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To Heal the World

Chapter 2: The Mother of All Loses

Synopsis: After almost dating for a year, Michael has to help Bekah process a lost, she's been dreading for years.

Pair: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Jewish!FOC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Loss of a Parent

Word Count: 2060

Tag List: Let me know if you want to be tagged.

A/N: I hate having to do this but: In this chapter, I have Rebekah discuss an exchange medical program where she goes to Israel. Reminder, outside of political sides, Israel is a medical capital of the world, so much so that The Pitt used medical tech from Israel in their Mass Causality episode. And that Israel still has the highest number of doctors. While how I describe the program is probably... inaccurate, I still want you to keep an open mind while reading this chapter. Also, please check your antisemitism at the door.

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Michael ran his hands over his face as he waited for Rebekah to return to the screen. It was their weekly video date, which was always needed after long hours. But it seemed tonight, Bekah was being the workaholic. Her phone had gone off five minutes into their date and she just couldn’t ignore it.

Her taking the call didn’t annoy Michael; it was the fact that she made all the rules for when they did these dates. The big one being to leave work at work.

“She’s 28, how can she know how to date properly.” Had been the comment Jack Abbot made when Michael first told him about Bekah. Of course, Abbot then went on to remind Michael again how he was entering his 50’s and most would see this as a midlife crisis.

Maybe it was, but being long distances meant, for the time being, it was all mental and emotional. And after 8 months of officially dating, it had been five since the conference, Michael was starting to question it himself.

He heard a sigh that pulled him from his thoughts and looked back to see Bekah sitting back down. “Sorry about that, it was just- “

“Work?” Michael looked at her. Through the video, her eyes looked almost brown, but he knew it was just the gold and the lighting. “You know you made me promise to leave work at work when we did these dates, Rebekah, and I’m not about to be in a one-sided agreement on that.”

Bekah chewed on her lower lip. “It was my dad, Michael. My mom’s in the hospital right now with no promise of coming out.”

Well fuck, now he felt like shit.

They both sat there in silence, the actual sound was from whatever show Bekah had playing in the background at her apartment. Michael didn’t know how to move past his outburst, and Bekah didn’t seem to be in the mood to help him.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “Do they know what’s wrong?”

“The finishing line for the decline she’s been on for a few years now.” She sniffled and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “If anyone believes doctors get used to death, they are idiots.”

Michael’s mind flashed back to the day of Adamson's death, and he knew what she meant. Death never got easier; it just became a daily occurrence.

“Do you know what they’re doing?”

She started playing with her Star of David as she stared blankly at the keyboard. “Keeping her comfortable mainly, but there’s not much they can do. And I don’t even get to see her because they are at the Naval hospital, and I don’t have the needed identification to get on base.”

“Then why doesn’t—”

“Part of me also doesn’t want to be there. I watch enough people die given my career, but I’ve seen enough family members go; I don’t need to add another.”

Michael could see it in her eyes. Rebekah had already said goodbye to the woman who raised her. It had been something she brought up during their first date. That since her mother started deteriorating almost three years ago, Bekah gave up. Not being that she didn’t care, but because, like Michael, sometimes people just don’t want to get better.

So, Michael did what Michael was good at: he deflected.

“I got time off to come down and visit for your birthday.” He said.

He watched as it slowly sank in. Her eyes focused on him; her jaw relaxed along with her shoulders. Then a small smile pulled at her lips.

“Think you can leave your precious ER for a few days to help me turn 30?”

He grinned at her, “I’m sure it will only be partially burned to the ground when I get back.” He joked dryly.

She laughed and shook her head. “You drivin’ or flying down?”

“What’s the distance between Pittsburgh and Virginia?”

She bobbed her head from side to side, “Around nine to ten hours.” She shrugged, “But it is cheaper to drive, and you can actually stop to stretch.”

Michael thought about that for a moment. He thought about how his back and knees felt after his last flight. While the time would be shorter, it would also be more painful to fly. Also, driving meant he didn’t need to rely on Bekah’s car if he wanted to go sightseeing.

“I’ll probably look at driving down. More control of everything.”

Bekah nodded and looked at her phone as it pinged. Michael watched all the tension return to her shoulders.

“It's your dad, isn’t it?”

She nodded. Michael could already see her eyes starting to shine.

“Bekah, baby.”

“She’s already been gone mentally for years.” She whispered. “I don’t understand…” she sniffled and swiped away at stray tears.

Michael’s heart ached, wishing he were there to physically comfort her. “Because she’s still your mom. She’s still a part of who you are.”

The computer speakers crackled as Bekah took a shaky breath, setting her forehead against the table. The mic picked up the soft sounds of Bekah fighting back sobs, and Michael closed his eyes. He knew at this moment, nothing he said would help her. And that over the next ten days, he probably wouldn’t hear from her. She would be sitting Shiva.

With that thought, Michael started to do one of the few things he believed would comfort Bekah.

He started saying the Shema.

As his grandmother had taught him, he covered his eyes.

When he finished and set his hands in his lap, he saw Rebekah looking at him with bloodshot eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks. She was slouched in her chair but was sniffling now instead of full-blown crying.

“I may suck at talking about my own emotions. But I know lose. You know, no matter what, I’m here for you.”

She nodded, “I kind of wish you were here, here.” She hugged herself, fighting back the new wave of tears that wanted to fall.

“I know, baby. If I could do it, I would fly down tonight.”

Bekah nodded and wiped away stray tears. “Um, I should probably go start planning things and let everyone know.”

Michael nodded. “Do you want to stay on video chat with me?”

She shook her head, “No, you don’t need to watch me have a full-blown mental breakdown tonight after your shift.” She gave him a sad smile.

He was regretting telling her about the psych case they had today. But he would respect her wishes, “Well, if you need me…”

She nodded, “I’ll call if I need you.”

He nodded and sighed, “Night, Bekah.”

“Night, Michael.” She ended the call, and Michael sat there staring at the black screen. He rubbed his chest, wishing he could be there to help with everything.

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It was almost two months later when a knock came on Michael’s door. He groaned and got up from the couch, his back cracking as he moved. Maybe he was getting too old for 12-hour shifts.

When he peeked through the peephole, he thought he was seeing things. But when he opened the door, there she stood.

Michael looked over Rebekah as she stood there. Her hair was shorter, she said she had cut it after her mom passed, but he didn’t realize how short. It now sat just at her chin, barely brushing her shoulders. She looked exhausted, but that was to be assumed after what happened.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her close, “Hey.” He nuzzled her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping my dad move.” She stepped back and moved her hair from over her eye. “He couldn’t stay in Virginia anymore. So, we moved him up here. He wanted to go back to his hometown, but his job wants him close to an office.” She slides her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. “Told him I would be staying with my boyfriend. If you’re okay with that, I realize now that I’m kind of—” Michael cut her off with a kiss, pulling her back to him.

Bekah hummed against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. Even though they had had their first kiss months ago, it had been too long. And after the last eight weeks, Bekah needed to feel something.

She pulled back, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s most definitely a yes.” He kissed her cheek, “Enthusiastically, yes.” He kissed along her neck.

Bekah giggled as his beard tickled her skin.

“Wait,” Michael stepped back, his senses coming back to him. He looked Bekah over once more before looking down either side of his hallway. “Where’s your dad?”

Bekah rolled her eyes. “He’s staying at his new house. It’s cute, very him and his simplicity.” Bekah moved her hands and settled them on his lower back, “Did you think I would spring him on you?”

“A little yes,” he said matter-of-factly. “Last phone call, I heard him say he wanted to meet me, since I was, quote, ‘defiling’ end quote, his daughter.”

Bekah snorted, “From over 500 miles away? He was exaggerating besides,” she kissed along his jawline. “He’s pretty grateful for you helping me keep my head above water the last two months.”

Michael hummed and went to pull her into his apartment. “Is that so?”

She pulled back and grabbed her duffle, walking back to him. “Yeah, it is.”

Michael looked at the emblem on the bag. He thought it would be for the practice she worked at, but no, it was something else.

In the center was a Star of David with Hebrew around it. “Where’s the bag from?”

“Oh,” she looked down at it. “I did a summer in Israel and got this from Magen David Adom when I volunteered.”

Bekah looked at Michael to see his head tilted to the side and an eyebrow raised. “You know, the Red Star? It’s the Israeli sister of the Red Cross.” Bekah crossed her arms, fighting a smile.

“How’d you end up there?”

“Well, when I first started going for my medical degree, I wanted the adrenaline rush. And a professor, during my second year, offered some of us hands-on learning, if we traveled out of the US. We could pick anywhere.”

“And being an adrenaline junky and Jewish, you picked the perfect combination.”

“Exactly.” Bekah set the bag down, and now that Michael could see it better, he realized it was pretty beat up. “Most went to Europe and got drunk a lot. A few went to help in the Sub-Sahara and did real good there.”

“And you went to Israel.”

“Medical technology capital of the world. I even got to see some of the early things they were doing to help with tumor removal for patients with brain cancer.” She smiled. “It was nice cause I got to come home and advocate that my school keep their relationship with Israel intact, just on that tech alone.” She blinked, realizing something, “And I’ve been rambling.”

“I prefer the rambling to how you’ve been.” Michael pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I can imagine you weren’t too popular when you came back.”

Bekah wanted to bring up the fact that he was the master of deflecting his emotions, but she simply shrugged, “Small potatoes to what I gained.”

Michael kissed her head, then moved to pick her up by her thighs.

“Ah, Mike! Your back.” Bekah held on, worrying she could cause more pain if she squirmed.

“I can handle the small walk to my bedroom,” Michael said, walking to his room. “I lift patients all day.”

“Which is my point.”

He shrugged, walking into his bedroom and laid Bekah down. She watched him as he walked around the bed before climbing in next to her.

He pulled her down to him and settled behind her. “You’ve had a long two months, and I am coming off my seventh straight day. Let’s get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning. Capiche?”

Bekah smiled softly, shifting back a little more and held back a giggle at the sound of Michael’s grunt. She moved his hand to settle over her heart before closing her eyes. “Capiche.”

#To Heal the World #dr michael robinavitch #robby robinavitch xofc #dr robby x jewish ofc #sammi writes #SJ writes #michael robinavitch writing #noah wyle character #the pitt #jewish characters #the pitt hbo

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year ago

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Lilac - Jamie Tartt x F!OFC

Lilac (Syringa) - Meaning: First Love, Reminiscence

Summary: Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer were childhood best friends and had planned their futures together, but what happens when childhood ends and it's time to face reality?

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!OFC Katie Archer (NO physical description other than a name)

Word Count: 1371

Warnings: Language, takes place mostly pre-show, childhood idealism gets shattered, Jamie's anxious/angry reaction is slightly violent (NOT against reader), mention of Jamie's dad being a crap parent, enduring childhood love

Day 3 of the In Bloom Writing Challenge! I originally wanted this to be a whole series, but couldn't find the right way into it so I condensed it into a short fic. Also, this is my first ever Ted Lasso fic! That show is pure dopamine, I swear. Perhaps a teammate or coach of Jamie's will appear in his own fic later this month? Who knows? Oh wait, I do :D

In Bloom Masterlist

Comments, Likes, Reblogs are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! <3

9 May, 2009

Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer’s Unbreakable Life Plan To Remain Friends Forever

Become pro footballers (in the same city but not on rival teams or they’ll make us stop being friends)

Marry the fittest people we know (models, actors, or royalty ONELY)

Have neighboring houses with a pool that goes across both our backyards and a football pitch

Katie can have as many cats and dogs as she wants and Jamie can’t say anything

Jamie can wear whatever he likes and Katie can’t make fun of him

Our partners have to be best friends too

Our mums will live in our pool houses when they get old

And, the most important rule of all!!!!

8. Any changes to this life plan MUST be discussed with your best friend, OR ELSE!!!

Signed,

Jamie Tartt

Emily Archer

_________________

21 March, 2014

“Who is this? And what has she done to kick Renaldo off the wall?” Katie asked, holding the corners of the poster while Jamie taped them.

“This,” he said, rolling the poster down to reveal the blonde girl holding two footballs in front of her bare chest, “is me future wife, Keely Jones.”

“But I thought you were going to marry Heidi Klum and I would marry Orlando Bloom? That way we’d be the Klum-and-Blooms,” she joked, referring to their life plan since they were eleven.

“‘Course I remember, babes, but I think Keely here is more of a sure thing. ‘Sides, she’s closer to our age.” He taped the bottom corners to the wall and stood back, admiring the poster while Katie flopped onto his bed.

“As long as you’re sure,” she shrugged, opening her maths book.

A football materialized and Jamie started dribbling, “Wanna go kick the ball ‘round?”

“No, big test tomorrow, remember?”

“Dunno why you’re bothering with that,” Jamie fell on his back on his bed next to her, “Don’t need school if you’re gonna be a footballer, yeah?”

“Even if I played half as well as you, we both know I’d get less than half what you’d make as a footballer,” she said, rolling her eyes at the injustice of unequal pay.

He rolled over and flipped around so they were parallel to each other and threw his arm over her shoulders, “Don’t worry, babes, I’ll loan ya cash if ya need it.”

She giggled and shoved him off her, “Well how will you know how much I end up owing you if you won’t study your maths?”

“Fine! Five minutes to study, then we go work on your football skills. Maybe you’ll get so good you can play for a men’s team and get paid what you’re worth.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at him. He was too charming for his own good sometimes.

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5 August 2016

Jamie perched on the edge of her mattress, absolutely gobsmacked at the news she just shared. “You’re fuckin with me, right? You…you’re just messing with me.”

“No, ‘m not. I’m going to university,” she confessed, squeezing his hand that she held in both of hers to try and comfort him.

Instead, Jamie looked at her like she’d just confessed to being Jack the Ripper. “But, we were…what about the scouts from City?”

“I turned them down.”

Jamie exploded then, yanking his hand out of hers, shooting up from where he sat next to her and began pacing. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, ran a hand through his hair, pulled at the strings of his hoodie. His limbs felt like they were too full of electricity.

“So what, all these years, all the plans we made, just fuckin’...don’t matter to ya anymore?”

“You mean the completely unrealistic plans we made when we were kids? Become top footballers, marry some fit fuckin’ models, have adjoining houses with a pool going across both backyards? Come on!”

That was the twist of the knife.

“Fuck you, ya know that? I’ve wanted that all this time, believed in it! It’s all I’ve been workin’ toward since we came up with it! And you just go and fuck up your half…how’m I gonna do it without ya?”

She reached out for him again but he backed as far away as he could in her small bedroom. “You’re incredible, Jamie, you’re so talented and you’re gonna go far. But it’s not for me.”

“You mean I’m not for you.”

“What? Jamie, you’re my best friend!”

“That’s not…we were…fucking FUCK!” Jamie’s brain felt like it was full of fire ants and his stomach lurched. He kicked a hole in the drywall before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

The very fabric of their friendship had torn and there was no going back. If she didn’t care about him the way he cared about her, then fuck it. He didn’t need her, he would be the best fuckin’ footballer Man City had ever seen and she’d have to watch from wherever it was she ended up, hopefully somewhere miserable.

He didn’t speak to her for the rest of their break. He didn’t see her off when she moved her things into the dorms. He never responded to her ‘Congratulations!’ text after his first game with Man City.

The only response she ever got were three dots, appearing and disappearing.

And then, nothing.

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August 5, 2021

Slipping off his jersey, Jamie couldn’t help but think about her. After all this time, he still remembered why he’d chosen 9 as his number. It was hers, her lucky number, her birthday in November, only 20 days after his.

They’d grown up together, their mums having met at work and becoming best friends. He sometimes heard about Katie’s life on his phone calls with his mum but he hadn’t really listened to any since Katie had decided to give up on their friendship, on their life plan — the one they had come up with together when they were eleven so they’d never have to be apart.

Katie had seen how difficult it was for him to deal with his dad’s frequent appearances and disappearances and wanted him to know she would always be there for him. At the time Jamie had only gone along with it because she insisted that he could have whatever he liked in their future — it wasn’t until she’d announced that she was going to Uni that he realized the only thing he truly wanted from that list was their future.

Together.

He didn’t care much what it looked like, as long as it was theirs. As long as she was there at the end of every day. Which is why it devastated him when she left. Why he’d thrown himself into training and took his new life as a football star for granted as much as he had.

Now that he was back at Richmond and apologized for his behavior, she’d been on his mind more and more.

Did he pop into her mind ever? Had she been following his career? Seen him embarrass himself on that stupid fucking dating show?

It had only been five years but if he ran into her now, would they even recognize each other?

It was a sad thought to have about someone he was once so close to — someone he, deep down, knew he had loved, and even deeper down, knew he still loved. It wasn’t like the love he had for Keely, his only long-term relationship amongst the revolving door of fit women he’d dated.

He wished he could describe it better than ‘a love I grew up with,’ or ‘love I didn’t even know was love at the time,’ but alas, Jaime Tartt was no poet.

He finished his post-training routine and made his way out into the summer night. On a whim, he decided to walk home. He needed time to think. About a block away from his house, he pulled out his phone and let his finger hover over ‘Contacts’ but he thought better of it and tucked his phone away.

Only to pull it out again a few steps later and press her contact before he could chicken out.

“Here goes nothin',” he said to himself as the phone rang.

#writing challenge #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt xofc #ted lasso fic #first love fic #in bloom #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic

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the-boy-branithar · 2 years ago

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reader inserts b like "he stroked your long, straight blonde hair and gripped your skinny waist as he fucked your perfectly shaven pussy. you admired his many tattoos, you'd always been too much of a pussy to get any yourself even though you wanted lana del rey lyrics all over your humongous honkers. he tried to change the music to nasty mcr but that was too heavy for you so you changed it to your favourite taylor swift playlist. "y/n," he moaned, "your green eyes with blue flecks are so beautiful. just like your tiny perfect dainty feet." you came and then immediately went to sleep."

#ive been giving them a shot recently and boys its been a struggle #obvs theyre nearly always fem reader #which is annoying but i can edit the pronouns and shit in my head #but then theyll get weirdly specific with describing the reader?#like idk dude maybe you should have just done xOFC

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

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sourhaneyart · 3 months ago

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look at tis distinguished gentleman oh i see i see 👀 art by @xenodove / xenodove.tumblr.com Omg thank you SO much for this amazing piece for my birthday!! the ridiculously, irresistibly attractive bastard Lucius Malfoy crafted perfectly for my fanfic featuring the xOFC pairing 🔥 y’all, can we just take a moment to admire THOSE HANDS ~ the artist who drew them is an actual goddess! You can (and absolutely should) check out more of her work right here: https://www.tumblr.com/xenodove ehehehe ~ she’s got a ton of fandom goodness that’s chef’s kiss.

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berryispunk · 6 months ago

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⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮! ⊹₊⟡⋆

I hope you enjoy your stay in my lil' corner of the pedroverse 🪐

i mostly write one-shots, but there are also two lil' series (not finished yet) to explore

My main bitch is Frankie Morales. But you'll find some other characters of Pedro as well here and there.

In general all my fics are found under the tag #berryfiction

Most of my content is 18+ so here's your reminder if you're underage please DNI ✨‼️

Fics with explicit smut are marked with **

But mostly I write about mental health topics and always heavy on the angst 💔

By now most of my fics are f! reader, but I also have gender neutral works. I don't use y/n and hardly any physical description of the reader in general. If I do, i tag it.

Anyways...

I am so happy you're here and please remember to show some love. We writers live for that ❤︎

lots of love,

Berry 🍓

find me here as well : Ao3 & Twitter

Francisco Morales

Series

Complete Mess xf! reader (finished)

I Stole Your Heart, You Stole My Life

You Make Me A Complete Mess **

She Keeps His Shirt, He Keeps His Word **

Rain Down on Me (xofc reader)

Series Masterlist

The Sea Is Calling Your Name

Part 1 “The Lighthouse”

Nothing You Can Do Will Save Me (Priest Frankie x OFC)

Series Masterlist

One-Shot's

How To Fall In Love- Your Guide To The Perfect Meet-Cute

Mouth(y) Confessions **

10 Minutes

Love Cracks Through Tiny Spaces **

Under The New Year's Sky

Eres Mi Vida

Tidal Wave **

Grocery Shopping **

What I Didn't Say

Insomniacs

Your Home’s Only a Town You’re a Guest In **

A Little Extra Care **

What’s Left

Just for Now

Blurred Lines

When Words Fail, Let Me Stay

Everything But Us **

Haunted by You (1/2) & What Lingers (2/2)

Slow Motion

What It Feels Like (**)

All In

Where You Left Me

Poetry in a Room Full of Noise (1/2) & Serendipity (2/2)

In The Wake of Our Ruins

Drabble Challenge (finished)

to find under the tag #glimpsesofus

Other works

101 Reasons To Love Francisco Morales

In The Depth Of You

Build Up Walls

Joel Miller

One-Shot

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Temptations **

Javi Gutierrez

One-Shot

The Art Of Giving

Under The Surface

Oberyn Martell

One-Shot

Happy Accidents

Pero Tovar

One-Shot

By The Fire

Kermit

One-Shot

Late Nights **

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thedarknesseater · 1 month ago

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ooh, for the WIP ask game: They all sound intriguing to me, but I'm kind of compelled to ask about the Sukuna x reader one! I find it really interesting to see how writers who don't primarily/only do x reader approach that genre. And I feel like x reader stuff encourages a particular kind of indulgence, so I think it would be fun to hear about :)

Okay, I kinda wanna let you know that my first ever fic was x reader, lol. And I was exclusively in the xOFC (because the xreader fics usually had the y/n format and that broke immersion for me) tag for years when I was in my first fandom.

With that out of the way, the sukuna x reader was originally conceived as a spite fic. I was getting harassed with anon hate and I came across a soft!sukuna x reader fic on tumblr on an anti's blog, which got me thinking about the overlap between antis and x reader shippers.

I wanted him to cannibalise the reader because of how ooc softkuna sounded. That's where this fic comes from, but with time as it sat in ny drafts it became more than just something made out of spite. I don't fully know more of what, yet. But there's more to it now, in my head at least.

#asks #ask game #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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seasidesandstarscapes · 5 months ago

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The Longing

Summary: Shorty steals her away for part of the night

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Regency Era, Sneaking Away, xOFC, xReader, Smut, One Shot

Words: 811

A/N: for @crushribbons ;)

They are not strangers.

The moment she steps into the ballroom, her stare is intense, searching. She’s worn her finest dress, smooth silk flowing down her body, a color to make anyone stand out. He won’t be able to look away.

Across the crowded room, their eyes meet. Others don’t notice the subtle blush on his cheeks, the little lick to his lips. She sees it all, responds with a coy smile, the fluttering of her fan.

Her friend whispers something to her and she pretends to be enraptured. A shiver runs down her spine, a prediction for how tonight will play out. Despite her turned back, she can feel him watching her every movement, immortalizing her image.

She offers a teasing glance over her fan, swallows as he edges his way around the perimeter of the room. The chatter, the music, all of it fades. The beating of her heart echoes in her ears and she floats above the crowd. His breath is hot on her neck, all she can do is swallow.

“Excuse me,” his voice slams into her, strong, rich.

Her friend’s eyes widen and a nervous laugh leaves her. In any other place, she would smack her friend with her fan, but instead she turns to face him. She feigns confusion, tilting her head with a soft smile.

“May I steal you away for a moment?” He asks.

A moment is far too short. Even a millennia with this man wouldn’t be enough. She gives a shy nod, grins over her shoulder at her friend as she’s led away. Her friend swoons and she smirks, eager to tell her all about it later.

Scarcely any attention is thrown their way as he leads her down an empty hallway, into the quiet sanctuary of the library.

When he steps towards her, she steps back, all the way until she hits one of the many walls of books. His face hovers near hers, asking, promising. She tilts her head up, lost in the steel gaze of his until they meet halfway.

It is a hungry, aching kiss. One that steals their breaths, plunges them into icy waters. She does not feel the ground beneath her feet, her hands hang uselessly at her sides. When he grabs her face to deepen the kiss, only then does she drop her fan, cast aside in favor of gripping onto him.

They part with reluctance, their mouths ghosting across skin as he unbuttons his waistcoat, opens his shirt. Her hands rake down his body, but just as she reaches the top of his trousers, his hands stop her.

The confusion is washed away when he kisses along her jaw and neck. His hands bunch up the fabric of her dress, reach down until his fingers slip between her legs.

A gasp, knees buckling, she holds tight to his shoulders as he rubs her. The pads of his fingers are rough but he touches her with reverence, marble never graced by human hands until now.

When a finger slips inside, the moan that leaves her echoes in the quiet room and she rushes to cover her mouth. Instead, he swallows her pleas with a kiss, slides in another finger. With his thumb he keeps rubbing her clit and waves of pleasure course through her body. Her leg, caught between both of his, rides up and she spirals when she feels his length rub against her.

Their kiss breaks into harsh pants, his fingers thrusting harder, faster. She bites down on her lip, wishes she could mark up the visible skin of his neck. His intense stare pulls her attention back and he presses their foreheads together. She breathes in his growing desperation, digs her nails into his arms. Her stomach churns knowing there will be a pattern of crescent moons, her touch never to be forgotten.

Her climax builds with his hurried ministrations, yet he studies her, teases and flicks with every little gasp and moan. It’s almost too much and it’s perfect. She gives herself over, allows her body to submit to ecstasy. He steals her scream in another open mouthed kiss and their bodies shake as they fall into matching pleasure.

When he draws his hand back, he grasps onto her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. She is his, but he is her faithful servant. Loyal, wanting. He rests his head on her shoulder and she tangles her fingers into his hair.

For a while, they remain this way, heaving chests, closed eyes. Savoring the touch of the other. However, duty calls and they part, smoothing out wrinkled clothes, adjusting forgotten accessories.

They will have to wait until later to truly fall to pieces but just before they leave the library, he pulls her into one last searing kiss.

How she will face the rest of the evening is beyond her.

#shorty hunt #shorty hunt/reader #shorty hunt/ofc #salix’s sideblog escapades #idk what other tags to add lmao;

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months ago

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The first training session

Title: The first training session.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Jack Rollins XOFC (Alexa Blacke Rollins).

Word count: 238 words.

Square: 25 “What if someone sees?”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: First private training session.

Major Tags: Implicit smut.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Valentine’s edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

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Lexi stood in front of the door to one of the training rooms, looking around, making sure no one was around. It wasn't her first time training, but it was the first time Jack Rollins and she would be alone together training. Lexi couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, even if she wouldn't admit it.

Lexi glanced over her shoulder before entering. She was used to her training taking place in front of others, surrounded by peers, where tensions were controlled by the supervision of other agents. But this was different. This time, she was alone with Jack.

With a sigh, she finally pushed open the door and stepped inside; Jack was already standing, waiting.

“Are you ready for this, Lexi?” Jack asked with a barely perceptible smile. She nodded, but before she could start, a question crossed her mind.

“What if someone sees?” Lexi asked; she knew how things were going to end. “It's not often we get to do this, is it?”

“Don't worry about that. This is a private space, just for you and me. No one's going to interrupt us.”

“Good,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Then let's get started.”

Jack wasted no time. He guided Lexi toward the center of the room and suddenly kissed her. The kissing began to escalate until they started taking off their clothes; they had been talking about having that kind of “workout” for a while now.

#fandom free bingo #valentine's edition #jack rollins x ofc

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nessieart · 1 year ago

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•Nessie's Masterlist•

Putting all my stories into one spot!

Small About Me: I just started writing, and hope you enjoy my journey in figuring out my own voice. I draw, but most of it ends up on twitter.

Series

(Tony Stark x reader)

TEETH (complete)

tooth&claw (on hiatus)

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(Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader)

The Way Back

Short stories

Sunbeam (Tony Stark x ofc)

One

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Iridescent Greens (??xofc)

Prologue One

#nessie rambles #nessieart #masterlist #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine

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ashbrat488 · 1 year ago

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Candy - Chapter 5

Word count: 1182

Cassidy has found out someone paid her school bills for the rest of the semester... The Contractor makes himself at home inside her apartment while she's gone.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Cassidy finally stepped up to the counter at her school office. It was time to pay for her last semester of school. Sure, she still had student loans, but it was a relief to know that she was almost done with her degree. "Hi," she smiles at the woman behind the counter, "Cassidy Turner." She pulls out her checkbook as the woman looks up her name on the computer screen.

"Ms. Turner, your school bill has been paid already."

"No..." Cassidy shakes her head, closing her checkbook to stare back at the woman. "There must be a mistake. I haven't paid my bill yet."

The woman looks at the screen once more with a sigh. "Looks like the bill was paid last week."

"Thank you," she offers to the woman, shoving her checkbook back into her purse as she stalks from the office. Joe could have paid it, but while his family was well off, he wasn't well off enough to do something like this for her. No... there was only one person that would have done this.

She pulls her phone from her purse as she stands outside the door of the office. Her suspicions are confirmed when she pulls up her student loan information to find the balance at zero. "Fucker!" She ignores the glances she obtains from a few other students as she furiously messages August. She knew she couldn't barge into his office, because Joe would wonder why she was there. And she couldn't invite him back to her place or show up at his place.

Cassidy: We need to talk. ASAP.

August: I'm sorry... who is this?

Cassidy: Don't fucking play with me.

August: Cass? Or Candy? Which one am I talking to?

Cassidy: Goddamnit Walker...

August: Watch your tone, or you'll regret it.

Cassidy huffed, hating the way his warning even through the phone elicited a gush of arousal in her panties. She rolled her eyes, typing in one last message before returning her phone back to her purse.

Cassidy: Peacock Café in one hour. You're buying me lunch.

August laughs at his phone, going over Cassidy's last message. He knew paying off her loans would force her to reach out to him. He calls up his old friend, The Contractor, waiting for him to answer.

"Yup..."

August rolls his eyes at the response, sighing. "She'll be out of her apartment for at least the next hour or so."

"On it," he responds, hanging up without another word.

"Okay," August scoffs, sliding his phone into his pocket as he stands up from his desk to pull on his jacket. He stops at his assistant's desk and the young girl flutters her eyelashes up at him. She was young, around the same age as Cassidy and just out of college. She was attractive; model features with long blonde hair and big blue eyes that would certainly look better looking up at him with her pink lips wrapped around his cock. But he didn't like to mix work with pleasure, despite how many times she tried to make it obvious to him she wanted more. "Cancel the rest of my meetings today. I'm going home early."

"Yes, Mr. Walker," she responds sweetly, making sure to lean forward to display her breasts to him in her blouse.

August leans on the desk with his palms flat on the desk. "What have I told you about flirting with me, Ms. Riggins?"

She blushes, straightening up in her chair at his tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walker..."

"Good." He winks at her, the blush now turning a bright shade of red as he chuckles, walking away.

The Contractor steps into Cassidy's apartment, breaking in easily. August had tried to pull records of her online, but she had changed her identity when moving to DC. He wanted to know more about her and that is where The Contractor came into play. Sure, August could do what he did, but August was a public figure. The Contractor could keep a low profile much easier.

He closes the door quietly and looks around the small apartment. It was modest and neat, everything in its place. He walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the living room, planting a small camera on top that covered most of the living room and small kitchen. He moved a few little knickknacks, some porcelain owls, just the slightest out of place to see if she would notice. He grabbed one owl, keeping it in place as he completely turned it to face the inside of the shelf, laughing to himself. Small amusements.

He opened the fridge next, taking a large swig of Cassidy's almond milk before turning the carton so the label faced the back of the fridge. After looking through a few cabinets and drawers, he diagnosed her with OCD and moved on to the bedroom. The aroma of coconut and lavender filled his senses as he entered, smirking as his cock jumped slightly in his slacks.

He begins to open dresser drawers, finding a pair of pink lace panties. He brings them up to his nose, taking a whiff, slightly disappointed at the fresh laundry smell. He folded them and neatly placed them back into the drawer and closed it. There were no personal photos anywhere in the apartment. No family photos or even of friends. He made a mental note of that and moved on to the closet next.

He found the small safe on the ground, in the back of the closet behind some dresses. "Bingo," he mutters proudly to himself as he lifts it to bring it back to the bedroom to send on the edge of the bed. It doesn't take him long to crack it open. He takes photos of the documents inside, finding out her birth name was actually Catherine Faris. "Hmm..." He doesn't touch the money she has neatly stacked inside, but takes a photo of her passport before placing everything neatly back into the safe and replacing it in her closet.

He stops in the middle of the bedroom, contemplating whether to put a camera in her room or not. Part of him wanted to, but he finally sighed, shaking his head as he decided to inspect the bathroom before leaving. He opens the medicine cabinet first finding birth control pills as well as Lexapro along with a few other antidepressants. "Hmm..." He picks up the Lexapro bottle, opens it to find it half gone, and checks the date. He places it back in the cabinet, turning the label slightly to the right as he chuckles to himself, moving all the pill bottles slightly off center.

As he turns to leave the bathroom, his gaze catches on a pair of red lace panties on the top of the laundry pile in the basket. He snatches them up and brings them to his nose, savoring the sweet, musty smell as his cock jumps to full attention this time. "Mmmm, that's the stuff." He shoves them into his pocket, making sure all the lights are off before leaving the apartment just as he receives a text from August, telling him that she was on her way home.

Chapter 6 Candy

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roseelise · 5 years ago

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The Weather // Dylan O’brien

Reposting all my writings from @r0s3mm, my main blog, it is not stolen or plagiarized. All my works on my masterlist are main unless stated otherwise.

Hello! Welcome to 2-h, the back up account of @r0s3mm, I’ll be posting my works on here too until (hopefully) my blog gets restored and if not this will become my main blog.

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x ofc!Alice

Word Count: 5129

Author’s note/warnings: break up? Swearing? Reader and Dylan talking about their relationship, a series of voicemail reader sends Dylan at different moments after their relationship ends.

Based off of the song: Lawrence - “The Weather”

Come say “Hi!” Wattpad

Masterlist

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“Hey D’, it’s me, leaving you a message on your voicemail… again. Listen, I know we agreed to give each other space but I just wanted to let you know that your change of address probs didn’t go through because I got your new script at home- hum, at my place. I’ll just send it to Liz’s office… Oh, also I wanted to know if you wanted me to box up and send you the rest of the stuff you have here, there’s a few sweatshirts and other clothing items, as your mom would say. Okay, so you don’t have to call me back, you can text me, maybe even email me. I can leave your stuff at your mom’s house, I’m seeing Jules on the 23rd, so yeah … whatever you feel good with. Ok, bye.”

“I won’t talk about the weather Not with you, we’re not together ‘Cause even when the sky is grey, I’m feeling blue And though the winds are always changing And the clouds are rearranging A part of me will always be in love with you”

I hung up the phone and placed it in my jeans’ back pocket and turned up the volume from the TV.

“A heatwave this week turned the city of Anaheim, home to Disneyland, into the hottest place in theUnited States. The Tick fire forced 50,000 people to flee their homes, many in the mid…” The weather man on the tv announced as I picked up the package with Liz’s name on it from a tv or movie set in LA, taking back my cell phone, I texted Liz, Dylan’s manager telling her I’d be sending her the script in the next few days, putting the block of pages on the bench next to the front door, I sat down next to it as the news kept playing as a background noise accompanied by the rain falling down harshly on the large windows.

It had been a little bit over 5 months and I still hadn’t tidy up from his big move, a lot of empty and piled up boxes were on the floor next to the sliding door, there were empty spaces on the wall and people who would be coming in the apartment could easily guess that the large white wall used to be full, filled with baseball jersey’s, many pictures, music record, stickers of liquor brand, some posters and a few music instruments.

“Hi Jules, it’s me, are we still on for the 23rd? Ok great then, I’ll pick you up. You got any news from your brother? Yeah, I know, I asked you to refuse if I asked but I just wanna make sure that with his new place he’s good and away from the fires and that he’s … that he’s safe y’know? Ok great then, just maybe tell him to- actually you know what? Never mind. I gotta go, but I’ll text you this week… alright bye!”

“There’s a fire in LA Since you moved there back in May I wonder, should I call to see if you’re alright? Yeah, you’re a million miles away But I still think of you each day And hope the weather doesn’t keep you cold tonight”

After picking up what was on the floor and actually tidying up the apartment, I put on my rain boots with my coat and an umbrella before going out the door with the trash and some things that I wanted to get rid of. I walked the streets of the city, listening to the chaotic sounds, the loud voices and the fast steps of those who wanted to escape the rain. Walking to the Blue Ribbon Brasserie, I turned left to get to Sullivan St and passed the convenience store and got myself a few stamps and envelopes for the thank you notes I still had to write after the home warming gifts I received a while back. I put my earphones in my ear as I gave the cashier the money and put everything in my purse. As I entered the restaurant, I took off my coat and held it tightly against me, my eyes falling on a couple sitting at the bar, both a drink in hand and completely enamored with each other.

“Table for one miss?” The host asks taking a menu.

“Yes, thank you.” I smiled at the young man.

I followed him to a table near the windows. He pulled my chair for me to sit. I smiled at him and thanked him.

“What would you like to start with?”

“Glass of white wine, if you have it. Actually no, I’ll get a G&T, please”

“Right away, ma’am” The waiter’s New Yorker accent came through and I smiled at him as I picked up the menu and swiftly looked through it, already knowing what I wanted to eat as soon as I had left my apartment.

The rain was still pattering against the window and it gave a nice ambient sound to the restaurant that for once was almost empty on a Monday afternoon. A few minutes later, the waiter came back with my drink, putting a squared napkin underneath.

“Would you like to order now, or would you like a few more minutes?”

“I’ll order now, thank you. So, I’ll get the chicken barley soup with the steak, please.”

He smiled, took the menu from my hands and left to another table. I watched the other waiters walk around with platters of food as people started to come in. Usually the restaurant would be busy from opening to the time it closed but today felt different. I held the glass in my hands as I sipped it slowly taking the wedge of lime off of it and biting into it and letting it drop on the piece of paper after draining it of its juice.

As the waiter approached my table and put my soup down my phone’s screen lit up with Dylan’s name and contact photo. I had taken the picture when we were out one day and waiting to cross the street. My finger swiped the screen to answer.

“Ali? Hey, it’s Dylan…” His voice rang through my ear, it was hoarse and dry. He had been smoking.

“Yeah, I know. Your contact info popped up.” I said, silently slurping my soup.

“Oh, wasn’t sure if you had gotten rid of it. Hum, I- I thought it’d be better to call you rather than text you and I don’t even know the last time I sent an email that wasn’t for work.” He chuckled quietly but didn’t hear a sound from the other side. “So, for my stuff you can keep it, I won’t really need it, but if you really wanna get rid of it, I can transfer you the money for the delivery and stuff. It-It’s however you want it.”

“Yeah, no. I’ll send it to you or Liz, I wanna start over with a clean slate. I also found a few caps of yours earlier when I was cleaning up, so I’ll send those over as well.” I said finishing the rest of my soup. It was silent on the other side of the line for a few seconds before I heard him sigh.

“A, maybe we should talk? Y’know, actually have a conversation. The only times we’ve talked in the past few months were through voicemail and-”

“Sounds good Dylan, just right now isn’t the right moment. I’m out at a restaurant and I don’t think I can actually do this right now and in public.” I said dryly my voice full of emotion. A waiter came to pick up the now empty bowl and I smiled up at him.

“Yeah okay. Is everything good up there? Are you feeling good?”

“Yep, I’m fine, we’re all fine.”

“That’s good. I feel a bit far away from everyone, y’know ?!”

“Yeah, are- are you okay? I’ve seen the news on the TV about the fires. I was worried.” I said the last part quietly.

“I’m fine too, yeah, you don’t have to worry. Pretty sure Jules or my mom would have rung you up if something had happened.”

“Yeah probably…” I whispered. “Did you start smoking again? Your voice sounded funny when I answered.” I said catching the eye of the waiter that was bringing me my steak. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, miss. Hope you’ll enjoy” The small exchange between the waiter and I was soon over, and I picked up a fry.

“Yeah, a little. It was weird being in LA, felt nervous at first and I couldn’t shake it after. Are you at Blue Ribbon?”

“You were nervous? Dyl’ you’ve been to LA a hundred times for filming and shit and yeah I am.” I said, picking at the veggies in my plate.

“I never actually lived there for more than four or five months, and usually I’m not alone.”

“Don’t.” I said loudly, I lifted my head and looked at other costumers. “Listen I gotta go.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to-”

I hung up and went to eat my dinner and finishing my drink quickly. After paying my bill, I put my coat back on, the weather would be a little chillier than earlier. Halloween was approaching and carved in pumpkins were starting to make an appearance on people’s doorstep and balconies. The rain from earlier had stopped and had been replaced by clouds and sun light.

“So, I won’t talk about the weather No, I won’t talk about the weather I won’t talk about the weather Not with you, we’re not together 'Cause even when the sky is grey, I’m feeling blue And though the winds are always changing And the clouds are rearranging A part of me will always be in love with you”

Music was playing loudly in the apartment, the vacuum loud over it and it felt as if the sun had disappeared from the sky. Halloween was even closer now, only 8 days away. I checked the time, 10:37, Jules would be here in just under two hours. There were two boxes full of clothes, pictures, sports’ games tickets and damaged drumsticks, that I will have to leave in Jules’ car at the end of the day. The two of us had planned to get lunch and then hang out. She told me that some of our friends and her were planning a Halloween party and that they insisted that I come “You gotta get out of your hiding place, Alice!” They had screamed at me through the phone almost a month ago. Even if the weather wasn’t really great, Julia insisted we leave her car at my place and walk.

I had gotten ready slowly, music still blasting through the small speaker when it suddenly stopped. Thinking it was Julia texting me she had arrived I jogged to get to my phone in the other room, it was the other O’Brien child.

“Hello?” I answered the phone, putting it on speaker while I walked back to the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth. “Ali, are you busy? I tried calling you a couple times.” I looked at the screen where I had missed a few phone calls. “M’getting ready to spend the day with your sister actually. Can you make it quick?” I said spitting in the sink and rinsing my mouth. “I just wanted to know if right now would be a good time to have that conversation I talked about last week…?” I stopped and looked at my phone and sighed. “Your sister’s supposed to pick me up in ten minutes, think you can finish in ten minutes?” A silence was heard before light chuckling and I swear I could picture in my mind how he looked in that exact moment. “What?” “‘Nothing. Look, why don’t we try to set up a date and time for us to talk? I think it’d be good. Maybe clarify things up a bit.” “Yeah sure.” The doorbell buzzed, I sighed, picked up the phone putting it against my ear and taking it off speaker mode. “Listen Jules here and I’ve- wait a sec” I told him before shooting Julia a one letter text to tell her I was on my way and putting on my shoes and coat. “Ok, so your sister’s here. I gotta go but if you call me back tonight at around 5, your time I should be back home and mentally prepared to have that conversation you want us to have.” I locked my door and ran down the steps to stop in front of the blue car with my friend resting against it, excitedly waving at me, I walked to the car. “So, I really gotta leave now, but don’t think I’m excited about this. I’m doing this for you.” “I don’t want to make you do this if you’re not ready A’.” He says, guilt overflowing the other emotion in his voice. “It’s fine, I’ll talk to you tonight.” I hung up and put my head in my hand, scratching my hairline and walking the rest of the distance to Jules.

“So, I won’t talk about the weather No, I won’t talk about the weather I won’t talk about the weather Not with you, we’re not together And it’s hard to say if we will ever be But I’ll admit my greatest fear is that The air will never clear So I just wish we could talk like you and me”

“Who was that?” Jules asked me as we started walking towards the larger and busier streets. “Damn you, O’Brien’s.” I mumbled as I pulled her into a greeting side hug. “Oh my god, was it Dylan? Are y’all talking again?” She was too excited for her own good. “Not really, I just wanted to know what he wanted me to do with the stuff of his left at the apartment and he started saying how we should talk about what happened.” “Yeah, I’m not still a hundred percent clear on that, by the way. I don’t think any of us expected you guys to break up after 4 years.” “Don’t remind me, please” I begged as I opened the door to the small café.

When we entered, I looked around for either an empty table or counter seats. I nudged Jules and pointed to a small table at the very back near the window and looked at her, watching for an answer.

“Sure.” She shrugged and took a newspaper off the stand we were standing next to.

We sat down and she opened the menu, looking through it as a woman brought us glasses of water.

“Hello ladies, how are you today?” “We’re good, Jane, thanks.” I asked sipping the iced water. “What about you?” Jules asked putting the cardboard menu down. “Oh, I am very good thank you” She said a huge grin on her face as she extended her left hand, on it a very beautiful diamond engagement ring. “You are fucking kidding me! Oh, my fuck!” Jules exclaimed jumping up and down. She and Jane were college friends, I had met her through Jules at a party a few years back. “Congratulations Jane!” I said leaning in for a hug and sitting back down.

Jane and Jules were standing up and talking in loud whispers as to not fully disturb the other customers. I picked up my cell phone and opened the messages app and clicked on Dylan’s conversation as a reflex before making the screen turn black and setting it back on the table.

“Hey Alice, I haven’t seen much of you in the past two months, but you and Dylan are so invited! Maybe you’ll be in my situation in a few months!” She said cheery, my head snapped up at the mention of my ex-boyfriend and I looked at Jules.

“What? What did I say?” Jane looked back and forth between us. “Y’know when I told you that my brother went to L.A to film a new project?” Jane nods, “Well it wasn’t fully true, yes he is filming something, but he also moved to L.A” Jane’s eyes go from Jules to me. “Dyl and I broke up 5 months ago …” I said picking my phone up again to play with something. Anxiety filling my body and making my fingers shake at the mention of the break-up.

The waitress just sits down next to me and pulls me to her and squeezes me telling me encouraging words before she is called back to the counter.

“The usual?” She asks and Jules and I nod with a smile. “I think we’ll take it to go, if you don’t mind.” Jules says as she finishes her glass of water, Jane’s eyes go over one last time before going to the kitchen.

When we leave the little café/diner we decide to walk through a park that’s nearby, eating our paninis and drinking our mango and strawberry smoothies.

“Hey,” Jules nudges me. “They added something to your bag…” I look at her a put my hand in the bag. “It’s a muffin?” Jules says unsure. “What?” My word stays stuck in my throat. “Pretty fucking sure Janey didn’t tell Henry that Dylan and I were broken up” “Henry? The cook?” I nod and put the muffin back in the paper bag. “Yeah, hum, when Henry started working there Dyl and I went there to get you a smoothie and Henry was there and he just started hitting on him and like he knew that we were together but I guess it was a running gag between them and whenever I went Henry would put a muffin in the bag for your brother with a note” I laugh remembering the memory. “Once,” I laugh stopping us from walking further. “Dylan went to pick up our order to bring back to his apartment, before we moved in, and he actually gave Henry his number … Anyway, yeah.”

Jules looks at me and pulls me to her side as I hold the bag tightly. “You miss him, huh?”. I put my head on her shoulder, “you’ve got no fucking idea”

We keep walking and talking, and I can see that she is trying really hard to change my ideas. We go into stores and try on stuff without buying anything, we just spend an afternoon hanging out and it feels so good.

At around seven thirty we part, and we walk back to my apartment, I put the boxes that I left in the lobby in her car and wave her off. Clutching the paper bag, I grab my keys from my coat’s pocket, unlock the main door before going to the building’s mailboxes, gathering my mail and going through the lobby’s door to wave to Sam, the receptionist, before going up the stairs since the elevator hasn’t been fixed in 4 months. As I get onto my floor, I wave at my neighbor who exits his apartment as he looks at my door. I turn the corner and see that my door is opened, fearing the worst I grab a baseball bat sitting near the door that my father forgot last weekend when he came over. I hear soft music coming from the record player sitting in the living room, the smell of ham and cheese stuffed chicken filled the place and for a moment I thought my mother had come to New York … I entered the kitchen with the bat lowered down knowing who was in my apartment from the humming they made.

“I made dinner” Dylan says turning around and leaning his back on the counter, he pushes himself off of the counter.

“I can see that.” I huff out not looking at him. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, putting my coat on the back of the chair and my purse on the table.

“I- I wanted to talk.” He says taking a step towards me.

“Yeah, I know I was about to call you … We said we would talk tonight, on the phone” He nods slowly and turns around to put food in two plates. He hands me one and gesture for me to sit.

“I’m not a fan of phones.”

“Yeah I know that, we could’ve facetimed or something.” I pick at my Brussel sprouts, usually loving the way he made them, but seeing here tonight caught me off guard.

I actually look at him for the first time tonight, he hasn’t changed that much, his hair is a little bit longer though, he is hungrily eating the food and nervously keeps his head down.

“What happened?” He suddenly says, his head lifting and eyes connecting with mine. I take in a short breath and can’t look away.

“What?” I shake my head and look down. I stand up and put as much distance between him and I as physically can while still being in the same room.

“What happened between us?”

“I can’t say that I honestly know. We weren’t on the same path; we didn’t want the same things … I don’t know” I mumble picking and my chewed-up nails, a habit I had taken up from him.

“Ok so why didn’t work, it’s not distance because god knows we’ve done that before, none of us were unfaithful” I grimace at the thought of him with another woman and look at him, he notices, and pain quickly passes behind his hazel eyes. “I- I don’t think, hope not, we’ve fallen out of love… So, what happened Al’?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say right now, showing up at my apartment at fucking 8 …” I say my voice low and full of emotions.

“We agreed to talk” He says standing up and talking another step closer.

“I agreed to talk to you on the phone because even if it’s been five months, I can’t look at you right now!” I say looking at the shirt he’s wearing

“Did you send my stuff yet?” He asks changing the subject and taking another step, now only at an arm’s length from me.

“I actually gave the boxes to Jules earlier. Left em’ in the lobby and gave them to her when she left.” He nods silently, turns around before starting to put away the food, knowing we probably would not be eating tonight. The domestic choreography started as we moved around each other with ease and habit, but I still tried to keep a distance between us. Without having to consult each other I bent down to a cupboard to grab a few Tupperware’s and set them on the counter as he passed me the now empty pots and pans ready to be rinsed off. While we were quietly washing the dishes, the music in the back changed, but still fit the ambiance perfectly. He walked to the furthest and lowest cupboard where the large serving plates used to be and opened it to now find the spices.

“You changed the plates?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Hum, yeah didn’t have much of a choice, I couldn’t reach the spices from where they were, and I don’t use the serving plates all that much.” I shrug as he picks up the utensils and dries them off. He walks around me to the drawer where they’ve always been and opens it slowly, his hand supporting underneath.

“Oh no, I got fixed, it’s fine”

“Oh okay… Did your dad came all the way from Oregon or did hum…?” He asks and I smile at what he’s really asking me.

“No, I actually asked Pat to come over a month ago, he repaired a few things here and there” I smile warmly at him and his expression that went from sad to relieved.

“You- you called my dad?” He asks as he turns around to look at me and rests against the counter.

“I mean, yeah, is that okay?” I ask him, giving him a pot to dry off.

“Of course, yeah, no- no worries, heh.” He chuckles. “I’m just happy you guys stayed in contact. They adore you, y’know, my parents. Almost like a second daughter.”

“Well that’s just wrong” I mumble quickly my eyes large, falling back into the familiarity that is Dylan.

“What why?” He asks

“That would make us “brother and sister”” I finish washing the last dish and hand it to him.

“Oh yeah, so wrong. So, fucking wrong” He says under his breath and I laugh a little as I help him put away the plates. I open a cupboard and look up to see that it is far beyond my reach and I make a noise that attracts his attention. “Oh wait, I’ll get it” He says before taking large strides towards me. I quickly move to the side and put the plate on the counter so that he can pick it up.

We finish putting everything away in silence and I go sit on the couch as he washes his hands. A few seconds later he joins me and sit on the other side of the couch. Tears pool at my eyes and I sniffle, I can feel his eyes on me, I hear him shift on the couch, so his front was towards me.

“No, I won’t talk about the weather Not with you, we’re not together But I wonder if we’re ever really through 'Cause if we’re talking about whether You and I shouldn’t be together Oh, I know I’ll always be in love with you Oh yes, I know I’ll always be in love with you”

“It hurts so much” I whimper as I wipe away a tear that’s fallen on my cheek. “I don’t know what fucking happened. We didn’t get to talk, we-“

I freeze when I feel him starting to get closer to wipe away more tears that are now falling down my neck. I nuzzle my head into his large hand.

“I’m so sorry, for everything” He says his face in my hair.

“Don’t. It is not your fault. No, the situation was not ideal you having to leave for filming after the initial event, but it is not your fault. I think we just thought we were untouchable.” I say never facing him, my eyes fixed on the stickers stuck on the wooden table.

“But still, if I hadn’t talked about me moving back to L.A we could’ve talked and work things out.”

“Stop it.” I lick my lips attracting his eyes to the area as I turn to really look at him for the first time in months. “Dylan, it is not your fault, we had a weakness, we miscommunicated something got lost in what we told each other. I feel like I might’ve thought I was ready to leave the city to go to L.A but I wasn’t and maybe-“

“Say it again.” He suddenly says, cutting me off in my version of the events.

“What? Say what?”

“Say my name again, please.” His ton is full of hope and desperate at the same time.

I lock eyes with him and chuckle.

“Dylan” I enunciate each syllable.

“God. I missed you” He says, tears filling his eyes.

He grabs me by my waist and pulls me on his lap.

His face nuzzles itself in my neck and I feel a single tear rolling down my neck followed by a few soft kisses.

“I just got used to you not being there and knowing you wouldn’t come back. I didn’t like that.” I mumble against his temple. “Don’t say that. You know I’ll always come back to you.” He takes my hand in his and kiss the silver band around my pointer finger.

We part and I just stare at him, his eyes fall on me with the softest look I have ever seen.

“You almost didn’t come back once” I say softly thinking back on probably the hardest year of my life. My finger tracing the soft and ragged scar on his forehead and nose area, his eyes close at the sensation of my finger going around his face.

“I know. But baby I swear to you, you are stuck with me until the day I die, even then.” “Yeah okay, I’d be cool with that. But I want to take things slow. You have to go back to L.A for a few months.” “As soon as I’m finished over there I’m coming home.” He smiles at me and I stand up quickly from his lap and walk over where I put my stuff when I came in. “Oh my god I forgot.” I say quickly grabbing the object and walking back to him and plopping myself hard on his lap. “What’s that?” He looks at me with a smile. “It’s an impromptu welcome home gift, it might have gone stale a little though.” I give it to him and pull his face to kiss his moles that I missed oh so badly.

He opens the brown bag and puts his hand in and gets out a blueberry muffin.

“Oh Henry! My man” He says as he splits it in two and share half with me.

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The morning after, I wake up at 9:45 in my bed, alone. I squeeze my eyes shut, not believing that I actually dreamt this whole thing. I check my phone to see if I have any messages and only one from Julia saying that she would be at my place around 11. As I text her to bring the boxes back I hear my bedroom door open and a smile stretches on my lips as I turn around to see Dylan walking in with freshly made hot cocoa and buttered toast.

“Oh, you’re too good to me, O’Brien” I smile and lean against him as he sits on the bed. “What makes you think that’s yours? You’ve got the good homemade bread and I fucking missed it” He says taking a bite.

Seeing him bite into the grilled piece of bread I only think of his lips.

“Dylan?” I say grabbing his face in my hand. “Hmm?” He swallows his piece of toast. “What’s up.” “You haven’t kissed me yet. I didn’t get to kiss you welcome back. Please, do it” I say in the most desperate tone I’ve ever heard myself talk. “Anything for you my love” He leans in and kiss me.

(ALSO HIS FUCKING TONGUE OMF)

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motherflippinaliens · 4 years ago

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Max: "Billy's been taking the breakup kinda hard."

Lucas: "Really? Are we taking about the same Billy here? What are you even talking about?"

Max: "Well, he's been listening to Michael Bolton, for one."

*Michael Bolton's How Am I Supposed To Live Without You, blasts from behind his closed door.*

Lucas: ".... Yikes." 😬

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Ooc, I know. But funny nonetheless.

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band--psycho · 4 years ago

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Chibs x Reader-Welcome Home

One day, I’ll be able to go onto my Pinterest board without Gifs inspiring me to write stories..but I don’t think that day’s coming anytime soon..so I hope you all enjoy this💛 // Might do a second part 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“You look shattered, brother,” Tig said, walking over to me as I downed my coffee.

“Aye, I couldn’t sleep,” I answered, placing the cup down on the small table next to me as I leaned against the car, my eyes fixed on the entrance.

“Any reason why that would be?” Juice asked, without even looking I could tell that he had that annoying smile plastered on his face.

“Is it because a certain someone is coming back to town?” Tig taunted as he hit my shoulder lightly.I didn't respond, I just simply ran my hand through my hair as I let out an exhausted sigh. For the past few days, everyone had been like this. Of course it was only in jest, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“Oooo, it’s definitely because Y/ns coming back to town,” Juice continued to tease

“She is my girlfriend, ye know, I’m allowed to be happy she’s coming back,” I pointed out only for a groan to come from both of their mouths as they both rolled their eyes.

“How could we forget, it’s not like you were going on about it for months on end-” Jax drawled, walking into the garage a playful smirk coming across his face as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Even after she said yes to being your girlfriend.”Juice to playfully added, Earning an approving smile from both Tig and Jax.

“Which still makes no sense, she chose you when she could’ve had me,” Tig chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows slightly, but he soon changed his tune when I sent him a warning glare.

“I’m only joking, brother,” He apologised, putting his hands up in surrender, his actions causing all of us to laugh.

“When’s she meant to be here?“ Jax asked once the laughter ceased.

“Any minute now,” as if on cue, a taxi pulled into the car park, a few seconds passed and then I saw her. I knew I’d missed her but I didn’t realise quite how much until I saw her step out of the taxi. Maybe it was the way the scorching California sun was shining on her, maybe it was because of the relaxing holiday she’d had, but she seemed to be glowing.She looked even more beautiful than when she left and I didn’t even think that was possible. All I wanted to do was run up to her, tell her how much I’d missed her and how much I loved her, but for some reason I found myself frozen on the spot. My mouth went dry and I could feel my hands getting slightly clammy, and then it hit me. A small wave of anxiety washed over me as I watched her greet the others who’d eagerly rushed over to welcome her, I never thought I’d be so thankful for the guys swarming towards my girlfriends...but at this moment, I couldn’t be more grateful. I was nervous. Y/n was one of those people that could light up a room, not by doing anything specific, just by being it in. I fell for her as soon as I saw her and I knew it was a longshot asking her to be my girlfriend but I needed to ask her...the thought of not doing it was driving me crazy. So did it and to my surprise, she said yes. I always knew she was out of my league, that’s partly why I was so surprised she said yes to being with me. Her laugh dragged me back to reality, I knew I probably didn’t have a lot of time, so I wiped my hands on my jeans and took a deep breath, a small smirk coming on my face, desperately trying to act calm and confident as I made my way over to her, the rest of the guys moving away as I got closer.

“Hey,” She said, a beaming smile coming across her face as I made my way towards her. I couldn’t trust my voice to say anything, so I just smiled back at her and pulled her into my embrace, pressing a kiss on the side of her head.

“You okay?” She asked, pulling away slightly, the confusion clear in her voice and eyes. I mentally cursed myself for thinking that I would be able to fool her with this act. Acting was not my strong suit and Y/n knew me well enough to know when something wasn’t right. Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for an answer.

“Just..nervous…” I breathed out, momentarily closing my eyes at the admission that left my lips. In all the years I’d been alive, no woman had ever made me feel so nervous yet so excited at the same time.

“Nervous?” She questioned, her eyes looking even more confused than before.

“Aye, just the effect ye have on me love, make me feel like a fuckin’ teenager again,” at my words a small chuckle left her gorgeous lips before a small smirk came across them.

“Now you know how I feel everytime I see you,” She giggled, a sound that I hadn’t realised I’d missed so much until now.

“Welcome home, mo ghra,” I muttered before crashing my lips onto hers. Within seconds her soft lips molded onto mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck, lightly tugging on my hair. It felt like we were the only two people in the world in that moment, not that that feeling lasted long of course. Cheers and applause from the guys behind me brought me back to reality, making me pull away from the kiss and causing Y/n to let out another chuckle, her tints growing a deeper shade of red with every second that passed.

“C’mon, I wanna welcome ye back properly,” I whispered, placing another quick kiss on her lips before grabbing her hand lightly and leading her towards the clubhouse.

“Do we not get to see the show?!” Tig shouted as I opened the door for Y/n, I simply rolled my eyes at his remark, shaking my head at him as I turned round to him with my middle finger raised before following Y/n into the clubhouse. As soon as I shut the door behind us, her lips were on mine again. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I headed towards the bedroom, my lips not leaving hers for a second, ready to welcome her home the way she deserved.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 years ago

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Verboten - Chapter Four.

It’s lovely to see a couple of you excited for this, and I thank you eternally for your interest as well.

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Visuals - The Verboten cast of characters post

Words - 3,911

Warnings - Angst, longing

Tag list - In the comments! To be added/removed, please DM me :)

Chapter playlist - AC/DC - Thunderstruck

“So, then I told this woman, excuse me, but no. I was here first, I’m getting the damn bag and yes, honey, I will fight you for it. Zoey? Hey, Zoey?”

The click of Paris’s fingers in front of her face and the flash of dark red acrylic in her eyeline roused Zoey from her catatonic state, back in dreamland, or alternate reality, as she’d begun to refer to it as. In her adventures in AU today, she was dreaming about sitting on Tyler’s face, wearing nothing but the high heeled Louboutin shoes she currently had upon her tired, aching feet.

She much preferred trainers, but never underestimated the statement a power shoe made. Plus, she’d saved for months to buy the patent stilettoes with the six-inch heels. Six-inch heels to go with the nine-inch cock she kept on remembering, taking a peek at the photo every so often, usually when she masturbated. There’d been no further messages, though.

If she had her way, there wouldn’t be any more either, although it was a hard urge to fight, to send him something naughty and enjoy a little back and forth play with him. That’s all it was, just playing, talking of what would be, AR wise. Well, singular. It had only happened once and no matter how turned-on sexting with a man she shouldn’t have had left her, she knew it was wrong. Still, it did little to curb the daydreaming.

“Sorry, sweetie. So, is that the bag there?”

Paris was incredulous through her mouthful of sashimi. “Yes! Blimey, you really are away with the fairies, aren’t you? What is it, work stuff? You should have said if it was an inconvenience, getting away. I would have just grabbed some takeout trays on my way and come to you.”

“No, really, it’s fine. It did me some good to get out for a bit. Sorry, you have my full attention again now. So, this was the last of them, huh?” Looking at the beautiful, black calfskin bag in more detail, Zoey felt herself drooling a little. It was from a boutique there in the city, by a local designer, Amelie Shaw. Her bags were so sought after, they fetched the same prices as more well-known haute couture, the one Paris had scored well over five grand in price. Her own? Three hundred bucks from a leather craft exhibition she’d visited with Cait a few months ago. She liked nice things, but didn’t need to be designer fancy from head to toe. Her shoes were enough today.

“It was, but I didn’t leave there without getting a little gift for you!” Pulling out the small, flash gift bag, she waved it from side to side with a grin.

“Oh, Paris no! You didn’t have to!”

“You’re my best friend and I wanted to! Open it, open it!” Within the swathes of peach tissue paper, wrapped in a little white ribbon, was a beautiful, dark purple card wallet that exactly matched the colour of her bag. The smell of the leather was intoxicating, the designer's emblem embossed just below the elegant brass clasp.

“It’s absolutely beautiful, thank you so much! I shudder to think what it cost!”

“Eh, I’m gonna let Daniel faint when he gets the credit card statement. Heck, it’s my money too and you’re worth it!” Paris was so generous, she always had been, loving to spoil people. She often said it was in lieu of being able to have children, she and Daniel unable to conceive and currently, looking into adopting from China, where their parents were originally from.

Zoey couldn’t identify with the hardship of longing for children since she didn’t want any of her own, but she was always there to sympathise with Paris’s plight. “Well, lunch is on me and I won’t hear of any arguments either!”

“Just to try and stop me, this place is pricey!” Zoey laughed, shaking her head while picking up salmon skin roll and giving it a liberal dunking into the small pot of sushi vinegar. “Anyway, you were really far away just then. Something on your mind?”

Shaking her head, she attempted to sweep it under the rug. “No, nothing.” Paris was far from fooled.

“I remain unconvinced by your denial. You went all glazed, you always do when thoughtful.” Paris would know, they’d been friends since they were eleven, after all.

“I’m just anxious about the next meeting I have, it’s with a fella who seems more convinced in telling me how he’ll spend his money than letting me advise him accordingly over how to invest it and where.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Kenneth Evans was difficult, to say the least. Zoey never relished in putting her proposed plans to him, but the fact he continued to insist she tweak them did keep her in sushi money.

“Ahh, mansplainer?”

“Oh yeah, hugely!” She confirmed, asking the passing waitress to bring them the bill.

Phew, she’d bought it, because there was no way in hell that Zoey was going to tell her about the...whatever the hell it was she’d slipped into with Tyler. Was it a flirtation? She guessed not, really. Flirtations were a lot more innocent than telling your sister’s husband in as many words how much you wanted to slow ride his huge cock.

Oh, there she went, imagining it again, her astride him, stroking his short beard while staring at him intently, rolling her hips back and forth, squeezing on him as he ran his big, powerful hands up and down her back and his...

“Zoey! Jesus, girl.”

“What? Oh, sorry!” Taking out her small purse, she rooted around for her bank card, telling the girl waiting with the payment machine to put on an extra twenty-five dollars as a tip for herself, sliding the card into the slot. “Are we still on for Saturday?”

“Just you try and stop me!” With that, they exchanged a hug and kiss and went their separate ways, both looking forward to a night out, just the two of them in three days from then. Zoey just had to stop her ridiculous daydreaming in that time. Hell, maybe she’d meet a guy while out with Paris and be distracted away from the man she couldn’t have by a new focus for her lust.

By Saturday night, she’d managed pretty well too in seeming to forget about Tyler, sheer busyness alone with work leading to the kind of exhaustion that didn’t go hand in hand with late night thoughts or daytime zoning out. Whenever she wasn’t working, she was either on the treadmill working off her penchant for pasta, or asleep. However, come Saturday night as she walked from the train down the street to the wine bar she was meeting Paris at, back he came into her consciousness after she received a text message from him.

‘You look absolutely stunning.’

Stopping, she looked around, turning to see a police vehicle parked up on the other side of the quiet street flash its headlights, Tyler at the wheel. “Ahh, fuck. Just when I was beginning to forget.” She muttered, changing her direction and heading over to him.

“I’m gonna have to see a license for those legs, miss.”

“Very funny.”

“It wasn’t meant to be funny. Seriously, you look amazing. Get in.”

“Are you sure both of us being in a confined space together is wise right now?”

The little flicker that flashed through his ridiculously azure blue eyes, coupled with the fact that he was obviously in uniform (a huge turn on for her) made her knees weak and her heart begin to race. “Safest place we can be together. I’m not about to dive on you while I’m on duty in a squad car.”

‘So, that’s the only thing holding you back right now?’ Making her way around to the passenger side, she climbed in, turning to face him with small smile. “So, how you doing?”

“Still in the spare room.” Fuck, that wasn’t good. “Has she mentioned anything to you or the others?”

“No, she hasn’t, Then again, I haven’t seen her since Cait’s birthday.”

“Fun night, wasn’t it?” His wink alluded more to the part that came after the birthday celebrations.

“Tyler,” she warned gently. Still though, her heart continued to hammer so loudly, she’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it.

He sighed, shifting slightly in his seat. “I know, I know. Still though, you should know that I can’t remember the last time I was that aroused. That includes when I’ve actually been having sex, from the little I remember of that.”

“We can’t...I...” She floundered, feeling uncomfortable, the juxtapose of the situation crashing within.

“I know that, too. Sorry if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. I guess we ought to at least try and go back to normal.”

“Just keep thinking of my sister instead of me. Come on, we had a bit of illicit fun, probably took things a step too far, but remained on the side of redemption. We can turn this around and go back to normal. We can.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck. Ain’t gonna be easy, though. Every time I look at those texts, my dick hits my belly button. I enjoyed it way too much. Well, I guess we just have to leave things in the alternate reality. That’s it, done with. Back to normal.” To Zoey, he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

“I think deleting those texts might be the best action. I’ll do the same, too, although I don’t really want to,” she replied honestly, biting her lip in a way that made Tyler’s insides tremble. Fuck, she was so sexy.

“No?”

“Nope. That cock. Wow.” He snorted with laughter, gripping the steering wheel and butting his head off his hands a few times with a groan.

“Feels even better than it looks, so I’m told.”

“Oh god, we have to behave ourselves! Because now you’ve got me thinking about it all over again! We went for ten years without a flicker of anything like this and now, over the space of two weeks, we can’t control ourselves?” She made a very valid point, he guessed. Self-control was what they were both lacking.

“If I’m honest, I’ve always thought you were gorgeous. It’s just until two weeks ago, I didn’t want to dive on you. That’s the thing about when you light a fire, I guess. Sometimes you have no choice but to let it burn out by itself.” Was he implying that they just continue this...whatever it was, until it was out of their systems? Was it an insinuation that he wanted more? At the moment, they were like Icarus, flying much too close to the sun. Would letting it blaze them entirely finally relieve a little of the tension?

Could she live with herself, having sex with her sister’s husband just to get it out of her system and move on, because it was too difficult to resist him? ‘Of course you bloody can, woman! For Christ sakes, stop being so selfish and thinking with your damn vagina!’

It didn’t matter, though, how much she chastised herself, how her internal monologue screamed at her how it was wrong, she still found herself there, a silent moment stretching out, the tension growing palpable between them, with her face nearing his once again. To kiss him again, it was all she wanted, to feel that fire, singe her wings, satiate her craving for him.

His hand swept into her hair, his breath fluttering her cheek, both about to give in to it, the crippling desire, the magnetism, the heat. Just one kiss...

“30434, what’s your current location? Over.” Saved by the radio.

“30434, Park Street West, over.” Looking at her, he smiled, reaching to stroke her cheek with his thumb. While he received instruction, she winked and mouthed ‘bye’, Tyler returning the same before she got out, her loins fizzing. She turned to see his car hurtle up the street a few seconds later, lights flashing and siren on. God, the whole man in uniform thing. How it killed her. Nothing sexier than a gorgeous policeman.

“Did you run? You’re flushed,” Paris observed, standing to kiss her before taking the beautiful bottle of Chilean Pinot Grigio from the ice bucket and pouring out a glass for her late coming friend.

“No, and sorry I’m a few minutes late. Cheers.” Picking up her glass, she toasted Paris, mindful to acknowledge she was ten minutes later than their agreed time, her bestie a stickler for punctuality. Then, and without pause, she lifted the large glass to her lips and promptly sank it in three gulps.

“Easy, easy!” Paris exclaimed, her eyes wide. “That’s a lovely Pinot there, you could at least have appreciated the bouquet before you necked it like a thirsty racehorse!”

“I appreciated the alcohol, believe me. Crikey.” Zoey sighed, feeling better.

“Bad day?”

“Something like that.”

Those three words were met with an eye roll, Zoey finally jostling around the table of businessmen to their left, the smell of machismo confidence and Paco Rabanne heavy in the air as she placed herself down next to Paris on the pew style seating in their little section. Religion was their favourite wine bar, built within an abandoned church, the original pews used to flank the sides of the room itself, but with slightly comfier padding added to the seat itself. “You know I don’t like it when you’re cryptic.”

Taking a deep breath, Zoey knew that her off behaviour would continue to send alert signals to the Paris radar, as she lovingly referred to it as. Her best friend was sharp as a tack in noticing anything even slightly out of place with her, mood wise. Litigators always were.

“I think I’m in trouble,” she began, Paris immediately cutting in.

“Trouble? Trouble how? Legal? Pregnancy? Financial, what?”

“Man trouble,” she confirmed, refilling her empty glass and catching the attention of a passing member of staff to bring another bottle over to them. She loved table service.

At hearing that her woes were male oriented, Paris’s eyes lit up. “Ooooh, juiciness!” She had no idea of the half of it.

“Yes, it is, but not in the way you’re thinking. You see the thing is, I...”

Paris made a gesture with her hand that indicated she should speed up her getting to the point. “Verbally procrastinating!”

“He’s married.” Immediately, her friend threw her earlier words about bouquet appreciation to the wind and drained her glass.

“You’re having an affair?”

“No, no nothing like that. Well, it’s kind of like that. There’s been some...well see this is where it gets complicated. Apart from one kiss, one very hot sexting session and one other near kiss, we haven’t done anything, and we can’t either,” she explained, Paris looking like she was missing something.

“Okay, so then if you can’t do anything, then why don’t you just stop seeing him and letting these things happen?”

Taking a deep breath, Zoey came out with it. “Because it’s Tyler.”

“I will need four shots of Absolut Mandrin as well please.” Paris spoke to the server who brought their fresh bottle of wine, the girl nodding before she turned back to the bar. “Zoey...you...you and hot copper? But...”

“I know.”

“Ella!”

“I know!”

“Married for ten years!”

“Yes!”

“Three lovely kids!”

“I know!”

“Zoey!!”

The shots couldn’t have arrived at a better time, Paris sinking her two and gesturing to the others. “Drink them quickly, because after what you’ve just told me, if you leave it any longer than five seconds, I’ll be putting them away too.” Doing as instructed, Zoey lifted the first glass to her lips, pouring the Russian rocket fuel down her throat, the second following.

“So, how did it even start? I mean, you two are like bros! You do dude things like take the kids camping together since Ella hates the great outdoors. How can you go from that to sexting?” Going back to Ella’s birthday celebrations, Zoey explained it all, the admission from him that his marriage was on shaky ground where affection and physicality were concerned, his feeling of being constantly rejected, the silly flirting, the very serious, very hot moment in the hallway, everything that had gone on in two weeks, leading up to that night, nearly kissing him in the squad car.

“Well, that man in a uniform, I can’t blame you for being weak, but I will if you bloody carry on! It doesn’t matter that he’s on rocky ground in his marriage, that doesn’t make it right, Zoey, just in case you’re using that as justification over continuing with this little flirtation. Well, not that you can call it that, because it sounds like you’re both holding onto the urge not to bang each other with some very flimsy resolve.”

“Yes, I agree with everything you just said,” Zoey replied, lamentation clear in her voice.

“But you really don’t want to, do you?” Correct.

“No. I want him. I want him all over me and I want him so badly it’s driving me to distraction. When we met for lunch on Thursday and I kept spacing out, that was because of him. It’s getting so bad now that not even thinking how much it’d break Ella’s heart is working as a deterrent. The selfish bitch in me just keeps thinking that if she doesn’t want him sexually, then I’ll have him. I mean, how rotten is that of me!” That’s when Paris saw it, that truly, it was something tearing her up inside because of course, he was her sister’s husband.

“That’s forbidden desire for you, baby. It’s like the old cartoons where the protagonist is wrestling with a moral dilemma. You’ve got an angel on that shoulder and a devil on the other.” Tapping her shoulders, she then picked up her wine and finished the glass, quick to top them both up. “It’s who you listen to more that’s important. But hear this, lady. No man is worth wrecking the bond you have with your sister over.”

Zoey nodded, knowing she was right. “Not even one time, just to get it out of our systems?”

“Mate, if you’re lusting after each other this badly after one kiss and one sexting session, one fuck ain’t gonna do it. You’ll be opening Pandora’s box, or rather Zoey’s box.” She couldn’t help but snort at Paris’s analogy. “But you know what I mean. Once you fuck him, are you really going to be content in never doing it again? Will your conscience ever truly stop kicking you too, for betraying your sister?”

She was right, everything she said made sense, Zoey confirming as much. “I have to try harder, don’t I?”

“Yes! I mean, it can’t be easy since you’re all in each other’s lives so much with how tight knit your family is, but that’s what you have to remember, the lovely little family you have and how pursuing anything with Tyler would blow all of that apart. She’d find out, you know. They always do,” Paris warned, a warning that in time to come, Zoey would wish she’d heeded a little better.

“Well, we don’t have anything social planned together for a while. Not until we’re due to take the kids camping in six weeks, actually. I might have to abandon that plan.” Paris agreed that it would likely be best. Unburdened from her dark secret, Zoey actually felt a little better and together, the friends had a lovely night out.

“Here, ladies. Let me walk you to your taxi under this,” the friendly doorman offered at closing time, ushering them under the huge, black golfing umbrella he held. “That storm is coming in a few hours earlier than planned!”

There’d been a severe weather warning set in place for much of the east of Queensland beginning Saturday lunchtime, with Brisbane right in the firing line of the huge storm weathermen were predicted could last for anything up to two days in total with little respite. With the rain tumbling from the sky with the ferocity it was, it seemed it might be arriving a little sooner.

Indeed, by 8am the following morning, the news broadcaster was advising people to stay indoors, Zoey watching the lightning forking the sky, the trees all beginning to bend in the hostile winds blowing through the city.

“Blimey!” she exclaimed, watching a car attempting to get down the street go sideways for a few moments before continuing on its path. She was glad she had no plans, nowhere to go and a kitchen full of food not dependent on whether the power went out, as it sometimes did. It was while she was foraging for some of said food that her phone began to ring. Her heart leapt in her chest when she saw it was Tyler.

“Hey, sorry to bother you early, but I’m in a bit of a jam,” he spoke, the wind howling all around him before suddenly going quiet. He’d just gotten into his truck, she recognised the squeak on the hinge when the door closed.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I can’t get home with this bloody storm, it’s too risky, fuckin’ cars skating all over the highway, so I need somewhere safe to be. Any chance I can come to yours until it passes? I’d ask Cait, believe me, but she’s too far out and it’s like the end of days out here. Shit the fuckin’ bed! A wheelie bin just landed on a squad car, fuck!” he exclaimed, explaining the scene in front of him as he started the engine. “I know things are weird right now, but I wouldn’t ask unless I wasn’t really stuck.”

She didn’t have a choice, really, but hated herself for feeling a little sliver of excitement. “Okay, come over. Be careful, though.”

“Will do. See you in a bit.” Putting down her phone, she folded her arms in front of her on the polished, smooth black counter in her kitchen, collapsing down and promptly screaming. “What am I doing? What...okay so he could get really hurt out there, and he’s family and I have to help him out, but...I need to staple my goddamn flaps shut, make a chastity belt, put a mouse trap into my pants, something, anything to stop us being stupid!”

She raided the cupboard and made herself a quick sandwich of fried egg and sriracha sauce (her favourite breakfast ever) before washing up and putting a load of laundry into the machine, about to go and grab the towels from the bathroom, but stopping on the way when she realised the state of her carpets. Vacuum first. Not that Tyler gave a shit, but she was lazy with housework (nothing like what he was used to with Ella) and realised that in a situation where power might be lost, then it was better to get it done.

She was just putting the vacuum away again in the hallway cupboard when a knock came at her apartment door, sending her heart into her throat. Upon opening it, she could have passed out on the spot.

“Sorry, I think I’m about to get your floor wet.” A soaked to the skin Tyler said, smiling crookedly in an apologetic manner.

‘That isn’t the only thing.’ She thought, letting him in.

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