#Joe Merriweather x reader

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Meeting you again

Hey, cuties ! Yep, anoter bad fanfic written by me. An idea that I had by seeing again few moments of Solace. I’m so in love with Joe Merriweather. Therefore, you’ll have a lot of ff with him ! xP

Summary : “After all of this time, do you think I can really remember ?” “Maybe not now. It can be in days, in weeks, hell in months ! But I’m sure you’ll”.

Ships : Joe Merriweather x Female! Reader

Words : 2660

Warnings : Curses

Parts : 1/?

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The constant hubbub in the bar bungled your eardrums and your migraine became more and more unbearable. Still, you sat flabbily on your chair, your head collapsed on the counter, a glass half filled in your hand. It was your fifth glass of vodka. In bad mood and an urgent need to release you, you had chosen one of the strongest alcohols, insisting heavily when the waiter had tried to dissuade you, advancing as arguments that alone, you’ll not reach your house, and that it would be a bad idea to drive in this state. In the end, he had given up and had continued to serve you every time you asked. Alcohol burned your throat when you swallowed it, creating a fire in you and rising considerably the heat in your body. With the noise of conversations, chairs scraping the floor, and loud music over you, all that was stretching your brain. And alcohol didn’t help at all. But you didn’t care. All you wanted was to forget this evening which was without a doubt the worst of your life. Maybe you exaggerated a bit. You had not lost everything, either. But you had certainly taken a hell of a blow that always shook you after an hour of the painful revelation. This bar on the corner of the street near your home was the only place you'd thought of to escape. And instead of keeping your calm and trying to settle the situation as you always did, you preferred to dive into the comfort of these addictive drinks. It was a bad idea. It was against your principles. But tonight, you had nothing more to do. Your only wish was that everyone leaves you in peace to temporarily forget these last events. Your hand still holding firmly your glass, you raised your heavy head to the buzzing mind to let your eyes wander the room with an indifferent glance. The place was filled. It was normal. It was the weekend. On saturday, on top of that. The day everyone went out to relax after a tiring week to work for long hours. Men were playing in the machines at the corner of the room, others were filtring  women with short, tight-fitting dresses, which giggled like chickens. Groups of friends, couples, regulars. We found everything here. Many heads seemed familiar to you, you didn’t know why. You only came here once. Maybe it was the effect of vodka that blurred your senses.

You carried your glass to your lips and quickly swallowed the liquid that again inflamed your throat. This one painful, you rest violently your glass on the counter, waving to the waiter not far from you. He sighed, already knowing what you wanted. And having no longer the will to stop you, he took the bottle and poured the transparent liquid. You thank him vaguely with the head, each oneo f you on the point of resuming their activity. When suddenly someone took you by surprise by pulling your glass out of your hands. You blinked, stupidly fixing your hand before raising your reproving eyes towards the culprit. “Who the fuck you think you’re ?” Your voice pronounced with difficulty, your vocal cords still under the shock of the high temperature of the alcohol that you hadn’t stopped drinking for sixty minutes. “A good guy who prevents you from continuing your bullshit”, pronounced the said culprit. You analyzed the man standing near you. With a decadent appearance, his black hair, untidy, his eyes of a deep-hazelnut-green, spoiled by enormous pockets beneath them, describiding an exhausted face. The wrinkles on his face showed that he was of advanced age, yet he was of a charisma almost disturbing, his serious expression of a few seconds ago replaced with a smirk. His obvious cheekbones and his peppery beard fit perfectly with the rest of his face. His bare blue shirt unbuttoned to the third button, hid a sturdy body with square shoulders and muscular arms, leaving you guessed that this tall and slender man took special care of his body. A hand in his pocket, his smile faded and his eyes hanging on to yours stood out and turned to the waiter, who tetanized on the spot in front of the menacing glance that the unknown was sending him.

“As the server and owner of this bar, Your customers’ safety and health is paramount”. “Ho-How do you know that I-?” “The label attached to your shirt, dumbass”, interrupted the other. “Who are you talking to people like that ? And then, it was I who asked him to serve me”, you spat suddenly. You got up from the chair, your legs flailing, the latter struggling to support your weight. He frowned, letting your finger crash on his hairy chest when you found your balance. “Gimme me back my glass and get outta of here; You’ll not spoil my evening by your pathetic little number of cop”, you replied, staggering slightly. At your words, he giggled. His hand in his pocket came out to reveal a badge that he put under your nose, the letters F-B-I appearing clearly before your eyes. “Agent Joe Merriweather of the FBI. Madam, I'll take you with me to the drunk tank”, said the man by the name of Joe, putting his badge down. “You really need it”, he added, taking your things under your stunned eyes. He grabbed your arm and you didn’t ripost. Holding him tightly, he pulled you toward him to take you to the exit, people in the bar watching the scene with curiosity and frightened mixed. Before putting a foot outside, the agent turned to the server who froze again on the spot. “Next time, avoid serving someone who wants to go home by car. If you repeat this same fucking mistake, I promise you’ll have problems”, he threatened coldly, his eyes narrowed. And without giving the other time to justify, Joe took you out where cold rain fell abundantly.

***

“Great, now I'm going to spend the night in the drunk tank. It could only get worse”, you grumbled as the agent slammed his door. “Shouldn’t drink so much”, he said, settling comfortably in front of the wheel. He put the inside rearview mirror in a good angle before taking his key out of his pocket, which snapped when he plugged it into contact. “Usually I don’t drink”. “Then why did you drink so many glasses ?” Asked the officer who lit the car. It growled underneath you. Joe swung an arm in your seat, looking back as he pulled back the car. Your head turned towards the window, watching the drops of water striking against it. You remained silent. If you had drunk, it was just to forget it. And you would have gone on drinking until you fell just to not remember it until the next morning. Bot here you’re. You were in the car of an FBI agent taking you to the police station to swing you in a drunk tank until the morning. An agent with a charming smile and an attractive appearance. But also strange. Something was crushing you about him. You had a strange sensation of déjà-vu. You felt the same when you saw him a few minutes before. Perhaps it was just your imagination, or the bad effect of the alcohol. Joe had now joined the road. Both you immersed in silence, one watching the buildings passing by the window, and the other keeping his eyes on the road, patting the wheel with his fingers. The car stopped before the traffic lights. Joe took advantage of it to drink a sip of water and rubbing his tired face. He closed the plastic bottle when he broke the silence. “You still haven’t answered my question”. “And why should I? It's not your business, as far as I know”, you pointed out without removing your eyes from a couple who passed on the sidewalk, the two clinging to each other under an umbrella. “I’m of a very curious nature”, justified the other. “Curiosity is a bad flaw”. “Not that much, if you think about it”, said Joe, pressing the accelerator, the traffic lights turned green. You turned your head in his direction, frowning. A smile in the corner, he added nothing, leaving you in doubt as to this enigmatic sentence. You came back to your original position, the elbow resting on the edge of the window, your head resting in your hand. “By the way, you’re not taking me to the post, do you ?” You said after a moment's silence. “How do you know ?” “It's not the same path”, you replied indifferently. “In fact, I have a friend who works for the FBI. Once, I brought some donuts to her”, you added. “Who ?” “Katherine Cowles”.

“Katherine ? Seriously ?” The man asked, now laughing. “Yeah. Why ? What's so funny ?” You asked in your turn, not understanding his giggles. The car turned to the right to enter a suburb dimly lit by the street lights lined up along the pavements. No one was out at this time. No light filtering through the windows. Not a dog barking or the engine of a car that scolded. Only your vehicle broke that disturbing silence. “It's just she never told me she knew you”, Joe commented after calming down. “And why would she tell you ?” Again, the man didn’t answer and merely smiled at you. You sighed, annoyed. “Is not your wife going to blame you for bringing another woman home ?” “How do you know I'm married ?” Joe asked, surprised. “The ring on your finger”. Joe prevented an impressive whistle, clearly overwhelmed by your sense of observation. He actually had a gold ring on his finger. But it no longer had any meaning for him. More since he'd learned that Laura had been having an affair with another man for two long years and that she had decided to leave him the evening of their wedding anniversary. It was ironic on one side. “Since when ?” You asked, not having noticed the driver's dark face. “I'm no longer married”, he whispered feebly. Your heart stopped for half a second. You swallowed hard, cursing your eyes that began to tingle. You swore not to cry anymore for this asshole, not being hurt anymore. But here you’re being on the verge of tears. The throat knotted and the ball in the belly, these words only came to mind. “I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t want to hurt you”. Arriving in front of his house, Joe had parked and stopped the car, the engines stopping purring beneath you. The car was plunged in a heavy silence, your trembling voice echoing in his head. “You too ?” What a stupid question. He knew you had to face this painful truth, too. And yet, part of him wanted to hear you say it. Is it to share his pain, or was he worrying about you ?

“Yeah. For a very long time”. He felt a squeeze in his heart at your feeble, broken voice. You were cursed yourself of this ephemeral weakness. But this pain in the chest was unbearable. These still fresh images in your head reminded you all the time that you had been a poor blind idiot all this time. Love was difficult to subdue. It could be a force, as it could be a devastating storm. You thought you had succeeded in getting it, that you had domesticated it. And yet your heart was bleeding, your lungs were contracted. You had trouble breathing. You should have known. Despite the many clues, you had closed your eyes, refusing to believe this probable truth. You'd rather drown yourself in a pretty comforting lie. With the edge of your sleeve, you dried your blurred eyes. You just opened the door and went outside, paying no attention to the biting wind and the icy rain. Joe, motionless for a moment, followed your movement, taking his keys in passing. He slammed the door behind him and extinguished the car at a distance, his footsteps rushing to catch up with you. “Hold on !” Joe shouted, protecting his face from the rain with his forearms. You didn’t turn around. You were stumbling on your heels, your head spinning like a top as you rummaged through your pockets. “Fuck. God damn it, where's that damn phone..” When you touched the smooth surface of the screen, your foot caught in a misplaced slab. And while you were already seeing the shock coming in full force, an arm wrapped around your waist and brought you back, preventing you from falling head first on the stone. “Are you okay ?” "Bring me back to my house. I have things to do for the job”, you replied by releasing you from Joe wet from head to toe. “Stop fucking lying to me. I know very well that you’ll continue to drink”. “Absolutely. Do you have a fucking damn problem with that ?” You asked sharply as you saw his disapproving gaze. “If you want to drink, do it with someone”. “I thought the FBI agent was against alcohol”, you bitterly exclaimed. “You like me had a bad night. I need  as much as you a little pick-me up and a little.. company”, he said, shrugging his shoulders. The mouth half open, you were looking for something to say. But no word came out. It was true. To mop while drinking was more appreciable with someone than alone at home. Normally, you would have refused. But the expression of his face - strangely familiar - made you do the opposite. You nodded. And a smile illuminated his face.

“So, hurry up. I'm fucking frozen here”, exclamed Joe, shivering from head to feet. He turned and hurried to the porch of his house, glancing behind his shoulder to see if you were following him.

You were both in front of the front door. You were by his side, rubbing your arms to warm you as he looked for the keys in his pants pocket. Droplets of water fell on the floor, your wet clothes stuck to your skin. When Joe finally found the key, he put it in the lock and turned. He pushed open the door, letting you go first, then quickly closed it behind him. The lukewarmness of the great house caused you to let out a sigh of well-being. Joe pulled out his wet glasses and swore as he dried them with the side of his shirt. As for you, you walked through the entrance hall, watching pictures and paintings hanging on the beige wall. “Make yourself at home”. Now turned towards you, Joe put a hand through his wet hair, the other resting on his hip. The red rose to the cheeks, turning quickly your head in the other direction. He gave you a curious look, before he understood and smiled.

“Sorry”. “No, it's nothing”, you stammered, frantically waving your head. You removed your jacket and hang it from the coat rack, Joe climbing the steps of the stairs, grimacing at the unpleasant feeling of his shirt glued to his skin. “I'll take a shower. If you're hungry, serve yourself. I went shopping yesterday”, exclaimed Joe from the railing. “Thank you”. Joe smiled and disappeared into the corridor. You closed your eyes for a moment, swallowing hard, your hand resting where your heart was. When he had smiled at you, your body had relaxed, a pleasant sensation of warmth had spread in the hollow of your chest. That smiling face. This gentle warmth. That laugh. Perhaps it was one of the effects of alcohol but strangely, all of this seemed.. familiar. Ignoring that little voice in your head, you walked towards the room containing the living room and the kitchen, deciding to explore more deeply the house of this man, Joe Merriweather.

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OMG ! I love Joe. One of my favourite jdm’s characters. So, what did you thought about it ? Tell me in the comments and if you have any advices, please give me them. Like that, I can improve ! Thank you for reading and remember that I love ya all ! Thank you again ! 💖💖

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@dixonsvixon2017​ requested:  Can you do a JDMxreader imagine where she plays Cherry Pie by Warrant and gives him a lap dance and strip tease and smut proceeds to happen?

Word Count: 4,439 Author's Note: This was absolutely fun to write! I added a bit of backstory (reader is a stripper whose boss is under surveillance for some illegal activity and JDM -- the police officer -- requires help from a woman he meets). So, thank you @dixonsvixon2017​ for this request! I had so much fun writing it and imagining Joe Merriweather as the face claim. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! :) Warning: Smut!!!

You were new to Tease. At first, you started as a bartender. You were always so uncomfortable with working at a strip club, but it helped pay your way through school. When your boss offered you a “promotion” as a stripper, you knew you couldn’t refuse the offer simply because of the increase in your pay.

Tonight, however, you were back behind the bar. It had only been a couple of days since you were promoted. You usually focused more on the music rather than the act itself. Yes, you danced on men and yes, you slid down poles, but you drew the line at removing your clothes.

It was Sports night, so your uniform behind the bar required a Sports jersey and bikini shorts underneath.

You always loved baseball, so you decide to wear black bikini shorts with a baseball jersey over your black lacy bra. You buttoned the jersey enough to cover your abdomen, but enough to reveal your cleavage. Your boss had told you that since hiring you, business had skyrocketed.

You were swaying your hips to the music absently, fixing up drinks for the men that were seated around the stage. The good thing about being a bartender was that not many visitors decided to sit at the bar itself unless all chairs and tables were taken.

As you were pouring a drink into the glass, you heard a deep voice calling out his order.

“Can I get a beer, please?”

You handed the other woman the drink to give to one of the men waiting before you decided to turn your attention to this man who decided to sit at the bar.

When your eyes met his, you felt your breath being taken away.

He was handsome.

He was clad in a light blue button up that was buttoned enough to reveal his peeking chest hair. The stubble on his face didn’t hide the fact that he had dimples. His hair was slightly slicked back, but it was slightly disheveled to give off the vibe that he could have a good time, but he could also be serious. His sleeves were folded up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos that littered his forearms.

“Oh, of course. Uh, Heineken or Corona?” You asked.

“Surprise me,” he smiled.

“Corona it is.”

You opened the bottle and set it on the counter, watching as his eyes deviated to the stage. You sighed. Of course. He was probably here to release some stress from work, but when he didn’t get up to sit at one of the vacant tables near the stage, you arched a brow.

“You like to watch from afar?” You asked hesitantly.

“It’s my first time here at one of these things,” he admitted.

“By one of these things you mean a strip club?”

He laughed quietly, “Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

“Well, it’s pretty self-explanatory. As long as you’ve got dollar bills, you’ll do fine. If you like something you see, then reward the girl and if you want a lap dance, you pay extra. Simple as that.”

“How come you aren’t up there?” He asked.

You arched a brow, looking at the orders of drinks that you had to make before your coworker were to retrieve it.

“I’m kind of new here. Maybe three months. Started out as a bartender and as of three days ago, I should be up there, but one of the bartenders called out sick, so here I am.”

You continued conversation, mixing drinks to the customers liking before setting it on the black tray for your coworker to retrieve.

“You seem a bit too innocent to be one of the strippers,” he said.

You laughed quietly, shrugging a shoulder.

“Guess so, but apparently, I can shake my ass better than the girls who have been doing this for a long time. Besides, this is just temporary. I’ve been here three months and I’m making more money than I have at my previous job.”

The man laughed again. “I’m Jeffrey, by the way.”

You screeched internally. Maybe working here wasn’t such a bad thing, but that also left the looming question of what was he doing here.

“I’m [Y/N].”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, [Y/N].”

The way you name rolled off his tongue made you bite your lower lip and squeeze your legs. It wasn’t helping that you were dressed in lesser clothing than what you were used to.

“So, you said it’s your first time at one of these strip clubs, right?”

Jeffrey nodded.

“What’s your opinion on it? How do you like it?”

Jeffrey smiled, “Well, I’m more interested in talking with the bartender than having a random girl straddle my waist or take their clothes off to be honest.”

You blushed, looking down at the ice bin before you got another round of drinks.

“You think you’re really charming, huh?” You teased, your attention focused on the drinks at hand.

“Hm, maybe just a tiny bit.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head and finishing the drinks quickly. You glanced over at Jeffrey to see that his eyes were focused solely on you and it was different because he wasn’t allowing his eyes to deviate to your backside, your exposed legs, or your cleavage. He was being a gentleman. He was simply watching how you worked.

“You said you worked here three months. How do you like it?” Jeffrey asked.

You shrugged, “I can’t complain. It pays the bills and my school, and it also leaves me more to spend however I please. The manager can be better, though.”

You knew that badmouthing your boss would bite you in the ass later in life, but Jeffrey seemed genuinely concerned and interested. He didn’t seem like he would turn around and tell your boss anyway. Either way, you weren’t worried.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he gives me the creeps, but then again, I guess that’s what happens when you work at a strip club.”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. “Not necessarily, [Y/N]. You’re here to work and despite it being a very different job than what is normal, it’s still a job. There are still boundaries that an employer cannot break.”

“Guess you’re right, besides, he hasn’t tried anything on me and even if he did, he would certainly get his ass handed to him,” you said.

Jeffrey chuckled, flashing her his dimples. “You’re funny.”

“Why’s that? Don’t believe I can kick a man’s ass?” you asked, arching a brow.

“Oh, no no. I certainly wouldn’t want to find out, but you’re innocent looking and then you say something like that and it’s – it’s unexpected.”

“Yeah, well you ever hear the phrase of don’t judge a book by its cover or looks can be deceiving? Well, that’s me.”

You smiled, looking up at him. They were having a nice conversation, but in the back of her mind, you had to ask why he was here. There had to be some sort of reason.

“Jeffrey? Why are you here?

He cleared his throat, fidgeting with his empty beer bottle.

“When’s your break?” He asked.

“I don’t do that. Just because we’ve had a nice conversation doesn’t mean I’ll –”

“[Y/N], calm down.” Jeffrey said, flashing his police badge. “I just want to talk, that’s all.”

“What’s going on? Who are you?” you asked.

“I need your help. You’re new here so I know you won’t stay loyal to Colin, but we have to talk privately.”

“How did you know my boss’s name is Colin?” You asked.

“Can we talk outside?”

You slowly nodded, motioning to your coworker that you were going to take your lunch. On the way out, you grabbed your coat and walked out of the strip club with Jeffrey behind you.

He led you to his car that was parked across the street, giving them both the privacy they needed. You didn’t know why you followed him, why you even listened to him, but there was something about Jeffrey that was so genuine.

You knew that he wasn’t lying and whatever he was about to tell you would change the way you would look at Colin.

“I need you to get some information on Colin,” Jeffrey said.

“What do you mean information?”

“Files, notebooks, receipts, anything. Do you ever go into his office?”

You shook your head.

“I need you to try and sneak in then. We’ve been monitoring him for almost a year now. I think he’s an accessory to a murder and he’s also dealing with drugs.”

“I’m going to quit. Oh my god. I’m going to fucking quit,” you said.

Jeffrey shook his head. “No, no, no. You can’t, [Y/N]. I need you to do this, okay?”

“What if I get in the crossfire of things?!”

“You won’t because I’ll be there.”

“How will you be there if I’m supposed to be your link to figuring all of this out, Jeffrey?!”

“We’re going to have you go in there with a wire and a camera. Do you wear glasses?”

You nodded, “On occasion, yes.”

“Great. We’re going to attach a microscopic camera to your glasses. We will see everything you see and we will hear everything you hear. The second this plan goes south, we will bust in guns ablaze.”

“I don’t even know you! What makes you think I’ll do it?”

“Because I know you’re struggling with school. I know you have a brother who’s sick back home. I know that this job is the only thing keeping you going with financial stability, but I also know that you hate coming into work because of Colin. I have a few of my guys undercover and they always tell me that Colin pay close attention to you especially,” Jeffrey explained.

“You looked me up? Was our entire conversation back in the bar set up?” you asked, slightly shocked.

“At first, yes, it was, okay? Then I started talking to you and it was nice. I enjoyed it.”

“We barely talked for a good hour, Jeffrey.”

“Yeah, well, if you fucking know me, you’d know that it’s hard for a woman to get my attention. But that’s beside the point.”

You sighed. You really did feel uncomfortable around Colin. The other girls always told you that he acted that way with newcomers, but it didn’t give him the right to ogle you as if you were a piece of meat.

“You said you’re going to make sure I don’t get caught?” you asked.

Jeffrey nodded, “I’ll make sure you’ll be okay, [Y/N].”

“You’re asking quite a lot for someone you just met.”

“You’re my only hope. If I had another way to resolve this, I would, but I don’t. You have my word. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I fucking promise.”

You felt an odd sensation of comfort. There was no way you were actually trusting him, right? Maybe you were, but only because he was a police officer.

“… Okay, Jeffrey.”

His smile made you blush. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Here’s my number. Don’t hesitate to call me. About anything,” he said.

You nodded, motioning back to the strip club. “I better get going. I’ll talk to you later, Jeffrey.”

--

The following day, Jeffrey texted you that you would have to talk to Colin. So, when you stopped by the police station to have the mic and camera set up to your glasses, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Jeffrey noticed.

“You’re going to be okay. We’ll be right across the street.” He said, adjusting your glasses onto the bridge of her nose.

You scrunched your nose, looking up at him. He was in your personal space and you couldn’t help but let your eyes deviate to his chest hair that was peeking past his shirt. Oh, and he smelled good. You could have stood there all day, reveling in the close proximity.

“You’re set,” Jeffrey said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh … Okay.”

Jeffrey stared into your eyes for a moment, smiling to himself. He knew this was going to go as smoothly as possible.

“Maybe after all of this… We can have a cup of coffee or something,” he suggested.

You smiled, “Is that your way of asking me out?”

“So what if it is?”

“If it is, then I’d like that very much.”

Jeffrey grinned.

There go those fucking dimples again.

“Great. Now, let’s get this over with.”

An hour later and you were fidgeting in the seat across Colin’s desk. Despite your attire, he made it apparent that he was allowing his eyes to rake every inch of your body. It was highly uncomfortable.

Before you could talk, he excused himself at the sound of a knock. You looked over your shoulder to look at the other man who entered the room. You cleared your throat. You were really hoping that Jeffrey and the rest of his crew were seeing what you were seeing.

“I’ll be right back, love. Don’t go anywhere,” Colin said, winking.

You nodded. When the door shut, you immediately began rummaging through the drawers of his desk. You had to work quick.

Until you found a bag of cocaine stuffed at the last drawer.

“I hope you’re fucking seeing this, Jeffrey.”

When you heard footsteps approaching, you immediately walked back to your seat. You needed to act normal.

After a very awkward conversation with Colin, you exited the strip club. You walked to your car and sighed, rubbing your eyes as you removed your glasses.

“I better get something in return,” you mumbled under your breath, forgetting about the mic and camera that was set up with your glasses.

Jeffrey listened intently with an arched brow.

“He’s hot, but he’s way out of your league. Plus, he’s a bit old,” you told herself, trying to reason with your raging thoughts about Jeffrey.

Jeffrey grinned, deciding to dial her number.

You flinched at the abrupt noise before it finally sunk in.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Hesitantly answering your phone, you bit your lower lip at the sound of Jeffrey’s voice.

“Good work,” he said.

In a rush, you replied, “You heard everything I said, didn’t you?”

Jeffrey glanced around, making sure no one would hear him.

“I’m not old,” he mumbled, “And I can definitely show you a better time than half the guys my age.”

You cleared your throat. Oh. You were definitely feeling aroused now.

“I guess you’ll have to prove that,” you smiled, looking directly into the camera and winking.

--

Later that night, you were dressed in a skimpy red, lace, two-piece lingerie. Colin told you that you were the only one allowed to wear lingerie, simply because it made you look more innocent than you already did.

You were moving your hips along the beat of the song before your eyes caught Jeffrey walking into the club. You bit your lower lip, locking eyes with him as the movement of your hips became more defined and pointed.

You watched him walk to the bar, whispering something into the ear of the bartender. Moments later, Colin appeared from the backroom and began talking with Jeffrey. It seemed like a civil conversation.

Instantly, Colin motioned for you to get off stage. You did as he asked, walking towards the bar. You innocently stood next to Jeffrey, glancing up at him before your eyes settled on her boss.

“This man here has requested for a private show,” Colin said.

“Oh… I haven’t done a private show yet, Colin,” you replied.

Colin immediately shook his head. “What better time to learn than now? Am I right?” He laughed, slapping Jeffrey on the back.

Jeffrey forced a smile, looking down at you.

“Okay… Follow me this way.” you said, walking away from the bar as you led Jeffrey to one of the private rooms. You could tell that his eyes were deviating.

“You’re really beautiful,” he mumbled.

You looked over your shoulder at him, shutting the door once you were both inside.

“Thanks. Now, why are you really here?”

Jeffrey took a seat, glancing around the spacious room. There was a pole at the corner of this room and a small stage in front of him. It was definitely a place to entertain its guest.

“I wanted to see you,” he said.

“And you couldn’t text me to do that?”

“I may have taken what you said to offense. I’m not old,” Jeffrey repeated.

You giggled, “That’s why you came back here?”

“Amongst other things. I was kind of hoping you would be working at the bar.”

“Not many men would say something like that when they’ve got a woman dressed like this right in front of him.”

“I’m not most men, I guess. You gonna show me why you got promoted?” Jeffrey teased.

“Oh, you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

Jeffrey smiled, “We’re going to arrest him tomorrow. Good job, [Y/N].”

You bit your lower lip, absently squeezing your legs at the way your name escaped his lips.

“I’m glad to have helped.”

Jeffrey stood up, beginning to walk to the door to leave before he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He turned around, looking down at you.

“I’m not paying you to dance for me,” he said.

“Don’t. I want to do this. I’d rather you be my first,” you mumbled.

“And hopefully your last private show,” he added.

You smiled. “Why? Do you get jealous?”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I get fucking jealous, all right. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded without hesitation.

“Hell yes,” she replied. “Now, take a seat.”

Jeffrey cleared his throat, nodding. He sat at the couch, watching you carefully. He allowed his eyes to deviate to your backside once you stepped onto the small stage. He looked up at you, biting his lower lip as the music began to play.

She’s my cherry pie

Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good makes a grown man cry

Sweet Cherry pie

Every step you took went with the beat of the song and suddenly, you gained the confidence you never knew you had. You slowly rolled her hips, walking towards the pole. You looked over your shoulder at him, flashing a small smile.

When you wrapped a leg around the pole and tilted your head back, Jeffrey immediately felt all blood rush south. He was trying to be a gentleman and just enjoy the show, but he had a feeling this was solely meant for him.

Swingin’ on the front porch

Swingin’ on the lawn

Swingin’ where we want

‘Cause there ain’t nobody home

You began dancing against the pole, grasping it tightly as you lifted yourself from the floor. Your legs wrapped around it, your eyes solely focused on Jeffrey. When you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, you allowed yourself to display your flexibility by going into a split.

“Oh fuck, you’re flexible. Wow. Okay,” he mumbled.

You giggled. You stood from the floor and walked towards him, your hips swaying to the beat.

Slowly, you straddled his lap and gasped instantly at the feel of his bulge pressing against your almost instantly. In response, you applied pressure by sitting further onto his lap and slowly rolling your hips according to the song.

You placed your hands at the back of the couch, rolling your hips to create friction. You whimpered at the feel of him brushing against you and you pulled back to bring a hand to the clasp of your bra.

Jeffrey didn’t know how long he could last without flipping your positions and taking control. This was your time, though, and he was going to give it to you.

When the bra loosened around your frame, Jeffrey waited for you to pull it from her body. He groaned when he realized you were teasing him.

“I’m going to rip it from you,” he growled.

You grinned, “Do it and you buy me a new one.”

Jeffrey arched a brow, tugging it from your body and tossing it aside.

“We’ll get one for every color,” he added.

You surprisingly didn’t feel self-conscious about your breasts. He stared at you with such admiration that it was hard to believe they met just yesterday.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You grabbed his hands, placing them at your hips as you continued to move against him.

She’s my cherry pie

Cool drink of water

Such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good

Make a grown man cry

“I can’t take it. Can I touch you?” Jeffrey asked.

You arched a brow before standing from his lap. You turned your back to him, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. You looked over your shoulder and noticed that his eyes were focused solely on your backside, only occasionally looking up at you.

Slowly, you lowered your panties until it hit the floor.

You heard him grown, following the shuffling of his belt hitting the ground.

You turned around to look at him, his shirt undone and his pants around his ankles.

“What are you doing?” You asked, biting your lower lip at the evident tent.

“Making it easier for you to feel me,” he grinned.

Jeffrey tugged on your hand, pulling you back onto his lap. You gasped. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing but make you want him more. You were sure that he could feel your heat radiating through him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked over the music.

You smiled, leaning in to press your lips against his.

You thought you would never meet someone who was excellent at kissing, until him. His beard gently scratched you, but the way his lips moved against yours with such care made you whimper.

He was taking his time despite the raging erection he was experiencing. You knew. You knew if you had him, you weren’t going to get enough.

You were going to want more.

Slowly, you felt him lift you only slightly and you pulled away to look down at where his hand was. He was removing himself from his boxers. When you finally got a good look at his manhood, you gasped.

No one you slept with had ever gotten close to being as big as him.

“What did you say about me being old?” Jeffrey smirked, running the tip over the length of your sex.

“If men your age are like this, I’m looking in the wrong places,” you teased.

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, pushing his tip into your soaking, tight heat. You groaned, gripping his shoulders.

“I’m going to leave you so sore,” he promised.

You grinned, leaning in to nip at his lower lip before you pulled away.

“Give me your best shot.”

She’s my cherry pie

Cool drink of water

Such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good

Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie oh yeah

She’s my cherry pie

Suddenly, Jeffrey slammed up into you, causing your nails to dig into his shoulders. If it weren’t for his shirt, you were sure that you would have drawn blood at the tight grip.

“Fuck,” Jeffrey whispered, slowly lowering you further down onto his member. When you felt the rest of him enter your depths, you had to remain still. It was going to take a while to adjust.

Your arms move to wrap around his shoulders instead, your legs spread open for him to move. You let your feet rest at either side of him on the couch, glancing down to watch as he began to move his hips.

“Oh my god, Jeffrey…” you moaned, throwing your head back. He felt so good inside of you.

Jeffrey’s grunts were quieted over the loud music, but you heard it. His deep, gravelly growl made you slam yourself down onto him, causing him to grunt. He was in deep and you couldn’t believe it.

It felt so good.

He picked you up, setting you onto your back as his hips began moving at a fast pace. You could feel the couch hit the wall with each hard thrust he took. He wasn’t showing any mercy and you were thankful. You always wanted a dominant man in bed.

His hand moved to cover your breasts, fondling them as his hips moved effortlessly against you. You were soaking wet and it allowed him to move easier within your tight walls.

He was hooked. The minute he laid eyes on you, Jeffrey knew that you were going to be his.

“Jeffrey…” You moaned.

He grinned down at you, leaning down to place his lips against the crook of your neck. He knew you loved his facial hair. Since talking to you last night, he would watch your eyes deviate to the facial hair he had and from the loud moan that escaped your lips just now, he was right.

“Oh my god!” You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer than before.

His hips move on its own, watching as your face contort into pleasure. Your eyes had fallen shut and your mouth was left agape with the sounds of moans escaping your lips continuously.

“Fuck, baby…” He mumbled, moving his hands to your hips and gripping it tightly.

Jeffrey could tell you were close.

He began pistoning his hips into you without any sign of stopping. He was sure you were going to feel sore tomorrow morning.

The heels of your feet dig at his lower back, urging him to remain still once your walls contracted tightly around his member.

Jeffrey groaned, moving his hips slowly as he felt your body shake beneath him.

After a few moments, Jeffrey moved his hips once more. He needed to find release.

He looked down at you, watching as your eyes opened to look into his own. Jeffrey smiled, reaching down to cup your cheek as his hips move slowly against you to revel in your tight walls milking him to his own climax.

After a couple of thrusts, Jeffrey pulled out quickly. He grasped his member and stroked it quickly as he watched his release splatter onto your abdomen. He smiled tiredly, looking down at you as he reached for a nearby napkin to clean his seed off of your skin.

After last night, Jeffrey wanted to see you again.

After what just happened right now, Jeffrey made sure that this was going to occur again.

“You’re never doing this to another man again,” he grunted, lying next to you.

“I think I’m going to quit,” you said.

Jeffrey smiled, “Good.”

[superprincesspea]

The X Files Fics

Find the rest of my work on my Masterlist.

Neighbours

You find out you are pregnant. (X files, Mulder/You, Fluff, SDW, Drabble)

When In Rome

You time travel to ancient Rome with Mulder and things get heated fast. (X Files, Smut, Mulder, Reader Insert. NSFW)

The Red Velvet Inn

What happens at The Red Velvet Inn stays at The Red Velvet Inn. (NSFW, Threesome, You, Joe Merriweather, Fox Mulder)

[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

Favourite Fanfics Of February (little late I know but they’re all awesome, go check them out if you have time)

Never Say Never (Arthur Ketch x Reader) by @wayward-mirage

You Should Know Better (Joe Merriweather x OFC) by @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff

Between Your Thighs (Ivar x Reader) by @whenimaunicorn

Truth Or Dare (Arat, Negan x Reader) by @neganscatleesi

You Don’t Have To Be Lonely Anymore (Negan x Olivia) by @ashzombie13

Impatient (Cain x Reader) by @icecream-and-gadreel

A Lesson In International Etiquette (Arthur Ketch x Reader) by @imagines-oneshots-blog

Whips And Chains (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) by @uncomfortable-writers

Twisted Desire (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) by @neganscatleesi

Watch Me Drown (Ivar x Rader) by @whenimaunicorn

Witchy Woman (John Winchester x Reader) by @winchesterswoonathon

Take Me Away (Joker x Reader) by @dangerousimagines

[crzcorgi]

Negan x Number 6

Number 6 - The reader’s life as one of Negan’s wives. The first fic in the series. 

Just a Little Shower Fun - The reader enjoys her time with Negan. Next in the series.

Dreams - The reader finds out a secret of Negan’s. Third in the Number 6 series.

Perfect - The reader learns to accept her differences with the help of Negan. Just a side fic of Number 6.

Rub a Dub Dub - Fun With Negan in a Tub - The reader enjoys bathtime. Fourth in the Number 6 series.

Home - The reader realizes where she belongs.Fifth in the Number 6 series.

Snow Day - The reader enjoys a rare snowstorm with Negan. A side story with Number 6.

A Christmas Miracle part one - Number 6 receives a Christmas miracle with Negan’s help. 

A Christmas Miracle part two -   A little festive fun with Negan 

A Christmas Miracle part three - Negan celebrates with Number 6 a little early 

A Christmas Miracle part four - Enjoying your presents with Negan

Wife, Singular (ACM part five) - Big changes are coming

six minus five is One - Negan and Number 6 celebrate the big change

Being Number 1 isn’t Easy-  Number 6 and Negan’s new life has a rocky start

Box of Memories - Number 6 has a confrontation with the former wives

bad day ~ bad place -  Number 6 is in a bad mindset, Negan tries his best to help. WARNING -  triggers including self harm

Crazy Girl ~ Crazy Life ~ Number 6 reveals a bit of her past to Negan. ~triggers child abuse

Negan’s One and Only -  A bit of fun times with Negan and his only wife

Giving Her All ~ Number 6 takes care of Negan in a wonderful way

Reluctant Seductress ~ Number 6 uses her natural talents to sway Negan

Finding Lucille ~ A glimpse into when Negan x Number 6 first met

My Guy, My Girl ~  Negan and his wife enjoy their time together

She Deserves Better ~ Negan x Number 6 early in their relationship

Soulmate ~  Sweet & smutty times with the couple

She Will Be Safe ~ The Sanctuary is compromised and everything changes

Take Us Home ~ Negan finds his girl

All of the above fics except Snow Day and A Christmas Miracle part one are NSFW

Much more under the cut

Goddamn, I fucking love that girl series -

Shorter side fics of life with Negan x Number 6 (reader) from Negan’s POV

This series just contains Negan language and is a bit suggestive. Basically SFW

Dancer

Tiny Surprise

Comfort

Love

Safe-Keeper

The Bet

Dandelion

Butterflies

Misunderstood

Understood (second part to Misunderstood)

You and Me

Nightmare

Misc. Negan fics

Negan’s Five Senses - Negan’s love of women enjoyed with all five senses. A stand alone fic. (nsfw. My first fic! I’m kind of proud of it!)

Broken Angel ~ (fluff, angst, possible triggers. Just sad)

She is Mine ~ an anon request. An A/B/O Negan X Reader fic

Little Lost Soul Series

Negan comes upon a new Sanctuary residence and needs to know more about her. Negan x Reader. Reader is selectively mute. Will eventually be NSFW

Little Lost Soul - Negan meets Y/N.

A Sign of Thanks - Negan tries to get to know Y/N.

Birds of a Feather - Negan finds Y/N’s hiding place

Beautiful Whisper ~ Y/N speaks to Negan

You Don’t Own Her ~ Negan meets someone from Y/N’s not so distance past

And I know you  won’t let me down ~  Negan realizes how much y/n means to him

Payback ~ Negan takes care of those that hurt y/n

Only One ~ Negan tries to comfort y/n

Bees Sting Series

Negan’s newest wife is not what he’s used to. Negan x Y/N (is reader insert but has nickname of Bee) Y/N has mental health illness.

Bees Sting - Negan comforts his wife Bee.

Let it Bee - Negan confronts his wives and returns something special to Bee

Honey Bee - Negan & Bee enjoy some time together

Busy Bee ~ Negan & Bee have an enjoyable time together

Bee (un)Lucky ~ Negan encounters an embarrassing situation with Bee

Negan Smut Week fics

These are all NSFW

Birthday Surprise -  Negan x reader (Number 6)- Number 6 has a surprise for Negan’s birthday

Birthday De-light - Negan x reader (Number 6) - Celebrating Negan’s birthday, Negan’s way

One of a Kind -  Negan x reader (NOT Number 6) - Going on a run turns out to be not such a bad thing

Little Bird - Negan x reader (Number 6) - Number 6 has a bad day and Negan helps her forget

Tattoo -  Negan x reader (AU) Reader applies at Negan’s tattoo shop and gets a bit more than she planned. Part of a new AU series (Keep Calm and Love)

For @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2k Negan Writing Challenge!

Lemonade - Making lemonade with Negan (Number 6) -NSFW

For @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash  Round 3 Negan Challenge.

Time Changes Everything ~ Long ago, Negan lost something very important. Will he get it back?

Savior Needed ~ Negan’s top Savior disappears

Savior Needed part two

For flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s birthday Negan challenge

She’s Got Claws ~part one

She’s Got Claws ~ part two

Words with Friends... with benefits

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Letters from Negan

personalized letters from Negan ~ Some are NSFW

 Requests

 NSFW

For laymetorest77 - Negan x reader

For Michele - Negan x Michele

For Michele part 2 - Negan x Michele

For Michele part 3 - Negan x Michele

For Maggie ~  Negan x Maggie

For Tig ~ Negan x Tig

For Kira ~ Negan x Kira

A Missus for Christmas ~ Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Mallory ~ NSFW

White Christmas ~ John Winchester x Jessica ~ NSFW

All I Want For Christmas ~ Negan x Vanja

Home For Christmas ~ Max x Victoria

Christmas Past ~ Negan x SisterCherie

Home ~ Joe Merriweather x Jen

Negan’s Rose ~ a Negan x Delilah-Rose cgl fanfiction

part one, part two

Falling for You ~ Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Alyssa

One Fateful Night ~  Negan x Reader, Jason Crouse x Reader, John Winchester x Reader

part one

part two  ~ NSFW

a request from @prettyepiic

John Winchester fics

Clueless ~ John x Alicja - NSFW

Can’t Lose You ~ John x Reader - NSFW

John’s Equal -  John x Reader - SFW

Reluctant Partners ~  A New series featuring John x Reader

Time to Move On ~ John x Hunter Reader ~ part one part two

Out of the Flames ~ What happens when the Winchesters’ world goes up in flames? Was it really as perfect as it seemed?

Changes ~ What happens when a stay at an ordinary motel turns extraordinary? part one   part two 

RPF ~ Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x  Norman Reedus

A Dream Come True ~ A multi-chapter rpf

Chapter 1 ~ The reader falls for Jeffrey and meets Norman

Chapter 2 ~ The reader spends a wonderful evening with Jeffrey & Norman

Chapter 3 ~ The reader is in heaven with her 2 favorite men

Chapter 4 ~  The reader spends some quality time with Jeffrey

Chapter 5 ~  The reader has more fun times with both men

Chapter 6 ~ More time with just Jeffrey

Chapter 7 ~ Jeffrey presents the reader with a proposition

More to come!

Love on Board ~ 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Jon Bernthal

On a cruise for Walking Dead fans, the reader encounters the men of her dreams

Neighbors

a new series featuring Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Next Door Neighbor Reader

Want to be tagged in anything? Please let me know!

[ohmyneganimagination-twd-blog]

Your Past, My Present, Our Future

Hello, everyone ! So, here I’m with a new fanfic. I wanted to do something different, and this idea just popped in my mind. As you can see, it’s not about Negan but Joe Merriweather, a jdm’s character I really love. It’s my first ff out off twd so, don’t hesitate to give me your opinion and advices !

(Here is the link to my masterlist !)

Summary : “I'll always be there with you. You know that, don’t you ? That's what people say before they leave suddenly”.

Ships : Joe Merriweather x Female! Reader

Words : 1499

Warnings : Curses

Parts : 1/?

Tag : @itsneganslucille - @heartfulloffandoms - @negans-network - @backseat-negan - @autumnjade22

Enjoy !

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“Where is he ?” “I don’t know. The last time I got him on the phone, he told me he was on the way”. The blonde woman turned to you, clasping her hands around her cup of coffee.

“Maybe he's stuck in traffic jams”. “Katherine. He can’t be blocked for three hours”, you replied, annoyed. She shrugged. You sighed, massaging your forehead to calm the horrible migraine that you had for an hour. You needed him for the complicated investigation into which you had been plunging for a few days. A brown woman named Sarah Jones, was killed not far from a nightclub among so many others in Atlanta. Being drunk, she separated from her friends and strolled through the streets, lost. The poor woman was found the next morning the gaping throat, her body lying on the floor near the garbage. No clue. No witnesses. Not even a DNA trace. Nothing. This killer was a perfectionist. It was already a point. Unfortunately, the crime scene was so thoroughly cleaned and the plan elaborated, that it had blocked them from the beginning of the investigation. Joe was your longtime friend, and you knew he had a much richer experience than you. But you were worried. Usually he was always on time. In the morning he had breakfast and helped his son prepare for school. Immediately afterwards, he was on his way to the police station. In recent days, Joe was often not there. He left work prematurely and always left quickly. You asked him several times if something was going on, if you could help him by doing anything. But he always answered you negatively, making sure everything was fine. Your chair turning from left to right, you drank a few sips of your tepid coffee, eyes in the void, lost in your thoughts. Until a voice came out. “Sorry for the delay”. This grave voice rang in your ears. You put your cup on the desk and got up straight, finally seeing your old friend coming into the room. With hair in battle and large pockets under his eyes, Joe took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair. “Agent Merriweather. We were waiting for you”, Katherine replied, who put down her cup in her turn. “Sorry, I had.. I had some things to do”, he whispered before turning to the black lockers to get the documents out. “Joe, it's been a couple of days that you’re doing this”. The man didn’t answer you, but simply removed the files, putting his glasses back on his nose when he placed them on the wooden table. You gave an annoyed sigh.

“Joe, I'm talking to you”. "Katherine, could you bring me a cup of coffee ? I didn’t have time to drink this morning”, he justified himself as your associate nodded and left the room. Joe continued to search for many documents, ignoring your heavy gaze on his back. Agaced that he ignored you and continued to ignore you, you tapped your foot on the ground, your arms crossed against your chest. “There's no point in ignoring me. Y’know very well that I’ll not let you go”, you threw dryly. “I know, I know”, Joe retorted, who seemed pleased when he found what he was looking for. You sighed before clenching your teeth and pulling the papers out of his hands, holding them up under his stunned eyes. “Fuck, Joe ! Stop two seconds and listen to me !” “No time. Give me that”, Joe ordered as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched toward you. You raised them higher, holding them out of his reach. “You listen to me first”. “(Y/N), we have no time. Give me this right now, "the man threatened, weighing the last word. Not at all impressed by his so-called threat, you shook your head from left to right, severe expression on your face. He sighed and lowered his head, his hands on his hips. “Fuck (Y/N). Why are you so stubborn ?” He exclaimed strongly, calming himself immediately afterwards to gather under your eyes shocked by such an outburst. “We have a case to deal with. I really don’t have time-” "We have the time that Katherine is taking to bring you a coffee”, you suddenly cut him off, still a little moved. Joe gave you an incredulous look and blowed. He withdrew his glasses and passed his hands over his tired face, walking in circles as he rubbed it. He finally looked up at you, no emotion transmitted through them. You swallowed under this indifferent gaze, seeing him clean the glass of his glasses with a piece of his shirt. “You won”, he said with a calm voice. “So-Sorry ?” You stammered, frowning. He put the glasses back on his nose and passed a hand through his disheveled black hair, trying to comb it. “I invite you to the restaurant tonight. After work, we’ll pass by my home and we’ll go directly there”. “What ? Wait, Joe. I didn’t ask you to take me to the restaurant”, you laughed nervously.

"I know what you want. And you'll have it over there”, Joe replied softly by slacking down on his chair “But.. But what about Kevin and Laura ?” “They’re not here. Laura and Kevin went to her mother's house for.. a little while”, he murmured, his face darkening for a moment. “Joe, don’t tell me that-” But you were interrupted by Katherine, who went into the room, a smoking cup in her hand, the other holding a bag of bakery. She placed it before the agent, who advanced to take it. “Thank you, Katherine. Can I.. ?” He said, leaning over to the white sachet, hesitating, asking her permission by with eyes. “Serve yourself. That's why I went to the bakery”, the young woman sighed, incredulous at this request. “That's why you took so long”, Joe said, smiling. He took the sachet and opened it to look inside. He opened his eyes slightly, apparently pleased with what she had taken. He took out two fresh bages, one with chocolate and the other with strawberry. “Do you want one ?” “No thanks. I'm not hungry”. Your belly began to scold, contradicting what you had just said. The red rose to your cheeks, and you finally accepted his offer, ignoring his smirk when you approached him, still embarrassed. “Strawberry or chocolate ?” “Chocolate”. “I was sure”, he said, handing the bagel surrounded by chocolate and nuggets. You didn’t stop a smile slightly deforming your lips, the bagel now in the palm of your hand. You saw Joe put himself more comfortably in his chair, drinking a sip of his coffee before crunching a piece of his pastry. Katherine sat down in front of him, and began to take out the various cards of the flip-flops, spreading on the table the pictures of the crime scene and the victim before and after her murder. Standing to eat your donut, you observed discreetly the man who enjoyed his breakfast while already making assumptions with his colleague. Always motionless at the place where the other had left you, your thoughts moved in your mind, nervous and excited at the same time. This nervousness wasn’t foreign to you. For days, you were trying to understand his many repetitive absences, and you had tried more than once to talk about it, in vain. With this dinner, it was the perfect opportunity to know everything. But you couldn’t stop telling yourself that it wasn’t just that.

The fear of what he was going to tell you wasn’t the only cause. There was something else. Another thing also explaining your excitement felt, of which you didn’t understand the origin. And oddly, you had a bad feeling. Feverish, you carried your bagel near your mouth and bit a piece. You hardly swallowed, having now the ball in the belly. “(Y/N), are you okay ?” Katherine suddenly asked, causing you to jump on the spot. She looked worried, but having worked with her long enough, you knew she wasn’t going to show it. “Um, yes. Yes, I’m okay”, you assured with a smile that was convincing. “Why would not I be ?” “No, for nothing. Well, you finished eating ? We need you here”, she said, resting her gaze on Sarah Jones's personal information sheets. “Sorry. I'm coming”. You joined them, stuffing the last piece of the bagel into your mouth. You sat down next to Joe, who was examining a photo taken from the young woman's bloodless body, caressing the hair of his beard surrounding his chin. Before touching anything, you took a towel to clean your dirty fingers of melted chocolate, picking it around your mouth with your tongue. You’re worrying for nothing stupid woman”, you think to yourself. And with a strange conviction, you left the towel aside and joined Joe and Katherine, both of whom were already investing heavily, this inquiry more complicated than you had foreseen.

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Well, it’s not sooo good. But it’s the beginning and I promise you that it’ll be better for the next part. I hope you liked it and like I said above, don’t hesitate to tell me what you’re thinking about this ff. Thank you for reading and I hope I’ll see you for the next parts ! 💛😊