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fluentmoviequoter · 5 months

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Cop Meet Cop

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader ; platonic Deacon Kay x reader

Summary: When your best friend, Deacon Kay, finds out that you're dating a cop, he wants to know everything. Introducing him to Tim Bradford is easier said than done.

Warnings: fluff! Tim's a little grumpy but we love him. cop show inception

Word Count: 2.6k+ words

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Deacon yells your name before you even see him. S.W.A.T. HQ has become your home away from home, and your home away from Deacon’s home. As you walk in today, you’re greeted by Deacon’s excited greeting and a tight hug.

“It’s been too long,” Deacon says as he steps back.

“I saw you yesterday,” you remind him.

Deacon rolls his eyes before asking, “Is it wrong to miss my best friend?”

Your eyes widen as your smile grows, and Deacon regrets reminding you that you’re his best friend. You know, of course, he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember, but you like hearing the acknowledgement in his own words.

“Adopted Kay,” Hondo greets when he sees you.

“Still funny,” you deadpan.

Since Hondo found out you and Deacon grew up next door to each other and have been inseparable since you could walk, he’s taken to referring to you as Deacon’s adopted sister, or his preferred sister from another mister. You don’t mind; Deacon is the best “brother” you’ve ever had (including any blood relatives you may or may not have).

“You ask her yet, Deac?” Hondo inquires.

“Ask me what?” you interject.

“The mayor is treating all of us and our families to dinner at La Boucherie,” Deacon explains. “You’re family, so I wanted to extend the invitation to you.”

“That’s thousands of dollars for that many people!”

“Why you should go when it’s free,” Hondo says with a smile and a shrug.

“When is it?” you ask Deacon.

“Next Friday,” he and Hondo answer.

You purse your lips as you think. Next Friday, you have plans with your boyfriend. The boyfriend that Deacon knows nothing about.

“I actually have a date next Friday,” you admit slowly. “Maybe we could reschedule.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Hondo interrupts, raising his hands toward you.

“A what?” Deacon yells.

“I was going to tell you,” you promise.

“This doesn’t seem like my business, so I’m gonna go,” Hondo says. He stops by your shoulder with his back to Deacon to whisper, “Fill me in later.”

You push him away before looking at Deacon. The apology in your eyes is enough to calm him, but innumerable questions are running through his mind.

“How long?” he asks first.

“A few months.” Deacon takes a deep breath, wondering why you didn’t tell him sooner. “How’d you meet?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble.

“More embarrassing than when you fell off my bike because you weren’t tall enough to reach the pedals?”

“Why would you bring that up? Deacon, look, I trust you, don’t doubt that. I was worried that the relationship wouldn’t work out; he’s so different than anyone I have ever dated. If it fell apart after a few dates, I didn’t want to… push it on you or anything, I guess.”

“I am here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you. We-“

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to interrogate you. My house after work.”

“Okay. Be careful today, Deac.”

“What’s his name?”

“Whose name?” you ask as you walk away.

Deacon grumbles as you round the corner. He has a lot of information to find out tonight, and he hopes you’re more forthcoming in private. It’s been a while since he scared away a guy who wasn’t good enough for you, and he hasn’t had to deal with Lila dating yet, but S.W.A.T. operations and defending your honor can’t be that different.

After you leave Deacon, your phone buzzes with a text from the man you were just talking about. You smile as you read the short message but turn down his invitation to hang out later. As you pass a police cruiser on your way to your car, you have an idea. Maybe asking your boyfriend to meet Deacon would make everything easier. Hopefully it ends differently than junior prom.

Your afternoon flies by in a storm of nervousness and excitement. If Deacon expresses any interest in meeting your boyfriend, you will jump on the opportunity. Although, you know it will take some convincing to get your boyfriend to agree. You’re imagining his reaction as you knock on Deacon’s door, lost in thought.

“Lose your key?” Deacon asks as he opens the door.

Annie waves from the kitchen, and you give her a quick hug. Deacon shakes his head at your blatant betrayal and favoritism, and Annie reminds him that she doesn’t bring up past embarrassments and injuries like Deacon does.

“That’s what friends do,” he argues.

“Best friends, right, Deac?” you ask, batting your lashes.

“Did she tell you about her boyfriend?” Deacon asks Annie.

“Boyfriend?! Since when?” Annie turns to you with wide eyes, and you glare at Deacon across the countertop.

“Start asking questions,” you say with a sigh.

“What’s his name?” Deacon repeats.

“How’d you meet?” Annie asks.

“Um, he’s a cop,” you explain. “And we met while he was on patrol.”

Deacon falls silent as he considers every cop he has ever met. You don’t know half of them, at the least, yet Deacon still runs through a mental list. His search for one worthy of your time or attention comes up empty. While he thinks, Annie continues asking you questions.

“No, he’s not on patrol anymore,” you say to Annie. It snaps Deacon out of his thoughts as he realizes he’s analyzing the wrong officers.

“If he’s not patrol,” Deacon begins before trailing off.

“Metro Sergeant,” you say softly.

“Metro. Metro?” Deacon repeats. “Not at our station.”

“What makes you so sure?” you challenge.

“Because I know you, and you wouldn’t go for any of them.”

“David,” Annie chides.

“No, he’s right,” you admit. “He works at a different station, in a different division. But, if you want to meet him, I can ask.”

“Of course, I want to meet him! You’re not giving me answers and I need to vet him.”

“You’re talking like a cop.”

“You’re dating a cop!”

“Look, Deacon, my boyfriend is… he can be hesitant and standoffish. I’ll ask, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll agree.”

“They’re both police officers, so at least they’ll have something to bond over other than you,” Annie whispers as Deacon leans against the counter.

“If I don’t like him,” Deacon begins.

“You don’t like anyone I date.”

“If I don’t like him or he’s not good enough for you, I will tell you.”

“I know. You care, even if you show it by bringing up the time I asked to hold your keys to feel more grown up.”

“That’s adorable,” Annie murmurs.

“Ask him, please,” Deacon requests. “And let me know what he says. As long as you’re happy, I’ll give him a chance.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After your conversation with Deacon and Annie, you try to find the perfect opportunity to ask Tim. If he says no, you’ll just tell Deacon the truth. But then Deacon will get suspicious and will try to… You close your eyes and take a deep breath to keep your thoughts from spiraling.

When you open your eyes, you blink quickly at the sight before you. Your boyfriend is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He raises his brows, and you know it’s his invitation for you to speak.

“Hi, Tim,” you say.

“No.”

You nod and interlace your fingers together before tapping your joined hands against your chin. Tim tilts his head to the side as he tries to decipher what is making you nervous.

“Do you want to come to my house for dinner this weekend?” you ask.

“Not until you tell me why.”

“Tim,” you groan. “Okay, just let me tell you all of it before you say no, okay?”

Tim nods once and you step closer to him.

“I want you to meet my best friend, and I thought having you both over for dinner would be the best chance to do that. He, um, my friend is a S.W.A.T. sergeant in the LAPD.”

“Is that all?” Tim asks.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think-“

“Look, he’s been my best friend for my entire life. We grew up next door to each other and have stayed friends for all these years, so he means a lot to me. And I know you’ve met a ton of S.W.A.T. officers and some of them are really stuck up, but you haven’t met him. Please just think about meeting my friend, not another cop, before you decide.”

Your plea was intended to convince Tim, but it only makes him more hesitant. His concerns don’t come from your friend being in law enforcement, but from the idea that it is a man who knows you and what you deserve very well. Probably knows you better than Tim does. Plus, Tim is not a fan of socializing and making more friends, for the most part.

“If you don’t want to, I get it,” you add.

It only takes another moment for you to wear Tim down; you murmur, “Please?”

“Fine. Tell me when,” he agrees with a sigh.

You bounce in place before throwing your arms over Tim’s shoulders to hug him. He sighs again before pulling you close and kissing your forehead.

“I promise it will be fun,” you say.

Tim raises his brows, and you take it as a challenge.

✯✯✯✯✯

On the day of your dinner with Tim and Deacon, you spend the day at home. You clean, cook, and do anything else you can think of to keep your mind off how the evening could go wrong. Being nervous that they won’t get along isn’t a completely unfounded idea, but you don’t know why it is bothering you. As dinner is nearing completion, someone opens your door, and because both men have keys, you’re not sure who it is until Deacon says your name.

“Kitchen,” you call.

Deacon steps in with a dish in his hands. He sets it down and you recognize it as Annie’s baking and your favorite dessert.

“Oh, thank you! And thank Annie!” you say before hugging Deacon.

“Sorry I’m early, I got off work after a call and wanted to see if you need any help,” he explains.

“No apologies necessary. If you can check the pot on the stove, I’m going to grab something from the pantry, and I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.”

When you return, Deacon is looking at you with a smile.

“What?” you ask, running your hands over your outfit to remove any nonexistent wrinkles.

“I know you said I’ve never met the boyfriend, but are you sure?” Deacon asks.

You don’t have a chance to answer before someone knocks. Tim usually lets himself in, but you’re sure the sight of another car parked outside is what deterred him. As you walk to the door, you take a deep breath and hope for a nice evening.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hey,” Tim replies with a smile. “These are for you.”

He passes you a bouquet of flowers wrapped in cellophane and a gift bag before he closes the door behind him. You run a finger over one of the petals and smile.

“What is this?” you ask while looking at the bag. “A bribe?”

Tim’s lips quirk up as he murmurs, “Something like that.”

“Alright, uh, come on in.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Tim whispers.

He lays a hand on your back, and it helps to calm your nerves, at least until you see Deacon standing by the table and watching you.

“Deacon, this is my boyfriend, Tim Bradford. Tim, this is my best friend, Deacon Kay,” you introduce.

Tim removes his hand from your back to shake Deacon’s hand, and you watch them nervously. You invite them to take seats and you move into the kitchen to gather a few items. The quiet is unsettling, and you need to do something to eliminate the awkwardness.

“Deacon asked how we met,” you say as you lower into the chair between them. “I was out walking one night, and this guy was following me. After making a bunch of random turns and going in a circle, he was still behind me, so I called the police. Tim was the responding officer.”

“Who was the guy?” Deacon asks.

You look at Tim, who shakes his head before answering, “He and his teenage daughter live around here and were out for a walk together. He was distracted looking at his phone and answering work emails and ended up following the wrong woman around the neighborhood.”

Deacon shakes his head and smiles. “I tell her all the time that her youthful good looks are going to get her in trouble.”

“Oh, no, it gets better,” Tim continues. “When he did see her while we were questioning him, he asked her out!”

Deacon tilts his head back and laughs, while Tim chuckles, and though it’s at your expense, you’re glad they’re able to laugh about something together. You notice Tim glance between you and Deacon a few times; unknown to you, he’s wondering if you ever had a thing for your neighbor and best friend, Deacon.

“I’m glad the most frightening event of my life is so humorous,” you joke.

“Hey, that’s not even the weirdest call I had that month,” Tim offers.

“It’s not just me, right?” Deacon asks. “People are getting crazier?”

“Oh, absolutely. My last boot and I got called to a psychic studio in Hollywood, and the girl admitted she was making stuff up, but revealed the location of a missing person. She was more concerned with the condition of her $900 crystal ball and flirting with me though.”

“Hollywood calls are always more interesting,” Deacon agrees. “We raided an illegal poker club and everyone inside was dressed as assassinated presidents and their widows. Bloody clothes and all.”

“Oh, that beats anything I’ve got,” Tim concedes. “Metro doesn’t get as many calls as patrol cops, but I know they’re going to be good.”

You lean back in your seat and smile, glad to see the most important men in your life getting along. They start talking about how anyone will flirt with cops to get out of trouble, and you chuckle at their excited discussion of the weirdest things people have said.

“Luckily, your friend over here didn’t flirt with me until after,” Tim says. He winks at you as you roll your eyes.

“You asked me out,” you remind him.

“Not my fault you’re cute,” Tim murmurs.

“Oh, you think she’s cute when she’s being followed. Have you seen her when she-“

You cover your ears and look down, regretting bringing them into your house at the same time. Deacon reminding you of your worst moments is one thing, but telling your boyfriend is different. They’re both lucky you love them. Tim wraps his fingers around your arm to pull your hand away from your hand, while Deacon does the same with the other.

“All good things,” Deacon promises.

“I’m going to tell Annie that you’re being mean to me,” you threaten. Tim fails to conceal his smile, and you add, “And Angela.”

“I’m not apologizing,” Tim responds.

“Doesn’t do much good anyway,” Deacon adds.

“Why did I agree to this?” you ask yourself.

“Because you thought we could bond over being cops. You were wrong, we’re going to bond over you.”

“Careful,” Tim warns. “She won’t invite you to the wedding.”

You look up quickly, your eyes wide as they search Tim’s face. He and Deacon begin laughing at your reaction, and you stand silently before walking to the kitchen. Annie’s dessert will be your only source of comfort it seems; more so when Deacon and Tim walk in with half-hearted apologies. You love them, you remind yourself. When Deacon hugs you before leaving, and Tim pulls you into a kiss after, you forget all about the previous teasing.

“Wait,” you say, pushing Tim back. “What’s in the bag?”

“It’s a picture of Kojo. A failsafe apology if dinner didn’t go well.”

You smile before kissing Tim again. Everyone knows that this dinner wasn’t the last, and when you get a text from Annie asking how it went, you invite her to the next one.

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bambi-slxt · 5 months

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🤍𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 1.2k

genre/tropes: second chance, romance, lovers to strangers to...?

warnings: smut, gaslighting, dumbification, slight degredation if you squint, nothing super hardcore.

pt two pt three

notes from bambi: this story starts off with chris and fmc as children - the smut does not happen here. obviously. enjoy!

I should have known the love of my life wouldn’t be someone who smacked me on the head with a meter stick, but I was thirteen and Christopher Sturniolo was cute. What was I supposed to do?

With science class almost over, students lined up at the door and ready to leave, Chris decided to enact his genius plan. He didn’t hit me hard, just enough to get my attention, and it worked–I turned to face him, shocked and a little curious. Above my head, the wooden stick, behind me in line, Christopher Sturniolo, though I wouldn’t learn his name until the next day.

I reached for the nefarious weapon and he tilted it upward, just out of reach. A game. I liked games. I batted the air as a grin spread across his lips, still keeping his makeshift flirtation device out of my hands. A laugh escaped me and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

I thought about that interaction for the rest of the day–what did it all mean? The minds of the male species is almost incalculable in regards to flirtation, especially in middle school. But god, he managed to be the cutest kid around with that curly brown hair, with his uneven teeth that added such charm to his smile, his playful nature, and oh, his confidence–I practically ran to science the next day.

“‘M Chris,” he said, sitting behind me at the next table over.

“You hit me yesterday,” I replied with a faux pout.

“Had to get your attention somehow.” He hung one arm over the back of his chair and looked up at me through devastatingly long lashes. “Did I hurt ya?”

I sniffed. “No. Could have said my name like a civilized creature.”

“What is your name?” Chris asked smoothly–I walked into that one.

I told him and he tasted it on his tongue for a moment. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured and reached out to shake my hand.

I pulled my ruler out of my pencil bag and handed it to him instead. “For the next time you need my attention.” His jaw dropped and his eyes got that sparkle again. Turning back around, I felt my stomach drop into a flurry of butterflies. By the end of class, I had his number, and before the week was out, I began to sit with him, his brothers, and his friends at lunch.

Our relationship progressed quickly, as most in middle school tend to, and he asked me to be his girlfriend three weeks later.

I remember sneaking my phone into bed with me so we could call at night. He used to make me laugh so hard I thought for sure I’d wake my parents up. I remember going to the library with him so I could read and he could get out of class and nap on the beanbags (or give me my first kiss behind a bookshelf and a dandelion he found outside). I remember helping him in science when the formulas didn’t make sense or when he got tripped up on food webs. I remember cheering for him at Friday pep rallies when he would run out into the gym with his team, and later that night while I wore his jersey number at his game. I remember all of it.

We stayed together for three years, Chris and I. His brothers and I hung out all the time. I became a regular at the Sturniolo house, dog-sitting Trevor on the off-chance that no one was home, spending weekends at the beach house, learning how to play Mario Kart from Justin, helping Mary Lou make dinner, Jimmy even taught me how to swing a golf club (or rather, he did his absolute best and demonstrated the patience of a saint–I didn’t learn shit, golf is hard).

I got my driver’s license a month and three days before Matt, which meant that for a month and two days, I held the illustrious title of Triplets + Nate’s chauffeur. An utterly thankless job, if you had asked me at the time, though now I would give anything to drive the boys around again. Chris broke up with me the day before Matt’s drivers test. I never found out if he did it then on purpose or not.

It took me a while to feel upset about it, if I’m being honest. We felt that we wanted different things in life, and that was all there was to it. I hugged him before I left class and he hugged me right back before we split down the hallway. The rest of that school year I was plagued from all sides about our relationship–”Why did you and Chris break up?”, “Did he cheat? Did you cheat?”, “What did he do to you?”, and the worst, “I bet you wanted one of his brothers instead.” Chris took a lot of heat for it as well and as a result, we stayed apart for a long time.

We didn’t speak again until the summer before senior year. My life changed twelve times over between our last hug and the night he called me again. I’d had birthdays (my 18th was quite the event, my friends and I made friendship bracelets and stayed up until 2am), wonderful opportunities (substantial scholarships to our local college, all in my degree), terrible losses (I spent a week in a hospital for a rather severe injury), and had all but moved on. I felt like he made a mistake of some kind by dialing my cell–surely an accident on his part.

I sat in my room with a towel on my head and a bag of snacks in my lap. “No one told you life was gonna be this wayyy…” I hummed, crunching on a pretzel. “Oh my god, moisturizer.” I shoved the bag aside and reached for my bottle of lotion–I should have done this an hour ago. Spreading the sweet-smelling cream over my leg, I didn’t hear the buzz of my phone the first time. I didn’t even hear it the second time. It wasn’t until Joey Tribbiani plopped himself onto the couch in Central Perk on the TV and I opened the bottle cap over my shoulder that the vibrating device touched my skin and I must have cleared three feet of air between myself and the mattress. Lotion went flying, my remote fell into the abyss, my hair tumbled out of its now-disheveled towel, and I sat panting, poised to strike, staring at the screen.

Incoming call from: Christopher Sturniolo

Why? What does he want? I didn’t move as his name scrolled slowly across the top of my phone. If I let it go to voicemail, maybe he wouldn’t call back, and it would just be an accident. My phone ceased its’ buzzing and I picked it up with shaking hands, pausing my TV. Another vibration–a voicemail. Tapping on the notification, I held it up to my ear and Chris’s voice flowed over me.

“Hey…I’m sorry to call like this, I know it’s late but, um…can we talk?” He paused, his breath crackling through time and space and the 3.7 miles that lay between our houses. “I didn’t know who else to call. You don’t have to respond, if you don’t want to. Yeah. Bye.”

I set my phone on my thigh.

Don’t do it.

I stared blankly at the wall.

You don’t need this right now.

I looked down, clicked the telephone icon, raised the phone to my ear, and clutched my fist into the blanket.

Son of a bitch.

It rang all of twice.

Click.

“...Hi.”

My breath shook. “Hey, Chris.”

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cherthegoddess · 8 months

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Request for Evan Buckley, Y/N is a trainee paramedic doing her externship under Hen and Chimney at the 118 before she takes the paramedics exam and Buck is so smitten and has such an obvious crush but Y/N isn’t giving him the time of day and the whole crew finds it hilarious but she eventually agrees to go on a date with him

Thank you so much for this request! I got sick midway through writing it and I am still sick butttt I hope you enjoy!

Rejection

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warning: This was written with a black reader in mind but anyone can read it!

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Rejection

“Hey Eddie, who’s that?” Buck asks, pointing a finger. He watches Chimney and Hen laugh with a woman Buck has never seen before. Eddie looks up with an eyebrow raised, looking at the direction that Buck is pointing. “Oh, that’s Y/n. She came in yesterday when you were off shift. She’s doing an externship with Hen and Chim before her paramedic exam, I think.” Buck’s eyes have yet to leave Y/n and Eddie notices. Eddie lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re going to burn holes in that girl if you keep staring, Buckley.” When he doesn’t stop, Eddie bumps Buck's shoulder. “She’s beautiful.” Buck gets up to talk to her but groans when the bell begins to ring. Eddie gets up finishing his last bite of food. He taps Buck’s back. “At least you get to see her in action soon.” Eddie rushes off to get his gear on. Buck watches for a minute as Y/n grabs things for the ambulance and then hops in. “Come on Buck!” Cap yells out putting Buck back in reality. He rushes to get ready.

The scene was cold and bloody with a few missing fingers in between. A few ice skaters had a collision after one of the skaters lost balance. Y/n felt like she was on cloud nine because of how much praise she was receiving from both Hen and Chimney. She had just finished wrapping the second to last person when she saw a guy slipping across the ice. Y/n giggles slightly as he struggles to catch himself. “Hey Hen, Chim? Who’s that?” She asks still looking at the handsome man as he finally stands up straight. They both look up to see who she’s looking at. “That’s Evan Buckley. But everyone calls him Buck.” Hen answers first. Chim looks at the way Y/n is looking at Buck. He bumps Hen’s shoulder as she fixes up the last person for transport. Hen looks up seeing where Y/n’s eyes are. “Oh no. Don’t tell me,” Y/n looks over, worried that something happened with the patient when there’s nothing she’s confused. “We know that look. That’s all.” Y/n is even more confused by Chim’s statement. “You’re making googly eyes kid.” Y/n shakes her head. “I am not! But a separate question, not that I care at all, is he single?” Chim and Hen laugh at her statement as they walk with the gurney, taking their last patient to the ambulance. When they get them settled and have the doors closed, they turn to Y/n. “Y/n we’re going to warn you for both you and Buck. Buck is or was a bit of a player. He’s tried the long-term thing and to put it simply it hasn’t worked out. I know your externship is only for a few months and you’re going to go off to who knows where. I just don’t want either of you getting hurt.” Y/n nods her head in thought, the other two walk forward. Behind her, Buck runs up to her. “Hey.” Y/n looks to her side and notices the handsome firefighter. She smiles slightly and nods her head. “Y/n right? Nice to meet you, I’m Buck.” Buck puts his hand out for her to shake. She accepts his handshake. “Nice to meet you, too, Buck.” Buck grins at the mention of his name, he loves it way it sounds. “Planning to be a paramedic, huh? From what I’m seeing you’re a natural.” Y/n smiles and nods. “Well if you ever wanna talk about the job over coffee…” Buck pauses looking at Y/n for a response. “Maybe some other time,” She smiles and makes her way onto the van with Hen. “Catch you later.” She says with a wave. Buck frowns disappointed, he grins when he remembers she said some other time.

It had been a month and a half since Y/n started her internship and a few minutes since Buck last flirted with her. Ever since the warning from Hen and Chim, Y/n did her best to ignore Buck’s constant flirting and to try to push down the feelings that she had for him. Everyone found her rejection funny even Cap. There was even a drinking game that the others, each person taking a shot every time Y/n rejected Buck (besides Cap who played with shots of water). The game was usually cut short because it would happen 5 times in a minute. Y/n couldn’t help but admire Buck’s commitment. Buck grew to like Y/n for more than just her looks over the past weeks. It was her determination to do the job, her kindness to everyone around her, and the empathy she showed, she even had Chris wrapped around her finger, even if Y/n was for sure to say it was the other way around. He watched her and Chris currently at the cookout that Cap was holding. Y/n’s face lit up as soon as he came over to her. Buck had no idea what they were talking about but it had Chris laughing. “She’s really good with him,” Eddie said walking up to Buck. “Yeah she is,” He said without his eyes leaving her form. Suddenly Chris gives his best subtle thumbs up to Buck and Buck returns it. And Y/n definitely misses the exchange but Eddie doesn’t. “Please don’t tell me you’re using my kid for your flirting.” Buck smiles as Eddie groans. “I am not using your kid for my flirting.” Eddie shakes his head.

“What do you think about my Uncle Buck?” Chris asks randomly. Y/n laughs and pulls the boy closer tickling his sides. “Are you scheming for your Uncle Buck?” Chris laughs. “Maybe.” Y/n tickles a bit more. “Okay! Okay! He bribed me to ask. He said he’d give me 10 bucks!” Y/n releases him with a smile. “You’re supposed to be on my side Chrissy.” Chris looks serious for a moment. “You should go on a date Y/n/n. He’s really nice! And he saves people like you! You have a lot in common!” She gives Chris a small smile. “We’ll see Chris,” Y/n says. Chris gets up quickly and makes his way over to Buck. “Buck! Buck!” Buck picks Chris up by his legs. “What’s up, buddy? Did you complete your mission?” Buck says with a smile. Chris nods his head. “She said ‘We’ll see.” Buck turns his head towards Y/n for confirmation. “We need to talk first,” Y/n says to Buck. “Outside?” Y/n nods her head as he puts Chris down. “Wanna take a walk around the block?” Buck asks and Y/n confirms as Buck grabs his jacket.

The sun was slowly starting to set when they got outside. There were a few minutes of silence. “So…” They both say at the same time. They laugh. “You go first.” Buck motions. “When I first got here Hen and Chimeny told me something about you.” Buck raises an eyebrow. “What did they tell you?” Y/n looks up at the sky. “Don’t tell them I told you, but they said that you hadn’t had anything serious for a long time and you’re a bit of a player.” Buck wipes a hand over his face groaning. “I’m not really a short-term girl and I didn’t want to try anything if I was going to go to a further station. I wanted to wait to ask you what you were looking for after I got the confirmed assignment.” Buck pauses looking at her. “I guess you got your assignment back?” Y/n nods with a smile, “Cap informed me today that I will be staying with 118. Don’t tell Hen I told you first. I was supposed to tell her.” Buck grins congratulating her. “Thank you, but that means that it’s time for my question. What are you looking for here? I don’t want to be just one of your conquests or something. I like you and I don’t want to get hurt-” Buck cuts her off, “You like me?” Y/n nods sheepishly. “I like you too. And I don’t want something short with you Y/n. The player thing was from a while ago and even then since I met you, I haven’t been with another woman. I can’t even if I wanted to, you’re all that’s on my mind Y/n. I wouldn’t embarrassingly get rejected all the time if I didn’t want something with you.” Buck stands right in front of Y/n now. They’re close, only breathe apart. “You wanna try?” Buck nods, “I wanna try.” Y/n then breaks the gap between them and pushes her lips against his. They fit perfectly against each other. It is slow and sweet like no kiss either has ever had before. They release. “Remind me to give Chris $1,000.” Y/n laughs. “Me too.”

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Assisting In Deception (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Thoughts about Sexual Content

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Rafe shows his protective side for Y/N when gossip turns away. The wedding went better than they thought it would.

Masterlist

The next day, Rafe enters the office to the whispers of his employees. He can’t hear anything specific that they are saying as he glides to his office. He looks over to see if Y/N is at her desk and is surprised she isn’t there. He checks his watch to make sure he has the time right. It’s 10 AM, which means she is an hour late for work. She’s never been late before and this worries him. He heads into his office to call her but is interrupted by Jenna knocking. “Ms. Walsh, do you know where Ms. Y/L/N is?” he asks her, looking at both his work phone and personal one to see if Y/N left any sort of message. Jenna gives him a sad smile and enters his office, “Yes, sir. It’s actually why I came to talk to you. The news about you and her dating got out yesterday and the others have been saying some things she must have overheard and it upset her.”

A scowl crosses his face and he feels his blood boil. He storms out of his office into the bullpen outside. The loud slamming of his feet on the floor as he takes a stand in the middle of the room quiets everyone. “It has come to my attention that Ms. Y/L/N and mine’s personal relationship has made itself public knowledge,” he begins his threat. “If I hear anyone say anything about our personal business in this office or on a digital platform, you will be immediately fired and I will make sure you never get hired anywhere again. Is that clear?!” The crowd turns away in embarrassment at being caught and a few nod to show that his point was made.

“I’m sorry I’m late Mr. Cameron, I overslept a litt-,” Y/N apologizes while walking into the office to hear silence and Rafe in the middle of everything. She turns to Rafe in perplexity, which is met with her being ushered into his office. He lets her settle into the couch and he sits beside her. He leaves some distance between the two because they don’t need to keep up with the appearance of a relationship in the privacy of this room. “Are you okay? I heard that people were saying things about you when they learnt about us,” he worries, hesitantly placing his hand on her back to rub it in reassurance. “Yeah, I’m fine. I have thick skin. Don’t worry about it,” she tries to brush it off. He turns her to face him, tilting her chin to look him in the eyes, “Please, don’t lie to me. I know it’s the reason why you were late today.” She adverts her eyes from him for a second.

“Fine, they got to me. But I’m fine now. It’s water under the bridge.” As she says those words, she can’t fight the tears that form in her eyes while she remembers the insecurities she feels because of their words. Rafe brings her into his embrace and buries his head into her hair. He inhales the strawberry scent of her shampoo and presses a kiss to her hair in a friendly manner. She feels more comfortable with him, letting her sobs release into his neck. “It’s okay. They won’t be saying anything about you anymore,” he promises. She nods, lifting her head to look at him, “Thank you. Can we just get back to work, please? It’s my turn to be apathetic.” He lets out a chuckle and gets up from the couch. “Okay, sounds good. Could you book a meeting with Mr. Kingston?”

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The workday ends later than planned with multiple meetings being longer than planned and new ones needing to be urgently booked in. Y/N couldn’t leave work for the day because he needed her to go over next month's planning. By the time they finish, it is midnight and she is getting ready to head back home by subway. They get on the same elevator together and when she goes to press the ground floor button, he stops her. “I’m not letting you go on the subway this late. I’ll drive you,” he offers, pushing the parking garage button. She looks over at him with warmth, “No, I can’t let you do that. I live in the opposite direction of where you need to go.”

“Then you can stay at my place for the night. I have lots of empty rooms for you to sleep in.”

“Boss, I promise it’s fine.”

“Butterfly, please, let me do this so I don’t have to worry about you.”

Knowing she won’t win this argument and that he is right about it being safer, she moves her hand from the elevator buttons and steps back. Once the elevator gets to the parking level, he leads her to his car and opens the passenger door for her. The ride to his apartment is filled with another one of her playlists, both of them being tired from the late work day. The door opening catches Dax’s attention and he rushes to his owner’s side. However, Dax finds intrigue in the girl beside his dad. “Omg, who is this little cutie?” she gushes, kneeling down to give the boy attention. She gives him the belly rubs he normally begs his father for. Dax sits up from the sitting position and she gives his face multiple kisses.

Rafe feels jealous that her focus is on his dog. He never thought he would want to be a hairy four-legged creature. Yet, he wants to capture this moment forever. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of the scene. “I saw that,” she quips, looking up at him. “I’ve been thinking. And I think that you should post that picture on social media.”

“Okay, but you can see your face in this one. Let me take another one with your hair blocking your face.

“Um, that was the point. The cat is already out of the bag with who I am at the office. My cousin’s post is bound to make my identity known to everyone.”

“Are you sure? I can have my lawyers force your cousin to take it down and then get everyone at the office to sign an NDA.”

“That’s sweet. But I’m sure. That is all too much of a hassle to hide something that we are going to have to reveal later anyway.”

“Okay.” She gets up from the floor and makes her way over to him to watch as he makes the post. In turn, she pulls out her phone, scrolling through different pictures she has taken of them. She lands on one she took while he was driving and shows it to him. “What about it?” he questions, glancing at her phone for a second and then going back to writing a caption.

“Are you okay with me posting it too?”

“You want to post it?” He looks up at her with a glint of happiness. Rafe didn’t think she’d want to do that. Most relationships he has been in, romantic or otherwise, have had the other person want him to show them off through posts on his social media. They either wanted more followers or the chance to advertise whatever they had. And when they posted about him, it was for the same reason. Yet, he knows that’s not what it is for Y/N. Her account is private and she only ever posts about things that she loves or special events. She posts every few months and doesn’t just let random people follow her. Something about her posting him felt more intimate to him. He realizes it might be to just keep up appearances of a relationship, but he doesn’t let his excitement of the action turn down. “Yeah, you can post it. It’s actually a really good picture,” he confirms.

A few minutes later, they both receive a notification that the other posted and they both go to like the picture. They both stare at the caption of the posts and marvel that they are both on the same wavelength. Rafe’s My Butterfly 🦋 causes Y/N to instinctively play with her hair while her My Boss 😍 causes Rafe to fidget with his rings as he realizes how much he likes the nickname. They look up at each other and smile before she lets out a tired yawn. His smile continues at how adorable her face looks while she does it, holding his hand out for her to take. He takes her to the guest bedroom closest to his room in case she needs anything. He tells her to wait for a second so he can get her a new toothbrush and some clothes to sleep in. He returns with gray sweatpants and a t-shirt that appears to be from his high school varsity days. She goes into the adjoining bathroom to change and brush her teeth.

When she comes out and gets herself settled into the bed, he catches a glimpse of his last name on her back and he wants to melt at the sight. “I’m just next door to the right if you need anything.” As he says that, Dax prances his way to the room and hops onto the bed beside her. “Bud, you can’t sleep here. Give her some space,” Rafe orders, getting closer to the bed to get the German shepherd off. Y/N shakes her head and holds up her hand, “It’s okay. He can sleep here if he wants.” He pauses his advancement and bobs his head.

“Okay. Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she smiles, giving him a small wave while petting Dax. Rafe leaves the room with a sigh. He gets ready for bed and he can’t stop himself from thinking about the girl in the next room. His cheeks redden at the thought of her in his clothes. He can’t explain why he feels this way.

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The wedding ceremony was beautiful and the reception was just as stunning. Y/N and Rafe watch the first dance with fond smiles. He leans in to whisper against the shell of her ear, “Do you ever think about getting married?” She turns her attention towards him. “Not really, I guess I’ve always been a little scared of planning my future. I can’t imagine anything more past next month,” she clarifies. The disappointment that settles in his heart is inexplicable, but he can’t think about it for too long because Nancy is asking him to dance with her. He takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. Y/N gushes at the sight of Rafe dancing with Nancy and takes a picture of the pair.

She goes to talk to a few family members, looking over her shoulder every so often to see her sister still dancing with her boyfriend. Her sister’s cheeks are so red that it is adorable. “Can you dance with me?” a little boy begs and by his blond hair, she guesses that he is from Gwen’s side of the family. Y/N smiles at him and takes him over to the dance floor. She takes his hands into hers, swaying them to the sound of the music. The song switches to a slow one and Rafe takes this as his opportunity to cut in, “Can I have my girlfriend back, please?” The boy pouts but runs off to find his parents. Rafe wraps his arms around her waist and she puts hers around his neck. Y/N’s head rests on his chest. They sway to the sound of the music and this is probably the closest they’ve ever been.

Nate points out the dancing duo to his wife and she smiles at the scene. Her phone captures the moment, “I’ve never seen her so in love before.” She knew her daughter had issues with believing in love, but she always hoped that love would find the girl. She’s glad that it did.

The music stops and the dessert is announced to be out for serving. Rafe mutters that he’s going to get them some dessert and another drink, breaking apart so he can do so. She heads back to the table. “Where’s Rafe?” Nancy inquires, looking around for her sister’s boyfriend. Y/N shakes her head, “It feels like you like him more than you like me. And he is getting some dessert and drinks.” Her little sister’s face lights up when Rafe comes into view. He is balancing two plates in one hand and two drinks in the other. A tingling feeling passes through her body as she sees the way his long fingers stretch out to hold both glasses. Rafe sets the drinks in front of his place and hers then lays a plate down for Nancy before he gives Y/N hers. Both girls give thanks for his gesture.

Upon looking at all of her favourite sweets, she goes to toy with her hair but can’t because she puts her hair up for the wedding. Seeing that she needs something to do with her hands, Rafe takes her hand into his and fiddles with the rings on her fingers. It is moments like these that make it harder for Y/N to remember that this is all not real.

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Saturday means Y/N lets herself lounge around all day. The only source of substance that she consumed was coffee even though it was late into the afternoon. Rafe and her have been texting all day and she just forgot to make something for lunch. She makes the mistake of telling him in passing that she hasn’t eaten anything. Disappointment floods her when he doesn’t respond after that. About an hour later, a knock comes on her front door, assuming it is just her sister, who is meant to come over from dinner, she opens it without another thought.

Rafe stands before her with two paper bags in hand. “What are you doing here?” she queries, letting him into the apartment. He looks back at her with crossed eyes, “You can’t tell me that you haven’t eaten all day and expect me to just do nothing about it. I’m cooking you dinner.”

“I had something to eat.”

“Coffee is not a meal, Butterfly. So you are going to let me cook for you because I know you don’t like it. I’m making farro mafaldine with black truffle butter and mushrooms. Something I picked up when I was in Naples.”

“Okay, but I was supposed to make dinner for Nancy. She’s coming over soon.”

“Well, now, I’m making dinner for all of us. I bought enough for four people. Is your roommate here? Or how about that neighbour you say has a crush on her?”

“No. Juni is at her parents' place and Alexander is working a twenty-four-hour shift. So it’s just gonna be you, me and Nancy.”

“Sounds good.”

He gets to work moving around the kitchen and she sits at the kitchen island, watching his process. She is entranced by the sight before her. He came from the office, so his buttoned-up shirt had his sleeves folded up his forearms, which always makes her drool. He unbuttoned the top few buttons and she could see the glimmer of his chain from underneath. The naughty thought of what it would look like dangling over her as he pounded into her infiltrates her mind. She imagines him bending her over the kitchen counter and slamming himself into her. The opening of the front door snaps her out of her dirty daydream.

“Y/N/N, do you really have to cook? Last time you made me something, I’m pretty sure the rice was overcooked but the meat was undercooked. How about pizza instead?” Nancy suggests, stopping in her tracks when she sees Rafe. Her cheeks heat up and she tries to hide herself because she is wearing her paint-stained sweatpants and moth-eaten shirt. Her backpack hangs from her shoulder; a clear sign she is planning on staying the night. Rafe looks over at the girl, “Good thing I’m making dinner then. I promise your food will be appropriately cooked.” Nance giggles at the joke and sits at the kitchen island beside her sister to enjoy the view.

They eat the meal with pleasant conversation. “Oh, before I forget to tell you, Butterfly, there is a charity event that I have to go to and I’d like for you to come with me,” Rafe informs, looking up from his food to look at her. She pauses her chewing, “I would love to go. Although, I’m not too sure if I have anything to wear.”

“That’s not a problem. We can go dress shopping tomorrow. That way I know what to get to match you.”

Nancy interrupts, “Yes, a fashion show would be so much fun. Can I please come?” Rafe lets out a chuckle at the girl's excitement. “Of course. I’ll just clean up this mess and head out. I’ll pick you guys up in the morning.” Nancy’s head moves from side to side, “Nonsense. I’m a big girl. I know that sometimes boyfriends sleep over at their girlfriends’ houses. You don’t have to change your plans on my account. And you cooked, so I’ll clean up.” After Nancy cleans up, the trio plays a few board games until they decide it is time to head to bed. Nancy goes to sleep in Juni’s room and Rafe awkwardly follows Y/N to hers.

“You can sleep on my bed. I’ll get a pillow and blanket from the linen closet to sleep on the floor,” she proposes, moving around the room for her pyjamas.“No, I can sleep on the floor. It’s your bed after all,” he begins when another thought pops into his mind. “Or we could just share the bed. I mean if you are comfortable with that.” Y/N’s hair finds its way between her fingers, “Yeah, that can work. I…uhh… Don’t think I have any clothes big enough to fit you, so if you want, you can just sleep in your boxers.” She adverts her eyes from his and looks anywhere but near him. He agrees with the statement and she lets him go to brush his teeth before she goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

She gets back from the bathroom to find Rafe already under her blankets. His clothes are folded on her dresser. She bites her lip at the site of his shirtless figure peaking from the top of the blanket. His chain is now on full display and it takes everything in her not to pull him into a kiss with it. She quietly makes her way to her bed. She slides in beside him and they both turn on their sides, facing away from each other. They exchange goodnights and then let the sweet release of sleep come over them.

——

The sunlight coming from the curtain wakes Rafe from his slumber. He feels a weight on his chest, which confuses him. He looks down to see Y/N cuddled into his side. She shifts in her sleep and lets out a sigh that would make him hard if he didn’t already have a morning wood. He moves her hair out of her face, so he can see the small smile on her face. He wants to stay within her grasp, but the last thing he wants is for her to wake up to his boner in such little clothing. He untangles himself from her hold and goes to the door to see the clothes he ordered at the door already. He heads to the bathroom to get changed. By the time he gets out of the room, Y/N is waiting for him to finish up.

Rafe heads back to her room to get his phone and he feels guilty about how it felt to wake up with her in his arms. All he wants is for that moment to be real. For their relationship to be real.

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The Top Surgery Log

Hello! I got top surgery yesterday! I want to catalogue my experience so I can remember it and provide some insight for people who want it but haven't gotten it yet. I will continue to update this post as my healing goes on. Everything under the read more!

Leading Up

My insurance is with Kaiser which has been an AWESOME experience so far. They do require a therapist letter, so no informed consent, but the process was very simple and there were a lot of people dedicated to getting me what I needed.

I had about 3 therapist meetings where she just asked me questions about my experience with gender and how my transition has gone so far, my support network, can I afford it, etc. Then she wrote my letter, sent it off to the surgical team, and I was approved within a few days!

After that I had my very first consult with the surgeon. He took pictures, did a breast exam, asked about general health and family health history, then gave me a little presentation of the process. It had post up photos of prior patients, a lot of explanations of the types of surgeries available that he does, and a lot of good information in general. He answered a lot of my questions and made me feel fully confident and prepared for the experience.

Also important to note: I told him the surgery I had been wanting ever since I started doing top surgery research was Inverted-T and I was curious of he knew of it/why that WASN'T an option they offered. He explained everything to me and showed me what he expected my results to look like if I DID want to go to a different surgeon outside of Kaiser. Said surgeon does NOT accept insurance, but would work with the insurance side of things to make sure they would reimburse for the expenses. I really appreciate that because it showed me they wanted to do get exactly what I wanted.

Based on all of that, I decided to just opt for Double Incision both to save me time and get a result that was aesthetically more pleasing to me. Loss of nipple sensation is unfortunate, but apparently IT only has the potential to bring a little sensation back, which wasn't worth all the extra hoop jumping for me.

After this consult, my surgeon told me to think about everything then email him a few days later with my decision. I did and then a few days later got my call to schedule. I got to pick my date but not the time of day, as I would later learn that's decided by the hospital and not me. Once my surgery was scheduled, another pre-op appointment was scheduled about a month before the surgery date. That appointment was very short, as it was just signing consent forms and confirming everything I wanted. He also gave me a packet of supplies I needed to get before the surgery.

After that, I'd occasionally receive emails with more pre-op instructions, like when to stop eating and drinking, showering instructions, when to stop certain medication, and how to care for my drains.

The Surgery

The day before surgery I had initially planned to do all of the last minute housework and leave for the surgery the next morning. HOWEVER, when I got my call to tell me the time, it turns I had to be there by 6 AM! The surgery center is over an hour away from me and the bus my wife and I were going to take didn't run that early, so we had to scramble to make other plans. Luckily the friend who was going to drive us back home was cool with us crashing on his floor for the night, so we were able to do the most important things at home then take the bus down the day before.

Once we were all set up for the night, I did the first cleaning routine that I was required to do, set my alarm, then tried to sleep. I didn't get much due to Hard Floor and also excited but that wasn't a biggie because I'd be sleeping again soon LOL.

Next morning I woke up, did my second skin cleansing, and we headed out! I checked in, waited a little in the waiting room, then got called back to start.

Everyone who was working with me was SUPER funny and kind. I got asked more questions, signed another form, took some pre-med tylenol, them stripped to switch into my gown, bonnet, and grippy socks (Got to keep those btw :>) My IV got put in my wrist which REALLY fucking hurt!!!!!! It never stopped aching. After that, the surgeon popped in to check on me and see if I had any questions, then they wheeled me in to the operating room.

I had gotten another premed via IV that was already making me tired, and I remember the last thing being the surgeon saying what to do with my removed tissue once he was done and I was gone!

The surgery itself lasted around four hours, but all I remember is waking up and seeing my wife and friend sitting at the foot of the bed. I said hi to them and that was apparently third time I had said it. I had been up and talking to them for awhile all loopy but also becoming suddenly very serious when talking with the nurses. I've had a few surgeries but I've NEVER been this way after so that was funny. The nurse had also been giving ME all of the postop discharge info and I don't remember it so thats unfortunate! I only remember her talking about the drains. I had to read it all again when I got home but it was all good.

Once I was awake enough, they wheel-chaired me down to my friends car, packed us all up and we headed back home. I napped about half the time but still kept my eyes closed when i was awake and talking bc my vision was still FUCKED and it was so bright out. We got home, I was lead inside, and that was that pretty much! I napped several more times, nibbled on some roast beef, emptied my drains (which made me very woozy, mostly due to the standing) and went to bed!

After Surgery

Day one! I woke up a few times in the night mainly to go to the bathroom, but slept REAL deep otherwise. It rained all night which was awesome. I woke up feeling very achy but not painful except for my throat. Those ET tubes are NOT easy on your body. Took all my meds, got out of bed eventually, and had cup ramen for breakfast. Now I'm just sitting on the couch with all my computer stuff moved from my desk to where I'm sitting. I got a long hdmi cable so I can just watch stuff on the big TV so I'm pretty set up!

My wife just brought me some cookies and overall I'm just feeling really good. Not really excited or emotional about it. Its just a very warm contented feeling.

I don't know what my chest looks like yet since my post-op binder got put on while i was still out, but everything gets removed next week! I'll probably update again after that appointment.

Feel free to ask specific questions! I'll be resting most of the time so I'll just be around!

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Back Together | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Platonic!Female Reader

Request: From anon for last years Valentines celebration. THIS IS A REPOST FROM @/DLMLUFICS.

Prompts: flowers and chocolates, surprise and past lovers reunited.

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Slight angst, I guess.

Word Count: 961

Jay Halstead Masterlist

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“I can’t believe you talked me into coming out tonight,” Y/N groans as she sits across from her favorite Halstead brother. “Does Jay know you’re spending Valentine’s with his former flame?”

Being at Molly’s with her ex-boyfriend’s brother was not how she envisioned spending the night of Valentine’s Day. Being the only single one among her close-knit friend group meant that they were all out playing happy couples with their partners while she sat in a bar that looked like a cherub had thrown up all over the inside of it. Her original plan was to sit in her apartment, put on a horror movie and binge eat the snacks she bought yesterday.

But then her grandpa had been admitted to Chicago Med after having had a nasty fall and being his emergency contact, the hospital called her. Will just so happened to be his doctor and after getting her grandpa all fixed up and ready to go home, he’d asked if she wanted to get a drink with him later, on a completely platonic level, of course. She agreed saying it would be her way of thanking him for taking care of her grandpa.

“He doesn’t need to know,” Will says with a smirk. “We were friends before you dated him. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, William,” she smiles taking a sip of her beer.

“Don’t call me William,” he playfully glares at her.

She goes to say something when she sees another familiar face walk through the door to Molly’s, her smile fading instantly. Just as he notices her and starts making his way over, she turns her attention back to Will and glares at him. “I’m going to murder you.”

“But then Jay would have to arrest you,” he says unaffected by her empty threat.

“We’re never talking again after tonight,” she tells him.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your night went,” he tells her as he stands up and pulls his coat back on.

“Where are you going?” she asks, her eyes widening in fear of being left alone with Jay. She hadn’t spoken to him since they ended their relationship 6 months ago.

“You two need to talk and sort things out,” Will says as Jay reaches their table. “Good luck,” he adds patting Jay on the shoulder as he leaves Molly’s.

“Did you set this up?” she asks Jay, turning on him. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone in the bar, she grabs her coat and walks out of the bar, with Jay following quickly behind her.

“Y/N wait!” he calls to her as he catches up with her. “Will set this up to help me out, okay?”

“You two just completely ambushed me,” she stops turning on her heel to face him.

“I didn’t know he was planning this!” he admits. “I told him I was thinking about dating again but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanting to be with you again. He told me that I just needed to do it and that he knew someone he could set me up with. I didn’t know it was going to be you.”

“You thought you were meeting someone else,” she asks feeling her heart drop a little.

“I did, but I’m glad it’s you,” he tells her. “If I didn’t see you through the window, I wouldn’t have walked inside Molly’s. I couldn’t go through with the blind date.”

"Why?” she questions, her heart fluttering back into her chest.

“Because I still love you,” he admits aloud for the first time since their breakup. “You are not easy to get over.”

“I could say the same about you,” she says thinking of her failed dates because she always found herself comparing them to Jay. They never came close to making her feel the way he did. “So where do we go from here?”

“I was thinking we could go get something to eat, talk it out and see where it leads us,” he suggests.

“I want to try something first,” she tells him.

“Okay,” he says hesitantly unsure of what she could have in mind but relaxes when she steps closer to him and pulls him into a kiss.

Giving into their feelings they still have for each other, Jay brings her closer and Y/N’s arms wrap around his neck, her hands making their way into his hair.

“I still love you,” Jay says softly after breaking the kiss to catch their breath. “I never stopped.”

“I never stopped loving you too,” she smiles.

Jay kisses her once more before slinging his arm over her shoulder. Y/N leans into his side as they walk to his truck. He opens the passenger's side door for her. She goes to get into the seat when she sees a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of chocolates there.

“Oh Jay, flowers and chocolates?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he tells her.

“I’m sure your blind date would have loved them,” she smiles.

“Does she like them?” he asks her, reminding her that she is his blind date.

“I love them,” she says picking them up off the seat. “Instead of going to get something to eat, would you want to head to my apartment, order a pizza,” she holds up the box of chocolates, “and maybe share these for dessert?”

“I would love too,” he agrees.

“Good,” she says standing on her tip toes and presses a kiss to his cheek before climbing into the passenger's seat.

Jay closes the door and walks around to the driver's side and gets in. Starting his vehicle, he begins the drive to Y/N’s apartment and takes her hand into his, kissing the back of it.

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The Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Three // PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only MDNI,PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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As I stand in line at the cozy coffee shop, I gaze up at the menu board, pretending I don't already know my order by heart. My phone pings in my pocket - a new text from Chris, sending a random musing about the sunny Florida weather. We've been texting for months now, and it still feels surreal. The morning after our chance encounter in his hotel, I was sure it had all been a dream...until his flirtatious text arrived later that day. I had to pinch myself when Noah slid into my DMs shortly after, smoothly asking for my number through their manager. I eagerly gave it to him, but later kicked myself for seeming overly eager. I should have played it cooler. But now, breathing in the aroma of fresh coffee on this crisp spring morning, I can't help but smile thinking back on it all.

I shuffle up to the counter, my wet boots squeaking on the tile floor. "Large latte please," I mumble through chattering teeth as I fish a few damp bills from my coat pocket. The barista nods and punches it in. I head over to the pickup counter, anxiously awaiting the hot drink to warm my frozen fingers.

Staring out the fogged up window at the gloomy gray sky, I snap a photo of the heavy rain clouds looming overhead. I quickly text it to Chris with the caption "Must be nice *sad emoji*". I wrap my hands around the steaming paper cup as soon as it's ready, letting the heat seep through my icy skin.

Opening a new thread I send the image to Noah, my response to him completely different. “Can’t wait to be in warmer weather. *sunglasses emoji* *palm trees*” smiling to myself as I pocket my phone and head to my car. Just as I hop into my drivers seat the message pings again. Chris.

Chris: Gonna meet me at the festival next week?

I feel my heart sink a little knowing I’m gonna have to say no. I’d promised Noah I’d come out and visit that week, it was a last minute plan and up until yesterday I wasn’t sure I was gonna go.

Eve: Sorry, can’t. I’ll be in LA next week.

I leaned back in my seat, lost in thought as I contemplated my relationship with Noah. He had been such a good friend these past few months, always there to listen and offer a kind word when I needed it. But was it more than that? Between all the playful banter and shameless flirting, it was hard to tell if he felt the same spark I did.

We had never actually met in person, besides that one night at the concert. So it was difficult to gauge whether he was genuinely flirting back, or just being friendly. I sighed, wondering if I should even continue pursuing this. Chris and I had something real, something solid. This thing with Noah, as fun as it was, might just be a fantasy.

I am pulled from my thoughts by Noah pinging my phone with a new message.

Noah: you got somewhere to crash when you visit?

Eve: I'm searching for hotels now.

Noah: Nah forget that. Come stay at my crib, we got extra rooms since some of the homies are outta town.

Eve: For real? You sure that's cool?

Noah: Hell yeah, it's chill. We got a house with spare bedrooms and if it becomes an issue I'll put you up in a hotel, no stress.

I smile to myself taking a sip of my latte before starting up my car and heading to work.

"What the hell, man?!" I shouted at Nick from across our living room. That sneaky bastard had swiped my phone while I was grabbing the pizza we just ordered. And when I saw that she finally texted back, I realized the dude had a whole conversation with her that I missed!

"Come on, bro. You know you've been crushing on this girl for months but haven't had the balls to make a real move," Nick said, flipping open the pizza box and piling up slices on his plate. "I was just helping my best bud out."

I couldn't believe it. I mean I know we're close, but impersonating me to chat up my crush? Not cool. But he had a point - I should've made a move sooner instead of just flirting around. Still, not the right way to go about it. I grabbed a slice and sat down next to him, still pissed but hungry. We'd figure this out over pizza like we always did.

I was nervous about the whole thing at first. Sure, she'd been pretty, and yeah, I'd asked for her number, but I figured it would just be some crazy fan conversation. I'd change my number after and no harm done, right? But then we started talking and...she was actually fun to talk to. And somehow I found myself becoming attracted to her.

What would she think when she got here? There were no spare rooms - all the guys were already here, we fucking lived here. That meant she'd have to crash on the couch. Or in my room, as Nick suggested. He thought it would be a "good icebreaker" for us to share close quarters. I hadn't bothered to text Eve back and tell her it was Nick, not me, messaging her. But Nick promised he'd put her up in a hotel if she wasn't comfortable with the arrangements. I hoped he'd keep that promise if it came to it.

This whole situation had me feeling unsure, off-balance. But part of me was also intrigued to see what would unfold. I just hoped I wouldn't do anything to mess this up.

But then I stop and think for a second. A girl coming here? To my house? I haven't had that happen since...well, since the last one found my address and showed up unannounced. That's why I moved here in the first place - to get away from all that. What if this chick is just as psycho? I've seen Fatal Attraction, okay? I know how these things can go.

Suddenly I'm not so hungry anymore. Nick sees the look on my face and sits down next to me. We've been friends long enough that he can read my thoughts. "It'll be fine, man," he says. "She flirts with you all the time. Just be friends if you want. Or more than friends, I don't care. It's only a week - I'm sure you can handle it."

I know he's right. I just need to chill out and see how it goes. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit nervous about what's coming.

I landed at the airport and did everything I could to delay leaving the terminal. I grabbed some overpriced lunch and wandered around aimlessly, trying to work up the nerve to actually go through with this. Noah had texted me his address right before I got on my flight back in Denver. Now I was just staring at it on my phone, wondering if I should put it into Uber or not. My heart was pounding. My stomach was doing backflips. Should I text him and say I landed? Should I ask if he still wanted me to come over? The fact that he gave me his address had to mean something, right? Ugh, I was so nervous I thought I might puke. But I knew I had to woman up and just go for it. I took a deep breath, requested the Uber, and tapped in his address with shaky fingers. Here goes nothing.

My heart was racing as my Uber pulled up to the curb. I had no idea what to expect when I entered the address into the app - all I knew was that I was heading to the Hollywood Hills to meet a potential new client.

As we wound through the hills, I pressed my forehead against the window and took it all in. The homes were magnificent - sprawling mansions tucked away on manicured properties. So different from the cramped apartments I was used to back in Colorado.

I breathed in deeply, but the smell of rain here was nothing like back home. There was a metallic edge to the air that left a bitter taste in my mouth.

We rounded a bend and the driver slowed. I clutched my bag, my palms growing sweaty. This was it. He pulled a U-turn and stopped in front of a house that looked like it cost more than I'd make in my lifetime.

My jaw dropped as I took in the immaculate home before me, with its pristine windows and crisp white walls. The red brick driveway was occupied by a couple of modest cars, typical for this ritzy neighborhood. I stepped out of the town car, murmuring thanks to the driver as he retrieved my bag from the trunk. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the imposing house. You can leave, I thought. Hop right back in the car and get out of here. But my feet carried me up the driveway, still gaping at the sheer size of the place. Movement in one of the windows made me freeze. What if I had the wrong address? How mortifying would that be? The front door opened and out stepped Nick, wearing a baseball cap, silver shorts and an anime shirt, no shoes. My heart pounded as I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, I thought, as I approached the front steps.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Nick waiting for me on the porch, barefoot as always. "Hey Nick," I said with a smile. "Noah said you were expecting me."

"Yeah, it was my idea for you to crash here," he grinned. "Now get inside, it's freezing out here!"

I laughed as I stepped into the pristine house. "This isn't cold to me, you California boys don't know what cold is!" I joked, slipping off my shoes by instinct.

The interior was super modern - all greys, browns and beiges, not what you'd expect from a heavy metal band's pad. To the right was a hallway and stairs, and just past the foyer was a huge living room with a white sectional facing a giant flatscreen over the fireplace. My eyes landed on the couch, where I saw another familiar face turn to look at me.

The sight of him took my breath away. He'd cut his hair even shorter than the last time I saw him, but he was still so tall - even barefoot, he towered over me. When he wrapped me in a hug, it felt awkward at first as we tried to figure out where to put our hands. But then I felt the strength of his arms around my waist as he playfully lifted me off the ground, making me giggle.

I could have stayed there forever, but he sent me down all to soon. Noah took my bag and reached for my hand, leading me upstairs. My heart raced at his touch. As we walked down the hall, he pointed out the different rooms, but I could barely focus. All I could think about was how close we were and the tingles running up my arm from his hand in mine.

When we got to the bedroom, he let me step inside first. It wasn't huge, but it was cozy and full of him. The unmade bed, the books and soda cans scattered around - it just felt so intimate being in his personal space. I caught a glimpse of his impressive gaming setup, but I was much more interested in taking in every detail of him. The way he smiled at me then, I thought my knees would give out. I don't know how I'll ever be able to concentrate with this gorgeous, sweet guy right down the hall. But I can't wait to try.

I took in Noah's room, still surprised that Nick had pulled a fast one on me and arranged for me to stay here. Clothes were strewn across the unmade bed where Noah had just dropped my bag. Posters for bands and anime littered the walls alongside framed vinyl records. It was such a guy's room.

"Sorry for the mess," Noah said, scratching his neck awkwardly. "I didn't have much time to clean up."

My heartbeat quickened being alone with him in his space. I crossed my arms, hoping he couldn't tell how nervous I was. Noah Sebastian's room. I was standing in Noah Sebastian's actual bedroom.

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to sound casual. "I appreciate you letting me crash here this week."

"No problem," Noah replied. "I'll take the couch so you can have the bed."

"Oh, don't let me put you out, I can take the couch."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "You're not putting me out. More like Nick did."

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "There a reason for that?" I glanced away, pretending to admire his book collection so he wouldn't see my blushing cheeks.

"Uh, nothing that I need to repeat," he mumbled awkwardly. I couldn't resist peeking up to gauge his reaction. But as our eyes met, mine wandered past him to the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the rolling hills and glittering cityscape beyond.

The sweeping view of the Hollywood Hills took my breath away. "Wow," I whispered, wandering over to the window for a closer look. Noah joined me, gesturing at the barely visible mountains peeking through the morning haze. "Nice, right? On a clear day you can see for miles."

I laughed and gave him a playful nudge. "C'mon, with all this smog? I've got you beat."

He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. "Oh really?"

"Mmhmm." I scrolled through my phone until I found the perfect photo. "Check this out."

It was a shot of Pikes Peak from my apartment window last February, covered in a pristine blanket of snow. I angled the screen towards Noah and watched his eyes widen.

"Now that's a view, sweetheart," he admitted with a chuckle. "Maybe I should reconsider."

I grinned, giving his arm a squeeze. "Told you. But don't worry..." I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You still have the better view right now."

Noah's POV

I could barely believe my eyes when she walked into my room and laid down on my bed. The hours melted away as we talked and laughed, her sweet voice soothing my nerves. Ordering takeout was an excuse to stay close, our legs touching as we watched trashy shows.

When night fell, everything changed. She emerged from the bathroom in those tiny black shorts, her endless legs on full display. I tried not to stare as she slid under the covers beside me. My heart pounded as I turned down the lights, bathing us in a soft purple glow. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch her, but I held back, not wanting to ruin our friendship.

She protested as I lowered the curtains, craving the city lights. I wanted to give her anything she desired in that moment. With her lying there, looking like a dream, it took all my willpower to keep things platonic. But I knew if I made a move, crossed that line, there would be no going back.

“You wanna go to the beach tomorrow?” The sound of her voice pulled me back from my wandering thoughts. Was she seriously asking about the beach right now? It's the middle of March - there's no way it's warm enough yet.

"It's still freezing out," I replied, sitting up quickly. Was she crazy or just messing with me?

"The forecast says 75 degrees tomorrow. Perfect beach weather!"

I scoffed. "Yeah, maybe if you're a polar bear. No way is 75 warm enough for the beach."

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Says who?" she challenged with a smirk.

"Says anyone with common sense. Go ahead and freeze if you want, but don't expect me to join your little arctic adventure," I quipped back.

She pouted playfully. "But I got a cute new bikini just to take Insta pics in! You're really gonna deprive me of that?"

I shuddered as my eyes traced over her. The way her tank top had slipped just enough to tease me, her creamy bare legs stretched out so close... Focus, man.

"You can take poolside pictures instead," I suggested, struggling to keep my voice steady.

She crossed her arms with an exaggerated frown. The way it pushed her chest up towards me did nothing to tame my thoughts.

"No fair," she whined.

What's not fair is you still being dressed, I thought. I bit my cheek to keep from saying it out loud.

"Never said I was fair," I quipped, patting her thigh twice before standing up. "I need a snack. Be right back."

Her laughter followed me out of the room. "Always with the song lyrics, huh?"

I hurried down the stairs, trying not to look at the guys playing video games as I made my way to the kitchen. My heart was pounding as I grabbed a couple bags of gushers and a gatorade. I couldn't believe I was about to be alone with her again.

When I got back to my room, there she was. Sitting on her knees, clutching a pillow to her chest, biting her lip. God, she looked so cute like that. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

"You look deep in thought," I said, cursing myself for sounding so lame. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to play it cool as I finished off a pack of gushers.

"Just tired I guess," she said. I could tell she was lying but I didn't want to push her.

"You bite your lower lip when you're tired?" I asked. Smooth, real smooth. I couldn't stop staring at her mouth.

"This is your first time really hanging out with me. You don't know everything about me yet," she replied.

As she brought her knees to her chest, I felt my heart sink. She was closing herself off from me. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her, but I was too scared to make a move. There were so many things I wanted to say, but the words got stuck in my throat. I had to play this cool if I didn't want to mess this up.

“Why did Nick want me to sleep in your room?” her question cuts the air like a knife.

I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't get her question out of my head. The truth was, Nick knew me too well. He could see right through my nonchalant attitude to the longing underneath. Ever since she walked into my life, I've been drawn to her - her quick wit, her magnetic energy, the way her eyes light up when she laughs.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before responding. "Nick thinks I need some female companionship. He suggested you might be interested." I paused, heart pounding, worried I'd revealed too much. Her joke about professionals made me smile, but I couldn't hide the vulnerability in my eyes.

I busied myself tidying the nightstand, needing a distraction from the growing tension between us. But I couldn't resist asking the real question: "Do you want to?" I held my breath, knowing everything would change based on her answer. Part of me was terrified, but an even bigger part was thrilled by the possibilities her reply might bring. I could no longer deny my feelings; all I could do was put myself out there and hope she felt the same spark I did.

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As we sat at a table for dinner in Yamaha's hospitality unit at Valencia [2008], where we planned to pick up from where we'd last left his biography, I realised that there was nobody left from the group of people with whom I had worked so closely last time around. There was no Dani Amatriaín, his manager for ten years; no Pere-Gurt, his former director of communications; even his old friend, Dani Palau, wasn't there. They had all made way for a new inner circle, headed by Marcos Hirsch, his physical trainer and now his manager. Héctor Martín, who was signed up by Amatriaín as Jorge's press officer, was now in charge of all his press and PR activities while the renowned lawyer Ramón Sostres, who works for a host of top-level Spanish international footballers, had been hired as his new legal advisor.

Lap by lap Dani [Amatriaín] began to realise he was watching one of them more than the others - a tiny kid who rode differently to everybody else. He didn't know it yet, but what Dani saw from trackside that day was a glimpse into the future. 'More than his speed, he caught my attention by the way he took the corners. It was as if he'd been doing it his whole life - like a professional.' It is now the end of 2007 and he closes his eyes to remember a moment that clearly holds a special place in his memory. You just know that he could describe every second of it. 'I was curious to see who this kid was, so I took the trouble to go to his box.' It was there that Dani would meet one of the key characters in this story - Jorge's father, Chicho Lorenzo. 'I asked him about his rider. I told him he'd caught my attention and I wanted to meet him. His father called him and he came out.' It was love at first sight, although they wouldn't realise that until much later. 'I remember it as if it was yesterday,' continues Dani. 'He was an unusual, curious character. His head was shaved, apart from a Mohican and two stars. His father said, " This is Dani Amatriaín." [Jorge] looked at me with distrust. He had no idea who I was.' But their story together had begun because this little ten year old, with his skill and attitude, had made such a major impact on one of the leading talent-spotters in Spain.

A month after that first meeting Chicho Lorenzo travelled to Barcelona, where Dani was in charge of a school for mechanics called Monlau. While Jorge might not have known at Jerez how important this person was, his father certainly did, and he also knew how crucial his interest could turn out to be. Chicho wanted Jorge to go on competing in the Copa Aprilia but he was in dire financial straits. 'I've brought him this far,' Chicho told Dani. 'From here I don't have the means to take him further. Is there anything we can do?' Sincerity and candour, a Lorenzo trademark. At that time Amatriaín already had ten or eleven riders competing in the CEV, European Championships and Grands Prix. 'I couldn't give him the support he deserved,' recalls Dani. 'It was really difficult for me and I had no choice but to say no.' Lorenzo's fledgling career was on the point of ending before it had begun, but Chicho was not, and is not, the kind of guy who accepts defeat. Dani's words would have been heartbreaking to anybody else, but Chicho refused to leave Barcelona without making one final attempt. As they said goodbye he handed Dani a videotape. 'Please, just watch this. So that you can see how we ride in Mallorca.' With that he left, confident in the knowledge that the sight of Jorge in action would be enough for Dani to take those crushing words back.

Jorge's father, who had seen the reaction his son's riding provoked among bystanders back home in Palma de Mallorca, was not wrong. The first thing Amatriaín did when he arrived home was load the tape into his VCR. His wife had his dinner ready on the table and was angry that he walked straight past it to the video recorder, but Dani's curiosity had got the better of his manners. 'I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The way he rode, how he slid the bike around. I was surprised by his audacity, his temperament, the way he controlled the bike and the way it was all so natural. He was so small that it was surprising to see him ride like that. And his stare... he already had the stare of a champion.' The video already forms part of Lorenzo legend and is something anybody close to him pinpoints as a key moment in his discovery. The first time I asked Pere Gurt when and how he'd come across Jorge he told me: 'I'll start by telling you about the first time I heard anybody talk about him. Dani told me he'd seen a video of this incredible kid. I remember he told me he'd discovered a bomb waiting to explode - a rough diamond.'

Chicho Lorenzo spotted his son's ability on two wheels when the child was only three and immediately started grooming him for greatness. He removed the brakes from Jorge's bike to force him to learn to stop it by skidding sideways, won him a place with Dani Amatriain, one of Spain's top team managers, and later withdrew him from school early so that the boy could focus on racing.

Dani Amatriaín lives for racing, and his experience and natural instmct for recognising talent drew him instantly to the screen, riveted by the image of a midget riding like a professional. From that day he made Jorge one of his pupils and always had him marked out as one of his favourites. Through Jorge, Dani envisioned the resurrection of an old dream and the quest to fulfil that dream became his life. His deepest professional desire had been to find a kid with raw talent and teach him from scratch - to train him as a rider and as a person, coaching him through every level of competition until that great promise was realised in the form of a great champion. 'I always thought that when I found a rider like that, who had all the natural attributes, everything else could be worked on.'

At Jerez Dani had already seen that this kid was different from the rest and now he could begin to witness it first hand. They would go to a circuit and Dani would take a 600, with Jorge following behind on a 50. 'I was virtually drooling because it was like having a professional behind me. Then I'd let him pass and I'd follow him from behind so that I could watch him and I realised that he'd picked up absolutely everything. He was like a sponge! I had to stop because he was getting faster and faster and I was worried he might hurt himself.'

Chicho Lorenzo had dug a diamond from the mine and delivered it - now it needed an expert jeweller to work on it. Despite his own obvious natural talent for riding and his vast experience, the first reality faced by Amatriaín was that this was going to be a difficult job - as difficult as the character of a World Champion. But Dani wanted to take it on and he committed himself to it with great conviction. Jorge came into his life as a challenge; he showed signs of being a thoroughbred racer and Dani backed him strongly, so convinced of his talent that he gave the youngster his own lucky number, 48. It was the number Amatriaín had always worn when he raced, during the late 1980s and early 1990s. It was a small detail but one designed to tell the world that Jorge was his great hope. Apart from 2007, when Lorenzo sported the number 1 plate as 250cc World Champion, Jorge stuck with 48 in tribute to his sporting father figure until the end of the 2008 season, when he'd brought their professional and personal relationship to an end. Indeed, as will become clear over the course of this book, the fact he discarded that number in favour of 99 for the 2009 season was just as significant a decision as it was to use the number 48 in the first place.

It was an amazing change compared to the Jorge of 2002. That was the year he was introduced to his personal trainer, Marcos Hirsch. They'd arranged to meet in the Flash-Flash restaurant in Barcelona with Dani Amatriaín, who had also been trained by Marcos. Hirsch arrived to find Jorge sitting on a sofa, his feet hovering inches above the floor. 'One day this guy will be a great champion ... if we can sort him out,' declared Dani, with his hand proudly gripping little Jorge's shoulder.

But a split developed between Chicho and Amatriain in 2006, when the latter wanted to fire a sports psychologist favoured by the former. Beset by conflicting advice, Lorenzo stopped winning races in the 250cc world championship and began to crash frequently.

It was time to make a choice. On one side were his father Chicho, his girlfriend Eva and his psychologist Joaquin Dosil. On the other were his colleagues and friends Dani Amatriaín and Marcos Hirsch. A group of people once united in the Jorge Lorenzo cause had been split down the middle by a clash of criteria. The unusual thing about cases like this is that both parties involved in the conflict had the common objective of Jorge's well-being but the crux of the matter was that there were many different ways to approach and achieve it. The approach, in particular, had to be one that suited the rider, who was no longer a child and needed to make his own decisions about how to solve dilemmas. He needed to make a choice with those closest to him - but who was closest to him? Which side should he go with? [...] The lowest point came, after the French Grand Prix. Dani Amatriaín, the man who had guided him every step of the way since he was ten, was concerned and felt under mounting pressure. He told Jorge: 'I don't want to work with a rider who keeps falling off and is running the risk of hurting himself, seriously hurting himself. Stop for a moment, think, reflect. This cannot continue. I don't want you to kill yourself on the track.'

He had to choose sides – and went with Amatriain. His father demanded money in return for what he had invested in his son, and Lorenzo asked him to keep away from grand prix tracks. The rift continues, although in a subdued form.

So Jorge made the decision to go with his friends. Everybody wanted the best for him, of course, but only Marcos Hirsch and Dani Amatriaín knew how to achieve it. 'I had no choice, I couldn't say no,' remembers Jorge. 'I had to cut myself free from everything. Only they could pull me out of the hole. "If you want to be World Champion, you have to leave everything behind," they told me. "Trust us." It was really hard because I loved my girlfriend like crazy! And my father, too.' [...] On top of the exercises in mental preparation, the relaxation and the late nights in Barcelona, chatting with Jorge to calm him and remove anxiety from his life, an important new rule was introduced into his routine at Mugello. Every Wednesday, when he arrived at the circuit, he would hand over his mobile phones to Dani Amatriaín- and he wouldn't get them back until Monday. There would be no laptop computer either. He would spend the five days of a Grand Prix completely detached from the outside world, where the racket had become so deafening and distracting.

Marcos took me to Las Ramblas Avenue for a walk and we started talking about what we would do. And he told me. "Either you end this whole situation and get rid of your father, Dosil and Eva and you give me your mobiles on Wednesdays when you fly and I'll bring them back to you on Mondays, or I am done with you".

"You have to break up with your girlfriend Eva because your father is using her to send you messages." Enough is enough! Then Dosil disappeared, Chicho disappeared and Eva disappeared.

The following is an extract from an article published in Diario de Mallorca [in 2006] [...] The father of Mallorcan motorcycle racer Jorge Lorenzo has declared war on his manager, Dani Amatriaín. [...] 'I've been left without a job and without a son, because at the moment he is no son of mine. I am hopeful the same thing happens to him that happens to all sons. That he values everything I have done for him,' says Chicho Lorenzo, who says he hasn't spoken to Jorge for eleven days. He also points the finger at Amatriaín: 'He's his manager and the boss of the team, which are two conflicting jobs. As a director he's already taking 20 per cent, plus the percentage he takes as an agent, but it's not about what he earns. I don't know where my son's money is and it is not normal that the parents of a 19-year-old boy don't know that. We don't know what kind of contract he has with Aprilia ... I wish I'd have looked after the money myself. That way I'd know now that it is all for him. The number of cases where an agent has fleeced a sportsman is incalculable.

The 19-year-old rider from Mallorca has released a statement requesting the closure of 'a catalogue of false claims that, regrettably, have been made public’ and respect for his 'private life, with the attention turned to my career as a professional and a sportsman. Anything that happens in my private life will never be allowed to interfere with my career.' The Mallorcan added: 'My life as a sportsman is completely separate and it is, and always will be, directed by a group of professionals who have my complete trust. '

'Daniel Amatriaín brings charges against the father of Jorge Lorenzo' ‘...the kind of personal comments he has made need to be dealt with in court, where I have already appeared in defence of my honour as a person and a professional' The press release goes on to thank 'certain sections of the media for the invitation to contest some of the humiliating accusations about my person and my professional attitude, which have been published recently'.

JL: To be separated from your son after 18 years together, training him... But he brought it on himself because he didn't want me to continue with Dani [Amatriaín]. If he'd have got on better with Dani, he'd still be here now, but that's the way he is. It's all or nothing with him and when he gets really angry you can't calm him down.

Exactly what the pair meant to each other - Dani to Jorge and vice versa - was best described by Jordi Perez, team co-ordinator for Fortuna Aprilia, at the end of 2007. 'Other than his parents, the most important person in Jorge's life has been Dani. He put his life on one side so that Jorge would not want for anything. He gave up everything for him - not in a material sense but in terms of the affection he has shown him. Before giving Jorge bad advice he'd rather take it on himself.'

'The problem with Dani Amatriaín started in 2007,' begins Jorge. 'Things I can't really specify through good manners and because they're in the hands of the courts. But basically I was very worried and I started to talk about it with Marcos in the gym. ‘What am I going to do with my life?' I'd ask him. I must say that I used to talk about it without giving it too much importance and without really thinking seriously about it because I couldn't imagine my future without Dani. But at that time, aside from the personal problem with him, I started to realise how much money I was missing and I started to get angry about it. The first thing that came into my head, because I still had a contract with him and it was out of order to just go up to him and say it was over, was to tell him that I still wanted to continue with him as my manager, because he did a good job with the sponsors, but that from now on I didn't want him to look after my financial affairs because I couldn't trust him. Marcos and I decided to change lawyers and get somebody else to look after the money. We chose Ramon Sostres.'

During the month of September 2008 Jorge's relationship with his lifelong manager, Dani Amatriaín began to splinter. Once again, people associated his problems on the track with his personal circumstances off it, allegations Jorge denies. 'My problems away from the track had nothing to do with my crashes,' he insists. 'From a sentimental point of view I wasn't affected at all by what was happening. I had started to see things I didn't like, strange things, but I had so much confidence in this person that I never imagined the things that were going on could happen. Practically right up until the split, until the final month, I still had complete faith in him. I wasn't worried. The crashes were simply a result of me trying to do more than I could with what I had underneath me rather than my concerns about what was going on around me.' Not everybody who was aware of what was going on at the time subscribes to Jorge's version of it. At the end of the day, we are all human. 'I think that the split with Dani has made Jorge more relaxed,' says Hector Martin. 'In my opinion, the crash at Laguna Seca was related to problems that were going on off the track. I am convinced of it. The ones at China, Le Mans and Catalunya weren't, but Laguna Seca was. There came a moment, 5 September to be exact, when he split from Dani, face to face in Alella, and he changed his "chip". By the tenth of that month, when he was sent a fax from Las Vegas legally confirming the end of their professional relationship, he was completely liberated.'

'We came up with a plan of how we were going to tell Dani,' Jorge starts up again. 'It was after the Czech Grand Prix at Brno. I could tell he didn't like it but he knew that if he got shirty then it was all over, so he half accepted it. In fact, he said that being honest he wasn't sure he could continue being of use to me in the future, "so it is better that we leave it", he told me. But I said no because he was still doing a good job. I told him to be clear that I only wanted a change of lawyer. Unfortunately things showed no sign of improving and I came to the conclusion that I was going to lose all of my money if I didn't hurry up and break up with him. So after Misano we had another meeting and I told him definitively that we weren't going to continue.' Jorge takes a longer pause than the previous one, breaks into a smile and says: 'So I do remember everything, hey? I thought I'd forgotten it all.' He picks up exactly where he left off. 'He knew when I called him for a meeting that I was going to break up because I suppose somebody he knows would have told him. When I saw him speeding up to me in his Porsche I knew not to expect a good reaction. I was scared because I thought he might flip out and try and hit me, or that he might have brought some heavy with him like the one he brought to Misano. I had to go on my own because if Marcos had come it would have got messy. Anyway, surprisingly, he accepted it, he didn't get mad. The crazy thing was that, even though we had officially split up, he travelled to America for the next race at Indianapolis!'

By the tune the Indianapolis GP came around word had spread among the international press that their relationship had ended. However, Dani Amatriaín acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, he invited the Spanish press to dinner and just when they expected him to announce the break-up Dani stood up and thanked everybody for coming. And that was it! Meal over! 'During practice on Friday Dani wanted to make it look as if nothing had happened and he asked if he could stand in the garage for the sake of his image,' recalls Jorge. 'It was pretty heavy because I'd be getting off the bike and going to speak to Ramon Forcada and I could see him there in the box staring at me with this look of intense hate. It made it really difficult for me to concentrate. Hector Martin steps in. 'I was trying to put myself in Jorge's line of vision, to make a screen so that he didn't see Dani. But since the only other person in the garage that knew about it was Lin Jarvis, nobody else understood what was going on.' Jorge continues. 'On the Saturday night of the GP Dani called Hector and asked for a meeting at the hotel. He wanted to make me sign some documents with God knows what on them and I refused to sign anything, obviously. He'd already done the same thing to Hector at the circuit and he'd also been into Carmela Ezpeleta's office and tried stitching him up by asking him to sign something else. It must have been hard for Hector because he doesn't like confrontations, but he had to give him our lawyer's card and tell him that he could no longer speak to us directly - that everything had to go through our lawyer. It made the relationship extremely difficult from that point on, although at least I didn't have to worry about seeing him at the circuits any more because from Valencia 2008 he was [banned] from coming into the paddock.'

'If a man like Valentino Rossi's performances were affected when he had problems with the tax authorities in 2007, how could Jorge's not be?' agrees Javi Ullate. 'What happened to him was like a break-up in a marriage. That would affect anybody.' But the person who was most surprised by what happened, and by Jorge's reaction, despite his vast experience, was Ramon Forcada. 'In real terms he aged a year over the course of 2008 but in terms of maturity he aged a decade. Considering the problems he's had this year he has shown an incredible capacity to shut it all out and concentrate on riding. It was like a thought bypass! Shortly before he would get on the bike you could see that he was troubled, but he would put on his leathers and it was as if he didn't have a care in the world. When the session finished we would chat about what we had to change for the next practice or for the race, and then, you saw the worry creep back onto his face. But he came through it, he rose above it. Indianapolis was the clearest example of that, and the clearest example of him making the bike his own. He had never finished on the podium in a wet race before and he finished third. Plus it would have been second if they hadn't stopped the race!'

Dani Amatriain's team began to dismember some time ago. Brazilian Marcos Hirsch, the driver's physical trainer, acknowledges some disagreements with the manager "two years ago." "I barely have contact with him, but I am like an external collaborator, I am not part of the team or its meetings," says Hirsch, who claims to have found out about the impending Lorenzo-Amatriain divorce "from a Catalan newspaper." "It is now said that Dani was Jorge's discoverer and that is not true; "Jorge's discoverer was his father, Chicho Lorenzo," Hirsch emphasized.

Hirsch: It's also true that he has been unlucky because this period with Amatríain was good on the sporting side... but on the personal side he has suffered a lot.

After there was speculation about the creation of a MotoGP team for Jorge Lorenzo, Dani Amatriain got his pupil to sign for Yamaha, leaving him in the background as the rider's manager. After a very irregular season, in which the first successes in the top category gave way to a carousel of serious falls, Jorge Lorenzo now decides to break with his mentor when he begins to straighten his sporting course after the last two podiums in Italy and USA. Lorenzo, protected by a great team of the stature of Yamaha along with Valentino Rossi, thus breaks with a tutor who was excessively absorbing.

Over the course of 2008, Hector Martin was a first-hand witness to the changes in Jorge's professional and personal life, taking an active role in his development and growth. 'Since the split with Amatriaín he wants to know everything. He gets angry if we don't tell him. He doesn't oversee everything because the wheels are often already in motion, but he wants to know if there's anything going on.' Jorge has taken control of his life and the evidence was there initially in the small details, with his helmet in the final round at Valencia bearing a small inscription that read 'FMT', meaning 'Free Man Team'. For 2009 he changed his number from 48 to 99. The message was clear: Jorge Lorenzo was a free man. 'Now I make the decisions,' he says forcefully. 'I will ask the people around me for advice but I will be free to do what I feel like and what I want. In the past I had my hands tied a bit. A bit no, a lot! Perhaps I could have realised that earlier but life happens the way it happens and the important thing is to react decisively and not to regret the things you can't change.'

In the end I quit with Amatriaín for quite dark and ugly reasons and I started a new adventure... with Marcos as my manager, or as he says, my right-hand person.

So at last Jorge was free, although a lot of things have been left unsaid - 'things that can perhaps be explained in the future or perhaps not, but for the time being they remain in the hands of the judges,' says Jorge. Marcos is keen to pick up the story, but Jorge finishes by adding, 'This year, on the track at least, I didn't think about Dani at all - he never once came into my mind. But when I was at home in Mallorca he called me and threatened me. He told me I was a coward, that I had no balls, that my mother didn't deserve to have such a cowardly son. "I'll get you", things like that. There were a lot of phone calls like that, a lot of messages. The truth is that he's a smart guy and he always knew how to push it to the limit of what is legal, without crossing the line.'

Lorenzo: Perhaps the worst thing, beyond the injuries, was what happened off the track, the whole Amatríain affair... and how he threatened me after I changed to a different manager. It took me a lot of mental strength to cope with that, switch off my private life... head to circuits and ride like nothing had happened.

In December 2008 a judge issued a restraining order and the pressure eased, but Marcos knew what a hard year it had been for Jorge. 'Jorge has forgotten a lot of things because my job was to make him forget them,' he explains. 'In fact, what Dani actually said in those phone calls was much more serious than what he remembers now. I have recordings of all of the phone calls because the lawyers advised me that it would be a good idea to gather as much evidence as possible for the lawsuits. In fact, all of the calls and messages have been transcribed and handed over to a notary for delivery to the court.

We spent the whole year like that — receiving messages, emails, threatening phone calls,' remembers Marcos, 'especially to Jorge, myself and Ramon Sostres, and a few to Hector. We had to cope with it and when Jorge called me all upset and frightened I would tell him to calm down, not to worry. "Let's speak to the lawyers and get them to do something or call the police so that they arrest him!" Jorge would say. The worst thing that happened was one day when we came out of the gym and Jorge was confronted by two heavies standing on either side of his car. There was another standing in the doorway of the hotel and a big black guy riding around the car park on a scooter. We went to get in the car and the guys just stood there, trying to intimidate us. It turns out that that was the day we were going to a meeting with the police in Les Corts [an area of central Barcelona], who I must thank for the impeccable and professional job they did. We set off and we were followed by a car with another guy in it, making out like he was going to ram us from behind. Hector was driving and I was in the passenger seat. I told him, when he had the opportunity, to get into a position where the other car would have to pull up alongside us. At the corner of another street the guy had no choice but to stop on my side of the car. I lowered the window and stared at him. He took off at the next crossroads and we went straight to the police station to inform the inspector in charge of the investigation into our case. After we made our statement we headed back and an unmarked police car followed us, with two of the four agents following our case inside. Sure enough, we head into the hotel and the two thugs are there again, wearing sunglasses, and then Dani Amatrían appears, making out like he's talking on his mobile phone. The agents walk in, ask them for ID and make a note of all of them. That was at the same time that Dani and his gang moved into the hotel. He was there for three or four days trying to join the gym where we train every day but Carles, the owner, told him there was no way because he knew we were training in there and it wasn't a good idea.

After all the bad things I have gone through, deceptions I had suffered with friends and Amatriaín... it will be very difficult for me to trust in anybody 100% again, but I think with the people around me now, I can trust at 99%.

'One Sunday morning I came out of my house to find a knife stuck through a photo of me into the seat of my motorbike,' continues Marcos. 'A few weeks ago he came to my door and stuck up a load of photos of me from an article FHM did about me last year. I know it was him because the guy went and left me a message admitting it! That happened all damn year. I took it to farcical levels to keep everything from affecting Jorge, and above all I tried not to give it too much importance. What else could I do? I know they can come and give me a kicking, stab me, whatever, because Dani spends most of his time planning his revenge against a world that has supposedly turned against him. And who am I? Jorge's manager? Bullshit! I am the person who makes sure his life is free of stress and prevents all this from affecting him when he is on his bike. 'Jorge is like a caged tiger, but if you run your hand over his back he calms down. Jorge has faith in me and when I tell him to forget everything he does it. What I tell him is this: if you appreciate me, if you love me, if you want to thank me for solving problems - all the 'Amatriaín" stuff, the threats we have put up with and all of the knives - if you care about everything that has happened then get on that bike and gas it! Jorge, get on that Yamaha and race! That is how you can pay me back . . . and you owe me! I am the screen that tries to block everything and every blow aimed at you will deflect off my back. Everything else will be decided in court,' Marcos concludes.

The Spanish press is reporting that Dani Amatriain, former manager of MotoGP star Jorge Lorenzo - as well as 125/250GP riders Pol and Alex Espargaro - has been arrested. Sportspaper Marca states that Amatriain was arrested in Barcelona, venue for this weekend's Grand Prix of Catalunya, after making death threats against his former riders. Amatriain [...] is alleged to have demanded money from the riders during early morning phone calls and face to face meetings.

JL: The bad relationship between our managers, Alberto Puig and Dani Amatriaín, has definitely influenced our own [relationship]. I don't think it should ever have been that way because at the end of the day we are the ones getting on the bikes to race and the only things we should be worried about are opening the throttle and giving the thousands of fans watching the race something to enjoy. The fact is that Pedrosa doesn't see it like I do and he has taken sides to the point that it has made any kind of relationship impossible. ER: Are you saying that you have paid the price for the fight between Amatriaín and Puig? JL: I don't think I should have to pay for anything. I think people should show themselves for who they really are and my virtues are that I am honest, I speak the truth, and I accept the consequences of my actions and words. That and the fact I'm not influenced every five minutes by what one person or another says to me. It's like Joan Olivé. Before he was with Puig we knew each other quite well and we used to chat. We're friends again now but when he was with Puig he didn't even look at me! Julito Simon's the same. We used to be friends at the track - I followed his races and he followed mine, and I'd be happy for him when he did well. Since he signed with Alberto Puig he barely says 'Hi'. It's the same with his mechanics, they daren't even chat with other teams. That's the way it is! The same thing happens with Dani Pedrosa. The only time there's been any good feeling between us was at their happiest moment - when they won the 125cc title for the first time. Alberto Puig congratulated me for finishing third in Malaysia and asked how the race had been. They almost seemed like nice people! So in front of of the press I lifted Pedrosa's arm as the champion. It was the only time they have ever seemed prepared to open up to other people.

Jorge Lorenzo confirmed in Assen [2012] his separation from Marcos Hirsch, who until the last race managed the Mallorcan Yamaha rider. Hirsch had looked after the world championship leader's interests for more than 10 years, especially on the physical and mental side and had been fundamental in 2008, the year in which Lorenzo had several falls as soon as he arrived in MotoGP. Here is what the Majorcan said as reported by Motocuatro.com. “As you know, after almost ten years I broke up with Marcos. There wasn't any disagreement or anything like that. The truth is that I was lucky enough to work with three key people in my career, three people who helped me a lot, the first was my father, then Dani Amatriaín and finally Marcos. They helped shape me into a better person and driver. Marcos helped me a lot physically and mentally. We have been a very good team in recent years. He has handled large contracts. But now I felt I had to change something, what I had was not enough to take a further step. Mark was a manager of course, he was a manager who came for other reasons, he helped me a lot when I had personal and professional problems in 2008 but now I don't think he is the person who can make me grow again. Albert Valera is now my new representative. He will help me in relations with the sponsors and I hope that everything goes well to ensure that he becomes an even more complete driver."

Jorge Lorenzo’s former team manager Dani Amatriain has returned to racing, and formed “Team 99” with the help of his former rider [in 2013]. The “Team 99” will compete in the Spanish 80cc cup, and will field three young Spanish riders; Gino Navarro, Alex Toledo and Iker Vera in this seasons series. The former manager who has managed the likes of Jorge Lorenzo, Emilio Alzamora and Pol Espargaro to name a few, but the Spaniard broke away from Lorenzo and motorcycle racing back in 2008, and has since suffered personal problems. But he is now back where he is at his best, scouting at “grassroots” level of two wheeled racing. In a statement released today by Amatriain, he said; “The project is encouraging, these are very young riders with a great future ahead and I should emphasise that the collaboration with Jorge Lorenzo, with whom we share many happy moments from the beginning, when he was only 10 years old, and I am proud and grateful for. It’s a major challenge to move all my experience to these kids, after having gone through some very delicate moments and thankfully I can say that I am fully recovered.”

Regarding the rivalry between two great legends like Dani and Jorge, [Puig says] “There are these situations in life where you have to do something like that and then you do it.” “Maybe they even took him out of the professional field at the time, but I recently spoke with Dani Amatriain. He defended his interests, I defended mine. At that time there was less 'good-nature' than now. It was tougher, but there was less hypocrisy. Today, many people think things, but they don't say them so as not to stray from what is right or wrong."

In an interview given to the Tot Es Mou program on TV3, Jorge Lorenzo's first manager admitted that he entered the world of drug use during his time as a representative: “While I was competing I didn't use. As I began to develop more of a role as a businessman and representative, towards the end, due to the environment, friendships, I began to play with this. And this is so dangerous that it led me to total disaster.”

In his book, Amatriaín recounts chapter by chapter the phases of his addiction, matching them with the people and moments in his life in which they were happening. His eleven years with Jorge Lorenzo and his subsequent stage in the Barcelona nightlife after his painful breakup caused the most fragile moment of his life. A harsh story, although seen from the distance of time and without delving into each of those traumatic moments, which serves to convey how cocaine took away everything from him: "My family, my friends and, although it is not the most important thing for me, also reputation, money and social position.” "My decline until I hit rock bottom was straight out of a movie. When Jorge informed me of our separation and his intention not to attend to the resolution of the contract, I fell into the clutches of drugs absolutely," he says in his book. "I learned that when you have a problem, a lot of people disappear and you are left completely alone," he says.

Jorge Lorenzo and Dani Amatriaín

Tech 3 Yamaha A Certainty For 2008 (2007); War Of Words, Episode I: Lorenzo vs Pedrosa (2008); Lorenzo the Spartan of speed (2008); Jorge Lorenzo prescinde de su tutor, Dani Amatriain (2008); Jorge Lorenzo threatened by former manager? (2009); Jorge Lorenzo: My Story So Far (2010); Jorge (2010) MotoGP: Jorge Lorenzo confirms his "divorce" from Marcos Hirsch (2012); Dani Amatriain returns to racing (2013); Lorenzo's discoverer sees him back on the Ducati (2020); Alberto Puig: “Then everything was much harder, there was less hypocrisy” (2022); Dani Amatriaín, el manager que encumbró a Lorenzo, revela la grave enfermedad que padece (2024); Dani Amatriaín, el histórico manager que encumbró a Lorenzo: "La adicción tomó las riendas de mi vida" (2024)

#jorge lorenzo #dani pedrosa #//#jl99 #dp26 #tried to write the jorge/vale post and i ran into the stumbling block of 'jorge's life was also like. a mess during this time period'#so here. this is my 'jorge's life was also like. a mess during this time period' post #it's v long but i couldn't figure out how to split it up elegantly and. y'know. if you're going there you might as well go there properly #i don't have 'thoughts' on this as much as i have a kind of internal prolonged velociraptor screech #btw i have found a grand total of zero references to 'team 99' after 2013 so i can't imagine it really took off #partly it's included because it's an odd detail and partly because of the whole number thing...

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Podcast

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Summary: y/n talks life and all things motherhood in her best friends podcast

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Hello and welcome back to the simple life podcast my name is y/f/n and today we have y/n ricciardo with us. Firstly for those of you who don't know y/n has been my closest friend since highschool but also when i first started this podcast in 2020 if you have been listening since then the one person I've always been asked to have on is y/n and I finally managed to get her to come on y/f/n says laughing "you make it sound like I was avoiding coming on" y/n replied laughing. "Okay okay in all seriousness she's been itching to get on but she's never been in Perth long enough since covid the get the time but now she has plenty of time" y/ns friend replied back seriously

"So how have you been y/n" "I'm doing amazing lifes great at the moment it's slowed right down and we're just enjoying each moment as it comes I honestly feel like in the last couple of months we've been able to stop and take in the moment more. Also being back in perth has had its perks no doubt I love this place with everything I got"

"People will get mad if I don't ask this early on so how's daniel and baby Olivia doing" "Their both doing amazing olivias six months old and she's just loving life since we've been back in perth we take morning walks down to the beach as a family and her and daniel just love playing in the sand together. I love watching it because she's at the age where she's more in tune with what's going on and just seeing her and daniel interact is amazing"

"She's six months already it feels like just yesterday I was flying out to Monaco because you had gone into labour. Did she enjoy Christmas whats every day life like with a six month old " "Christmas in general was great we got to spend it with the whole family which we haven't been able to do since covid, Olivia was in her element opening her presents and I think she enjoyed it alot because her cousins were there so she had someone to play with. Yeh six months can you believe it myself and daniel are trying to soak everything in because she's growing to fast but I also like this stage because she's more aware of her surroundings too. Also she's got the biggest smile for everyone and this huge belly laugh that only daniel can seem to get her to do she's definitely her father's daughter" y/n says laughing

"On the topic of labor how was that" "it was tough don't get me wrong but I had daniel by my side every second which I was so grateful for and he's someone who can make me laugh even when I don't want to so looking back on it I was laughing through all of labor and delivery thanks to him I definitely couldn't have done it without him."

"How's your business going" "yeh it's going amazing we do hold little pop up shops every now and then and people love that too. There's a new collection coming out soon which I haven't told people about so I'm sure they will be excited by that"

"Any plans on giving Olivia a little brother or sister" "look we've both said it we would love more than one child but at the moment we so happy with life and she's only six months so maybe further down the line we'll try for another"

"I'll be hated if I don't ask this how did you and daniel meet its been what 18 years this year" " yeh 18 years, you know this story all to well because me and you talked to much in class I got moved next to the class clown who was also incredibly good looking. After weeks of him annoying me I finally gave in and went to get lunch with him. I never looked back since that day"

"When you were that young did you expect the two of you to still be together so many years later" y/n starts to laugh "definitely not I was a huge overthinker and I fell in love eith him quite early on but I knew Daniels plans to be an f1 driver and I had plans to go to college but we both knew wel over each other so we gave it a go and don't get me wrong long distance was really hard but it was so worthwhile. I don't regret any of it. I'm so thankful for everything I have in life especially daniel and olivia their both the light of my life and Daniels always been there for me and has helped me through so much"

"What's your take on life" "I like to just live in the moment cherish everything I have. I try not to worry because I know there's a solution to everything once I look for it"

"Quick fire round"

"Favourite flavour of ice cream"

"Mint chocolate chip"

"Farm life or city life"

"Farm life it's so much quieter"

"Mornings or nights"

"Morning person"

"Dogs or cats"

"Dogs"

"Favourite travel destination"

Iceland or Austin. Austin brings alot of fun but Iceland was where daniel proposed so its always gonna hold a special place in my heart"

"Thank you so much for coming on today y/n it's been a pleasure having you" " thank you for listening to me babble I hope everyone enjoys"

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Y/nricciardo I had the pleasure of speaking on @yourfriendsinstagram podcast about life and motherhood so please go check it out I promise its a good one

Dannyricfan Olivia sounds like the cutest child ever

Yourfriendsinstagram thanks so much for coming on

Y/nfann I love y/n so much

Dr3fann Daniels life with olivia and y/n sounds amazing

Dannyfann3 Only daniel can make olivia belly laugh 🥺🥺

Sorry I've been away for so long but I hope oyu guys enjoy and again as always send in your asks if you have any 🥰

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kasagia · 2 years

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Our little game pt. 3

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Thomas has been trying to mend your relationship all weeks leading up to the wedding. You must admit that he was a true, sweet gentleman, but… something was wrong. You didn't feel those butterflies (or moles as Kol used to say) in your stomach when you were close to him. You thought that maybe after bachelorette party and wedding you two would again get along with eachother and everyting will be fine. But drunk you had a completely different idea to solve this situation. Warning(s): smut mention, swearings, I used the thread from "Friends", I don't regret anything (I guess) Word count: 4,6k

*Two months later*

"I can't believe it has gone by so quickly, I feel like I just arrived in New Orleans." I said to the girls while we were putting on our dresses for the party.

"Yes. Me too. I feel like Elijah proposed to me yesterday, and now the four of us are going to my bachelorette party."

"Actually five. I invited Cami." Rebekah corrected Kath while fixing her makeup.

"Since when have you exactly been friends with Klaus' therapist?" I asked, not believing for a moment in her good intentions toward the bartender.

"Since she's trying to talk you out of the ridiculous idea of getting back with your ex."

"Hey! We all agree that we're not going to discuss that topic. Today is about Katherine. Only her."

"Take it easy, Y/N. We're just worried about you."

"There's no need, Katherine. I can take care of myself. Also, I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do with this mess around me. It's enough that the Mystic Falls gang put me on their blacklist a week ago. I don't need more complications."

Yes. Officially, Damon Salvatore has become my enemy because I refuse to help him bring Elena back from her "sleeping beauty state." At least Bonnie stayed my friend.

"Well, I saw both of you in that new restaurant. You two seemed quite enjoyable with your company." Rebekah snapped me out of my thoughts.

The original vampire spent the whole two months trying to force me to set up with her brother. It was getting pretty tiring to the point that I decided to avoid Klaus like the plague and not give the blonde a chance to put her plans into action. I loved her with all my heart, but I will not allow anyone to meddle in my affairs and try to set me on a particular path. Not even one of my best friends.

"Yeah, like one meeting was a declaration of true, unconditional love." I replied sarcastically, turning my attention back to my reflection in the mirror. I started putting on my makeup, being careful not to accidentally gouge my eye out with mascara. "Thomas and I spent half life with ourselves. It's obvious that we're feeling good together when we know each other better than anyone else."

"That's what we're all trying to tell you!" the woman snatched the mascara from my hand and turned to look at me in the eyes. "You don't love him anymore! He is like an old, favorite movie; you watch it because you have a soft spot for it, not because it brings you new, amazing emotions. You got used to having him around. And you're afraid that my brother will destroy your idea of loving Thomas. Even if it's obvious to everyone that you don't have any feelings for him. You fell for Nik, finally admit it to yourself!" she burst out, reproaching me again.

"Rebekah, enough. You're crossing the line." Freya stepped between us, wanting to reassure her little sister and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You want me to finally make a decision? Fine. Right after the wedding, I'm going back to Thomas. You don't have to wish me luck. I already know I'll be very happy with him." I replied, staring furiously at the blonde over Freya's shoulder.

"You have to be joking?! Seriously? Are you doing it just to spite me?"

"I'll meet you all downstairs. I promised to call Tom before we went out all night." I said, ignoring Rebekah's angry look at me.

I left the room quickly before any of the vampires (or the witch) could stop me, heading for the only place I could get some privacy.

Klaus' art studio.

The guys had already left the mansion an hour ago, teasing Katherine that they would make one last effort to find someone better for Elijah before she "ringed him with a golden muzzle," so I was sure no one would find me there. Who would have guessed I was hiding in the "cave" of a big bad wolf?

I was walking in a dark room, lit only by the moonlight. I took my phone out of my dress pocket and dialed Tom's number. I put the device to my ear, staring at the unfinished painting on the easel. Klaus must have been pretty pissed while painting it. I hadn't even seen so much intense red when the hybrid returned covered in blood from one of his "preventive missions."

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice snapped me out of my thoughts about the original.

"Hi." I replied with a little smile, sitting on the piano opposite the easel. Klaus went all out designing his studio.

"Hello, honey. Are you going out with the girls?"

"Yes. So don't bother calling; I won't answer, and even if I do, I doubt I'll be in a good condition." I replied jokingly, smiling wider as I heard his laugh.

"Ha ha. You know what they say: You are the truest version of yourself after alcohol."

"Is this your way to tell me that you're waiting on a drunken love confession from me? It isn't quite romantic, don't you think?"

"I don't care about it as long as it's true." I smiled. I wanted to respond to his taunt, but I froze in place as I saw someone's all-too-familiar blue eyes in the darkness of the studio. As our gazes met, he went out from the shadow and stood right in front of me. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, Tommy." Klaus wrinkled his nose at the "cute" diminutive.

"Have a good time, honey. Don't drink too much or I'll have to pick you up." before I could answer, Klaus snatched the phone from my hand.

"You don't have to worry about her. She will be in my excellent care, Timon," he said maliciously before aggressively hanging up.

"Seriously? Don't you have a brother to drink up instead of messing with my boyfriend? By the way, his name isn't Timon."

"Your boyfriend?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head. "Since when? If I remember correctly, he left you for like... two years ago?"

"So what? You're not better at all."

"Unlike him, I was interested in your fate, love."

"Sending your minions to follow my every move is stalking, not caring. And stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, turning towards the exit, but the hybrid blocked my way as usual. The look of displeasure on his face instantly made me feel much better.

"They didn't follow you... most of the time. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and you're not putting yourself in unnecessary danger for the sake of those imbeciles."

"Did you know that there is an ancient gadget called the telephone? You could have checked for yourself if I was alive."

"You changed your number." I blushed at my stupidity. He was right. Right after breaking up with Tom, my phone suffered minor damage due to my sudden emotions and relative lack of control over my magic. I just don't know why it hurt so much that he couldn't text me. It's not like I've been waiting for his call all these years... right?

"Well, we can't go back in time and change that anyway. There's no point in dwelling on it." I finally replied, looking away from him to hide my true feelings.

The man wouldn't let me get away from him so easily. His left hand went to my chin, forcing me to look again into his blue eyes, which gradually began to give way to his night-black pupils.

"So that's it? You want to go back to him as if nothing happened? Like I didn't send you a thousand bloody letters to beg you for a little piece of your attention like a desperate fool, that I am every single time you look at me!" he exploded.

His jaw was clenched in anger, and his other hand was clenched so tightly that it seemed to me that droplets of blood were dripping from it. But my stupid brain could only process one goddamn thing in this improbable situation.

"Letters? What letters?"

"Oh, don't play with me like this, love…" he tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he made any step towards the exit.

"Klaus, what letters? I didn't get anything from you since you went." I asked, searching his face for any explanation.

"Don't lie to me. It's even beneath you." he replied contemptuously.

A red light went on in my head. The son of a bitch had no right to walk into my already messy life with his fucking shoes and accuse me of whatever shit he fancied. This is exactly what caused my agitation. Not the hostile look I couldn't take from him.

"Beneath me? How can you tell if something is in "my type" or not?! You don't even fucking know me!" his jaw tightened. In the next second, he pushed me into a wall and put his hands on both sides of my head. His eyes were enraged, mad, and... passionate.

"I know you better than myself. I spent months admiring you in the shadows until you decided that I was curious enough to be noticed by you. It took you a bloody year to warm up to me and to treat me like something more than a monster. And when we were apart… I've never missed anyone as much as I have missed you in the thousand years I've lived. You told me here months ago that you would be the one to burn me. You were too stubborn to admit our connection that much, that you, love, didn't notice I was already burned by you a long time ago."

"You're lying. You wouldn't even have come up with that stupid excuse if Thomas hadn't shown up. You want me to lose my chance at happiness, don't you? The moment I trust you, you'll stab me in the back for your own amusement."

"Is your beloved ex-boyfriend, as I would like to point out, clouding your mental clarity so much?"

"Maybe he's my ex, but unlike some people, he really cares about me, not my power."

"Did he? Because if I had a chance, which you gave him, I would never, ever leave you. Not even if I could rule all of this damn world."

"Please, it's impossible that you could truly love…" he cut me off, pulling my face closer to his lips to shut me up by kissing me.

I imagined that moment so many times in my head, but nothing conveyed the true feeling of his lips on mine.

I moaned as he bit my lips and opened a way into my mouth like that. His treacherous tongue slipped inside like a snake, catching mine in his snare.

The sounds of brushes and paints falling were my only warning before he grabbed me around the waist, set me down on the table, and made me his height to (surely) kiss me dead.

The moment one of his hands started wandering toward the zipper of my dress, making me shiver every time his fingers touched my exposed skin, was a time when the warnings of my mind shouted over the dark, hidden desire of my foolish heart.

*SLAP!*

My hand left a small red mark on his left cheek for a while before his vampire power healed it. He slowly turned his head towards me, with his own hand on the place I slapped him, shocked that I (a little, mortal witch) was that dumb-brave to do this.

I breathed heavily as I stared into his impenetrable oceanic iris.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because I… you… we can't…" He leaned his head down toward mine so that our noses were touching. Our lips were disconcertingly close for me to express any logical thought that wasn't related to HIM.

"Y/N!! We're going to be late! Hurry up!" Katherine's voice made me jump out of the hybrid's embrace, scared of what might have happened in the art room if she hadn't interrupted us.

Before I left the room, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I fell straight into his chest. His second hand grabbed around my waist, making sure I wouldn't go before he stopped talking.

"Have your fun, love. We'll continue this discussion when you return." he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Y/N! What could possibly be taking so long?!"

"We have nothing to discuss." I growled, yanking myself out of his grip, and went out without even looking at him.

I need vodka or I'll completely lose my mind.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ha ha, I can't believe it!" I was laughing so hard when Rebekah finished her story about Klaus and Elijah running from bees when they were humans.

"I swear to you, they came out of the river drenched as ducks, only to meet some "huge and terrifying wild beast" and roll in the mud to let him lose their scent. They screamed like little girls as he approached them and growled at them. Kol was bursting with laughter, but in the end our mother's old fur fell off him and he had to run away from them."

"All right! How do I look?" Katherine emerged from the dressing room, making an impressive turn in front of us to present her dress (not a particularly successful one, given how much alcohol we had consumed).

"I like it, but you look much better in your real wedding dress." Freya commented as she adjusted Cami's fake veil.

Yes. All five of us decided to put on white dresses and continue our evening dressed like this. I have no fucking idea how it happened.

"I know where we should go next!" Rebekah screamed, threw my legs off her and got off the couch. She ran over to Katherine, showing her something on her phone and whispering conspiratorially. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of champagne.

Freya snatched the bottle from my hand, handing it to Cami. The barmaid drank the rest of its contents and sat down next to me. I put my head on her lap so she could comb my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling a little relaxed for the first time in weeks. The quiet whispers of the vampires in the background and the slow, calming movements of the blonde's hand were a wonderful sleep aid.

"Don't fall asleep, sleeping princess! We're going dancing." an enthusiastic Rebekah nudged me gently on the arm, trying to pull me out of my own world.

"Dancing? Where?" I asked, opening one eye to look unconvinced at the blonde.

"You will see. Come on, the night is still young, and we're not drunk enough." the vampire grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to the waiting limousine.

The five of us drank chilled champagne from the limousine in seconds, continuing to talk nonsense until we were at the door of the club Rebekah wanted to take us to.

If I had seen its name better, maybe I would have realized that this is the same place the guys went to celebrate Elijah's bachelor party, and maybe what happened later that night wouldn't have happened at all.

But we all went inside and lost each other in a sea of other people.

I looked around the crowd until I saw a familiar face at the bar. Instantly, my heart warmed, and the unreasonable desire to approach him overcame the rational side of my brain. I ran towards him, doing my best not to step on the white dress. Without knowing why, the people around me immediately let me through, so I didn't have to push through them.

"Nikkie!" I screamed when I saw the hybrid. I made a few steps toward him, and I fell into his arms, tripping over my fake wedding dress. I could hear Kol chuckling in the background. "I've missed you, love."

"You know I can get you two married at any moment, brother? Just say a word."

Kol took his beer from the bar as I leaned dangerously close to him, threatening to accidentally spill the alcohol down my dress. Klaus held me closer to him so that I wouldn't wobble from side to side, checking to make sure my drunken walk towards them didn't injure me in the process.

"Shut up, Kol. She's drunk."

"Hey! I'm not drunk, but you're ridiculously hot when you're mad." I giggled as I cupped his face and kissed a crease between his eyebrows. "And so sweet when you're confused." I said, chuckling after he gave me an incredulous look.

"The offer is still valid." a vampire muttered under his breath, teasing his brother.

"For bloody hell, Kol, I'm not gonna marry her!" he growled at him. Suddenly, I felt very sad. Tears came to my eyes from nowhere.

"No? Why? You don't love me?" I asked, sobbing. His eyes immediately fell on my weeping form in pure panic. Nik gently pulled me to him and cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb as he looked at me softly.

"Yes, Nikkie, don't you love her?" Kol interrupted our moment, much to Klaus' annoyance and anger.

"If you want to live to see tomorrow, get out of my sight. Now."

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the crowd of others. His eyes softened as he looked at my tear-stained face.

"Love, why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away my tears.

"Because you don't love me at all!" he sighed, hugging me tighter and kissing my head tenderly.

"Of course I love you." he whispered timidly into my hair.

"You do?" I moved away from him, placing my hands on his chest so that I could hold onto his body the whole time while looking into his eyes.

"It's impossible not to, love. Can we go home now?"

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

"Y/N. You're drunk, just come with me and…" I cut him off by catching his stupid, beautiful lips in a kiss.

At first, he stayed there, shocked, not even making the slightest move. I got a little irritated after a while, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer, biting his lower lip until it bled. I moaned in a kiss, as I could feel his sweet, addictive blood on my tongue. Without knowing why, I felt "the alcohol mist" in which I found myself begin to slowly leave my body. In the next moment, that annoying man finally started to respond to my affection. His arms were all around me, reaching into every part of my body.

In an attempt to regain control, his lips began chasing mine. We fought with each other, giving all our hidden passion, anger, and frustration into that kiss. But it still wasn't enough for me. And he knew this.

"Don't be such an asshole and stop teasing." I groaned, breaking away from him for a moment.

"Never." he whispered against my lips, skillfully avoiding mine.

"For the love of God! Kiss me right or…" I moaned as he interrupted my threat by biting into the sensitive skin of my neck.

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

I gasped, pulling his hair with one hand and grabbing his muscular shoulder with the other. After a few minutes, he pulled away from my neck and kissed me again, this time complying with my request. During our demanding kiss, I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck to my chest. The wound closed in a matter of seconds.

I summoned my magic to teleport us to his room. More specifically, his bed. I started to rip off his shirt so as not to interrupt our kissing session. But hybrid has other plans.

He pulled away from my bruised, tingling lips and grabbed my hands just as I was about to get to the waistband of his pants.

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

"No. We can't. Not like that." he sighed as I started to bite and make hickeys on his neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

"Don't act like you didn't dream of it. Like you don't wanna feel my hot, naked body on yours. Like you don't wanna drink from me while fucking me and leaving marks on all of me to make it clear to everyone that I'm yours." I whispered against the skin of his neck.

"Y/N. Stop." he growled, pushing me away from him when he felt my hand dangerously close to his pants' fly.

"Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finally get this damn feeling out of our system!"

"That's not how it works and you well know that."

"God! Why do you always have to make things so hard for me?!" I started gathering my things, intending to leave the refusing-me hybrid.

"Where are you going?!"

"To Tom! Maybe he will be a man and fuck me, if you don't want." I found myself instantly in his strong embrace. He was breathing rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his blue irises were almost impossible to see. He desired me. If he wanted me too, then why didn't he use his chance?

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

"Let me go. I wasted enough time for you." I groaned as I tried to break free from his grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I asked, lifting my head in challenge.

"Because you're MINE. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fucked from your mind every single thing that isn't me. We belong to each other. And you hate it. So much so that you can't accept the feelings that are between us. This is why you gonna go back to my bed and sleep by my side so I can make sure you're not going to do something incredible stupid tonight."

"Don't act like a protective boyfirend, if you don't care about me." I choked out, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't look me in the eye and instead places small kisses on my face.

"You stupid woman, don't you see how much I've already done for you just to keep you safe and happy?"

"You wanna make me happy? You wanna satisfy me? You wanna make sure I'm only yours? Then shut up and finally let it happen." I kissed him, pushing him on his back, so I could sit on him.

I started to strip myself, looking straight at him. His chest rose and fell at the speed of light, black pupils completely replacing his blue irises. I take a moment to appreciate his tattoo and kiss every flying bird.

"Lie that you love me." he said, after turning us so I was under him.

"It wouldn't be a lie." I thought as he kissed his way to my underwear.

"I know it's part of your game. Just... pretend for a moment you really feel something for me Y/N."

"It's not a game anymore. And since our first meeting, I have felt for you... everything."

"You win." he said, kissing me with all of his desire for me, and trying to get any response out of me.

"You win.'" I thought, letting myself get lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. "And I'm fucking terrified of it."

~•♤♤♤•~

Consciousness begins to slowly return to my battered, relaxed body. I sighed, snuggling into something warm and cozy beneath me. I put my head in a more comfortable position and took a breath of the amazing perfume.

Klaus' perfume.

I froze in place, afraid to make any move. After a few minutes, I finally decided to hesitantly open my eyes and lift my head slightly.

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

With my brain overheating from the new information, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the unconscious hybrid. He looked so... innocent when he slept. And carefree, even blissfully, judging by his gentle smile, which I could see despite the darkness in the room.

The disheveled hair on his head only made him even hotter. It was also helped by the fact that I was probably the perpetrator of his messy look.

I tried to slowly put myself out of his arms to get the phone, but Klaus instantly held me closer when he felt from his sleep my littlest move. I carefully placed my head back on his chest. I let myself hear his beating heart and smell his addictive perfume for the moment.

Curiously, I looked around his room, enjoying as much as I could of what little peace I had left before my partner woke up. For a moment, I could imagine that Klaus was my boyfriend, we led a dull, safe life together devoid of anything supernatural. Hope lives with Hayley for a week, with us for the second, his family comes over once a month for dinner together. And above all, no one wants to kill us, we have no enemies from whom we must defend our loved ones. Maybe we'd even get married and have children of our own?

Married.

Wedding.

"OH MY GOD! Klaus! Hey. Nik. We have to get up, or we'll be late for the wedding! Oh, come on! You can't sleep that hard! Niklaus!" I screamed. I tried to pull his arm to wake him up, but his eyes were still closed. "If you don't wake up, I'll smear your room with all those expensive paints you have."

"Shh, five more minutes, love." he mumbled, turning on his side and pinning me to his bed with his arm. He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my hair.

"Katherine is going to kill me if we miss her wedding." I said in panic, unknowingly brushing his hair with my fingers.

"I won't let her do this." he tightened his grip on me, still in his semi-conscious state. "You might as well not mention her name in my bed."

"Klaus, I'm serious. Move. We have to get together."

"Vile woman, have you no pity on me?"

"Not even a little. Now get off me, you're heavy." I moaned under him, trying to move his body.

"I have a better idea of how to spend the day than being at my brother's wedding with the devil. I think you'll like it too. Last night, you did. Very much, considering the moans of my name coming out of your beautiful, alluring mouth."

"Yeah… talking about last night. It doesn't change anything, right? I mean… we're… we not…"

I stopped as he placed his head close to mine so he could lick up the dried blood from my neck. This man would be my death.

"Penny for your TRUE toughts?" he whispered against my neck, pulling away from it to look into my eyes.

"I just..."

"Yhm?" he leaned closer to my lips, but before he could kiss me, I pushed him off me and off the bed, sending him crashing to the floor. I took the opportunity to wrap myself in his duvet, running into the hybrid's bathroom before he recovered from my unexpected move.

"Dress up. We have to be there in 10 minutes. Don't forget the wedding rings!" I screamed, knowing full well that he would hear me through the closed door even if I was whispering. I listened for a moment, standing perfectly still, until I heard his grumpy mumbling and footsteps walking away.

With a sigh, I leaned against the door, sliding myself down to the floor. Memories of last night started to slowly come back to my mind, including his half-drunk "I love you."

What the hell have I done?

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From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

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Thank god for a friend sending me a Pike edit. I almost forgot to post this today. Mainly because I’m going away next week & I have a mini plan in place. So let’s see where they are this month.

Synopsis:- It’s your anniversary & you report back to the diary on your special day.

Work count:- 1100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, pleasure, stimulation, alcohol. This is much shorter & less smuttier than the other chapters but I don’t think it needed to be long. Creepy guy who doesn’t accept no consent, but consent is used for the rest of it.Remember this is in a diary format.

Thanks as always for the read & feedback peoples I hope you enjoy.

I know Marcus spoils me but then there was yesterday. It was our anniversary.

I tell you the story every year diary. How there was a creep who wouldn’t take no for an answer, who was drunk & tried to grope me. I said I’d had a boyfriend as I walked past a table of guys & this red flag man almost followed me into the ladies. Next thing I knew Marcus was standing behind me rubbing my hand saying baby, it’s our anniversary come dance with me. He had a message on his phone so only I could read it, saying he worked for the government & would keep me safe. To make it look real to the creep, we kissed tenderly (with consent of course) & made sure we danced close or were near each other all night & I thought I would never see the hero man again. I didn’t get his number or his surname all I knew was he was called Marcus. But 3 days later, red roses arrived at my apartment, that I shared at the time with 3 friends, asking if I wanted to meet up in a week or a years time for our anniversary. & the rest is history.

We didn’t need to book the day off either of us. It was a Saturday, means we can chill today too. I woke up to his kisses as he was my big spoon, his erection pressing into my lower back & his hand once he knew I was awake, strumming my clit. I moaned away, feeling his affection & love as he pleasured me. I moan was low as he plundered me. Every inch feeling exquisite, he likes me when I completely give into him in bed & when he came the beguiled look on his face was wonderful.

Then I made breakfast. His favourite avocado on toast. I can’t stand it but he says I do something really good with the toast. I don’t, it’s just normal toast, but he ate that down, like a man who hadn’t eaten in months.

As he was in the shower the door bell rang & there was my bunch of red roses, with the same note as every year, dinner in a week or a year. I sniffed them before I felt his arms around me to sniff my air. Whispered words escaping his lips.

“I’ll always be here for you baby, I love you”

We then went for a walk, not to far. The park about 4 blacks away. It wasn’t too cold or breezy. A jumper or light jacket was fine for us. I tried to listen to our conversation but my mind was busy thinking how many times he was stroking my knuckles, that fat flat thumb gliding across. Me thinking of all the other places his fingers & thumbs go when he wants me at his mercy.

We got a coffee & cake by the cafe, which was when I decided to give him his anniversary gift… he cried… he cried a lot. I cried too. The way he held me & then kissed me looking down at the gift diary, it would make even the darkest hearts melt. I know he loves me but I’ve never seen a man look quite so happy & filled with love in all of my life. I told you last week diary about this, it’s now a secret for you me & Marcus.

Then we went home & had decided this year to not go out for fancy dinner for our anniversary but to go to the new cinema down the road. They do dinner before hand, simple food & you eat & drink in your seats & then once the food is cleared away the first half of the film starts & then at the interval you get desert & snack & then you watch the second half. All classic films. As we do both love movies we thought this would be a cool way to spend our evening.

Marcus salivated over every mouthful of his burger & chips. I sat there eating my macaroni cheese with bacon. He used that large thumb to get the mess off my face as it dripped.

“Always making a mess my love ”

“I just like you taking care of me” I replied as I sipped my drink. His beer is almost empty, but we were topped up as our food was cleared. We had the best seat in the cinema

3 rows from the back in a little sofa bang splat in the middle. Room for me to scooch up into the sofa once I had taken my shoes off & rest my head in Marcus shoulder as the film started.

“I’m guessing you’re comfortable baby” he said as he moved the stray hair off my face.

“More than comfortable” I giggle, my hand stroking his thigh as the Shawshank redemption started. The way he held me as we watched. Other than the noise in the screen I could hear his heart beat softly thudding. Each touch from his hand stroking down my bare arms was magical. Like we were just starting to date all over again. This was my perfect moment nothing could beat this. When the interval did come we decided on no deserts just extra popcorn for us both, always a spare bucket so we can mix our sweet & salted.

The film was fantastic, I mean it’s Shawshank, when isn’t it. We then got into a taxi & he peppered my neck with kisses.

“Only you, my Angel, only you” he moaned into my ear.

“Oooh Marcus”

We got back home & went straight to bed. Marcus delicately taking off every item of my clothing, humming before his mouth latched on to my nipple. My body still trembles for him, & as he laid me down & slowly edged his way inside me as I gasp his eyes softened.

“This is the most perfect moment of my life baby” Marcus said as he started to find his rhythm. He was extra slow patient & seductive tonight. “I never want things to change”

“They won’t Marcus, I love you too much to even want to think about anything else”

“Me & you forever”

“No, even longer”

I don’t know what time it was we fell asleep, but the sweat on his chest tasted good as I snuggled into him. He might have been calm & slow but that just meant more pleasure from my man.

Oooh diary, I wonder if this time next year if Marcus & I will celebrate our anniversary in the same magical way. Only time will tell.

October

#marcus pike fanfics #pedro pascal #fanfic #my fics #smutt #no minors #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #over18 #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #marcus pike fan fic #marcus pike fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal universe #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fic #marcus pike

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random-thought-depository · 7 months

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I got "Tumblr is a hook-up app" to work for me! Yesterday I saw a post written by a trans woman saying she wanted to find male partners she could trust to see her as a woman but who might enjoy calling her a boy as a kind of sexual play, I offhandedly made a reply saying that I think I might be able to give her what she wants, the OP replied to me suggesting I approach her the next time I was in her area, apparently I might be able to give her something she finds really hot but doesn't get very often. That was not something I was expecting, but was a very pleasant surprise! A few rounds of DMing later and me and her have arranged a meeting for casual sex in June, when she already had plans to visit the approximate area I live in.

I asked her if it was OK if I posted about this and she said yes.

I was worried she might be put off when I disclosed that I'm a virgin, but it turned out she's OK with that. So, assuming all goes well, I've basically got an appointment to lose my virginity in three months! OMG SQUEE!

She's post-vaginoplasty/SRS. :dazzled heart-eyes:

If you're a pre-op/non-op trans woman reading this I don't mean to insult your body type, I just have a preference for partners with vulvas/vaginas (preference as in "all else being equal I am pretty sure I'd enjoy sex with a person with this feature more," it isn't a requirement for me to be attracted to somebody) and am happy that a person who wants to have sex with me has a body type congruent with this preference.

I wrote here that one of the biggest things I don't have and would like is an erotic life that sometimes involves having sex with one or more other people, lately to try to fix that I have resolved to try to be less timid about expressing sexual and romantic interest, and it looks like that's starting to pay off!

I spent yesterday evening in a better mood than I can remember being in in years. I've been wondering if I have depression or something but what I experienced yesterday made me wonder if my melancholy is mostly or entirely just shit life syndrome.

Tonight I will have a chicken katsu take-out meal for dinner, because it's the closest thing I can conveniently get to katsudon and the association of katsudon with victory is pleasing in this context.

Anyway, I generally had a really good day yesterday. When I was at the polling place to vote I ended up having a nice conversation with a college student who was ahead of me in the line. It started with me noticing her playing with a stim toy, asking if I could try it a little, and saying I'd never seen an autism symptom list I didn't see myself in, and we ended up comparing experiences of neurodivergence.

It would have been better if the election results were better, in particular I'm unsurprised but disappointed that Barbara Lee didn't get more votes, I had the good fortune to get to vote for her and she deserved to win IMO.

#about me #TMI warning #maybe autistic

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silverwolf-108 · 2 years

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Yandere Ghost x Fem!Reader x Yandere König

Two Predators and One Prey Pt.2

Summary: Your stuck with the predators for a month and your carrying their children. You manage to break free from them and finally had freedom. About few years later, you and your kids are having a normal life, but the normal life is taken away from you.

Warning: Violence, obsessive behavior, blood, kidnapping

You stare through the window watching the snowflakes come down. You place your hands on your swollen belly, yes, your carrying the predators children. You can’t let your children see you be captivated by them.

You sigh heavily rubbing your swollen belly ‘Don’t worry my kids, mommy will get us out.’ You pull out your phone from your pocket make a quick text. You look at the window and see Ghost and König are almost coming from their duty to find woods for the fire place.

You hurry to your and the predators share bedroom. You slip your phone into the pillow, grab the book from the nightstand and pretend to read. You look over from your book meeting them standing of the open door.

You put the book on the nightstand then open your arms wide letting them to cuddle you. König sat on your right side and Ghost sat on your left side placing their hands on your swollen belly.

“I’ll go cook dinner.” Ghost left the bedroom heading to the kitchen. You hid the smirk knowing what he’s gonna do. Yesterday you found sleeping powder you found in the hidden book shelf, when two of them aren’t home you put a little sprinkle of sleeping powder in all ingredients so they cook then eat then go to sleep. That is your plan to escape from them.

All of you sat on the kitchen, you told them your not hungry because you had a snack from pregnancy craving and you couldn’t help it. They understood and Ghost wrap your plate leaving it on the counter.

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You sat up on the bed watching them sleeping between you, you took a deep breath held your hands and slap their faces. They didn’t wake up. You cheer from the inside slowly get off from the bed, you grab the duffel bag from under the bed swung it on your side and head to the front.

You deactivate the security from the keypad using your hacking skills and head outside. You meet a man waiting for you outside, he wave his hand at you from inside his truck. You hurry in and drove off. “Thank you so much Mike.” The man nod his head.

“No problem, glad your alright. Can’t believe those punks keep you inside the cage.” You sigh heavily “Yeah, glad they didn’t notice I had a friend who always got my back.” You and Mike are friends, well secret friends because both of you work together and your captors didn’t notice. After you got captured by them, you wait for the time and now here you are. Your freedom.

“So… where I do take you? Somewhere safe from them.” Mike ask. You look through the car window watching the stars from the sky and said in monotone “Take me to the airport… I’m going to live in France so I can be far away from them. And call my parents and explain everything please.” Mike nod his head.

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3 Years Later

“Mommy! Look! We got you flowers!” You look away from the book your reading and see your young twins held flowers in front of you. You smile at them “They’re so beautiful, I’ll treasure them.” You grab the flowers and they smile at you heading downstairs to hang out your parents.

You sigh softly that it had been few years after escaping from your predators. Your parents stay with you in Paris after they got a call from Mike. They’re both happy and shock seeing you back in the airport. So they made their decision to stay with you in France after Mike explain everything about you. Now you never see those soldiers ever again.

You place the flowers on the table heading downstairs to meet your parents are cooking for dinner and your kids are helping them. Your mother notice you “Hey sweetie! Dinner almost ready.” You smile at her and join in to help them.

All of you begin eating while having a conversation. After that you tuck your kids to bed and help your parents to clean dishes. You head to your bedroom and your parents head to guest room. You check on your kids before heading to bed and see them sleep peacefully. You smile at them and head to your bedroom to get some sleep.

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You jump in surprise hearing two pair of footsteps from downstairs. You grab your silent gun and dagger from your drawer and hurry downstairs. You heard the two voices coming from the kitchen. You lean on the wall slowly take a peek from behind the wall.

Your eyes widen in shock meeting two familiar man’s. It’s your predators. And front of them are your dead parents laying on the floor and their body’s are torn apart. You held your silent gun at Ghost that his back is facing you and shot him on the shoulder. You hurry from your hiding spot and hide behind the couch.

You heard Ghost groan from the shot and hear König voice. “Mein Leibe, come out, there’s nowhere to hide.” His tone sound dark and it made your spine shiver hearing his tone. You peek behind the couch and you don’t see him.

Suddenly the couch was push forward and you were grab from behind. You look over meeting König held your shirt from behind and glare at you. Ghost came out from the kitchen and see his shoulder is patch up.

You swung your dagger at König face but he grab it and throw it away. You held the gun in front of his face but Ghost grab your wrist squeezing it causing you to let go the gun.

“How?… how did you punks found me?” You growl. “We had our ways, now your coming with us. But first… where our kids?” Ghost growl. You were to say something but you heard childish voice.

“Mommy… what’s going on? Who are those guys?” Your son, Jason. “What’s going on mommy?” Your daughter, Saline. They both yawn and look at Ghost and König.

Ghost walk toward them slipping his mask up to reveal his face in front of the kids. “Don’t you dare touch them.” Ghost scoff from your words. He knees down front of them “Hey kids, I’m your father.” They titled their heads confused.

“Your our father? But mommy told us you and that man who is our second daddy are in war and died.” Jason tell him. König place you down and quickly held you in bridal style holding you tightly from escaping. He walk toward the kids “Well your mommy kept it a secret. The reason your mommy lied to you is that she want to surprise you once the time has come.” He lied.

“Is that right darling?” He glare at you. You shiver from his glare and look at your kids “Y-Yes! It’s suppose to be a surprise for your guys birthday and it seems the surprise came early. You see their boss call me and told me they’re alive so they be home on your birthday.” The twins look at you and their fathers.

“So… it’s suppose to be a surprise for our birthday and they came early?” You nodded at them. They widen their eyes and in their eyes sparkle. “Daddy’s!!!” They jump into Ghost arms.

Ghost put them down and grab you in his arms from König letting him hug them next. “You think you escape from us? Your going nowhere. You and the kids are staying with us.” Ghost whisper to your ear. Your body started to shake as fear came into you.

“Alright kids, listen we’re going some place to live.” König tell them. “Really? Let’s go wake up grandma and grandpa.” “Don’t worry, I already greet them and told them about you two and mommy that we’re staying in America. Now let’s get your stuff.” He head upstairs with them.

“Please… let me go and my kids.” You whimper “You mean our kids. And your friend Mike, we found out about him and kill him so he won’t save you now.” Ghost scoff. He captured your lips in his ignoring your whimper. “Ghost! We’re done.” He broke the kiss away look over the stairs see König and the kids coming downstairs and in his hands hold the twins backpacks.

All of you head outside and went into the truck that park front of your house. You sat on the middle seat from the back and the kids sleep on your both sides laying their heads on your thighs. You look at the soldier sitting on the front seat as the truck drove off.

You sigh in defeat that your freedom is defeat and gone. Now your stuck with them along with your kids. “Y/n, once we go to our new home, your going to have a bad punishment.” Both of them said in dark tone and it’s making you scared. Now your living your worst nightmare with them.

#cod x y/n #cod mw2 #könig mw2 #yanderekönig #yandere simon riley #yandere call of duty #cod x you

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