#and the nurses were like that's him lol good luck

[wildernessuntothemselves]

my last shift was so exhausting, literally back to back multiple traumas and arrests that we barely got any time to sit down and right before i was going to sleep for a bit we got another arrest

and then when i did go to sleep i was woken up an hour later at 5 am because the prosecutor wanted to take my statement because the dude who died was a judge or something and i was the one who wrote the death certificate

[reidrum]

all yours if you want me | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

a/n: i think i really like this but if i proofread it one more time im gonna hate it so im just putting it out now lol. this is the full version of the sneak peak i posted last week woohoo ! also this is my first time writing smut so im sorry if it sucks but i hope y'all like it <3

summary: bau's got their first day off in weeks, and you're heading straight to the club to have some fun, you just didn't expect your coworker/crush to also be there while you're trying to forget him.

cw: 18+ minors pls dni, smut, p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy), munch!spence, lowkey softdom!spence, suggestive dancing in public spaces, minor insecure reader, reader is afab and wears a dress and heels

wc: 4.6k

pls let me know if i forgot anything and let me know your thoughts pleaseee xx

it was the first friday night off you and any of the team members of the bau had in a long time, and you all were determined to spend it well. jj and hotch immediately went home to their families, penelope and emily decided they were going home to get some well needed rest, rossi went to a cigar club, not really sure what derek and spencer ended up doing, but you knew what you were doing tonight.

you’d had a long standing invitation from one of your college friends for a club night, and at first you’d decline because you’d get swept away on a case, and because you were hopelessly pining after your hot nerdy coworker dr. spencer reid.

spencer was smart in many ways, three PhDs, countless published papers, not to mention that eidetic memory of his. there was one thing that spencer was just fucking dumb at, and it was your shameless flirting at him.

like it annoyed you how clueless he was. you’d bring him coffee in the mornings with hearts drawn on it, fall asleep on his shoulder on the jet rides back, even complimenting his outfit or looks which made him flustered, but still nothing. your harbored crush seemed to stay just that, a crush. and while you’d hope he would get the hint he just hasn’t.

so you pull out your phone to text your friend. 

“barry’s at 9?”

“oh my god FINALLY. i’m there i'll pick you up at 8:30.”

you grin to yourself, this was good. you needed to get out and unwind for once.

you drive home quickly to hop in the shower before your friend comes to get you. throwing on a silk slip dress as your outfit of choice, you slipped your heels on and met your friend in the car.

walking into the club, you’re met with the thumping bass of the music playing and the staunch smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.

it made you think about the last time you got laid, which was a really long time ago. and honestly you wanted to sleep with spencer so bad you hadn’t been making advances elsewhere. but that was going to change tonight, you were determined to have good slutty fun, and hopefully get laid.

your friend grabbed your hand and beelined to the bar, ordering two tequila shots each. once you downed them you moved to the dance floor and started preying for a target. as you’re scanning the room, you notice a familiar looking mop of brown hair standing next to bald headed man. a combo you knew all too well.

-

derek morgan was a player. and before he’s a player, he’s a damn good friend. which was his reasoning for dragging spencer out of his apartment to come out to the club and have fun.

“but i can have fun at home by myself morgan.”

“kid, you need to let loose once in a while. you are young, i’m just helping you take advantage of it.”

-

so now spencer’s at the club (a sentence he still struggles to believe) wearing trousers and navy button down shirt to which morgan had popped the top buttons open because ‘it gives the ladies a sneak peek’. he just rolled his eyes and went with it. he’s nursing a shirley temple at the bar, perusing the environment when he comes across a pair of eyes he knows like the back of his hand.

when you recognize the amber eyes you couldn’t believe your luck. of course, on the one night you’d decided to explore other options he shows up in the least expected place for him to be. so much for getting over him, you think. shyly raising your hand to wave, spencer returns the gesture. morgan takes note, “who are you waving t- oh, pretty girl is here huh pretty boy?” he nudges him.

a blush raises on his face. spencer thought you were attractive, like really attractive. you were a great addition to the bau and he admired your work ethic a lot, the day you walked into the bullpen wearing a fitted pantsuit had his own pants growing real tight. he still remembers when you introduced yourself and he couldn’t even get up without exposing himself. you thankfully didn’t think it was weird, and spencer was relieved when it was finally time to go home. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have nights where he wished you were the one finishing him off and not his rough hands. he didn’t think you’d like someone like him, and took all of your ‘advances’ as morgan calls them, as acts of kindness.

morgan laughs as he watches spencer’s iq deteriorate to below 50 staring at you, “do you what you gotta do man. but you better be going home with someone tonight okay?”

spencer nods and nurses his drink a bit and looks back to morgan to realize he’s already off dancing with some girls in the corner. damn.

after your distanced encounter with spencer, you decide it’s time to move on and have some fun on your own. you couldn’t be hung up on him anymore, at least not tonight. tonight was for bad decisions.

good thing bad decision walked up to you asking to dance, whatshisname leads you to the dance floor and puts his hands on your hips, swaying to the beats of t-pain and pitbull.

you didn’t know, but spencer was watching every move you made. he watched you get led to the dance floor, the way he placed his hands right on your ass and squeezed, and how he turned you around so you were dancing on his front with your back. he gripped his glass so tight the bartender had to tell him he’d have to pay if it breaks.

he gets it, you’re attractive. this is the kind of thing that happens to people who look like you. who wouldn’t want you? but then he watched it happen a second time. and a third. and a fourth and fifth, till he just stopped counting at nine for his sanity.

spencer was not used to the green monster taking over him, but oh god was he fucking seething with jealousy.

you realized spencer was watching you by whatshisname number five. he hadn’t moved from his spot and he was constantly staring in your direction. deciding to do a little experiment, you played up your dancing a lot more, acting more flirtatious, dragging the guy’s hands further down, and letting out open mouthed moans that you knew spencer couldn’t hear but could definitely see. you watched as his jaw shifted and his knuckles turned white as you danced with each guy, realizing the growing effect that you now had on him.

by whatshisname number nine, you casted your hook. making sure to face spencer and meet his eyes, you watched as they darkened when he realized you were looking right at him. spencer might’ve brushed it off as a coincidence, but then you winked at him. and he realized what you were doing—you were taunting him, and fuck was it working for him. the bulge in his pants grew uncomfortable that he had to stand up to not draw so much attention to it under the bar lights. 

you watched him stand up and adjust himself and you threw your line. when he looked back up at you, you made a come here motion with your index finger and a bite of your lip. spencer’s eyes darkened impossibly more, he paid for his tab and strode over to you.

sinker.

he pulled you from the man behind you, who muttered a ‘what the fuck’ and moved away. spencer pulled you flush to his chest and with a low voice in the crest of your ear he whispered, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about dr. reid, could you explain it to me?”

spencer tightens his hold on you and ghosts over your ear once more, “this is a dangerous game you’re playing, sweetheart.”

“a game you joined the second you walked over here.”

he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and matched the small smirk on your lips. game on.

the song changed to something with a more sultry beat, and you used the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and let his hands guide your hips to the music. while he wasn’t much of a dancer, he could definitely keep a beat. it didn’t prove to be so difficult when your chest was pushing up on his own that he was just waiting for them to spill out. he realized he could feel your hardened nipples through your slip, the nubs rubbing friction through the fabric of their clothes. he moaned internally while he gripped your hips to pull you even closer. it was clear spencer seemed to be getting comfortable with moving your body and holding you close, but you couldn’t let that happen.

before the second chorus you turn around in his arms so your back is pressed up against his front, and you start dancing on him.

spencer’s taken by surprise, something you felt when his hands faltered the confident rhythm it kept up, and while he watched you dance just like this with all those guys it’s like his mind is blank now.

you recognize the song playing, collide by justine skye & tyga, and use the sultry beat to your advantage. you move your ass hard on his front, feeling his length pressed between your cheeks. you gesture for him to lean his head down and he lets out a low groan as you whisper in his ear, “all that for me?”.

a primal instinct starts to take over spencer’s being, and he grips your hips to meet his rutting from behind. spencer was desperate for any friction that could soothe the growing ache in his pants. you grinned as you felt take what he needed from you. it was quickly wiped off your face when you felt his hands inching dangerously close to where you really wanted him.  you place your hands on his with surprise and look at him, “what are you doing?”

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he threw back at you, “but if there’s something you’d like me to do, i’m all ears.” spencer grazes his fingers under the hem of your dress, toying with the lace band of your panties and slipping his fingers below it to stroke your inner thighs.

fuck. he turned it on you so fast it almost gave you whiplash. the provocative dancing was something you could handle, hell everyone on that dance floor was doing the same thing as you both. what you weren’t sure you could handle was him about to touch you in a public space. but, your body betrayed you as it turned you on to another plane. you look up at him with lust filled eyes and let out a breathy moan of his name. spencer collapses internally and stands his ground, “if you want something, beg me.”

spencer thinks he’s won the upper hand, and he’s feeling so smug behind you. he still thinks he has the upper hand until you reach down and place his middle and index finger in your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits.

“touch me.” you moan out, releasing his fingers.

spencer is dumbfounded how he’s the one about to burst out his pants when he made you beg for him. it should make him feel embarrassed at how close he was, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. not when you in his arms pleading him to do something. you sounded so pretty, and who was he to deny a pretty thing like you?

his fingers continue their journey down, outlining the lace trim resting on your thighs. he hooks his fingers on the fabric to pull it aside and slips into you, going at an aching pace to gather the wetness and groaning out, “jesus, you’re so wet, was this all for me? you needed my attention that bad, baby?”

you whimper and grip his hand even tighter because you’re not sure if your legs are holding out any longer. it’s all so overwhelming—having his hands down your panties in the middle of the dance floor, the lewdity of the noises in your ear, the hard length pressing desperately on your ass. this is all you’ve ever wanted from him, to want you. and now it’s happening, and your brain can’t fire the neurons fast enough to process the moment. instead your body responded with your skin heating up with anticipation, heart beating out as much adrenaline to keep up. the daze is getting foggier by the second as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the wetness and circling your clit on the way up. and you think you’re about to get accustomed to the pace he’s set, when he delves between your folds and you moan out loud so abruptly that the nearby patrons looked around wondering where it came from.

you can feel spencer’s shit eating grin behind you as he moves his head down to leave love bites on your neck. if he can feel your bluff dissipating, he’s not saying anything. his fingers set a painfully slow rhythm, and you grind down trying to get any more friction to reach your peak. he’s hitting you in all the right spots that make you see the stars and beyond, leaning your head back on his chest as you barrel towards your climax. you feel yourself mere seconds away from reaching, and spencer suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine out in protest, “wh- what are you doing?”

spencer grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the sweaty bodies surrounding you, tightening his grip with a small smirk as he passes a few of the guys you were dancing with earlier. suckers.

he pushes the doors open with a force and while the cool air is attempting to return your body to homeostasis, the anticipation of where he’s going overtakes you, “spence, where are we going wh-“ you cut off your sentence with a gasp as he handles you flush to the door of his car. then it’s just silence for a few moments. no loud bass or weird dudes, just the two of you. the only sound that can be heard are your breaths competing for prominence. you look up at him and focus on the details of his face illuminated by the moonlight, trying to read his expression. his honeyed eyes have fully darkened to a lustful hickory, and suddenly you felt like a gazelle being preyed on by a lion.

he reaches into his pocket and unlocks the car with a soft beep. it’s the focused eyes on you that drive you to open the door, but it’s the subtle silent nod of his head towards the car that makes you move inside waiting for him to join you. he climbs in after you, shutting the door and locking it.

spencer moves to the middle seat and allows his legs to spread open, he taps his thighs and faintly says, “come here.”

you shuffle closer and swing your legs over him, your dress rising up a little as you fully sit on his clothed crotch. and now you realize the corporeality of the moment. it’s like, really real now. all this time pining after the boy genius with no luck and now he’s got you in the backseat of his car and your panties crooked, waiting for you to move. the bravado you wore and so tightly held onto for a majority of the night comes crashing down like a shattered vase, and you’re not sure if you have any more in you to salvage the pieces. you may be a profiler, but try as you might you are not a mind reader, yet you so desperately want to know what he’s thinking. is it too much to ask what this means? will it overwhelm him to say you’ve dreamt about this moment for many nights, and how those dreams went on till the early morning when he’d stay and brush your hair back with a temple kiss. the whispers of sweet nothings sticking to you like honey as you got ready for the day. are these questions you even want to know the answer to?

you may not be a mind reader, but he is dr. spencer reid, who noticed your demeanor change after too long of a silence.

“hey,” he holds your chin delicately to your eyes, “it’s okay if you want to stop, i’m sorry for tak-“

it’s your turn to cut him off, “no! no i, i still want this, i just,” you falter.

“just what, baby?” he coos softly.

it makes tears well up in your eyes, you hope he can’t see them, “i’ve just wanted this for so long, and it’s probably embarrassing that i’m admitting this now of all times, but i don’t know if i can handle this meaning more to me than it does to you.” you confess quietly.

spencer listens to your admission and gingerly resecures his arm behind you, a position he thinks is starting to become second nature. he rubs soft shapes into the small of your back, “what makes you think that?”

“because i basically threw myself at you tonight, and it seems to be the first time you noticed me.” you say halfheartedly. 

“you think i don’t notice you?” he whispers, leaning in to leave soft kisses in the crook of your neck. spencer is dumbfounded, confused at how you reached such a conclusion. but as a man of science, he feels there’s only one way to prove himself. he breathes your name out, “can i show you how much i notice you? please?”

you nod, at least you could commit this moment to memory if it was all you’d have left of him. he presses his lips to yours for the first time that night, your breath faltering as he becomes more feverous with his attacks. slotting his tongue with yours, your hands move up to his silky hair to take purchase in. he lets out a groan as he pulls back from you, “i need to taste you.”

he guides your body to lean back on the center console, the only way his tall figure would be able to accommodate this position. your legs are still split on either side of his legs, using your hands to prop yourself up to watch his movements. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly slides them down, moaning at the way your slick causes resistance as he pulls them off your legs. wrapping his arms under your thighs to lift you up to face level, he places small kisses on your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. he places a final kiss on your center before licking a long stripe up to your clit. moaning out wantonly, he continues his ministrations and kitten licks all over you, circling back up to your clit after each round.

“spence..” you whine out. he moves his focus to your clit, circling and sucking till you’re squirming in his arms so much has to grip your thighs. your hands are fussing through his hair, gripping and pulling to find something to ground you. spencer then slips his fingers into your core for the second time tonight, and you lose it.

he’s pumping his fingers in and out, that all you can hear is the squelching noises of your cunt. adding another one, you’re unable to stay still anymore, as if you were before.

“oh my fuck, spencer. i’m gonna cu-, cum. please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you moan out filthy.

spencer unlatches his mouth for a moment, “come for me, baby.”

your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave breaking on the shore. it’s all consuming, leaving you shaking and breathless and he lifts his head from between your legs and you see his chin glistening with you in the moonlight. the sight itself is so pornographic, you can’t help but shuffle back onto his lap to crash your lips back to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. he tangles his hands in your hair as you move yours between you both, unzipping his trousers to palm him through his boxers.

he breakily moans in your ear as you slowly pull back the band to take him out. the sight takes you by surprise, you knew he was big, you felt it on your ass while you were dancing. but seeing how it compared to your hand had you bulging your eyes.

“you’re so big,” you whisper. how the hell was that fitting inside of you?

spencer the mind reader places his hand on top of yours as you lazily stroke him, “we’ll go slow, don’t worry.” he can’t help but feel his ego inflate to the skies, he can’t remember the last time he had someone look intimidated by him.

nodding faintly, you gather the spit in your mouth and let it fall between you both to land on the flushed pink tip. you spread it up and down his length, setting a slow pace that had him moaning expletives in your ear.

“oh-, ohhh, fuck baby. you’re so good at that holy shit,” he says trying to hold himself together. you give him a few more pumps before lifting your hips up to guide him inside you. you move his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly before spencer places his hands on your sides to stabilize you, and slowly sink you down onto him.

the second his tip pushes past your folds, you both moan out in harmony. placing your hands on his shoulders you leverage yourself to sink down further inch by inch, until your core is flush with the base of his thighs.

spencer is a man of many words, maybe too many. but right now the only word he can remember is your name as he watched you take his length whole inch by inch slowly losing any restraint he had left. the pressure his cock had inside of you was heavenly. you’d never felt so full, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay still as you adjusted above him.

when you bottom out spencer throws his head back against the seat, “oh that’s it, good girl,” you clenched around him. “you okay?”

you nod in response, ignoring the way the term of endearment sent flutters to your heart, and attempt an experimental rock of your hips, causing spencer’s head to whip up and meet your lust blown eyes with his own. he adjusts his hands on the sides of your thighs and starts helping you move up and down on his length, setting a brutally slow pace.

you rest your head and moan into the crook of his neck as he continues his movements, “spencer, please, more, i can take it.”

he still can’t believe what’s happening right now, all those days he spent thinking about you in the bullpen, at home, everywhere really, and here you were begging on top of him to fuck you good.

“you still think i don’t notice you?” he says into your ear, “i have dreamt about what you’d look like bouncing on my cock, and you are blowing any idea i had out of the water.”

you whimper as he continues, “and when i’m not thinking about ruining you, i am in awe at how you walk through life. you bring so much joy everywhere you go, it’s a blessing to be able to experience you.” he says through shaky breaths.

the praise goes straight to core, with some traveling to your heart again, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on before you unravel physically and emotionally.

his hands are guiding you up and down at a harder pace now, “so,” thrust. “you still think,” thrust, “i don’t notice you?” he thrusts into you once more and holds you down, making sure you’re looking directly at him, “it was never an option to brush past you, you are everything to me. i didn’t know how to show that without overwhelming you. i’m sorry.”

tears well up in your eyes again, spencer notices this time and presses a small kiss on your forehead. all your senses feel like they’re in overdrive, unable to comprehend anything right now. your skin feels like it’s on fire as he rolls your hips faster to meet his ruts.

“spence, i- i’m so close.” you whine desperately. 

he slips his hand between you both to rub your clit, “i know baby, i’ve got you. let go for me.”

his words were enough to break the dam, your second climax of the night hurling towards you. the white hot feeling overtook your whole body, shaking and clenching above him. your grip on him was threateningly vicious, probably leaving deep crescent marks in the nape of his shoulders. you wish the euphoria would last forever if it meant having spencer like this. as you came down from your high, the two of you were still moving together, slowly rocking your hips to meet each other. once you were grounded again, you pushed through the sensitivity in your core to rise up on his length, just barely leaving the tip in before you slid back down fast and hard, now focusing on spencer reaching his peak.

“oh jesus, fuck.” spencer moaned out brokenly.

“come on spence you can do it,” you taunted as you clenched down, “come inside me, make a mess of me please.” a rush of confidence flowed through as you whispered into his ear, and spencer held your hips to help you bounce faster on him.

spencer let out a loud groan as you felt the hot spurts coat your insides, he was leaving matching crescent marks on the sides of your hips as the ones on his shoulders, making sure all of him was left in you. feeling him soften inside, you remained on his lap with him sheathed in you. you both are breathing heavily, leaning back to hopefully give you both some relief from the sex filled air. looking around the car you realize that all the windows are fogged up and let out a tiny giggle.

“what’s so funny?” he looks up at you slightly amused and very out of breath.

“no it’s just, the windows are such a dead giveaway for what we just did in here.” 

“eh, i don’t really care what people think.”

“gasp, dr. reid wants to let the world know he has car sex with random girls?”

he leans in to bite your neck playfully, “random? did nothing i said during all that register for you?”

you yelp and attempt to play dumb, “actually i don’t remember a word, you might have to jog my memory. maybe even recreate the circumstances to help with cementing it. i read about situational memorization where certain scenarios are easily remembered when there’s a big event to anchor it to.”

he swears he could’ve melted on the spot at you explaining a concept you’d read about to him, “careful sweetheart, calling it a big event might inflate my ego a little too high.”

“i mean, i can tell it worked,” you tease as you feel him harden inside of you again, “so tell me genius, how many times does a scenario have to happen for me to remember the information?”

“i guess we’ll have to find out, don’t we?”

[ovaryacted]

TIME CRUNCH

PAIRING: DBF! Joel Miller x fem! reader || WC: 2.7k

SYNOPSIS: The Miller household is hosting a neighborhood barbecue for the 4th of July with your father on the grill. While you're there, you steal a couple of minutes to get much more than beer and cooked meat.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. [NO OUTBREAK] SMUT. Age gap implied (Joel is 36, Reader is 21+). Kissing. Oral & Fingering (f receiving). Panty stealing. Bathroom shenanigans. Beer drinking. Allusions to secret established relationship/messing around. Joel is down bad & calls reader several pet names. Descriptions of reader wearing a dress & mini skirt. No use of y/n.

A/N: Hi hi. I don't know how this happened, but it just did. The idea came to mind yesterday and I sat down and wrote the whole thing in one sitting lol. Anywho, it's just some fun silly smut with DBF! Joel being a simp cause I love him like that. I imagined HBO Joel specifically for this one so this is a win for Pedro Pascal fans. Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated! Not-beta'd cause I'm just real like that. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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The sun scorched the streets of Arlington, and the heat wave warning issued across the state of Texas did little to reflect the overwhelming weather. Coincidentally, it was the 4th of July, a seemingly exciting day for most patriotic Texans and Americans nationwide. You didn’t care much for the holiday, but it was a great excuse to enjoy the day off.

Your father had other plans. He hoped to use most of the weekend to crack open a cold one and fire up the grill. His good friend and neighbor offered to host a celebratory cookout at his place with mutual buddies tagging along, and with the newly available free time, you didn’t have any excuse to reject the offer. 

You found yourself in the backyard of the Miller’s residence, a home you’ve grown quite familiar with over the past few years, and especially since coming back from the college semester in Chicago. Initially, you had travel plans for the summer with friends, but your luck struck out when you landed an internship opportunity in Dallas, and your father was more than glad to welcome you back home.

It has been a busy summer for you since the beginning of June, and the prospect of a four-day weekend was too generous to pass up. You didn’t expect Joel Miller to be a face you saw regularly when returning to Texas, but you didn’t complain. Actually, you were much more content than you should be, and his close friendship with your dad only served as a better excuse to have him around more often.

Nursing a bottle of beer, you brought the lukewarm tip to your lips, sipping away at the tangy beverage as it washed down the thirst settling in your throat. You watched from afar as your dad was in his element, operating the grill like a soldier would his post. He flipped the burgers and poked at the hotdogs with ease, the black smoke surrounding him as he continued to cook.

“Meat’s looking nice.” You told him affirmingly with a smile and a hand on his shoulder, passing him a fresh bottle of beer.

“Nothing I haven’t done before.” He said, graciously accepting the bottle and taking a drink, sucking his teeth at the bitter taste. Miller Lite, it wasn’t his preferred Budweiser, but it will do the job. “Sun’s beating down on my back, though. Not easy to grill in this heat.”

“You’re handling it well, bearing the burden for all of us.” He laughed at that, gently kissing the top of your head in paternal affection.

From your peripheral, you observed Joel coming into his driveway, returning from a pitstop at the grocery store for extra hot dog buns and more beer. His younger brother Tommy strode ahead, carrying the buns in one arm and a bag filled with chips and salsa in the other. Behind him, Joel carried a large box of beer in his grasp, your sight trailing down his forearms to peek at the veins that protruded his skin.

His long legs sauntered over to the coolers near the tables, decorated in red, white, and blue embellishments. Sarah Miller came scampering towards her father, dragging Tommy along to reiterate a joke he had mentioned, playfully teasing her uncle. The next time Joel raised his head, his brown eyes landed on you, prolonging his gaze for a second more and giving you a charming grin before you looked away.

By 2 pm, other residents in the neighborhood and long-time friends of the Miller household flooded through the backyard, busying themselves with eating your dad’s cooking and drinking more alcohol. Some of Sarah’s friends had stopped by, engaging in the girlhood tradition of exchanging gossip or whatever the young kids spoke about in this day and age.

Every few minutes, you’d glance over to Joel to see what he was doing. Whether he was refilling the cooler, jesting with his brother, setting up the stereo, or even reminiscing with your dad, your eyes followed him wherever he went. As elegantly as possible, you approached the pair, politely stopping your dad’s conversation with his friend.

“Going to the bathroom. I’ll be back, Dad.” You told him, darting to Joel and meeting his eyes again before turning your back and walking towards the kitchen.

Stepping through the yard door to reach the stairs, you quickly trekked up to the bathroom down the hall and locked the door. Freshening yourself up in the room, you glimpsed at your reflection to fix the cleavage of your dress, making your breasts more prominent. A minute goes by, and you find yourself waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

At the three-minute mark, you hear a knock at the door, two firm taps followed by three smaller ones. Before opening it, you hid behind the door, allowing Joel’s broad figure to enter the gap and step inside. The click of the lock broke the tense silence in the room, and your lower back was pinned against the edge of the bathroom sink with Joel’s rough hands on your hips.

“Took you long enough. Thought you wouldn’t come up.” You muttered to him, his lips quickly leaving a trail of kisses over the side of your neck and shoulder.

“Sorry darlin’, your dad wanted to have a chat,” Joel said hastily, his mouth occupied with tasting the skin of your collarbone as your hand rubbed the hair on his nape. “Been thinkin’ about you since the other night.”

You beamed at Joel’s comment, the genuine tone of his voice brought comfort after hearing his confession. You didn’t know how this “relationship” with Joel happened if you were willing to call it a relationship to begin with. He wasn’t supposed to be this close to you, to know you so intimately, but the way you’ve inhabited his mind since returning to Texas was almost too much to bear.

He drove you home one late night from a club downtown, not wanting to bother calling your dad or worrying about taking an Uber alone. Ever the gentleman, he kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel, trying his hardest not to skim at your bare thighs when your mini skirt shifted higher up your leg.

You thanked him with a drunk kiss on the cheek, drawing away only to have his thumb caress your chin, luring you forward to mesh your lips against his own. The memories of that night were fuzzy, but what you remembered most was the feel of his hand curling around your neck and his cock thrusting in and out of your cunt, molding you to the length of him until you ached and woke up in his bed the next morning.

That happened a month ago. It was meant to be a one-time thing, an accident after too many tequila shots at the bar. But the convenience of having a capable man like Joel across the street was something you wouldn’t find back on campus. It couldn’t be so wrong to fuck your father’s best friend, not when it felt like reaching a high every time he made you cum.

“If you don’t say anything, I won’t either, and your old man never needs to find out. This stays between us.”

He told you that after the second time you “accidentally” slept with him, and since then, you have been around Joel whenever your father wasn’t paying attention. Having to dodge your dad along with Tommy and Sarah on Joel’s end wasn’t easy, but it was doable. You’d usually meet him late at night when you were free, opting to have fun in the backseat of his truck. When you both had the luxury of time, you’d spend the day at his house when Sarah was having sleepovers or when your dad was out of the house.

Any time you weren’t at work, or Joel wasn’t busy juggling his job and caring for Sarah, you spent it with him. So far, your summer has gone much better than you expected.

“You just saw me two days ago.” The smirk on Joel’s face was infectious, his signature dimples poking through as he feverishly kissed you again.

“Still not enough, and your dress ain’t helpin’ my case.”

“What’s wrong with my dress? Thought you liked it when I got dolled up for you.” The lightly colored sundress was a simple addition to your wardrobe, throwing it on for the barbecue. Despite the tame silhouette that hugged your figure, the low neckline sent all the blood in Joel’s body rushing south the minute he saw you on his front doorstep.

“Oh, I like it very much. It’s just a shame I can’t fuck you the way I want.” He pressed his hips into your lower stomach, the dark denim of his jeans doing nothing to conceal the bulge hidden underneath.

“How much time do you think we have before they send over the search party?” You asked him, gasping when you felt a soft nip behind your ear. 

“Five minutes, maybe eight. Your dad’s busy makin’ ribs, and everyone’s occupied downstairs for now.”

Joel maneuvered himself down to his knees, playing with the hem of your dress and raising it to your hips. His fingers grazed over the panties you wore, placing an affectionate kiss on your sensitive mound before tugging them down your smooth legs. He helped you step out of them, discreetly shoving the damp cotton into his back pocket to save for later. 

“You said we had five minutes.” Your breathless voice began to betray you, and you felt him grip your thigh with a large hand to set it over his shoulder.

“That’s all the time I need. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

That was the last thing he said before he licked a languid stripe over your pussy, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to stifle the mewl that threatened to spill out. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his dark tresses, keeping him in place as he feasted on you like a man starved. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You moaned under your breath, huffing out an exhale and tossing your head back in pleasure. He hummed in reply, spreading you wider and nuzzling his face deeper between your legs, the hair on his jaw scraping your inner thighs.

Joel quickly learned what you liked, how you wanted your pussy to be treated, whether it was by his hand, his tongue, or his dick. Precise circles on your clit, diligent sucks around the sensitive nub, and two thick fingers curling inside to hit the textured spot tucked in the very roof of your entrance. He paid attention to all the signs that would signal the best way to make your body convulse under his touch and excelled in doing so.

Nudging the bridge of his nose against your bundle of nerves, he tilted his head up to wrap his plush lips around it, pulling a suppressed whimper from you with a roll of his tongue. Your hazy eyes opened to watch Joel, maintaining his ravenous gaze and bucking your hips, greedily seeking more friction. 

“That’s right, baby. Take what you need.” He mumbled against your folds, increasing the flicks of his tongue and dipping two thick fingers deep inside you, bending them just right.

The warmth that simmered deep in your belly intensified, coursing through your veins and rushing to the center of your body. Your knuckles turned white from tightly gripping the edge of the porcelain sink, and your throat bobbed to stop yourself from crying out Joel’s name. You were so close, so fucking close, whining as you quickly reached your climax. He didn’t need a warning, already familiar with the cue of your walls clenching around him when you were about to spill over his hand.

Joel gave you a blunt suck and drove the tips of his fingers further inside with practiced precision, sending you tumbling over the edge. Your legs shook from the force of it, his hand on your thigh holding you steady as he coaxed you to ride the wave all the way through. With a gentle yank of his head, he parted from you, placing one last wet kiss on your oversensitive clit before standing up straight with a grunt.

The dopey smile plastered on your face said all that needed to be said, and Joel took it in with appreciative eyes. He brought the two digits that he used on you to his mouth, cleaning off the remnants of your slick without shame. If you two weren’t on a time crunch, you would be on your knees repaying the favor.

“You’re insane. You know that, right?” You expressed with a laugh.

“It ain’t my fault you taste better than the cool beer downstairs, sweetheart.” He kissed you then, the leftover taste of your arousal on his lips made your head fuzzy and your body pulse. “You should go back before your old man wonders where you went.”

He dropped the hem of your dress back down, smoothing out any creases while you adjusted the neckline and fixed up the rest of your flush appearance. The plan was simple: you walked out first, and Joel followed a few minutes later with some eloquent excuse to use for cover. Surprisingly, it usually worked without a hitch, you two had this down to a science after all.

“I’m still seeing you later tonight, right?” You almost didn’t want to ask him that, afraid you’d seem too eager for his attention. But he was always there with the reassuring answer you wanted to hear.

“Yeah, baby, you will. I’ll come by and grab you. Now go, I gotta take care of this.” Joel gestured to the obvious tent in his jeans, your hand reaching for it to caress him with your palm. The rumble of a groan vibrated through his chest, kissing him once more and moving to the door. He spanked your ass before you slipped out of his grasp, turning back to catch his cheeky expression and leaving him in the bathroom to tend to his own needs.

You strolled back into the backyard with a pep in your step and found your dad setting aside a fresh round of cooked hot dogs and burgers for the crowd. He drenched the ribs in a concoction reminiscent of barbecue sauce, closed the grill to leave them to cook, and saw you closing near him.

“You alright, hun? Got worried the beer hit you the wrong way for a second.” Your father’s eyes were full of concern, soothing him with a shake of your head. If only he knew where his best friend’s mouth had been a few minutes ago.

“Nah, the beer is just fine, promise. How about a bite to eat? I’m hungry.”

Munching away at your burger, Joel returned to the yard just as you expected, with no hard-on and more charcoal he was allegedly looking for in the garage. You eyed him as he spoke to Tommy, accepting a new beer bottle and taking an ample sip. He knew you were paying attention to him despite his face remaining neutral, but his eyes told you another story, something only meant for the two of you to understand.

A calm breeze swept through the backyard and up your legs through your dress, forcing you to remember that you were bare underneath the flowy material. The culprit had the evidence safely tucked in one of the drawers of his dresser, away from sight and probably already stained with his release.

You didn’t need to worry, you know you’ll get them back later tonight.

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[keerysfreckles]

omg i just rewatched mamma mia. what about luke as sam and the reader (child of apollo) as donna. like luke doesn’t turn to kronos but him and the reader break up so she disappears off the face of the earth (aka she runs off to greece). thalia’s tree somehow gets poisoned and the oracle sends luke, percy, and annabeth to go look for the camp’s former best healer. they reach a remote greek island and find the reader there, working as the local nurse/healer (and if you want, they also find out she has a little baby girl, sophia aka sophie 🤭 lmao luke and reader as teen parents). so much angst lol

the name of the game — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, HEAVILY based on mamma mia (my fav movie ever), angst angst angst!!!!!!

a/n: i literally watched mamma mia here we go again today i love both movies with all my heart ALSO THE PJO SZN FINALE???????? HELLO?????????????

masterlist !

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y/n l/n didn't plan on leaving camp half-blood.

she didn't plan on leaving her siblings and close friends, and her boyfriend. well, now ex boyfriend.

that was too complicated for her to even understand. one moment luke wanted everything to do with her. he wanted to be around her 24/7, and show how much he appreciated her. but recently he got distant, and wouldn't explain why.

y/n hated confrontation, so she decided to just ditch camp all together after the couple officially split less than 24 hours ago. she doubted anyone would go looking for her.

oh how wrong she was.

annabeth chase and percy jackson were on a hunt for luke castellan.

they were given direct orders from chiron to find the child of hermes. neither of them dared to question the centaur, making them search for luke as quick as they could.

annabeth's shoudlers dropped in relief once they came across luke. he was practicing his sword work against a dummy made out of hay and old fabric.

"do you have any idea why chiron would send us looking for you?" annabeth was straight to the point. percy was standing beside her, just as determined to get answers.

luke shrugs, "is there another new camper?"

percy shakes his head, "he seemed pretty urgent about it. you might want to follow us back to the big house."

the trio walked in silence back through the woods and through the cabins until they got to the big house. chiron was waiting for them anxiously at the end of the steps.

"thank you percy, annabeth," chiron thanks them for finding luke. "i'm not sure if you three are aware, the camp may be in danger. thalia's tree has been poisened. we aren't sure how or why, but all we need is the solution. a healer."

chiron looked towards luke when he finished his statement.

"again, i'm not sure if you're aware that y/n of apollo cabin has been missing since late last night."

all three have different expressions of shock on their face. luke however is mostly hurt. he couldn't believe y/n would just run off like that. he wondered if it was from the argument they had.

"i'm sending you three to go find her, and bring her back safely in order for her to save the tree and the camp," chiron instructs.

"we don't even know where she went," luke points out.

"yeah, she could be anywhere in the world," percy adds.

annabeth looks between the two boys, "wasn't she saying how if she could get away for the weekend she'd go to greece?" she ends her observation while looking at luke.

the boy quickly nods, "yes. she always loved the idea of," he pauses and his voice gets quieter, "running away to greece together."

after a moment, chiron speaks again. "so it's settled. you three will go search for y/n, daughter of apollo, and bring her back to camp to heal thalia's tree and save the camp. good luck to you all."

—

"we've been in this boat for hours," percy groans.

annabeth stops steering the large boat as luke stops tying a rope. they both turn to him.

"we've been on the water for maybe twenty minutes seaweed brain," annabeth teases.

"wait," luke walks closer to the younger campers, "if your dad's poseidon, why can't you just push us all under water through like an air bubble?"

"it would look a little suspicious if three teenagers showed up to an island with no boat and dry clothes," annabeth mentions, making luke's idea sink to the bottom of the ocean.

luke speaks up again, "what if y/n doesn't come back to camp with us?"

annabeth and percy don't have an exact answer for luke. that only makes him worried this quest won't work out in their favor.

"we'll cross that bridge when we get there," annabeth responds. "right now we just have to get to greece."

—

after docking their own boat at the port of athens, the trio was quick to buy three tickets for the local ferry. annabeth grabbed a map as luke and percy were trying to figure out the best method for finding y/n.

they agreed to search all the islands as quick as humanly possible. they'd ask locals if they knew of a strong healer, and if any of them were given an answer that resembled the idea of y/n living there, they'd know to check that island.

after searching through three and a half different islands, getting on and off multiple ferries, and still with no luck of finding the apollo girl, the trio was debating on giving up. until annabeth looked at the map again. she mentioned to luke and percy about one more island where y/n might be. it was much smaller so they could search more thoroughly.

it was almost sunset once they reach the island, meaning they had maybe an hour or two to find y/n in the daylight.

the trio split up as soon as they stepped foot onto the dock. percy searched the perimeter near the edges of the water. annabeth searched through the bundles of shops and hotels. while luke searched through abandoned looking buildings.

as all hope was feeling lost, luke noticed a building of to the side of the commotion. there was a dirt path leading up to it, with no shops or houses surrounding it.

he could only hope and pray that y/n would be inside.

the inside of the building did not match its exterior. the outside looked as if it was going to fall apart at any gust of wind. however the inside was much more lively than luke expected it to be. there were people inside rushing to get past one another. it seemed as if they were all rushing to get to the same person.

luke pushed through the small crowd, and all the air left his lungs when he saw y/n. she was helping someone from the island, who seemed to have a deep cut on his leg. luke could finally guess this was the hospital on the island.

"y/n," luke spoke up, making the commotion in the room subside.

y/n and luke's eyes locked. neither of them were sure what to do.

y/n excuses herself and drags luke outside by his wrist.

"what on earth do you think you're doing here?"

"i had to come and find you," luke tried to explain but y/n only cut him off.

"so you just followed me? i seriously don't want to be around you luke. i thought running away from you and camp would've gotten that through your head."

"y/n i didn't chase after you to try and fix this," he gestures between the two of them, "there's a serious problem at camp."

y/n chuckles, "what? did peter fall off the climbing wall and scrape his elbow again? or did sophie run into a tree for the fifth time this week?"

"y/n this is serious," luke tries to tell her.

"you can't be serious. you dragged annabeth and percy with you?" y/n gestures to the pair walking towards them with urge in their steps.

"i didn't drag them here, please you have to come back to camp," luke tries again.

"is he telling the truth?" she asks percy.

he nods, "thalia's tree is in danger, and so is the camp."

"why didn't you start with that idiot," y/n hits luke's arm before running back inside. she was quick to grab her things. she kind of threw everything into one bag that she might need at camp. most of her healing equipment and a change of clothes.

—

the boat ride back to long island was awkward, to say the least. percy and annabeth were both asleep in the downstairs area of the boat, while luke and y/n were dealing with directing the boat back to camp.

luke was steering, while y/n was sitting beside him. an awkward silence filled the air.

"what made you go to greece?" luke asks, not expecting the girl to answer.

"i just needed to get away," she busies herself with her rings on her fingers.

"from me?"

"from all of it. i just needed a break."

silence falls upon the two again. y/n only moves over to lean her head against luke's shoulder, instantly catching him off gaurd.

"i'm sorry i left," y/n admits, her voice as quiet as a mouse.

"you had your reasons. it just caught us off gaurd, that's all."

another beat of silence passes.

"that night, of our argument, i found something out. about us," y/n turns to face luke. he does the same to her, not caring about steering the boat at this very moment.

"i don't even know how to tell you," y/n rubs her hands over her face. luke simply takes her shaking hands into his, and runs his thumbs over her knuckles.

"i'm pregnant."

luke's world stopped. maybe he thought he was just hearing things. the waves probably distorted y/n's words.

after luke still didn't respond, y/n started explaining herself.

"i was worried you wouldn't react too well to it. so i figured not telling you would be the easiest thing to do. and coming here, to greece, was the best bet."

y/n's heart broke as she watched luke stand. he silently put the steering wheel in it's locked position, before going down the stairs where the four twin beds were.

y/n knew she fucked up. she didn't know how to fix it. or if it could even be fixed.

[slasherx]

Gurl you write so fast like a Machine 😂, I wish I could write like that, and also good luck with your finals!

Can I do a request for A Micheal Myers with a childhood crush (female) like as a kid Michael had a crush on the reader but like after he killed they were separated for years but them micheal broke out and came across the reader all grown up if you can!

Also can you do Rz Michael, he's my favorite

Lol thats cause I have the motivation to write about slashers rn. And thank you! I got a 94% on one of them, but I won't get my final grade on the other one for a bit. I hope I pass.

Content: Michael Myers x fem!Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, obsessive love

Notes: Even though the gif is peepaw Myers, this takes place in the RZ universe

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Michael was put away in the asylum when he was ten. Before he made a vow to never speak again, he kept asking his mother and Dr. Loomis where you were, and if you could come visit him. His mother promised to talk to your parents about it, but that she couldn't guarantee you could come see him.

And so she did. She tried talking to your parents, but your parents wanted you nowhere near that monster of a child. They outright refused her on numerous occasions, even when Michael's mother pleaded with them on her knees at their front door.

When she broke the news to Michael that you wouldn't be seeing him, Michael lost it. He could feel something in his head snap, the same way it snapped when bullies would hurt you or him. Or the same way he felt himself snap that Halloween night.

He managed to keep it cool until Dr. Loomis and his mother left, but when they sent in that nurse to watch him until they could escort him to his room, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He took his plastic fork and jammed it into her throat, cutting her scream short. He was angry. Why wouldn't you come see him? Why? Why, why, why? He didn't understand...he thought you were best friends.

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Eight years after that day, he had a visitor that wasn't Dr. Loomis. He had known his mother killed herself, his sister was dead, and Boo was probably far away in the foster care system, so he had hoped it was you.

When they sat him in the room, he had felt anxious for the first time in years. Had you changed like he had? Did you grow out your hair like him? Grown taller like him? He kept a mask on, one he made in rememberance of you. It was just your favorite color all over it.

Finally, you walked in and sat down across from Michael. A couple guards stood at the door, in case Michael tried to leap at you regardless of his cuffs chaining him to the table. He was breathing heavily - you had changed.

You had grown taller, but you remained shorter than him. Now at eighteen, you seemed very mature for your age, and Michael wanted to leap across the table at you, but not to kill you.

"Hi Michael. My parents don't know I'm here. I just...came to provide an explanation, since I feel you deserve one." You spoke, hands in your lap. "Your mother begged my parents to let me see you on many occasions, and each time they told her no. I remember one time she cried and got on her knees to beg my mother, but she just shut the door in her face."

Michael listened, quiet as ever. He was just happy to see you in front of him again. He was also surprised that Dr. Loomis wasn't here to supervise this meeting.

"And I want you to know that Dr. Loomis has contacted me since I turned eighteen, and we've spoken about you a couple of times. He told me you don't speak anymore, and that you killed a nurse while being in here." You decided it was now or never to try and break his vow of silence. "Is...is that true, Michael?"

Michael wanted to break his silence, but he knew Loomis would be on his ass if he did. So all he did was nod his head yes.

You seemed to shift uncomfortably. Your breathing increased, and he could tell you were scared. This saddened him - he didn't want you to be scared of him, he wanted you to love him. You two were attached to each other as children, why would a few murders make this any different?

"I...think I better go before my parents realize I'm not at my friends house." You started to get up, when Michael launched at you and grabbed your wrist, straining the cuffs on him.

He held you hard, and you could see the desperation in his eyes. He was all alone here. But he still killed those people, and if you weren't careful, you'd be next. The guards moved forward and forced Michael back, and a few more people rushed into the room. One rushed to you and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Ma'am, ma'am, are you alright?" The man asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, thank you." It was too fast for you to process it, but Michael was staring at you. "Please, take me out of here."

• ───────────────── •

Now outside, you saw Dr. Loomis by your car. He was pacing, clearly nervous about your meeting with Michael. Then when he saw you approach, he waved to you.

"How did it go?"

"Please don't talk to me. I shouldn't have come here." You responded shakily.

"What happened in there? Did he break his silence?"

"No, but he fucking grabbed me! Who knows what else he would have done if the guards hadn't been there?! I was crazy to even come here." You opened your car door and got inside.

"Please, wait, (Y/n). You don't know how much you mean to Michael, I-"

"Save it, Dr. Loomis. I'm going home. Stop calling me." You started up your car and peeled out of the parking lot. Memories of you and Michael as kids began to race through your head and you began to cry. How did it come to this...?

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Seven more years went by. Seven more years where Michael didn't see you. Seven more angry years. But now, it was different. Michael was standing in front of your house.

He was different now. He was more built, even taller, and his hair was even longer. You used to comment on his long hair as a kid, it was one of the reasons he kept it so long in the first place.

He could see you through the window. You lived alone now, just down the street from your childhood home. He was content watching you through the window. You were preparing dinner, when you suddenly got a call. He decided now was the time to enter your home.

Moving around to the back door, he began to pick the lock.

"Hello?" You picked up your phone.

With a click, he was in.

"(Y/n)! You need to listen to me-" Dr. Loomis practically shouted on the other line.

Michael slowly opened the door.

"Save it, Dr. Loomis. I told you to stop calling me." You were about to hang up.

Michael made his way to your living room, right next to your kitchen.

"He's escaped! Michael has escaped!"

"What?" You spoke, shock and fear tearing through your system. You put a hand over your mouth, and looked up through your window, but you saw a figure behind you.

"You're not safe! Flee Haddonfield!" Dr. Loomis begged.

You spun around to see a large man with a knife glistening in his hand. He had a white mask on, blonde hair poking out underneath it. You didn't need him to take off the mask to see who it was. Your fear skyrocketed as you thought he was going to kill you.

"Michael...?" You spoke, slowly lowering the phone and ignoring Dr. Loomis' pleas.

Michael moved towards you. He finally had you now, and he would never let you go again. He was yours, and you will be his.

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[milunalupin]

Hiiii congrats on the 100 followers 🍾 can I request a hockey player!James x reader in an already established relationship? Where jamie sees reader wearing one of his jerseys as a good luck charm (love-induced placebo effect) and one day, reader comes into a match WITHOUT the jersey?? The rest of how shenanigans is up to u thanks!

ty so so much for requesting, i hope this is hockey-y enough lol <3

— lucky charm

hockey player!james potter x reader ★ 860 words

a/n - i don't know anything about hockey so please bare with me

James was running around the flat like a madman, muttering something about cross checking and knee pads. He pushed past you a little too hard, retracing his steps to mumble a 'sorry' as he kisses your temple. Today's hockey game was very important, according to your boyfriend. As captain of the Gryffindors, he would not allow his team to lose their biggest rivals, the Slytherins. Your nose scrunched is disgust as you watched him pack his dirty lucky socks, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat during the game.

As he was zipping up his game bag, you walked back over with a few snacks and his water bottle. He smiled fondly at you while accepting the bags of pretzels and baby carrots.

"I'll see you soon love," he wraps you in a tight hug, pulling away from you to look down at you sternly. "Don't forget to wear my jersey please."

Your eyes widened, and let out a sound of disbelief. "It was one time Jamie, three years ago!"

"I know but love of my life, apple of my eye, we really need to win this game." he whined, lightly shaking you by your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed him towards the door, reassuring him that you wouldn't forget. James pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks before clambering out the door with his duffel bag hung over his shoulder.

James had met you at a post-win celebration at a local bar, trying to impress you with all his hockey talk. Having had a few shots and nursing a cocktail, your tipsy self just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what the muscular cutie was talking about. When you met up again sober you admitted to not knowing anything about hockey, which didn't seem to be too much of a problem as he had asked you to be his just a few weeks later. Although you still didn't fully understand the sport, you still showed up to every game as James' biggest fan.

Back in the kitchen, you finished washing last night's dishes and made some hot chocolate for yourself to take to the game, filling a tumbler and not bothering to fully twist the cap on as you were now running a few minutes behind schedule. Scrambling to slip your shoes on by the door, of course you tripped over James's converse as you always do, only this time you're hot chocolate spills all over your white 'Potter' jersey.

You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. "Oh, he's gonna murder me."

You found your seat just in time for the faceoff, shivering from the cold metal of the arena benches. Maroon and emerald players danced around the ice, getting into their formations for the first round. James was in the middle as the team's center, waiting for the puck to drop. As soon as it did James took control, then passing it to his teammate. You watched as it flew from player to player, the sounds on skates on ice and the opinionated crowd bringing a smile to your face. Gryffindors fans started to stand when James was near the Slytherin's goal with the puck, then boo-ing the green team when the puck was stolen from him. The game was going by smoothly, you snacking on some pretzels as the two teams kept switching off on who had control of the puck.

You stood up and screamed with excitement as James scored, waving your arms around. His head whipped over to your usual section to find you, his bright grin faltering as he noticed your appearance. He let his eyes linger on your plain maroon sweater a few moments more before scoffing lightly and skating back to his position for the next period. The next few rounds were played a dirtier, with the Slytherin players checking the Gryffindors into the tempered glass and tripping them onto the ice.

The game ended with the Gryffindors winning 7-5, maroon-clad fans throwing up popcorn and cheering in celebration. You followed the crowd out, making your way towards the locker rooms, finding a spot against the wall to wait for James.

You watched as he walked out without paying you any attention. Frowning, you jogged to catch up to him. "Jamie, hey- James!"

He turned around with the biggest pout you'd ever seem from anyone, mumbling so softly you almost didn't hear him. "You're not wearing my jersey."

"I spilled hot chocolate on it so I had to change, I'm sorry my love." you stepped forward, taking his hands in yours. "But hey, you still won the game and you played amazingly, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all."

"Well the jersey was for extra luck, my main lucky charm is you, so thank you for being here." he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"You're welcome, although you don't really need luck because you're so talented, James." You chuckled, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter as he nodded.

"But I was worried about today's game for a second so can you please wear the jersey next game?"

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (28)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N NOT BETA. Honest opinion yall what you think of my smut lol

Gossip was not the first thing you expected to hear the moment you walked into your office space. It felt even worse when you realized they were talking about you. You had no clue if they wanted you to hear you or not but either way it seemed much too loud to be talking about a few desks over from yours. 

“I heard from one of the other nurses that she's sleeping with Bangtan.” Some older nurse whispered, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at how loud they were actually being. 

“What!?” The one she was talking to gasped. “How is doctor Hanseol allowing that!?”

“I don't think he knows it yet.” You realized it was Yoongi’s nurse who was spreading the rumor. “But maybe she's sleeping with him too.”

“Him?” The nurse suddenly scoffed. “Please, he would tear her apart.” You could seem them turn to look at you with a sharp look. “She's human—he would never go for something so lowly.”

You sighed quietly, feeling your chest seize up when they mentioned that you were human. It was clear they were some kind of creature like the boys. You figured they all were if Hanseol didn’t want the secret to get out. 

You were a lucky case, you realized. You weren’t meant to work down with the others. You were meant to be a regular nurse who took down research. It was luck that sent you down to Jungkook. And it was him who threw the tantrum to have you as his nurse. 

“If you will excuse me.” You cleared your throat, moving to leave the desk. They were blocking your path so you had to tell them to move. “I have a job to do. I think it would benefit you both to do the same rather than gossip about a coworker.” You told Eun Ae. 

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Eun Ae sneered, leaning over you to intimidate you. “I can kill you.” 

You kept your eyes on hers, which only stemmed to irritate her. You tried not to flinch when you felt something poke at your head, like the brush of something against your brain. 

“Can you be a dear and tend to Yoongi? I have so many things to do and he gives me a headache.” She told you with a sickeningly sweet smile. 

You realized the nudge you felt was her trying to erase your memories. She didn’t know that you knew everything which was a good thing. You opted to listen, thinking it would be best to not allow her the knowledge that she wasn’t able to hypnotize you. 

“Of course.” You told her with a blank stare. 

“Thank you, Darling. Aren't you just the sweetest?” She pinched your cheek, trying your hardest not to make a sound. 

When she turned around to get back to her gossiping, you rolled your eyes, looking down at the floor to avoid further confrontation. While on the elevator trip down, you leaned your head back against the wall, clenching your jaw. 

You were stupid to think that someone in your job wouldn’t notice what you were doing with the boys. Heck, you literally had sex with Jimin in the pool. Anyone could have walked in and seen you two. And if they did it was clear they had left to spread the rumor. 

However, you began to think if it was just something the other nurses began to spread just to get on your nerves. You hadn’t been called to see Hanseol over it. Gossip was going to run around through the office even if you tried to avoid it. Especially when the boss seemed to always want to talk to you. 

You looked down at Yoongi’s files, shaking your head at his terrible nurse. You could understand why he acted the way he did with her. She was insufferable and clearly hated the way Yoongi acted. There was nothing wrong with him–he was just someone who was terribly honest. He cared about people in his own way. If he allowed you into his circle that meant you were one of a kind. 

When you knocked on his door, he called for you to come in. Like always the only light was the small night light attached to the wall. You could see him pulling back his covers, making himself comfortable against his pillows. 

“Yoongi?” You called out, trying to adjust to the minimal lighting compared to the LEDs from the hall. 

“Come here, Princess.” His arm stretched out, gesturing for you to lay down in his arms. 

“What are you doing?” You chuckled, setting down your things before making your way under the covers to get comfy with him. 

“You project your thoughts too much.” He told you, eyes closed as he tried to find a nice nap. 

You furrow your eyebrows, thinking back to how Taehyung had been able to read your thoughts as well. “How does it work?” You asked. “How can I stop from doing that?”

“We don't get all your thoughts.” He explained. “However if they pertain to any of us you open the channel.”

“If I think of you?” You repeated.

“Yup!” A teasing grin splayed on his face, not that you could see. “So if you're masterbating with one of us in mind, we'll know.”

“Yoongi!” You gasped, poking into his side as a blush bloomed on your face. 

“I'm kidding.” He laughed, turning onto his side as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Well, not really. You just have to learn how to keep your thoughts from leaving your mind.” He added. 

“How do I do that?” You continued to ask.

“Hobi would tell you better. You'll have to ask him.” He tucked your head under his chin, hand rubbing at your back. 

“So then, you've all like—heard me?” You spoke quietly, hiding your face into his chest. 

“Have you masterbated to one us?” Yoongi asked nonchalantly. 

“No!” You gasped, pulling away from him. “I haven't had the need to.” You pursed your lips, turning away. 

“I'm teasing, Princess.” The man gave you a gummy smile, tickling your sides. 

You laughed, squirming away from him. He was quick to hold onto you when you moved too close to the edge of the bed. You squeaked when he easily pulled your entire body back to him with his one arm. 

“Besides, what can you possibly think of when one of us isn't there?”

You quickly pulled back, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Was he telling you that you didn’t have a vivid enough imagination to get off? Sure, they added to the pleasure you would feel when orgasming but you would like to think you were good when it came to making yourself cum. You didn’t always need a man to do that for you. 

Well, not until they turned up. 

“Are you doubting me?” You asked. 

“Compared to what I've experienced?” Yoongi scoffed, looking down at you. “Your thoughts would be tame.”

You suddenly glared at him, a smirk on your face. “Try me.” You told him. 

You turned onto your back when he leaned over you, lips ghosting over yours. “Is that a challenge?” He asked you quietly. “Think you can make me blush? Sad to tell you, Princess, but I’m dead.”

“I don’t need to make you blush.” You told him boldly. “I just need to make you hard.”

Yoongi’s lips pulled into a grin from one ear to the other. He kissed his teeth, his nose dragging along yours. “I want to see you try.”

The smirk on his lips was quickly wiped off the moment you reached up to kiss him. He took in a deep breath as his body began to buzz. He was so used to the cold that the warmth spreading throughout his body felt foreign to him. 

The grip you had on his sweatshirt was tight, fingers slowly drifting down to the skin of his collarbone. As your fingers lightly traced over his jaw, he pulled back to allow the tips of them to graze his bottom lip. 

“Close your eyes.” He whispered against your lips. 

You did as you were told, suddenly overcome with images. Your lips frowned as you looked around a room, noticing how it looked like a bedroom in a palace. The bed was neatly made as you laid in it. Looking down you felt someone laying on top of you. 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you noticed Yoongi, giving your chest small kisses. You didn’t have any kinds of clothing, which allowed him room to place his lips on any part of you. You sighed, arching up into his mouth. 

However, just as you were getting into the feeling of his lips on you, everything quickly disappeared and you were pulled back into the space of his room. You sat up, looking over at his figure laying down on his bed with his hands behind his head. You could barely make out the sly smirk on his face but you knew it was there. 

“You have a sensitive chest?” He asked you. 

You huffed, laying your head back down onto his pillows. You sighed to yourself as you closed your eyes again. The scene had come back to your mind, watching as Yoongi moved his hands down your ribs lightly. You felt your hands grip onto the sheets, but you frowned deeply as you tried to take control of the scene in your mind. 

Letting go of his hold on your thoughts, you quickly moved to grab his head and push him upwards. His eyes went wide as you pulled at his hair from the roots, snapping his head up to look at you. He moved off you as you sat up quickly slotting your lips against his. 

Something bumped into your arm breaking your train of thoughts, almost screaming at the body that was covering you in the dark. Yoongi slammed his hand near your head, chest pressed down onto yours. He smirked, laughing quietly. 

“You think you want to be in charge?” He asked you. 

You stayed quiet, swallowing some of your spit. Yoongi glared for a moment, eyes casting down to your lips. He quickly sat up, sitting on his calves as he got comfortable. 

“Well?” He asked you. 

When you didn’t move, he began to smirk again. “Take off your clothes. We ain’t going to get anywhere sitting here.”

Your hands slowly moved to your scrubs, taking them off slowly. He didn’t comment on it, instead he chose to take off his shirt. Once you were in your underwear and bra, you shivered at the cold feeling of Yoongi’s room. Yoongi laid back down, one hand behind his head as normally while the other stayed on his stomach.

“Show me.” He told you. “How you would do things.” He added. 

You laid down as well, trying to think of what you personally enjoyed. As your mind began to drift off, your hand traveled down towards your heat. Yoongi was quick to open his eyes as he felt your movements, eyes staying on your moving fingers. It wasn’t long before your thoughts were projected into his mind. 

You were on top this time, back arched as you kissed his naked pelvis. He wasn’t a novice to the whole sex ordeal–he had lived a very long life. However it’s the feelings you have for him that seemed to seep into his skin. Not only were you projecting what you wanted to do to him, but you were also projecting your own feelings. 

He had been able to feel something like that with the boys. Always knowing when they would be upset if they wanted comfort or got excited over something that they wanted to share. However he had never experienced something like this before. The pleasure of having your lips on his skin increased tenfold. Every small touch sent sparks into his cold skin. 

He was quick to close his mind off from your projections to keep from getting overwhelmed, eyes drifting to see you in the dark. Your hand was moving under your panties, breathy moans falling from your lips. He wanted to reach out and touch you, feel your smooth skin on his fingertips. But he was too mesmerized by the movement of your own hand. 

His hand moved down to his own length. He groaned quietly, tightening his fingers with each thrust you did with your fingers. He couldn’t hold it for much, wanting to feel your warmth against him. Not wanting to startle you, he allowed you to enter his mind once more. 

He almost choked on the image you were displaying. You were on top of him, grinding back and forth on his cock as it became covered in your juices. Before he got lost in the sight of you naked on top of him, he spoke up. 

“Wake up.” He told you. 

The moment you did, you realized just where it was your hands were. You quickly tried to pull them out, however, Yoongi stopped you from moving your hands. “Keep them there.” He told you softly. “I want to watch.”

He moved to sit between your legs, pulling your underwear completely off. Your fingers stayed still on your core, which made Yoongi get annoyed. “Don’t stop.” He told you, fingers moving between your own to play with you. 

He watched you flinch from his cold touch, whining at how he moved your fingers the way he wanted. He was able to see how your core was clenching and unclenching on nothing. While it was dark to you, he was able to see everything you did with perfect vision. 

And the moment he saw your hips stuttering and your breaths coming out quicker, he quickly pulled your hands away. In one movement, he was leaning over you, legs pressed back and to your chest as he lined himself up with you. 

You were still trying to come down from the orgasm that was ripped away by the time you realized where Yoongi had positioned himself. His lips grazed over yours, moving back just a bit as you tried to chase him. 

“Sorry, but–” He laughed for a moment. “You being on top is going to have to be another time.”

With that he thrusted his hips forward. 

You cried out hands flying to his shoulders to have something to hold. His hips moved quickly but didn’t move far from the back of your legs. His hips made sure to keep them to your pelvis, leaving you in a straining position for a bit. 

But you didn’t dare to complain–not when he was hitting the sensitive spot within you. And he knew he was because he didn’t dare to move the way he was thrusting. And when he felt you clenching around him, his eyes squeezed shut and moved to lean up. His hands were clutching onto the back of your thighs, hip stuttering.

His groans made the bubble in your stomach tighten and release quickly. You groaned, quickly dropping your legs and tightening them around Yoongi’s hips to stop him from moving and overstimulating you. However he was trying to reach his own high as well. 

It was a bit of a struggle for him but he managed to pull your legs from him and release himself on your thighs. He felt the breath in his lungs leave him for a moment, making his head dizzy. But it was something he found to love so much. 

He laughed quietly, watching as you had your eyes closed and you were softly twitching. With soft hands he massaged your thighs and pelvic area. He smiled softly, leaning forward to place his forehead on yours. 

“I don’t think this was the point of our challenge.” He whispered. 

“Did I win?” You asked quietly. 

“I’d like to consider this a draw.”

Series Masterlist

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Love or Obsession?

pairing(s): young!yandere!nick goode x shadysider!reader, platonic!ziggy berman x reader.

summary: after seeing you with tommy, nick’s not sure what he feels for you is love or obsession. but one thing’s for sure, you’re his.

warnings: toxicity, gore, blood, murder(?), manipulation, obsession, yandere, tommy becomes possessed lol, possession, mentions of sacrificing, mature language.

i wasn’t sure if I should add a spoiler warning considering the three movies have been out for some time now so I didn’t add one. sorry! but enjoy. and don’t really worry it doesn’t go by the plot of the movies anyway(mostly).

You were a camper. And he was a counselor. Okay, you weren’t that young. Only two years younger than he was. You wouldn’t deny having a small attraction for Nick Goode, Sheriff Goode’s son and the king of Sunnyvale.

Though he didn’t have a huge ego like you had expected. In fact, he was down to earth and kind, and kind of introverted. You shared similar hobbies. But you were a shadysider and sunnyvalers didn’t particularly get along with Shadysiders.

It was an normal day, well, a normal Sunny day. You definitely liked nature, but was worn out from the hiking and activities.

“Worn out? Tommy teased. “Kind of yeah, you chuckle. He wasn’t that much older than you yet a counselor. You didn’t even plan on becoming one anyway.

Yeah, you liked helping out with children but wanted a better job and focus on studies at the same time. “Hey, it’s fine, he assured you.”some of these kids never run out of energy.”

“I know right? You chuckle. Neither of you noticed that Nick had been glaring daggers right into Tommy’s skull. He was pissed. More so jealous. That you were the one Tommy was interested in. Everyone knew that.

Including him. And he needed to do something about it. He felt something for you, that he knew for sure. But wasn’t sure on what. Love or Obsession? Could it be both.

It had been passed down from family to family. Sacrifices. Possessions. And it was Nick’s turn. He already had a name in mind. At that moment, he decided Tommy would be the perfect candidate for possession. And kill all. Then you wouldn’t be so interested in him now would you?

Shadyside wasn’t a shithole for no reason. And as everyone suspected, it was a curse. Placed by Solomon Goode all those years ago back in 1666.

You suddenly trip, but Tommy caught you before you fell. You laughed. "You're a life saver. I swear." He blushed. "It's no big deal, Y/n."

You smile. "Well, I mean, i think so. You're so sweet. You know, helping everyone." "That's what a counselor does... He smiles, before rushing over to help with the next activity.

You didn't know then, that would be the final time you would see Tommy before hell broke loose. You grew tired so eventually you fell asleep quite early. Normally, You were up and ready.

When suddenly, You hear screams. You leave your cabin quick. "Y/N! Ziggy yells. "Ziggy! What's happening? You exclaim. "The witch... she possessed Tommy... Ziggy said.

"No... You frown."Not him. Why him?" Ziggy replies,”I don’t know we just have to go! I don’t want you to die!”

“I won’t, just promise me you won’t, and you’ll live, You say, standing close by your best friend. “I promise, she replies.

You both ran for your lives. You always believed that witch shit even though you shouldn’t. Because last summer, you found something you shouldn’t.

Back then you were a skeptical of the Sarah Fier Legend. A curse on Shadyside, Really? You knew the town had bad luck but a curse was out of reach.

Then you found a ritual. someone who worshipped satan or whatever had a place to go for that. And look what you found. The names of each shadyside killer carved into rocks no human could’ve done with their bare hands.

And it seemed quite obvious that Sarah fier was behind it. After all, she wanted revenge. But that was before Tommy’s name had been put into it. Which explained why Nurse Lane attacked him.

You didn’t want to admit it but she should’ve. It would’ve prevented a huge massacre. But you adored tommy. Though oblivious to his obvious feelings for you.

You two ran for a while until you screamed,”Tommy!” He was right in front of you and was about to strike but turned his attention to Ziggy.

“No! You yell and as he was about to you move her out of the way, both of you unharmed. “Y/N, you could’ve died! I can’t lose you! She said.

“Look, we’re both okay? And it was odd, he didn’t even… try to kill me, You say. “I know, maybe his feelings for you were why, ziggy blurted.

“What? You say. “Oh, She said. "You didn’t know? It was so obvious he was in love with you.” “I thought he was into Cindy… You say. “No, she’s into Alice and everyone also knows that, Ziggy said.

"Whatever, we need to hide! He killed Jeremy, Jesse, Stacey and More kids! You yell, sobbing but tried not to. Ziggy nods. You grew up with her, if you lost her, you wouldn't know how to live.

You run with her, her hand in yours, you didn't want to let go. "Hey look! I found somewhere we could hide... Ziggy begins."Fuck, Cindy! Where is she?"

"Where did you see her last? You asked. "I-I don’t remember, we just should find her, Ziggy said. "Also, I locked Sheila in the bathroom." "Good one, You said. "But she could be killed. Plus, I heard something about Cindy and Alice going somewhere involving Sarah Fier."

"Okay, come on! Ziggy said, you run to the bathroom but now you were growing exhausted. "Sheila? You say. "Fucking Shadysider Bitch! Sheila replied. "Did you lock me in here?"

"Y/n didn't, I did... But come on, Ziggy entering the bathroom before Sheila began attacking her. You pulled her off of Ziggy. ”Calm down. there’s a killer and you have to leave or-“

“Of course it’s always a shadysider huh? Sheila said. "I mean, you’re the reason this shit is happening.” “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what’s going on first of all, You say, laced with venom in your voice. "Second, I think we can all agree none of us want to die so-“

“Hello! Cindy said, and you could hear her voice. "Can anybody hear us?” Ziggy realized like you that it was Cindy and follows the voice. Only to see them under the bathroom.

“What are you guys doing there? You say. “Oh thank fucking god, Alice said. “It’s a long story but… can you help us out? Cindy said.

“Yeah of course, You reply. Ziggy come help me.” “No hesitation, Ziggy said, relief that her sister was okay. You help them up. Apparently Tommy was possessed first there. He killed Alice's stoner friend, Arnie.

"Wow, You said, hearing everything. "I mean, i knew of the whole ritual stuff. But-" "You knew he would be possessed? Ziggy asked. You shook your head."No, But i knew then this witch shit was real."

"Oh."

"In order to stop this, we need to reunite her hand with her body, Cindy said. You nodded. You noticed how she held onto Alice's hand. You hadn't seen Nick, Will, Joan or Kurt in a while. Which made you wonder if they were murdered too.

Nick was acting kind of lately, you didn't know why. But either way, you had to find out. "Well, where is her body? I don't think she had been buried anywhere near here, You point out.

"Y/n's right, Ziggy agreed. "Look, she is, Alice said, moving the book in front of you. You read and looked it over. "Holy shit she is, You exclaimed.

"Fuck, Ziggy said. "Which is why we could bury her hand with her body, we know where her hand is too, Cindy explained. You nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? We could end this curse now."

"Okay, Cindy said. "Come on." Sarah Fier's hand was in the front on fhe table. It soon made sense why she had been buried under the tree where she had been hung. But when you accidentally touched her skeletal hand, you saw everything. You wiped your bloody nose. "I saw the witch. She was pissed. So we we should hurry up."

You grabbed any weapons you could. Even if you didn't know if you could kill or hurt anybody. But before Alice could even kill, Tommy killed her. Cindy angrily lunged at him, and so did you.

Your eyes were filled with tears but you didn't let them fall. "Alice, don't die on us, You said softly. "Please." However, she took her last breath and became another victim. But everyone couldn't mourn for long.

Everyone heard someone singing. "Ruby Lane, You said. "Come on, we have to go." Cindy was naturally reluctant but agreed. Somehow, you got lost from Cindy and Ziggy, who you figured were digging.

As you walked, hoping you could find your way back, you bumped into Nick. "Nick! You're okay! You said, sighing of relief. "Y/N, where were you.. He said, his voice filled with concern. "I... think we could end this curse, You said."

"Y/n, come on, this witch stuff isn't real, he just went crazy, Nick said. "No, Nick, I saw her, She's pissed, I saw the fucking witch! You exclaim. Tommy, the sweet guy you knew, didn't just go crazy. Neither did Nurse Lane. She was right. Of course she had been.

"Hey, this will all be over, Nick assures you, suddenly hugging you, pulling you close while you cried on his shoulder, not seeing the smirk on his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

[honey-beann]

This is a weird way to come back into writing fics again, but here's a very vaguely edited fic that I wrote a while back to get me back into the groove of posting. I hope you like sick reader x snarky bastard fics lol.

Thoroughly Analyzed (rk900 x reader)

Word Count: 1,005

"Oh fuck off, Gavin, I'm not sick!"

You all but sputtered, your cheeks dusted a light pink as you stood in front of your friend and coworker's desk, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side while you eyed him with as much disdain as you could muster.

"Are you being serious, dumb ass? You babysat Chris' kid while it had the flu four days ago, and now you're drinking tea and popping cough drops at your desk like it's your job. Just admit you were an idiot and go home."

You scoffed, glaring at Gavin as you moved away to sit down in your desk chair before turning it to face him once more.

"It wasn't a bad idea for me to babysit the kid, Reed, and I definitely did not get sick because of an eighteen month old child. Now do you have anything of substance to say, or can I finally get back to work?"

You watched as Gavin rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly under his breath as he turned his attention back to his monitor,

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, loser. Good luck nursing yourself back to health without taking a day off work."

Fighting the urge to flip off your coworker, you instead turned your gaze towards your own monitor, only to find yourself looking right above it and into the eyes of your department's rk900 model android, who had long since been dubbed 'Nines'.

You swallowed thickly, wincing shortly thereafter at the pain that action caused within your throat before catching yourself and forcing a polite smile,

"Hey Nines, what's up?"

You asked as casually as you could manage, watching as the android in question raised a brow before motioning towards Gavin, who had started watching your interaction the moment you'd spoken aloud.

You shrugged, trying not to pay your human coworker too much mind as you cleared your throat again awkwardly before attempting to speak once more, though your voice did sound notably strained this time,

"Reed told me last week that babysitting Chris' kid while he was sick was a bad idea because it was sure to get me sick too. I told him that my body was strong enough to fight off whatever an eighteen month old had, and he bet me twenty bucks that I'd be too sick to come to work within the week. That was four days ago, and now he's doing his best to convince me to go home since he's gotten it in his head that I caught the flu from the kid."

Nines' gaze was cold and stern as he stood, his arms crossed as he took a step closer,

"Did you?"

He asked, and you allowed yourself a moment to get lost in said gaze, however cold it may have been, before snapping out of it, remembering your promise to keep things professional at work.

Wouldn't want anyone catching on, after all.

"Wha- no, of course I didn't."

You sputtered nervously, hearing Gavin chuckle as he watched you from his seat, clearly amused and more than a little entertained.

"Are you sure about that, Detective?"

Nines pressed, taking another two steps closer to where you were sitting as he watched you calmly, a slight smirk making its way to his lips all the while.

"Because I have noticed a bit of a drop in your performance throughout the past two days, and it is part of policy that sick employees remain at home for necessary rest."

You shivered at the sound of Nines' voice, but did your best to play it cool despite your physical reaction to his now significantly closer presence.

"I-I'm fine I promise. I think I've just been a little tired, is all..."

You trailed off as the android in question moved to stand directly beside you, his hand falling to the back of your chair and turning it in his direction, thus forcing you to face him head on as he gazed down at you intently, that smirk remaining all the while.

"Oh really? Well, if you're just tired, I don't suppose you'd mind a routine test of your health?"

"A routine test of my health? No but what exactly-"

You were cut off by a pair of familiar lips crashing into yours as an equally familiar hand moved to cup your chin, tilting your face upward as you gasped into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed against your will. You remained this way for several seconds, until finally, Nines pulled away, humming as he looked down at you with both amusement and exasperation evident in his expression,

"According to my analysis of your saliva, you are suffering from the common flu, detective. Please gather your things and allow me to bring you home. I will inform the captain of our absence."

Unable to argue, you nodded meekly, your hand briefly raising to touch your subtly bruised lips before you snapped out of it and hurried to get your things together, trying desperately to ignore Gavin's shocked expression all the while.

Nines, on the other hand, seemed eager to bask in your shared coworker's surprise, and was in no apparent rush to leave, gathering his own belongings with the swift and relaxed ease that seemed to come so naturally to him.

Once everything was together, however, he made no effort to poke at Gavin further, simply guiding you by your elbow to the door as Reed began to follow suit, sputtering various questions, most of which were nonsensical and jumbled.

Eventually though, as the front door loomed before the two of you, Nines did stop and turn towards the man, his lips twitching upward ever so slightly as he smoothly withdrew his wallet from his pocket before reaching into it, his gaze never leaving Gavin's all the while.

"Oh, and thank you for your concern for my partner's well being, Detective Reed."

He said cheekily as he handed the man in question a twenty dollar bill before exiting the building entirely with you at his side.

[look-at-the-soul]

Straight to the heart

Tommy Shelby x reader (Nurse)

After spending day and night for two weeks with nurses in the house while taking care of my grandma I couldn’t stop this idea running around my head.. this is set around S3E6… sending love and blessing to all the medical staff out there! Edit: Granny is doing so much better now, she can’t wait to go out already lol and now she says she misses us being with her all the time 🥺

Please note I’m not related to the health department, just what I read/watch.

Gif credit to @thesoldiersminute thank you for always keep up with my ideas!!! ☺️

Walking into the intensive care unit, Y/N was asked to immediately attend a new patient who arrived recently, she would only cover the night shift. He had surgery a few days ago and the doctors didn’t know yet how his body would react.

Y/N felt bad for the poor man, he was severely beaten, the damage in his brain still unknown, he was under high doses of medication. Most of his levels were out of proportion.

Right there he looked so helpless, vulnerable even. And even though the bruises and lightly swollen skin, she could see he owned some kind of privileged looks; thick lashes fanning over his cheeks, sharp cheekbones made him look like he was sculpted by a generous Greek God. If it wasn’t for the metal helmet on his head, she would swear he was only sleeping.

Sighting, she wrote down his records, adjusted his medication and left to attend her next patient. For the rest of the day, Y/N repeated the same actions without anything extraordinary or out of normal happening.

“Good luck on the night shift, Y/N” Jackie wished as she picked up her belongings.

“Why would I need luck?”

“You don’t know about that man at the 32?” Jackie squinted her eyes at her colleague.

Y/N shook her head as she organized the paperwork of the day. How would she know? She barely knew this area of the hospital. She wanted to stay out of any gossip or saying that was going around, but Jackie still decided to share the piece of information she heard in the hall. Letting Y/N know he was the infamous gánster from Birmingham known for cutting people’s eyes.

“His sister said he’s a war hero, but I know he’s a criminal, he deserves it.” Shaking her head she added; “his family requested a private room.”

But to Y/N all patients deserved to be treated equally, not taking into consideration their past, mistakes or anything else.

“Have a safe walk back home.” Y/N wished Jackie, hoping the other nurse would leave soon so she could resume the night visits to every patient, she had a long night ahead, starting with a young boy who had an accident at one of the factories.

Walking into Mr. Shelby’s bed close to midnight, Y/N noticed him sweating, shaking a little. Touching his forehead, she realized that he had a high fever. Rushing back to her unit, she grabbed towels and a bowl that she then filled with water.

Checking on his temperature, the thermometer showed 40ºC, so without wasting any more time, Y/N proceeded to provide medication to bring down his temperature. With a damp cloth, she pressed his neck, chest and forehead.

He was mumbling something she couldn’t understand, it was probably something that didn’t make sense, or another language she didn’t know… but as she moved to wet the washcloth one more time, his words were clear;

“Don’t leave me.” His hands got tense. “I need you.”

His frown grew deeper and when he opened his eyes abruptly, one of his hands accidentally hit Y/N above her right eye.

Y/N removed the covers from his body, as well as the upper part of the hospital gown.

Pressing the wet cloth against his hot skin Y/N got lost in the freckles on his chest, it reminded her of the previous night full of shining stars.

“Mr. Shelby, you’re alright, take a deep breath for me.” His breathing was erratic, his gaze lost, nothing he was saying made sense, he was talking about saving his mother and a Prussian boy, he then mentioned the name Charlie. “You’re at the hospital Mr. Shelby, take it easy.”

As Tommy looked around, he took in his surroundings, the pale skin of the nurse attending him contrasted deeply with the small crimson river of blood coming out from her eyebrow.

“There you go, that’s it, deep breaths.” Y/N smiled relieved that the fever was going down. Checking his eyes, his reflections seemed to be perfect, as well as the rest of his vitals. He tried to touch the metal around his head, but Y/N moved gently his hand down.

She helped the man to sit up slowly in the bed and after adjusting the pillow in his back, she offered him some water, to help his system fight the temperature.

“Are you feeling better?” Y/N asked after a few more minutes.

Tommy nodded, still altered by the mixed nightmare he just saw, his mother asking for help, she was dangerously close to the river and when he tried to grab her arm to move her away, he saw Charlie drowning, as he was about to save his son, the Prussian boy appeared from nowhere and sent him to the ground.

“It’s late, you might want to have some rest.” Y/N announced gently changing the pillow since it was soaked.

“I can’t go back to sleep.” He murmured after a few seconds. “My head ‘s pounding.”

“I can give you something for the pain.” But his hand stopped Y/N’s intentions to walk away. Gently and in a caressing motion, she placed his hand between hers, one on top and one under. “Is going to be alright.”

“Can you stay here? With me?”

And with that Y/N was able to see the bluest eyes she had ever crossed paths with, so transparent, so full of fear, so vulnerable. He locked his eyes with her and she got lost in a deep ocean, soft waves crashing against her.

So broken.

Empty even.

In the war she had seen endless horrors, men without a leg or an arm, people who lost their eyes, but nothing compared to what Y/N saw in this man’s eyes.

“Right, just let me call the doctor and I’ll stay here for a little longer, all my other patients are sleeping.” Y/N took the empty chair resting close to the door and brought it closer to the bed.

“Lucky they can.”

Y/N chuckled and in the process, she found the ghost of a smirk in his lips.

“I could give you something to sleep.”

“Oh, so you don’t have to deal with me?”

Y/N looks at him scandalized. “No, I meant it so you can rest.”

“That’s for the weak.” Tommy stated taking a deep breath.

“Are you sure you don’t want something for the pain?” Y/N tried again suppressing a yawn.

“I’ve the heart of a horse.” Tommy winced as her cold hand came to circle his wrist, she looked at her watch and then wrote down something in a chart. She then checked again his temperature. “How long have you been a nurse?”

Her features turned into a bittersweet expression.

“I volunteered as a nurse during the war, to be close to my husband.”

Tommy fixed his gaze on her. “The Somme?”

Y/N nodded. “Blackwoods, but he never came back.”

“Sorry for your loss.” Tommy offered Y/N his handkerchief, which she found on top of the cabinet with the rest of his clothes.

“Thank you, I hear you’re a hero.”

Tommy chuckled tilting his head.

“That’s overrated, I saw more men dying than I saved. Now you, on the other hand are a real hero, Miss?”

“Y/N Y/LN.” She smiled gently.

“Pleased to meet you, Thomas Shelby.” He extended his hand with a groan.

“How did you end up here with an injury like that?”

“I stumbled.”

Y/N didn’t believe that for a second, but she was glad to see that even in a situation like that, he felt like joking, it was a good sign.

“The door must’ve been heavy.” She joked, immediately regretting her own words. ”Sorry.”

“Bad choices brought me here.” Tommy admitted, his hands instinctively looking for a cigarette. “Can I have a smoke?”

Y/N stood up to take a cigarette and light it for him. “Hopefully you won’t make those again, you were very lucky this time.”

“You’d be surprised, sometimes I think trouble simply enjoys following me around.”

“You’re like a magnet then.”

She then decided to stay silent as she saw him with his eyelids closed, maybe tiredness took him finally in, that would be good, because then she would be able to close her eyes momentarily and…

“Has anyone came…?”

His deep voice pulled her from snoozing. Y/N nodded and informed him that his sister visited the previous day. And his aunt the day he had the surgery.

“Do you want me to let someone know?”

Tommy shook his head at first, closing his eyes. Who would give a damn about him?

“Jeremiah, Jimmy he’s a preacher.” He whispered after a few minutes.

“I know him, we’ve worked together helping people in need.”

Why that didn’t surprise him?

“That tells me I’m in good hands.” He ran his cigarette over his lower lip, while a light shade of pink covered her cheeks and neck.

“Thank you for helping me keep my eyes open.”

Tommy then winked. “Anytime love, you know where to find me.”

Y/N told him she would get him a new gown and take a quick look at the other patients, but she would be back before he could realize she was gone. In her absence, a doctor entered and after evaluating the information in his chart, asked a few insignificant questions and left him alone. Tommy wondered if she would be back soon.

“How was your round?” Tommy asked eyeing her by the corner of his eye.

“Fine, most patients are fast asleep except for one.”

“Sorry to keep you up, it gets boring here.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. “What are you talking about? The fun has just begun, you need to stay for a few months.”

But Tommy being Tommy, he had another ideas.

“I’ll be out of here this week.” He stated firmly.

They stayed in a comfortable silence, until Tommy saw the nurse leaning forwards, at the end of his bed, close to his feet, within seconds, he realized her breathing changed and she was fast asleep, forehead resting on one arm, at some point, she turned her head to the side, so her features were facing him, and he finally noticed the mole close to her lips…

The following morning, Jeremiah entered the hospital room, a beaming smile on his face, Tommy motioned him to be quiet, pointing at the sleepy nurse.

The poor thing worked the previous night taking care of a patient at home, then her regular shift at ER and finally she was asked to cover the intensive care unit as well.

Looking at the feet of his bed, Y/N was peacefully sleeping in an uncomfortable position that would probably hurt her neck and back, she assured him over five times she wasn’t tired first, then that she didn’t need a pillow, she wasn’t going to fall asleep, but in the end, her body claimed some rest. Her lips were partially open, her features relaxed, she exuded calmness through every pore.

A peace he would kill for.

“Looking good Tom.” Jeremiah whispered, walking around the bed, to the opposite side were the nurse was sleeping.

“Now everyone will shave the side of their head too.” Tommy joked.

Before Y/N fell asleep, she got her pocket mirror, helping Tommy to take a look, it disgusted him to see the helmet, and the dark circles under his eyes, paler than he usually was, but Y/N assured him, nothing of that mattered, he was alive.

But Jeremiah couldn’t hold back the laugh at Tommy’s comment, and Y/N woke up.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep!” Y/N quickly apologized and walked out from the room, returning a few minutes later after a quick trip to the bathroom to refresh herself and as she walked over to the bed to check one more time for Mr. Shelby’s vitals, she overheard a conversation that concerned her.

“Jimmy, I need you to bring me some papers, the keys to the first drawer are on-”

“Mr. Shelby you can’t work right now.” Y/N looked between her patient and his friend, her whole body protesting for sleeping in that position.“You need bed rest, physical therapy and nothing that stresses you.”

Tommy chuckled and his head hurt from the effort.

“I’m sure Polly can manage for a while, you need to follow her orders.” Jeremiah stated before touching Tommy in the arm, followed by a wink. “He’s a bit stubborn, just so you to know.”

He thanked then Y/N for taking care of his friend and left them after that.

“I didn’t mean to sound bossy, sorry Mr. Shelby.”

“Call me Tommy, please.” Making an effort to look at her, he found a deep frown. “What’s the matter?”

“The doctor prescribed Morphine to your own judgment?”

“It’s for the pain.”

She knew this kind of high dosis could represent a big threat for the patients, it should be administered by someone who knew what they were doing, but it wasn’t her place to discuss that, so she only shook her head.

“Thank you, for not letting my nightmares hunt me last night.” Tommy whispered. “And sorry for that.” He then pointed out to the now clear cut on her eyebrow.

Y/N smiled brushing it off and left to do a quick check on her patients. Later, when she returned, she found Tommy sleeping, and just like he did the previous night, she let him sleep, hoping the nightmares would leave him alone.

***

When Tommy woke up again, he didn’t found Y/N back, no, there was a rude and grumpy, old nun making noise, disturbing the small peace he was able to reach.

After a heated argument, Tommy didn’t hesitate to point the revolver at her, he just wanted to scare her though, in that condition he wouldn’t be able to shoot properly, but it worked, because she mumbled he would be burned in hell and left. A doctor came in shortly, sweating, worried he would kill him there.

“Where’s Y/N?” Tommy asked cleaning his weapon with the sheet covering his lap.

“She has the day off, until tonight, she covers the ER Night Shift.” His apple bobbed up and down. “I’ll ask the nurse to check on you.”

“I don’t want anyone but Y/N.” Tommy resisted the urgent feeling to press his forehead, the headache was unbearable.

“She attends the emergency un-”

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear, Doc… Y/N is from now on my personal nurse.” He removed the security button of his gun. Feeling dizzy, he could see the doctor moving towards the door.

The intensive care unit looked oddly quiet that night, she shouldn’t be here without permission but there was no one to ask around, so she’d only stay for a couple of minutes and go to work at the other side of the building.

“Ah, I see you’re awake now Mr. Shelby, I brought you some tea that will help you with the pain, is strong so I added some milk and sugar.” Y/N smiled.

But the smile soon was followed by a shock, when the Director informed her she would now work as private nurse for Mr. Shelby, but she didn’t even try to gainsay against the new instructions, she just asked a few minutes to move her belongings over the intensive care unit.

“I hope you understand, the other nurse didn’t think I was a nice patient.”

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “You pointed a gun at her, Tommy.”

“Yeah, yeah, she mentioned I was going to hell.” He retrieved the cigarette case and match from under the blanket, motioning for her to light it for him.

“How are you feeling?” She noticed the helmet was gone, and he could move freely now, slow but better.

“Like shit.”

Y/N looked at the cigarette between her fingers, Tommy cleared her she could smoke in her shift now. “Last night, when you had that nightmare… you mentioned someone… Charlie.”

Tommy ran his tongue over his lips, blinking at the thought of his son.

“I was trying to save him, he’s my son, now it’s just the two of us… his mother passed away.”

The air abandoned her lungs, her heart sank down, the worst pain this man was going through wasn’t for the head injuries, the emotional felt deeper.

“Everything I do, is for him, ‘cause I don’t want him to suffer what I went through.” He admitted.

Tommy threw the covers to the side, determination in his eyes.

Scandalized, Y/N rushed to his side, “what are you doing?!”

“I can’t stay in bed, have things to do.”

But her hands on his chest, held him firmly.

“You need to take it easy, it takes time to heal and recover.” Shaking her head, Y/N covered him again. “You hired me to be your nurse, and as such you’ll have to follow my orders.”

With an evident groan, Tommy allowed her to adjust his pillow, taking the revolver in the process.

“And I’m keeping this somewhere safe.”

“Fucking hell.” He scoffed.

***

Of course, he wasn’t out in a week like he said, Tommy needed medical attention and professional equipment to monitor his progress, the doctors didn’t even care he was using his pipe when the pain was too much.

During the following days, Y/N stayed by Tommy’s hospital bed day and night, helping him to stand up once the doctor cleared him out to walk around, she read out loud endless books and news to him, somehow she was his eyes and ears.

She earned completely his trust, he talked to her about things he didn’t dare to say to anyone else. And never complained about how difficult and headache he was as her patient, he lost all his dignity when she had to clean him up in the beginning when he couldn’t move, and kept his nightmares at bay some nights.

Staring into the ceiling, he didn’t even remember what day it was, memories were a bit blurry, but he had enough time to plan, to think, to realize things.

In the loneliness of those cold walls, it was all silent. Just him and his thoughts.

Where was his family? He had gave them all; everything they needed, everything they wanted… money, stability, power, luxuries, properties.

And they had only be around a few times for short and sporadic visits.

No one offered to spend the night with him, just in case he needed something during the night. All he heard was excuses to leave as soon as possible. They had other things to do.

The obscene amount of money he spent with whores to warm his bed for a moment and for what? They wouldn’t even dare to look a man ill in a hospital bed. They were empty, it was nothing more than a chore for them.

Not a single whore was appealing enough the effort now.

Deep down, he felt disappointed.

And heartbroken. If he ever had a heart.

All of the people he helped down the road, weren’t able to pay him a ten fucking minutes visit.

A knock on the door pulled Tommy away from his thoughts.

Y/N entered brightening not only the room, but his life as well.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” She chirped.

“You kept snorting, I had to recover my sleep-hours.” He lied.

“I did not.” Her voice faked indignation towards his words, touching his arm playfully with the package of the gauze.

“Why do you keep sleeping in the chair, when I asked them to bring in a couch for you?” He smirked accepting the biscuits she made for him.

“Trust me, if I take the couch, you’ll never wake me up.”

As she leaned to clean the spot of his surgery, Tommy turned his head and stared into her beautiful eyes, straight to her heart and soul. Wondering if she would allow him to kiss her, almost asking for permission. His hand came to rest to the side of her head, fingers intertwining in her hair… closing his eyes, he let his lips fan over hers, barely touching, teasing, burning and waking up every nerve in her body.

And when their mouths finally collided, time stopped and the fucking world could’ve exploded and they wouldn’t have noticed.

“Just what the doctor ordered.” The corner of his lips turned upwards and small lines formed around his blue eyes as he pulled in his nurse for another kiss.

“Tommy…” she whispered trying to catch her breath, easier than trying to ask her heartbeat to normalize.

“Tell me this isn’t a one side feeling?”

The feeling of his hands cupping her face close to his, made ir harder to shook her head. “No, it’s not that… is just that this isn’t professional. I’m your nurse.”

“Perfect, you’re fired then.” He joked, pulling her down for another kiss.

He would be forever grateful with her for those days when she was all the company he got, for the long talks, and making his most miserable time feel lighter. For encouraging him to walk again and do his exercises.

For being there for him.

He never imagined tragedy would take him to the place where he would meet love and compassion in the same person. He would get his head smashed a hundred more times just to be with her.

After getting more kisses, because he swore the doctor prescribed them, Tommy gave her the envelope with her payment and she almost fainted she saw it. It was more money than she could expect to see in months of working non stop.

“This is too much, I can’t accept it.”

“Y/N you stayed with me when I needed it the most, didn’t ask questions… no amount of money could ever really pay what you gave me.”

He was determined to go back home, promised the doctors he would take it easy and after watching his health improvement, he was discharged earlier than expected. But of course he was planning to have someone taking care of him.

***

Y/N couldn’t believe this was the correct address she was given. Taking a double look at the mansion before her, she swallowed hard.

But the address written on the paper Tommy gave her, was correct. After finishing her shift at the Hospital that day, she would be joining him at home.

Knocking on the heavy door, Y/N waited smoothing her uniform a petite woman in a black and white uniform opened the door. The look the woman gave her up and down made Y/N feel uneasy, worried there was something wrong with her.

“Mr. Shelby hired me to.-”

“I know who he is, I don’t understand why they sent someone lik-” shaking her head, she moved to the side as Polly approached them.

“Thank you so much for showing up earlier, he has been asking for you, I’m Polly.” She gave the nurse a candid smile and looking then at the maid, she added; “Mary please prepare her something to eat.”

“That won’t be necessary Mrs. Gray, I had breakfast after finishing my shift, but thank you.”

Polly guided her around the house, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Thank you for taking care of our Tom all of this time…” Showing her where was the kitchen, the bathroom, everything she might need.

“Is alright, don’t worry about that.”

“I’ve work to do, but I’ll give you a phone number where you can find me if anything urgent comes up, there’s also a driver and a car outside in case you need to use it.” They both walked a long hall, the house was decorated immediately. “My nephew has been talking about you.” She gave the nurse a knowing look. “Something changed, but not something physical, something inside, you gave him his heart back.”

As Polly opened the door to Tommy’s bedroom, Y/N found him playing with his son in bed, bare chest moving the child up and down in the air, his small giggles echoed through the room.

The image didn’t only made its way through her eyes, it went straight to the heart.

*******

And sorry it got long! I couldn’t stop writing for these two… your feedback is always highly appreciated and treasured ♥️ it means the world to me! Thank you for reading.

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God, That's Good!

Chapter 6: Interlude (The Contest)

The night after the events with Pentious and the Beadle, Lucifer is celebrating; this leads to an intimate moment with Alastor.

Tags: DRUNK KISS, SUGGESTIVENESS

Listen I'm sorry that this is the shortest chapter so far but I will say- FINALLY!!!! I needed a bit of exposition for their relationship to progress down the line (aka the events of the next like 6 chapters LOL), so this is just a tiny little thing but I hope everyone loves it like my beloved @fraugwinska did xD I LOVE YOU MY FRIEND

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Lucifer’s dark mood after the conversation with the Beadle was short-lived after he caught his glimpse of Charlie.

It broke his heart to know that she didn’t recognize him. The wave she had sent his way was polite and nothing more, something expected of a young woman in society when meeting someone she didn’t know. He hoped she would have picked up on it, the similarities in the blue of their eyes, the slope of their noses, the natural rosiness of their cheeks. But she simply regarded him as one would any other passer-by on the streets, standing next to what had to be Sera’s daughter, just as prim and proper as the Beadle herself. He could still see that Charlie was different from them- still a proper young lady, but she held herself with the air of someone confident but not arrogant; kind but not naive. Despite the lack of his and Lilith’s input she had grown well, the way he had wanted her to. She was in Sera’s care but not under her spell like her daughter seemed to be, soft spoken and mild mannered and likely never having stepped out of line before. 

Regardless of his disappointment with Charlie not recognizing him, there was hope- the Beadle would come to his barbershop. Whether she brought Adam with her that first time or not, his plan was in motion. As soon as she was in his shop, alone, he would… he would…  Lucifer knew what he wanted- revenge- but the thought of actually taking a life was daunting. But truly, nothing else would be enough; to have Sera and Adam imprisoned would be inconsequential after the ways that they ruined his life. To simply take Charlie back, not even knowing if she would believe that he was her father, was impossible with her being a grown woman now.

No, the only fitting punishment for them would be death, and at his own hands.

This was his determination hours ago, on the walk back to Fleet Street with Alastor. He had let excitement creep in that his plan would be coming to fruition in the near future, as soon as Sera came to ‘check out the establishment’ for Adam. He couldn’t have wished for better luck after his lifetime of misfortune, that Adam was so dependent still on Sera’s approval and help. She had been the daughter of one of the late Judge Cain’s close friends, always coming around to their home but never really interacting with himself and Adam. Truly he had thought she was smarter than to remain close to Adam, to go along with his scheme when Lucifer had been imprisoned, but her miscalculation in judgment would lend itself well to his plans.

For now, he was celebrating- Alastor had given his permission to pilfer a bottle of rye from the bar that he had been nursing for a while sans glass. He couldn’t keep the dopey smile off his face, pulling a book from the shelf in an attempt to distract himself, keep from ‘brooding’ as Alastor called it. He hadn’t turned the page in a solid fifteen minutes, so enraptured with his thoughts that he could hardly follow the tale of the British detective he was reading. His face felt… fuzzy, from the inside rather than from the stubble of a late shave. His cheeks were pleasantly flushed, fingers tingling with the urge to do something other than hold his book in one hand, bottle of liquor in the other.

“Lucifer,” he hears Alastor call from across the room. “You’re brooding again.”

“M’not,” Lucifer says, his words only slurred the slightest bit. “I’m celebrating!”

“Hmm. I must say, they look quite similar and seem to affect you the same way- you’ve been staring into the fire for ages, you’ve hardly read your book.” He gives Lucifer a soft smile, the dancing flames making his eyes look almost red rather than their usual brown. “Why don’t you pop that back onto the shelf and head to bed?”

Lucifer knows that he’s right- any further drinking tonight will only put him further out of it and ensure that he was not in commission tomorrow. That wouldn’t do, as he had had several members of the crowd today asking where they could come to him for a shave and if his luck held out, he would have customers in the morning. He grumbles his compliance, standing from his armchair and only wobbling slightly as he made his way across the room with the book in hand. He passes Alastor, puts the book where it belong, and starts to bid him a good night while turning to cross the living area back towards his room.

He trips on his own feet- on Alastor’s feet? He couldn’t tell- and ends up half-sprawled across Alastor’s chair, smacking his head rather hard on the taller’s man’s shoulder. He manages rather quickly to get his hands back under him, bringing his knee to the edge of the chairs seat to get enough leverage to push back and put some distance between them again. His breath catches when the motion puts his face scant inches from Alastor’s. And Alastor’s eyes are wide, his lips parted, a shaky breath escaping from between them while his fingers clench on the arm of the chair. 

He doesn’t know why he does it. And his thoughts and actions feel traitorous so close to his home with Lilith, as even though she had been dead for years the memory of her loss was fresh. It still sat heavy in his chest like a stone, hardly able to even glance at the ceiling before the pang of it hit him and had him blinking back tears. But the more he drank the more he found his eyes drifting over to Alastor, running over his frame from top to bottom and lingering on his face, his hands, the folds of his clothing and what they could possibly be hiding underneath. He couldn’t deny that he was intrigued by the man, attracted to him in a way that was confusing while he dealt with his grief. 

Regardless- he kisses him, the adrenaline of the day surging back through Lucifer’s body as their mouths make contact, and fuck, it had been so long since he had felt the touch of another person like this. His time in prison had been lonely, lacking any sort of real connection with any of the other inmates, insufficient personal time in most cases to deal with the occasional unwanted arousal. So when Alastor gasps into his mouth, the book he had been reading clattering to the floor as that hand comes up to fist in Lucifer’s shirt, all logical thought leaves his head. He settles more fully onto his knees to free up a hand, carding his fingers lightly through Alastor’s dark hair. When a noise rumbles forth from Alastor’s chest, low and guttural, he shifts; legs moving in such a way that he can rest his knees on either side of Alastor’s thighs, letting him take the weight off his arms completely. He uses the hand not in Alastor’s hair to cup his cheek and tilt for a better angle, cautiously letting his tongue dip into the other man’s mouth to see how it would be received. 

Alastor’s breath stutters, his hands tracing down Lucifer’s chest and coming around to rest on his hips, pulling him closer, pulling him down- 

The resulting contact makes his body jerk, his bottom lip sliding across one of Alastor’s incisors; the tang of iron hits him, such a stark contrast to the sweet taste of Alastor’s mouth that it rips him out of his stupor. He pulls back as Alastor’s eyes are fluttering open, gaze honing in on the slow drip of the new wound on Lucifer’s lip. He pulls his hands from Alastor’s hair like he’s been burned- he had crossed a line, this guy was essentially his landlord, and if Alastor saw fit to kick him out he would be so completely and utterly fucked-

Alastor releases his shirt, his thumb swiping gently across Lucifer’s lip and smearing the blood away. “Perhaps,” he says lowly, “we take a step back for the night, yes?”

Relief washes over him like ice water, cooling the flames that taken him over when Alastor had responded to the kiss. There’s a bit of disappointment there, too- it had been a fantastic kiss- but he knows it’s for the best with the alcohol still coursing in his veins. He doesn’t want to do anything to make Alastor uncomfortable, whether it resulted in his being kicked out or not. “You’re right,” Lucifer says, and he finally stands from the chair. “I’m- fuck, I’m sorry, Alastor.” He sways a bit where he stands, Alastor’s outlines almost fuzzy where he ended and the room began. “I shouldn’t have-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” He takes Lucifer’s hand, brushing his lips across his knuckles, making something deep in Lucifer’s chest ache, his heart beating faster. “I was… surprised, but it was not unwelcome. But I think it best if we revisit when you’re not intoxicated.”

Lucifer nods, taking his hand back from Alastor. “Of course. Yes, if you still- I suppose, if we both are still-” He stumbles over his words trying to get his meaning across- that if Alastor is still receptive to his advances after tonight, if Lucifer isn’t so overcome with guilt once his mind in free of the influence of the rye, that they can come back to this moment that they’ve shared, the memory of the kiss once against igniting a heat in his blood that had him blushing like a schoolgirl as his body reacted to it. “Right. Understood. I- goodnight then,” he stammers as he notices Alastor watching his lips move around the words, eyes glazed and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, cheeks just as flushed as Lucifer’s.

He manages to make it across the room this time without stumbling over his own feet, down the short set of stairs to the guest room that Alastor had invited him to stay in. He flings himself onto the bed, not bothering to undress- afraid that the temptation the devil on his shoulder whispered to him would be too great to resist if he disrobed. He lays atop the sheets with his pulse pounding in his ears, too slowly falling into into dreams that featured the soft sounds that Alastor had made beneath him.

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[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Nursing (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You decide to have your mother-in-law come and give a lecture to your class, but woe to the heckler who incurs her wrath

Tagging: @floydsmuse Meggy, I hope you're good with it, but the entire time I wrote this I was picturing Emma from White Christmas as Patricia and could literally hear her voice as I wrote it (lol).

Warnings: Pregnancy, college admin being a sexist moron, misogynistic remarks, etc.

"You nervous Pat?" you asked as the three of you made your way towards the science buildings on campus.

"Not in the least (y/n)," Pat answered confidently. "I've had to give numerous lectures in the past and have yet to face one that I couldn't do. How about yourself? How are things?"

"I'm tired," you answered.

"I tried that home remedy you suggested the other day Ma," Calvin answered. "The one with the raw ginger?"

"Did it help with the morning sickness?" Pat asked.

"Morning sickness, yes but the fatigue is a different story," Cal said.

"A mug full of chamomile tea in the morning will do you good," Patricia explained. "Did it with every single one of my kids and it hasn't failed me since."

The three of you had at last arrived at Franklin Hall, a tall, imposing gothic monstrosity of a building that looked more like a medieval church than a reputable college institution. Here was where the science classes were all held, chemistry, biology, anatomy and physiology as well as the nursing courses that you taught.

"You gonna be able to make it this afternoon?" you asked Calvin as he handed Six-Thirty and his leash off to you.

"I'll make it," Calvin promised. "Dr. Powers and I will both be there after our classes get out at twelve. But after that I need you down to the cafeteria so you can get something to eat. I don't want you faint in the middle of the lecture."

You chuckled and kissed your husband, even as Six-Thirty nudged your belly with his nose. "Now you knock that off," you told the dog. "That's Daddy's job."

Calvin smiled as he gave you one last hug, his hands trailing to the slightly evident bump that had shown up overnight. He couldn't feel the baby kicking quite yet, but you knew that when he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

"Good luck Sweetpea," he said, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "I'll see you at noon."

"I'll see you then."

Cal pulled open the heavy oak and iron doors, letting you, Six-Thirty and his mother in first before he followed you both down the hall. He headed straight for the chemistry labs with Dr. Powers while you and Pat headed for the anatomy lecture room.

Your girls were all awaiting in the room, each one in their lab coats, chattering away as you and Pat took yours from the rack. "Good morning ladies," you chirped.

"GOOD MORNING PROFESSOR EVANS!" they chimed in.

"Alright ladies," you announced, taking your place in the lecture pit. "We've got our demonstration today at noon and to prepare, I've brought a little guest to help. So without further adieu, I present to you all, my mother-in-law, Patricia Evans."

"Thank you sweetheart," Patricia said, taking her place at the stand. "Alright ladies, none of the usual bullshit this morning. Lets get down to business....."

********************

"So am I technically doing this right?" the eighteen year old asked Calvin.

"Yep, you're good," Calvin assured him. "Just let it drip into the beaker and let it do its thing."

Calvin absolutely loved working with the eager, fresh-faced students who had come from all the local high schools in the area. To him it meant being able to get back to basics, to go back to the roots of chemistry and to teach them from the ground up. He loved when they got creative with their notebooks, drawing colorful pictures and diagrams and experimented with their handwriting. Any other professor would have turned their noses up at it, but Calvin and Anthony Powers absolutely loved it.

"Hey Professor Evans?"

"What's up Frank?"

"Remind me again what color the fluids are supposed to be again after they've boiled?"

"It's supposed to be pale pink," Calvin answered. "What color is it now?"

"It's a dark pink."

"Let it go another five to ten minutes but no more than that," Calvin instructed.

He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was ten minutes till noon. As soon as he had the chance, Calvin ordered everyone to clean up and to put their experiments in the glass cabinets until tomorrow. He dropped his lab coat in the laundry and made his way down to the other end of the wing, eager to hear and see your demonstration.

*******************

"..........Now these particular tests are quite easy, but determining the results can be a real hassle," Patricia explained to the audience. "Back in the day you wouldn't have thought to test the patient's blood at all and half the time you'd wait until really, truly, severe symptoms appeared......."

"Your mother's a knowledgeable lady that's for sure," Dr. Powers remarked to Calvin, the two of them sitting higher up from the pit.

"Knowledgeable isn't even the half of it," Calvin whispered back to him. "You should see when she really gets going."

"Now after the blood test has been done," Patricia continued to explained. "It's best to continue the treatment as is, until further notice or until the results come in and then determine the course of action therewith."

"Sounds like a brilliant plan," someone in the crowd spoke. "Coming from a woman."

The entire room fell so silent one would have been able to hear a dog whistle. "I'm sorry?' Patricia enquired.

"It just seems funny to me to think that you know more than the doctors on this campus," the grey-haired young man said to her. "After all, nursing is one of the lesser sciences."

Calvin wide-eyed and made a face, Dr. Powers groaning and running his hands over his chubby, round face. "Oh no, he didn't," Powers groaned.

"Brace yourself, this shitshow's about to get worse," Calvin warned him under his breath.

You and Patricia glanced at each other, your mother-in-law noticing the way your jaw clenched and how your posture stiffened.

"Young man do you work here?" she asked.

"Well......yes but I....."

"And to what department do you belong?" Patricia questioned sharply.

"Well, the medical arts," the young man replied. "You see I had studied at the Harvard Medical College and......."

"Oh and Ivy Leaguer huh?" Patricia said. "Tell me now, have you ever stitched up a man with shrapnel flying around you in all directions?"

"No I......."

"Have you ever had to repair a torn aorta in a tent before?"

"No I......"

"What about trenchfoot?" Patricia questioned again. "Ever had to deal with any of that?"

"No ma'am I......"

"Then I wouldn't consider you much of a doctor in that case," Patricia scoffed.

"Now ma'am you see here for a moment!"

"Young man, I had to earn my stripes in the middle of a shelled out church in France, rearraigning men's guts day after day while everywhere else was having the living daylights pounded out of them," Patricia snapped. "So until you yourself have been there, I suggest you sit up a little straighter, keep your legs crossed, shut your mouth and mind your own business!"

The young man cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, as did everyone else including Six-Thirty who was in the corner at your feet. Not a single soul in that lecture hall dared to make another snide comment to Patricia Evans or to you.

***************

"Well that went a little better than expected," Patricia commented as you, her and Cal made your way up the little brick path to the house. "Although I could've done without Mr. Ivy Leaguer there making those snide remarks."

"I saw him cross his legs the minute you snapped Ma," Calvin chuckled, unlocking the door.

"My apologies, but the damn fool had it coming," Patricia remarked. "Besides, if that had been your father, he would have said things that would have Ulysses S. Grant himself rolling over in his grave."

"Or blushing in most cases," you chuckled.

You both entered the house, the place warm and cozy as ever with the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. One could say whatever they liked about Henry Evans Jr., but the man was a damn good cook.

Henry and Pat both conversed about the happenings of the day while you and Cal enjoyed their company. All of you laughed at the lecture incident, but when Calvin looked at you and mouthed a silent "I love you", you couldn't help but lean into him, one arm round you and the warmth of your husband surrounding you.

[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson ten

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: aaaand that’s a wrap! (sort of 👀) i just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has read or reblogged or commented anything on this series. it’s been something totally out of my comfort zone compared to what i usually write lol and it’s been hard sometimes to want to stick with it but i have done (somehow!!) 🥺 but stick around for the alternative ending coming soon 👀😮‍💨

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, fluff, happy ending

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, MAY 1993

The school year had soon run its course and was coming to the end, the summer break right around the corner but not before the big end of year senior prom. It had been a big year for you, with its ups and its downs, but you were looking forward to your first summer in Hawkins, you couldn’t lie.

You had your dress picked out, something simple yet formal enough to chaperone at a high school prom. It was a long and a deep red, with capped sleeves at the shoulders, the fitted material fitting you perfectly. Every time you caught a glance of it hung up in your wardrobe, your mind would drift to seeing Steve in a tux for the first time.

It was silly really. You felt like you were getting ready for your own senior prom, rather than one at a school where you taught at.

The evening soon rolled around and you were sat on your couch, patiently waiting for your ride to pick you up. Your car was in the shop, much to your dismay, your knight in shining armour had saved the day.

The knock soon came at your apartment door, the man standing behind it wore a suit with a simple black bow tie, his hair perfectly tousled, wire frame glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his mouth hanging open for way, way too long.

“Wow,” he breathed, “you look—,”

“Is it too much?” you blurted out, feeling a tad overdressed as you made your way to the passenger side of the car. Steve held your hand as you lowered yourself into the cream leather seat.

“No, God, no,” he insisted, leaning down with you so you could see the bashful smile on his face, “it’s perfect, I promise, you look perfect.”

~

The prom was in full swing, students dolled up and suited and booted dotted across the school gym as the music blared and the lights strobed. The teachers were spread across different corners of the gym, hands stuffed in pockets or nursing a red solo cup filled with punch, on-looking the students on the dancefloor.

Robin sauntered over to Steve, slinging her suited arm over his shoulder, coming in close before she spoke.

“You all set for tonight? Big plan still in action?” Robin joked, her hand patting Steve’s shoulder as she spoke.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed the frames of his glasses back up his nose, “Please don’t call it a ‘big plan’, it makes it sound like some kind of scheme, Robin.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed, taking a sip from her cup, “I’d wish you good luck, Steve but I don’t think you’ll need it. Not from the way she’s been trying to sneak a glance at you everytime she thinks you’re not looking all night.” Robin said all cocky as she nodded over to where you were standing.

Steve tried not to let that linger in his mind too much, tried not to think about how he was doing the exact same thing to you all night. Teachers and students kept you away from him with their short conversations and jokes but Steve was damned if he was going to let that from carrying out his plan tonight.

As it got a little later, a little quieter, Steve finally found a minute to sneak up behind you, his large hand hovering over your back as he leaned in to ask, ‘You wanna get out of here?’

You snorted at the question and the implication of it, “You don’t wanna see who gets crowned Prom King and Queen, Mr. H?” you said with a smirk, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Not really my scene,” Steve said casually, “come on, there’s a great little diner just outside of town that does the best milkshakes. You’re telling me that doesn’t sound amazing right now?”

You couldn’t lie, that did sound amazing and so that’s how you found yourself sat on the hood of the burgundy BMW, strawberry milkshake in hand as the neon diner sign blinked in the dark sky. Steve’s dinner jacket thrown around your shoulders as the cool spring air nipped at your skin.

The space between you was silent, but a comfortable silence. The only sound around was the occasional car driving past and the hum of the radio of Steve’s car. It wasn’t until the next song ticked over that Steve made his first move,

Friday I’m in Love by The Cure began to flow throughout the speakers and out through the windows as Steve held his hand out to you, a coy smile on his face as he asked, “Dance with me?”

You placed your hand in his and you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your cheeks. He pulled you close, his hands held you at your waist whilst you tentatively slung yours over his broad shoulders. He swayed you back and forth in the diner parking lot, not giving a single damn about the funny looks you might be getting.

You giggled at the situation you found yourself in and Steve’s ears immediately pricked up at the sound, “What’s so funny?” he asked, voice quiet like he was afraid to disturb the peaceful moment between you.

“Oh, nothing,” you insisted, your mascara covered lashes fluttering against your cheeks, “I’ve just never slow danced to The Cure before and definitely never in a parking lot, either.”

“First time for everything,” Steve said so casually, so coolly, “and hey, it’s a good song!” He took your one hand in his now, as he span you around and back in again singing along to the words of Robert Smith.

Your hand hit Steve’s firm chest as he span you around again as he sang the words, “It’s Friday, I’m in love.” He couldn’t help but grin at you but you could only hide your bashful smile in Steve’s shoulder.

“Come on,” he cooed, “don’t get all shy on me now.” Steve dropped your hand now but let his long fingers tuck themselves under your chin so he could bring your gaze back to him.

You blinked up at him, all bright eyed and hopeful as if Steve’s eyes held all the answers. You whispered out a ‘sorry’ and you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall to his pretty pink lips.

“Can I try something?” He asked, voice as smooth as velvet. The way his fingers moved from your chin to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, how they lingered by your neck before they finally cupped your cheek, it told you that just maybe, you may be on the same page.

And so you nodded, laying your hands flat on his chest, waiting for what was coming. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed as Steve leaned in, his warm breath tickling your lips as he brushed them against your own.

The kiss was everything you ever could have dreamed of. Soft and sweet as the butterflies churned in your stomach, the metaphorical sparks igniting as Steve pulled you in closer with every second that went by. You felt as giddy as a teenager that was experiencing her first kiss, like it was your first date with your high school sweetheart, like it was your own senior prom.

Steve made you breathless and your knees weak. It was like all the feelings you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have came bubbling back up to the surface, pouring out through your kiss. Nothing else mattered right now, except for you and Steve, standing in the middle of the diner parking lot.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” Steve breathed against your lips when you finally managed to pull yourself away from him long enough, “it’s been driving me crazy.”

You grinned before your bottom lip found its way between your teeth, your brain doing its best to muster up a quip in reply. Especially when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Steve again.

“Is that so?” you teased, fingers drawing circles over the material of Steve’s shirt, you could see the blush creeping on his cheeks underneath the neon lights, “well there’s more where that came from if you agree to take me out on a date. What do you say, Mr. H?”

[z-iridest]

Hi, can you do a pov of the yu-gi-oh boys finding out you’re pregnant

(I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO! I love this idea, Anon! {as if I didn't have a good enough excuse to have baby fever XD})

Finding Out You're Pregnant (Yu-Gi-Oh Boys x Female reader)

Yugi Moto

If Yugi's being honest with himself, he's always dreamed of having a family with you since the two of you started dating five years prior

But, since you wanted to wait until the two of you were married, he respected that wish, showing his affection in any way he could think of (flowers just because, kisses and hugs and gentle touches that he knew made you melt)

Once the two of you were married, though...

Let's just say that night was pretty damn spicy

Fast forward about 2 months

You'd been feeling extremely nauseous lately, most days beginning either with that feeling or by throwing up.

When talking to Téa about your symptoms, she suggested taking a pregnancy test

Yugi, like the sweetheart he is, waited outside your shared bathroom, pacing a little bit

He couldn't help it, he was nervous!

But, when you came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and showed him the test result, he went from nervous to elated.

"We're gonna have a baby... We're gonna be parents!"

Does one of those moves where he picks you up and spins you before kissing you and your stomach

Good luck convincing Yugi to get you to do anything for the next 6 months or so lol, he can and will pamper you during your pregnancy

Yami Yugi/ Pharaoh Atem

Unlike Yugi, he hadn't really given kids much thought

But, he noticed the way your eyes lingered on children running past while the two of you were dating

After about two years, the question came up in a conversation the two of you had about the future

He admitted that he hadn't thought about it, but that he loved you and if he were to have children, he wanted them to be with you

About 2 years later, the two of you were married, and anxiously waiting for the results of a pregnancy test

Atem held you close, in that moment, he felt nervous

Even if that result did pop up with a positive, that wouldn't mean that he would be a good father...

When you saw the results, you were thrilled, but you saw the doubt in his eyes

You snapped him out of his thoughts with a touch, reminding him of the feats he's accomplished, and that any child would be lucky to have him as a father

It didn't really hit for him until he got to hold the baby in his arms 9 months later

The nurse had showed him how to hold a baby before placing the little one in his arms

It was pretty hilarious seeing him tense up with a look like a deer in headlights

But... The more he held the baby in his arms, the softer that look became and the more relaxed he was

"I promise my son/daughter... I'll do everything I can to protect you" He promised before gently kissing the baby's forehead

Overall, just a big softie for his little prince/princess

Joey Wheeler

Believe me, with all my heart, I wanna say that Joey was calm and collected when he found out, but... He wasn't (the picture is pretty close to his reaction, honestly)

Joey has always wanted kids, don't get me wrong

Buuuut, he wasn't expecting to have kids this early

For context, you guys were two years into the relationship, but you'd used protection

The only problem is that the one specific time in question fell into the 3 percentile that condoms aren't effective....

He was in a panic when he found out

"Huh?! But, we used protection an' all dat... Didn't we?"

When he looked at you, you were crying, which only made him panic more

"No, no, no, baby, don't cry. It's gonna be all right. We'll figure this out togetha, I promise."

True to his word, he was at every Dr's appointment, every checkup, and at your side every moment of the delivery

All the while during the pregnancy, much like Atem, he was extremely nervous about being a father

He didn't exactly have the best father to compare to....

But, all those doubts faded away when that baby was placed in his arms for the first time

He smiled softly, a smile that told you he was gonna be a sucker for his kid

Good luck getting the baby away from him, because he wants to be there all the time

Seto Kaiba

As for Kaiba....

He's a CEO and a Duel Monsters Champion, he doesn't have time for kids

Except for Mokuba, but that's his brother...

So, when you found out you were pregnant, you were understandably nervous and afraid

Afraid that the worst would happen, that Seto would leave you and want nothing to do with his child

While your fears were understandable, you forgot that Seto Kaiba has a soft spot for his loved ones, you especially

You tried to avoid him, but a couple days of that had him pinning you against the wall in his office to get you to talk to him

He was worried about you, and asked you what was going on, telling you to be honest with him

He was more alarmed when you broke down

Through tears, you told him you were pregnant, and he was the father

He held you close to him, his heart breaking when you begged him not to leave you

"I'm not going anywhere." He made you look at him. "I won't lie, the thought of being a father scares me... But, I promise, I'm going to do everything I can to be the best father I can be."

Seto Kaiba is, above all things, a man of his word

When Seto wasn't around, Mokuba helped you out, and you better believe that baby's been spoiled since before their birth...

Once he held the baby for the first time (ngl, the sight of his giraffe self cradling a tiny baby is both endearing and hilarious), it was hook, line and sinker

Safe to say, he ended up being a better father than he gave himself credit for

(Again, I'm SO sorry this took a while! But, hopefully you enjoy it!)

[citrusrei]

In This Lifetime.

Joel Miller x Reader 18+ MDNI Summary: You might have fallen for a man before the world went to hell. He might have fell for you too. Genre: lil dash of angst maybe, Smut, Fluff TLOU!Universe Word Count: 4.6k Warnings: Pre-Outbreak!Joel, slight violence, smut (piv ~unprotected~, fingering, hand jobs, oral m receiving, creampies ig, vocal dirty joel), age gap (reader is 22, joel is 36) good Ol’ soft Joel, slightly possessive joel (yessir) i kind of combined the game universe and the show universe so it takes place in 2013 but imagine whatever joel u want lol. lemme know if i missed anythingggg

Listen to these as you read~

Pt. 1/2

AN: there is a secondary story to this which i was so torn on whether or not I should keep both parts as one or split them up but here we are. This is just kind of introductory and some back story with the lovely pair. Part 2 is already written so it’ll be up a few days after this one i hope u all enjoy it <3 <3 <3

       “You’re up, Sweetheart.”

You grabbed the pool stick closest to you and walked over to the green-topped table, leaning over it as you looked down the cue’s sights. You were obviously aware of how the tight jean skirt you were wearing rode up slightly as you bent over. You were also very aware of the Miller brother staring directly at it.  

Tommy Miller was a born flirt. You could swear that he came out of the womb talking up the nurses. What you hadn’t noticed was Tommy nudging his older brother's shoulder, quirking his eyebrow and nodding over to the show you were putting on.  

Joel glanced, taking a swig of his miller light and then looking away almost immediately. Tommy chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way over to where you were. You’d missed your shot more than a handful of times and Tommy felt bad. He leaned over your body, hands running up your waist to your arms to guide the shot. Sure enough, the solid 8 ball went right into the hole. You cheered with glee, feeling the effects of your vodka tonic. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled down to you, swaying you to some country song on the bars radio.

Joel sighed, grabbing the cue of his own and taking his turn, biting back the bile that worked its way up your throat. He hated how Tommy was so openly flirting with. He was always like that. Joel looked down the cues sights and hit. Of course, he gets it the first try. “You’re really good at this, Joel!” You said, smiling his way. Joel smiled back softly, “Not much to it.” he said humbly.  

“Well, I’m just saying. Way better than I am.”

“Yeah, well it’s your first time, right Sweetheart?” Tommy said, taking the shot in your place.

You nodded, looking at Joel again. He stared back almost shamelessly. It was always like this. The stares, the looks, the glances. The few shared words, always cordial and tamed. Joel had to have known you were into him. Who wouldn’t be? He was tall, handsome, and that slight southern drawl? Good lord. But he was also polite, and funny at times. You loved the banter between the two Miller brothers. They were quite literally opposites of each other.

You’d known the both of them for a while. You had met Tommy first at this very bar about a year ago. He’d just gotten back after being deployed for a few years and needed to wind down after time away in a foreign country. And there you were.

You were drunk that night as you and your best friends danced and sang (quite badly) to Shania Twains ‘Man I Feel Like a Woman’. What could you say? It was a guilty pleasure.

He’d been watching you for a while. Watching you laugh with your friends and reject the men who came up to you, trying their luck. He couldn’t help but introduce himself when you walked up to the bar he sat at and ordered another drink. You weren’t interested at first, but he was charming. He’d gotten your phone number fairly quick as he fed you compliments that had your cheeks blushing and your tummy tingling. You probably would have gone home with him that night had your friend Holly not gotten sick from all the sex on the beach’s she was slamming back.

A few days later he texted you, asking if you’d like to meet him at that bar. You agreed. You met up with him for drinks a few more times and then one night he asked if his brother could tag along. Another Miller? You’d already taken a liking to Tommy so you were excited to meet another one. The night you met Joel, he was so quiet and kind of brooding, you almost didn’t like him. That’s until Tommy got a little too tipsy and saw a woman he used to mess around with back in the day and left early with her.

You think Joel felt a little bad for you that night.  You weren’t too upset about it honestly. Yeah, you thought Tommy was hot but after hanging out with him so much, you only saw him as a friend. 

You and Joel actually hit it off after Tommy left. You found he was easy to talk to, which could have also been the liquid courage he’d been drinking. You learned a bit about him as the night progressed. You found out he was quite a bit older than you, you being 22 at the time. He was about 14 years older. Not that you minded. If you were honest, you’d always thought older men were sexy. He was a Father to a teenage girl, name Sarah. The light of his life. He worked as a carpenter which was also added to the appeal. He was good with his hands.  

You talked a bit about yourself. How you had a sister who was younger than you. You bonded over both being the oldest child. You’d just gotten your associates in teaching, your goal to be a preschool teacher someday. He found it admirable. You started laughing when he drunkenly brought up how teachers should be paid more and how he’d always had a crush on Sarah’s 3rd grade teacher.

“You have a nice laugh... It reminds me of wind chimes.” He spoke, almost dreamily. Like he was entranced.  

“Wind... chimes? Is that a good thing?” You said faking offense.

He nodded, sipping on his glass of whiskey, “Very good... it’s pretty to the ears.”

You laughed again, realizing Joel had no idea what he was even talking about. Joel put his hand on your thigh, gripping it lightly. Your heart rate picked up; you had drunk too much to even process anything at this point. “You’re real pretty too. Tommy can’t even see what he has in front of him.” You blinked back confusion as you tried to follow what he was saying.

“Tommy? I think that boat has sailed. He’s a friend. Nothing more.” You said, finishing off your fruity little cocktail. Joel perked up a bit, looking at you a moment before looking back down to his almost empty glass.

“Well, there has to be someone, right? Lil’ thing like you should have no trouble bringing home whoever you want to.”

You laughed for what felt like the 50th time, “I mean, is it hard? No. But... I’m kind of picky. I don’t like just anyone.” Joel stayed silent a moment, letting his hand rest on your leg. His touch seared a handprint to it, you were sure. Your stomach was going crazy and you didn’t know if it was because of him or the alcohol.  

To test the waters a bit more, you continued, “There is someone I think is alright.” You placed your hand on top of Joel’s, dragging it further up your thigh. His eyes watched intently, breathing heavily as it traveled from right above your knee, to your inner thigh and almost under your skirt before he pulled it back to his lap and cleared his throat. You sighed, flustered. You were hoping he’d get the hint but suddenly clarity ran through you and you realized you were both too inebriated to go further. If you were going to ever fuck Joel Miller, it wasn’t going to be drunk. At least for the first time.

“We should call it a night. The room is about to start spinning for me and I’m not fixin’ to throw up tonight.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Joel nodded, getting up from his chair. “I’ll call us some taxis.”

After that night, there was nothing you wanted more than for Joel to take you home and fuck you senseless. You couldn’t help it. Something in the way he wore his basic-colored tees and sipped from his drinks or even acknowledged what you said by his little grunts. He was big and muscly but not too much. You were smitten. Plus, you’d never forgotten how his strong hand rubbed up your thigh which added so much fuel to the fire. It was like a little sneak peek of what was to come. Or what you wish would come... or who.

“Alright, I need another drink. Anyone else?” Tommy said, ignoring the blatant stares between you and Joel, or if he noticed, he didn’t care. You kind of had the feeling he’s been waiting for the day you and Joel finally just got it over with.

“I’m okay.” You replied. Joel passed on another drink as well and took his turn, sinking another ball in the gutter.

“How’s Sarah doing?” Joel’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter's name being said.

“She’s doing good. Has a big math test coming up she’s been studying for. Haven’t seen her much.” You nodded, subconsciously moving closer to the man taking another shot and sinking it. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but you did wish he’d say something.  

“What about you? Got anything goin’ on?” He asked, a moment later.

“Not much. Going back to school soon. Start that teaching assistant job soon too, so that’ll be fun.” Joel smiled to you and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the sound of yelling and glasses breaking could be heard from the bar.

“Fuck you, you redneck piece of shit!” You could hear Tommy yelling as he swung at a rather large man next to him at the bar.  

Your eyes widened as you looked to Joel who was already throwing his pool cue to the table and running over to his brother.

“Hey! What the fuck is going on?” Joel yelled, pulling Tommy back by the fabric of his shirt.

“This prick has no fucking manners is what’s going on!” Tommy yelled, “He said some shit about her!” Pointing to you.

Joel’s eyes flicked to the man in question, his mood changing instantly. He was pissed. “What the fuck did you say?”

The man in front of them laughed as you weaved through the crowd to reach the brothers. You stood back, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire in case anything broke out.

The burly man chuckled, a slimy sound escaping from his throat as he repeated himself.

“I said I’d love to take a little slut like that home so she can ch-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before Joel swung on the man. He hit him so hard you could hear the crack of his jaw and he was out instantly.

“Joel!” You yelped, standing there, eyes wide open as you watched the man fall from the bar stool to the wood floor of the bar. Joel turned around, his hard eyes softening as he saw your expression. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He hushed; his words quick.

You followed Joel and Tommy out of the bar and on to the busy sidewalk. People stared as you three rushed out, slightly out of breath. The two men conversed with each other a moment before they turned back to you.

“You want me to take you home?” Joel asked. You nodded instantly, feeling the chill in the air as you hugged yourself.

The ride home was quiet. Your adrenaline was pumping and you felt antsy in your seat. You glanced around the truck and noticed Joel’s knuckles were bleeding. You sighed, “Joel... your hand.”

Joel glanced down to his hand and laughed bitterly, “Man got what he deserved. Fuck.”  

After he said that, the rest of the drive was silent. You could hear Joel breathing heavily in the driver's seat, still coming down from the high of breaking a man's jaw. As you pulled up to your apartment, you looked at him, “Do you want to come in? We should look at that hand of yours.”

He agreed and followed you inside. You sat Joel down on the toilet as you kneeled in front of him, dabbing his knuckles with a wet washcloth. He winced a few times and you backed off a moment before continuing. After wiping the dried blood and applying some ointment and bandages, you looked up to Joel to thank him. He shook his head, smiling lightly, “Don’t worry about it. Like I said... he deserved it. Makes my blood boil just thinkin’ about it.”

You subconsciously started tapping his knee as you were still kneeling before him. “Either way... I appreciate it. Is it bad that I was kind of curious as to what he was going to say?”

A quick breath left Joel’s mouth as he studied your wound work, “I think I wouldn’t have stopped had I let him finish.” His voice was deep and serious. It sent chills down your spine. You don’t doubt that he wouldn’t have stopped. The protectiveness of the Miller family is unmatched. It gave you butterflies to know you have someone who would stick up for you like that.

A moment of quietness passed before Joel spoke, changing the subject.

“Do you remember that night a few months ago at the bar? The night Tommy ditched us?”

You smiled, rising to your feet to wash your hands. “Of course, I do. Although, I’m not sure how. I was pretty wasted that night.” Joel smiled too, recalling it.  

“That night,” he began, “When you said there was someone you thought was ‘alright’... Ah, never mind.”

You finished washing your hands and looked at Joel, “I meant you.”

His head snapped to meet your gaze. He already knew the answer but hearing it out loud meant it was real and not just him lost in his thoughts, fantasizing. Hoping he was the one you were talking about. He felt kind of silly. Being his big age, having a crush on a younger woman, and acting like a kid about it. He didn’t know why he didn’t just go up and ask, or flirt back more. Hell, all the times you’d flaunt your body with the short skirts, or the low-cut tops showing just the right amount of cleavage, or even more.  Or all the times you’d run your hand across his back and smile at him, eyes twinkling with a something a bit more than being friendly. Joel knew. He knew you were into him and he never said anything. Maybe some banter back if he was drinking enough, but nothing else.  

And that night at the bar. You leading his hand up your skirt sent Joel into a panic. He was so close to something and he pulled away. Why? Joel knew he was handsome; he had a charm to him. He wasn’t inexperienced or desperate but you made him nervous. He’d been on a couple of dates since his divorce but with raising a teenage daughter and his business with Tommy, they were far and few. And here you were. Beautiful, funny, nice and laughing at his dad jokes? What a catch you were.

“Does that surprise you?” You remarked, “I thought I was bit obvious.”  

Joel came to and started laughing lightly, “I guess I am a bit surprised.” He stood up and walked to you, confidence finding him more and more every second that passed. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flushed against his body. “I should have kept going that night. You got me curious.”

Your eyebrow quirked up to the older man, “Oh yeah? Curious about what?”

“About what exactly you wanted to show me under that skirt of yours that night. I’ve been thinking about it almost every night when I’m home... only one awake. It’s been driving me kind of crazy if I’m being honest with you.” He said breathlessly, the dirty talk already affecting him.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he held you, telling you he’d been thinking of you, probably touching himself every night. Little did he know you were doing the same. The memory of his hand being inches from where you wanted him most that night could send you into a frenzy.  

Joel leaned into you, hovering over your mouth. You could feel his breath fan across your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his hand working its way up from your waist, over the swell of your breast, to your neck. “You don’t even have to ask.” You said, closing the distance between the two of you. Joel kissed you back desperately. Like he’d been waiting for this for a lifetime. He was handsy and unorganized in the way he roamed your body, grabbing where he could as if you’d float away. His hands flew under your top, pawing at the skin of your tummy and further to your lacy bra.

The kiss deepened as Joel’s tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like the liquor he’d been drinking and it was intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough. You sucked on his tongue as his hands went behind you, unclasping the bra under your shirt. “Take both off.” He demanded, breaking away from the sloppy kiss. Your hands left his body as you rid yourself of everything on top, hands flying down to shimmy out of the jean skirt you were wearing too. Joel followed in suit, shedding his flannel and grey tee underneath. He was so toned, your mouth watered at the sight. His skin was tanned from working in the sun, muscles peeking through. You grabbed him again, pulling him back to you as you peppered little kisses across his chest to his neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. Joel groaned, sending a wave of pleasure down to your pussy. You could feel your cunt gush as you clenched around nothing. You couldn’t help but moan back as Joel grunted in your ear. His hands behind you again, running down the length of your back and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze. He pulled you into him again. You could feel the hardness of his length poking you through the jeans he had on. Your hands dropped from his arms to the zipper of his jeans, shakily trying to rid him of them. You got frustrated and pushed Joel to the sink, dropping to your knees before him, finally unzipping his pants and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck... what a pretty sight this is.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you grinned innocently, reaching for his cock in his boxers. “Want you in my mouth. Can I?” You asked, freeing his needy length. The tip was red and leaking already. You craved it just from the sight.

“Wanna suck my cock, baby girl?” You nodded, stroking his dick up and down slowly, teasing him a bit. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

You took Joel in between your lips, finally tasting the salty liquid that leaked from his tip. It was ecstasy. You felt feral. Already addicted to the taste of this man you’ve been pining for for months. “Ah, fuck. Feel’s so f-fucking nice, baby. Suck me off.” Joel’s dirty words went straight to your cunt which was dripping by now. Your panties stuck to you uncomfortably and all you wanted to do was have him rip them off you. You continued your ministries on his dick, bobbing your head up and down along the shaft, taking breaks to suck his on his balls. Sloppy, wet noises you’d normally be embarrassed of echoing in the room only dampening your panties further. Joel loved it. He was a mess in your hands as he moaned and grunted, weaving his fingers through your hair as he pushed you lower on to his cock. “Take me so well, mm- fuck. Such a good girl.” Joel hissed through gritted teeth. Your free hand flew to your underwear, rubbing the swollen bud, feverishly. Relief flooding through you as you finally got some contact. Joel noticed and pulled you from his shaft to your feet, kissing you hungrily. He could taste himself on your tongue as he sucked on it. His hand replaced yours in your panties, his finger rubbing small but intense circles on your clit.  

“Fuck, J-Joel.” You moaned into his open mouth, bucking your hips into him.  

“Is baby girl getting desperate? Need something more?” he asked, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him.  

“Yes, please. N-Need you in me.” You begged. Joel smiled, kissing you again. He continued the kiss a moment, slowing his rhythm on your needy bud. “Say please for me again, darling.” You whined, rolling your hips against Joel’s fore finger for just a bit more friction.  

“Joel, please fuck me.” Joel grinned against your lips as he removed his hand from your underwear and grabbed your wrist, leading you to your room. Once in it, Joel removed the rest of his clothes, stroking his hard cock a few times. “On the bed.” He demanded. You were instantly on mattress, freshly made this morning about to be wrecked. You shimmied out of your panties, throwing them to the side. You spread your legs as you laid against your headboard, showing Joel how wet you truly were. Your fingers slid from your breast downwards past your stomach to your slick, rubbing your clit slowly as Joel watched you. He watched with hungry eyes, literally on the edge of imploding if he wasn’t inside of you within the next 30 seconds. Joel crawled on to the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you to where he was. “You’re so fucking pretty. So. Pretty.” He said, slapping his heavy cock against the place you needed him the most. You moaned, your head falling back against the pillow underneath you. “Please. Put it in. Please, please.” Joel breathed out a breathy laugh, running his tip between the lips of your pussy, coating his length in yourself.  

“Been wantin’ this for a long time, baby girl.” He said, leaning down to kiss you once more. “Are you ready?” You nodded, feeling as though you were being tortured. Joel guided himself into you with a grunt. He pushed himself past your walls, cursing under his breath, finally feeling your warmth. “f-fuck...” he sobbed out, breath whooshing from his lungs. This was affecting him as much or maybe even more than you. “So fucking nice. Better than I could have imagined.”  

You moaned again, wrapping your arms around Joel as he began fucking into you. He started at a good pace, taking his time with his thrusts. Your legs linked around him, drawing him in closer. Joel could feel it, just how deep he was in you. It drove him mad. His movements stuttered as he repositioned himself in you, picking up speed. Each thrust hit that spongey part inside, causing you to see white hot spots, “fuck, Joel! I’m so close.” You cried out, gripping the back of his neck to hold yourself still.

Joel moaned, thrusting faster now, “Me too, baby girl. Fuck... S-So fucking close.” He grabbed your legs from him, spreading them further apart as he fucked you senselessly. A few more of those thrusts and you were coming undone, his name spilling from your lips over and over again like a broken record. Pressure built in the pit of your stomach and exploded. Your mind went blank and you could only focus on the sensation of his big cock stretching you out so fucking perfectly. “Yes, darlin’. Come for me. Come on my dick.” Joel grunted. His pattern stuttered again and slowed; he was coming too.  “Take it baby girl. Take my cum. It’s all for you.” Joel winced; his jaw tight as he reached his climax right after you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls and you squirmed underneath him, loving the feeling. Joel pumped a few more measly thrusts into your cunt before his softened length fell out, leaving the cum to leak from your empty hole. You clenched around nothing as Joel looked down to you, admiring his work. Both of you were covered in a layer of sweat, exhausted.  

Joel fell next to you on your bed, reaching for you and pulling you to his chest. You could hear his heart beat slow down as well as his breathing. It comforted you. You felt so at ease right now, you could have knocked out. Joel brought a hand to your head, petting over your hair. Your eyes closed and you were on the verge of sleep right when Joel spoke, “You okay?” All you could do was nod on his chest, breathing out a sigh of content. Joel chuckled, wrapping both of his arms around you and covering you with your duvet. “I’ll take that as a, yes?”

“Yes. I’m perfect.” You smiled, kissing his collarbone. Joel smiled too, his heart rate picking back up at the little sign of affection. Not many words were said after everything was said and done. You both ended up passing out for a few hours, not waking up until it was nearly 3 in the morning. Joel woke up before you did, stirring under you as you still laid upon his chest.

“Baby... what time is it?” He groaned, feeling you move from him. You leaned over the bed to get a good look at your clock, eyes still full of sleep. “It’s 3:12.” You replied as you yawned, moving back to Joel to curl up in his warmth. Joel rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the grogginess. “I should get going. Sarah is probably worried sick.” He sighed, “forgot to text her.”

You breathed out a long whine, not wanting him to move from your bed, but you understood. You sat up, stretching lightly as you watched Joel slide his jeans back on. “Fine, I won’t be selfish.” You said playfully. Joel leaned over, kissing you lightly, pecking you in sequences. He didn’t want to leave either. But he knew Sarah would probably send a search party for him if he weren’t home when she woke up.

“Text me when you get home, Miller.” He nodded, returning to your room after retrieving his shirt and flannel from where you two started this whole ordeal. “Here. Maybe this will keep ya warm in place of me tonight.” He said, throwing you the plaid garment. You slid it on immediately, buttoning up the few bottom buttons. Joel was standing at the door as you got comfy under your covers again, sleep calling back to you. Your bed reeked of Joel and now with his flannel on too? You’d died and gone to heaven.

“I will text you. Doin’ anything tomorrow?” He questioned.

“Yeah, you.” You replied, eyes closed as you snuggled into your pillow. Joel let out a breathy laugh, “That’s a promise, baby girl.”

Joel left and sure enough texted you when he got home. Which you didn’t see until you woke up many hours later. He had said Sarah was up waiting for him, how she chewed his ear off.  

Over the next few days and weeks, you were attached to his hip. Spending quite literally 24/7 with each other most days. Little dates sprinkled in here and there. Picnics on the weekends, movies with quickies in the theater if it was empty. Dinner dates with not just you but the family. Your mom loved Joel sometimes maybe too much. He thought it was endearing. You had met Sarah who was a huge fan of yours and vice versa. You loved it. You might have even loved Joel, and he might have even loved you. But soon you’d find out, that that was maybe something you’d never get to know.

thank u all sm for reading and I genuinely hope you all liked it <3 I haven’t created anything like this in so long so it might be a lil rusty. Just wait for part 2 though cause i love it so much lol

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed <3

[hyah-lian]

@skyloftian-nutcase !! i tried to send it as an ask but my laptop isnt having it right now lol. Continuing some Legend in Health Care shenanigans.

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"Heads up, Legend's poison of choice has been recalled," Wars cautioned, "interact at your own risk."

"Right, I'll keep that in mind." Four took the chart of the newest patient moving from ED to ICU with a raised eyebrow.

"I only mention it because he nearly bit the head off of one of the handover nurses this morning."

"I think I can handle it, thanks Wars. Just a pick-up same as this."

Four flipped through the pages quickly, attaching some of his coded sticky notations. Wind and his supervisor were working on securing the patient's airway for the transfer upstairs. Wild was off today and with being chronically understaffed, Four was left running between caring for and transferring his own patients. With a final glance to the bay Wind and the one patient were in, Four opted to head to Legend to get the second transfer for the day.

"Hey, morning-"

Four was cut off by something between a groan and a growl and the patient file being slapped into his chest. Legend did no even lift his head from the desk top.

"Well, nice to see you too," he started leafing through the file.

"Bite me."

"Taking the shift change poorly this time?" Four hoped his face was flat and genuine, rather than the sort of snarky patronizing look he was told he could give.

"If the lights didn't hurt like knives, and coffee could come close to touching the caffeine withdrawal you'd be a dead man."

"At least I'm in the right place for it. You look more like you should be a patient than working, you sure you're okay?"

"Dandy. Just amazing," Legend snarked. He finally rolled his head to crack a warning, bloodshot eye at Four.

"Well, I'll just get these two ready and head off. Good luck, remember there is an upper limit to coffee unless you want to be part of why it gets recalled too."

"You son of a-"

Four winked and ducked under the arms of the other charge nurse writing on the whiteboard and sped away.

"I don't think you can run fast enough after that, Four!" Wars laughed after him.

"It is NOT my fault they mislabelled their drinks!" Legend swatted Wars' arm.

"Ow! Why?"

"You're closer, and the one who reported my SVT to the damned company."

"You're the one who decided 5 cans of that battery acid was a reasonable amount-" Wars countered.

"It is! In this job, it is!"

"Guys! Please! I swear, you're gonna wake the guy we just sedated, do we have to separate you two?" Wind piped up from the opposite side of the desk.

"I'm getting a coffee…"