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when the grass was green(Steve Rogers)

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word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, death mentioned, Sharon Carter, Civil War events all canon unless stated otherwise.

I woke up in bed alone, a steaming coffee and slice of toast with jam beside my bed. Steve wasn’t there most mornings, he usually woke up early for runs or mission debriefs or something. But he never failed to leave something for me to drink and snack on while I got my day started. And today was like no other. 

Once I’m dressed and my coffee is gone, I head down to the training area to get started on my morning workout. Unlike my brother, Tony, I experimented on myself rather than machines. I figured out a way to give myself bionic abilities, superhuman strength, speed, intelligence, and so many other minor abilities that make me an asset to the Avengers. I started these experiments after Tony went missing all those years ago, before Iron Man. I had to do something to find my brother, and that meant becoming stronger, faster and smarter than anyone else. But it didn’t matter, Tony always manages to save himself. The more I train, the stronger, the faster, the smarter, and the better fighter I become. 

“Ms. Stark,” FRIDAY’s voice comes out from above. “Mr. Stark is on the phone.” 

I pick up my phone, panting, and swipe. “What’s up?” 

“Did you talk to Pepper?” Tony asks. 

I sigh, “Not today, we spoke on the phone yesterday. She misses you too, Tony. She’s just tired of all this Iron Man crap, and you know that.” 

“Yeah,” Tony says, “I do.” 

“Have you seen the news?” Maria Hill asks me. 

“No? Why?” I ask. She points at the TV, showing Steve running into a burning building that was on the verge of collapse. “Oh shit,” I say. “Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

“Sometime later tonight,” she answers. 

“I can get there faster,” I say. And it’s true, I’ve recently figured out how to run on water. 

“You can, but there’s no point, this footage is from this morning. They’re already on the plane back.” Hill says. “Look, how about you just distract yourself until he gets back?” 

Distracting myself turned into a long bubble bath, candles everywhere, the TV playing some old 90s scary movie. It isn’t until near midnight when Steve returns to our shared room at the compound. 

“You look relaxed,” he jokes as he enters the bathroom, but I can see the tiredness in his eyes. 

“Hey,” I say softly. 

“Hey,” he answers back, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Wanna join me?” I ask, reaching a hand out. In a matter of seconds, he’s undressed and 

stepping in behind me. I lean back into his chest. “I saw what happened today,” I finally spoke. “Wanna talk about it?” 

Steve sighs. “No, it’s okay, it’s Wanda I’m worried about.” His hands come up to rub my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, doll, I’ll figure it out.” 

Steve leaves the meeting of the Sokovia Accords early, no decision having been made on the matter. Confused, I follow him out into the hall. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just an old friend passed,” is all he says. But I can see the longing in his face, the longing of his past and a life that almost became his. Peggy Carter is dead. 

I reach out to console him, but stop myself because I don’t know how. “How can I help?” I ask. 

“It’s okay, you can’t.” He answers. 

Some days later, and things are tense. Steve has been clear that he won’t be signing the Accords. I don’t know what I’ll do. I know we need some sort of control, some sort of hand to keep us in check. Everything that works best has checks and balances. But, I don’t know if the Accords are the right answer. 

Steve leaves for the funeral early one morning, while I go into the office. Tony’s there. “Hey, kid,” he smiles at me, exhausted. 

“I’m heading to the signing of the Accords,” I decide then looking at him, wanting to take something off my big brother’s shoulders. I can see his shoulders relax a little. “I should get ready, I want to see Steve at the funeral before I do.” 

I head back to my bedroom, and change into a black dress and heels. I bring flowers with me and take a car out, not wanting to ruin my heels by running. I enter through a side entrance, avoiding the mass of photographers out front to catch a glimpse at the passed founder of SHIELD. 

The moment I enter, I find Steve. Only he’s looking at Sharon, who’s just announced herself as Peggy’s niece. I see the look on his face, the heartbreak of being reminded of Peggy all over again and I turn around. 

The lights go out in the middle of Bucky’s interrogation  after the bombing in Vienna. Sam and Steve go running. Steve and I hadn’t spoken since he left for Peggy’s funeral. Today, he’s a criminal for going after Bucky Barnes. 

Natasha is pleading with Tony, “Please tell me you brought a suit.” 

“Sure did. It’s a lovely Tom Ford three piece two button. I’m an active-duty non-combat.” Tony shoots back. 

“Follow me,” Sharon hurries past the three of us, leading us down the stairs. Because of course she’s still one of the good guys too. 

We take our positions, before going after Bucky. Or in this case, The Winter Soldier. Tony goes first, with nothing but the palm portion of his suit, a piece of his watch. Sharon goes next, followed by Natasha. 

The moment I see his hands wrap around her throat, I run towards him at supersonic speed. The Soldier is quick to respond. He fights me fast, his punches hard, but he can’t keep up with my quick speed. I caught him a few times, a right hook to the jaw, a kick to the chest. But eventually, he grows tired of me and quite literally lifts me up and flings me across the room. 

Tony and Rhodes land in front of Steve at the airstrip. “Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don’t you think that’s weird?” Tony asks. 

“Definitely weird,” Rhodes agrees. 

“Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he’s behind all of this.” 

King T’Challa jumps out. “Captain.” 

Steves nods. “Your highness.” 

“Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago, can you help a brother out?” 

“You’re after the wrong guy.” 

“Your judgement is askew.” Tony shoots back at Steve. 

“Steve,” I say. He turns to look at me for the first time in some days. “What are you doing?” 

“What's right. What are you?” Steve asked me. Then, things get ugly. 

 “I know that road,” Tony says as he leans closer towards the screen “What is this?!” The group of us watch Bucky kill Tony and I’s parents. Bucky stands a few feet away, looking down, ashamed. We watched the car crash. We watch Bucky drag our father out and kill him. We watch him walk around to the other side of the car and wrap his hand around our mother’s throat. 

Tony lurches forward towards Bucky, but Steve quickly grabs him. “Tony,” Steve pulls him back. Tears well in my eyes as I swallow the sob building in my throat. After all these years, I finally know what happened to my Mom and Dad. 

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, trying to regain a sense of my surroundings. I hear Tony ask, just barely above a whisper, “Did you know?” A small sound escapes my lips, a tremble on my chin.

“I didn’t know it was him.” Steve says. 

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers, did you know?” Tony shoots back. 

It’s quiet. Then Steve finally says, “Yes.” The sob slips out then and I quickly turn away. I hear the exact moment things take a turn for the worse. I hear Tony’s helmet of his Ironman suit snapping back on, I hear Steve go flying, and then the fighting really starts. I turn around just in time to see Tony shoot at Bucky. They go flying, Tony’s hand wrapped around his throat. 

“It wasn’t him, Tony, Hydra had control of his mind! It wasn’t him!” Steve yells repeatedly. The structure of the Hydra base is collapsing as we speak. Steve, Tony, and Bucky follow each other until the three of them fall a dramatic distance. 

They stand and face one another. “This isn’t gonna change anything, Tony.”

“I don’t care,” Tony’s voice is hard, meaner than it had sounded in a long time. “He killed my Mom.” Tony and Steve begin to fight once more. I slowly move forward, trying to stop the tears as I watch my boyfriend and brother nearly kill each other. Bucky comes flying in with the shield, but before he can hit Tony, I break into a run, then jump and kick. The four of us don’t stop, we don’t stop when Bucky’s arm is blown off. We don’t stop when Steve uses his shield to take repeated hits at Tony. At some point Bucky’s leg connected with my stomach and I flew into the wall behind me, my head taking a hard hit. I don’t see what Tony does in response, but I hear it. The way Bucky slammed into the ground. 

 “He’s my friend.” Steve says. 

“So was I.” Tony answers. 

I watch Steve lift Tony and throw him to his back. He punches the helmet off Tony’s head. Then, jams his shield in the arc reactor of Tony’s suit and yanking it back out. 

I crawl towards Tony as Steve limps towards Bucky. I look over and look eyes with the Winter Soldier. I see regret and pain in his eyes, but it’s overcome with my own anger. “How could you?” I ask Steve. “I mean I get why you didn’t tell Tony, but-but why didn’t you tell me?” Steve’s back stays to me, as I hold Tony’s head on my lap. “That shield doesn’t belong to you, our father made that shield.” 

Steve sighs one final time before releasing his arm from the strap of the shield, letting it fall to the ground with a clang. 

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her aura, her laugh ; manon bannerman

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warnings: slight angst, mostly fluff, manon being scared

reader is woc, has curly hair

the day i met manon i knew she would be the love of my life. we were from completely different places, worlds apart, brought together by some dumb competition and some dumb training, some dumb band. you were raised in a city thousands of miles away from her, in New York.

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you were the girl who brought flavor to the band. you were fluent in several languages, trained in several styles of dance. you gave katseye a multidimensional platform to work on. you gave them options.

you were also detail orientated, perfecting every craft and skill and hobby until you could monetize off of it. all because your family depended on it. there had always been pressure, always been this weight on your shoulders, but it was okay because you loved your family.

you could play a few instruments, and started writing songs at a young age. everything you did, you did because your parents pushed you. then when tragedy struck, and things took a turn for the worse, you were who your family relied on.

you were perfect for the program. but despite it all, singing was not your thing. you weren't bad per se, you could carry a tune, but not for very long. during the training portion, manon and you often saw each other in passing to and from rehearsals.

sophia had been helping you in fundamentals, the same way she improved, by choosing a harder song every few weeks to master. manon was quiet, someone who kept to herself and did her own thing so there weren't very many words exchanged between you other than some general information sharing. still, you knew, she was yours.

manon's aura is what drew you in at first. well, actually, it was her septum. you had been interested in getting one, interested as long as you've seen it on manon's face. you had been heading out of vocal lessons early in the morning, evaluations looming, when manon was heading in and you stopped her. "hey, did that hurt?" you gesture to your own nose. "i'm considering getting one."

"for sure, it was honestly painless, but I did a ton of research and found a really good piercer." she explained. "i was sneezing bloody boogers for weeks though."

you laugh. your laugh is what drew manon in. it was warm and welcoming, it was like a buttery croissant, or soft and sweet macaroon. she wanted to hear it again. and again.

you were up late that night, outside the dorms, rehearsing with sophia again. "ok ready?" she asked.

"we don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time," you begin.

manon is walking by, having had a serious talk with the heads of Dream Academy, when she hears you. her steps slow to a stop and she leans against the wall. your voice is deeper than she'd thought, definitely an alto. You sounded so unsure of yourself, but with every word, it seemed like a step closer to your dream. at least that what manon thought.

manon hurries along and exits the building, the last time anyone would see her for a very long time.

after the top twenty girls debuted with Dream Academy, you saw a lot more of manon. she appeared at more rehearsals and chilled with the girls more. "okay, so," daniela smirks. "first kiss stories, y/n, go!"

you roll your eyes and sip the cheap wine one of the girls paid some creep to buy. "i was thirteen, and she was a very good first kiss. not a good babysitter, though," you shrugged. the girls laugh as you giggle and go into the story of the short lived babysitting journey you went on in your early teens.

"so, because you threw a "boy girl" party and some girl lost her bra, your parents made you get a babysitter, who you then seduced?" sophia giggles into her hand.

"i mean cut me some slack, she was a predator, but yea that's the story."

"i have a question!" megan's hand went up. "manon, who here do you have a crush on?"

everyone starts giggling even louder than before. except you. you were watching manon with rather interested eyes. "why do you think i have a crush on someone?" she asks, narrowly avoiding the question.

"please, you're always checking your lip gloss, making sure your hair looks good, and you stare into the void a lot. now, answer the question."

"fine," manon rolls her eyes. "Ua."

you were shattered. on another level heart broken, so as the group of girls continued to talk, you quietly backed out of the room and returned to your bed. you laid in bed, and began to cry.

***

From that moment on you had stopped speaking to manon. for your own sanity, to stop whatever heartbreak loomed. you performed alongside her, using your acting skills (something that benefitted you greatly so far in terms of facials and expressions) to feign a friendship.

the fans loved you guys together. the comments rolled in.

user: did yall see y/n and manon?

user: holy shit they compliment each other so well

user: y/n has the best hair, like legit

user: if they don't fall in love, im gonna kms

yet you said nothing. not a word to her. she was confused. in the short time she had spent with you, she knew you meant everything to her. so why was it so hard to admit? why was this sudden pressure of being a popstar, in a international girl group, so scary? and why did it make being herself seem so much harder? manon had no idea. she didn't know what happened to her friend, but she did know she didn't want to lie anymore. even if it meant losing you forever. they'd be choosing seven members by the end of all this, that might mean one of you going home if not both of you. so what if the world thought of her as the visual, maybe she could be more than that. maybe she could mean more than that.

"y/n," manon calls, dressed in her uniform. you turned to look at her, really look at her, for the first time in weeks. and you look beautiful. curls framing your face, long and defined, yet voluminous. you were everything she wanted. she forgot to breathe. then took in a breath too sharp, choking on it.

your brows furrow and you uncomfortably scratch your neck as she coughs. "you okay?" you spoke to her, your voice as warm and soft as ever.

"yeah," manon spoke softly. she lost herself in y/n's gaze, in her beauty.

y/n swore she could see a golden light glowing from behind manon. you had to end this. for good.

"can we-"

"I don't think we should be friends anymore," you cut her off. manon could feel the cracks settling in her heart. they felt like concrete breaking, glass shattering.

"why?" manon asks.

"you want her," is all y/n says.

"but i don't." manon admits. "i want you, i'll always want you."

"would you risk it all for me?" you asked.

manon falls quiet, as she grows unsure. what did you mean risk it all? katseye? you? her chance?

"guys," lara calls. "we're going on."

the final ten lined up, and walked out. as they called each of your names, each of the katseye members, your heart broke for whoever didn't get picked and soared for the ones that did.

"y/n." the weight finally dropped, the knot in your stomach untwisted.

"there is one spot left in katseye," the announcer spoke. "and it goes to," there was a pause, "manon!"

she wanted to cry. not just because she did it. but because she'd be doing with you, yet without you if it went your way. manon looks at you through the shoulders of her new group members in a hug, and she reaches out and takes your hand.

confused, you look at her. she pulls away from the group hug, and takes you with her. "i don't want ua," she says with finality. "i never did. i only said it because," manon swallowed, "can we talk later? please? when all this is over?"

you watch the other girls begin to hug the other final ten members. you watch family members and friends storm the stage. you watch people congratulate everyone. things are different now. you're different now. this has been two years, and you still have so much more to go. and manon, manon glows like sunshine. and you will always want to be in her light.

you look at her. "say it," you demand with water threatening to spill over. "say it, or i'm done."

"i want you, y/n," manon confesses.

you look around and remember there are still cameras on you. "later, okay?" you join the others for hugs.

later eventually does come, and manon doesn't wait for a second to pass by when she gets you to herself. which for someone as impatient as her, is the second you get backstage. you pulls you away from the people, practically vibrating with happiness. because she knows what she's going to do, and even if its the only time she'll ever get to do it, it'll be the best time.

manon pulls you down a quiet hall and doesn't wait for you to say anything. she takes your face in her hands and presses her lips to yours.

"i love you," she says against your lips. "so much."

you smile against hers. "i love you too."

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"So," Rio's voice, smooth as silk, invaded your ears as he invaded your space, sliding into the now empty bar stool next to you, a drink in his hand, "he seems nice."

You paused, surprised to see him there, before you registered his words. You couldn't hep but laugh, "What are you doing here?"

He looked at you, those dark eyes staring into your soul. "What do you think?"

You took in a breath; you had thought your tryst with Rio had taken its course. You had paid your debt off by working for him, had a few long, steamy nights together, and then he disappeared--which left you disappointed, but not surprised. And so, a week after your last encounter with your former crime boss slash lover, you found yourself at a bar, drinking. Some guy had come over to you and started chatting you up; you weren't interested, but you talked with him anyway, just to waste time. But now Rio was here.

Rio was here.

"So," Rio was staring straight ahead now, "who's your friend?"

The guy had told you his name, but you hadn't registered it. You had no intention of going home with him or even really continuing the conversation. He had gone to the bathroom, and you were debating whether you wanted to stay and finish your drink or close your tab and leave before he got out.

But now Rio was here, and you weren't going anywhere.

"Some guy," you answered honestly, "How'd you know I was here?"

"Didn't," he took another sip of his drink, "I was just cruising, thinking, and I saw your car parked out front, thought I'd come in and see how you were doin'," his eyes were hard, "and I find you with... 'some guy'."

"Talking to some guy," you corrected him, "I'm not with him," you angled your body towards him, assessing him. He looked tense, his body was rigid, and his eyes were darker than usual. "How long have you been here?" How long have you been watching me?

He chuckled humorlessly, "Bout half an hour," he answered, he turned to you, "Almost as long as you've been chatting it up with Some Guy."

"And that...bothers you?" You asked, interest piqued.

He hummed, which you took as an affirmative.

"Why?"

He took another swig before looking at you, a hint of annoyance on his handsome face. But then he saw the look on your face, the open curiosity, and he knew your question was genuine. Rio placed his glass on the bar and turned towards you until your knees were touching. "Because I don't like to share," he admitted, "and I don't like to lose."

"You left," you said, trying not to make it sound like an accusation, "I thought you got tired of me."

"Nah," he shook his head, "Never. I had to fall back for a bit, had some heat on me, and I didn't want you getting into it," he smirked, "I mean, I had just gotten you out of your last situation..."

You couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, thanks again for that."

His face grew serious again, "Anytime."

You felt your cheeks warm up, "So... You're back now."

He nodded, "I'm back now." He licked his lips. "I'm not... I don't usually have people to answer to," he admitted, "I'm my own boss now, even my son's mom don't try to check me no more, I forget sometimes... Life don't just stop cause I left," he stared into your eyes, both your drinks long forgotten, "I should have called you, told you where I was."

You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him against you now. "I should have told you that I wanted to know," you looked over at him, "Because I did. I do."

He smirked at your wording, nodding to himself. "Well, how's about you and me get outta here and discuss what we both...want," he suggested, "Or, if you want, I can leave you alone, let you do your thing with Some Guy--"

"Nah," you stood up, grinning, "I'd rather go home with you."

He grinned back, "Then let's go."

As Some Guy walked back into the bar, he saw you and a tall, slim man leave together. He watched as Rio put a hand on the small of your back, and he heard your laugh as the door closed behind you.

You had no regrets.

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"Yo, this is fucking crazy," Angel sighed, walking into the living room with his shirt in his hands, his hair a bit messy, and his chain dangling against his bare chest, "Why do we keep doing this, querida?"

You frowned as you zipped up your jeans, trying not to look at him too closely, knowing how powerless you were when it came to him, "Doing what?"

"This," he clarified, standing in front of you, "You get drunk and call me up in the middle of the night, I go get you, we spend all night making love--"

"--Fucking," you corrected him, face blank, "We don't make love. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

He sighed, fingering the fabric in his hands, "You could be," he sighed again at the closed-off look on your face, "I'm for real, we could. We can," he reached out for you, but you backed away, and you could see how much that hurt him.

You could see his heart breaking.

"Baby..." He whispered, brown eyes wide. "I don't want to do this anymore."

Now it was your heart that was tearing apart. But you'd die before you showed him how you felt. You'd opened yourself up to him before, and all you got was a broken heart for it.

You wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Fine," you bent down and started tugging your shoes on, "We won't do this anymore." 'This' was the only way you could be close to Angel anymore; it wasn't ideal, but it was something. Late at night, when you were drunk and lonely and missing him, the only remedy was to bury yourself in his arms. But if he wanted to end it, then fine. You would go back to... to whatever life was without Angel.

"I don't want to be a booty call," he shook his head, "Fuck, Y/N, I'm in love with you, okay? I fucked us up before, I know, but I am in love with you," he repeated, "This shit--having you but not having you--it's killing me, alright? I want to be with you. I want to take care of you, I want to see you when you're sober, when I'm sober, in the damn daylight!" He took a step towards you, and this time, you didn't move away. Angel took a breath, and when you looked into his eyes, you didn't see anything but raw, genuine emotion in them. "I don't want to keep fucking you," he said, eyes on yours, "I want to make love to you."

You swallowed, "I can't let you hurt me again."

He put both hands on your shoulders, dropping his shirt on the ground, "I won't," he promised.

You stared into his eyes, and you felt a swirl of emotions bubble up in your chest. He was being honest, he was being open.

The ball was in your court.

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When Lip got home from work, the house was a mess. Frank was knocked out in the yard, smelling like a dumpster on fire in the Chicago summer heat, Fiona was passed out on the couch, a huge bottle of vodka cradled against her chest, Mickey, sporting a black eye, was smoking in the kitchen, not saying a word. Ian was sleeping in his bed wearing sparkly gold shorts, Debbie was awake and making spreadsheets for some reason, and Carl was sleeping in a broken down van with some random hood girl in the backyard.

A regular Gallagher summer.

Lip couldn't deal with any of it, once he checked on Liam--who was thankfully just playing video games under the bed--he went to sleep. You were in bed, and Lip wrapped his arms around you and joined you in your slumber.

You were gone when he woke up.

Donning a simple black tank top, Lip got up and made his way to the busiest place in the house--the kitchen. As he turned the corner through the living room and into the kitchen, he stopped at the sound of your voice, peering into the kitchen.

"--and Ian, if you don't take your meds, you know what happens. Come on, man, you were doing so good," you said, concern clear in your voice.

Lip heard Ian sigh before giving you a reluctant, but genuine, "I know... I'm sorry."

You had your hands on your hips when you turned to Mickey, "And you."

Mickey looked away, "I ain't do nothin'..." he murmured.

"You can't keep punching pervy old men," you continued, "Look at you. At least use a bat or knife, you know better."

Lip chuckled, crossing his arms as he listened in.

"FI!" You yelled, and Lip turned to see a grumbling Fiona descending the stairs into the kitchen. You stared at her, and she glared back. Lip watched from his spot in the doorway, wondering how this would go down. "Fi," you said, your voice softer.

Lip watched, surprised, as Fiona deflated.

"Yeah," she sighed out, nodding, "yeah, I know..."

You nodded, going over and giving her a hug. "Go back to bed," you said softly, "I got the kids. You rest up, and we'll talk later."

Fiona gave you a little smile and went back upstairs to rest and sober up, and you turned to address the others, "Ian, Mickey--you're going to clean the upstairs and both bathrooms," you turned your glare on Ian when he groaned, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing. Yes, sergeant," Ian mumbled.

"Debs, you've got the kitchen. And you're in bed by 11 tonight," you put a hand up, "I don't want to hear it, bed by 11." Debbie sighed, but nodded her agreement. You turned to Carl, who was shoveling Poptarts into his mouth like a wild bear. "And you."

"Mmf?" He looked up, cheeks full of sugary pastry, and Lip couldn't help but laugh at the look on his little brother's face.

"I was dead tired last night, but I'm wide awake now. If you ever," you took a step towards Carl, who shrunk down in his chair in response, "sneak a girl into this house again, I will cut. It. Off. Do you understand me? Do your hoe shit at school or the park, but not here."

He nodded, eyes wide.

Lip couldn't take it. He laughed, turning his body to try to mask the sound, but there was no use. You turned and saw him, and you smirked at his obvious appreciation of your way of handling things.

"And you," you said, a hand on your hip as you looked at your man.

Lip raised an eyebrow, "Me?"

"Oooh, Lip's in trouble!" Carl chanted around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah, get 'im, Y/N!" Debbie added in, happy to be out of the hot seat.

"You," you went on, walking over to Lip, "Work too hard," you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, "and you hog the covers," you grinned, stepping up and kissing him.

Ian, Debbie, Mickey, and Carl all booed at the show of affection, while Liam cheered you on. When you pulled back, Lip was grinning back at you.

"Won't happen again, boss," he promised, kissing you again.

You smiled, rolling your eyes, "Yeah, okay," you said back, not believing him in the slightest. You turned, pointing to the others, "Hey--this ain't a free show. You've got your orders, now move it. Chop chop, Gallaghers--and Milkovich."

The offending persons grumbled as they made their way to get their chores down, except Liam, who happily bounced up the stairs for some playtime, earned by his good behavior. You turned back to Lip, and he kissed you again.

"You know," he said, mouth still on yours, "I got in so late, barely had the energy to take my shoes off. Much less shower... So... How about we have some food, let Ian and Mickey get the bathroom clean, and then," he smirked, "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

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Because EZ is daddy

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You were asleep when EZ came back to his trailer. You heard him come in, heard the door close behind him and heard the soft thud of his feet on the floor. You were tucked in bed, exhausted after spending the better part of the day shopping for EZ's sparse trailer with Letty and Chucky (of all people).

It was a good day.

You felt the bed dip as EZ got in with you, and a moment later, he kissed the side of your face.

You smiled, "You smell like crime."

He chuckled, "Crime?" He kissed your cheek again. "Crime must smell good."

You giggled, turning over and looking up at him, "It smells like gasoline and leather and smoke."

"You know I don't smoke."

"Yeah, but Angel does. Everyone else does."

"Manny doesn't."

You laughed, your boyfriend was suspiciously fond of Manny. "I bet he doesn't get into bed with his lady smelling like outside," you countered.

EZ laughed back, getting up and shedding his kutte, "Okay, okay, I hear you loud and clear," he turned, his muscled back to you, and you watched the way his broad shoulders moved underneath his tiny little tank top. He looked around the trailer, noting the changes you made with a quiet satisfaction.

You, however, only had eyes for his body. He was built like a fucking god. "Come here."

EZ turned back to you, a wide grin on his face, "Yeah? Even though I smell?" He teased.

You held your arms out, "My sense of sight is stronger than my sense of smell."

"Eh, I dunno," he swayed as he stood over you, smiling down at you warmly, "You made a pretty compelling argument, maybe I should get outta here and shower up before--"

"Ezekiel," you interrupted, impatient, "either get your ass in this bed or give me Manny's number, dammit, cause I--"

He laughed, launching himself into bed and on top of you, wrapping you in his arms as he did. "Manny's my boy, but I'd kill him if he ever touched you."

You kissed him, and as he kissed you back, you knew that neither of you would be getting any sleep tonight.

Not that either of you minded.

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Unwind (Rio)

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A bit of smut under the cut.

Rio sat patiently awaiting your arrival. The movie was cued up as well as a warm dinner he had just picked up and some wine poured out for you. Marcus was off at Rio’s grandmother for the weekend. 

He sent a text to Mick that he’d be away from his phone for the weekend and to call his emergency phone if something couldn’t be fixed without him. By the time he puts his phone down he hears your keys turning the lock. 

A smile pulls on his face as you swing the door open and reveal your tired after-work face. Your eyes take in the scene in front of you and your lips turn upward as you bite back a smile. “Chris,” you kick the door shut as he rises to meet you halfway. 

“Hey mama,” he greets you, pressing his lips to yours. “Let me take these from you,” he takes your bag and keys from your hands. “Why don’t you relax with me for a bit and then we head up to take a bath?” He smirks. “We might have to get clean after, but it will definitely be relaxing.” 

You let out a hearty chuckle and wrap your arms around his waist. “Have I told you how much I love you?” 

“Hmm, not today.” 

“Well, I love you so much so that we can skip dinner and head up to our bath first.” Rio sees the shift in your eyes and he sets your things down and leads you to your bedroom. 

“Anything to help you unwind.” 

Rio had you pressed against his bare chest in a mess of bubbles and water. “This is lovely,” you hum happily and let your head fall into his neck. 

Rio chuckles. “Happy to hear I could help.” 

“Could do something else to help,” you turn your head and kiss his lips which he greedily returns. Rio slips his tongue into your mouth as his hand reaches to grope your breast. 

His hand trails lower until he finds your clit. “Mhm,” you moan into his mouth. 

“That feel nice, ma?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead slipping two fingers between your folds. 

His other hand reaches around the other side of you, taking over on circling your clit. Rio’s fingers pump in and out of you, with his other hand picking up speed to match pace. “Rio,” you gasp. 

“How you doing, mama? Feeling good,” it isn’t a question. He knows exactly what he's doing. 

“So good.” Your voice comes out breathy. “Take me to bed.” Rio didn’t need to hear you say it twice. He only chuckles and leads you out of the tub and back into the master suite. Rio kisses a trail from your lips to your cunt. 

“Mind if I have a taste?” Rio doesn’t wait for you to answer to start stroking himself, attempting to relieve the ache. This was for you, not him. 

You nod eagerly. “Please.” 

The next sound to come out of your mouth is a loud moan as Rio’s lips attach to your clit, sucking. His eyes stay on you, watching your every moan and gasp as your chest rises and falls at a quickening pace. 

Rio’s hand is still harshly jerking himself, moaning into you. “This is all mine, right mama?” 

“Yes, Rio!” He can’t help but grin as he lowers his mouth once more. 

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LESS movies about the lgbtq experience MORE movies about people who just happen to be lgbtq. is it really that hard to understand