste for winning, for hard work, for respecting teams, for honesty. He was one of the people Charles trusted most. Fred could read him like an open book, in his silences and in his eyes.

“I invited someone and I think she won’t come. That’s it.”

“So it’s a girl. She must have hurt you a lot for you to be acting like that.”

“The thing is… I’m not mad or even hurt. I think. I understand her, I know her reasons but at the same time I can’t help but be disappointed. I just want to see her; I want to know that she is okay but I don’t know where she is.”

“Well, if she makes you feel like that, she must be pretty special.”

“I care a lot about her, yes.” He confessed.

“Then I’m sure you will both find your ways back to each other. But for now, I need you to be fully focused Charles, okay?”

“You know that I will.”

The free practices went on relatively well. Not bad but not good either, something that Charles was unfortunately used to, and soon enough it was time for qualifying. Charles knew that this was his strong point, so he approached Saturday with a certain relaxed attitude. Even if his eyes lingered a little longer than usual in the crowd. On his way around the paddock, he spotted Pierre in the middle of a warm-up session with his physio. He approached her to wish her luck. As his best friend knew him all too well, he immediately noticed the Ferrari driver's deceptively relaxed attitude.

“She is not here. And Kika has not heard about her since our last dinner in Monaco.”

Charles swallowed. He had suspected it, but a wave of disappointment washed over him.

“If I have news, you’ll be the first one to know, okay?” added the Alpine driver.

“Thanks Pierre.”

With his head full of questions, Charles climbed into his single seater. In this environment, he always managed to detach himself from the rest of the world and enter his own bubble. Today was no exception, even if it was more difficult than usual. And so the qualifying session began. Charles took his time before starting his flying lap and he quickly sensed that something wasn't quite right. It didn't take him long to realise that there was an engine problem, forcing him to stop dead in the middle of the road. By the time he had extricated himself from the car, the smell of burning had caught in his throat.

The red flag brought Q1 to a premature end, placing Charles at the back of the grid for Sunday's start.

A few hours away from Zandvoort, in a childhood bedroom, Lyanna watched the qualification session and her heart ached for Charles. She arrived in her mom’ s home the day after that fateful dinner at Charles’ place, her eyes puffy and red. No questions were asked by her mom who simply took her daughter in her arms and tried to console her the best she could.

But seeing her little girl watching a car race when she never demonstrated any interest for the sport, she couldn’t help but get curious. Especially when Lyanna made a weird face when the commentator announced that Charles was out.

“Isn’t it the famous boy you were always trying to avoid talking about when I started questioning you about him when dating rumours came out?” she asked sitting on her daughter’s bed.

Lyanna nodded.

“Is he the one I should blame for making you come here, all the way from Monaco a week before you said you would come here?”

“It’s me. Who messed up, mom.”

And here she was again, the tears accumulating behind her eyelids.

“Oh my sweet girl…”

He mother took her in her arms, gently rocking her while Lyanna let the tears stream down her face.

“Whatever you did, I’m sure you can fix it.”

“I kissed him mom. And then I ran away. Like a coward, something I promised myself I wouldn’t be anymore. He taught me to be brave and how do I thank him?”

“Do you love this boy?”

“I… I don’t know. I like him, I care for him but what do I know about love?”

“If you care, then it’s enough. You don’t have to put words on what you feel if you are not ready.”

“I’m sure he hates me.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“I’m too scared of being rejected. I sure would reject myself if I was him.”

Her mom sighed. She was used to see her daughter so unconfident.

“You will never know, if you keep on avoiding him. And if he is smart enough, he will listen to you.”

“He is so great mom. He is funny, he is kind, he is brave, he cares about people. He helped me when I never asked him to, just because it was something that seemed normal to him. He is down to earth, he is loyal. He loves his family and is friends. He is perfect. Well not really, because sometimes he can be stubborn and he has a hard time knowing what limits are. And he doesn’t know how to cook, which is not a bad thing but I would not trust him in a kitchen by himself. And he can be cocky. But… he makes me feel good. And happy. And I really miss him.” She let out in one breath.

“Well, he seems like a great man. A great man for a great woman.”

“I don’t feel great right now…”

“You too are funny and kind and brave. You are the most hard-working woman I’ve met Lyanna. All the hardships you went through, all the battles you fought, made you who you are. You are strong, stronger than you think. You are bright. And I’m so, so proud of the woman you become and keep on becoming. And I’m not saying that just because you are my daughter. You are loveable, my Lya. And if this boy can make you feel like the happiest woman in the world, hang on to him. At least, talk to him. If it works out, then it could be the most beautiful thing in your life. If it doesn’t, then I’ll be there to fix the broken pieces of your heart, sweetheart.”

Lyanna could simply nod while hearing her mother’s words. She knew what she had to do.

On Charles’ end, the Sunday race was as awful than the qualification session. A DNF was just what he needed to end this awful week. Coming back in the garage, he did what he could to avoid photographers. He was annoyed and the first words he spoke as he entered the Ferrari garage were for the mechanics and engineers.

“Is it too much to ask to have one weekend, just one, of happiness or at least one without mechanical or strategic problems?”

But despite his poor weekend, he was pleased to see Pierre finish 5th just behind Russell's Mercedes.

At Alpine, the mood was a little happier than at Ferrari. Pierre and Esteban were celebrating their top 10 finishes, Kika taking videos as a souvenir, when the brunette saw a notification flash across her screen. Lyanna had just contacted her.

“I messed up. Again but big time, this time. I would understand if you didn’t want to help me but I just want to make things right. Is there a way for Pierre to get me VIP access for Monza next week? And please, not a word to Charles, I want to surprise him.”

Kika smiled and headed to Pierre to get him away from the team for a while.

“Lyanna texted me. She wants to surprise Charles at Monza.”

Pierre sighed.

“Is she sure? He is going to get a lot of attention.”

“She seemed determined.”

“Well then I guess, we will have a prestigious guest in Alpine’s garage next week.”

Kika quickly responded to the actress saying that Pierre would take care of everything. Even if Sunday was an awful day for Lyanna, she really hated to see Charles giving his all and not succeeding, she slept that day with a little smile on her face.

Monza, be ready. Here she comes.

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author's note: Did you really thought that I would leave this chapter drama free? 👀 How many of you want to smack Lyanna after breaking (once again) Charles' heart? How do you think Monza will go? Will Charles forgive her? Will he ignore her? Will he be mad? And how do you think Lyanna will act? I can't wait to have your reaction! Don't forget to leave a comment, or if you want to chat more of this story you, my DMs are open! Take care.

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theladyofdeath · 11 months

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Better or Worse {14}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

Better or Worse Masterlist

Warnings: language, child loss

~ Nesta ~

The ache between my thighs is slight when I wake up the following morning, but pleasant. There’s no confusion as I lay half on top of my husband, all of my bare skin lined up with his. My leg is hitched up on his thigh and one of his hands is, of course, on my ass. I lift my head to look at his sleeping face…

Only to find him awake and already gazing down at me.

“Good morning.” He smiles and his voice tells me he hasn’t been awake for long.

“Mmm, good morning.” I lean up and press my lips to his, feeling that hand on my ass tighten as he squeezes.

“How do you feel?” He asks, lips still brushing against mine.

“Sore,” I admit, chuckling. “But good. Amazing.”

He smiles, but cups my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone. “No regrets about what we did last night?”

I hesitate only for a second, considering what I’d told him in therapy. Cassian notices, but doesn’t push, doesn’t take my hesitation personally, knowing I’m working out my thoughts. “I only regret that we let it get to that point.”

His eyes soften as his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Sex isn’t everything, but I feel like nothing else is missing now. Everything is falling back into place.”

“I know what you mean,” I whisper, and I mean it. There’s a certain intimacy, an irreplaceable closeness that sex with the person you love creates. We had been missing that closeness for so long, and now I finally feel whole. Running my hand down his chest, I sigh contentedly. “I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow. “For what?”

“I know most of our issues began with me,” I say, tracing the ink on his chest with my finger. “And I haven’t owned up to that like I should. I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I promise not to be like that anymore. I promise to communicate and not hide from my pain. I promise not to push you away.”

He’s listening to me quietly and when it’s clear I’m done talking, he takes my chin and makes me meet his gaze. “I need you to know that there has not been a day that has gone by that I have not been completely in love with you.”

Suddenly, I realize how much I’ve been longing to hear those words. How much I needed to hear them, how much I needed him to say them. Emotion springs from nowhere and my vision goes blurry. He reaches up as a tear falls and brushes it away, and when the tears keep coming he rolls on top of me and kisses my tears away.

“I love you,” he breathes. “I always have, and I always will.”

Check out is at eleven and we need to be at the airport by noon, but it’s only eight.

We spend the next couple hours showing each other just how deeply our love goes.

………..

“So it seems the time away did some good,” Gwyn says as we sit on the couch in front of her desk.

We’re a completely different couple than we were last time we were here. Cassian’s arm is around my shoulders and my hand rests on his leg. I’m leaning into him, comfortable in his loose embrace.

“You could say that,” Cassian replies, his arm hugging me closer for just a second before releasing me again.

I blush. Like a schoolgirl. I am twenty-nine years-old, a New York Times bestselling author and I am blushing because my husband loosely insinuated we had sex.

I don’t even know who I am.

“That’s good to hear.” Her smile is genuine and I can tell she cares about her clients. We aren’t a paycheck for her. She really wants to help us work through our issues and make it out of this stronger than we were. “Nesta, I know you were concerned about your workload while you were gone. How is it feeling now that you’re home? Are you still feeling overwhelmed?”

I take a minute to think about my words before I say them. “Honestly? Yes…but I’m managing my emotions better, I think.” Cassian nods his agreement beside me. “Most of it has to do with my agent, not necessarily the work itself, but I’m working on standing up for myself when it comes to him. So…it’s a work in progress.”

Gwyn nods thoughtfully. “A work in progress sounds promising.” She sets her pen down and looks between the two of us. “So, now that you two are home, what are a couple of goals you can set for yourselves?”

I look up at Cassian, who's already looking at me. He speaks first. “I think it’s time we let our family know about our past with infertility.” He says it hesitantly, as if he’s not sure how I’ll react, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now, too. “I think it’s important that we share that burden.”

“I agree,” I say, and I think it surprises him. “Especially since we’re not sure what the future holds, you know?”

Cassian gives me a confused expression and Gwyn remains quiet, letting us have this conversation. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” I say, suddenly feeling more aware of Gwyn’s presence, “now that we’re having sex again, things happen…you know? I mean, I know we’re being careful, me being on the pill and all, but stuff happens. I don’t know if I’m ever going to get pregnant again, and if I don’t…” I don’t finish that thought, and I start to stare at where my hand is on his lap. “If I don’t, then I guess it’s just not in the cards for us, but if I do…I want my sisters, and Rhys and Az, to be there with us. I want them to know, and if we have to go through something like that again, and gods, I hope we never have to again, but…if we do…I want to be able to lean on them for strength, too. For both of us. So, I say all that to say that I agree. I think we should share that burden. They love us, and will want to be there for us.”

Gwyn’s smile is encouraging and when I turn to Cassian, his eyes are lined with silver. I can read the pride on his face. A month ago, I wouldn’t even acknowledge the loss of our baby. I wouldn’t let myself think about it or I’d fall back into the dark place I barely clawed my way out of. Now, I want to tell our family, to take another step towards the closure I never thought I’d have.

I squeeze his leg gently, letting him know he doesn’t need to say anything. Instead, he presses a kiss to my temple and clears his throat. He looks to Gwyn and asks, “What else you got, doc?”

She laughs, shaking her head at him, as I’ve done a thousand times. “Just look at the personal progress you’ve made, Cassian. Asking for prompts?” She glances down at her notebook. “As always, only share whatever information you feel comfortable doing so, but I couldn’t help but notice you mentioned that you’re having sex again. I know that was a hurdle for both of you, for different reasons. How are you feeling, individually, after taking that step again?”

We look at each other and I give him a nod indicating he can go first. Turning back towards Gwyn, he removes his arm from my shoulders and laces his fingers together, staring at them. I know he’s not pulling away from me, the heat of his thigh pressing into mine is proof of that. “I’m a very physical person and I don’t mean that in just a sexual way. I work a physically demanding job, I enjoy working my body hard at the gym, and I crave the intimacy of physical contact. I hadn’t realized just how draining it was to not have that contact, to not hold her hand in the car or curl up on the couch, until it was gone. And even then, I didn’t fully understand what I was missing. We drifted apart and I thought the wrongness I felt was due to our marriage deteriorating, but even when things started to get better, things still weren’t quite right. Now that we’re having sex, it feels like things are getting back to the way they used to be.” He glances over at me and I can see the slight blush high in his cheeks. “However, we are a, uh, very sexual couple. Sex isn’t everything, of course, but it has always been a big part of our relationship. With it missing, we sort of lost sight of who we were, together. Now it feels like we’re finally getting back on track.”

His words have me emotional in all the right ways.

“You feel the rekindling of normalcy and connection,” Gwyn says, kindly, and Cassian nods. “Very good. Nesta? How do you feel now that you’ve taken that step?”

I hesitate, but Cassian doesn’t seem to take offense to it. He simply watches me, and waits patiently. “On the topic of our past, I am scared of getting pregnant again,” I admit, quietly. “But, I’m on birth control. I don’t think I’m going to be off of it any time soon. And, I agree with Cassian. Sex has always been a big part of our relationship and it’s felt like something has been missing. Now that we’ve found that intimacy again, it feels right. I feel like we’ve been mending a connection that had been really, really broken for a long time.”

Gwyn is quiet for a long time, then she says, “I’m proud of you two. I can see your growth and hear the truth behind your words. I want to encourage you to always be mindful. Keep communication open. Do not go a day without talking about your feelings, even now when things are going well. It’s when things are going good that you need to keep working on your relationship. Never stop building your foundation and I have no doubt that the two of you will thrive.”

Cassian's hand finds mine and squeezes. There’s a promise in his touch, one that makes me want to climb on top of him right here and now and proclaim my love. But I keep it in my pants as we wrap up our session with Gwyn.

I do kiss him the moment we’re in the car, though. I think I catch him off guard as I fling myself over the middle console, grab his face, and shove my tongue into his mouth. He laughs quietly against my lips before he starts kissing me back.

We go on like that for a minute before I break it, and when I lean back, his eyes have that look that makes my toes curl and my heart beat a little bit faster.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Because I love you,” I tell him, without any hesitation.

“I love you, too,” he promises, then he’s taking my hand as I drive us out of the parking lot.

We’re halfway down Main Street when he squeezes my hand and says, “We’ve almost been married ten years.”

I can’t believe it, can’t believe that we’ve been married for almost a decade. I can’t believe that I almost lost him, too, after all that time, when we still have a lifetime to go. “We have,” I say, playfully. “I can’t believe we got married when we were just babies.”

Cassian chuckles. “Do you ever regret getting married so young?”

His question is not judgmental, only curious. I glance at him. “No. Never.”

“Me either,” he says, his voice light as his thumb brushes the back of my hand. “I knew I wanted to marry you from the second I met you.”

I snort, keeping my eyes on the road. “Yeah, right. I was a bitch to you.”

“Which I loved.”

Now I outright laugh. “Liar.”

He shakes his head. “I swear. You were feisty. Even when you pissed me off, I couldn’t get enough of you.”

I pull up to a redlight just as he finishes speaking, and he’s looking at me with the softest eyes and the easiest smile. I feel my cheeks redden, which is ridiculous, but I’m too in love with him to care or be embarrassed.

His grin widens as I start moving again. “Ten years,” he says, again, and I feel something similar to teenage butterflies fluttering around in the pit of my stomach. “Let’s get remarried.”

I nearly swerve off the road. “What?”

“Yeah, like a vow renewal type of thing,” he says, nonchalantly. “Let’s do that.”

As my thoughts run wild, I pull the car off the road and put it in park on the shoulder. When I take my hands off the wheel and face Cassian, he looks confused, but then I ask, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He hesitates. “What?”

“Let’s do that?” I repeat. “That’s how you’re going to ask me to renew our vows?”

His grin returns. “Yeah. Why? Not good enough?”

“No!” I yell, shoving him, which only makes him laugh. “You can’t ask me something like that so…so….casually.”

“Nesta—”

“You’re practically proposing marriage again,” I go on, staring at him dubiously. “You can’t propose in the passenger seat while I’m driving down the road.”

“Pretty sure I proposed marriage a decade ago,” he mutters, eyes bright.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I demand a romantic gesture. Then I’ll give you my answer.” When I look at him, he’s grinning that insufferable grin of his. “You proposed romantically. Be romantic now.”

His humored eyes soften. “I was pretty romantic, wasn’t I?”

I think back to that day, when he proposed. It was early spring, but it was a beautiful night. We were in the midst of a storm, but there was a lull in the weather and although the grass was damp and the sky was gray, it was warm outside and the sun was peeking through the clouds. He went on and on about his love for me, about what we meant to each other, and then when the softest of rains began to fall again from the heavens, he asked me to marry him.

I said yes, with no hesitation.

“I remember everything I said that day,” he says, quietly. “And I meant every damn word. I still mean every damn word.”

I swallow, trying to hide the rush of emotion that has flooded my body, my soul, my entire being. “You do?”

He nods. “I told you,” he began, taking my hand in his, “that I loved you more than anyone I had ever loved before. I hadn’t even realized that the love I had for you was possible. You completely surprised me; came out of nowhere. I hadn’t meant to fall in love with you, but I did. Without hesitation. Without doubt. That day, I vowed that I would love you until the day that I die, that I would love you unconditionally, and that no matter how hard life gets….I would be there for you. And I hope you know that’s still true. I will love you, Nesta, until I’m not here anymore, and there is nothing that you could do that would make me stop loving you. No matter what happens, I’ll be here, and I am just in love with you today as I was the day that I asked you to marry me.”

I don’t realize that I’m crying until he reaches up and brushes away my tears.

“I want to renew our vows so that you know, without a doubt, that I am inconceivably in love with you,” he breathes.

“Inconceivably?” I ask, breath hitched on a laugh. “Yeah, I read your books.” He grins, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip.

I laugh, the sound bringing more tears to my eyes.

“What do you say?” He asks, leaning in so our lips are a hair's breadth apart.

My eyes fall shut as his breath fans over my lips, smelling of spearmint gum and it takes everything in me not to crawl over the middle console and show him how I feel.

But I don’t.

Instead, I kiss him softly, sweetly, and pull away. I smile as I breathe, “Ask me later.”

I can already see the mischief in his eyes, the plan he’s coming up with. “You’re never going to see it coming.”

“Good.”

Putting the car into drive, I pull back onto the road, merging into traffic. Cassian takes my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

It feels like we’re going to be okay.

More than okay.

Perfect.

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roadsidefool · 1 year

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The only person I’d run through an airport for is you

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

VII VIII - i'm left, you're right, she's gone IX

Y/N's lids slowly slid open, the chirping of the birds outside waking her up. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes, she smiled at Jack's peaceful expression, his soft snores echoing around the hotel room.

Weirdly enough, she felt like lying there, her body intertwined with his, was exactly what she was supposed to be doing. Nothing about their late-night encounter felt awkward or uncomfortable the morning after. In fact, she’d gladly stay like that a couple more hours, even if it was just to admire the way her former linemate's lips were shaped, or how the stubble on his face made him look so grown-up and mature. Jack looked incredible even when he was asleep. She could swear he grew more handsome by the minute.

Tapping her fingertips on his naked chest, she carefully leaned over him, reaching for his phone to check the time.

It was almost half past one. The doctor gasped, coming to the realization her flight was set to leave in an hour and twenty minutes and she had yet to get up, take a shower and pack.

Making sure she didn’t wake him up, Y/N untangled herself from Jack's embrace, detached her legs from his side and climbed off the bed, checking her pajama pants for her key. Planting a chaste kiss goodbye on his forehead, she quickly ran to the door, leaving the room and rushing to hers.

Picking a pair of denim overalls and a sweater, the coach's daughter hurriedly took a shower, choosing to throw her hair into a ponytail and putting on her pink Converse before packing and checking the room to see if she wasn’t leaving anything behind.

Fortunately, she managed to hail a cab and make it to the airport just in time to check-in, get through security and enter the plane, right before the last call.

Plopping down on her seat, Y/N retrieved her phone from her purse, typing a text to Jack.

Thank you for letting me crash with you. Was running a little late to catch my flight and I didn’t want to wake you up – you look extremely cuddly and cute when you’re asleep. Hope to hear from you soon!

Love, Y/N.

PS: you snore pretty loudly. Thought I’d give you a heads up.

Jack was awoken by the loud ringtone he had set for his text notifications. Feeling the lack of Y/N's body heat on top of him, he reached for her, only to realize she wasn’t next to him. The Devils' player opened his eyes, sighing, and took his phone from the nightstand, a small grin appearing on his face when he saw her name on the screen.

He hadn’t dreamt about her showing at his doorstep asking to stay over. It was real. It happened.

The vulnerability she had shown him was so different from what he was used to getting from her. She had always been the independent one, and he couldn’t imagine how helpless she must’ve felt to ask for his aid. Above all, Jack loved the fact that she’d come to him. Y/N had trusted him to provide her a feeling of safety and comfort and that made his heart soar.

He was flying from Michigan to LA and then straight to Newark, but he still had plenty of time to kill before that.

Getting up, he noticed how eager he was to see Y/N again. She had just left, yet there he was, like a lost puppy, waiting for her return.

Without really putting much thought into it, he got ready and left his luggage by the door, going downstairs to at least grab some lunch before heading out.

Trevor and Alex were sat alone at one of the tables, sunglasses covering their eyes and holding their heads up with their fists. Jack chuckled to himself, leaning down and placing his arms around his hungover friends’ shoulders.

“Good morning, Vietnam!” he chanted, enthusiastically, channeling his inner Robin Williams.

“I swear I’ll punch you in the nuts, you douche.” Trevor barked, wincing as he momentarily took of his sunglasses.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jack asked in a mocking tone.

“Shh, man. I’m in pain.” Alex hushed him.

“I can’t believe you dweebs got drunk on two glasses of wine. By the way, nice singing, Victoria. Really smooth.”

“I don’t tiptoe around things, my friend. I go in for the kill with the song choices.” his blond friend pointed out, sipping from his glass of water. “My throat feels as dry as the freaking desert, I’m going to stick to rootbeer from now on.”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.” Alex condescended, patting his shoulder.

“So, young stallion, did you and Junior have a sleepover again?” Trevor inquired, looking at Jack. “You did, didn’t you? You totally did! Ow, my head…”

“Nothing happened. Fuck, when did you two become so nosy?”

“Since you became a free man. That means we’re you’re both single at the same time. It’s glorious!” Alex crowed.

“Calm down, Turc. It’s not like they’re going to be single for long.” Trevor smirked.

“We’re not?”

“I give you a week. You two will be begging to go on a double date with Tiff and I.”

“Tiffani with an i or Tiffany with a y?"

"Shut up."

Y/N leaned back on her seat, checking for the tenth time if her phone was on airplane mode and looking at the pictures she had taken throughout the weekend, stopping when she saw one of the photos Cole had taken of her and Jack. It was one of the very last pictures, after their friend had said people were going to crazy over them and the pair stopped posing. Or at least they were supposed to. Jack's eyes remained focused solely on Y/N as she moved forward to retrieve her father's phone. He had the sweetest smile on his face and she couldn’t help but grin like a fool at the sight of it.

“Aw, look at you two, so in love!”

The doctor came back to reality, the voice coming from the seat next to hers, where an elderly lady was sat, with a chord holding her large spectacles around her neck, a magazine on her lap and both eyes glued to Y/N's phone.

“Oh, we’re not… It’s not… We’re friends.” she stuttered.

The older woman leaned in a bit closed, putting her glasses on.

“Well, darling, you could’ve fooled me.”

“We trained together…”

“You kids are athletes? How fabulous!”

“Oh, it was just a thing I did for fun. I’m a doctor. He’s the athlete.”

“I love sports.” the lady smiled at her. “I guess it’s related to the fact that I was named after one of the greats.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, dear. I’m Lidia. My father was a big fan of Lidia Bongiovanni back in the day.” she said, holding out her hand.

“Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you.” the coach's daughter replied, shaking her hand.

“That’s a beautiful name, sweetheart. And you have such a pretty face to go with it, what a doll!”

“Thank you!” Y/N blushed. “That’s so nice of you to say.”

“You know what? Now that I’m really looking at you smiling, you’re reminding me so much of my daughter… Tony! Antonino, amore!” Lidia called, sticking her neck out, looking for her husband. “Come here!”

A man around her age came rushing down the aisle, holding a bag of peanuts and a set of headphones under his arm. His grey hair was neatly combed to the side and he had a rather thick moustache adorning his upper lip.

“What is it, tesoro?” Grigory inquired, in a distinct italian accent.

“This young lady sitting next to me is Y/N. She’s a doctor! Doesn’t she look a bit like our Gia?”

Tony directed his attention to Y/N, who waved hello. He looked her up and down, furrowing his brows.

“You miss her too much, Lidia. Ms. Y/N here doesn’t look anything like our daughter.” the old man chuckled, showing his dimples.

“Oh, but she does! Don’t fight me on this, Antonino Benedetti!”

“Alright, tesoro, alright, whatever you say.” he smiled, squeezing her shoulder. “I’m going back to my seat, I got myself some peanuts and a nice movie to watch. It was lovely to meet you, Ms. Y/N. Have a nice flight!”

“Thanks, you too!” Y/N jested.

She watched as Tony kissed Lidia's head and walked back to his seat, a few rows ahead.

“Why aren’t you seating next to your husband. Mrs. Benedetti?”

“Please, call me Lidia! Well, we only booked the flight yesterday and these two seats were the last ones left.”

“Do you want me to switch seats with him? It’s totally fine by me, I don’t mind!” Y/N offered, standing up.

“Oh no, stay! Tony and I are practically attached to the hip, there’s no problem in being separated for a few hours.” Lidia winked. “Plus, he has the awful habit of talking through the entirety of a movie.”

The doctor chuckled lightly, nodding.

“Your husband…”

“Tony.” the older woman corrected her.

“Sorry. Tony said you are missing your daughter. How long have you been apart?”

“We’ve got five kids, four living in different places across the country. Gia lives in the farthest away, so we only see her one or two times a year.”

“Oh… I don’t think I could handle living so far away from my daughter.”

“Life tricks us like that sometimes. She went over there to do her masters, fell in love and never came back for good. As long as Gia's happy the ache in my chest is less of a burden, though. How old is yours?”

“Josephine five now. Here.” Y/N handed Lidia her phone. “You can swipe left, there’s more.”

“She’s a stunner, Y/N. Well done!” the elderly lady gushed, flipping through her camera roll. “Oh and back to the lovebirds.” she winked, once she landed on Y/N's pictures with Jack.

“We’re…”

“I know, I know.” Lidia waved her off. “But he does look very interested.”

“No, Lidia, he’s really not…”

“Wait, are you married?”

“Divorced. But Jack and I are friends and I think we’ll never cross the line to anything other than that.” Y/N mumbled, now looking at the picture.

“You never know. Love is a strange thing, my dear. It knocks us out, pulls us back up and then does the same thing all over again repeatedly. It may blossom from a friendship at any time Don’t ever close yourself off to it just because you might be afraid of the outcome. If I hadn’t allowed a friendship to become more than that I wouldn’t be married for forty-seven years with five kids and thirteen grandchildren. Making the decision is the difficult part. Trust me, I know a thing or two.” Lidia patted her hand.

“You do seem like a lovely couple.”

“Oh, we’ve fought long and hard for our love. Tony came to the US with a scholarship and the hope of having a better life. His parents didn’t have a lot of money, but they encouraged their son to pursue his dreams. I met him in an English Literature class in college. We started off as friends: he made me laugh and always walked me to class, but quickly we realized that there was something more between us. I put up a good fight against my feelings because I didn’t want to lose what we had for something that could go terribly wrong, but Tony never gave up on me. Eventually I decided that I only had one life to life so we started dating. We dated throughout the summer and, boy, did we have a great time. He met my parents in September and I’m not going to sugarcoat this: they hated him. They wouldn’t accept our relationship and tried to convince me to leave him, ultimately giving me an ultimatum: either I got rid of, in their actual words, ‘that awful low-life’ or they’d cut me off. So I did the only thing I could possibly do in my situation: I married him and left town. We were twenty at the time…”

“That’s one hell of a love story… Did your parents really cut you off?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t exactly pinpoint the last time I even saw them before they passed away.” Lidia sighed, adjusting her spectacles. “But I have a wonderful family. They are my everything. If I could go back, I wouldn’t have done anything differently. So, my dear Y/N, I advise you to ponder giving that boy Jack a chance. Who knows, you might find just what you have always been looking for.”

“How did you…”

“A mother always knows, right?”

LAX was as busy as usual. Jack navigated his way through the crowd of oblivious travelers, going down the escalators with his large suitcase in tow.

Coming back to LA was bittersweet: he loved the city and this a publicity deal, but he knew he would have to work with the person he had willed himself to let go of recently. His heart wasn’t hurting, but he dreaded the awkward post-break-up moments that would surely ensue as soon as he stepped foot on set.

Man up, Jack.

Jack stepped off the escalator, spotting the person he was looking for. He squinted, trying to read what his agent turned friend had scribbled down on a piece of cardboard.

Barry Benson, it read.

“I was hoping that, after all these years and my constant nagging, you’d finally let it go.”

“You know damn well I’ll never let you live down the bee costume.”

He laughed loudly, pulling his friend into a hug.

“I should’ve made my mom block you on social media, Ed.”

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natashaismylove · 2 years

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G!p reader and natasha run away to Norway together and sleeps with each other on the run? Some soft sex maybe. Could you do an angst ending too?

Fugitives |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha and y/n are both too scared to admit their feelings for one another. As the team splits up and both of them go into hiding, they finally find themselves in a situation where they can be together.

Pairing: g!p reader x Natasha

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, g!p reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, begging, breeding kink, slight pain kink, mention of pregnancy, death. 18+ minors DNI.

Word count: 3001

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For once in my life I made the decision to follow my heart instead of my head. I wasn’t quite sure who’s side to be on, but whether or not I had made the right choice remained unclear. Steve was adamant about Bucky’s innocence and his refusal to back down on it made me trust his instinct, something I didn't do very often.

I’d always been a logical person, trusting facts over emotions. Things made sense to me when I had a clear definite answer or reason instead of ideas or personal opinions. I had the facts which said that the Avengers had done a lot of harm over the years, too much collateral damage for it to be ethical or humane.

What I also had was the knowledge of how much good we had done and the extreme amount of damage that would’ve happened if we hadn’t stepped in. This plus Tony’s refusal to take accountability for his own mistakes pushed me to support Steve’s side.

I didn’t mix emotions with any form of decisions I had to make and I never had. Still, it felt horrible to have to stand across from Natasha once they caught up with us in Germany. The way her eyes met mine immediately and the words she had spoken just a day prior rang in my head. The way she had tried to convince me to sign the accords, “Do the right thing.” she had said.

Watching as Steve and Bucky boarded the jet, having seen the way Natasha had helped them do so eased my mind a tiny bit. It made me feel like maybe it was a chance for us to remain friends and not let this ruin anything between us.

She had been my closest friend since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D a few years ago. We’d always have each other's backs and for the most we had the same opinions on things, hence why it was such a surprise for me once she agreed with Tony.

After Steve and Bucky got away and I heard police sirens in the distance I made the decision to flee. It was either this or get arrested and that just didn’t seem all that logical. I left the airport and tried not to think about what would happen to my friends.

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Third person POV

The TV was on in the background as Natasha absentmindedly stared out into space, thinking about the situation she was in as she had just arrived in Norway to hide out. What mostly plagued her mind were the thoughts of y/n and where she was. Natasha wouldn’t admit it but she always worried about her friend, no matter what either of them were doing.

Other than Clint, y/n was the only person she felt like she could truly trust. Natasha was very aware of her feelings for the other girl, knowing that she was absolutely in love. She never said anything, always kept those thoughts to herself, but whenever the two girls would do regular stuff; cooking together, driving around at night, cuddling while watching a movie, she would always let herself imagine that they were doing this because they were in a relationship.

Their fingers brushing together as she handed Natasha the salt, the smile that covered y/n’s face as she loudly sang along to the songs that were playing through the car. The way she would lie her head on Natasha’s shoulder when she got tired, dozing off in the middle of the movie. All these things made Natasha’s heart glow, and her brain started to whirr with the thoughts and imaginations of them truly being together.

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Natasha let herself focus on the TV as the news started to play, talking about the situation that had gone down in Germany.

“Det har kommet som en stor overraskelse for oss at flere av disse superheltene er nå kriminelle. Captain Amerika er på rømmen, det samme med Black Widow og flere medlemmer av Avengerne. Vi ber dere alle om å være på utkikk og melde politiet hvis dere ser de.” ‘It's a surprise for us all that these superheroes are now criminals. Captain America, Black Widow and other members of the Avengers are now on the run. We ask you all to look out and notify the police if you spot them.’

“Kriminelle, huh?” ‘Criminals, huh?’ you said as you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall next to the door.

Natasha’s head shot towards you, staring at you while trying to figure out how you had found the trailer.

You pushed yourself off of the wall before walking towards the couch Natasha was seated on. “Ja vell da, nå er vi tydeligvis kriminelle. Full av ondskap” ‘Alright then, we’re apparently now criminals. Full of evil.’ You shrugged with a chuckle at your own joke.

“Hey…” Natasha said with a small smile.

You returned her smile before sitting down, placing your hand on her knee. “Hey there.”

Natasha was quick to put her hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. “I was worried about you.”

You gave her a nod, a sad smile played on your lips. “Me too.”

Natasha stared into your eyes, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze drop to your lips. She squeezed your hand a bit while contemplating whether or not she was gonna make a move, the worry of possibly ruining the friendship plagued her mind. She breathed out through her nose before muttering a small “fuck it.” and quickly let go of your hand to cup your face.

She smashed her lips against yours and you reached out to grab onto the couch behind you to not lose balance. Once you realised what was happening you placed your hands on her shoulders and returned the kiss with the same amount of neediness as she was giving. Your lips moved together hungrily, hers parting enough for you to slip your tongue in as you tangled your fingers into her hair.

You tugged lightly on her hair while kissing across her jaw, the sigh she let out as her head was pulled back sounded like music to your ears. You trailed kisses down her neck, leaving marks in a momentary flash of possessiveness. The way she held onto your body made your heart soar, the small moans she let out as you made your way back up her neck was all you needed to pull her onto your lap.

You placed your lips back on hers, letting out a small chuckle against them as she started to desperately move her lips against yours, absentmindedly rocking her hips back and forth as she straddled you. Her lips were soft and warm, a comforting feeling you’d replay in your mind over and over again later in life.

You nipped at her lips, lightly biting onto it before kissing the area, moving your hands down to hold onto her hips. “Shit, Tasha…” you breathed out.

“Fuck me, please.” she spoke against your lips before kissing you again.

You used one hand to cradle her head as you made out, the other one wrapped around her back as you moved her to lie underneath you on the couch. Your hands made way to her jacket which you unzipped quickly, allowing Natasha to throw it onto the ground next to you. Her shirt was quickly pulled over her head to join the jacket on the ground, the other clothing items soon following.

As she laid under you, naked with her hair messily framing her head, her chest moving up and down as she breathed heavily, you couldn’t help but reach out to gently brush your fingers over her cheek, tracing her features slowly while she looked up at you, burning them into your memory.

“Please, y/n…” she whispered.

You smiled and nodded, pulling your shirt over your head, not caring where it landed before you moved onto your pants. Once all your clothes were gone you slowly bent down, placing a delicate kiss onto her lips before doing the same to her cheek.

“You’re sure about this?” you questioned her.

She gave a nod back, smiling so softly up at you that you felt like you could just melt. “Never been more sure about anything.”

You parted her legs a bit more, moving the head of your cock against her hole. You kept your eyes on her the entire time, making sure she was alright as you slowly moved your cock into her.

Her lips parted as her eyes closed, a breathy moan left her as you filled her up. She wrapped her arms around your back, pushing you completely down onto her. Once you were fully in you gave her a moment to adjust, get used to the feeling of you inside of her.

You kissed her neck before holding yourself up on your forearms. “Just tell me when.”

She took a few breaths before smiling. “Please move.”

You dragged your hips back before bucking into her, watching her face intently, but the only thing you could see on it was pleasure and lust. Once again you moved out of her and thrusted back in, getting moans out of her as you fell into a rhythm.

You brushed her hair away from her face before quickening your movements, wrapping one arm around her back to slightly lift her hips up and try to find the right angle to make her scream. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pushing you deeper inside of her as you hit her spot repeatedly.

“Holy shit, y/n~” she moaned.

“You feel so amazing, Nat…” you laid your head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily against it which caused shivers to go down Natasha’s spine. “so so perfect…”

“I love you~”

You let out a happy chuckle before holding onto her tighter, nodding against her. “I love you too, so much.”

You moved your hand from under her before sliding it down between the two of you, finding her clit easily before putting some pressure on it. Her eyes shut tightly and you took it as a signal to move your fingers in small circles. Her nails dug into your back but you didn’t care, the thought of having some marks to remind you of this only fueled you to go faster.

She was moaning into your ear, still holding you down so you were chest to chest. You could feel her clenching around you, a sign that told you she was getting closer. Your fingers worked at a quicker pace, your hips bucking into her to reach as deep inside as you could.

“You wanna cum for me?” you spoke into her ear before lightly biting her ear lobe.

She nodded quickly, her nails raking down your skin so deliciously. “Please, so badly~”

“Good. I want to feel you cum, don’t hold anything back, alright?”

She gave another nod, her face scrunched up in pleasure for you to see as you lifted your head a bit. With both the works of your fingers against her clit and your cock inside of her it didn’t take long before her back was arching and she let out a loud moan as she came. You fucked her through her orgasm before wrapping your arms around her back, pulling her up so you could sit with her straddling you again.

Your arms stayed around her waist and you helped her jump up and down onto your cock, reaching another place inside of her that nearly made her scream. Her hands were in your hair, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocked her hips in circular motions.

“I want to feel you cum as well~” her breath mingled with yours as she spoke.

You nodded, tightening your arms around her as you bounced her on your cock. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum, just gotta pull out-”

“No!” she said loudly. “No, don’t pull out please, want to feel you fill me up~”

You shook your head against her. “I’m not wearing a condom, sweetheart.”

“Don’t care.” she said out of breath as she kept jumping on your cock, the feeling of her around you had nearly made you cum so many times already. “Fill me up, breed me, get me pregnant, I don’t care~”

“Nat-”

“Please, y/n, just please fill me up, make me all big and round with your babies, it’s all I want.” she kept pleading, her eyes closed and her face full of bliss from her previous orgasm.

Your face scrunched up as you tried to hold back, tried to tell yourself that she was just talking nonsense from all the pleasure, that she didn’t really mean it. Somehow she still managed to convince you as you started to thrust your hips up into her.

“Fucking hell, fine-” you grunted, pushing her face into your neck as you held onto her while fucking up into her.

“Fuck me pregnant~” she moaned into your ear, clinging onto you as she waited for you to cum inside of her.

“Holy shit- shit-” you moaned, thrusting up a final time before letting your cum spill into her. Her body was shaking against yours, the clenching she was doing around you let you know that she had cum again. Your hands caressed her back gently as she moved her head from your neck to look at you.

A big but tired smile covered her face before she kissed you, sighing against your lips before pulling away.

“Thank you.” she said softly.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before hugging her tightly. “I love you.”

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What else could replay in your mind as you looked around the scenery but that memory. The time you two finally realised how much you meant to each other.

A small hand tugged on yours and brought you out of your thoughts as you looked down at the little girl. You crouched down in front of her before kissing her forehead. “I love you. Mommy and I love you and we always will, no matter what.”

At 2 years old you knew she couldn’t understand the concept of death. In reality that wasn’t something you ever wanted your daughter to know anyways, but life turned out a different way. You held onto her before lifting her up, placing her on your hip as you walked closer to the grave.

You pointed at it before smiling at her. “This is where you can go to talk to mommy, ok? And she might not respond, but you’ll always know she’s listening. She’s watching us from above now, making sure we’re always ok.”

Emma nodded slowly before placing her hand against your nose, her tiny fingers wrapping around it before quickly pulling away as she giggled. “I got your nose.”

You gave her a big smile before kissing her cheek. “No fair, give it back.” you fake pouted.

She giggled again while shaking her head. “No.”

You didn’t expect to be here. It’s been seven years since you found out your then girlfriend was pregnant, although it had only been almost three years for you. You’d been ecstatic, found a cottage for you guys in the woods in Norway that you immediately started renovating. You had made it all so incredibly homy, a nice nursery with lots of toys was placed besides your bedroom.

You got married, a small wedding with only Yelena present as the officiant, and you had just celebrated Emma’s second birthday when Steve had showed up, telling you guys that they needed your help. You and Natasha had agreed that she would go and you’d stay and take care of your daughter, as much as the thought of her leaving hurt you. It was barely a blink of an eye that everything had changed. The windows of your home were suddenly shattered, the entire place dark and glass shards were scattered on the floor, plants growing through the floor cracks and moss on the walls.

You’d held Emma tightly as she cried, your own confusion weighing heavy on your head as your home had been in perfect shape just a second ago. You went back to America, only to find a funeral for Tony and Steve with a grim expression as he approached you.

You’d found Yelena again after, the two of you ended up being great friends and sister in laws in the two years you spent with each other as she stayed with you guys. You found out about Natasha’s grave from her, where you were now standing with your daughter, trying to stay strong for her.

You put Emma down and watched as she ran over to her auntie Yelena to play with her dog, and you turned your gaze back to your Wife’s grave, a sad smile on your lips as you reached out to touch the stone.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You did everything to protect us and you succeeded. I’ll always love you and I’ll make sure Emma knows all about her mom.” you spoke, a tear running down your cheek as you hoped so dearly that somehow in the afterlife she could hear you. “You can rest now.”

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helio-nex · 2 years

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title - mixup

pairing - robert fischer x fem!reader

summary - after the death of his father, robert realizes life is short and decides now’s the time to make his move on you. however, miscommunications erupt and leave you both feeling hurt.

word count - 10k

warnings - smut (18+), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, drinking of alcohol before sexy times (idk if there’s a specific name for this but thought i’d mention it just in case), robert gets a little mean (not for long) and it actually kind of hurt to write

author’s note - um so i wrote this a while ago and barely went back through to edit, so don’t burn me at the stake. it’s also the first time i’ve written smut in like, forever, so don’t come for me lmao

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Robert Fischer, son of a multi-millionaire. Robert Fischer, tired and uncomfortable after his long flight from Sydney to LA. Robert Fischer, already tired of hearing condolences. His father’s death, while expected, was shocking, and Robert didn’t particularly feel like hearing from people who didn’t know him give their sorrows to him through their grinning perfectly white teeth.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he waited for his luggage at baggage claim. He couldn’t wait to get out of the stuffy airport and take the longest nap he’s ever had. He wanted to sleep, but knew that’s probably unlikely seeing as arrangements for his father’s funeral will need to be run through him, as well as any company matters. His uncle Peter should contact him shortly, as he had told Robert he would have to take care of some things before Robert came back into town. He glanced down at his phone. Now that he was off of the plane he was sure to receive at least a dozen messages, emails, any way of contacting him, he probably had a message on it.

Finally he recognized his suitcase and duffle bag. He shouldered the duffle bag and grabbed the rolling suitcase, finally ready to hopefully have the silent driver. He was not excited for more human interaction, he thought as he handed his passport to the man working TSA.

At least, he thought he wasn’t excited to talk to anyone until he looked up and saw you standing, waiting for him. Your nose was in your day planner that you always carried with you, standing next to the driver who held a sign that said ‘Fischer’. He took a deep breath, his nerves acting up as he saw your pretty face scrunched in concentration. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, relieved to see you, perhaps the only person he wished to see in the whole world.

You finally looked up at him, and a small smile settled on your lips as you saw him. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and he suddenly felt like he was sweating. The corners of his mouth twitched up as he approached you. Luckily, the driver was silent as he grabbed Robert’s luggage from him. He wanted to throw his arms around you, but held back.

“I hope you had a good flight, Mr. Fischer.” Right, you were just his secretary.

“As good as any ten hour flight can be.” He said, raising his eyebrows with a certain sass that he hadn’t meant to convey, at least, not to you. The driver began to lead the two of you to the car parked outside.

“I apologize for intruding on your drive back, Mr. Fischer-” God, he hated when you called him that. “-But I needed to go over some things with you.” He nodded. He wished you were on every drive.

“Of course.” He tried not to hope it was because you secretly wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you.

The two of you stepped into the sunlight and he felt like the air left his lungs. You had a perfect halo surrounding you, confirming his suspicions that you must be some sort of angel. His angel. He hoped his desperation to hold you close to him didn’t show, he had mastered the art of stoicism for a reason, but he always worried that you would be the one to crack it.

The driver went around the back of the car to load the luggage in, and you began to reach for the handle of the back of the sedan. You were seconds away from pulling on it with your well manicured hand, but he rushed forward, popping open the door easily and holding it open for you. He gestured for you to go in first, and you smiled and shook your head, gripping your day planner tightly as you crawled in first. He tried to hide his smile but it was no use, not when it was you making him smile.

As the two of you settled in the back, Robert slid the divider between the driver and the two of you up. Your day planner sat in your lap, and he noticed from your neatly crossed off notes that you had done quite a lot that day, even without him. He felt a sudden guilt, he hadn’t done anything other than board a flight that day. True, it had been a grueling and long flight, but still, not difficult compared to what you had done for the day. His guilt melted away as he looked up at your smile.

“You know, I should be opening the door for you. You are my boss.” You raised an eyebrow at him. He found that only your sass and sarcasm could match his. He loved it.

“Well, I believe the saying is ‘ladies first’, right?” He said with a soft smile. You let out a laugh at his remark. He smiled wider at your reaction, but you don’t seem to notice, lost in the humor.

“At least chivalry’s not completely dead.” You smiled, and he couldn’t help but grin at you, showing his teeth. It was rare that you saw him so joyful, but you saw it more often than anyone else, of that he was certain. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, and your smile faded. He wondered with anxiety if he had said something wrong, or if there was something in his teeth. If he had known you were going to be at the airport-

“Mr. Fischer.” You bit your lip, looking hesitant. He gulped the lump in his throat, or he at least tried to. “I’m sorry about your father.” He deflated a little at the mention of his father, at the subject of his death ruining his moment with you. Even beyond the grave his father messed with his life. “I know you’re tired of hearing it already, and it would be rude of me not to say anything, so there, I won’t mention it again.” His heart leapt at your words and his lips parted in surprise.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time, unlike every other hundreds of interactions he’s already had just like this, he genuinely meant it. He wondered how you knew he was tired of it. He was sure he gave no indication. Maybe you really did just know him better than anyone else. In fact, after meetings with his father, you would be there right afterwards, ready with his favorite coffee and a warm pastry from down the street at the small bakery that he knows you love. Every. Single. Meeting. Sometimes they happened more than twice a week, but you always seemed to pick up on his sour moods afterwards, and you always went out of your way to cheer him up. You often drew a smiley face on the lid of his cup. He tried paying you back for it, but you always said it was on you and denied any payback.

The silence fell back over the two of you like a fuzzy blanket, and Robert swore, watching you write something new down in your planner, that he had never loved anyone as much as you. His heart skipped a beat thinking of your pleasantries. The pastries and coffee were thoughtful. You always greeted him in the morning or before you left, and you never minded staying late to help, even when he insisted you go. You were kind to him. He wondered if it was all pity, if it would stop now that his father was gone. Robert had never been religious, but he prayed to every god that you wouldn’t stop. He wasn’t sure what he would do without your cute smiley faces on his coffee.

Shifting in the leather seat of the sedan, you tried to busy yourself with your planner, trying your best to look busy. It was never easy telling someone you were sorry for their loss, even worse when it’s your boss, you have a slight crush on him, and you know his relationship with his father was less than ideal.

You were more observant than most, especially when it came to Robert. You tried not to be when you first started working at Fischer Morrow, but it’s always hard to keep your eyes off of important and attractive people, which Robert certainly was. It was disappointing that he was your boss. As handsome as he was, you being in a relationship with your boss was definitely against company policy, granted he would even want to start anything with you.

It was hard not to think about though, hard not to do anything about, either. Your trips to the bakery down the street was one of those instances. From your first couple days at Fischer Morrow you knew the relationship between Robert and his father Maurice was not good. You took notice immediately, how his face was in a permanent frown after the meetings and lasted the rest of the day, how he didn’t speak much unless he needed to. He tucked himself away in his office and would busy himself with work. This bothered you greatly. You were his secretary, after all, and while it might not have been in your job description to do it, you couldn’t help but want to give him some joy from life, even if it was a small one.

You took notice of the coffees he usually ordered and memorized it, getting a different pastry until you concluded which was his favorite. You knew it was probably a bit weird to memorize his order, but when he returned to his office after meetings and saw the bakery items sitting there, the corners of his mouth would twitch up, and he would stick his head out of his office to thank you, softly. He offered to pay you back every single time, but you brushed it off. Your overtime was certainly enough to keep you buying your boss the coffee, and you truly didn’t mind. Seeing him happy, and knowing you were the cause made you happy.

Now, that was the problem with Robert Fischer. It would have been so much easier not to have a crush on him if he was just an attractive man. But he was insistently kind and quite humorous. He wasn’t always that way, he knew when to be serious and when he needed to put his foot down, but that only seemed to make him better. It almost made you swoon to think about. Swooning… it made you think of the time you spent in his office, three weeks ago.

It had been a long day at the offices. The wolves were closing in on the company, on Robert specifically, knowing that Maurice could go at any minute. It disgusted you, the way they swooped in to collect and try to break Robert down into deals. You knew it was all part of running a major corporation, but you worried for Robert. It was stressful, and he was already stressed enough with his father on his deathbed.

You were the only two left, most of the lights were off, but you sat at your desk, going over the calendar, making sure everything was up-to-date and ready for the next day. Being Robert’s only secretary was an important job, and it had it’s own stressful work, but you thought it was quite rewarding to work for him, which was why you stayed late. You didn’t really need overtime, but you wanted to make sure everything ran as smoothly as it could for Robert’s sake.

Seeing that the calendar was updated and everything was ready for tomorrow and the week ahead, you checked the time. It was half past eight. You sighed, but grabbed the documents you needed and strolled to Robert’s office. The door was open and you knocked on the dark wood.

Robert looked up at you, and his eyebrows rose, clearly surprised to see you still there. He also looked quite busy, papers littered his desk, an empty mug of coffee sitting in its place on the coaster. He readjusted in his chair, leaning forward.

“Y/n, I thought you’d gone home.” He said. You smiled, shrugging.

“There’s always work to be done, Mr. Fischer.”

“Clearly.” He laughed, looking at his own desk. You liked when he laughed, it made him look younger. “What are you working on?” He asked. It wasn’t often that he was curious enough to ask, he trusted you to get your work done correctly and on time.

“The proposal for the meeting tomorrow morning.” You said, gesturing with the papers in your hand. He beckoned you in, and so you did. He stood up to meet you halfway, and you handed him the papers. His fingers brushed gently against yours as he took the documents from you, but you pretended not to feel the electric current that passed through you.

“Shit.” He cursed.

“What?” You asked.

“I forgot all about it.” He ran his hand through his hair, clearly stressed. “It’s not ready yet.” Your eyes went wide. This was perhaps the most important meeting this week. Your eyes softened as you watched his eyes scan the papers hurriedly, suddenly understanding just how much his father’s condition must be stressing him out.

“Come on, I’ll help you put it together.” You said, walking quickly to the door to grab your meeting details.

“Y/n,” He stopped you as you got to the door. “You don’t have to stay, I can get my driver to get you home safe.” The papers were forgotten for a moment, his hands at his sides. You smiled.

“Not a chance. We’ll get it done faster if we work together.” With that, you grabbed the file off of your desk and made your way back to his office, where he had started arranging piles of paper on the floor.

The two of you worked, talking about what order things went in or what documents matched what outlines and exhibits. You worked rather well together. You sat on his rug, scanning the words on the paper, but they were starting to blur together. You barely noticed Robert handing you a cup of coffee, you hadn’t noticed him brewing any. You accepted gratefully, taking a sip.

“I know it’s not as good as that cafe, but it’ll keep us awake.” You felt the buzz of caffeine already.

“No doubt.” You laughed.

You looked over at him, just a glance, and you could see how tired he was. You were glad you had stayed. He had enough stress on his shoulders as it was, and this proposal would’ve kept him here all night if you hadn’t. In the yellow glow of his lamp, even exhausted, he looked handsome. He certainly was under too much pressure, he worked too much for being so young. You two were close in age, and you couldn’t imagine having his job. True, he’d been raised to one day inherit it, but that didn’t make it much better.

You wanted to say something to him, something that would help him relieve his stress, but you weren’t sure you were the right person for that. You wanted to tell him he was doing his best and that was all that mattered, but in the business world, that mindset could get you eaten alive. All you wanted was to reassure him, and you settled on just helping finish putting the proposal together. That would be the most helpful to him right now.

Finally, the two of you began to clean up. You sighed in relief. The proposal was ready for tomorrow and, looking outside, it was still nighttime at least. You held back a yawn, but failed. Robert seemed to notice, and he dropped the file on his desk. You both looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven.

“Come on, I’ll get my driver to take you home.” His hand hovered on your lower back, and if you weren’t so tired your heart would have been jumping out of your chest.

“Thanks, Mr. Fischer.” You smiled at him, clearly the coffee only worked so much.

The two of you got down to the parking garage, where the driver was waiting with the keys. The two of you climbed in the backseat, and you told the driver your address, thanking him, before Robert slid the divider up. The two of you sat there, and you had your eyes closed.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Robert said softly. You hummed in response, a small smile starting.

“It’s no problem, really.” You told him, opening your eyes to look at him. He looked a bit nervous, his usual confidence gone. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You just saved my ass, you know, telling me about the proposal.” He couldn’t look at you, instead twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at them, his voice still soft.

“Like I said, it’s no issue. You’re under a lot of stress, it’s normal to forget things in such situations.” You said, feeling your heart pang in hurt for him.

“Situations. Right.” He scoffed, looking out the window, watching the sky scrapers shrink as you headed out towards the suburbs. “Not everyday you inherit something like this.” You wanted to comfort him, but again, you didn’t think it should’ve been you. You wanted it to be you, though. Damn it, you may not be close but you cared about him, and he was clearly hurting.

“You’re great you know.” You said, and he nearly got whiplash he turned so fast to face you. “And you’re gonna be just fine at this. You’re just not used to it yet, but you will be. And-and you’re gonna make this company great.” You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, feeling the heat rise in your body, and you prayed that in the darkness he couldn’t tell. Robert seemed speechless.

“Thank you, Y/n… really.” His voice went soft again, and you hoped you said the right things. You nodded, scared that if you spoke it might come out as a squeak.

You looked out the window and noticed familiar houses, knowing you were growing steadily closer to your home, probably only a couple streets away. You suddenly wished more than anything that he would ask you to stay. For what reason, you didn’t know. You just didn’t want it to be over. He had laughed, he had joked with you… He had been vulnerable with you. You just wanted to be in his presence a bit longer.

You tried to push the thought from your mind. It was stupid. You had a stupid crush on your handsome boss and that was it. And, as much as it hurt to admit and think about, it wasn’t like he loved you. You weren’t his wife, or hell, even his girlfriend. You were his secretary. A cog in the machine that makes Fischer Morrow run. Replaceable.

The car slowed to a stop outside of your small home, and you turned to Robert, thanking him for the ride home and wishing him a goodnight. He told you it was no problem, an echoing of your earlier sentiments, and he said he’d see you the next day. You hopped out of the car and up the steps of your home. You noticed the sedan sat there until you made your way inside before driving off.

You pulled yourself out of the memory. You would’ve done almost anything to stay in that car a little longer, but here you were, three weeks later. It was different now, you supposed. His father was gone, Robert was going to be burying him. It wasn’t exactly an ideal time to cherish your moments together, but you couldn’t help it. You loved the small moments you got to have with Robert.

It was all you had to think of him by. It was all you were ever going to have. Robert, even if he knew of your affections for him, would never return it. Why would he? He was a big deal, even if he didn’t always act like it, he was important, and you were his lowly secretary. It was a fantasy to imagine he would choose you when he could have models or socialites, or any woman for that matter. It was a fantasy to imagine him confessing his love to you in the rain, but it was just that, a fantasy, and fantasies aren’t real.

You capped the pen in your hand and glanced at Robert in the seat next to you, only to find he was already looking at you. Surprised, you saw that his face was relaxed, any hint of stress that had been there earlier was gone. His gaze was soft, raking over your face carefully. You blinked a couple times, not completely unsure this wasn’t a dream. The way he looked at you… Surely not. You hoped your surprise remained in your head and didn’t show on your face.

Robert moved closer, turning more towards you. You held your breath as his hand moved towards you, brushing against your cheek as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel the heat rising in your face, embarrassed, you tried to look away to hide it, but Robert moved his hand under your chin, keeping you looking at him. You noticed the pink tinge to his cheeks. You looked at him, the surprise you tried to hold back came through, but he simply looked at you softly. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was looking at you with adoration.

Even more to your surprise, he moved even closer to you, and you could smell his cologne strongly. His scent basked over you, you had never been this close to him before. His breath mingled with yours, his nose barely touching yours as he moved ever closer. Coming to your senses about what must be happening, you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him lightly away from you. His face read disappointment.

“You’re grieving Mr. Fischer.” You said, looking down at your lap. He was still rather close to you. You heard him sigh.

“No, I haven’t been alone with you in exactly three weeks. I should’ve walked you to your door, I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.” It was now your turn to get whiplash at his words. “I’ve been putting this off for too long, and life is too short.” You blinked a couple times at him in shock, unsure how to respond. Was he just saying the right things? Or did he really mean it?

He moved closer to you again, slower this time, and you realized he was letting you move away if you wanted to. You knew that you shouldn’t kiss him. He was your boss, there were rules against this, and if HR found out they’d have an absolute field day with the two of you. But none of that seemed to matter, because Robert Fischer had just told you he should’ve kissed you weeks ago, and now you needed to know what that was like. Hoping your breath wasn’t bad, you leaned forward and your lips met.

The kiss was passionate. His lips were warm and soft as they moved against yours in a perfect rhythm. His hand moved to cup your cheek, gently running his thumb over your soft skin. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling themselves in his chocolate locks. Fireworks were going off in your stomach, and you were convinced that only air could take you away from him now.

Correct in your assumptions, you both broke away from each other, panting for breath when there was no more air to breathe. You sat there with your foreheads together, both breathing heavily. In that moment you were very glad that the windows are tinted and the divider is up, that the driver couldn’t see nor hear you in that moment.

After a few moments of labored breathing, and looking into Robert’s eyes, he spoke.

“Come up to my hotel room.” He breathed quietly. Your chest constricted as your face flushed.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, your cheeks burning.

“Yes, I want to spend more time with you.” Your lungs stop working for a moment. What kind of time is he implying? You wondered to yourself if it really matters. Time with Robert, any kind of time, is fine with you.

“Okay.” You smiled, moving to fix his now messy hair, blushing at how your fingers had ruined it, and he laughed lightly as you did.

As the two of you pulled up to Robert’s hotel, he couldn’t help but feel absolutely flustered. He had finally made a move on you, and you had denied him at first. Your reasoning was sound, and he wondered if it was possible to love you even more in that moment. After confirming he wasn’t acting rebellious with his secretary to get over his grief, you kissed him back. It was better than he could’ve imagined, and he only hoped for the chance to do it again, but he had to show you it was more than just your body. It was you, all of you.

Robert opened the car door to the sidewalk and helped you out of the car. A bell boy appeared out of nowhere, grabbing his luggage from the trunk. Robert signaled for his driver to go park, and the bell boy led the way into the hotel. You and Robert walked up to the front desk, and as he checked in he noticed you attempting to make this look strictly business, writing what he assumed was nonsense down in your planner. He knew you, he knew you’d desperately try to make it look like no funny business was going on, and he wanted to laugh. You were always one to try to keep up appearances.

Him on the other hand, didn’t mind. You could’ve thrown your arms around him and kissed him right in the lobby and he wouldn’t have cared who saw. He would tell the entire world he loved you, appearances didn’t matter now.

As you passed through the halls on his floor to his room, you were writing notes on your notepad. Finally, you arrived at his room, and he keyed in, letting you and the bell boy in first, who dropped off his luggage. Robert tipped the man and the bell boy gave a gracious thank you before leaving the two of you alone.

Robert turned after closing the door and noticed you looking around the room with amazement, a bit of a sparkle in your eyes over how grandeur it is. He suddenly realized that you’ve only ever booked his rooms before, you’ve never actually been inside one. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him for not giving you a room just like this one. He paused his train of thought. If all goes well and you don’t end up quitting your job by the end of the night, he might only have to pay for one room at all. The thought of it had him giddy.

Nearly transfixed by you, he crossed the room and grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of complementary wine. He poured two glasses. He made sure at the front desk that the wine they had put in your room was your favorite. He’d noticed you’d drink a specific kind at all the work gatherings you’d been forced to attend.

“Here.” He smiled, offering you a glass. You shined your brilliant smile at him, it made him dizzy. You took the glass from him and the two of you sat on the velvet couch.

“So, do you take all your secretaries up to your hotel suite?” You teased.

“Only the beautiful ones.” He charmed, and even he knew that was very smooth of him. You laughed, taking a sip of your wine.

“Mmm, is that the response you give them when they ask?” You asked, grinning at him.

“Hmm, can’t think of the last time one was up here…” He trailed off. Your eyes narrowed playfully at him.

“Right, of course, Mr. Fischer.” He swallowed his wine.

“I don’t think you can call me that anymore, Y/n.” He said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“And why not?” You asked, sass dripping from your words.

“I think we’re a little past formalities.” He smirked, and he saw you try to hide your blush, but you failed. You laughed a little.

“You might be right, Robert.” Now that was better.

The conversation flowed smoothly, from one topic to the next, and somehow the two of you managed to avoid the topic of work, for which he was very grateful. And then you laughed at something he said, and his heart stopped. It wasn’t the first time you had laughed at something he’d said, but for some reason it truly sank in this time. Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he may have ever heard.

He watched, listening as you told a story, and he watched the way your smile formed, the way your eyes crinkled just right when you laughed, how you sometimes covered your mouth with your hand. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes shined. He could look at you forever, he decided. He could spend every moment looking at you, and he would never tire of seeing your smile, or how your eyes lit up. He wanted to leave everything behind, for just a moment, he pictured running away with you to the country side where no one knows him, and spending every day and night with you. He could watch you sleep peacefully and wake up to you the next morning. He could cook you breakfast and you could go for long walks in the sun. The two of you could have a family.

Yes, Robert thought, he loves you. He’s never loved anyone before, at least, not like this. He’s never wanted to see someone everyday for the rest of his life. No one has ever made him want to run away from his life, not until you. You were everything. You were beautiful. You were smart, you were funny. He loved you.

You sat cross-legged on Robert’s plush couch, the wine in your glass dwindling slowly. You weren’t sure you had ever laughed so much in your entire life. Robert was more humorous than you had realized. You looked up for a moment, surprised to see that the sun was setting. You hadn’t realized you’d been sitting talking for so long, you’d met him at the airport at noon, and now, checking the clock on the wall, it was half past seven.

Robert finished his story about his uncle Peter, whom you knew and had met a couple times, and now you would never think of him the same. You laughed as he finished the story of how his uncle had somehow been tricked into buying a dud gift for Robert’s eighth birthday.

As your laugh died out, a silence filled the room, maybe for the first time that evening. It was, again, comfortable. Robert was a gentleman, of course, and he had never once made you feel pressured or uncomfortable. It made your heart swell.

You noticed that he was sitting closer on the couch to you now, and steadily getting closer until he was right next to you. His cologne entered your senses, and you couldn’t help but let it overtake you, relaxed into it. You knew you shouldn’t be in his suite, as much fun as you were having with him, he was still your boss. Maybe in a different life this would work out, but not the one where you’re his secretary. This was no way to run a business, but you couldn’t deny that you loved spending time with him, knowing his stories, knowing his life. You were getting to know him in a personal way, laughing and drinking with him, feeling as comfortable with him as if you’d known him forever.

He took the now empty wine glass from your hand, putting both on the coffee table in front of you. His hand cupped your cheek, and you couldn’t help it, it was instinct, you both moved closer, your lips meeting.

This kiss made the one in the car feel like a kindergartner’s first kiss on the playground. Robert bit into your bottom lip softly, making your lips part. His tongue took charge, battling your own before his ultimately won dominance. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt a burning in your chest. You weren’t close enough, not yet.

His hands roamed down your body, making sure to feel every part of you as your hands tangled in his hair. Your teeth gnashed together as you both got sloppy, and his hands found their way to your hips. He tugged, trying to pull you closer, and you moved into his lap, straddling him.

In this new position, he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck. You moaned as he kissed the soft spot of your neck. He nibbled on the spot, and you moaned a little louder. You could feel him growing hard under you, and you were aching for him. His lips lifted from your neck and he tugged gently at your blouse. You looked into his eyes, which were blown out with lust. You nodded at him, and that was all he needed to lift it off of your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. Your lips reconnected, a hungry desire filling both of you. Your breasts pushed up against his chest, and you moved your hips to get closer to him, causing him to groan.

As his tongue continued to explore you and his hands moved down to your ass, you fiddled with his tie, slipping it from around his neck and beginning to work on the buttons on his shirt. As you did, his hands squeezed and massaged your ass, causing you to gasp into his mouth. The two of you managed to get his shirt off, and your hands rested on his chest.

You broke the kiss, grinning at him and grabbing his hand as you stood up, taking him with you. You led him to the bed on the other side of the room, and his eyes watched you with lust. You grinned, you couldn’t believe this. If, somehow, this was a dream, it was one you never wished to wake up from. He grinned at you as you laid down in the middle of the bed, beckoning him to you. He slid himself on top of you, slotting himself between your hips.

His lips brushed against yours but they didn’t stay there, he trailed down to your chest. You arched your back, allowing him to unclasp your bra. It was then lost in the sea of chaos of the room. His mouth made its way to your breasts, and he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it. You arched your back even more into him, moaning as you did. You could feel your core dripping with the need for him. He gave the same amount of attention to your other breast before giving you a cocky grin.

He moved lower, lower, lower, until he got to your waist. He began unbuttoning your slacks, and you told him to continue. He threw them somewhere behind him.

“I need you, Robert.” You whined. If possible, the cocky grin got wider.

“Don’t you worry angel, I’ve got you.” You started to let out a whine, but he was toying with the waistband of your panties, which were soaked through. “You’re already so wet for me, gorgeous.” He let out a delicious groan.

He slid them painfully slow down your legs, and you wanted to let out a sound of discontent with this, but he pulled them quickly down the rest of the way and flung them off of the bed. You saw him lick his lips hungrily, and you pushed your hips towards him. He made eye contact with you again before pulling your legs further apart and sticking his face right into your wet pussy. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but Robert’s hand took it away.

“I want to hear all of the sounds you make, angel.”

That was all he needed to say. He went right back to your pussy, experimentally flicking his tongue at your folds. You whimpered loudly as his tongue continued. Then, he thrusted his tongue into you. You moaned, louder than previously, clutching onto his hair, trying to pull him closer as he ate you. How his tongue was able to get so deep inside of you, you didn’t know. He pushed his tongue in and out of you, curling it just right, enough to make you scream in pleasure. His hand came to rub your clit, his other massaging your thigh. You chanted his name like it was the only word you knew. You felt the coil inside of you twist and burn as he wound it tighter and tighter, and you knew this one could be the best you’ve ever had.

“R-Robert, I’m so close-” You moaned, and just as you were about to clench your walls around his tongue, he pulled away. You whined in frustration and pouted at him as he looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his lips as he grinned at you.

“No, you’re going to come with me inside of you.” Your eyes widened slightly, this was not the Robert you knew, but it was one you could definitely get used to.

“Well then, I guess you’ll have to fuck me, Robert.” You said, returning his grin.

“I suppose I will.”

With that, he stood, taking off his belt, and you watched him carefully, ready to see what you’d been missing out on for so long. He dropped his pants and boxers in one go, and your eyes widened as you looked at him.

He was rock-hard. You licked your lips, and he laughed. He slid back on top of you, fitting himself in your hips like they were made for him. Maybe they were.

“Not this time. This is all about you.” He smiled at you adoringly, and your heart stopped. There was no mistaking it this time, he looked at you with adoration.

He pressed his lips to yours, and you feverishly kissed him back. While you did, your guilty mind charged forward with red alarm bells. Robert was your boss. You could get in major trouble for this. Your mind was foggy as his hands roamed your body like it was his, and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he did. You knew this was wrong, what if you lost your job? Fischer Morrow was all you had options for, career-wise, and doing this was career suicide.

You could feel Robert was positioned at your entrance, and you broke this kiss hurriedly, your mind still foggy. It wasn’t too late to stop, was it? You didn’t want it to stop, but you were risking your future.

“Wait,” You said, and you saw Robert’s eyebrows furrow. “We can’t, you’re my boss, I could be fired-” You panted. Robert smirked.

“Who’s going to fire you, Y/n? I’m your boss.” You blushed at the sudden realization. Robert would have to be the one to fire you. He gave a laugh at your reaction, and instead of saying anything, you nodded, pulling him back closer to you.

With your acknowledgement to go forward, Robert pushed the burning head of his hard cock against your wet pussy, and you hissed as he pushed into you, painfully stretching you more than you had ever been before. He groaned as he pushed further and further in, and your pain turned to pleasure as he pushed further inside of you, slow enough to let you adjust to him as he went. When he was all the way in, he paused.

“You ready, angel?” He asked, panting as he smoothed your hair.

“Yes.” You said, out of breath.

Robert pulled his hips back until only his tip was inside of you, and pushed in. You moaned loudly as he created friction against your walls. He set a fast but sensual pace as his hips snapped to yours. The only sounds you could hear was the two of you moaning and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your hands returned to their favorite spot, his hair. He ducked down to your neck, kissing and nibbling, but not hard enough to leave marks. He found the sensitive part of your neck again, and the combination of his thrusts and his lips drew an extremely erotic moan from you, you were surprised, you didn’t think you could make a sound like that.

You lifted your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. This new position put him at your perfect spot and he hit it with every thrust. Your moans increased in volume, and you knew it was very possible the other suite could hear you, but you didn’t care, not when this felt so good.

The coil deep inside of you started to burn and wind up as Robert continued, and your fingers tugged on his hair as it did. Your breathing got heavier.

“R-Robert, I’m so close.” You moaned. He groaned and continued his thrusts, becoming more erratic as how slowly came undone.

“Come for me, angel, let go.”

At his behest, within moments, the coil burned hot and exploded, and you nearly screamed at the feeling as your orgasm hit you. Your walls squeezed around him and his thrusts got sloppy. He continued through your orgasm, and your body shook and you tugged even harder on his hair as your legs quivered. As you were coming down, Robert gave two more thrusts and you felts his hot seed shoot inside of you, coating your walls. He gave a few more thrusts, and both of you were panting as you looked at each other.

Neither of you spoke, but Robert pecked your lips sweetly and pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. Both of you laid there, your chests rapidly rising and falling as you caught your breath. Robert looked peaceful, his eyes were closed and there were no hard lines on his face.

You pulled the sheet up to your chest, thinking about how it was the best orgasm you’d ever had. If he could do that good with so little foreplay, you wondered, what else could he do? You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his breathing had slowed. Was he asleep? You bit your lip, was this a one time thing? How awkward would this be at the office? Maybe it was time to go.

You began to move away, pulling the sheet off of you, but Robert’s warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you back in. You let him pull you in close to him, and he nestled himself right behind you. He was warm and comfortable, and you felt safe in his arms.

“Stay with me.” He muttered. You smiled to yourself, trying to control the way your heart raced at his words. You settled yourself in his arms, and soon enough, you were asleep.

It’s been days since Robert saw you last. After the two of you woke the next morning in his hotel suite, he gave you the next couple of days off, paid, of course. You had tried to argue, but he told you he needed time for his father’s funeral, and you cracked and agreed.

Fischer Morrow was still going, of course, it never stopped. That Saturday, however, the day of the funeral, Robert made sure every single worker had the day off. No overtime allowed. The work-alcoholics didn’t particularly enjoy this, but Robert knew everybody needed a break from the stress that had befallen the company with his father’s passing.

Robert wished he could’ve brought you to the funeral. He needed you, needed to hold your hand. It was difficult. It was a private funeral, and that’s how Robert wanted it. Close family and friends only. Robert gave his eulogy, and while he didn’t cry, he was very upset about it. It was his father after all. He wondered if he would’ve cried if you could’ve been there to support him, smile gently at him and encourage him. Perhaps you would’ve made him feel less empty.

Robert had let his driver have the weekend as well. He needed to be alone driving to and from the funeral, that much he knew. As much as he had grown up with drivers all his life, it didn’t feel right on this day. Nothing much seemed right, only thoughts of you were enough to pull him out of his dreary thoughts.

He couldn’t help but think of you in the hotel. He had thought your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, but in truth it was now competing with your moans. Robert hadn’t had a girlfriend since college. That was years ago. The demands of his work were too much to see anyone, let alone be in a serious relationship. Robert had quite literally given up on love, and then you walked into Fischer Morrow for your first day, and Robert felt himself fall in love with you.

He knew it wasn’t professional, he had professional control over you and your career, so he did nothing. He tried to treat you the same as other employees, but it was difficult. You went above and beyond for everything. You were the best secretary he’d ever had, and perhaps the best Fischer Morrow had ever had. You made sure everything was set and ready, and he was convinced that not even his father would have had anything bad to say about you. Most certainly, his father would’ve looked down on how Robert felt about you, about what Robert wanted to create with you, but that was only about status. In addition, Maurice no longer mattered in that respect. He was dead.

Robert was driving around, not aware of where he was going, just thinking of you. The wake had ended an hour ago, it was half past six now, and all Robert could think about was you. He needed to see you, see your smile, hear you laugh. Your laugh could pull him out of the earth’s gravity, even if only for a little while. His next step in earning your heart was to take you to dinner, and no time seemed better than the present.

Robert knew it was wrong to just show up at your house unannounced. It was impolite, but he was already more than halfway there when he realized he needed to see you. You were so kind, he hoped that you would understand. He knew you might not join him for dinner, you might have already ate, or maybe you had plans with friends. He hoped that you would join him for the night, that he could press gentle kisses to your lips and taste the sweet wine you liked.

Robert remembered the way to your house. It was a quaint little ranch style, and it fit your personality. It was beautifully kept on the outside, and your front garden was blooming with beautiful flowers. He wondered if you planted them yourself. It was still mostly light out, but the sun was fading away into a purple and pink sky. Robert parked his car in the street, taking a deep breath. Why he was nervous, he didn’t know. He had already been intimate with you, but he was seeking a different intimacy tonight.

He walked the path up to your front door, admiring how well kept your house was. You clearly took pride in keeping your space organized, clean, and good-looking. It was similar to your desk at work in an odd way. He stood at your door, a bit hesitant, and knocked. A flash of nerves lit up his body and he wondered if he should just leave, but then you opened the door.

As your eyes landed on him, he could tell you were surprised to see him, and he felt a wave of guilt rush over him, but you smiled warmly and it melted away. You looked absolutely stunning. Your hair was down, and you wore jean shorts and a white t-shirt. He had never seen you look so relaxed and comfortable before. You looked domestic.

His mind wandered, could it be this way forever? Could he be domestic with you, seeing you in outfits just like this one? He wondered if one day he could have the privilege of seeing you this way everyday, of being around you, comfortable and at ease. He shifted in his suit from the funeral.

“Y/n, I wanted to see if-” He began, but he heard a voice call out from behind you.

“Y/n, everything okay?” A tall man appeared at the door next to you. He had dark hair and a bit of scruff from a beard. Robert felt dread and envy crush him. The green monster raged and clawed inside of him as he and the man watched each other for a moment.

“Um, Mason, this is Robert Fischer, my boss.” You instantly became nervous, and Robert felt hurt pound in his chest. “Mr. Fischer, this is Mason, my-” Robert cut you off quickly, not wanting to hear you say it.

“Actually, I was just checking in. I was just going.” Robert excused himself quickly and made his way back to the car.

As he drove off, he felt hot tears sting his eyes. You clearly didn’t feel the same about your encounter at the hotel as he did. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He should’ve known a beautiful woman like you would already have a man in your life. He wondered if he had ever deserved you.

You watched Robert get into his car and drive off, shocked and confused that he had taken off so quickly. He hadn’t even told you why he was there. You wondered if you should text or call him, but you knew his father’s funeral had been that day, and it was probably a mess of emotions. You thought he most likely needed his space. You would see him on Monday and make sure he was okay.

“So is he always like that?” Mason teased, pinching your shoulder. You rolled your eyes as you shut the door before slapping his arm.

“Oh stop it! He’s got it bad enough, his father’s funeral was today.” You snapped. Your brother’s eyes widened.

“Oh damn, Y/n, sorry.” You returned to your kitchen, where you and your brother were cooking your weekly get together dinner. You wondered why Robert had come to your house if he was going to leave so quickly. Had he changed his mind about something? Was it a bad time? Was he needed at the office? You sighed to yourself and continued preparing dinner, but your mind stayed with Robert.

Monday rolled around, and you intended to check in with Robert as soon as you could. You got there early, earlier than the usual early, but his office door was closed. You knew better than to knock with the door closed, so you continued to your desk. You spent the next hour going through your usual day, but something felt off. There was a coldness in the office and it seemed to be coming from Robert’s office. After another half hour, you needed his input on one of your weekly projects and approached his office. The door was still closed, but you knocked anyway. Robert’s voice beckoned you in, but not in his usual tone. You opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk, quietly working on a stack of papers. He didn’t look at you as you opened the door.

“Mr. Fischer, I need to know what you want done with the New York meeting.” You said, trying to ignore the fact that he still wouldn’t look at you. Why wouldn’t he look at you?

“Push it off for another week.” He said, his voice even and firm. You waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. You opened your mouth to say something, to ask him if he was okay, but you fought against it, nodding and closing the door to his office as you left.

As you went about your day, you were continuously ignored by Robert. You couldn’t understand why he was giving you short answers and being so cold to you. While he was in a long meeting with board members, you took your lunch and went to the cafe, picking up his favorite pastry and coffee. You wrote a smiley face on his drink, like normal, and returned to your desk, patiently waiting for him to leave the meeting.

Your eyes constantly left your work to watch the door to the conference room, and after another half an hour, the door opened. You not so discretely watched Robert pass you, not even glancing your way. You knew that he knew you were watching him, and you felt desperate as you watched him walk into his office and shut the door. You watched through the open blinds as he approached his desk, spotting the coffee and pastry. You expected him to look up and smile at you, thank you like he always did. You watched eagerly, waiting for his response, and he collected both the coffee and pastry in his hands and threw them both in the trash can next to his desk.

Your heart fell. He was mad at you, that was for sure. You tried to hold back your own tears as you leaned back over your desk, trying not to give away how upset you were to your other coworkers. You wondered if he knew you were upset. You wondered if he cared.

Slowly, your other coworkers trickled out of the office as business hours closed, but you remained. You needed to clear this up with Robert. Perhaps you had been wrong. Maybe he had come to your house to tell you it was a one time thing, but saw your brother and felt pity for you. You clenched your jaw at the thought. He was the one who had kissed you. He was the one who pulled you in to stay the night. He was the one who drove you home the next day with a sweet goodbye as he walked you to the door. And now here you were, your peace offering of coffee and warm pastry in the trash of his office.

When the last person left, leaving you alone with Robert, you stood. Immediately, not leaving without your answers you rightfully deserved, you marched yourself to his office. You knocked on the door, and for a moment it was quiet. You waited, for a moment, but decided it didn’t matter. He had treated you poorly today, and you deserved to walk in on whatever he was doing.

You opened the door and saw him standing, ready to leave himself. This was unusual. He typically didn’t leave for at least another half hour. He truly was pissed. A chill ran down your spine as he looked you dead in the eyes. They were unfeeling, but you felt the anger there.

“Miss L/n, I’m rather busy, this will have to wait.” You continued to stand there, feeling a bit of your own anger rising, but the hurt flooded you and creeped up your throat, tightening its hold on your airway.

“No.” You said firmly.

“No?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No. You’ve been acting cruel. Why?” You stood your ground, but you felt your heart race and you wanted to disappear. This felt terrible, it felt wrong. This is not how this should have gone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grabbed documents from his desk and started towards you, intending to leave, but you stood your ground still, blocking his path. Determined, you tugged on the papers in his hand, and he must have been a bit shocked by your directness, because he let go rather easily. You tossed the papers on his couch, crossing your arms in front of him.

“You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day and giving me the shortest answers possible. You’ve never called me ‘Miss L/n’ in my entire time here, and-” Your voice broke a little and you looked down at your shoes. “I saw you throw away the coffee.” You paused, trying not to sound as weak as you felt. “I just want to know why.” You mumbled. You looked back up at him, and guilt washed over his face for a moment before his face tried to become stoic again, but he just looked upset and hurt. You knew the look well.

“Our time together obviously meant more to me than it did to you, Y/n.” He said quietly. His voice was soft, and he tried to get around you, but you blocked his path again.

“What?” You asked, your voice laced with confusion as your eyebrows furrowed together. “What does that mean?” He sighed, and he didn’t seem angry, he just seemed sad.

“The other man in your home was evidence enough.” You blinked at him several times, trying to process what he had just said to you. You had to hold back a laugh, but your face contorted into a grin. After a moment, you did laugh out of absurdity. His face breaks out in more pain, and you’re quick to speak, your laughter dying quickly.

“Robert, Mason is my brother, which you would’ve known if you stayed an extra five seconds. I introduced you as my boss because I didn’t really want my brother knowing that much about my um, personal life.” You watched all emotion leave his face, a red tinge spreading across his freckled cheeks and his ears. He blinked a couple of times, staring off behind you.

“Brother?” He said quietly. You nodded, trying to hide your giggles. He let out an embarrassed sigh and rubbed his forehead with his palm, not looking at you. Though he looked thoroughly embarrassed, he also looked ultimately relieved. “Right, well, I guess I neglected to ask about your family…” He trailed off, and you laughed at that.

“Rob,” You started, straightening his tie as you got closer to him. “It meant something to me too.” You whispered, and his eyes found yours again. He seemed to have regained his confidence and straightened his posture.

“Good to know. We should do something about that then.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back. As you got closer, he whispered. “I’m sorry Y/n.” Regret laced in his voice. You smiled a bit wider.

“It’s okay, Rob.” He closed the gap between the two of you, gently moving his lips in sync with yours.

“I like when you call me that.” He mumbled, his hands cupping your chin as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

#cillian murphy x reader #robert fischer x reader #inception x reader #cillian murphy #robert fischer #inception #haha don't roast me alive okay #could be better but i'm ready to post it i guess

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jokertrap-ran · 5 days

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s Melody of Return Translation

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"The bright sunlight shines through the wide glass windows, shimmering down upon the familiar area of the airport. The anticipation and joy of being reunited with him added a spring to my step as my spirits began to soar..

I’d taken such a long trip that I couldn’t help picking up the pace as I headed towards the exit.

The long-awaited Guangqi City awaited behind the exit alongside the person I love.

The hustle and bustle of the airport grew clearer in my ears as I looked around, searching for his familiar silhouette within the airport crowd.

Who is he?"

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

I caught sight of a pair of familiar pale green eyes at the forefront of the crowd.

MC: Osborn!

His naturally upturned eyes held a smile, and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he met your eyes. The playful smile that you are all too familiar with lingers at the corners of his lips.

Osborn: Playful little thing has got tired of playing and is finally home?

MC: How could I bear to be away with you here?

Osborn glanced behind you with increasing amusement.

Osborn: Where's your luggage?

MC: Why would I have it with me? Do you know how much that would have hindered me from running to you?

I winked, taking three steps at a time and jumping into his arms without a moment’s hesitation.

However, he was ready and opened his arms to catch me as if he’d expected it all alone. He spun me around in a circle.

Osborn: Not bad. Could be faster though.

MC: Then you've gotta catch me when I come at you full speed!

MC: The boxes that got sent over back then were my luggage and belongings. Did you keep it safe for me, Boss Xiao?

Osborn: Of course, everything's back home except you.

He put me down, took my hand, and led me out of the airport.

I followed him, the familiar warmth of his palm gradually spreading through my body. The heavy weight of the loneliness that had increasingly bore down on me while I was away dissipated in a moment.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Arriving at the parking lot to the side of the airport, I recognized a familiar motorcycle in the distance, basking in the sunlight.

Osborn: Follow me to a place before we go home.

He handed me a helmet once we got to the motorcycle. It was familiar, and it looked well-loved.

MC: Lemme guess… Did you prepare a welcome dinner for me?

Osborn: Of course. There's no way we can miss out on that, but that's for after we get back home.

After several failed guesses, Osborn smiled triumphantly before announcing the answer.

Osborn: We're going to give this motorcycle a sound tuning. I noticed that it wasn't as fast as it should be on the way here.

MC: What's wrong with it? Wasn't it running pretty well last time?

Osborn: It's been sitting around for too long.

Not having expected that, I looked at him in surprise as he climbed onto the bike.

MC: Wasn't it your favorite ride?

He chuckled softly, making a small turn with the bike with a playful glint in his pale green eyes.

Osborn: Yeah, it is my favorite means of transportation, but the backseat of this one's reserved for a certain designer.

Osborn: Besides, who was it again who hugged me all teary-eyed before leaving, saying that this ride's too flashy so I can't let anyone else ride on it?

I froze for half a second, trying to recall when that happened, only to cover my face in embarrassment.

MC: That was just drunken blabbering! Forget it! That never happened!

Osborn: But possessiveness is a cute look on you. You want me to forget about it? Really?

He leaned forward slightly, coming closer to my ear. The scent of black cedarwood tickled my nose.

MC: Fine… Just go tune this thing already!

Osborn: Yes, ma'am.

I put my helmet on and Osborn reached out to flick the visor downward.

Osborn: Actually, it wasn’t banished to a corner only because you told me to…

MC: Oh?

Osborn: You weren’t here, so how could I look at something every day, only to be reminded of how much I miss the person it reminds me of? So I pretty much had no other choice but to ignore this old guy here.

His sentence ended with a slight lilt. He was obviously joking, but his expression looked genuine.

The shadow his fringe cast upon his eyes and face merged, making him look rather aggrieved.

Perhaps I was really gone for way too long.

I was stunned at the realization. Then, I gingerly got onto the bike, subconsciously making my movements gentler for fear of crushing this “old” guy and hurting its feelings.

Osborn: No need to be so careful with it. It can handle more, I assure you. Although… with the state it's in, I can now warn a certain naughty devil…

As soon as I settled into the seat, I heard Osborn’s voice drifting alongside the wind.

Osborn: Don't be gone for too long next time.

He pressed down the hand he had on the bike’s handlebar, causing its body to purr.

MC: Okay! Don’t worry, I won’t be able to bear seeing my exclusive backseat gathering dust again!

I straightened and placed my arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against my fingertips. A familiar sense of security enveloped me.

MC: But you’re actually the one I can’t bear to part with most.

The rushing wind in my ears grew stronger as the motorcycle surged forward, and the jet black hair freely fluttering before me was the sight I am the most familiar with.

And being right next to him was the place where I felt most at ease.

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #For Night For Freedom #Melody of Return

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Love, Javier - Chpt: 5

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory, no clear age gap mentioned)

content/warnings: reminiscent!Javi, guilt about the past, reader/OFC has a boyfriend, aeroplane!javi, Steve and connie are having a baby! partially reminiscent conversation and a carefully constructed Bloody Mary ;)

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Chapter 5: The Airport (1993)

Javier ticked his jaw as he waited for his turn at the coffee shop somewhere around his terminal. Now that he thought about it, he had barely given his ticket more than a brief glance. His eyes ran over the block letters consciously.

Between receiving news that he had been promoted to all the excessive bureaucracy that took place to solidify his position he had barely had five minutes to himself to sit down and let it all sink in.

It reminded him of when they had shipped him off to DC. After the Judy Moncado debacle. One second he had Escobar being handed to him on a golden platter and the next he was on a plane to Washington, as far away from Escobar as possible, waiting for the bad media to blow over like some shameful celebrity. He loathed it-scratch that, he loathed himself.

He looked down at the shiny marble flooring, scooting ahead one space. The man that looked back wasn’t Javier Peña, the confident asshole from the DEA, who’s only goal was to catch Escobar, no matter what. It was a man who had slogged his ass five years trying and a man who wasn’t even there to see it end. Why? Because he was just too damn hell bent on ending it all.

He looked up and in response to the barista’s greeting, his face barely cooperating at the smile he commanded. He ran his hand along his cheek.

“I’d like a tall coffee, black, no sugar.” He slid a couple bills on the counter and slid his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans.

“You can pick it up from the next counter.” The barista handed him some change which he pocketed carelessly this time. “Thank you, have a pleasant day.”

He grabbed his coffee, throwing another one of his half-hearted smiles at the woman whom he had brushed past.

Now here he was, impatiently waiting to get back to his post in Columbia. Javier needed to do things the proper way this time. No sidestepping the law, and doing bad things to catch the bad guys. This promotion was a second chance he thought he didn’t deserve. That along with the claps on the back he had gotten, congratulating him on Escobar’s downfall. He was anything but a hero.

He had to take down Cali without any of that. Sure, for himself but he also felt like he owed it to everyone down there. There was a fire lit in his gut and a well-rested responsibility coursed through his veins; Acting as a constant reminder to what he had done. Although all of that would have to wait, and he would have to deal with his overwhelming drive to do the right thing for another couple of weeks.

He sat at one of the small round tables and sipped his coffee slowly inspecting the roar of applause that erupted from the small television in the far corner. Steve Balboni had hit another home run.

You wrapped your arms around Dusty’s neck one last time as he snuck in a final kiss. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbled into your lips and you smiled, pulling away.

“I’ll miss you too.” You resisted the urge to swing on your heels like some gleeful toddler and took his hand in yours instead.

“Come on, let’s get a coffee before you board.” He laced his fingers with yours and you made your way to a small starbucks.

~0o0~

“Yes, two tall lattes, a single shot of espresso please and the sugars on the side.” You said, fishing out some dollars from your wallet. The barista asked for your name which you said, still fishing out some change from your wallet. He then ushered you to the next counter while you waited, moving on to the next person in line.

You glanced to your left, courtesy of a casual curiosity and you let out an incredulous exhale.

It couldn’t be. You thought, blinking slowly. You peeked at the figure again, only confirming your suspicions. Neatly trimmed moustache, over a pair of shapely lips and a set of soft brown eyes. There was no mistaking it. Javier Peña.

It was his Romanesque features and cool demeanour that gave him away. Prominent nose and a strong jaw, the latter neatly shaved. A dimple creased his cheek as he smiled at the barista and shoved his wallet back into the back pocket of his fitting jeans. You had spent eighteen hours with the man and the image of him had been deeply ingrained in your mind after spending so long in his presence.

The server called out your name loudly and his eyes met yours at the sound. You gave him a small, tight smile. Which he only returned with an even smaller one. You swiped your lattes off the counter and watched him brush past you, reaching for his own order.

Your mouth hung open as you followed him with your eyes, simultaneously making your way towards Dusty at a table.

“Who was that?” He asked, raising himself from his seat to help you set the drinks down. Your eyes still bore a deep gaze at Javier, who sat on the opposite end, eyeing the baseball game.

He was clad in a half sleeve linen button up, and fitted jeans; same as when you had seen him the first time. You saw that he had traded his deep beige jacket for a black leather one and of course, his yellow coolers, sitting snazzily on the bridge of his nose. You pursed your lips.

“Thank god he couldn’t place me.” You said with a frown, plopping down next to Dusty. “I drove from Chicago to New York with him five years ago and it was the longest night of my life.”

“What happened,” Dusty enquired, picking up his latte. Your mind swished back five years ago, recollecting the events. You shook your head with a laugh.

“God, it was like sitting next to some sort of Don Juan.” You saw Dusty’s face mould into a quizzical one, glancing at Javier.

“He helped me get a date with some guy-” Your brain searched for a name and your eyebrows knit at the blank slate. “Oh god, I can’t remember his name.” You set down your latte turning to Dusty. “Don’t get involved with me Dustin, I’m not even close to thirty and I can't remember the name of the guy I was so smitten over, five years ago.”

“So what happened?” Dusty, brushed your rant to the side.

“When?”

“When he helped you and then…?”

“Oh,” You breathed, “The conversation went on into men and women being friends- and this I remember clear as day.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He said that men and women could never really be friends. Do you think that’s true?” You looked up at Dustin over the rim of your cup. He thought for a couple seconds before shaking his head in disagreement.

“No.”

“Do you have any woman friends?”

“No.” He said again and you raised your eyebrows. “But I will get some if it's important to you.” He completed, leaning in for a quick peck.

“Colin Anderson!” You exclaimed suddenly, pulling away from Dusty with a relieved breath. “That was his name, thank god.” You shook your head.

A couple minutes later Dustin drowned the last of his latte and got up, looking at his watch.

“I will miss you,” He held out his hand to you, helping you out of your seat. You ran your fingers over the front of your blouse. “I love you.” He pulled you into his arms.

“You do?” You giggled, smile widening.

“Yes,” He breathed, “Now cm’re.” He pulled you into a kiss.

“I love you,” you said after pulling away.

“Is that the time?” You gasped, after your eyes briefly swept over your watch catching the hands inching forwards.

“You’d better be off then.” Dusty nodded in the direction of the long line of gates.

“I’ll see you soon,” you called back to him, waving, his figure getting smaller and smaller as you made your way to your gate.

~0o0~

You wiggled in your seat, reaching for a magazine behind the netted pocket of the chair in front of you. More as an excuse to peer through the crack between the seats than for actual reading purposes. You watched as your potential seat-mate jostled by the aisle.

Your attention momentarily gravitated towards an elderly couple squabbling over their luggage in the pair of seats on the other side of the aisle. The elderly lady ignoring her husband’s rational pleas and fishing through her magenta purse, hissing irrational retorts. The man seated right next to them looked up towards the ceiling of the aircraft. You could tell that he knew he would have to put up with the constant bickering for the duration of the journey.

A jean clad figure obstructed your view and you cleared your throat, directing your gaze away and straightening up in your seat. You heard the shuffling in the cabin above and the lid shutting close with a ‘smack’. You never seemed to get rid of your nerves.

You smoothened some non-existing wrinkles out of your clothes as the person took their seat next to you. A musky scent with notes of amber and cedar subjugated the scent of the cold aeroplane air as they hit the seats.

You turned to acknowledge him and you nearly laughed out loud at the absurd coincidence. Here he was, yet again, sitting next to you after your uneventful run in earlier.

His leather jacket squeaked as he adjusted in his seat and you couldn't help but stare at his indifference attitude. He turned to you and nodded a smile, you barely returned it, still somewhat embarrassed from before.

You saw him steal another glance at you through the side of your eye as you took a long sip of water.

Javier tortured himself throughout takeoff trying to place a name to your hauntingly familiar face. He occasionally glanced at you each time lasting longer than the last. Hoping that another look would be able to. He ran his fingers along his chin as you fished out a magazine and flipped it open uninterested. Your eyes aimlessly scanned the perfume and beauty section with the over priced self care products.

“Anything you’d like to drink?” The air hostess smiled down at him and he broke his gaze.

“Nothing for me, thanks.” He shook his head, but took the miniature water bottle that she handed him with a smile.

“You, ma’am?” She turned to you.

“Do you have any bloody mary mix?” The air hostess nodded and reached into her cart.

“No, wait. Here’s what I want.” You sat up in your seat. Javier turned to face you, head on this time. “I want regular tomato juice filled up about three quarters then just a splash of bloody mary mix, just a splash-”

And a piece of lime, but on the side. Javier completed mentally, condemning himself for not recognising you earlier. He smiled softly into his fist, waiting for the air hostess to complete making your drink.

Your lips froze over the rim of your glass when he said your name. You finished your sip and turned to him.

“Connie’s cousin, the University of Chicago right?”

“Yes.” You smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Your soft features had matured, somehow becoming far more attractive but your foibles had remained the same, for the most part at least; it had only been something short of an hour.

“How’s Connie?” He asked, leaning back into his seat. “And the baby?” he added quickly.

The last time Javier had seen Connie was a week before she had decided to move back to Miami with the baby, 1990? Javier pondered. He had barely kept in touch with Steve after Escobar’s death, let alone Mrs.Murphy.

“Well Connie is expecting.” You hummed blissfully, your brows giving away your enthusiasm. “Only a couple months in though.”

“Oh,” Javier said, “I bet she’s ecstatic.”

“Very,” You smiled, taking another sip of your carefully curated beverage. “Oh- And Olivia has started walking, she's about this tall now-” You raised your hand just below your hips proudly.

Javier chuckled softly, recalling Steve complaining to him about his lack of clean t-shirts. It hadn’t even been 3 years since. Javier made a mental note to give him a call once he landed; see how family life was treating him.

“So how’ve you been?” Javier leaned back into his seat, the corner of his eye on you.

“Decent, you know, run of the mill.” You breathed some weight hanging onto your words. Then you slapped on a smile and turned to him

“Mmhmm, yeah” He hummed, tilting his head towards you. “That plan of yours…” Javier started, “Show producer or journalist?”

Javier twisted open his water bottle as you rolled your eyes.

“I knew you thought it was silly.” You let out an amused breath and he shrugged with a smirk. “Well, I’m actually a creative director for this morning show.”

“In D.C?” Javier’s eyebrow shot up.

“Hmm? No, no. It was just a short seminar I had to attend.” You sighed. “And I’m going to Austin for a short segment we planned.”

“So New York then, like you planned?” Javier slotted the bottle in the netted pocket.

“Well…well no, it's this local T.V station in Miami.” Your fingers laced in your lap and you slapped on a half-hearted smile. “Enough about me,” You drew in a long breath. “From what I've heard, you deserve some commendation; Escobar’s been on the news everywhere.”

“Hmm, yeah.” Javier said. He had seen it on almost every broadcasting channel. Another pathetic reminder of the fact that he hadn’t been able to witness it real-time.

An unsaid understanding passed between the two of you. The last 5 years hadn’t gone as either of you had planned.

~0o0~

“You still don’t date? I don’t believe it.” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“I have-” Javier corrected, hoping that it wouldn't turn into another lecture.

“It's just not for you.” You completed with him. He raised his eyebrows at you as he picked up your cup and tossed it into the large garbage bag making its way through the aisle. You nodded a small 'thanks'.

“You know, Dusty said he would never date after highschool.” You straightened out your neck knowingly.

“Well ‘Dusty’s last name happens to be Dinkleman.” Javier joked and you rolled your eyes at his petty attempt at a jab

“Besides, he’s your typical wall street guy.” He said, more seriously this time.

When Javier turned to face you your eyebrows were creased together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned and Javier knew that look all too well.

“They all live the same lives.” He rested his temple on two fingers. “Graduate from an ivy, get a job in some firm on wall street. Then they meet someone, have a safe lunch and then decide they like the woman enough to move on to dinner.” Javier used his other hand to gesticulate. “Maybe they go dancing - do the white man’s overbite-”

“What on earth is that?” You looked at him curiously. Javier caught his bottom lip with his teeth and rocked his shoulders in small movements, up and down; his hands balled into loose fists.

You laughed audibly. Mouth contoured into a grin; drinking up his sardonic story.

“Dustin’s never done that.” You shook your head, almost embarrassed.

“Take him dancing honey.” Javier said, leaning back into palm and you snorted again, picturing the scene.

“Anyways,” Javier exhaled. “After that, they get married, move into a nice quiet place in the suburbs, have three kids and crank up the grill sundays.” Javier shrugged, completing.

“You think he’s boring and predictable.” You said.

“Do you?”

Your lips pressed together “No.” You said firmly, leaving Javier convinced otherwise. “It goes without saying.” You quickly babbled, noticing his gaze.

“Then why does it matter what I think?” He said, clasping his hands in lap, giving you a quizzical look.

“It doesn't.” You huffed.

“Well then, that’s that.” He shrugged, manoeuvring away from the topic,not wanting to ruin the conversation. It had been the first one he had had in weeks that wasn’t heavy and stressful.

“It’s serious then?” He folded his arms across his chest. The way he sat, straight against the seat broadened his shoulders further, stretching the linen fabric taut across his chest.

“Well, it's only been a couple months since.” You smiled bashfully. “But it’s not like i know i’m gonna marry the guy y'know?”

“Right.” Javier nodded.

“We’ve only known each other for 3 months after all.” You sighed. “Haven’t witnessed his ‘white man's' overbite’ yet.” You smiled up at Javier, your eyes rolling the tiniest bit.

Javier picked up your sarcastic tone and took another swig from his water. “I’m telling you, it's a deal breaker.”

~0o0~

Javier found himself manoeuvring through the sea of people on the moving sidewalk trying to catch up with you. He muttered a few ‘excuse me’ s and ‘sorry’s before sliding up right behind you.

“Hey,” He breathed. “You staying for a bit here then??” He watched you turn back towards him.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning around once more.

“Well, I'm in town for a while. Would you like to have dinner sometime maybe-”

You turned to him, eyebrows raising.

“Just as friends.” He assured, holding his palms up in defence.

“I thought you believed men and women couldn't be friends.” You shook your head.

“Well,” He started, “They can if they-”

“Javier.” You stopped him, just as the both of you stepped off of the sidewalk near the sliding doors. You thrust your hand in front of him. “Javier, goodbye. It was very nice to see you.”

He nodded once, before the two of you swapped small smiles. He found his eyes following you onto the street, the air blowing little wisps of your hair into your face. He let out a heavy sigh and adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag as he made his way to a pay phone.

His gaze flickered back to you, now ducking into a car, the backlights spilling onto the curb as you pulled your purse inside along with you. He tilted his head to the side as the phone began to ring and your car drove away. The line connected with a click and Javier’s eyes drifted to his shoes.

“Hey Pops, it's me.”

~0o0~

A/N: Hello, hi. This turned into a tiny hiatus oof. Sorry about that. Anyways, I finally got down to finishing this chapter and here you are. I'm actually taking the weekend off in terms of the internet and gadgets (summer cottages and saunas await) so only expect another update after that <3

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Chapter 3

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Ps- I'm torn between back leather and beige Javi :s What do we think?

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