#but it's okay because Michael is laughing and they're all laughing and maybe the pain doesn't have to be the most important thing anymore

[1wn8ure]

_Beloved family snow days where Michael is practically spherical with how many layers they've got him wrapped in and Ranboo is wearing water-protection enchanted armor made by Tubbo himself and they have a full-on snowball battle and for once growing up on a battlefield just means Tubbo can absolutely *pelt* his husband with the biggest snowball known to man and get away unscathed

[phantomenby]

Spa day

willow41977 asked:

Would you consider doing a one shot with marko and paul where the reader is waxing them because they walked in on her waxing her legs and wanted it to be done on them

The heat had finally died down by the end of probably the longest week of your life, making it a lot easier for you to get things done without exhausting yourself into an early grave.

With this you had fallen behind on your usual self-care routine, your buzzed hair had become dry little spikes along your scalp and your cheeks were tinged red from not applying aftersun cream before bed.

Even worse your legs had become scratchy and dry, your hair now long and coarse on your calves and thighs.

With only one thing to do you got up and headed to your kitchen, grabbing the ingredients you needed. Soon enough the sweet scent of sugar and honey was blooming through your small apartment, combined with the cool breeze from the open window beside you you were sure you had left Santa Carla and entered a small slice of heaven made just for you.

When it began reaching a certain thickness you turned off the stove, breathing in the steam and reaching for a jar.

It was tricky, usually David would make you stand aside while he did this for you, one time restraining you with a hand on your face while he poured it into the jar.

The sight of it was marvelous and Dwayne made sure to snap a picture with your polaroid for your fridge.

During your musing, the mixture had cooled looking like tasty caramel as you dipped your fingers in it as you walked to your small bathroom, stretching yourself out on the edge of your bath as you began waxing your toes.

"Ah, shit-" it stung, the price to pay for neglecting your routine. You had made it halfway up your right leg when someone barged through your door, or two someones.

"Can I help you two deviants?"

Paul and Marko stared at you for a moment, eyes flicking between the substance in your hand and your face.

A grin grew on Markos face and he went to speak, "babe can we-"

"No, absolutely not."

He pouted, moving to crouch beside you and giving you his best puppy eyes, "please-"

"No."

Paul joined him, balancing his head on Marko's shoulder, dragging out their words together, "please~."

-

"Oh my god stop screaming-"

Paul yelped as you dragged the sugar wax down the wiry hairs on his legs, Marko laughing as he kept Paul's arms pinned to his sides, the two of them watching you closely.

"Why did you ask me to do this if you thought it would hurt?" You asked for the fifth time, yanking a little on the lip of the wax.

Then another yank, much harder than the first.

Followed by a deep groan.

"Babe...please...have mercy- FUCK!-" his leg shot out, almost knocking over the jar beside you, your hands met his calf to stop him from freaking out anymore, accidentally pressing down on the tender skin you had just waxed, "dear lord-"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Okay, maybe you felt a little bad but they're the ones who begged you to wax all of the hair off of their body. Now here you were, one of them laughing like a maniac and the other with only half of his leg smooth and the other still as furry as ever.

Maybe you should have brought Star over, then you both could do a leg each.

Though if Star came Michael would too, and then David, then Dwayne and Laddie.

Too many idiots to deal with in one night,

"Come on Paulie, I can stop now if you want..." You trailed off, mimicking Marko's teasing grin as you both looked down at Paul, reaching to squeeze his lower thigh, "it's okay if you can't handle the pain baby."

Paul did little more than growl, pulling his shirt up to his mouth and biting down on it, sending you a nod to continue.

Your grin grew, the other hand rubbing the sugar wax between your fingers as you began to warm it up again. As you bent over your boyfriend you felt his hand wrap around your thigh, holding you close as you continued your torture.

-

Ten minutes and a most definitely bruised thigh later and you were rubbing cool almond oil over Paul's legs, hearing him hiss softly as you massaged the most tender pieces of flesh.

"You good now?"

Paul huffed in response, head falling back to meet Marko's thigh, "you say that like I was crying the whole time, not my fault you made it look easy."

Marko pinched his cheek, hands running through the taller blonde's hair smoothly, "I mean, your cheeks are a little flushed, and is that a tear streak-"

Paul shot up, lunging for his boyfriend with a snarl.

"Hey!" You attempted to stop them, yanking away the bottle of oil as his leg shot out again, the two of them falling to the floor and wrestling, "can yous two stop that! I've just cleaned-"

[donnabroadway]

RHOP

Next.

This show is overly scripted and dry. It gave enough for me to be mildly entertained but if Robyn is the cornerstone of the season, go back to the drawing board. It feels like the ladies have a checklist of things to address and they did.

Robyn- she's not getting fired, so put down your pitchforks. Robyn has a strong ally in Gizelle and even if she didn't, she fits in with the top players and does enough to keep her job. Plus, there aren't a lot of housewives qualified women, who actually live in Potomac, knocking down Bravo's door to play with their marriages, families, reputations, and/or livelihood. There is no replacement for Robyn so she stays. I laughed during her entire scene with Juan. If you like it, I love it. None of his excuses made sense and it was painful and not in a good way, like watching a low budget movie with bad acting, just painful. Robyn is the main breadwinner and they need her to stay employed, so of course he is going to show up more. I find it interesting that Robyn is okay with Juan calling the woman everyone thinks he is having an affair with "very beautiful." Maybe I missed something because I was multitasking but I don't recall Juan outright denying an affair. If Gizelle, Ashley, and Charrisse, want to stay friends, or at least cordial with Robyn, they need to allow their friend to be stupid in peace because in Robyn's mind, her relationship and Juan's lack of respect and discretion aren't the issue, it's people who can't mind the business who are the problem, so unless they want to see the nasty side of Robyn, I suggest they let it go.

Gizelle and that man- you wanted Gizelle with a man, so she bought one. Apparently, this is Jason's fourth show as a "boyfriend." This was painful to watch as well. Too scripted plus I don't believe they're having sex. There is a distinct energy that two people have when they've had sex and this ain't it. I hope Jason gets paid well, be it in coin or exposure.

Ashley- girl. I would say I don't know who is more delusional, you or Robyn but you're a close second. I don't think anyone can be more delusional than Robyn but for Ashley to believe she is playing Michael by staying married, okay girl. I will let you have it but Michael is winning. He knows that he just can't get rid of Ashley because it would be very expensive so he moved her into her own place, pays her a set amount, and can still play daddy when he feels like it. I will say that Ashley is a good mother. I love the relationship her boys are building.

Mia- I never believed Mia was the CEO because Gordon had the business way before he knew Mia but I can believe marketing director, since she has done interviews on behalf of the business before she was on RHOP but she was a gold digger who came up. I have nothing to really say about Mia and Gordon, except too bad, too sad. Mia has three kids, no rich man is taking that on but I believe she can be like Kim Zolciack and get a rich benefactor and a fake engagement ring but unless Mia snags a virginal tech nerd, no man is taking on all of that, especially a rich man with options.

Wendy-I will always say this about her, I wish she'd get off this show. I get it, she probably makes at least a quarter million off of this show, in addition to Eddie's income and her income from other things. The money allows her to pay down their student debt, build a nest egg, take care of family, and do other things but I want her to play long game. Wendy could be president of a university or something else. She has so much potential but she'd rather play in the mud with ladies who have not achieved a quarter of what she has. I get it but I don't.

Karen-next, same ol, same ol. Karen is a good foil against Robyn and Gizelle because she can hold her own, and go just as low without getting overly emotional.

Candiace- she and Chris are targets because Chris wants to be a reality star instead of a chef. I'm starting to think Candiace's mom isn't completely wrong. I think he gives off good guy energy and is a balance for Candiace, I'll give him that but has he stepped up to be there for all three of his kids and not just the two with the same mother? Has he had a consistent job over the years? He was a chef at a restaurant and because he essentially ran the place, he gets a percentage. I know people who have a percentage of a business, for whatever reason, but they are not owners, they get paid upon the sale. It's a thank you for your loyalty.

Charrisse- okay, girl. A common rebuttal for criticism against Charrisse is her connections but if she truly had them, she wouldn't be on this show. Her connections were contingent upon her husbands money, influence as a head coach in the NBA, and her children and the schools and organizations they were apart of and she no longer has none of that, plus she's on national TV spreading disparaging business in a world that values discretion. Charrisse has no use to any of the DMV upper echelons, so here she is staging a useless intervention for Robyn.

[the-firebird69]

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I put an automatic transmission on several of our motorcycles and it works great and dirt bikes and I lightened it up significantly and I use mechanical or liquid and I like the mechanical because you can use the gear shifter if you have to this is how it goes we know how to make these things and some of you do and most of you don't and we don't want you to know how so you're not selling them out here yet. But we might sell the liquid transmission it's not that much different it's lightened up by the materials mostly and it's durable enough it's not going to fail and the materials are really so aluminum housing it's always been aluminum but okay we will probably use an alloy and with the automatic it's not as fast but the power band is very smooth and constant and you can get ahead of people all the time it never loses a race it's kind of cheating but it's much much more fun and he says we should try and get approved to get it out there and Harris bike would be perfect for it and Harley-Davidson and they're doing weird stuff might even be a good time for us to get to the market I'm going to put it forward now. The movies are beginning but it's our stuff a lot of it we have to get in there and we have to raise the Army and we must tell them the truth at some point and we're going to be bumbs for real. This person is one of the ones out in the Badlands that helped me have my accident he came off the jump too slow landed too early and collapsed on the bike and injured himself very badly on the neck and gas tank like I did I had problems breathing a little bit I didn't know my throat was crushed a little and somebody said it too said he sounds funny and it's riding home and had some pain and I pushed my throat forward and felt better eventually it healed up but it constricted a little and I have to stretch it out all the time but this person hit his throat very hard and it crushed it all the way and he damaged his private parts very badly both balls were crushed and very badly and they might not come back and his neck was broken in three places he's laying there in the stretcher and said tell him I said I'm sorry said it's okay it's Tommy F and he did it to me the smile said I think you agree with me and said yes and I do appreciate you having a strength she went off to the hospital and he's trying to get it fixed since we can't you can always get a clone ball. She laughed and thought it was funny and you heard what you said and said I don't think I'll do that maybe for a while with any time now so he's had special surgery but this is a painful type of accident to have and a lot of people are wearing throat protection because of it and they do say if you wear that your head might come off and it's also true a lot of people connected to the helmet and it saves a lot of lives by Tommy after the influence it he wants chaos or War up here and he just flew over my house with a pine Island ship if you're in time it'll be helpful if people knew and he went off and told people and he got a mission and he got it approved too and they said it was real and he said he took it and all sudden he completely sitting here and having another storm that's good cuz it's true. Now I like this automatic transmission idea and I like the Harley Davidson idea or Indian it would be more natural coming from Indian but I think Michael is that too and he says part of it and we have part of it too so I'm going to have to think about this

Zues Hera

Who the hell wants to think about shifting gears all the time it's so tiring it's such an obnoxious thing he says he has a mechanical automatic transmission I want these things out here I want the redundant one and I'm going to have to try and get it and he says well let me put it on the Indians and open some stores and then you'll get it and then we can talk about other stuff to put it on in that order and it only takes us a day or two and it's going to try to prove it

And Mac Daddy was in the above part I said the last few sentences and he's back

You want this child to have a better life a lot of people are giving him grief and saying stupid s*** all day long and you're under the influence and you won't shut up and they're harassing you into losing and you're going along with it you have to grow backbone somehow and you have to understand what they're saying and they can get you to do stuff that's what they're saying now he's had a rough time past few days been tough very tough on him and he's tired needs to rest if this is a great idea an Indian would be the company they always have innovations that are actually functional and people like the Indian they're big and you can cruise with them and Ken is getting his jollies off and a smiling is bouncing around his room it's about to run around with his finger up in the air and we have to stop him

Mac

You sure do I don't want anything bad to happen to him Michael running off and smack right into a vehicle that's not even moving he's really excited he thinks it's a great idea he thinks it's a great idea for his motorcycle company so he can't get to it yet so we're trying to think of what to do.

Hera

We thought of what to do and we know what to do what you're thinking of is a better idea though we were thinking Harley-Davidson but it's kind of like in their face and Indian is like what the natives are doing so we're going to go ahead and try and do that and try and make a deal we'll open several shops we'll supply several shops and Indian doesn't sell any motorcycles anymore and it would be a huge boom they would start selling tons and we have to gear up and what a fitting bike and he wants help from Asia and from here and yes our Indians and they are supposedly up they said they were and that's what's going on too and they're in for it they said this is going to be horrible they're going to do it. I think this is one of the best ideas he's ever had is been working on this transmission forever there's two versions and we're going to use the fluid one everyone's used to it it's fairly good size but it's not even as big as the Indian manual gearbox and transmission the whole thing is gigantic you can't even make him that big on purpose so it's smaller than that and lighter and works much better and some of the bikes have reverse and the trikes definitely do it is an amazing bike. This makes it possible for smaller people to ride these especially reverse if you've ever push the bike this heavy you will know why you cannot get it out of the parking spot and it's facing down a certain angle is impossible it has a kickstand it's really nice it's like a double kickstand and it holds up into one and he's thinking about it right now. Hey they already have that but they don't have this and we're going to make it in our stores and we're going to sell it I was around in the midwest they're all closed and we'd have to move one and we definitely don't want to move it to upper Midwest or California or Florida for that matter so we have to make a deal with mac and he looks very interested introduce the text to them an Indian has a roaster version it's like a breakout and it automatic from there with children it's like a sport bike it doesn't have a dirt bike but he thinks he's going to make one and they used to have some really funky looking dirt bikes I mean they were cool looking this is going to be a nice

Thor Freya

Yeah okay so we might go to the Indian bike for military stuff is ridiculous that was world War One but there is something to be said about it it's the first one

Mac

Oh gross I'm actually up and I'm doing things I'm excited again

Bob marsh

I can't stand this Marsh Bob Marsh this is hell it's gross my stomach feels bad my head my face everything I got to get out of here I'm full of methane I'm going to buy one of these Indian motorcycles if it comes out right away all of them that are automatics I do see what he's saying that there's one that's like a breakout and a cruiser and they might make a dirt bike so I can see it we're going ahead and we're going to start looking for it but no we're going to go to the meeting and see when they're going to have to come up with the stuff okay

Mike tew

I saw the Can-Am yeah he wrote it it was like 800 lb it's ridiculous it was heavy for him to turn over too you got it over with some help but man that thing was a beast and he went real fast on it I thought it was it's a great idea automatic is the way to go there's no way you can lose he's way ahead of us and shifting and all sorts of stupid s*** in the sand in the sand it's awesome and it really should test drive in glamis you're not going to say no

Joe m

I have to make like a four wheeler the perfect out there three wheelers going to suck four wheel quads are great but a four wheeler is awesome I mean so much fun with an Indian motor cuz they're big and they work real well with so much torque

Zues Hera me too I'm in on it we're going to go ahead and do this

What about me I'm partial owner and so is Ben Arnold what we're saying is you guys could have more shops and more sales items and you can make these versions of the same bike and that sounds like a great agreement and we want to sit down and sign it up and get it going and we're saying yes and he says we're going to sell so many bikes it's not even going to be funny we can supply your stores with them and we say we will have to probably make our own but we're going to have to figure out how but I do understand it will take us a while to get going so there's a period there where we'll probably say just ship them it's true too it's hard to make this kind of product

When we have to make so many other things we might assemble them he says I do get that we need other stuff

Mac

We're moving on this right now and we're going to have a meeting right now

Thor Freya

I did help and it's a great idea he says and he's astonished he hopes that the ideas keep coming when I'm out of my isolation and they will and you'll see and he's happy and it's perfect good

Hera

Let's get it going everybody they need support and globally we have shops not many we only have like 300 or now it's more like 20 but we want to make a deal and we should have a meeting with them and go with them because we want to be part of this too and he says please do and we're going to arrange it and make it for some time tonight and we're going to go ahead and do that

Olympus

We're getting our stuff together and we're going to sit down and meet and we really don't know what the deal would be we have an idea of what we want and what you guys want we don't know so we're going to sit down and talk about it

Mac

[pathetichimbos]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA hello. I was wondering for just some angst where fhe reader literally has to slice their hair to get away from an escaped victim who wanted to hurt them. (I'd prefer to not mention length or type so it'll kinda inclusive?)

Cutting Ties

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence, Threats of Harm, NSFW Implications, Freddy being a perv if you squint

...

AAAAAAAAA hello yes this is fun, esp cuz I just recently cut my hair (again) *que that one song ‘I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors’ fuckin country*

If there's anything you'd like changed or fixed, just lmk and I'll take care of it! I hope you enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

When the victim gets their hands on you, Freddy sees red. Normally a cocky and confident killer, he's now terrified at the thought of you being hurt, or worse

The victim has their hand in your hair, any movement you make sending shock waves of pain through your skull as they harshly yank on you to make you stay in place

You take notice of the scissors on the counter beside you, and start running ideas through your head

You quickly grab the scissors, and in one quick motion, cut your hair and darted towards Freddy

Part of him wanted to make their deaths slow and painful, but he knew it was better to cut them short quickly, which is what he did

Afterwards, he's checking on you, making sure you aren't hurt, but quickly moves back to his sarcastic demeanor quickly, maybe it's to hide how scared he actually was, or maybe it was to make you laugh, either way, his normal self was back rather quickly

The first comment he made about your hair was rather,,, indecent.

"What the hell am I supposed to pull on now!?" "Freddy, I swear to God I will burn you again."

Overall, he'll probably just mirror how you feel

Sad about your hair? He'll be somewhat sympathetic and assure you that he still loves you with your new hairstyle

But all in all he doesn't actually care too much, because to him, despite his attempts to seem like an asshole, looks don't matter to him, as long as you're safe and happy, then he's happy

Michael Myers:

Michael had lost a victim, something that doesn't happen often

And when he found the victim trying to break down the bathroom door where you were hiding, he was beyond angry

After the victim was taken care of, you swung open the door and embraced him, a gesture he happily returned

When he noticed your hair now being significantly shorter, he's curious as to what happened

After you explained, he's furious

They broke into his home where his partner was and damaged them.

You had to calm him down again, but it wasn't easy

In his mind, you are his, and he is supposed to protect what is his, and he failed

He's angry at the victim and he's angry at himself, and he's not used to feeling anger because someone else was hurt

He may have to leave again so he can take his anger out on some unsuspecting people, but don't worry, he'll be back as soon as he's done to check up on you

He'll be softer and sweeter than normal, making sure that you're not hurt in any physical way, and if you're upset in any way he'll be there to comfort you in anyway he can

Turns out, Michael's not the embodiment of evil... Who could've guessed?

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's biggest fear is a victim getting their hands on you, and when it happens, he's terrified

He can't just attack them while they have you, he couldn't and wouldn't risk harming you in any way

But when he sees you take a knife to your hair and start running, the victim's done for

They're down in a second, no time wasted as Jason is immediately by your side, fretting over you

Are you hurt? Did they cut you at all? Are you bleeding anywhere? Are you--

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and you and Pamela are both having to do your best to calm him down

"They're okay, Jason, they're okay. Don't worry, they aren't weak, they're alright."

After a few minutes he's more calm, but he's still worried and upset, how could he let this happen?

He's not going to be worried about your hair until the next day, instead spending the night fretting over your health and making sure that you're really sure that you're okay

When it does come up, he's first reaction is going to be "It's so cute!! Just like you!!! It looks great!!!!!!"

Even if it's completely uneven, he's going to tell you it's beautiful, and he's going to mean it

To him, everything about you is perfect, and nothing can ever be even somewhat unattractive about you, you are his world and he will never ever want to change a single hair on your head ;) pun intended

Bubba Sawyer:

When Bubba sees that a loose victim got a hold of you, he's panicking

His brothers are the ones that have to help you, given that Bubba is too frantic to be of any help at the moment

But during the process, you end up having to take a chunk of your precious hair out to get away and give Chop-top his chance to take the victim out for good

Bubba is immediately by your side, crying and babbling wildly in his own special language, holding you close

You didn't understand Bubba as well as Drayton did, but you could gather what he was going on about well enough

"I'm okay, Bubba, see, it's okay, I'm okay--"

It takes quite a bit of convincing for him to finally believe you and calm down, but he's still anxious the rest of the day

Similar to Jason, he's not worried about your new hairstyle, he's worried about you

But, when it does come up, he doesn't see an issue with it

If you're worried about hair y/n, he can always make you a mask with plenty of hair on it!!

If you get upset about it though, he'll be sure to comfort you, assuring you that his love for you will never change for anything, especially not this

You'll be treated like royalty after that, being showered in kisses and pampered, after all Bubba can't have you feeling down about any part of yourself, no matter what!!

Thomas Hewitt:

Tommy is livid when an escaped victim gets a hold of you, he's mad at the victim and he's mad at himself

How could he let this happen!? He's supposed to always be there for you, always protect you! What if you hadn't gotten away, what if he hadn't gotten there in time, what if they had hurt you?

How dare they try and lay a single harmful finger on you, did they know who you were!? You are Thomas' world, his precious love, his perfect person, how dare they ever even attempt to hurt you!?

He's immediately carrying you inside, there's no use in fighting it, for the rest of the day you are put in your shared room and taken care of, until Thomas is 100% sure that ever single risk is gone, you are not to come out of the room

"Thomas, I'm not made of glass! I can go to the kitchen myself!"

He's shaking his head, refusing to let you leave the room

As for your hair, he hates it

Don't get him wrong, in his eyes you are beautiful in every way shape and form, and if you had done it for any other reason, he'd love it

But to him, it's a reminder that he made a mistake that almost led to you being hurt, or even worse

Every time he sees you, his hands are in your hair and he's immediately beating himself up, his expression depressed and hurt

You'll have to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, and that you're okay, and that it's just hair, it's not some symbol of his failures

He'll start letting up on himself, but until your hair goes back to normal, he won't be able to help but blame himself for what happened

Brahms Heelshire:

Let's be real here, Brahms hates change

Which means he's going to hate your hair

After the grocery boy kept flirting with you over and over, Brahms finally lost his temper when he asked you out

He revealed himself and chased him through the mansion, and the grocery boy grabbed a hold of you, leaving you no choice but to cut your hair to escape into the walls

After he's disposed of, Brahms comes to find you in the makeshift room he had in the walls

He checks on you, but makes it very clear he's unhappy about your new haircut

"Sorry, Brahms, next time I'll just let him cut my throat."

"No!!! That's not what I meant!!!!"

He's going to pout after that, and insist that he gets to try and fix your haircut

Even if he's not good at it, he hates that the grocery boy was responsible for this change

After all, your his and he wants to be able to fix what's his, even if it's not good

Just let him try, Y/N, he'll throw a fit and give up after a few minutes and allow you to go to a hairdresser and get it fixed

[thoushallnotfall]

Blood and Water - Part 4

Previous // Masterlist

Pairing: (poly) The Lost Boys x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Notes: Okay! We are getting into it y’all! I did not anticipate this fic was going to end up being this long when I started writing it. (help me) I think we’re actually starting to slowly get preeeeety close to the end though; we’re getting some of the first “major” diversions from the movie with this part. So I’m thinking like 2, maybe 3 more parts and we should be donezo? (Maybe 4?...probably not, but I’m very bad at gauging these things...which would mean we’re not actually close at all, only like half way...ooof) Anywho, that means I have to actually start making some decisions about a few things with the ending...yikes.

The next parts gonna be so DOPE I’m so excited VAMPIRES AND BETRAYAL AND MELODRAMA AND I FINALLY GET TO WRITE THE FROG BROTHERS AND OHHH WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT??

So ANYWAY; I hope you like this part! I feel like I had a lot of ground to cover this time(and I was dealing with the whole “my sister-in-law is having a baby early” thing) so I hope it’s not too choppy. As always thank you for the continued love and support! You guys are the best! 

You sleep the whole next day, only waking once to be told by Sam that your mom wants you and Michael to stay home with him that night while she goes out to dinner with Max from the video store.

You trudge downstairs that evening, stretching out your arms. They weren't nearly as sore as you expected them to be. You could hear your brothers arguing in the kitchen as you entered.

"Piss off." Michael says to Sam. You shoot him a look as you make your way over to the sink.

"You know all you do is give attitude lately. You watching too much Dynasty, bud?" Sam replies.

At that moment, bright lights appear outside the window in front of you, and you hear the sound of revving engines.

"What the Hell?" Michael asks, looking out the window. Wind blows through the kitchen, shacking the pots and pans. You and your brothers are blinded by the lights as Nanook barks wildly.

You all run out into the living room, you hear the sound of boys shouting and laughing. Then, you start to hear them calling your name. It's like it's inside your head. David's voice gets louder, and you don't hear Sam telling you not to open the door as you reach for the handle. As soon as the door is open they're gone, with no sign they'd ever even been there. You and Michael look at each other.

"What's going on?" Sam asks you both, looking concerned.

"Go take your bath." Michael replies, a grim expression set across his face.

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"But how did we survive last night y/n?" He asked.

"I don't know Mike, okay? Maybe the fall wasn't as far as we thought." You reply, hugging your knees tighter. You were sitting on the couch, legs curled up against your chest.

"And how did we get home? I don't remember anything after we fell." He continues

"The boys brought us back." You say. That you did remember. Vividly.

"How? How did they know where we live? We've lived here three days y/n! We barely know how to get here!" He asks, annoyed.

"I don't know Michael!" You yell, throwing your arms up. It would be a lot faster to count the things you did know, because there were far fewer of them.

At that moment you felt a pain in your chest. Michael felt it too. You both double over, your chest aching with every heartbeat. You try to steady your breathing, try to focus on it to help you through the pain.

Something inside of you was urging you upstairs. Toward something. You knew it was Sam. You could smell him. How you didn't know, but you could. It's like you could almost see him. You felt something in your mouth. Something that felt unnatural. Foreigner. Sharp.

Every muscle in your body was aching to move. Your breath was ragged, your chest was on fire, but you knew if you allowed yourself to go, something bad would happen. So you use every ounce of will in you and stay still.

When Michael tries to move you grab his hand. He looks back at you, a hunger in his eyes, and you silently urge him to stay. The two of you sat hunched over in pain, hand in hand, drawing strength from each other until finally, finally it subsides.

"What the hell was that?" Michael asks, sweating as he sits up.

"I-I don't know." You reply. You're shaking as you stand. You were so thirsty. You slowly make your way towards the stairs, heading for the kitchen to get some water, when you freeze "Um, Mike."

"Yeah?" He says, eyes closed as he rests on the couch.

"You need to see this." He opens one eye to look over at you, before getting up to see what you're staring at. You point as he approaches, and he sees your reflection, translucent in the mirror. His reflection is the same; not fully solid as it comes to join yours.

"What the Hell?" He asks as you both stare into the mirror.

"Holy shit!" You both turn to see Sam at the top of the stairs. He's staring wide-eyed at your reflections in the mirror as he races down the stares to take a closer look. "You two are creatures of the night, just like out of a comic book!" He says, moving his solid reflection behind the wisps that were yours.

"What?" You ask, at him.

"You guys are both vampires! My own siblings--goddamn shit-sucking vampires! Oh you guys wait until mom finds out!" He says, heading back up the stairs with Nanook.

"Sammy wait! Sam!" Michael chases Sam up the stairs, but he doesn't catch him before Sam locks himself in his room.

---

You and Michael decide to talk in his room in case Sam decides to come out. Michael was pacing around as you sat at the foot of the bed.

"This can't be happening." He says.

"Kind of seems like it is though." You reply.

"Oh god this can't be happening." He repeats.

"Oh man, do you think that bottle of stuff really was blood? That's so grody." You twist your nose up in disgust.

"How are you not freaking out right now?" He yells.

"Because only one of us gets to freak out at a time, Michael. And since that's always you I have to be the smart one all the time." You snap. "Look, you freaking out is not helping. Clearly one of us is just going to have to go talk to David and the others tonight and get some answers."

"I'm not going anywhere near those psychopaths--I'm going to go talk to Star." He replies. You roll your eyes at him.

"Oh yeah uh-huh sure you are. Should have known your male teenage hormones could survive postmortem." You joke.

"Jesus that's not funny y/n!" He snaps. You ignore him.

"Fine, I'll go talk to the boys and you can stay here with Sam, okay?"

"But--" Michael starts.

"Look, we don't even know if she knows anything, and one of us has to stay here or mom's gonna blow a fuse when she gets home. So I'll go find David, and if you're so inclined you can sneak out and find starchild when I get back. Deal?" You raise an eyebrow and he groans.

"Deal."

"First though, we need to deal with Sammy." You say. At the moment, the phone rings. You quickly answer it.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, is everything alright?" You hear your mom's voice on the other end of the phone. You're about to answer, but pause briefly as you see Michael begin to levitate off the ground.

"Holy sh-" You put a finger to your lips to silence him as he continues to float towards the ceiling.

"Y-yeah mom everything's fine." You reply. "How's dinner?" You ask pleasantly, going to grab your brother's arm.

"I just got to the restaurant. I just wanted to call and check in to make sure everything was going okay."

"Mom, seriously? We're fine. Just go enjoy your date." You say, dragging Michael back towards the ground. He's clinging to your shirt for dear life as he tries to climb back down your arm like a scared cat. You knock over a lamp as you try to attach him to the dresser.

"What was that? Are you sure everything's okay?" Your mom asks, concerned.

"The boys are just wrestling--you know how they get. Everything's fine. Seriously mom, don't keep Max waiting too long; he'll think you bailed." You say, running over to close the window before Michael accidentally floats out like an escaped helium balloon. She laughs.

"Alright alright, you guys have fun. I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too." And with that you hang up, sighing as you drop the receiver.

"Y/N help me!" Michael calls.

"Alright already! Jeez!" You go and hold out both your arms, grabbing your brother. He holds onto you, climbing down until he's firmly sitting on the floor, the two of you holding onto each other until he's calmed down.

"Y/N, what are we?" He finally asks, his voice no louder than a whisper. You sigh.

"I don't know Michael, but I'm going to find out." You turn to face him. "But first we need to talk to Sam."

--

You knock on your little brother's door.

"Sammy? It's y/n, can I come in?"

"Stay back y/n!" Sam yells from the other side of the door.

"Come on Sam, I'm your sister! I'm not gonna hurt you! Please Sammy just open the door." After a long stretch of silence, you hear movement, the sounds of the locks being undone, then finally the door opens, revealing Sam on the other side. The three of you file into Sam's room, him staying far away from the two of you.

"Listen Sammy, we don't really know what's going on right now, but we need you to trust us, okay?" You plead.

"But you're vampires!" He snaps.

"No we're not!" Michael shoots back.

"Enough!" You shout. "Sam we're your family, and the three of us have got to stick together." You move closer to him. He flinches, but doesn't move away. "Please Sammy, we need you to help us out here. We're a team, aren't we?" You open your arms, offering him a hug. He silently stares at you for a moment, before giving in and embracing you.

"What about mom?" He asks.

"Don't tell her anything." Michael says.

"I don't know Mike, it's not like getting a D in school or something you know?" Sam asks.

"It'll be fine, I'm gonna go figure this out, okay? In the mean time just keep it between us." You say, letting him go. The three of you look at each other, and Sam nods, convinced for the moment.

---

The three of you talk for a bit longer, calming Sam down a bit more, and soon enough your grandpa arrives home. Michael then sneaks you out of the house on his bike and onto the boardwalk looking for the boys. He drops you off and heads home, looking none-too-pleased with the situation. You assured him the boys weren't going to hurt you, but he didn't look convinced. Still, what choice did you have? Someone had to try and get some answers.

As you searched the boardwalk, you thought about what had happened between you and the boys yesterday. With everything else going on tonight, you hadn't had much time to really think about the fact that you'd made out with all four of them last night. You could blame it on the alcohol, which you were now suspecting may not have actually been alcohol, but if you were honest with yourself that wasn't really the truth of it. And you were definitely sober by the time David got to you.

So why had you? Given your pension for pushing people away, you didn't have a lot of experience with guys in general, so to say this was unusual behavior for you was an understatement. Not to mention you barely knew them. But something about them was different. They pulled at you in a way that you couldn't explain. You wanted to be with them--to be around them, to trust them. It's why you'd trusted them last night on the bridge. It's why you trusted them now. Maybe it was just another one of their vampire powers and you were falling for it like a fly to honey. But you couldn't deny you felt it.

Then again, you did have some self respect; you weren't going to let them treat you like a party favor either. You were going to need some clarification on some things before they got too far out of hand.

Of course all of this was secondary to the fact that they may have turned you into a vampire--but it was still important to keep in mind.

You spot them hanging out on a railing overlooking the beach. They all give you devilish smiles when they see you coming, and you can't help but blush a little.

"Always a pleasure to see you y/n." David says as you walk up to him, eyeing you up and down.

"Where's your bro? Is he not feeling too good?" Paul asks as he leans against the railing. He and Marko laugh,, you ignore them.

"What did you do to us David?" You ask. You keep your voice level. He smirks.

"You're gonna have to be more specific kitten."

"Fine. Did you turn my brother and me into vampires last night?" You ask, a little more annoyance tinged in your voice. David looks over at the other boys and smiles before looking back at you.

"People might think you're crazy going around talking like that y/n." He says, though the look of amusement playing on his face says he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"Cut the crap David, you guys know what I'm talking about." You snap. Normally, you kind of liked their games, but this was anything but normal.

"Oh come on babe, everyone knows vampires aren't real." Paul prods, laughing as he saunters over to you.

"Yeah, you're not saying you really believe in something as childish as vampires, do you y/n?" Marko jokes, coming over to lean on Paul.

You glare over at the two of them. Again, normally, you would enjoy their antics, but not tonight. Tonight, they were just being assholes. You give them a condescendingly sweet smile.

"Bite me."

The boys instantly break out into fits of laughter.

"Damn y/n! I'm so glad we're adding you to the group; you're a fucking blast babe." Paul says. He wraps an arm around your waist.

"Hands off." You say, pushing him off you. "And who says I'm joining your little club, huh? You still haven’t told me jack about what's going on."

"Aw, what's wrong baby? You didn't have a problem with us touching you last night." Marko says, coming up behind you and snaking both arms around your stomach. "If it's a bite you want I'll be happy to oblige." He said, kissing the side of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and you admit for a split second you felt a twinge of fear run down your spine.

You firmly grabbed his arms, still wrapped tightly around your stomach, and easily unlinked them, freeing yourself from his hold. Paul whistles, impressed, as Marko shakes out his sore forearms.

"Looks like someone's gotten stronger since yesterday." Dwayne says, looking over at you with approval.

"Guess we'll have to watch out for those skinny arms of yours, kitten. You might actually do some damage now." David smirks. You realize they’re all probably stronger then they look, meaning that now you were probably stronger too. Whatever, worry about it later.

"Guys, can we just talk about what's going on here? Please?" You sigh. Looking at their smiling faces, you see you're not getting through to them at all. "Please, I just want to know what's happening to me--I mean, didn't you?"

Their smiles falter slightly.

"Y/N, we're sorry. We just can't tell you everything right now." Dwayne says, eyes full of pity.

"But why? Why do this to me if you don't intent to tell me anything about it?" You plead.

"Listen kitten, there's a way things have to be done." David says, looking more serious than he has all night. "Tomorrow night you and your brother will understand exactly what you are." He walks up to you, placing his thumb on your chin as he tilts your head up so you're looking directly into his eyes. "Then, once you join us, we'll tell you everything."

"And if I refuse?" You ask without thinking. He smirks.

"You won't." He says confidently, before letting you go. You let our a breathe you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "Now, why don't I take you home?"

"What? But we barely got to spend any time together." Paul whines.

"Yeah, she still owes me for viciously breaking my arms." Marko says dramatically, displaying his arms in his jacket like they were in duel slings. "I was going to make her win me prizes as retribution."

"If she had actually broken your arms, you would have deserved it." Dwayne says, going over to punch Marko's arms, which he deftly dodges. Paul moves in, going to kick Dwayne, who evades and quickly trips Paul in response.

"You'll get to spend plenty of time with her when she's one of us boys. For now she needs her rest; tomorrow's an exciting night." The boys stop there roughhousing and look at her with a matching smiles.

"You said you'll tell us what we are tomorrow, right?" You ask apprehensively. The way they were looking at you made you nervous.

"You'll understand tomorrow, y/n. I promise."

---

You and David walked back to his bike alone. It was quite between the two of you, the noise of the boardwalk fading into the background as the silence between stretches out like a physical being.

Now that you had their word you would get some answers tomorrow, your mind wandered back to your other concern with the boys. What exactly were you to them? Aside from the obvious, of course. You wanted to ask David, but you weren't really sure how to bring it up. Not like you had a lot of experience in this particular area.

“Hey David, sorry to bother you, just wondering what you and the guys were thinking when all four of you made out with me last night? Should I be expecting anything serious from that, or...?”

You were kicking yourself for even letting it happen now. You should have had more self control. But you couldn't help it; you just liked them so much. All of them. Did that make you a bad person? Were you selfish? Most people struggled to find one person they wanted to spend their life with, here you were chasing after four.

Liked wasn't even the right word. Yes, you liked them. They were funny and a good time and you enjoyed being around them. But as soon as they'd kissed you, it's like everything else didn't matter anymore. The world suddenly fell away and all that was left was the four of them. You'd kissed a few boys before; it was not the same. And the feelings had lingered. Now you couldn't think about them without feeling it; like a string pulling in your chest, tying you to them.

"You keep staring like that you'll burn a hole in the sidewalk." David says.

"Huh?" You look up, startled out of your thoughts. "Oh, is that one of my new vampire powers? Laser eyes?" He laughs.

"No, but if it was you'd have just blown our cover." He flicks your forehead. "You can think about it all you want kitten; you're better off just relaxing until tomorrow."

"What? Oh, no that's not what I was thinking about." You say, rubbing your forehead.

"Then what?" He stops, looking at you. When you look away blushing, he smirks. "Ah, I see. You're wondering about what else happened last night."

"Well, I mean, yeah? Kind of? It's not like you guys really said anything about it afterwards so..." You look down, fidgeting with your fingers. He moved closer to you, forcing you to look up at him as he invaded your space.

"So what about it?" He asks.

"What?" You ask, surprised.

"What about it?" He repeats with a smile. "You're not being very specific." He was playing with you again. You frown, blushing.

"Well, I was just wondering what the deal was with, um, with all that. Because I know you guys like to mess with people, and that's fine, but I'm not really interested in being your toy--or whatever--so if that's what that was then I'm going to have to pass." You say, gaining confidence as you go. He looks down at you, still smiling.

"Is that what you thought we were doing last night? Just passing you around for fun?" He asks. You confidence instantly falters.

"I, I don't know. Maybe?"

"Is that what it felt like we were doing?" You really thought about your answer before you respond.

"No." You say finally.

"Did you like it?" You cheeks flush crimson.

"Y-yes."

"And do you like us?" You don't respond right away, staring into his eyes as he waits for your answer. You finally respond, it's barely above a whisper.

"Yes." David smiles, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"We like you too kitten. We have from the first night we met." He leans down, planting a rough kiss on your lips. Your heart was racing in your chest you so fast thought it might burst. He pulls away slowly, looking into your eyes. "You're one of us now y/n. We wouldn't risk the eternity of drama this might cause unless we were serious about you."

Oh.

With that, he continues walking towards the bikes, leaving you standing, heart pounding and faced flushed, in a crowd of onlookers on the boardwalk.

---

You make it back home before your mom does, and David makes sure to give you a few more long, rough kisses goodbye--just in case you hadn't gotten the message on the boardwalk. He tells you that you and Michael need to find them on the boardwalk the next night to get your answers, and you promise you'll be there.

Michael and Sam aren't thrilled you didn't get any solid information. You thought you did pretty well to get the promise of information the next night, but Michael wasn't convinced. He insists he needs to go see Star, and sneaks out to do just that. You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he wants from Star. Not that you could talk.

Sam falls asleep that night with a garlic necklace on. You don't seem to have any aversion to it so you don't really know what good it's supposed to do him, but if it lets him get a good night's sleep you decide it can't hurt to let him have it.

When your mom gets home you stay up with her for awhile and talk about her date with Max. She apparently had a lovely time. She claims he’s very handsome and charming; she seems quite smitten. You smile, glad your mom has found some happiness in her life. She deserves it, after everything that happened with your dad.

"Oh y/n, I'm sorry. Here I am going on and on, and just other night we were talking about you meeting someone." Your mom says. She may have had a little too much wine. You smile.

"It's okay mom. I think, maybe I did." You confide in her. She gasps.

"Oh honey really? That's great! What's his name? Where'd you meet him? I want to know everything." She says. You laugh.

"It's um, it's a little complicated? But I promise I'll tell you soon--as soon as I can, okay?" You say, smiling. Your mom was pretty cool. She was a hippie once--free love and all that. She'd understand you having four boyfriends, if that's where things actually ended up. Right?

And how would she react to them being vampires?

How would she react to you being one?

"Alright sweetie; take your time." She said pulling you in for a tight hug. "Oh now see, I just knew this move would be a fresh start for us!" She said, squeezing you tightly. You hugged her back, smiling.

Yes, it was.

[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

reader and Kyle go back to reader’s home in Philadelphia for Christmas. little does Kyle know that reader’s mother isn’t the nicest person .... “i promise you that you’re not broken”

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: angst, mentions of death / plane crash, verbal assault, fluff

— day 3 in a row ... out of (hopefully) 25 —

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part 2

***

You smile as you walk up to the front door of your childhood home. Your boyfriend's hand in yours. You hope to God that your parents and siblings will be nice to you. Maybe because Kyle is here then they might.

Christmas at home hasn't been the same since your older sister's plane crash. It's been two years but since the year after she died, your family hasn't been treating you like they used to. They've started comparing you to your sister that passed, telling you that you'll never be like she was, telling you that you'll never achieve the same success that she did in WWE.

It hasn't been the same since she died. You miss your sister. You were best friends and tag partners. She was so understanding when Kyle asked you to join the Undisputed Era and was so supportive when you had a storyline against her after you joined the Undisputed Era.

Kyle knows about some of what your family has said to you, but he doesn't know about what they've said about you and comparing you to your sister.

Speaking of Kyle, he senses you're nervous even though you have a smile on your face. He tightens his grip on your hand and he says, "Relax, Y/N. If they say something to you then I'll make sure to say something back to them. No one hurts my girl without consequences."

You look up at Kyle and say, "You're the best." You smile.

Kyle smiles down at you and pecks your lips before you knock on the door.

There is shuffling behind the door as you smooth out the front of your dark red dress and move closer to Kyle.

Your younger sister, who is thirteen years old, answers the door. "Y/N! You're here!" she says happily.

"Hey, shortie," you say, laughing. "You're not exactly short anymore, are you. You're almost as tall as me. Have you grown since I last saw you?"

She giggles and says, "It's been a little bit since you've seen me, Y/N. Come home more often." Her giggles stop and she starts to pout.

You hug your younger sister and say, "I would love to come home but I have a title to defend." You look at Kyle. He smiles at you.

Ever since your parents changed their attitude toward you, you've stayed away from Philadelphia. You've been staying with Kyle in Orlando to be close to the Performance Center and Full Sail. You haven't been back home since July and it's now December. Your sister turned thirteen in the time you've been away.

"I know," your younger sister says. "I just miss you."

You kiss the side of your sister's head and say, "I miss you too. You can always come down to Florida. I'll even buy you a plane ticket if you want to come visit. Maybe get Y/B/N to come with you since he's 18."

Your older sister was almost 30 when she died. You're 28. There's a ten year difference between you and your brother and your youngest sister is 13.

Y/S/N says, "If Mom and Dad will let me go. They've been strict since the accident and they won't even let us get on a plane."

"I'll talk to them tonight," you say. "Maybe you guys can come spend New Years with Kyle and I."

Kyle nods and says, "The boys will be there too with their girlfriends and wives but we'd love to have you come down, Y/S/N."

She smiles and says, "Yay." Your sister skips inside the house and you sigh, looking up at Kyle.

"Are you naturally that good with kids or what?" you ask.

Kyle laughs and says, "Naturally that good."

You smile and reach up, pressing a kiss to Kyle's lips. You walk into the house holding Kyle's hand.

"Mom!" you call. "I'm here!"

Your mom says, "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" You walk into the large kitchen. You're greeted with the smell of roast beef as soon as you walk into the kitchen.

Y/B/N sits at the kitchen island with Y/S/N and they're playing something on Y/B/N computer. You run up behind your brother and attack him with a hug from behind. "Hey, baby bro," you say.

"Jesus, Y/N," he gasps. "You scared me and I'm trying to win as imposter."

That's when you realize he's playing Among Us. You see his name in red. "Ooh," you giggle. "Let me in at some point tonight. I wanna kick you ass."

You, Kyle, and your siblings laugh. You mother scolds, "Y/N! Language please."

"Ass isn't a bad word, mother," you sigh. "Relax."

Kyle looks at you then looks at your mom, who says, "You know such language is not allowed in this house."

You roll your eyes and say to your brother, "I'll play after dinner, if I'm still here."

Your brother nods and you take Kyle's hand, leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. Your dad sits on the couch with wrestling on the TV.

"Hi, daddy," you smile, kissing the top of his head. "What are you watching?"

Your dad smiles and say, "Hi, pumpkin. I'm watching one of Shawn Michaels' old matches."

You sit beside your dad and Kyle sits beside you. "Nice to see you again, Mr. L/N," Kyle says.

"You too, Kyle," your dad says. "Is there a match the two of you would like to watch?"

Kyle says, "How about Randy Orton versus Drew McIntyre at Hell in a Cell? That match was amazing."

You dad says, "I agree. It's such a good match." He puts it on. "You have good taste in matches, Kyle."

He laughs and says, "Y/N and I have very similar taste in matches. We both like the matches that involve cells or weapons. Y/N likes tables."

"They're the worst to go through in real life but it's fun to watch other people go through them," you say.

Your dad laughs and says, "Your sister liked table matches too. She said the same thing. They were a pain to go through but she loved watching them."

Your mood tanks at the mention of your sister. Kyle notices this and takes your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch Drew lose his title to Randy.

It's close to twenty minutes later before your mother calls, "Dinner!"

Your dad gets up, walking to the dining room. You look up at Kyle and you say, "Whatever they say, either ignore it or just let me handle it, okay?"

Kyle says, "I'm jumping in if it looks like you need help. I'm serious."

You nod and walk into the dining room with Kyle. Your mother is serving your father dinner. A lot sits out on the large table. A plate with cut up roast beef, corn sits in a bowl, mashed potatoes right next to the corn, biscuits, green beans, and a bowl of mac n' cheese all sit on the table.

You help yourself to some mac n' cheese and say, "Dinner looks amazing, Mom."

"Thank you, Y/N," she says. Her voice is cold. Obviously she's still mad about you saying the word 'ass' in front of her.

Kyle grabs some roast beef and takes a bit. "Mhm," he hums. "This is the best roast beef I've had in a long time."

You smile and say, "Mom slow roasts it in the oven. It takes all day but so worth it." Kyle smiles and takes another bite.

Y/S/N says, "Mom, can Y/B/N and I spend New Years in Florida with Y/N and Kyle?"

Mom looks at you then at your sister before asking, "How do you plan on getting back here, Y/S/N?"

You look at your mom and say, "I can accompany them back. Kyle and I leave in two days to go back to Orlando so we can just book Y/S/N and Y/B/N seats on the same flight as Kyle and I."

"Please, Mom?" your sister pleads.

"Yeah, please?" your brother chimes in.

Your mom looks at your siblings and says, "You both know how I feel about planes. They crash."

Your sister gets a sad look on her face and you say, "It's very rare, Mom. I've flown plenty of times."

"You were supposed to be on the flight that Y/OS/N was on," your mother snaps. "You realize that, right?"

A pang of hurt hits you in the chest and you say, "I'm well aware but it's not my fault that the plane crashed, Mom."

Your mother looks at you from across the table and says, "It should've been you on that plane, Y/N. Instead it was your sister, who actually made this family proud."

Kyle says, "Woah, okay. Mrs. L/N, that's not fair on Y/N's part. She had no idea that the plane would crash."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "I make this family proud too, Mom. I've held tag titles, I currently hold the only women's singles title in NXT. I'm in a group that has made history in NXT. I've made history with Y/OS/N as longest reigning and most reigns as WWE Women's Tag Team champion."

Your mother says, "Your sister held the Raw Women's title for a record breaking 450 days. How long have you held the NXT Women's title for?"

"348 days, and counting," you spit at her. "I'm only behind her by 100 days, which I plan on breaking. Then I plan on breaking Asuka's longest reign of 510 days just to prove to you that I can do every fucking thing that Y/OS/N did!"

Your mother's eyes widen and she says, "Curse one more time in my house and you will never be allowed back in."

You stare at her and say, "Fine. Fuck you, Mom. Fuck you for ever comparing me to Y/OS/N and fuck you for never being proud of me even though I've achieved the same success as she did." You look at your siblings. "Go upstairs and pack a suitcase. I'm taking you two with me."

They nod and run upstairs. You slam your silverware down on the table and you stand up. Your mother says, "That is not how you talk to your mother, Y/N."

You cry, "You have not been my mother since my sister died. Not the way that you've been treating me."

As you walk away, you hear Kyle say, "She's grieving too. She knows that it should have been her too, and she'll carry that with her for the rest of her life. She doesn't need her mother of all people telling her that it should've been her in the plane instead of Y/OS/N. Her sister was her best friend and she lost a lot that day too."

Your sister and brother walk down the stairs and you look at them. Your sister runs to you and hugs you. Your brother hugs you too. You hug them back.

Kyle walks out into the foyer and you look up at him. He says, "Come on. I'll change our flights to tonight and we can be down in Florida by midnight. We'll buy Y/S/N and Y/B/N some clothes when we get back to Orlando."

You nod, leaving the house with Kyle and your siblings.

***

It's right after midnight when you, Kyle, and your siblings get back to the house you share with Kyle.

You moved in with Kyle about six months ago after a year or so of dating. The house is three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and two floors. You sigh as you walk in the door.

Kyle sets your siblings up in the guest bedrooms as you go and lay in your bedroom. You finally change out of the dress and get into one of Kyle's shirts. You curl into a ball and let out what you've been holding in.

Your face is in your pillow and your makeup is being cried off your face.

The door to the bedroom closes and Kyle sighs, "Your siblings are in bed and they're both all set up in their rooms."

You sit up and look at Kyle. He looks at you and his face falls. He grabs a box of tissues and you say, "I'm a mess, I'm sorry." You take a tissue and wipe your makeup stained tears away.

"You're okay," he says, sitting next to you. "It's okay to cry, Y/N. You don't have to be strong every day, especially after what you have been through."

You crawl over onto Kyle's lap and say, "I feel broken, Kyle. I have since my sister died in that plane crash. I feel like I haven't healed at all."

"Hey," Kyle says. "I promise you that you're not broken, Y/N. You're sad, you're grieving, but you're not broken."

You start to cry softly and say, "I miss her, Kyle. Why couldn't it have been me instead of her?"

Kyle says, "Don't say that. Please don't. I need you here. Your sister and your brother need you here. The WWE Universe needs you here. Adam, Roderick, and Bobby need you here. Don't let your mother tell you otherwise."

You look up at Kyle. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. You say, "I love you, Kyle. I'm so in love with you."

Kyle smiles at you and says, "I love you too, Y/N. I need you here. Selfishly, a part of me is glad you were on that plane because I don't know what I would do without you."

You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. Kyle kisses you back before he pulls back and says, "Marry me."

"Kyle," you say, meeting his eyes.

He says, "I'm serious. Marry me. You can come to my family's house in Canada for holidays, we can spend the rest of our lives doing this. I love you, and I want to start a family with you."

You don't hesitate to nod and say, "Yes. I'll marry you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and kisses you. You smile into the kiss. You smile for real for the first time in a very long time.

That smile doesn't leave your lips as you lay with Kyle in bed, cuddles up to him. He holds you in his arms and your legs are intertwined with his.

His fingers run through your hair. Your eyes are closed and he says, "I don't have a ring yet, by the way. I didn't even know that I was going to propose until I did."

You giggle and say, "We'll go ring shopping eventually. I just want to lay with you right now."

Kyle shifts a bit and gets comfortable. You smile and begin to doze off.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Kyle whispers. "I forgot to tell you at midnight."

You mumble, "Merry Christmas, Kyle."

Then you fall asleep.

[gifted-burnout-archive]

Jim’s Best Friend

Part Six - With Festivities Comes Chaos

Word Count: 2072

Author’s Note: Bless Jim Halpert

WARNING: None.

December, 2005.

The past two months had been touch and go for you, but you were finally coming out the other side of it all. After Jim and Pam had taken care of you on Halloween, you had spent the rest of the week out of the office, and when you came back and still had a cut over your brow and a bruised cheek, you went with the cover story of slipping and being too proud to admit it.

Of course, you broke your silent treatment against Michael to tell him what actually happened, Jim and Pam flanking you in his office for emotional support. And Michael apologised, for everything since Packer. And now your face had finally healed up (though your side was still bruised pretty badly), everything was getting back to normal, slowly but sure.

—

"There was one day, in the break room, and we weren't doing anything important, but Phyllis told a joke." Jim explained to the crew, biting his lip as he smiled. "And it was the first time I had heard Y/N laugh in months. It was just... She's finally moving forward. Got a restraining order on Brian..." his fist clenched as he spoke his name. "Moved apartment too, somewhere closer to work. Which is great, because I pick her up everyday before work now."

"Well, if your friend went through that, you'd want to make sure they're safe." Jim shrugged. "And look, the rest of the office don't know, obviously. Just Pam, Michael, Toby and I... So keep in under wraps, will you?"

—

Michael was out of the office for a big deal with corporate, and mid afternoon, Pam had found it.

The screenplay. Threat Level: Midnight.

FBI agent Michael Scarn, Catherine Zeta-Jones, impossible feats, illustrations, the lot. After uncovering it, she rushed over to you and Jim, sharing her findings.

"Oh, Pam, good work..." Jim laughed, reading through it, and you winked at Pam, agreeing. It was completely ridiculous, and so very long.

"What do you say to maybe gathering up the office? Having a read through?" You suggested, biting the cap of your pen as you glanced at the pair, Pam letting out a squeal of delight and taking the script from Jim to photocopy.

"Dream team, that's what us three are." Jim smirked, and got up to start gathering colleagues. You finished off the report you were working on, and raided the kitchen for snacks to keep Kevin fed for the next few hours.

The entire team met in the conference room, Pam handing out the screenplay to everyone, and Jim taking charge.

"Do we all have our copy of Threat Level: Midnight by Michael Scott?" Jim asked, and when met with nods and murmuring ascent, he smiled. "All right, let's get this started. I'm gonna be reading the action descriptions, and Phyllis, I would like you to play Catherine Zeta-Jones." Jim offered, and Phyllis snorted.

"That's the character's name?" She asked, but before Jim could respond, Dwight, who was hovering in the doorway, spoke up.

"Okay, you guys should not be doing this!" He announced, Jim looked over at him.

"Why not, Dwight? I mean, this is a movie." Jim turned to the table, staring into the distance for the following emotional words. "This is for all of America to enjoy."

"You took something that doesn't belong to you-"

"Dwight."

"-Brought it in here and made copies of it-"

"Do you want to play the lead role of Agent Michael Scarn?" Jim asked, and that shut Dwight up immediately. He took the spare script from the table centre, sitting down in a spare chair, the room smiling as Jim began to set the scene.

—

After Pam had chatted with Roy about staying late, and Dwight had discovered that he was originally the useless sidekick, Jim called an intermission, and you took a very much needed rest from your tiring role of Assistant Number 3/ Shop Clerk/ Hot Babe. You got up to stretch your legs, about to follow Jim and Pam into the kitchen when a cough caught your attention.

"Y/N." Dwight stood in front of you, Kevin hoovering a few feet away.

"What's up Dwigt?" You asked, intentionally mispronouncing his name. He pursed his lips, but decided whatever he needed to say was more important than ignoring me.

"We don't have a lighter for the fireworks..." he sighed in defeat, and you walked over to your desk, bending over and picking your hand bag, wincing as pain ran up your side. You shook it off, opening the meticulously organised accessory, and beside a packet of unopened cigarettes and your black moleskin notebook was a lighter and matches. You handed them both over to Dwight, and nodded.

"I need them back before we all leave tonight." You reminded him, and the pair nodded like children entrusted with adult scissors before running off, across the street, to play with their fireworks.

You had a look through the office, unable to find Jim and Pam, and with a few moments of thinking, you headed down the stairs and out the building, still holding your handbag, standing in the car park to supervise Dwight and Kevin's misadventures with fire. And while you could hear the whooping of two grown men jumping around a rather pathetic firework box, muted chatter came from closer by. You glanced around, trying to find the bodies to which the voices belonged, but there was no one outside expect you, Dwight and Kevin.

And then you heard Jim laugh.

You looked up, and not quite being able to see anything, you crossed over the road and squinted. Against the darkness, a few candles lit up Jim's face, and the giggle that followed a few moments later confirmed to you that Pam was with him. And the conversation Meredith, Kelly and Phyllis has all those months ago filled your brain.

Jim, Jim with the girlfriend Katy, had the hots for Pam. Pam Pam. Pam with a fiancé Pam.

"What's up Y/N?" Kevin asked, and you walked over to the pair, taking back your matches and lighter, leaving the latter out and pulling out the box of cigarettes, holding one between your lips and lighting it quickly.

"You don't smoke." Dwight said quickly, and you took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the cold night air.

"I do now."

—

The following weeks leading up to Christmas were filled with rumours and suspicions. From Jan and Michael to Angela and Dwight to Pam and Jim... and you needed to know the truth. It wasn't that you didn't want both of your friends to be happy, but that you knew Roy and Pam, how important that relationship has been for them. Heartbreak was hard, and it was up to you to make sure neither side were left feeling that way.

So, when the Christmas Party rolled around, after the terror that was Dwight and Michael's 8 foot tall Christmas tree, and Phyllis' stellar attempt to find the right Christmas lights, it was time for Secret Santa.

"Oscar!" Dwight called, tossing the present over while showing off his elf hat and ears.

"Oh neat, a shower radio." Oscar smiles, and Kelly raised her hand behind him.

"Yeah, That was me." She said with a smile.

"Oh you I was going to buy one of thes-"

"Boring! Next! Jim." Dwight tossed over a plastic bag, and Jim lifted out a flannel that looked about twenty years old. It was from Creed, go figure.

And then came Pam, and by the look on Jim's face it was clear he had bought it for her. She opened the boxed carefully and let out a squeal after moving aside the tissue paper, lifting out a beautiful turquoise teapot, displaying it to the room. You sent a smile over Jim's way, and he grinned back, proud of himself.

"Ryan!" Dwight tossed the next present over, and Michael let out a yelp as it flew through the air. Ryan caught it with ease, unwrapping the box and muttering a soft 'wow'.

A video iPod.

A $400 video iPod, on a $20 spending limit.

And then Phyllis made Michael an oven mitt and all hell broke loose.

For those unfamiliar with White Elephant, or Nasty Christmas, or, as Michael named it, Yankee Swap, there a few rules. You can either steal a gift from those already opened, or you can pick a new gift. No take backs, no more than one gift. And by the end, only about two people are actually happy.

So, after an hour or so of passing presents, and Pam's teapot going from Pam to Meredith to Oscar and then finally to Dwight, you sat with a choice to make: steal or take the gift in the middle. You glanced over at Pam, quite happily clutching her new iPod, and you glanced at Jim, who looked more than done with the entire day.

"I'll take the teapot." You say, walking over in your red Christmas inspired dress and pulling the teapot from Dwight's arms, much to his dismay.

"Fine! I'll take the coffee mug." He muttered, and you sat down in the free chair, holding the teapot to your chest. Once everything had finally finished, Phyllis marched out, upset, with Meredith quickly following.

"What is she so upset about?" Michael scores, and you rolled your eyes.

"You did the whole Yankee Swap thing just because you didn't like your present." You said, shaking your head.

"Everybody loves Yankee Swap. And I still ended up with Dwight's stupid paintball pellets!"

"The point is Michael, we all bought gifts for specific people." Jim chimed in, though he gave me a look of gratitude for taking the teapot from Dwight.

"You should have stuck with the $20 limit." Stanley scolded Michael, who jumped from his seat.

"Yeah, well I didn't. I got a big bonus because I fired Devon and I used the money to buy something awesome. Sue me!" Michael exclaimed, and the room was silent.

"You got a bonus check?" Oscar asked first.

"How much?" Pam quizzed.

"Uh, it wasn't that much it was... It was 3,000." Michael admitted, and Stanley laughed.

"No, I'm done now." He said, turning away. And the rest of the room, you included, was just in shock. 3,000 dollar bonus for firing a staff member? You glanced over at Jim, who just walked back to his desk and cleared his stuff away for the holidays.

It was supposed to be a Christmas party, not that anyone was in the mood. As the office stood around, catching up with the guys from downstairs, Jim pulled you aside into the conference room.

"Thank you for taking the teapot..."

"No problem... You know, I'm a fan of shamrock key rings." You said, glancing at the gift Jim had ended up with. "Trade? You can give this to Pam properly?" You suggested before Dwight popped up out of nowhere.

"There's no trades allowed!" He snapped, and the pair of you shared a look.

"Then Jim can buy it from me-"

"Not a chance. If you don't leave the building with that teapot I will get you fired Y/N." Dwight threatened, and Jim laughed.

"You realise Michael likes Y/N way more than he likes you, or anyone for that matter." Jim folded his arms, and Dwight started with a comeback. You took your teapot in one arm, and Jim in the other, and you led him away from Dwight, away from Pam and Roy, and out into the corridor.

"Jim, we need to talk about what's in this box." You said softly, the music playing loud enough for no one to eavesdrop.

"What do you mean Y/N?" He asked, and you opened your mouth to respond when Michael barged past you both with more bottles of vodka than you could count. "Well, he's making up for that bonus check."

"Jim... Stay on topic." You pleaded, walking further away from the noise of the party. The two of you ended up in the staircase, and Jim watched you open the box, and then remove the card. "Is this what I think it is..." You said slowly, and Jim looked down, running his hands through his hair.

"Y/N, I'm in love with Pam. I've... I've been in love with Pam since we started here... And I need you to help me win her over." Jim admitted.

[vampirestookmydoubts]

hello! firstly, i am in love with your work! may i please, request a shelby!sister fic based on prompts #28 & #39 from your second list of prompts? i need more shelby!sister in my life and you’ve quickly become one of my favourites! thank you!

A/N: Ah, this smells like angst and I’m loving it. This scene immediately came to my mind. I think it’s angsty af and super painful to read (and to write lol), but I hope you like it, love <3

Prompts: 28. “There’s too much blood.” 39. ““Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Warnings: blood, violence, death, traumatic events, maybe mentioned potential substance abuse? SEASON 4 SPOILER Also I think the gif is warning enough to know what is coming lol

When you received the envelope with your name neatly written onto, you first thought of it as a normal christmas card, only to make you freeze when the black hand slipped out of the envelope.

Tommy was quick to call in the whole family, to tell them to come back to Small Heaths, because only when they're together they could be shielded from any harm.

To say that everyone wasn't happy was an understatement. After all that happened, Tommy wasn't quite the favorite of the family, but in the eye of death, the Shelby's always seemed to be able to put their differences aside.

"Michael, you go and bring John and Esme to Small Heath tomorrow morning.", Tommy ordered, making you look up from the card with the black hand lying on the kitchen table.

"I'm going with him.", you said, standing up from your chair. "No, you're not."

"I didnt ask for your permission, Thomas."

Although his face didn't move at all, you could see the anger rise in his light blue eyes in response to your sudden disobedience.

"Michael won't be able to convince them on his own, you know that."

Obviously fed up with the fact that you would do it anyways, Tommy reluctantly agreed to you going with Michael to get John and Esme.

 When the door of the little cottage opened, you imagined a much different welcome than what you were greeted with.

The moment Esme opened the door and saw Michael and you, she closed it immediately with a short 'Fuck off'.

"Esme, open the door!", Michael called out, knocking at the door. "Fuck off or I will strangle you with my own hands.", your sister in law yelled, almost making you laugh if it wasn't a matter of life and death.

The voice of your brother interrupted Esme's ramble hort after and a few seconds later the door opened, to reveal a rather annoyed John.

"Hey Johnny boy.", you grinned, trying to ease up the tensed atmosphere. "What is it, Y/N? Michael."

Your cousin reached into his coat pocket, showing the black hand to John. "Looks familiar?"

"Michael, just-" Reaching into your own pocket, you revealed the black hand, adressed to yourself. "Fucking italians.", John muttered at the realization that you also received a threat.

"You need to come back to Small Heath, John." "t's the only way to assure everyone's safe.", you added, ignoring the sarcastic laughter escaping Esme's throat.

"I won't allow some fucking mobsters to chase me away from my own fucking property, Y/N."

"John, please, you need to listen to us.", you tried to reason with your brother, his cheeky responses which you normally loved, suddenly making you angry.

John clicked his tongue and gave you a sarcastic grin. "What? You're afraid for me?"

"We're family, we need to-" "No!", Esme insisted, startling you with her sudden furious reaction.

"John, I and the children are the only family we need. We don't need the Shelby's."

"But Esme, Tommy said-" John had to physically stop his wife from jumping at your throat.

"Don't you dare say his name. We don't need Tommy to feel save and we also don't need his fucking puppets to come and tell us what to do."

"Esme...", your brother laid a hand on his wife's shoulder trying to calm her down. "No, I've had enough, John. He thinks he can control everyone around him, to the point where he even sends out his little sister to do his work. Why isn't HE here to tell us to come back to Small Heath, hm? Because he fucking doesn't care, John!"

You were shocked by her words, but much more of the fact that John didn't try to interfere.

"John, please.", you begged, looking up at your older brother, hoping to change his mind.

The blonde grimaced, before he sighed. "Esme, get the kids."

"What?", your sister in law and you exlaimed at the same time. "Love, if it's the only way to protec-", John started to explain himself, but was interrupted by the shrieking sound of braking tires.

What happened next would be filed under the worst day of your life.

The moving cars on the street next to the house suddenly stopped. Bales of hay were knocked off of them to reveal a bunch of armed men pointing their weapons at your group.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

John pushed Esme inside the house and while he was only able to get his wife to safety, he tried to shield you with his body. The overwhelming noise of guns and screams was deafening.

One of the bullets hit you by surprise, digging itself into the flesh of your shoulder. The sudden impact making you lose balance and throwing you to the ground.

And although John got to his gun quickly to stand his ground, he wasn't able to withstand the number of men and the force of the bullets hitting him.

As quickly as they came, the men were fast to disappear, leaving behind a scene of horror and death.

The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air, when you found yourself able to move again.

"John? John!", the frequent screams of Esme reached your ear, sudden fear rushing through your body.

You tried to fade out the throbbing pain in your shoulder as you crawled to the place where your brother laid motionless, his shirt already soaked in a thick, red liquid.

As a wave of panic hit you, you tried to press the fabric of your coat on the wounds were the bullets hit your brother, trying to stop the flow of blood. "There's too much blood.", Esme said, her voice hoarse and nothing more than a whisper as you both realized that it was too late.

Desperately you grabbed his soaked shirt, yelling for him to stand up or at least open his eyes.

"Y/N."

No, not him.

"Y/N."

Not John.

 "Y/N!", a harsh voice brought you back to reality and looked up to meet the icy blue eyes of Tommy.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" You flinched slightly when he grabbed your shoulders, examining your face and the bandage around your shoulder, making you remember what happend after the shooting ended.

The police and ambulance were quick to arrive, after a neighbor heard the shooting and it also didn't take long for the rest of the Shelby's to get notice of the event.

Michael had been sent straight to the operating room, because of the severity of his injuries.

You've been lucky. The doctor told you that the bullet went straight through, leaving you only with a bandage and lots of pain killers to help you numb the pain and your feelings.

Tommys hands embraced your face, gently wiping away a silent tear, you hadn't noticed until now.

"It's not your fault, Y/N/N." You slowly shook your head as the tears streamed down your cheeks.

"He used himself as a fucking shield to protect me, Tommy. If I weren't there or if I've been quicker to-" "You know that's not true." You looked down to your hands, still feeling the warm and sticky blood of your brother on them. How the police and ambulance had to physically remove Esme and you from his motionless body, so they could cover him with a white blanket.

"He was about to go with us, Tommy.", you said, your whole body violently shaking from the sobs escaping your throat.

Wrapping his arms around you, Tommy pulled you closer, softly stroking your hair.

"It's okay. We'll get through this together, sweetheart."

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I glance over as Emi starts on God, seeing her absentmindedly fumble with her cross as Mick listens intently, a small smile coming to my face. 

She's as enthusiastic about her beliefs as I am. It's a little more comforting having someone around that's on the same page as I am. 

That is until Nikki gets tired of hearing her go on and on about Christ. 

It's probably giving him flashbacks of conversations with Vanity. 

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" He yells back here to her, and she abruptly stops, looking at him. 

"Sixx, you're not even back here, just mind your own business." Mick boldly replies, too tired to fight about it. 

"What did you just say to me?" He cuts his eyes sharply. 

"He said mind your own business! It's not our fault your blood starts boiling and combusts into flames anytime someone mentions God! Shut up and deal with it and stop being a little bitch!" I state and he glares at me. 

A Jack Daniel's bottle is hurtling my way in no time, and I duck, causing it to hit Mick and Emi, soaking them in Jack. 

"Fuck you!" Nikki yells at me. "And you know what?! If God is so real why doesn't he just strike us out of the sky right fucking now?!" 

This sends Emi into a frenzy, grabbing her crucifix, praying, while Tommy and Vince join in on further terrorizing her, dropping their pants, along with Nikki, while they all shout on about how God needs to suck their dicks. 

I'd be offended if I knew God was. He's more than likely just looking down at them, shaking his head, wondering why he decided to create them in the first place when all they're doing is wasting their lives on booze, used pussy, and any drugs they can get their hands on. 

All the sudden, Tommy disappears into the pilots cabin, and within seconds we're doing a barrel roll, making Emi start screaming and crying. 

Once we get level, I'm taking a few deep breaths before coming to my feet. 

"Vivian." Fred scolds me, knowing what's coming, but I ignore him, marching to Nikki, Vince and Tommy, punching them both in the back of the head as hard as I can before slapping Vince with the same energy, Fred and Doc getting in the way before they can come back at me. 

"Fucking bitch!" Nikki barks at me. 

"Heard that one too many times, it's starting to bore me!" I bite back as Doc pulls me to the back of the plane. 

"See how boring my fingers around your neck are gonna be when I get ahold of you again!" He yells after me, Fred shoving him into a seat. 

"Maybe you'll kill me this time and do us both a favor!" I reply. 

"We have a gun at home just put it in your mouth and fire a-fucking-way!" 

"I would if I didn't know it'd make you so freaking happy, you sick junkie!" 

"God forbid you do anything to make me happy!"

"I sacrificed my dancing and my schooling to make you happy!" I throw at him.

"You threw out your chance to go to school and do what you were passionate about for me when I never even wanted you to do that! I wanted you to go to school, I wanted you to keep dancing but you didn't because you were too much of a pussy to leave 'cause you thought I'd break up with you!" 

"And we see where that fucking got me, don't me?! Married to a sick man who has no qualms about screwing his wife's best friend for over a year in the house he bought for her, in the bed they share!" 

"If that sick man didn't marry such a selfish, evil, farm fresh cunt from hell he wouldn't have felt the need to step out on her!" 

"You stepped out on me for drug love!" 

"I stepped out because I was bored with you and she fucked good!" He's venomously snapping at me. 

I want to say, "trust me, I know the feeling!" but decide not to. 

"Just be sure to mention that to our lawyers when you get back from Japan because I'm sick and tired of being married to you!" I shout. 

"Fuck you!" He screams. 

"Fuck both of you!" Doc snaps at us, heaving heavy breaths. "Now, I've had it, dammit!" He screams. 

We're all silent for a moment, before I'm glaring at Nikki. 

"See what you did, asshole?!" I accuse him. 

"What I did?!" He yells back, brows furrowing.

"Yes, what you did, since the only thing you're good at is stressing people out!" I shout at him. 

"I stress people out?! I stress people out?!" He starts laughing humorlessly. "I turned to fucking smack to escape your stress inducing bullshit, you delusional, rabid cunt!" He barks at me as Fred tugs me to the bathroom before I can get the last word in, locking me in until it's time to land. 

By the time we get to Fort Lauderdale, we've both calmed down enough to tolerate each once again, which is good considering paparazzi is on us like flees to a dog. 

"Vivian, Nikki!" Press shouts as cameras flash, Nikki reluctantly grasping at my hand as Fred clears a path in the people to car. 

When they see Vince, Tommy, Mick and Tansy behind us, they go after them next, giving me and Nikki time to duck into the car. 

"Geez." I sigh out, fixing my hair as Nikki moves across from me the second the door shuts. 

He leans his head back, cursing under his breath, raking a hand down his face. 

"You okay?" I ask him, genuinely, and he sneers, his eyes still closed as he catches his breath. 

"No, Vivian, no, I'm not okay." He huffs out with a sharp scoff, and I rub my lips together. 

"It's hard on me, too, you know. You aren't by yourse--"

"--Bab--Vivian, just shh." He catches himself before he says, "baby," and my heart tenses up in my chest. 

"Would you rather me scream at you and start an argument?" I ask him and he sits up, looking at me with smeared, running eyeliner, circles under his eyes, and ghostly skin. 

"I'd rather you just keep your mouth shut." He states, fumbling with his boot, pulling some tar, a spoon and a syringe out. 

"Oh, you aren't serious..." I say to him, raising a brow. 

"Me,Tansy, Izzy, Andy, Michael...don't act like you haven't seen someone shoot up before, Viv. If it makes you pussy out just close your eyes. I'll be done in a few seconds." He mumbles, about to start heating it in the spoon. 

I do just that, until I decide I'm not sitting around and let him kill himself anymore. 

I go to snatch the syringe and lump of smack away from him before he can stop me, opening the sunroof and throwing it out, going for his syringe next. 

"Stop!" He barks at me, guarding it, the both of us ending up on the floor of the limousine. 

"Nikki!" I scream, fighting with him to get it, but a sharp pain is soon shooting through my pointer finger as the needle stabs through the underside of my finger and out the top. 

It was by accident, being that he wasn't even holding the needle. 

"Motherfucker!" I scream to myself, Nikki's face paling further at the sight, as he lays underneath me while my tears are rolling down my cheeks as stinging pain spread through the nerves of my fingers, followed by the buzzing of the micro-amount of heroin on the tip of the needle that pierced my skin. 

I hiss as I pull it out and aim the needle at the car's carpet, getting rid of the shot, holding my bleeding finger as I sit up, Nikki still looking sick as I get off of him. 

"That shit wasn't cheap." He tells me, pulling himself up.

I don't pay him any attention, my finger starting to throb. 

He stares at me while I have my little pity party, before he takes a long sigh and grabs at my hurt finger, making me sniffle. 

"It's not like it went through the bone, Viv." He says dismissively, although he still holds to my finger as if trying to make it better. 

"Just shut up." I snatch away from him, frustrated.

"You shut up." He replies in the same harsh tone. 

"You fuck off." I kick my heel into his knee and he grabs my ankle and tugs at me, causing me to slide into the limo floor again. "Nikki!" I kick again with my other foot, this time, missing his crotch by mere centimeters. 

He slides to the other side of the seating to get away from me. 

When we stop at the next light, I'm reaching for the door handle and opening it up, causing him to pounce on me, and slam the door as I open it, yelling, "goddamnit, Sixx!" pinning me under him to keep me from opening it again. 

We both take heavy breaths, looking at each other...he smells repulsive, but I've missed the presence of his close proximity. 

The door opens suddenly, Doc and Fred looking down at us. 

Apparently we didn't stop at a red light, but our destination.

We both look up at them like guilty puppies, piled on each other, Fred, in particular, eyeing me like a hawk. 

"We're here." Doc informs us as we pull ourselves out of the car, and I brush off as Doc and Nikki walk ahead of me and Fred. 

"Don't say a word." I tell Fred.

"Wasn't going to." He assures me.

"It wasn't what it looked like." I say next. 

"Never said it was." He replies.

"Yeah, but, I know what it looked like, and--"

"--Viv, I'm not saying a word about it." He reassures me as we walk into the venue to see Steven, Slash, and Izzy sitting on the stage. 

Stevie sees me and makes a beeline for me, making a point to hug me. 

Steven was like Vince, but a hell of a lot more genuine and wholesome. He just loved love, affection, flirting, and women--especially women.

"Duff's really upset over what happened, Viv." He tells me in my ear. 

"I'll talk to him." I reply with a slight nod. 

"I don't know if just talking it out is gonna help much of anything, babe." He says lowly and I let out a breath. 

"I'll talk to him." I repeat, brushing off his warning. 

When I get on the bus, Duff's got his shirt off, shuffling through his bag, glancing at me. 

"Hey." I say to him.

"Hey." He mumbles back, grabbing another tshirt to put on. 

"Steven said you were still pretty upset about last night." I tell him, stepping a little closer. 

"Not with you...just...the situation." He explains in a low, frustrated tone. 

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" I offer. 

He looks at me, letting out a breath, licking his lips.

"You've already said you guys are getting divorced, so, it's not like it really matters." He shrugs. "Just having a little trouble pretending like he didn't damn near kill you, but..." he trails off, seeing the look on me face before saying, "I'll get over it, Viv, alright? Don't worry about me jumping on him again or anything like that." 

"I'm not worried about that." I assure him, grasping at his hand, tugging him closer to me in the aisle, a small smile on his lips as his hand runs through my hair, our eyes locked. 

"I love you." He tells me, my arms wrapping around his waist. 

"I love you, too." I grin, and he presses his lips to mine, sweetly, before I'm pulling away. 

"Alright, your show starts in an hour and a half." I inform him. 

"Okay." He says dismissively, kissing me again. 

"Duff, we gotta go." I giggle, his lips kissing at my cheek, then my neck. 

"We will." He says against my skin, chuckling. 

"If you're late, Axl's gonna kill us both." I remind him, kissing him again. 

As always, one thing led to another, and then…

"Duff," I whimper out, my bare back wet with sweat from the humidity in the Florida air, my thighs spread as he pushes his fingers in and out of me on the table of the empty tour bus--my dress discarded to the floor, leaving me in only my heels since I wasn't wear a bra or panties, specifically prepared for this moment. 

The wet sounds of his fingers toying with my soaked pussy reverberate off the walls of the bus, only making the ache in me more hungry. 

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and he bites it teasingly, making arch into him, his fingers plunging deeply into me, purposely brushing that spot. 

I runny fingers through his hair as he goes to my other nipple, doing the same to it, making me sigh out in pleasure. 

He kisses my lips before grinning, taking a step back to look between my legs as if admiring me, his bare torso tensing with each breath in, his hand raking over his blonde hair. 

I pull my lip into my mouth, placing my heel on his chest, gently pushing him to sit down across the aisle, and I look at him smugly as he watches me, his hand palming at his crotch. 

I turn over to my hands and knees on the table, arching my ass up and my face down before reaching my hand underneath me to rub at my clit, watching over my shoulder as he takes heavy breaths. 

Two of my fingers tease at my entrance, and I moan out as they slide into me, my walls tightening around my digits as pleasure prickles up my spine. 

He keeps his eyes glued to me as I move my other hand to my clit, my toes curling as I eventually bring myself to orgasm, but I don't have time to recover before Duff's hands are grabbing my hips and his tongue is lapping at my center, sucking at my clit from behind. 

I gasp, my hand reaching back to hold his face to me, my body moving in rhythm with his tongue. 

Moans and whimpers come from me, and he pulls away for a moment, only to pull me into the aisle and push at my back until I've got my hands on the floor, completely bent over as he gets a better angle at eating me out. 

I nearly scream at the sudden accessibility he's got, on his knees, lips and tongue going to work. 

"I'm gonna come." I gasp out and he presses one more kiss to my clit before two of his fingers thrust into my cunt, making my eyes roll back at their demanding pace, curling to hit against my g-spot. 

He stands up, never pulling his hand away as the other hand holds at my hip, leaving to run over my ass cheek for a moment as I begin to spasm around his fingers, my legs shaking as cum runs down them. 

He pulls his fingers from me and I'm standing and turning to face him, sucking them into my mouth and he curses under his breath as I keep them in my mouth, my hand unbuckling his belt and pulling his hard cock out of his jeans, wanting him down my throat at the sight of precum beading at his tip. 

I keep my control, letting his fingers from my mouth as I'm licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together. 

I sit on the edge of the table, my legs spread, my hand between my legs as he steps to me, grabbing his prick and rubbing it against my sensitive folds. 

"Fuck, Vivian." He says softly, smile on his lips as if he still can't believe he's sleeping with me. 

I just grin at him and pull him down to kiss me. 

I cry out when he takes the time to push into me, hitting as deep as he can with a few more inches to spare. 

"Make me take all of it." I tell him after he thrusts a few times. 

He watches my face as he slowly inches it further and further into me, his tip hitting my cervix and pressing against it, making it give way little by little until he's buried in me to the hilt and I feel like he's in my stomach, tears in my eyes from the painful pleasure. 

"This is how deep I want you to go when you come." I tell him, sweat beading between my breasts and he watches it, leaning forward to lick it off my skin. 

"You want me to come in you?" He asks me, knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. 

"Yes." I nod, gasping. 

"Why?" He asks and I look down, his shaft disappearing into me and coming out glistening with my juices. 

"Because it feels so good." I reply and he grabs my jaw, his tongue meeting mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he picks up his pace. 

I grab his hand and guide it to my bruised throat. 

He almost pulls his hand away but stops when I look at him. 

"You're not gonna--fuck--hurt me." I assure him, my hungry pussy being fed the way its needed, making my eyes roll back and my lids close as my head tilts back.

He slowly grasps my throat, harder and harder, and the sensation sends sharp pleasure straight to my clit. 

My fingers go to play with it, but his fingers move mine from his way, staying in fast rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'm--" I can't finish what I'm saying before he moans out with me tightening around him, further wetting him with my juices as I finish

Within a couple more minutes he's breathing out, his dick twitching before he fits all of his length into my cunt and my body's being christened with his hot cum. 

Once I cool down and clean myself up, I'm going back to him. 

I pull my shirt back over my head as his hand runs up and down my back, his lips catching on the space between my shoulder blades before the fabric of my shirt can cover me, making me laugh. 

"Duff, we--" 

"Dude, we eat on that table!" We hear Stevie pipe, and turn to see him and Izzy looking at us in horror, by the door, where we're sitting on the table. 

"So did Duff, apparently." Izzy says with a crooked smile, cigarette smoke cascading past his lips as he finds it amusing. 

"Sorry." I say to them, quickly getting dressed as Duff gets up to pull his pants on. 

"We didn't see anything, don't worry. We just waited for the screaming to subside." Izzy lets out. "Axl's wondering where you guys are."

"Of course he is." I roll my eyes. 

"Not for that reason. I think he wants to talk to you about Tansy." He adds. 

"Tansy? What about her?" 

"What do you think?" 

"She's not going to rehab until she wants to." I immediately know what he's referring to. "And being that she's not enthusiastic about living, I doubt she cares whether she dies or not." 

"Well, Axl's all worried and googly eyed and gross." Izzy huffs out. 

"Plus, she's our friend, too, and we've all been trying to talk to her about getting some help." Steven tells me, next.

I get my shoes on and step past them to the door. 

"See ya in a few." Duff tells me. 

"See ya in a few." I reply, smiling at him, before going to find Axl.

The irony of anybody from Guns being worried for Tansy due to her drug addiction was exactly that: ironic. 

But I don't blame Axl for not wanting to see the girl he was miserably in love with (well, obsessed and unhealthily infatuated with) on the brink of her own final destruction. I guess because I'd been there with Nikki, myself, and knew how scary it was--even if big, bad, mean machine Axl refused to admit he was scared, I knew he was.

"Have you seen Axl?" I ask Doc as I pass him by, and he furrows his brows. 

"Might check their dressing room, I think." He replies and I nod. 

"Oh, and I'm sorry for mine and Nikki's fight earlier." I say before he can walk off. 

"Don't worry about it, Vivian." He nods a little as I offer a small smile and head to the guys' dressing room. 

The ginger isn't in there and I groan, heading to Mötley's dressing room to check in there, coming face to face with Sparkie. 

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I ask him, cutting my eyes. 

"Waiting for Nikki to get back from the bathroom...what about you?" He replies smugly. 

"Wondering why you're back when Nikki and Axl have both made it clear they don't want to see you again." I state. 

"The bitchy redhead isn't getting in the way of my business." He says, referring to dealing to Nikki. 

"You're so sick." I hiss out in disgust, turning to leave. 

"I'm kinda wanting to add a few drops of fuel to the fire, ya know...tell him about you and Duff." He starts, and I tense up, slowly looking at him. "End the last show of this leg of the tour with a bang." 

"He won't believe you." I try to say it confidently, but my voice cracks just slightly. 

"I don't think you're giving him enough credit, Viv. Sure he's high a lot of the time, but it's not hard to believe when almost all of your time is spent with Duff in some form or fashion--not to mention you lied about your friendship with him from the start, so…" he points out. 

"What gets you off about seeing people in pain? If you're not helping them destroy themselves, you're making things a lot worse for their life." I grit out. 

"I'm not making things worse for his life by telling him about your inability to keep your legs closed. You did--well, still are doing--the crime, I'm just giving him a heads up about it because he's my friend, and my friend needs to know what kind of snake his wife really is." He remarks and I grind my teeth, turning to go again, but he grabs my wrist. 

"Unless she wants to persuade me to keep her secret?" He suggests, his cruddy eyes traveling up my body like they always do. "Last chance, Viv." He adds. "If he finds out, it'll completely shatter him. You don't want that on your hands, do you?" He keeps on, stepping closer to me, his arm sliding around my waist slowly as I stand still, frozen, as my heart pounds in my chest. "It'll just take a few minutes, and then you can go on your merry way, and I won't say a word." He grins, the tip of his nose touching mine, his chapped lips grazing mine as the door opens, revealing Nikki. 

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Hey, ida if you're accepting request, but how about reader and Luke being dating for a few years but lately they're having a lot of fights and he's very busy with the album, and then there is the quarantine and instead of work things out they just avoid each other, so reader maybe learnt to play piano bc of Luke and sings out of love by Alessia Cara and Luke is just like "I fucked up" and well they try to make it work... Pretty please

Out of love - L. Hemmings

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I absolutely adore this idea, and that song is gorgeous but I think it kind of went down hill as I wrote it! I hope you like it!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

After five years, Y/N and Luke had seen almost all of the bad times. You had been there from the very start. she held his hand while they all counted the seconds until the first album dropped. She stood by his side through scandals, and hate from fans and media alike. She was his rock, and he was hers.

The past month had been the most stressful of his career, and that really is saying something. Y/N tried her hardest to be there for him. The spread of the Coronavirus had everybody on edge, Y/N included. Luke, on the other hand, spent many hours of the day going over the effects the outbreak and impending quarantine could have on his career. Namely, the release of their newest album.

They had both hit the end of their ropes. Y/N would get defensive over the slightest comment, and Luke would lash out randomly. The stress spent more time building for the two of them than it did easing.

Arguments almost every day for two weeks, hours spent up at night sitting in a tense silence while trying to figure out the cause of their issues.

In five years, Y/N had never shouted at her love so much. In five years, Luke had never avoided his girl so much.

They hit rock bottom when a small question escalated into an argument.

"Honey? You okay?" She asked after she walked in on Luke launching his phone onto their shared bed.

"I'm fine." He barely looked at her, snapping the words out of pure frustration at the world.

At this point, it was hard for Luke to see anything other than anger. He was simply so aggravated with everything that he could barely even acknowledge who he directed his anger towards.

Unfortunately, Y/N was quickly growing to be the same way.

"Rather than being an ass about it, you could just talk to me, you know?" She snipped, rolling her eyes at the tall man.

From there, it escalated dramatically. Insults were thrown, screams were released, and finally, Y/N told him to leave.

"If you would stop being an uptight bitch for one second, you would realize that I don't need your goddamn help, Y/N!"

Her mouth dropped at the words, and his jaw mirrored the action. It was the last straw. They had both thrown many insults at one another over the years, but the malice in his voice told her that he meant every word.

"Get the hell out." She turned away from him, intending to leave the room. "I'm not dealing with your self-centered bullshit anymore, Luke."

"I'm not leaving my own house," He scoffed, and a sarcastic laugh escaped from his throat.

She turned back to him, eyes full of unshed tears and an anger he had never before seen plastered on her face.

"Fine. You wanna stay? Then stay." her hands found her suitcase - the same one Luke had bought her for the bands 'Sounds Live, Feels Live" tour - and began piling clothes inside. She didn't pay attention to what was thrown in, but as soon as it was full, and she had kissed Petunia on the head, she left.

She found herself on Crystal's doorstep, tears falling from her eyes, sobs wracking her form.

She was ordered to stay at the Clifford household until she was ready to go back home. Back to him.

A week had passed and nothing. She tried to call him after five days and the call went straight to his voicemail.

Despite the presence of one of her best friends, and the overly cheerful Michael Clifford, she couldn't shake how lonely she was without the presence of the man she loved.

She made the decision to leave the house. She wanted some space.

She expected a call or something after a few days. She expected him to answer the phone when she called, even if it ended in a screaming match. She wanted at least something to remind her that she was still his.

A few days later, and they were required to enter quarantine. Crystal, in all her overbearing instincts, ordered her to occupy their spare bedroom until she could go back to her own house.

Which meant more time away from Luke.

14 days had passed and he had ignored every one of her calls, her messages. She had even tried to send him a message on Instagram in hopes that she would get a reply. She simply got left on open.

After five years, he had made it clear that he was done with her, and she was truly heart broken.

Her emotions got the best of her and she had found herself toying with the piano that Michael had in his practice room.

She was flooded with memories of countless secret lessons spent with Ashton in hopes of learning one of their songs for Luke. Y/N knew how much music meant to Luke, and she thought it would be a good way to pull some emotion from him during the tough time, but unfortunately, she never got so far.

For the first time in their relationship, Luke had counted down the seconds until release alone. He should have been happy but all he could feel was guilt flow through his body with every beat of his heart.

It killed him to think of his girl sitting all alone, counting the minutes down as they had for the previous three albums.

It hurt him to keep a smile on his face through the Instagram lives, and talk about how he wrote some of the lyrics to 'Lover of Mine' with the woman.

What really struck a chord in him, was the video she had posted the day after the release.

The picture was black and white, similar to the one he uploaded of his 'Best Years' performance.

Y/N was positioned at a piano, as she skillfully played the intro to an Alessia Cara song she loved, but he couldn't remember the name.

He had heard her sing before, but never to this extent. She looked at home with the keys in front of her.

I won't tell you I'm lonely, 'cause it might be selfish. I won't ask you to hold me 'cause that won't mend what's helpless.

His stomach dropped as the lyrics flooded his mind. The song was about an intense heartbreak, a longing for answers.

He could faintly see the outline of a tear dropping down her cheek, but she kept her voice strong. The black and white video was chosen especially to hide her emotions.

There's not a thing I could say, not a song I could sing for your mind to change.

He knew the song was dedicated to him. He didn't know when she had learned to play his favourite instrument, but he was lost in the perfection of her every move.

His heart yearned to hold the woman in his arms and apologize for every wrong he had committed over the past month and a half.

But let me ask you one thing, oh, when did you fall out of love? Out of love. Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

He knew she was hurting. He had avoided her messages because he was too blinded by his own anger and stress to truly realize the damage he had done to the woman.

She looked physically in pain, yet her beauty still radiated through the grey scale video. Tears dropped from his own eyes as he witnessed the woman he loved experience such heartache.

She truly believed he had fallen out of love with her because of his actions.

He had hurt her so deeply.

Before he could finish the video, his keys were in hand and he was slamming the door behind him.

The doorbell rang through Michael and Crystal's house and Y/N made a move to get the door. They were all stumped as to who it could be, as everybody was to maintain social distance and only leave the house to retrieve essentials.

As soon as the door was opened, a mop of blond curls had attacked her, wrapping his long arms around her body and dragging her into one of the many rooms of the Clifford house, leaving a very confused Michael and Crystal watching the scene from a lounge.

The door was closed behind them, but the large human had yet to detach himself from her body and instead, ended up kneeled in front of her, forehead pressed against her stomach and sobs shaking his body against hers.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I fucked up. I fucked up big time," his voice was wet through the heavy sobs and her fingers went to his hair, hoping to soothe him enough to calm the tears.

Luke felt so guilty. He had hurt her so much and not had a single care for the repercussions. He was selfish and convinced the woman, who had stood by his side for five years, through so much, that he didn't love her.

All because he was stressed over the album.

"Luke-"

"No," he cut her off, standing to his feet so she can see the intensity of his puffy eyes, "No. You have every right to be mad at me. I fucked up, Y/N. I was so worried about how we were going to promote the album and what was going to happen with the quarantine that I took it out on you. I can't apologize to you enough."

She had spent too many sleepless nights wondering if he would ever speak to her again, and if he still loved her that she was at a loss of words when he finally made contact.

"Luke," she tried, taking a moment to piece together what she wanted to say. "You can be such an asshole sometimes."

He laughed at the emission, waiting with bated breath to find out if she still wanted him around.

"I will forever be in your corner. I will always be on your side, and I act like an overbearing bitch because I care about you, but so help me, if you ever say that to me again, I won't forgive you," Her voice was strict, and he nodded at the instructions.

He can't believe he let the words fall from his lips. He would never intentionally hurt the woman, and he was beyond disgusted at himself for making her think he would ever stop loving you.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I'm so sorry," he stated, pulling into another hug.

"I love you too, Lu."

"You're only meant to leave the house for essentials, Lucas!" Michael screeched from the doorway, cringing at the couple while Crystal rolled her eyes at him.

"I know. Y/N is the only essential I need."

[ma-gic-gay]

"Get. Out," Jason says, glaring at the mobster in front of him. "Aren't you supposed to be in a prison cell?"

"I was released on bail and wanted to see how-"

"Say her name and you'll be the one in the hospital bed."

"Is that a threat?"

"A promise," he smiles fakely, enjoying the fact he's the one with power in this situation. This sick bastard is the reason that his... Carly is traumatized and hurt.

"Please, leave," Carly requests softly. For a minute, Jason almost forgot she was there. He immediately goes back in his chair and wipes away her tears, which are coming fairly frequently. "I want him out of here and back in his cell."

"You heard the woman. Get out or I'll have security remove you."

"I own part of this hospital, Mr. Morgan. I'm on the board-"

"Not anymore," Michael answers, walking in with his kids and Willow. "Last night, the board took a vote. ELQ bought out your shares and the board decided you're no longer a part of it. So if I were you, I'd get out of here while you can still move."

"Are you threatening me, Mr. Corinthos?" Cyrus asks, amused. "That won't fly with anyone, really."

"You made a mistake, underestimating him," Willow chimes in. "I'd leave pretty quickly if I were you. After all, we know you're going back to Pentonville, where I look forward to you rotting in a prison cell until you die a slow, painful death."

"Ms. Tait-"

"It's Mrs. Corinthos, actually," she says, glaring at him while showing her engagement and wedding rings. "Because, you see, I love Michael and he loves me. That's what these beautiful rings mean. Something I doubt you'll ever be able to experience. Then again, maybe prisoners like knowing that their fellow prisoner is a kidnapper and rapist. Maybe not. I guess you'll find out."

"I have no reason to leave," Cyrus answers a non-existent question. "There's no need for me to. I just wanted to check on Carly. I do hope I can call you that, Mrs. Corinthos?"

"No," she answers, voice weak and tears still streaming down her face. "Please, leave. You know what you did to me. So do the cops, so does everyone else in this room. Enjoy your last few weeks of freedom if you insist, but otherwise, Cyrus, get the hell out of my room."

When he still refuses to move, Jason presses the "call" button near Carly's bed and Epiphany enters the room. "Mr. Renault. Unless you need medical attention, get out of this hospital."

"Nurse Johnson," he greets. "Nice to see you."

"Security!" Epiphany shouts instead of answering his greeting. "Cyrus is in 3115!"

A few moments later, a security guard enters and escorts Cyrus out, much to the man's protests. "I'm not doing anything wrong by visiting a friend!"

Epiphany casts a glance towards Carly, "You want a sedative or something?"

"No, thanks," the blonde responds, noticing her grandkids are in the room and breaking into a fake smile. "Hey Wiley, Ophelia! Did you two have fun playing with Donna and Avery yesterday?"

"Grandma, why are you crying?" Wiley asks. "And why aren't you at home?"

"I got a really bad booboo and so I'm stuck in here for a little while. Don't worry, bud, I'll be out of here and playing with you two again as soon as I can. Maybe we'll go get some ice cream to celebrate when I get out, how's that sound?" Carly asks her grandson, simplifying it greatly.

"Yay! Ice cream!" Wiley cheers while his sister just smiles.

"Hey, Mr. Wiley, I think you have to get to school," Michael says after glancing at his watch.

"But I want to help Grandma's boo-boos feel better!" He protests.

"Grandma needs her rest, Wiley. Tell you what, maybe your dad will take you here after school and you can tell her all about your day. How's that sound?" Jason offers, compromising.

"Will you make sure she gets her rest, Jason?" Wiley asks and they laugh at the young boy's concern.

"Yes, I will. But you've got to get off to school first."

"Okay. Bye bye, Grandma and Jason! I'll be back after school."

He waves as Michael takes him out of there, Ophelia still with Willow. "Ophelia, do you wanna say bye to her? Say bye bye," Willow urges, smiling.

Silence follows that. "She's being rude, sorry about that," she jokes before bringing her out to join Michael and Wiley in the car.

As soon as the door closes behind Willow, the silent tears multiply and Carly's loudly sobbing. "How did he get out, Jason? They promised me he'd go to jail, that he'd never see the light of day again. I know it's the PCPD, but they made a promise to me! And now he's walking around town, free to see me and make me feel like I'm back in that room and he's about to-" she trails off at one point, sobs overtaking her vocal cords.

"I don't know. I'm calling Diane; this isn't making any sense."

"No need to call, Jason. I'm right here. Heard Cyrus got let out?"

"He paid a visit to us, actually, only a few minutes ago," Carly says, abruptly ending her sobs.

"Well, the DA is going to take this case. Which means Robert Scorpio is your lawyer. I'm going to be assisting him, however, and I expect that Cyrus will be put away rather quickly. If he doesn't plead guilty, than you'll go to trial. His arraignment is happening tomorrow and he's out on bail until then. After that, he will be sent to Pentonville to either await trial or start serving his sentence," Diane summarizes quickly. "Carly, when are you expected to get out of here?"

"In a couple of days, but I think they'd let me out for a court date."

"You're not leaving until the doctor's deem it safe," Jason counters quickly. "If you can't go to the arraignment, I will. I'll tell you exactly what happened."

"Well if the doctors say I can go to court-"

"Look. I'll talk to the nurses and figure out what's going on here. You two can fight about this later. In the meantime, you need to be prepared for the possibility he'll plead not guilty and take this to trial." Diane interjects. "Robert will be by later today to discuss this with you."

"If he pleads not guilty and we go to trial, how fast can we get one?" Jason asks.

"A couple of weeks, probably. Which means keeping a low profile. No business talk, no crazy ideas. Just a coffee importer and a victim of what Cyrus did to you," Diane warns. "You two don't exactly have the best reputation."

"Hey, I'm a respectable businesswoman and he's a respectable businessman. We'll be fine," Carly smiles and Diane cocks an eyebrow at Jason.

"We won't do anything stupid."

"Good. I'm going to go talk to the nurses. Carly, rest up. We'll want you at court tomorrow." Diane says before leaving, her heels clacking along the tile.

"Don't tell me you want me to stay in the hospital," Carly says, starting up that argument again.

"I don't. But if it's the best way for you to heal-"

"It's not. I'm already bored to death and, as much as I enjoy your company, I want to be at home. Or at work. Back to running the world, you know? Not cooped up in this hospital bed, screaming every few hours because I feel like I'm back in that room above Jake's, which used to be such a fun spot but now it makes me want to die inside, thinking about it. Thinking about what he did, it taints almost all of our memories there and I think that's the worst part of it," the blonde admits, smiling through her tears.

"I can think, you know, about how we got our start, and when I focus on just you, it makes it all seem so much easier. When I don't, and I let my mind wander, somehow I end up thinking about what Cyrus did. I can't even indulge in nostalgia without thinking about him, Jason. The physical, yeah I'm sore but I'll be fine. Eventually, I won't have any physical mark of it. But the emotional one, what if it never goes away? What if whenever I think of us, and that little room, I always end up thinking about Cyrus? What then?"

"Then you'll just have to think of our other memories. At the penthouse, at any of your houses, with Michael, at the hospital, any of the years worth of other memories," he offers. "They're not our only good memories, Carly. They're just a few."

"My boy on the side, remember?" She asks and they laugh. "Robin couldn't find out and neither could Tony."

"Yeah," he smiles. "We were determined to never speak to each other outside of the bar and that room. It was pretty much our only rule."

"I never did like following rules."

"Not even the ones you came up with."

"Well, if I'd followed the rules, then you wouldn't know me nearly as well and you'd be leading a sad life without me in it. You wouldn't have nearly as much fun without me," she says confidently.

"I'd also have way less headaches."

"And be dead by now."

"Yeah, probably."

"I think I've earned a thank you."

"Thank you, Carly."

"You're welcome." Smiling, she realizes something. "Hey, I just realized that you didn't kiss me that nightmare."

"Did you really want me to kiss you in front of Cyrus?" He asks.

"It would've drove him nuts."

"Yeah, well Michael, Willow, and your grandkids were in here too. Michael's already barely not killing us for having sex, I don't feel like testing that."

"No one's here now."

"Is that your way of telling me to-" he gets cut off by the feeling of her kissing him.

They pull apart a few moments later, Carly having a satisfied smile on her face. "So, how long does this whole kissing me every time I have a nightmare thing last?"

"Until we decide to stop it," he answers simply, refusing to label whatever the hell is going on here. At least, none of that until she's more recovered from this, maybe when Cyrus is behind bars.

To be continued after I actually do school because fuck the education system

@ryleighjosephine i dont know what the song is sorry

[andrea-lyn]

Prompt: Missing scene from No Love Like Your Love. I'd love a scene of one of Malex's phone calls during the 3 yrs away. I know we got the one when Michael first got there. But I'd love to get another one in the middle when they're just missing each other and maybe wanting to talk about their future. I just imagine how sweet they are on these phone calls. (Another idea if you don't like this one is Michael receiving the video from Alex of him dancing. I imagine that would give him...feelings!)

(I will always write more of this! There’s also a oneshot coming post-fic, so keep an eye out for that whenever I find the time to finish)*It’s Michael’s birthday in two days, which normally is an exciting time for him.This year, he’s been feeling despondent and a little quiet about it. For the last few years, he’s had his Mom and Alex to really make the day feel special in ways that he’d never felt on Antar. He knows there’s a feast prepared for him and a grand dance that he’ll be attending later on tonight, but it’s not milkshakes at the Crashdown and it’s definitely not Alex curled up around him, singing him happy birthday in his ear like the world’s sexiest thing.God, Michael misses him. Still, it’s not all terrible. He’d received a text relay from his mother with instructions to beef up the comms device on the night before his birthday as there would be an extremely large data packet coming through prior to their talk, so Michael’s been distracted with the work. It’s just what he needs, and he has to wonder if that isn’t part of his Mom’s gift to him, with her knowing that this year would be hard, being the first year back from Earth. Michael’s begun to think of it as being away from home, but he genuinely believes that to be true. Once he has everything ready to go, he turns on the device and sits cross-legged in front of the comms broadcast patiently, hands in his lap as he waits excitedly to see his Mom and Alex for the first time in months (their last call had been eight weeks ago and it could be eight hours and Michael would think it too long). He’s beginning to honestly wonder how the hell he’s going to survive three years apart.The feed starts to spur to life, images beginning to appear in blurry form, but Michael hears the tinny sound of music before he sees anyone. Background noise filters in, more than there’d be for the garage, and as the image begins to clear up, Michael can tell that it’s a recorded video and it’s at the Pony.“Oh, he’s gonna love this,” he hears Maria’s voice behind the recording device.Michael shifts in his seat, moving to the edge of it as he tries to make out the image as it focuses and becomes less pixelated. The strains of music become a lot clearer, heavy bass thumping as the camera focuses on the bar area.Suddenly, Michael is understanding who the he is as he watches Alex haul himself onto the bar with straining forearm muscles helping him do it smoothly. That’s Closer by Nine Inch Nails playing, even though Michael can barely hear it over the eager screams of women — what looks like a bachelorette party.Michael locks eyes with Alex in the video, even though he knows he can’t see him back. Alex squats, tight jeans straining at the thighs, the tank top he’s wearing along with a long necklace showing gleaming, sweaty skin as he slowly starts to wind his way to his feet, strolling along the bar before he strikes a pose, hands hitting hip bones as he grinds and sways, making a crooking ‘come here’ motion with his fingers the instant the lyrics sing, I wanna fuck you like an animal.“Oh, fuck,” Michael lets out a ragged cry, the moan drawn out of him. Alex must know the audience he has, but what’s incredible is that in even under a year, the way Alex moves is so free and fluid, like he doesn’t give a damn what anyone in Roswell thinks. He hears a few slurs being flung at him, but the bachelorette party is clearly in his corner, from the vicious way they defend him.And given the way he hears Hank yowl with pain, Michael thinks smugly that he definitely got hit.He watches as one of the girls drapes a feather boa around Alex’s neck (which he ducks to accommodate), before Alex moves along with the music, sliding to his knees so he can lean back until his shoulders are almost pressed to the wooden bar, starting to inch his way back up to the beat. Michael can see the sweat dripping down his temple, and he watches as Alex turns, eyeing the camera again.He mouths the words, “You get me closer to God,” right at him, and Michael feels shivers go down his spine, knowing those are meant for him.Alex leans over to take a shot that one of the girls has left out for him, licking his lower lip, rubbing two fingers along the bottom one and sucking them in his mouth before he hops down mid-song, wandering through the bar. Michael can hear Maria laughing on the video, but Michael’s not in a laughing mood right now. Suddenly, the noise from the video dims, which Michael is about to protest and fiddle with the device, but he sees why when suddenly the three-dimensional image fades out and is replaced by Alex sitting in the garage back at home. His heart swells as he looks at him, beating faster as he stares at his handsome boyfriend. It’s only a shame he’s so far away, because after that video, Michael has things he wants to do to him.“You know, that’s gotta be classed as some kind of torture,” Michael ekes out, exhausted and mildly upset as he presses the heel of his palm against his cock to try and calm down. “You send me that knowing I’m so far away? At least tell me the bachelorettes behaved with you.”“It took me days to wash off the glitter, but they let me escape with my dignity,” Alex promises. He looks like he’s just woken up, his hair not styled and swept over his forehead, making him look wildly handsome even though Michael can see the sleep in his eyes. He yearns to reach through the connection and rub it away, but he can’t.For all that he can talk to Alex, he can’t touch him or be with him the way he wants to — at least, not yet. He’s got plans on how to fix that.“Happy birthday, Michael,” Alex says, softly and with great tenderness. “I know it’s not the best of gifts…”“Alex,” Michael cuts him off. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m gonna download this whole conversation off the server so no one else gets to see it, but so I can watch it on a daily basis. At least once a day.” He might even get to three or four times, thinking about the way Alex’s tongue had touched his lower lip during the video. “I miss you so much,” he tells him. “I wanna be there, so we can go get milkshakes and you can kiss every inch of my body and worship me.”“Oh, is that what the birthday boy gets?” is Alex’s smug little reply, clearly amused. Michael isn’t planning to back down. “I mean, it’s what the birthday boy wants.” He goes serious, then, staring at Alex as his face falls. “He only wants you.”Alex doesn’t say anything, but he holds up his hand. Michael knows he must be missing him just as much and Michael does the same, getting as close as he can without touching (because he thinks it’ll break his heart to push through and only get air instead of the warmth of Alex’s palm).“You gotta not say those things,” Alex replies, sounding choked up.Michael understands all too well. He doesn’t want the big lavish banquet or whatever expensive gift Isobel has planned for him. He wants one specific thing and that’s Alex, but he’s not going to get him in his bed or be able to hold Alex flush against his body, sliding his palm over his heart. Maybe it’s better to stop cruelly teasing himself.“Is that what you’ve been doing now?” Michael asks. “Dancing on the bar at the Pony?”“I wanna hear about you,” Alex protests.“We’ll get there,” Michael promises, staring at Alex fondly. “We’ve got at least an hour for this call,” he says, grabbing a full body sized pillow to hug to his chest like it can somehow act as a replacement for Alex (even though that’s impossible). “Tell me about Roswell.”Alex does, for the better part of their hour. He tells Michael about what’s happening at home with him and Mara, he talks about his career both writing music for other artists, his shifts at the music store, and how he’s been picking up more work at the Pony because the tips pay better (though usually not with the locals, which Alex scowls at to say). Michael hears about the letters from Liz and news from Maria.It all aches in a new way for Michael, who’s never loved anyone like this before. He knows it’ll make them stronger in the end to have this time apart, but right now, he kind of wants to curl up in a ball and cry for how much he misses him. Michael doesn’t say much about Antar, other than telling Alex about the plans for the night, showing him his suit, and talking about the gifts that he’ll get. By the time he’s rushed through that, the power starts to drain from his room and Michael can’t even begin to imagine what’s happening on the other end.“When will we get to talk again?” Alex asks, his voice small as the reality sinks in that they won’t get to talk again for a while.Judging by the schedule of power on Antar, Michael thinks that it’ll be two months, at best. “Eight weeks?” he judges, feeling miserable to say it. “Too long, no matter when it is. I’m gonna bury myself in my projects,” he admits. “It’s still not good enough.” Just like the pillow he’s holding onto isn’t good enough either.Alex stares at him, like he’s trying to memorize his face, and he sighs when the power over the relay dims again. “I better go, before someone gets suspicious. Happy birthday Michael. I love you, with all of me.”“I love you too. Take care of Mom, okay? And thank her,” he adds, suspecting that her present to him had been giving him all this time with Alex without intruding. “She’ll know why.”“I’ll talk to you in eight weeks,” Alex promises, as he leans forward, fingers hovering over the disconnect button. “And I’m gonna love you just as much then as I do now,” he vows, with a fond smile on his face. “Good,” Michael replies. “Remember that when you’re dancing on bartops.”He gets one last beautiful, sweet, perfect smile from Alex and then the feed goes dark. Michael’s left alone in his bedroom clutching onto his pillow. He buries his face in it, trying to stem the grief of being away from Alex, but knowing that he doesn’t have to let it hurt him. Instead, he can let it be the main driver for why he needs to wrap things up, abdicate, and get back home.He’s a genius. If anyone’s going to figure this out, it’ll be him.

[fakemouthstatics]

Michael & Maria + Sweet Home New Mexico

Two ten year olds were running in the desert during a storm, a first kiss that left them figuratively and literally struck by lightning. A kiss that lead them to a wedding at 18, with a groom half drunk and a wife attending her reception by herself with puke down her dress while he slept it off.

They were so in love but too stupid to know what to do with it.

(•••)

7 years later

Micheal stepped out on his porch to see what his dog was barking about, what he saw was the last person he thought he would ever see, causing him to drop the truck part he was working on.

"Shit" he mumbled under his breath. She was still as beautiful as the day she left him.

"Stop staring and get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce" Maria said already annoyed by his presence.

"You show up here after seven years without so much as a "Hey there Micheal, remember me your wife" or a "Hi Honey! Looking good"

Maria stands there taking in his handsome face covered in grime and grease "You expect me to tell you you look good? What, they run out of soap at Walmart since I left?" Wiping the smirk off Michael's face.

He turns to walk back into the house. "What are you doing?" She yells. "Leaving. You should recognize the gesture" Michael says as the screen door shuts.

Maria let's out a huff and stomps up the porch steps "Michael! You dumb, stubborn redneck hick! The only reason you wont sign these papers is because I want you to." Micheal swings back around "Wrong! The only reason I ain't signing them is because you turned into some hoity-toity LA bitch, and I like nothing better to do right now than to piss you off!" He says as he slams the door.

Maria rolls her eyes and starts off to get the spare key.

(•••)

Maria is sitting on the couch pissed as Michael sits on the barstool drinking a beer, all of a sudden he starts laughing as he goes for the door.

Maria then notices the blue and red lights reflecting off the house. "You called the Sheriff! You know Valenti hates me" she hurries to find a place to hide but a voice stops her in her tracks.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in" Maria turns with a smile and runs into the arms of Max Evan's as he spins her around in a hug that she has desperately missed these past seven years. "Oh Alanis we missed you around here" Max says as he release her. "Max, I can believe you're the Sheriff now" She has missed her brother in law so much.

"Yup. Get to frisk pretty things like you all day, and get paid for it" He says with a laugh "Just don't tell Liz I said that" He winks.

Michael decides it's time to break this reunion up "Alright Maxwell, let's be a little more professional, we have a crime suspect here". Max turns to Maria putting on a stern face "Now Maria you can't be breaking into peoples houses" He tries to lead her out but she starts walking to her purse "I didn't break in, I used my key" she says holding it up. "Well, it's still not your house"

Micheal wears a triumphant smile "Use the cuffs Max, please". Again before Max can lead her away she goes back to her purse "If you get him to sign these, I'll let you run me out of town." She says with a devilish smirk that if he wasn't so ass backwards in love with Liz, he would be a goner for.

"That's none of your business" Michael says as he tries to take the papers but Max beats him to it. "Divorce papers? I though you said you took care of this Michael." Max plays along for Michael's benefit knowing full well he hasn't taken care of it. "I thought I had" Michael stammers. "Well, since you are still married this is her house too and nothing I can do, I'll let y'all catch up" Max proceeds to walk out the door as Michael starts at him "I suppose shoplifting steaks from Walmart is okay" Maria runs behind Micheal "OH! I took them back and you know it!" she points at him.

Max continues to the door and Michael tries again "You remember that vandalism in the stockyard? Totally her." Maria scoffs at him "Like I could tip a cow, by myself." Max finally makes it to the door laughing under his breath as Michael makes a final attempt.

"Max. Isn't there an outstanding warrant for the person who dumped your jeep in the fish pond" Max stops in his tracks and Maria let's out a huge betrayed gasp.

Ha. Got her.

(•••)

After a day of cleaning out their joint account and making Michael crazy by sprucing up the place and acting like a wife, she finally got him to sit down to sign the papers, but there were a couple questions on her mind that she needed the answers to.

"What are you doing with all that cash? And since when did you quit Sanders? You're not doing anything illegal, are you, Michael?"

"Maybe I am. So what? I don't ask you about your boyfriend, you keep your nose out of my life, deal?" He looked up at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Who told you?"

"Honey, just 'cause I talk slow doesn't mean I'm stupid." He looks back down at the papers saying softly "Nobody finds their soul mate when they're ten years old."

Maria feels like she got punched in the gut. "Yeah I guess not" she looks down at her feet. She walks over to the mantel looking at the pictures of her truck that Michael restored for her when they were 16. "I saw it in the garage when I first got here, I can't believe you kept it"

Michael looks up at her and he has never seen a more beautiful person in his life. Right then he decides he needs more time, he can't lose her again.

He looks down at his phone "Oh, hey Maria, you know what? I just remembered I have a date tonight" He stands up "You don't mind if I have my lawyer look at this right?"

"What!?" She let's out. How is it that this man can get her so riled up in 2 seconds flat.

"I'm just a simple country boy, there's words in there I can't even pronounce" He walks back to the bedroom when he hollers out "Thanks for stopping by"

Maria is beside herself and all she can do is release a breathe of frustration and stomp out of the house.

(•••)

After crashing Michael's date (which was NOT out of jealousy) with a really nice guy named Alex and making a complete ass of herself in front of all her friends she wakes up with a hangover and divorced papers signed on every line, every I doted.

This is what she wants, this is what she came home for. Then why does she feel so hollow?

Maria climbs up to the top of the Crashdown Cafe to finish her apology tour. Liz is already there hands resting on a rounded belly. Maria's heart aches at the sight, for joy for her friends and sorrow for what she lost at 18.

Liz looks up at her approaching and just like that Maria's let's it all out, neverending flow of tears as Liz pulls her down into her arms "I'm so sorry I left." Liz sushes her with "I know" with so much more understanding than she deserves.

With the tears and apologies out of the way Liz let's something slip in hopes that it will help heal her broken friends.

"He went out to California"

Maria is stunned.

"A year after you left. Michael doesn't know I know, Max let it slip one night. He told him he hadn't seen anything like it, saw how happy you were singing on stage, he knew right then he would need more than an apology to win you back."

Maria was still speechless. More tears were building in her eyes as Liz continued.

"He needed to concour the world first, hes been trying ever since."

"That's why he kept sending back the papers" she said with realization. Liz nodded.

"He went back to UNM and graduated at the top of his class. He's started restoring old trucks and selling them all over the country"

So that explains all the money she thought to herself. Michael was finally becoming the man she always knew he could be.

(•••)

"Thought I'd find you out here"

Michael turned his head to the voice as she joined him on the bed of his truck.

"Still love watching the storms roll in, some things never change" she said as she bumped him with her shoulder.

The two of them just watched the sky in the middle of the desert as the storm rolled in.

"Can't get a view like this out in California can ya Deluca?" He asked still looking out at the horizon unaware of her looking at him not the sky as she replied "No, you can't"

A moment goes by before she speaks again "Ever wonder what would have happened, if" Michael cut her off "We hadn't have gotten pregnant?" Maria nods her head. Michael takes a swig of his beer as he gets his thought together.

"I thought that baby would be an adventure. And it took me a while to realize, it would have been your only adventure. I wanted so much more for your life than to be stapped down with a kid and a husband going nowhere at the age of 18. So I didn't fight you when you left." Maria could see the tears in his eyes.

"I just needed a different life, after we lost the baby, I was just in so much pain" Maria said wanting him to know that she didn't leave because of anything he did.

"You done real well for yourself. I'm proud of you, Maria". He stopped her from saying more. Michael finally turned to look at her and rested his hand on her cheek wiping away a tear.

"I'm just sorry I never danced with you at our wedding, I'm sure this next one's gonna go better for ya."

Maria couldn't take it anymore and brought her lips to his and poured all her emotions into the kiss, hurt, sorrow, love. Michael started kissing back just as much as she was but he was about to do the hardest thing he ever had to do, he pulled back.

"Maria, you have a fiancee, you need to go" Maria pulled back feeling rejection and shame and without a word hopped off the truck and ran to her car.

(•••)

What do you do when you fiancee shows up and promises to give you the life you always dreamed of?

You plan a wedding.

Walking down the aisle and this should be the happiest day of your life but you know this is not right. As if on queue you see your lawyer running down the aisle and you tell him Michael signed the papers and yes that is true but you didn't.

Knowing you can't marry this man you tell him you gave your heart away a long time ago and never got it back.

You tell your friends and family to stick around your going to go find yourself a groom.

(•••)

It's raining when she gets to his garage Liz told her he owns. He's under the truck in the open bay when he hears Maria say

"Hey Cowboy, you owe me a dance"

He gets up and meets her out in the rain, the water making his curls she loves so much disappear.

"Nice dress, where's your husband?"

"I'm looking at him, apparently you and I are still married"

Michael can't say anything hes blown away with how gorgeous she looks in that dress soaking wet. What she says next makes him want to kill Max.

"Why didn't you tell me you came to see me in California?"

"I had to make something of myself."

"You about done?" She throws at him.

"What is it about you girls? You can't make the right decisions til you tried all the wrong ones?"

"At least I fight for what I want." Not backing down.

"Oh, what do you want, Maria? I don't even think you know."

"You're the first boy I ever kissed, Michael and I want you to be the last."

"Maybe you and I had our chance." He says as he starts to walk away from her.

"Fine! Have it your way, you stubborn ass!" She says running after him. Michael finally stops and turns around.

"Why do you want to be married to me for, anyhow?" Maria walks over to him and puts her hands on both his cheeks.

"So I can kiss you any time I want."

Michael can't hold it in anymore and pulls her into an earth shattering kiss that makes them feel like their world snapped back into place. Michael releases her and whispers

"I love you so much"

"Baby, you have no idea how much I love you too" Michael pulls her back into him.

Eventually they make it to the reception and finally have their first dance.

Michael has never been so happy, until one night three months later when they're cuddled up by the fireplace and Maria whispers the words "I'm pregnant"

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Forget Me Not Jim Mason x Reader 50 First Dates AU Pt 9

@michael-langdon-appreciation

There was this itchy sensation at the back of her brain screaming it was past time for this to be over. Not only the baby's arrival, but all of it. Her family had taken control of the waiting room down the hall, but they still managed to hover. Between the anxious glances and the well-meant but annoying suggestions to make her feel better, she was ready to kick their collective oversized asses out of the hospital.

She was having a baby, damn it, not on her deathbed. There was too much going on now that labor had started. Too much, and yet not enough to distract her from thinking about what she wanted.

Or more specifically who she wanted.

"I can’t do this anymore." Y/N eased her way down the hall, holding tightly to Medina’s arm.

"I don't think you can cancel at this point, hon." Medina paced slowly, her head dipping closer as her volume went even lower. "Although, if you want me to encourage anyone to leave, tell me, okay? Anyone," she said pointedly as one of Y/N's brothers stepped toward them.

Here they went again. Y/N eased a hand over her rock-solid belly as she paused to deal with another contraction. "Oh damn, this hurts."

Her brother Alex wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You're doing great."

She couldn’t answer for a moment. It was nice to know they cared, but really? Her brothers and her dad? Y/N blew out the final moment of pain and straightened to look into Alex's concerned eyes. "Thanks for the encouragement, but please. Go home, and we’ll let you know when the kid arrives."

"Take the other guys with you too," Medina suggested. "Because, dude, none of you are going anywhere near the delivery room when the actual event is happening."

"Ick, that is so true."

Y/N squeezed her brother's hand. "I'm glad you want to be there for me, but this is going a little too far, if you know what I mean."

Only, Alex wasn’t watching her, he was watching the nurses' station. "I don't mind hanging out for a while."

Jeez, good to know his reasons for being here weren’t all about wrapping her in cotton. "Go home, Alex. Or at least pretend to go so I don’t have to look at you. We'll call when there’s news." Y/N  stepped away and ignored him, easing through the next few contractions.

It wasn't her family she wanted around. She wanted Jim. She'd allowed him to be sent way, and she'd thought it was the right thing to do, but now that the moment had come she wasn't so sure.

Medina led her down the corridors in an endless loop. Her brothers had at least obeyed the part about getting out of sight, although knowing them, they’d probably only hit the coffee shop on the second floor and were tormenting people there.

Between contractions and pacing, she paused to look out the window. Spring had already passed, easing into full-on summer, and it was time for all kinds of new things.

Maybe a new chance as well.

Medina leaned on the wall beside her, arms crossed over her chest. "You want to call him?"

Was she that transparent? "Jim?"

Her best friend shrugged. "Honey, you love the guy. I think he loves you, and I doubt at this point anyone here at the hospital is going to call the cops if he shows up, restraining order or not." She made a rude noise. "I think we'd all lie our asses off for you two right now."

"I can’t...” Y/N thought really hard about what she wanted to say to finish that sentence.

She couldn't what?

I can't do this without him.

She lifted her eyes to her friend's. "Do you think he wants to be here? Even if it might get him arrested?"

Medina held out her cell phone, Jim's number already up on the screen. "I bet he'd go through hell itself to be here if you asked."

It really wasn’t that hard, hitting the button to make the call.

“Medina?" Jim sounded breathless. "Is she okay? Is the baby there? Tell me they're both fine."

His obvious concern had Y/N's throat closing tight, and she had to force out the words. "Jim, it's me. I'm doing good, but ..."

“Y/N? Thank God. You had the baby?"

"Not yet." She paused, wondering if it was right to even offer him the temptation. It wasn’t her who could end up in jail. But he'd told her once she should reach out and take what she wanted, and damn if she wasn't going to do exactly that. At least to offer him the option and let him decide if the risks were worth it. "This could get you in trouble, but do you want to be here? I mean, be with me when the baby arrives?"

"Oh, yeah." Loud clattering rang in the background, something like a door slamming. "Are you asking me to come to the hospital?"

"It might be a terrible idea, but yes, I want you here-oh, shit..." Another contraction hit, and she had to bend over and concentrate on breathing.

Jim's anxious voice blared from the phone as she held it against her thigh, his frantic questions getting louder and louder.

Medina somehow helped support her and at the same time grabbed the phone. "Stop shouting. She's busy for a minute." A pause, then Medina snorted. "Well, I don't know, sweetheart. Hold on to your knickers and I'll ask her." Her friend held the phone against her chest to cover the speaker. "What should I tell him?"

Y/N blew out a long breath as she found her feet, reaching for the phone. "Jim, me again. Sorry about that. I want you with me, if you still want to be here."

"You know I do."

Y/N twisted to the right in surprise. His answer had come not from the phone, but from the man himself who stood only two feet away. He was breathing heavily as if he’d been running stairs.

Y/N was breathing pretty hard herself. "Seven fucking hells, how did you do that?"

"If he's got a transporter and he hasn’t shared until now, I'm going to be pissed off." Medina held out her hand and gave Jim a quick handshake. "Now that you’re here for backup, I'm going to do a little distracting of the nursing staff and warn the people who will help us. I'll return in a moment to be an awesome baby catcher. I suggest you two hide out in the birthing room."

"Good idea."

They paused as Medina backed away, briefly flashing them two thumbs-up before she twirled and disappeared around a corner. Jim let Y/N guide him quickly into the private room she'd been given.

Only once the door was shut did he answer Y/N's question. "I was in the parking lot, waiting in my truck. Hoping that you'd call." He was there, the bruises on his face fading, his dark eyes taking her in from head to toe, and he reached out... And stopped. His hand fell to his side. His big strong body trembling as if he were afraid. “Y/N, I'm here for you. For you and the baby." His eyes-God, his eyes. Full of pain, and yet hope. "I promise with everything in me that’s true."

She was going to be bawling in a minute, which wasn't going to work great with the whole labor thing still happening. "I know."

Y/N caught him by the hand and tugged them together. She had to twist sideways to make room for her belly as she stepped into the warmth of his body, but he had his arms around her and that was all she needed right then. The solid assurance that he was there. That he was hers.

Jim stroked her hair as he held her. "I hate that we’ve had to be apart."

She nodded. "If you see the PVPD coming, hide in the bathroom.”

A reluctant laugh escaped him. "No more hiding. This is too important an event for me to spend it in the parking lot waiting for news."

"Were you really just going to sit there?" Y/N didn't want to let go of him, his touch soothing her more than any breathing techniques.

Jim stroked her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. "I was planning on sneaking in, but this is so much better than hiding behind a mask and staring through the door. And if I do get in trouble, it'll be worth it."

They had to pause each time a contraction hit, but the distraction of their conversation helped make the pain fade a little.

He rubbed her back before she even asked him to, touching her gently, supporting her. His strong hands that were capable of inflicting pain giving such tender care. And when he cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her tenderly, she lost it.

"It was bad enough that I had to lose memories, now I've lost these last weeks with you." She held his hand against her cheek. "Damn Rick to hell."

"Forget Rick, Angel Eyes. He doesn't matter, or he won't in a few days. What does matter is I love you."

She gasped out a laugh past the tears. "I love you too, Jim."

"Forever," he added, stroking her cheek and wiping away her tears. "I'm going to love you forever. And that's not going to change, and if I have to spend the next sixty years reminding you again and again, it'll be worth it."

"It'll be worth it," she repeated. There were still questions they had to answer, but right now, he was there and the kid in her belly was posing the most demanding request. "Ahh, Jim? I think it's time."

"Time for what?"

She wanted to laugh, but the pressure was building too fast. "The baby?" she reminded him.

His eyes widened. "Now?"

"Now."

[argylemikewheeler]

a prompt i guess: there's a new student in hawkins high school and will spends more time with this person because they're gay too(woah!!!) and they hell will accept himself the way he his!! and mike gets really jealous bc of that and tell will that he LIKES him (who would've guessed?!!) also i love your blog x

Part 1 - First day of high school and Will meets (and flirts with) an upperclassmen

Travis Hanley was, by Mike’s standards, the gayest person he had ever met. That wasn’t a bad thing, of course not, but it was an observation that could be made by anyone within seconds of meeting him. Not for any other reason than he’d tell them out right. He practically added it on after his name as a title: Travis Hanley, Homosexual. Mike had never met anyone like him, none of them had. Especially not Will.

Mike shouldn’t have been surprised that Will would take to Travis– they had a lot more things in common, things Mike just didn’t understand. Mike shouldn’t have been surprised they’d be friends. But dammit, Mike was very surprised by how angry it made him whenever Will couldn’t hang out because he was with Travis. He wasn’t his boyfriend. Or, that’s what Will told them. Mike didn’t think he’d lie about it… Mike didn’t think he could take it.

Mike tried to confront the curling in his stomach at lunch, sitting outside on the benches. Will and Travis were already sitting down, on the same side of the table although they were the only ones there. Mike sat across from them, like he was being interrogated.

“Hey guys.” Mike said almost to himself, opening his lunchbox.

“Hey!” Will grinned, looking up from the table. They were both reading the same magazine. “How’s your day been?”

“Fine.” He said. “You guys?”

“Good.” Travis said, Will and him trading answers to the conversation easily. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Uh, nothing probably.” Mike shrugged. “You want to do something, Will?” He looked directly at him despite being asked by Travis.

“Can’t.” He sighed. “Travis is taking me and Jonathan to a concert!”

“You and your brother?” Mike asked, eyebrows furrowed. “To see what?”

“The Clash.” Travis answered, grinning. “My uncle works at a radio station and was able to get me some tickets, and I remembered Will’s a fan.” Will was, but Will also wasn’t the concert type, at least that’s what he told Mike. He had been trying to get them to go together, but Will confessed that the crowds were a lot for him to take and he’d rather just lay on Mike’s floor with his cassette collection.

Mike pretended his stomach didn’t drop as Will grinned at Travis. Maybe Mike just wasn’t someone he wanted to go with. Mike could be okay with that. He’d have to be. Will wasn’t his best friend, he guessed.

“Have fun!” Mike grinned at them although avoiding making eye contact. He decided speaking to his lunch would be far less painful. “That sounds like the best time.” Mike was sure it would be; Will when he listened to music was an other worldly experience. He would close his eyes and hum or dance as if he was the only one in the room. Mike didn’t mind being ignored if it was for Wham!.

The lunch passed without another word from Mike, but a steady conversation being carried between Will and Travis. Before the lunch bell rang, Mike excused himself, hoping to miss any more displays of friendship he found unreasonably disgusting that day. On his way to his locker, he passed Lucas and Max. He was hoping to be left alone, but they spotted him and followed him to his locker.

“What’s wrong with you?” Max asked directly. “You look like you want to break something.”

“I do not.”

“You kinda do.” Lucas agreed. He shrugged as Mike glared at him, knowing that admitting it wasn’t what Mike wanted to hear, but it was still right. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Just talking to Will and Travis.” Mike sighed, sliding his lock around between his thumb and forefinger.

“Are they dating yet?” Max asked, leaning on the locker beside Mike’s.

“They aren’t dating.” Mike argued, sounding far more angry than he thought he would. He just wanted to be adamant. He wanted to be right. Will wouldn’t lie to him. Will wouldn’t replace him–

“Are you sure? They are always together.” Max said, squinting her eyes and scrunching her nose at the idea. “I think they are.”

“No. That doesn’t mean they are dating.” Lucas laughed, although he spoke from a different place than Mike had hoped. Mike wanted the realization to come from the idea that Will couldn’t be in love with Travis– typical, disinterested Travis. Instead Lucas suggested that men that spent time together didn’t automatically like each other. Which was true, but was also all Mike was bagging on.

“Anyone ask him?” Max laughed, rolling her eyes. “I mean, I’m sure he’d tell you. He’s not the quiet type about Travis.”

“Yeah, just ask him.” Lucas encouraged. “We’re all friends.”

“I’ll do it.” Mike said, as if defending himself. “I’ll ask him myself.”

“Okay. Go for it.” Lucas said. He held a hand up in surrender, but slapped Mike on the arm. “But, I mean, what’s wrong with Travis?”

“Nothing.” Mike said, slamming his locker closed. Above them, the bell rang and the halls began to swarm with activity. “I just have to know.”

“Oh okay!” Lucas said over the chattering students in the halls. “Good luck!” He called after Mike but he was already gone, marching down the hallway and trying to find Will’s 131.

Mike couldn’t see Will over the shuffling crowd, but he could see Travis. He towered over Will, looking down and casting a shadow over him. Mike barely wanted to acknowledge him as he approached, putting himself between Travis and Will. Will blinked at Mike, eyebrows raised and laugh on his lips.

“Uh, hey Mike.” He looked over his head at Travis. “What’s going on?”

“Can I talk to you?” He said flatly, backing himself up into Travis’s chest and pushing his backpack into him. “Just the two of us.”

“Sure… I guess.” Will nodded.

“I know when I’ve been uninvited.” Travis said smoothly, Will laughing and waving to him as he left. His smile remained as he walked down the hall, his attention not dropping to Mike until he was out of the hall.

“Why are you friends with him?” Mike asked. “I mean, why Travis?”

Will opened his locker and slowly began stacking notebooks. “Are you serious? Don’t make me say it, Mike.” There is was: his admission of interest, of love, of hate for Mike– “He’s gay.”

“And?” Mike wanted him to say it.

“It’s nice to have things in common in… certain departments.” Will laughed, brushing hair behind his ear. “I mean, I can’t exactly talk to you about George Michael. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You wouldn’t.” Mike insisted, reaching out and grabbing Will’s arm. He let his hand slip down to his wrist. “Don’t date Travis.”

“I won’t.”  Will said, touching Mike’s hand with fair daintier intentions than Mike’s tight grip. “We’re just friends. Like you and me.”

“Just friends?” Mike echoed, the blow coming a lot harder than he expected. He was just a friend, a sidekick, a loveless brother.

“Well, yeah. I did just meet him a little bit ago.” Will rolled his eyes.

“No no. Us.” Mike corrected, his grip loosening.

“What about us?” Will asked, looking at Mike with lost eyes, trying to find a place to settle on Mike’s face, trying to find the sense. “What are you saying?”

“Don’t date Travis.” Mike repeated. “Please. Don’t do that.”

“Mike, I get you don’t like him, but I’m being honest. I won’t.” Will said, placing his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Are you doing okay?” Will’s hand was warm against his shoulder, firm and confident. It was the closest they been in weeks. It wasn’t until Will touched him that Mike knew he was hurting before; the relief was immediate and the absence only grew larger as his hand pulled away.

“Let me take you out this weekend.” Mike said suddenly, grabbing Will’s hand gently before it reached his side. “On a real date.”

“Mike, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Will asked quietly, twisting his hand to rest comfortably against Mike’s. The hallway’s crowd was thinning and they weren’t being hidden by swarms of students.

“Don’t go out with Travis. Go out with me.” Mike squeezed Will’s hand and brushed his thumb over the top of his hand. Will broke into a sheepish smile, a blush growing on his face the way Mike never thought it would. He was bashful and flattered and not at all looking anywhere except Mike’s face. Will hadn’t lied and Mike had absolutely nothing to be jealous of– although the end result was a sight to behold.

“I’m free Sunday afternoon.” Will whispered, closing his locker and placing his hand on Mike’s chest as he went to pass and get to class. “Pick me up at six. I’ll bring that mixtape you like. We’ll have our own concert.”

“I’d like that.” Mike said, even though Will was already down the hallway.

He watched Will go towards his classroom, greeting Travis again as they met outside the doorway. Will placed a hand on Travis’s arm and began talking quickly about something, the both of them laughing. Mike watched without jealousy and with a final sense of happiness– it was good Will had friends that supported him and wanted him to be happy. Mike felt his grudge for Travis melt away; he wasn’t interrupting anything. Mike was just getting in his own goddamn way, but now he had nothing to boil up about. After all, he was the one Will winked at before stepping into his classroom. What else did Mike really have to be upset about then anyway?