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tlouadditc · 1 year

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screw the cops!!

cop!ellabs x dealer!reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut with plot, mentions of drugs [marijuana], cop!ellabs, dealer!reader, a lil bit of knifeplay, dom!ellabs, sub!reader, use of y/n, reader gets cut a lil bit oops!, probably more but i cant think of it rn

last minute a/n: this was another ask i forgot to put under the question ☹️ anyway thank u for the ask!!

[10:06 pm]

MY FAV ;): heyyy u got an 8th?? i can pick up at the library in 15 :)

you read the text, grumbling as you get up from your couch. you quickly shoot back:

YOU: lmk when ur there

it was supposed to be an off-day; sit in your dorm, watch tv, maybe have someone over, but no. everyone needed your shit at all times. she's lucky she's your favorite -- otherwise you would've told her to fuck off.

locking your door behind you, you get in your car and pull out of your driveway. as you glide through the gentle darkness, you feel random anxiety, like something bad is happening. it could be the lack of sleep. it could be the upcoming deadline you haven't started. it could also be the fact the entire campus is being searched because some dumbass freshman left his- no, sorry, YOUR- weed in his dorm and got the cops called. he didn't snitch luckily; he knows you would've gotten him killed if he did. but now there's a patrol going on until they find who's distributing. it's not like you wanted to live this life- you barely graduated high school, getting a small scholarship to a local college. the debt hit you, parents refused to help you anymore because you're an adult, blah blah blah blah. you ended up here to finally make a stable income and not have to chose between being warm or being fed consistently.

the sob story makes you cringe, snapping back into reality as you park in a spot by the front of the campus library. you pull out your phone and send:

YOU: here. wya

3 bubbles quickly pop up, written with a response:

MY FAV ;): kk coming out now

as you read the text, you hear the front doors swing open and a tall, slim figure gets larger as it comes closer. as she steps into the streetlight, you see her; sophomore dina. her long, onyx hair dances down her back as she comes closer to your car. she rests one arm on your window, other arm reaching into her pocket. she pulls out 35 bucks, tilting her head to the side slightly and smirking. you hand her a small baggie and take the bills out of her hand, shoving it into your pocket. "you're the best," she gushed, taking her arm off your window. she starts to turn to walk back to the library when she says, "oh, by the way, gave my friend your number."

you freeze, looking up at her in pure horror. "you what?"

"okay, chill, she's cool," she quickly explains, putting a hand on her hip in annoyance.

you roll your eyes, "the entire campus is getting fucking raided, for god's sake. cmon, dina."

"so, what? not everyone's a dumbass like that kid was."

you sigh. you guess she's right. plus, more business for you in the long run. she gives some information about this girl; her names ellie. she's a sophomore majoring in astrophysics who transferred from another school in jackson. around 5'5, auburn hair, science nerd. "pretty sure she's gay, too," dina winks.

you roll your eyes once more before pulling out and returning home. as soon as you unlock the door and step in, you check your other phone, an unknown number's texts sitting on the lock screen.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: hii this is y/n right?

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: dina gave me ur number

gotta be ellie, you think to yourself. kinda cute. you don't respond; you hate small talk. no point in trying to get to know each other if you already know what they want. you put your phone down and start to get ready for bed.

an hour later, you get out of your shower and into comfy clothes. as you get into your freshly made bed, your other phone buzzes. you would usually ignore it, but you remember; debate checking the message or leaving it alone until tomorrow. eventually, curiosity gets the best of you and you check your phone. you groan as you read the message:

[11:37pm]

EL: i know its late but can u drop off? i need it :(

goddamnit, leave me alone!

you type up some message along the lines of 'im off today, ask tomorrow bitch,' but decide to be nice. you don't know why, but you only respond with the following:

YOU: off today. ask tmr

3 dots in a bubble move swiftly as a response pops up on your screen:

EL: pleaaaaase itll be quick

you sigh. she's not gonna let up; just like dina.

YOU: fine. ill b at the library.

she hearts your message as you throw on some sweatpants and grab your keys. you go on the same drive but you feel no anxiety this time. it's a newbie, for god's sake- she's the one who's probably nervous. you even put on some music this time, drake lowly lulling in your vehicle. you pull up, same spot as earlier, and you turn down your music. you go to text her, but the doors open before you can press a letter. she's just as dina described- until she gets up to your window. her scattered freckles complimented her bright, emerald eyes. her friendly expression made you soft under her gaze. you didn't realized she was talking for a while until she whispered, "uh... hello?"

"what?" you said, clearly perplexed. she smiled as you remembered what you're there for. she hands you 25 bucks as you place the baggie in her free hand. she lets out a silent "thanks" before you get ready to drive back home.

"uh, actually," she suddenly blurted out, catching your attention. she seemed nervous, like she had something to say, but she was scared of the outcome. "do you mind.. uh.. giving me a ride back home? i mean i walked down here and it's dark so-"

"hop in," you interrupted. it was pretty dark and you wouldn't want patrol on her ass about being out by herself, so you decided to get it over with. she pranced around to the passengers side and practically jumped in.

the ride to her dorm was quiet. ellie was on her phone the entire time; you assumed it was her roommate asking her where she's at. there was a bit of tension you could feel in the air; what type? you couldn't answer that.

coming to a stop at the entrance of her dormitory, she thanked you once again before you prepared to go home yourself.

"you could stay the night," she mumbled, fumbling with the bag in hand.

"what? no- no, i can't do that," you answered. you weren't against staying over, but... going home with someone you literally met an hour ago? absolutely not.

"jus' c'mon. it's late," she insisted, biting her lip anxiously. "plus, i owe you." you sight and give in, turning off the engine and ignition before grabbing your keys and phone and joining her on the walkway. she smiled politely and led you to her dorm.

the entire time you were walking with her, you assessed her appearance in clearer light. her hair was a shaggy cut, parted to the side and tucked behind her ears even though some stray strands still stood. her eyes were welcoming and friendly, giving you a warm feeling of hope. she had a tattoo on her right arm; a fern and a small butterfly. you debate asking her the meaning, but decide against it.

you snap out of your trance when you make it to her door. she unlocks the door and gently pushes it in, leaving room for you to step inside. "come in!"

you take 3 steps inside before you're pushed to the ground and pinned by strong, rough hands. "what the fuc- hey!" you start to shout. you squirm, hopelessly attempting to be freed from the tight grasp of what you thought was a male officer.

"you're under arrest," an unfamiliar, feminine voice states, "for possession and distribution of marijuana. you have the right to remain silent at this time." you see ellie's shoes standing in front of you, silently taunting you as you're handcuffed.

fuck, i should've never trusted her.

you're patted down and escorted to an unmarked car, parked around 30 feet away from your car. the unfamiliar figure is a tall, built woman with a long, blonde braid swinging down her back. her calloused hand grips you tightly as you're being walked. once you reach the vehicle, you're thrown into the back and the door slams in your face. you don't argue or protest; you were caught after one fuck up.

"didn't expect to catch her so easily," ellie brags, slightly looking back at you. you scowl at her, feeling betrayed by not only ellie, but dina, too. she had [hopefully] unknowingly helped them ruin your life. you were for sure not going to be able to finish college now. you wouldn't be able to get a job nice enough to stabilize your life. not to mention the possibility for 5 years of jail time and fees. it all made your head hurt. tears weld up in your eyes as you started to really let reality sink in.

"aw, she's crying," the blonde officer teased, looking at you through the rear-view mirror. you blinked back the tears before spitting out, "fuck you."

"the fuck you just say to me?"

"you heard me; fuck. you."

you could see her jaw clench, her bone well-defined under her skin. "oh, i know you wanna fuck me." a snicker was heard from the auburn girl.

the hell??

it was a weird response, but you decided to play into it. you're already being sent to jail; why not have fun?

"you wouldn't do anything about it if i wanted to anyway."

you saw the blonde's eyes go wide and her jaw drop with disbelief, looking over at her partner. ellie seemed calm, but intrigued by the situation. it was silent, but the way their eyes met was like they were talking through eye contact. ellie tilts her head towards you, signaling something to the other officer. as if she could read her mind, the blonde nods and pulls over to an abandoned alleyway.

"what's going on?" you question, attempting to hide the fear in your voice, but failing miserably. the blonde got out of the car and slammed the door shut as ellie simply answered, "you said we wouldn't do anything, hm?"

a shiver went down your spine as the door to your right opened, the blonde hopping in as you scooted all the way to your left.

"uh-uh, come here," she demanded as her hand wrapped around your neck and dragged you back to her. at this moment, your back rests against her toned thighs, handcuffed hands under your ass, legs laying on the seat.

"you wanna be disrespectful to me and my partner?" she jerks your head up, making you look at her. her sharp features take up your vision as she looks down at you with dark eyes. "you think you were just gonna get away with that? nuh-uh, not on my watch." you take your gaze off her face to read her badge, which reads "ABBY ANDERSON".

you're so focused on abby that you don'r realize ellie is on the other side of you, watching you and abby interact. you feel a sharp object on your jeans, scoring against the material. your head jerks down to see ellie running a pocketknife over your clothed cunt, fear and adrenaline running through you all at once. your breathing picks up speed as she cuts through your jeans, making a hole in the crotch. abby chuckles at your reaction, caressing your face as she coos, "not so tough now, huh?"

you're too caught up in looking at ellie's actions to respond. she puts the knife down, letting a feeling of relief wash over you. she mutters a "fuck it" before placing both hands on either side of the hole she made and ripping your jeans. you gasp, anxiety filling you once more. she smirks up at you, grabbing her knife and running it over your barely covered pussy. she loves the way you try to get away from her knife, silent cries as she gets closer to the meat of your thigh. she slightly cuts into you, small drops of blood racing down your inner thigh. you wince in pain, turning back to abby. "shh, it's okay," she reassures, kissing your sweaty forehead. "just a little cut. you're okay." you feel ellie's warm tongue running over the wound, collecting the red liquid. she kisses near your core, green eyes piercing into you before whispering, "so sweet" and smiling. abby gently kisses you, drawing your attention away from your cut to her and only her. she taps her pointer finger on your chin and whispers "open up", which you obey to. her lips purse together, gathering the liquid in her mouth before a ball of saliva drops into your mouth and onto your tongue. "swallow," she commands, and you close your mouth and swallow it, feeling it slip down your throat. she smiles, tapping your cheek lightly as she praises you. "good girl. she's doing so well, isn't she, el?"

ellie hums, hyper-focused on your pooling pussy. "so wet," she says in awe, "all this gets you off, doesn't it?"

you're oh so needy, cunt begging to be touched in any form. you nod ferociously, whining for any friction on your puffy clit. "you want it, yea? beg for it."

"p-please, ill do anything, just fuck me- ohmygod-" you babble, hips bucking up into ellie's face. she chuckles before looking up to abby, meeting her gaze. "she's been so good for us. give her a lil' reward."

with that, ellie cuts your underwear with one swift movement, completely exposing your pussy to her. she gasps at the sight, glistening skin in the low light. she whispers a spew of curses, spreading you apart as abby kisses you passionately. you moan into the kiss as ellie rubs your bud with her thumb. your noises go straight to her core, making her slightly whimper. she lays a flat tongue on your core, soaking up all of your juices on the pink muscle. abby wraps a firm hand around your throat, restricting airflow enough to make you completely feel ellie on you.

"fuck- oh, my god-" you cry, tears welling up in your eyes once more. the feeling is too much; abby kissing you, ellie eating you out- everything is overstimulating you. ellie smiles against your pussy, sucking on your clit while shoving two fingers in you. you whine and squirm away from her, but her other hand keeps you in place.

"i'm gonna- m'cumming- !!" you breathe, clenching around ellie's long fingers. abby praises you through it; "oh, so good for us, baby." "cum all over her fingers f'me, yes." small kisses are planted on your face once again, soothing you through your orgasm. ellie slowly takes her fingers out with a pop! before shoving one glistening finger into her mouth. she moans at the taste of you, maintaining eye contact with you. "shit, so sweet," she murmurs, looking over at abby. "wanna taste?"

"of course," abby says slyly, glancing over at you before sucking on ellie's middle finger, completely cleaning it off. she moans at the taste, finally letting ellie's middle finger go after a couple of seconds. she pulls you into another sloppy, heated kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

"such a sweet thing," she coos, wiping your face. "too bad we gotta take you in now."

"can't let me off with a warning?"

"we would, but we'd be here for much longer and you'd be more bruised up." abby frowns in a mocking manner.

"so you're taking me in with no pants or underwear?"

"yup. don't underestimate us and, more importantly, don't sell drugs."

a/n: this was so fun to write omg ... part 2 will be coming me thinks

#tlouadditc #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut #the last of us smut #tlou fic #abby anderson #ellie williams #ellabs #ellabs smut #ellabs x reader #lesbian

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apomaro-mellow · 5 months

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Family Planning 2

Part 1

When he got home that evening, he called both Tommy and Carol to let them know he wouldn’t be able to pick them up the next morning. All in service to the big reveal tomorrow. The fake stomach had been smuggled out of the theatre department and only now did Steve take it out, alone in his room.

He put it on with surprising ease and looked himself over in the mirror, snickering to himself. Then he put a shirt over it and widened his eyes at how realistic it looked. His arms slowly wound around to cradle his stomach. He let himself imagine that it was actually his, that it was actually his and Eddie’s.

“Yeah right”, Steve scoffed, like he was trying to convince himself as he took it off.

The next day, Steve was having breakfast with his parents when he heard someone pull up to the driveway. Not just someone. It could only be-

“Who is that?”, Steve’s father Richard frowned at the van out front.

“That’s my Home Ec partner. Gotta run!” He gobbled the rest of his cereal, put his bowl in the sink, kissed his mother’s cheek and then ran out the door. Once he got in the passenger side, Eddie took off, not even waiting for him to have his seatbelt on.

“Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Is that anyway to treat someone who’s expecting?”

“Sorry, just excited”, Eddie said, putting the pedal to the metal.

Steve could understand. He was kind of feeling a buzz too, but he wasn’t about to admit it. On the way to school, he worked on slipping the fake belly over his real one.

Eddie wasn’t exactly a virgin. He’d messed around a couple of times before. But even so, seeing Steve’s bare torso, his belly button and happy trail, he kept from swerving only just because he was turning anyway. He kept his eyes on the road, resolute, after that. What a stupid way to die, ogling a guy who’d never given you the time of day. Because of his focus, he didn’t get to see Steve’s new look until he parked.

It looked so…natural. He swallowed, eyes moving slowly up his body to meet the omega’s.

“Are you ready?”, Steve asked.

Eddie grinned. “It’s showtime.” He got out first and then went over to Steve’s side, clearing his throat before he spoke. “Watch your step, baby.”

Steve’s ears burned at the pet name. They had made this grand plan, pretending to be expecting parents. But he hadn’t really visualized what that would look like in practice besides the dropped jaws of their peers. Eddie held his hand out to help Steve out of the van, all part of the show. And when he finally stepped out all the way it was like he could hear the hush come over the parking lot.

Everyone who caught sight of them was trying to do the mental gymnastics to make sense of what they were seeing. Eddie snickered as he put an arm around Steve’s shoulders, enjoying the spectacle. They walked passed a few cars before getting to Tommy’s truck, where he and Carol were leaning against the bumper.

“What the hell am I looking at?”, Carol said, eyes bugging out of her head.

“This has gotta be some kind of joke”, Tommy glared in confusion.

And even though Steve was their friend, their befuddlement kept them from approaching. As it did to others. Everyone just stared on. Only a few knew that they’d been paired for the Home Ec project. Plenty knew about the lunchroom incident but didn’t exactly know how Steve was involved. Eddie walked Steve to his locker and only then did he take his arm off his shoulders.

“Time for Papa Bear to bring home the bacon. Don’t miss me too much.” He bent over to kiss Steve’s false belly and then skipped off. For all his bravado, there was a part of him that was nervous that Steve might think he went too far. Best to get out of whopping distance in that case.

No one had ever kissed his stomach before. But then again, Steve supposed no one had a reason to. Even though he hadn’t really felt it, the place Eddie kissed tingled all the same. He quickly checked himself before going off to class. It wasn’t like he liked the man. They’d barely spoken to one another. Maybe he was a little easy on the eyes, nice hair anyway. But the man’s fashion sense left a lot to be desired.

Steve’s thoughts were cut off when his homeroom teacher choked at the sight of him. Everyone else in the room stopped talking. Steve entered with his head held high but for a moment he wondered if this was how it would be if he actually got knocked up. How long would it have taken him to show? Would people stare this much? He vaguely recalled a girl last year who got pregnant. Of course, she dropped out and Steve had no idea what became of her until he happened to see her at the grocery store, carting a pup along.

She seemed content. Although he now realized he had no idea what happened to the person who sired her pup or who they even were. The double standards had always been apparent to Steve but even more so now that he was stepping into that role.

At some point during class, he started resting his hand on his stomach. It just felt natural. And then he began to rub it. It wasn’t hard to imagine it was all for real. It was just hard to wrap his head around having a baby himself. Steve had never gone steady with anyone. What kind of alpha would he eventually be with?

The thoughts ran through his mind for the remainder of homeroom, when Eddie showed up to come and ‘pick him up’.

“Did my two darlings miss me?”

“It wasn’t even half an hour”, Steve rolled his eyes. He was aware that Eddie didn’t attend his own homeroom because that was usually when he went out to the abandoned picnic area to sell his party favors. Bring home the bacon, indeed.

Eddie escorted him to his next period, which he shared with Carol and Tommy. Of course, they were already there and before the period officially started, they grabbed Steve and made an exit. Loitering in the halls when they should be in class wasn’t out of the ordinary, especially for a teacher that droned like Mr. Parsons, but he could tell this wouldn’t be their usual hang out session.

“What’s the deal with that?”, Carol cut right to the chase, pointing at his torso.

The hallway was empty, everyone either in class or loitering elsewhere. Steve just shrugged while smiling. He knew jokes like this weren’t their thing, which is why he didn’t bring it up before the reveal. They were more into the kind that were at other’s expense.

“It’s just a gag. And a way to not fail Home Ec this year.”

“Did Munson put you up to this?”, Tommy crossed his arms.

“He came up with the idea but clearly I had nothing against it.”

Carol’s face was green. “You look ridiculous. What if people actually think you’re pregnant?”

“Then they’d be stupid”, Steve said. No one went from flat stomach to showing in a day. It was such a change that his shirt almost didn’t fit him.

Tommy shook his head. “You had like, one detention with him and he’s got you all flipped around, doing his bidding.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that. And it won’t even be that long. We’ve got a plan.”

The rest of the day went by with the same gawking and staring that had begun in the morning, especially when Eddie sat at Steve’s table during lunch. If looks could kill, he would have been double dead by the way Carol and Tommy were glaring. Steve paid their attitudes no mind and treated it as if Eddie always sat there.

At the end of the day, Eddie took Steve home and he took the belly off on the drive back. They looked at each other, rather pleased with themselves.

“I can’t believe the looks on all their faces”, Eddie beamed.

“I think some of those jaws are still on the floor”, Steve said.

“Ready for the big climax tomorrow?”

Steve took a breath. “As I’ll ever be. Think this’ll actually get us back on track for the assignment?”

“That or we get suspended. But! Engels won’t wanna deal with me for a whole other year and you’ve got the untouchable quality of being on a sports team, so they’ll probably let us off with an essay.”

“God, I hate essays”, Steve rubbed his face. “Why makes us write five hundred words when I can say it in like 12?”

“You think five hundred words is a lot? That’s adorable.”

Steve scowled at him and Eddie gave a very dramatic wince. To the point where he fell back against the driver side door with his hand to his heart.

“There it is! The Royal Evil Eye!”

“Shut the hell up”, Steve scoffed.

“If it makes you feel any better about our situation, I don’t mind helping you with that essay. We’ll probably be spending many afternoons in detention after tomorrow.”

Steve didn’t know when the prospect of such a punishment didn’t seem like such a drag anymore. With Eddie around at least it wouldn’t be boring.

“It’s the least you can do”, Steve said as he opened the door. “If you’re gonna be my alpha, take responsibility.”

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The next day started the same but this time, both Eddie and Steve were a little nervous. Yesterday was like a pre-show compared to what would go down today. They had Home Ec today and if their teacher hadn’t heard about Steve’s new predicament, she’d find out the moment they walked in.

Steve skipped homeroom that morning, going with Eddie into the theatre department where one of Eddie’s friends, Gareth, was helping them with this final stunt.

“Okay, are you guys really sure you wanna do this?”

“Just tell me you got it rigged to max pressure”, Eddie said.

“Dude, the whole classroom is going to be a splash zone”, Gareth assured him.

“How do you know how to do all this?”, Steve asked.

“You know those guys who do effects in horror movies? That’s gonna be me one day.”

The period for Home Ec came and Ms. Engels’ eyes got wide watching Eddie walk in with his arm around Steve’s waist. There were snickers coming from the other students as it was clear she had NOT heard that they had a bundle on the way.

“Just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“By my watch, I’d say arriving to class a full minute early”, Eddie said just as the bell rang. “Oh, mine must be a little fast.”

“You were told to show that you can handle the responsibility of parenthood”, she began to scold as they took their seats, this time right next to each other.

“What’s more responsible than this”, Steve said. “I’m all ready to become a mother.”

She glowered. “Teen pregnancy is a serious issue.”

“Then why don’t we learn anything useful?”, Eddie challenged. “All this school has taught us is ‘don’t have sex, oh but in case you do, here’s a bag of flour’. How does a bag of flour teach us anything about babies?”

“I’m calling the principal”, Ms. Engels said, going to the phone on the wall. “Detention will be the least of your worries.”

Eddie stood up. “Careful, you don’t want to put stress on my Stevie. He’s due any minute now.”

“Principal Woolsley, the Munson boy is at it again. I need you in my room this instant.”

“I’m warning you”, Eddie said.

“Are you threatening a teacher!?”

“Eddie!”, Steve gasped. “That baby’s coming!”

“Oh you’ve done it now Engels!”, Eddie shook a finger at her and then helped Steve to stand up like he was actually going through labor.

The rest of the class watched on, engaged in the spectacle. Eddie went right over to Ms. Engels’ desk and in one sweep, brushed everything off her desk and onto the floor. There were gasps and shrieks and guffaws and Eddie lived for it as he brought Steve over to lay on top of it.

“Okay, honey here we go. Just breathe and push with me.”

“This is completely unacceptable!”

“And push!”

Steve’s face only showed glee as he pretended to push the baby out, waiting for Eddie’s cue. He really was some kind of showman, hamming it up for his audience. He waited for the tension in the room to rise before he went around to Steve’s front, peering between his clothed legs.

“I think I see a head! It’s time to really push!”

A few heads craned like they’d actually be able to see a pup crowning when Steve was still wearing his jeans. It was the suspense of whether or not something, anything would come out. Eddie went back to Steve’s side and held his hand, grounding him. Steve took a breath and they let Gareth’s work explode.

Right into Mr. Woolsley’s face.

The tomato sauce was pretty thick, filled with chunks that would’ve been a pretty good stand in for viscera. But even through it all, they could see the man’s red face. His voice was scarily even as he spoke.

“I’m calling your parents.”

Part 3

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Batting Practice Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A lazy Sunday at the park with you and Everett has Bradley wondering why he ever thought this wasn’t what he wanted. When work keeps you away from practice during the week, he’s desperate to see you and get you alone for a proper date.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing (eventually 18+)

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley texted you on Sunday morning, asking for your address, insisting he come pick you and Everett up. He could have just looked it up in the coaching portal online, but he wanted you to send it to him instead.

When he pulled up in front of your house, he saw Everett come running out the front door. "Hey, kiddo," Bradley called as he got out of the Bronco.

"Coach! I have my glove all ready, and my mom is finishing her makeup, because she said she wants to look nice today!"

Bradley grinned and let Everett take him by the hand. "I kind of think your mom always looks nice," Bradley mumbled, and then there you were, stepping out onto your front porch with a bright smile.

You were wearing a cropped tee shirt and black leggings, and Bradley's mind took him back to making out with you yesterday.

"Hi, Coach," you said, wiggling your fingers at him as you walked down the steps.

Suddenly he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to refrain from calling you Kitten? Did you really expect him to keep his lips away from you right now?

"I missed you," he told you, and even though he hadn't meant to say it, it was true.

"I saw you yesterday," you said with a soft laugh. "We spent a lot of time together in the kitchen."

"Not enough."

Bradley noticed Everett was looking between the two of you with curious interest. "Did you really bring Gatorade? Can we ride in your car?" Everett asked.

"Yeah, I really brought Gatorade. And yes, we can ride in my car."

"We'd have to put the booster seat in the back?" you asked cautiously.

So Bradley ended up with a car seat in the back of his Bronco, something he never imagined would have ever been happening. And then he drove all three of you to the park.

When he reached across the seat and let his hand settle on top of yours, you bit your lip, and turned your hand palm side up, lacing your fingers with his.

"Hey, Kitten?" he asked softly as he pulled into the park. You turned to face him right away, your eyes unguarded. "Thanks for letting me do this."

Bradley parked and climbed out of the Bronco before helping you and then Everett out as well.

"Okay, your mom's got a lot to learn today," Bradley told Everett, handing him a bag of gear. "Think we can help her out? She doesn't even know what a catcher's mitt is."

Everett laughed and tossed his head back. "She doesn't know what a slider is either. She just didn't want to tell you that."

"Ev, I'm standing right here," you told your son, running your fingers along his hair. But you were looking at Bradley and smirking. "And I do know what a slider is, because I watched a video on YouTube."

"Aww, come on, Kitten. You're killing me," Bradley said, handing you three bottles of cold Gatorade. "YouTube? You need some first hand experience, and Ev and I are your guys."

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You weren't sure how to feel about Bradley calling you Kitten in front of your son, but every time he said it, you felt a little silly.

"Is this the catcher's mitt?" you asked, picking up a dusty, brown thing and holding it up.

"Sure it. Go ahead and put it on." Bradley said as he got a regular baseball glove on Everett's hand.

You thought it was too big for your hand, but you put it on anyway, waving the mitt at them. "Okay, I'm ready!"

Bradley handed Everett a baseball and jogged over to where you were standing. "Hell no, you're not, Kitten. Gotta protect that pretty face." He bent down and rummaged in the bag a little more, pulling out a weird looking mask and another Phillies cap.

"You're going to make me wear that?" you asked with a smile as he approached you.

Bradley turned to look over his shoulder to where Everett was tossing the ball into the air and catching it a few feet away. Then he turned back and kissed your lips softly. "Told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. I meant it."

He looked serious now, and you wondered if his words had a dual meaning.

"Now, let's get this cap on you first," he said, pushing your hair back behind your ears and setting it backwards on your head. "Oh, what do you know... you look cute with a backwards hat, too."

You scrunched up your nose in embarrassment, but he laughed and eased the catcher's mask over your head, securing it in place. "Perfect."

"Ready?" Everett called, starting to sound impatient. Meanwhile you wanted Bradley to keep touching you and telling you about your pretty face.

"Yeah, kiddo," Bradley called. "Just getting your mom in position." He looked down at you, wrapping both hands around your hips and guiding you back a few steps.

"Here?" you asked softly when he stopped moving you around.

"Yep," he whispered, squeezing you through your leggings. "Now, squat down like this."

You tried to imitate what he was doing, but you were getting distracted by the way his thighs looked as his gym shorts rode up higher on his legs.

"That's good," he told you before he stood up again. "Now do your best to catch them," Bradley said, grabbing a few more balls from his gear bag. "Everett and I will go easy on you. Won't we, kiddo?"

Your heart swelled as you watched Everett grin up at Bradley and laugh. "Yeah, but only at first mom!" he called out to you.

"Oh great, thanks a lot." But they weren't even listening to you. And now you could only focus on Bradley as demonstrated the correct pitching posture a few times for Everett. He was all flexing muscles and rippling biceps, and meanwhile your thighs were already starting to hurt.

"Here comes your first pitch!" he warned, winding up and sending the baseball directly into the mitt on your hand.

You jumped up in shock, still holding it. "I caught it!"

Everett was cheering, and Bradley winked at you. "Nice one, Kitten."

After you caught a few more and tossed them back, you were feeling so confident. Then you managed to catch most of the pitches that Everett threw as well, even though you had to really reach for some of them.

"So, which one do you like better? The slider or the curveball?" Bradley asked Everett after a while, and you stood up, barely even able to feel your thighs now.

"Slider!"

"Me too," Bradley agreed, getting a high five from Everett. "And guess what. That's the harder one to throw, so you're already advanced."

"No way!"

As you watched them interacting with each other, you wished you could have this in your life every Sunday. Maybe a late breakfast after lounging in bed with Bradley while Everett watched cartoons. Some time at the park, and then dinner.

All the things you never quite got to have with Danny felt somehow more attainable with Bradley. Which was really scary to you.

You cleared your throat and tossed the catcher's mitt toward the bag before trying to remove the mask, but Bradley was already on his way over to help you.

"Will you let Ev and I treat you to some ice cream as a thank you?"

He swiped his fingers along your jaw when he removed the mask, but he left his backwards hat on your head. "I would love that."

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The ice cream shop was packed with people out enjoying the perfect San Diego spring day, but Bradley didn't mind waiting. You were standing in front of him while Everett bounced around a bit and kept asking questions.

"Will you pitch balls with me again?" Everett asked, looking up at Bradley.

"Of course, little man. You've gotta practice if you want to keep getting better." Bradley felt you lean back against him slightly, and he let his hand rest just above your ass. He was stroking the soft skin of your lower back with his thumb and running his fingers along your leggings. You turned and briefly rubbed your cheek against his chest, just like a kitten, and he wrapped his arm around you a little tighter.

"And can you show me a fastball too? And a changeup?" Everett asked, just before it was time to order.

"Not my strongest pitches, but for you, sure, kiddo. I would love to embarrass myself in front of your mom."

Everett was glancing between the two of you again as you said, "Have you forgotten that I had to watch YouTube videos about pitches? You think I'm going to know the difference?" You were looking up at Bradley and laughing, and he wanted more than anything to kiss you.

"You looked like a world class catcher today. Could have fooled me, Kitten."

Bradley tried to pay for the three ice cream cones, but you had Everett drag him away to a small bench while you paid. He sat side by side on the bench with Everett, waiting for you.

"Hey Coach, do you think my mom is pretty?"

Bradley froze with his ice cream cone halfway to his mouth and watched Everett try to eat his strawberry scoop before it melted.

"I think your mom is beautiful."

"Do you like her? I told you she was cool."

Bradley nodded as he watched you make your way over with your own cone. "She's the coolest, kiddo. Here, make some room for her to sit with us." Bradley picked Everett up with one arm and plopped him down on his thigh, and then you eased into the spot next to him.

"Thanks for the ice cream," Bradley told you softly.

You grinned at him and Everett on his lap. "Any time you want to treat Ev and I to a day in the park, I'll be more than happy to treat you to some ice cream, Coach."

Bradley finished his cone and then let Everett ask him a bunch of baseball related questions while his strawberry scoop melted. He watched it drip on his jeans, but he didn't really care.

"Ev, eat faster! It's melting onto Coach," you scolded, jumping up to get some napkins.

Bradley tried to stop you, telling you it would come out in the laundry, but you insisted on wiping up the ice cream which landed basically right where his dick was. So he slid Everett into the spot you vacated while you bent down and tried your best to clean him up.

"Kitten," he rasped. "Please. It's okay." If you kept rubbing him, he was going to get hard. On a bench. In front of your son.

"Are you sure?" you asked, and your hand paused on his thigh as he nodded at you. "Danny would have had a living fit."

Bradley took your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Yeah, well, I'm not Danny."

You looked at him as you stood up tall again. "Ain't that the truth," you mumbled, but your eyes stayed on his.

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When Bradley walked you and Everett up to your porch, you watched Ev hug him tight. "See you at practice tomorrow?"

"Yep, see you tomorrow," Bradley replied, messing up his hair before Everett went inside.

"Thanks for today," you whispered as Bradley's big hands settled on your hips. "That meant a lot to him."

"I had fun," Bradley said with a smile as he pulled you a little closer to him. You let your hands rest on his broad chest, and a little gasp escaped your lips before you were even kissing him. But then you were, and it felt so good. His lips were gentle, and his hands were firm, and your body wanted more.

"Can't wait to see which sexy pantsuit you wear to practice tomorrow, Kitten," he mumbled against your neck, prickling you with his mustache.

You giggled as his lips made their way down to the top of your shirt. "I'm not going to be there tomorrow."

He paused and asked, "Why not?"

"I have a late meeting. Molly is going to take him to practice. And speaking of Molly..."

"Yeah?" Bradley asked, looking at you with a small grin. "What did your reliable sister who is more than willing to watch Everett for you have to say?"

You started giggling again, and Bradley pulled you so your body was flush with his. You knew you were on your front porch, and you knew Ev could pop back outside at any time. But you let Bradley hold you, because you wanted him to.

"Molly said she can watch him on Friday night. If you feel like going out?"

"Fuck, yes," he said, kissing your cheek. "I have it all planned. Let me know when to pick you up."

You felt warm inside for the rest of the evening, because Bradley would be yours on Friday night. No sharing him with Everett or Sandra or Coach Bob or the other kids on the team. All yours.

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Bradley really missed you at Monday's practice. He had nobody to look at on the bleachers. The few times he glanced over, his heart skipped a beat, because Molly did look quite a bit like you. But then he just sighed in disappointment.

He did, however, notice that Bob was looking toward your sister with some frequency. That was interesting. He would definitely have to ask Bob about that later on.

Bradley wasn't even surprised when Bob suddenly joined him to walk Everett and Molly to the parking lot when practice ended. Bradley ended up trailing behind the two of them with Everett on his shoulders, watching them chat the whole way.

"Hey, Everett," Bradley asked. "Does your Aunt Molly have a boyfriend?"

"Not anymore," Everett replied. "She told me she had to break up with Casey because he was tiny, but I don't really get it because he was really tall."

Bradley had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud. "Oh, okay. Poor Casey," Bradley muttered.

Bradley helped get Everett settled in Molly's car before heading to his Bronco to text you. He noticed that Bob was still hanging out with Molly after he had walked away, and he could occasionally hear Molly's laughter. Lord, she thought he was funny! Hopefully he was bigger than Casey.

Bradley thought about mentioning Bob and Molly to you, but he thought better of it.

Kitten, I missed you today. Are you still in your meeting? Are you coming to practice on Thursday?

Bradley watched Molly pull out of the parking lot, waving to Bob as she went. "Bob! Come here!" Bradley called out his open window. He watched his friend turn around and head his way.

"What's up?" Bob asked him, leaning against the side of the Bronco. Bradley just smirked at him, and almost instantly, Bob started blushing. Bradley smirked harder, and Bob adjusted his glasses and rubbed the back of his neck. "I noticed her when she came to practice last time, too. Are you going to make fun of me for having a crush on her?"

Bradley started laughing. "Not at all. She's really nice. And Everett said his Aunt Molly is single."

"Is she really?" Bob asked softly as a grin spread across his face.

"Yep. The kid is a wealth of information."

Bob just mumbled something and walked away with a wave, leaving Bradley alone as you texted him back.

You sent a selfie of you smiling in what Bradley assumed was your office. He could see your cream colored lace top peeking out of your gray suit coat.

Kitten. I should not find your business attire this sexy, baby.

Once again, instead of responding with text, you send him another photo, one in which you had removed your suit coat. Bradley was staring at your tits straining against your lacy tank top, nipples peaked against the delicate looking fabric. You were smirking at him.

Fuck, his mind took him to your office, you sitting in your chair with his face buried in your pussy. He'd eat you until you were screaming.

It's not nice to tease, Kitten.

He was now sitting in the parking lot at the ballfield with an erection, and he wasn't even surprised. He started up the Bronco and drove home where he could take care of himself.

By Thursday, when he laid eyes on you at tee ball practice, it was like he finally felt his body relax. Everett bounded over to him as usual before going to greet Bob, but Bradley was watching you try to change into your old sneakers while you walked through the grass. You were wearing your tight, black skirt again, and your hair was pulled up off of your neck.

"Jesus," he mumbled before fielding some questions from Sandra and the other moms about the upcoming schedule.

When you were seated on the bleachers, and practice was about to begin, Bradley debated heading your way and giving you a kiss on your cheek, but Bob was already blowing his whistle to start practice.

Bradley watched you raise your hand from your lap and wiggle your fingers at him, moutching, "Hi, Coach," while you smirked.

Alone. He'd get you alone tomorrow. He loved Everett, but he was antsy to really get to be with you. But he could wait one more day to kiss you and taste your skin. So he just winked and joined Bob near home plate.

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Practice was pretty typical on Thursday, except now your body was humming the whole time. You knew exactly what Coach Bradley's lips tasted like. You know how heavy his hands felt on your hips. You knew how he smelled and sounded when he was right in front of you, teasing your body.

"Tara, I can't stop thinking about the swim party last weekend. Both coaches shirtless? A literal dream come true."

"Same. And I'm one thousand percent sure Coach Bradley flirted with me when I was getting a slice of pizza."

You wanted to snort. You were standing five feet away from him the entire time he'd been in the clubhouse getting pizza, and neither of those moms had been anywhere near him.

But it didn't matter, because as soon as practice ended and you were helping Everett change out of his cleats, Bradley made his way over to both of you, right in front of everyone just like he always did.

"Nice hustle today, kiddo," he told Everett, earning him a high five.

You looked up at Bradley over your shoulder as you tucked Everett's cleats into his gear bag. He reached down to help you stand, and his other hand brushed along your butt.

"I expect a nice hustle out of you tomorrow night," you told him, giggling as his eyes went wide. "It's going to be our first date and all."

He just shook his head, walking up to the parking lot with Everett between you both. "Nope. It's our third," he said.

"What? No, our first!" you insisted, trying to keep the conversation vague for your son's ears. You still weren't convinced that going out with his tee ball coach was your best move, but you couldn't stop yourself now.

"Snack bar was our first. Now, I wasn't on my best game, but you did come back for round two with baseball in the park."

You were cracking up now. He considered soft pretzels and an outing with Everett to be dates? Oh, you were going to melt. You'd never make it. He was a single mom's dream date.

"So you don't mind that sometimes there's a tagalong?" you ask, nearing your car where it was parked next to his Bronco.

Bradley opened the back door for Everett, gave him a fit bump and then closed it as Everett got himself buckled in.

"I don't mind. As long as I can get Kitten alone on occasion. Really want to see your claws again."

You grabbed at his jersey, and Bradley immediately had you pushed back against your car door with his lips on yours. It was broad daylight, there were still some people in the parking lot, and Everett was in the backseat. But Bradley's hands were grabbing at your hips, and you could feel him through his thin athletic shorts as you moaned his name.

"Fuck," he gasped against your lips, kissing you hard one more time. "Get in your car, Kitten. Before I embarrass myself. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."

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Kitten and Ev plus Coach. It just makes sense! Fair warning, the next part will be for ages 18+. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 9

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I saw this and wrote it in, like, 30 minutes (which means I didn't even double check it lol)!!! Anyways, Mikey has a bit of a unique way of dealing with his son and food (and the reader is called mom and referred to as a wife).

Fatherly Love

The rumours true: the best way to a man's heart is food. At least, it's true for your boys.

It's common for your son and his father to connect with food. Whether they're watching a movie, playing in the park (or with Manjiro's motorcycle, which you swear will bring you to a heart attack). When they're together and food's not in one of their hands, you'd think that something was wrong or some alien doppelganger had taken and replaced them.

Maybe you should have observed their interactions a bit closer, because while both boys instinct is food in my mouth right now, your son's only four, and naivety is also a big problem for him.

You lean against the doorway and watch your son and Manjiro with one part amusement and a bigger annoyance.

"Okay bud, you know the routine by now, right?" Manjiro says solemnly. Your son, Kenji, returns the solemn look (though, the effect is a bit lessened with his big doe eyes).

"So," Your husband claps his hand and grabs your son's bowl, "I'm sorry bud, but this is the way that things gotta be."

Kenji nods furiously, "I know papa! I don't wanna have any poison in my tummy!"

Manjiro nods, acting like he's actually doing something instead of taking advantage of his young son's innocence., "yep, I've gotta do my part to protect you. I'm glad you understand."

"I do!" Kenji exclaims. Your son wraps his pudgy hands around his father's pant-clad legs and watches his father in wonder.

His father who opens his mouth and takes a big bite out of his son's taiyaki, leaving behind only the tail. You feel one of your vein's burst. It's a miracle that you're still standing after all the ridiculous things that you've been put through.

"Manjiro," You yell. For a minute, you reconsider getting angry when he turns his eyes to you. You're still so hopelessly in love with him. Then, you look at the tail in your son's hands and the anger is already running through yout blood. "What's is wrong with you. Our son needs to eat if he's supposed to grow!"

You move from the doorway to in front of Manjiro and your son. Standing in front of them, Mikey pouts up at you. You wonder where it said that you were going to get two children instead of one after Kenji came into you and your husband's life. "It's not like that." Your husband whines, "I'm just making sure that Kenji stays safe."

"Yeah, papa says 'at he needs to eat all my food so 'at I stay safe." Kenji rushes to defend his father.

You shake your head, your poor naive stupid son. You cross your arms, "Kenji, your father's lying to get your food. There's no poison."

Your son whips his head to Manjiro and drops his jaw, "papa, what???" His bottom lip starts to tremble, "you a liar." He whispers with so much heartbreak that you feel bad for barely containing your laughter. Your son doesn't use the word liar often and is unused to saying it. It's a little funny how he he stumbled through the word to direct his anger at his father.

Manjiro winces at his son's accusation and rubs the back of his neck, "well..."

You roll your eyes and lean to pat your son's head. "Let's get ice cream Kenny, without your liar of a father."

"What!" Mikey exclaims. You ignore him pick up your son.

You stick out your tongue, "you get what you get you liar."

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ivy-plays · 8 months

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We'll be alright Ch.4

Summery:Summary: you've been married to Owen Grady as well as training a pack of velocsrapters at the New Jurassic World for two years now. So what happens when the two of you are asked to check on the paddock for a new dinosaur only for things to go sideways and send the entire park into chaos?

Warnings: blood, death, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Raiting:pg13

Paring: Owen Grady x wife!reader

Previous: Ch.3

An: heyyyyyyyyy. Guess who finally was able to write the next chapter after two months.🙃 . I'm sorry for such a long wait but my life has been really hectic lately with my job and senior year and just life in general ( I hate saying that because it's the #1 writer's excuse, but it's true lol) . Anyway! I hope you all like this chapter and I hope it was worth the long ass wait.

"Owen. " I whisper out, my voice shaking as I grab onto my husbands sleeve.

"It's in the cage! It's in the cage with you!"

"Abby what is it?" He asks as he turns around and as he does his eyes lock onto what I'm seeing.

A large white dinosaur,much larger than the t-Rex, emerges from the trees; its head hung low. Looking right at us " Run!" Owen calls out as he takes me by the hand as we begin running as fast as we can for the gate. The muscles in my legs are burning and my heart is beating rapidly with adrenaline and fear. When we got to the gait Owen hurriedly shoved me through first before following right behind me. I keep running until I'm a good 20 feet from the paddock and I watch in horror as the extremely pissed off idomanous rex begins to break and pry its way through the gap left in the gate. "Oh God" I murmur under my breath as I stand frozen where I stand.

"come on, we gotta go!" Owens voice makes me come back to my senses as the two of us began to run again but we didn't get far when the gates gave way. I drop to the ground, the sharp gravel digging into my knees and hands as I crawl under a van and Owen is quick to follow. I watch as he rolls onto his back before pulling me on top of him.

"close your mouth and eyes" he whispers as he pushes my head into the crook of his neck before I hear his pocket knife flick open. The smell of brake fluid fills my nose as Owen covers us in it , the thick liquid soaking and staining our clothes. My breath hitches and I tighten my grip on the man beneath me as loud and terrified screams fill my ears before abruptly being cut off. I'm holding my breath, and my body is completely frozen in fear when I suddenly feel a large wave of warm air blow over us. Something that should not be happening under a van. I have to stifle the whimper that falls from my lips. Owen, now taking his turn to tighten his grip on me, strong arms wrapping me in a cacoon of safety. We both hold our breath as the dinosaur nudged the van with its nose before letting out a huff of disinterest and stomping off somewhere, most likely looking for her next kill. I let out a choked and shaky breath as I felt Owen relax slightly beneath me.

"What the fuck just happened?" I eventually whisper out as I pull back to look my husband in the eyes. In his usual tranquil green eyes swam anger and something I haven't seen in a long time. Fear.

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Once we gathered our bearings the two of us eventually made it back to the main building of the park. I watched as Owen barged through the doors of the central control room, me hot on his heels as we shoved past a security guard who tried to keep us out .

"What the hell happened out there?"

"sir" the security guard barked as he tried to grab Owen by the arm but he just yanked his arm away.

" There are thermal cameras all over that Paddock! She did NOT just disappear." I argue as Claire walks up to us , the rest of the control room watching the exchange.

"It must have been some technical malfunction." Claire tried to argue, but her voice sounded just as unsure as her words.

" Were you not paying attention?" Owen speaks up once more, his anger evident," she marked up that wall as a distraction. She wanted us to think she escaped."

I folded my arms across my chest, nails digging into the skin of my palms as I tried to not let my irritation get the best of me. Arguing and standing around isn't going to solve anything.

"Hold on . We're talking about an animal here " Claire huffs out, clearly annoyed about Owens and I's presence here.

" A highly intelligent animal" I retort, my pointed look meeting her own.

"400 meters to the beacon" I catch someone saying before my eyes snap up to the giant screen in the room, and I can't believe what I'm seeing.

"You're going after her with non lethals?" I grit out , my patience and composure running very thin with those who are in charge of this damn park.

Claire , who is now also watching the screen with her back towards us, continues to argue with us." We have $26 million invested in that asset. We can't just kill it" she says , her voice laced with a very matter of fact tone.

"Those men are gonna die-"

"300 meeters to the beacon"

"You need to call this mission off right now." I can hear Owen bark out from beside me as my eyes continue to watch the group of men trudge through the jungle with nothing but tranquilizers and tasers.

"They're right on top of it"

" Call it off right now "

"You are not in control here!"

The argument between Claire and my husband stops as the captain of asset containment picks up a chunk of skin and muscle from the jungle floor.

"What is that?" I ask as I try to examine the blinking object embedded in the mass before I turn to look at the man beside me.

" That's her tracking implant. She clawed it out" Owen says in near disbelief and Claire turns to look at us again.

" How would it know to do that?" She mutters as she turns to look back at the screen and so do I.

"She remembered where they put it in" I finally answered.

"It can camouflage!" The captain screams out as everything erupts into chaos as the Indominus rex seemingly appears out of thin air , quickly attacking the squad of men.

"Evacuate the park"

"We'd never reopen"

I feel my anger bubbling over as Claire continues to care more about money and image than the lives of others. " You made a genetic hybrid, raised it in captivity," I say, my voice low," She is seeing all of this for the first time ."

"She doesn't even know what she is." Owen continues, building on top of my words," she will kill anything that moves."

" Do you think the animal is contemplating its own existence?" Mr. Masarani ask is disbelief as he finally turns and acknowledges Owen and I.

I watch as yet another agents heart monitor flat lines on the screen. There are only two people left.

" She is learning where she fits in on the food chain and I'm not sure you want her to figure that out " I explained, my eyes meeting Masarani's ." Now, asset containment can use live ammunition in an emergency situation. You have a M134 in your armory. Put it on a chopper and smoke this thing!" I say, my voice is loud and demanding.

"We have families here. I'm not gonna turn this place into some kind of war zone." Claire hissed back at me .

" You already have"

"Mr. And Mrs.Grady if you are not going to help , there is no reason for you to be in here." The red head scoffs out as the walks over to one of the people who work in this room.

"I would have a word with your people in the lab. That thing out there. That's no dinosaur" Owen huffs out before he turns and storms out of the control room. I look at the screen once more as the last heart monitor flat lines before following him.

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pseudosis · 7 months

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ᴥ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀 | plug!jet x reader {teaser}

ᴥwarning(s): reader calls jet “jee” , jet calls reader “kid” , drugs , mentions of death/violence , minor ocs

“I don’t like my money being fucked with kid…”

“Jee hush, I’m a little behind on bills right now. You’ll get your last sixty next week sometime.”

New york’s opening year climate had your hands all clammy, wrapping up in various layers of winter clothes somehow couldn’t stop the frigid whoops of air snaking their way to your body. Grip wavering visibly, trying to flip through your wallet of fresh cash and pull out a sum of money just short of sixty dollars to Jee. One thing about him is that he didn’t really like the whole ‘i’ll pay the rest later’ excuse, his policy is you either pay it or go home with nothing. Years of being a dealer had his paranoia constantly on a high most failed to understand.

Yet he found himself remorseful towards you, the both of you knowing each other since grade school, always making your payments on time. It wasn’t like you were the kind to grab and run from him anyway, an excuse this time would be tolerated by his rare patience. As soon as the paper made it into his expectant open palm, he balled it up, and replaced your empty hand with a solid pound of green in a plastic baggie.

“We hotboxing tonight or you going home?”

“Gotta go home, got work tomorrow.”

The discipline of a real job was a foreign idea to Jee, constantly running through streets for as long as he could remember. His longest ever consistent job was selling drugs. Never holding down a real home either, just constantly on the move. He says this business gets demanding like a normal job, seeing the bulge of a loaded pistol tucked into his waistband under his oversized hoodie.

“How Brooklyn been treating you Jee?”

Moving from Pasadena just a week ago had him new to the whole environment that made up the east coast, “Everything up here so damn expensive, but I’m coming from Pasadena, so it ain’t nothing I’m not used to. I hate the cold, but the rest of my group is up here so…”

He never looked at you, staring off into the distance in the park that was gradually collecting snow. Bare hands going a mild red from the dropped temperatures, then being shoved into his hoodie pockets. Kicking an accumulating pile of snow out of sheepishness during the silence between words, you decided to say something since you wanted to talk before heading off back home.

“I’m sorry about what happened to Chico…have you been at least doing well after his funeral?”

Jee said nothing for a long moment, face going unreadable and eyebrows hunching slightly together as he was seemingly thinking. Maybe bringing up a sensitive subject like that wasn’t the best social move you could’ve made, but that was your friend, and Chico happened to be his best friend as well. They were like brothers as close as they were, only to lose the man in a gunfight back when he was in Cali.

“…it’s been cool, you know. Things ain’t been ideal but shit happens, that’s life.”

As nonchalant about it as he wanted to be, you could sense his grief through his numb attitude. Eyebrows relaxing and his vision jolted to the ground, a moment before hearing the ding of his phone which softened the solemn energy around you two. Fishing the device out of his pocket, he checked the notification from some other buyer ready to purchase their products from him.

“Alright kid, see you around, don’t forget my damn sixty. I’ll blow your head off if you do.” Jee playfully hit your arm, a gesture native to the friendly relationship you two had for years now. Smacking the back of his head and laughing before you two parted off, returning to the very different lives the both of you lived.

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 3

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"Liv! Liv, wait!"

"Madders?" I say, turning around.

"So glad I found you."

"Did something happen? You look a bit out of breath, you have to work on your fitness" I tease him.

"Ha ha ha" he replies, rolling his eyes. "I need your help, Liv. It's an emergency."

"You are starting to worry me, James."

"Today is my anniversary and Kennedy and I are going out to celebrate. The twins are staying with my parents, but Leo's nanny has called in sick."

"James…" I say, knowing what he is going to ask me.

"Please, Olivia. He adores you and we trust you. And you don't have anything else to do today, do you?"

"What if I do?"

"Liv, it's Wednesday. You know you don't" he chuckles.

"Ok, fine. I don't" I sigh.

"Then will you take care of Leo?" Madders pouts.

"I will take care of Leo. But" I say, stopping him as he is about to hug me. "You owe me one."

"And I won't forget about it. You are the best, Liv" he says, now properly hugging me.

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"You gotta be kidding me" I say when I check the security camera and see the person who just rang Madders' doorbell.

"Liv?" Declan says when I open the door.

"Hello."

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question" I chuckle.

"Madders told me to come pick up a jacket I let him borrow over the summer and that he found doing some cleaning."

"Today of all days?" I ask.

"Yeah" he shrugs.

"Well, he isn't home. He and Kennedy are out celebrating their anniversary."

"He didn't say anything about that."

"Yeah, wonder why… Anyway, come in. Maybe he left the jacket upstairs in his room."

"Thanks" Declan smiles, making me feel funny things on my stomach. Yep, the crush still is there.

"If he isn't home, what are you doing here?" he asks me as we go up the stairs.

"Their nanny canceled and they couldn't find anyone to take care of Leo, and since I've done it before…"

"Barista and nanny?"

"I'm a woman of many talents."

"Interesting…" he smirks. "Oh, careful" he chuckles after I miss a step. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's just that I'm not used to these stairs." Because saying that my brain had stopped working after seeing him smile at me like that, sounds a bit weird, doesn't it?

"Liv?" Leo calls as we walk past his room.

"Oh, looks like he woke up from his nap" I say. "Do you mind going to look for the jacket on your own?"

"No, it's ok" Declan smiles, leaving me standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Liv?" Leo calls again.

"Coming!" I say, finally moving. How can someone's smile affect me so much?

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"Declan!" Leo says, running towards him.

"Hello, little man" he replies, picking him up and throwing him in the air, making him laugh.

"And the jacket?" I ask.

"Nowhere to be found" Declan says, putting Leo down.

"Maybe he didn't tell Kennedy about it and she put it back in his wardrobe."

"Maybe. But it's ok, I'll come another day."

"Are you leaving?" Leo asks him. "We were going to the park. Do you want to come with us?"

"Leo, Declan probably has things to do."

"Not really" he shrugs.

"Then you are coming with us!" Leo says while hugging his legs.

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"Someone please help me! The dragon is coming!" I say from the top of the toy castle in the park.

"Wait for me, princess!" Leo says, swinging his stick as if it was a sword.

"No, she's mine! Rawr!" Declan says from the floor, trying to catch my ankle.

"Is that how a dragon sounds now?" I laugh.

"That's how this dragon sounds, yes" he says, sticking out his tongue.

"I'm here, princess! Let's go to the sledge!" Leo says, grabbing my hand while Declan follows us.

"You are not going anywhere!" he says, standing at the end of the sledge as we go down. Leo manages to escape by running between his legs, but I am stuck. "You are mine, princess."

"I…"

"No! Die, dragon, die!" Leo says, hitting him with his stick.

"Oh, no! No, no!" Declan says, slowly and very dramatically falling to the floor while I just laugh.

"Princess! He isn't a dragon!"

"What?"

"He was under a spell!" Leo says. "He is a prince, you must kiss him to bring him back!"

"Leo…" I say with a nervous laugh.

"C'mon, princess. Hurry up."

"Yes, hurry up. I'm dying" Declan says, trying really hard not to smile.

"Ok, fine" I sigh, kissing his cheek.

"That doesn't work, Liv" Leo says. "You have to kiss him like mummy and daddy do."

"What?"

"You heard him" Declan smirks, my brain collapsing once again. "C'mon, princess. Save me" he says while closing his eyes and pouting.

"I can't kiss you if you are making that face, Declan" I laugh.

"Better now?" he smiles.

"Much better."

"Liv, kiss him!" Leo insists.

"Ok, ok" I say, giving him a quick peck.

"That's not how mummy and daddy do it."

"Because mummy and daddy are boyfriend and girlfriend, and we aren't."

"You are now. Kiss!"

"What?" Declan and I say at the same time.

"I've made you boyfriend and girlfriend. Now kiss" Leo orders us.

"I'm afraid we are gonna have to do it, Liv."

"Yeah… He is as stubborn as his dad" I say. "Ready to have your life saved, Prince Dragon?" I ask him, finding the courage to do what I'm about to do God knows where.

"Ready" Declan laughs before I cup his face and kiss him, Leo cheering behind us. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" he whispers when we break apart.

"No" I whisper back, my hands still on his face.

"Liv, I'm hungry. Can we go home?" Leo says.

"I just saved the prince. Aren't you going to say anything about it?"

"I'm bored, I don't want to play anymore."

"You… kids" I say, rolling my eyes while Declan just laughs.

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"I thought he would never fall asleep" Declan says, letting himself fall on the sofa.

"Same" I sigh, doing the same next to him.

"Should we order something to eat? All that running around has me famished."

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?"

"Liv, are you kicking me out?" he asks with a teasing smile.

"No, no" I say, feeling my cheeks on fire. "It's just that… You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"But I want to stay."

"Really?"

"Yeah" he smiles, that funny thing in my stomach throwing a party.

"Are you sure? Like, maybe you had plans to meet with your friends or… your girlfriend."

"My what?" he laughs.

"That girl I saw when I stopped by your house the other day."

"Her? Nah, she isn't my girlfriend."

"Oh, sorry. I just thought that… you know" I shrug, nervously playing with my hands.

"I'm 100% single, Liv. You?"

"Uh?" I say, finally daring to look at those stupidly gorgeous blue eyes of his.

"Are you single?"

"I am, yes."

"Nothing with that guy from work, then? Can't remember what he was called."

"Alex?"

"Yes, that was his name."

"Nah. We've known each other since we were kids because our parents are friends, but that's it."

"Oh, good. Then I can do this" he says before leaning forward and kissing me.

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 11

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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As has become a habit of recent, the first thing I do when I open my eyes – despite the headache pounding behind them – is check my phone. I smile at the sweet good night text that must have come through mere seconds after I’d fallen asleep and then text back.

Mornin’ Remind me to stay away from eggnog…Or at least not mix it with wine…

I sit up slowly and take a sip out of the water bottle that I’d somehow had the presence of mind to prepare in advance and reach into my bag for some pain killers. I take a couple of pills before laying back down. After a few minutes my phone buzzes.

Awe, Darlin’ That sounds like a lethal mix You ok?

Yeah, my head hurts

I bet You’re gonna hate what I have to say but... Water, pills, breakfast, exercise also helps

Check, Check, I don’t even want to think about food and not a chance

Fair enough Go back to sleep then I’ll be here when you wake up

I gotta get up Work later

Today?

People need their coffee…I’m closing

Please at least eat something first then Even if you don’t want to

I won’t be allowed to leave here without eating first So don’t worry

Good

This is the only thing I miss about London You know they get the day off after Christmas It’s called Boxing Day Though they mainly watch soccer But it’s a nationwide holiday

First you tell me you’re from Texas and now you’re saying you lived in London? Another long story, I’m guessing?

Yeah…I lived there for almost a year with my boyfriend after high school

Wow I thought my move to LA was ambitious and scary You actually went overseas

Yep…At the time I thought I was in love Anyway, you know the rest of that tragic story I really do have to get up now I’ll talk to you after work

Alright Darlin Hope your head feels better

I smile at his sweet message as I shut off my phone, get up, change into fresh jeans and a hoodie and pack all my things back into my bag. I leave the box from Jensen separate. Without all the extras from the cafe, I could easily manage my bag and the box, but I also know that Nick didn’t drink nearly as much as Stella or I, always wanting to be the responsible one and ready to look after her. So, I know he’ll insist on driving me home. With everything organised, I go to the bathroom to freshen up and then downstairs to indulge in whatever my stomach can handle.

In the kitchen, Nick takes one look at me and sighs. “You girls and your wine…”

“What about your eggnog?”

“I was deliberately light on the alcohol, if it wasn’t for the wine, you’d both be fine. How many times do I have to tell you both how much worse wine-hangover are?”

“Maybe a few hundred more. It’s fun at the time…”

“Yeah, and now you’re both a mess.” He hands me a plate with one of Stewie’s croissants heated up. “You’re gonna have to eat on the run. Stella has to go into the office, I’ll drop you off at the same time. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to make sure she’s getting ready.”

I sit at the island bench and pick at the croissant while I wait for Nick and Stella to come back downstairs.

“Some manager you are…” I playfully tease Stella from the backseat as she uses the tiny mirror to fix up her make-up, attempting to make herself look more alive and less hungover.

She meets my eyes in the mirror, “Like you’re any better?”

I shrug, “At least my customers will be just as hungover as me.”

Nick cuts us both off as he parks in front of her office building, “You’re both as bad as each other. I really wish you would stop doing this.” He leans over to peck Stella’s cheek, “I love you, go kick some ass.”

“I love you too, both of you,” she says with a glance over the backseat at me before slipping out of the car.

Nick waits until she disappears into the large, tinted glass doors before driving off. He sighs as he glances in the rearview mirror to meet my eyes briefly. “None of this funny business at the wedding, remember?” I nod. “You know she’s so close to another massive promotion, she’s in the middle of the pitch of her career. I get that you’re her best friend and that your life's a mess and you’re lonely but please don’t bring her down with you. The wedding is enough of a distraction. She wants this so bad, she won’t tell you because she loves you, but she can’t afford anymore distractions right now.”

My jaw drops. He’s never been this candid or harsh with me before. I’m lost for words. Shocked and hurt, all I can do is bite my cheek to hold back my emotions and nod. The rest of the drive to my apartment passes in uncomfortable, tense silence. The second the car stops I swing the door open and jump out. I quietly thank Nick for driving me and then slip into my apartment building.

I dump my stuff in the corner of the room and go shower. Feeling sick, hurt, sad, and like a woeful disappointment I scrub every inch of my body as I stand under the scalding water. I wash my hair, shave my legs and thoroughly exfoliate in an attempt to wash away all my feelings and make myself feel at least a little better about myself. By the time I shut off the water and step out of the cubicle I’ve made a list of resolutions that I’m not going to wait until New Years to enact.

Only contact Stella for wedding related matters

Be the best Maid-of-Honor ever

Get my life back on track - Stop chasing pipe dreams

Get a good-paying, stable 9-5 job

Be realistic about Jensen

I get dressed in the same jeans and a clean long sleeve shirt and then as the first step of my new resolutions, I tape up the box and write ‘return to sender’ on the top. I tie up my hair in a messy bun, put on comfy work shoes, grab my designated work backpack and the box, but as I check the time I realise I won’t make the post office before my shift so I leave it by the door and make a mental note to take it first thing in the morning.

My shift passes by in a blur. I hand out order after order with practiced speed and a forced smile. After flicking the sign to ‘closed’ I scrub every surface until it shines and then lock up. As I walk home I briefly check my phone, I see a text from Jensen but don’t let myself read it. I stuff my phone back in my pocket and quicken my pace to get out of the miserable, cold December air. For a second I;m transported back to my time in London.

I walked down a quiet lane back towards my shared apartment. The bleak weather matched my emotions. The light drizzle matching the tears still falling down my cheeks. I had been sitting alone in a park all day avoiding the place and person I had called home for so long. I only got up once I knew he’d be at work, likely serving fancy cocktails to the pale, model-like brunette he brought back to our apartment. I’d only been gone one night, for an acting class in Paris. But when I got home, excited to surprise him, knowing he’d still be sleeping from working until 2am, I found he wasn’t alone; there was another naked woman laying on my pillow. A chorus of car horns startles me out of the unpleasant memory and I finally slip back into my building. I have another scalding shower to wash away the sweat and unpleasant smell of mixed foods and beverages clinging to my clothes, skin and hair. When I sit down to eat a bland frozen lasagne I flick through the channels. Supernatural is on again but I force myself to flick past it before Jensen’s face appears. Settling on an animal documentary I open my laptop and search for jobs as I eat. My phone buzzes on the coffee table but I silence it. I feel a little guilty for ignoring him since Jensen has been nothing but nice to me, but then Nick’s words ring back through my head, “I get that you’re her best friend and that your life is a mess and you’re lonely but please don’t bring her down with you.”. And I know he’s right, my life is a mess and I am lonely, but until I sort it out, I’ll just bring anyone around me down with me.

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people we meet on vacation - jeong yunho

pairing -> jeong yunho x gender neutral!reader. (they/them used)

summary -> after bumping into what you call, the love of your life at a vaction once, you found that there was no way to find out more about him. 4 years later, when you've lost all hope, you finally find him and he's your boyfriend's bestfriend.

genre -> slice of life kinda (?), strangers to lovers.

warnings -> a bunch of curses, a tattoo, mingi is a real dick (sorry, had to be <3), it goes back and forth between the past and present a lot but its all labelled that's all though.

word count -> 4255 words.

a/n -> this fic isn't in anyway related or inspired by the book of the same name by emily henry, it's just that the title of the book went along with the fic's themes so i rolled with it :) a tiny, tiny part of it has been inspired by the first half of the bollywood movie, tamasha. and and, lastly, all the translations were taken from google translate so if you find any mistakes you know who to blame. ok bye, enjoy.

PRESENT, SEOUL, 2023.

“Are you ready, babe?”

Mingi calls out from the living room, tying up the laces to his boots. You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror and then called out in agreement.

“Let’s go,”

when you're in the car with him, you look out of the window, watching the daylight completely drown out slowly. and then you look at your boyfriend, who is focused on driving. you're both going to his friend's birthday dinner and since it’s only been about 2 months of you both dating, it is one of the first time you're meeting his friends, having heard a lot of great things about them already.

he notices you looking at him and gives you a smile before giving his full attention to the road again.

mingi isn’t a bad person, you know that. but for some reason, there has been no one who'd been able to catch your attention fully or make you stay for even a month. the 2 month mark with mingi was a huge thing for you.

But then you visibly wince when you remind yourself about the texts.

Never could you ever imagine that your tendency to never commit to anyone would bite you back in this form.

When you finally feel secure enough with someone, you find out that they’ve been cheating on you.

Mingi wasn’t a bad person, you convince yourself. It was just your karma.

when you reach the parking lot of the restaurant, mingi tells you to wait, he unbuckles his seatbelt and then gets out of his seat and slams the door shut and runs to get yours.

when you give him your hand, he kisses it gently, whispering a little into your ear.

"my angel looks so pretty tonight,"

and he holds out his arm for you to clasp yours into.

"ever the gentleman," you kiss his cheek.

as you enter through the glass doors of the hotel, you spot a lot of people, a bunch of foreigners going about, someone trying to check in, and people like yourself, here just for dinner.

"excuse me, what way is the banquet?" mingi asks on the front desk.

"oh, are you mr. kim's guests?"

"yes, yes,"

"straight from here, last room on the right,"

"okay, thank you,"

"___, can you go ahead? i need to take this call, i'll be there in 5,"

"let me wait for you?"

"oh, just introduce yourself, i really gotta take this,"

you were a little irritated (understatement) but decided to go ahead anyway, what’s the worst that could happen anyway?

and as you step inside the white tiled room with a huge chandelier in the middle, and golden lit lights, you think you might be dreaming.

no, not because of the ambience. but because of the person sitting there, looking up at you, as surprised as you were.

PAST, CURÇAO ISLANDS, SUMMER, 2019.

"who? what? why?"

"well, i don't know, i didn’t he would show up here when i told him we were coming here,"

"oh god,"

to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. your friend, jae-i and her "situationship" with the university playboy, kim sungwon was famous and you hoped that you could try to get her away from him during this vacation but turns out, old habits die hard. she claims she only told him that she was going for a vacation and apparently, he was here and "begging for forgiveness," because he deeply thought about how wrong his actions were.

"you know what, do whatever you want to, because to hell with our vacation, and don't you dare come to me when he breaks your heart again,"

you slam the door and get out. you weren’t that harsh and you did feel like you went overboard but she needed it. you would come back later anyway.

The bar was a couple blocks away from the cottage that you’d rented and it was right on the beach, a bunch of wooden chairs and tables and people enjoying their exotic coloured drinks, each one of them speaking in different languages.

Speaking of languages, you weren’t quite sure of dutch. You knew the typical “hallo (hello),” and “ik ben nieuw hier (i’m new here),” but the basics was where it ended.

“Um, hi,”

“waar kan ik je mee helpen (how can i help you)?”

“English?”

He made a disappointed face. “No english, de werknemer die Engels kent, heeft pauze (the employee who knows English is on break),”

With a mental facepalm, you realize you’d even left your phone and wallet back where jae-i was, and you had no intention of facing her, especially if there was a possibility that the asshole would be there, and there was no point in trying to order without money anyway.

“Nevermind, Bedankt (thank you),” he snickers at your accent but nods anyway.

“Oh no, no, let me get that for you,” a tall man, absolutely gorgeous, with the looks of someone who could easily pass off as a well known celebrity appears beside you.

“What do you want?”

“Its fine, i was just leaving,”

“Relax, i’m not a creep, just trying to help, you can pay me back later,”

“Oh, well, okay,”

A few minutes later, you and the handsome stranger were both seated on the wooden stools, he was taking in the sun without a lot of struggle since he brought sunglasses, meanwhile you, well, let’s just say it was a bad day for you.

a little away from the arrangement of chairs there was a live band, some music playing as a couple danced, and then later the others joined as the tune got more upbeat.

As you sipped on the oddly coloured drink you’d seen a lot of people drinking, he turns to you, “so what’s your story?”

“Ah, well, i came here with my friend thinking it would be a little time before she could be away from her shitty ex, but guess what? He’s here,”

“Interesting story, i mean, sucks for you, but, it’s a nice plot,”

“Is that so? What’s yours?”

“Not much of a story, my one of my friends is getting married in september and the other is going to take over as ceo of his father’s company after this summer so we all decided on this trip as something of a milestone,”

“It would get harder to meet after this so,”

“Oh got it, got it,”

"wait, we never exchanged names,"

“I’m yunho,”

“I’m ____,”

he gets up, "in my opinion, You know, what you should do? Enjoy your trip, not everybody has a chance to take a trip like this and you really can’t let your friend ruin it for you,”

You think it up. “Ofcourse,”

He asks for your hand as he puts down his own glass.

You’re almost about to slip your hands into his but then you hesitate, “but wait, don’t you have your own group of friends to worry about?”

“I think seven adult men can enjoy life without me. Besides, it’s not everyday I bump into someone like you or presented with an opportunity like this one.” he winks.

Far away, the sun shows signs of weakening and giving into the sea, the music that’s steadily shifting to more mellow tunes and the noise of the sea gulls.

Yunho takes your hand and guides you to the open space, a couple of people are dancing but the attention from the crowd focuses on you both as you laugh at yunho’s actions. He attempts to spin you and the crowd cheers at that, the beats become more and more danceable.

His hands are on your waist, and his eyes, those eyes. They stare right into yours as you dance. Even though you shrug it off with your laughs, you can feel the spark. And then he’s close, way too close to be with a stranger that you just met, and instead of facing him, you just lean your head onto his chest and close your eyes.

“Kiss already,” someone from the band shouts.

And then you look up at him, “what do we do?”

“Only if you want to,”

His words repeat in front of you again, “...it’s not everyday i bump into someone like you or presented an opportunity like this one,”

You close your eyes and reach up to him, it honestly catches yunho by surprise but it’s over almost as suddenly as it is initiated. A peck. But it was more romantic than any kiss he’s shared with anyone.

PRESENT, SEOUL, SUMMER, 2023.

"hey, you came with mingi right? oh my god, you’re gorgeous, how did he even score you? i'm wooyoung, by the way,"

"i'm _____," you blush, this man certainly knew how to make a fist impression.

"Where's mingi? is it his manners to leave his date alone?"

to which you let out a chuckle, "he got a really important call, he'll be here in a bit though,"

"let me keep you company then, and fulfill mingi's duty of introducing you to the others."

a few people are gathered on the far end of the table opposite from you and a few are sitting on the table already engrossed in a conversation except one of them who looks at you, eyes fixated.

“That is our friend yunho, san and his mate, milo.”

Yunho. Him. fate. There were so many things going in your mind right now, all of the memories, him paying for your drink, spending the entire day with him, forgetting that a thing like a mobile even existed, it was so funny that you both met again. There were almost zero chances, after you came back from your trip, you searched every nook and cranny of social media from whatever information you had of him, scanned every public setting, just in hopes that somehow, just somehow you bump into him again. And unfortunately, this is how you meet.

“Hey,” he extends his hand. Does he remember all of that? Given it was not more than even a day spent together, but it impacted you, did it impact him?

There was like an unspoken agreement to not mention that you’d met before, because you’d not seen a lot of his friends on the trip neither had they seen you nor had yunho ever seen jae-i, all because of that stupid agreement.

You try searching for recognition in his eyes, but mingi comes before you can try communicating with him even a little.

“Mingi! Dude, why’d you leave your date alone? Thank god i was around to help,”

Mingi looks at you, “so you’ve already met them, i see,” and takes your hand into his, and never have you ever wanted to pull your hand back from someone this badly, because you look at the subtle way yunho’s eyes flit to the clasped hands and he backs away.

“Hongjoong,”

The said person is too deep in conversation with someone yunho has never seen but has deduced that they’re most probably business partners.

He calls out to his friend again. And hongjoong looks at him, he mutters a “please,” and then steps away.

He’s careful not to be in the earshot of the group that wooyoung, mingi, you and san have created, they’re very curious to know you, someone mingi had been talking about for months, labelling his new date as his best ever.

“Oh, mingi’s here,” hongjoong notices as he steps to the side yunho is, “wait, yunho, i’ve seen-”

“Shhh, shut up, shut up, this is exactly why i brought you here, keep your mouth shut, mingi’s date, the one he’s been bragging about, is the person i fell in love with in the summer of 2019,” he releases his hand that he had been holding over hongjoong’s mouth.

he touches his elbow slightly, to remind his friend.

And the older guy doesn’t say anything.

“It’s just you who knows, so please, don’t tell anybody, and don’t let anybody know that you know them,”

“It’s just unbelievable,”

And hongjoong watches as they both look at you, he looks at the way yunho watches you. “I remember you being all miserable because you couldn’t find them,”

“Yes, it’s unbelievable but also unfortunate, i’d rather have they not met me at all than this,”

Hongjoong wishes he could have done something, but he doesn’t even know what to do. He wishes he could have taken his friend’s pain because it’s so cruel but he tries to cheer the other up instead, leads him to the dinner table and carefully diverts the conversation to anything but you and mingi.

PAST, SUMMER, 2019.

"and i'm supposed to believe that?"

"i swear, i've never done it,"

"you've never ever fallen in love?" the stranger you met at the beach is clearly in disbelief over the fact that you've never been in love. it's after dinner that you're again here at the beach, walking on the shoreline.

"i don't think it's consciously my choice, it's just something that happens, i become obsessed with a person, i think that its love but then it wears down as fast as it comes."

"uh huh, okay, so you won't fall in love with me?"

you look up at him, his face lit up by the different shades of colours, the streetlight on your left, the headlights of the cars speeding past, and the lightings that are decorated on stalls at some stalls. he looks absolutely gorgeous but more than that, there's something in his eyes, that makes you feel like you actually could. you could actually dream about a forever, and this time maybe even fulfill it. was that possible?

but the realization that you're probably never going to meet again sets in and he looks away too, thinking the same thing maybe.

"nevermind, i'm sorry,"

"wait, yunho,"

he'a already a few steps ahead of you when you stop him, he looks back at you with a questioning look as you point to at something.

"a tattoo?"

you nod.

"you want to get a tattoo with me?"

"there should be at least a little something that i can recognise you by if we ever cross paths again,"

he looks at you in awe as you walk over there, determined to get a tattoo, with or without him.

as he follows you, he knows something very clearly, he'll do whatever you want. even if he doesn't know you, he knows that he's had a feeling of love. not entirely falling but a fleeting kind of. He doesn’t pay much attention and without giving it much thought, follows you.

"hey, yunho,"

he turns back, spotting hongjoong at a little distance from where he was standing, his friend walks closer to him and he has a bag full of beer bottles, clearly leaving to refill the party with their friends.

"we've been looking all over for you, buddy,"

"uh, i've.. found a friend,"

"where?" he points to the tattoo shop where you're talking to the guy, and swiping through designs.

"that's great, dude, about time you find someone,"

“Yeah, and i hope y’all don’t mind it,”

He tsks in reply, “they’re all shitfaced, they probably won’t last for more than an hour or so, and that’s when i can finally drink,” he points to the beer bottles.

"hey," you call out from your place, and interested to know the stranger standing beside your new friend, you walk up to them.

"you're?"

"i'm hongjoong,"

“Nice to meet you, hongjoong,” you give him a smile.

"you're getting a tattoo?" he asks.

"if yunho agrees,"

"yunho, hmmm, you should go ahead, do it,"

"oh, wait, hongjoong is a great artist, he can draw something for us," yunho suggests.

"well, if you want me to,"

and about an hour later, there’s half a butterfly on the area above the elbow on your right arm and the same location on his left arm.

"well, that was painful," you say, gripping your covered arm.

"you think?"

"but well, now i have something to remember you by so i'm not complaining," he adds.

which makes the both of you go silent again.

you want to ask him his number, but something stops you. Looking back you’re not so sure of what held you back but you wished, wished so bad that you’d taken some number, some contact anything. Heck, even an email address would have sufficed.

But thinking that you can probably search him up on instagram or snapchat or something, you don’t bother about it.

"let's meet here tomorrow? you're here right?"

you ask him, curious to know if he's into hanging out for another day.

"ofcourse, i'm craving some pancakes for breakfast,"

"we got it! let's have pancakes tomorrow,"

PRESENT. SEOUL. 2023

"hey, i'm hongjoong,"

"oh, hongjoong,"

the man visibly pales over your mention of his name but you can't resist it, all of it is coming back to you in such a full swing and you can't even do anything about it, you should have just stayed home.

and then the tattoo, your bare arm left it being exposed, nobody would know its meaning but it just felt like an open wound right now and you wish you had some extra sleeves so you could just cover them up.

yunho is ignoring you, and as you are, too. but it keeps on poking you with a stick, the memory of all of it, and you shake your head, it was just a day, you cannot let it have so much effect over you. and it just killed you that you couldn't just drop mingi's hand and tell him that this was the man, this was the guy you had fallen in love with, for the first time and intensely and in the period of not even a day.

throughout the dinner, his friends keep trying to make you comfortable and so does mingi but every time he talks to you and you're forced to look away from yunho, it practically rips your heart apart and then the thought of going home and then again being apart from him. it just seemed like a nightmare.

hongjoong looked awkward as he tried his best to not let anything slip out of his mouth, he looked like a bad liar. and as you sit there on the dining table you realize that the guy who was getting married after the summer was hongjoong, and it was almost his 4 year anniversary soon. and the guy who was taking over a company was the obnoxious but sweet, wooyoung.

But yunho seemed different with them. When he was with you, that day, it felt like he would just about do anything without any remorse at all. And today, the tie around his neck felt too tight.

"excuse me, i need to go to the washroom," you needed some air.

"should i come?" mingi offers.

"i'll come too, i need to get some air, i'll help you find the way?"

the dining table doesn’t notice the way the air shifts around you both and mingi nods and carries on with his previous conversation with san but you walk up to the door with yunho walking behind you and keep walking until you've reached the far end of the corridor, where he pulls your hand to stop and then looks around and opens a door.

"that's a janitor's closet-"

"shhh," he quiets you down, there’s nobody who would hear you, but its just that he wants to look at you, quietly. think about that day again and again.

you look into his eyes again, the door has slits so the lobby lights spill into the room and parts of his are visible, including his eyes. the eyes you fell in love with, is that even possible, to fall in love with someone's eyes, or to fall in love with someone you just met for a day?

"why did you leave suddenly?"

"i-"

he places a finger on your lips, leaning towards you in the small, dark room filled with brooms and the smell of room freshners.

and his voice comes out as a whisper.

"i searched the entire island, all hotels, all the resorts, the airbnbs. there was not a single corner i hadn’t looked for you that day, where were you?"

"i had to leave, jae-i's family found out that she'd been with that jerk and they called us home immediately, and i tried finding you but i had to leave on the first flight that morning and i'm just so, so, so, sorry,"

he puts away his finger and sighs, "it's fine,"

"fate is such a bitch though,"

"you think?" you snicker.

"what do we do now?" he asks. a deafening silence follows.

"i'm going to leave,"

"again?"

you don't pay much attention to his comment.

"i'm going to get out of mingi's life because i obviously can't live with him knowing that i'm in love with one of his friends,"

"and what about us?"

you place a hand on his chest.

"there was no us, yunho, how can you even be with me like this? all we'll end up being is each other's worst secrets, i don't think i'd want that, i don’t think you would want that either."

he nods.

"you fell in love with me?"

"yes,"

his tears glisten with the light.

"i fell in love with you too, and that morning i was going to properly introduce myself, take you out on a proper date, tell you that my drunk self was just beyond crazy for the shit he'd pulled the day before. but i guess fate had other plans,"

A FEW WEEKS LATER, PRESENT, 2023.

a few weeks later, when he gets a text from mingi in the groupchat, yunho feels a stake through his heart even though it was his friend who just got dumped.

he's brushing his teeth, while he goes through the texts for the entire day. mingi writes, it's been days but i've been kinda busy so i just thought i'd let you all know.

and then a notification for a private group chat, something the others had a knack for doing when they wanted to spill some gossip on the recent event in the main group chat, this particular one was revived from last year's surprise party for mingi's birthday. so the gossip was about mingi.

it was san, "you know he deserved it, milo told me he saw him with some other girl in a hotel one day,"

Hongjoong : “really? He’s such a fool for doing that to y/n, they definitely deserve better,”

Now, that felt like a very personal jab.

The others express their opinion too, with wooyoung saying he kinda predicted it with the way mingi left you alone that day at hongjoong’s party and yeosang and some others concluding with “what can we do? It’s his life, hopefully, y/n is not hurt a lot,”

he facepalmed. why? why were the fates so fucked? was it possible any of his friends would have your number? would it be weird if he asked for the number of one of friends' ex lovers? god, the amount of bad luck he always seemed to have was astronomical.

Hongjoong called him right after the texts ended.

“You, my friend, have the worst luck in the entire world,”

“Shut up, don’t rub it in,”

he lays down on his bed, tired from the day. It was only 7 pm but he felt like it would be better if he just slept.

“We should have lunch tomorrow, by the way, my treat,”

“We’re not having a pity party for me, joong.”

Just then the doorbell rings. “Wait, hold on, i have a visitor,”

He puts the phone on the shoe rack and walks over to open the door. when he opens, he sees the white bag before he can figure out its you. because you've shielded your face with it.

“Oh shit, shit, shit,”

when you move it out and finally take a look at yunho's face, he takes a minute to register it's you.

and he grabs you into a hug as soon as he realizes. guess his luck isn’t that bad even.

Hongjoong, still on the call and listening over, is concerned for yunho. “Hello? Yunho? Who is that? Yunho??? Answer me? Is someone stabbing you?”

after he realizes he's almost blocking your windpipe and realizes it's rude to just cry in the looby of your apartment complex, he invites you in and properly takes a minute for his emotions to settle down.

Meanwhile, hongjoong has ended the call and resorted to calling again, so yunho can pay attention to his phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh my god, you’re alive,”

“I’m alright.”

And you walk over, looking at the caller ID, decide to introduce yourself, “hey, hongjoong, remember me? You drew my tattoo for me?”

“Yunho, what the fuck, man?”

“Don’t blame him, he didn’t know i was coming. And i stole his address from mingi, at least he was of some use,”

“Woah,” the older man is clearly surprised but then cuts the call after telling you both to not lose this chance and that he will talk to yunho tomorrow.

“So,” yunho says, you’re both in the kitchen, your white bag placed on the counter. “What is this?”

“We never got to have those pancakes,”

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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Five

Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC)

Warnings: Misgendering, Shitty partner, Josh being disgustingly sweet.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance.

Author's Note: I am so sorry this chapter took a while to get out, I fought with myself a lot about it because it’s filler, hence the small word count, but it’s filler of Josh being a little lovestruck sweetie pie. So, I hope you enjoy it. Next week’s chapter is much meatier. Thank you all for being patient with me.

Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day - Lovely Day, Bill Withers

I get up from the table Quinn and I shared mere moments ago and make my way to the parking lot. I should have gotten their number before they left. I don’t know how I’ll be able to focus on anything else when I know they may be fighting with their partner, and I can’t check on them. I sigh and hop into my truck. I attempt to push those thoughts out of my head, because I know it’s out of my hands. Even if Quinn did have my number, who’s to say I would be the one they would come to with their troubles? They love Willa so much that they’d obviously go to her first. Regardless, I don’t have time to dissect any of this. I have to head to the farmer’s market. Jake hasn’t directly asked me to pick anything up for the bar, but I made a list of a few items before I left this morning. I want to take some of the stress off him. He cares so much for everyone around him but will hardly accept it when anyone else sits and fusses over him.

I slowly turn onto the gravel drive leading up to the parking lot of the farmer’s market, slamming my truck in park and running through my mental list of items I’ll need to hunt for. Lemons, Eggs, Fresh Bread, maybe something crafty. My eyes pan over to the flower booth, and I see none other than Miss Willa in the flesh, off paper. I take in her slightly windswept brown bob and perfectly cool outfit that she had undoubtedly spent a while agonizing over this morning. Good God, Quinn really did capture her perfectly in their sketchbook. Without a second thought, I beeline directly for her. Maybe I can make an excellent first impression with her. Why do I care what Willa thinks? It’s not like Quinn will like me more if I’m nice to their friend who doesn’t know me. “Hello, Dear,” I clear my throat and step up to speak to her. She gives me a once over before quirking one eyebrow in an annoyed gesture for me to continue. “I just wanted to stop and tell you that you’re absolutely breathtaking.” She rolls her eyes, but a small smile overtakes her lips. “Thank you. I’m glad to see there’s at least one decent person that comes to the farmer’s market.”

What could she possibly mean by that? Everyone here is lovely. “Anyway, I gotta scoot. Photos aren’t gonna take themselves,” she points to the camera she has on a strap around her neck. Oh, Sam would love her. “Goodbye, miss. Perhaps we’ll meet again at a different time.”

I turn on my heel and head immediately for Linda’s booth. When I get there, Linda’s back is turned to me as she rifles through the totes sitting on the table behind her. I pause to admire the little trinkets she has sitting for sale.

“Linda, Darling,” I start, chuckling a little bit as she jumps before turning around, “You are underselling yourself. You could charge at least $2 more for these!” “Joshua,” She places a hand to her heart, feigning shock, “you nearly gave an old woman a heart attack. Are you proud of yourself?” “Very!” I place the hand-sewn pot holder back on the table in front of me. “Haven’t seen you at the tavern lately. Is there something I should know?” “Oh, yes, dear. I’ve begun seeing a man, and he is taking up all my time.” I stare blankly at her, knowing she’s lying. We would have been the first to know if she were seeing a new man. She would have brought him in to see if we could scare him off. “Lin,” I start, “Please be serious. I know you better than that.” She lets out a small chuckle before shrugging her shoulders. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve had a stroke of inspiration and been busy making new things for the booth.” I look down at the table and spot a few new items I’ve never seen before. “Well, they’re stunning, dear. But Sam misses you. I miss you. You gotta come back to the bar soon.” She nodded and shooed me away, clearly over my antics. “What if I wanted to buy something?” I pout at her. “You know your money’s no good here,” she rolls her eyes at me. I huff, picking up a set of pot holders. “Can I at least buy you a drink the next time you're in Caravel?” “Fine. Now scoot, you're scaring away potential customers.” I chuckle and begin to walk away when I hear her call back out, “Oh, and Josh… You seem happier. Don’t let me forget to grill you about that later.” “Yes, ma’am.”

I begin to weave through the farmer’s market, stopping at a few different stalls to pick up the items from my list. I get distracted by one stall specifically that sells art supplies. I’ve always known this stall was here but never thought to check it out—it seems a bit silly since I work at Hobby Lobby. I stopped today because my eyes were drawn to a small display of leather roll-up pencil cases. They were hand-stamped in varying designs. I picked up the first one that caught my eye, a deep brown sheepskin with a gold foil geometric pattern embossed on the front.

Quinn.

“Excuse me,” I interrupt the employee, noting the embossing station set up in the back corner of the booth, “do you do personalizations?” “Yes, we do, sir.” She responds with a smile. “Perfect! Can I get a name added to the bottom corner here?” I point out the free space along the right edge. “Of course! Do you want it gilded as well?” I nod, write down the details, and hand my debit card to the employee without even checking the price. “This shouldn't take very long at all, and I'm sure,” she holds the piece of paper out in front of her, reading the name, “Quinn will love this.”

I smile and let my fingers flit over the rest of their items, biding time while Quinn’s gift is prepared. Oh, I hope they love it. I hope they don't think I'm insane for this. After a few moments, the employee hands the pencil case back to me.

“You don't have to pick any up today, but this will eventually require a leather conditioner to keep the leather soft and bendable.” “I’ll make sure to pick some up. Thank you!” I throw the case into my canvas tote, along with the other goodies I picked up, and head back to my truck, unable to keep the smile off my face the entire way home.

I pull into the parking lot of the bar and grab the tote bag from my front seat, slinging it over my arm as I hop out of the driver’s side. I let out a small giggle to myself, thinking about how shocked Jake is going to be when I come in with items for the bar. I slowly begin making my way to the front door, praying that no one is inside so I can halfway dish with Jake. I didn’t see any cars in the parking lot, but as we all know, that doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot if it’s a bar you’re walking into.

I kick the door to the tavern open, shoving my way inside and immediately locking eyes on Jake. “Honey, I’m home!” I see Jake just shake his head and continue on with wiping down the bar top. I roll my eyes at him. He always seems to be moving, always cleaning, always taking care of something. He never leaves time for small enjoyments, or breaks, or even (my favorite activity) people watching. I worry about how he may get burnt out, he loves this bar and I don’t want anything to stand in the way of that. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” He breaks my chain of thought with a light chuckle. “Sorry, kiddo,” he scoffs at my nickname for him, “I had shit to do today.” I shake my bag from the farmer’s market for emphasis, before sitting on one of the stools in front of him and sliding it over to him. I busy myself on my phone while he looks through the items I bought for him. I wonder if I could find Quinn on Instagram. No, that’s insane. They didn’t give you their socials, don’t go hunting for them. I scrub one hand down my face, letting out a sigh. The thoughts are loud today. “Hey, Bub?” Jake asks, holding in a laugh. “Mm?” “I don’t think this is for me,” he fully laughs at that. I look up from my phone, eyes widening as I see that he’s holding my gift for Quinn in his hand. “Quite right, Kiddo. Hand it over, please.” “Who’s this for?” He turns it over in his hand, clocking the name I had embossed on the front of it. “A friend,” I offer no further information. “Cute, I wasn’t aware you had those. Especially one named Quinn,” He winks, “Or is this the person you told me about the other day?” I look around the bar, seeing one person sitting off in the corner wearing a Boston Red Sox hat, and I lower my voice. “Yeah. I, uh, actually had coffee with them this morning before I hit the farmer’s market.” “Why are you whispering?” “You never know who’s listening,” I shrug. Jake rolls his eyes in response, but gestures for me to continue. “I went down to Higher Grounds, you know, to work on my writing, and they were just…There. It felt like some kind of divine intervention or something.” “You are far too romantic for your own good,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m not romantic, it’s just– what are the odds?” “The odds of two queer people running into each other at a weed cafe? Pretty high, I’d guess.”

I reach over the bar, attempting to wrap my arm around his neck to get him in a headlock, but he dodges it. “Gotta try harder than that, bub,” he adds, putting further distance between us. I roll my eyes, but settle back into my seat before continuing. “We just sat together, and they told me about their job and we shared our art. Quinn is such a beautiful artist, “ I sigh, recognizing how pathetic I probably sound, “and so, I saw the pencil case and I picked it up.” “And asked them to customize it,” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Sue me, their partner sucks. I wanted to do something nice.”“Mhmmmm”

Before I can add anything else, the person in the corner of the bar slams their hands down on the table, drawing mine and Jake’s attention. I watch as he slowly removes his ball cap, revealing his face. “Josh,” he smirks, “If you’re worried about people overhearing you, maybe you should learn how to actually whisper.” Fucking Craig. Really? Is he stalking me? “Oh, how nice to see you again, Greg,” I let out a mirthless chuckle, “How are you enjoying your time in Caravel Tavern?” “The company leaves much to be desired, curious if the owner knows what kind of people his workers let run around in here.” Jake clears his throat next to us and my face breaks out into a wicked smile. God, I can’t wait to hear how this goes. He cuts a mischievous glance in my direction before sticking his hand out to introduce himself to Craig. “Jake Kiszka,” he grabs Craig’s hand, shaking it with a bit more force than necessary, “owner.” Craig’s eyes go wide as he pulls his hand from Jake’s grasp, flexing his fingers. “Woah,” he says, stunned, “You guys look alike.” Jake and I make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between us. Is this dude for real? Shockingly yes, he is an absolute buffoon. Jake rolls his eyes and we both burst out in laughter. This has to be the first time in our entire lives that someone did not immediately clock us as twins. “You think we look alike? Really?” I say, fake excitement riddling my voice, “Can you believe it, Jake?” “I know, I don’t really see it, myself.” Craig’s eyes dart between us, a look of confusion muddling his features. I almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure it out. “Don’t hurt yourself there, big guy,” Jake snorts, “we’re twins.” “Oh, so there’s two of you.” “Indeed,” I flash him a grin. “Do I have to worry about you coming after my girlfriend too, buying her presents?”

I watch as Jake finally puts two and two together, after I neglected to fully introduce him to Craig moments ago. He sends me a look that I interpret to mean is this the guy? I nod at him, and a hint of anger flashes across his face.

“Oh, I know who you are,” he starts, then cuts himself off. I see Jake calculate his next steps. His mind warring between tearing into Craig on my, and Quinn’s, behalf and maintaining the air of a dutiful bar owner. Bar owner won. “I’m going to cut you off, bud. Pay your tab and get out.” Craig huffs, but slams a $20 bill on the counter. “Keep the change, Jake. Surely you need it.” “Planned on it regardless, call it the Asshole Tax,” he turns away from Craig, moving to the cash register. He turns back to Craig and hands him the, unnecessary, receipt. “Oh, and tell Quinn that Josh says ‘Hello.’” Anger overtakes Craig’s features and I watch with mild interest as he curls and uncurls his fist a few times, before ultimately deciding better of trying anything with Jake. He turns without a word and rushes out the front door of the bar. Finally, when the bell above the door stops tinkling, I look toward Jake. My younger brother, always ready to protect me from the world. It seems silly, but I feel a tear well in my eye, thinking about how many times he has gone to bat for me. Thinking about how many times he has put his neck out just to ensure that I don’t have to. As if understanding where my thoughts had drifted to, he walks out from behind the bar, claps a hand on my shoulder and pulls me in for a quick hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “It’s nothing.” “I tried to do something nice for you today, and you still ended up saving my ass.” Jake chuckles and pulls away, looking toward the discarded bag on the bar. “Well, you saved me from having to run out and get eggs before our evening rush. So, thank you.”

He pats my shoulder again, before turning and walking back to his office and I take it as my cue to leave. I pick up Quinn’s present, absentmindedly rubbing the leather between my fingers as I head up to the apartment above the bar.

We’ll see where this goes…

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Flordia Girl

(Part two of three, completed)

Logan Sargeant x reader

Part one

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It was Friday, practice 1 and practice 2. I quickly got ready and arrived at the paddock bright and early. I chatted to some of the mclaren staff in the hospitality area. Before Lando and Oscar appeared out of no where and greated me. "Oh hi!" I smiled at the pair.

"Hey" Lando said first

"Sup?" Oscar said quickly after "so Lando here has practice 1 so I'm free for a while so we can hang out!" He smiled "I have a friend that's actually a fan of your so I'd like to introduce him to you" he smiled

I nodded and turned to Lando "good luck in practice"

"Thanks" he replied before heading to the garage to get ready

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"You know I still can't belive that you didn't ACTUALLY tell us your celeb crush!" Oscar complained

"Well I did narrow it down for yall" I said

"Saying that he is currently or was an f1 driver at some point DOESNT narrow it down" he complained

I laughed "well with yours and Landos reaction the whole internet seems to think that you do" I chuckled

Oscar just shook his head before he waved someone over in the paddock "Logan, mate, over here!"

Logan walked over and greeted Oscar before seeing y/n.

"Logan this is y/n" he smiled "You're a big fan right?" He said smirking knowing what he was doing

Logan started sputtering a little before he turned to me completely "uh hi" he smiled "I uh am a big fan"

I chuckled "I'm a fan of you to" I smiled "gotta have the American rep out in the track you know?" I said.

Logan smiled as we chatted. We didn't even notice Oscar disappeared as we chatted mostly talking about family and our life in Florida.

"So let me get this straight" he said "you grew up in the orange groves?" Logan asked

"Kinda" I chuckled "my childhood home was basically surrounded by the fields we used to play manhunt in the groves"

He nodded "that's sounds like fun" he smiled

"It was" I said "what about you?"

"Well when I was younger I mostly karted with Oscar but I love fishing" he smiled again "speaking of which where did he go?" He asked looking around for his friend

I shrugged "I think he got called by his team" I said looking over to where the mclaren garage is

He nodded and we continued chatting.

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Race day quickly approached it was Sunday already it felt like Saturday didn't happen.

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Y.n just posted!

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Y.n Fit check! I think I'll rival Lewis in this! Sadly don't have a hat :/ but! I will be watching from the @/McLaren garage 😧. Like this feels like a fever dream! Thank you sm for inviting me 🫶🫶🫶. Anyways I got to get going lovelys! See you there!!

User21: GIRL THE FIT, YOUR DOG, YOUR CAR, AND YOUR GOING TO THE GP YOU ARE LIVING THE LIFE

User22: fr like girly please

User23: awww we love Dakota we need more pics of her!!

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User23: HELP LOGAN LIKED THAT COMMENT

Ynfriend: gurl did you finally finish painting your car-

Y.n: I did! It finished Thursday actually!!

WilliamsRacing: You should stop by for a hat we got one that'll match 😉

Y.n: stop your making me blush 🫣

User 24: Williams admin and y.n flirting was not on my 2024 bingo card-

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I pulled into the parking lot I checked my hair and makeup deciding that it was good enough, I grabbed my bag and stepped out of my car.

I quickly made my way towards the paddock gates almost running into Logan.

"Shit-" I said as I stop dead in my tracks to avoid the collision.

"Oh hey" he chuckled as he stopped and stepped back so we weren't almost colliding.

"Hey" I chuckled "wanna walk in together?" He asked

"Sure" I smiled but before I started walking Logan placed his hat on top of my head

"You said you didn't have a hat" he chuckled "now you have one"

I smiled up at him "thanks it matches the pants" I said as we then walked towards the paddock gates.

Many upon many of fans where there Logan approached some and I heard a few call my name I took some pictures with some people before I bid them a goodbye before walking into the paddock Logan quickly

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I bid a quick bye and good luck to Logan as he walks into the Williams garage and I make my way to the mclaren garage.

I sat there with my headphones on and: lights out and away we go!"

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I gasped as I watch Logan crash and the safety car being called out. We were quickly told that he was okay.

But "LANDO NORRIS TAKES THE WIN" I hear over the chatter.

Lando just won his first grand prix and I was here to witness it.

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After the podium celebration I started talking to Oscar:

"Hey Oscar I have a flight that I need to catch so I have to leave here soon but could you give me Logans number?" I asked "after that crash I wanna tell him something but I have to leave"

Oscar nodded and all to quickly snatched my phone up and put in his number.

"Thanks" I smiled and said good bye before also saying good bye to Lando and congratulating him.

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Y.n Hey guys I know I was JUST in Miami but.... I am flying to the wild wild west 🤠for my (not so) extended family! Going to go see my sister and brother in law!! Can't wait to see my beautiful niece and nefew.

Also wish luck to Dakota! It's her first time flying! Anyways don't expect much posting from me but i do love posting here so there will still be some posts/updates 🫶🫶🫶

User25: omg safe travels!

Ynsister: can't wait to see you!!

Y.n: me either Dakota can't wait!!

WilliamsRacing: good luck Dakota 💙

User26: omg how can a dog be this cute!!

Mclaren: Safe travels for you and your pup!!

logansargeant: hope you arrive safe

User27: Logan we remember that prema video

logansargeant: ...no you dont

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A few months later

"So Logan what do you plan on doing over this summer break?"

He shrugged "not to sure yet probably going to hang out with my family in Florida then also my friends in America that I don't get to see to often" he smiled

"You spend a lot of your time with your family no?"

Logan nodded "I spend a lot of my short breaks with family yeah. But this summer break I'm traveling well back to my family then getting some my stuff packed cause a close friend of mine wants to take me up in the mid west and show me around" he beamed as he talked about traveling

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Y.n I swear I think they just invited me out here to baby sit 🥴. I wouldn't mind if they didn't also have me helping herd the cattle! But it's good to be back I loved these early mornings and late nights with the horses

Plus I can't belive the small extra house on the property is still standing!! And looks so good now @/ynsister did such a good job with the upkeep and renovation!!

Also I didn't tag my brother in law cause he doesn't have an insta (???)

Ynsister: I swear we didn't JUST invite you for the babysitting and free labor!! We didn't cause we love you (they're just a plus!).

Y.n: and I thought you loved me 🙄

User28: omg that house is so cute and it's an extra one?! Y/n do you need a child please adopt me

Usee29: I knew she was a horse girl!!

Ynfriend: girl I have missed herding with you that last few months have been so fun!!

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I looked around the airport as I held up a piece of paper that my niblings begged to make. I had sunglasses and a hat on to 'conceal' my identity, idea via my brother in law.

I watch thed crowed walk by scanning each face before I meet the eyes- more like sunglasses of non other Logan Sargeant.

He walked over and I smiled

"Long time no see eh?"

He chuckled "yeah, only about what? 3 months?"

"Just about" I said "Now let's leave before one of us gets recognized, I wanna take off this stupid hat"

Logan just nodded following me out to the old pick up truck I got in and started it. As he threw his luggage in the back

"Welcome to my old shitbox" I said as I buckled my seat belt before taking off the old hat and sunglasses opting to put on the cowboy hat on the dash. As soon as Logan buckled his seat belt, I pealed out of the parking lot and started driving.

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I pulled onto the dirt road that lead on the property "all this property is my family's" I said "the first house on the road is gonna be my sister's, she is the caretaker of all the land technically me and my brother also own part of it but we leave it to her cause she loves it more than us"

Logan nodded as I talked watching the fields go by as I drove.

"Then the next house after theirs is the old what we liked to call 'party house' we used to live there wherever we came up here and we partied there with basically the entire town." I chuckled "but the house somehow survived that so my sister remodeled it and that's where we'll be staying" I said pulling onto the gravel that serves as a make shift parking spot next to the 'party house'.

"Damn" Logan said "that house looks lovely"

I smiled "yeah Kylie did such a good job on renovations" I said "let's get you settled before dark"

Logan nodded and quickly grabbed his luggage as I lead him into the house and showed him his room and then left him alone to get unpacked.

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He walked downstairs and I greeted him, "Hey had you told anyone that you're up here with me" I asked

"No I only said that I was visiting a friend up west" Logan shook his head

"Oh okay, you good if I post some pictures with ya in the future cause tomorrow we are going trail riding and I wanna post some pictures"

Logan nodded "it's fine with me,"

"Good" I smiled as I slid some food across the counter to him "eat some this then we can shut everything down for the night"

Logan looked at the plate: steak, potatoes, and green beans "classic dinner?" He asked

"Always" I smiled as I munched on my own food

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I woke up early the next day. I walked down stairs and quickly started breakfast: pancakes, bacon, and eggs a simple and quick breakfast.

As I finish up making it and place the food on two separate plates. Logan walks down the stairs, and stretched. I looked over to him: his hair was messy from sleep, he didn't have a shirt on only wearing basketball short.

Damn. I thought to myself before I quickly looked away before he finished stretching and sat down on a bar stool.

"Morning" he mumbled as he sat down.

"Good mornin' " I smiled sliding a plate in front of him and sliding my own plate in front of the seat next to him. I walked around the counter and sat next to him. We slowly munched on the food, eating in a comfortable silence.

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I quickly saddled up the horses.

"Okay have you ever riden a horse before?" I asked him

"Uhhh, I have but it was a while ago"

"Okay so-"

After explaining it to him.

I mounted my horse "this is my horse" I said "her name is Jynx" I said "and that horse" I motioned to the horse he was standing next to "his name is Tex"

He nodded as I talked

"Okay try to get on him now" I said

Logan fell flat on his ass, I busted out laughing before saying "try again"

He huffed embarrassed about falling before jumping onto Tex.

"Okay," I laughed "walk beside me" I said starting Jynx towards the trail, Logan with Tex next to me lagging behind just a little

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logansargeant: meet Tex 1 and Jynx!! As well as my home for this summer break! The Midwest is way more beautiful than I ever thought. Also thank you to my friend for letting me stay with her

User30: wait... IS THAT Y/NS HOUSE SHE POSTED ON HER INSTA

User31: THAT IS

User32: GUYS IS LOGAN A HORSE GIRL??

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User 33: bro is doing side quests on summer break

OscarPiastri: Oh so when I invite you to go riding with me you decline, but not when invited to by her 🙄

User34: what do you know oscar????

Y.n: look those are my horses :D

User35: WHAT

User36: YOURE WITH LOGAN RN?????

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Y.n: I love trail riding, so much funnnn! Not so fun when you're coming back to go to a different trail and you have to go and catch a loose calf tho 🥴

User37: tried to beat Logan to the likes AND I DID (by like 1 sec)

logansargeant: I'd like to have some photo credits :/

Y.n: okay okay, photo credits to: THE Logan Sargeant (better?)

logansargeant: (yes)

User38: SO YALL ARE TOGETHER

User39: wait r you 2 dating????

User40: No! They became friends after the Miami gp!! And also Logan said he was visiting a friend over summer break so just friends

User41: I think yall should be more than friends....

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User41: WDYM OSCAR LIKED THAT COMMENT HUH????

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As we trotted on the road back to the house, I spoke "we'll take a small break and put the horses in the field" I said "my sister just texted me that she let Dakota out so you'll get to meet her cause she'll be at my door"

Logan nodded "I've seen her pictures she so cute"

"She's the best, she's really smart and she's so pretty" I smiled "and a little chaotic you know?"

Logan was staring at me as I looked forward, I didn't know he was looking at me "yeah" he said quietly as he smiled "I know"

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I held Tex's reins as Logan got off of him. Sending Tex into the field with Jynx.

"Okay" I smiled "those two should be fine for a minute as we take a break and eat" I said as we started to short walk to the house.

"Dakota!" I called the dog immediately perked up and sprinted towards me. "Hi girly" I smiled as I pet my dog as she wagged her tail aggressive and jumped up on me.

Logan watched a few steps away, as Dakota calmed down I motioned him over.

"Let her sniff your hand, she probably won't bite"

He put out his hand "wait- what do you mean probably?!?" Dakota sniffed his hand cautiously before wagging her tail and licking his hand.

"It's fine she likes you" I said standing up and dusting off my pants. "But she's known to bite people who end up being assholes"

"Huh?" Logan said "like actually?"

I nodded "yeah actually my ex was bit by her when he met her." I said "and he cheated on me" I shrugged "she has a sixth sense I swear"

"I'm glad she likes me" he said as I unlocked the door walking in, Logan and Dakota right behind me

"I knew she would" I smiled as I walked into the kitchen quickly making two sandwiches.

I didn't see this but Logan was blushing as I said that.

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Y.n: Went on another hike this time Dakota decided to join us! I totally didn't fall into the water btw

User42: Oscar beat Logan to the likes ha!

Ynfriend: did you fall in the water

Y.n: what noooooo....yeah I did.

OscarPiastri: I NEED TO SEE MORE OF DAKOTA

User43: he's just like us

logansargeant: you're forgetting the part where you dragged me in!!

Y.n: oopsy 🫢

User44: they're in love your honor

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[She fell in after this lol]

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"You know I can cook too" Logan huffed as I placed a dinner plate in front of him.

"But you're my guest" I smiled as I sat next to him "plus I love cooking," I said "so let me cook for you" I looked up at him locking eyes

We stare at eachother for a moment. Did he just look at my lips no he didn't you're just delusional. I thought to myself. After a minute I teared my eyes away from him as I cleared my throat. "We should eat before it gets cold" I said

"Yeah" Logan said softly

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Part 3 out now!

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 6 months

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Just a bet Chapter 5

Paring!Bangchan!x!reader

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He parks the car and gets out "Oof it chill outside he goes to the back of his car grabs a hoodie and puts it on "Are you cold?" he asks me as I'm wearing a skirt a crop top and a small leather jacket covering me only

"yeah kinda but don't worry about it, it's fine," I said to him so he didn't have to take off his hoodie

but someone cuts him off by whistling "You look, good mama, how much per hour?" a group of high school boys screams at me laughing and checking me out, but Chris walks up to them "You gotta problem man?" he warns the highschool boys, and they start nervously laughing, of course, they got scared Christopher has a really good and big shape compared to a boy "no man sorry didn't mean to ruin your night with the slut" one of the boys speak trying to be cool blowing vape out of his mouth "you know kids that not a way you treat a lady" he tries to stay cool and not lose his temper but the boys act like they don't care then suddenly one of them gets closer to Chris trying to intimidate him but Chan swings first as the boy touches the ground "who's next?" Chan asks smirking at them and then looking at their name tag in their uniform " Misul, Taehoon, Eunro from Light High School, now I have the names and addresses of where you guys are, so don't be surprised if you get called in the office tomorrow" one of the boys tries to run away while the other one is still on the floor holding his nose but he catches him by the collar with one hand " Learn how to treat a lady, that not how you talk to them you heard me?" Chris raises his voice at him "Y-yes" they all answer "Now apologize to the young lady here" he says with the same angry tone "W-we're sorry m-miss" he lets go of them and the kids run back to their houses "and stop smoking if you want to live longer" Chan screams at them before turning around to look at me/

"Are you ok?" he asked me and I nodded still with a shocked face

"Is your hand ok," you said trying to grab his hand and look at it

he shook his hand and said "I'm fine don't worry about me" he smiled reassuring me "Do you still want to eat ice cream? Or do you want to go back home?" he asks me

"I would like to but I think I chose the wrong outfit for today and I'm feeling kinda uncomfortable with people I don't know," I say looking down as I think I just lost my opportunity to go for ice cream with him

"no worries look, you know I work right?" I nod to him "My work is 2 hours away from him that's why I'm not here weekends because that's when I work... anyways, I always have clean warm clothes for the drive" he said getting to the back of the car, and opening a bag and takes out some sweatpants and a hoodie " so you can change into this if you want, and to be more comfortable" he suggested as he smiles at me "thanks but where can I change?" I look around for public bathrooms but I don't see none "Umm good question, you can change in the car if you want i swear I will look, and nobody is around this corner so nobody will look at you" his dimples always showing his kindness Inod as he opens the back of the car door and closes it before turning around

I take off my skirt and then put on his sweatpants, take off the leather jacket, and put on his hoodie, I make sure my hair is still nice and get out of the car.

"see you look even cozier now," he remarks on my appearance as his clothes look huge on me now "But you still look very nice," he says as he puts his hands in his pockets, I smile at him and look down at the clothes that I have on and back to him "thank you very much I'll make sure to give it back safe and sound" my feelings getting the best of me and making me smile like a dork. he smiles back and puts around my shoulder to make sure I cross the street safely

after we crossed the street he let go, but something inside me didn't want him to let go,istg I'm, so touched-deprived because why the fuck am I so nervous? is my first time going out with this dude... you need to chill y/n I think to myself, this is not even a date, I need to seek help, I swear I blame it on the books... but... is it his smile? or the way he talks? his kindness?

"Y/n are you listening?" he talks to me "Huh? Sorry?" he laughs

"I asked what is your favorite ice cream flavor?" he looks at me while we walk

"oh," I chuckled "Strawberry anything that has strawberry I like" I looked at him and then directed my gaze to the floor and smiled to myself "Yours?" I asked back the question

"mine is cookie dough, I know I might sound like a kid but that shit is good" We both laugh

"I mean cookie dough is very nice, to be honest," 'yeah it is" The silence gets back to us so I try to make conversation again

"thank you for defending me tonight, I'm grateful," I said looking at him "Don't worry about it, no one should treat a woman like that in their life" he grabbed my shoulders from behind to turn me to the side and enter the ice cream shop "oh were here," I said surprisingly by the time that went flying "yep were here so look out for what you want to get," he said as I get near the ice cream flavors to see if they have any strawberry flavor left, he stands next to me and looks for a flavor he wants to try,

I point to the strawberry milk-flavored ice cream and look at him with a big smile on my face "I want this one" "ok great we will get that one then!" he smiles at your cuteness

We go to the cashier and he asks me to order first "I'll take 1 scoop of strawberry milk flavor please!" my excitement for ice cream takes over me but I feel him chuckle next to me "I'll get chocolate mint" he says as I take out my wallet "no, no, no what are you doing?" he rushes he sentences as I stop my movements to look at him slowly feeling I did something wrong "what?... I'm just trying to pay..." scared that he will scold me because of something.

"Don't worry about it is on me" he smiles and lowers the cash on my hand and smiles at me sweetly while he takes his card out to pay "No it's really fine I can pay I - you have done so much for me today, is the least I can do" I beg him but he looks at me and smiles generously again.

"I'll pay. let it be on me today, next time you pay" he winks at me and continues to pay the man

"Are you sure I ca-"

"girl let him pay for you can't you see he wants to" The guy who is serving our ice cream talks to me he smiles teasing me as if we were on some type of date, and I blush hard "Sorry" I apologize

"there is no need to apologize, I told you that next time you got it, k?"

"yeah, thank you" "No problem love" and here we go again with these fucking butterflies, I feel that my heart is going to drop to the floor

"thank you" I thank the kind soul who served me my ice cream and start eating it happily

"do you wanna walk or stay inside?" Chan asks me and I reply "How about we walk in the park?"

He nodded and we started walking and eating our ice cream, the silence was there but it wasn't awkward it was nice and refreshing, as we reached to the corner of the park I turned to keep going in circles but he continued, so we bump into each other and his ice cream gets on his hoodie

"Oh my God I'm so sorry" I bowed to a 09 degree and started to look in my purse for paper, but he laughs

"It's fine no worries, are you ok?" he asks concerned when he is the one with ice cream on himself

"I'm so sorry" the Kleenex and started to clean the small amount of ice cream that got on him

"Don't worry about it," he says but I still panic and continue to clean him "Hey" he grabs my hand from his chest and makes me look at him "It's fine I'm ok" he grabs the paper, and cleans his the cream from his chest "it was just a small drop" he cleans it easily and continues walking

"you do not have to apologize like that, it was just a little accident," he tells me patting my head but I still look down ashamed

"there is no need to apologize for everything ok?" he says in a cute concerned voice, and I nod

"look how about if we go to the swings?" he proposes

"yeah that will be fun" I smile at him as we both go on the swing like little children and swing ourselves softly as the nice wind of 1 am hits our faces "So you got anything to do tomorrow?" he asks me "Well technically today," I said looking at my phone.

"Well, nothing it's Saturday so ima be sleeping and maybe finish some work." I played with the strings of the hoodie "You?

"Thankfully I can work from home tomorrow so I'ma just work and getting some school shit done and yeah rest If I can" he laughs to himself and I smile along

I feel my eyes grow heavier as I haven't slept all day "Hey one question" he asks me

"yeah what is it" I answer looking at him "can i get your number?" looking at me nervous about my answer "Yeah of course" he gives me his phone and I type my number on his screen

"there you go" i smile weakly as my sleepy state gets to me, and he gets up

"well I think is time for you to go home, you look very tired and a princess like you needs her beauty sleep," he says stretching his body as we walk back to the car

I chuckled and looked down to cover my red cheeks

as we enter the car the drive is silent and I feel my heavy eyelids close every passing second so I put my head against the window and fall asleep

time skip 20 minutes

2:30 am

"hey we here" I feel someone shaking my shoulder lightly i get out of the window but feel something soft supporting my head

"he nervously passes his hand through his neck and says "Sorry is cz you bumped your head with the window while I was driving so I put a small pillow against it"

he smiles "Thank you" I get my stuff ready and get out of the car "Thank you again for everything Chan" I smile a bow a little

"You welcome love, anytime" he smiles but he also looks tired, now I feel guilty for bothering him this late

he waits until I open the door at my house so he can leave, I see his car drive away through my window, and throw myself in my bed

i feel stupid for giggling and kicking my feet, but gosh his smile is precious and he is so kind, he is such a gentleman, and he is very good-looking as well.

my thoughts continue as I fall asleep on my bed in his clothes his scent all over his clothes and with that my eyes shut close.

Hey loves this was chapeter 5

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batty4steddie · 8 months

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Can I Keep It?

Chapter 6: Do Vampires Still Get to Have Sex?

Steve carried his mom out of the house with an ease he hadn’t experienced before. Maybe it was the adrenaline. There weren’t that many stairs involved this time, either. Those were two things that could explain why the task was easier for him now.

Mrs. Harrington looked tiny and fragile in Steve’s arms as they waited for him. Eddie jogged over and unlocked the beemer’s doors, opening the back one for Steve. “Crap, I forgot the sword.” And the first aid kit. “Be right back.”

While Eddie was busy doing that, Steve laid his mom down in the backseat. The movement stirred her a bit. “Stevie, what’s…” she started, and Steve cleared his throat, deciding on a half-truth.

“Just taking you to the hospital to get you checked out. You fainted.”

“Okay,” she mumbled without resistance, immediately going back to snoring softly.

Eddie stored the sword and the first aid kit in the trunk after he returned, shutting it gently. He went around to the driver’s side, opening it and leaning in to put the keys in the ignition and start the car. He fiddled with the heat, directing the warm air towards Mrs. Harrington.

“Do you want me to drive?” Eddie asked Steve when he popped back out, one hand on the top of the door.

Steve shut the door and gave Eddie a look as if to say: no one drives my car but me. He had to laugh lightly and shake his head. “No, man. I’m good. I’m going to drive.”

“I should probably lay low, but if you’re feeling unwell, maybe you shouldn’t. Your eyes went a little devilish back there. Turned red.”

You also almost tried to kiss me, Eddie didn’t say, so surely you aren’t feeling like yourself.

“Red?” Steve was about to give Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze in reassurance. He laughed a little louder and squeezed his shoulder anyway. “They’re looking bloodshot from the weed and booze.”

That was the only explanation since Steve felt stone-cold sober now. He brushed past Eddie to hop into the driver’s seat. “Get in. We gotta get out of here.”

Once Eddie was in, Steve tried to glance in the rearview mirror to see his eyes, but he couldn’t see his reflection. It must have been too dark.

From there, they took off in the direction of the hospital. Steve turned on the radio so it wasn’t so quiet while they drove. Luckily, they weren’t that far from it. His neighborhood was home to a few Hawkins doctors who enjoyed a short commute to work.

Eddie tried to be inconspicuous. He had to slouch down when they hit a red light, and a lone car stopped right next to theirs, the driver glancing over at them. He also kept sneaking looks at Steve, who was too busy watching the road and using his turn signal devotedly to notice.

Steve didn’t pull right up to the emergency room. He didn’t want to draw any extra attention to them. He was still harboring a wanted man. Instead, he parked in the lot with the rest of the cars. It was within walking distance of the emergency entrance.

He opted to carry his mom into the hospital, deciding that going in first and alerting the staff or grabbing a wheelchair wouldn’t be good. He didn’t want them to figure out that he wasn’t alone. He was trying to keep Eddie safe, too.

“Be right back,” he promised Eddie, giving him a little reassuring smile before he got out and executed his plan.

Since it was so late, the emergency room wasn’t busy. His mom got a room right away. They didn’t ask much about what happened. Steve told his half-truth again: Linda fainted. He found her outside of her bedroom, and CPR had been performed. She was stable but still out of it.

He just wanted reassurance from a doctor that she was okay. They were happy that Steve brought her in. They were going to keep her overnight for observation and run some tests to rule out anything more serious than a fainting spell. Steve was relieved and grateful; he was killing two birds with one stone.

Being left in the car by himself quickly became tiresome for Eddie. He tapped his fingers on his knees, legs jiggling restlessly. He thought about lighting up one of the joints he’d taken from Steve, but the parking lot was still pretty full despite the hour, and someone might notice him. Eddie sighed and then, because he had zero self-control, popped open Steve’s glove compartment to see what was in there.

He poked around. There wasn’t much of interest: car registration papers, a business card for an auto repair shop, a pair of Ray-Bans that Eddie tried on and made a face when he looked at himself in the mirror, napkins, a walkie-talkie (weird), and a jar of Carmex.

“No wonder his lips look so supple,” Eddie muttered, unscrewing and sniffing it. It smelled like cherries and was nearly empty. Would it be weird if Eddie used it? “Yes. Yes, it would.”

He tossed it back and was about to shut the compartment when something else caught his eye.

Eddie plucked the paper out and flipped it over—but it wasn’t a paper. It was a glossy polaroid. Big, brown doe eyes stared up at him, along with the sweet smile that belonged to Nancy Wheeler. She was wearing a lavender sweater and had a gold necklace dangling delicately from her neck that looked like a pair of ballet shoes. The corners of the photograph were dog-eared, the center of it discolored like Steve had brushed his thumb across her cheek too many times.

“Keeping a picture of your ex. Always a healthy habit…”

The driver's door handle jiggled, and Eddie quickly shoved the picture back into the compartment just as Steve got in. “How’d it go?” he asked, hoping Steve hadn’t noticed.

“Fine. They didn’t really give me a hard time. They were happy I brought her in to get checked out. She was still a little out of it, so I don’t think if she starts talking about what happened they’ll think she’s nuts or anything, just that she must’ve hit her head when she fell.” They were parked under a light, so Steve tried to look at his reflection again. He furrowed his brow when he didn’t even see a shadow of himself. He reached to turn on the car’s dome light. “I’m having the hardest time seeing my reflection. It can’t be that hard, can it?”

The picture of Nancy had gotten caught in the glove compartment door, part of it sticking out. Eddie’s heart sped up a little, but Steve didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to check himself out in the mirrors.

Eddie looked in the mirror, too, jolting a little bit when he only saw himself. Eddie’s gaze jumped to Steve’s arms when he adjusted the rearview mirror, noticing those dark, spidery veins had moved all the way down them. His fingernails were looking a bit off, too.

“You can see me, right?” Steve asked. “Just at this angle, I can only see you…” Steve tried to find himself but just saw Eddie sitting there, his eyes large.

Steve grabbed the mirror and pointed it in his direction, cutting Eddie out. That was when he came to the shocking conclusion that his reflection was gone. “What the fuck. There must be something wrong with my eyes. The light isn’t helping.” Steve turned it off and sighed.

He couldn’t shake what Eddie had said earlier about his eyes looking devilish and turning red. Steve looked at Eddie to try to get confirmation. Was he slowly becoming invisible? Eddie could see him just fine. Why couldn’t he see himself?

This was crazy. Eddie, the nurses and his mom had all seen him, right? He was there. This wasn’t a dream, and he wasn’t invisible, right? His reflection was just immune to mirrors, or his eyes were broken.

Steve was spiraling and starting to panic. He seemed to finally realize what had happened with the octobats wasn’t just an ordinary attack from the Upside Down. It was a relief to Eddie, to be honest. Steve had almost been too cool about the whole thing.

Eddie grabbed Steve’s shoulders to ground him, squeezing them for proof. “Don’t worry, you’re still handsome, and you haven’t turned into The Invisible Man… even though your reflection seems to have run away.”

Joking during times of stress was a coping mechanism of Eddie’s.

Steve’s eyebrows rose comically high. Being handsome wasn’t something he was concerned about, as nice as it was to hear. Eddie was just trying to joke, to keep him calm.

Eddie lowered his voice to something more serious. “It’s alright. You’re still here with me.”

Steve’s eyebrows relaxed. The bat bite must have been what made his reflection disappear. It figured that he wouldn’t go unscathed after that. He should’ve expected it but was happy to get bitten rather than strangled to death. With his loss of reflection and, of course, a bat being the culprit, the only thing that came to mind was vampires. They couldn’t see their reflections either, according to their lore.

Was he going to turn into a vampire?

Steve’s eyes started to glow again. Eddie blinked and licked his lips because he was feeling weird again like he had back in Steve’s bedroom. “Also, your eyes are…”

Mesmerizing?

“…fine. Just a little like a Lite-Brite at the moment.” Eddie pulled back because, horrifyingly, he had been leaning in again. What the fuck was wrong with him? He smacked Steve on the chest and babbled, “You know what? I am gonna drive. Let’s switch places. People with Lite-Brite eyes and without reflections should not be operating heavy machinery. Where are we heading?”

Eddie’s hand pushing him square in the chest revved Steve’s senses. They were becoming stronger. Eddie wasn’t asking this time. He was insisting on driving. Steve didn’t want to anymore. Eddie made a lot of sense, not that Steve was going to admit it with words. Steve opened the door and got out so Eddie could slide over into his spot.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair after he got into the passenger side. “Just drive,” Steve said, leaning against the window. “I don’t wanna wake the others up yet. Got a feeling they’re gonna need their rest.”

Just driving was fine by Eddie. He climbed over the console to get to the driver’s seat.

Steve ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling for fangs. He swore his canines were feeling sharper. His mouth was starting to feel dry. “Maybe we can stop somewhere. Get a drink and some snacks. Fuel up for whatever we’re in for.”

“Yeah, you got it.” Grabbing the wheel, Eddie took a moment to pet it, letting out a soft whistle of admiration. “Aye, never have I captained such a mighty vessel in me life,” said he, adopting his best pirate voice and playfully revving up the engine. “Listen to how she purrrr for me.” Steve smiled to himself. Eddie’s 1971 Chevy sounded like an old witch who’d chain-smoked a carton of cigarettes. There was no comparison. Steve wanted to say the car purred like that for everyone. Eddie’s reaction to the beemer was endearing and entertaining, so he let him have his fun. He was adorable. There really wasn’t another word for it.

Annoyingly cute was something he had thought Eddie was since their encounter at Family Video. He couldn’t shake it, and the thought only grew stronger the longer he was around him. Maybe Eddie was just getting cuter and cuter. Eddie’s sweet, cartoonish demeanor was taking his mind off everything, allowing his body to finally relax.

Eddie quieted when he noticed Steve had closed his eyes and was having a little bat nap against the window. The others weren’t the only ones who needed rest. Eddie tried to ignore the twinge of sickness in his gut, telling him Steve’s condition was his fault.

Hell, maybe even Steve’s parents would be okay right now if Eddie hadn't been there. He sort of felt like a harbinger of death. First, Chrissy, now Mr. Harrington, almost Mrs. Harrington, and now Steve was hurt. Yet Eddie, himself, was unscathed.

Eddie headed towards the 7-11, changing the radio station to one of his favorites. He did a little head-banging to the music to keep himself awake, smacking the wheel like a drum set as he drove.

Once they arrived, Eddie pulled up to the pump. He looked over at the passenger seat. Steve had his hands curled under his chin like a kid, mouth parted. Eddie bit his lip. He didn’t want to wake him up, but he didn’t have any cash, and he couldn’t exactly go into the store.

Unless, he thought, he disguised himself. Leaning over, Eddie popped open the glove compartment again. He didn’t notice it dislodged Nancy’s photograph, which fluttered down and landed on one of Steve’s sneakers. Eddie grabbed the ugly sunglasses, unfolded them and put them on. He craned his neck to look in the back seat and reached for the baseball cap on the center cushion. It was Dustin’s. He must have forgotten it.

It reminded Eddie of his uncle’s extensive cap collection back home, souvenirs he'd gathered from dozens of gift shops. Wayne was an avid fisherman. He and his buddies visited new places every year to participate in fishing competitions, and he always brought home a new cap and some fish for them to fry up. Sometimes with a ribbon and a cash prize, but always a new cap.

Eddie lowered Dustin’s cap over his head and checked himself out in the mirror. His hair was still a little too identifiable. Sometimes, he used a bracelet to tie his hair away from his face, especially if he was going to do something that involved fire. He only had his watch and his leather bracelet, currently. Not stretchy enough.

Eddie snooped around some more. He made a noise when he stuck his hand into the door pocket and found something. He grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a dark blue hair elastic. Eddie wondered if it was Nancy’s.

After tying his hair up low and loose, he woke Steve. “Hey,” he said, grabbing Steve’s arm and shaking him gently. “We’re here, Steve-o Baggins. Time to get some fuel.”

Steve blinked awake and noted his new nickname. He wasn’t pleased or displeased by it. He looked around, and it was clear by the pumps they were at a gas station.

Almost magically, Eddie’s persona had changed. The Aviator sunglasses, ponytail and Dustin’s hat accompanying his leather jacket made him look like a real biker. Steve thought it was much cooler than his metal nerd exterior before the disguise. Amazing what a few accessories and a new hairstyle could do.

Giving a toothy smile to Steve, who had thankfully lost his hypnotic red eyes, Eddie pulled back and hopped out of the car. He let Steve deal with gassing up the car while he went inside the store.

“Good day,” Eddie said loudly. The best way to hide was to hide in plain sight. “Enjoying some light reading?”

Without looking up, the cashier turned a page of his magazine, a Hustler with Prince on the cover and a main headline that read Having it Both Ways: Interview With a Bisexual. It was probably an interesting article. Eddie didn’t blame him. “Uh-huh,” he answered.

Eddie grabbed a basket, loading it with snack cakes, candy, and chips. He saw a box of honey garlic-flavoured beef jerky and hummed to himself.

The story of Dracula had also crossed his mind. The lack of reflection, the… effect Steve was having on him, and now he wanted something to drink? If Steve was turning into Stevecula, would he be able to eat these garlic-filled snacks? They should test it out. Eddie dropped a few sticks into the basket.

* Steve rubbed his eyes. They felt heavier than usual, but he wasn’t tired. He didn’t even know if he’d slept when he’d closed them earlier. He must’ve dozed since Eddie had to stir him.

He felt something stabbing him in the ankle. When he looked down, he saw a baseball card-sized piece of paper. He pulled it from his sock and turned it over. It was the picture of Nancy, the one he’d stashed in the glove box. He’d carried it in his wallet when they were dating.

A little while after she’d ended things, Steve had stashed it in the glove box to keep her out of sight and mind. He couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it altogether. Eddie must’ve knocked it out when he grabbed the sunglasses.

Steve sighed softly, much like he had when he had seen anything that reminded him of his failed relationship. He tucked it back into the glove box where it came from. He didn’t need Eddie seeing it so he could give him a hard time about Nance like Dustin had.

Steve leaned over to check the gas gauge. It had half a tank. To be on the safe side, he filled it up and then went inside the store. He didn’t know if Eddie had any money, and he needed to tell the convenience store worker to give him ten dollars on pump five.

Steve felt parched all of a sudden, so he headed to the back of the store where the drinks were first. He grabbed an arm full of cold Cokes and found Eddie in one of the aisles. “We’re gonna need the caffeine,” he commented, although his thirst had fueled the amount he’d grabbed.

The Coca-Cola cans dropped into Eddie’s basket, giving it significantly more weight. Eddie had been thinking coffee or maybe the sugar rush of a Slurpee, but soda worked, too.

“What do you have in there? Anything good?” Steve asked curiously, with a smile, taking a peek into the basket. He made a face at the first thing he saw. “Gross, honey garlic jerky. Didn’t even know that was a thing. They don’t have any Slim Jims?” Steve loved those. “Don’t think we need to spread bad breath amongst the crew with this kind.”

Steve reached into the basket to take it out but hissed the second his fingertips came into contact with the package. It singed them. Steve brought his hand up to his mouth and blew on them in an attempt to cool them down. It felt like they were on fire. Pain surged through his body for a second, and his eyes flashed red before turning back to normal. He looked wide-eyed at Eddie and backed up from the basket. He examined his fingers. They were blistered. “Shit.”

Eddie gaped. The garlic wasn’t actually supposed to hurt Steve. Now he felt bad, even though his test had passed with flying colors. He flung the offending jerky back into its box on the shelf. That probably wasn’t even fresh garlic, but garlic powder. Who knew what a real clove would do?

“First, no reflection, and now I can’t go anywhere near garlic.” Steve was bewildered and lowered his voice further to ask. “You think… I’m turning into a vampire from that demobat bite?” It couldn’t just be a coincidence. What was he going to do? Sprout fangs and start sucking peoples’ blood? Maybe he wasn’t thirsty for Coke. “Jesus Christ.”

Eddie’s heart sped up. Steve was coming to the same conclusion he was. Steve was possibly a vampire. Which was not cool, it wasn’t cool. (But it was. Vampires were the chaotic or lawful evil with a powerful opposing force that could drain the life of their victims.)

At least it explained why Steve had looked slightly enraptured with him earlier if he was attracted to Eddie’s blood and not Eddie. Why was that a little disappointing?

Focus, Munson.

“From what I know about vampire folklore, vamps are usually undead. Killed and then brought back again. You aren’t, but this Upside Down place wouldn’t necessarily follow mythology rules.”

There were a lot of different myths, anyway. Eddie couldn’t recall reading one about a bat bite making someone turn into a vampire, but there were weirder ways, like not treating a wound with boiling water or a cat jumping over a corpse.

“We can test out a few other things to find out.” He didn’t mention that the jerky had been a test, though his shoulders hunched in visible guilt.

“I’ll ask you this.” Here, Eddie leaned closer, purely for scientific research and not because Steve had a gravitational pull sucking Eddie right in. The sunglasses slipped down his nose, and he looked into Steve’s eyes, which were beginning to swim with redness again. “Does my neck look like more of a snack right now than this Twinkie?” He lifted one of the individually wrapped Hostess Twinkies out of the basket for comparison.

Did Eddie’s neck look like a snack? The comparison between a Twinkie and a neck seemed far-fetched, but not for a vampire. It would be a lie if Steve said he hadn’t noticed Eddie’s neck, even before the bat bite. Wanting to bite it could’ve been something he’d be into before his transformation.

Eddie’s hair was currently pulled back and away from his neck. Steve could see the beautiful creamy skin with an impressively thick jugular. Steve inadvertently licked his lips. It was a tick of his, not something he did when he was hungry. Maybe when he was horny, but often he licked his lips when he was merely thinking about something for too long.

Twinkies weren’t his favorite. He preferred Ding Dongs. Compared to the banana cream-filled snack cake, yeah, Eddie’s neck was more snackable to him right now. He could hear Eddie’s heartbeat and blood flowing melodically through his body. It was music to Steve’s ears.

The cashier made a grumpy noise, giving them a brief look over his magazine. “Freaks,” he whispered, only loud enough for himself or a being with supernatural hearing to pick up.

That word, freaks, interrupted the sweet symphony of Eddie’s blood pumping steadily. Steve’s hearing had become undeniably enhanced. His head whipped in the direction of the cashier. His eyes were molten red again as he seethed.

Steve was angry –while Eddie may have been a freak, Eddie wasn’t being a freak right now, and neither was he. Literally no one had the balls to say that about him until now. This guy wasn’t going to get away with saying that about either of them tonight.

Eddie leaned away from Steve with difficulty. It seemed his indoor voice hadn’t been entirely indoor enough. He dropped the Twinkie back into the basket. “Maybe we should continue this conversation after we pay. Do you need some ice for your fing…”

Eddie trailed off because when he looked at Steve’s fingertips, they were back to normal, but his fingernails had turned pointed. And unless Steve had gone for a manicure since Eddie had been talking to him, those were definitely what one would consider claws. Advanced healing and tiny weapons. Nice.

Before he could say anything or Eddie could stop him, Steve left the aisle and hid behind the counter stealthily. The cashier continued to be physically oblivious to them. That was a mistake. When Steve approached from behind, the dude still had his nose buried in the magazine. He had been listening in and had just insulted them. Steve had been quick and silent. The guy didn’t even notice him creep up behind him.

Between one second and the next, the spot where Steve was standing was suddenly vacant. Eddie stepped backwards in surprise. “What the hell,” he said, blinking. He hadn’t even seen Steve move. But then he heard something that sent a frisson down his spine—an animalistic growl from the front of the store. “What did you call us?” Steve growled in a deeper-than-usual voice, his lips a centimeter from the guy’s ear and only a couple of inches away from his neck. That startled him, so Steve wrapped his hand around the jerk’s throat to keep him in place. Eddie dropped the basket and ran towards them, skidding to an abrupt stop, eyes growing impossibly wide as he took in the scene. Steve had the cashier in a chokehold and his mouth…

Steve felt the man’s pulse against his fingers. It excited him. He smiled upon squeezing, feeling the cashier’s pulse quicken as his breathing got labored naturally by Steve’s uncharacteristically strong grip.

His newly sharpened nails dug into the man’s flesh, causing the skin to break. Steve smelt blood immediately. That caused his canines to change from flat to sharp fangs. The smell heightened his thirst. Steve’s mouth started to water. The man made a choking noise as Steve ducked his head toward his neck.

Those were fangs, alright. Eddie gulped. It looked like Steve had found his preferred snack.

The cashier—Larry, said his nametag—was frozen in shock. He made eye contact with Eddie, blood trickling down his neck where Steve’s claws had pierced him.

Eddie looked at Steve’s face. He was wearing a feral expression, eyes so dark they were almost black, rage radiating from him in waves. Fuck. Eddie had to stop him and fast.

Steve felt as solid as a steel door and just as moveable when Eddie came up behind him. Eddie’s heart beat hard against Steve’s back as he covered Steve’s clawed hand with his own, squeezing it gently to try and ground him.

“Steve,” said Eddie, fighting to keep his voice steady, “let him go. He didn’t mean whatever he said. Right?” This, he directed to the man quietly whimpering in fear.

Defending their honor and feasting on the blood of the living was what Steve wanted to do—he was stopped only momentarily.

“N-no, I didn’t! I swear, dude!” Larry choked.

It thrilled Steve to no end that his prey was begging him. It was a little too late for that. “I don’t believe you,” he said wickedly.

As a newly awakened vampire, his mouth began watering in anticipation of his first bite. He was nearly swayed into not biting Larry by Eddie’s sweet touch and want for him not to hurt the guy.

In his heart, Steve knew Eddie was right. He should be the good guy that he was inside and let Larry go, but he was physically and mentally different since his demobat bite. He had been turned into a vampire, and his mind was being controlled from the Upside Down.

“He did, and this is what he gets for calling us freaks,” possessed Steve growled again, sounding completely different. Without another word, Steve sunk his fangs into the prey’s neck. As the red blood filled his mouth, Larry screamed in pain but was quickly silenced as he lost blood. Eddie winced at Steve’s response. That was not the reaction of someone in control of their mental faculties. Steve sounded like somebody else. Eddie wanted to tell him that being called a freak did not warrant blood drinking, but it was too late.

What Steve tasted was so bitter that he knew he couldn’t drink it. It wasn’t his type. Instead of stopping, he just let the blood spill from his mouth like a faucet. It fell down Larry’s body and onto the floor in a large pool. The order from Billy was to kill, so he didn’t need to drink just yet.

Eddie froze, standing there uselessly, watching Steve’s fangs sink into Larry’s neck. He didn’t flinch when Larry screamed, too shocked to do anything. You’d think by this point he would be getting used to disturbing shit happening, but no, it seemed like his brain could not roll with the punches. What happened next was a literal blood bath as Larry’s blood pooled down his clothes.

Steve let the blood-drained clerk fall from his grasp. At the same time, Eddie let go of him and stumbled backwards, causing him to snap out of it. When he saw what he had done, he was in shock. An unknowing, horrified expression flashed over his face while the last of Larry’s blood dripped from his chin.

He turned to Eddie. “What did I just do?” Any memory of what happened was completely wiped out. He touched his lips and felt the blood. When he looked at it on his fingertips, he cringed. “I need to get out of here.”

Eddie was frightened. Steve could tell from the look on his face and the fact that he had backed up as far as he could. Steve knew deep down that he had killed the clerk. Blood was on his face and in his mouth; the evidence of Larry’s lifeless body was there, drained of all its blood, and the floor was covered in it.

Steve felt awful. He had the worst taste in his mouth. All of the signs of him being a vampire had come true, right down to the blood-sucking. Except he hadn’t really sucked Larry’s blood. He must not have liked it despite legitimately being a vampire. Steve still needed blood. He wouldn’t be satiated until he found his type.

The sudden change in Steve’s demeanor gave Eddie whiplash. He looked like a puppy dog caught digging in the garbage, all traces of that wild creature of the night gone. Eddie found that he couldn’t answer Steve’s question.

You just killed the dude! got caught in his throat. It probably wouldn’t go over too well, anyway. Steve looked genuinely confused—almost like he had blacked out during that little… murder episode.

“I agree that we need to get out of here fucking immediately,” Eddie said. His hands scrunched into fists at his sides. He felt uncomfortable, the pits of his shirt damp with nervous sweat. His gaze darted at a sudden movement.

Behind Steve, Larry was rising to his feet.

“Holy shit, he’s alive?” breathed Eddie, hope swelling in his chest that was dashed as soon as he saw the cement grey pallor of Larry’s skin.

Larry tilted his head at an unnatural angle, piercing Eddie with dead eyes completely swallowed by black.

“Oh, see? Larry’s fine.” Eddie let out a hysterical laugh. “Just dandy!”

A hiss was Larry’s only reply. He sounded exactly like Mrs. Henderson’s newly adopted kitten, Mews the Second, Tews.

Since Steve wasn’t facing Larry, he missed his rise from death, but he quickly turned around when Eddie spoke. Larry was definitely not alright. The noise he released was one of the most terrifying noises Steve had ever heard.

Larry jerked towards them on staggering feet, flashing a new sharp set of fangs that were less impressive than Steve’s but still pretty fucking horrifying. Larry passed right by Steve and was heading in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie scrambled away. “No, I am not your snack!”

Steve was hot on Larry’s trail. “He isn’t, Larry! He’s not your snack!” Steve wanted to growl that Eddie was his but bit his tongue and instead grabbed their basket of snacks and drinks that had gotten abandoned.

“Grrrrruuuuh,” Larry disagreed, lunging for Eddie.

Eddie dodged the clumsy grabby hands and took a can of Popeye spinach from the shelf nearest him, throwing it at Larry to deter him. The can hit him in the gut, and he groaned again but seemed otherwise unfazed.

“You turned him into some sort of zombie vampire!” Eddie hissed at Steve.

Steve threw one of the Coke cans at Larry’s head, nailing him. When the can came in contact with Larry’s head, it exploded, and coke went everywhere, stunning the zombified man. It looked like Little League had paid off for Steve, even though baseball wasn’t his sport. It was enough to get Larry to make more noise as he stumbled backwards and fell onto the shelf behind him, knocking it over. That gave Steve time to go over to Eddie. He hooked their arms together. “Now. We gotta go now.” On the way out, Steve knocked over the newspaper stand by the door, buying them precious getaway time–hopeful that little action would make it harder for Larry to escape and come right after them. “I didn’t mean to do this,” he said, knowing he hadn’t been in control. Of course Harrington had the aim and strength of a pro baseball player in addition to being gorgeous and popular. Of course he had to save Eddie from some otherworldly creature for the second time that night, Eddie thought, annoyed and terrified in equal measure as Steve herded him out of the 7-11 like a protective vampire soccer mom herding her son off the field. Eddie shook Steve’s touch off once they were outside, letting his petulance fuel him.

Steve felt guilty because Eddie was distraught, and he couldn’t deny having started it all, but he had saved him again and had gotten him out of the store.

Steve got in the passenger side of the car while Eddie started it. Steve hit the door lock and then grabbed a Coke before tossing the basket in the backseat. Once Eddie had the car in drive, Steve cracked open the can, downing it to get the rancid taste of Larry’s blood out of his mouth. “I’m not sure I’m a vampire. His blood didn’t taste good.”

Eddie’s brow ticked, and he looked over at him. He relaxed his grip on the wheel when he realized he was white-knuckling it and eased up on the gas when he noticed the speedometer was twenty miles above the limit. “It didn’t? But you did get the urge to drink it, right? I thought maybe you were just a messy eater.”

He did wonder why Steve had chosen Larry as his munchie target. Between Eddie and Larry, Steve had decided Larry was the tastier option. Larry had a mullet and smelled like stale corn chips—but now was not the time to get… what, offended? And pleased that Larry didn’t taste good? Jesus Christ.

Eddie forced his shoulders to come down since they were rising tensely up to his ears. He was focusing on all the wrong things here. Priorities, Munson.

Steve made a weird noise, catching Eddie’s attention, but when he saw Steve’s face, he knew exactly what was happening. That was the same face Gareth had made last week after he downed a whole jug of Eddie’s prison hooch (recipe courtesy of his dear dad). “You, my fanged friend, are about to upchuck. Pulling over!”

The Coke hadn’t agreed with Steve at all. The cold fizziness of the liquid felt good going down. It didn’t have its familiar taste, but it still felt refreshing. That was until he felt the cold fizziness bubble back up right after he had drained the entire can. He made a panicked noise before pursing his lips tightly to keep it from instantly coming back out. His cheeks began to puff as his mouth filled up with the Coke. Steve desperately tried not to spew it all over the inside of his car.

Eddie hit the brakes just in time. That made the feeling worse, but luckily, the beemer had power windows, and Steve was already pressing the down button. No sooner than he got the window rolled down and hung his head out of it, the Coke launched itself out of his system.

Eddie groaned in sympathy, giving Steve’s back a slow rub to help him through the worst of it.

Steve felt Eddie’s touch, surprised by it at first. He didn’t react but calmed quickly after getting it all out. He sighed when Eddie stopped. Part of Steve wanted to continue to be soothed by Eddie since he still felt as shaken up as the Coke had been when it was inside him.

Steve slowly brought his head back into the car, settling in his seat. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. Coke and blood transferred onto it, making him wince. He left the window down to get some fresh air.

“You could just be reacting to what happened back there,” Eddie said since it had been traumatic as fuck, “or maybe you downed that Coke too fast, but to me, that was another positive result for the vampire test. Not being able to drink human beverages.”

Steve listened, trying to make sense of it. Maybe he couldn’t have human food anymore, just blood? But he hadn’t liked Larry’s blood. What was he going to do? He couldn’t snack on Eddie, could he? He didn’t want to kill anyone else. “I wasn’t in control. I can’t remember it. I think Vecna or one of his minions was in control. They made me attack him. The last thing I remember is that I didn’t like that he called us freaks.”

When Steve looked at him, Eddie was shocked to see that those black and red veins that had bloomed all over Steve’s body had invaded Steve’s face. He didn’t look like a monster, however—far from it.

“I believe you, Stevie,” said Eddie, using the nickname he’d heard Mrs. Harrington use. It was sweet. Nobody named Stevie had a murderous bone in their body. “You didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve been cursed. You didn’t even remember to bust the CCTV—clear evidence you’re not a real criminal.”

Fortunately, Eddie had trashed the camera with a heavy can of creamed corn while Steve had been busy taking down Larry. The last thing they needed was an APB out for not only him but Steve, too.

Eddie tapped his rings against the wheel in deep thought. Possession. That was what it sounded like to Eddie. If those octobats were an extension of Vecna, that meant Vecna was technically Steve’s Maker. Who knew what other sorts of things Vecna could force Steve to do? At least Steve didn’t seem possessed anymore , but when would it happen again?

They probably should have killed Larry a second time, too. He might go on to attack someone else if he managed to find a way out of his newspaper prison. And what about the other bats that had escaped into Hawkins? How many other people had gotten bitten?

Eddie had a feeling things were about to really spiral out of control.

Steve still couldn’t fathom being a real vampire. He had his first victim, and all the other evidence of it being true was there, too. He guessed he could no longer deny it. At least Eddie believed he was possessed, which was good. Steve needed him.

The nickname made all the hairs on his body stand straight up, but it was comforting, too. He never thought he’d hear it from Eddie, of all people. If he wasn’t an ice cube now, it was so intimate of a nickname he was sure it would’ve made him blush. Luckily, he couldn’t do that right now.

“Think we should get going again. Maybe head to Skull Rock and stay there until morning. Get the others to come meet us.” Steve tousled his hair. “Perhaps vampire me prefers to feast on animals and not humans. There will be plenty of those out there.”

“Alright,” Eddie agreed, “Skull Rock it is, but no getting frisky with me. I don’t do those things on a first date.”

Eddie knew the area’s history from multiple sources: cheerleaders and involuntary eavesdropping in the hallways at school. Steve had apparently taken many lucky ladies out there in his time, and his moves were legendary enough to be spoken about. Eddie winked at Steve because it was fun to fuck with him.

What Eddie said was hilarious to Steve. This would be the worst first date ever. Along with Eddie’s earlier comments and flirty wink, Steve was seriously questioning Eddie’s sexuality.

Maybe that was why he hadn’t seen Eddie with a girl. Whenever Steve saw Eddie at school or selling drugs at a party, he always seemed to be surrounded by guys. Despite being a massive nerd, he was charismatic, fun, funny, silly and strong. What girl wouldn’t like that? Especially the nerdy kind. That made it all a little more peculiar.

“What do you take me for?” Steve asked curiously, smirking because he was also beginning to wonder if he was some sort of hussy. There wasn’t much of anything he wouldn’t do on a first date, but at the same time, he considered himself a respectable young gentleman and kept things consensual. He felt his blood quicken. “Do vampires still get to have sex? If it’s this upsetting being unable to drink Coke, you don’t want to be around me when I can’t…”

Steve laughed as he noticed he had made Eddie blush without even finishing the sentence. It satisfied something deep inside him, probably the same thing that made it fun for Eddie to fuck with him.

What in the fuck was going on with the two of them? It felt like they were flirting. Did becoming a vampire make Steve hot for just anyone?

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Life in the Limelight

Chapter 4

Y/N POV

Friday night 10 PM

I’ve already sent my security home for the night and am sitting at my kitchen table having a glass of white wine when my phone rings. I look down to see the name Spencer Reid. I answer the call, “Hello Spencer. What’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N uh nothings up per se, but I was calling to tell you that I, uh, I can make our brunch thing tomorrow if you were still up for it?”

“Still up for it? Absolutely! I mean did everything work out with work?”

“Oh yeah we found them or her rather.”

“Wow a woman? I would have never guessed that.”

“Well actually although women serial killers aren’t common they do make up about 15% of serial killers. Sorry you did not want to know that.”

“No it’s alright! That was an interesting fact. What time did we say for tomorrow again? Was it 1:00?”

“No, it was 12:30. Sorry not trying to correct you but I have an eidetic memory so I can remember pretty much everything I read.”

“Woah, that is so cool. So like you only have to read chapters once and you have them memorized?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s gotta be helpful on tests.”

“Oh it is. I mean I have three Ph. D.s and a few Masters and a couple of B.A.s”

“Oh, that’s a lot. So you’re like really freaking smart.”

“I like to think so, but that makes me sound arrogant.”

“No it doesn’t! Not when someone else is asking you. Anyways, I’m going to head to bed because I think I’ve had one too many glasses of wine to be talking to an extremely handsome guy on the phone.”

“Oh, ok yeah I will see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye Spencer.” Once I hung up I realized what I said and froze for a moment. I cannot believe I said that. I finished my glass of wine and went to bed.

NEXT MORNING

I woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning and got a little excited about my brunch with Spencer today. Instead I go get ready to work out for today to get my blood flowing. I need to keep working my cardio for my upcoming tour so I start on the treadmill. After I run on the treadmill for a couple of hours I decide to hit the weights. Not much weight but many repetitions. I checked the time after I finished that and it was 9:00. Once I took a shower and only got halfway dressed for the day I went back down to my kitchen. Since it is close to my brunch, I decide just to get a cup of coffee and eat some fruit. When I was done with that I sat and relaxed for a while on my couch. I started to watch some TV. I don’t get to do that often so I took advantage of the down time while I had it. When I checked the time it was 11:00 and I figured I better get ready if I wanted to be on time. Looking through my closet, I decided to wear a black skirt with a white grid on it. I also wore a white sweater; not anything heavy, but something longsleeved that’s light. That last couple parts of my outfit should be the easiest. For my shoes I decide on a black platform that are five inches tall and a simple black handbag big enough to put my cell phone and some cash in.

At about 12:00 I started to head to the restaurant. I leave out the back way and drove myself to the restaurant. When I get there, I park on the side and call my friend Bella who owns the restaurant. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh nothing much. I was hoping that you could let me in the back so I didn’t have to deal with people staring at me?”

“Oh yeah yeah I got you. Give me a second.” After waiting just for a couple of minutes she opens the door and pops her head out. “Hey get on in here.”

I follow her in through the door, “So, I’m actually meeting someone here and I was hoping you could tell your staff to escort him to my private table? I just don’t want to make a huge commotion.”

Bella smiles at me, “You have a date don’t you!”

I shush her, “Be quiet! I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.”

“That’s not a no,” she sings quietly.

“Ok, yes I am meeting a man here, but no it’s not a date. It’s merely brunch or more so lunch.”

“But you want it to be a date.”

“Yes, Bella, I would like it to be a date. This one is different! He doesn’t even know who I am! He came up to me at a coffee shop and we talked for an hour about the book I was reading, the book he is reading, the books we have read and want to read. Not once did he say ‘Can I get an autograph?’ or ‘Oh my got you’re global superstart Y/F/N!’ he just spoke with me like I was a normal person.”

Bella thought for a moment, “What happens when he does find out though?”

I sighed, “That’s why I’m going to tell him here and now; as long as I don’t chicken out.” Bella laughed at that, “Hey don’t laugh, I’m serious. He’s really cute and I think, well I think that he would maybe actually date me.”

Bella stared at me, “Holy shit, you’re serious,” I nodded, “well in that case I wish you good luck and I’ll be your waitress so I can keep an eye on you guys.”

I gave her a hug, “Thank you so much. Anyways, I’m going to sit down, can you bring two glasses of water to our table?”

“You already know it! Now go sit!” Laughing you went to go sit down and texted Spencer.

Hey, I’m here. Just tell the hostess my name and they’ll bring you.

Spencer

Perfect. I’m almost there. See you soon.

While I waited I answered a few texts and wrote down some good ideas for lyrics. “Hey,” you looked up and saw Spencer.

“Hi Spencer! Good to see you.”

Spencer sat down in front of you. “Good to see you too. How have you been?”

“Oh I’m good. Just a little busy. How are you?”

Spencer sighed, “I’m as good as I can be at the moment. This last case was kind of tough but we caught the woman doing it so it’s all good.”

“A woman? Interesting. Why would a woman harm other women?”

Spencer took in an excited breath, “Well, women offend for many different reasons. Assuming they aren’t psychopaths, women might offend other women because they are a surrogate for an abusive mother, a woman that got with their ex-boyfriend, or any other of that variety. However- wait nevermind, you probably don’t want to hear this.”

I stared at him in awe, “Woah, that was amazing. How did you know all of that?”

He looked surprised, “Well, I’m actually in the FBI. I’m in a specialized group called the BAU also know as the Bahvioral Analysis Unit. We get called in to different police departments when they are having trouble with killings happening.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I mean well it’s not great that people are dying, but it’s amazing that you guys go in and help them.”

He stared at me, “Uh, yeah but that’s what I do for work, what about you?”

I cleared my throat, “I, uh, I sing.” I chickened out hardcore and decided not to tell him about my superstar status that I have.

“Oh, well that’s fun. Do you sing at bars or nightclubs?” he asked inqusitevely.

“Oh, uh, that’s actually where I got my start. I went from bars and nightclubs, to the opera, then to writing and producing my own music.” I was so nervous speaking that he definitely knew.

He looked confused, “So how do you make money now?”

“Um, there’s no easy way to say this but I’m a global popstar. I make money through music. And I was really nervous about telling you this because I loved how you didn’t know me at that coffee shop and talked to me like I was a normal person and I really don’t want you to think of me differently.” I rambled out so fast I doubted he could even understand me.

He held out his hand, palm up, waiting for me to grab it and I do, “Don’t worry about that. To me, you are just that really cute girl that I met in a coffee shop reading The Odyssey in Greek.”

I looked him in the eyes, “You think I’m cute?”

He blushed, “Uh, well, I -uh yeah I do,” he stammered out.

I smiled, “Well it’s a good thing I think you’re cute too.” He smiled at that. Bella came around and took our order and we spent the next hour talking and eating. Just getting to know each other. Although Spencer offered I told him that I’d cover the bill and he let me after I spent fifteen minutes convincing him.

After I got to my apartment, he texted me asking if I got home alright. I responded yes and asked him the same thing and he said yes as well. I flopped on the couch just thinking that although it was unintentional, this wasn’t a horrible first date.

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