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A Little Birdie Told Me - Chapters 4/4 | 11k | ao3 | agent reader, reader owns a bird, awkward crushes, office romance, checkmate setting.
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Kiss Me Deadly - 1 chapter | 900 words | kiss prompt | adrenaline kiss, angst, bar fights, agent reader.
WIPS 🕸️˚₊🕷₊˚🕸️˙
Adrian x fem! reader:
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Fandom: Peacemaker characters x reader (any gender I pretty much write fem but happy writing gn and male just specify in the request) Also open to peacemaker character x characters
Feel free to ask if you have something else, if I'm not comfortable writing your request I'll let you know privately 🩵
Current queue/drafts (please note: I write on vibes and multiple wips at a time so the order isn't set. I try to do first come first served but if a prompt gets me in the mood to write a longer fic it might take a lil longer. Ty 🖤)
Adrian x reader (single mom reader, fluff)
John x reader (chronic pain reader, comfort fic)
Adrian x reader (hybrid reader, lioness hybrid reader) I got two similar prompts and will use both thank you anons!!
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Summary: Your neighbour agreed to come and talk to your kindergarten classroom - it goes about as well as you expect.
Reader is a kindergarten teacher ✌🏻
Tags: reader has a name, crack treated seriously
AN: Yes, Jack works nights, no I'm not sure how this will work, but it's just a bit of fun!
Tag List: @chase-me-round @femkillz @sossinee @call-me-doll8811
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"Timmy! Out of your mouth!" You shout, hurrying over to grab the marble from his hand. "Marbles are for playing, buddy, not for eating."
Timmy stares up at you, blue eyes bright as he nods, "sorry," he mumbles, and you place the marble back into his hand, watching him place it into the marble run - which is honestly pretty damn impressive and Karim lets out an excited shriek as it runs through the pinwheel.
"Kat?" Miss Yasmin calls, and you glance over towards the counter where she's standing. "Our guest is here."
"Oh," shit was it that time already? "Right," you laugh, "hands on top!"
"That means stop," a chorus of voices rings out, as you take a sip of your lavender matcha, promptly choking as you turn back to see Jack standing in the doorway.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice asks, tugging at your shirt.
"Yes," you cough, "everyone get to your carpet spots," you clap your hands, "we have a guest!"
Excited chatter rings out around you as students scurry onto the carpet.
"Is that your dad?"
"No, honey -"
"Is he your husband?" Ruby cooes.
"No!" Jaspreet snaps, "Miss Moore isn't married!"
"Okay," you flush, glancing at Jack, who's watching the exchange with an amused look on his face. "This is my friend Dr. Abbot."
"He's not a doctor," Timmy snickers, "he's a soldier!"
You sigh, giving Yasmin a tired look.
"Let's all show our best listening!" Yasmin calls, and you drop into your chair next to the white board.
"Can we show our new friend Dr. Abbot our affirmations?" You take a deep breath, "I am brave and strong," you raise your arms, like a body builder, "I make good choices, I am kind, I am caring," you give yourself a hug, smiling as your students follow along, "I am smart, I am confident, I am a good friend!" You give a thumbs up, feeling Jack watching you, "I learn and grow every day! Now, turn to your neighbour, and say, I'm glad you're here!" You give the kids a moment to greet their friends, watching them give each other's high fives and hugs.
"Who remembers what we talked about yesterday?"
"Helpers in our community!"
"Yes!" You nod, leaning forward, "on Tuesday we had Dr. Schneider visit, to tell us all about being a dentist, and Adam's Dad came to talk about being a -"
"Garbage man!" Adam declares proudly.
You glance at Jack, "you ready?"
"As I'll ever be," he jokes, and you push yourself to your feet, biting your lip, as he moves past you, and goddamn he looks good.
You'd expected him to wear his scrubs - like you'd seen him in the handful of times you met while he getting home and you were leaving. You didn't expect him in full uniform, and you swallow as your stomach does a funny little thing as he takes a seat.
The chair creaks, and silence falls over the group of five year olds as they look up at him.
"So, uh, Miss Moore asked me to come talk to you today about being a doctor," he shifts, pulling his backpack from his shoulder. "Who here has been to the doctor?" A handful of kids shyly raise their hands.
He reaches into his backpack, pulling out his stethoscope. "Does anyone know what this is?"
"It's a stemnascope!" Ruby calls out, "I have one, but mine is pink!"
"Oh," Jack nods, eyes crinkling as he smiles, "do you know what your stemnascope is for?"
Ruby quirks her head, "nothing. It's plastic."
You bite back a laugh, intentionally avoiding Yasmin's gaze as Jack laughs.
"What about a real stethoscope?"
"I dunno."
"Do you want to find out?"
Ruby's face brightens, "yeah!" She jumps to her feet, rushing over to him, and you watch him fit the stethoscope over her ears.
"I'm just going to put this right here," he points to Ruby's chest, without touching her. "Is that okay?" Ruby nods, waiting patiently as he presses the chest piece against her pink t shirt. "Can you hear that?"
"Yeah!" Ruby reaches out to grab Jack's sleeve. "Can I listen to your heart?"
"Of course, I just need to take off my vest -"
Yasmin elbows you as Timmy turns to Karim, "that's for in case he gets shot!"
"Timmy -"
"Well, thankfully I've never been shot working for SWAT," Jack grins, placing his vest on the floor before guiding the chest piece towards his own chest but Ruby snatches it from his hand.
"I can do it," she grins, determined, and Jack waits patiently until she finds it, "I can hear it!"
"I want to try!"
"Me too!"
"Oh," you take a step forward, "I'm not sure we'll have enough time for everyone to have a turn, I'm sure Dr. Abbot is busy -"
"I've got nowhere to be, as long as you have time."
"We have plenty of time before recess," Yasmin assures him.
"Okay, get in your line order, friends!" You instruct, and you've never seen your kids move that fast, and Jack lets all twenty-two students listen to his heart before they flop back onto their carpet spots, cheering as he pulls out a blood pressure cuff.
"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?"
"It goes on your arm," Eun-Woo says matter of factly.
"And then the machine shows some numbers!" Jacob yells, "my mom let's me do it at the grocery store."
"I'd better be careful," Jack murmurs, glancing at you, "or I'm going to be out of a job."
"I can't be a doctor!" Eun-Woo laughs. "I'm only five!"
The class descends into chaos as kids begin telling Jack what they want to be when they grow up.
"Tootsie Roll, lollipop -"
"We've been talking, now let's stop," the kids call back, watching you expectantly.
"We have fifteen minutes before recess, so now might be a good time to ask any questions -" almost every hand goes up at that. "Remember, friends, we're asking questions, not telling stories." Roughly half of the kids lower their hands.
"Red baseball cap," Jack points to Mimi.
"What else is in your bag?"
"Hmm, all kinds of stuff," Jack replies, "tourniquets, pressure dressings -"
"You have dresses in there?"
This time you don't catch your laugh, as Jack shakes his head.
"A pressure dressing is kind of like a big bandaid," he opens the pack, pulling out the gauze and a brown bandage. "Can I have your arm, Miss Moore?"
"Yes," you head over to the chair, dropping onto your knees next to him and he carefully takes your wrist in his large hand.
"Let's say Miss Moore got a cut -"
"Like with the apples!"
"Hmm, pressure dressings are for big cuts, that are bleeding." He carefully wraps the bandage around the gauze, "we'd use them to stop the bleeding until Miss Moore can get to the hospital for stitches -" he glances at you, "is that okay? It's not too tight?"
"No."
"I also have trauma shears, which are basically just scissors, suture kits, as well as sunscreen and insect repellent."
Eventually Jack nearly unpacks his entire kit, before choosing another raised hand.
"Did you do a war?" Bianca asks, "your costume is like the one my mommy wears."
"It's not a costume, sweetheart, it's a uniform," you gently correct and Bianca nods.
"I have been to war," Jack says carefully.
"Did you die?!" Timmy frantically yells.
"No, but, I did lose my leg."
"You lost it?"
"Did you find it?"
"Did they put it back on?"
Jack shakes his head, bending down to tug up his pant leg.
"Your whole leg fell off?!"
"I - okay -" you close your eyes as Yasmin shakes with laughter.
"No, thankfully it wasn't my entire leg."
"If it was his whole leg, he wouldn't be able to walk!"
"Nuh uh! My grandpa lost his leg and he can walk!"
"No, Christan, your grandpa broke his leg," your words are swallowed up by the chatter and you shoot Yasmin a frantic look.
"Hey - would you look at that," the younger woman points to the doorway, "it looks like the grade ones are going out for an early recess."
"Okay, well, what do we say to Dr. Abbot?"
"Thank you Dr. Abbot!"
The kids don't need to be reminded to take off their shoes as they scramble to their feet, and Jack gets no less than six hugs before it's just the two of you standing in the classroom.
Jack lets out a deep breath, "you do this every day?"
"It's only half days this year." Jack shakes his head.
"It's why I drink wine by the box," you quip, rewarded with another one of Jack's laughs.
"Is Yasmin your co-teacher?"
"Yes, she's an angel." You bend down to reach for a tensor bandage that rolled away. "I'm sorry about your leg -"
"Me too," Jack murmurs.
"They ask so many questions -"
"They're curious," he shrugs, "believe me, I've heard a lot worse."
"I don't doubt it," you shake your head, handing him his stethoscope, as the recess bell rings.
"You don't have to go outside?"
"Not today."
"Oh," Jack mutters, reaching into his kit, "I wasn't sure how long I'd have, so I printed some colouring sheets? I had to fold them to get them in in my bag, so they're bent -"
"That's okay -" you take the papers, "they'll be fighting over these." His brows draw together, "I'm kidding," you say, even though you're really not.
"Well," he pushes himself to his feet, "you probably have things to do -"
"Always," you shrug, brushing your hair over your shoulder, "oh! This is for you," you grab the blue gift bag from the counter, "thanks so much for coming."
Inside the bag is a school mug, and a card that all of the kids had signed.
"Thanks," Jack takes the bag, setting it down to get his vest back on.
You take a deep breath as Jack moves to leave.
"Did you want a coffee before you go? I have fifteen minutes -"
"Oh -"
"I have time," you assure him, and you didn't want him to go yet.
"Yeah?"
"Please," you grab your matcha, "I've been nursing this since this morning, it's mostly ice." A smile quirks his mouth.
"Okay."
"The staff room's just down the hall," you tell him, slipping into the hall. "The coffee's bad, but -" you shrug.
"It can't be any worse than it is at the hospital."
The staff room is surprisingly empty when you make your way inside, hurrying over to grab two mugs from the cupboard, filling it with coffee that's likely been on the warmer since before you got to school.
"Did you want cream and sugar?"
"Black's fine."
You can feel him watching you as you grab the French vanilla creamer from the fridge, and you add enough to hopefully mask the bitterness, and Jack grimaces when he takes a sip.
"Yeah, that's more water than coffee."
You snort taking a gulp of mostly creamer.
"So ... Have you been teaching for a while?"
"Yeah," you nod, leaning against the counter, "it'll be ten years this fall."
"Kindergarten?"
"Yep."
"And they're still not paying you six figures?"
You laugh out loud, "god, no. I wish."
Jack glances down at your arm, where the pressure dressing is still wrapped around your wrist.
"You can probably take that off -"
"Hm?" You murmur, mouth full, "right," you mutter, setting down your coffee to fiddle with the knot.
"Can I -?" Jack's settles his mug on the counter, and you hold out your hand, biting your lip as he quickly unties the bandage, quickly folding it before pressing it into your palm. "You know ... If they want to play doctor later."
"Thanks," you murmur, quickly tucking into the pocket on your cardigan, "they definitely will." You open your mouth to tell him all about the first aid kit you'd bought for center time when the recess bell rings. "Oh -" you frown, quickly downing your coffee, "I need to go pick them up -"
"Can I see you later?" Jack wonders, "for a proper coffee?"
Oh.
"Yes," you pull your phone from your pocket. "What's your number?"
Jack tells you, finishing the rest of his coffee before setting his mug in the sink.
"Thanks again, I really appreciate you coming in -"
"Of course."
"You know the way to the office?" Jack nods, and you give him a little wave as you head for the door. "See you!" You call, scurrying out of the room, hoping he didn't notice the colour that flushed your cheeks.
Friends, you remind yourself as you head to the double doors next to your classroom. You're friends.
Your hands are trembling as you pull open the door, and Yasmin's face brightens when she sees you.
"You're blushing," she grins.
"I am not," you mutter, and your phone is a weight in your back pocket.
"No, I get it. I wish my neighbours were that fine -"
"Yasmin."
She crinkles her nose, before gesturing at Timmy, "let's go!"
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You don't have time to text Jack until lunch time, and you drop into your chair, staring at his number for two full minutes before finally texting him.
ᴴᴱʸ. ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴵˢ ᴷᴬᵀ.
You drop your phone onto your desk, reaching for your lunch. Normally you eat in the staff room, but you know there will be questions - questions you don't have satisfactory answers to and -
"Did you text him?" Yasmin wonders, and you jump.
"Jesus," you laugh, "yes?"
"Good," Yasmin nods, reaching down to grab her lunch kit, and you cover your phone, like you sent him something other than your name. "Are you hiding in here?"
You nod, flushing.
"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Have a good afternoon," you grin as Yasmin leaves for the staff room, glancing down as your phone buzzes.
ʜᴇʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?
Wide open, but you can't say that.
ᴱᴿᴿᴬᴺᴰˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴾᴵᴸᴬᵀᴱˢ ᴼᴺ ˢᵁᴺᴰᴬʸ.
sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ? 9:30? ᴜɴʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ?
You shake your head, before remembering he can't actually see you.
ᴺᴼ, ⁹:³⁰ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ
ɪᴛ's ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ.
You heart his text before thinking twice about it, and shit!
ˢᴱᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴱᴺ!
You turn your phone over, heart pounding in your chest.
It's a date.
You took a deep breath.
You could do this.
Be absolutely normal about the whole thing.
"Right," you mutter, "keep telling yourself that."
when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”
Adrian was currently on a mission with the gang back when Peacemaker was still actually there too and not in jail being a little bitch. It was incredibly boring though because you weren't with him.
You were working at Paws a Moment and Adrian was holed up for a whole week in a shitty second rate hotel room for surveillance on some lame potential alien shit or maybe it was some kind of drug or gas that made people go insane...or was it zombies? Maybe it was an ancient Egyptian mummy curse?
Adrian didn't really listen to Harcourt's brief. Mainly because it wasn't interesting and he was too busy recapping the most recent episode of Fargo he'd watched at the hotel room in his head so he could tell you what happened in chronological order when he got home.
But whatever it was they were doing he had hardly gotten to kill anything and the gang had all banned Adrian from grabbing the chainsaw again. So he was having a terrible time.
The crew was now finally jamming out on the way back to the hotel from another boring day of watching a corporate building with worker drones do something that apparently warranted surveillance in the van for eight fucking hours.
"Hello, there...the angel from my nightmare...the shadow in the background of the morgue!"
When he was handed the aux cord Adrian decided to put on blink-182's I Miss You belting it out and ignoring Chris making throw up noises at his music taste.
The unsuspecting victim...
Of darkness in the valley...
"You're so pussy whipped dude!" Chris laughed as Adrian obsessively stared at his phone to check if you'd texted him back yet.
"God I miss her pussy and when she whips me..." Adrian said sadly threatening to tear up he bit his lip and looked out the window.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want...
Where you can always find me...
"It's only been six days Adrian, we'll be done tomorrow and then you can see her." Adebayo reassured him.
"Yeah besides isn't she trying to work? Relax man you don't want to bother her." John chipped in.
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas...
"I guess you're right." Adrian pouted at that and put his phone away.
And in the night, we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends...
An advertisement for the local zoo, tickets for a Paramore concert, trivia night on 90s Pop at a bar passed him by in a flurry. He resisted the urge but then a billboard sign for high heels went past.
I miss you, I miss you...
I miss you, I miss you...
"Everything reminds me of her!" He snapped. "I've got to call her!"
Adrian went to grab his phone back out of his pocket and everyone shouted no at him. He then went the whole day not messaging you because every time he got his phone out Chris made a loud fart noise at him.
Where are you?
And I'm so sorry...
Meanwhile you were in an intensive surgery day helping out at work for a pet rabbit Sir Fluffington who had come in for emergency the night before and was thankfully now going to make a full recovery.
Sighing as you got your things from your locker from the insanely long shift Susan stopped you on the way out.
"Hey great work today!" Susan said giving you a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Are you all good though? You seem a bit out of sorts this week."
"Yeah, I'm not sleeping so well while my boyfriend has been away..." You admitted, she was right on the money.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight...
I need somebody and always...
Adrian being on the mission for a whole week left you without your other half. He was always there to support you and held you tightly until you drifted off to sleep.
This sick, strange darkness...
Comes creeping on, so haunting every time...
Now you were tossing and turning again with stupid nightmares but soon he'd be home again so it wasn't too bad. You didn't want to worry Adrian while he was doing something so important.
"Oh sorry to hear that, can you give him a call before bed? Maybe that'll help." Susan suggested as you headed out together.
"Yeah that's a great idea!" You grinned already giddy to open your phone to all of the messages and voice mails Adrian sent you today. But when you got home and opened it ready for the love bombardment there wasn't anything else from today.
The last one you had was from early this morning when he sent a cool rock diatomite and the interesting fact that you can make plastic with it.
That was weird.
Maybe he was really busy? You wondered lying back in bed feeling somewhat disappointed even though it was silly. You would try to give him a text and a call after your shower.
And as I stare, I counted...
The webs from all the spiders...
Begrudgingly Adrian ate the gross takeout they ordered and missed having a nice meal that you'd make together in the kitchen or his mom's cooking if you went to his place for dinner.
Catching things and eating their insides...
Like indecision to call you...
Adrian thought about calling you again but stopped himself and tried to turn and join into the conversations happening around him.
Everyone was talking about things he didn't get. Harcourt and John were talking about the mission going through the surveillance footage against a stack of paperwork which looked tedious as fuck.
And hear your voice of treason...
He turned to try and join in with Chris and Adebayo who were discussing classic films they enjoyed watching as kids and they brought up Jaws.
When Adrian tried to enter the conversation with a new fact he'd learned about sharks they had already moved onto Back to the Future and Adrian thought on what to say about time travel but then it was The Mummy.
"I definitely knew I was bisexual through watching the Mummy, it was my awakening!" Chris announced to Adebayo with a grin who nodded.
"Look I'm a lesbian but Brandon Fraser can get it in that movie!" Adebayo laughed. "Rachel Weisz is so fine..."
"Woah really? Me too, Zita Johann and David Manners are hot!" Adrian finally got a word in but Chris and Adebayo both looked at him like he was from another planet.
"Who?" Chris scoffed.
"You know the main leads in 1932 classic film The Mummy? Or did you mean Boris Karloff? Because that's also an excellent choice, he's awesome in Frankenstein too!" Adrian grinned back excited to get a turn to speak.
"Ooh what about Elsa Lanchester? I think she gave me an awakening as the Bride of Frankenstein! She could shock my balls any day of the week..." His face fell when the two of them stared at him like that was awkward and the wrong thing to say.
"Cool dude, but we were talking about the 1999 version..." Chris said quickly moving onto the next movies and Adrian found himself lost again.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight...
Adrian went back to silently sticking a fork into his cold pork and rice. You would've laughed along with him at that and made him feel normal.
While Adrian seriously liked having his friends the 11th Street Kids they sometimes made him feel left out. It wasn't their fault really. There had always been a social loop that Adrian was never in fully with other people, like he was patiently standing outside the tea cups ride at a county fair but it never stopped to let him on for a spin.
Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head...
But when you were around, you took him by the hand and went on the ferris wheel together at his own pace. Others would follow your lead and join in for a while too. The two of you would watch everyone and the world from above like little ants running around and chat away about whatever hyperfixation took your fancies. But now he was stuck feeling lousy again sitting out on the fun.
I miss you, I miss you...
When it was time to head up to his room, Adrian gave a dramatic sigh and tossed his bag into he corner of the crappy hotel room. Meticulously brushing his teeth and flossing to put his retainer in, he then flung himself back onto the lumpy mattress.
Adrian hadn't been a week without you since your amorous reunion in Harcourt's bathroom and he hated sleeping alone now. The bed was cold and empty plus the hotel sheets weren't the right fabric so he laid there uncomfortably looking at the popcorn ceiling that was probably filled with asbestos and termites given the uncomfortable amount of repainted holes in it with a big frown on his face.
Adrian couldn't help thinking about how gently your voice spoke to him about anything and everything when you laid next to him. How soft your hair was when he stroked it and the feeling of it tickling under his chin.
The sensation of your skin on his resting in his arms and the way you told him how safe he made you feel. Adrian hated to think that you weren't getting a good nights sleep without him and having nightmares again.
They were so terrible in the beginning you'd launch awake in tears and shallow sobs trying to get air. Adrian would get you some water, pat your back soothingly and kiss your forehead until the panic attacks subsided.
You didn't have them as much anymore if ever and Adrian loved seeing you sleeping peacefully with him at your side and not thinking back on those awful memories. Instead you were both making happy new ones together.
Your cute sighs of breath while you slept on his chest with the adorable beating of your heart against his made him feel truly alive.
It was unbearable to be apart for this long his heart throbbed desperately for you. Along with his erection that wouldn't subside when he thought on what else you both usually got up to in bed now despite all of his best efforts.
"I'm not touching you Adrian Jr. so just go to sleep!" Adrian snapped at his penis annoyed with himself.
It felt lame to masturbate now that he had you. Besides none of his scrapbooks with your face were here and he didn't look at porn on his phone. That stuff was gross.
Adrian really wanted to message you or call again but the gang had made fun of him today for how often he had rang you on the trip already and he was worried that you'd find him annoying too.
He had only called you 146 times and texted you only 228 times whenever he thought about something you'd find interesting or send a picture when he saw a cool rock or cute bird. And that was over the span of 6 whole days! If anything Adrian was desperately holding back.
Then he got a text, the screen on his phone lighting up. His eyes lit up in the same fashion when he saw the message was from you.
[Adrian] : lame AF they won't let me use the chainsaw again and this hotel sucks. The sheets are all scratchy. And I miss having you beside me my gorgeous sunflower 🌻
[You]: I miss you too my hunky dreamboat! 🚢 I loved getting all of your voice mails, texts and photos on your mission though! Sorry I was so busy at work to respond to all of it but I'm looking at that amazing rock you sent this morning diatomite is so cool! 🪨 did you know outside of plastic you can also make paint with it? 🎨
Adrian felt himself tearing up a little at reading that all from you. He felt so seen and understood.
[Adrian]: I'd love to paint you like one of my French girls right now... 🖌️🥐
Then his suddenly phone rang and he shrugged answering it not checking the caller ID.
"Who is this?" Adrian asked. "I'm trying to text my girlfriend right now."
"Adrian it's me silly!" You giggled.
"Oh awesome! It's so nice to hear your pretty voice!" Adrian grinned.
"It's so nice to hear your handsome voice too!" You agreed.
"I miss you!" Adrian said with a big exasperated sigh, you could hear him flop back onto the pillows.
"I miss you too!" You replied fondly.
"Have you gotten some sleep?" You were worried about him he sounded tired.
"No I can't sleep..." Adrian admitted. "I want you next to me and the sheets here make my skin crawl so I'm in the Vigilante suit to keep them off me."
"Adrian you need to sleep! I don't want you to get hurt on the mission please can't you count sheep or something?" You suggested.
"Hm I tried that but they're so cool I just end up thinking about sheep facts." Adrian said with a shrug. "They have rectangular pupils! Do you think it's from watching too much TV?" He wondered aloud.
"Well is there something I can do? I could read something out loud until you drift off?" You offered.
"Hm...no that wouldn't work." Adrian vetoed it.
"Why not?" You asked.
"Because your voice is too sexy, it'd have the opposite effect." Adrian explained. "I'm basically bricked up right like crazy now talking to you."
"Wow really? Well Adrian, what if we had phone sex? Then you'd probably fall asleep afterwards right?" You suggested and heard him audibly gulp.
"I uh...yeah that'd be really cool..." He replied shakily. "I-I'd be totally down if you are..."
"Oh I'm down." You reassured him and then this phone buzzed with an image file received.
When he opened it Adrian moaned at the sight gracing his screen, you were dressed in your nurse outfit just the top on, hands between your thighs giving him a fantastic view of how down you truly were.
"Holy fuck..." Adrian panted in reply.
"You like that baby?" You asked him, touching your core with a shudder.
"I fucking love that...let me show you how much." He groaned.
Adrian unbuckled his Vigilante gear and pushed down the pants around his ankles to take a picture for you of what you were doing to him right now.
"Oh Adrian you're so hard..." You moaned at how pent up he looked. A bead of precum was settled at the tip of his thick cock and the nice vein you loved was tensed up the shaft. You knew that meant he was really suffering.
"Yeah..." Adrian grunted, starting to palm himself. "I'm so hard for you right now..."
"Looks painful, you should jack off, got that hand cream I packed you?" You said sweetly and heard Adrian's voice hitch.
"Uh yeah I have it!" He replied and you could hear him unzipping his duffel bag.
"S-should I touch myself now?" Adrian asked for your permission and you heard the bottled cap open.
It was a bit mean but you knew he wouldn't start until you said yes so you waited silently for a couple moments hearing him lathering his hand up with the hand cream and breathing heavily on the line.
You also knew that it drove him wild when you did that as he gave a muffled whine behind a bit lip when you went silent. So you kept quiet and ignored him some more.
"M-my precious sunset?" Adrian checked you hadn't actually hung up on him. Which you knew would also get him off.
"Show me how you do it baby." You ordered him.
"H-huh?" Adrian asked his face flushing red.
"Put me on a video call and show me." You told again sharply and Adrian whimpered sweetly.
"O-okay..." Adrian nodded enthusiastically, pressing the video button he held the phone up so you got a nice view.
"Nice view, okay you can begin!" You grinned at him and watched in awe as Adrian began to go to town on himself.
"H-hows that my radiant babydoll?" He asked, pumping furiously away at his cock with a fist.
"That's incredible Adrian, what a great angle. You're such a good boy for me aren't you?" You cooed.
"Ahh...yes! I'm a good boy oh fuck...yeah!" Adrian bucked his hips at that.
"Should I go slower or f-faster?" He asked, voice dripping with need to hear your decision.
"What do you want to do?" You replied.
"F-faster..." Adrian begged.
"Go slower then." You teased him back. "Real slow, like this." You moved your hand in an agonizingly slow motion and Adrian groaned with a deep swallow but followed your directions.
"L-like this?" Adrian replicated the motion hand shifting hard and slow up and down his cock.
"That's right baby." You praised him.
Adrian clearly wanted to speed up but kept the pace with a series of frustrated whines, trying to make up for it by thrusting his hips up into his fist.
"Ah...am I doing a good job?" He huffed, eyes begging you to say yes.
"Hmm if I was there right now I think I'd have to give you a reward for being so good..." You watched his green eyes widen at that.
"W-what kind of reward?" He asked shakily.
"I'd step on your head right into that hotel shag carpet until you blew your load all over it." You said in that domineering tone you knew drove him absolutely wild.
"F-fuck..." Adrian panted. "I wish you were here to do that...so bad..." Another bead of precum dripped down his tip at that and he swiped it with a thumb to add to the slickness of the hand cream.
"How about I give you a show too?" You flipped on your video to show him the state you were in and Adrian's mouth shuddered open with a strangled moan.
"So pretty, you're so fucking beautiful!" Adrian repeated to you in a dreamy moan eyes pouring over your wet pussy.
"Go faster baby." You instructed him biting your lip as you went faster yourself touching your clit.
"Oh fuck! Thank you my sweet sunshine!" Adrian immediately picked up the pace pumping himself vigorously.
His desperate green eyes were glued to the screen taking every pixel of you in.
"What would you do to me?" You asked him, circling your clit. Your eyes were similarly entranced on Adrian through the screen.
"I'd...uh..." Adrian felt nervous for some reason it was different doing this over the screen where he couldn't actually touch you.
"I-I would eat you out..." He admitted shyly. "Only if you wanted me too of course!"
"Hmm that sounds nice baby..." You gave him an encouraging reply and angled the camera down further so he could see how wet you were.
"Oh fuck..." Adrian picked up the pace and the sounds of both of your slickness drove him crazy.
"What else would you do to me?" You prompted him with a grin. "Come on don't you want to do more?"
"Yeah baby I do..." Adrian admitted nodding with flushed cheeks.
"Then tell me." You ordered him.
"Okay...well...I'd get you to sit on my face and make you cum all over it!" Adrian cried out.
"What next?" You picked up the pace.
"Then I'd bend you over and fuck you hard with my dick just the way you love it!" He continued enjoying your sweet gasp at that.
That switch had been pulled for him and now he was ready to tell you what he wanted.
"Oh Adrian..." You sighed dreamily. "Keep going baby..."
"I'd rail you so good and get you to squirt all over my cock my radiant babydoll! If I was there right now you wouldn't be able to think or walk straight..."Adrian shouted, he was getting pretty rowdy.
You could hear the bed springs bouncing and headboard shifting against the wall from his exertions.
"Uh Adrian shh..." You tried to get him to be a bit more discreet but he was too far gone.
"Then you'd blow me after and taste yourself on my dick!" Adrian continued basically yelling now. "Fuck I love it when you put my cock into your mouth, when I get to watch those pretty lips wrapped all around it!"
"For fuck sake Adrian, shut the hell up!" You heard John yell and a loud knock of fists against the wall.
"Hey come on don't yuck their yum EconoGOAT!" Chris laughed. "Leave the dorks in love be to bang over the phone."
"Besides I'm the one sharing room with him and you don't see me complaining." He added currently stretched out on the opposite bed not in the least bit phased.
Chris rolled over to put his airpods back in and keep listening to the sweet jams of Twisted Sisters Stay Hungry while reading the newest issue of Pro Soldier.
"A-and oh god would you swallow for me? Fuck please say yes I'm so close!" Adrian begged loudly with you not paying any attention to the others lost in his own want and desire.
"Get yourself a pair of the industrial noise cancelling headphones that's what she gifted me. The boy is loud!" Adebayo chuckled.
Meanwhile Harcourt snored away loudly dead to the world. Nothing outside of active threats woke her up except the crack of dawn to begin her military exercises.
"Adrian I think you're being too loud..." You said feeling mortified.
"Huh? Oh sorry! Shit I was afraid of that, I didn't want to embarrass you or anything..." Adrian apologized and tried to keep quiet. "Um did you want to stop?" He offered looking a bit glum over the phone.
"No we don't need to stop honey bear, but how about you gag yourself for me?" You suggested and watched his green eyes light up.
"Like choke myself with my belt while I jerk off?" Adrian replied in awe at your crazy hot idea.
"I was more thinking like biting down on a pillow..." You were always amazed at how your boyfriend always managed to outmatch your freak.
"Oh sure I could just do that too..." Adrian replied sheepishly.
"Maybe go to the bathroom too so Chris isn't in the room..." You said feeling self conscious.
"I've seen it all before sweet cheeks. Well maybe not that enthusiastic which I'll try to not take too personally but yeah if that makes you more comfortable go ahead." Chris said with an unbothered shrug.
"Sure if that means we can continue I'll go wherever!" Adrian replied brightly and you were given a shaky view of the ceiling as he rushed to the bathroom and closed the door.
"Hm where should I sit?" Adrian asked you at first but then decided with a grin when he saw the mirror and got up on onto the sink. You were then faced with a mirrored version of yourself staring from behind him.
"There we go...now you can see how fucking pretty you are..." Adrian cooed, beginning to stroke himself again. "You're my pretty girl..."
"Wait what about the echo of the bathroom..." You said hesitantly getting a bit shy.
"How about some music to drone out all the vibe killers?" Adrian offered and you nodded.
Supermassive Black Hole by Muse began to play loudly from his phone.
Ooh baby, don't you know I suffer?
Ooh baby, can you hear me moan?
"Fuck you drive me insane!" Adrian picked up the pace stroking his cock again and starting to moan loudly tipping his head back.
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
"I couldn't think about anything else lying in that horrible bed except how much I miss being inside you!" Adrian whined.
Ooh...
You set my soul alight...
"I miss you inside me too Adrian...you give it to me so good baby!" You agreed with a moan.
Ooh...
You set my soul alight...
"Need you wrapped around my dick my radiant babydoll...your hand, your mouth, your pussy, anything! Just need to feel you!" Adrian cried out banging his head up against the mirror.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night ooh...
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive...
"I want you Adrian fuck I need you!" You cried out, missing the sensation of him actually touching you. It felt subpar when you did it and tried to pleasure yourself now. Adrian knew exactly what you needed.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night...
And the superstars sucked into the you set my soul...
"Fuck shit! I can't..." Was the only pretext you got from Adrian.
Into the supermassive...
Adrian came into fist with a shuddering groan that rocked his entire body. He dropped his phone into the sink and the screen went black for a second until he scooped it up.
I thought I was a fool for no one...
Ooh baby, I'm a fool for you!
"Sorry...did you? Are you nearly there?" Adrian asked you anxiously through his post orgasm haze. You could see the sheen of opalite drops across his stomach that he went to wipe off with a damp hand towel.
"I don't know baby..." You shook your head honestly unsure if you would get there.
You're the queen of the superficial...
And how long before you tell the truth?
"What'll get you there? What do you want me to do?" Adrian insisted voice dripping with need.
"I don't know...it's okay baby I'm alright to go to sleep." You felt a strange intense desire hit you but it was way too much to ask for.
"No! Tell me my foxy lady, what is it? I'll do anything..." He wouldn't take no for an answer seeing a dirty thought flash past your eyes.
"Can you uh tease me?" You asked him cheeks blazing bright hot. "Like I tease you?"
"Huh?" Adrian looked utterly confused.
"You know degrade me a little bit and lecture me?" You continued shyly.
"O-okay I'll try...uh, you're so adorable and cute it's really dumb...wait no that's not okay to say you're super smart too! Uh, well..." Adrian stammered away.
"Y-you're a dirty s-slut! No wait I didn't mean that ugh that's awful I'm sorry!" He tried again. "You're not good at...at uh...shit you're good at everything!"
"I can't do this!" Adrian shook his head.
"What, why not?" You whined.
"Because you're my amazingly fantastic good girl and I'd never think those awful things about you. You're super precious to me and even if it's a sexy lie I won't do it." Adrian said with a whimper.
"Hm well can you keep calling me a good girl in that voice then?" You suggested.
"What voice?" Adrian asked, wanting nothing more in the world right now than to get you off.
"You know the stern Vigilante voice you use...when you punish criminals." You clarified.
"Of course! I'll be right back my sugar plum!" Adrian left the phone propped up on the sink and washed himself off then he wrapped a towel around his waist to run outside the bathroom.
"Nice dude!" Chris put up his hand for a high five but Adrian shook his head solemnly.
"Thanks best friend, but I can't accept the awesome honor of a post-coital bros high five yet." Adrian replied, picking up the Vigilante helmet and slapping it on. "I don't deserve it..." He put down the visor.
"First I've got to make my girlfriend cum." Vigilante said and Chris nodded in total solidarity.
"Respect." Chris gave him an encouraging fist pump as Vigilante marched back inside the bathroom. "God speed Vig!"
"Stop right there!" Vigilante said as he slammed the door open and closed. He threw the towel off himself and stalked towards you. "I've got to bring you in my foxy lady in for criminal charges of being way too fucking sexy..."
You giggled at that and Vigilante pressed play on the next song.
Chris thoroughly rolled his eyes as he saw Adrian on their shared Spotify account select Carly Rae Jepsens Call Me Maybe and quickly vetoed it.
"I don't think so dude." Chris punched in Adrian's Spotify password which was both your and his birthdays and changed the song.
"Now here's something fire to bang out over the phone to!" He chuckled and went back to his magazine.
Adrian paused, his phone was suddenly playing One Night Alone by Vixen even though he had definitely set it to play Call Me Maybe. Oh well you seemed super into it, eyes widening at the unexpected song choice.
I'll tall ya that I love you
If it makes everything alright...
"Uhm it's okay I don't know if I will tonight..." You said awkwardly feeling a bit shy and silly from it all.
I just want to hold you...
"Shhhh..." Vigilante put a finger against his helmet where his lips would be.
I've got something to prove tonight...
"Vigilante hasn't said you can go yet. He needs to conduct an search of your hot rocking body to make sure you aren't smuggling any deadly goods outside of those insane sugar tits and sweet cheeks of yours!" Vigilante snapped in that tone you loved.
I'm tired of the telephone...
Can't you give me one night alone...
"It's just not the same Vigilante, I miss your large hands and fingers..." You explained with a frustrated whine. From behind the visor you heard Adrian audibly gulp and shudder at that.
I'm staring at your picture
I realize what you mean to me
"Open the nightstand drawer on the side where I sleep." Vigilante instructed you. Nodding you opened it and saw a spare pair of Vigilante gloves.
"Get out the gloves and put them on." When Vigilante gave the order you felt yourself begin to feel undone again and in the mood.
Every single moment
Is burning deep in my memory
Putting the gloves on it swallowed your hands and you raised them to the camera for Vigilante to see.
"Touch your clit with them, the way I show you." Vigilante began circling his fingers around and you followed his guided strokes.
"Oh god...Vig..." You moaned, the gloves felt just like him. If you closed your eyes it was like you were back in his strong arms again.
It doesn't matter what they say
Our love's too good to throw it away
"Good girl, how's that? You like that?" Vigilante cooed and you nodded with a pleading whimper.
"Fuck yes you do, I know exactly how you like it." He replied with hitched breath.
All we need is
One night alone
Just you and me, won't you give me...
"Now take the other hand and finger yourself." Vigilante demonstrated how he'd scissor you open if he was there and you replicated it with a high pitched groan at how amazing it felt.
One night alone...
''cause that's all I need
One night alone...
"Pump your fingers deeper baby..." Vigilante told you and you complied shuddering at his intense gaze and the way his hands motioned like he was the one doing this to you.
"I go way deeper than that don't I? Good girl...there you go." He encouraged as you pushed deeper.
The gloves were rough and the digits were thick just like him inside you.
"Fuck! V-Vigilante...it feels amazing!" You cried out.
You lovin' me
I want to feel your heartbeat...
"Curl your fingers like this for me my beautiful starshine!" Adrian popped the helmet off and put his glasses back on so his green eyes could calculate how close you were to orgasming.
"Ahh...oh my god!" You were so incredibly close. "A-Adrian..."
In the darkness next to mine...
I need to feel your heartbeat...
To know our love's still alive...
"That's it you're real close aren't you babydoll? Circle your clit real slow, and pump your fingers all the way nice and deep!" Adrian kept his eyes locked onto your expression crunching the numbers through his head.
When you followed what he said you could feel the sweet familiar build up of how Adrian got you there to your absolute peak.
The power of your tender touch...
"Good girl...now cum for me!" Adrian instructed you timing it just right.
You know I waited long...
long enough, for just...
"Ah! Oh fuck I'm cumming for you Adrian! Oh my god!" Your screams definitely carried out past the music and the bathroom door but you couldn't give less of a fuck right now as you rode out your incredible orgasm.
One night alone...
"Fuck yes...cum for me!" Adrian sighed dreamily watching you cum for him over the phone. "You're so fucking hot!"
"So are you..." You huffed once you'd finished, taking the gloves off.
"Don't clean those." Adrian quickly said and you laughed. "I'll do it when I get back." He looked entirely serious and you agreed to leave them as is.
"Goodnight Adrian, hope you get some amazing sleep tonight my hunky dreamboat!" You said lying back in bed as Adrian settled into his. Chris was out like a light snoring away which made you feel better about before.
"Goodnight my beautiful starshine. I'll get to see you tomorrow night!" Adrian kissed the screen a hundred times, you returning them all and then eventually you both hung up.
The next day of the mission went by and Adrian was allowed to kill whoever they were after for whatever reason which was pretty cool. They had saved the world from some kind of threat! But on the way home the van suddenly made a detour and pulled up in the middle of nowhere just a few strips of bars.
"Do we need fuel or something?" Adrian asked John who shrugged like he knew something was up.
Adrian then looked and saw the gas tank read nearly full still and turned to their leader.
"Why the fuck are we stopping here for?" Adrian glared at Harcourt when the van halted at a karaoke dive bar.
"Team morale after the mission now get the hell out and stop being a little shit about everything because you've got the libido of every incel in the Revenge of the Nerds combined." Harcourt snapped back and Chris howled in laughter.
The two high fived which made Adrian livid but even he had to admit that roast was crazy good.
Harcourt got everyone tequila shots and everyone slammed them back. "Here's to stopping that demon worshipping witches coven!"
"Oh that's what we were doing..." Adrian scoffed, duh it was so obvious now. No wonder they were all wearing those pointy hats.
"I knew it you fucker! You didn't listen once to the briefs did you?" Harcourt caught him in her trap and he quickly avoided eye contact.
"Uh no, I clearly was joking along with you. It's John who wasn't listening." Adrian tried to shift the blame but John shook his head with a big laugh.
"So, hey Ads what were we actually doing?" Adrian asked Adebayo on the down low in a loud whisper that everyone heard at the table.
"Adrian...honestly." Adebayo rolled her eyes.
"Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep..."
He never got to hear her answer though because a beautiful angelic voice echoed from the karaoke mic and it was one of his all time favorites.
"I got a sick obsession, I'm seein' it in my dreams!"
Ke$ha's 2010 masterpiece Your Love is My Drug.
Turning Adrian knew that amazing singing voice anywhere, it was the one he'd been missing every day and night the whole week.
"I'm lookin' down every alley, I'm makin' those desperate calls..." You were seated at a barstool on the stage, belting out into the mic.
"I'm stayin' up all night hopin', hittin' my head against the wall..." Adrian watched on in utter amazement as you threw your gorgeous head of hair back and shook it around.
"What you've got, boy, is hard to find!" Then you pointed right at him and suddenly Adrian found himself being the only one in the entire karaoke bar outside of you.
"I think about it all the time..." Adrian stood up and begin to sing along too completely off key.
"I'm all strung out, my heart is fried..." You sang back to Adrian just as terribly and he beamed ear to ear.
"I just can't get you off my mind!" Jumping up onto the stage Adrian began to duet with you to the cheers of the 11 Street Kids.
"Because your love, your love, your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love..." Pointing at one another you both danced like a couple of idiots.
"I said your love, your love, your love is my drug...your love, your love, your love..." Then Adrian suddenly picked you up by the waist.
"Won't listen to any advice..." You wrapped your legs around him tightly in return.
"Mama's tellin' me I should think twice!" Walking you both off the stage Adrian had an absolutely enchanted look spelt over his face.
"But left to my own devices, I'm addicted, it's a crisis..." Adrian's lips found yours passionately and you threaded your fingers through his curly hair.
"My friends think I've gone crazy! My judgment's gettin' kinda hazy" Chris wolf whistled and the others laughed in disbelief as Adrian carried you all the way out to the bathroom.
"My steeze is gonna be affected...If I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead!"
When you got in there, Adrian locked the door by taking a chair from outside and stuffing it under the handle. Resting you on top of the sink counter after playing a copious amount of paper towel down, he began to unbuckle his belt.
"I don't care what people say...the rush is worth the price I pay!"
You rolled down your tights and hiked up your skirt to give him precisely what he'd been waiting for. Adrian got a condom out of his wallet and as soon as it was on plunged himself inside your spread legs to make sure you didn't have to wait any longer for what you'd been so patiently asking for either.
"I get so high when you're with me...but crash and crave you when you leave!"
Adrian got to work immediately, jack hammering you against the sink while watching you both in the mirror with the deep grunts and panting of a wild man. While you thrusted your hips back in return and raked your nails down his back at the incredible sensation of being full with him again.
"Hey, so I got a question... do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement? "
Neither of you spoke the entire time it was too breathtaking on both ends. It didn't take either of you long to get to the finishing line racing to feel one another's orgasm in an evenly matched bout.
"Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum? Is my love your drug?"
Both of your hearts beat in a rapid unison pressed up against each other as you and Adrian came down to planet earth again.
"I missed you honey bear." You panted lovingly against his shoulder.
"I missed you too sugar bear." Adrian replied also catching his breath and brought you into a loving embrace.
When you both got out, looking just like a disheveled couple who'd banged in the bathroom would appear to, hair a mess and some buttons not done up properly, Chris cheered and gave you both a massive high five.
Then Adrian put in the next song and when a heckler complained about his choice of song Call Me Maybe, he pointed a gun on him until the jerk ran off scared while still locking lips with you.
The whole gang sang out their favorite songs and karaoke'd together until the late hours of the night only leaving when it was last call at the bar and you were all forcibly kicked out.
Thankfully you, Chris, Adebayo and John were able to convince an incredibly drunk Harcourt and Adrian to not start a fight with the staff or the group of bikies outside before getting back safely home to Evergreen.
When you got back to the Overton Loft Suites Adebayo slept over at Harcourt's place for the weekend to leave you two alone and catch up on the week you'd endured without one another.
That night returning home, you and Adrian fell asleep easily in eachothers arms feeling the warmth from the others love envelope you.
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a little mood board preview of the fic I'm working on bringing back sugar baby! Adrian and girlboss! reader from Money Honey and Trophy Husband
✨Secretary Fantasy 💰💵💄👠🤓
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"Do you know why I wanted to talk to you today Mr. Chase?” You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk, letting an ample amount of cleavage peek from your blouse.
“Got any ideas in that pretty empty little head of yours?” You snapped his gaze upward with a poisonous look that set his heart on fire.
Adrian fidgeted in his seat, trying not to show how excited he was already getting.
“Does this have to do with my mistake when I double booked the board meeting? I’m so sorry, I accept any punishment you have in mind.” Adrian bit down on his lip, legs crossing at your cold severe tone.
“I need you to stay well past 5 with me today. To make up for how you’ve slowed me down and ruined those board meetings.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Adrian replied nervously. “B-but it's Friday…” He prompted, clearly wanting more.
"What’s the matter? Don’t want to be alone with your boss on a Friday night?” You snipped back, watching him pretend to fret. “I highly doubt a fucking dork like you has any plans over the weekend.” You gave it to him, feeding right into that sweet degredation kink of his.
Adrian shuddered at that, biting down harder on his bottom lip, hand flexing at the knee. There was no hiding it now, the tent in his slacks now too prominent to ignore.
"N-no of course not but you’ve got a bit of a reputation for being cutthroat, and I know as a lowly secretary I’m super expendable to this company...” His princess eyes were everything as he fully got into the scenario, long lashes batting up at you behind those wired frames.
“I don’t want to let the team down, and more importantly…you.” Adrian grovelled and you could see the impatient spark in his eye, the curl of his lip, silently requesting you to take control.
Then he gave you the head tilt, the one telling you to humiliate and degrade him more.
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AHHH THANK YOU FOR PART 2 OF MALIBU NIGHTMARES OMFG IT WAS SOOOO GOOOD!! I love your writing sm and would love to see how the story continues (if it does but NO pressure!) and stuff!!
thank you so much that's so kind of you to say and I loved writing it!! 💕 I do have plans to continue the fic with reader meeting the Checkmate crew!!
I'm slow with my wips but then I get a burst of inspo to update like seven in the span of three days there is no in-between sorry 😔 (also hoping to write the one-shot of John x reader teaching the gang yoga soon the draft is drafting!!!)
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Cat got your stethoscope? (Dennis Whitaker x Fem Reader) Part Eleven
synopsis: Dennis tries to fix things with you again! (This time with the helping/forceful hands of Dee and Trinity)
part one | word count: 3k | ao3 | playlist | taglist: @bloodredcherry-fic @chilifrylizards @cardcaptorrin @polaryxie @uneducateddd-blog (comment to join)
tags: fluff, angst, love at first sight, reader is from pittsburgh, author is not! flirting, awkward crush, first dates, romance, reader is a baker, clueless Dennis, reader has chronic pain, reader is a social worker, workplace dynamics, reader had a troubled childhood, Robby may or may not be readers father, mentions of SDE/erectile dysfunction, Dennis needs a hug, so does reader, eventual smut, family drama, religious guilt, mutual pining, funerals, mentions of past domestic violence, phone sex, therapy sessions
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“So what happened?” Trinity was tired of Dennis sighing while staring out the window. She hadn't started driving just yet in case he’d get a clue and go after you again on his own.
No such luck, instead she was stuck with a broken record. Listening to the Huckleberry Finn audiobook would actually be preferrable at this point.
“I've ruined it.” Was all Dennis would say, repeating it like gospel.
“What did she actually say?” Trinity would pry the words from his mouth with a crowbar if she had to. “Also super awkward about having a first shift together. I'd hide away, crawl somewhere and die.”
“She said that she needs time. Working at the Pitt now and with everything going on…” Dennis trailed off, unable to focus on anything past how broken it all felt. Inside it was like crushed glass piercing the skin where his heart used to be.
“Did you guys even really get to talk?” Trinity wondered. “I didn't get to have my tequila. You were out that door before you could say Huckleberry is a moron.”
“No, she was pretty upset.” Dennis admitted. “She said that she didn't know but then that she wanted me eventually, honestly it was confusing.” He really wished there was an instruction manual for what he was supposed to say back there.
Instead he shut down and went silent, holding you with barely another word.
“It only just happened. Not everything can be magically fixed with a hammer and nail farm boy. Especially when it comes to stuff like this. Maybe give it till tomorrow morning, call her then.” She suggested starting up the car.
“You're right, I really wish it was like that though.” Dennis nodded, then like kismet his phone went off. “I’m really good with a hammer.” He humble bragged, answering it as Santos rolled her eyes at that comment.
“Hey.” Dennis swallowed thickly, expecting, hoping that you might be on the other end.
“Hey there sailor, where do you think you’re going?” But it wasn't your voice, an older familiar, more gruff tone. Then a rap of a finely manicured hand at Santos' window that scared the absolute shit out of both of them.
“Sorry to get you out in the cold Mrs. Favreau. She said that she doesn't want to see me right now.” Dennis explained politely.
“You kids are driving me to Dixmont! Learn a thing or two about going after the ones you love! Don't just give up, young man.” Dee lectured, voice reverberating until Dennis dropped the call.
Dennis was practically booted by Santos and dragged from the car by Dee, Trinity waving him goodbye with a cackle as she peeled out. Had they discussed this plan earlier?
“But…” He attempted to flee, however there was no escape from this 100-pound 67 year old powerhouse of a woman in leopard print with blonde peroxide perm.
“But don’t cut no ice with me, mister.” With that Dennis was marched back inside, wow her grip was like iron!
“I don’t think this is a great idea. She really doesn’t want to talk with me, Mrs. Favreau.” He fretted, glancing up at the stairwell to your apartment.
“Ya not cattin around on her are you?” Dee checked, assessing him scathingly.
“I don’t think so, no.” Dennis didn’t begin to know what that meant and was scared to find out given the way she was filing her nails into daggers.
“Good, didn’t think ya were the type and don’t worry about that, I’ll handle her. Now how about you make yourself useful?” She suggested.
“Huh?” He blinked a couple times, thoroughly lost.
“You want’tah fix things right?” Dee asked, waving her bottle of tequila around.
“Of course!” Dennis agreed, he wanted nothing more.
“Well tha’ sink downstairs needs fixin’.” Dee put him straight to work in the bakery.
Meanwhile, a firm knock at your door had you annoyingly up from the couch again.
“Seriously, what is with you? Is this persistent door knocking a Nebraskan thing, like Jehovah's Witnesses?” You snapped but then saw through the peep hole it wasn't Dennis.
“No, ‘sup wif you?” Instead there was a fish-eyed lens of a woman in a leopard print jacket holding a very cute cat up. Begrudgingly you opened the door.
“Where'd your man go?” Dee asked, hands on her hips. There wasn't any use in trying to lock the door, she was your landlord and had all the keys. “Yay high cornhusker with cute curls, baby blue eyes? She raised a hand up and Elvis launched out from her arms.
Loudly Elvis meowed as if to agree with you that he missed Dennis too, dashing away and circling the spot on the couch he'd been sitting on without so much as a hello. Little traitor.
“Gone like all the rest of them. Hand the bottle over.” You swiped for the tequila, but Dee held it up higher.
“No hon ya know you're not supposed to drink on your pain meds, did you tell him that you're on new ones?” Dee asked pointedly, taking a swig from the bottle.
“No.” You sighed, you hadn't told him anything about your latest appointment.
Nerve pain was a total bitch and your new prescription helped significantly, you took them before bedtime now.
But it also made you feel so groggy and disorientated. And irritable.
Your specialist told you not to try and not make big life decisions or expensive purchases while on these at night it could make you more impulsive…
Wait a second.
Shit.
Had you just dumped Dennis? You left it pretty open right?
“Didn't think so.” Dee sighed as you clutched your head and groaned.
“Ugh, my throat is so parched. I hate taking these!” You stormed off into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.
“Will you call him?” Dee badgered you.
“Maybe!” You huffed, chugging down the sweet nectar with a long sigh before going to make some decaf. “Later.”
“Sweetie, he admitted to you about how he's struggling with ya know all-a-that.” Dee made a fleeting hand gesture instead of saying sex.
“All-a-what?” You asked bemused, she was never one to beat around the bush.
“Being intimate, don't get smart with me young lady. That's a difficult thing for a man to do. Did you hear him out about it?” Dee knew you all too well. It was seriously infuriating.
“...kinda.” Dee's intense look spelt out that she could read you like a book. Damn it.
“Shit.” You groaned again. “No, not really.” The admission made you stare at the boiling kettle as a way of distraction. You weren’t mad about his reason for lying, and felt for Dennis, but he still lied. After a lifetime of being lied to, that made you close up entirely.
“Give Dennis a chance, we all make mistakes. But he's trying to patch things up with you. Can you name another guy that's made the attempt?” Dee loved being right, a little crook of her lips showed whenever it happened. Which was frustratingly often.
You slowly nodded at that, having to concede that perhaps she had a point. Could even be a good one. “Yeah, you're right.”
“Also he's fixing the sink.” Dee grinned.
“Wait, he's what?” You nearly dropped the kettle, putting it back on its stand.
“Yeah, you know the leaky one downstairs that gives us trouble.” Dee explained with another hand wave, grabbing out a couple mugs. “That Denny of yours sure is a handy one, good to keep those sorta men around I say.”
“He's still here?!” You couldn’t believe it, you’d been wallowing on the couch for at least an hour since he left.
“Yuhp.” Dee was enjoying this, rapping her nails on the counter.
“But Trinity's car…” You heard that car screech down the street, Trinity really needed to get it looked at.
“She went home. Got the morning shift.” Dee said, taking the pot and pouring herself a decaf and then one for you. “I flagged them down and he was more than happy to help out.”
Then she poured a third cup and pushed it across to you. “I bet he's thirsty too.”
“You’re welcome!” She called out after you when you dashed downstairs.
“Denny?” You asked, approaching the set of legs in washed jeans sticking out from the kitchen.
“Ope!” You heard a sharp bang and sure enough Dennis had hit his head on the counter at the sound of your voice.
Rubbing his forehead, Dennis crawled from out under the sink. “Oh uh hey, Dee let me in. She said that you guys have some stuff that needs fixing around the bakery and well I'm good at that kind of thing…” He explained anxiously, wiping the grime off his hands with a cloth. “Not so much at relationships or communication...”
“Me either, and I can’t even fix a sink…” You smiled just as sadly back.
“Hey I'm sorry.” You whispered, sounding hoarser than you wanted to. Tears were already welling up seeing him again, diligently going at the plumbing with a wrench.
“W-what? No, I'm supposed to be saying that.” Dennis frowned, hating how upset your voice was. That he'd contributed to the red ringed bags under your eyes, the way you sniffled, the pain laden in your tone.
“I didn't really listen to you earlier, that wasn’t fair of me. I got worried that you ran out on me like those other guys but it's not the same.” You said.
“I know, I understand. That's okay, um did you want to get lunch together before our shift?” Dennis asked hopefully. “We can talk more then?”
“I'd like that Denny. But I do have time now. We're not on till night shift…if you'd like to stay longer.” You asked shyly, fear plaguing you that he’d say no again and leave.
Dennis dropped the wrench with a clang in surprise at the offer. “Yeah, I’d like that!” He jumped up and tested the tap, pressure looking great and no leak when he twisted it closed. “Should be all fixed.” He washed his hands to prove it was.
“Impressive.” You praised him and wished everything else could be that simple. Heading upstairs, Dennis sat down on the couch and Elvis snuggled up to him on his lap straight away.
“You little shit, where’s my love?” You demanded and were given a rude blep and nothing more. Dennis laughed softly, petting Elvis as you got some of the burnt almond torte you’d been saving out of the fridge onto a couple plates.
The two of you traded trauma tales, Dennis with how his mother instilled in him a deep fear of sex and religious guilt, growing up in a small town where everyone underestimated him. How he grew up as the weird kid, older brothers given everything, how his father hated that he went to medical school. The one thing Dennis had worked on with his father, the car they'd spent fixing together over summers taken away from him, not even given a single hello on the phone from the man since he moved to Pittsburgh.
You told him about your own father, who left as soon as your mother got sick, he wasn't the centre of attention anymore, he'd never been a father but more a second grown man-child for your mother to look after. As soon as she couldn't provide everything for him on a silver platter, he was gone. How in school you were also the weird kid, so bitter and angry at the world for losing your mother and entirely unable to process it.
Then Dennis began to tell you about his previous encounters with women and what happened in med school.
“Wait, hold on. She actually watched instagram reels while you two were?” You asked horrified as Dennis retold the story of his first time.
“Maybe they were TikToks, I don’t know. Something about pink sauce.” He nodded, sipping on his decaf. “It got around that I couldn’t…perform and everyone made fun of me around campus.”
“What a fuckin’ whor-ible bitch, if I see her arahnd cen-trul downstreet it’s on sight!” Your accent came through stronger the angrier you got and Dennis couldn’t help but feel giddy at you being so protective of him.
“Yeah, they called me Dionysius of Pittsburgh. I guess a joke around my name which originates from the Roman god of orgies.” He sighed a little theatrically.
“That’s awful and what an intricate insult.” You frowned, doctors were a different league of bullies you supposed.
“They didn’t really call me that. I just made that one up.” Dennis smirked playfully from behind his cup, making you giggle.
“I’m really sorry that happened to you Denny, I’ve also had some real doozies.” You admitted with a laugh to try and hide the pain, setting your cup down a little shaky.
“Want to talk about it?” Dennis offered, taking your hands in his.
It took a while for you to find your voice, but he waited until you were ready. “My last boyfriend walked out on me during. I was in a lot of pain and he just…gave up on me. Said I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore.”
“He did what?” Dennis couldn’t even fathom it, his hands gripping yours tighter.
“I mean yeah, it makes sense. Why would you want to stay with me when you could find another girl that doesn’t need all the extra effort?” Dennis remained silent and you grew more and more anxious. “Look, maybe we should quit while we’re ahead and…” You offered him an out, feeling the tears drip down your chin before his gentle hands were caressing them away.
“No.That doesn't make any sense at all. I’ll put in every effort for you. All stops, puttin’ on the dog, the whole nine yards, if you’ll have me.” He promised and you nodded into his shoulder, before gazing up into his eyes. Beautiful, blue and pure sparkling like the ocean.
“Puttin’ on the what?” You laughed tearfully.
“Puttin’ on the dog, rather than taking off on you like a scalded dog." Dennis grinned as you continued to giggle at the funny Nebraskan turn of phrases. “And as my Grandfather used to say, I was slower than a three-legged dog to not realise that!”
You had to hold your ribs from the stitch forming, “Why are the sayings all around dogs?”
“You’re perfect, and I won’t let you feel any less than that. Ever again.” All you could see from his expression was sincerity, an honest farm boy that knew too well what it was like to be neglected, forgotten about and cast aside.
“Same here Denny, you don’t need to worry when you're with me. I won’t ever make fun of you, or make you feel less than perfect. No matter what happens.” You managed to hiccup back, before pressing your lips flush against his.
It was a salty kiss, both of your tears in the mix along with your collected fears, apprehension and anxieties but despite them, sweeter for the promise of healing together. Another joined it, Dennis kissing you back with a small moan, eliciting a pleasured sigh, calloused hands twisting in your hair until you both unfortunately needed to break for air.
“Hey what movie were you going to put on if I didn't run off?” His cute smile dimpled, thumb circling your knuckles. It felt nice, comforting and soothing, the same thing Dennis did idly when you first met and he found out about your chronic pain.
“A comfort one, mine are something like the Princess Bride or Ella Enchanted.” You said, laying against him and brought up another forkful of burnt almond torte to Dennis’ lips.
He mulled over that while chewing away, as though considering a great conundrum, making you laugh. “Ooh nice choices, I generally go for Back to the Future. I do love Ella Enchanted though, but I might have to say my fave Hathaway flick is the Princess Diaries.”
“I accept your inferior take in films, and I've got the superior one on Blu-ray.” You shimmied off the couch and proudly showed the collector’s edition, next to your copy of the novel.
“Ah a luddite after my own heart!” Dennis used your own line against you when you poked fun at his CD wallet the other night. It made you blush recalling what else you two got up to on the phone as you put the DVD in.
“I still can’t believe Dee conned you into fixing the sink for free.” You said with a yawn, settling back onto the couch and sliding closer to Dennis this time.
“That’s not all, I’m working on the dodgy stove-top and loose grouting next.” Dennis beamed down at you, kissing the crown of your head, enjoying the floral scent of your shampoo. “The gutters also need cleaning, might as well check the roof tiling while I’m up there…”
“Seriously?” You couldn’t believe how fleeced he’d gotten, then again it was your adorable Doctor Whitaker you were talking about. “You can do all of that?” That was seriously blowing your city-girl mind right now.
“Any problem can be solved with a little ingenuity.” Dennis quipped, looking rather proud of himself as he stretched and wrapped a tentative arm around you.
“Okay, MacGyver.” You quipped back and snuggled right in, smooching him on the cheek.
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, after the movie heading back to rest in your bed, just enjoying the company, no pressures of anything further preying on either of your minds with everything left said and now out in the open. Dennis held your hand the entire time, smiling adoringly as you instantly fell asleep, head to pillow.
“I love you.” He whispered into the crook of your neck, holding you close, planting gentle kisses there throughout the night.
