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atinylittlepain · 8 days

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jackson!joel miller x witch!oc

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He thinks he might fall in love with her. She can't let him fall in love with her. Or: a reimagined take on an infamous Practical Magic au by yours truly.

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series content info | 18+ slowburn-ish, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to ???, discussions of death and grief, a little magic, just a little, jackson era joel and all that entails, eventual smut, angst obviously, and love that requires a little elbow grease.

a/n | thank you folks for your patience while I was being a little worm about this. Very excited to kick off this series, and I'd love to hear what you think <3

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There is the after, and there is the before. This is the before. In the before, there is a town nestled down in the purple-blue belly of a mountain, all shade and damp, cool green. A small town, everyone knowing everyone and everyone knew everyone as far back as history could reasonably stretch. And in this town sits a house at the end of a string of houses, sidewalk curling up in waves under the old force of tree roots, wrought iron gates and sleepy porches. Kids dare one another to step through the gate of this house. Only the bravest make it up to the porch, a quick clambering tap to the front door, wanting, but not really wanting, to see who might answer. All but one child, that is. She has no problem walking through the gate, but she’s learned to be quick in getting through the front door and slipping it shut behind her. The other kids like to throw rocks if she lingers, so she doesn’t. But there is always a sweet suspension of disbelief on the walk, before the gate, and the porch, and the slip through the front door. How nice, to have all her classmates walking her home after school.

“Did you get into any trouble today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, always another chance tomorrow.” It’s just enough to coax a smile out of her, her aunt and all her tuts and tsks, turns of her nose and we need a brownie before we do your homework, little choice but to follow after her into the kitchen, warm and sticky, the smell of fresh yeast and something richer. Even now, even in the first gasps of Summer, a pot always boils on the stove, spoon stirring lazy inside it.

Her aunt moves like a bird she thinks. But not the delicate kind. She saw a blue heron once, at the lake outside of town. Like that, she thinks. Graceful but sharp, big and sweeping, the tails of a linen shirt, and the braid woven gray and black that hangs between her shoulder blades. All so familiar, she can’t help but sigh, cheek propped in the clammy cup of her hand.

“Something happened today.”

“You don’t say.” Her aunt, always knowing before she can tell her, sometimes even before she knows herself. She picks a chocolate chip out of the brownie split between them, holds it on her tongue and lets it melt.

“Andy Nichols broke his arm. He said there’s pins in his bones.”

“Is he the one who–” She nods before her aunt can finish her question. Yes, the one who never threw rocks at her. Yes, the one who would sit with her at lunch, not because his other friends dared him to, but because he wanted to. The one who, last week, sitting on the bleachers during recess, pressed a quick, there and gone kiss to her lips, all shy, all sweet, wings fluttering fierce in her chest. Yes, that one.

“Now he won’t even look at me. All his friends are saying I did something to him.”

“Oh, Maggie, I’m sorry. People can be, well, people suck, to speak plainly.”

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Did I?” And the silence is enough of an answer, isn’t it? Her aunt’s eyes melt a little, lips pressed in a thin frown. Her aunt, who is as tired as she is, though she may do a better job of hiding it. After all, while she lost a mother, her aunt lost a sister. And the thing, that thing, this thing, that is threaded like a dark cancer through the sinew and snapping pulse of their hearts, contagious, careful or you’ll catch it. Everyone in town knows not to fall in love with a Campbell woman, a long history pocked with strange deaths, unexplainable misfortune. Her father wasn’t from town though, the first mistake of many.

‘It’s best if you don’t think on it, hmm?” Quiet and close in the kitchen, she does her best not to cry, feeling weak, a little wilted. One of those hugs that presses all the air out of her lungs, she needed it, breathing in deep, soap and sweat and soil and my little witch, we have work to do.

Homework doesn’t really mean homework in their house. Not the paper she’s supposed to be writing on the civil war, not studying for the math test she has on Friday. Homework means her and her aunt in the greenhouse, and her aunt quizzing her on the plants they tend to. What is what, what does what.

Lemon balm for stress and sleep. Also used to treat cold sores.

Echinacea for immunity.

Peppermint for nausea and headaches.

Belladonna for sleep, handle with care.

It comes easily to her, the same way that knowing things comes easily to her aunt. Plants, she thinks, make more sense than people do. It takes them a few hours to work through the greenhouse, night coming on in a swath of orange that smolders purple, cool shadows filtering in through green glass. They prune, they water, they propagate, and her aunt must think her extra pitiful tonight because she offers to teach her a few new tricks. The offer falls flat, however, when the prickled sound of scratching shivers up her spine. She knows it well, imagines that she could hear it from all the way across town at this point. The back door, nails skittering over its window panes, face pressed to glass, smeared shame, or maybe just a secret. All that’s needed, a look shared between them, no words. She stays in the greenhouse, closes the door behind her aunt, but leaves it cracked. She shouldn’t, but she likes to listen.

What she hears is always the same. Variations of desperation, I want, I want, I want, I need, I need, I need, him, him, him, her, her, her. How badly? So badly. Anything? Yes, anything. She’s watched a few times, peering around the doorway into the kitchen. All kinds of ways to meddle, to tangle threads, cut them loose, pick your poison, pick your pleasure. Her aunt tries to keep her away from it, the dark, crawling things, the needles, the wax dolls washed in smoke plumes. But she knows. Love is an ugly thing.

She doesn’t watch tonight, hardly listens either. Something else on her mind, in her hands. She plucks rose petals, lavender, rosemary, fills her hands with the rumpled things, says what she planned to say.

He’ll ride horses, talk to them too.

He’ll work with his hands.

There’ll be a streak of silver at his temple.

When we’re together, he’ll be able to stop time.

“Are you casting impossible spells again?” Her aunt catches her just as she’s stepping out into the backyard, damp grass and cicada thrum and the moon.

“I hope so. I hope it’s impossible.” They stand in the cool, damp grass, all that heat dropping down into a low mist around their ankles. And her aunt knows exactly what she’s doing. Afterall, she was the one who taught her this. Somewhere between a love spell and a prayer, though she hopes hers is more like a curse.

“There’s no taking something like this back, Maggie. Are you sure you want to do this?” She nods, says yes, and it’s enough for her aunt to stand down, giving her space to finish the rest of it. Intention, energy, that other word that people like to throw around She focuses on the words and the words become something other than words, and the petals and leaves lift from her hands. The moon takes care of the rest.

“I hope I never fall in love.”

The thing about spells is they always find somewhere to land, even the impossible ones. And somewhere in the before, that impossible spell found its target. Cupid’s arrow bent and broken, though still able to sting sharp. Somewhere in the before, a boy in another town in another life, young knees working hard to make the thin tires of a bike spin, already late heading home for dinner in the cooling night.

The boy’s mother hears him before she sees him, big, hot tears and ribs shaking with sobs she doesn’t often get to hear anymore, getting older, trying to get braver. The boy is bleeding, the boy is crying. The soft round of his palms scraped and stuck with gravel, and his knees no better, all down his shins, and he didn’t mean to cry, didn’t want to cry, but walking the rest of the way home, wrestling with the crooked handlebars of his bike, the feeling and the pain got too big, and he didn’t know what else to do with it.

“Oh honey, what happened?” His words come out in stops and starts, little stuttered gasps. I fell, gets strung into a few extra syllables, already ushering him upstairs and into the bathroom, the sharp smell of this’ll sting, cotton gauze getting stuck in the blood.

In the before, still young, the boy is a soft thing. He cries easily, and he doesn’t like that. Cries when he’s angry, when he’s hurt, when he’s frustrated. Cries harder when he cries because he wishes he wouldn’t cry, even if the words for such a feeling are still too old for him. Somewhere along the way, the boy will lose that. The boy will lose so much. But for now, his mother is making all the big and little hurts better, box fan humming in the cracked window in the bathroom, his brother, even younger, watching through the slivered opening of the door.

For now, the boy lets his eyes close, sticky with salt and the last wandering tears, and he wonders if he really saw what he thought he saw, what stunned him so snappingly that he flew head over handlebars onto the still-simmering asphalt. A blurred vision, blink and miss it, though even so, he’s still sure of what he saw. A rose bush, a sudden burst and bloom and flashbang, nothing and then something and then everything. Blooms that unfurled their skirts as fast as he was riding by, until what had been only green was blotted out entirely by heavy white petals. The boy will lose this memory with time, reasoning it away as an impossible imagining, something from a young mind that will no longer be his. But while the boy is still young, still a soft thing, he will think to himself with a kind of secret wonder that whatever he saw that night, it had to be magic.

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of It - Anniversary

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings.

Word count: 1,800

Summary: After two years together, Jason takes her out somewhere special for their anniversary.

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It was mid morning when Jason called.

That was deeply unusual, this month especially. He had been so busy lately she barely saw him except for the days she got up and found him dead to the world on the other side of her bed.

Idly cataloguing the possible reasons for the call, Andy turned down the radio and stepped away from her laptop.

A serious injury? Unlikely, that call typically came from Alfred and would have happened three hours ago. Location compromised, maybe? Pretty good chance, although it wasn’t usually a call but an emergency alert telling her to get her ass out the door. Maybe he was loopy on fear-toxin antidote again and needed to hear she was still alive.

Most likely situation was Jason calling to tell her he was leaving the country, or the planet, or possibly the universe. Given the timing, it would be… well. Not crushing, but disappointing.

Two years into this relationship, she knew better than to get too precious about calendar dates.

“Hello?” she said with a jaunty tilt of her head. No pre-emptive sulking, she refused.

“Hey beautiful,” Jason’s voice came through the little speaker. It was warm and low. “I’ve missed your voice.”

Her eyebrows rose and relief lit up her face. “Did you just? I’ve got a presentation tomorrow that needs some rehearsing, want to listen to my dulcet tones talk about community support funding?”

He laughed. “I would actually, but I’d rather hear the whole story from the beginning. Are you free this saturday?”

“Hmm, am I free this saturday?” she drawled. “On our anniversary?”

“Yup, that saturday.”

“Why, yes, baby, I think I am. Why do you ask?”

“You’re not free anymore. I’m calling dibs.”

“Oh?” She dared to feel not just relief but anticipation.

“8pm. I’ll come get you.”

“Alright. How am I dressing? Steel capped boots? Running shoes? Ballet flats?” She had learned the vital importance of this question since going out with him. Jason’s plans were best faced prepared.

“Heels,” he said, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. “Wear that slinky red number you hide at the back of the closet.”

She paused. Of course he’d seen it. “I’ve… never actually worn that before.”

“What did you get it for then?” he asked, teasing.

“Oh, you know. Maybe I’ll get invited to the Oscars.”

He laughed, low and promising. “I’ll make you feel like you did.”

She bit her lip. She was grinning like an idiot, alone in her own apartment. Two years in and she could still melt her with a word.

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you Saturday, sweetheart.”

They hung up and she drifted to her closet, eyeing up the dress.

He couldn’t make their first anniversary. The planet was under an invasion while Bruce was off-world dealing with some other, separate invasion, so Jason and Dick split up cowl temping duties. Dick went to go play Batman with the Justice League and Jason stayed to play Batman in Gotham.

He was more than capable of it and the average criminal didn’t even realise there was a different guy under the cowl. They just thought Batman was feeling extra mean this month. But it more than doubled his workload.

It didn’t blindside her. They were both disappointed but didn’t make a fuss, they had a system in place for these things. Both made compromises and extended grace to the other, and their relationship was stronger for it.

All the same, when Saturday night rolled around and she heard the purr of a car rolling up outside, excitement fizzed in her chest like bubbles in champagne.

She put on her finishing touches and went out to meet him.

Jason waited for her in a perfectly tailored black suit. He didn’t fancy himself up very often, or ever, in fact. Having him dressed up was more of a luxury than the McLaren sports car he was leaning against.

She drank in the sight of him. He looked like he could put Brucie Wayne to shame. The smirk on his face completed the ensemble.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said.

She wore her floor length evening dress, with a halter neck and the most indulgent plunging neckline she had ever worn, to say nothing of the split in the skirt. It was also bright red. She felt a little shy in it, but it wasn’t a dress for hiding in. She had towering black stilettos on her feet and a lazy swing in her hips. She wanted him to look his fill.

His eyes roamed over her with open appreciation. They were shortly followed by his hands, settling on her hips. He pulled her to him.

How was he still so much taller than her?

He kissed her, slow and deep and hungry. She leaned into him. He luxuriated in her.

Her night was off to a wonderful start.

Once they could bring themselves to part, he helped her into the car, and drove them off into the night. She put her hand on his thigh. He interlocked his fingers with hers and drove one handed. Gotham’s lights flashed by as they left their native little corner of the city behind. They wound through the Diamond District.

They slowed to a stop in the courtyard of a softly glowing restaurant. There was a cellist playing in the foyer. She recognised the name in a looping font over the door. She’d read it on some list of world best’s.

“You did not get a booking here on Wednesday. Did you?”

“I booked a year ago.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t going to miss it twice.”

She squeezed his hand. A ‘thank you’ wouldn’t encapsulate just how much it meant to her. She knew the case he was working on wasn't wrapped up yet. He lifted her hand and kissed her palm.

She looked out the window at the people getting out of cars ahead of them. Doubt niggled at the back of her head.

“I may not actually be fancy enough for these people,” she confessed.

Jason scoffed. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna put everyone else here to shame.” He killed the engine and turned to her. “They should be grateful for the privilege of seeing you. I know I am.”

She smiled, ducking her head a little. He tilted her chin back up and looked into her eyes, leaning down towards her.

“You know these windows are tinted?” he said.

She snorted a laugh. He snatched a kiss.

“If you smudge my makeup, so help me.”

“Sweets, you know that’s a challenge.” He tipped her chin higher and kissed her neck, expertly dodging where she had blended her foundation into her skin.

She sighed. She loved this ridiculous man so much.

A valet tapped his window and Jason drew back with a sly grin.

He got out and came around to open her door for her. It was a necessity given how low the seats and how tall her heels were, but she was happy to lean into the fantasy as he took her hand.

Doubt was for behind closed doors. With the world watching she stepped out into the courtyard in a flutter of red silk and her chin held high. Jason slung an arm around her waist, resting low on her hip. They walked like they belonged because who the hell was going to tell them they didn’t?

They were welcomed in by the maitre d’ and led across the packed restaurant floor. Jason caressed the curve of her hip without shame.

She spotted the empty table their path led them to. Jason stiffend at her side.

At the table directly next to it sat another couple, presumably also on a date. Bruce Wayne and a gorgeous brunette with a pixie cut, staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

Bruce glanced their way only briefly, and his expression froze.

Dread broke through his public persona for just a moment, a look perfectly mirrored on his son’s face. The collision course was set. Jason walked like he was approaching the gallows.

The brunette noticed the hiccup and looked back, revealing Miss Selina Kyle. She looked at Andy and rolled her eyes in commiseration.

“Actually,” Andy said, tossing her hair back and stopping in place.

The maitre d’ paused in his path.

“I would love to sit on the mezzanine floor. With the wall of flowers? It must be so beautiful.”

She ruthlessly silenced her internal scream over making a fuss. She was not surrendering her evening to Wayne bullshit. She got waxed for this.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am, the orchid display isn’t currently available, we are preparing an exciting new display for the spring after Poison Ivy-”

“It’s what I want,” she said pleasantly.

“Of course.”

The maitre d’ redirected them with perfect poise. He whispered in a passing waiter’s ear, and led them to the stairs.

Jason took her hand and squeezed it in silent thanks. The tension seeped back out of him. She squeezed back.

The mezzanine was comparatively quiet, with a giant print of Monet’s water lilies erected to cover some construction works. It had a lovely view of the rest of the restaurant however and the glinting chandeliers hung down over the main floor.

Table settings were arranged for them with a swiftness and subtlety even Alfred Pennyworth would approve of. Jason got to sit with his back to a wall and with sightlines over the entire pace, which always made him more comfortable. The table was small, they sat very close together, making it feel more intimate and private.

There were no prices on the menu and she didn’t grasp what the minimalist dish names actually meant. For a moment it filled her with a mute panic. Jason gave her a calm look and played with her hand on the table.

“We’ll have the chef’s menu, and the paired champagne for the table,” he said.

She was more than happy to be swept along. And she could pronounce the champagne better than the waiter, which calmed her fear of making a fool of herself. Jason managed to look exactly as at home here as he did while having a smoke on top of a dumpster in the Alley.

The food was all delicious, albeit in tiny portions on very large plates.

Below the table Jason ran his hand up her bare thigh, his fingers sneaking under the split in the dress.

She made eye contact as she licked the last of a creamy sorbet off her spoon. He watched with unadulterated focus. She ran her bare leg against his briefly, tastefully, and then retreated. He smirked at her. It was the smile of a man who knew exactly where his evening was heading.

He lifted his glass, with the last of its golden liquid in it. “To another year, beautiful.”

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afewfantasies · 1 month

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🏔️The Retreat 🏔️- Chapter III

Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II | Misc references & details

Summary: A threat to Lorena's safety leads to Gales assessment and acknowledgement of his complicated feelings for Lorena. Lorena tries her best to make peace with her past and what she's willing to accept in her future.

Pairing: Gale Cleven x Lorena (black fem oc)

Warnings: Spiking of drinks and gender based dangers relevant for the times.

Tropes: Slow Burn, opposites attract, forbidden love

Word Count: 2K

Chapter III - In Care of Gale Cleven

Another month has passed....

“Hey boss?” Kurt asks as Gale reviews the ledgers. “I think we have trouble, some guys came in flirting with Lorena pretty hard. They look like bad news” Kurts words alert Gale.

“Who’s in there now?”

“Jeff and Andy” Kurt responds as his boss grabs a pistol. He knew bad news and a beautiful unmarried woman in the middle of nowhere would be easy pickings for some. Locking up his ledgers he heads into the Lodge. He finds Lorena behind the bar like they’d practiced just in case of emergency. All four pigs are hanging on her every word they look and smell like trouble. Gale gives Kurt a hand signal telling him to call in the guys in the case of more trouble and sits to the bar not as an owner but as a patron. It gets the attention of the patrons and Lorena who gives him a soda. Gale never looked for fights but since the war sometimes he found himself seeking them out. Men who rejected the notion of peace needed to know some horrors and he would be the one to hand out that dose of reality for them.

“You alright?” Gale asks Lorena just above a whisper.

“Yeah” she nods. “Brown hat has a knife and denim jacket has a pistol” she whispers. A shrill whistle cuts through the air.

“Come on back over here darling, leave old blondie alone” One of the four trouble makers shouts.

“She’s no dog you don’t whistle at a woman!” One of the regulars says from his table as Jeff rids it of his dishes.

“Mind your business senior” One responds and the others laugh.

“Just apologize, you don’t whistle at women” Lorena says topping them back up.

“Sorry love more whisky” the loser in denim winks. Nodding she heads into the back feeling the promise of a brawl. Rose had taught her the unethical practice of drugging certain patrons. Reaching the glass viles she pours the necessary drops into the bottle of whisky swishing the bottle around. When she emerges more familiar faces have taken their seats. She pours four fresh whiskeys and in ten minutes the trouble makers are knocked out on the pine.

Gale takes point leaving Jeff with Rose and Lorena. He and the guys rid the troublemakers of their possessions getting their identification and car keys. He loads them up onto his flatbed truck covering them with a tarp like their dead men. Kurt and Rainey hop in the two cars they arrived in. Gale is in lead driving to the other side of the mountain. They’d wake up lost and with a serious headache. When he’d purchased the lakehouse from Rose she’d been forthcoming about all the dangers about being away from civilization. The sleeping drafts had been something her mother suggested after her and her husband had been attacked. He’d been engaged then to his dream girl. It was only supposed to be a cottage then. Rose and her boys would run it but then the war came and he left and when he returned home single he couldn’t bare to frequent the places he once had with his fiancé. He couldn’t stomach the noise and bustle of the city. He needed peace, he needed quiet and a simple life. The mountains weren’t without issue but simplicity served him well. Arriving at his favourite spot to dump miscreants he pulls into a cliff. Kurt and Rainey behind him. They put the guys in the cars leaving the keys in the ignition. They leave a can of petrol for them and one bullet in the chamber of their gun. They were so far inland that they could drive in any direction for an hour before finding a way out. That’s what Gale was banking on.

In five months Lorena had come to belong to him in a sort of way. She was his responsibility, she lived in his home, under his roof and anything she needed he provided. They shared breakfasts together and he checked on her every night before settling in. Whatever she wanted she got, he’d spent the equivalent of days chopping down trees and using wood to make her custom furniture for her books and her plants and for shelving. Her’s was the only room in his home expertly decorated. So much so he could hardly recognize it. Although he grumbled often about her frilly ways he enjoyed nothing as much as her smiling and happy. Nothing he hated more than her melancholy. With every new letter came a day of tears and sulking. No matter how he tried to consider the facts he couldn’t fathom a scenario where leaving Lorena for another woman would be feasible. The way she handled patrons he could tell she would make a fine mother and wife. After what Egan had said he knew Lorena had loved her ex-husband more fiercely than most men could imagine and she was still loyal to him.

Gale found himself thinking about her on some nights. Thinking of heading into her room and holding her all night and studying her soft features in the morning light. Waking up bathed in the scent of her perfume with her in his arms and not spending the dreadful hour before she woke up downstairs waiting to hear her footsteps pad across her bedroom into the bathroom. But she never looked at him the way the other women did. She didn’t stare longingly or even coyly. She’d never let looks linger with desire and he’d never heard her call a man like him handsome, although everyone else seemed to think of him that way. He thought of what it would be like to come home to her regularly and since their trip into the city he’d been unable to solicit discreet widows for carnal pleasure.

They’d make a handsome couple he thought often but she would never be his in that way. So he put the thoughts away as quickly as they came and his charge would be her protection and preservation like anyone else under his care. If he had to dump four scoundrels in the middle of bear country in the summer he would. Without regrets or remorse because nothing would ever happen to Lorena under his watch.

Back at the lodge he heads up to Roses place and finds supper has been prepared. Lorena sits on the sofa mending one of his shirts as she hums along to the record playing. He watches her in the doorway.

“All settled?” Rose asks.

“Mhm” he nods looking back to Lorena.

“She’s fine they were talking to her filthy but she’s not shaken up” Rose explains.

“Good, I’ll need more of those sleeping drafts” Gale mumbles.

“Mail came after you left” Rose notifies him. He swallows puzzled. Looking at Lorena it’s easy to see she’s in good spirits and not in her usual funk.

“She read the letters?”

“No, one from the ex that was pretty thick and one from the sister” Rose discloses missing nothing even at her old age. Nodding Gale looks up to see Lorena is now aware of his return. She snips a thread and stands draping his shirt over her arm.

“Everything alright, no one was hurt right?”

“No” Gale affirms looking her over.

“Come here, let me see it” Rose says holding up the shirt. Gale smiles seeing the rip gone but a mangled stitch replacing the gaping hole.

“Lorena” Rose tsk’s disapprovingly.

“It’s wearable still” Gale defends with a mocking smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart” Rose tiptoes kissing Lorenas temple.

“Tomorrow” she nods following Gale back to the house. They walk side by side as he uses a torch to light the way. “Thank you” Lorena whispers.

“You don’t have to thank me”

“I do you all take great care of me, let me do as I please and don’t judge me for it” she whispers sticking close. “Only loose and abandoned women work” she says as her mother and other society ladies did.

“Well you’re neither” Gale corrects in a clipped tone.

“Next month would be my sixth wedding anniversary” Lorena confesses slightly over the sound of gravel under their feet. Gale can’t make out more than her figure in the darkness. “My sister Fefe, has spent the day with me since the war. Last year we threw this big dinner party since Reggie was home. I got a letter from both of them today. I bet Fe wants me to come home” Lorena says sounding solemn.

“Why can’t Fefe come here?” Gale asks making her smile. He was a man that didn’t do nicknames ad the silly childhood moniker sounded silly coming from a grown man.

“Felicia” Lorena corrects. “She’d tell daddy who’d come here and make a big stink about me living in the woods with a man. He’d say he didn’t pay for my education and indulge my interests in fashion and hosting to have me stay here” Lorena explains.

“I see and my colour won’t help either will it?” Gale asks.

“My folks aren’t prejudice, maybe my daddy is a little but that’s cause his grandfather was a Native American” Lorena explains.

“So they want you remarried?” Gale asks.

“They do but all the suitors remember me as this happy young beautiful person. The young woman I was before the war” she whispers in reflection.

“Lorena I think anyone would be happy to have you as their wife” Gale says frankly.

“Gale I’m spoiled” she swallows heading up the stairs to their home.

“Why’s that?” He asks lighting the home as he looks down at her.

“I’ve already been in love, I know that that’s like. I’ve had a loving marriage.” She says. “I know what’s like and I’d know the difference and it’d haunt me” she confesses leaving Gale to nod I understanding. “And you and the guys spoil me rotten, there’s nothing you all wouldn’t do for me and you want nothing in return” she smiles. “I can imagine having to bat my eyes and be sweet for some pocket money or a new dress. Or sing the praises of a man who feels he owns me because of the marriage certificate” she says having thought through her options throughly. Raking his hands through his hair Gale thinks a moment horrified by the prospect himself.

“Any son of a bitch mistreats you I want you to send a letter here about where he spends his days and nights. I’ll take care of it for you doll” he says seriously. Lorena often wondered how such a gentle man found violence so natural to him. Smiling she shakes her head.

“It’s better I stay so I don’t damn either of our souls” Lorena smiles. Gale does too reaching out for her. She walks into his arms appreciating the hug and his care of her.

“Tell your sister to meet you in the city and I’ll drive down with you and bring her up here. You can have the house”

“My room is big enough for Fe and I”

“Well if Felicia’s a respectable woman her husband may not like her sleeping in the same house as a single man” Gale concludes.

“He isn’t like that, Felicia can do as she pleases. But I’ll send for her, thank you Gale” she says heading upstairs. It went without saying Gale was beginning to arrive at the place where there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep Lorena safe and comfortable. Stopping halfway up the flight of stairs Lorena turns around stopping him in his tracks.

“Really, thank you” she smiles getting only a smiling nod in response. “Take me shopping tomorrow?” She asks only to receive the same gestures. “Goodnight Gale”

“Goodnight Lorena” he says and she pauses before finishing the ascend and heading to his room. Her smile had been infectious since the first day he’d seen it. Lorena had been laughing at Jeff’s clumsiness, the fool had been half performing for her attention but as long as anything wasn’t too broken Gale let it go on appreciating the unfamiliar sounds of woman’s laughter as he sat in his corner numb to it.

Authors Note: Thank you for reading :) Let me know if you all want this to continue. The next Chapter has Lorena's older sister coming into town. She doesn't hold back and see's Gales feelings for Lorena.

#austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler x black reader #gale cleven x oc #gale cleven #major gale cleven #masters of the air #masterlist #black authors #austin butler x oc #austin butler fanfiction

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ambasingresident · 1 month

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Decided to draw the OC's of the THSC community on Tumblr as characters from the TNO universe (THSC x TNO)

I drew the oc's present in the post based on the artstyle of each blog (or at least how I interpret it) and the theme I gave to each oc. Hope ya'll like and enjoy it. I'll probably draw a second batch of THSC oc's x TNO art if I can find any oc that I can draw, if you want to be included then just dm me (or don't).

@yunaisky 's Andy Postman and Frederick Cedric x The Red Poppy Movement

"The Tyrant-Fighting Boyfriends of Roue"

@bluetorchsky 's Accordion and Violin x The Humanist

"The Music Dragons of Shostakovich"

@rarestdoge, @smoresthehalloweenqueen, and @mai-mai-lim 's ABC Trio x Siberian Black Army

"Be Gay, Do Crime!"

@caruskie 's Carus x Free Aviators

"The Witch of the Urals"

@capturecharlesau 's Danny Felizima x Governorate of the Levant

"Capitano Luce Stellare del Levante (Captain Starlight of the Levant)"

@ceresfromnationstates 's Calvin Perez x South African War (US Inteevention)

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING SOUTH AFRICA!!!!!!!!!"

@m1mk1d 's Max and @itz-candikin 's Lexi x Buryatia

"Le Holesom Mutineers of Sablin"

(Tbh I had fun drawing all of these, will look forward in making a project like this)

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Sick like me: part 2

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Roman reigns x OC Roxanne (Roxy for short)

Warnings: SMUT!!! rough sex, daddy kink, spanking, oral (f&m recieving), hair pulling, Dom/sub dynamic, throat grabbing, erotica more or less!! Making this one 21+ !! Errors I may have missed. Also a touch of romance because why not? I kinda got carried away... I'm sorry!!😩

Word count: 1454 (haven't written one that long in a while!!)

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @helensanders92 @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @windhamsrotunda

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I got in my car and drove to the hotel, making sure no one saw where I was going. We weren't ready for the world to know of our relationship yet but knew we could possibly get caught. I didn't know for sure how he felt but I thought he was worth it. As I Pulled into the hotel parking lot I looked around, still making sure no one has seen me. I got out of the car and walked through the hotel door to the elevator and to the 4th floor, my heels clicking on the tile floor, echoing off the walls as I walked.

When the elevator stopped I took a deep breath because I knew when he saw me in this dress I was in for it! I walked to his room and knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. A few moments later the door opened and he was shirtless, his hair wet from having just showered cascaded over his broad shoulders, and his skin glistened from the water the was still in it. I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of him "damn!" I said without realizing it.

"like what you see baby?" He chuckled.

"I do! You gonna let me in?" I asked

he moved out of the doorway leaving just enough room for me to slide through. I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down knowing he was soon gonna be in front of me. He put the do not disturb sign on the door handle before shutting and locking it and turned the light off. He walked to one of the drawers and pulled out a candle before lightijg it and setting it next to the tv. Walking towards me he reached his hand out to me and l put my hand in his as he pulled me to him, our lips meeting in a deep needy kiss. His massive hands running down my back grabbing my ass as a small moan escaped my lips "patience baby girl! Hasn't daddy taught you anything?" He chuckled

"i need you! You don't know how hard it was not to jump you right there in the hallway! You looked so sexy all oiled up!" I said biting my lip.

"jump baby girl" he commanded and I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed before laying me down on it. He kissed up my leg, leaving soft love bites along the way. When he reached my hip he grabbed the little black dress I was wearing and tore it in half from the bottom "hey I have no clothes now" I said as I looked up at him, the candle light flickering against the wall.

"maybe that's what i want" he smirked and I bit my lip before my head fell back down. I felt him kiss up to my belly button, my breath getting caught. I was almost completely naked and he still had his sweatpants on. When he got to the valley between my breasts I tried to reach for his sweatpants but he was just out of reach. I heard a small chuckle escaped him "so impatient"

"I havet seen you in 3 weeks! Of course I'm gonna be impatient!!" I said still trying to reach his sweatpants. He slowly kissed up my neck until he reached my lips, gently biting at my lower lip until he finally claimed my lips in a needy kiss.

He suddenly pulled away from me and stood up Andi whined at his weight not being on top of me. Undoing the belt on his jeans, he slid them down his thick thighs, letting the material pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now only in his boxers, the playing field was a little more even. I sat up and reached for his boxers but he grabbed my hand "don't you think you should take something off next baby?" He smirked. I reached for the clasp on my bra and undid it, letting it slide down my arms. All I has left was panties that were becoming more soaked by the minute and he knew it.

He reached his hand out to me and pulled me up when I put my hand in his. Reaching for the last bit of clothing I had, he quickly tore the red lace panties I had on off. Now I was completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. He suddenly pushed me back on the bed and as I fell backwards he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, weaving his tongue all around my dripping folds. My back arched off the bed as I grabbed Handful of his hair, trying to pull him into me. I lifted my head up and the candle flame provided just enough ligjt for me to look him in the eye while his tongue snaked it's way around my clit. "fuck!" I moaned out.

Suddenly he stopped and stood up again and I whined at the lack of contact. He pulled his boxers down to his feet, allowing his massive cock to spring free and smack against his stomach. "Bring that mouth here baby!" He growled.

I smirked, crawling towards him. I sat down on the bed, and looked up at him as I took his length in my mouth, earning a grown from him "that's my good girl! Just like that baby!" He said never breaking eye contact. His head fell back as I took all of him down, grabbing my head and shoving the tip down my throat. I had no gag reflex and he loved that "uhh fuck baby! If you keep this up I'm gonna cum before I get to fuck that pretty pussy! " He groaned pulling out of my mouth with a pop. "Turn around, face down ass up!" He commanded. Doing as he said I turned around and used my get to find where his legs were before arching my back.

He stroked himself a few times before teasing my entrance with his tip and finally sliding in, both of us letting out groans of pleasure. "Oh fuck baby girl! That pussy is so fucking tight!!" He growled, grabbing my hips "you've been a good girl for daddy haven't you?" He said, slowly started to move on and out of me. "Fuck! It's so big!" I said looking back at him, bouncing my ass against him to create more friction. *Smack* "did I tell you to move" he growled.

I bit my lip. I loved it when he was like this! "No daddy" i said. Sliding his hand up my back into my hair, weaving it around my pony tail he pulled me up by my hair until I was on my knees before he grabbed my throat and pounded into me, ro kijg the bed against the wall "oh fuck!" I moaned out.

"you like that baby? You like it when I grabbed that pretty little throat?" He growled. "Yes daddy!" I managed to get out. "That's my good girl! Uhh that pussy feels so fucking good in my cock!!" He growled in my ear making my walls clench at how sexy his voice was. "You like that huh? You like it when I tell you how good this hot pussy feels on my cock?" He groaned, picking up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, as his hips snapped against mine "oh fuck yes! Just like that!" I groaned out "you gonna cum for me you dirty whore?!" He growled "cum on my cock baby! Milk my cock with that pretty pussy!" He groaned "ooh yeah just like that baby! That's a good girl!!" He growled as my orgasm rocked me "ooh fuck yes!!" I moaned out. "Is that what you needed baby?! Oh fuck I'm gonna fill that pussy!! Fuck!!" A primal growl escaped his lips as his head fell back and ropes of his hot cum coated my already sensitive walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, releasing his hand from my throat, leaving soft kisses on my shoulder "you" *kiss* "are" *kiss* "amazing" *kiss* he said slowly pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed. "Come ere baby girl" he said patting the bed. I laid down next to him anf snuggled into his chest. "I love you so much' he smiled "what do you say we tell the world about us tomorrow huh?" He asked.

I thought about it for a second and smiled "I would love to! I want the world to know you're all mine"

#Youtube #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #roman reigns imagine

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f-cat · 15 days

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Hello!

I just wanted to remind you all who are following up on requests that I genuinely can’t get to them all, only maybe a few at a time. I see them and am not responding because they get removed if I do.

I can’t do them all. :)

I’m not a full-time artist and have a regular career, so please excuse me if I can’t get to yours. Just to prove I’ve seen your requests, here is everything from my inbox so far in no particular order:

Lara Croft

Ahsoka

Bo-Katan

Rio Morales (Game)

Rio Morales (Movie)

Rogue

She-Hulk

Supergirl

Powergirl

X-23

Atom Eve

Sif (God of War)

Ashelin

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Honey Lemon

Gogo Tomago

Aunt Cass

Rapunzel

Padme Amidala

Princess Leia

Raven

Starfire

Blackfire

Myself / FCat

Gwen Stacy (Comics)

Gwen Stacy (Movie)

Spider-Gwen (Movie)

Mary Jane (Game)

Mary Jane (Comics)

Captain Marvel

Black Widow

Bishop

Andi

Marika

Ulfreja (OC)

Shadowheart (again)

Karlach (again)

Panam Palmer

Judy Alvarez

Songbird

Hera Syndulla

Rinoa (Final Fantasy)

Quistis (Final Fantasy)

D.Va (a lot of requests)

Kiriko (also a lot)

Ana

Mercy (3 of her)

Widowmaker

Mei

Brigitte (A lot)

April O’Neill (Fortnite)

A bunch of other models from Fortnite (3)

Ellie (The Last of Us Part II)

Yotsuyu (FFXIV)

Random woman

Elsa

Anna

Nani (from Lilo and Stitch)

More Wonder Woman

Tsunade

5 different anime characters (I can’t do these)

Superhero OC (1)

OCs from friends (2)

Ysh’tola Rhul

Gentiana

Lunafreya

Bayonetta or Samus Aran

Korra

Asami

Princess Zelda (Twilight Princess)

Princess Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Skyward Sword)

Princess Zelda (Tears of the Kingdom)

Princess Zelda (My choice, apparently)

Darth Talon

Scarlet Witch being tickled by Agatha Harkness

Tifa Lockhart being tickled

Smothering Room Shenanigans

Old Tickling Renders

Do you RP - No

You’ll likely recognize yours. Thank you for being patient with me.

#feet #tickling

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miharuki · 8 months

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𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊/ 𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖖𝖚𝖎

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:hi, I'm miharuki or just uki, and I make fanfic requests, my English isn't the best but I do it in English and Portuguese (Eng/ptbr)

𝐏𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀̃𝐎:oi, eu sou miharuki ou só uki, e eu faço pedidos de fanfic, meu inglês não dos melhores mas eu faço pedidos em inglês e em português (Eng/ptbr)

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘:

★Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

★Tate no yūsha no nariagari/The rising of the Shield hero

★Tensei shitara slime datta Ken/that time i got reincarnated as a slime

★Jujutsu kaisen

★Dr. Stone

★Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi Online

★Blue Exorcism

★Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer

★Tokyo revengers

★Mashle:Magic and Muscle

★Uramichi Oniisan/Life Lessons with the Uramichi Oniisan

★Saiki kusuo no psi-nan/The disastrous Life of Saiki kusuo

★Death note

★Hypnosis Mic

★Diabolik lovers

★Hunter x Hunter

★Marginal #4

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘:

★The legend of zelda (linked universe)

★Genshin impact

★Undertale

★Omori

★Yandere aimulator

★Sally face

★Yanderes games

★Amor doce/My Candy Love

★ the kid ind the back

★ 14 days with you

★The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘:

★The owl house/a casa coruja

★Miraculos

★Hora de aventura/Adventure Time

★South park

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒/𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒:

★Creepypasta

★Happypasta

★Vocaloid

★Yanderes

★Crush boyfriend

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊/𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘

•I don't do characters x characters/eu não faço personagens x personagens

•I don't make smut content about underage characters /eu não faço smut de personagens menores de idade

•I don't do any underage characters, the maximum will be between (Teen only (12+)/eu não faço personagens menores,o máximo será adolescente (12+)

•I only place orders in private /faço pedidos somente no privado

•Yandere characters are different from ocs yanderes or boy/girl yanderes/personagens yanderes são diferentes dos yanderes ocs ou yanderes garoto/garota

•I don't do fem x fem (I don't have much experience with that)

•Orders may take time due to me studying/os pedidos podem demorar por eu estar estudando

•I WILL NOT make fanfiction about characters from series or films/actors or etc., I don't do that and I will refuse to do any kind /•NÃO farei fanfics sobre personagens de séries ou filmes/atores ou etc., não faço isso e me recusarei a fazer qualquer tipo

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desert-fern · 11 months

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Bruised Black and Blue - A Former Gunpowder and Lead Extra

Specific Warnings for this blurb: murder, shouting, making of poisons, guns, blood, poisoning, physical violence, swearing (expect this in all of my stuff tbh)

Paring for this piece: OC Fern “Bruiser” Spades X Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Notes from the author: This fic belongs to an alternative timeline of a fic that is currently being rewritten by the original authors. BUT FERN’S CHARACTER IS MY OWN AND I REFUSE TO DELETE MY HARD WORK

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Constantly looking over one’s shoulder got exhausting quickly. The CIA offered a million and one perks, but unfortunately for them, being thrust head first into cartels, trafficking rings, mercenary groups, while simultaneously rubbing elbows with some of the most vile people in the world, was not how I imagined spending my life.

So I decided to leave Langley and planned to never look back. But I was dragged from my thoughts by my former handler. “Agent Spades.”

“Sir.” Grant, or whatever he called himself, was watching me closely. “And it’s former agent now.”

He nodded. “Ms. Spades then. Are you certain that I can’t convince you to stay?”

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

The man before me grit his teeth, his jaw so tight I thought it would snap off of his face. “I’m sure we have some more local work that may interest you.”

I smirked. Typical CIA, loosely veiling an order as a suggestion. “Afraid not. I gave most of the life I have lived to you and the organization. I’m out. Besides, Operation Nightshade got me thinking about the simple life.”

Obviously, Grant didn’t like my answer, but I didn’t care. I had spent most of my adult life working for an organization that required blind trust, blind faith that the decisions made by those on high were done for the greater good. However, losing most of my team while running a false flag operation opened my eyes to the reality that the CIA never cared about us. We were always going to be pawns to the organization, and I couldn’t live that life anymore.

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A year and a half later, I found myself in Austin, Texas living with the man of my dreams, a man named Oscar Moreno. A good, kind man, who worked a 9-5 office job, lived in a two-storey house in the suburbs, a man who cared deeply for me. I loved him, if it wasn’t obvious. We had a dog, a hound that I named Andy, and I could see myself spending the rest of my life in this bliss. I worked in a small boutique downtown as a saleswoman and it was so different from everything I knew. We lived in a bubble, a bubble that I never wanted to pop.

But of course something changed. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to simple, or maybe it was because I had feigned suburban life many times while working for the CIA that his behaviour started to seem like it was all an act.

I started noticing cupboards that had once opened were now locked or in the case of the middle drawer of the living room bookcase, completely sealed. Oscar started leaving the room to take phone calls, unable to look me in the eye when he told me that it was nothing. He had also started spending more and more time in his office, the door that was once always open to me, now locked tight, even when he wasn’t home. Andy had started growling when he came close to me, whimpering and following close whenever Oscar made a sudden move.

Then Oscar started staying out later and later, sometimes not coming home until 9-10 pm, despite his office shutting down at 6 every day. He’d started taking weekend trips too; not coming back until late Sunday night and he would refuse to answer my questions, sometimes shouting at me to drop it. So I did, but my brain had taken hold of these abnormalities like a dog with a bone and no amount of his aggravated “I’m fine” or “Don’t worry about it” convinced me to let it go.

Either he was cheating, which I doubted, because I would have found something by now, or he was what I had been. A spy for someone, some country, corporation, or crime lord that wanted something. Or I was just paranoid, which was possible. The constant looking over my shoulder that I had hated while operating for the CIA had come back the longer I stayed in that house in the suburbs and I was growing worried.

A year and a half later, Oscar had proposed with a ring that I knew cost far more than he should have been able to afford. His behaviour had settled down a little but I knew he was still hiding things from me. If the locked office door or three separate phones didn’t give that away, then the tripwire in his office and the ink packages in his desk drawers definitely did.

The drawers hid file after file on customs agents at the Austin airport, ID badge templates, building blueprints, and 3D printing guides for weapons pieces. “I guess I was right to be concerned.” I had told all of this to Grant, who said plainly that the CIA didn’t conduct operations on American soil. I had scoffed at his lie and hung up, determined to figure this out on my own.

I had run false flag operations before and they had all started out like this. The realization hurt me deeply. All I knew was that the last three years of my life had been a lie, that Oscar, the man I loved, was all in this to achieve his mission. His betrayal stung like hell, and I remember leaving his office exactly how I had found it, just as Oscar had come bursting through the front door. It was like watching a tornado race through the house as he dug through a few drawers to grab things I couldn’t make out, stuffing them in his pockets. Then, like clockwork, he disappeared into his office.

Only this time, he shouted for me. “Fern!”

“Yes, honey?”

“Come here.” And if those words didn’t send my heart plummeting down, down, down into my ass, I didn’t know what would. I had to tread carefully. I knew more than I should in this moment and that made me dangerous.

I swallowed. “Give me a sec, okay?”

“No. Now.”

Shit. Oscar had never demanded anything of me before.

“Fern!”

“Coming!” I hurried up the stairs to his office, towel in hand to make it look like I had been in the middle of something instead of standing in the hall, staring up the stairs. “Jeez Oz. What’s going on?”

His face was pinched as he watched me come stand in the doorway. “Cut the shit. Where is it?” Oscar was angry. I had never seen him like this, red in the face, the brown eyes that I had grown to love were filled with an emotion I had never seen on him.

This time the confusion that spread over my face was real. “What are you talking about, honey? I don’t come in here. You made that clear, and I respect your space.”

“My flash drive.” He stepped closer, hand dipping into his coat pocket and grasping hold of something. “The green one.”

I didn’t want to find out what he had in the pocket. Not if I wanted him to think I had no idea what he was planning. “Honey? You’re scaring me.” I added a little wobble to my voice, trying to sell the fear as I took a step backwards.

Oscar sighed, hand leaving his pocket to rub at his face. “I didn’t mean to do that, okay? I’m just stressed out. I’m sorry, mi vida.”

I just nodded, not trusting a word that left his mouth. “I know,” I mumbled, wringing the towel in my hands. “I’ll go start dinner.” The door shut the second I turned to head downstairs, the lock clicking shut seemed to echo down the hall, and I found myself tearing up. “Keep it together, Fern,” I mumbled to myself. “He’s just a man. A stupid, stupid man. After this, you’re done with men.”

Dinner was silent. The only noises being the clinking of silverware against our plates and the music playing softly from the kitchen. Then Oscar disappeared again, leaving me by myself downstairs, alone with my thoughts. All I could think about was stopping him. This man, Oscar, wasn’t who I had thought he was. He changed. Scoffing, I pulled my ring off, throwing it at the wall and watched it bounce under the fridge. Good riddance.

While Oscar slept, I sat up late, hiding in the shed in the backyard, carefully mixing a cocktail of poison that would burn as it entered the bloodstream. It was designed for a tortuous death and even worse, it was of my own design. The CIA trained me far too well for me to ever live a normal life.

Other vials I filled with water and, with a gas mask on, very carefully painted on melted thallium until the vials were shiny with the metal. Enough of it absorbed through the skin could kill quite quickly, and I had plans. I stored them carefully in a bag before slipping into bed.

When he got up earlier than usual the next morning, I waited until I heard the front door shut before I jumped out of bed and grabbed my keys and shoes, following him a few minutes later. The bag of poison sat under my seat, while my gun was concealed in the pocket of my hoodie. I was ending this today.

Oscar had gone everywhere except work that day. He went to the bank, where I saw him take a large amount of cash out from the ATM, then to the dry cleaners where he left with a suit bag that was definitely not his. I tailed him to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, parking far enough away so as to not be spotted, yet close enough to make my getaway.

I found him and four other men huddled around, pulling on what looked like security uniforms as they spoke in Portuguese, finalizing the details of their plan. Lucky me, I got there right on time to stop them before they decided to do something stupid. Unfortunately, Oscar looked up at that moment and found himself staring me dead in the face. “Mi vida, what are you doing here?” His voice was hushed, like he was trying to hide what he was saying from the others, two of which had guns trained on me.

“I could ask you the same. Joaquin.”

The colour drained from his face as anger burned in his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“I think you know.” My gun was sitting in the pocket of my hoodie, reachable, but I would need a fucking miracle to get to it quickly. “You thought you could hide this shit from me?”

Oscar - Joaquin - stared at me. “You took it!” He bellowed, hand coming up to slap me across the face.

He didn’t make contact. No, I caught his hand in my gloved one and pulled him close, my gun now muzzle-first against his neck. “Yeah. I did. False flag operations usually require a little more planning than just this. Who’s the handler?”

Nothing.

“I’ll kill him and then all but one of you, who will die painfully,” I threatened, waving the gun around and watched one of the men before me slowly put his gun on the floor. “Good boy.”

“I’ll kill you!” The man I knew as my fiancé had begun ranting, cursing me out in Portuguese. “I swear to God, I will kill you and bury you so deep that no one but the spiders and worms will find you!”

The last threads on my resolve snapped. The persona I had embodied too many times on missions came roaring back, and I backhanded Joaquin across the face before kicking him in the chest with my booted foot. “Who. Is. Responsible?”

“I’m not telling you.”

Well then. I grabbed his shirt with one hand, pressing my gun to his forehead, before repeating myself. “I have no qualms with putting a bullet in every joint of yours, so try again.” The look on my face was blank, emotionless. The Ghost eyes, a colleague had called them.

“No.”

Fine by me. I pulled the vials from my pocket, tossing them to each man around me. “I am going to give you boss this,” I wiggled the clear liquid, allowing each man to watch it slosh against the sides. “And one of you is going to tell me what you have planned, and I’ll consider telling you which one is the antidote.”

“Fern!” Joaquin was yelling now, head thrashing side to side as I popped open the vial and poured it down his throat as he lay there twisting under me. The shouts turned into coughing and gagging, and when I removed my foot from his chest, he rolled over, fingers going down his throat, trying to throw up whatever I had given him.

“So? What’ll it be?”

The smallest man in the room immediately began explaining. He told me what the target was, what they had planned, who had ordered it. He told me everything, before collapsing. He and the others had caught the thallium coated vials, the toxin seeping into his skin as he had stood there.

None of the vials had been an antidote, they were realizing this now.

And after one fell, so did the others, each falling unconscious from the amount of thallium that coated each little glass container. Each man would remain there, a bullet passing through each of their temples, silencing them forever. Ever the diligent agent, not a bullet remained at the scene, those I would bury in my flower bed at home, where they would never be found.

Joaquin though, he was still alive. For now. No one except me knew the ingredients of what I had given him and it would stay that way. His voice was nothing more than a gurgle, yet still full of pain so deep that it took every fibre of his being to creep closer to me.

Too bad he wouldn’t ever leave the building. I made sure of that.

===

Months afterwards, I had rebuilt my life in Austin. It took a while, but eventually I was able to open a flower shop that I proudly named Hera’s Orchard. I worked 10-5, putting together bouquets, boutineers, and the like for weddings, events, prom, and just because. It was exactly the life I wanted for myself after the CIA. After Oscar.

I didn’t dwell on him for too long. He had lied the entirety of our relationship, the exact details were still unclear to me, but for once in my life, I was okay with that. He would only be a blip on the radar that was my life, so inconsequential that his name wouldn’t register.

Three weeks after opening, I hired my first and only three employees, Charlie, Mavis, and Lori. Charlie, I could tell, had a huge crush on me. Why I had no idea, but it made me chuckle on the odd night when my house was too quiet with just me and Andy. We were a small florist’s shop, and we got nowhere near enough traffic to require more people than that. And it worked for us.

There was, of course, a back room that was off limits. I told my employees that it was a special climate-controlled environment that required minimal handling and were plants that I had specially ordered. However, this was only a portion of the truth. The special plants were those that produced very dangerous poisons, some of which, when distilled down, were untraceable when combined with others.

It was a hobby of mine. Simple as that.

Plants were simple, but the concoctions they brewed were anything but. It added a new layer to the life I had built for myself and it thrilled me to no end. I built a lab in the basement of the house Oscar had left me. There, I spent my evenings and weekends playing around with different mixtures, testing theories and my own limits. It made it hard not to think about Oscar - Joaquin - some days. His death had been full of agony; a deep, writhing, biting pain that had snaked through his veins, lighting up every nerve ending in his body and it had been my final gift to him. A final thank you for a waste of three perfectly good years.

The relationship might have been fake, but his will wasn’t and neither was his life insurance. So I guess it did all work out in the end.

My creations sat there, gathering dust. Just like I was. I craved excitement, and for the first time, I found myself missing my old job. I had grown complacent, set in my ways. I had to change that before it would be the death of me.

Across the street from my flower shop sat a cute little bakery called Cora’s. I knew from Mavis that the cinnamon donuts were worth killing over, and from my observation, it was frequented by a lot of women. Not that that was anything of note, but after a few months of being open, I had noticed the pattern of women who seemed to shrink in on themselves as they walked in the doors, only to leave minutes later with a coffee cup and something that most of them stuffed into a pocket.

Well, consider me interested. Something was afoot.

I began my own investigation. Coming by every few days, making sure I didn’t have a pattern, and placing orders for my shop while inside as I sipped my drink of choice for the day. Sure I was casing the place, but I learned a lot.

The owners, a pair of women, who I came to know as Emory and Birdie, were kind but intimidating in the sense that they knew something you didn’t. Even their friend, Atlas, a local defence attorney, had the same look in her eyes, and I was immediately intrigued. I watched and waited, eventually introducing myself to the owners as the owner of the flower shop across the way, and I knew that I had an in.

One phrase seemed popular. “A pomegranate scone, please”, “Could I add a pomegranate scone to that?”, “A large coffee and a pomegranate scone.” An odd request to happen so frequently, given that the menu item didn’t exist, and whoever was behind the counter, whether that be an owner, or someone else, almost always paused before sliding something across the counter.

My interest was piqued, and one night I stayed late at the shop, watching the lights at Cora’s shut off, while a queue of people seemed to grow longer and longer by the minute, stemming from the back of the building.

Strange.

I armed myself, slipping into the queue silently before ducking inside a speakeasy. It was electrifying, especially since I had been out of the spy game for a while now, and it was like I was coming home.

I wandered through the building, taking in the musicians and the performers, watching the patrons, noting the clothing, the way they carried themselves. At this point, I caught sight of a woman I had seen at Cora’s earlier that day. One who had used the phrase. She was curled in on herself, intentionally making herself small. Markers of a woman in distress.

Slipping down the hallway after her, I watched her enter a room with four women sitting around a table. What happened there with that woman was none of my business, but she met my gaze when she left. It was full of relief, confidence, and something new that had a pep in her step. “Thank them again for me,” she whispered as she slipped past me down the hall, and I saw her exit through the back door, disappearing into the night.

Now it was my turn for an audience.

I stepped into the room, the pieces of my investigation slotting into place as I watched recognition flicker over three of the faces. Emory, Atlas, Birdie, and another woman had stood on my entrance, their faces torn between confusion, anger, and something else. Something dark lingered in the eyes of the fourth woman. “So. This is where the code gets you.”

“Fern.” Birdie’s voice was so unlike its usually chipper nature. I had intruded on something secret and she did not want me here. “What are you doing?”

“Offering my help. These women you are helping need more than a gun, or being able to smother whoever is hurting them.” There was no humour in the eyes of the usually laughing Emory. She was doing her best to pin me to the spot with her glare. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“You need my help,” I continued, walking up to the table. “If you really want to protect these women, as you claim to do, then you need this.” I placed a vial of my newest mixture on the table, grinning a little as they turned slightly to glance at it.

The one woman I didn’t recognize, scoffed. “Water in a little jar isn’t going to do anything for these women.” Her voice was sharp, by my guess a woman who had served her country for as long as she could, and she was clearly not a fan of me being here.

I grinned. “If that were water, then I’d be wasting all of our times. I have a specific skill set that is helpful to you and you would be wise to take me up on it.” My tone left little room for argument. I was dead-set on joining this ‘girl-gang’ of sorts. Their cause was admirable, but they needed help. “Besides. I caught you with your pants down, that isn’t a good business model.”

A look was exchanged between the trio of women, before one nodded sharply. “You are the first person to find us like this,” Atlas commented. A part of her seemed impressed, but I knew better than to believe that these women weren’t dangerous.

“And I intend on being the last. You give me a chance to ensure that these work the way I intend them to. I help you ensure that this sanctum is only penetrated by those needing our help. Do we have a deal?”

Emory smirked. “What makes you think we need you?” A typical posturing move, she was unsure and trying to compensate. If I were right, then she was a woman like the kind she helped, using her past experiences to guide her anger at the man who hurt her and channeling it into punishing the abusers, douchebags, and those who deserved it. “You said it yourself, you just walked right on in here. We have been doing just fine without you.”

“You have. I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that.” It would be stupid of me to think that they weren’t capable. I had made a career on men and even other women doubting my abilities, my intelligence. I wouldn’t make the same mistakes that those morons had. “I only think your mission could be better served if your doors weren’t so easily slipped through. You could better protect these women with my skill set in combination with yours.”

“Hmmm.”

I nodded at the vial on the table. “Give that a try. If it doesn’t yield the intended results, then we pretend this didn’t happen. I won’t say a word because I clearly know very little of what happens here. But,” I paused to meet Emory’s gaze, holding it with mine. “If it does its job, you know where to find me. Have a good night ladies.”

And just like that, I walked out of the inner sanctum of the women that I would come to know as the Furies, not looking behind me. I took a risk, a calculated one. I only had to hope that my skills were something that they deemed useful. If not, then as I promised, I wouldn’t say a word. Their mission was admirable, ambitious, but one that was important.

I got word a few days later via a basket of muffins that Emory wanted to chat with me. The basket had a phone number written in dark red pen on the little tag that hung from it, and once my staff were preoccupied with picking the ones they wanted, I stole away to call who I hoped would be a friend and ally soon.

We spoke quickly. Emory had wanted to tell me sooner rather than later that my poison had worked. That it was untraceable.

Now that surprised me.

“And,” Emory began. “We’d like to take you up on your offer of helping us ensure the safety of these women. Plausible deniability is everything in this line of work. It helps us keep them safe.”

“I sense a ‘but’ somewhere in that sentence.” My tone was light, almost humorous. I knew my work was excellent, but proof of it made my heart sing. “What’s the catch?”

Emory paused and the line went silent for a few moments. “There is an NDA. You didn’t come about joining us the usual way. We need to ensure our safety.”

“I understand that, Em. But please consider that if I wanted to harm you and the others, I could and you wouldn’t know until it was too late.” I had to make that fact perfectly clear. “But,” I continued, “I have no intention of doing do. I will sign the paperwork.”

There was a rush of air on the other end of the phone. “Good. Now, about the ad Cora’s has posted. You already know that asking for a pomegranate scone gets you help from us, do you have something you want to add?”

I hummed in thought. In truth, I had spent a long time thinking about this arrangement these women had and what my own involvement would entail. “Have them ask for a custom bouquet of asphodel and other blooms. Only I handle the custom orders.”

“Expect Atlas soon with the paperwork. Welcome to the Furies.”

===

I spent my days arranging flowers and bouquets for the good men and women of Austin, while nights I was either lurking in the darkness of the Underworld, Birdie’s speakeasy or holed up in my lab working on the latest batch of poisons that would debilitate the worst kind of man the universe could make: a coward who beat, belittled, looked down upon the woman he chose to share his life with.

A month after I had joined the ranks of the Furies, a furious ex-husband of a client stormed the speakeasy had made a run for the woman. It had taken me nothing to step in front of him, defending her. “Get out of my way bitch!” He was so drunk that I could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. Red face, twitching eyes, slight slur to his words, and half a stumble every time he took a step, it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out. “Move or… I’llmoveyou.”

Needless to say, I didn’t move. His presence in the speakeasy was a sign that things had to change some more. If one husband could come here after his wife, then the whole point of Persephone’s - Emory’s - mission was wasted. He swung at me, a wild haymaker that missed me by miles. I fired back with two quick jabs to the side, sending him stumbling into the wall. Each swing he took hit nothing but air. He was too drunk to do anything more than stand let alone throw a punch, so I kicked his ass out the door, sending him on his way with a black eye and several bruises to his abdomen.

That one night earned me the nickname Bruiser, and I found out from Birdie that the task force was very interested in how a man had had a run in with a Fury and not wound up murdered that instant. The mere thought always made me smile, especially since he was found dead a week later with fentanyl left in his bloodstream.

It was also the night I met Natasha. She had approached me after I sent that man out the door and to say I was drawn to her was undercutting the entire experience. Soft dark hair, intelligent brown eyes, and just the right amount of muscle to still appear deceptively delicate and she had her sights on me. It was electrifying being in her presence, I hadn’t been so attracted to someone since Oscar, and here she was, her hand on my bicep, eyes cutting into mine in a way that had my head spinning.

“Want to go somewhere more quiet?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, a furious blush covering my face.

Thankfully, all it did was make her grin. “Of course. Where were you thinking?”

“My shop is across the street?”

She nodded, motioning for me to lead the way. I let her into my office, sitting in my desk chair watching as she perched on the desk in front of me.

“So. Was this all a ploy to murder me, Fern?” Her question was full of teasing, but it still sent a bolt of fear down my spine.

“How do you know my name?”

She chuckled. “My best friend is married to Birdie. Bob?”

“Oh yeah. Somehow it’s easy to forget that she’s married,” I mused aloud, ignoring the bright smile on the face of the woman in front of me. “It has to be how she carries herself.”

Natasha smirked as she placed her hands on the armrests of the chair I was sitting in, my words seemingly lost between my mouth and her ears. “What do you want from me, Fern? A chat? A quick fuck?” She’d ignored the words I spoke moments earlier, choosing instead to cut past the formalities of getting to know someone.

Her bluntness made me laugh. “I just wanted to get to know you, Sargeant.” I held up her badge for her to see, grinning as she gaped at me. “You aren’t the only one with tricks.”

The room fell silent. Natasha’s presence filled the room we were in, a cloying feeling that enveloped all of my senses. It was like the summer air after a storm, thick, heavy and it made you sweat. I wanted more at the same time as parts of me wanted to leave. However, Natasha knew she had the upper hand and she didn’t waste it, ducking her head down to snare my lips in a kiss that stole my breath.

I pulled her towards me, sliding her off the desk and onto my lap, as I kissed her back, content to let her have control for the moment. When she pulled back for air, I seized the moment to trail teasing kisses across her collarbones and throat. It made me grin as I felt her breath hitch as I kissed over a spot just below her jaw. A hand gripped my jaw, steering my lips back to hers and her sigh allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth, pulling her closer to my chest.

One of Natasha’s hands braced itself against the wall behind me, the other bracing my jaw as her clever mouth nipped and teased. I had gotten lost in the feeling of her lips on mine, that a sharp bite to my lower lip drew me back to the present moment. The same moment that this dream of a woman sat straddling my lap, kissing me. She was everything I hadn’t known I needed. Touches that sent sparks racing through my body and kisses that made my head spin. I barely knew her and yet I already knew that she would be my weakness.

I don’t know how long we sat there, making out like teenagers in my office, but it was one of the best moments of my life. Eventually, Natasha did have to leave but she stopped in my doorway, letting her eyes trail over my position in the chair as she chewed on her lower lip. It was enough to have me standing up, a card in my hand. “Next time you’re looking for a ‘chat’, Sargent, you know where to find me.”

“And if I want more?” Her dark eyes were a gleam with an unspoken challenge, and it had my blood pumping like I had just ran a marathon. “What does the infamous ‘Bruiser’ think of that, Fern?”

The grin on my lips matched the mirth in her eyes. “I don’t know, Natasha. You’ll just have to call and see.”

She plucked the card from my hand, kissed me softly once more before slipping out the front door of the shop. I watched her go, leaning against the counter, a hand pressing against my lips, mesmerized by the dark haired woman that had slid into my life so seamlessly. I hoped that she would call, that she wasn’t just a ploy used by the task force to unbalance us.

Moments later, my phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number: Does this count as calling? I need to see you again.

Her message made me chuckle as I typed back: I guess I can count it. Meet me at the shop tmw at 6. We can have dinner and talk.

A responding thumbs up flashed across my phone almost immediately. As I stuffed my phone into my pocket, a sinking feeling quenched the thrill that had been lodged deep in my chest. I couldn’t afford to get hurt again and I knew that Natasha would be the end of me.

Flash forward a year later

Natasha and I had been going strong for a year now and she had a difficult job, balancing me and my secrets with her duty as a police Sargeant, and I figured that it was time that she was read in on what was going on.

Except she refused. “What I do know is too much right now,” Nat told me. “My love, I want to know, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t protect you if I know everything.”

That part had confused me. “What do you mean?” We had been laying together in bed, her head pillowed on my bare chest as she curled into me. “I can protect us both.”

“I can still be called to testify against you if you are caught. I don’t want to know. Not yet.” Her voice, while soft in volume, was firm in its tone. She had risen up in her elbow to look at me and I couldn’t help but stare. She was a vision against the pale coloured sheets, her dark hair standing out as she played with my fingers, and like I had known from the start, she proved that losing her would be the end of me.

My voice stuck in my throat and it took several tries until I was able to croak out “You mean you want to wait until we get married?”

She nodded. “I do. That way, I can’t testify against you. I love you too much to put you at risk like this.” Her eyes were nervous, like she was afraid that she had said too much.

Okay. I could deal with that. “I love you too, Nat.”

===

A/N: So this is Bruisey! I had so much fun writing her story from before she was a Fury, and I hope you all enjoyed it too!

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Songbird p.2 - Andy Biersack x OC

The Masterlist

Chapter Two: Bonding

It was the next day and Max was waiting patiently for the gorgeous man to exit the hotel so they could hang out for the day. She had no idea what they were going to do because she lived in such a boring city and nothing was entertaining to her anymore.

She hoped with Andy, she would be able to see the joy her city once brought her come back.

It didn’t take much time for Andy to leave the hotel and place himself in the passenger seat of the car. Her car wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new. It was definitely a point A to point B kind of car.

“Hello Mr Biersack,” she made sure to stretch his name.

He gave her a slight grin as she waited to hear the sound of the seatbelt clicking into place. “Good morning Miss Carter,” he said in return. She scrunched up her face at the sound of her last name. She despised it greatly.

She looked over his way, “did you have anything in mind for today?”

He nodded and pulled out a little slip of paper. “I wrote down things that we could do, if you know where to go.”

She scanned the list, “bowling, go karting, movies - that one’s easy, the theatre is right there.” He glanced and gave a sheepish ‘oh’ in recognition. “Let’s see, yes, yes, yes. I know where they all are. Where did you want to begin?”

“How 'bout I beat your ass in go karting,” he said with a sly grin on his face.

“Oh you’re on,” she said, putting the car in drive.

It wasn’t a far drive from the hotel to the go karting range and she was happy for that. She was excited for their adventure today. “Normally, I don’t go because I have no one to go with, but I assure you that I have wicked moves on the track.”

“You don’t go with Tessa and Allie?” he asked. His head was tilted to the side, she noticed as she glanced towards him. Her heart swelled with how absurdly adorable it was.

“Allie is not interested in this stuff and Tessa can’t drive to save her life and it is not fun for either of us.” She thought of all the people she thought were her friends, “all my quote unquote other friends are just around to use me. Or are too old for this sort of stuff.”

He sighed, “then I will have to come around a lot more.” He seemed to like teasing her. Though when she thought about it, she really didn’t mind the thought of him coming back and spending more time with her.

Max turned into the parking lot of the small go kart track and parked her car. “Hey Andy, are you ready to eat my dust?”

“Nah, you’re going down,” he said, making a crash and burn gesture.

She smirked, “whoever loses pays for lunch at the winner’s choice?” She held a hand out to him hoping he would make the deal. Secretly, she wanted his calloused hand in hers for just a moment, she couldn’t figure out why. He stretched his hand out and placed it in her’s, giving it a firm shake.

She nearly melted at the small contact, “deal.”

She slipped away with a smile and ran towards the little booth to pay. “Half an hour? Or an hour? It’s $10 for every 10 minutes.”

He thought for a moment and looked at the time, “let’s do half an hour and then we can go for lunch since I couldn’t get my ass out of bed in this morning. You’ll be paying.”

She grinned, she didn’t have a ton of money, but she could pay for them if it came down to it. She was sure of it.

Once they paid for their time, she sat in a bright purple kart while Andy sat in one with the batman logo on it. She giggled, “ok Batman, you’re going down. Not even the power of Bruce Wayne can help you right now.”

He smirked at the comment, "you're going down songbird." And with that they were given the green flag to go and Max raced off leaving Andy in her dust.

***

Andy POV

He couldn’t believe she actually beat him. 50 minutes later they were sitting in the restaurant looking through the menu. Andy had lost so as per the deal, he was buying lunch.

What surprised him wasn't that she chose an expensive restaurant, no, she choose A&W and asked for a chicken burger and poutine. Andy was shocked at the Canadianness of that moment.

He still hadn't tried the Canadian delicacy of fries, cheese and gravy so he too ordered one.

"Would you believe I've been in Canada so many times and I still haven't tried poutine?" She looked at him in horror and gasped.

"Then you are in for a treat. If I could, this would be the meal I ate 24/7," she said shoveling a forkful into her mouth. “That and a nice juicy T-Bone.”

Andy thought Max was beautiful and after repeatedly denying it, he realized she did not see the beauty he did. It's more like he noticed she saw a broken person that didn't belong in a world of incredible people.

He looked towards his own poutine and stabbed the fries, cheese and gravy with his fork. He looked over to Max who was watching him expectantly. He braved it and put the mouthful to his lips then ate it.

It exploded with goodness in his mouth and his eyes went wide, “how the fuck have I not had this before?!” He cried out in happiness.

Max POV

Max giggled at his excitement as he took another bite, everyone in the store had their eyes on them and she felt really uncomfortable, she wasn’t big on being noticed. Things tended to happen when she was noticed.

She looked around at them as they turned back to their food. All but one, “Sorry, he’s American, he’s never experienced poutine before.”

The man gave a look of recognition and went back to what he was doing. Andy kept eating happily enjoying every bite of his food. Max thought it was cute.

“So Andy, what bought you to this stupid town in the first place?” she realized she still hadn’t found out why he was here yet.

“I was scooting towns we could do for our tour in Canada. People recommended this place, I wanted to see the fan base since I have a bit of time off before the next tour,” he said looking towards her. “I found one reason to come back, and she’s a pretty girl I know named Max.”

Max blushed turning away, “I’m not pretty,” she murmured while hiding her face. Andy thought that was probably something he would do to her again. “Course you are, you just don’t see it.”

She grumbled that he was a liar and switched the conversation to something new. “We have a healthy fan base in Kingston, we also have the surrounding areas as well that will gladly come into town.”

He nodded and she continued, “Come with me, I’ll show you what your venue would be. There is something else I would like to show you as well.”

“And what would that other thing be?” He said, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he shoved a bite of his burger into his mouth.

“You’ll just have to figure that out when we get there,” she said with a sly grin. She too took a bit of her food and the conversation turned towards them possibly coming to Kingston.

***

Andy POV

“And so I opened the curtain and there was CC completely buck ass naked,” Andy loved hearing her laugh, though it wasn’t exactly like chimes. It was more like music, which of course he loved. Andy hadn’t realized how much he was falling for this woman until just that moment. Man he would have to tell the guys later.

They made it to the venue and Andy noticed the name of one of the bands playing, “D.R.U.G.S? Seriously Matt didn’t tell me he’d be here.”

“I didn’t know either, I’m sure they’d let us backstage. I mean Matt Good’s best friend is here.” He chuckled and they walked in. Andy took his cell out of his pocket and very quickly called up Matt. He couldn’t wait to see his best friend again.

“Hey Andy!” His voice was excited to hear his friend.

“Hey, can you let me backstage? I’m in Kingston on the West side close to the door,” he said quietly; he didn’t want to attract attention to himself and Max.

“Yeah I’ll come get you,” he said. Andy could hear the smile in his voice. He hung up and Andy turned to Max.

“Matt’s coming,” she smiled with a nod.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the unknowing couple and quickly engulfed Andy in a bro hug.

“It’s been a long time man,” he said and turned to Max, “you finally found yourself a girlfriend?”

Max blushed and hid her face in his sleeve. He loved that reaction, maybe he liked her as well. “Nah, just friends. We met yesterday.”

Matt POV

He could see the glimmer in Andy’s eyes and the hope that she would be his. He had never had a look like that before. “Just met and you’re already introducing her to all your friends.”

He shrugged and turned a bit so he could pull her out from behind him. His eye never left her, so Matt knew he wasn’t lusting her, otherwise they would have swept across her body by now. “Matt, this is Max.”

He chuckled and held out a hand to her, “hello gorgeous.”

“I’m not gorgeous, but hi. Nice to meet you,” it shocked him that she denied the compliment. Andy didn’t seem shocked though. “She never takes a compliment. She doesn’t understand her beauty yet.”

He nodded finding it sad to hear. “Anyways, take us backstage?”

Matt nodded and they made their way backstage to chat some more. A woman with dyed blonde hair stops Max in her place, “Max Carter is that you?” She didn’t seem too comfortable when she responded. “H-hi Melissa.”

She noticed the presence of the two rockstars and slammed her mouth closed before she could say more. Max turned forward and Matt had a feeling she needed to get away from that person ASAP. So he grabbed her arm and pulled her along with Andy to the seating area.

“Max are you okay?” slipped out of Andy’s mouth the second they made it out of the sight of the other.

She nodded slowly, though he thought Andy knew something was up. “You can tell me what’s wrong.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her face into his chest. “Just a highschool bully. I don’t know why I am getting so strung up about it.”

The look of concern didn’t leave Andy’s face, “that’s okay, everyone gets worked up over something. She can’t hurt you now. I won’t let it happen.”

“But you are leaving soon,” there was that small reminder. Matt could see the cogs in Andy’s mind working. “And I will call you everyday to check in. Songbird, you’re important to me.”

Songbird, what an interesting nickname. He would have to ask Andy later about that. She pressed herself in closer to his body. Her face hidden by the fabric of Andy’s loose fitting shirt. “You’re important to me too.” She muttered quietly.

Matt smiled at the little interaction, but knew he needed to leave to hop on stage soon. So he cleared his throat and the two separated. “Ok Lovebirds, are we going to head backstage or are you just going to sit here looking all soft.”

Andy blushed but grabbed Max’s hand and pulled her towards the direction Matt was heading. Her cheeks were dusted in the same light blush as the man holding her hand was.

Max POV

“So you seriously didn’t recognize him?” Matt said and she nodded.

“Seriously, it took until he said something for the pieces to click in,” she laughed at her own stupidity. “And I’m a big fan of Black Veil Brides so that makes things just a little worse for me.”

Matt laughed again and it was Andy’s turn to add something to the story they were telling, “she blamed it on me wearing makeup all the time.”

Matt and the rest of his band were wheezing from the laughter. They could hardly contain it as she finished the story. “Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t recognize you with so little mascara on. Like geez, talk about a huge change. You go from BAM to bam with one swipe of a makeup wipe.”

“Are you saying you are attracted to men with makeup?” Andy said and it stopped her laughing in its tracks. Her cheeks went bright red again as she hid her face away from the view of many men in the room. She knew what that sentence was intended to mean.

“Hush, men with makeup on are as attractive as men without makeup on.” She went on, “And just so you know, I got what you were referring to and I am not attracted to your fame or you wearing makeup. You are a good friend Andy and fantastic company.”

She hoped that deflected some later questions from the men in the room. She was however catching feelings for the man she had been hanging out with for the past two days. It shocked her with how strong these feelings were already and how fast they were coming on.

The men around Andy ‘oohed’ and called out that he was just friend zoned and Andy looked over at her still blushed covered face and flashed a beautiful smile. “Glad you consider me a friend,” he said softly and she smiled while returning her face to view.

Oh she needed help, she was falling hard for the rockstar.

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Please do more hurt frankie fics like should of listened.

So much potential with the crash and/or the drugs but no one writes any without OCs or readers

Healing Hands - Oneshot

Masterlist

Summary: Andy Simmons was in love with Francisco Morales but he didn’t even know she existed. Yet one night changes everything.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x (OFC) Original Female Character

Notes: Takes place a few years before the movie. For purpose of the story. Will, Frankie and Santi are the same age. (I half assed proofreading this so soz in advance)

Andy had loved Frankie from afar for as long as she’d known what love was. He was kind, funny, smart and popular. He was her dream guy but he didn’t know she even existed.

He was a year above her so there wasn’t any reason for their paths to cross but then shekd befriended Benny Miller and suddenly she was thrust into their world.

“Fella’s, I’d like you to meet Andy Simmons. Andy, this is my brother Will and his buddies Frankie and Santi.” He said as he presented her to them like some prized puppy “Andy here is gonna be tutoring me so I can pass science this year.”

“Andy huh?” Santi probed and she gave him a shy shrug.

“Short for Andressa.”

This brought a small smile to Frankie’s face and Andy swore her ears erupted into flames. Benny couldn’t help but notice how shy she was around Frank and he smirked. Her secret was out.

“I appreciate you helping this knucklehead.” Will pipped up, pulling And’s attention away from her crush and to him “We’re having a party this Friday… you should come!”

“Graduation party?” She enquired and he shook his head.

“Farewell party.” He stated and her brows drew together in confusion.

“Farewell?”

“These three enlisted!” Ben stated and her stomach dropped “They're leaving next week for training and our dad’s out of town so we thought one last bash before they sign their death warrants.”

“Don’t say shit like that.” Frankie scorned and Ben shrugged.

“You’ll be joining next year and you know it.” Santi teased and Andy gave Ben a wide-eyed look “He follows his brother everywhere.”

“Do not!” Ben argued and Will snorted “What? I don’t!”

“Yet you hang with us every lunch.” Will pointed out and Ben groaned.

“You guys suck.” The younger Miller grumbled and Andy chuckled.

The bell ringing had them all walking to class. Andy waved the guys off before slipping into class behind Ben. Sitting through class, she found herself distracted by the fact she was going to a party. That she was going to be spending a night with the guy she was pretty sure she was in love with.

To say she was excited was an understatement.

She’d picked out the nicest outfit she owned for the Miller’s party. Andy had promised her mum that she wouldn't get into trouble and when Ben had kindly offered for her to stay, telling her a little white lie about his uncle chaperoning, her mum had allowed it. Andy was pretty sure her mum was more excited at the idea of her being invited to a party. Andy wasn't lacking in the friend department. She wasn't ‘popular’ but she wasn't unpopular either. She’d just never really been one for going to parties. So when Ben had dropped Andy off and pleaded with her mum to let Andy come, he'd been a little surprised at how quickly she said yes.

Andy quickly changed into her chosen outfit, a cute little black dress and her favourite combat boots. She put on a little make-up, checked out her look in the mirror and when she was happy, gave herself a small nod and went downstairs. Her mum was standing in the kitchen sipping at her coffee as she flitted through a magazine but she looked up when she heard Andressa enter.

"You look pretty." She gushed as she took in her daughter's outfit "Could have picked some nicer shoes."

"I like these shoes." Andy defended and her mum put her free hand up in mock surrender before taking another sip of her beverage "So is Benny your boyfriend?"

Andy snorted at that before shaking her head.

"Nah, he's just a friend. I'm tutoring him in Science but turns out we have a lot in common and kinda hit it off."

"Sounds like a boyfriend."

"He already has a girlfriend who's much prettier and a lot more popular than me." She chuckled before grabbing her coat and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Not all guys seek popularity."

"They always seek looks." Andy scoffed and her mother's brows drew together.

"Andressa, eres Hermosa." (Andressa, you are beautiful)

"Tienes que decir eso.) (You have to say that.) Andy scoffed "Eres mi Madre." (You're my mother.)

Benny tooting his horn outside was the cue Andy needed to head out. Giving her mum a hug and a kiss, she sprinted to the door.

"Stay out of trouble." She called out and Andy waved her off with a 'Yeah mum' before disappearing.

Ben waved as Andy sprinted to his car, blushing when he whistled at her.

"Damn Andy, you scrub up good."

"Shut up and drive Miller."

"Yes ma'am."

Fifteen minutes later, Ben had parked up outside his house and they were weaving their way through pockets of people Andy had seen but never spoken to before.

"Drink?" Ben asked as he motioned at the keg sat in his kitchen.

"Please." Replied Andy, giving Ben a nod in thanks when he handed her the red cup he'd generously filled with beer.

"You made it." Called out a familiar voice and she turned to see Will and Frankie making their way over "Glad you came." Said the older Miller as he pulled her into a friendly hug.

"Thanks for inviting me."

"You crashing?" Will asked and Ben nodded with her "Cool, so are Frank and Santi." Will stated and Andy felt her pulse quicken.

"Santi's determined to kick everyone out by 1." Frankie piped up "Can't afford the cops coming over and kicking out asses just before we head off."

"Definitely not." Will agreed before turning back to Andy "Enjoy the party."

It wasn't a mad one like Andy had expected. It seemed that the Millers had invited a choice set of people for that very reason and Andy was glad of that. She found herself sitting by the pool later that evening, watching as Ben and Will played ball with some friends in the pool.

"Didn't fancy playing?" Andy looked up to see Frankie coming over with a soda and a smile.

"Not really." She replied as she thanked him for the drink and moved up so he could sit beside her.

"Having a good time?" He asked and she turned her head to look at him, smiling sweetly as she nodded.

"Yeah, I am."

Frankie gave her a smile in return and it instantly went to her core. They gazed at each other for a while, static crackling between the two of them before Frank's hand cupped her cheek and he pulled her into the most incredible kiss she'd ever experienced.

The boy's wolf-whistling stopped that kiss in its tracks and Frankie chuckled as he gave them the finger before pulling back to look at Andy. She was sure she was grinning like a lunatic but at that moment she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that she'd just kissed Francisco Morales and it was everything she'd ever dreamed of.

"Wanna go inside?" He asked and she nodded eagerly, ignoring the woos and whistles as Frankie took her hand and led her in.

He took her upstairs and into what she assumed was a spare bedroom. His duffle sat beside a large oak dresser and what looked like the clothes he'd been wearing that day at school were neatly folded on top of it.

"Is this okay?" He asked, pulling Andy's attention back to him "We can go back downstairs if you want. Just thought that maybe you'd like-"

She shut him up with a kiss. She kissed him like it was the last time she ever would because, in reality, it probably was. The kiss became heated when hers and his hands started to roam. She unbuttoned his shirt and almost sobbed at what she revealed. Tanned skin and toned abs had her drooling like a hound.

"We don't have to..."Trailed off Frankie when her hands went to unfasten his jeans but he got his answer when her hand slipped in and cupped his growing erection.

"I want to." She whispered and that was all the invitation he needed.

In a flash, the two of them were naked as the day they were born and Frank's head was between Andy's thighs. His tongue lavished her and Andy was glad of the music downstairs because she couldn't keep quiet if she tried. When Frankie pushed two long, thick fingers into her tight heat she shattered. Andy grabbed at him, desperate to pull him up to her level again and when he kissed her again, she moaned at her taste on his tongue.

"Are you sure?" He asked one more time as he lined himself up with her entrance.

"Fuck me, please." She pleaded and with one swift movement, he was seated deep inside of her.

Now Andy was no virgin. She'd lost that to Sam Collins, her ex but he was tiny in comparison to Frank. She moaned loudly, grabbing the gloves of Frankie's ass and urging him to move. When he started with a languid pace, kissing her deeply as he worked out a rhythm. When he found her sweet spot though, he started to fuck her into the mattress. The sounds he pulled from her with bordering on pornographic and in no time at all she was there again.

"Frankie... she whined as she threw her head back "Fuck Frankie, I'm cumming."

He focused his attention then, giving her every ounce of pleasure he could. She was squeezing him so tightly that he was sure he wouldn't last much longer but he was determined to make her cum once more time before he did.

"One more Hermosa." He purred in her ear as his hand travelled down and his deft fingers started to rub her clit.

The combination of him hitting her G-spot and his fingers giving her the stimulation she needed was all it took to have her gushing over his length.

"Fuck." Frankie moaned as he sped up his thrusts, chasing his own high "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum."

"Cum Frankie." Andy pleaded and he did. With one more deep thrust, he painted her walls with his spend and panted against her shoulder "Fuck, that was amazing."

"I'm sure you've had better." Andy chuckled but Frankie pulled his head back and frowned at her.

"No." He replied, shaking his head "No I haven't."

The couple remained that way a little while longer before the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Andy knew that this was the one and only time she'd get to enjoy this so she made the most of it. Next week, Frankie would be gone.

She'd be okay.

She had to be...

Three years later...

Andy had been surprised when Ben had reached out. She hadn't heard high or tale from any of them in years. Ben had, sure enough, enlisted in the army the following year and that had been that. She'd written to Frankie for the first year he was gone but She had never received a reply.

She had known from the start that it was a one-night thing but when something came to light two months later. She had been desperate to get hold of him. All of her attempts had come up empty her heart shattered.

She'd meant nothing to him.

She moved schools but kept in touch with her friends and kept her head down. Three years later she had managed to make something of herself. She'd opened a cafe in town that had proved popular among the locals and she was thriving. She hadn't needed Frankie or anyone for that matter. She'd made it on her own.

Ben had arranged to meet her at her cafe on one of her days off. He'd sounded so excited to see her on the phone and she had tried to mirror that excitement but the truth was, they'd all gone radio silent for years and she had moved on. That time in her life was behind her.

Sort of.

Ben was sitting in the nook when she arrived. He'd spotted Andy through the window and stood to greet her with a wide grin on his face but his expression changed the moment he saw the pram she pushed in front of her.

"You're a mum." He stated dumbly, taking in the napping toddler before his eyes drifted to her.

"Nice to see you too Ben." She snorted as she rolled her eyes at him.

'I'm sorry it's just... Well, I wasn't expecting you to have a kid." He said as he pulled Andy into a friendly hug.

The child in question started to stir in her pram, brown eyes suddenly blinking up at the shocked man across from her.

"Hi." She said sleepily as she gave him a small wave and he smiled and waved back.

"Hi, there sweetie." He said as he crouched to her level "And what's your name?"

"Juana." She replied and Ben grinned at her.

"What a pretty name." He gushed "And how old are you Juana?"

She held up two fingers, just like how her mum showed her and Andy couldn't help but chuckle.

"Two?" He stated and she nodded shyly "Wow, that's big."

"No." She argued, pouting at the younger Miller "I'm little."

"Yes, you are Mija." Andy said as she leaned down to pull the toddler out of her pram "Quieres una galleta?" (You want a cookie?)

"Ce mama." She nodded and Andy smiled.

"Go pick one then." Andy said as she placed the toddler down and giggled as she tottled over to the till.

"So you have a two-year-old?" Ben asked and Andy nodded.

"Where's the dad?" He asked and Andy froze.

After the radio silence from them all. She'd decided to keep Juana's existence to herself. She had never expected to see any of them again so now that she was standing with Ben, watching her daughter pick dance around with Anna her favourite barista.

"He uh, well he kinda took what he wanted a left." She stated, trying to keep the details as vague as she could "Tried to reach out but he didn't want anything to do with me or her so..."

"Shit Andy." Ben said as he pulled her into a warm embrace "Well she's cute as hell and clearly a great kid so clearly you didn't need him."

"Thanks, Ben."

The two of them sat down, Andy thanking Anna when the woman brought over her favourite coffee and her toddler who was munching on her cookie of choice. Juana decided to sit on Ben's lap whilst he told her about his time in the army. How he'd quickly moved his way up along with the rest of them and you found yourself proud of everything he'd achieved in two short years.

"They all say hi by the way." Ben piped up as he downed the last of his coffee.

"That's nice." Andy replied and Ben frowned at her response.

"You don't sound like it is."

"It's just... I wrote to you... and Frankie, several times and I never got a response."

"Well, when Will, Frankie and Santi arrived, they'd ended up getting shipped off to a different camp for basic training. Wasn't long after that that they were sent on their first tour so good chance he never got 'em." Ben stated plainly and you suddenly felt sick "As for me. I uh... I did get your letters and I did write back I just... Well, I could never bring myself to actually send them."

"Why?" She asked and Ben shrugged.

"I dunno. Wish I could give you a good reason but I can't." He replied "Just a shitty friend."

"Bad word." Juana piped up and Ben chuckled.

"You're right... Sorry sweetheart."

"When you see Frankie... Will you uh, will you ask him if he got them?" Andy asked and he nodded.

"Sure."

The two of them spent another two hours catching up before they had to part ways. Ben promised to keep in touch and so did Andy but they both knew that it was one likely to be broken.

Life simply got in the way.

Four years later...

"Juana... You're going to be late!." Andy called up the stairs.

"Five minutes." Her daughter called down.

Andy was secretly glad her daughter was taking her time. She couldn't believe that she was starting the 1st Grade. It felt like just yesterday she was handed to her screaming and furious in the hospital. A horn sounding outside alerted Andy to Juana's ride and suddenly the woman was practically pushed her six-year-old out the door.

"Muuuum." Juana moaned and Andy chuckled.

"Have a good day baby." She said sweetly as she kissed the crown of her daughter's head "Mummy loves you."

She watched her daughter skip towards her ride and Andy felt her heart ache a little. Time was going so quickly. Next thing she'd know, Juana would be going off to college and she'd be alone.

That thought scared her.

Shaking her head, she hopped into her truck and drove to the cafe. Work was always a welcome distraction and when she arrived, she was happy to see her favourite regulars already sipping at their coffees and nibbling on the cake of the day. It was busy as always and soon morning faded into afternoon. Andy had just finished putting out some more cookies and cupcakes when the bell above the door rang alerting her to a new customer.

"I'll be with you in a sec." She said in a musical tone as she twisted the plate so the price was facing forward then when she was done she stood up and gasped at who she saw.

"Andy?"

There, standing before her, plane as the day was Francisco Morales. He looked different. He was more filled out. The sleeves of his T-shirt stretched over strong biceps and for a moment she almost forgot that he'd completely blanked her for the last six years.

"Frankie." She replied, giving him a small nod "What can I get you?"

"Really?" He asked with a scoff and Andy frowned.

"Really, what?"

"We haven't seen each other in like seven years and that's what you say to me?"

"What else should I say?" You snapped, anger bubbling under the surface.

"Oh, I don't know." Frank shrugged "How about, wow, it's been a long time. How are you?"

"Okay." She said in a mocking tone "Hi Francisco. It's been a long time. How are you? Thanks for fucking me and then never speaking to me again."

"I-"

"Oh, on the subject of never speaking to me again. Did you get any of the dozen-odd letters I sent?"

"You wrote me?" He asked, brows pulling together "I didn't get them,"

"Convenient." You scoffed "Did you want a coffee or?..."

"Black... please." He said and Andy nodded before turning around to make his drink.

Frankie watched her work. His heart aching from how poorly this reunion was going. Ben had mentioned that she had opened a cafe and so when Frankie had been discharged. He knew he had to see her.

"I'm sorry I never got your letters." Frankie piped up but Andy didn't acknowledge she'd heard him "What did they say."

"Mummy look what I did at school." Screamed Juana as she sprinted through the door of the cafe waving a painting above her head.

Andy placed the coffee on the counter before opening her arms to accept the hug her daughter gave her.

"Look, Mumma. It's us." She said as she shoved the picture into Andy's hands.

"This is lovely, baby." She said as she placed a kiss on her daughter's brow "Let me just finish serving this customer then you can tell me all about your first day, okay?"

"Is Anna here?" She asked and Andy nodded "In the back."

Juana sprinted through the arch that led into the back, screaming Anna's name as she waved her painting again. Andy smiled at her daughter's retreating form before turning to find Frankie staring at the spot you'd been the moment before.

"Frank?"

"Is she mine?" He asked, taking Andy by surprise.

"What?"

"She's what, six?" He asked and Andy nodded "So is she mine?"

"Yes..." Andy whispered and that drew Frank's gaze.

His eyes were brimming with tears as they flitted between the door and her. He had a six-year-old daughter.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He choked and Andy lost it.

"I did!! I wrote to you. Sent you sonogram pictures." She sobbed "I tried tracking you down but everyone I spoke to told me that they couldn't tell me where you were."

"I-"

"Besides." Andy interrupted "You didn't try and get hold of me. We had one incredible night together and then that was it. Radio silence for seven years. Shit, Francisco. I had to carry her and give birth to her without you. I had to move schools. My mum didn't want me to get bullied so instead I was sent to some private school where I was teased for being a pregnant seventeen-year-old." Andy was sobbing openly now, seven years of heartbreak pouring out of her "So don't act like the victim Frank because you aren't. I did everything I could to let you know about her."

"Why didn't you tell Ben when you saw him last?" He asked and you shrugged.

"Honestly?" He nodded and you sighed "I'd assumed you didn't care about me so I decided that she was better off without a dad. We've been fine without you Frank and we'll be good when you leave again."

"I was discharged." Frankie piped up and And's brows rose in surprise "I'm out. For good."

"That's great." She scoffed "So what ?"

"So, I want to know my daughter." He stated plainly "I missed out on six years. I don't want to miss another day."

"You can't be serious?" Andy growled.

"I'm her father... I have a right to know her."

"You have zero rights, Francisco." She snapped "You're not on her birth certificate. She doesn't even know you exist."

"Andy please." The man pleaded "Please." A thick silence hung over them both a moment before he spoke again "Can I just meet her at least?"

Andy thought about his request a moment. He looked so heartbreakingly sad that she felt herself breaking.

"I swear to you." He implored again "I didn't get your letters. If I had known about her then I wouldn't have stayed away."

"I don't know Frankie, I-"

"She doesn't need to know who I am." He pushed "I never stopped thinking about that night." This grabbed Andy's attention and she studied him as if trying to find the lie "It meant a lot to me. I'd never felt a connection like that before and I haven't since."

"Sure Frank." You scoffed but that look he gave you that night returned.

"I haven't." He assured her and Andy felt her defences fall "Please."

"Okay." Andy stated, her eyes drifting to the back "Juana." She called out and Frankie's heart leapt at hearing his daughter's name "Can you come out here a sec."

Not two minutes later, an excited six-year-old emerged with a wide smile on her face.

"Yes, Mumma?" She said sweetly as she looked at her mum and then at Frankie.

"I want you to meet someone." Andy said softly as she guided her daughter to stand in front of her "Juana, this is Frankie."

"Hi." She said softly, giving the man a shy smile.

"Hi to you too." Frankie said as he kneeled so he was eye-level with her "It's nice to meet you."

"How do you know Mumma?" She asked, her head tilting to one side.

"We went to school together." He replied, eyes drifting to Andy who was watching over the interaction.

"Juana." Andy said softly as she kneeled so she too was at her daughter's level "Frankie is your daddy."

This took Frank by surprise. He had been ready to just meet her as a stranger.

"My daddy?" Juana asked and Andy nodded.

"Yeah, baby."

"Where have you been?" She asked, her tone almost accusing and Frankie couldn't help but smirk.

"I've been away sweetie but I'm back now." He said softly as he pinched his daughter's cheek affectionately.

"Forever?" She asked and he gave her a broad smile.

"Yeah." He said with a nod "Forever."

"We need to go baby or we'll be late for Abulela." Andy piped up and Juana nodded before throwing her small arms around Frankie's shoulders and giving him a warm hug.

"It was nice to meet you, daddy." She said before pulling away and running to grab her pack that she'd dropped when arriving.

"Thank you." Frankie said as he stood up straight.

"Don't make me regret it." She warned before informing Anna she was leaving "Don't break her heart."

...

Andy's friendship with Ben had fallen back into place as easily as breathing. He'd been a little hurt at first when he'd learned that the sweet toddler he'd met all those years ago was basically his niece but he'd also understood why you hadn't told him.

Things with Frankie hadn't been as easy. He was trying but Andy was struggling to trust him. He wasn't the same man she'd loved all those years ago. He was jumpy. Most loud noises triggered some sort of freak out and that, in turn, frightened Juana. She was weary of him but had warmed to Ben instantly.

This had been hard for Frank to swallow. Leaving the army had been a struggle for him. He had resorted to desperate measures to try and calm to storm that raged in his head but nothing seemed to work. Not even the remedy that was currently burning a hole in his pocket. He wanted to do better. Not just for his daughter but for Andy. He just didn't know where to start.

...

"How are things with Fish going?" Ben asked as he watched his brother-in-arms play with his daughter.

"Okay, I guess." Andy replied with a shrug and that piqued Ben's interest.

"You guess?"

"He tried." She commended, letting out a long sigh "Lord knows he tries but everything seems to make him jump. He's been a lot better with Juana and I'm really glad they're bonding but I'm scared that one of these days he's going to flip. "

"We saw some shit, Andy." Ben stated and she listened intently "He got us through some pretty messy situations. We all owe our lives to him."

"Why was he discharged?" She asked and Ben scraped a hand over his mouth before he answered "Was shot in action. The bullet hit below his vest. Lost a kidney and was in a coma for two weeks."

Andy gasped.

"Was discharged with full honours." He stated plainly "Got a fucking medal and everything but that don't get rid of the nightmares."

"What do you mean?"

"He's got PTSD babe." Suddenly everything made sense.

Andy and Ben shared a look that spoke a thousand words. Suddenly, her agitation was replaced with guilt. She'd been too caught up in her own issues to see his.

"DADDY." Juana screamed, pulling Andy and Ben's attention to the child "Daddy, stop shaking... please daddy." She sobbed as she held his face in her small hands.

Andy and Ben we at his side in a flash, Ben taking the sobbing child in his arms as Andy stroked Frank's face as the seizure eased.

"Daddy." The child sobbed and Ben's heart broke for her.

"Baby. I need you to get my phone and call 911 like I showed you okay?" Andy stated before she returned her attention to Frank.

"Fish... Fish can you hear me." Frankie didn't answer.

The man lay there, eyes rolling around in their sockets as he tried to breathe. Andy could feel his pulse was rapid but weak and she felt sick to the stomach.

Joana's voice floated in the air as she ran back to them "My daddy started to shake and now he's breathing funny." She told the person on the other end as she held the phone to her face with both hands "Yes my mummy and uncle Benny are with him." She said, pausing again to let them speak "Okay." She said with a small nod before holding out the phone to her mum "They want to talk to you."

Andy took the phone quickly and then listened to their instructions "Sit him up and let him lean against you." She said to Ben, waiting for him to finish before bending his knees "Does he have a heart condition?" Andy asked Ben and he shook his head.

The next question they asked you made her stomach sink.

Had he taken anything?

She started to rummage around in his pockets only to come up empty but just when she was about to give up, she felt something. Pulling it out she choked back a sob at the bag of white powder she found.

"What's that mummy." Juana asked and Andy sobbed.

"It's nothing, baby." She said before giving her daughter a weak smile "I need you to go stand by the door and wait for the ambulance. Can you do that baby?"

"I wanna stay with Daddy." She sobbed and your heart broke just a little more.

"I know you do baby but daddy needs you to do this for him okay?"

She nodded and Andy gave her a sweet smile before watching her sprint back towards the house.

"Fish?" Called out Ben suddenly and Andy turned to look at the two men "No, come on Frank." He pleaded.

Frankie's eyes were open wide as he tried and failed to breathe.

"Come on Frankie, you need to breathe for us." Andy begged as fat tears slipped down her swollen cheeks.

"OVER THERE," Joana called out and the duo looked up to see the paramedics sprinting towards them.

They were quickly pulled to one side and Ben lifted Juana and held her close as the three of them watched the medics work.

"What's his name?" They asked and Ben was quick to answer.

"Frankie." He choked and the medics nodded

"Age?"

"27."

"Has he taken anything?"

"This?" Andy stated as she handed them the bag, her eyes pleading for them to be mindful of what they said.

"He's seizing." Called out one medic and Andy sobbed harder as Frankie's body started to shake.

"Daddy." shrieked Juana as her brown orbs leaked masses of tears "Daddy, stop shaking."

"Please take her inside." Andy pleaded and Ben nodded, carrying the screaming child into the house.

...

Three hours later, Andy was sat in a hospital waiting room with both the Millers. Will was holding Andy whilst Ben cuddled a sleeping Juana and time seemed to go at a snail's pace. Because of this, Andy was able to think about what she was going to do or say to Frankie if she ever saw him again.

She was angry at him for his choice of coping mechanism but mostly she was angry at herself. She had been so caught up in her own hurt that she had failed to see that Frankie was hurting. The fact that she hadn't figured out for herself that he had PTSD made her hate herself even more. All the signs had been there.

She'd just failed to see them.

"Family of Francisco Morales?" Called out a doctor and they all looked up in unison.

"Yes," Andy replied as she raised her hand a little and she gave the doctor a weak smile when he approached them.

"How is he doc?" Asked Will and the doctor sighed.

"He suffered a massive heart attack on the ambulance ride over." The man stated and they all sobbed "His heart is weak but there doesn't appear to be any permanent damage." That elicited a sigh of relief and Andy sobbed into Will's shirt "He's going to need therapy. We would recommend sending him to a facility for veterans with PTSD. There are programmes for people like him."

"People like him?" Ben growled and the doctor threw his hands up.

"I meant no offence." He replied "I just mean... He needs help. It's clear he's not coping well."

"We'll help him." Andy pipped up, knowing in her heart of hearts that it was the right thing to do "We'll take care of him."

"Okay." The doctor replied, "A nurse will fetch you when he's ready for visitors."

Half an hour later they were let to the ICU. Frankie's frail form was smothered in wires and tubes. The gown swallowed him and made him look so small despite his muscular build. Andy entered first, followed closely by Ben who was carrying a, very awake, Juana.

"Daddy?" She called out but Frankie didn't even twitch.

"Daddy's sleeping right now." Said Ben softly and the little girl nodded.

"Can I lay with him?" She asked and Ben shared a look with the nurse who gave him a small nod.

"You can but you need to be careful okay baby?" Andy stated.

"I will, I promise."

Sure enough, she laid down beside her father, extra careful not to pull on any of the wires and tubes that were attached to him. Andy watched with fondness as Juana started to sing him the song she always sang when she was sick. Her small hand affectionately petted his brown curls as she leaned on the other one.

"She's a great kid." Ben cooed and Andy smiled at him.

"Yeah... she really is."

An hour into their visit, Ben and Will went in search of decent coffee leaving Juana napping beside her father and Andy waiting patiently for Frankie to wake up.

Frank groaned. His senses hit him all at once. Andy was at his side in a heartbeat, taking his hand in the hope it would ground him a little as he came around.

"Frankie?" She called softly, careful not to wake Juana "You with me?"

Frankie nodded weakly before motioning to his mouth, unable to speak just yet. Andy grabbed the bowl of ice chips beside his bed and popped a few in his mouth. When he'd had enough, she placed the bowl down and resumed her seat beside him. Silence blanketed them for a while before she decided to break it.

"Why Frankie?" She asked, "Why did you think coke was going to make things better."

Frankie's eyes drifted to his dosing daughter and his guilt consumed him. The truth of the matter was he didn't know why he'd resorted to such a lousy coping mechanism. It didn't help him. It just made him more paranoid and yet he'd found that he'd not been able to function without it. Now as he lay in that hospital bed, stroking his daughter's curls he realised how much he had to lose.

"Please don't take her away from me." He said, his voice loud enough for Andy to hear him "I'm so sorry. Please... please don't take her away from me."

"Oh, Frankie." Andy sobbed "I will never ever take her away from you." She promised and it was Frankies turn to cry "We'll get through this." She assured him "Together."

"Daddy?" Said Juana as she rubbed her tired eyes.

"Hi, baby." He said sweetly as he gave her a warm smile.

"You better?" She asked and he gave her a small nod.

"I am thanks to you."

5 years later...

Andy jumped when she felt two arms wrap around her middle but then she hummed when she felt a warm kiss press against her neck.

"Good morning wife." Frankie cooed as he buried his face in her neck.

"Mmmm, morning husband."

"And how are my girls this morning?" As his gaze drifted to the baby that was sleeping soundly against Andy's chest.

"We are perfect." She replied as she turned her head to kiss him, smiling when she heard Juana enter.

"Ewww... get a room would you." The eleven-year-old moaned as she grabbed her backpack from the side.

"Technically, we're in one." Frank countered, sticking his tongue out at his daughter when she did the same to him.

"Where's your brother?" Frankie asked as he looked around for the toddler.

"HERE!" Mateo screeched as he waddled into the room, clutching his favourite bear.

"You want breakfast Mijo?" Andy asked as she carefully handed the newborn to her father.

"Ce, mama." Mateo replied as he nodded eagerly.

"Ana?"

"I'm good thanks." She replied before grabbing the last of her books and shoving them into her pack.

"See you later." She called out before dashing to the door.

"When did she start hating breakfast time?" Frankie asked as he placed a soft kiss on his daughter's brow as her face started to scrunch.

"Right around the time she discovered boys." Andy chuckled.

"She better not have." Frank grumbled and Andy laughed loudly, Mateo mimicking his mum "You'll never like boys... will you Mija?" He asked as he bounced his tiny daughter in his arms.

Looking at his wife, he thought back to five years ago when she'd promised him that they'd get through it together. He had gone to rehab. Gotten clean and proposed a year later. It wasn't long after that, that they learned she was pregnant with Mateo. He had been just the blessing they had needed. The final piece of the puzzle and then three years later... Mariana was born. His perfect little angel.

One last little blessing.

His life was exactly as he had dreamed it would be one day. Andy and him and the beautiful children they had created together. Life was perfect and he vowed that he would never do a thing to jeopardise it again.

Fate had other ideas.

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Split Seam

steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy series

18+ allusions to smut, stuffy family dynamics, overall just a fun time tho

a/n | marriage done the standy way, this was fun to write :')

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It’s raining in Philadelphia and chocolate hearts are on sale at the CVS down the block from his apartment. Valentine’s cards too, pink and purple and red and everything must go. He buys a bottle of seltzer and a chocolate rose. When he gets to the station he unwraps the red tinfoil and takes a large bite out of the bloom. He’s starving, didn’t get lunch at the office today with the usual end of the week scramble of numbers and numbers and suits and numbers. But he’s only got an hour and change on the train. He can hold out, Hershey’s aside.

He’s done this train ride sixty-two times now. This is number sixty-three, but he’s not keeping track. All he knows is that it still feels like relief when he’s seated and the train starts moving. It’s always felt like a relief to be moving in the same direction as her again.

They’ve gotten this right, he thinks. As right as they possibly could, at least. The first year of what Andy called moderate-to-long distance was hard. Awkward phone calls with long swaths of silence, calls that were missed altogether, crossed wires, cataclysmic blowouts that were and weren’t about the things they argued about. But they’ve made it this far, nearly two years of this perpetual back and forth ache that’s only soothed with train rides, with closing that gap.

There’s been three apartments in New York, and he’s pretty sure he likes this last one that she’s in the best. Greenwich Village, old brick and pock-marked sidewalks and tall windows that wash warm over lightwood floors, and he likes being the one making this trip because he likes getting to see her in a space that feels like her. And he likes this too, the same as the first sixty-two trips, she’s waiting for him at the station, that brief moment, miracle, within which he sees her but she doesn’t see him. Checking her watch and running a hand back through her hair, in her brown leather coat, sharp and smooth and too cool for a banker from Philly, but she’s here for him, smiling big, smiling everything when her eyes finally catch his.

This always the same too, a soft, sweet rejoining, her hand curling at the nape of his neck, other arm slung over his shoulder and here, here, she presses her lips to his cheek, her nose sliding in line with his and hi, baby, another kiss, quick, and he’s home.

“They have you staying late again, don’t they? Or did you get all dressed up just to see me?” Little tug to his tie as they thread through throngs of people, out into the cool damp night in as close of a tangle they can be without getting heckled for it on the street.

“Catch-up from the holidays, or at least that’s what everyone keeps saying.”

“Right, right, crunching numbers and murdering secretaries American Psycho-style?”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Little squeeze to her hip, little mean as they continue their walk back to her place. Her grin gets lit up by the neon creeping into the oncoming night.

“Kidding, your colleagues however, well, yeah.” Well, yeah, Andy had come into town right before Christmas to go to his company holiday party with him, and had gotten into not one, not two, but three verbal altercations with his co-workers about the invisible labor of women, as well as the recession. Not that he would admit it, but he had been impressed, and maybe a little flustered, watching her hold her own amongst the suits. They had left early on account of said flustering, as well as the little snap he had given to one of the suits who told him something about needing a muzzle for that one. The partition in the company-ordered limo was raised when they got back into it, the green velvet of her dress hiked up and up and up exposing sheer black nylon and skin, and they both had forgotten all about the suits and the snap by the time they got back to his apartment. He still gets a little hazy, sweet gauze in his mind when he thinks about it.

“How are the feminists this week?”

“Oh you know, angry, hairy, generally awesome and oppressed. I turned in my third draft on Wednesday.”

“That’s amazing, honey. It must feel good to be almost finished.”

“It feels good to finally get my advisor off my ass. Bigger and better things, et cetera, et cetera.” He knows not to ask after bigger and better, having made the mistake once of asking if she had heard back from any of the PhD programs yet. She had smiled a watery thing, and promptly dissolved into a pool of sound and tears, too much, don’t ask. She’ll tell him when the news comes in, he knows, though there still remains a selfish slice of him that hopes and hopes and hopes UPenn comes back with a yes, and she answers with a yes too. But for now this is enough, here, and stopping her on the stairs up to her apartment to press a curved kiss to her mouth, so proud of you, honey. She beams, scoffs, thank you, and it drips with sheepish sweetness, her eyes rolling up to hide the truth of it, but he still catches it, lets her believe he doesn’t when she tugs him into her apartment.

It’s true what they say about absence and fondness, at least in the case of Sylvia, who lately has been greeting him with a desperate peel of cries, twining around his legs with such a fervor that he has to try hard not to trip over her. No petting though, she still likes to scratch if it isn’t on her terms.

“Nice flowers.”

“Thank you, someone sent them on Valentine's day.” A veritable flame of roses sits preening in a vase on her kitchen counter. He had asked for the biggest, the best, no expenses spared because he’s making money now, real money, and any gifts for her have to be a sneak attack because of it.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm, you better watch out because it looks like you have some competition from another suitor.” She lays the accent on thick, her family’s accent, soo-tah, throws in a waggle of her fingers, ring glinting for good measure. The ring, and the whole ordeal of it. There had been no family heirlooms left to ask Frank and Kitty Broder permission for, just a nervous conversation the day after Thanksgiving, the one before last, sweating hard beneath his collar and hands shaking. Because while Andy is anything but traditional, Steve picked up pretty fast that this was not quite the case with her parents. A fiance of the second oldest had clued him in on as much the first time Steve was brought home to meet the family, summer break and a big reunion, plenty of hands to shake and names to forget. And the second oldest’s fiance had sidled up next to Steve with a sloshing glass of prosecco and the grin of someone who had figured this whole production out. Somewhere between the mafia and the Vatican, you do the math, man.

Frank was unmoved, tolerant of the idea at best, considering him over the dark rims of his Buddy Holly-esque glasses, a stylish man, tall and thin man with a slick of gray hair and a thick gold ring that could blind you if it flashed the wrong way. He only had one question for Steve which, mercifully, he could answer correctly. Yes, he told Frank, raised Roman Catholic, though he left the non-practicing part out. Meanwhile, Kitty was already designing the invitations in her mind.

And that wasn’t even the hard part. Because yes, hasty by some judgements (Eddie’s), and unlikely by other judgements, given Andy’s views (Robin). But he knew, he knew, spent a few months looking for a ring in the evenings when he’d get off work. When he did find one, he didn’t even wait a week, letting the black velvet box burn a hole in his pocket on the train ride to New York that very same weekend. And the proposal itself was simple, no fuss or fanfare, if not a little nerve-wracking. He spoke honestly, plainly. He spoke love. And he’s never known relief like he did when she smiled and told him there’s no one else I’d ever say yes to, baby. So maybe it’s hasty, and maybe it’s all skewed a little unorthodox. But it’s theirs.

“They better act fast then, got that appointment tomorrow and all.”

“Did you bring all your documents?”

“Driver’s license, social security number. We’re set, honey.”’

“I’m still not changing my last name.”

“No, I know, I don’t care about that.”

“My mother is pissed about it, apparently so is yours.”

“I think when all this is said and done, those two are gonna leave their husbands and move in with each other.”

“God, that’d be good for them, or maybe terrible.”

“Little of both, probably.” One of the stranger outcomes of this whole wedding thing, the alliance that’s formed between Diane and Kitty. Though maybe not that strange, he thinks, certainly plenty of common in between them. At the very least, this wedding wouldn’t be happening next month without the pair of them leading the absolute battle charge of planning they’ve accomplished. Kitty’s words, knowing my Miranda, she’d be happy with a shotgun wedding in Reno, and Andy hadn’t disagreed, happy to leave all the cake and the flowers and the tulle up to their mothers. Steve was more than happy to stay out of the fray too.

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

“How can you tell?”

“Steve, you never eat lunch. I ordered Thai before I left to get you,Tom Kha Gai and egg rolls, the usual. It should be here soon.”

And the rest of the evening is very boring, very mundane, a third-floor window lit up warm, and framed inside of it, them on the couch with a smattering of takeout boxes. His tie undone and hanging loose around his neck, top three buttons of his shirt popped as well. Warmth and salt and sour sating him, he goes slack when she tries to teach him how to properly hold his chopsticks, moreso enjoying the feeling of her hands fidgeting with his fingers, her careful concentration. He goes right back to using a fork when she’s finished, grinning at the roll of her eyes. And afterwards, stomachs full and eyes heavy, worn weary from their respectively long weeks, they get into the shower, all kind touch, simple pleasure, her fingers kneading back along his scalp and his hands soaped and slipping over her skin, working into the spots that he knows ache, satisfaction in her sighs.

Soon, he thinks, hopes, this won’t be a thing they have to ration, all this touch, all this sense, all this closeness. This will simply become the thing they do every night, getting into bed together and talking about things that don’t really matter while their bodies relearn one another. He wants these things in a near dizzying way, big, bold, brazen want that simmers and sighs in her presence, tired kisses, and it’s enough, her hand in his hair, and it’s enough.

He wakes up the next morning bleary-eyed with want, eager for this early morning appointment at the county clerk’s office, because this is another step, big step, making it even more real step. They both seem to feel it, quiet over the rims of their coffee mugs, smiling, and what? What? What’re you smiling about? It’s a big day, isn’t it? Yeah, nervous? No, you? Not at all, no. And he means that when he says it. There are few things in his life that he has been so certain about.

And yes, maybe they had a romantic idea of how this would go, but it really is just paperwork in a dimly lit cubicle, and signatures here and here and yes, wedding will take place within sixty days. Steve tries to make a joke about cousins, and is only met with a blank look from the clerk, and a swift side-eye from Andy.

But when the paperwork is signed and there’s a manilla envelope with their wedding license in his hand, there is a lightness, a lift, a giddy kick, like kids getting away with something when they leave the office. Tucked in close to each other, a little oblivious, and maybe a little obnoxious, and a man walking the other way lets them know as much, bumping right into Steve’s shoulder and watch it! And without missing a beat, Andy’s head whipping around and hey, fuck you, we just got married! Which, well, technically not, but it still makes them both laugh a breathless thing, wild, wind-bitten smiles. And they’re still running on all that flare and fluster when they get back to her apartment, open-mouthed kisses and greedy hands and she has to hold him back by the lapel of his coat to grin an awful thing and you wanna see the dress?

“You have it?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, here, right now?”

“Yes, Steve, it’s been fitted and everything. Locked and loaded and ready to blast me off into marital bliss with you, et cetera, et cetera. Now, do you, or don’t you, want to be the first, the very first, to see it on me in all its matrimonious glory?”

“Isn’t that bad luck?”

“Baby, please.” She groans, pressing her forehead against his, and really, he’s just giving her a hard time, because he knows what this means to her, beneath all the snark. The first to see it before anyone else, before the rehearsal, and the aisle, and all the family that neither of them really care to have present. A moment for them, just for them, and no one else.

“You really want me to see?”

“Mmhmm.” Quiet, crackling murmurs, whispered between smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’d like to see.”

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.” And so he does, a little shake in his hands, a little burst and batter of his heart against his ribs. Nervous now, and he’s not sure why, the ticking of the clock pulling taut and loose all over like melted taffy. And then, and then, the padding of bare feet, and the hard rush of blood in his ears, and the sweet exhale when he does finally see her.

“Honey.” Bordering on pained, the word is said with a sigh, and he’s not going to, no, no, just a little flush of heat behind his eyes and in his throat and Andy’s baby, don’t cry makes him sniff hard and swallow, his hand settling on her hip when she steps closer between his legs. Smooth white silk and simple, and her hair is still gathered in the clip she tucked it up into this morning and she’s still wearing a smear of Vaseline on her lips and she’s the best thing he’s ever seen, he thinks. Tells her as much and she smiles big, chin tucked down and her thumb stroking along the column of his neck where her hand is loosely curled.

“Well, thoughts?”

“Wow, just wow, yeah, no other thoughts.” He knows she’s going to start wilting under any more compliments, never one for them, a warbly Steve that makes him smile, squeezing at her hip, coaxing her to c’mere, c’mere, even as she resists his pull.

“If you fuck up this dress we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Not gonna fuck it up, just come a little closer. I wanna, uh, look at the stitching.”

“You’re so full of shit.” Even as she says it, her smile is starting to slip and spread, another shuffled step closer as his hands splay across her low back, and lower, and lower, and a squeeze that’s just a little mean, making her laugh while he starts to hike all that silk up and up into his hands.

A few weeks later, when he’s met with the sight of her in that dress in a very, very different context, all he can think about is that afternoon. No one will ever know that he got to see her first in that dress, before anyone else. Nor will they know that they spent the rest of that afternoon splayed on her living room floor with the fabric of her dress bunched up around her hips and his hands curled into the plush of her thighs and his mouth, open and taking, watching the dip and fold of fine fabric, the arch of her back, pleasure for pleasure’s sake. No one will know that in the after, his hips stilled and flush against hers, both of them panting and preening into each other’s kisses, they found the smallest tear at her hip, and that she couldn’t be mad about it, not even a little, when he sunk back down between her legs and laid his apology at the open hinge of her hips.

He’ll find that tear again, when the vows are said, and the family and friends are clapping, and they’re walking down the aisle together, his hand on her hip. He’ll find the tear then, the perfect secret shared between them in a quick glancing smile.

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